#yes I celebrate on the 24th

[biggirldreaming]

'Tis the night before Christmas 🎄🧑🏼‍🎄🎄

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[ferncloud]

hollyleaf

[fairydustfromhell]

Nothing says Christmas like constant fighting and being belittled for entertainment while you just sit there thinking, waiting for everything to be over. When was the last time I actually felt the Christmas spirit? When was the last time I looked forward to this joyless time? Why can't it all just stop?

[thatfandomshit]

Happy 39th Anniversary of the day five kids from different cliques attended their infamous Saturday detention to those who celebrate!

“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.”

THE BREAKFAST CLUB (1985) - dir. John Hughes

[phantomswolf]

ohgh chrisms….. tomorrow………… 4 me……….

[doitforbangchan]

Deity - H.H

Masterlist

Hyunjin x reader (afab)

Summary: You wanted to worship your boyfriend for his birthday, but it seems like he had other plans...

Requested by my dear friend @jehhskz who asked for birthday Jinnie :)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, grinding, kissing, blindfolds, drinking (mentioned), lingerie, cursing, pet names, Hyunjin being a literal poet. Not proof read :)

WC:2.8k

“Is this really necessary? At this point it’s kind of a dead giveaway, my love.” 

“Yes, it’s necessary!” You huffed, as you tugged the blindfold over Hyunjins eyes, fixing his hair as you did so. “ Don’t act all smart with me! Just cuz it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you know everything.” You both were just coming back from a dinner with his family, they elected to take him out to celebrate his 24th birthday.

He laughed at your teasing words, “So when we walk in, it’s not going to be a surprise party?” 

”...... I cannot confirm nor deny any such accusations.” 

 You paused as you stuck the key in the door to your home, knowing the surprise was ruined. Well, one of them anyway.

“Just a heads up before we go in, don’t lose that blindfold.” 

“Huh?” 

You ignored his inquiry and opened the door, leading him inside and shutting the door. You held up three fingers, then two, and one. “Take it off, baby.” 

Hyunjin ripped the blindfold off and was bombarded with a loud “SURPRISE HYUNJIN!”. He looked like a child with the way he was grinning from ear to ear, clapping in excitement at seeing all of his friends in one place. 

The apartment was decorated floor to ceiling in streamers and banners of all colors. There was  even a cardboard cut out of him and placed near a makeshift photo booth in the corner. Clearly a lot of work had gone into this party. 

You took Hyunjins coat from his shoulders as he was pulled further into the home by Felix who immediately took him to get a drink. You watched as he mingled and laughed with his friends and loved ones. He had been working so hard lately and deserved to have some good genuine fun. 

It was hours later, and most of the people at the party had left already. The only ones left in your living room other than you and Hyunjin were Han and Felix. Both the boys were drunk out of their minds. Felix was giggling to himself as rolled on the ground, and Jisung was laid on the couch cuddling with the cardboard Hyunjin, already asleep with drool seeping out of his mouth. 

Hyunjin only had one drink during the party so he wasn’t drunk, having let the first drink fade away over the course of the night. You entered the room carrying blankets for the two drunk boys. There was no way they could make it home in this state and neither of you had a problem with them staying over. 

“Here you are, guys. Blankets and pillows.” You handed some to Felix and went to give some to Jisung but instead just draped a blanket over his form. “Uhh I guess I’ll set this here for him if he wakes up.” 

Felix yawned as he curled his small body into the blankets right there on the floor. “Nighty night.” 

Hyunjin ruffled his hair in passing, chuckling “ night Lix.” 

Hyunjin followed you down the hall into your shared bedroom, you were sitting on the bed as he closed the door. You had sultry eyes, eyeing him up and down as he stepped into the room. “Come er’ baby.” You curled your finger, drawing him closer. He humored you with a smirk as he came closer to you until he was right in front of you. You stood up as you gave him a gentle kiss. “Did you enjoy your party, Jinnie?” 

“It was great, my love. The perfect way to end my birthday.” He smiled as he gave you another kiss, using his hand to tilt your face back. 

“Mmm your birthday isn’t quite over yet though. I still haven't given you my present.” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He bit his lip, eyes glimmering “Oh yeah sweet thing?” 

“Mmhmm” you leaned on your toes and got close to his ear. “Now why don’t you be a good birthday boy and sit down on the bed for me.” 

He raised his brows at your dominance and smirked in amusement, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Whatever you say boss lady.” He gestured for you to continue. 

You gathered your nerves, trying not to let him see just how shy you were. With a deep breath you locked eyes with him, having a mini staring contest before you slipped your dress down your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

“Fuck, my love.” He let out a groan at the sight of you in the sheer black lingerie you wore under your dress. It was a bra and panty combo, coming with garters that hugged your thighs and hips perfectly. There were darker black flowers in the lace, almost as if to give off a more innocent look. Though to him, it was absolutely sinful. 

You tutted when he reached out for you, backing away a few feet. “Nuh uh. No touching, yet.” 

He whined and jutted out his signature pouty lip, “But it’s my birthday you can’t be mean to me!” 

“I think I’m being anything but mean to you, Jinnie” you were giggling as you said it. “If you listen, it’ll make your present even better.” He let out a ‘hmph’ with his pout, but nodded his head anyway. “Still got that blindfold?” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the fabric blindfold. You took it from his hands, “Perfect, thank you very much. Now I want you to take your clothes off.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, “someones bossy today” even with his snark he complied, unbuttoning his shirt slowly while his dark eyes maintained contact with you. When it was fully unbuttoned he let it slide off his shoulders, giving you a view of his toned torso. Even though your boyfriend was on the skinnier side, he still had a good amount of muscle. Enough to toss you around at his leisure, at least. 

Hyunjin watched as you bit your lip when his pants were the next thing to go, noticing how you were unable to stop your eyes from flickering to the bulge in his underwear. He loved how much you admired his body. It made him proud of the work he had been putting into it. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He had a smug grin as he tugged his underwear off next, showing off his hardening cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen it- felt it inside you- it was still the most mouth watering sight to you.

“Pictures are your thing, Jinnie. My thing is telling you to lay down on the bed.” You pointed to the top of the bed with your pillows, and gave him a ‘get to it’ hand wave. 

He shook with laughter as he scooted back on the bed. You had never even attempted to dom him before in the bedroom so it was unsurprising that he didn’t take you very seriously. Though, you were grateful he was at least following your directions. 

Watching you tell him what to do, while you looked like a goddess, was the ultimate birthday gift. You were already the most radiant and beautiful woman he had ever seen but wearing this set, you could ask him to do literally anything and he would do it with a smile.  Or maybe, almost anything.

You licked your bottom lip lightly and seductively made your way to the side of the best towards Hyunjin. The sway of your hips and the fire behind your fluttering stare made his mouth water. He was a man who eats with his eyes, afterall. “You’re the most alluring being on this planet, you know that? God, looking at you is having my cake and eating it too.I’ll never tire of looking at you, lover.” 

When you gracefully approached him you leaned your face down real close to his ear, letting your breath hit the skin, and with a quiet amusement to your voice you whispered, “Put this on, lover.”

“What?” 

He glanced down to your hand that was holding out the blindfold for him to take. Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief, his world suddenly crashing down. 

“Are you being for real right now?” He gave you an incredulous eyebrow raise. 

You hummed, “the realest. Put it on for me, Jinnie.” you batted your lashes at him and jutted out your lip. “Or do I have to do it for you?” 

A low rumble came from his throat, the sex appeal of you compelling him to listen despite his inner turmoil screaming at him to not take his eyes off you. Hyunjin gently snatched the blindfold from you and he slipped it over his head, after giving you one more glance over as if to memorize your visage. 

You hummed your appreciation as you leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss to his pout. He chased your lips as you pulled away, reaching for you but you backed up too far for him to reach. “Darling, come on.” 

You stayed silent as you walked around to the other side of the bed, keeping your footsteps undetectable. This was exhilarating for you. You guys had a discussion a few months ago about maybe trying blindfolds, but it was assumed he would use them on you. What a twist to use it on him first. 

“Love? Where did you g-oh!” You surprised him when you appeared on the opposite side of him and suddenly sat on his lap, straddling his hips just above his member. 

“M’ right here Jinnie.” You raked your nails over his chest and collar bones. His skin turned red as you drew the lines, causing him to hiss quietly. You ran your tongue over the leftover marks, soothing the flesh. He sighed and put his hand on your hip but you smacked it away quickly. “I said no touching, Jinnie.” 

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” 

You scooted back on him just a little, until you were grinding your hips on his length. Your panties were crotchless so he could tell just how wet you were for him, feeling the glide of your folds over his hardness. You whimpered when the head nudged into your clit. 

He grunted at your sound, able to keenly hear every little sound that escaped you; the blindfold may have blocked his sight but it definitely heightened his other senses. His whole body felt like it was alight, skin pin prickly and tingly as you peppered wet kisses and tongue drags across his collarbones and you grind against him. 

“My love, please, have mercy. Please put it in, you know I can make you feel so good.” He was panting, hands still at his side as he gripped the sheets. 

You hummed, pretending to think about it, “I don’t know, Jinnie. You’re already making me feel so good.” 

“But you know having my cock in you could make you feel even better. You love it when I'm inside, hitting your sweet spot that turns you into putty in my hands.” He was trying to seduce you through his whimpers, attempting to make you see reason. 

“I’m the one who’s trying to make you putty in my hands, baby. It’s your birthday after all.” 

“You’re right it is my birthday.” He panted, licking his lips. “And do you know what I want as my final birthday wish?”

“Do tell.” You moaned when he hit your clit again. 

“I just want to worship you, like the masterpiece you are. Please my goddess, let me leave a sacred prayer at the altar between your thighs.”

Well, who were you to deny him when he spoke poetry like that? 

“Ok, Jinnie. You can do whatever you want to me.” The words barely escaped your lips before his hands were on you. It was like a switch flipped in him as he went from this whimpering boy under you to a growling man, using his strength to flip you over so you were the one on your back. 

You gasped at the sudden display of dominance, watching him rip the blindfold of his eyes. His pupils had grown twice as big in lust and he looked ravenous as he got reacquainted with your special outfit. 

“My love, tomorrow I am absolutely painting you while you wear this for me. Gonna hang it in the entry way for all to see. I need to be in you. You’ve teased me long enough.” He ran the tip of his member into your core, collecting even more nectar from you, before her gently pushed in. “Fuck, so tight for me.”

“Ngghh Jinnie!” You squealed as he entered you. He always filled you perfectly, hitting your g spot on the first thrust everytime. It’s moments like this you forget why you would ever deny him (and yourself) this pleasure. 

“My goddess, my own personal aphrodite. Always so pliant and warm and ripe for the taking.” Hyunjin always got mushy when he was buried inside of you, as if possessed by a long dead shakespearean poet whose only job in the afterlife is to make you drunk on his words. “ You truly are the greatest creation in all of the universe. My lover, my deity.” 

“Fuck Jinnie, m’ all for you.” You cried out as he began to drill into you, going from letting you adjust straight into hard rutting. You were so warm, your walls enveloping him and begging to hold him hostage. 

He was moaning into your mouth, biting on your lips and trying to get as close to you as possible. One of his hands was on your thigh and the other was slithering its way up to your chest. His long fingers found your nipple through the fabric of your bra and gave it a sensual pinch, not too hard, only enough to stimulate you further. 

“My goddess is so good to me, making my special day so perfect. What a blessing you have given me.” He grunted the words as his thrusting increased, feeling his high coming quickly after all the tension and buildup. “Need you to bless me one more time. Need you to give me your nectar, please baby.” 

“Oh my fucking god, Jinnie.” You moaned loudly when the hand that was on your thigh suddenly found the puffy bundle between your legs. You were already so stimulated from his words and thrusts, that the harsh circles he drew on your clit was all you needed. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as you came. “M’ cumming, fuck” 

“Mmmm give it to me. Give me my last present, sweet girl.” He felt you clench on him as you shook from pleasure. “Nggggggggh ohmygod you’re squeezing me so tight, love.” His rutting got even more intense, and his drooling lips captured your own. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting your mouth and growling into you. When you bit his tongue he suddenly lost control, and came with a loud groan against you. 

