#this was just a tag on last post but then i was like 'wait no i love this'

[onlyangel4]

onlyangel4 1k event - P4. YT22. SMAU.

trope: secret long term relationship

pairing: yuki tsunoda x fiancé!reader

faceclaim: kiko mizuhara

1k event

y/nprivinsta

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tagged: yukitsunoda

y/nprivinsta: this year was my third summer break as a wag and i have to say it was the best one yet

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yukitsunoda: i fucked it for myself i'll never top this

y/nprivinsta: gonna have to think outside of the box baby

y/bff: i haven't stopped crying since you facetimed me

y/nprivinsta: i love you so much

alexandrasaintmleux: we need to go out and celebrate

iamrebeccad: i'm coming

flavy.barla: and me

francisca.cgomes: me too

pierregasly: so happy for you both

y/nprivinsta: thank you pierre!

landonorris: omg the shortest couple in f1 are getting married

y/nprivinsta: you really have the attitude of a six foot man

alexandrasaintmleux

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tagged: flavy.barla. iamrebeccad. francisca.cgomes. lilymhe.

alexandrasaintmleux: ladies night

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flavy.barla: the best night ever

alexandrasaintmleux: even if we did lose y/n for a hot minute

user1: who tf is y/n

iamrebeccad: love you all

lilymhe: the best night out in a long time

user2: so we know they are all wags but who is that other girl

user3: the logical side of my brain says just a friend but the delulu side of my brain makes me think maybe we have a new wag

user4: i need to know who that other girl is

y/nprivinsta posted a story

written: watching the whole f1 community blow up trying to find out who i am has me giggling

yukitsunoda: they are guessing that you are a wag for literally anyone but me

y/nprivinsta: yeah i read an article that i'm lando's secret girlfriend

f1updates

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f1updates: so lando was just questioned about the girl, y/n in alex's new instagram post and his reaction is the funniest thing ever

interviewer: "so is it true that you have a new girl in your life"

lando (confused as ever): "what? wait you mean y/n"

*he started hysterically laughing*

lando: "no me and y/n are not together, jesus christ you guys need to stop believing everything that you see on twitter, you are going to get me killed"

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user6: that response makes me think she is deffo a wag

user7: but who is she dating lando

user8: y'all need to stop being so fucking nosey

y/nprivinsta posted a story tagging yukitsunoda

written: last dinner with my fiancée, here's to many more with my husband

alexandrasaintmleux posted a story

written: the last time i posted this girl f1 twitter almost went up in flames

f1updates posted a story

written: guys an interviewer just asked yuki if he did anything exciting with his summer break. his response was "well i got married" AND THEN HE JUST WALKED OFF

yukitsunoda

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yukitsunoda: introducing y/n tsunoda, the love of my life

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y/nprivinsta: i love you more than anything

yukitsunoda: more than sakura

y/nprivinsta: know your place that cat is my child

pierregasly: the best wedding ever

yukitsunoda: do you even remember it, you were so drunk

landonorris: i still can't believe people were shipping me with your wife

yukitsunoda: count your days norris

user9: holy shit yuki married a BADDIE

user10: omg they have a cat that is so cute

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[man-i-love-fanfiction]

To Share the Space with Simple Living Things - Hozier x Fem!Florist!Reader

Chapter One: Blue Hydrangeas- Gratitude

Summary: Your job as a florist has been the highlight of your day for years. It becomes even more exciting when a certain new customer becomes a regular.

Word Count: 2286

Author's Note: Hey guys! My first multi-chapter fic, i'm so excited!!! i don't have a strict posting schedule, but I won't go more than two weeks without an update. please bear with me here because I have no idea what it's like to be a florist. I hope you all enjoy!!

p.s. special shoutout again to @deprivedmusicaljunkie for beta reading, i can't thank you enough!

fic below the cut :)

You were a part of the small minority of people who actually loved their job.

The concept of this was strange to most people — strangers making small talk, men asking introductory questions on dates, even your own parents. Maybe because it wasn’t exactly a career; more so a job that someone has as a way to make rent while getting their degree, which is how you originally began to work at Earth's Laughter Florists. College had been years ago for you now, and yet you stayed behind the counter, making bouquets for customers with a genuine smile on your face. It got to the point that when the old owner decided it was time to retire, she chose you to take over. Of course, you immediately accepted; this job was the best part of your day. While all of your friends were going insane with their office jobs, you… admittedly still went insane from time to time, just in a much prettier workplace.

You had even taken it upon yourself to learn flower language: different types of flowers having different symbolic meanings. It was almost like extra credit. It gave you a new challenge of arranging flowers while keeping both color and symbolism in mind, and helped you create bouquets and arrangements with more meaning. This, in turn, gave your customers a new incentive to buy different flowers for different occasions based on what they meant. More business for you, more smiles on people's faces, and more money in your pocket. Everyone wins.

Another benefit of the job — your favorite part — was that it gave you small glimpses into the lives of other people. Flowers had a multiplicity of sorts. They were so versatile that people bought from you for almost every occasion. Weddings, funerals, birthdays, dance recitals, you name it. It made you more appreciative of others. Every day was a new insight into whatever your customers had going on. And today was no exception.

You arrived an hour before the store opened, as usual. You went into the back and threw on your apron, adjusting your name tag. Thoughts of everything you had to do before opening ran through your head, and you quickly began to busy yourself with everything from giving some flowers new vases of water to following up on an order for a wedding. Your two coworkers came in around a half an hour after your arrival, donning their aprons, saying their hellos, and also beginning their day. When the time finally came, you flipped around the sign hanging from the door, telling everyone outside you were open. You stood behind the counter and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

One of the only downsides of your job was that it required a lot of patience.

It's not like you were just staring at the clock, biding your time until a customer entered. You still had work to get done, mostly tying up loose ends from what you didn't finish before. Your coworkers were occupied with a tall order of arrangements, so they stuck to the back, with the occasional popping in to ask if you needed assistance. Politely, you declined.

Mundane was the word that kept repeating itself in your head as you did your odd jobs around the store. Not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, mundane meant nothing horrible was occurring (even though it meant nothing was occurring). Of course, mundane never does last long.

You had just finished creating an arrangement to put on display when your first customer of the day walked in.

The bell above the door rang, and you quickly walked back over to where you were supposed to be standing, not even bothering to see who had walked in until you were behind the counter.

The first thing you noticed was that he was taller than you had expected, with long brown curls that fell down to his shoulders. His outfit, a black turtleneck, a brown leather jacket, and black jeans, was the right mix of formal and casual; you could tell he had somewhere to be, but with people that wouldn't mind if he laughed a little too loudly.

To top it all off, he was handsome. You couldn't pull your gaze from him if you tried.

He walked forward, slowly looking around at all the flowers on display until his gaze locked onto you. He broke the silence between you.

“Hello. I need some flowers.”

You maintained your composure and brushed off your previous thoughts. You started your usual routine, asking him the same questions to get to know the situation (and him) better.

“What's the occasion?”

“It's my mum’s birthday.”

“Does she have a favorite flower?” You asked. He replied with no hesitation.

“She loves hydrangeas. Blue hydrangeas. She always has.”

His immediate answer brought a small smile to your face. You nodded intently and began to think of all the possible combinations of flowers that would work well.

“You're specific. I like that. That makes my job easier. Usually guys say something like ‘I don't know’ or ‘the purple ones’ or just ‘roses’. It's like some people don't even pay attention.”

“Well, that's all I know how to do.”

“A blessing and a curse, I imagine.”

“More of a blessing, believe it or not.”

“I have a similar blessing, though it seems to be laser-focused on plants of all things.” You joked. “Speaking of plants, let me start on your bouquet.”

You left your spot, walking over to the wall of flowers on display for you to pick from. You stopped and stood next to the man, fixated on the wall as you tried to decide what flowers would go well together, in meaning and in visuals. Mumbling, you thought out loud.

