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something you could almost label as love | pjs

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You felt your palms sweating as you opened the door to reveal K, Heeseung, and Jake. While you weren’t worried about Ni-ki going out with Heeseung and Jake, you were nervous about him going out with K. Ni-ki didn’t know K was his father which was something you and K decided not to reveal until Ni-ki got more comfortable with K which was why they were going to the nearby plaza to shop with Heeseung, Jake, and Jungwon. Sunghoon would stop by the bakery later today to pick up the lunch you had offered to make and pack for them all.

“You good?” Heeseung asked, squeezing your shoulder as an act of reassurance. You nodded and took a deep breath, watching cautiously as Jungwon and Ni-ki went up to K and Jake.

“Just nervous, I guess.”

“I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong, don’t worry,” Heeseung said causing you to smile at him. Jay and Sunoo were going to spend the day together at home, something that you suggested in hopes of easing Jay’s stress. If Jay saw for himself how well Sunoo had gotten, he’d feel better about letting him go back to school tomorrow. After they left you saw Sunoo sulking on the couch, arms crossed and lips formed in a pout. Sitting next to him,

“What’s wrong bubs?”

“I wanted to go with them!” You sighed, petting his hair,

“I know, I know. But at least you’ll go to school tomorrow, right? You’ll get to see all your friends again!” you said in what hopefully sounded like a cheery tone. Yet still, Sunoo didn’t seem satisfied.

“How about I make you tteokboki for lunch tomorrow, will that help cheer you up?” At those words, Sunoo’s eyes up lit up and you knew that there was your sunshine. As much as Sunoo didn’t want you do, you had to leave to open up the bakery.

“I can drop you off,” Jay offered as you were putting your things in your bag.

“It’s ok, really Jay, thank you. Have fun at home with Sunoo, ok?” While you had left in a frenzy, there was now an extra thought added to Jay’s mind. “At home,” you called it. Yours and Ni-ki’s he wanted it to be.

You enjoyed your morning at the bakery, chatting with regulars, and giving out freebies to the cute little kids that stopped by with their parents. When Sunghoon stopped by, you set a picnic basket on the counter, about to explain the food inside when you suddenly received a call from the landlady of your and Ni-ki’s apartment.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, you live in Apartment 22, right?” you heard from the other side of the line.

“Yes, I do.”

“Everyone needs to evacuate and pack up their things by tonight, there’s a rat infestation and the exterminators say that it’ll take 2 weeks until anyone can return to the building.”

“A rat infestation?” Why the hell was there a rat infestation and why was she telling you now?

“I’m sorry, hon. Everyone needs to pack what they can by 3 pm.” Checking the time, on your phone, it was only 11:21.

“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll leave right now,” was all you could say before ending the call. Sunghoon looked at you with a worried expression on his face,

“Rat infestation?” he asked. You nodded,

“Me and Ni-ki’s apartment, apparently it’ll take two weeks.”

“The two of you are staying at Jay’s place, though.”

“Yeah, but Ni-ki and I were gonna move out the day after tomorrow.”

“Just stay for two more weeks.”

“Hoon, I can’t do that. It’s not fair.”

“To Jay? I don’t think he’d mind if you two-”

“Not to Jay,” you muttered.

“Jungwon and Sunoo? But they like having their Ni-ki dongsaeng around.”

“To me! Sunghoon, it’s not fair to me!” you admitted.

“I- wait what?”

“I just, it’s not,” you took a deep breath, “Jay is good to me and Ni-ki, I know he is. But there’s just so much happening with Sunoo recovering and K returning. I can’t keep living with Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo acting as if this whole situation is normal.”

“Do you want it to be?”

“What?”

“Living with Jay, being with his kids, do you want it to be normal?” You almost scoffed at the question,

“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?”

“Then make it normal.”

“Hoon, it’s not that easy. Getting into a relationship with three kids involved is messy and stupid and not the kind of heartbreak I’m willing to put anyone through.”