His hips were bucking wildly as he chased his high, tears gathering on his lash line and hands gripping your body harshly. You could feel him spilling into you, the intense heat he always created being comforting and making you shiver. He ran his lips all over your face as he came down, just laying on you until his dick became too overstimulated and he had to remove himself from within you. 

When Hyunjin pulled back from you, he had a tear rolling down his face. You reached up with a worried coo and wiped it away. “Are you ok, my love? Was it too much?” 

He shook his head, “I’m ok. I just love you, so much. This has been a perfect birthday.” He sniffled as he fell into the spot next to you, pulling you into him. 

“I love you too, Jinnie. You deserve the world. If I can give it to you for at least one day, then I’ll have done my job as your girlfriend. Happy birthday.” You snuggled into him, kissing his chest. 

“You’re more than my girlfriend.” You hummed in puzzlement. “You're my goddess.”

The next morning when you both walked out of your room you found Felix and Jisung sat at your kitchen table, drinking coffee. With how drunk they were last night it was a surprise they weren’t still asleep.

“Morning, boys.” You yawned and waved. 

They both looked at you with an evil glint in their eyes. 

“UHHH OH MY GOD JINNIE.” Jisung faked moaning dramatically in a high pitched voice. 

“NNNGG SO TIGHT, MY GODDESS FUCK” Felix imitated Hyunjn, lowering his tone and groaning. 

They both burst into laughter at the horrified look on both of your faces. 

“I thought you fuckers were dead asleep!” Hyunjin squeaked, his face red with embarrassment. You just buried your face in your hands and turned around going back to your room, the deafening laughter and teasing making you shake your head. Coffee could wait until they’ve calmed down or left. This is what you get for being a benevolent deity and letting them stay over. 

A/N: I hope Hyunjin has the happiest of birthdays ever :) And that he never ever reads this -.-

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[vroomvroommuppett]

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requested by: @raizelchrysanderoctavius: Today is my birthday, October 24th here in my country. I don't know the time difference from your country. Can I request Lance Stroll x y/n please 🥺 I'm 23 this year and I have like major baby fever this year 😭 I'm single and not ready to mingle. Lance and y/n have been in a relationship for years but the fans always call her a gold digger even tho they don't even know her background, because she's a very private person. And letter at summer or winter break some paparazzi caught her with a baby bump. And the comments about gold digger get bought up again and some crazy fans even accused her of baby traping Lance. Y/n finally have had enough of all the hatred reveal that she's a daughter from the owner of a very successful company, her family is richer than the Stroll. And She and Lance already have 4yo n 2 yo children. Right now she's pregnant with their 3rd child. Thank you very much. Love u so much🫶❤️💜

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! hope you love this!!

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f1gossip

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f1gossip wife of lance stroll, yn ln-stroll was seen sporting a baby bump in canada. not much is known about yn, but there are reports and sources that she is a gold digger, and now it looks like she has baby trapped lance.

tagged: ynlnstroll, lance_stroll

user1 damn she really is using him

user2 she just wants the money

user3 ew such a gold digger

user4 and this is why people don't like her.

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williamsracing

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williamsracing We are so excited to announce our new owner, YN LN-Stroll! Welcome to the team, YN!

tagged: ynlnstroll

ynlnstroll thank you! excited to join!

user5 the woman was too stunned to speak

user6 where are all the people who said she was a gold digger?

lance_stroll MY WIFE EVERYONE.

lance_stroll Oh, and watch your back, @.f1gossip

f1gossip Yes sir. landonorris HE CLOCKED YOU LOL danielricciardo He stunted on you.

fransisca.cgomes hot wifey

logansargeant Thank you for believing in me.

ynlnstroll anything for my kid

alex_albon We're gonna slay next season.

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ynlnstroll

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ynlnstroll happy 5 years to my amazing, cute, sweet, sexy, hot, dilf husband. being your wife and mother of your kids has been the best thing that's happened to me. i love you so much.

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lance_stroll I love you so much, baby. Can't wait to take you out tonight before we become a family of 5.

maxverstappen1 Cutest family ever.

williamsracing Parents

astonmartinf1 No they're ours. ynlnstroll custody schedule?

user7 SHUT UP THEY HAVE MULTIPLE KIDS?!

carmenmmundt Ugh you're so hot.

estebanocon Cannot it's been 5 years. I still remember every time Lance would rant to me about you before you two got together. I probably still have those texts...

mickschumacher Same

logansargeant My parents

lance_stroll Our son.

f1gossip well this is what i never expected...

fernandoalo_official Grandpa Nando reporting for duty tonight

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[babygirlboeser]

So It Goes…

pairing: matt rempe x f! reader

wc: 4.1k

genres: mainly smut, kinda fluffy leading up to the filth and soft aftercare

summary: matt played so well tonight, and he deserves to be celebrated. you were eager to show him just how proud of him you were.

note: this takes place on may 24th 2024, after round 3 game 2

warnings: pure filth, unprotected p in v, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, cursing, shitty writing and probably typos

a/n: i haven’t really written anything longer than blurbs in a few years so this is very rusty as it’s my first full length fic in ages i’m sorry

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

It was too risky. This was the playoffs, every second counts, and they couldn’t run the chance of taking any unnecessary penalties. Okay, yes, he’s a very physical player and surely your boyfriend deserves a fair amount of the penalties he’s dealt, but at times it really was complete utter bullshit. You swore sometimes he was penalized for just existing too close to another player. The officials hate him, so in crucial moments like these, it was too risky to play him. With one goal from each team in the first, followed by two scoreless periods, game two of the Eastern Conference Final was heading into overtime. 

It was rare for Matt to get a shift in the third period, let alone in overtime. Which is why your heart practically burst when you saw your boy step onto the ice tonight, in not two, not three, but all four periods. You were surprised, but so excited for him. You can’t imagine how buzzed he must be feeling right now. 

He loved it, the energy, the roar of the crowd chanting his name. It was like a drug to him. Whether it be massive hits, starting a line brawl, or just playing an energetic shift, he lived to put on a show. Matt had become something of a fan favorite since his debut, and the crowd went wild when they realized he was getting a shift in overtime. All eyes were on your boyfriend as he skated across the ice, the chants of his name fueling him. He was the hottest thing in New York these days, the center of attention that nobody could take their eyes off of. It was like nobody else mattered when Rempe was on the ice. You’ll admit, it did make you a little insecure. There were thousands of pretty girls here that wanted him, staring at him, yelling his name. But in that sea of other girls, the only one he cared about was you. You were his good luck charm. He played better when you were there, and he always made sure he knew where you were sitting so he could look for you in the stands. He always gave it his all, but a quick glance to you in the crowd was sure to give him that extra boost of motivation to play even better. He appreciates the fans so much, but what he loved the most was knowing that his girl was there. Cheering him on, supporting him every step of the way. You attended every game you possibly could. His average time on ice wasn’t high, and he always felt bad when you would show up to games where his TOI was especially low, profusely apologizing for wasting your time. You reminded him you didn’t care if he played sixty minutes or two, you were there to support him no matter what. 

With every minute that passed you wondered more and more if you would be seeing a second overtime, until suddenly the entire arena erupted in cheers as Goodrow netted the game winner, fourteen minutes into overtime. The section where you sat with the other WAGs was especially loud, all of you thrilled for the guys. After the recent 3-0 loss, you were all undoubtedly very happy with the outcome of tonight's game, the series now tied 1-1. 

As the crowd dissipated you made your way down to the parking lot. You and Matt usually drove separately as he needed to be there earlier, so you would head home and wait for him. You say goodbye to a few of the other ladies as you get in your car, then shoot off a quick text to Matt before you start your drive home. 

hey baby i’m just heading out now, you played amazing i’m so so proud of you and can’t wait to see u. so happy you got some OT!!!! if ur going out with the guys have fun and be safe and i’ll see you at home later, i love you so much <3 

You and Matt’s apartment wasn’t far from Madison Square Garden, but the New York traffic combined with your eagerness to get home were making this drive feel endless. You figured he might go out to celebrate with some of the guys for a while, but you still wanted to get home and wait for him, impatient and eager to wrap him in your arms, smothering him with kisses and praise of how well he performed tonight. You hoped he was as proud of himself as you were of him. With nine hits, a TOI of 10:06, which may not sound like much, but was significantly higher than usual, and surprisingly no penalties, this was one of his best games yet. You yourself were still buzzing with excitement from the game, you can’t imagine how he must feel. 

Home now, you made your way to the couch, settling down with a book to pass some time. You were startled upon hearing Matt’s key in the door merely minutes after you had walked in. You didn’t expect him home this early, but you were glad he was. As Matt makes his way inside, you try to restrain yourself from jumping up and throwing yourself at him like a total crazy person. You didn’t try very hard. 

“Hi” You say through a giggle, a big smile plastered across your face as you practically leap towards him. 

As you reach him, you essentially climb him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he swiftly scoops you up by your thighs, holding you close against his body. As you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, he puts one hand under your ass for support, and the other rubs up and down your back. 

“I thought you would be going out with the guys?” You question, while you begin running your hands through his hair. 

“Tired. Just wanted to come home to you. Crazy game.” His response slightly muffled as he nuzzles his face against you, pressing kisses to your neck. 

“Yeah it was.” You say. Hand still tangled in his hair, you pull his face from your neck and pull him to your lips for a quick, sloppy kiss.

  “I’m so proud of you.” You whisper. 

“Shut up.” He murmurs playfully, avoiding your eyes.

He blushes at the praise and quickly buries his face in your neck again, not wanting you to see him rosy-cheeked. The tough guy act wasn’t working, it rarely did with you. He was a big sweetheart and you both knew it, whether he would ever admit it or not. Sure he was tough as nails on the ice, but off? Total teddy bear, especially for you. You saw through him so easily, and he wasn’t sure if he loved or hated how easily you could turn him into a blushing, giggling mess. A blushing mess who was truly loving the way you were talking about him right now, so happy that you liked his game tonight. His team, the fans, his family, and his girl; he just wanted to make them proud. And that he did. He always did. 

Despite playing shy, you could tell he was loving the way you spoke so highly of him, and you were loving it too. You were so in love with this beautiful boy. How could you not literally worship him? You gently tug at his hair once more, making his eyes meet yours, wanting to see him as you were seriously loving how cute he looked like this, all smiley and pink in the face. 

“Baby! You played so well. I’m really proud of you. And you got a shift in overtime! That’s amazing! This was a huge game for you, aren’t you proud of yourself?” You ask. 

“Okay, okay, it was pretty great.” He says excitedly and his smile grows as the blush begins to fade. You can tell he’s still feeling the exhilaration of the game.

‘Yeah it was!” You agree. 

“And no bullshit penalties!” He exclaims.

“I know, I can’t believe it either!” You both laugh and he smirks. God, that smirk does unspeakable things to you. 

Sliding a hand to the back of your neck, Matt softly pulls you closer until your faces are just a hair apart, practically touching. 

“I love you so much.” He whispers. 

“I love you too, baby.” You respond and he pulls you in for a deep kiss. 

It was moments like these where all jealousy went out the window and you truly couldn’t care less about those other girls. Some of them would recognize you in the stands and shoot dirty looks your way, but you just laughed. You were the one wrapped around him right now, and you were the one that he loved. When everyone wanted him, he only wanted you. You felt so unbelievably lucky, yet truly confused as to how you managed to pull this man. This perfect, amazing man, who played his best tonight, and looked really fucking hot while doing it. Although, you thought he looked good doing anything. He looked good right now. Pressed up against you, that pretty smile, those big brown eyes. Not to mention, the occasional squeeze he was giving your ass was not helping your sanity. You hoped he wasn’t too tired from the game, because fuck, you were getting so turned on. 