“Alright. For his mother. Blue hydrangeas… that's gratitude. What can go with that?”

The customer tilted his head in confusion, clearly having heard you.

“I don't mean to interrupt, but what's with blue hydrangeas and gratitude?” He asked. Your eyes widened, and you turned to face him as you started your explanation.

“Oh, it's flower language. I learned about it to help me make more symbolic bouquets. Back in the Victorian era, people would use bouquets of flowers to convey messages they couldn't say out loud. Most of the time it was a love confession, though you could also reject someone if you picked your flora wisely. Individual flowers have meanings, too. Blue hydrangeas, your mum's favorite, symbolize gratitude. There was even a change in the meaning based on which side the ribbon was on, or if they were given upside down, and…” You cut yourself off when you realized you’d been talking for much too long, your excited expression dropping. “I’m rambling about something you definitely don't care about. I’m sorry.”

He gave you a confused look, and a small laugh of disbelief escaped him.

“What? Don't apologize. That was fascinating. I don't know if I’ll ever see flowers the same way again. In a good way, of course”

The fact that he was actually invested in what you had to say pleasantly surprised you. People — not just customers, people you actually choose to surround yourself with — would often tune you out after the first two sentences.

You knew this man for two minutes and he was already raising your standards.

“Well then, I’m happy to give you a new perspective. I’ll get started on your arrangement.”

You stepped back to get a better look at the flowers lining the walls of the room. You already had a vague idea of what you wanted, you just needed to put it into action. Hydrangeas were grabbed first, and made the focal point of the bouquet immediately. Other flowers were picked up and put down, a trial-and-error of sorts until you found which ones truly matched.

Occasionally, you looked over your shoulder to find your customer still standing there, spectating you from a few feet away. He watched you with a certain gleam in his eye, one you would attribute to admiration if you didn't know any better.

Once your selections were made, you picked out a plastic sheet and took the flowers into the back, where there was a smaller room with a much larger table surface for a workspace. The wrapping was laid out, and meticulously, flowers were laid down. Rearranged. Shifted around. After a few small touches, everything was in the exact place you wanted it.

You finally finished up, wrapping the flowers in the silver plastic and tying it up with a blue ribbon. You went back behind the counter and held the bundle of flowers up, pointing at each one as you described the meaning of each specifically selected flower.

“There's the blue hydrangeas for gratitude, white roses for loyalty and beauty, and belladonna delphinium for protection and well-being. You're basically showering your mum with compliments with this thing.”

“It's gorgeous,” he replied, the look of astonishment from before lingering on his face.

“As nature tends to be.”

“I mean, you can't argue with that, but the way you’ve arranged them, it's… stunning. She’ll love it.”

His compliment surprised you; it wasn't too often you got such a compliment for a simple bouquet. It caused your heart to flutter in your chest in a way that definitely crossed the border of the employee-customer relationship you had going on. Frightening. Maybe if you kept acting unaffected, it would magically stop.

“Let me ring you up.”

There was no true cash register, and you instead relied on a pen, a yellow legal pad, and mental math for customers’ totals. It took a moment, but you calculated what he owed you.

“That'll be $54.”

He muttered in agreement, and you watched as he reached into his coat pocket. His hand stayed there, fiddling around. After a moment, he reached the opposite hand into the opposite pocket. He felt around for a second, pulling his hands out and placing them on his hips. His content expression was replaced by one that was much more panicked.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s the matter?”

“I…I forgot my wallet back at my house. Do you take any online payment?”

You shook your head.

“No, sorry. We're old school. That's alright though, I can put these to the side and you can run home and get your wallet.”

He let out a frustrated sigh in response, angry more at himself than anything else.

“That's the thing. I live thirty minutes from here and I’m meeting my mum in fifteen minutes, and I have specific instructions to be on time. I might just…”

He stopped his sentence, paused, and took a deep breath to calm himself.

“I’ll find something else. Thanks for all your help, though. You have a gift.”

You caught the sincerity behind his now bitter tone, and it made your heart ache. He turned to leave and took a few steps forward. You didn't process that you had said anything until his reaction.

“Wait.”

He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned around, and you realized your impulses led you to call out for him even though you had no plan whatsoever.

Biting at your lower lip, you thought of an idea. You genuinely wanted to help this man give his mother flowers… The fact you found him attractive was merely an added bonus. Besides, the pity you felt for him overrode that. Once the metaphorical light bulb lit above your head, you spoke again, leaning in closer and lowering your voice so only he could hear.

“Okay, I’m not supposed to do this, and this definitely isn't a good business practice, but I can tell you're not just doing this to steal flowers from me, so I’ll make an exception.”

He leaned in as well with a look of intrigue. You continued to explain.

“You can take the bouquet for now, and then within… I don't know, two days, you have to pay me back. I’d just need a name and phone number so I can contact you if you don't show up.”

You snatched one of your business cards from the display and flipped it over so the blank side faces upwards, leaving a pen in front of you so he could write. He picked up the ballpoint, seemingly scribbled for a moment, and then slid the card back over to you. Written in surprisingly beautiful handwriting, you read his name aloud.

“Andrew… Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

“I know.”

This caught you off guard. For a second you wondered if maybe you did accidentally give a free bouquet to a shady guy.

“Excuse me?”

Andrew’s mouth went agape as he realized the connotation behind what he said, and he quickly muttered an explanation, flustered. “Oh my god! No. Not like that. You… your name tag.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, and you gave him a nod.

“Right. Forgot that was there for a second. Alright, take your bouquet. Happy birthday to your mother. And remember, two days.”

He gave you a gesture showing his gratitude, pressing his hands together.

“Thank you. So much. I don’t know how I’ll repay you.” He said, grabbing the bouquet.

“Hopefully with money in two days,” you joked.

He let out a laugh.

“Money would do the trick. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

You watched as he left, the smile of your face growing as you noticed his appreciation of the flowers you had arranged by the doorway. He paused for a moment before opening the door and leaving, and you caught him humming a tune you'd never heard before.

You hoped he would come back much sooner rather than later.

[peppermintquartz]

They sit together on the couch, Evan leaning into one armrest and Tommy curled against him, an inversion of how they used to cuddle when they were together. Tommy feels flayed open, every last nerve exposed; Evan is running his fingers through Tommy's hair in a soothing way, nothing to suggest that he wants more than this.

They don't talk.

Despite the silence and the rawness of his emotions, Tommy feels safe, in a way he hasn't for a long time. He doesn't want this bubble to burst.

It's not until well past noon that either of them speaks. Evan says, "I wish you'd reached out earlier."

"I'm sorry," Tommy whispers. "It was just... I'd wanted to give you space and time."

With a sigh, Evan wraps an arm over Tommy's broad shoulders. "Felt like you had abandoned me."

Tommy feels like something hit him in the chest. He shifts to look Evan in the eyes. Evan's gaze is soft, almost sad. Tommy's heart breaks anew. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... It was not my intention."

"I know now," Evan replies, and touches the corner of Tommy's mouth. He sighs again and lets his head fall back. "It's just... I have a girlfriend now, and she's nice. Really nice." He pauses. "I'm gonna need to think about us. And me and her."

"I don't mean to come between you and her," Tommy says, guilt in every syllable. "I did mean it when I said I was happy that you're happy."

"But you're not," Evan says, as if that is something so important to him, he has to up-end his entire life to make it right. His fingers resume combing through Tommy's hair.

There's something Tommy has noticed, but he doesn't want to say it or bring Evan's attention to it. Selfishly, he hopes that it bodes well for him. But if Evan and his girlfriend are really good for each other, who is Tommy to stand in the way?

But Evan has never mentioned her name, not once. Not in their texts, not in their conversation, not even in his Instagram posts. Tommy knows her name because she was tagged in the posts.

Evan didn't tell Tommy his girlfriend's name.

Evan doesn't let anyone call him Evan, except for Tommy.

