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Mrs Bridgerton

Mrs Bridgerton Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Your ex-husband craves you in a way you had no idea about until one fateful call...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, explicit language and thoughts, dirty talk, sexting, sex tape, masturbation, pregnancy kink, smidge of breeding kink. Mentions of marriage, divorce, pregnancy, custody, parenting, heartbreak, emotions. Bit angsty maybe? Not sure.

Word Count: 4.3k

Authors Note: This is an anon request fill from January here. (tldr summary: ex-husband Benedict can't stop thinking about you) Nonny, I changed up a couple of details of your ask; the porn he watches is your old sex tapes from when you were married. Also, he doesn't call once he was spent; he accidentally calls very much in the act ;) I hope that is okay. Guys, I have no idea what this is; sorry. Thanks to @colettebronte for checking I haven't completely lost it and @eleanor-bradstreet for the gif used above. <3

“Mrs Bridgerton!.... Mrs Bridgerton!” A teacher calls out across the playing field as she jogs towards you. It takes you a few seconds to realise she is indeed addressing you. It's been a couple of years since you went by that name—almost a ghost from the past at this point.

“Ah, actually, it’s Ms y/l/n now,” you correct as she draws closer. “I’m, well, I’m divorced from Emilia’s dad,” you explain somewhat apologetically.

“Oh, I am so very sorry! I'm new here. I just asked her if her parents were here, and she pointed you out.”

“No, no, it’s okay. It's an entirely fair assumption to make,” you placate, shielding your eyes from the sun to catch Emilia's gaze and give her the thumbs up at the end of the grassy running track.

“Well, I just need one of you to sign this permission form for the trip to the Science Museum next week,” the teacher states, thrusting a clipboard towards you.

“Oh certainly, no problem,” you assure, taking the proffered pen and signing on the dotted line she indicates. You know how excited Emilia is about that upcoming trip, even though she insists on going to the museum with you or her father at least once every few months.

“Wonderful, thank you.”

You just nod as another teacher brings them all to the starting line with a blast from their whistle, and your focus shifts entirely to cheering on your five-year-old daughter in her first school race.

-----

He knows you haven't seen him, and he doubts even Emilia has clocked him, wearing a baseball cap pulled low as he is. He deliberately keeps a low profile when you arrive. He is here to see Emilia on her first sports day. Only that. Or so he keeps telling himself.

But then he sees you, and something in his stomach knots hard. It’s been more than two years, and still, every time, it floors him. A few months after your split, he took to using Eloise as the go-between for your shared custody arrangements and has never stopped. Since then, he has not seen you in person, too cowardly to face you. His biggest mistake was letting you go.

You met in your late twenties at a party hosted by mutual friends, and that night, he knew his life would never be the same. Something about the connection was instant and electric. He had the best sex of his life, right there in a spare room of a party. Both drunk and foolish, you didn't use protection. So it was only a few weeks into your burgeoning relationship when you found yourselves staring dumbfounded at a blue and white stick that would alter your lives forever. You married quietly two months later at the town hall, with just a few family members and close friends attending, neither of you wanting a big fuss. It was a big gamble in many ways, but you were both willing to try, crazily in love and filled with a youthful optimism that can be so blinding.

All was well until parenting a newborn drove you both to exhaustion and beyond. A wedge grew between you, even as your beautiful daughter developed into the best miniature version of both of you, with his beauty and your brains. You tried to make it work. But bickering about petty things and distancing became the only constant in your dynamic. Part of him had hoped Emilia would be enough glue to hold you together, but it was too much to pin on a small child. Just after her third birthday, he watched his world crumble as you tearfully packed up your possessions and took the light from his life with you.

And now. Now it's a regret that haunts him every day. Replaying the mistakes he made over and over, the ones that meant you slipped through his fingers. Too preoccupied with his career frustrations and plagued by chronic lack of sleep to realise the damage before it was irreparable. He knows now, too late, that with a little more effort and compromise, perhaps you would still be together as a family. He certainly never stopped loving and desiring you.

So when the teacher calls out Mrs Bridgerton, his heart almost stops beating and, to his shame, there is a stirring in his jeans. God, he wishes that was still your name, so much so there is a bitter taste in his mouth as he watches you correct the teacher in an endearingly accommodating way. A large part of him wants to leap up and grab you, lift you into his arms, beg that you use the name again. His name. But he doesn't; he just lingers in melancholic reverie, recalling with perfect clarity how it felt to push the white gold band shakily onto your left hand as you recited your vows.

Then with a sharp nearby whistle blow signifying the race start, his focus is pulled back to why he is here. His little wonder, the centre of his universe. Emilia Bridgerton. The most beautiful person on the planet.

“Go, Emilia!!” he shouts, transfixed as his little girl moves out ahead of the pack, unthinking of anything but supporting his baby girl.

-----

Your head cuts to the side, and you freeze. You would recognise that voice anywhere. And how many Emilia’s can there be in the race?

He's not looking at you; his whole focus is on the field, but you can't seem to look away. Not even to watch your precious daughter. You haven't seen your ex-husband in more than two years. Using his sister as a go-between just seems like the best way to deal with your residual guilt about leaving him. But now? One look and your insides feel like you are falling down a chasm, lungs suddenly too small for the breaths you need to take.

Time seems to slow like molasses as you observe him. He’s wearing a baseball cap, almost akin to a disguise, but you can see underneath it that profile that still makes your heart flutter. Too much, really, considering you are exes. But his beauty was never the problem; it was part of the reason you always stayed. Those soulful eyes would draw you back every time. Those eyes that now haunt you daily, the Bridgerton genes far too strong not to override all of yours. Emilia is the prettiest little female version of your ex-husband you could ever imagine, and it's both your greatest joy and your greatest pain point, living with a growing reminder of the person who still owns your heart regardless of how much you might wish otherwise.

Looking back now, leaving him was an impetuous decision made from a place of utter exhaustion, not able to see a way out of the treadmill your lives had become at that time. But pride stopped you from admitting perhaps you made a mistake, serving divorce papers before you could think too hard about it. He didn't contest and agreed to all of your terms of custody without a fight. You didn't ask for spousal support; you earned more from employment anyway, most of his income coming from his trust. You never loved him for the Bridgerton name or fortune; in fact, sometimes, it felt like you loved him in spite of it.

And now, one look at him, and you are breathless and in a complete emotional and, yes, physical quagmire. Your body yearning for him, your traitorous brain supplying image after tumbling image of intimacy, the likes of which you have never known before or since—warm bodies wrapped around each other in ecstasy, that velvet voice pleading with you to come with him, for him, always so eager. It makes your chest heave so hard you have to look away to regain composure, doing so just in time for the universe to seemingly return to normal speed, as you watch Emilia cross the line, victorious in her first-ever race.

You cannot help it; you leap up and cheer too. And she looks over, beaming and jumping up and down. Running towards you and throwing herself into your arms as you kneel with a huge grin.

“Mummy mummy mummy!!” she peals excitedly, her breath gusting hard into your ear. “I did it! I won!”

“I know; well done!” you exclaim, rocking her happily in your arms. “You did wonderfully!!!”

“Did I see Daddy?” she asks, craning over your shoulder. You tense and swivel yourself to follow her eye line, but where he was standing just moments ago, there is now just an empty patch of grass.

“Oh, I don't think so, my love; it was probably someone else’s daddy who looks similar,” you suggest, the lie feeling odd on your tongue, It's obvious he doesn't want to be seen, and a part of you is grateful to avoid an awkward meeting. Emilia is still scanning the crowd, unconvinced by your assertion. “How about an ice cream from the van over there?” you offer cheerily, wanting to distract her from looking too hard for him.

“Okay!” she chimes happily, squirrelling a warm little hand into yours and pulling you towards the pedestrian gate.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a navy blue Jaguar pulling out of the other gate and know without a doubt it was him.

-----

He couldn't do it. He thought he could, but he feels the weight of your stare and has to leave. The minute Emilia crosses the line, he gives a little victory punch and takes off. Not able to face you. So much of him wants to, but the gutless part of him apparently resides in his leg muscles. Before he knows it, he is in his car and pulling out onto the West London streets, not daring to look back. It's not his day to pick up Emilia; that's still two days away. He would not want you angry for overstepping the agreement you have in place.

As he pulls up at a traffic light, his phone pings a match on the dating app Anthony bullied him into downloading last week. The temptation to fling his phone right out the window is strong. The idea of being with someone else, especially after the tumult of seeing you today, just feels wrong.

The only person he has slept with since your divorce was the second biggest mistake of his life. Someone he met at a bar celebrating Colin’s last birthday after too many whiskeys. A close enough facsimile to you that, through the haze of alcohol, he let himself be seduced. The lizard part of his brain somehow convinced it was you, even as she rode him in a way that chafed. Nothing like the way you moved, positively undulated, on his cock. Regret clung to his skin, the fug of hangover already kicking in as he watched her wordlessly re-dress and leave almost immediately, never exchanging numbers. He never saw her again. The fact he called your name as he came was probably the majority of the problem.

The only thing that stops him from flinging the phone is all the history it contains. Pictures of Emilia growing up from a tiny infant to now. But also his text exchanges with you, that increasingly he finds himself scrolling back through on self-indulgent nights, back to when things were good, and you would send each other little notes of love interspersed with sexting that; even now, he can barely read without getting hard. Unable to resist, as he waits for the light to go green, a dozen or more quick thumb flicks upwards on the thread for your previous number, and he finds some of his guilty pleasures.

8 March, 3:25 pm

Y/N: You had better plough me over the kitchen table when you get home xoxox

4 April, 5:02 pm

BB: Tough work day, need you, babe

Y/N: How’s this, daddy?

Y/N: [photo of your naked glowing, slightly rounded pregnant body]

BB: Fucking helllllll, I am one lucky man

Y/N: Come home, fuck me, daddy

BB: You need to stop calling me that…

Y/N: Why? I am literally pregnant with your child.

BB: Yeah, and that’s why it's so wrong…

Y/N: Just get here, pls. I am so fucking wet….

He is pinch-zooming on the photo, head tilted, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth… when a car horn makes him jump, the phone slipping from his grip and falling onto his emergent hard-on.

The traffic light has turned green.

With an apologetic nod in the rearview mirror, he drives off, shaking his head, knowing it’s probably very wrong to be looking at pictures of you, his ex-wife, and wanting to fuck you so bad that his foot leans heavily on the accelerator. His blood pumping hard, already knowing he will be taking himself in hand the minute he gets to his place.

-----

Emilia is happily smushing the cone of her 99 ice cream in her little fist as you walk the few streets to your sister's place, where you left your car earlier. She has kindly agreed to let Emilia stay tonight and have a sleepover with her cousins.

Later, you have your first date since your divorce, and you’ll probably need the rest of the late afternoon to psych yourself up enough to go. You've already cried off so many matchmaking attempts that you had to say yes eventually, just to stop the incessant badgering from all angles. Strangely, this one is Eloise’s doing, and you are still slightly weirded out that your ex-husband’s sister is engineering your first date in more than seven years.

Waving goodbye a few minutes later, you slip into your car and sit for a few deep calming inhales, trying not to think of how much Benedict stole your breath earlier. Some part of you thinks maybe you just imagined him there, a fevered mirage, your subconscious telling you to cancel this stupid date idea and stay home with your two best friends, Ben and Jerry. But then Ameila seemed to think he was there too, and honestly, it feels like you don't know what to do about anything anymore.

-----

He wastes no time, flinging aside the cap, tossing his car keys onto the hallway table and sprinting upstairs to his bedroom, only pausing to insert his noise-cancelling earbuds and discard his clothing.

He is already leaking a little when he throws himself onto the bed and fists his cock with a groan. His other hand is hovering over the play button on the video he definitely knows he shouldn't be watching, hidden in a nondescript folder.

Your soft giggle tickles his eardrums as the video jolts to life. It's one he shot of you on his phone on your honeymoon—it’s one of his favourites lately.

“Bennnnn,” your voice a teasing murmur as the screen fills with a glimpse of your breasts, his hand trying to take a sweeping shot of your body as you writhe underneath him, both of you buried in a soft glow under a tent of sheets wrapped around your bodies.

His own younger self chuckles loud in his ears, behind the camera as he is, both of your breaths loud as the movement becomes more pronounced.

This is him fucking you and filming it. The camera pans down, and there, almost too tough to see in the grainy low light, is his cock surging into you; the shot is never still enough to see in full detail.

Somehow the lack of clarity makes it more of a turn-on. Benedict whines low as his hand moves in a firm motion, jerking hard, losing himself in reminiscence of what it is like to be buried inside you, your scent, younger you panting hard, pleading quietly for him.

His hand speeds up, and he gasps as the video grows more urgent, the noises so loud right in his ear. He can hear the delicious sound of your wet cunt around his shaft, and it's like a sense memory, that viscous heated cling he can never forget.

“Ben, oh god Ben, you are so good, fuck me harder,” younger you moans loudly on the video, and both Benedicts, the old and new, couldn't resist that siren call.

“Y/n, oh god, give me your all, y/n,” Benedict growls, screwing his eyes shut, just relying on the auditory experience of the video now.

But not realising with his slurred speech; it's just given his phone a command…

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You are driving towards your place when your hands-free car display lights up with the last name you expect.

Benedict.

Your stomach plunges. Just like earlier when you found yourself staring at him and reimagining so many things you know you shouldn't. You reach over and click the little green button to connect the call, heart in your mouth.

“Ben?” you say his name softly, almost timid. Worried about what it might mean after that strange non-encounter less than an hour ago.

The noise that greets you makes every hair stand on end. It's a throaty groan. He seems to hiss your name, and all you do is frown as your car speakers vibrate with the sound.

“Ben, are you okay?” you check.

“Oh god, I am more than okay, baby,” he growls, and every inch of your body is rioting. “Just please, please don't stop, fuck you feel so good. So tight and hot. I want to live inside you,” the words panted, desperate.

Your foot slips hard on the pedal, and you almost crash into a damn tree.

-----

Your voice sounds different in his ear, and there is a background hum that wasn't there before, but he is so close to something so intoxicating he doesn't think to open his eyes and check the video.

“Talk to me,” he pleads low, knowing you on the video won't respond but somehow still wanting to talk to you regardless, “tell me how you feel.”

There is silence and then a slight shaky exhale.

“Ben.”

“Yes, yes, yes, say my name,” he pleads, leaking over his own knuckle as his hand becomes a frenzy on his cock.

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You pull over, quaking. There is only one reason he uses that tone. That's his bedroom voice, and fuck if it doesn't make you as weak now as it did back then. You can only assume his phone has accidentally dialled you while he is what? Masturbating? You flush so hotly at the very thought, and yet you can’t school what you say next. Your treacherous libido taking command of your lips.

“Are you touching yourself for me, Ben?” you breathe, and your clothing suddenly feels too tight, too hot.

Your speakers vibrate your seat as he groans loud and lewdly, and it's a beeline straight for your clit, now throbbing insistently against your car seat.

“Yes baby,” he moans and now, in the background, you can hear it, a slight slapping sound, his cock passing through his fist.

Your pussy clenches instinctually, and you feel a heavy pull, a depth charge of lust. Your lips tingle with the thought of kissing him, running your mouth over his body, wrapping around that cock you remember so well.

“I want you to come for me, Ben,” you plead, a hand straying down between your thighs, scarcely believing what is happening, what you are doing so brazen, parked up on the street mid-afternoon on a Wednesday.

“I will; oh god, I'm going to come so hard,” he snarls. “Do you want it inside you?”

