#it's been a while since i was really making edits

[that-one-girl2020]

The Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 1

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: I thought that they all deserved to have their series of silly shenanigans like I’ve seen idols do. I’ve really only watched the Run! BTS series so I’m just kind of winging it but I’ll also use requests that you guys send to my inbox or put in the comments.

Synopsis: For the first episode of this series, the Saja Boys, Huntr/x, and you go head to head in your first boys vs girls competition and end up getting messy with paint!

TW: Fluff, competitiveness, chaos, shenanigans, etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

Divider credit: @numbpill

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“How did they get this all set up so quickly…?”

“Money and firm encouragement?”

“Guys, guys, guys, this is so satisfying to squish!”

“Won’t it be confusing that blue is for us and pink is for the guys…?”

“But it’s our colors!”

“I think the guys look hot in pink.”

“Awww, thank you, sweetheart!”

“Ack— Chungae!”

Beeeeeeep

“Hello and welcome to…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

Despite the earlier chaos, the group was now mostly in order, all standing in a line before the camera. All of them were matching somewhat with camouflage patterns and colors in their outfits but the girls had blue face paint on and the guys had pink.

Rumi and Jinu continued introducing the series. “Since the Saja Boys joined our company, management gave us the okay to officially start a series of shenanigans together,” Rumi gestured to the two idol groups plus the one solo artist.

Jinu chuckled, “Yeah, management might start regretting that really soon…” Kwan jokingly shoved him and the two laughed.

“Should we do introductions?” Zoey chimed, leaning over to look at Rumi.

Chungae also leaned forward to look at the leaders, “Do we have to? I feel like if they’re watching then they already know us.” Zoey waved at the pinkette who chuckled and waved back before the two straightened up.

“I think we’re going to film an introductory episode later so I don’t think we have to here,” Rumi looked at the camera and set people for clarification. “Yeah, I’m getting several thumbs up, so we’re good. Jinu, you wanna explain what we’re doing today?”

Jinu nodded, “Yeah!” He pulled out a few cards to read their instructions while some graphics took over the screen to animate the game they would be playing. “Today we are playing capture the flag but with a twist! Each team has been armed with water balloons full of their respective team color. If you get nailed with the opposite team's color then you have to go back to your flag to revive before making another attempt on the opposite flag. But! There’s also a point system, each time a player is hit, the overall team point average goes down five points. If you succeed in capturing the opposite team’s flag and bring it back to yours, then you’ll gain fifty points. Each team will start with fifty points.”

“And no cheating!” Rumi pointedly looked at each demon, meaning that the use of supernatural senses deliberately would not be allowed.

“Does the team get a prize when they win?” Jum asked curiously, looking at the two group leaders.

Jinu read off his cards, “It says that the production team will reveal the prize before the game begins.”

The group looked at the team behind the cameras and Bobby’s voice sounded, “The prize for the winning team will be… A limited edition (Y/n) poster collection that is to be released next week, each poster was drawn by (Y/n) herself!”

You gasped, your face going red while the others cheered and whooped. “Bobby!”

Mira cackled, “Bobby really knows us too well!”

“It will be mine!” Kwan whooped, pumping his fists.

Even Hyeon was grinning, “We have the numbers advantage.”

Zoey swung an arm around you, “Yeah, well we have the (Y/n) advantage!”

Rumi nodded, smirking, “Yeah, don’t tell us that you’ll actually be able to pelt (Y/n) with paint.”

The boys froze. They hadn’t considered that part yet. “Sorry pretty girl, but we may have to get some paint on you…”

You squinted at them dubiously, “That’s kind of the point of the game, you dorks.”

“Okay, let’s hit it!” Rumi cheered and the group whooped as they went to their sides of the warehouse set.

While each team got into their places, the camera panned to different shots, showing all the obstacles between the two flags. There were nets to climb, padded mats making up different structures, hard structures to climb and jump off of, tunnels, and even some monkey-bar-like structures to climb on. Yeah, Bobby was fully aware of how athletic everyone was. There was also some text at the bottom of the screen saying, ‘do not attempt this at home.’

Each team armed with handfuls of water balloons filled with paint and goggles over their eyes, a whistle was blown and chaos descended. Mira and Zoey remained at the flag to defend—Mira being a tank and Zoey with the best aim and accuracy—while the two sisters went on the offensive. Rumi went up, climbing up the structures and leaping between them to get a higher ground advantage, nailing Kwan in the abs with a paint balloon.

“Aw, come on!” He shouted, running back to his flag.

You went more for stealth, darting between structures and even taking Jum out from behind, “Sorry Baby!”

“No worries, still love you, beautiful.”

“I would hope so!”

Rumi yelped as she dodged a balloon that splattered on the ground behind her, looking up to find Jinu readying to throw another balloon at her. It became a quick game of dodge balloon as the two faced off until Jinu almost slipped in some paint and couldn’t dodge Rumi’s next throw.

You squeaked when a balloon exploded on the corner of a structure you just ducked behind. You peeked your head out to see Chungae frozen. “Sorry sweetheart, I thought you were one of the others!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “Lovey. I reiterate. That is literally the point of the game, why are you apologizing?!”

“I didn’t wanna hit you though!”

“Well, then I’m gonna hit you!”

Chungae spread his arms openly, “Do it then.”

You deadpanned at him. “Lovey.”

“I must atone for my crimes against my goddess!”

You had nothing else to say. You threw a balloon at him, covering his chest in blue paint.

Kwan tried to brute force his way through, charging at Mira and Zoey with a war cry, valiantly dodging their first few throws. It didn’t work though and he ended up stumbling into obstacles on his way back to the Saja Boys’ flag while wiping paint off his goggles.

The chaos went on for a little bit with the boys trying to deter you from advancing by throwing their balloons at the space around you. It worked for a little bit as Rumi kept Jinu from advancing past the halfway point, sometimes taking out Kwan and Chungae too but Mira and Zoey were able to handle them if the two got past you and Rumi.

In the end, you ended up just taking a straight route to the boys, disregarding the obstacles as you walked towards Hyeon and Jum, who were currently guarding the flag.

“Princess, don’t make us do this,” Hyeon pleaded with you, holding a balloon aloft.

You looked at him flatly, “Then do it. That is the. Point. Of. The. Game.”

Both men were grimacing as if the idea of throwing one of the paint balloons at you physically pained them. Jum actually managed to throw it but it landed halfway between you. It didn’t even pop.

The three of you looked down at it and then back at each other. “Really?” You put your hands on your hips.

The boys looked at each other. Then their eyes lit up and you looked at them warily as they dropped their balloons and started inching towards you with their hands raised. “What’re you guys doing…?”

Hyeon smirked, “Rules didn’t say anything about us hindering each other.”

“Come here, beautiful,” Jum cooed.

Your eyes widened with realization and you tried to dart around them but Jum snagged your wrist, giving Hyeon the opening he needed to start tickling you. You immediately sank to the ground, trying to escape them but they merely followed you down as you laughed uncontrollably.

“St-hahahahap! This—hahahaha—this is—haha—cheating!”

The two had wide grins on their faces as your laugh infected them with giddy joy, “Wasn’t in the rules, princess.”

“Hahaha! I ca-can’t hahaha brea—hahah—eathe!”

You were so cute when you were laughing like you were dying.

They continued tickling you until you were a puddle on the ground, panting for breath and too weak to move. Anytime you did, they would just tickle you again.

Eventually, the game came to an end with a paint covered Jinu returning with the girls’ flag. However, when the points were tallied, the girls ended up winning due to how many hits the guys had taken—making them whine and faux cry in defeat while the girls celebrated.

“And here’s a surprise bonus round!” Bobby’s voice sounded when all of you were lined up and the points tallied. “Whoever can hit (Y/n) with a paint balloon will get their pick of the (Y/n) merch currently in production.”

You blushed again, whining, “Bobbbbyyyyy!”

Each of them were armed with a balloon while you just stood there, flatly looking at each of them while they hemmed and hawed.

Rumi shook her head sadly, “I can’t. She’s my sister.”

Mira squinted in consideration, pursing her lips. “It feels… sacrilegious.” You facepalmed at that one.

“I feel like if I threw this then I would have to remove my own hands in repentance afterwards,” Kwan crossed his arms.

“Is there some kind of loophole?” Zoey’s mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to hit you without actually hitting you.

Hyeon hadn’t even tried to pick up his paint balloon, giving up before he even thought about trying. “Can’t do it.”

Jinu grimaced, tilting his head, “Maybe if we put a blanket on her to protect her…? No. Nope,” He shook his head in defeat.

Chungae dropped his balloon, letting it fall to the ground, “I already almost hit her and I felt like I was about to be struck down on the spot.”

Jum, your last hope of not going home clean, seemed to be weighing his options. “Is it worth it when I could just sneak into production…? Nah, I’m not gonna.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up, “Oh please.” You marched over, snatching the balloon from Jinu’s hands and throwing it at your own feet, splattering your own shoes in paint. “Bobby, does that count?”

“Sure!”

“Cool, I want my pick of Huntr/x and Saja merch from production!”

“You got it!”

The nine of you moved back into line before the cameras to do the outro. “Well, that was fun, right guys?”

The nine of you cheered and whooped, Chungae wiping some of the paint from his arm on Jinu’s face. “Yeah! Well now that this series has officially begun, drop ideas that you guys wanna see us do in the comments below and stay tuned for our next episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Bye!”

“See you next time!”