Evan is here, in his house, holding him, because Tommy used his name in their chat.

There's a wisp of a chance. Tommy is afraid of looking too closely at it, lest it is a figment of his imagination.

But his fingers are twitching, metaphorically speaking. He wants to grab hold of this sliver of a chance that Evan wants him back.

He adjusts his position so he is lying on top of Evan; when he looks down, Evan doesn't look away. He doesn't even move away. His hands - big, capable hands - slide to hold Tommy's upper arms.

Tommy waits, holding himself up.

Evan licks his lips, and then shakes his head, pushing Tommy gently on his chest. Going with the momentum, Tommy sits back on his heels, feeling hollowed out.

Then Evan picks up his phone from the coffee table and dials a number. It takes about five rings before it's picked up. Evan stands and walks to the hallway to speak, even though with the silence of the house, Tommy will hear any word that isn't whispered.

"Hey," Evan says. He turns to look at Tommy and bites his lower lip. "We need to talk." Listening to the response, he shuts his eyes for a moment, and looks at Tommy again, this time smiling like he's found an answer. "I'm sorry I haven't texted you all morning... No. It's, uh. I needed to clear my head, that's all. It's something I've been considering." He closes his eyes again, and his shoulders relax completely. "I'm sorry. I want to break up with you."

Tommy grips a cushion so tightly his knuckles go white.

Evan winces at some of the words being shouted at him through the phone. When that stops, he says, "I'm really sorry. But we're not gonna work out, and I don't want to waste your time on me." His gaze falls on Tommy and a relieved smile floats over his face, before he turns away. "We all deserve love. I'm sorry, I'm just not the guy for you... Yeah. Goodbye."

Still gripping the cushion, Tommy waits for Evan to look at him again. His heart is racing so fast, he's surprised his ribcage is intact.

Evan comes back to the couch and cups Tommy's face with his hands. "Now we can kiss. And after that, we talk."

And they do.

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@118dailydrabble, day 1

“Tommy?” Kyle says, and Tommy tugs his gaze back.

“Sorry,” he says. “I- got distracted. What were you saying?”

But Kyle’s already turning to look over his shoulder at the crowd of firefighters who just entered the bar, one broad blue-eyed man among them.

“Friends of yours?”

Tommy chuckles. “Old flame, actually,” he says. Casual.

Buck’s at a new station, and Tommy doesn’t recognize any of the others. His hand is on a woman’s back. Friendly? Familial? Buck leans down to whisper in her ear, and she giggles. Not friendly.

“Ah.” Kyle grins, unbothered. “You want to get out of here, then?”

Tommy grins back, stomach twisting, knives under his skin. Chokes it down and says, “Of course.”

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The Comments Section (pt.8)

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: after taking some time away from the spotlight, you return to surprise friends and fans alike with your more recent updates...

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, slowburn, fluff, light angst, cheesiness, friends that act like lovers, friends to lovers, mutual pining, attempt at humour, social media au.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART NINE

─ · · A/N: can't believe its been over a month since the last update, sorry about that y'all 😬 but hope you enjoy this part!

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I will be taking a step away from my on-screen role(s) at Smosh since it is not fair to you, the fans or to anyone working at Smosh to work around my schedule. I will try and make guest appearances if I can and I'm sorry if I ever got your hopes up for things to go back to where they started but I hope that at least some of you will come out to support my new projects and I understand fully if you cannot.

Thank you to my team, my friends at Smosh, Sydney and Glen, and to Spencer for always being there for me. I know that I have not been myself these past few months but I think I'm finally finding what I need so stay tuned for a more happy update later lol.

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spennser decided to take out the image of my soul-crushing win?

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(name)s_username so lets see here, college meet-up + years working together - a few years and months apart x some texts = ...

↳ spennser I mean I would format it a bit differently but I came to the same conclusion 🤷 ↳ username60 now they are just playing with us, what is this curelty??!?! Spit. it. out. already. please!

username24 so the answer I got was "and then they kissed," am I right?

username00 I've always hated math.

↳ tomeybones fuck! someone already took my caption!

co_mill the math is mathing so hard rn.

shayne_topp so... beopordy (math edition) next?

username01 only real fans will remember that 1st picture 🫶

filimgamanda I've never felt older in a comment's section till now, WTF is a "soft launch"

↳ ian_hecox ummm, its when Nasa tries to send off something or something like that ↳ filimgamanda oh, okay! ↳ username40 its like watching two robots communicate with one another 😭 ↳ username10 not another Harambe situation again!!

username43 Alexa? please order me another three bottles of wine. we're gonna need them...

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─ · · A/N: only two more parts to go!

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt @thevintagefangirl @uniquely-haunting @maricarorp @sarahskywalker-amidala @laurasdrey

[rosekasa]

re: my tags on last post because i keep thinking about it, i wish i could go back in time to myself as a 13 year old and tell her that the most important thing to learn as an artist is how to be the artist YOU want to be. spending years lost in a fugue of 'oh i want to draw my favourite character like xyz but i havent learned anatomy of the legs yet properly so i have to wait until i can do that first. oh i want to do a comic but i dont know how to draw faces in profile yet. oh i want to be able to take time and sketch figures but youtube artists say i need to fill an entire sketchbook of gesture drawings so i need to do that instead' was very demoralising and couldve not been if i spent at least 30% of that time asking myself, "what would the artist i want to be do right now?"

i feel like it's hard to explain but basically what pushed me to start learning art was being starry-eyed at amazing artists creating fanart of my favourite media. i remember wanting to have the ability to see a character and just put them in any situation i wanted and to KNOW it'd look good. i wanted to feel like a Real Artist TM who had a repertoire of knowledge but it was all developed through relaxed practice. and it took a long time to realise that beating myself up about my art not being 'perfect' and 'waiting' to be good enough to draw something was literally preventing me from becoming what i always dreamed to be

i think self concept of oneself as a skill is severely underrated when, in my experience, it's always been the foundation of every outcome you go on to pursue

[bidisasterevankinard]

Several Senteces Sunday

I was tagged by @quintessenceofdust88 @diazsdimples @typicalopposite @perfectlysunny02

Ok so for New year I def will post this Tommy(super Tommy centric fic) in time loop fic(and I hope for Cjristmas one aboiut Buck's baking), but it fights me so give me prasies and ideas please (especially about how Tommy's brain works) :

He’s alone again. Just like New year's eve of 2024, 2023, 2022, 2021 and so on. Last time he was not at work and not alone, and not lying about who he was, was when he was thirty and his mom was alive. Since then every new year he has been alone or at work. It’s going to be the 10th time. 

And every time part of the reason to be alone he found himself. Evan and Andrew both actually had plans for holidays, but Tommy ran before it. Because he knows he can’t trust it. No one stays. It’s better to not make it harder for everyone. 

He knows when it’s time to close the door. Even when it was hard to leave the men he loved, especially Evan, behind. But it’s for the best. He knows. He saw it in Andrew’s eyes when the man got married early this year. Week before he met Evan.      

He should have known it’s the sight. Big red letters practically screaming: DANGER! DON’T COME CLOSE!

...

The pre-flight check is normal like always and soon he’s in the skies. In the place where he always felt free, like on the ground he let himself be only for a little while, when he was looking in Evan’s sky eyes, sometimes forgetting his skies, unlike the ones he rides now would kill him.

Looking at the farm under him, remembering all the facts Evan told him about farms in the USA, when he feels it.

The bird he trusted for almost a decade starts, shaking and before he knows it,  he meets the ground, hitting his head too hard.

He knows he’s dying, when he feels blood in his throat, coughing it.

<i>Never thought I’ll actually die in a helicopter crash,</i> his last thought before everything goes to black.

-

Tommy jumps in his bed with his breath knocked out, checking his whole body for injuries with his hands.

Fuck! This dream was too real

He shakes his head, getting out of the bed. Vegas waits for him.