Your fingers glance your clit over your yoga pants, and the heat is overwhelming. “Yes, Ben,” you pant, “inside me, give it to me, give me more of your beautiful babies.”

What you are saying is taboo. And so truthful you don't think to censor it. You would bear as many children as he wants to fuck into you. Still, even now.

“But you are already pregnant with my baby darling,” his voice taking on a softer edge, more wistful, “and you look so, so beautiful.”

You freeze.

“Benedict?” you say quietly.

“Yes, my love,” he purrs.

“Who do you think you are speaking to?” your ask is awkward, screwing your eyes shut, your hand moving away from the apex of your thighs. Suddenly mortified, perhaps it's not you that he thinks he is speaking to after all. Oh shit, did he get someone else pregnant? The panicked bile rises until he sighs the following words.

“Y/n, my wife, my life. God, I miss you so much. I know this must be a fever dream; I know we didn't talk like this in the video, but fuck if it doesn't sound so real,” he ends so wistfully.

“What video?” your question is slow, a weird weight on your chest that is your heart pounding out of control.

“Our honeymoon, darling,” he moans, and you can hear he is still masturbating, although slower-paced now. “When you let me video us fucking. I watch it so much these days that I'm surprised it's not worn out. And yet I can't not; every time I fuck my fist, it's to you.”

“You watch us? Every time you…?” your hand clutching your chest now.

“Yes, my love. I miss you so so much. I should never have let you go. You are my angel, the love of my life, the mother of my child and the only person I ever, ever want to fuck.”

The confession knocks your whole world off its axis. And you crave him. The feeling is so utterly all-consuming you struggle to take your next breath. You have to go to him. You have to see him. It's not even a choice not to. Every fibre of your being needs him.

“Ben,” you murmur, “don't come for me yet; I want to fuck you.”

“You do?” the hope in that gasp makes you lightheaded.

“Yes,” you breathe, “I miss your cock so much.”

You scramble to throw the car into gear and pull out into traffic. You are about a minute's drive away or less if he is home. Something in your movements so very urgent.

“Tell me what you are doing,” you whisper, trying your best to pitch the ask just the right level of seductive as you race down the road, turning into his street.

“I’m fucking my fist,” he moans, “but I wish it were you, my love.”

“I'm almost there,” you pant, pulling into his driveway with almost a squeal of tyres. You grab your phone and jump out of your car, crushing the handset to your ear as you run up to his front door and punch in a code, hoping it's still the one he uses. The crest of victory is palpable as the lock beeps and relents, the door popping open.

“Keep stroking yourself gently,” you order as you close the door and start to disrobe as you bound up the stairs.

“Y/n…” his voice is suddenly tremulant “this…. This isn't a dream, is it?”

“No, Ben, it's not,” you breathe, and you are down to your underwear as you skid into his bedroom, panting.

His eyes are wide with shock as you stride across the room, his cock still in hand and utterly naked; he looks just as delicious as the day you married him.

“Hello, Mr Bridgerton,” you purr.

“Y/n,” he stutters, and it's everything—surprise, desire, hope, relief, yearning and ardent.

“Call me Mrs Bridgerton,” you shoot back, and the responding noise he makes is so utterly feral you almost orgasm without so much as touching him.

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Eight months later

“Emilia, not there,” Benedict chuckles good-naturedly.

“Then where daddy?” her pout turns epic as she hands the offending item to him. “You do it!” she huffs.

“Okay, hold still,” he laughs and slides the small tiara into her hair. “See? Just perfect,” he opines, dropping a kiss onto her chestnut tresses.

“I look like a princess!” Emilia exclaims proudly, twisting to look into the mirror.

“Yes, you do,” Benedict concurs. “A pretty princess bridesmaid.”

“The prettiest,” you agree from the doorway, and both heads turn around and greet you with mouths that gape open.

“Oh, Mummy, you look like a real princess!” Emilia gasps, running towards you and giving you a quick hug before skipping out of the room gleefully as her grandmother Violet calls her name from downstairs.

“You look breathtaking,” his tone full of wonderment as he slowly gets to his feet, his eyes never leaving you. “But isn't it bad luck for me to see you like this?” he adds with a flash of concern.

You move towards him, and him towards you, drawn together. “I think we’ve had all the bad luck we are going to have,” you smirk, very much enjoying the sight of him in a sharp, custom-tailored suit. “At least I hope so, seeing as we have this thing to deal with,” you raise an eyebrow, pointing to your five-month bump.

“Thing? Darling, I thought we agreed; his name is Henry,” he sighs in mock indignation, his large hands skating around the swell of your belly, his lips warm on your temple.

“When did I agree to that name?” you frown amiably.

“Last night,” he responds silkily, right into your ear now.

“Oh no, you can’t possibly hold me to that,” you decry. “Anything said when inside me is null and void, Mr Bridgerton; you know I can barely remember my own name at that point.”

His rich chuckle vibrates against your whole body. “Well, let me remind you….”

“I’m listening,” you sigh, eyes closing as you sway into his hot neck kisses.

“It's Mrs Bridgerton,” he rumbles. “Or it will be again in about an hour.”

“I can't wait”, you whisper. “Say it again.”

“Mrs Bridgerton,” A dark, slow tease.

You are almost late for your own (second) wedding just downstairs.

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ineffablebookgirl · 2 years

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I noticed something on a rewatch about the arc of Aziraphale's coat. When it gets hit by that paintball, he says, "I've kept this in tip-top condition for over 180 years."

So, since 1839. 20-odd years before the fight / breakup in St. James's Park, which is the earliest we see it.

But wait, I says to myself, he wasn't wearing that coat in the 1940s Blitz scene in the church. He wears a different outer coat in that scene, one that looks new, made of a material that's stiffer and slightly shiny.

[Of course, one typically wears nicer and more uncomfortable clothes to one's wedding, and Crowley also looks very sharp and more buttoned-up than his typical look in this scene, but that's neither here nor there.]

After that, after Aziraphale realizes Crowley still cares for him despite their fight, and realizes he loves Crowley too, he switches back to the 1800s coat for good. When he appears in the Bentley in the 60s, he's back in the old coat, and he wears it every scene after that. [He does have that other gray cardigan-like jacket, but that's for relaxing in the bookshop only.]

In that argument in the park, he feels such a strong need to push Crowley away, for Crowley's own protection. (Every other resistance to collaboration, from the Globe onward, his argument is that *Crowley* would be in danger if they were found out; only in the park fight does he argue that *he* might be in danger. He's saying to Crowley that they need distance to protect him, Aziraphale, because even in his agitation he knows that Crowley's #1 motivator is protecting Aziraphale). Maybe after that, he tries to move on, switch to a modern new coat. And maybe Crowley coming for him again in the church lets him know it's okay to be himself again, to go as slow as he needs to, because Crowley will always come back for him.

~~~

AND ANOTHER THING

has to do with lapels.

Aziraphale's Blitz coat looks much more similar to the jackets worn by the other angels. Take a look at Michael and Uriel's jackets here. They are stiff and have that sheen to them, and the lapels point up.

Like Aziraphale's Blitz jacket.

Compare that to the lapels on his trusty old coat. This coat is soft, just like Az. And the lapels point down.

Okay, okay, so what about demons? We know they deliberately did the miracle gestures with Aziraphale's snap pulling something down from Heaven and Crowley's pulling something up from Hell. If the angels have upward-pointing lapels, it would make sense for demons to have downward-pointing lapels, if my theory is going to hold.

Yup, that checks out. Hastur and Ligur have floppy sad ugly lapels that droop down toward Hell.

So, the final piece to this puzzle.... how about Crowley's lapels?

Outrageously spiky upwards-pointing lapels. Because of course. I rest my case.

~~~

[Okay, a couple of caveats. (1) I'm not an expert on fashion or clothes, so I welcome corrections and additions. (2) It's possible that Az's soft, favorite jacket is a summer jacket and the stiffer one he wears in the Blitz is a winter jacket. Not clear what season it is in that scene. (3) Stay tuned for a follow-up post about Gabriel and Beelzebub's lapels. (4) Also, I haven't compared any of the other outfits throughout history, and I only looked at Crowley's 2019 jacket. (5) Sorry if the gifs are weird, I don't really know what I'm doing. (6) Also sorry if this has already been discussed; I try to only post stuff that I haven't seen elsewhere, but I know I'm late to this party!]

#good omens #good omens meta #the symbolic resonance of lapels #costume design #heaven and hell #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #long post #meta

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buckets-and-trees · 11 months

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Aspen's Anniversary Sleepover

Exactly one year ago, as it was turning from July 3rd to July 4th in my Mountain time zone, I was finalizing things and getting ready to post the first fanfic I'd published in more than six years. New account, new fandom. Starting a new stage of life, really... And part of that was to reclaim my love of writing. So I did it.

A lot of things have changed in my life over the course of this particular year's worth of days. Major pieces of my life have shifted, and small things as well. A significant part of my life and happiness since then has been this fandom - writing, reading, connecting with others, developing true friendships. My life doesn't revolve around this stuff, but it has grown from the good here.

AND SO I WANT TO THROW MY FIRST SLEEPOVER PARTY WITH YOU, MY TUMBLR FRIENDS - FROM THE CASUAL FOLLOWERS TO THE MUTUAL BESTIES!

The actual sleepover festivities will take place this weekend, but I'm posting to commemorate THE ANNIVERSARY MOMENT.

To see what good mischief I want to get up to with all of you, click the "keep reading..."

This week I'll be posting:

A follow up to The Brooklyn Boys series (the first story I posted on @buckets-and-trees)

A smutty little sequel to something to go along with another week of Hot Bucky Summer

A BRAND NEW STORY debut for a Bucky AU that was born from a request I got when I did my 300 Follower Request Fest (which just seems totally insane given it's only been a couple of months since then, and now I'm flirting with almost 1k of you)

🤔 TRUTH: Take a look at my library and then drop a question in my askbox about one of my stories or a character from that story.

😏 DARE: Take a look at my library and then drop a dare to write a trope or AU you think might challenge me (don’t pick the character - my muse likes a challenge, but thrives on creative freedom to make challenges work).

I’ll give you either a quick “how I would write it”/plot idea OR it may just turn into one of my upcoming stories (still looking for ideas for Bucky Barnes Bingo fills and a series of spooky stories I want to publish once a week this fall).

🍫 SNACKS & TREATS: Drop a pic or gif or thot in my ask box about one of my favorite fictional men for us to drool over and eat up together.

🤫 LATE NIGHT SECRETS: Ask me almost anything (within reason - this is the public internet, so I'm not going to tell you intimate details) OR take inspo from this writing-based ask game.

🤩 STARGAZING: Point at one of these stories I'm working on and ask for either a LINE 💫 or a DETAIL ✨ , and I'll share something from that work:

Devour, pt. 2: Fat

Devour, pt. 3: Acid

Devour, pt. 4: Heat

Thighs of Betrayal

Right About Him, Wrong About Me

Return Line

The Great Bucky Bake Off

PLEASE FILL UP MY ASKBOX AS SOON AS IT SUITS YOUR LEISURE! It's my first big sleepover and I've definitely picked games that I am eager to play and celebrate with all of you. Don't be shy! I wouldn't be posting if I didn't want to hear from you!

If you want to submit on anon, you absolutely can because I've been blessed so far only to have received the nicest things from anons, and I know I was intimidated to send asks to some of the blogs I followed for a while, so I get it.

#aspen's anniversary sleepover #ask game #sleepover event #sleepover game

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blaiddfailcam · 7 months

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A couple of tricks for gififying Bloodborne on console

Understandably, not many people bother making gifs of Bloodborne as it still isn't officially on PC, and the workarounds to do so unofficially require a fair bit of hassle that most won't bother with, particularly if it requires purchasing a PS4/Bloodborne Machine for that sole purpose. To think one of the most visually enthralling games ever made is utterly without even a mod for photo mode... It makes my head shudder.

Thankfully, I'm a weirdo who finds joy in manipulating the camera on console versions anyway, because I was always too lazy to get a PC for the like 3 game series I care to play. So here are a few insights I've uncovered in my first few hours of reabsorbing the colorful (metaphorically speaking) sights that Yharnam has to offer.

Wall-crouch, the Ol' Reliable

Just like in Elden Ring, standing near a wall in Bloodborne and then hunkering down so the Hunter is out of view allows for some wide FOV shots. Unlike Elden Ring, however, FromSoft hadn't devised a foreground object transparency effect, which can be somewhat irritating at times, but on the other hand allows for some fun perspectives.

Also unlike Elden Ring, there's no crouch button. This means one has to resort to the "Sit" and "Prayer" gestures, which are painfully slow when trying to capture enemies or transitory environmental hazards.

Damn you, OTS monocular

The monocular is Bloodborne's equivalent of Dark Souls' binoculars or Elden Ring's telescope, but with some choice differences. For one, it doesn't put you into first-person perspective, but rather into an extremely zoomed over-the-shoulder, meaning the bottom and right of the frame are constantly obfuscated by the Hunter's shoulder and head, and any two-handed weapon will block the view entirely.

However, there are a couple of caveats. The player still has all the same gameplay functionality while in monocular mode, with the exception of running or locking on. This means that wherever they stand, the player can once again use the "Sit" or "Prayer" gestures to drop the Hunter out of view, making those close-up shots of smaller environments and objects once again feasible without having to crop out the Hunter and wind up with a muddy gif. (Again, this is a clunky method that doesn't work terribly well for enemy encounters, but it's not entirely impossible.)

Bless you, OTS monocular

As mentioned, the player retains a good deal of mobility in monocular mode, making it possible to record panning/dolly shots with a careful mind for how to hide the Hunter's shoulder. If the player moves to the right, the Hunter slides almost entirely out of frame; moving uphill also drops the Hunter out of view, which is handy in a surprising number of places already.

Oh, but be sure to wear form-fitting gear. Having a shot fudged by a feathered tricorn can be frustrating. I suggest sticking to the Foreign Hood or Prospector Hood, as they maintain a trim silhouette while also hiding the Hunter's hair. Also be aware that shouldered parts of trick weapons and stick out past the Hunter's shoulder.

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That's all I've got for now, but it's been fairly helpful in getting all sorts of new perspectives on a game I've played dozens of times already since 2016 (I was a year late to the party).

You can probably detect hints of the Hunter's presence in some of these gifs, whether I had to keep just a smidgen of their shoulder in view or if the camera staggers with their footsteps, but I kind of like letting those slide sometimes.

I'll be experimenting with consumables later, particularly Pungent Blood Cocktails. Too bad they only work on so many enemies.

Until then...

#my gifs #bloodborne

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carefulfears · 1 year

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MM Anon again ^.^

Yes, first time watching through! Though I have been seeing the gifs and pair on my dash for years now...sort of bummed I am so late to the party because this ship is everything, I can see why it is the One-Who-Started-Fandom-Shipping😆

I also just watched Never Again and am loving the back-and-forth dialoging on your dash today on it! Three things that stood out to me from the posts:

1) I really wanted her to keep the tat!

2) Did she actually sleep with Ed? Because he was on the couch in the morning so that confused me (also my romantic brain plays into the idea that they are just so married™ but my brain is weird).

3) And they had so much gold they could have continued to mine which I hope they do in the next few seasons! Get.Her.A.Desk. Or, alternative headcanon, she comes in the next day to his pathetic attempt to make amends by putting a piece of masking tape under the name on his office door and writing "Special Agent Dana Scully" on it xD

Sorry, I just have to gush to anyone who will put up with it!