“Drink water!”

“Drink soda pop!”

“Later!”

“Bye guyssss!~”

“Love you guys!”

“Thanks for watching!”

“Stay tuned!”

A/N: Send ideas for shenanigans in the comments below or to my inbox! No outtakes for this series because I feel like it’s already chaotic enough…? Let me know if you guys want me to do like, a comment thread instead of outtakes—like, fans reacting to the episodes?

Just gonna use my usual taglist for my regular KPDH posts and not my RR! KPDH taglist so let me know if you don’t want on the taglist for this chaos series.

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[toziertoes]

this fandom dissappoints me a lot

i'm not typically one to get on here and rant but MAN, the camp camp tumblr feed needs something that isn't just straight up threats from 20 year old chronically online unemployed camp camp fans right now

you guys are so immature, as much as we all love dadvid OBVIOUSLY it's not going to be canon, why are we flaming the people who gave up their time for this

yes i agree that max's neglect is probably deeper than just having "busy parents" but is that something to jump to death threats about?? absolutely not. there's better ways to handle your headcanon not being confirmed, and it's not by crying to tumblr with stupid edited memes, you are grown ass people

to add on streamily lowkey set miles and jordan up, their moderation was horrible - resulting in spamming and a lot of people's questions not getting answered. they should've known that this Q&A was going to be a big event and prepared the live properly, the pacing was definitely an issue aswell, and i feel there were certain questions that miles and jordan couldn't answer resulting in them being spammed and clogging up the chat - really this should've been made clear before the stream

but anyways back to fandom, holy shit you guys make me pissed, i had to close the chat before the live even started because certain people were trying to start drama?? literally what the hell 😭 my server got mentioned and someome said "i'm banned from like every discord server!!!" and kept going on about it, like dude i wonder why like atp youre clearly the issue gtfo... also its so clear miles and jordan were uncomfortable after the whole dadvid/max talk, i think they know they shouldn't have answered it but on the other hand if they didn't you guys would probably just spam them about it anyway. STOP MIXING UP FANON WITH CANON!!!

anyway yall need to grow the hell up i genuinley cannot with you guys, ESPECIALLY the person who was saying sexual things about miles in the live, seriously syfm and go outside

in conclusion i'm upset i didnt get any of my questions answered, but at the end of the day we got some episode insights, and i'm very happy about max's birthday confirmation and profession (my little camera guy 🥹) the photography thing was a hc of mine for a while so i'm so glad to see it end up somewhere in miles and jordan's vision

after all this backlash i hope they still provide us with more new content, but i wouldnt blame them if they didn't - i also wish we got a genuine confirmation of camp camp's closure or reopening, and i do feel that should've been set in stone before they streamed since it led to a lot of let down

conclusion you all need to get off the internet for a while i feel

[enha-heran]

the summer I knew, before every summer after

masterlist | wattpad

timeline: 2025

synopsis: it's august and jungwon and heran are living for the hope of it all. young, in love, and holding onto each other with every crash of the waves on the shore. but what started as another one of heran's silly questions, ended up in a warm, and ever so full realization for jungwon.

a/n: this is for the nonnie who said they had a horrible day last week <3 and since everyone has been asking for some fluff! this came to me on a whim, full of realizations about heran and jungwon that just make my heart so full. they're still pretty young but as susannah said, "when you know, you know." and yes, this is exactly what susannah would have wanted

there were many things jungwon had learned to accept over the years.

like the fact that sometimes there was really nothing he could do to mend an issue. or how no matter how many times he told ni-ki to stop sneaking into heran’s studio to (A) record a song, and (B) hunt down the diss track he was convinced existed about him, ni-ki would still try anyway.

there were big things, and there were little things—all carrying their own weight of disappointment at the end of the day.

but there was one thing, one microscopic little peeve, that jungwon just never got over.

and it started with a man. a man named spencer reid.

the magnitude of heran’s crush on him never sat right with jungwon. he still remembered sitting beside her on the dorm couch years ago, watching from the corner of his eye as her entire face lit up every time reid said something that screamed “I have a PhD and work for the FBI.”

he tried to shake it off. half-jokingly muttering under his breath, “keep it in your pants,” before subtly tightening his arm around her during every scene that made her react a little too much.

heran, of course, noticed eventually. and with the smallest amount of teasing, made it clear that no fictional character would ever come close to him. hard to believe when said girlfriend lived in her head 80% of the time, but her quick pecks on his lips were just enough to dissolve the pout on his face—even if they didn’t cure the bubbling jealousy.

so jungwon let it go. even when she giggled at apencer reid edits on tiktok while lying next to him in bed. he raised his hands in surrender.

but then came this excruciating, aggravating new presence years later.

like most of their silly conversations, it began with heran asking a hypothetical question.

“would you cheat on me if we were on a break?”

jungwon froze, towel still in his hands, fresh out of the shower. on the hotel bed, heran sat comfortably with her phone in hand, wearing the most serious look he’d ever seen on her.

he blinked. she blinked. then she casually looked back down at her phone.

“…”

jungwon knew this game. he had played it before. with her. so he took a deep breath.

“first of all, we were on a break at one point,” he said flatly. “and second—I would rather die than cheat on you.”

heran narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious, like she was trying to poke holes in his testimony.

“okay, but how about twice? like if I said—”

“—I just said I wouldn’t do it!” he cut her off, throwing his hands up.

“see, now that’s what they all say.”

“they?? who’s they??” his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

but heran didn’t bother answering, too busy adjusting her position against the headboard. “okay, so what if you cheated at a party, right? And then I show up and lose my mind. what would you do?”

“I—” his brain short-circuited. none of the outcomes he pictured made sense. “I’d… run after you obviously.”

heran hummed, nodding as though she was checking boxes off a mental clipboard.

“and I’d try and—” he stopped himself mid-sentence, shaking his head. “nope. not finishing that.”

heran sat up in frustration. “why not? bro, just answer. I’m not gonna kill you.”

his jaw clenched. that word. bro. he had banned her from using it a hundred times, but there was never any escape.

“let’s try that one again,” he said slowly.

heran’s mouth fell open in disbelief, eyes rolling so hard she might’ve passed out. “sorry. please, boyfriend, finish your sentence.”

he shook his head firmly. “I’m not finishing it because it’s stupid and it would never happen. and if it did happen, then by all means—end my life.”

heran groaned, flopping over the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

there was a moment of blessed silence. jungwon thought maybe—maybe—the storm had passed.

until she perked right back up.

“would you propose to me?”

jungwon’s face turned scarlet in a second. “wh—what?” his words tangled in panic.

heran sighed, utterly disappointed in his density. “like, as a way to win me back after you cheated. would you propose? right there. no ring. no getting on one knee. just… raw desperation.”

What. The. Fuck.

those were the only words jungwon’s brain managed to spit out as the moment stretched painfully on. his eyes flicked across her face, lingering on her lips—not with any real intent, just a nervous tic.

“baby…” his voice was careful, wary. “what show are you watching?”

he knew her too well. and she was too damn smug about it.

which is how he ended up curled beside her in their hotel bed for the next few nights after concerts, laptop balanced between them, rewatching the summer I turned pretty.

not because he wanted to.

not because he cared.

but because he needed answers.

he needed to know what kind of unhinged dialogue had possessed his girlfriend into ambushing him with that line of questioning.

at first, jungwon watched stiffly, arms crossed, clearly above it all. heran laughed at his deadpan commentary, patting his knee whenever he scoffed too loudly at the characters’ decisions.

but somewhere around the end of season one, his arms had unfolded. by mid-season two, he was leaning forward, scowling at the screen like a betrayed man every time jeremiah entered a scene.

“why is he always just there?” jungwon grumbled one night, throwing popcorn back into the bowl with more force than necessary.

heran nearly choked trying not to laugh. “you’re invested.”

“I’m concerned,” he shot back. “for your taste in shows. that’s it.”

but she caught the way his jaw clenched during every cliffhanger, the way his grip tightened on the blanket when belly inevitably made another catastrophic choice. and she definitely noticed when he started predicting dialogue seconds before it happened.

by the time they reached season three, jungwon was deep in the trenches.

but unfortunately, that’s when he encountered something worse.

blue-eyed. perfect hair. suddenly working on himself.

conrad fisher.

heran giggled knowingly at jungwon’s side while he sat rigid, expression darkening by the second.

first, spencer reid. now this.

the man couldn’t catch a break.

by the time they hit episode three, he had learned two things about watching the summer I turned pretty with heran:

she had absolutely no shame in announcing her allegiance to conrad fisher every five minutes.

he, jungwon, would never know peace again.

so when conrad appeared on screen, leading Belly to the peach stand like some boy-next-door prince with perfect hair, jungwon immediately braced himself.

heran leaned forward, practically vibrating. “oh my god, this is the scene.”