Np tagging @hippolotamus @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @powersuitup @actuallyitsellie @loucifersbitch @queerbuck @midsummersmorn @mmso-notlikethat @racerchix21 @repressedqueen @lavenderleahy @leashybebes @devirnis @desert--moonchild @diazheartsbuckley @bi-buckrights @bewilderedbuckley @cliophilyra @evansbuck-ley @epiphainie

[the-lazyyy-artist]

AAHHKKK SAAUURRR CUTE!! thanks for tagging me, Reap!! You're my Tumblr tag game dealer fr fr 🥺😘

how do you spend your free time?

Drawing. Just drawing. It's a constant craving of mine to just create and draw and play with colors and poses. Also, it's because drawing is my stress reliever after a long week. I get to return to my true self.

what are your hobbies and how did you get into them?

Drawing still 😭 y'all, I've been drawing since kindergarten. Started drawing digitally when I was 13, and never stopped ever since. I read a few pages of my book, that's why I take too long to finish it lmao. I love watching documentaries, especially when I'm drawing. Favorite genre of documentaries? True-crime. It's interesting, come on!

what book or movie left a lasting impression on you?

I wanna say The 5 People You Meet In Heaven, but truly? It's Eleanor & Park. It spoke to my soul, the way this YA novel touched my life in a way that I literally saw myself in both Eleanor AND Park. The innocence and curiosity of young love and discovering yourselves within each other and the reality of family lives and sense of self. UGH. It's an old book now on my shelf but I still read it over and over again because it makes me feel younger. Movie? 4 Sisters and A Wedding. This faken Filipino Comedy film spoke so much to me, especially with family dynamics. I saw my own family in it and it made me understand my own family. And it made me feel so grateful that my siblings and I are on good terms. So... Yeah.

what kind of music do you enjoy?

Pop, for real. Musicals too! If you ask me which of these genres hit me most or leave a lasting effect, it's the musicals. It's something about how the songs literally convey emotions of characters that you can relate to. The one I love the most is Hamilton's Wait For It, Amélie's Times Are Hard For Dreamers, and Epic: The Musical's Ruthlessness (don't ask).

who is your favorite character (atm or all time) and why?

Atm, it's Shidou Ryusei (Blue Lock). Oof, I know I'm posting abt how hot this man is, but in a deeper way of liking him as a character, I admire his love for freedom. The way he expresses himself, styles himself, how he performs on the field, it exudes the way he loves it. He lives for it, and I like him so much for that. I adore him. All time? It's Joan of Arc (Clone High, specifically Season 1). I KIN HER. SHE'S ME. In a way. But she is literally the embodiment of me, her strengths and her weaknesses, her morals and her motivations. Just exclude the fact that she's head over heels for Abe bc ugh I hated that, but all of her? She's me fr fr.

Tagging: @nikonautic @biggestcharleskinnie @wabatle @atlas-atlantic @thebestsetter + anyone who wanna join!!

tag + q&a game ₊˚ෆ

hello! i thought it would be cute and exciting to do a tag game with all my mutuals to not only talk about themselves, but have fun! so here is my short little game:

alongside this picrew, share 5 things about yourself!

• how do you spend your free time? • what are your hobbies and how did you get into them? • what book or movie left a lasting impression on you? • what kind of music do you enjoy? • who is your favorite character (atm or all time) and why?

i will start first!

my name is rurumi and i enjoy spending my free time writing!

some of my hobbies (outside of writing) includes: drawing, building gundams and keyboards, and fashion! i got into most of them on a whim and became instantly hooked. aside from self-expression, being into fashion also helps with making friends in college because you always have something to talk about!

a book that left a lasting impression on me would have to be either kafka on the shore by haruki murakami or before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi. both stories have kept me up at night thinking a lot about the 'what ifs' in life.

i enjoy soul/r&b alongside anything of jrock influence, but i will basically listen to anything that sounds good. i am currently listening to 'so what' by lucy!

my favorite character at the moment is rin itoshi from blue lock because hes so ridiculously edgy, but at the same time i sympathize with him a lot. on the other hand, my favorite character of all time is suletta mecury from the witch from mercury series, she's an absolute ball of sunshine that i aspire to be.

tagging (+ no pressure) ₊˚ෆ

@kaiser1ns @naenaex0xx @shomatoriashi @choccorin @ryescapades

@rindreamery @soleillunne @kissxcore @rainswept @mitsvriii

[marshmellin]

Simple Release

A.K.A Skirting the Laws and Customs of the Eldar for shameless smut with High King Ereinion Gil-galad, who deserves to just. get. laid.

Explicit content under the cut. Rated S for Smut, 1.6K words, Gil-galad x unnamed mortal woman, 3rd person POV.

Tags: Porn without plot, mortal woman's features not described in detail, no betrothals or intended or spouses, Gil-galad visits a "healing house"/brothel so therefore I guess anonymous sex?, no dialogue, oral male receiving, piv, minor cockwarming, no beta we die like Bronwyn

Inspired by a post from @valar-did-me-wrong, who is one of the funniest ROP text-posters around, IMO, check them out.

Note: This is practice smut, written in preparation for the four smut scenes planned in my Gil-galad x OC elf fic, Star and Stone. If you like this, check it out: Chapter 1, Between the Mountains and the Sea

Also on AO3

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Elves were not creatures driven by desire or lust. Elves were monogamous and their marriages were unbreakable, with oaths lasting beyond death. The Eldar could wed with simple vows in front of Eru. In fact, sex alone was enough for two Eldar to wed. 

But Elves are also naturally curious creatures. 

Over the Ages, their people had tested what — exactly — constitutes consummation of a marriage compared to simple touch. 

Pleasure.

Release. 

And when the race of Men were involved, the Eldar had learned vows were required. Coupling alone did not create a marriage. 

Well, the Eldar called it coupling. 

The Edain called it fucking. 

Though rarely discussed openly, elves viewed sex as a type of healing, especially for a people so war-weary; so many separated from their spouses for hundreds if not thousands of years. Or for those who had not yet found their life mate, or did not seek one, but desired intimacy.  

Some needs — releases — could not wait for Valinor.

And it was this that brought High King Gil-galad to a non-descript building in the southern ward of Lindon on a gray, rainy evening.  

He was not married. He did not seek to be married. He simply sought release. 

No…

He wanted to fuck. 

The fall of Eregion, the loss of so many, the burden to lead his people, the requirement to be formal and patient and wise. Burdens he wanted to set aside for the night. No crowns. No robes. No oaths.

 Just release for one night. 

The moment Gil-galad stepped into the storefront, he was no longer the High King of the Noldor. He was no longer even Gil-galad. 

Healers, so speak, were bound to confidentiality. 

It was as the Eldar had done for ages. 

He discretely filled out a small slip of parchment that contained their menu of services. He held himself back from checking every box.

It had been awhile since he came here last, and he felt pent up inside. 

A mere moment after handing the scrap of paper to the stoic elf at the counter, he was whisked to one of the rooms and told to make himself comfortable. 

The room was simple, a large bed in the middle, with a crackling fireplace and a comfortable chair. A small chest sat in the corner, and while Gil-galad knew the pleasurable items it contained, he had no plan to use them tonight. 

Quickly, he stripped his belt and tunic off, throwing them into a corner. His boots were next as he kicked them off. He was left standing, broad chest exposed, clad only in only a pair of breeches in front of the fireplace.  

As per his request — so formal — the mortal woman entered the room nearly naked, wearing nothing but a transparent, gauzy robe. She walked toward him, and stood for a moment, bathed in the light of the fireplace as his warm brown eyes studied every inch of her, hunger flashing across his face.  

She reached out first, both palms placed on his chest, her fingers splayed against him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he reached to push the gauzy robe off her, making her bare to him. For him. 