Of course he’s happy about his TOI, and that he got to play in overtime, but most of all he’s so glad that you’re proud of him. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you smile, and the fact that he’s the reason for it is absolutely melting him. He’s buzzing. He just played a really great game, and gets to come home to his beautiful, smiley, giggly girlfriend showering him with praise. Who is also, not to mention, dangerously close to his boner right now. He’s on cloud nine. 

You tighten your legs around him and he grunts at the friction. 

“You okay?” You say while loosening your legs slightly, not realizing what had just happened and thinking you might have hurt him. 

“I- um- yeah” He stutters. You notice his face redden again and suddenly become aware of the hardening member pressing against you. 

“Bed. Now.” You demand through a big smile, and you too are blushing now. 

With you still tangled around him, he carries you to the bedroom and sits on the bed, you straddling his lap. Matt runs his hands under your shirt and up your back, showing love to every inch of your skin. He begins to toy with the fabric of your shirt and looks to you for permission, to which you quickly nod. He swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, taking in how fucking gorgeous you look sat on top of him in only a bra. You then help him remove his shirt, tossing them both to the side. You pull him in for a heated kiss, hands now rifling through each other's hair as your tongues explored the others mouth. With less clothes between you now, you’re melting at the feel of his warm skin against yours. Not breaking the kiss, you allow your hands to start wandering. Matt gasps and bucks his hips as you palm him through his clothes. 

“Take them off.” You command as you remove yourself from your spot on his lap. He complies, tugging the rest of his clothes off, tossing them to the floor where they joined your recently discarded shirts. 

Normally, Matt would go down on you first. He puts your needs above his, always wanting to make you cum at least once before he even thinks about cumming himself. Tonight however, you insisted on doing all the work, knowing he was tired from the game. You were totally fine with treating him and doing the work, in fact you wanted to. He deserves to be celebrated, and you always loved making him feel good. He lays down, hesitantly, as he feels bad not treating you first. You flash him a smile to assure him that it’s okay, and you take him in one hand, starting him out with a few slow strokes as you lower your head and begin slowly flicking your tongue over his tip. He was pulsating, precum already leaking from him, so desperate to feel your lips wrapped around him. He gently pushes your hair out of your face and gathers it behind your head, loosely gripping it like a makeshift ponytail. Without warning, you take all of him in your mouth and start moving up and down on his cock. Matt lets out a loud moan, his head already spinning from how good it felt. You keep going, your pace rapidly increasing, as Matt tried to stifle his moans, which became more and more challenging as he neared climax. 

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned lowly as you continue to fuck him with your mouth. 

“Feels so good. Don’t stop.” He whined desperately. 

His breathing suddenly hitched, confirming that he was close. You begin to hum against him, knowing the vibrations of your moans would drive him over the edge. The sudden change in technique had him gasping and fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your face. His grip on your hair tightened so much his hand shook. The pressure on your scalp and his breathy moans and whines were turning you on so much. He moaned again and you fought the desire to dive a hand into your panties. He sounded so pretty, and the way his cock throbbed and twitched in your mouth made you so needy to feel him inside of you. 

Matt whined your name and his waist moved fastly up and down as the band in his stomach was about to snap. With one last bob of your head, he lets out a loud groan as he releases, filing your throat with cum. You hold him deep in your throat, and moan loudly against the base of his cock, the vibrations making him cum even harder. You detach your mouth from him and gently stroke his length a few more times as he comes down from his high. He lifts his head to see you looking at him with watery doe eyes as you lick your lips, cleaning up any drops that may have spilled from your mouth. He watches as you swallow everything he just gave you, and lets out a drawn out “Fuuuck” before throwing his head back to the pillow again, still needing to recover from the pleasure. You smiled at him, smug that you did a good job. 

Giving him a moment to catch his breath, you kiss up his abs and chest until you reach his face. He pulls you in for a kiss, and with ease he flips you both over, him now hovering over you, all while not breaking the kiss. He pecks your lips once more, and starts kissing his way down your body until he settles between your legs. You blushed knowing you were already so wet for him. A smile pulls at his lips as he unbuttons your jeans and pulls them and your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere across the room, leaving you in nothing but a bra. He kisses your thighs and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on it. You tangle a hand in his hair, and that smile suddenly fades as he is interrupted by you pulling his head away. 

“You don’t have to. I can do all the work tonight. Wanna make you feel good.” You tell him. 

“Baby, this does make me feel good.” He reminds you. It was true. As much as you adored having his face between your legs, he might actually love it even more. 

Lowering his head again, he teasingly runs his tongue up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing his tongue into you. You gasp at the pleasure and your thighs tense. As Matt’s pace increases, he snakes his arms under your thighs to hold you in place. You always tried your best not to squirm, but with this pretty boy between your legs making you feel this indescribably good, how could you not? It was a challenge to stay still, a challenge that you almost always failed. The way his hair slightly tickled against your stomach and thighs, the way he knew just how to perfectly curl his fingers and swirl his tongue inside of you, the way one touch could turn you into a whining, overstimulated mess. He knew exactly how to make you fall apart. Mumbled strings of curses and moans fell from your lips as Matt fucked his tongue into you. He adored how pretty you sounded for him. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to hear you like this. One arm still hooked around your leg, he frees the other hand and inserts a finger into you, pushing in and out a few times before adding another finger. You were a squirming moaning mess now, his long fingers buried deep inside of you making you feel like your whole body was on fire. 

“That feel good?” He says looking up at you, fingers still pumping into you. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him, those big brown doe eyes staring up at you lovingly, his lips swollen and wet. God, he looks so pretty like this. You can’t quite form words properly thanks to just how good he’s making you feel, so you just nod rapidly and lay back down for him. He lowers his head back down and starts sucking on your clit. It was too much. Your loud moans echoed through the apartment and you swore you were seeing stars. You were close, and with the way your legs began to shake, he knew it too. He drives his fingers into you even faster and the knot finally snaps. You reached your high, moaning uncontrollably and cumming all over his fingers. Just like how you had moaned around his cock, Matt moans against your pussy, knowing it makes you cum even harder. Pulling his mouth from your now swollen clit, he looks up at you smiling, still slowly pumping his fingers into you as you come down from your high. Pulling out of you, he licked up your folds one more time, which he always said was to clean up some of the mess you’d just made, but the truth is he just couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pussy, then to each of your thighs, which were still slightly shaking. He sat up on his knees and stared at you for a moment, admiring how fucking gorgeous you looked like this. Breathing heavy, legs shaking, all for him. 

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked. 

You gave a weak smile and slowly managed to pull yourself up to sit on your knees, now facing each other, though you were still feeling slightly too overstimulated to form words just yet. You reach out and grab his wrist, pulling his hand to your lips. You press a gentle kiss to his hand before taking his fingers in your mouth, sucking your own slick off of them. You look up at him with doe eyes as you pull his fingers from your mouth, him looking speechless with his jaw slightly dropped, staring at you in awe. You knew that would drive him crazy, and those suspicions were quickly confirmed as you glanced down and caught a glimpse of his growing erection. Still gripping his wrist in one hand, you run your other hand through his messy hair and pull him towards you for a kiss. It’s sloppy, fast paced, and desperate, both knowing you still needed more of each other. You eventually break the heated kiss, and pull just slightly away so your faces are mere inches apart, both still breathing heavy, and both with devilish smirks on your face. 

“Lay down.” you whisper and he blushes. He was usually the more dominant one, but wow, did he ever love seeing you take control like this. He complies, laying down for you, his hands softly resting on your thighs as you straddle him, just enough that his tip pushes into you. The suspense and lack of contact is killing him, but he knows you may need a moment to adjust. He wants everything to feel good for both of you and would never start moving if you weren’t ready for him yet. Breathy moans escape both of you as you slowly sink down on his cock, him stretching you out so good. Every time your hips connect you swear you were made just for him, and he was made for you. Your bodies melted together so perfectly, like pieces falling right into place. You reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, and Matt’s eyes widen at the sight. You toss the garment aside and push your hands down on his chest and start moving up and down on him, slowly at first, but pace gradually increasing. 

“That feel good?” You ask him. 

“Fuck.” He moans out breathily, “Feels so fucking good.” You shyly giggle and smile in response. There was nothing you loved more than making your boy feel nice. 

“Let me hear you.” 

You suddenly pick up the pace and he moaned, not holding back on the volume this time. God, his moans alone could make you finish. It was always difficult not to completely lose your mind the second he started making those pretty noises. You slide your hands from his chest and grip onto his shoulders to try and keep yourself somewhat grounded. You could feel yourself getting close already and dug your fingers even tighter into his shoulders. He may have fingernail imprints after this, but it’s nothing he’s not used to. You often left him marked up, hickeys, fingernail marks, scratches down his back. As one hand still rests on your thigh, the other slides up to play with your tits. You continue riding him at a fast pace and neither of you are even trying to contain your moans anymore. He adores you. He adores having you on top of him. Between the sight of your tits bouncing, your pretty face all fucked out, and being able to hear and watch the moans falling from your lips, he swears he died and went to heaven. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He could never get enough of the sight of you on top of him, but now his eyes are fighting the urge to roll back from the pleasure. His grip on your boob loosens and his hands make their way to your hips. He twitches and you can tell that he’s close, and thankfully so, because you weren’t going to last much longer either. The forming knot in your stomach is tightening quickly and as soon as Matt grips your hips and starts thrusting up into you, you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans from both of you fill the room as you reach your highs together, cumming on his cock and feeling his release inside of you. You still your hips and lean down to kiss him, moaning against each other, riding out your highs with him still deep inside of you. You eventually break the kiss and slowly climb off of Matt’s lap, crashing down beside him. 

“You did so good, baby.” He says and you both smile at each other, cheeks flushed, both of you still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good.” You said, reminding him again just how proud you are. 

“Let’s go get cleaned up, pretty girl.” He mumbles while slowly getting up. 

He hesitates for just a moment to admire the sight of his cum dripping out of you, before gently scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He runs a warm shower for you both, his skin feeling so nice on yours as you help clean each other up.

 Afterwards, you collapse in bed together, quickly finding your place on his chest, snuggling up into him. He wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. You lazily lift your head and press little kisses to his jaw, and he softly plays with your hair. You loved being so close to one another, feeling so warm and safe. Your heart felt full, wrapped up in one another, whispering sweet praises in each other's ear. He was all yours, and you were all his. So caught up in this moment, so desperately in love with each other. 

[chlochette-sunde]

Know your Destiel/Cockles history: a calendar 

As a newcomer on Tumblr and on the Supernatural fandom, I first had trouble following all the past events that were regularly reminded and celebrated.

On this very special day (December 14th, European time), the following post is an attempt at listing those events, focusing on Destiel and Cockles (with a hint of Jenmisheel). Feel free to advise me for more (or less) dates!