“the scene of what?” jungwon asked cautiously.

she didn’t answer—too engrossed as belly bit into a peach, juice running down her chin. and then conrad—fucking conrad—leaned closer, tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, and wiped her chin with it.

the room went silent except for the sound of heran’s sharp inhale.

her head whipped toward jungwon, eyes wide, clutching his arm with both hands like she’d just witnessed a holy vision. “do you see this? do you understand how insane that is? that is ROMANCE.”

jungwon blinked at the screen in horror. “...he just used his shirt as a napkin.”

heran gasped, betrayed. “It’s so much more than that! It’s the intimacy, the casual comfort, the way he looks at her like she’s the only person in the world. jungwon—he sacrificed his shirt for her face. Do you know how insane that is?”

jungwon turned slowly, staring at her with a mix of disbelief and despair. “baby. you literally use my shirt to wipe your makeup off when you’re too lazy to get a towel. where’s my cinematic praise?”

heran ignored him entirely, eyes glued to the screen as belly laughed nervously and conrad smiled in that devastatingly gentle way that seemed tailor-made to ruin jungwon’s night.

he dragged his hands down his face. “great. fantastic. I just got dethroned by a peach stand and a cotton t-shirt.”

but heran was too far gone, whispering under her breath like she was narrating her own wattpad fic. “he’s so thoughtful. look at him. that’s everything.”

jungwon turned his head toward the ceiling, silently begging the universe for strength. of all the battles he thought he’d fight in life, losing his girlfriend’s heart to a man with peaches and good lighting was not on the list.

by the time wednesday rolled around, he had accepted his fate.

he wasn’t just “watching for research” anymore. he was… invested. against his better judgment. against his pride. against the part of him that swore he would never let a fictional love triangle threaten his relationship.

yet here he was, curled up in their hotel bed again, laptop balanced between them, waiting for episode 4—last christmas—to drop.

heran was practically buzzing beside him, hugging a pillow like it was life support. “I’ve been waiting all week for this,” she whispered.

jungwon’s jaw ticked. so have I, he thought grimly, like he was preparing for battle.

the episode started innocently enough. snow, christmas lights, sentimental flashbacks. jungwon actually let himself relax for a second.

and then the scene hit.

the flashback. the guest bedroom.

conrad and Belly alone, voices low, faces too close, and then—soft laughter, lingering touches, whispered words that made heran gasp like she’d just been handed oxygen after drowning.

she grabbed jungwon’s arm so hard he almost dropped the laptop.

jungwon’s mouth fell open. his brain short-circuited. “WHAT IS THIS?? why are they—why is she—why are his HANDS—”

“shh!” heran hissed, eyes wide, locked onto the screen. “you’re ruining it.”

“I’M RUINING IT? they’re in a guest bedroom! this is a FAMILY HOLIDAY!” jungwon’s voice climbed an octave, every nerve in his body firing off at once.

heran didn’t even blink. her face was glowing, utterly entranced, as belly leaned into conrad and he murmured something just low enough to make jungwon’s stomach flip.

“heran.” jungwon’s tone was sharp, desperate. “look at me. look at me right now.”

she waved him off like background noise, eyes glued to the screen. “not now, babe. this is… this is cinema.”

jungwon nearly combusted on the spot. cinema? CINEMA? the audacity of calling this—this borderline fanfiction moment—cinema when he had literally written her valentine’s day letters in his own handwriting was enough to make his head spin.

by the time the flashback ended, heran was practically melting into the mattress, sighing in that way that made him want to walk straight into traffic.

he sat frozen, jaw clenched, staring at the dark screen reflection of himself like a man who had just witnessed a crime. 

the episode faded to black, soft music carrying over the credits.

heran let out a dreamy sigh, body sinking deeper into the pillows like she’d just witnessed shakespeare reincarnated. jungwon hadn’t moved an inch—still stiff, jaw tight, staring at the laptop screen like it had personally betrayed him.

before she could even reach for the remote, she whispered, “jungwon—”

“read my mind,” he cut her off, voice low, sharp, almost impatient.

and before she could blink, his hand was at the back of her neck and his mouth was on hers.

the kiss was nothing like their usual soft, teasing ones—it was desperate, heated, laced with the jealousy and restless tension that had been gnawing at him the entire hour. he kissed her like he had something to prove, like every ounce of irritation he’d swallowed over conrad had combusted into this single moment.

heran made a startled noise against his lips, but her surprise melted instantly into eagerness. she pulled him closer, tugging at his hair, tasting the edge of his frustration in the way his teeth grazed her lower lip.

for once, the laptop was forgotten. the fictional world on-screen evaporated.

there was no conrad. no belly. no guest bedroom.

just jungwon—warm, solid, and very, very real.

when he finally pulled back, breath ragged, his forehead rested against hers. His voice was husky.

“cinema, huh?”

heran laughed breathlessly, cheeks flushed. “better.”

and with that, he kissed her again, determined to make her forget every single scene she had just swooned over.

two wednesdays later, it was déjà vu.

same bed. same laptop. same couple, pretending they weren’t that couple who organized their week around a teen drama.

heran had snacks lined up like she was prepping for war, hair tied back, eyes laser-focused. jungwon, meanwhile, sat with his arms crossed and a scowl ready to go.

the episode played smoothly. for the first forty minutes, they were united—a rare alliance forged in pure, unfiltered Jeremiah slander. every time he appeared, jungwon scoffed so loud heran almost choked on her chips.

“bro’s giving consolation prize energy,” jungwon muttered when jeremiah delivered yet another mopey speech.

“seriously,” heran sighed, rolling her eyes. "I can't wait until he dies."

they were thriving in their hate. a perfect, cozy little bubble of shared judgment.

until the last eight minutes hit.

onscreen, belly sat at the cousins house, scribbling thank-you notes when conrad appeared—dripping wet, limping, blood trailing behind him like a crime scene.

heran shot upright instantly. “oh my god, oh my god, THIS IS IT—”

jungwon’s shoulders stiffened. he’d seen this scene floating around twitter. he knew what was coming.

conrad brushed belly off at first, insisting he could deal with it. but when he nearly stumbled from pain, belly rushed after him, following the trail of blood upstairs.

and then—the scene unfolded.

belly sitting in front of him, trying to clean out his leg while he winced, sharp breaths breaking through clenched teeth. he hissed, almost whimpered, head dropping against her shoulder for support. the air between them charged instantly, intimate in a way that had jungwon gripping the sheets.

heran’s hand flew to her mouth. “stop. stop. STOP—”

jungwon’s jaw dropped. “are you SEEING this?? he’s literally using her as a crutch! this man is WHIMPERING on her shoulder—”

“shhh, let him whimper!” she snapped, eyes glued to the screen, voice almost reverent.

jungwon gawked at her. “LET HIM—HERAN. do you HEAR yourself right now? he’s BLEEDING and you’re acting like this is the notebook.”

but heran was gone, locked in, watching as conrad squeezed his eyes shut, breath shaky, trying and failing to mask how much it hurt.

jungwon’s voice broke. “he’s literally in pain! he needs a hospital, not her sitting there with—”

heran smacked his arm without looking away. “shut up, this is peak slow-burn payoff.”

and then conrad shifted closer, head leaning fully into belly’s shoulder, lips parting like he might actually confess something if not for the throbbing cut.

heran made a noise jungwon had never heard before—a sharp inhale that was half-swoon, half-dagger to his pride.

he whipped toward her, scandalized. “you’re blushing. you’re actually BLUSHING over a thigh wound!”

“don’t talk to me,” she whispered hoarsely, transfixed.

when the credits finally rolled, she collapsed back against the pillows, breathless, hand pressed dramatically to her chest. “wow. wow. I need a minute.”

jungwon sat rigid, glaring at the black screen reflection of himself like he’d just lived through the most humiliating betrayal. 

heran was still buzzing when the screen went black, half-sitting, half-sprawled across the bed as if her body couldn’t decide whether to combust or collapse.

“do you realize what we just witnessed?” she demanded, gesturing wildly with a chip still in her hand. “that was not just a wound-cleaning scene, jungwon. That was tension. that was shakespearean tension. that was—”

he hummed faintly, arms crossed, staring at her with the kind of intensity that would make anyone else shrink. but she wasn’t anyone else. she was pacing verbally, tripping over her own excitement, hair falling out of its tie as she explained—no, lectured—the dramatic weight of conrad’s limp and the way belly’s hands shook when she touched him.

“—and the way he leaned on her?” she clasped her hands together, squeezing them as if reliving it. “that’s the kind of vulnerability writers pray for. that’s trust. that’s… ugh. no notes.”

jungwon should’ve rolled his eyes. should’ve argued, poked holes in her logic, complained that bleeding out on a sofa is not romantic. but instead he just… listened. really listened. to the cadence of her voice, the way she bit her lip when she was gathering her thoughts, the animated shift of her hands slicing through the air.

god, she was beautiful when she was like this. lit from the inside out, unguarded, entirely herself.

she caught him staring and frowned. “why are you looking at me like that? Don’t tell me you’re finally converted—”

“I’m not converted,” he said quickly, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “I just like hearing you talk.”

heran blinked, thrown off. “…about fictional men bleeding out?”

“about anything,” he admitted, softer this time.

she rolled her eyes, flustered, but he could see the pink dusting her cheeks even in the dim light. she shoved a chip in his mouth like a distraction tactic, but he only chewed slowly, still watching her.

and that’s when it hit him.

weeks ago, she had teased him—half-joking, half-testing—asking if he would ever propose to her in some ridiculous “prove your love” scenario after betrayal. he’d brushed it off back then, scoffing at the absurdity.

but right now, sitting cross-legged on a messy bed surrounded by snack wrappers, watching her gush about a TV couple like it was a matter of life and death… he knew.

he would propose. not because of some grand drama or to earn forgiveness. but because there was no universe where he could picture himself with anyone else.

the thought was simple, terrifyingly clear. I’m going to marry her.

and in typical jungwon fashion, he didn’t say it aloud. he just leaned back against the headboard, stealing one of her chips and letting her words wash over him, grounding himself in the sound of her voice.

heran was still going, still animated, still heran. and he sat there, quiet and steady, storing away every second—knowing someday he’d look back on nights like this and realize they were the closest thing to vows long before he ever got down on one knee.