“Who says it’ll end in heartbreak.”

“That’s the only way I see this ending.”

“Open your eyes then.”

You quickly closed the bakery then rushed to your apartment and somehow, Jay and Sunoo were already there. Sunghoon probably told them.

“Hey,” Jay said as you walked up to them.

“You didn’t have to show up.”

“Of course I did, you and Ni-ki are staying for longer and I should help you move your stuff.”

“Jay, I don’t wanna be a bother. Ni-ki and I can spend the two weeks in a hotel, it’s fine.” Your tone was colder than anything that Jay had ever felt before.

“Are you uncomfortable? Living with me, I mean. Because if you are, I’m sorry.”

You wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell you that he made you weak with his soft gazes and sudden smile. Wanted to tell him that he made you regret how you had gotten so accustomed to his warmth that you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. Wanted to tell him how he gave you hope, maybe love was in the cards for you one day. Wanted to tell him how he made you dream of the picture-perfect life you once thought was stupid. He made you weak, regret, hope, and dream in all the ways you didn’t know were possible but never were you uncomfortable.

“I just don’t wanna keep mooching off of you in your own house.”

“Really, I don’t mind if you and Ni-ki stay for longer. After all, what’s another two weeks?”

“You’re sure?”

“I am.”

“Pinky promise,” you said, bringing up your hand. He smiled as he interlocked your pinkies together and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

You packed as many as your and Ni-ki’s clothes that you could, in the process bringing a couple of your blankets and little trinkets that you felt comfortable with. While you were in the car with Jay and Sunoo, the trunk filled to the brim with your and Ni-ki’s things.

“Are you really sure it’s ok that I brought so much stuff?”

“Don’t worry.”

“What if there’s not enough space? Your closet’s already full and Ni-ki’s toys might get everywhere.” Jay’s hand moved away from the gearshift and gravitated towards your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles,

“We’ll make space.”

The rest of the day went by easily, the guys decided to stay for dinner, and being with K for a longer period of time went by better than you expected. Before you and Jay fell asleep the two of you made a plan for tomorrow since it was Sunoo’s first day back at school. Sometime throughout the night, you woke up to go to the bathroom. After getting out of the bathroom and heading back to the bed,

“No,” you heard with what almost sounded like a whimper, causing you to turn on the lights to see Jay in bed with his eyes closed.

“Jay?”

“I-it’ll, it’ll be ok,” you heard him mutter, seeing him twitch slightly. Tears escaped his eyes as he muttered incoherent words. He was having a nightmare.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, shaking him slightly in hopes that it’d be enough for him to wake up but he stayed within the depths of his nightmare. Not knowing what else to do, you lightly slapped his cheeks, and somehow, that had work. The upper half of his body rose up, eyes frantic as they looked around the room, and only seemed to calm down when they settled on you. You feel him hug you, an action you returned by running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back as he panted heavily trying to return his breathing back to normal.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked cautiously.

“We were in the hospital again. But this time,” he let out a shaky breath, his hold on you tightening, “Sunoo didn’t, he didn’t, love, I, I can’t-” Jay couldn’t bring himself say it out loud but you didn’t need to hear the words to know what he dreamt. Sunoo didn’t make it out alive.

“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me, yeah? Your boys are safe and sound in their room and Sunoo’s going back to school tomorrow, well, technically later. We made a plan, remember?” He nodded, seeming to calm down slightly.

“What was the plan? Repeat it to me.”

“We were gonna wake up early and make breakfast for the boys and pack all their favorite things for lunch. Tteokboki, curry buns, and bungeoppang. We’ll drop them off at school, I’ll drop you off at the bakery then head to work. I’ll pick them up, we’ll go to the bakery to pick you up, then go home.”

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do, ok?”

“Ok.” You and Jay ended up laying down afterward but he seemed like he was too shaken up to be able to sleep and honestly, so were you.

“Let’s bake cupcakes.”