Acknowledgement: The idea came from @youchangedmedestiel who also contributed to the content. The present post would never have been possible without @livebloggingmydescentintomadness 's Cockles masterlist. Color code: Destiel / Cockles

Honorary periodic event: FIMMF (Finger In My Mouth Friday)

January

12th: "Mish. Dee." (2021) - 1

16th: Broadcast of 15x09 “The Trap” (2020) - /

17th: ‘Isn't the season you met Misha?’ ‘Taste the rainbow’ JaxCon (2016) - 1

18th: The abandoned Jenmisheel podcast (2022) - 1

24th: Dean's birthday + ‘Jensen's the horse’ HousCon (2015) - / + 1

February

2nd: Broadcast of 12x10 “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” (2017) - /

14th: Destiel wedding anniversary (2021)

16th: Broadcast of 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (With You)” (2017) - /

26th: ‘Which is funny, because so do I’ JIB11 (2023) - 1

28th: ‘Misha's been working out’ ‘He has though, hasn't he?’ NashCon (2016) - 1

March

1st: Jensen Ackles' birthday (1978) - 1 2 3 4

18th: Danneel Ackles' birthday (1979)

20th: Broadcast of 8x17 “Goodbye Stranger” + Gag reel (2013) - / + 1

23rd: Broadcast of 7x17 “The Born-Again Identity” (2012) + Broadcast of 15x13 “Destiny’s Child” + Gag reel (Jensen's infamous fart joke) (2020) - / + 1

April

1st: Mishapocalypse (2013) + Mishapocalypse 2.0 (2023) - 1 2 + 3

10th: “When Harry Met Sally” JIB2 (2011) - 1

13th: Season 15 EW Photoshoot (2020) - 1 2

15th: Broadcast of 5x18 “Point of No Return” + Gag reel (blowjob+‘we’re missing the gay angel’+‘confetti it’s a parade’) (2010) - 1 + 2 3 4 

15th: Bishagate 2.0 NJCon (2023) + Misha’s Cas essay (2022) - 1 2 + 3

23th: Bishagate ‘I’m all three’ NJCon (2022) - 1

25th: ‘I happen to be straight’ (2022) - 1 2

27th: Broadcast of 12x19 “The Future” (2017) - 1 2 3 4

28th: ‘Balls deep’ CR8 (2024) - 1

29th: Broadcast of 6x19 “Mommy Dearest” + Gag reel (2011) - 1

May

6th: Broadcast of 6x20 “The Man Who Would Be King” (2011) - /

7th: First release of 'Watching Over Me' (2021) - 1

19th: Straddlegate JIB10 (2019) - 1 2 3 4

21st: Jensen's bear underwear reveal JIB8 (2017) - 1

23rd: ‘Okay babe’ (2021) - 1

24th: Misha tenderly rescuing Jensen+’We like you the best’+Hitch scene JIB5 (2014) - 1 2 3

26th: ‘It’s not a subtext. It was clear text.’ PurCon8 (2024) - 1

27th: ‘I talked to Jensen and Danneel this morning because I couldn’t sleep’ PurCon7 (2023) - 1

June

July

1st: ‘I miss my blanky’ + ‘I love you’ VS ‘I need you’ (2021 (yes, on the same fucking day)) + ‘Also, Cas is gay.’ (2023) - 1 2 3 + 4

14th: 'Destiel is Cockles Fault' Day SFCon (2024) - 1

24th: ‘Wow, that was really informative. Thank you.’ SDCC (2011) + ‘How do you know’ SDCC (2016) - 1 + 2

August

9th: Destiel fanfics first ship to reach the milestone of 100,000 stories 'I have to admit, I like being on top' (2021)

13th: ‘I’d love to do a Western…slash romcom with Misha’ VanCon (2017) - 1

17th: Cockles day at sea (2015) + ‘I would probably choose to be the car, because Dean would ride me all day’ SPNDEN (2018) - 1 2 + 3

18th: Destiel winning TV Choice Best Chemistry (2015) - 1

20th: Misha Collins' birthday (1974) - 1

September

8th: Release of "Some things I Still Can't Tell You", poetry book by Misha Collins - Men in the Woods (2021) - 1

13th: First broadcast of Supernatural (2005) - /

18th: Broadcast of Lazarus Rising, first appearance of Castiel (2008) + First release of Jensen publicly singing 'Angeles' (2012) (+Bonus: Jensen serenading Misha at JIB11 (2023)) - 1 + 2 3 4

24th: Broadcast of 5x03 “Free to Be You and Me” (2009) (Bonus: reference of ‘personal space’ at SFCon (2024)) - 1

October

11th: Danneel Ackles, sharing a picture of Jensen, reading "Some things I still can't tell you" by the fire, Misha tagged on his heart (2021) - 1 2 

13th: Broadcast of 12x01 “Keep Calm and Carry On” + ‘You're poking me’ Gag reel (2016) - 1

16th: ‘He’s like an angel plushie’ DenCon (2021) - 1

20th: ‘I can say whatever I want because Danneel is in love with you' HCCB (2024) - 1 

21st: Broadcast of 10x03 “Soul Survivor” + ‘Aloha cowboy’ Gag reel (2014) - 1 2

23rd: ‘I should have said ‘I love you too’ and hugged him’ VanCon (2022) - 1

28th: Broadcast of 11x04 “Baby” (2015) (Bonus: reenactment of the CasDean scene at JIB7 (2016))

November

5th: Broadcast of 15x18 "Despair" - Destiel's anniversary (2020) - /

8th: ‘Homosexual declaration of love’ Darklight Online Con (2020) + 'I live it' (2021) - 1 (no official proof because the panel has mysteriously been deleted from social medias around the 26th) + 2

11th: Broadcast of 10x05 “Fan Fiction” (2014) - /

12th: Broadcast of 9x06 “Heaven Can't Wait” (2013) - /

16th: Broadcast of 13x06 “Tombstone” (2017) + ‘Release the tapes!’ Day (2020) - / + 1

19th: Broadcast of 15x20 "Carry on" -> Last episode of Supernatural (so far 🕯🤞🏻) (2020) + Misha sharing by mistake (?) “The epic love story of Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins” blog (2013) - / + 1 2

24-25th: 'y yo a ti' (2020) - 1 

24th: ‘His ferret goes other places’ (2024) - 1

26th: Misha having to live stream and do PR during Thanksgiving, in mid divorce, following 'y yo a ti' (2020) - 1

December

1st: Danneel sharing a post to promote "The Adventurous Eaters Club", featuring Jensen and their kids (2019) - 1 2

5th: ‘I love you, not like a brother, but like a lover’ CCXP (2024) - 1 2

6th: ‘Cas was supposed to have his arm around Dean in the bar’ CCXP (2024) - 1 2

14th: Cockles anniversary (2009) + Introduction of 'Eyes Like The Sky' beer (2020) - 1 2 3 + 4

19th: Jenmisheel holiday package (2017) - 1 2

[malum-forev]

If you still have Receiving/ giving a gift available, could you please write about Avenger Bucky receiving a gift from reader, for Christmas or his birthday? But he totally doesn’t expect it and gets all emotional cause he hasn’t received a gift in decades and doesn’t know what to do with the whole thing.

Yes yes yeeesss this is such a great ideaaa <3

*

“This is stupid.” Bucky grumbled.

“What’s stupid is that you waited until December 24th to buy your Secret Santa a gift!” Sam said, dodging the thousands of people roaming the streets of New York. 

“I didn’t think the gift exchange would actually amount to anything.” Bucky groaned. “I thought we would be sent away on a mission!”

“I don’t care what your excuse for procrastination is! I just want you to buy your Secret Santa something.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what-“

Sam covered his ears. “La, la, la, la. I’m not listening, don’t want any spoilers.”

“I want to be put back in the cryostasis chamber.” Bucky sighed dramatically.

-- 

Bucky stretched the neck of the uncomfortable wool sweater someone on the team had forced them to wear. The itchy fabric made his skin red. Whoever started the ugly sweater tradition should be sentenced to life in jail. Bucky thought. 

“Will you stop acting like a toddler, we’re supposed to be the adults here.” Sam spoke from the edge of his mouth to not attract any more attention. 

“I’m not acting like a child, I’m acting like a senile old man. This is the appropriate way for me to act seeing as I’m over a hundred years old.” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, immediately regretting the action as he pressed the disgusting fabric against his chest. 

“Okay! Bucky’s turn!” Sam yelled, not wanting to bare another second of his friend’s complaining, pushing Bucky to the middle of the circle. All of the agents’ eyes were on him. 

Bucky never really celebrated Christmas, back in the 40’s it was common for families to celebrate it but ever since he got out of the ice he- well let’s just say The Winter Soldier didn’t really have time for holiday shopping. 

“I got-“ Bucky cleared his throat nervously. “Ryan as my Secret Santa so, here’s a knife.”

The room got eerily silent as they all watched Bucky take out an unpackaged knife from one of his pockets. 

Sam facepalmed himself. 

“Thanks Sarge.” Ryan awkwardly smiled. 

“I sharpened that myself.” Bucky said proudly. 

“Let’s move on!” Sam said, this was more painful than he’d ever imagined. “Who got the cyborg as Secret Santa?”

Again, silence met everyone. The agents looked at each other but no one stepped up.

“It’s fine,” Bucky forced a small smile. “I withdrew my name from the bowl. I didn’t need anything.”

Scattered chatter was whispered before they continued with the gifts. 

Bucky looked down at his watch an hour later, how much longer would he have to put up with this?

The double doors opened loudly and in you came. You quickly said your hello’s to a couple of your friends and walked straight towards Bucky. With a big smile on your face and a small bag in your hand. 

Bucky gulped as you approached him. 

“Merry Christmas Sarge.” You beamed, his brain was trying to process your words. Bucky felt like he’d never heard someone call him that, and no one should ever try to top it because it would never compare to how the word Sarge sounded coming out of your lips. 

“Me-Merry Christmas.” Bucky stuttered. 

“I’m your Secret Santa.” His eyes widened but it seemed like his reaction only made you happier. “I saw you pulling your name out  when everyone left so, I decided to pick it up for myself. I hope you like your gift.”

You were truly the human form of sunshine. He thought.

“C’mon, open it. I need to know if you liked it.” You pushed the bag closer to him. 

Bucky took it by the handles and peeked inside. It was a book.

He saw how you nervously fidgeted. 

“When I got recruited, I researched about you- well both of you, Sam and yourself. God this is embarrassing.” You fumbled with your words. “Anyways, I read that your favorite book was The Hobbit so, I tracked down a first edition copy since well, it’s been edited since it came out and I thought it would be nice for you to have something from back when you first were alive- not alive because well- Oh god, it was stupid right? Giving you a book? You probably don’t even have time to read-“

Bucky cut you off by wrapping his strong arms against your frame. 

“This is the most amazing gift I’ve ever received.” He mumbled against your hair. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.” You squeaked.

“This is incredible.” Bucky whispered, not knowing if he could get any other words out without his voice cracking. No one had ever done something as special as this for him.

“You made Barnes smile!” Sam laughed, patting Bucky on the back. “You should get a medal for things like that.”

This one's short and sweet! Hope you like it!

Hi hiiii This is part of my 1k Celebration, if you like this please be sure to look at the Bingo Card and ask for a prompt! Love y'all <;33

And you can find the Bingo master list and what prompts are still available here!

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

[welcometoyunosworld]

Lovely, see?

𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐢-𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠 / 𝐆-𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 [𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩]; 𝘑𝘪-𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘚𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦!! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘴!💋

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You and Ji-yong were well known as the sweetest couple by many, many fans. Hell, you don't even see any bashers with the amount of fans that support you, creating fan pages about you and your Ji-yong. Sure you had Instagram, full of pictures of you, Ji-yong, you and Ji-yong together, maybe even TikTok too. But you only have a few posts there, sneak peaks of your own songs that your fans love.

Although whenever you miss Ji-yong, since he also has his tours, and can be very busy, you would watch the fanmade stuff about you and Ji-yong. It was out of curiosity, and plus, it was so sweet to see fans making those cute videos about you and Ji-yong. Giggles escaped your lips as you watched the 24th video that popped up from the search '𝙂-𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙔/𝙣'. Your giggles turned into a soft laugh when you came across an edit of you and Ji-yong, being the best couple.

And it was true, you two were the best of couples. The definition of true love, loyalty, compassion and patience. Talk about a power couple, hell, your collabs with Ji-yong always got fans going crazy. Tours? Matching outfits. Period.

He wanted you to feel special, and you wanted the same. He needs you to know that he loves you for who you really are, not because you're a celebrity, not because you're beautiful. In short, you both wanna make each other happy and loved no matter what.

Before you met Ji-yong, it was like a loop to you. Wake up, rehearsal, write songs, tours and make money. It was so 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁, your motivation for writing and singing was crumbling away, you felt helpless, alone. Your staff was there but what will they do? They only record your daily life, to which you get pissed and shut them out and lock yourself in your hotel room for days. YG didn't like it one bit, but they didn't wanna lose you, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰.