AHH i'm so excited for you!! i love never again, it's such an insightful exploration of scully's character and so many deeper issues that the show rarely goes into. i know it's off of me to say that an episode written by two men feels very indicative of women's struggles but it's glenmorganjameswong so i'm allowed. they just get these characters, and they get scully, even the parts you only see when no one is around. gillian too, who had asked for a darker scully-centric.

it's like my favorite post on it says, it's about failed liberation, about the failure of feminism in a man's world; whether they intended it that way or not, it's intensely resonant to me.

1/ in my mind she still has the tattoo, there was no reason to have it removed since the traces of ergot weren't high enough to be damaging. i know we don't see it again but continuity on this show is fluid, we can think whatever we want lol.

2/ she did sleep with ed, chris carter removed the scene. some believe this was for the best, some believe it's dismissive and harmful to erase her choices and autonomy. i'm of the latter opinion, i think it's important that there was something physical and bodily and sexual about her "liberation," and the ways in which she was punished for it.

3/ GET HER A DESK! i love your headcanon, anon. there is so much underlying and bubbling up and present in never again. personally, that's what makes the ending hit so hard. that it ends in silence, a trailed off half-sentence, sitting in between the light and the dark. they're both being confronted with so much, and they are about to be confronted with more, and they can't betray how they feel out loud.

gush to me anytime, you gotta keep me updated on your journey!! always good to hear from you.

#asks

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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The bus stop lady

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Pairing: Jiwoo(KARD)×fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst (not really)

Summary: when she falls in love with a stranger but doesn't know a thing about her.

Warnings: homophobic parents but not in detail.

Word count: 3.6k+

Note: happy belated birthday to my amazing friend @veneziamadness 🎉🎉💓💓. I hope you have a better year💓 This fiction is for you from me as a gift💓 I can't do much from here but I am still there for you in your lowest and your highest. I'm sorry that this is a bit late. Anyway, I love you so much!!!💓💓💓

Note 2: gif is by @allofmylovelove 💓

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

"Y/n! Come on, get ready soon! You are gonna get late. Last time your boss paid you half of your salary because of your lazy ass!" Y/n heard her roommate, Somin, screaming at her from the kitchen.

She quickly got ready and jogged downstairs and grabbed a piece of toasted bread and her favorite flavored milk from the fridge.

Somin was standing at the counter and looking at her with a frown. "At least eat properly!"

"I can't. If I do, I will be late," her voice muffled as she was chewing her bread. "I'll see you later on!" With that see sprinted out towards the bus stop.

Y/n wasn't the one to be late. She was so punctual with all the schedules. But it changed in the last two years. She would be late for her job every single day. Somin, her best friend, and roommate, always thought that y/n was having trouble waking up but she didn't know that this whole being-late-thing was on purpose.

Y/n reached the bus stop just in time as the bus was about to move. She got in and sat on her usual seat. The same bus would come to the bus stop about twenty minutes before this time. She didn't have a problem with waking up earlier and catching the early bus but then she wouldn't be able to see her—

The bus stop lady.

When y/n moved to this city two years ago for her job, she would catch the early bus and go to her office on time. There was no day that she would be late but it changed after one morning.

"Oh dear, I shouldn't have drunk this much… fuck I'm so late!" Y/n whispered to herself while running towards the bus stop.

She was lucky enough to get on the bus. If she had missed this bus, she would have had to wait for 3:00 pm. Well, that would be too bad.

She was frustratedly looking outside, not liking the fact that she was late for her job. She could already hear BM teasing her. Her thoughts paused when the bus stopped at the next stop.

Her eyes moved along the people waiting or getting up or down from the bus. Of those people, the black and blond-haired lady caught her eyes the most. She had a small but chubby face with big doe eyes that looked so captive. Her full glossy lips were looking so kissable. The lady was biting her lower lip. Her milky and soft skin was shining under the sun's rays that happened to find their way towards her.

Suddenly, the lady looked inside the bus, at y/n. She quickly looked ahead of her rather than looking outside the window. Y/n's cheeks heated up and her heartbeat was dancing. Something about the lady made her feel so warm and fluffy. As if there were some butterflies in her stomach.

…

It has been three days and yet the bus stop lady was roaming around y/n's thoughts. The thing was that she only saw the lady if she went late. This made her curious, the need of wanting to know more about the lady was growing more and more every day.

That's how she ended up getting late for her job every day. Nobody was aware of this. All of her friends and colleagues thought that she was genuinely getting late. Although she was always on time for parties and other events, nobody noticed that much.

The bus stopped at the other stop and y/n's hopeful eyes roamed through the crowd of people. Then she saw her. Her hair was looking different. Other than the black and platinum blond hair, she had blonde hair with some patches of soft colors. She looked like an angel straight from the heavens. The lady looked up and her beautiful eyes made eye contact with y/n and gave a sweet smile with tiny dimples at the corner of her lips. This smile was something y/n fell in love with the moment she saw.

The blood rushed toward y/n's cheeks leaving a soft red blush behind. Y/n gave the lady a shy smile with a tiny wave and looked away.

For the last two years, they have been doing this and nothing. Every working day they would look at each other and blush. This was worth it. If y/n was getting late and her salary was being cut short, it was alright because first of all, she was able to see the lady, and second of all, her job paid her well so it didn't make much difference anyway.

Every time before going, y/n would think of getting off of the bus and talking to the lady. But it never happened. The lady carried too much power over her. Y/n's all confidence and all the pep talk she gave to herself in the shower would drain out the moment her eyes fell on the lady.

Not only that but y/n was scared as well. She was grown in a family where being gay was equal to killing your own family. For a long time, she thought she was straight. But it was weird. Never in her life, had she ever felt a need to be with a guy. After many tries, she stopped finding a man just to realize that she was gay after only a tiny glimpse of the pretty bus stop lady.

The thought of being with a girl was scary. Y/n knew that her parents would never accept them and something bad would probably happen. Her urge to hold the lady in her strong arms and protect her from all the negativity was strong but always shattered when the face of her disappointed family came in front of her vision. Hell, she doesn't even know if the lady is into females or not.

That triggers her anxiety when everyone is asleep at night.

…

A few days later, y/n woke up early and wore a pretty outfit. Her makeup was on point. There was no reason for her to get ready differently that day but her inner feelings were screaming to put effort into that day.

Somin looked at her skeptically. It was a surprise to see y/n looking this fresh in the morning. "So you finally decided to be on time?"

Y/n looked at her friend and nodded without thinking, "mhm."

"You should hurry if you want to catch the early bus," Somin patted her back and poured herself some coffee.

"Oh," she checked the time, "right. I should get going," she grabbed her bag and left.

Y/n wasn't going to catch the early bus. If she did, she wouldn't be able to see the lady. But today, she was rather upset. She had been thinking about the lady all night, tossing and turning. There was no chance with the lady but she still stuck with her routine of getting late just to see the beautiful angel at the bus stop.

She walked way too slowly and missed the bus. Just like she wanted to. She sat there and thought about the last two years of them greeting each other with smiles. The butterflies wake up just like the first time.

Y/n was so curious to get to know the lady. She wanted to know her name and wanted to listen to her voice.

'I wonder how my name would sound when she calls me,' y/n thought.

…

Y/n's head was resting on the window of the bus. She never thought as much as she thought after seeing the lady. When the bus stopped at the next stop, y/n looked where the lady would always sit. But she wasn't there. Her soft lips formed a cute pout while looking outside trying to spot the lady.

She unconsciously gasped when someone patted her shoulder. Annoyingly, she turned around with a deep frown but it changed suddenly into a shocked face. Eyes almost popping out and mouth hanging wide.

There the lady was. Smiling brightly, showing her cute teeth. She looked even more gorgeous from up close. Her pretty eyes were sparkling brightly-

"Hi, mind if I sit here?" The pretty lady's voice was thick and honey-like. Oh, only if y/n's mouth could open more.

"Y-yes," the lady slightly frowned, "I-I mean, no! Please have a seat!" Y/n almost screamed, making the lady laugh sweetly.

Y/n could smell the Chanel perfume that the lady was wearing. It was a heavenly smell.

"It's Jiwoo," the lady said after a moment of silence.

"I-I, y/n," she stuttered.

'Fuck!'

Jiwoo wholeheartedly laughed and placed her hand on y/n's shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. "You look like a lost puppy," she chuckled, "why are you so nervous? I'm just a person."

Y/n chuckled feeling a bit calm, "I never thought I would talk to you…"

"Why not? I have been seeing you for two years. I thought I should take a break from work and meet you." Jiwoo smiled widely. "I always found you interesting," she giggled.

"Ah," y/n nervously chuckled, "I-I—"

"Were you looking for me?" Y/n's face looked shocked. She cleared her throat.

"You were!" Jiwoo quietly clapped like a little child. It made y/n heart warm. She was adoring Jiwoo. "You know what? We should share our numbers and meet up. It looks like you are going to work."

'Dammit work,' "Sure, let's do that," they exchanged their numbers.

"Are you free in the evening?" Y/n thought for a second and nodded her head as yes. "Oh! Great! We should meet up today. I know this wonderful Italian place and they have a special menu today. We should go there," Jiwoo's wide hopeful eyes sparked with the idea.

"Yeah, sure. I would love to go there," Y/n agreed.

The bus stopped at the other stop. Jiwoo got up and looked at y/n. "I'll text you the venue and we will meet at 8… let's consider this as a date," she winked and got off the bus leaving, yet again, shocked y/n.

…

"Ahh, what should I wear!?" Y/n's room was a great mess.

"What are you doing?" Somin came in and frowned at the mess.

"I have to go somewhere for dinner. But I don't know what to wear," she whined.

"Why don't I know about the dinner. I'm going too," Somin clapped her hands before turning around.

"Oh, no! It's only me," y/n scratches her nape.

"Alone?"

Y/n nervously chuckled, "not really."

Somin's eyes widened at the realization. She excitedly got on the bed and sat at the edge facing the closet where y/n was standing. She swung left and right with a grin on her face.

"So…" Somin wiggled her eyes.

"So..?" Y/n looked at her with a pout.

"Who is he?" She teasingly smiled.

"Someone that I know," y/n cleared her throat and turned around to find an outfit.

"Oh come on!" Y/n chuckled. "Just tell me already!"

The thought of not being accepted or being judged scared y/n. It's never easy to come out. Since grade eight, she has been hiding her biggest secret from others. Knowing that her family might kick her out was all a big scary step. But thinking about Jiwoo, she was ready to take the risks.

"Hey, why are you standing like a rock? What happened?" Somin got up and approached her.

It would be a burden to not tell her about this. Y/n gained some strength and said it all, "IamnotstraightIhavebeenwantingtotellbutwelliamgoingonadatewithagirl," in one breath.

Somin stood there dumbfounded, "um, sorry but… come again…?"

Y/n sighed, "I'm not straight." With that, she turned around, avoiding Somin. "I'm going on a date with a girl."

Somin stood there without moving a muscle, too stunned to even wiggle a finger. She wasn't expecting this, especially the quick talk. She didn't have any problem with y/n being gay. But she was just hurt that she didn't tell her about this before.

"Y/n… do you not trust me enough to tell me this?" Somin asked after thinking about it.

"I-it's not like that… You know where I grew up. I feel scared to come out," y/n mumbled.

"Y/n…" Somin held your shoulders, "you don't need to worry about me. As long as you are not hurting anybody or yourself, I'm supporting you," she hugged her. "But let's get you ready."

After a few minutes, y/n was all dressed up. Somin did her makeup and added some nice details to the outfit. It was not too fancy or casual, just perfectly in-between them.

"Ah, you look perfect!" Somin excitedly clapped. "Go and make me proud," she dramatically said.

Y/n chuckled and opened the door, "you won't be disappointed," and left.

…

Y/n's pov

Jiwoo was already waiting for me when I reached the restaurant. I felt bad for being a little late. The guard opened the heavy glass door and a waitress guided me to my seat.

When Jiwoo spotted me, she jumped out of her seat and hugged me tightly, "oh, my God! You look so pretty, y/n!" She exclaimed and helped me sit.

'No! Jiwoo! You look like an angel and I'm nothing in front of you:( also, my name sounds so nice when she says it,' I thought.

"Ah, look at yourself. You look so gorgeous!" I chuckled. The nervousness was pouring into my body.

She lightly laughed and oh, it was so addicting. Everything she did was so ordinary and yet so precious. I didn't want this to end any time soon. I want to devour this moment.

"You are too nice! It's nice to meet you and talk to you. I have been waiting for this day to come," 'Jiwoo was waiting for this day!?' I felt like flying in the air.

"I was waiting too. I never thought that it would come, tbh," I awkwardly chuckled.

"Why not? I knew this would happen. We have been saying hi through the bus window, and one day had to come when we would meet," she looked at me with her big bright eyes. "Did you not want to meet me?" She asked with puppy eyes. I wanted to pick her up and squish her in my hug.

"No! That's not what I mean!... I thought that we might never meet, like, in the end, we have been saying hi for about two years but never talked," I cleared my throat, feeling nervous.

Jiwoo chuckled, "you are so cute. Don't think too much. We are here now, so let's enjoy this," she smiled.

The waitress came and took our order. Everything on the menu was so eye-catching. We ordered a nice portion of food, without feeling weird about the first date thing. Food is food.

"It's nice," Jiwoo said as she looked at me.

"It is! It's a beautiful place," I nodded and looked around.

"No that's not what I mean," she took my hand in her, "'this' is nice. From day one, I wanted to meet you. You are so different from others," her thumb caressed my knuckles.

I was at the loss of words. She was too kind to me. I never felt this way before. I know one thing: I'm in love with her. But today I came to know how it feels to be in love. It's such a dumb yet pleasant feeling.

'I never want this to ever end,' my eyes felt teary.

"I love this too, Jiwoo," her name felt so right when I said it, "I-I really adore you."

Jiwoo squeezed my hand, acknowledging my words, "I know it's too soon but…" Jiwoo looked nervous, "would you be my girlfriend? I know it's too early but we have been acquainted for two years and I can't wait anymore!" She quickly added.

I couldn't help but laugh. She looked too cute to be true, "Jiwoo, I would love to be your girlfriend…" I shyly accepted. "I understand, without talking, I feel way too many things for you. I just didn't have any balls to come up to you and confess," Jiwoo's soft face softened more.

"I hope you will confess those feelings sooner," she smiled.

The food was served and we both dug in. Everything was going perfectly. The food was good. Jiwoo was good… too good.

I felt like I was living a dream. Jiwoo was my dream and now I have it. She was nicer than I thought. Humble, intelligent, smart, caring, kind, and whatnot. There was no perfect person like she was and I felt honored to have her in a way only I could have her.

After we were done with dinner, she suggested that we should get the dessert from the ice cream shop nearby. That's what we did.

We walked to the shop. It was about fifteen minutes away from the restaurant so we decided the walk would be better and the weather seemed to agree too.

As we were going, our hands brushed against each other. It sent shivers down my spine.

Finally, after a few seconds, I gained some confidence and intertwined our hands. Jiwoo quickly held my hand tighter and it felt so warm. I wasn't feeling nervous anymore. She made sure that I felt comfortable around her. She is perfect.

In the ice cream shop, we ordered our ice cream and went to the nearest park to sit and enjoy it. There were many unique flavors so we decided to take two of their famous flavors and share them. We sat facing each other on the bench, legs in a criss cross applesauce position.

We talked and ate our ice cream without realizing that someone was watching. We were lost in our own world.

Jiwoo told me that she worked nearby and lived with her best friend Jseph. And I told her about my job and that I live with my best friend, Somin, and have another best friend who lives a street away, BM. She suggested that we should hang out together and make our friends meet each other. We both were so excited.