“Right now?” You nodded, the hint of a smile playing on the corners of your lips,

“Right now.” Baking cupcakes with Jay at a time in the morning when you should’ve been asleep gave you a sense of comfort you didn’t realize you needed and he seemed to feel the same way. In order to not wake up the boys, you needed to stay quiet, talking in low tones and hushed whispers but neither of you seemed to mind. As the cupcakes were cooling and you were stirring the frosting, a shiver ran down your spine. Something that Jay had taken note of. You felt his presence behind you, confirmed as his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapping around you as his hands rubbed up and down your arms.

“Should I turn up the heat, love?” you heard him ask. Love, he called you, love. It was nothing new to hear Jay call you that but in this moment, you came to a realization. In love was what the past few weeks felt like. Yet despite this, a thought lingered in the back of your mind. What happened when the warmth faded? What happened after two weeks and you and Ni-ki had to move back to your apartment? What happened when the cocoon of warmth you spent so allowing yourself to get enwrapped turned to ice? What happened when you had to return back to reality? You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Jay calling your name, asking for confirmation to turn up the heat. But instead,

“If you did then there’d be no reason to stay like this,” you replied teasingly with a smile on your face. The charm of the necklace he gave you shimmered under the kitchen lights as it rested around your neck. Jay wanted nothing more than to tilt your chin upwards and kiss you right then and there. Wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Wanted to love you in all the ways that words could never do it justice. He was so caught up in his thoughts, mesmerized by your smile, and entranced by this whole situation that he hadn’t realized what had just happened when something cool was felt at the tip of his nose, then, on his cheek and he heard a laugh from you.

“Did you just- don’t tell me there’s frosting on my face right now.”

You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to perform your following actions in the next moments. Maybe it was lack of sleep. Maybe it was how close Jay was to you that you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. Maybe it was the way your mind grew hazy with only one thought and one alone on your mind.

You couldn’t help it when you let go of the spatula.

Couldn’t stop yourself when you got on your tiptoes.

Couldn’t hold back from wrapping your arms around his neck and your fingers playing with the edges of his hair.

“There’s no frosting on your face.” Eyes looking in his for any signs of hesitancy, all you saw was something you could almost label as love. But you didn’t dare.

“No? Then what’s on my face?”

“Well on your lips,” closing the distance between your lips and his so that it was mere centimeters, “are mine,” you whispered before your eyes fluttered shut and the distance closed.

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Give me your thoughts on uuuh Jake

wew boy

okay. gonna word dump this, and probably other interpretation asks, so I can get the words out there.

from my POV, there’s 3 types of canon Jake + 1 fanon vers + my personal interpretation. lemme explain what they are;

Book Jake, who I don’t have enough experience with bc I STILL haven’t finished the book… >_>;

2River Jake, who is kinda oblivious and very in-the-moment impulsive (not so bad he’s jumping place to place ADHD like Rich, but like, not considering that maybe dropping everything to seduce Madeline or Christine is a bad idea when he clearly really likes Chloe). these are debatably survival mechanisms bc of his family (and wealth, if you want to go into the “being rich actually traumatizes you and locks you into dissociation” theory–but to be fair, this is partially reliant on thinking Jake is Genuinely Rich. … well, not Rich as in… yeah); ignoring any pain he feels in favor of getting dicked down and forgetting about everything for a while. very “I’m not sad, I’m busy!!!!!” 

Bway (possibly the new canon general for all Jakes since it sounds like London’s is modeled after him but just… toned down), who is still oblivious, but towards other people’s emotions instead of himself; he’s manipulative, a little impulsive but a lot more malicious about it, and he knows exactly how hurt he is about his parents. this jake’s awareness of himself makes him act worse because he knows this is the only thing that seems to help and it’s basically the only thing he actually has control of. his wealthiness is undeniably present and Bad here because the reason taking what he wants and not caring that it hurts people is his main coping skill is pretty much only because he’s been allowed that privilege all his life. i tend to think this version of him should be done by a white cishet dude (despite jake’s actor on bway being genuinely FANTASTIC) bc being marginalized in a high school should’ve curved a lot of the “endless power and privilege” he gets for being rich (Not That One). 