She kissed back with the same ferocity, hands roaming across his chest, grabbing at broad, muscled shoulders to bring him closer, moaning as he trailed kisses from her rounded ears down the long column of her neck, tenderly nipping where her neck met her shoulder.

His hands settled against her hips as she worked at the laces of his breeches, tugging them down to expose his cock, already hard. She slowly sank to her knees, kissing his chest, muscled abs, working her way down to his cock. Finally on her knees, she moaned appreciatively, reaching out to stroke his him, taking his velvety length in her hand. Licking her lips, she put the tip of his cock in her mouth, warm tongue swirling against him. His hips bucked forward jerkily at the sensation, but she reached up to steady him, holding a hand against his hip. Pulling back, she kissed her way from his dark curls, up his throbbing shaft, to take his cock in her mouth once more, suddenly swallowing the length of him. He gasped, hands flying to the crown of her head as she moved her lips around him, her head bobbing. He bucked again, moaning, and she hummed in reply against his curls, his cock deep in her throat.

Moaning, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and tugged at her shoulders, bringing her up for another bruising kiss. He shifted them to the wall, strong arms holding her up in place, caged against him. His thigh came up between her legs, helping to brace her. She moaned and began riding this thigh, arching into him, her pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest. He could feel how wet she was against his leg, how ready she was for him. 

Smoothly he hoisted her up again, moving her legs around his waist. His cock rubbed against her folds and he thrust between her thighs. Craning down, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before gently nipping along the curve of her breast and lapping away the pain, trailing kisses down her collarbone as she whimpered.  

Her slick coated his cock, which throbbed in time with her as he gently bucked against her, teasing them both, almost-but-not-quite entering her, brushing her clit each time. She moaned again, bracing her legs around him tighter as her heel dug into his toned ass, bucking her own hips in time with his. 

Gil-galad growled, a deep sound in his chest that she could feel through her hands as he pushed himself off the wall, carrying her to the edge of the bed, laying her down gently. 

He paused for a moment, breathing heavily with lust, waiting to lower his own levels of arousal. 

He wasn’t ready to finish yet. 

He moved one of her legs up until it was almost hanging off his shoulder, pinning her hip down with a firm hand. He took his cock in the other, notching himself against her, swirling her slick around his hip tip. Slowly, he sank into her heat until he was fully buried inside her. Her leg slipped off his shoulder, wrapping lazily around his waist. She moaned and reared up to grab his neck, touching his forehead to hers. She panted with him for a moment and he willed himself to stay still inside her. 

Bringing a hand up, she caressed his jaw, tilting his face up to capture his lips with hers. His tongue chased hers as the kiss deepened, fighting for control. She clenched against his cock and he moaned into her mouth, twitching inside her. Falling back against the bed, her hair haloing around her, she clenched again in time with her thighs, rocking him forward as she writhed against him. 

Gil-galad groaned again, his hands running down her sides, fingertips brush against her damp curls. Shaking his long hair out of his eyes, he pinned her hip in place again, broad fingers splaying towards her abdomen. He started thrusting into her, slowly at first, letting her grow accustomed to the stretch of him. She clenched again and rolled her hips up, her heels digging into his ass, moaning, inviting him, a pleading note in her tone.

He thrust deeper, pulling his cock nearly out of her before slamming into her with another groan. He lifted her leg to his shoulder again, hand pressing against her abdomen. She rolled against him in time, meeting him as he hammered into her. Eyes roving over her body, he took in her sweat-drenched reddened skin, her firm breasts bouncing with each thrust eyes half-lidded with lust as she chased her own high. 

Changing his angle and slowing his rhythm, Gil-galad hit that…perfect…spot inside her and she sang for him, crying out and gripping the sheets as she arced up, keening loudly. Hand reaching between them, his thumb found her clit, still slick, and he swirled around her firmly, giving her the pressure she sought. 

She sang for him again, her walls spasming around him as she found her release in pulsating waves. Her loud moans sent him over his own edge, hips snapping into her erratically as his cock throbbed. He spilled inside of her with a stuttering groan. 

Gil-galad fell forward against her, spent, sweat cooling on his back and his chest heaved, his breathing still uneven. Her legs had slipped down around his waist again and she brought her hands to his long hair. Nails gently scraping against his scalp, she played with his hair again as he still laid her, cheek against her chest. 

After a few moments, he pulled out of her as she sighed softly, missing the warmth of him. He pulled himself up to lay on his back, and threw an arm out, inviting her to join him. 

She laid down next to him, a leg hitched over his thigh, drawing lazy patterns in his chest, soft fingers working their way to play with his hair once more. Settling against him, she sighed again, warm breath fanning across his chest. 

He looked up at the ceiling feeling thoroughly relaxed. 

Tomorrow morning he will be Gil-galad once more. He will wear his crown, and the burden of all the choices he must make will weigh on him. 

But tonight…tonight, he was just an unknown, thoroughly fucked-out elf who had finally found release. 

//

Note: This is practice smut, written in preparation for the four smut scenes planned in my Gil-galad x OC elf fic, Star and Stone. If you like this, check it out: Chapter 1, Between the Mountains and the Sea

[pedrosgrogu]

Born Too Late - Chapter 8

pairing/au: neighbor!joel x reader // no outbreak

Chapter 7 - Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI!! female masturbation, lots of angst, loss of parents mentioned, family issues, lots of tears

Summary: You prepare for Thanksgiving with Tommy and he catches you at an emotional point. Thats what friends are for, right? (1.2k+)

a/n: ok idk how this is gonna go over with yall but be gentle because this came to me in a dream, and through validation from @smellslikenevermore. i really dont have much else to say bc this shit is about to get juicy so buckle the fuck up. leave feedback, i rely on strangers validation because im not normal. xoxox

p.s. there will be another chapter posted at some point today, i just didnt want this one to be like 4k words lol.

Your phone rings, jolting you awake. You spit out a groggy “Hello?”. “Hey pretty lady” soft and southern, it warms you like a physical embrace. “Tommy. It is so early.” you say, rolling over and looking at the clock. “I know but I’ve gotta run to the store to grab some stuff for tomorrow, and wanted to beat the crowds. I was gonna see if you wanted to tag along.” You sigh, throwing the blankets off. “Sarah’s gonna come too if that makes it any more enticing.” he says, laughing.  “Yeah why not, give me about 20 minutes and I’ll be over.” 

You open your curtains, just like you do at the begining of every day. Joel’s are still closed, and have been for weeks now. You remember the first night you moved in and how both of your windows were the focal point of the evening. You walk into your bathroom and turn the shower on, extra hot. The steam filling the room makes you sweat, reminding you of your nights with Joel. Sweaty and suffocating. You strip down and walk to your bedside table, pulling out your vibrator. The numbing vibration on your clit makes you cum almost immediately, and the only noise heard is Joel’s name. Over and over. You cant seem to stop yourself, the relief each time better than the last. Imagining the way his fingers fit perfectly inside you, how his teeth left every inch of your skin nipped with passion, how his voice talked you through every step. Time has stopped and the shower is no longer steaming into your room. Your release on the horizon, you’re seeing stars and imagining every position Joel could put you in- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. And its gone. As quickly as it came, its gone. You throw your toy in frustration, and throw a robe on. You make your way to the door, opening it to see Tommy and Sarah. “Woah lady!” Tommy says, shielding his eyes. “You said 20 minutes 30 minutes ago, what the hell have you been doin? I tried to call!” he says, making Sarah laugh. “Just wait on the couch. Ill be out in 10.” You say, closing the door behind them and walking to your room. You dont remember hearing your phone ring but then again, you were on a different planet, and time was non-existent. 