As much as we wanted to stay, it was getting too late.

"We should get going," I said after looking at the time.

"Mhm, it's too late. Honestly, I didn't even realize how time passed by so quickly," she whined.

"It's alright. We can meet up sooner!" You stuffed the empty paper bows into the bag and threw them in the garbage bin. "Come on."

Jiwoo held your hand and got up. "Jseph is near from here. He will pick me up in a minute."

"Oh," I nodded. "I will wait."

"Yeah, we can drop you where your car is. We are going the same way anyway," she smiled and sat back.

There was a comfortable silence. The night insects were talking in their own languages. The sound of cars and people talking was feeling nice for once. Being near Jiwoo made me like everything around us. She held huge power over me.

Jiwoo turned toward me and looked at the side of my face. I smiled and looked at her face. Her cheeks looked so squishable. I wanted to gently pinch them. So I did.

I cupped her cheeks in between my hands and squished them. She looked so cute with her lips poking out and cheeks all squished. They were soft as cotton.

Her juicy lips were so kissable. I can not resist her. I brought her face close to mine. Our noses were touching. Her breath was fanning over my face. I didn't make any further move but she did. She closed the distance between our lips and enveloped her against mine.

They felt so soft and spongy. I have kissed many people but this was different. This was all I needed. I moved my lips against her. I felt like I was on cloud nine. How can she be perfect in every aspect? How can I get so lucky that this beautiful lady was mine?

It lasted for a couple of minutes when some footsteps startled us. We separated and took deep breaths and looked where a person was standing.

"Jseph! You scared us!" Jiwoo whined and side-hugged me, keeping her face on my shoulder.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Btw, hi I'm Jseph," he greeted and shook hands with me. "Im taking this as a good date," he wiggled his eyebrows at us.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I smiled. "Yes, indeed."

"Come on, let's go. It's too late," Jiwoo got up and linked her arm with mine.

We sat in the car and went to the restaurant parking lot. I got out after saying good nights. I unlocked my car and got in. I locked the doors and started the engine when my phone vibrated in my purse.

I took my phone out and saw some messages from my mother along with a picture.

Mom: *pic*

Mom: now this is happening!?

Mom: I never thought that you would bring this disgrace to our house! You failed me! Don't you dare look in our direction ever again. But if you leave that slut and not be a slut yourself, you are most welcome

Mom: You are just a burden!

"Shit," I whispered after reading her message and seeing my pictures from not so long ago while kissing Jiwoo and enjoying your time with her. My phone vibrates once again. This time the message was from Jiwoo.

Jiwoo: I love being with you. I hope you know I feel much more for you too. I wanna meet you soon<333

This brought a smile to my face. Maybe I should not care what my parents think. They should accept who I am. I must choose the people who accept me. Like my friends and… Jiwoo.

Me: I'm glad you feel that way.♥ We should meet up sooner. How about next Saturday?

.....

Sanaa's note:

Taglist:

Ahhh, I first time wrote a fem!idol fiction😄😄 this was fun.

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

@veneziamadness @cheline @jhmylove

*lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent taglist*

Have a nice day/night💓

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castle-dominion · 9 months

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Castle 6x21 law and boarder

the skateboard episode liveblog

Foggy Skateboard motorized bike Love a good chase scene, u'd never be able to run away on board tho. Construction work? wet concrete or smth?

Castle totally would have gone through every permutation. (there is only one combination.) If you brag like that I wouldn't care if you lose Alexis & beckett <3 (someone already giffed) Caslt mr word man would NOT lose to beckett tho, unless he just got really unlucky with his words.

Becks is so pretty! (I miss s1 beckett tho) RC: Sounds like a scene from an action movie. JE: Yeah. I know. Especially when the biker started shooting and Logan crashed through that window right there. Wow cool casts. He's a young man, 2-4am he'd totally be out that late.

Always a sus key, why around the neck tho? KANIE LOVE KANIE LOVE KANIE LOVE I LOVE THE GIRLS girling out for a sec there & I'm so happy. Oh. I forgot that this episode was the one with ryan & esposito fighting like that... Actually since watching this ep, my fam was in a situation like that. My older (trans) brother is my dad's best man. Esp since dad's last best man was probably hella catholic & hates dad now for leaving his wife. which valid.

"Congratulations lanie" Thanks! Also idk who castle picked I'm not a boy! You really think it's one of you two? rysposito argument. he HAS spent every day lol KR: Oh Javi, I’m the obvious choice. If you can’t see it I can’t explain it to you.

Cool wall at her place! Ah tsa crap. Ooh skateboard tools! No wonder tsa would hate him. I know ppl who went to china for martial arts training (the sifu was some sort of ambassador & made good relations b/w canada & china) & came back with weapons. on the plane. Performance items, we called them.

Oof. I mean yeah that's like being a skaster for ya. (I should pic outfits. I like ryan.) Becks knows bikes! KB: Oh. A reigning champion unable to cope with defeat. (she looks to CASTLE with intent) That sounds familiar.

Wow a fight.

Wow cameras! I wonder who did the filming! She owned a motorcycle! Extremely handsome with a high degree of difficulty.

Like his hat & outfit. & austin. & tampa.

it looks like what it is what it looks like. (Yeah that's the definition of looking like smth) "omg life & death" ok shut up.

Wow early intro this time huh "My associate Mr. Castle"

"You hear about Logan's death or the break-in?"

Your GUN? Tony hawk my beloved. *looking up a pic of him bc idk what he looks like-- I can SORT OF picture him but idk if that's him. studying a photo of tony hawk every night before bed so I never become one of Those People.)

You remember the words exactly or are you paraphrasing?

Love the way castle walks with the coffee. Ooh castle is pretty! lol dark web moments THE-- THE ALBANIAN MOB? Albania is actually rly pretty.

lol esopsito OH RYAN'S FACE

mountain dew lol. Wow another semi-cool hat. Bummed? Look at this party. Ross De Koning: The albanian killed him? RC: what albanian? Me, speaking as RDK: you know, the albanian guy who yelled at him or w/e happened, isn't that why you're asking about the mob? Why else would you find a link to albanian organized crime?

Oh wait no it was 5 or 6 years ago. My man sent this guy to prison... the mom got seven years? enver who theoretically got the mom into it got less time? ugh.

Ooh lighting in this room, nice wood looking good... Found the Lord! I like it. You were willing to pay it? really? Get momma released early? That's kind of him! I like Enver!

RYAN GAVE HIM THE RECIPE? SECRET FAMILY RECIPE!?!? (even jenny's lol) Awkward pat on the back. Could clip, esp that facial expression. (but if I did i'd also clip ryan's face when esposito walked away after giving the novelty pen.)

Skateboarding with a heavy thing? Poor guy. I remember cycling to school with my backpack, lunchbag, zipper binder, & violin all on my back. Yeah. yeah...

Won't clip castle's eyebrows. Beckett totally let him win. Ooh it's a turntable of a scrabble game. Ah quixotic, idealistic to the point of unrealistic. Hm, they played an entire game of this, set design & writers, I wonder if it is legit.

I love the mythical Bill. They always say goodbye to Bill on the phone. I want Bill fanart. & by one of us I mean you. Ah true, bachelor party planning would probably be better by esposito. Ah true, Ryan is the high moral standing-- WAIT HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF PRETTIER XD "Did she beat you at scrabble again?" "is stephen king winning at texas hold em again?" "did somebody find naked pictures of you again?" (well the 2nd wasn't ryan but) JE: *pat pat* KB: ?

Wait I never grabbed an outfit pic! Noooo! Too late lol. Nice outfit today too but I think I've seen him wear it before & got a pic. Like how there was beckett's purple shirt that I saw in my clips when I was thinking about snapping a pic of it this ep-- turns out I got the shirt in a different ep already!

Ooh rock wall! I love climbing! Ooh maybe I should snap caskett's outfits. Oh. Good gravy. Lol there are easier ways to break in than lockpicks. Why go through the lock when you can just go through the door?

hi8? never heard of that. Hey becks is back to wearing that wierd beige thing...

That is why you never wear logos on your clothes.

Ah motorcross rider!

My man has adhd, motorcross performer? up in the middle of the night? jittering like that? yeah.

Ryan brought him a coffee sdjfoijsjjfkjlsdkjf *interrupts before castle can drink* *again* *almost again* *literally backs away* should I clip? no

that's where the 3k was from! He stayed inside? Why not escape with him? I mean yeah ask for a cut bro! *literally was criminaling right then*

Bacon brownies! "you had me at bacon" that was one of the last words he said bro. *lookingn ryan up & down like "you cockblocker" minus the cock* (actually new fic idea: ryan & esposito are trying to seduce Castle, & then at the end castle says "actually, I choose BECKETT!!" & the boys are like "well crap." & maybe it ends with "well now I have all this stuff for seducing men, whatever will I do with it?" & possibly *trying to impress eachother all along*) Ooh I can see names: sullivan-- WAIT SULLY'S STILL HERE! --& messer or w/e that one says (I saw it last ep too)

*cockblocking*

RC: Have you noticed anything odd about Me: ryan & esposito, yeah RC: ebosito & ryan Me: WHOM

OOoh love her hair! (Weird-nice. just sorry for you bc I beat you at scrabble.) My man looks like a baby. Or not I take it back.

HOO! I love ryan with a waistcoat that ties a bit tight on the lower back-- Mm! I'm gay but I'd be a lesbian for this man! (my 3d gender chess makes sense to me. except I suck at chess. I should post that.)

IDK TO CLIP BUT OH MY GOSH THIS. SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING. CAN'T SAY WORDS. TOO MUCH TOO GOOD

when they were looking around I totally thought that they were going to suggest a dead body. bc then it is a third person not them & also it's funny bc homicide detectives. but No Way.

Poor gal, her son is dead... Ah yes, the good old days. Neighbourhood stuff. Six years-- didn't we hear that? Oh wait it was 5 or 6 years ago that ever want to jail

It's that neighbourhood? of course they don't care abt the death of the 12yo. Love a good old camcorder cassette. CSU would have noticed that

6 seconds is a lot! Toory unrealistic tech magic moments. makes my baby bro mad.

Why NOW? why running out of time?

Tommy Fulton: *immediately assumes they are accusing him of murder*

What plan? Brett Zaretsky: You can’t kick me out of here. This man’s my client. TF: Youre fired.

Cute, skateboard video! Love it! lol me & my brothers. Little bro rly good, better than me, I feel like crap. At least little bro isn't loud about it. Oh heck you watched the murder!? Holy crap! & that's why the cam was on the ground, u dropped it as soon as u saw the attack to go help.

was this in present time? WAIT THIS WAS BACK THEN? WHAT KID IN A BAD NEIGHBOURHOOD HAD 5 MIL TO SPARE LIKE A DROP IN THE BUCKET? oh at least it was smth he didn't actually have As A Kid.

DK logo! De Koning! I like how in the back some ppl were still partying for a minute there.

Brah

RC: And to think all of this happened because Ross couldn’t bear being second best. (pause) So. Are you ready for another rematch?

Man-chat? After all ryan & esposito are basically one person. Best of both worlds RC: Um … guys, I’m, uh– flattered & honoured– KR: You’re welcome. JE: Yeah, you should be. RC: He chose alexis! alkjsdfhljksdfhsdjadfkjhhfdjeyb I am love love love love I am so happy. They look almost mad in their shock (just like my brother. dad's best man. except he's not a girl. tho he is trans so idk.)

KR: I did not see that coming. JE: I can’t believe I gave him my pen. KR: I can’t believe I shared our family’s secret recipe. JE: I can’t believe we just got beat by a girl. KR holds out a finger. KR: Let’s never speak of this again. JE: Speak of what? (won't clip)

A midnight sing-along of Grease? a What?

Why did you do that?

Oh yeah they used to play poker, I remember when the captain & everyone was at his place & then they caught a murder late at night... Yeah that was fun.

Ooh heheh, look at these two. Love them sm She has a bra AND a watch left!

Could you play strip scrabble?

that was fun

#castle 6x21 #castle 6x21 spoilers #castle 6x21 quote #the skateboard episode

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babblydrabbly · 3 years

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I'm Not Sentimental, But

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Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

You tried your best not to hold your breath over Rick Flag; This wasn't that sort of relationship. But after one mission in particular you realize that whatever it is you've built with him has meant just as much to Rick as it has to you. Based off this beautiful request!

Word count: 3.5k+

Rating: nsfw, angst/smut/fluff! We've got it all tonight!

Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood/violence, alcohol, Post-The Suicide Squad (2021) Spoilers, but also canon divergence obvs. Fix-it fic.

[ A/N: ok, just ahhhhhhh!asfgkhl. WOW. It's not too long in retrospect, but this is officially the longest fic I've ever written for this blog! Emotional Rick just makes me feel so SOFTTT <3 Also, I took my time with this one because I knew the second I read your request I was going to have so many thoughts about it ;_;]

His text message lights up your screen after midnight.

Can we meet?

Just seeing his name is enough to wake you up. Before you can ask where he is or how he's doing, you get another message— an address.

---

It had become your usual arrangement. You'd had your reservations about Rick when you first met; He was kind, but secretive. You'd assumed that there was another woman. Maybe a wife. In a way, he was married— To a job he didn't like to talk about.

The two of you met in a hotel bar. As your friends celebrated a milestone birthday, you kept to the outside of the circle, self-conscious in your blouse and tight bottoms. You had a shot or two in you, but you decided to nurse a beer as the night went on later than you tended to stay out. The din of the chic room kept you distracted— Everyone seemed to be toasting or cheering for something that night. Eventually, you peeled yourself away from the cluster of couches and low tables and wandered over to the bar. It was freer now that it was late; You leaned with ample room on the mahogany surface as you waited for your drink.

"Celebratin'?" Came a curt but pleasant drawl.

You looked over to see a man on his own, a beer of the same brand as yours in his palm. Even sitting down on a stool, Rick was taller than you. He wore a baseball cap that obscured some of his face, but you could see the hint of five o'clock shadow on his angular jaw. His arms, large and straining against a simple v-neck shirt, rested comfortably on the bar a few inches from you.

With some rare liquid courage in your veins, you smiled over at him, "Yeah," You started, gesturing back to your friends. "Big birthday this year."

"You?"

"Oh, no—"

"Kiddin'." He said, and he returned your smile. He glanced over at you then. You were startled by a pair of hazel green eyes. "I'd take a guess at the gal wearing a tiara 'n sash."

You forget to return to your group for awhile. You wanted to know what someone as approachable as him was doing all alone— In a bar known for big bashes and parties upstairs no less. He shrugged, removed his hat to reveal a head of light brown hair and asked if you'd like to take a seat. You did.

He offered an explanation: He wasn’t from around here. Only stopping for some rest before returning to work (But he won't say much else). He does share that he has a military job, and he arches a brow when you can't keep yourself from making a face.

"Sorry," You said, flushing, "I, um— I guess I'm not familiar with that sort of life."

But instead of taking offense, Rick asked you what sort of life you had. You admitted that tonight is a bit of a miracle, that you wish you'd worn sneakers instead of the ridiculous shoes you had on now. You liked your friends, but this was definitely not a normal occurance.

Rick chuckled as he glanced down between the two of you, knocked his boot into the side of your high heel gently. He reassured you that this bar isn't really his kind of place either. You let him stay there, let your ankle graze coyly against his beneath the bar. His southern drawl runs right over your skin as you continued exchanging small pieces of each other— Those little bits of information that drew you a faint picture of this stranger.