Until you met this 𝗚-𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 at the cafe you would go to every weekends, you didn't recognize him at first until you noticed his colored hair and nearly screamed when you realized who just offered you a handkerchief.

Okay so here's how it went,

You were just making your way outta there because you got your order and you wanna get back home as soon as possible, but the moment you open the door, there goes Mr. Ji-yong who bumps into you, spilling your precious coffee all over your beautiful outfit. “Oh shit- Miss, I'm so sorry.” You really didn't have the energy to even reply but when you saw his face and when he saw yours, you two had a staring contest before you eventually went like; “Am i hallucinating after days of no sleep? Is that really you Mr. Kwon?” You whispered and he chuckled. “Yes Ms. L/n.”

So that's how your love story with Ji-yong started. You knew him, he knew you but none of your asses had the guts to text or talk, just liking each other's posts until fans started to notice.

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“Aein? Earth to Aein??” Ji-yong snaps his fingers in front of you making you blink and look at him wide eyed with a 'Huh??', he laughed softly and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I was saying, come to my tour on the 5th, Saturday.” He said softly, cupping your cheek and you smiled softly. You placed your hand above his, looking into his eyes. “Of course, I'm not busy. My interview is on the 10th anyway.” This brought a smile to Ji-yong's face and he pulled you in, cuddling you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you both fell asleep.

Damn lucky you are. Little did you know, you'd be the one in tears of joy soon.

Standing there at the front, literally right near the stage, excited as the fans. You adjusted your mask and sunglasses as you sighed softly, you can't help but feel a bit annoyed that you had to hide like this but it was for Ji-yong and watching him slay like he always has. Five more minutes before the precious man would finally show up. And you're here wondering what on earth is this album about that Ji-yong didn't even give you any sneak peaks like he used to.

Brushing it off, thinking it was just a really good surprise, you waited patiently until the music finally started and there's your Ji-yong, ah, G-Dragon making his way there with a proud smile on his face. Your smile only grew as you listened to the first song, mentioning stuff about love, compassion and loyalty. You couldn't help but chuckle, the lyrics had a deeper meaning that Ji-yong knew 𝘆𝗼𝘂'd understand better than anyone else.

The final song has arrived and you were caught off guard by Ji-yong who suddenly got off stage and gently swooped you in his arms and brought you on stage. What the hell? Is this part of the song or something? You shrieked and held onto him, the crowd's cheers were too damn loud and Ji-yong gently removed your sunglasses and mask. “Ji?? What's going on?” He only smiled at you and gently placed you down on your feet.

“Listen to me, Aein.” He said as he brought the mic back to his lips, the music started again. Lyrics expressing his love for you, how you make him feel loved and appreciated, and—

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆?”

You froze and your eyes widened when Ji-yong got on one knee. Reaching for the small box in his pocket and looking up at you with a soft smile and your tears were already streaming down your cheeks, your heart was racing and you looked away, a staff handed you a mic and you looked at Ji-yong with disbelief and admiration..

“Oh, Ji.. You did all this.. for me?” Your shaky voice came as Ji-yong chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Aein. I wanted.. to surprise you, and make this moment special for you, not just me. So, Aein, will you marry me” Ji-yong puts the mic down so he could hold your hand and you couldn't even talk, just nodding your head with a smile on your face. “Yes..” Barely above a whisper, but Ji-yong heard it nonetheless.

Easily sliding the ring around your ring finger, oh it was perfect alright. He quickly hugged you, bringing you up and doing a little twirl as everyone cheered for you both.

“This is perfect, Ji..” You muttered softly.

“You're perfect, Aein.”

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How do we feel, singles? Jk jk HAHAH

hope u like this one bc i do. It's so cute😔💋

[telomeke-bbs]

BAD BUDDY – PAT GETS SHOT (A PLAY-BY-PLAY)

In honor of December 24th being Bad Buddy Pat's shottiversary of the gunshot that really wasn't, I've decided to do a play-by-play with commentary... 😍

(above) Ep.9 [3‌/4] 11.42 Pat grapples with the world’s first pageant king/rugby captain gunman (while the camerawork goes all artistically shaky, just in case any of us couldn’t figure out that this is a Death Fight Full of Danger™).

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(above) Ep.9 [3‌/4] 11.46

A shot is fired, Korn roars up from behind, Hunky Gunman Ham reels in surprise (yes, Kim Goodburn’s rugby gunman is named Ham), and Pat has a moment of clarity that the cinematographer ever-so-subtly decides to highlight with the streetlight glowing behind our hero’s eyes. "You SHOOT Miette? You shoot your shot like a rugby ball? Oh! Oh! Jail for Hammy! Jail for Hammy for One Thousand Years!!!!"

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(above) Ep.9 [3‌/4] 12.13

Drama (and Baseball) Mama Pat, Faculty of Engineering but majoring in Performing Arts (see Ep.10 [1‌/4] 18.46 🤣) falls melodramatically to the ground even though it’s only a graze wound (as we find out later at Ep.9 [4/4] 1.54).

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(above) Ep.9 [3‌/4] 12.05

Hunky Gunman, gunless and realizing the potential for criminal charges, turns and flees the scene.

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(above) Ep.9 [3‌/4] 12.12

Headcanon Time! In between watching Ham run away and grimacing from the pain, Pat takes a moment to gloat in the moment. I now have it in my head that Pat must have known the gunshot wound wasn’t life-threatening, but decided to play it up anyway…

Pat is a people person, adept at sizing up other people and situations (see his rescue of Pran’s LogTech presentation in Ep.3 for one example), and I think he correctly read that with the gun wrested away from his grasp the outwardly boorish Ham, inwardly a coward, will be psychologically defenseless without his big boy crutch and is going to flee (especially when confronted with the possibility of assault/murder charges).

Pat’s right, and I think this one moment of preternatural calm shows he knows he’s right.

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(above) Ep.9 [4/4] 1.16

Aaaaand… Switch! Less than two minutes of screentime later and our sunshine boy is back to his antics (stealing a kiss from Pran here). 😍

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(above) Ep.11 [3‌/4] 17.18

So two episodes down, and there’s no sign of that gunshot graze anywhere, anymore. Judging from where Pat was clutching his side at Ep.9 [3‌/4] 12.21 and Ep.10 [1‌/4] 18.42, it should be just above the edge of that blanket – but no…

Maybe it was as superficial as that sudden twist of the narrative? (Pat gets shot! But not really. 🤣) Or maybe production decided not to mar the perfection of Ohm’s abs and intercostals? (My money’s on the latter. 😂😍)

If anything, Pat getting shot (but not really) may have been another example of Director Aof playing with the Bait-and-Switch, written up here. 💖👍

‌Anyway Happy Patgotshottiversary to all the Bad Buddy fandom and to all who celebrate BL high holidays!

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[fandomficsnstuff]

Old Lady - 1

A/N: Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day, Shogatso and any other holiday I may have missed! I know not all of these are celebrated on the 24th-25th but I wanted to include them anyway. I hope it's alright, I wanted to be inclusive but if it's somehow offensive or incorrect or wrong, I'm sorry and I hope all of you have had a wonderful holiday up to now and all the way through to the end. I love all of you, happy Holidays!<3

(Warnings: mentions of smut, blood, descriptions of getting shot, angst, Nosocomephobia, Latrophobia, it’s a fun one y’all lol sorry)

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You sighed heavily with a smile as you got out of your car, closing the door and approaching the men sitting by a table, drinking and smoking and chatting, your eyes instantly finding his salt and pepper hair, a warm feeling forming in your stomach, like warm butterflies that spread throughout your entire body. You grinned as you saw how he noticed you, slowly getting up, taking off his sunglasses and practically throwing them on the ground as he moved towards you. You couldn’t hold in the tears as you ran to him, jumping up and hugging him tightly as he caught you, taking a deep breath, taking him in, the feel of him, the scent he always carried around of whiskey, motor oil and leather. You sighed heavily again and hugged him tighter before parting from him, Chibs still holding you up by your ass. “God, I missed you” you said with a light chuckle, Chibs grinning and kissing you briefly before resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed “I missed yer too love, missed ya so fuckin’ much” he whispered and you giggled, kissing him as he let you down, your feet hitting the ground but his hands stayed on your ass as he continued to kiss you “how was Denmark, eh? Went back a second time” he murmured against your lips and you nodded with a grin “wet, cold, amazing… I missed it… spent so much time over there, I had to get back” you admitted, Chibs nodding with a smirk “aye, I know, still glad to have ye back, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing you again, his hand grabbing your ass even harder, pulling you against him. “Get a room!” Juice yelled jokingly. “No!” Tig shouted back and you couldn’t help but laugh at them “didn’t miss them as much, though” you admitted, Chibs’ arm around your shoulders, your fingers entwined as you walked towards the boys. Jax got up and hugged you as you let go of Chibs to hug him back, Tig instantly being the next to stand up, arms open and you gently shook your head “no, not this time” you laughed, Tig’s smile falling and he frowned at you “why does Jax get one and I don’t?” he pouted and you couldn’t help but laugh more “because you always get a boner” you pointed out, Chibs smirking at Tigs “aye, ya do. Can’t say I blame ya tho’” Chibs said and gently put a hand on your lower back, you turned to face him, smiling up at him lovingly “which reminds me, excuse us gentlemen” he said and in one swift motion picked you up over his shoulder, smacking your ass as you yelped and he carried you inside the club house.

“Chibs! Put me down” you laughed and tried to hit his back but he just slapped your ass in return “not yet love” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh more as the boys, except for Tig, cheered him on. “I’m going to have my head smacked against something” you said as you tried to stop laughing, feeling Chibs shrug as he walked down the hallway “don’ worry, I’ll give ya bruise a kiss if tha’s the case” he said jokingly and you scoffed, deciding to accept your fate as he opened the door, carried you inside, kicked the door shut and then placed you down on his bed, immediately kissing you as if you were his last life line, his last hope for salvation.

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You frowned as you listened to what the guys were talking about. Chibs’ hand was on your waist as you sat on his lap, pretending to be on your phone when in reality you were listening in on what they were saying. “I don’t like it” you suddenly said, not even looking up from your phone as you continued to pretend to be occupied, though your attention was still mostly on the boys. Chibs frowned at you, his grip on your hips tightening briefly to get your attention on him “what? Why?” he asked and you shrugged, putting your phone away and giving the group your full attention “something’s up with you and Clay, Jax… and I don’t like it… something’s wrong, like-... like a rift between you two?” you asked with a deeper frown, Chibs mulling over your words as Jax shrugged “don’t worry darlin’, just some father-son shit, ain’t nothing to worry about” he said and you rolled your eyes “sure, and I’m the Queen of England” you said sarcastically, Jax scoffing at you with a smirk while Chibs chuckled, his hand giving your hip a quick gentle slap “tha’ would make me a king, wouldn’t it?” he asked with a smirk and you scoffed “only if you marry me, darling, until then, you’re just my concubine… my side-piece” you said with a smirk, leaning down and kissing him before getting up and walking towards Gemma, the guys laughing with Chibs while some of them wolf whistled, much to Chibs’ slight annoyance.