[i… think this jake has ‘better’/more nuanced writing in BWay… but i don’t think it fits the musical nor is it the overall direction i think it should’ve gone. BMC feels best to me when there’s a heavier element of Dark Humor that briefly nods to a Larger and more Fucked Up world behind the bit we see in the musical. making it largely a twisted comedy, maybe even ramping that up further with more whiplash lines like jake’s “which means the house is empty, so that’s fun”]

Fanon Jake is… like most of the fanon characters in BMC, a bit… “bipolar” (like, radically shifting depending on the situation). the BMC fandom has been born with heavy engagement from minors in the current fascist climate of fandom as a whole. as a result, you have three general uses of jake that as “approved of” by somehow the exact same people despite being conflicting in a lot of ways. THIS IS NOT ME SHITTING ON FANON, i actually think most of this fandom is just a casual romp for most people and that shouldn’t be snatched away from them nor mocked nor treated like you HAVE to be logically consistent when this is just a fun hobby for most… but there are still trends i notice:

1: Jake the sweet bi disaster who loves their significant other and is just a little bit hopeless in their silliness and Down For Whatever-esque personality. this is often used for shippy pictures and memes and cute little oneshots, plus, of course, fluff.

2: Jake the tragic abuse victim who is extremely sad and has to learn to love again and has always been selfless, plus or minus a permanent disability post-fire. this is of course used for hurt/comfort, plus in combination kinda with michael in the bathroom-esque posts and tragic art, often also used as an example of the squip being the worst for jeremy or rich guilt trauma. also: aesthetic and moodboard posts.

3: the one I have the least good will towards: Jake the “why does everybody woobify mlm? You can’t portray him without flaws! queer boys aren’t your fetish!!!” with an attached, clunkily written reasons why he was an asshole that is also simultaneously watered down so you don’t think he’s a Monster bc then you’d be vilifying queer men (well, more like they’d feel bad about their cutesy-er ‘emotional support’ art and writing which is Totally Different from all the other cutesy emotional support art and writing). 

basically, Meta Trying To Make Jake Reasonably Flawed But Not Evil in this fandom is RARELY genuine–it’s more often than not moralistic hand-wringing made so that they can wash themselves of the guilt for actually enjoying something with a character they portray as mlm, or otherwise the guilt of enjoying anything romantic or sexual involving men or queer people period when we’re apparently not supposed to do that anymore, as decreed by the radfems infesting our spaces. 

and, well, or you’re an mlm writing this post, you’re probably young and still feeling extremely sensitive and scared about your identity. i once saw a very wise post by a trans person who had been trans for a long time, who said that when you first come out as trans (or queer in general, but especially trans people who are beginning social or physical transition and coming to terms with themselves) you are obvs on High Fucking Alert and so you’re insecure and scared of anything, ranging from “obvious transphobia” to “just trans people enjoying themselves and exploring transphobia in fiction or else their own sexuality”. again, this can relate to a lot of identities tbh, and as such young mlm either cis or trans can get very Itchy about people enjoying mlm content.

anyway.

wrapping it back around to me: i edit jake on a case by case basis (sometimes i even make him eviler or meaner based on what’s set up during Bway, he’s just not my usual go-to villain), but i tend to think of him as a tragic Mr. Peanutbutter-y sweetheart who kinda knows he feels like shit yet also knows that if he stops to assess it, it would make his life a lot harder in a time where he can’t afford that. his relationship with chloe is extremely toxic (chloe abuses him horribly, specifically), and so he tries to claw his way out of it only to be continually back in by chloe and her bullshit. 