"I'm [y/n], by the way." You managed to remember after an hour or so. He's resting his chin in his hand, looking at you with hooded eyes. He contemplated his answer, rolled his own name around in his mouth before he says it in that voice that’s tipping you over a ledge—

"Rick."

Rick, Rick, Rick.

You say it into the crook of his neck, dig your nails into the firm muscles of his back as he pants in your ear. He's staying in one of the rooms upstairs; You told your friends you were abandoning their city crawl— And they wanted to see who has tempted you into something so sordid.

But you keep Rick separate, just as he does you. It becomes a feral secret, your own private need. Rick was your secret, and you didn't doubt you were his secret as well. When he's in the area, he drops you an alias, an address, a new place more often than not. They're never seedy hotels, never somewhere in town you'd second guess your safety.

In fact, you feel safe whenever he opens the room door. When he invites you in with that heavy gaze and locks it behind you. The bathroom is usually warm with steam from a fresh shower, the television on a music channel, or something low and soft. He picks quiet places, ones with quiet bars— Your ritual.

And you stay, all night. Sometimes hardly getting any sleep at all. You don't ask about work; Though you start to decipher when he's just coming from somewhere or just about to ship out. There's a difference in the way he fucks you then. When he's about to leave for somewhere far away, he's less keen on drinking and more interested in bringing you upstairs; Throwing you onto the bed like it's the last time he'll see you, and you push away the inevitable thought that one day, that may very well be the case. Whether by choice or not, Rick always came into your life on temporary terms, leaving in a whirlwind just as quickly. Uncertainty was part of your game.

But there were times— A few times— When he'd ask you to meet him down in the bar, late at night with few people around. He picks a booth, your drink waiting for you. He presses you warmly into the corner almost all night until last call, asking you to tell him about how your days had been while he was away. How life was like in a world like yours. He seemed to revel in the little things; You could tell him about fucking traffic, about your house, your bedroom—tempt him with whispers about how you lied in bed these past few weeks, thinking about him— but never breaking the spell by asking him over.

You also don't ask about the bruises, the black eyes, and on one occasion, a deep gash freshly stitched from his elbow all the way down his outer arm. You had looked down at it worriedly all evening, to the point where Rick asked you if you wanted to call it a night. If it was too much to look at. He looked sullen then, drawing his arm off the table — Whatever it was he kept to himself, it gnawed away at his mind. Distracted him despite his effort to maintain his usual, warm self. You pulled his fingers off the bottle in his hands then. He trailed behind you without a word, your feet guiding him back upstairs to the room.

Whatever his world was, whatever yours— Inside that room, for one night, you shared something you didn't have to explain to another soul.

---

So you drive in a hurry, park on the street outside the new hotel that had just cropped up downtown. You bypassed the lobby desk in a simple pair of jeans and a sweater, your hair still a little tousled from sleep.

When you reach the quiet hallway, you pause in front of Rick's door, stopping your wrist short before knocking.

Rick yanks it open anyway, like he's been waiting at the foot of the bed for even a whisper of you outside. Your eyes fly up and down him, checking for something— You're not sure what. You expect new bruises, maybe. Butterfly bandaids stuck somewhere over his skin. Your mouth falls open when you see it.

Rick is standing without a shirt on, a ghastly slash grinning at you from his bare chest. Its healing over, but its also no where close to old. Behind him, his sparse belongings are strewn about the floor instead of tucked carefully away in a corner like they usually are. And in the bathroom, you hear the shower running, the steam curling out into the room as it must have been for awhile now.

You take a cautious step inside the room. Rick backs away, lets you close the door as he avoids your gaze with a dazed looked somewhere through you.

"Rick?" You breathe. You reach a hand up to push his matted hair from his face. He leans into the touch, his hand swiftly catching yours to keep it there, keep you cupping the side of his face; You feel the grime of sweat and dirt mixing together on his skin. Like he just crawled out of that hole he calls his world and back into yours.

He swallows thickly. You watch the press of his lips tremble for a moment.

"Hey," He tries.

But you only shake your head.

You lock the door, then draw him toward the bathroom. Without a word you slip out of your jeans, your sweater, coaxing Rick to do the same. He lets you push him into the shower first gently, drawing the glass door shut as you join him. Immediately, the hot spray of the water on Rick's back gets his taut muscles to relax.

He doesn't say a word as you reach on your tip toes to run some shampoo into his hair, a lather of soap over his skin. You avoid the wound on his chest— you suck in a breath as he flinches when you brush some soap over a black and purple welt mapped over his hipbone and down his thigh.

Eventually, as if thawed from sleep, his hands begin to move, brushing the suds and water along the rest of himself as he turns to face the shower head. Carefully, you wrap your arms around his waist as the two of you stay like that for awhile. For a minute more under the warm water.

You open your eyes against his back when you hear the faucet turn off. You listen to his breathing as he stands there with his hands pressed to the tile in silence.

You towel Rick off outside of the steaming bathroom for him on the bed. The cool air of the room soothes his flushed skin. He watches you wring out your hair, and you leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, crawling into the bed beside him. The light from the bathroom at your back casts you in a dim shadow and his face in a golden light.

"I quit." He whispered.

It's such a simple way to put it— You wonder if it could really have been that easy. But you can't presume to know a damn thing. This was the arrangement— The not truly knowing.

And before you can discern why, your eyes are welling with tears. You grip his face. Whatever did this, whatever pierced Rick had clearly broken off and left itself wedged inside him. Your grasp moves down, hovers shakily over the angry wound on his chest, afraid to touch it.

Rick's face falls at the sight of your crying— The first time you've ever let anything like it happen in front of him. And fuck, he wants to take it back. The words, his scars— He breached the pact; The not letting the outside come in through that white hotel door.

Then, you're kissing him. Crushing your lips to his, passing your tears from your cheeks to his. Rick scoops you over into him, runs his hand over the cleft at your thigh to hitch your leg around his hip. Your tongue prods at his chapped lip, parts his mouth open to taste him. You want to spread your fingers over his chest— You grip them into tight fists, keeping them away.

He's hurt. Cut open. Damaged goods. Rick refuses to bear the thought that you can't touch him; He reaches for your hands and pries them open, guides you down his abdomen, his sides. He kisses you with a wordless plea: Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of me now.

Still, he grunts as your leg digs into the bruises. You reel away from him, the look on your face tearing him up. Rick sits up and stares at your deer in the headlights look.

With a slow hand, Rick pushes you back carefully, and you relax down into the comforter, unsure.

"It's alright, [y/n]." He says. You want to burst— You're the one who should be telling that to him. Rick kisses you again; He trails them down your throat, across your neck. You frame his crown with your hands as he travels down between your breasts. He laps a searing hot stripe over your nipple, then moves over to the other to do the same.

The muscles in your body begin to relax one by one as Rick takes the time to map kisses across you. Over every stretch of skin. He laves at the light marks that decorate your lower belly, the crevices that join to meet at your soft mound. Rick sucks at the skin there, nips with light teeth at the flesh. You arch your back and let your legs spread out around him, frame them timidly around his tanned shoulders.

Rick moves past your lips, lowering himself to give some attention to your inner thighs. He nips you again, firm bites sending a jolt up you every time. The stubble of his chin scratches satisfyingly with every move of his jaw. His tongue lashes out, lapping at your folds, circling to dip around your swelling clit.

---

Rick ignited a hunger in you. The elevator doors closed, and both of you closed the gap between you. You met in a first kiss that makes your head spin. He holds the card up to the hotel door behind you as he pins you there in the hallway. Your fingers rake through his hair— You laughed, embarrassed, when you knock off his hat. Rick chuckled and kicked the cap into the room as he backs you into the foot of the bed at the same time. You dragged him down with you, eager to feel the weight of him pressed down onto your body. But he held himself up courteously, careful not to crush you beneath him. You pulled away from his lips, stared up at him.

"You're beautiful." He noted— A simple statement of fact.

He ventured down your waist, and you asked him if he wanted to turn out the lights first. His lips pursed, as you looked down at him, your face flushed and your hair spilling out over the sheets.

"Darlin’, I wanna see every inch of you tonight." You were always safe with him.

---

He’s pushing your thighs apart further— You suck in a breath as his tongue delves between your folds, tasting you. He curls it deep inside your cunt. You release a shuttered whine.

Rick knows you. Knows just when to push his fingers into you, thrust two of them inside you. You arch your back, tilting your hips up to meet his face. Your tight walls stretch around him.

You feel your skin getting hotter, every stroke making your breath quicken. He keeps at this steady pace— spreads your lips apart to lave and swipe at your exposed clit until you're panting. He always brings you over the edge so easily, but tonight you tug at his hair, tell him to wait.

Rick grinds his arousal into the sheets, groaning as he laps you up. You reach down, cup his face until he's pulling away to look up at you.

"Get up here." You purr. You pull at Rick's arms, get him to make his way back up the bed until he's lying down beside you. He has the gall to feign a put out look.

"I was liking those sounds, baby." He shoots you a lopsided smile, his lips and chin shining. You huff, kissing him and tasting yourself.

Tentatively, you trace your fingertips down his chest, leaving a wide path between your hand and the wound in the dead center. You take his nipple between your fingers, giving it a knowing tweak, and Rick's head falls back as you lean down to take it in between your lips. You suck until the skin is pulled taut, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen until Rick is lying back, laying down for you.

His cock laid hard against his lower stomach. You take the head into your mouth, earning you a groan. Rick slips his fingers around the nape of your neck as he says your name.

You take Rick deep in your throat, your grasp wrapping around the rest of him. You hollow out your cheeks until you're releasing his cock with a soft pop with every other stroke. Rick's chest heaves as he shutters.

There's an older scar— Faded and pale now— Just above the dusting of hairs that trail up to his belly button. You splay your free hand over it, try to will all of his marks to fade and leave themselves far in the past where they can't reach the two of you here.

Rick's hips stutter, rolling up to meet the back of your throat. You moan around him, and the sound reverberates, flies straight up into him. He draws you off of him quickly, before he's tempted to come right then and there.

You sit back up to straddle Rick, your legs bracketing his pelvis. He runs his hands up your thighs— Rough calluses catch on your skin, familiar and comforting. "Rick," You say, canting your hips. Your mound, still slick, presses over his thick cock. His hands cup the back of your thighs, pull you closer until you're seated over his length but not yet penetrating you.

His jaw is clamped shut. You frown as you see him grind his teeth down over words he's mulling over.

"I fucking hate leaving you." He whispers.

You lean down. Your damp hair brushes over his chest, his face, as you press a kiss over his frowning lips. "So don't."

"You... You'd be alright with it if I stayed awhile?" He tries, blinking up at you through the locks of your hair, and you want to laugh at the bizarre question— If he stayed? Hadn't you made it pitifully clear you never wanted him gone?

You look down to see a face that says that's exactly what he's thinking. That this arrangement, these evenings within these walls— The fear that this is all you've ever wanted from him— Has been his reality too.

How many nights had you kidded yourself with stray thoughts of something more? Of that dangerous path, where you imagined lingering in bed until morning turned back into night again— Of one day after the other with him still here— in your world. You weren't the sentimental type then; After awhile, you had gotten the hang of pushing the thoughts away.

"You're really done?" You asked with awe now. His hands slide up to hold your waist, his head nodding against the pillow. You have so many more questions; The door you kept shut between you and Rick is threatening to open.

"I don't have to hide you away anymore." He offered without explanation. But you think about his aloof nature, his refusal to blur the lines.

"The hotels..."

"I didn't want certain people knowin'... Knowing where you lived, where I went. I was tryin' to..."

Keep you separate. Keep you to himself. This one thing— God, let him have this one thing.

Rick's brain had wracked with the thought of you as Dubois spoke to Waller for the last time; If she ever came after him, after any of them— Even Rick— Waller would pay. Even with pints of blood missing, his heart still raced on the helicopter back to the States with the surviving members of the squad.

She was going to leave them alone. There was leverage in this world to keep you safe now. And he was done— With ARGUS, with Waller.

"Stay." Your voice pulls him out of his storming thoughts, pulls him back up out of the waves. It echoes, putting bullets in every worry he's carried from Corto Maltese back to you. Stay, stay, stay.

Rick grips you tight as you move atop him. Your breath mingles together, exchanging the same air as he thrusts up into you. You whimper, drag your lips over his chin and jaw. Cup his face so that it never disappears again. You dare to hope he never disappears without warning ever again.

---

“...What?” You murmured. Grey light had begun framing the drawn curtains. Had you actually just stayed until morning? In and out of sleep, you lied facing Rick, this stranger who felt familiar now. He was smirking softly at you, a lock of your hair weaving between his fingers as he lied before you on the bed.

You draw gentle patterns across his war ravaged skin, thinking he had finally fallen off to sleep when his eyes open. You stared.

"...Wasn’t gonna tell you my name." He finally admitted — curiously— Like you had surprised him, like you were the one who pried the thought from him without his even knowing. Rick had made simpler plans for this night. The easy kind. But your laugh had ensnared him, your gaze drawing him in— Wiped his memory. Your clothes, all around the room, looked too good to pick up off the floor.

You blinked, lips curling upward. “Did you want to take it back?” You craned your neck and glanced back at the glowing clock on the stand behind you. “I think I only said it about…. A hundred times in the last five hours.” When you turn your head back again, his lips are there to meet you, pressing a grin onto the corner of your mouth.

“Nah,” He muttered, drawing you against him. Rick wanted to do this another five hours, another ten. You wrapped your arms around his warm torso, tangled your legs in his beneath the sheets. “I want to see you again.”

"Yeah?" You smiled, visibly pleased. It was like a weapon, the way you endeared him with a single word, with that open face.

"I uh, can't promise when that'll be." He said, watching your reaction fixedly. The night's miracle had faded back to reality. You couldn't deny it in yourself— He was magnetic. You were stuck. Though you knew it would end, you had hoped he'd offer something more.

"What d'you think?" He prodded. Waited. Outside, the world was waking up; This was ending, he thought— dreaded. He put the detonator into your hands.

You stopped your minstrations over his tattooed skin, shrugging softly. Warmth floods him as you lifted that smile to him. Gave him some hope he didn't know he still wanted in another person.

You shrugged, unaware of everything to come.

"I don't mind waiting."

You really didn't.

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laurfilijames · 3 years

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So I was watching the Almighty Johnsons and it was the episode where they're all dressed like the YMCA😂 and this thought crossed my mind-- you know how Anders is the police officer? Do you think he got handcuffs with the outfit? I wondered if I could do an ask with that idea? Just let your creativity flow with what I just put in your mind😝😅 I applogize in advance😂😂

I'm in love with these asks and I feel more confident asking now also because the story I requested, Love and Lace, was just so GOOD!!

Oh did my mind ever wander with this ask! Thank you so much for this request!!! It is one of my favourites to date!

Anders on a normal day=🥵🔥. Anders dressed as a cop=🥵🔥🤯😈. In conclusion: Anders wins at being the sexiest man in uniform ever.

Restrained

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 3,418

Warnings: rated E. 18+. Smut. Unprotected intercourse. Use of handcuffs. Bruising caused by handcuffs. Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, anal play. Cursing

Summary: Anders makes a booty call, which isn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you, only this time he spices things up a bit with a police uniform. However, you’re not the only thing that’s tied up as Anders battles his feelings of wanting something that’s more than physical.

A/N: many special thanks to @enchantzz for creating these wonderful gifs as well as @linasofia for your support and giving it a once-over for me!

This is based off the episode Unleash the Kraken! Season 3 episode 5 from The Almighty Johnsons.

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Anders had about enough of the day, his family, this stupid fancy dress party, everything. Seeing his father for the first time in so many years he’d lost count really got to him, and on top of that, having Colin expose to his brothers that he was now his campaign manager for his mayoral run had him done with it all.