“Hey Gem, you need any help?” you asked, pointing to the boxes she was struggling with, not even waiting for a reply before you picked up two boxes on top of each other “where to?” you asked and Gemma smirked at you “back room, we got Bobby’s welcome home party tonight, stocking up” she explained as she led the way, you hot on her heels. “Are crow eaters gonna be there?” you asked with a bitter taste in your mouth, nose scrunching up in a grimace as you put the boxes down, Gemma chuckling lightly “yeah, but I doubt you’ll have any trouble, if you do, just do what I taught you” she said and put a hand on her hip as she leaned against a wall, watching you organize the boxes and taking stock of what alcohol you had and didn’t have “go for the face, elbow in the tits” you said and Gemma chuckled again “that’s my girl” she praised, walking out of the storage room with you. You smiled at Chibs and walked over again, leaning down and kissing him, one of his hands gently cupping your cheek as you parted “I’m going to go get some booze for the party, we’ve run out of whiskey” you said and Chibs smirked “what have I done to deserve ya lass?” he asked lovingly and you chuckled “want alphabetically or chronologically ordered lists?” you asked jokingly and Chibs leaned up and kissed you again, completely forgetting that the guys were watching, though Tigs was watching with more interest than he should have, but luckily he looked away just when Chibs parted from you, so he wouldn’t see him staring. Chibs lightly smacked your ass “alright, on yer way” he said and you scoffed “careful, I might buy irish” you said and Chibs looked annoyed “no irish!” he shouted after you as you went to your car, a big grin on your lips. “Hate the way it fuckin’ tastes” Chibs muttered, eyes still on you as you got in your car and drove away, Jax smirking at him as well as Clay, making Chibs frown confused “wha’?” he asked and Jax exchanged a look with Clay and laughed “you better marry her soon, or I will” he joked and Chibs scoffed “ye got Tara” he pointed out and Jax laughed, Juice and Chibs joined in but Tigs just looked slightly sour.

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You sighed as you carried the box of Scotch Whiskey to your car, putting it on the floor of the car in the back seat and making sure the box wouldn’t fall or slide too much from side to side while you drove. “Help! Someone please help!” a woman screamed, catching your attention, you frowned at her and quickly hurried over after locking your car “what’s the problem?” you asked, she looked frantic, horrified even. “T-There’s this g-guy and h-he’s bleeding and my phone is dead and I don’t think he’s breathing!” she said as she moved into an alley, you right behind her as you handed her your phone, running the way she was pointing “call an ambulance!” you called and ran into the alley she had pointed towards, only to be found with nothing. Some big trash cans but otherwise nothing, no one was here. “Fuck” you mumbled, turning around only to come face to face with a white man, a peace tattoo almost right on his throat and suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your gut. You didn’t even hear the shot until after, or maybe you just didn’t register it until you looked down at your bleeding stomach. Your eyes widened and you stumbled ever so slightly back, looking at the guy as he just walked away, leaving you to die. You felt your eyes water, your chest felt as though you could barely breathe, you didn’t even whimper, it was like you had been kicked in the chest, all air knocked out of you as you supported yourself against a wall, leaning against it as you walked out of the alley. You let out a small cry as you fell once the wall ended, the hard ground scraping your skin as you let out a small whimper when you tried to crawl further onto the walkway. You didn’t have the energy to call out, to cry for help, all you could do was clutch your gut and cry silently.

You closed your eyes tightly as you tried to deal with the pain, not seeing a person running towards you, you only noticed them when they tilted you onto your back and pressed down on your stomach, causing you to cry out at the pain it caused. You opened your eyes to find Hale, looking down at you as he was saying something but you were too caught up in the pain, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lifted you up so your head was on his shoulder, his hand still pressing down on your stomach. “It’s alright, you’re alright” he whispered, holding you close to him as you cried “help is on the way, I promise, just stay with me” he whispered, feeling how cold your skin was, his frown deepening as he looked around him frantically, sirens blaring in the distance “t-tattoo…” you whimpered, Hale frowning down at you “what?” he asked and you cried as you felt another wave of burning pain rush through you “he had a t-tattoo” you whimpered and lifted a bloody hand where you had seen the tattoo “a p-peace-” you were cut off as you felt Hale shift as the paramedics arrived, Hale being forced to move out of the way as they took over, but he stayed by your side. “Peace? A tattoo with ‘Peace’ on it?” he asked desperately and you whimpered as you shook your head when they lifted you up on the stretcher “n-no, s-symbol” you managed, Hale nodding as they put you in the ambulance, getting up in it without another word, holding your bloody hand as the ambulance drove off.

“You’re okay, you’re okay” he whispered and you couldn’t help but chuckle through the tears and pain, the pain fading into a cold sensation, a numb feeling that you barely registered “y-you’re a t-terrib-ble liar” you said through tears, Hale scoffing as he forced a smile for your sake “only when it’s with you” he said and you smiled weakly “I-I k-k-know” you stuttered, wincing in pain as the ambulance made it over a bump, shaking you body. Everything felt like glass, as though you were so close to breaking apart into a million pieces. You opened your eyes again and looked at Hale “C-Chibs… h-he d-d-doesn’t know, they’re g-getting re-ready for Bobby’s-.... Bobby’s party” you stuttered out and Hale sighed “I’ll call him, get him from the club myself, but only once you’re okay” he said and you nodded, eyes closing without your permission “I l-love him, H-Hale… I wish…. wish we could’ve been married… I’ve always wanted to wear one of those big dresses… all white… all pretty for him” you slurred with a blissful smile at the image you saw before you, you in a white dress, walking towards Chibs with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, an adoring look in his eyes, nerves fluttering in your stomach with excitement, the image was enough to dull out the pain, your head tilting slightly to one side, the monitor you were hooked up to gave a flat line as Hale watched in horror, holding your cold hand as you were no longer gripping it, the paramedic beginning CPR while Hale just sat there, eyes wide with horror, tears slowly forming in his eyes as he watched your pale, lifeless body as it moved whenever the paramedic pushed harshly on your chest. Hale flinched as the heart monitor began to beep again, but you didn’t wake up, it was as though you were already dead.

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Hale got out of his car and slowly approached the group that was outside. Jax, Clay, Tigs, Juice, Chibs and Gemma, all talking until they saw a blood covered Hale walk over, eyes on the ground as if he didn’t dare look at them “jesus, Hale, the fuck happened to you?” Jax asked but his joking demeanor faded as Hale just looked directly at Chibs “(Y/N)... she was shot, I was in the ambulance with her a-and she flatlined and-” he could barely finish his sentence, Chibs pushing past him, getting on his bike and driving off at full speed, most definitely over the speed-limit, leaving them all there as Hale just stood there, Gemma approaching him, taking in his shocked state “is she alive? Is my baby girl alive?” she asked quickly with worry and he nodded “the paramedics brought her back… she’s in surgery, but I promised her I’d get Chibs as soon as I could...” he said and Gemma nodded, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the group, all of them horrified at the prospect of losing you.

The rest of the club met Chibs at the hospital, his leg bouncing as he sat in a chair, staring at the ground, occasionally getting up whenever a doctor walked by, only to sit back down, just as disappointed as the last time a doctor walked by. Jax approached and sat down next to him, sighing heavily “Hale told me what happened… she’s gonna make it, she’s strong. She pulled herself out of an alley with a gut wound and then managed to tell who did it, no way in hell she’s dying on us” he said and Chibs looked at him with tears in his eyes, Jax pulling him into a tight hug. Clay sat on the other side of Chibs and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it in a comforting manner.

The entire group spent the next ten hours waiting, stiff as a board whenever a doctor walked by, only to go back to the agonizing waiting time. Finally, a doctor walked up to them, blood covering their scrubs and Chibs instantly stood up, approaching him with a frown on his face “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked and Chibs nodded, the doctor sighing “stopping the bleeding and making sure she didn’t bleed out was by far the toughest thing about this surgery, she was in pretty bad shape but she pulled through, we’ve induced her in a medical coma so she can heal properly, it was a difficult wound to operate on. She will be in the coma for a few days, maybe a week, if everything goes according to the plan, you can be there when we take her out of the medically induced coma, though only the closest family” he informed and without thinking Chibs just spoke “Can I see ‘er now?” he asked desperately and the doctor sighed “yes, but she’s still out. I’ll lead you to her room” he said and turned, hearing multiple footsteps, turning once again to see the entire group following him, stopping abruptly as he stopped, waiting impatiently for him to continue walking once more to lead them to your room. The doctor hesitated but seeing the patches they were carrying, the name, he let them follow him to your room even though it broke procedure. He let them inside and took in the group, these dangerous bikers, all watching your unconscious form with immense worry, it made a small smile form on his lips. “You’ll have to be gone by visiting hours” he informed and left the room. Chibs instantly held your hand, noticing some dried blood on your throat, a circle with three sloppy lines inside of it. Chibs got up and leaned closer, still holding your hand with one while pointing at the symbol with the other “the fuck is this?” he asked quietly, Jax walking over and leaning closer, narrowing his eyes before looking up at Chibs with a small smirk. “Hale said she identified her attacker via a tattoo… she must have drawn this while she was still conscious, this has to be where the tattoo she saw was… told you she was strong” Jax informed, Gemma walking closer to see the bloodied spot, her entire body nearly shaking with anger at the sight of you unconscious, wounded and barely hanging on by a thread. “Baby? Ge-” Gemma left the room before Clay could finish, hurrying down the hallway as quickly as her heels allowed her, heading for the pediatric section when she finally found her. “Gemma? What’s happened? Are you-”

“Someone shot (Y/N)... someone shot my girl, Tara, and I don’t trust these pussy doctors not to fuck things up, you know how she feels about hospitals, all they’ll do if she panics is dope her up on whatever the hell they’ve got and you and I both know what that’ll do to her, these doctors don’t know who they’re dealing with, it’ll be shit for her” Gemma hissed in anger, Tara frowning at her before realizing the gravity of the situation. “Oh my god… oh my god! Is she alright?”

“She pulled through surgery… she saw his tattoo and drew it on herself with her own fucking blood to identify him, Tara” Gemma whispered in a harsh tone, Tara thinking things over before nodding to herself, walking into the empty chapel with Gemma and sitting down. “Oh my god… Did Hale get a description?”

“Yeah… you gotta look after her, these damn doctors don’t know shit, she hates hospitals, Tara… she’ll freak out when she wakes up and they’ll try to drug her and it’ll only freak her out even more” Gemma muttered in anger, Tara nodding softly “it’s okay, I’ll check in on her as much as possible, I promise…” Tara whispered, Gemma nodding after a second or two of silence before turning around to walk back into the hospital room where you were laying.

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The steady sounds of the heart monitor beeping was like a headache that wouldn’t go away, it’d disappear for a second only to come back. “Turn it off” you slurred, wincing a little as you tried to move, your eyes opening to look up at Chibs who smiled down at you with tired eyes. “Hey there, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead, lingering there before pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed as his breath wavered when he took in a breath of air. “Where am I?” you slurred, looking around with a frown as Chibs sat back down at your side, holding one of your hands “yer in the hospital, love, ya got shot…” Chibs murmured, a frown on your brow as you began to remember things before passing out. “Blonde, good ass…” you slurred, Chibs frowning at you with confusion. “The woman… blonde bob-cut hair, practically the perfect image of a daddy’s girl, good ass from what I saw… she was-... screaming for help, saying some guy was bleeding in an alley and that her phone was-... fucking shit I gave her my phone” you cursed in a slurred voice as you remembered, Chibs unable to not smile, gently shaking his head at you “that’s the first thing yer worried about? Yer damn phone?” he asked with amusement, a tired smirk on your lips as you looked at him “hey, I got some very private texts and pictures on that phone from my old man, I don’t want some blonde skank to go through my phone” you murmured, Chibs chuckling lightly. “How long has it been? Has Bobby gotten out yet?”

“Aye, ‘bout three weeks ago, love, but don’t you worry ‘bout that now, eh? Want you to heal properly-”

“Fuck that, I can’t stand that goddamn heart monitor, get me out of here-”

“Love-”

“I’m serious, get me out of here, I’ll sleep at the clubhouse, I have Tara’s number, I’m good-”

“I ain’t, ‘m not lettin’ yer outta this hospital before yer ready to do somersaults, love…”

“You’re going to wait a very long time because I couldn’t even do that before I got shot, I can’t do it with my fat ass” you joked lightly, Chibs smirking as he leaned over you, lips hovering over yours “aye, and what an arse it is” he purred, smirking when he heard the heart monitor indicate your heart rate going up. “Careful, I thought you wanted me to heal?”