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I just need someone to talk to about this lol. I saw this tiktok from the Hello Magazine account. They asked people on the streets which royal they think had the highest A level results. Most of the respondents very confidently answered Harry. There was one who said Princess Anne, then another one who said Kate. Idk if they just edited it to include many Harry answers to make it funny and to bait comments, but Harry’s PR needs to be studied because since when was he able to turn around his reputation to being thought of as the one with the highest A level results. This was in the UK btw.

Also if you watch the video it kinda confirms the Harry is popular with people narrative. Like one was even like “I’m gonna go with my boy Harry” while another one even switched up William and Philip’s names. It does make me wonder how William manages to stay popular in polls because when people are approached in the streets, it seems Harry really is more popular. (Although the sample size shown in the tiktok is less than 10 lol)

Well, two thoughts.

1. Sounds like the respondents could’ve been prompted by a list of royals because absolutely no one with any sense would’ve said “Harry” considering he didn’t go to university.

2. It also sounds like this might’ve been Sussex PR working with Hello, especially if the majority of respondents said “Harry.”

Sorry, a third thought. Don’t forget that Hello is People Magazine - Hello is the British People so if the Sussexes work with People, the Sussexes work with Hello.

[harpy-ribs]

AU lore: Proxies

First of all, proxies in my AU are pretty much the same thing as in the "canon" people in the service of Slenderman, which he can control. However, they are not normal people; working in the name of Slenderman requires you to be more than human, hence the little environment concept here:

In my AU, Slenderman is represented by maggots and flies. I really like the idea of scavengers and voracity, hence why I picked this. His "nest" is made out of flesh and organic materials.

This is particularly how proxies are "made".

(Puppet making is not included in this image, but it's basically controlling corpses that don't have souls or will anymore. If a proxy disobeys too much or dies prematurely, they might be turned into a puppet by Slenderman.) The image above represents the Incubation stage, inspired by the maggot's "pupa" stage before it becomes a fly. I'm still hesitating to make an actual mansion or to just go haywire and say it's just a nest underneath the ground like ants or hornets.

As said in the timeline of becoming a proxy, there are two ways to "start" the process, either by signing a contract with Slenderman, like both Toby and Wern did or by getting infected. Being infected is basically being trapped in the role of a proxy by ingesting Slenderman's maggots. Once they get into your body, they will infest your brain and make you have hallucinations and make it possible for mind control to happen. To complete the transformation, there is an incubation which will last for a varying amount of time (Toby barely one year, whereas Wern took 13 years to emerge). Once this happens, the proxies' bodies will be "locked" in time and won't be able to grow older; they'll develop a connection to other proxies, making it possible for a telephatic connection to form, and they will benefit from superhuman senses and strength. (mostly inspired by animals)

Most of the proxies do not get along, while Slenderman has control over them and can mind-control them; this uses a lot of their brain tissue to do so, which can result in death. Proxies have different philosophies on how they respond to Slenderman's orders:

Toby will do it without question, obeying without needing any mind control involved, as he's a contractor, he knew what he was going into when he signed and did it joyfully, believing Slenderman to be his saviour. Whereas others, like Tim and Brian, who have been infected against their will, do everything to fight against the order by willingly sabotaging missions and, in rare cases, just not doing what is asked of them until they get mind-controlled to do so.

BONUS: Animal associated with each proxy :D (if any of you even made it this far)

[THIS WAS EDITED]

Toby is associated with the coyote because of the lore I've rewritten for him(which is more or less inspired by native american folklore and centred around his pyromania); also, it's a scavenger and a win is a win.

Wren (my Oc) is associated with the Vulture (hence why it's her entire gimmick lol)

Kate is associated with the huntsman spider; while it's harmless to humans, it's known for "stalking" its prey and moving extremely fast; however, it doesn't have much stamina, unlike other spiders that move a little slower. (I switched Kate and Brian because I thought she goes faster than all the others)

For both Tim, I'm still doubting what I picked for them, so I'm putting them together for the time being. Tim is represented by the bear as it is a symbol of protection, and I saw a post years ago about him using his "alter ego" as a way to protect himself, and I found this pretty cool.

So I was hesitant for Brian after removing his association to the huntsman spider but I think the panther is pretty great since it's just a big stalker and it climbs on tree pretty funny since YK he ... Falls 🙃

That's it, Gulliver out (new seagull meme lol)

[emmathefanficgal]

Her Dark secret - My first Bucky Fanfic.

You can find it on AO3

It is fluff and a bit of angst for our favorite guy. Hope you'll like it.

In fact, it is really tooth rotting fluff, sprinkled with a bit of angst. Ah well.

(note : English is not my first language and even with a beta reader, thanks @dilettantefeminist, when I edit I may add mistakes, so sorry in advance)

Her Dark Secret (below the cut)

Bucky would like to come live with you. But something is bothering you. What are you hiding from him? What is your secret?

- 4K words - Established relationship - funny - no use of y/n

Bucky is waiting nervously at the coffee shop. When she arrives, he feels the same burst of absurd happiness as the first time she said yes to a date. And when she sees him, the smile that blooms on her face makes his heart race. She walks briskly, moving as if dancing, towards the table where he is already installed with her order.

“You remember. You always remember.”

“Always for you.”

She catches his hands, both of them, and put a few kisses on his knuckles, waking the butterflies in his belly. For a moment, Bucky forgets everything, as she’s drinking her latte while watching him over the rim of her cup, a smile in her eyes. Then Bucky takes a deep breath. He has something he wants to talk with her about today.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” There’s a little twinkle in her eyes as she looks at him. Bucky feels himself blushing. She nods gently as if encouraging him to go on.

“You know... We discussed a bit about this… I mean...” his voice falters.

“Bucky? You okay?”

“Yes! Yes. I was wondering… Or rather… I was thinking about… spending more time with you.”

He looks at her. Her eyes, with those long lashes that flutter when he brings her close, are on him. Bucky feels as if he will never be able to tear his gaze away from her. He swallows.

“Maybe I could come over at your apartment… full time?”

~~~

Bucky squeezes your hands gently in his. His metallic fingers are cold but yours are even colder. Your heart is beating wildly. Did you understand correctly? For a moment, you’re too stunned to answer. He’s looking at you, trying to see, to understand. He seems to feel the sudden tension, the hesitation. You see something pass in his eyes like a cloud. And while he does not move, he seems to recoil into himself.

“I-I don’t want to rush you. It was just… you know… after our last discussion… Just something I thought about… no big deal.”

His eyes are darting everywhere now, everywhere but you. His face has gone paler. You feel his fingers slowly sliding away from yours. And it’s as if someone is tearing your heart apart. You grab his fleeing fingers and squeeze them tight in your hands.

“Hey. You… Well.” You chuckle. “You took me by surprise, you know? I’ve been living alone for a while… I’m an old girl.”

He laughs dryly. You notice the color slowly coming back but he is still tense.

“You’re not old.”

“Okay. Not compared to you.” You roll your eyes, “obviously.” And this time he laughs heartily. You smile back and, freeing one of your hands, you reach for his face and carefully traces his jaw with the tips of your fingers. He closes his eyes, oh so blue, and you feel your heart melting. With your other hand, you keep caressing his metallic knuckles.

“I just need some time… you know? To get my head around the fact that someone… Well not someone. You. That you would like to come live with me. It’s big…”

You are nervous. It has been too long since you had someone living full time in your space. You have your little habits. Many that are not really acceptable when you share a space with someone else. For Bucky, the words sound like a balm. You can see the little crinkle around his eyes, like the sun after a storm. He is smiling, chuckling sheepishly.

“I have to admit Doll, for a moment I-I thought… Maybe you didn’t want…” he gestures with his index finger from you to him, “you know, us…”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“No!” you squeeze his fingers tighter. “No. Bucky, I want us… of course!”

Once again, he laughs and shakes his head, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it. You can see his adam’s apple bob but he doesn’t say anything more, just waits for your next words.

“But you’ll need to give me some time to… well, re-arrange things… maybe hide a few secrets.” Bucky laughs and you smirk. “Just… let me make some space, okay?”

“If you need help for the apartment…” He is so ready to help, to be there for you, it’s endearing.

“I’ll call you, for sure… Don’t you worry.” You laugh but your heart skips a beat – and you worry, a teensy tiny bit, about all the things you’ll have to do.

~~~

The last moment of the conversation is running again and again in his mind. Maybe he is reading too much in it. Why did she hesitate? Why did her heartbeat spike? Is she afraid? Of someone? Something… Of him? Bucky’s steps falter and he stops. Is that it? Are you afraid of him? He looks at his metallic arm, flexing it, and feels a flash of anger. NO. Nonononono. She takes his hand in hers. She holds him close as night, she falls asleep on his left side. She never flinches when he touches her. She has held him through his worst nightmare. Even when he told her about it… Her heart never faltered.

Then… why? Why now?

Maybe she was just a bit overwhelmed, as she said. Maybe it was the novelty? Bucky bits his lips and slowly resumes his walk. But his mind refuses to give up the idea that something’s wrong.

Once again, he stops. Maybe she does not want him in her apartment and she only said that to appease him. She said she loves him. And she sounded earnest. But maybe she does not want him in her life as much as he yearns for it himself? After all, why would a girl like her want someone like him?