He had slapped his father across the face, made nice with Mike and Ty after a Johnson brother brawl, played a few rounds of cricket, and now he was ready for something else. Something better, something that could quench his thirst in a way that the numerous beers he drank that afternoon never could.

Plus, he had this cop uniform rented for another twenty-four hours, so why not make the most use of it? He twirled the steel handcuffs around on his finger, and knew just who to call to make him feel better.

“Anders,” you answered with a smile, his name appearing on your phone instantly making you grin.

“Hello, beautiful. I was just calling to see if you were busy.”

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and squirmed where you stood, pressing your thighs together as you felt the familiar ache already forming just from hearing his voice.

“That depends…” you tested.

The two of you engaged in hook ups so many times since you met, each one better than the one before. You felt comfortable with Anders, yet he always kept things exciting for you. You could tell he felt similarly too, and lately his calls to you were becoming more and more frequent.

“Would it help to know I’m dressed as a cop?”

“When can you get here?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could think of a different answer.

“I’m ten minutes away.”

“See you then, Officer…”

Ten minutes of antagonizing anticipation later, you heard the heavy rap of Anders’ hand on your front door.

You opened it to see him leaning against the door frame, looking just as unbelievably sexy as you imagined he would, fully decked out in a police uniform.

“Good evening, Officer,” you drawled, finding it suitable to start the game you were about to play right off the hop.

“Good evening, miss. There’s been a report of a noise complaint.” His voice was low and raspy and you swallowed hard, thinking how you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to make this role-play last.

Anders smirked at you, the dimple on his left side pulling deeper into his cheek which made heat pool in your stomach already.

“Oh, really, Officer…Johnson, is it? But I haven’t been making any noise.” You poked your finger at his nametag and the other side of his mouth turned upward.

He pulled his hat off his head, tucking it under his arm and ran his fingers through his hair, looking at you over the rim of his sunglasses that were pushed slightly down the bridge of his nose.

“You haven’t yet,” he said with a promise, pushing himself off the door to walk past you, his scent billowing around you as you took a steadying breath.

His hands rested on his belt, pretending to look around your apartment even though he has been here more times than you could recall.

“Officer Johnson?” You asked, admiring how tight his pants were around his plump ass. He turned around halfway and looked at you over his shoulder, waiting for your question. “Do you have a warrant?”

A deep chuckle left his chest and he placed his hat and sunglasses on the table beside him, moving his hands to begin undoing his belt.

“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s in my pants.”

Within an instant you both lunged at each other, hands groping and working to remove clothes, trying to make contact with any bit of flesh you could. Your mouths attacked with sloppy kisses, rushed and heaving, but he tasted as good as you remembered. Warm and wanting, traces of smoke and the hoppy flavour of beer present on his tongue.

You tried your best to not break the seal of your lips, only pausing to get your head through your shirt, and now that you were both successfully devoid of clothing, Anders picked you up, wrapping your legs around his thick torso and walked the well-known path to your bedroom.

As you went, you leaned to grab his hat from the table and put it on your head, eliciting a laugh from him.

“I can charge you for that,” he threatened, but his serious demeanor changed to desperate again when he felt you rub yourself against his lower belly.

He lowered you down onto your bed, taking a moment to appreciate the view before him.

“Fuck, you look good,” he growled, and you couldn’t help but arch your back slightly off the bed, your hand moving to tip the rim of the police hat as a thank you to his compliment. “I might keep this costume for a little longer and let you wear it.”

He leaned down over your body and kissed you slowly, his hands traveling over your waist and up to your breasts, plucking your nipple between his finger and thumb. You naturally wrapped your leg around his bum, trying to pull him closer to your waiting core.

“Oh, no. Not yet,” he protested, pulling away from you, his cock still hovering dangerously close to where your body needed him most. He glanced down to see how wet and ready you were for him, cursing under his breath, his cock twitching in anticipation. “I have something else in mind first.”

What you hadn’t noticed on your way to your room was that Anders had also brought with him what possibly could be one of the best features of his whole costume; the handcuffs. He twirled them around his finger, giving you a wiggle with his eyebrows, a wicked grin crossing his lips. “Move up by the headboard,” he ordered shortly, no longer smiling.

You did as you were told, scooching back so you rested in the middle of your mattress. Anders knelt beside you, his cock tantalizingly close to your mouth, and gripped both of your wrists in one of his hands. He lifted them up over your head and looped the cuffs around one of the bars of the headboard before locking both of your wrists in them. The metal was cold against your heated skin and you gave a tug to see just how secure they were. They clinked against the bar and you smiled as excitement flourished within you.

Anders didn’t miss your reaction, noticing your body's response at being temporarily bound, completely at his mercy. Another rush of wetness pooled between your legs and you rubbed them together, waiting for him to touch you. You no longer had any control. Now he held it all, powerful and domineering, and you were more than happy with that.

He leaned forward and planted a searing kiss on your stomach, the sensation making your body flinch. Another kiss landed on your breast, and then the other, his tongue flicking each of your nipples in turn. With his hands braced on either side of you, he stared at you with an expression you were so used to seeing on him, one that was full of lust and enthusiasm, his eyes darkened from the myriad of emotions that coursed through him.

His dimples deepened in either cheek as he gave you a smile that would’ve made your knees buckle had you not been laying down, and reached up to pluck his hat off your head to place on his again.

“Do you remember our safe word?” Anders asked, needing you to confirm it before anything happened regardless of how many times you’d been together.

“Red,” you answered in a breathy tone, your voice betraying your attempt to stay composed.

“Good,” he winked at you and his cock throbbed at the sight of you before him, cuffed and desperately waiting. You were exactly what he needed after today, the release he needed, someone who he could unleash all of his tension on through your shared flesh and raw passion.

Although that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make you join in the suffering he had endured today.

He reached for a pillow, “Lift your hips,” his instruction rough and short. Sliding it under your bum, he laid down on his front and settled himself between your parted legs.

Your breath hitched as you watched Anders’ face disappear at the apex of your thighs, the navy blue hat hiding him completely from you. His hands gripped your legs tightly, his thick fingers digging into you, and you let out a loud moan as you felt his wet tongue swipe across your heated and aching sex.

“Fuck!” you cursed, and your body jolted at the sensation. Your hands pulled but were immediately stopped by your restraints, the metal digging into your wrists slightly. Of course, Anders didn’t let up on his actions. He worked you quickly to the brink, his intensity alternating between fast and slow, his tongue driving deep into you, his lips sucking on your clit, the pattern he created making you writhe against him.

It took everything in him not to take his cock in his own hand, tempted to pump to the rhythm he set with his mouth on you, but he wanted to finish with you, inside of you.

His moans reverberated through your body, and although they were muffled, they combined with your own cries of ecstasy as he brought you to the cusp of pleasure, your body about to give in to that blinding white-heat you so often craved from him.

With a harsh suck on your swollen bud, Anders abandoned you, your oncoming orgasm vanishing with him.

Curses fell from your mouth and you jerked at the headboard in a frustrated fit, your annoyance creating a malicious grin on his lips that he wiped clean with his hand. You eyed his leaking cock and heaved a discontented sigh, his teasing making you crazed.

“What’s the matter?” he questioned, almost mockingly, no part of him touching you which only added to your frenzied state. “You’re so impatient today, even when you know I always give you what you need.” He moved a hand from his hips to stroke his cock and you whined with envy, wanting so badly to be the one to do it instead.

Unable to do anything else, you lifted your leg and flicked the hat from his head with your toe, sending it tumbling to the floor. His eyebrows rose on his forehead and he tipped his head to the side. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.” His voice was low and bordered on dangerous, making your skin erupt in goosebumps when he finally touched you again, his hand pushing your knee down against the bed to spread you apart even more.

He brought himself closer to you and nestled between your parted legs, his velvety tip grazing against your soaked folds. He pushed through your tight entrance tantalizingly slowly, just far enough for him to stretch you slightly, and then pulled out.

“Fuck, Anders!” you hissed. You needed him in you, needed him to fill you to the brink and have him give you every bit of pleasure he always provided. About to protest and try your best to not beg him to give you everything you wanted, you were stopped when he pushed into you again, this time a little deeper than before. But your satisfaction was brief, Anders having retracted from you once more.

Now his mouth was covering one of your breasts, his tongue searing against your nipple, licking and sucking your desperate skin. Your eyes closed shut and your head tipped back into the pillow as you allowed yourself to succumb to what pleasure he was giving you, and your body trembled when his hand caressed your inner thigh. The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, circling slowly, and you shuddered again, the anticipation becoming too much. Two fingers slipped inside you and you cried out in validation of his generosity, all while his mouth focused on your chest and neck. His fingers hooked inside you to work at your most sensitive spot, and his name fell from your lips before he collided his own against them to muzzle your sounds. Everything felt incredible, and your focus began to change from the sensation of his rough stubble against your pinking skin to your oncoming orgasm, the heat building up in you quickly. Nearing your ascent, Anders removed his fingers from you, and he dared to chuckle against your lips at your displeasure. You jerked your hands hard against the cuffs again, the metal biting into your skin harsher than before, no doubt leaving bruises as a reminder later. His amusement continued as he broke the seal of your mouths, moving back slightly to take in your disheveled state.

The bastard was enjoying this far too much, but then again there was no denying that you were too.

“Have you had enough?” he questioned, his voice steady but his body revealing he was struggling to resist. His chest heaved, his cock that was covered in your slick twitched, and his eyes were on fire.

You shook your head no, you wanted more. You wanted all of him. Another promising grin appeared on his face making his dimples deepen, and in one motion he drove his achingly hard cock inside you and filled you completely. An unwavering pace was set as he pounded you hard, your previously abandoned climaxes rushing forward to tear you apart. The only thing you could do to add to the fun was adjust your legs, bringing your knees closer to your body, giving Anders an even better angle to drive deeper inside you. His hands gripped your hips as he rolled his own against you, his growls of appreciation spurring you toward the end you hoped he would allow you to have.

You were right at the cusp, feeling bursts of electricity prickling at what felt like every nerve in your body, and you began to tighten around his length.

And then everything was ripped away from you again.

“Anders, please!” you shouted, unable to take this torture anymore. He’d edged you three agonizing times now, leaving you a sopping mess.

He chuckled and moved to unlock the cuffs, freeing your wrists from the bed frame.

“Patience, baby. I’m right there with you. And did I fail to mention that I’m not a good cop, I’m a bad cop?” He winked at you and you glanced at his cock that was completely engorged and leaking precum from the tip. You reached for him, needing so badly to touch him, but he gently grabbed your hand to stop you and shot you a warning look. “Flip over,” he ordered, and you eagerly obeyed, loving when he fucked you from behind. “Hands behind your back,” his voice was low and your heart beat faster in your chest.

You felt the cold steel clasp around your sore wrists again, Anders locking them in place above your bum.

“Up on your knees,” he panted, his words strained.

Again, you did as you were told, the side of your face pressing into your sheets as you lifted your ass in the air, your legs parted and ready for him to take you again. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he praised you, and just as the words left his mouth you felt your arousal drip out of you and onto the bedding below. You grinned and pulled your lip between your teeth, excited for what was to come.

You gasped as Anders ran his finger through your folds, collecting your abundant slick, running it up to circle around your tightest hole. “This is exactly why I didn’t let you come yet. I wanted you dripping, deprived and needy.”

He folded himself over your body, his cock resting against your throbbing core and kissed your neck a few times before pulling your earlobe in his teeth. His breath was hot on your neck, his warm body pressed against you, the heaviness of him making your skin tingle.

Anders was done provoking you, finding himself equally as tormented as you and not immune to the overwhelming need to seek release.

He lined up with you and thrusted deep into you, moving slowly, but forcefully.

Admiring you below him, he watched you melt into the bed, your mouth open from mewling, spit dampening the sheets as you lost yourself in ecstasy. He placed one hand on your hip to help control his pace while he carefully rimmed your puckered ring before sinking his thick finger inside. The sight of you alone had him feral, ready to unleash everything he’d been holding in all day, but at the same time you felt so incredible, everything about you making him feel so good that he didn’t want it to end. Now he could feel your walls squeezing around him and he knew he wouldn’t last, and he clenched his teeth down on each other in one last attempt to resist, wanting to give you every bit of pleasure you deserved.

Your mind was spinning, your body pushed to its limit, and unable to hold on any longer you were about to request for Anders to increase his intensity, but like he could read your mind he eagerly granted your wish. He fucked you hard and you willingly gave in to your vulnerability and the complete control he held over you, screaming through your high as you came undone.

Everything in your vision blurred and the world around you fell apart other than you and Anders. Just like he always did he finished with you, joining your bliss as he pulsed inside you, filling your deepest parts with his hot cum. A dazed smile crossed your lips, listening to him praise how good you felt, how much he loved fucking you.

The sound of the cuffs being unlocked sounded distant and your arms collapsed onto the bed beside your worn body. Feeling his spend spilling out over your sensitive folds made you shiver, and you felt empty without him in you anymore.

“Here, roll over,” Anders instructed, his voice softer from his exertion.

You turned to lay on your back, watching him look you over to make sure you were okay. His blue eyes were filled with emotion when they met yours and your heart clenched at how much he kept buried inside.

“See, you are a good cop after all,” you teased, making him chuckle and hum in agreement.

Instinctively, you reached up to card your fingers through his curly hair and he turned his head to kiss a path over the red marks on your wrist, repeating the same on the other arm.

Anders stayed silent, his breathing beginning to even out, appearing to have a thousand thoughts running through his conflicted mind. His thumb gently smoothed your raw skin and he leaned down to capture your lips with his, the kiss slow and sweet.

It was hard to admit, but it wasn’t just the sex that he needed from you, he needed to be close, to experience a fraction of the affection that he’d lacked for so long. He thought about telling you, debating being honest for once—

“Are you okay?” you asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Still considering telling you, he paused and shook his head, “It’s just been a long day,” he confessed, fiddling with a strand of your hair, “It’s nothing.” Moving his body to lay against you completely he flashed a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and by now you knew Anders well enough to know that it wasn’t nothing. You also knew he wouldn’t talk about it, and that you had already provided him with the only coping mechanism he was comfortable managing his feelings with.

So you did the one thing left you knew might bring him some comfort; you wrapped your arms around him and held him close against your chest, giving him a mere ounce of what he needed. In exchange, he closed his arms around your torso and sighed with relief or contentment, you weren’t sure, and eventually Anders fell asleep to the sound of your heart beating and your fingers weaving through his hair.

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I doubt the fandom will ever reach a consensus on when jikook started dating unless they themselves tell us but 2019 seems so late 😭 the j tattoo happened in 2019 and without getting into what Jk intended for it to mean the placement still means it says jm when you read it which Jk is definitely aware of. So it seems like a big decision to "coincidentally" tattoo the initials of a newish boyfriend or someone you've only dated for a year don't that seem kinda fast.

Getting a bit more specific, I started thinking they were probably fooling around during the LY tour in 2018, the one that started in August some weeks after Malta. And getting a bit more delulu, I even think those feelings Jimin had during the tour that prompted him to start writing what later would become Promise, I think those feelings could've been related to his relationship with Jungkook.

Now bare with me while I try to explain the timing lmao.