this is why he doesn’t really get... well. he genuinely thought the thing with christine was going to be permanent; he wasn’t jerking her around, he thought he was over chloe and wanted a girl as cool and fun and genuinely nice as her. afterward he Gets It, and so feels Really Bad--at a time where he doesn’t have his house, his legs are broken (i don’t tend to put him in a perma-wheelchair), his parents have abandoned him, and he best friend is in the hospital. guilt crashes in on him from all sides, and he just has to... pretend it isn’t, even as he can no longer stop himself from thinking about it.

if i was to do a jake focused story, it’d probably be a dating sim where you play as him and watch his life change in conjunction with his attempts to find happiness again; you can either choose decisions that help him greatly or ruin his life so ver much... hmm. lets file that under hashtag “story ideas i’ll never use even though they could be great”

to wrap this up: i like jake. i don’t... really enjoy most of the written content (fanfic, meta, sometimes even the storylines on ask blogs) in this fandom about him or... really, most of the characters, which i feel bad about--i’d enjoy it more if it was every in conjunction with my usual Wants in a fic, which is, like. extreme angst.

BUT

i do still like jake, and i can super enjoy his portrayal in memes and visual art

he’s just not my total fave, but like, the reason he tends not to come up a lot in my content is more what i’m focusing on and why. i’d be happy to use him in stories if his presence fit.

as a bonus

here’s the ships i’m happy to use him for, generally: deere, michael/jake, brooke/jake, toxic chloe/jake, and of course, different ocs/jake

his identities/labels: cis, bisexual/romantic... tho sometimes i actually go for bisexual and aromantic! outside bway and eviler jakes, i’m good with him being any race, and even then it’s just a matter of suspending disbelief re: privilege theory. also, PTSD probably, and maybe generalized anxiety as a result. maaaaaybe autistic too? adhd would be a hard sell for me since he seems super put together in a way that’d be extremely difficult for every form of adhd, but i can see him being neurodivergent on the spectrum + like dyslexia maybe. oh, and i sorta-kinda think he may be color blind? but really i’d drop that at a moment’s notice if it’d be easier to write him without it lol.

his interests: one is more or less sports in general, tho i think that, unless he went straight for track or swimming or something Olympics (which he probably can’t do now...), that’s a high school or some college only focus for him. so, besides sports, i think he’d kinda like the satisfaction and steady growth of Collecting Rare Things That You Have To Look For, like cool rocks, bugs, etc. 

as for careers... some form of doctor something, maybe a businessman of some sort but he’d likely try to curve his power in that field as much as possible; he inherits his parents' assets and company or whatever, but he probably takes a backseat to that and only really has it out of a sense of ‘it’s my job as my parent’s kid to keep the company going--without engaging in the same awful legal issues they did--for as long as i can’. one of my fave jake-is-there stories, vanceypant’s spicy bis-focused fic 1999, has him owning a restaurant, and that was cool as hell.

also jake loves dogs. especially golden retrievers. yes.

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When:  7/24 to 7/31

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Trying for fluff/humor/slight angst/implied smut only since theses are drabbles!

Who I Will Write For:

Steve/Chris

Bucky/Sebastian

Sam/Anthony

Loki/Tom

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange/Natasha/Clint/Bruce/Tony/Thor/other Marvel characters - will try my hand at, so be kind if you ask, but for now no ships please

For some of the prompts with 2 speakers, I will take two characters you choose so 

Prompt list:

“Ma’am, is this your dog?”

“No, it’s really not that complicated. He’s a bad person.”

“Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

“Just sit around and cry, then. I don’t have that luxury.”

“Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans.”

“You look a lot different from your profile picture.”

“You have got to see this.”

“Guess who made the evening news?”

“I don’t really think of myself as a thief…”

“Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?”

“We do things a little differently in the 21st century.”

“Please return to your assigned seat.”

“Dude. It’s 3 in the morning.”

“Well, this contest isn’t going to rig itself.”

“She’s evil, but she does have a point there.”

���What makes you think it was an accident?”