Piled into Tommys truck, the 3 of you head to H-E-B. “Alright, I’ve gotta get some beer, some celery, and some bread for the stuffing.” You throw your head in Tommys direction, with a look of playful disgust. “Tommy Miller, how is it the day before Thanksgiving and you dont have the main ingredient for stuffing?” you retort, giving him a light slap on the arm. “Listen, I don’t do the shoppin, blame my brother.” he says. You turn around, looking at Sarah. “And what did you forget?” you say smiling. “I wanted to make chocolate covered strawberries so chocolate and strawberries!” She says excitedly. “That sounds good Sarah! Let me know if you need any help.”  You write 2 lists, handing one to Tommy and keeping one for yourself. He’s in charge of beer and non-perishables. You’re in charge of perishables and wine.

In the store you both grab carts, and go in your separate directions. You grab Sarahs strawberries, Tommys celery, and sweet potatoes for yourself. If theres on thing you can cook, its a mean sweet potato casserole. You head to the alcohol aisle and meet up with Tommy, checking off both your lists. You grab 4 bottles of wine, 2 reds and 2 whites. “Does Joel even know Im coming?” you ask Tommy, watching Sarah grab marshmallows off the endcap a few feet in front of you. “Yeah, I told him.” Tommy says, not saying anything else. You’re trying to gauge his facial expression surrounding the question. “What did he-” “I got the marshmallows!” Sarah says, throwing them into the cart. You leave your sentence unfinished, checking off the rest of the list. 

The ride back is silent, Tommy keeps looking at you like he has something to say but he doesnt. You try not to think about tomorrow, unsure of if being alone is worse than being around Joel. Tears begin to well in your eyes right as you turn onto your street. You force them to stay put, helping Tommy unload the groceries. You help carry everything in with the exception of your things for tomorrow. Walking into the house, you’re immediately paralyzed by the smell, by his  smell. Sarah runs past you, into his arms. “Hi daddy! We went to the store and we got the stuff for my strawberries!” “Thats great babygirl.” he says, kissing her forehead. The tears are back, and theres no forcing them away this time. Your brain is flooded with images of childhood holidays with your family, back when everything was seemingly normal and everyone got along. You feel a tear fall down your cheek as you set the groceries on the island. The same island that he ravaged you on. You look up at him, hoping for any hint of how hes feeling, hoping he’ll pull you into him and wipe your tears, and tell you that everything is okay. But his facial expression is stoic, and he doesn’t move. No sign of any emotion. You wipe your tears and head straight for the door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” you exclaim, trying to hide the pain in your voice. Pulling the door behind you before anything else is said. 

You grab your groceries out of the back of Tommys truck and trudge home. You fucking hate the holidays, they havent been the same in years. You turn the key to open your door, and feel a hand on your shoulder. “Sweet girl, whats goin’ on?” and you lose it. 

You drop the groceries and throw yourself into Tommys arms, sobbing uncontrollably. You hear the glass of the wine bottles shatter. “Shhhhh” he says, one hand holding your head, the other rubbing your back. After a couple minutes, you gather yourself and walk inside, leaving the broken glass on your porch and the groceries on the floor inside the door. 

“The holidays are just hard Tommy.” you say, sniffling. Hes in your kitchen putting groceries away. “Trust me, I know. I aint had a mama or daddy to spend the holidays with the last 10 years. And then Connie and Sarah came along, and then Connie left.” You dont say anything, but assume Connie is Sarahs mom. This is the first time either of the men have spoke about her, at least in front of you. You elaborate on your family as well. About how your father in convinced that your ex was the second coming of Christ, and was the best thing that had ever happened to you. About how it was his way or the highway. About his patriarchal ways in the goddamn 21st century. He sits beside you and just holds you again. Your tears slowly stop, but the feeling of sadness and emptiness still resides. You look up at Tommy and hes staring through you. His eyes a deep brown like his brothers, and before you know it his lips are on yours. And you dont pull away.

[fanficsbysteve]

Author’s Note: So, I really wanted a cute BuckTommy Christmas story. And this is what happened. Hopefully, everyone likes it. I enjoy reading your comments and tags so please keep them coming. I also appreciate any likes I can get. When I figure out a title for this, I’ll post it on AO3 as well cause the Kudos and Comments there also give me inspiration to keep going.

Rating: G

W/C: 2944

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Thanksgiving wasn't Tommy’s favourite holiday of year. That holiday privilege had always gone to Christmas. Growing up it had been the one day of the year where everyone in his family got along, there was no fighting, just happiness. So, the moment that Thanksgiving was over, Tommy started his decorating. He had boxes and boxes of decorations in his garage. And this year was the first year in many that he had someone to celebrate and decorate with.

Evan was still in bed when Tommy was rummaging around in the garage, slowly boxes of trees and ornaments and everything else you could imagine started to make its way from the garage into the living room. It was time to get the decorating started and nobody could tell him otherwise.

First task was organizing everything. He had decided on a theme years ago that he liked so he stuck with it. He connected his phone up to his speaker system and started to play some Christmas music to get him in the mood. Not too loud. He didn’t want to wake up Evan. Ok, so we have the tree, the mantle village, the ornaments, garland, a never-ending supply of neatly organize lights, he wasn’t going to be spending hours untangling these. He had things to do.

As he pulled different things out of their boxes, he also spent some time in the kitchen. Today was not the ‘spend too long making breakfast’ day. This was a coffee and a bagel day. The coffee machine was brewing. He was busy so he didn’t do the bagel. He did hear some shuffling around upstairs. He poured two cups of coffee, making his how he wanted, and leaving the cream and sugar out for Evan to make his. Taking his mug to the living room, he set it on the mantle and started to rearrange the furniture in the living room. He had been waiting to do this as it was noisy.

Evan shuffled into the living room holding his cup of coffee, a zombie of a human being. This must be one of the mornings where he isn’t a ball of sunshine right off the bat. Tommy was amused by this, “Morning,” he called out to Evan as he moved a chair from one corner of the room to another, stood for a second, and then nodded. This would work.

“Bah,” Evan wasn’t in a sunshine mood this morning, “You sleep well?”

Tommy answered while still organizing everything, “I slept ok. Too much food at Bobby and Athena’s house last night. The food coma helped some.”

“Good to hear,” Evan put his mug down on the coffee table, and came up behind Tommy, pulling him into a hug, “My mind just kept going so I stayed up a bit later than I had originally planned to.”

“I think I briefly woke up and saw you on your phone,” Tommy leaned back into the hug. It felt nice. It was nice to be treated once in awhile. As the older man in this relationship, he tended to be the initiator of most things, “What hole did you fall into last night?”

“Besides yours?” Evan chuckled at his horrible joke. Tommy pulled out of the hug slightly and looked over his should with a ‘You’ve got to be joking’ look, “Why Turkey is the protein of choice in North America during holidays, while in Europe they tend to have Goose,” Evan said, “Turns out its all marketing and money.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about it while you help me decorate,” Tommy pulled a box with an artificial tree in it. He’d always had an artificial tree and something about the consistency that it brought felt right. Of course, a real tree was always nice, but it left a mess all over the place, took way too much effort to keep alive the length of time that Tommy liked to have it up, and disposal was a nightmare. He just liked to stick to an artificial one and add pine scented candles around the room to give the effect of a real tree.

Evan groaned as he fell onto the couch, “You decorate this early? Its the day after Thanksgiving.”

“Christmas was the one time of year when my family stopped fighting,” Tommy said offhand, “So its really the one holiday that I truly enjoy and I might go a little overboard with the decorations, and start earlier than most people do, though I think they put things up in September in some places, but its something that brings me joy.”

Evan took a swig of his coffee, stood up, cracked his knuckles, and said, “Alright then Auntie Mame,” another half attempt at a joke, “What do you need me to do? If it makes my man happy then I’m ecstatic to help,” the determination on his face didn’t mask the exhaustion that was also there. Thankfully, they both had today off.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Tommy smiled, “Since you were up half the night researching turkeys and geese.”

“Thank you,” Evan truly sounded exhausted.