Maybe she has someone else in her life? Someone normal, without a past burdening him at every steps. And now that the thought has wormed its way in its mind, Bucky cannot let go of it, like a dog with a bone, he’s gnawing on the pain.

His hands clench and unclench, the soft whirring of his metallic wrist making him wince. Why would she choose him?

He knows he loves her. He wants her to be happy more than anything. But he needs to know. He does not want her pity. And if it is that? Then he will leave without a word. Because she deserves the best. And maybe he is not that.

~~~

Looking at the room, with all its boxes, you sigh. What are you going to do with these? You never really told Bucky about this… hobby of yours. Maybe you should have. It’s just… You wanted to impress him. You are still baffled that a man like him could fall in love, let alone want to live with, someone like you. You consider yourself average by beauty standards, even boring in your looks. And you don’t live an exciting life.

And the fact you still do these kind of… activities… It does not speak highly of your maturity. Not at least when you compare yourself to the other women gravitating around Bucky. They’re all so competent and capable of tackling worldwide problems. Definitively not like you.

You bite your lips. You want him in your life. Waking up at his side every morning, making breakfast for the two of you, being the first one he comes to after a mission. You really want to be there for him. Together in the good and bad moments of his life. That’s what you want, more than anything. Even worrying when he’s not here.

But you don’t want to throw all this part of your life, even if it is completely ridiculous. You scratch your head. You sigh again. Well, guess you’ll have to take down a few, put them back in their boxes… Put a cover over the biggest pieces. And close the door to this room, hoping Bucky won’t ask.

And maybe you’ll work on them only when he’s away on a mission. At least it’ll give you something to think about.

~~~

A few days later.

Bucky is following her. He knows it’s not right. She is not some kind of target. She is his girlfriend. And she’s working on her apartment so that they can live together. That’s what she said to him. But she has still little faltering in her heartbeat. And sometimes her eyes dart away from his.

Guilt is twisting his guts but he needs to know what she’s hiding. And this is why he lied to her, to coax the truth out. He said he was going on a mission, that he wouldn’t be back for a few days. And Bucky saw it. The slight release of tension, the smile a bit wider. And it tore his soul in half.

And this is why Bucky is now standing in front of her apartment, puzzled. She has gone back there. Not to someone else. Not a friend or… a lover. Maybe she has told him the truth?

His heart is beating wildly. He will feel horrible if he has been wrong… But what if he isn't? What if… her lover is waiting in her apartment. Jealousy flares and burns away his capacity to reason.

He waits before following her into her building, steps stiff, jaw squared painfully. When she closes the apartment door behind her, he moves silently to stand in front of it, waiting, listening. He hears a door open inside. A sigh coming from her.

“What in hell am I going to do with you? What’s Bucky going to think if he finds out?”

It’s as if lightening has struck him. Without thinking, Bucky opens the door of her apartment and storms inside, where he is welcomed by her startled scream. And something he wasn’t expecting.

~~~

“Bucky! What the hell?”

Your hand flies to your heart. You’re sure you almost had a heart attack. Bucky is standing in the doorway, his face white, his eyes cold at first… and then slowly melting to a mixture of confusion and incredulity.

Of course. You know what he’s looking at and you wince.

“W-what’s that?”

You sigh and look back in the room behind you.

“The Millennium Falcon…”

“The… What?”

“The ship in Star Wars…”

“I know. I saw the movie.”

“Oh? Cool! I didn’t know.”

You try to change the subject but he’s glancing at you and you shut up. There is something weird in the way his whole body is rigid. His eyes taking everything in sight. And then you frown.

“Bucky? You’re not on a mission?”

He looks back at you, blinking slowly, like an owl. He really looks unwell.

“Are you okay? Bucky?”

Your hand goes to touch his arm but he catches it and hold it, his blue eyes piercing yours. You shiver under the intensity. He seems to notice and release you, lowering his gaze. But the tension is still there.

“Do you love me?”

“What?” After such an entrance, you’re not sure what it is all about. And he sounds so fragile, like a little boy abandoned in the rain.

“Is there anyone else in your life?”

“WHAT?” Anger. You cross your arms, frowning now. “Mind telling me what is going on?”

“Answer me. Please?”

It’s not an order. He is begging. You notice his hands shaking, his eyes on you, so intense, pleading. And you feel your heart melt. You think you begin to understand.

“I love you.” You whisper. His eyes are searching, trying to see the truth. You sigh. It’s not about you. It’s about him. You take his hand and put it against your chest, where your heart is beating. “I love you. There is no one else in my life but you.”

You gaze into his eyes. He needs to see it, to understand. It is wrecking you that someone like him can be still assailed with so many doubts about his worth. Sometimes, in the middle of the night after a particular brutal nightmare, you want to kill those who hurt him so.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath, passing his other hand over his face. Now there is some pink coming back in his face and the tip of his ears. He looks away but before he can take his hand away, you press it stronger against your chest, and you close the gap between you.

“Speak to me, Buck.”

He looks away, blushing  now.

“Eh. I’m here. Speak to me.”

“I-I thought…” he takes a deep breath and looks back at you. “You were hesitant. For my help, for me coming… you sounded so relieved I was going to another mission… I thought…” he shrugs.

“Oh. Oooooooooooh. Oh.” You want to smack yourself in the face. You turn towards the room behind you, still holding him, forcing him to face it with you. “Here. Let me present the other love I have in my life… My darkest secret.”

The snark in your voice is a bit too strong and he gives you a side look. He is so red, you have to bit your lips to stop laughing. You squeeze his hand. “Sorry… It was just too tempting to tease you.”

He nods sheepishly, muttering. “Can’t say I don’t deserve this.”

You sigh and turn towards him.

“No. You don’t deserve it. I’m sorry to even say this.” You squeeze his hand again. “It’s easy to forget, you know? You’re so strong and handsome,” he huffs and looks away, “you’ve seen so much in your life. You know so much… I admit it, I forget you doubt yourself too…”

He tilts his head. He has heard what you didn’t say out loud.

“You… doubt yourself?”

You snort, rolling your eyes.

“All the freaking time. I mean, why would a guy like you would ever want to be with a girl like me?”

“You’re serious?”

You arch your eyebrow at him. “Look who’s speaking…”

He grimaces and opens his mouth but then closes it. You pinch his arm playfully. He huffs and a smile slowly creeps back on his face.

“So… you… play with Lego.”

“Yup.”

“You built this ship yourself?”

“Yup.”

“How long?”

“Uh… Maybe 30-40 hours? Something like that.”

He looks at you in awe. And you feel butterflies in your belly.

“And I owe you another apology, Bucky.”

“Another?” he smirks and you poke him in the side, making him giggle. You feel the tension slowly leave his body. His fingers are now entangled in yours.

“Yeah. I thought you would be disappointed… that you would find me immature for doing this… So… I never spoke about it. Or showed you. Guess it was a mistake.”

“Why would I think something like that?”

“They’re toys, Bucky…”

“That does not look like a toy to me…”

“No?”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes once again on the gray ship, taking in all its details.

“Can I take a closer look? I promise not to touch anything.”

You nod and gently push him towards it. You lean against the door and watch Bucky slowly looking at your work. The look of awe on his face is doing things to you. What an idiot you were. You smile, joy slowly filling your heart.

“You did it… alone?”

“Yeah.”

“You love to be alone.” It’s matter of fact, his tone flat. You join him in the room.

“Not really. It’s just… Not many people I know like this hobby. And I prefer to be alone rather than being in bad company.” You shrug.

He looks at you and there is a question in his eyes. You smile and kiss the side of his mouth.

“But if you want to give me a hand, I would be more than happy for your help, Buck.”

“I would like nothing more…”

“Not even living with me?” you ask with a laugh in your voice.

Bucky looks down at your hands, entwined now. “You still want to live with me? Even after I doubted you? I followed you?”

“That was creepy… But…” And here you touch his face, your heart faltering as he closes his eyes, leaning against your palm. “I guess I understand. I am a bit mad at you for lying to me though… So you’ll have to make up for it.”

“Anything!”

You put your finger on his lips to shush him.

“Anything? That’s too big a word. Just… try to work on doubting yourself less?”

“Looks who’s talking…”

You swat his arms and he smiles.

“Don’t throw that back at me… But I’ll do it.” You kiss him. He slowly kisses you back, finally relaxing in your embrace. You stay together like that for a bit.

“And I’ll buy you another set… Which one do you want?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to… Something to celebrate our life together? Something to do together?”

“I like this idea…” you kiss him again but he pulls back and you look at him surprised. He looks serious.

“And no building it without me.” The twinkling in his eyes is back, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your heart.

“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.”

~~~

A few weeks later.

Bucky had helped her re-arrange the apartment. Beside his desire to participate in this new step in his life and hers, it had also been a way to make amends. He was still feeling guilty for lying to her, following her… And just blowing the whole thing out of proportion without even speaking to her first… The next time, if there was one, he would make sure to go to her first. The fact she had been so understanding had helped a lot as well to sooth his self-doubt.

He hadn’t brought much with him beside his collection of disks. And while he had assured her it wasn’t necessary, she had insisted on throwing away a few things of her own. As she told him, it was “mostly gizmos and bits and bobs.”

Bucky had also moved the furniture around with interesting side effects. The way she had looked at him then, biting her lips, eyes a bit glassy… Okay, he had put on a show, working with only his pants on, the sweat running on this naked torso… He barely had the time to install the last piece, when she had smashed her lips on his. The afternoon had ended in their half-built new bed.