While the tour was on going, long story short, I began thinking that they were really attracted to each other and possibly acting on that attraction. Aside from the attraction, it became even more clear how much they cared for each other and they seemed to spent lots of time together alone. But it was also, you know... concerts... It was a tour. They were doing shows. Maybe the flirting on stage isn't that serious and it's just the excitement of the moment. Maybe they're just really horny and they're just dudes being dudes. In short, for me it was kind of rushed and naive to come to conclusions just based on what I was seeing on stage. It kind of never stopped, tho. It even became more and more intense as the tour kept going. Then MMA 2018. I don't remember the date that the Harajuku candy party was posted (shamelessness etc is that why recently you like me more etc), but it was in mid to late 2018 and I've talked about how it was also a definitive moment for me, that just added up to what I was seeing in real time. I think "is that why recently you like me more" was extremely telling of the way JK might've been changing the way he viewed Jimin.

Then after the tour JK got his own apartment, which I also believe it could've been a major factor in them starting off whatever type of relationship they were starting off.

2019 started and they were still on the LY tour, up until April 7th. We're talking of 8 months of tour and they were still flirting and now they were sending kisses to each other on stage too 😭 it was during April that I was like, they can't be possibly doing this just for show and still mantain the same vibes they had half a year ago... By April 24th, when that "almost kiss" happened at the fact music awards, that actually was a moment after which I was 100% sure they had already kissed. I've talked about it a while ago, I mean this progression.

This one was cut short but we all know Jungkook takes a couple of steps backwards.

Maybe you disagree, but to me 2017 Jungkook doesn't look at all like someone who was used to Jimin's face being that close to his. 2018 is a bit more daring but he still steps back, and there were other changes in his personality that you'd have to consider. As for 2019 and 2020, all you need is a pair of eyes to see how different it is compared to the years before.

Obviously I'm not basing all my "beliefs" on 3 gifs, but just using them as an example because I really don't have like an explicit, clear-cut way of explaining why and how I started thinking they were more than friends. It was honestly just... time and seeing them subtly change their personalities and dynamics.

I was talking about how it seemed rushed to come to conclusions with just seeing them on concerts... 2019 was already going on and it was only in August or July 2019 that Memories 2018 was released, and I could finally see that they were the same on stage and off stage. So yeah, because Memories 2018 was released in 2019, it was only then that I was more sure that what I had seen in 2018, it wasn't just for the show and that they actually had that same vibe and energy to their interactions even backstage.

All the delayed content from 2018 AND the real time content from 2019, which was even crazier than the year before.

That's why I mentioned timing, because it's also a matter of bighit releasing content a year later and why I say that it was 2019 the year I really started considering that they could be a thing. It was something that had been on my mind since 2018 when the tour started, but it was just... vibes, I guess??? More actual, physical evidence of them spending lots of time together and stuff, that came a bit later.

For me, they started fooling around late 2018, got a bit more "serious" in 2019, tho not like married married.

It probably sounds really messy, because of my grammar and because of me trying to explain delayed content issues lol but I tried my best to explain it. If you don't understand something I don't mind explaining again.

I know 2018/9 it might seem late, but Jimin and Jungkook have in reality known each other since 2012... That means they already knew each other for 7 years before 2019. They had already lived together, too. It's not like they met in 2017 and then started dating in 2019 and he got his name tattooed and they moved in together in the span of a year... no. They didn't have to get to know each other in order to fall in love, they fell in love while getting to know each other all those years before 2018. There's love and commitment in friendships, too and they already loved each other and they already were part of each other's lives before possibly dating.

I don't think the tattoo is for Jimin, but it also seems kind of senseless to relate the JM tattoo with how long thye've probably been dating and saying that he wouldn't have done it after dating for a year when JK literally has the word ARMY in his hand. Has he ever dated or known or loved any army??? Do millions of people he doesn't actually know mean to him the same as Jimin? He also got matching tattoos with the 97 line and... has JK been dating any of those guys since 2015 or something?

There's also the fact that the transition from friendship to a relationship it almost never is a clean cut transition. It's not usually like, a kiss okay we're together now. Most times it's a kiss okay that was nice... what if we do it again... but what does it mean... it's just nice, and so on. And I imagine they must've started and ended the thing ten times before they actually decided to get together (IF), because of everything getting together would mean. Maybe Jungkook would be the type to say fuck it and get into a relationship just like that, but Jimin is not that type. Jimin probably thought about it so many times. As fearless as he might look, and is, to some extent, he also loves order and loves to be okay with the people around him. I don't think Jimin is an easy yes guy. Jimin is a man who cares, period. He cares too much about the things he cares about, and one of those things it's BTS.

There are also so many other factors to consider, like coming to terms with their own sexuality, which I think JK might have been a "late bloomer" in that matter, and the highly likely possibility that they both dated other people before getting together, and maybe here in the western it's "normal" for people to be sexually active at like, 16. Korea seems a bit more reserved in that sense, more conservative. Maybe I'm wrong, but from what I know, I don't get the feeling that 16 year old korean teens are having sex. So if they start getting into relationships and dating at around 20+ years old on average, and both Jimin and JK probably started by dating other people, then the timing just fits... I also don't think any of them are gay, Jimin might be, I'm like 50/50 on the possibilities of Jimin being gay or bi. Ever since I've known BTS I've always been 100% positive that JK is bi, tho. So I'd literally bet you my right arm that they dated women too.

Anyways, I hope this doesn't feel like I'm trying to convince you of aything, I'm just explaining why I think of this particular timing for their relationship. I know everyone has a different idea, and I don't mind.

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59 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 23:54:02 GMT

I know I'm very late to the party and this is old news that others have probably already pointed out but I just watched Ant Man for the first time and wow. The very first scene you have Howard Stark/SHIELD(Hydra) being confronted by Hank Pym, whose research they stole. Peggy didn't look completely surprised by it either lol. And they were working directly with Mitchell Carson, the head of defense at SHIELD, who after leaving SHIELD spent his time "toppling governments" and was later revealed to be Hydra 🤦 luckily they never got the Ant Man suit technology before Hank left, but wow. Hydra was never just working on little side projects, they were working with the SHIELD founders in the very heart of SHIELD 🙃 which means (as other people have pointed out) that SHIELD and Hydra's interests were so aligned that they were virtually indistinguishable. (Not too surprising, since they started out by recruiting ex-Nazis 🙃🙃🙃) There are only so many times you can use the "for the greater good" excuse before you need to step back and do some deep self reflection on how your ideals align with those of Nazi eugenicists. (And the good folks at Marvel think Steve would be okay with that?? To spend his life with Peggy and support this, her life's work???)

It makes me wonder how long Zola had to work at it before Howard and Peggy trusted him entirely. Enough for Howard to have a nickname for him and for SHIELD to build a secret lair and allocate who knows how much money for his brain. If they didn't have any idea of Hydra in their midst, they were grossly incompetent, and if they had some idea they either kept their heads down or continued to be hoodwinked, which isn't a great look either. And if they knew and were in on it, then well... 😬

The entire Yellow Jacket presentation was right out of the Hydra playbook, too. These people were literally everywhere. They should have chosen the cockroach as their symbol for how tenacious they were. And they were willing to fork over billions of dollars, only one year after Steve and co toppled SHIELD, to get the Yellow Jacket suit.

Steve's work wasn't done! Where did they get this money? Who else in the government and private sector is part of Hydra? *cough*Ross*coughcough* Captain America 3 should have been Team Cap trying to root out the rest of these assholes, not whatever the hell Civil War was. Anyway 🤦

98 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 02:01:13 GMT

hey! just saw your tag 'use it over and over enough and it'll dilute all the meaning it had in tws' - i might have missed this detail, what meaning did it have in tws?

(Referencing this post) Ah, that was my tag being salty about how Marvel/Disney apparently used the song "It's Been a Long, Long Time" in the Loki show, after using it in Endgame (when imposter!Steve danced with Peggy), after first using it in The Winter Soldier.

The first time we hear the song, it is playing in Steve's livingroom, where Nick Fury is battered and bleeding from tangling with Hydra and the Winter Soldier, right before Steve confronts the Winter Soldier, who was Bucky all along. These lyrics play before Bucky shoots Fury through the wall--

Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me, there's so much I feel that I should say...

Then Bucky shoots Fury and Steve goes after him.

If you read the rest of the lyrics, the song goes--

But words can wait until some other day

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when

It’s been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Who else could It's been a long, long time be referring to but Bucky, who Steve has been separated from for 70 years? How many dreams do you think Steve had of Bucky dying (after he followed Steve back into war, when Steve asked him)?

Because the song played right before Steve and Bucky's reunion, and because it is overtly romantic, it was generally regarded as a stucky song... until Marvel shoehorned it into Steve and Peggy's dance in Endgame ;) and the more they use it for other shows and movies, the less significant it will be for mainstream viewers who haven't watched The Winter Soldier and are less/not invested in Steve and Bucky's relationship. If they keep using it, maybe it will just become the song that Marvel trots out whenever they want us to feel maudlin/nostalgic.

I am sure that much more eloquent meta has been written about this song and its significance in The Winter Soldier, so if anyone has any links, it would be appreciated.

115 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 21:12:44 GMT

GUYS PLEASE WATCH THESE CLIPS OF STEVE SAVING BUCKY THAT FRANKLY WE ALL DESERVE IN 2021

It’s from the Marvel Future Revolution game, a longer video of which can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5TijaelpVE

Some favorite moments:

- Steve storming the Hydra base, bashing his way through dozens of Hydra goons, including giant robots, and beating up the Red Skull, BY HIMSELF. This dude left all his chill in the ice and never looked back

- Hydra LITERALLY DANGLING BUCKY in front of Steve

- No but Hydra really set up this whole thing, hoisting Bucky up in chains of electricity with a death ray pointed at him, all to lure Steve in. Have they been reading TV Tropes??

- THE SWEEPING, HEROIC MUSIC

- The way Steve just stops and stares at Bucky for a moment before the Red Skull interrupts 🥺

- The Red Skull screaming “KNEEL, DOG!” Very egomaniacal fascist villain of him, I approve.

- The Red Skull’s villainous gloating, “YOU ARE TOO LATE, CAPTAIN,” classic

- Steve screaming “BUCKY!!” right before he launches himself between Bucky and the freaking DEATH RAY

- Bucky being very cool like “Thanks Steve 🥺 yeah I’m fine 🥺🥺 no big deal just another Tuesday 🥺 let’s go after Red Skull”

Other thoughts:

- Apparently Hydra has taken over the United States (Hydramerica) and the Red Skull of course raised a statue of himself in New York??

- The Red Skull’s entrance, with the strut and the pan up his black leather pants and Hydra belt– UM WAS THIS REALLY NECESSARY

- Steve has a move where he leaps into the air and slams the shield into the ground with such speed and force that it CRACKS THE GROUND INTO MOLTEN FISSURES

Thank you @jro616 for linking me to the glorious twitter post that brought this game to my attention in the first place XD

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My dream after credits scene when TFATWS is over:

Bucky is sitting alone on a bench. Someone comes up behind him.

"I looked for you," they say.

"Yeah, I know, sorry, it's been... busy," Bucky says.

"I can see that."

Silence. Bucky sighs. "I know what you're gonna say."

The voice sounds warmly amused. "It'll be fun. We can put the couch cushions on the floor again. You won't even need to take out the trash." A large, gentle hand squeezes Bucky's shoulder.

"Come on, Buck."

And Bucky looks up, giving Steve a wry smile.

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #long post #:')#i really just spend all my time here reblogging huh lol #i am glad that my number one post is that minific of post-tfatws 😊

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Huey and D'jinn possible parallels

As we know, Huey is the center of this season and even if he wasn't present in all the episodes, the ones in which he appears are excelent and contribute for some character development. I bet we are going to see paralels between him and other characters. Dewey has Della, Jormungandr in the neutral side and Don Karnage in the villain side, Louie has Goldie and Gladstone. Huey has Fenton, maybe Gyro, Donald and definetly Fethry Duck, Boyd and Violet Sabrewing. But what if he had parallels with someone who isn't science-related? Someone who has more common grounds in terms of liking history other than Violet (who is now a recurring character)? I have a feeling that it's a side character who is going to return not that soon but in the last episodes.

I'm talking about Faris D'jinn and in this (long) post I'm going to explain why.

First of all, their (brief) interactions. Huey was the first member of the Duck family to meet D'jinn and he was the one who asked if him and Amunet were ok in Moonvasion!

Now this may be very brief but I theorise Huey is going to have more conversations with Faris the next time he appears. They have many things in common after all.

What are those things you may ask? Apart of wearing red in their clothes.

Well, that is the second point. Both like order and things going their way because it makes them easy and in Huey's case, secure.

D'jinn had one thing in mind in all the Treasure of the Found Lamp! episode: To find the lamp of his ancestors in his birthday or devastating consequences would happen aka he's going to be sad. This could count as hyperfocusing on something, that would be the lamp and the story behind it.

He was so concentrated on that matter that he involved the duck family in a quest that some of them (Scrooge and Louie) didn't want to be part of, but felt they have no choice.

This reminds me of the episode where it was Scrooge's birthday and Huey wanted to prove that he could be a better party planner than Duckworth (the already deceased buttler) to the point of only for one second to transform into "the Duke", you know, that facet of Huey that cames to life when a great injustice was made like when Mark Beaks made Dewey the superior of Huey despite the fact that the Blue One didn't put as much effort as the Red One or when a boss character ruins his carefully cultivated farm plot in Legends of Legendquest and the older sibling went mad.

Well, D'jinn had moments that from his point of view count as injustices too. First the lamp was stolen centuries ago, then he finds where it is and goes to Scrooge to have it back, then the old duck tells him the lamp was misplaced. Since Faris had a schedule that he must complete before it's too late, he proposes to find the lamp in a rather...intense way that ends up scaring the ducks. Then he goes to Itaquack and spends maybe hours solving riddles and he knows they are stalling him and gets more impatient. THEN he discovers the lamp was stolen AGAIN under his nose by Ma Beagle and that he was SO close to obtain it right there. These last things of course couldn't happen as the quest was fake but Faris didn't know that.

While I don't think D'jinn has a whole "Duke" persona, he has little moments of intensity that instead of helping him only makes things worse.

It's because these moments of intensity and misunderstandings that the ducks had to make a false quest to obtain more time and stop D'jinn for...wanting to kill them.

No, seriously, the family thought they were death duck meat if they didn't find the lamp which again it's a big misunderstanding, as we found out Faris isn't the kind of guy who is violent just because and he wouldn't kill enemies.

Look, D'jinn is my favorite side character in all Ducktales and I even made a big analysis of why he is a great character a year ago. But... guy has poor communication skills. Let's admit it, many of you wouldn't stay in the same room as someone who not only is very (very) dramatic but also has weapons at their disposition.

Anyway going back to Huey...the Red Bean also has problems with communication. For example, as @pholux-twg pointed out, many things could have been resolved if only Huey had the time to explain his insecurities and point of view in The Trickening!, something he didn't do well in Scrooge's birthday.

And talking about that episode again, he was pushing his siblings to do the perfect birthday for Scrooge, something that Scrooge himself didn't want to. Huey had good intentions when trying to organize the party but his actions and considerations of other people's feelings were not productive, just like D'jinn had good intentions at getting the lamp back but the way he tried to obtain it just scared everybody.