“I need you to sort out the stocking holders and stockings for above the mantle,” Tommy said, “And start setting up the village. There is a picture in the main box,” Tommy pointed to the box labeled village, “On where everything should go. However, if you feel like something might look better a certain way, let me know and we can make some changes. This is your Christmas as well.”

Tommy watched as Evan went about sorting out and placing the various stocking holders and village on the mantle. It was easy enough work for the time being. It would get more difficult later when they started putting lights up on the house.

“Who’s Paul?” Evan asked out after a bit of time had passed. Tommy got all the furniture moved around and had set up the tree. He was about to start the lights when Evan asked his question.

Tommy frozen in mid-motion. Paul. He had almost forgotten about Paul.

Tommy paused for a second, “I forgot I had that one in there,” He came over and took the stocking out of Evan’s hands, “Paul was one of my military buddies.”

“Just a buddy?” Evan raised an eyebrow, “I know in my family we only made stockings for important people to us.”

“Well, it was Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell time,” Tommy explained, “And I was still trying to delude myself into thinking I was heterosexual at that time. But Paul was more than a buddy to me, I guess. We would stay up well past curfew talking about our lives, what we wanted to do in the future. That kind of stuff,” Tommy held the stocking close, “I may have had a crush on him but he was always talking about all his conquests before he went into the military,” Tommy put the stocking down, “We were sent to Iraq, whatever name they gave to justify the invasion had been earlier that year so we didn’t expect to see any combat. One night we were just chatting. It was around Christmas time, I think. Hard to tell in the desert unless you were paying attention to a calendar.”

“Hard to tell around here as well,” Evan piped in, looking out the window at all the green trees and grass everywhere. Tommy knew that Evan did miss the snow in Pennsylvania when Christmas came. It never snowed in LA.

“Well, I told Paul about all my Christmas traditions,” Tommy continued his story, “Family stockings, little villages, the whole thing. He made me promise that I would put a stocking up for him. I think he knew how I felt about him. He just didn’t want to lead me on at the same time. We didn’t talk about it like that. Anyways I said that I would of course put one up for him when we got back home. He was killed in action a month later.”

Evan got up and hugged Tommy again, “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Evan just squeezed Tommy hard while they stood there.

“I put this up as a memory of him,” Tommy continued. He grabbed a stocking holder and walked to the mantle. He took the stocking and put it up, “I originally didn’t want to keep putting it up, it brought back too many hard memories. But I eventually made one and started putting it up. A memorial of sorts.”

“That’s a super sweet story,” Evan said looking at the stocking. Tommy smiled looking at it.

                Coughing, Tommy started to rummage in a box, “OK onto the next stuff,” He pulled out the base of the tree and started puttering around to get that organized. He had spent the extra money for the pre-lit one. He liked the way it looked. The lights were more hi evenly spaced. He plugged the first part in and used that to make sure that he got the next pieces in correctly, “I do love how this looks.”

                “We always had a real tree in Pennsylvania,” Evan commented, “But then again it was also easier to just go out into the woods somewhere, ask a farmer and cut your own down out there than it is here. Unless you want to decorate a palm tree.”

                “I’ve tried doing that,” Tommy admitted, “Its not as fun as it looks. Just a bunch of lights going up the trunk. Doesn’t look as nice as the fullness of the evergreen.”

                “I agree,” Evan said. He got up and brought some baubles over and started to help putting them up.

                Tommy let Evan do what he wanted with the baubles. They weren’t needed in a specific place. But he had a few that needed to be placed a certain way. One for his mother. One for his sister. They were both no longer with him, so he needed to remember. The only family he had was his drunk of a father and he pretended that man didn’t exist. He was somewhere on the east coast last he heard. Good riddance, Tommy thought.

He walked over to the box of decorations while Evan did the baubles and started to set up his little Christmas village. His mom had loved the villages she saw in stores, she liked to fantasize about the perfect home in the perfect town where everyone was always happy, and nothing ever went wrong.

The village had its own little space on the mantle. Carefully Tommy placed each house where it should go. Little corner store near the back, dream family home on the left, a church on the opposite of the house ‘Every town needs a church even if you don’t believe because sometimes, they can be good people. Being religious doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. Being a bad person makes you a bad person.’ That’s what his mom had always said anyways. He didn’t believe it due to how horrible religious people had constantly been to him in his 40 years of life, but he kept the church just for her.

“That’s a cute village,” Evan said, “Didn’t know you were religious.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Tommy replied, “Far from it. My Mom believed in the good in all people even the religious whack jobs out there. I keep the church for her.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Evan asked meekly, “You’ve never really talked much about your family. Just your father who you very obviously don’t get along with.”

Tommy sighed, he didn’t like talking about this, but communication was key in a relationship, “Mom died when I was six. Car accident. My sister Amy was with her. They had been going out to look at all the decorated houses around my hometown. I had stayed home because I wasn’t feeling well. My father was also feeling unwell. Drink driver hit them, and they both died on the scene. This was the 80’s/90’s,” Tommy placed a little motorized skating rink in the middle of his village. He plugged everything in, hiding the power bar so that it wasn’t easily visible but was safe. No cotton snow to hide it, “That’s when Father became a raging drunk who constantly beat me.”

Evan gasped at the story, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“I’m not,” Tommy replied, “this made me the man I am today. And the military but that less so. The military was a means of getting away when I was old enough.

“Still,” Evan pulled Tommy into a hug and gave him a kiss, “That had to have been hard at 6 years old.”

“You didn’t have the greatest of childhoods either,” Tommy countered, “We all have our trauma’s, how we handle them is how we are represented. I spent a few years going to therapy regarding mine. I don’t know what kind of stupid things I could have or would have done if I hadn’t done that.”

“I don’t want to think about that,” Evan replied. They continued along with their decorating. Slowly the living room started to turn into a Christmas wonderland, “Have you ever wanted to just leave your decorations up and just become a Christmas house?”

“Every single year when it comes time to put everything away,” Tommy laughed as he replied, “But every year I remind myself, the magic of it is that you only put it out for this short time of each year. If you were to leave everything up, then what’s to get you excited next year?”

“That’s a good point,” Evan placed what he hoped was the final bauble on the tree, “We only had real trees as mentioned so there’s always a temporariness to it since you always had to get rid of it somehow. Unless you wanted dry pine needles all over your living room.”

Tommy smiled at Evan. It was nice to just do something together with just them. Usually someone from Harbor or the 118 was around so it was difficult to just get some alone time with just them, “And the final touch,” Tommy took out some wax melters and placed them on different tables around the living room. There were only 2 and he didn’t intend to have them on at the same time. One was enough to get the smell around the room, and then you turn the other on while you clean the one that just ran out of scent. He flicked the switch and went to sit on the couch. It was late afternoon now, so they deserved some time to just relax. Evan joined Tommy on the couch and snuggled up in his arms. Slowly the scent of pine tree started to permeate the room. Evan took a deep breath, “I know you said they were Christmas, but what do I smell besides pine?”

“I make my own wax melts,” Tommy admitted, “I can never find the scents I really want in the way I really want. So, I make my own with pine oil, some cinnamon, some vanilla, and the barest hint of cloves. Something to have the Christmas smell for me.”

“It smells perfect,” Evan said, “Is there anything else that needs doing?”

“Oh, there is lots to do,” Tommy replied. Evan made a slight groaning noise, “But that is for another day. Today was about setting this up and now relaxing. Maybe order something for delivery.”

“I think they added a new restaurant to UberEATS that I’ve been wanting to try,” Evan added.

“Sounds like a wonderful plan,” Tommy replied, “I’ll get that ordered, and you get to relax since you helped me so much after a food coma and a traditional Evan Internet Deep Dive kept you tired.”

“An informative deep dive,” Evan replied, not leaving Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled, it would be hard to hold Evan and order dinner, but he would keep it that way for awhile. Tommy didn’t even smell the wax melts he made. Just Evan right now and it was perfect.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me more of that deep dive that you learned,” Tommy added, “But lets just relax a bit for now.”