Bucky had insisted that she install a few of her Lego builds in their apartment. She had chosen some flower kits, and a castle.

Then he had organized a little something to celebrate their new life together. Nothing big. A good restaurant, a ride on his motorcycle to bring her to the perfect place for stargazing. And then a long night of breathless kisses, and passionate embraces. In their bed, their apartment. Their place.

Finally, Bucky brought home a Lego kit, just as he had promised. He didn’t know exactly why he had chosen this one particularly. But he hadn’t expected her reaction as she took it out of the store bag and saw the box for the Avenger’s Towers.

~~~

“You don’t like it.”

“I love it, Buck… it’s just…”

“What…”

“Are you going to play with yourself?”

“W-what?”

You try very hard to keep your composure.

“There’s a mini-Bucky in the kit. You didn’t see it?”

He looks shocked and you have to bite the inside of your cheek not to laugh. Then, because you can’t resist teasing him.

“I’ll be able to play with mini-you… Maybe I’ll give him some bright colored body…”

Bucky stares down at you - it’s easy, he’s so tall - and you burst out laughing. He is waiting for you to calm down but it is very difficult when you see the tips of his ears all rosy. He crosses his arms, trying to look stern, but you see the corner of his mouth twitching. “I swear. If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll build it all by myself.”

“Oh! You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“Fine. Fine.”

You take a few calming breaths, feeling the laugh still bubbling under your ribs. You look at the box, fingers hitching. You always wanted to build it.

“Can we begin now?”

“I don’t know… I mean… You were pretty mean with my gift so…”

“Awww… Are you super-pouting?”

“I am NOT super-pouting…”

“Yes, you are.”

“If you keep going, I won’t let you play with mini-me.”

A giggle escapes your lips and you slap your hand on your face to control it. Bucky gives you a side look. You shrug. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

He rolls his eyes but you see the tremor in his shoulders as he tries to contain his own laugh.

“Can’t believe you’re jealous of a piece of plastic.”

“Well, he’s a handsome guy.”

Your laugh and his own cascade together. But the sudden ringing of his phone instantly dampens the mood. Bucky gives a quick peck on your lips and answer.

~~~

Bucky made her promise solemnly, amidst laughter, that she would wait for his return before building the tower. But his bantering tone was tinged with worry. It would be the first time she would wait for him in their freshly installed apartment. And while it wouldn’t be the last time, it added a new layer. And maybe it was why she held onto him a bit longer, her arms a bit tighter. Bucky kissed the crown of her head.

“Don’t play with mini-Bucky.”

Her laugh had sounded a bit off but he had said nothing, just held her against his chest, letting her listen to his heart for a bit longer. He would come back to her, to their home. This was his promise to her, but also to himself.

~~~

A few days later.

The night before had been high in emotion. Bucky has been back from his mission and, because he was the bestest of boyfriends, he had even taken the time to bring supper with him. But the dessert had been forgotten on the table, a trail of clothes leading towards your bedroom on your way to welcoming him home.

When you wake up, feeling lazily good, you notice right away that Bucky’s side is cold. You pout a bit. There is nothing that can top the feeling of his body snuggling against yours, hearing his breathing in your ears. You sigh. Slowly, stretching as you do, you slide into one of his hoodies… Well, yours now. You smile at his smell still clinging to it. You expect to see Bucky in the kitchen.

You walk out of the room. No Bucky. But a plate of pancakes is waiting for you as well as pot of freshly brewed coffee. You see your cup near it but not Bucky’s. Then, you hear the music. And you know where he is. The little rascal.

Glenn Miller is playing softly in the background while Bucky is in the middle of the Lego Room, as he calls it. He is seating on the ground, the booklets in front of him and packs of bricks all around him.

“I waited for you to come back, you know? You could have done the same for me.”

To your surprise, he is startled. He was visibly very focused. When he turns to look up at you, he is slightly blushing.

“I just wanted… to give it a good start.”

“Yeah. Sure.” You try to see what he’s doing but his hand is hidden in his lap.

“I’ll forgive you if you let me build mini-bucky.”

“You’re going to build it all wrong…” You laugh as he whines exaggeratedly. Then you notice something.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Bucky?”

“I did nothing.”

Fighting a super solider, even in a mock fight, is never easy. And you’re laughing too hard to be really efficient. Thankfully, Bucky is also terribly ticklish which allows you to get the upper hand… barely. When you’re both splayed on the ground, laughing so hard your ribs are hurting, you end up with an unknown mini figure in your hand.

“Give her back to me.” He tries to grab the figurine but he is still laughing.

“And who is this her, um? Should I be concerned?”

But rather than answering, Bucky kisses you. Happily surprised, your hold on the mini slackens and he finally pry it from your grasp.

“Ah-ha!”

“I am definitively worried now, if you fake-kiss me for her.”

“I did not fake my kiss. I would never do that to you.

“Um hum…”

He kisses you again, to prove his point, and this time, you both take your time. When you pull away, a bit breathless, he is still holding the little figurine. You notice the color of her hair.

“Is that… supposed to be me?”

You see the red slowly spread to his face.

“Yeah… I just… didn’t want mini-Bucky to be alone.”

His tone, the way he looks at you, you know what he means. Your heart goes to him and you just want to hold him tightly, to let him know how much you love him, how much he means to you.

“He will never be alone, ever.”

Bucky smiles but there is a hint of sadness in it, the kind that comes from having seen too much, knowing too well what life is capable of.

“You can’t promise that.”

You scoot closer to him, putting your hands on each side of his face. His blue eyes are searching yours and you kiss him softly.

“But I can promise I’ll do whatever necessary to make it as true as possible.”

You see him swallow, his eyes shining in the light of the morning. Moonlight Serenade plays softly in the background. You melt in his embrace as he brings you with him on the floor, while kissing you as if you were the last thing existing in the world.

~~~

In the end, the tower has to wait a little bit longer before being built. Both Bucky and she had more important things to do that day, like getting a start on a family.

[girldeadsworld]

Late night Reiding

Pairing: Fem!book lover reader x Spencer Reid

My masterlist

Pov: you and your boyfriend are both bookworms, so reading together seems the best way to spend a quiet, rainy Saturday evening. But you couldn't help but get distracted.

Warnings:some kissing, implied intimacy BUT NOTHING HAPPENS, so just fluff.

Also yes I'm very proud of the title (it was 2 in the morning and I was on my period AND IT SOUNDED REALLY FUNNY)

It's been a while since you and your boyfriend got to spend some time together alone—away from the hustle of the office, the permanent rustle of paper and case files and the smell of coffee that always seems to be hanging in the air. Even though you were very lucky to be around all those great profilers and friends, you interacted with them way too much and you were desperate to not be in your workplace for at least one day.

So when Hotch announced that he will make sure you would all get this weekend free, you were beyond ecstatic. You missed Spencer and he missed you as the requirements of your job kept you away from each other. And although there where times that you were freed from your very demanding job, you were both too exhausted to do something productive together, except sleeping.

Even if the team teased you all the time about not going out in your free time and how you always stayed inside, you simply never found the idea of it appealing. Of course you have been to a few dates before and you always enjoy a late night walk to the park with a warm cup of coffee in your hand or even a quiet moment on the local libraries— the truth is you found comfort in staying inside, enjoying the rare times you get to savour each other's company. One of the many things you and Spencer have in common is that you are both bookworms.

So here you are in Spencer's dark and vintage decorated apartment. The sky was a deep dark gray as rain was pouring outside and you could barely see out of the windows. The soft light of the lamps and the imposing libraries that hugged a major part of the olive green walls brought comfort. You were both cuddled on the brown leather couch of his living room—his legs propped up on the coffee table infront of him with his miss-matched socks peaking out of his blue striped pajama pants — while you where sitting comfortably in his lap taking in his warmth and the smell of coffee and old books— wearing his over worn brown sweater and black plain shorts—both of you under a warm knitted blanket.

He was rereading Charles Dickens's - Great Expectations. It was a gift from you for his birthday—he obviously already had the book but he had read it so many times and had it for a pretty long time so it was basically ruined. You as the great girlfriend you were you remembered the pout in his face and the frustration he expressed when it eventually completely fell apart— so you went to buy it for him. You knew that he always preferred the first versions of books because he enjoyed the feeling of the hard book cover and the old smell, so you did some extra research and found the first edition.

You on the other hand were reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, a classic he had recommended to you so you gave it a try and you honestly you loved it— the old writing style was taking you to the early 1800's and it felt like being inside each page of the book. But today you could not bring yourself to focus on the book in your hands. It's been an hour and you haven't even read 5 pages. The cause of your distraction was no other than your handsome boyfriend that was clearly invested in the plot— lines of concentration and agony sculptured on his forehead (like he hadn't read it already a thousand times). But even like that, dressed so simple and with his guard down he was more beautiful than ever—and you couldn't help but stare at him taking in his beauty. You haven't even realized that you've been looking for so long but after a while he noticed.

"is everything okay, angel?" He asked softly, taking his gaze away from his already worn out book— finally looking up at you with his big chocolate eyes that were glassy from the tiredness of the week, his tangled curls getting in the way.

"mhm" you managed to hum "I just missed you this week, that's all" you confessed with a quiet voice, a slightly soft smile showing in your lips, while looking directly at him. He couldn't help but admire you. Your hair, messy from snuggling in his neck and shoulder, your face a little puffy from your previous nap and you wearing his sweater had him head over heels.