“Aye, I do, but you’d have trouble bein’ careful too if you could see that arse of yours” Chibs whispered softly and dear god you were suddenly very aware at the lack of underwear these damn hospitals forced people to endure, a thin hospital gown really being the only clothing you had on. “Jesus Christ, Chibs… get me out of here” you whispered softly, pleading with him, Chibs gently shaking his head “not till yer ready-”

“Fillip, please, I’m good, I-”

“Ya have a hole through yer gut, love… yer alright in ‘ere, Happy’s alright with stayin’ guard while I’m not ‘ere” Chibs informed, a small sigh leaving you as you let yourself fall back down on your pillow “great, now I’m being guarded-”

“You were targeted, love… we got some idea who it was but we’ve never dealt with this type of shite before, ‘sides, Gemma’s been all weird as well, screamed at Clay ‘n kicked his bike-”

“Holy shit, I thought you said I’ve only been out for three weeks?”

“Ya have, love… shite’s fallin’ apart without yer, ‘bout a week after yer got shot, Gem’s got into an accident” Chibs’ voice was soft as he held your hand in his, a sigh leaving you as you closed your eyes and shook your head softly. Your free hand moved under the covers, feeling under your gown around your wound before nodding to yourself. “I wanna go home, Chibby… I don’t want to be here, it’s too-…”

“I know, love, I know. But ya ain’t healed yet-”

“Rick Grimes was good after a week or so” you shot back, Chibs shaking his head and smirking at you “yer ain’t Rick Grimes, love” he pointed out and you groaned “ain’t that the truth” you mumbled to yourself before forcing yourself to sit up, your heart monitor beeping like a fire alarm until you pulled the thing off your finger and those weird sticky things off your chest and ribs, Chibs moving around the bed to try and get you to lay down. “Love, yer ain’t-”

“Safe here, that’s what I’m not. I’m not safe here… the garage is basically a fortress, Chibs, I’m safer there. It’s been three weeks, it’s okay” you mumbled softly, cupping his scarred cheeks in your hands before standing up, wincing ever so slightly, Chibs reluctantly helping you up and holding you as you found your footing. Suddenly the door opened and Tigs popped in, mouth open like he was about to say something, until he saw your ass hanging out of the backless hospital gown. “I uh-... I’m-... like-... totally hard right now-”

“Get the fuck out yer creep” Chibs shouted, Tigs nodding, almost out of the door when he opened it back up with a small wince, knowing he was treading on thin ice. “Just wanted to say-... Jax needs you” he stated before hurrying out of the room before the Scottsman could slaughter him like a damn pig. You couldn’t help but shake your head and chuckle at Tig, he’d always been weird, you knew that, but he’d also always had a small thing for you since you returned to Charming from abroad the first time, either he was very, very attracted to you or he had a small crush on you, though you weren’t even sure if those things were separate when it came to Tig.

“Help me get dressed?” you asked softly, Chibs looking back down at you with soft eyes “aye, but I still ain’t sure ‘bout you leavin’” he voiced before hesitantly letting go of you on the bed to get a bag Gemma had packed for you for when you got released. “I know but-... I’m not a fan of hospitals, you know that. They freak me out and I can’t get better if I’m freaked out, right? That’s what doctors say? Lots of rest and all that? I can’t relax here…” you murmured, Chibs nodding with a soft sigh as he knew you were putting it lightly “I know love…” he looked up at you, kissing your bare leg as he helped you put your clothes on and get out of the hospital gown. “Hey, Tiggy!!” you called as you pulled your shirt down your body, being mostly clothed by now, the curly haired man entering with wide eyes, probably hoping to get another look at your ass. “Check me out, will ya? And I might let you see my ankles” you joked but Tig groaned like he was unbelievably turned on by your words, making you chuckle “absolutely, doll, whatever you want” he groaned, Chibs scoffing and glaring at him, making him nod and leave the room once more.

“Yer ankles?” Chibs asked amused, a smile forming on your face as you shrugged “you know, back in the day, seeing a lady’s ankles were the equivalent to porn or public sex” you stated casually, Chibs raising a teasing eyebrow at you as he was kneeling in front of you on one knee, his hands on your thighs, thumbs softly rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your pants. “Yer sayin’ ya’d star in porn fer ‘im?” Chibs asked teasingly, a smirk forming on your lips as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his teasingly “for Tiggy? No, only for you, love” you whispered, giving him a quick kiss, hearing him groan quietly “yer’ll be the death of me, love” he murmured and you chuckled lightly before accepting his help to stand up, Tara nearly bursting through the door with Tiggy following. “Sorry, I tried to stop her-”

“You can’t check out yet, (Y/N), you’re not stable enou-”

“I’m stable enough to stand and walk, hell, even go down on my old man, I’m good” you spouted out, wincing and holding the side of your gut as you walked past her, Tig groaning quietly before following after you and Chibs, Tara hurrying after you. “You can’t sign out, you’re still healing-”

“Give me an AMA form and I’ll sign out against medical advice, I don’t-” you sighed and looked around, almost as though you were embarrassed, leaning closer to Tara with a frown “I don’t-... I don’t like hospitals, okay? And I don’t like doctors a-and nurses a-and all this medical shit” you whispered quietly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head at you “I can’t in good confidence sign you out, (Y/N)... I-”

“Good luck tryin’ to get through to ‘er, doc, she won’t stay, my Old Lady’s not stayin’ ‘ere if she don’t want to, ‘n she don’t… don’t think a damn army could stop ‘er” Chibs admitted quietly, Tara sighing before getting the necessary papers that you had to sign, stating you were leaving against medical advice. Once that was signed, you let out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the hospital, eyes closed for a brief moment “let’s go home, love” Chibs stated softly, wrapping an arm carefully around you as he walked towards the T.M truck, Tig getting on his own bike.

[yelenasdiary]

hi!!

with this new yelena content, i have a "sort of" request??

i mean, i have like a phrase that buzzes in my head, a phrase that if it were said to Yelena the entire fandom would break down in pain.

so, the quote is this: "i want to be able to worry about you"

it is possible, even in the future, to have a fanfiction or even a short one shot with yelena x r, and r says this to Yelena?

the context of why that phrase is said I would leave up to you to decide :)

(or maybe all this only makes sense in my head, idk lol)

Drunken Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader.

Summary: When Kate's birthday party comes to an end, you and Yelena find yourselves alone.

Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Mentions of death, Reader has dark thoughts. This is not proof read or corrected | 0.8K

AC: I loved this idea, I hope you enjoy it! x

Red and blue plastic cups littered the rooftop of Kate's studio apartment, the young Avenger had just celebrated her 24th birthday and threw a little party with her closest friends. Kate has been one of your closest friends since you recruited her to the team, and although you were a few years older than her, you've seen her more as a little sister than anything else. 

She introduced you to Yelena shortly after she had joined the new Avengers team, you already had some kind of background on Yelena from Clint but the two of you seemed to grow close quickly. 

"What's going on inside of the big, smart brain of yours?" Yelena's accent brought your thoughts back to reality as she took a seat down next to you, the two of you now looking over the city of New York. You took a sip of your drink and smiled softly, "nothing new" you replied. 

Your comment made Yelena frown, "come on, you talk to me" she said, placing her red cup beside her. "You've been a little distant recently and I know you don't like to worry Kate but she's worried too" the blonde added. You couldn't help but sigh to yourself. "You don't have to worry about me, nor does Kate" you replied before taking another sip of your drink.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Yelena spoke again, "you know, you remind a lot of Natasha sometimes" she said, looking over at you. 

"Natasha was a very smart and respected woman" you replied, looking back at her. 

"Yes, but she too was closed off. Although I only got to spend a little time with her, she was happy. You gave her a family when she needed one and now your family has retired but you haven't?" Yelena questioned, "why not?" she added. 

You shrugged, "I guess, outside of being an Avenger, I have nothing. An empty home, nothing to keep my mind from replaying everything that ever happened in my life plus, Kate keeps me busy" 

"You're hiding" Yelena said, taking a sip of her drink once more.

"Hiding?" You questioned with a frown. Yelena nodded, "you're using this new Avengers team as an excuse to let yourself be happy" 

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "trust me, I am not someone that somebody wants to come home to every night" 

"I do" Yelena said softly. 

You looked over at Yelena to find her already looking you in the eyes. The look in her eyes told you everything, a simple look and you knew what she was about to say. "Yelena" you started.

"I know, I know what you're going to say and you can try to tell me just how much you don't think you're worth it but I want to be able to worry about you, I want to be able to come home to you, I want to see the world with you, to take you out for dates and do all those little things that love so much. 

I don't want to waste what is the rest of my life letting my past control what I do and how I feel, I've had feelings for you since that day you came to Nat's tombstone on her birthday. You left her favorite flowers you didn't leave the site until you knew I was okay. We had only met twice, and you had it in your heart to be there so a stranger. I think about that day a lot" she explained. 

Your mind went back to that day, Yelena sat with Nat for hours. You didn't mind waiting and making sure she would be okay, after all, you promised Nat that you would be there for her whenever she needed, and something told you that day that Yelena needed somebody to watch over her. 

"You would've done the same" you replied. 

Yelena shook her head, "if I didn't know you, no I wouldn't" she replied honestly. 

"Yelena, you're probably just drunk, you don't mean any of this" you added, rising from your seat, "it's late, I should probably make sure Kate isn't chocking on her own vomit" you added. 

Before you knew it, Yelena had a grip on your wrist, not a hard grip but even to make you stop trying to walk away from her. She pulled you closer to her, never breaking her eye contact with you, "I can handle my vodka, but I can't bare another moment without you" she spoke softly before kissing you deeply. You dropped the plastic cup in your hand, letting it hit the ground and splashing your drink as you found yourself wrapping your arms around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away for air as a tear rolled down your cheek, Yelena smiling softly as she wiped it away with her thumb, "don't worry about Kate, she's been drinking punch for the last two hours" she said, making you chuckle. 

"You're not going to reject this in the morning, right?" You asked as worry filled your eyes. 

"Not in a million years" Yelena replied.

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birthday boy

ぺ  word count ⋰ 1.2k

✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ swearing, sex + fingering

៚  a/n ⋰ yes i came back from the trenches to post a fic about steve for joe's birthday. and what about it

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April 24th. The 115th day of the year had many celebrations including National Pigs in a Blanket Day, but the most important one to you was the birthday of your boyfriend, Steve. The two of you hadn't been together long, just about a year. But you knew him pretty well at this point.

You knew what he liked and what he disliked, and you knew how he liked to celebrate important events, like birthdays.

So you invited all of his friends, including Robin, Dustin, and the rest of The Party. You baked him a regular chocolate cake at his request. You rented Back to the Future, as he didn't really get to see it properly the first time. All in all, he had one of the most fun birthdays he'd had in a long time.

But his real gift didn't start until after the guests left.

You stared in the bathroom mirror at yourself, all dolled up in a new lingerie set that you bought specifically for tonight. It was a deep purple, black lace lining the edges of both the bra and underwear. The bra was just a normal bra, but the underwear tied on both sides like bikini bottoms for easy removal.

You hadn't had the opportunity for intimacy for a few weeks, as you'd been incredibly busy with work trying to save up extra money. But tonight it was just the two of you in his empty house.

When you walked to his room, he was sitting in his bed propped up against the headboard, rereading the card you got him with a small smile on his face. You leaned against the doorframe, trying to be as sexy as possible.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, looking up as he began his next sentence. "It was really-"

When he finally did look at you, his eyes grew so large you swore they were going to pop out of his head like a cartoon. You'd never worn lingerie before, as it wasn't really your thing.

But seeing the look on his face made you realize that this will probably become a recurring thing.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought, since it's your birthday, I'd... do a little something extra."

You stepped into the room and closed the door, locking it behind you just in case. You slowly strutted over to the bed, his hand instinctively raising to meet your hip.

"You like?" you asked in an innocent voice.

"Hate it. Take it off," he joked. You couldn't hold in your chuckle as you swung your leg over his lap and positioned yourself on top of him.