Also to me it is very amusing that D'jinn is a warrior who trusts everybody so much (I mean, he didn't stop to consider if Ma Beagle was lying about the lamp, he believed her inmediatly) and falls for simple jokes as the "got your nose" joke. It is possible that he's not that naive but simply he doesn't really know when somebody is lying or not even if it's very obvious. Just like Huey is Mister "I'm not good at imagination stuff" D'jinn could be "I'm not good at detecting lies and metaphorical jokes"

Then we have the scroll that D'jinn owns and it has the story of his family, his quest for the perfect birthday gift and maybe more information, he writes on it what he has accomplished and that reminds me of the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook that Huey has for guidance. We don't know what could happen if Faris lost the scroll because it seems that he also uses it for guidance in his quests (or in the quest of his life)

Gif belong to @pholux-twg , @stevenfallsvs and @greatgamedota

Also I would like to point out that Huey had moments of stimming in Season 3 and I think D'jinn had moments of this in his debut episode...if spinning his sword many times counts as stimming, because maybe is a cool thing that he does when trying to impresionte those around him but maybe...just maybe he spins his sword when experiencing strong emotions like:

Anger

Determination

Hapiness

But wait you would say, that doesn't make sense as he has the same stoic face in the three gifs.

Yeah, but the thing is, and this is one of the theories that I have...he's masking.

During all the journey he's excited but mostly reserved and it's only when he understood that everyone thought there was a genie in the lamp and said object was now at his disposition that he broke his stoic and serious presence and began to show more than just one emotion.

But from a brief moment before the battle with the Beagle Boys we see the moment he discovers all his quest was a charade to stop him from getting angry, we get this:

He's confused, sad, hurt and angry again when facing the ducks. Then as he questions if everything was fake he seems sad again.

This is of course justified in that he's a tough warrior. Heavens forbid if he shows emotions that could be perceived as weak in front of his allies and enemies.

But we have to consider this: D'jinn lives for epic and little quests. It's his hobbie, his favorite activity, he sees life as a big quest and him as just another player and he takes that very seriously.

The thing is... the others don't. They only pay attention to him for fear of their lives. This is just a guy who you can't ignore. Like I said before Scrooge and Louie only want to escape the problem they got into and even Huey is amazed at how much dedication the warrior puts on the lamp and the quest.

Huey (to Louie): D'jinn monologued about this lamp and the Ifrit's Dawn for ten minutes without blinking!

Taking into account that, let's go back to Faris realizing the ducks lied to him. They used his favorite hobby and interest as a joke. Without saying it, the ducks practicaly said: "You know, we don't care about being part of your quest or your lamp or listening to your dramatic stories. We just don't want to get destroyed. We want you to leave us alone as soon as possible"

And all I have to say is...ouch. OUCH

I mean, of course that supposition is not true because Dewey enjoyed the adventure and Webby was living the dream! But D'jinn didn't know that.

I also have to wonder if him not getting into drama over the lie was because he was very focused in obtaining the lamp or maybe he's just used to it. And for "it" I mean having to deal with many lies made to get rid of him and his dramatic actitude, and that actitude is not wrong or bad but some persons just don't have time or patience for that and we don't know how many people encountered the warrior in the past.

We don't know if his family is as interested and passionate about their history as D'jinn, or if he still has a brother or more siblings but (theory) if he turns out to be the only member of his family to have that passion for history and adventures then he would have another thing in common with Huey. Both love their families deeply but they feel they don't understand them.

At least we have one thing clear for sure and it is that in his last birthday, D'jinn wasn't alone.

I hope he continues to make more friends or how he puts it "allies" and please let him interact with Huey! It's the Red One's season after all.

Also as a sidenote it is interesting that in the last picture Webby, Beakly and Huey (who are confirmed to have more presence and lore in this season) were in one group together. Foreshadowing?

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales theory #huey duck #faris djinn #the red colored boys #neurodivergent huey #look #with all the comparisons I did between those two #i headcanon this #Neurodivergent D'jinn #maybe it's unlikely #but possible #time will tell

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A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 27 – Triumph.

WORDS: 1250

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, smut (graphic, 18+)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 16/19

Gif from here That tongue 😍🤤🌮

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi were glowing like thousands Suns. „I can´t believe our plan really worked!” they screamed and small fireworks appeared around them. Rai were happy as well. Finally, after all those years, they got rid off Winter soldier´s lost soul and he was happy.

Natasha and Clint picked you up in the afternoon and were surprised by your behaviour. You couldn’t get too far away from each other, you were glaring at your friend when she hugged Bucky and right then you intertwined your hands and he gave you forehead kiss. „You two are together?” asked Clint. „Actually we are soulmates!” You showed them your tattoos. „What? When did that happen?” Nat asked. „This morning. We accidentally touched and boom!” Bucky laughed as you mimicked explosion with your hands. „I can´t wait to tell the others! Tony will make huge party for you!” Nat yelled. „No Natalia. We just want to go home and have peace and privacy.” Bucky growled. She scoffed and smirked. „You live with Avengers. There is no such thing.” „Yes, there is. But you somehow don’t know how to soundproof your bedroom or how not to stick your nose into else's things.” He glared at her but she only laughed. „I'm a spy. It´s my work, James.” „Whatever. Come doll.” He put his hand around your waist and together you walked into quinjet.

„You know the rule – no sex in jet!” Natasha grinned at you when she was walking to cockpit. Bucky rolled his eyes, closed door and lied down next to you. „You tired baby?” He caressed your cheek. „Not really. But I need energy when girls will torture me later.” „I can save you from them.” „How?” „You will come to my room and we can do Netflix and chill.” You looked at him, amazed. „Do you know what it is?” „I know. That's why I said it.” He winked at you. „Who told you about it? Sam?” „Nope. Steve.” „Steve?! I don’t believe you!” „That hurts doll. He said, him and Nat are having Netflix and chill almost every night and I asked what are they watching. He almost choked on his juice from my question.” Bucky blushed at the memory. „Ok baby. We will do that.” „I can´t wait.” He kissed top of your head as you snuggled into his chest under warm blanket.

„Welcome home!” Wanda ran up to you hugged you. „How was your mission? Ball? I heard there were some problems. You have to tell me everything.” You could see excitement on her face. „Maybe later Wan. It´s late and I need my bed.” you smiled at her apologetically. „More like Bucky's bed!” Natasha said, walking next to you with Steve on hand, „What?” Him and Wanda asked at same time. „Nothing.” With red face you took your bag and quickly walked towards compound, Bucky hot on your heels. „Y/N! Bucky! Come back. We need answers!” Steve shouted behind you.

Just when you lock the door of his bedroom, his hands were on your waist, his warm breath on your skin. „Finally. Should we christen the bed?” You moaned as he kissed below your ear and pressed your bottom to his crotch. „F.R.I.D.A.Y., soundproof.” „Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” You heard silent noises around the walls and in blink you were half naked under Bucky's hot body. „Is it a gun in your pants soldier?” you looked innocently into his darkened eyes. „You wanna find out?” „Yes.” Your clothes flew to all directions and you turned Bucky on his back, eyeing his proudly standing shaft. „Doll you're drooling.” he chuckled but moaned loudly when you took him in your hand. „I can finally taste you as well.” You winked at him, circling your tongue around his prick´s head, licking long lines from base to head, stroking him slowly and repeating it until he shivered. Then you took him into your warm mouth, one hand touching what you couldn’t fit inside, the other one was playing with his balls. „Fuck Y/N!” You smiled around him, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head. He pushed your hair away from your face and held it in his fist. „That's so good baby.” he groaned. After few moments he pulled you away. „My turn.” he said breathlessly, pushing you on your back. „Spread those pretty legs for me doll.” You obeyed and he ate you out like his last meal before sinking into you. Your pace was slower this time, but his thrusts harder and you came hard around his cock. „Gosh, you squeezing me so tight baby. I´m close. Fuck.” You pulled his hair harshly and he shuddered over your and reached his peak in soft moaning.

Next morning was weird. You and Bucky woke up late. But it wasn't that. It was your friends who were suspicious. Steve said good morning to you and quickly walked away from kitchen with Natasha. „Our friends did something for sure.” said Bucky, handing you your cereals. „You betcha.”

„Hello guys.” spoke another voice. You turned around and there was Scott Lang. „Scott! What are you doing here? Did Tony already prepared party downstairs?” „What? No!” „You sound nervous.” „I'm not. Why would I be? Maybe you are. Are you? Why you saying I´m nervous when I´m not and you don’t know if you're or not. That's not nice. Bye.” You blinked and he was gone. „They definitely making a party.” you groaned. „I'm gonna check them.” „No babe. Breakfast.” „But … .” „No buts. You're cranky without food. So eat.”

More people came for food and were stealing glances at you two. After Wanda, who squealed and threw her magical, red petals at you, when she saw you, you had enough. „I'm gonna find them.” Bucky sighted, but followed you as you marched around the compound.

They were all standing outside, smiling happily at you. „Ok, what's going on?” you asked. Tony stepped forward, clearing his throat. „We heard you and Manchurian candidate are soulmates. I wanted to host big party to your honour, but they stopped me.” He glared at Natasha. „So I did something else.” „We Tony. We did.” said Pepper, smiling at you. „Yeah, yeah. We did.” repeated Tony. „But I did the most. Let me show you. Follow me folks.”

You walked around 10 minutes and stopped in front of small table with picnic basket on it. „You giving us picnic as a gift?” you asked Tony. „Picnic in the Space!” He moved his hand, ground next to you opened and platform with spaceship appeared. You and Bucky were watching it with wide eyes. „I think you broke them Tony.” Scott laughed. „They're ok.” He stood between you two and put his hands around your shoulders. „Get changed and you can fly when you're ready.”

„Don´t worry love birds. Everything is checked. You have food and drinks there. And some extra.” Tony winked at you. „Say bye-bye and hop in.” You hugged everyone who was there. „We are gonna talk about it when we´ll come back.” you jokingly scowled at them. „She means thank you.” laughed Bucky. He intertwined your hands together and pulled you inside the spaceship.

„5, 4, 3, 2, 1, launch!” said Tony and you felt the ship moving upwards and seconds later it flew forward to unknown. „Enjoy you date in Space and stay safe.” said Bruce over communication system. Then it was only you and Bucky in Thermosphere with beautiful view of the stars.

#hbc lucky in love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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i'm like 2 years late to the party on this one, but WHERE is the source this post: "I can’t fucking believe that instead of either one of them being homophobic, Rob James-Collier and Charlie Cox apparently spent the pilot of Downton Abbey in an unspoken blood pact that said pilot was dog shite but they were going to force as much gay content past the untalented Tory showrunner as possible." this is the wildest thing i've read...i need to know more

omgggggg i feel u tho anon, for some reason that post didn’t get ANY notes for like 2 years but has been steadily cycling after the 2 year mark, and i’m always here to help a fellow gay prisoner of Downton

BACKGROUND INFO: showrunner Julian Fellowes is LIT-ER-AL-LY a Conservative Peer in the House of Lords, whereas RJC actually pushed back against having to change his middle name to part of his last name for acting purposes because "Rob James-Collier" sounded too posh. RJC throughout the series has corrected interviewers when calling Thomas “evil” by saying he’s “misunderstood.” At the start of series 2 RJC asked Fellowes if Thomas was still gay (i cannot verify the tone of this question), & there is a fucking I C O N I C video where at an American event, after being asked really rude questions about Thomas, someone asks the cast what they would get their character for Christmas, and RJC pipes up without smiling, “a boyfriend.” This is met with laughter and then when the audience sees a cast member clap they remember “oh right gay people aren’t a punchline I’m liberal” and start clapping. RJC continues, unsmiling. , “about time.” This promotion was before the series 3 premiere, which means not only is RJC calling out the lack of romance for Thomas iN PUBLIC, he essentially confirmed that Thomas wasn’t getting a boyfriend WHILE PROMOTING THE SERIES WHERE JIMMY FIRST APPEARS, effectively subverting the queerbaiting before it can be done. The gifs really convey how Done he is better because he’s got Customer Service face on, but I’ll link the video as well. The gifs: https://evelynnapier.tumblr.com/post/38358172592 The video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=hSElswli95E Okay with all this in mind, PILOT:

--While I’ve repressed can’t find the exact quote Julian Fellowes tells RDJ and Charlie Cox something along the lines of, don’t worry, your characters are gay but I know making you kiss would be “too pushy.” --Rob James-Collier objects that actually, he feels the characters WOULD kiss here. No word on CC’s take on this to my knowledge but like, if he didn’t want to do it his would be the deciding vote and if he didn’t wanna do it he’d have the authority of the showrunner on his side, so. If you watch the scene, not only do they have a regular mouth smooch, but RJC also throws in as many hand-kisses as he can while Charlie is saying his lines. Charlie leans into a caress at one point. If you look on my blog the same month/day as the post that lead you to asking me this, i had like a full meltdown featuring screenshots about how much gay physicality they squeezed into a like 45 second window written by a dude who thought gay kissing was a bridge too far. psuedo source on both of the above: https://festeringfae.tumblr.com/post/178539316648/leelajoy716-twopennyprince-im-listening-to Now, THE SMOKING GUN WHICH INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS POST:

This is Charlie Cox about the Downton pilot. Two things really jump out at me here, one involving a lot of ~analysis~ and the other one being blatant and hilarious: 1) While this is obviously just a dude who had a one off part he had several years ago paraphrasing, it is interesting to note that not only does Thomas/Rob NOT say I love you in the scene, but Charlie Cox/The Duke’s entire role consists of him coming to Downton in order to steal back the letters he sent T/R in order to avoid blackmail before dumping him. The fact that CC remembers this scene with “love” between both of the men, whereas the actual script is just about one scheming asshole assuming another scheming asshole would blackmail him after they broke up over not being able to see each other much suggests that Charlie Cox thought of these character’s relationship in terms of “people who like or liked each other at one point but just can’t be together due to societal circumstances” way more than the script did. And the fact that he can remember Rob’s name even though as far as I know they only met & knew each other shooting like 2 scenes on a pilot & never saw each other again suggests that he, like, cared about talking to Rob more than studying the script (which has their characters names on it) in order to do this role. Also suggests that Charlie Cox didn’t ever, like, continue watching the show after the pilot lol. 2) JULIAN FELLOWES. THOUGHT ASKING TWO STRAIGHT ACTORS TO KISS. WAS “TOO FAR.” BUT WAS OKAY WITH ASKING CHARLIE COX TO SAY “ONE SWALLOW DOESN’T MAKE A SUMMER.” GIVEN THE LEVEL OF CRASS IN THE REST OF THE SERIES, JULIAN FELLOWES’ BACKGROUND, AND THIS KNOWLEDGE, WE CAN VERY SAFELY ASSUME THIS MEANS JULIAN FELLOWES WROTE THE DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH QUOTING ARISTOTLE’S “ONE SWALLOW DOESN’T MAKE A SUMMER” AND LITERALLY DID NOT THINK IT HAD ANY OTHER CONNOTATION THAN ABOUT THE TYPE OF BIRD CALLED A SWALLOW. Clearly, because Charlie Cox’s friends quote it to him all the time, and he remembered the exact phrase even though he doesn’t remember the rest of the dialogue or even Rob’s character’s name, CHARLIE COX KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO SOUND LIKE “JUST BECAUSE I SUCKED YOUR DICK DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE SOULMATES.” The line is still in the pilot which MEANS it is highly likely that Charlie Cox did not POINT THIS OUT. If you know anything about RJC's sense of humor (or honestly? even just the above ‘is so not posh that he protests changing his name to something more posh sounding’), you can safely assume that HE absolutely knew what it sounded like, and also did not snitch. The line is still in the pilot, along with the aforementioned kissing. MY CONCLUSION: Charlie Cox and Rob James-Collier absolutely spent the pilot of Downton Abbey in an unspoken agreement that it was dogshit written by a homophobic conservative but that they were going to cram as much gay stuff into it as possible.

#THE PEOPLE WANT A WILD RIDE I GIVE THEM A WILD RIDE #thomas barrow #Anonymous

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