At those words, he closed his book—not before putting a bookmark between the pages—and put it aside. He wrapped his arms around your plush waist, under the sweater and brought you even closer to his body. His breath slowed down as he snuggled his face in the curve of your neck—the warm feeling of his breath against your skin bringing you comfort. You wrapped your hands around him not allowing anything to separate you.

"I love you" he murmured slowly against your neck his voice muffled.

" I love you too, Spence" you answered, feeling the smile that was forming on his face against your skin. After a while he tilted his body a little backwards, just enough to be able to see your face.

" I can't believe that Hotch managed to give us a break this weekend, this hasn't happened since I don't even know when" relief slipping from his lips.

A few moments passed as you stared at each other, feeling lucky to have two whole days to yourselves

" I really missed you too" he said a few minutes later a teasing tone in his voice—looking at you with a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"you did huh?" The same playful tone in your voice as you hovered over him, each leg of yours struggling his. His hands never left your waist as he brought you towards his body. When your faces got close enough to feel its others breath fanning in your lips, you leaned slowly in, bringing him into a kiss.

Your mouths met with the gentlest urgency, a slow, lingering press of lips that felt more like a promise than a touch. Time seemed to fold in on itself as you kissed unhurriedly, savoring the warmth and closeness as though neither of you wished to let go. Each movement was deliberate, tender, a wordless confession spoken through the patience of their embrace, finally taking out all the frustration and distance of the week that passed.

After a brief eternity he pulled you carefully off his lap. He got up and took your hand into his—bringing it towards his lips he pressed a light, loving kiss on it. He signalled you to get up too, his eyes—full of love and adoration—never leaving yours. He started leading you to his bedroom, letting you pass in front of him. You turned around giving him a knowing smirk and he started leaving lingering kisses in the left side of your warm neck while trying to suppress his own smirk, his hands wrapped around your torso as he did so.

You reached the bedroom and you started to get comfortable on the bed—your gaze fixated on him—and as he started to hover over you, a well-known ringtone went off from the kitchen's counter. Your expression went from seductive to annoyed in a glimpse of a second. A frustrated sound left your lips as Spencer got off of you and started to walk towards the kitchen—an apologetic smile on his lips.

A few minutes later he walked back in. Curiosity spread across your face as you wondered who might be on the phone, even though you had a suspicion that you wished wasn't true. "That was Hotch on the phone, he said we've got a case that cannot wait till Monday" and it was true...

And at that you started to get ready for work.

I was a little hesitant about putting those —, cause apparently people assume that it's AI . But no my friends I put sweat and tears into this (I'm dramatic sr) and its not AI. Fuck AI

Tell me what do you think about this story, I hope it's not weird.

SEND REQUESTS ILU BYE<3

[boyorgirlor]

Superman fic

AN: This fic is dedicated to my admin girlies♥️ I see u. There will be smut eventually, but there's none in this chapter. Superman x reader, no y/n

Chapter 1: Do you know your ABCs?

It was a day like any other at the Daily Planet. Almost. It was before the bustle. It was before the keyboards were clacking the 8 hour day away that you came in for your shift. Being the lowest rung on the ladder wasn't easy, but you were grateful to be on the ladder at all rather than 6ft under. At least that's what you told yourself. The Daily Planet was still a wild jungle from 9am to 6pm. But right now it's 6am, and you have a 12 hour day ahead of you.

You had the large responsibility of setting the floor of the office up. All the lights had to be turned on, phones needed to be ready. The phones were already rolled over from the night before. You wondered why they would roll the phones in the first place if news breaking stories happened everyday. It was one of the many things that didn't make sense about the work place. Like the fact that the Daily Planet, a high profile news publisher, did not have an automated phone system. The polite voice on the other side was actually human! And it would most likely be you.

You and three other girls were the first line of defense for the office. When you first got to the office, Avery, Beatrice, and Carly AKA the ABCs were the backbone of the Daily Planet. Emails and papers always reached their desired inbox. Schedules and assignments were passed out without mercy. The system was aged in comparison to the modern day technological advancements, but you could swear the ABC crew were meta humans. The uncanny ability for Carly to send out five emails simultaneously while making the perfect cup of coffee. Beatrice's masterful juggling of multiple calls and conversations. Avery had some kind of sixth sense whenever someone needed assistance, from Perry at the top of the food chain to the shy intern on their first day. To the true unsung heroes of the Daily Planet, Superman couldn’t compare.

And then along came you. It was supposed to be a temp job, just for as long as Avery was pregnant. Beatrice and Carly could not step into Avery's role (they tried), and they let Perry know this.

“So what’s your name?” It was your first day. A voice peeped out from behind the computer screen. Avery’s black rimmed glasses were falling slowly down her nose as she was finishing up an email. They were a stark contrast to her pallid skin and muted blonde hair. She was really pushing the limits, staying here. She didn’t have to worry about the finances of maternity leave, but she did worry about the rest of the crew here. You replied sheepishly, slightly intimidated by her calmness. The receptionist desk in the middle of the lobby was the eye of the storm– folks were walking or running by to catch a story, speaking on their phones, or editing and writing till the sun went down.

Before she looked up, she grabbed a vitamin bottle from her purse, the bottle was comically large in her small hands. She unscrewed the top, grabbed a pill the size of her thumb, and finished her drink. It was an herbal tea of some sort that had been sitting since this morning. With a gulp, she placed her empty cup down. Someone quickly walked by, placing a fresh new cup of peppermint tea before rushing out the front doors.

“Thanks Clark. Let me show you around the office first.” Avery was a small woman. Her pregnancy gave her the appearance of a snake that had just eaten a meal a little too big.

“How far along are you?” you ask, following the waddling woman.

“Seven months.” She walks you through the office. It’s deceptively small, as most of the magic is done on the first floor. The rest of the tower was filled with private offices. Perry’s office was at the top of the tower, but he was hardly ever there. He was almost always on the cutting floor, looking over shoulders just as much as finished articles.

“Perry’s the big cheese, but he’s a nice guy. Just don’t be surprised that he gets here before you open.” She had a strong accent and a perceptively low voice. Was she from Gotham? You couldn’t quite place it. As you walked through the office, Avery was making introductions. Names whirled around your head. Louis, Jimmy, Cat. On top of the regular duties, names may be something you’d have to write down as well. You and Avery made your way back to the main desk.

The bronze Daily Planet sculpture in the middle of the lobby also had a circular desk surrounding it, shared by the ABCs. “Bea!” Avery called to the desk. Beatrice scooted on her rolling chair, waving to you while also gesturing towards the phone. She had shirley temple curls that were a mix of gunmetal grey and white strands. Her glasses were coke bottles, which was strange to see considering she looked similar in age to Avery. Both women looked to be in their mid thirties. Her voice was high and soft, like a child on Christmas morning seeing Santa Clause leave up the chimney.

“Yes Mr. Notting, I’ll be sure to let one of our crew know to check out the pot holes on that street…Yes Mr. Notting, the city should be held accountable…”

Carly walked towards you, handing you a cup of coffee. “I just assumed you like coffee. You’ll like it eventually staying here.” She winked at you as she went back to her chair, sipping on her own mug. In black letters, the mug read “This could have been an email.”

“How long will you be gone?”

Avery shrugged. “It’s hard to tell. My husband Robert says it’s an excuse for him to be selfish, since I work here half the time anyways. Plus my vacation hours are stacked up. You accrue a lot over 12 years. Perry’s been pretty generous with maternity leave as well. Besides.” She sits back down on her computer chair with a grunt. “If you do well here we may just keep you. Bea and Carly also haven’t caught a break so it would be nice if you stay for a while. Plus Carly is working on digitizing everything.” You hadn’t noticed the boxes of paper underneath and behind Carly’s portion of the desk.

Carly raised her eyebrows twice at you in suggestion saying, “You’ll be doing a lot of scanning in the meantime.”

Your first day passes by without a hitch. You shadow Avery as she answers calls, sends out emails, and most importantly talks with Perry as he figures out the schedule for next week. Assignments on editorials are given out per day, and Avery is integral to this process. Every so often she acts as another pair of eyes to the final drafts before they get published and sent out both online and on ink. You grab another cup of coffee and come back to find Avery speaking with Perry.

“No, I don’t think Cat should do that sports story.”

“But the Metropolis Monarch lead is such a big fan of hers!”

“Yes, she’s a bombshell and will get plenty of engagement, but there’s more nuance between the rivalry of the two teams…There you are, I was wondering where you went.” She introduces you to Perry, who gives you a curt nod, attention still focused on the electronic tablet in front of him. “You can assign her, she’ll do a great job, but I don’t think she’ll capture the gravitas of the upcoming season. Steve did the end of season interviews last year and he did a great job explaining the stakes. That’s why that column was popular in the first place.” Perry nodded pensively.

“I’ll think about it. Thank you, Avery.” And with those words, Perry walked away still fiddling with his tablet.

“You might wanna get read up on all the journalists and their styles. I read your resume and you were perfect for this role.” It’s true. Although your background was in medical administration, your previous employers raved in recommendations about your judgement in note taking as well as your personable attitude with each patient that walked in the emergency room doors. Plus the experience with odd hour shifts helped. The Daily Planet was almost as hectic as an emergency department. Almost.