Tommy was perfectly happy. He had Evan, he had his memories and his decorations. Everything was perfect. Without noticing, Tommy’s eyes may have flicked to the bedroom area without thinking. Hidden away in his nightstand, a special gift that Tommy intended to give to Evan on Christmas. But that was a few weeks away, so he tried not to get too excited about it. Tommy did hope he would say yes though.

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Author’s Note: I just really wanted a cutesy Christmas decorating story. Christmas is my favourite holiday, so I just want a happy one for my favourite couple. I apologize if there are some conflicting ideas in here. I honestly don’t plan ahead on what I write. I just start and stop and go from there and as the words come into my head that is when they come into my story. I legit didn’t know where it would end, just that it would end eventually. Any Constructive Criticism is welcome.

[jungle-angel]

I'll be Home For The Holidays (Major Major x Reader)

Summary: Your husband has finally gotten his honorable discharge papers and at last he can come home

Warnings: Pregnancy, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse Megs my dear, a little post-Thanksgiving fic pour vouz

The snow was falling heavily at the train station as afternoon began to give way to evening. You and two of your girlfriends were eagerly awaiting the return of your husbands as people boarded and disembarked from the trains, the front desks inside busy as ever with people purchasing last minute tickets to go home or to visit family but with the war finally being over, it was packed with soldiers and nurses returning home and eagerly awaiting families, some with little children in tow. Already it was wonderfully decorated for the upcoming Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with garlands of pine and deep green and red everywhere.

"Do you see them?" you asked.

"I don't think the train's pulled in yet honey," Florence Kelley, one of your friends told you, dusting off her WAC hat, revealing the gold numbers of the 6888th embroidered on it. "Heard they were expecting snow Philly but nothing more."

You sighed as your baby started kicking again. Train delays in Philly meant that everyone would probably have to stay overnight somewhere before reaching the Midwest.

"Wish there was another way to reach them," you told her.

"Well, until they invent a way, I don't think we'll be getting a hold of them anytime soon," Rita Yeoh told you. "All I know is that they'd better be home before New Years."

You all had a good laugh on the matter when Jenny Ryan, the last of your girlfriends, came by with four small boxes. "Here," she said, handing each one off. "I ran up the path to the little diner and grabbed us all some sandwiches. I wish we had hot stuff but they said no deal."

Neither of you seemed to mind at all, so long as you had something to eat. Your little one kept kicking away, apparently picking his or her opportunity to cause mischief.

"Alright, you need to knock that off," you chuckled, arching your back a little bit. "Daddy's not home yet and you're already up to no good."

"That one's gonna be a heap of trouble," Florence joked.

You kept laughing and joking with your girlfriends, when it was announced that your husband's train would be arriving within the hour. You and the rest of the girls could hardly contain your excitement, finishing off your meals before disposing of the containers in the trashcans nearby.

Not long after, the train pulled to a stop and a hoard of soldiers, Army, Navy, Air Pilots and Marines, all began to disembark. Major kept shouting your name and waving to you, leaning out the window with a huge grin on his face.

You could've cried right then and there as he rushed right to you, scooping you up in his broad arms and littering your cheeks with kisses. Sure enough, your eyes grew hot and wet with tears of joy.

You had forgotten how much you had really missed him.

"Sweetheart you got so big," he said sweetly, noticing how much your bump had grown, cupping your face in his hands.

"Just a few more days," you laughed. "I'm ready though."

"Me too," Major sighed before he took you by the hand and led you inside. "God it's been too long."

You laughed again, waiting for the other spouses of your girlfriends. You were surprised to see Yossarian stepping off the train in full Class-As and his war bride, Isabella, walking hand in hand with him. Snowden, Appleby, Orr and many of the others had returned home to their girls or, like their Captain, had met a girl in Italy, only to return with her and most of her family in tow. All of them had come to greet the two of you and had promised to stop by for the holidays if time would allow.

After about an hour's ride in the car, you and Major were all too relieved to finally be home where it was warm. The dogs were the first to come through the door and greet the two of you but you were both far too tired to stay awake. Even though it was already five in the evening, it was pitch black out.

"Shit," you hissed. "I need to make sure everything's set for tomorrow."

"Ah-ah, don't you dare (y/n)," Major warned. "You did more than enough while I was away and now it's my turn."

You chuckled and shook your head as he set to taking the turkey out for the next day to thaw a little more. As soon as his hands were washed and dried, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you again.

"You have no idea how bad I missed you," he mumbled, his lips pressed against your cheek.

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, melting into his warmth. "Think it's time we go to bed," you told him.

Once the lights were shut off and the dogs in their bed near the window, you and Major headed upstairs to catch some sleep. Tomorrow was when the real work would begin.

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You awoke to the snow falling the next morning before you went about your usual routine. Major had taken over the kitchen and his father and brothers were all due to come over to help soon, while his mother and sisters went to the store for last minute supplies.

You had been folding up some of the baby clothes and putting them in the dresser, when the smell of food cooking downstairs in the kitchen had lured you in. The radio was quietly playing in the living room while one of the dogs was begging Major for a piece of bacon from the green bean casserole he had just set aside.

"No way bud," Major chuckled. "You already had your breakfast. Go chase the squirrels or something."

He smiled when he saw you come into the kitchen, taking you by the hand and slow-dancing as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the living room. Time seemed to stop for the both of you at that very moment, the two of you forgetting all your troubles, worries and cares and the last three years.

That night had been the best Thanksgiving you two had since the war had begun. Major's entire family and yours, brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews, had all showed up to the house to celebrate with you. But that hadn't been the only thing worth celebrating.

The very next day, you and Major welcomed Baby Robert after months and months of waiting, his parents thrilled beyond words to have another grandchild.

Some weeks later, close to Christmas when Baby Robert is brought home, you manage to catch a little polaroid of your boys asleep together in the wingback near the fire, the snow falling softly outside. It's a memory you keep near and dear to you both, always in your scrapbook and at the forefront of your minds.

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[aria-greenhoodie]

You see, @localcanadiancryptid22, I’m a motherfucker who LOVES drama, so I fw anything that can create that.

I’m normal. Btw. In case you were wondering.

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(name)_undercover Mental Health Check-In #51:

Super proud of myself for remember not to water the plants from overwatering them last week! 😬 Decided to pick up Red Dead Redemption again- but the online version! Me and Spencer have been playing it every night together 💕

Also started a new DnD campaign with the Smosh crew on the weekends! It's been great reconnecting with everyone after a break and I'm excited to see where things go. I'm playing as a teifling warlock-bard!

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Moved to a new place with Spenncer! So great to have a home to finally call my own- entirely! No more leaky faucets or patchy drywall. Just nice space for us to spread out all our collectibles lol. 😊

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a few more Daniel moments from the 2024 Paris Supercross

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

There is a brutal contrast in how Megatron and Optimus's stories end. Optimus nobly surrenders his spark, along with the Matrix of Leadership, having been sent off by his dear and trusted friends after giving them a fond farewell. He has accomplished his life's greatest goal; now he is able to rest. He dies willingly, at peace, bringing hope and giving life to the next generation by restoring the Allspark.

Megatron had already been killed, and was told that he can never join that very Allspark. Having been enslaved, and only released because of Optimus's actions, he is now reanimated, inhabiting his own corpse. His only remaining ally, who has constantly betrayed him, does not understand him. He flies off, alone, having lost all his forces and failed in his mission, and realizing that his life's greatest purpose was misguided. He is left, we can only assume, to live a hellish and hopeless life--a shell, consumed by the past.

And he did not tell Optimus goodbye. He knows that Optimus will leave him behind, will obtain the heaven he can never enter. He gives him the parting gift of his repentance, to acknowledge this. But in his refusal to say farewell, there is an echo of his own wretched endurance. He does not get to rest. Megatron will remain, eternally alone--eternally waiting for a reunion that will never come.