Now both of his hands were on your waist, wrapping around you firmly.

"It's your birthday, you have to open the gift."

He looked at you with his brows raised. You weren't usually the perpetrator of dirty talk, so this came as a bit of a surprise to him. But he didn't hesitate to reach up and unhook your bra, freeing you from the constricting material.

His lips were on your chest and your bodies were connected before the garment even hit the floor, a satisfied sigh escaping your mouth as your hands found his shoulders.

As he reached down to your left hip to untie one of the sides of your underwear, you stopped him.

"Now you know you don't get to take those off until you've taken something off yourself."

You could have sworn that his shirt was off in less than a second. You knew he was eager to finally fuck you again, and so were you. Every fiber of your being wanted one thing — him inside of you.

His hands untied both sides of your underwear at once, throwing it to the floor on top of the rest of the discarded clothes.

Part of you wanted to make this as slow and sexy as possible, but a bigger part of you just wanted to get to it as fast as you could.

He wrapped one arm all the way around you and flipped you onto your back, his hips settling between your thighs.

"Steve," you breathed. "Take your pants off."

With zero hesitation he did what you commanded. Within less than twenty seconds, both of you were fully naked, aside from a condom.

His right hand reached down and his fingers began circling your clit, a low hum filling the room. It was the first time you'd had any stimulation there in forever, so you knew it wasn't going to take you long to cum.

"I missed you," he said into your neck. "I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

"I know. I missed you, too."

Without another word, you felt him slip into you, and you both gasped. You pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply as he picked up a steady rhythm.

"You feel so good," he said into your mouth, being met with an 'mhm'.

You raised your legs a bit and pressed them into his sides, allowing him to go deeper than a moment ago. And, noticing this, he snaked his arms behind your knees and pushed your legs higher, almost to your shoulders.

This was new for you — being this bent. But it felt amazing. And you couldn't hold back the moans that immediately got significantly louder.

"Fuck, Steve."

"Is that okay?"

You nodded frantically. "So good."

With that verbal approval, he sped up again. His lips once again attached themselves to your neck, sucking on that oh-so-tender spot that he knew you loved.

As he fucked you, the sounds that came out of you only got louder and more guttural, as this position brought a whole host of new sensations. You were convinced that your g-spot was nonfunctional up until this point, but this angle made you realize how wrong you were.

Every single thrust brushed across it in the exact way that you needed to feel something from it, and you could have sworn you grew it overnight.

Your hands gripped his biceps tightly and your eyes widened as he made eye contact with you.

"Steve, I'm not gonna last much longer."

The couple of weeks of no intimacy really did make a difference, more so than either of you expected.

"Good, me either."

It was less than thirty seconds later that you were probably able to be heard from outside as you came, his fingers on your clit not helping you keep your volume down in the slightest.

Neither of you moved for a good ten seconds. Your legs were back down at their normal position. His face was buried where your neck and shoulder meet and you kissed the side of his head, rubbing your hands up and down his sides.

"Happy birthday," you whispered. He lifted his head and looked at you with a dorky tired smile and kissed you.

"Best birthday ever. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So... I think you should take me with you next time you go lingerie shopping."

"Well, now, that would ruin the surprise of it, wouldn't it?"

[smokingsoothesthesoul]

# RAFE CAMERON & POGUES — CHRISTMAS

ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ ────୨ৎ──── you spend christmas with your boyfriend, rafe cameron, your family, and your best friends, the pogues (jj, john b, sarah, pope, kie).

ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ — pairing: kook!reader or pogue!reader x rafe cameron

author’s note: soo... this is late asf but i hope y'all will love it because ik i did. enjoy!

word count : 1.9k

the kooks were known for their obnoxious celebration of christmas on the 25th, it was no debate to them. you were either there or you were cast off.

georgia, your mother always made sure, both you and your brother attended, occasionally your sister when she was in the obx.

it wasn’t a hassle to any of you, since you knew that it was tradition for your family to celebrate christmas, on the night of the 24th. this year you’d invited your boyfriend; rafe, his sister and the pogues, your closest friends. it had been a rocky road, but they could at least be cordial with each other, even friends at times.

you’d decided that secret santa would be done, just to make it somewhat more lively. your mom had spent the whole day cooking away in the kitchen, you tried to help but her only answer was for you to leave the kitchen. it wasn’t that you were bad at cooking, your mom just preferred it this way.

you took it upon yourself to decorate the room where the festivities would take place, and make it look christmasy, your brother helped as-well, deciding to make snowflakes. everything was ready.

so when the guests started to arrive, you didn’t bat an eye. you had all decided on wearing pajamas. and you had chosen some snoopy onesies, your favorite.

the first ones to arrive were, sarah wearing a wine the pooh onesie, and rafe wearing some loose red and black checkered pajama pants with a long sleeved red shirt.

jj came in wearing; sullivan from monster inc onesies, john b; a honey onesie, pope; a mike wazowski onesie, kiara; a elf onesie.

safe to say everyone was on some theme. you had bought rafe a onesie to match with you, but you knew it’d take you begging for him to actually put it on.

so you made your way upstairs and hoped he followed, and he did.

“rafe, i bought you something,” you said, handing him the bag.

rafe looked confused, presents weren’t being opened yet, but he still opened the bag and when he saw what was inside, he let out a sigh.

“i’m not putting this on,” he stated simply.

you let out a sheepish smile, before pouting and asking, “please?”

he shook his head, “no.”

you softly asked again, “please rafe?”

the same answer. you held in a sigh of annoyance before giving your best pout and pleading once more, “pretty please? for me?”

he looked reluctant to deny you again, so you took that as a win and clapped cheerily before he could once again refuse.

if you pretended he already agreed maybe he wouldn’t refuse again, so you did. you opened the package, leaving him dumbstruck but at this point he should’ve been used to it. if he even hesitated for a second when you wanted something, you knew you’d got it.

“here, change, and then come downstairs,” you said all giddy, clapping your hands in excitement, leaving the room.

you were all just waiting for rafe to come down now, sarah and john b were on a rocking couch, sarah sprawled over john bs lap. your mom and brother were on another couch, sitting side by side. and jj, pope, and kiara were on the last couch. which meant you and rafe got the lovesac which was a huge comfortable bean bag bed.

as he came downstairs, jj was in a playful mood so he wolf whistled at rafe to annoy him. which rafe returned with a middle finger and an eye roll.

you couldn’t help but laugh at their exchange and patted the spot next to you so rafe could sit next to you.

after he sat down you asked, “so who wants to go first?”

your little brother jumped out of his seat, and raised his hand excitedly, “me me me,” he pleaded.

you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “yes, you can go first.”

he went to grab the present from under the tree before making his way to the blondie, sarah cameron.

“here you go, i hope you like it,” he said with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

as sarah opened her gift she turned to look at him, surprised to see what he’d gotten her.

“how did you know?,” she asked genuinely, before pulling him into a hug. she had actually really wanted this, she’d been eyeing it but didn’t know if she should get it.

“i remember you were talking about it once with my sister, while you guys took me to get ice cream,” he replied softly.

he had gifted her a gold bracelet with charms on it, and a hand drawn card along with it.

“i love it, thank you,” she said, wanting to tear up. something about little kids and their adorableness always hit her right in the heart.

he smiled happily at the fact she actually liked his present. it was hard for him to actually get her something because he kept overthinking everything.

“and i got pope,” sarah said, handing him a bag. she’d gotten him two gifts not knowing if she would be able to secure the one she wanted.

as he took out the first one, he smiled, it was a candle, mahogany scented. he had a weird candle obsession. they always liked to make jokes about it, but it was the one thing that brought him comfort, in an odd way.

“thank you,” he said before pulling out a piece of paper.

“so i want to clarify that i technically might’ve committed identity fraud but nobody has to know,” sarah explained, even though it didn’t make much sense to the others.

pope wanted to cry on the spot, but somehow he held it in, barely though. in his hand was a certificate of 10,000 dollars from a scholarship.

“i- i don’t know,” he uttered, lost for words before sarah cut in, “no need to say anything.”

he grasped into his chest and let out a huff, trying to control his emotions, gratitude overcoming him.

“my present doesn’t seem that good,” he said playfully while his voice cracked, still filled with emotions.

he handed his gift to kiara, “hope you like it,” he said.

kiara unwrapped the gift, and smiled warmly, in it was a bracelet set, not a bead one no. a specific metal with charms kit. she’d be able to make anklets now. her favorite, better yet they were turtles, waves, seashells, etc charms in it.

“thank you pope,” she said leaning in to side hug him.

she then proceeded to hand her present over to john b, “i think this might help out,” she said.

as he unwrapped the box he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle it was all his clothes that’d been borrowed from the pogues, kiara had gone to everyone’s house and stolen them back.

but that wasn’t the only thing, on the bottom was a license plate, ‘P0GU3S’ it read.

“thank you kie,” he said, smiling at her as he planned when he’d be changing out the plate with the one he had now.

“i got georgia,” he said handing her a small envelope he origami’d out of red card stock paper.

unfolding it, she took out a paper that read, ‘spa day certificate.’

“ohh yess, thank you kiddo,” she exclaimed, in excitement, she'd been meaning to make her way into charleston for a massage soon, and this would be the perfect reason.

as she stood up, she grabbed her gift and handed it to jj. to which he received with a smile, he hoped it was something he wanted or needed.

she’d somehow got him the perfect thing, she’d gotten him an orbeez gun, a nerf gun and given him a monopoly get out of jail card to which he scrunched his nose in confusion.

“the guns, because apparently you’re a bullshiter who for some reason won’t let them go, and the monopoly card, is literal. you want out of jail, make a call,” she explained, knowing he always got himself into trouble and at least with that she hoped he’d call even if he didn’t want to.

jj smiled and got up from his seat and hugged her, she had always been somewhat of a mother figure to him and he really appreciated her.

“thank you,” he said, genuinely.

“i got mr. moody,” jj said, as he handed rafe his present.

rafe was curious as to what was in it, there wasn’t much he could actually want, but at the same time he knew that maybe it’d be meaningful, so far everyone’s was.

as he unwrapped it he found a classic maroon steel car model from the 80’s, he was surprised. jj collected these like his life depended on it. When he visited him, he always looked at this specific one, for some reason he had really taken a liking to it but he was never able to find it. and he always had too much pride to ask jj.

“thanks jj,” he muttered still in awe at his gift, he couldn’t believe jj would give him this.

“you better take care of it,” jj said, slightly threatening, but rafe understood why, so he nodded in understanding before grabbing his gift and handing it to his girlfriend.

you had just received a small box, you wondered what was in it. you knew rafe would give you something meaningful. it wasn’t even about money with you or him, both of you had it so there wasn’t any need. as you opened the box you wanted to cry.

“to be seen is to be loved,” you muttered softly, as you took out the locket from the box. it was a heart shaped silver locket.

inside it was a picture of you and rafe, but the kicker he had engraved the back with ‘kookies’ written across. something you often said you and him were. because you were both kooks but also kooky aka crazy at times. you couldn’t hold back and kissed him but before it went too far you pulled away, jj’s fake throat clearing didn’t help either.

“sorry,” you sheepishly said, before smiling at rafe.

standing up you walked towards a big present and looked at your brother, “this one’s yours,” you said before he ran to it and began tearing it apart excitedly.

“oh em gee, thank you!!!” he exclaimed in joy. he had just unwrapped a truck for him. you had charged it overnight so he could use it tomorrow.

“you can now drive,” she said playfully, knowing the car wouldn’t make it too far, but he was excited and that was enough for her.

“we’re not getting him out of that driver's seat for a while,” your mom commented before standing up, “i bought some gingerbread house kits, if you guys want to partake?” she finished off.

everybody nodded in excitement, this christmas would be one for the books. everyone got something meaningful. it really was the thought that counted. and they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

they were a family, a confused, fucked up family. but a family nonetheless.