At 1pm every day, Perry makes his official round with Avery at his side. Usually he’d be walking with her to each desk, but because of Avery’s very pregnant state, he calls them over to the main desk instead. He checks on the progress of editorials, and on Fridays he checks on the schedule for next week with each journalist.

“Kent. How’s that story on Superman going?” Kent, or Clark Kent. You were finally able to get a good look at him. His glasses were a little skewed to one side before he quickly adjusted them.

“It’s good. Nothing to uh really complain about there boss.” Were any of the journalists that worked here from Metropolis? Kent had the vaguest hint of a midwestern accent.

“Are you sure about that? It’s been a day past the deadline.” Clark fumbled for the words.

“It’s been hard to track him down, I just needed to finalize some statements from him but with yesterday’s alien attack he was a bit busy to comment.”

“Then finalize it Kent.” Perry didn’t have malice in his voice, but he did have disappointment.

“Yes, sir.” You weren’t sure how a 6’4” man could shrink himself the way he does, but Clark seemed to deflate even more so after that interaction.

“Clark’s the sweetest guy in the office,” Avery said, noticing how you followed his large frame as it waded through desks and people. “He’s got some weird connection with Superman, always grabbing interviews. Nobody else can flag the guy down except for Kent.”

Days turned into weeks. After a month, Avery was heavily pregnant by her last day of work before maternity leave. You, Beatrice, and Carly decorated her desk before leaving, setting up the gifts of diapers, baby food, and baby clothes the office collected. It was a staggering fortress of diaper boxes and accessories. The next day, Avery burst into tears seeing her desk (“I'm only crying because I'm pregnant!”), hugging all three of you in a surprisingly strong embrace.

Other employees trickled in as per usual, congratulating Avery and bringing additional gifts. Louis brought a massaging neck pillow, whispering “you'll thank me later.” Jimmy brought a gift card for Sephora. “Don't tell Avery, but I kinda just asked the girl I was seeing what she would want!” Cat bought her a teething toy shaped as a camera, and a onesie suit with a bow tie and little hat. “You gotta get them interested when they're young!” Clark got Avery a gift basket of her favorite teas and snacks, as atonement for all the times she would bring an extra granola bar or apple. Avery almost disappeared into the hug Clark gave her, “you're going to be a great mom.”

The day went by as per usual, with lunch being a treat for the whole office. Quality craft subsandwiches.

“Do you remember Quiznos?” Avery states to nobody in particular. Most of the office is in the meeting room, with snacks and drinks set up around the conference desk. Avery had a tiara on her head that said “oh baby!”

“No, I was always a Jimmy John's person myself.” Carly replies. Black lipstick stained her sandwich. Avery's outfits were always very white or muted, Carly's was the complete opposite. Carly strictly wore black, but her glasses were golden wire frames giving her a classic 80s goth look. Carly had many more curves than Avery, and had a couple inches of height.

“I'm partial to Subway!” Beatrice had her grandma's cardigan on. The embroidered blue jay on the back of the sweater was definitely one of a kind.

“Jersey Mike's alright to me.” You replied. As the conversation continued, you start to notice the fishtank in the conference room. The saltwater tank was surprisingly an expensive part of the office’s budget. As the clownfish danced around the sea anemone, you notice the water shifting. Like a small vibration breaking the calm surface. The vibration got stronger over the next minute. Everyone looked around at each other as the floor shook beneath your feet.

“EVERYONE UNDER THE DESKS, NOW!”

[unnpunishable]

"Lana is 40” as if Ethel isn’t pushing 30. and there is in fact public proof

Ethel was caught repeatedly editing her own Wikipedia page to remove all mentions of Lana in 2022 (this went on for about a year). She made strange tweets about "pushing [Lana] over" in response to someone saying "Lana walked so Ethel could run." When Lana was revealed to have been dating Jack Donoghue, Ethel inserted herself into the situation by posting an old picture of herself with Jack (then quickly deleting it, even though she supposedly dislikes being compared to "that lady".

"Lana used Native American imagery and stereotypical representations of Latinx gang culture"

Which is true and Lana didn’t even know it was offensive so she apologised and then donated thousands of dollars to a charity for Native people. And about question of the culture She basically says her music is shamed while other top artists in the industry are praised for the same lyrics, which is true. And Her husband Jeremy also debunked that he is a Trump supporter and isn’t transphobic, and Lana isn’t a Zionist she wishes peace for both and cancelled her concert in Israel because she wants to play for both Israel and Palestine still for me i dont see it as a conflict its genocide, anyway I'm really sorry about some of the fans being transphobic it's NOT okay and I hope this fight stops and I know you said you won't talk about it again but I just had to correct you.

1. Hayden removing Lana from her wikipedia page literally means nothing lmao. Also, people make jokes about celebrities 'running so ___ could walk' big deal. As if that was some huge attack on Lana. It's a joke. Hayden literally said that she has nothing bad to say about Lana and that she was just tired of being compared to Lana — especially when their music sounds nothing alike. Also, I'm still waiting on some proof that Hayden fat shamed Lana — other than her word and some post that Hayden "allegedly" posted of Lana next to Peter Griffin (update, I saw it, and LMAOO YALL ARE CALLING THAT FAT SHAMING? it's literally lyrics with a video of Peter Griffin y'all make me giggle)

also, if she wants to attack a small artist for allegedly fat shaming her, why doesn't she call out most of her fanbase that was fat shaming her? Hmmmm... Seems like she doesn't care about her pro anorexia skinny club fanbase body shaming others until it happens to her ? (Btw, I've seen thousands of people copy and pasting that same exact first part LMAO. Kinda makes me doubt ur research, but I digress.)

2. Im not saying Hayden is a teeny weeny child and Lana is a 40 year old woman attacking her. I'm saying that Lana is mature enough to know that she very well *could've handled this privately instead of causing a scene and dragging Hayden with a post infront of millions on fans. Besides, Lana is known for being messy toward female artists.

3. I literally didn't see any timestamp of the Jack photo, but I really don't care bc it's an ex from a couple years ago, and if Lana is mad about that, then that's her problem. Y'all act like Hayden posted it with the caption as "haha I stole ur man lmaoo cry bitch." Hayden and Jack weren't even dating.

4. It's still odd to say 'there needs to be space in feminism for women who LOOK like me,' when (and this is coming from a white person) there is literally space for women who look like her. A lot of it. And in the article she mainly used AOC (Kehlani, Cardi B, Beyonce, etc) as examples. And about the NA imagery and Latinx gang culture, it's still icky, idc if she donated lmao. She should've known better considering she was a fully grown adult, right?

5. Her husband was clearly a trump supporter, he was replying "truth" to very disgusting posts on his Facebook. Besides, even if he's not one anyway, he was (since we're not accepting growth anymore), and he even said he doesn't vote anymore. And while that may seem okay, EVERY VOTE COUNTS. Which means that if people don't vote, it just helps orange dick win. Inconsiderate.

6. Ik she cancelled her isnotreal concert, but it was (again) very insensitive to say that, if she DID perform in isnotreal, it wouldn't be a political statement. like...girl there's a war.

Anyway, thanks for ur input, but I still stand by my opinion.

[eveningrainstorm]

cycle knots

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i tried to play into tumblr's automatic video looping but you can also watch it on youtube with subtitles for the dialogue, it's not that important, it's more about the idea of the loop than the experience

[spearxwind]

Fellas lets make a new trend out of this. I am obsessed with the way this is delivered. Rewrite this with your ocs facts as if the way to introduce your ocs was their statistics flashing (where are they flashing anyway??) for a generic protagonist or random npc to see.

I'll start :)

You've been running for a while now. Your breath starts to falter as the monster ripping through the forest behind you closes in. You trip over yourself from exhaustion, and turn just in time to see your pursuer: a massive cloud of... what looks like smoke, loosely forming the shape of a gargantuan serpent with with many heads, its form writhing and shimmering as if your eyes can't quite focus on it's shape. ...And then for Some Reason, in your mind's eye, a bunch of random statistics as if from an anime rpg videogame flash, appearing overlaid upon your vision just before the serpent's jaws descend over your broken frame:

Name: Virus_Type.05//{USURPER}. Nicknames: Adriel Hayes (Adri). The Thornvine Hydra. The Flame. Sunkiller. Bastard. Lineage: Rumored to be descended from the Morris Worm. House affiliation: Van Riel. Knife (host), Dianne (boss), Beial (additional boss). Height: 199cm. Weight: 12 tonnes. Birthday: February 15 20XX (The day the world ended). Power: Nanite superswarm inhabited by [something] that isn't supposed to be there. Details withdrawn (for dramatic effect). Power Ranking: World-ending, but weakened now. Animal Protector: Knife (again). Occupations: Resident serial killer. Bartender dayjob. Net Worth: About $5.

[youchangedmedestiel]

The song Ordinary by Alex Warren is a Destiel song. Let me show you some illustrated lyrics, would you?

On the edge of your knife, stayin' drunk on your vine

Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return me to dust

At your altar, I will pray

Whenever you're next to me, oh my, my

World was in black and white until I saw your light

I thought you had to die to find

Somethin' so out of the ordinary

This song is from Dean's point of view by the way.

[chidoroki]

June 14th, 2025 - Chapter 181's 5th Anniversary

(celebrating with one Emma + one quote from almost every chapter)

[pixelatedraindrops]

The Masked Twin CEOs ☔🎭

[elizabethrobertajones]

I don't really think we should be using the paedo locker for blorbo memes...