“Sorry. You’re the first person I’ve spoken to in ten years.”

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a blowtorch around here?”

“Put the turkey down.”

“Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Are you banned from all Taco Bells, or just that Taco Bell?”

“I thought you had him!”

“Humility is not one of my many virtues.”

“Sometimes being a total geek pays off.”

“Careful not to break the—oh.”

“Please don’t use sarcasm. It confuses me.”

“We’ve been waiting two hours.”

“Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”

“Y’know… That’s not what an apology sounds like.”/“Bite Me.”

“Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I’ll call you back when I’ve convinced him/her that a cold doesn’t mean he/she is dying.”

“Well that didn’t end the way I expected, but at least nobody important died.”

“Don’t breathe on that, it’s expensive.”

“Oh, you’re still alive.” / “Don’t sound so disappointed, I might think you don’t like me.”

“I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

“How do you remember that? You were very unconscious at the time.”

“I am way too sober for this.”

“ Sorry I’m not reacting to this new with appropriate excitement, I’m really hungry.”

“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“No, I’m not buying you a knife for your birthday.”

“Why are there WEAPONS in my bathroom?”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” / “Those are children. That’s a school.”

“Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun.”

“This is the first and LAST time I’m giving you permission to punch through walls.”

“You going partying tonight?” / “I’m going home and taking my pants off, that’s a party in and of itself.”

“You’re not my favorite person today.” /”I’m not your favorite person on any day.”

“I am NOT going to help you take over the world, not even if you try to bribe me with cookies.”

“How many times have I told you not to list me as your emergency contact?”

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OUAT 2x22: Rewatch Blog

Hey everybody! Here I am with another rewatch liveblog! This time, I'm rewatching the second half of the S2 finale: "And Straight On 'Til Morning" :)

By the way, the titles of this episode and the one before it are awesome. WAY better than "part 1" and "part 2" or whatever.

Anyway! Let's get on with the show!!!

Aww... Sad Milah portrait time.

Now that we know Killian has art talent, it makes more sense that he drew that portrait of Milah, rather than that she drew it herself.

Aww, Smee. Such a good pal. So supportive.

Oh, Colin. He's doing his best, but you can tell he's still injured when he walks down those stairs. Poor bunny.

Hahaha, you snarky bastard. He’s such a troll.

OMG THIS KID’S NAME IS BAELFIRE EVERYBODY

Oh, look at this peaceful, idyllic scene. Young lad, playing on a playground, an older lady watching him fondly... ARMED WITH A CROSSBOW.

Wow, Gold. Wow. That's cold, man. Stone cold.

Hahahaha, he's spending some time with his grandson, alright. Creepily. From the bushes. And... kinda murderishly, too. You do you, Rumple. Nobody else ever could.

"He wasn't supposed to die." Yeah, about that... Eh, whatever. You'll figure it out later XD

Awww. Now I feel bad for the guy who was gonna murder an 11-year-old in cold blood literally only a minute ago. Dammit, show.

Awww... Poor Colin, still limping. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like how they worked it into the show as remnants from getting hit by a car, but... I feel bad for my cookie T_T

"Who is telling you what to do?" "You know what, that's not your concern." OH MAN, YOU HAVE NO IDEA GREG

"It's not ours, either." Wait. Wat. That's just plain dumb, Greg. You're DUMB, Greg. Duuuuuuumb.

"We have faith in the sacredness of our cause." Thanks, Tamara. You get to be dumb, too.

"Absolutely." Not. Hahaha, I love his face after that. It's so very 'Ohhhh, this is awkward. How do I politely leave this party without offending the host?'

Flash. Bang. 'Nevermind, lads, I'm out of here.' That was the dumbest party ever.

Aww... Regina. Poor bean. Last episode was really hard on her.

A Regal Believer hug <3

Aww... There goes breakfast.

Or what's left of it. Seriously, do you people not clean up after yourselves?

"So we're all gonna die."

Henry “Random Outbursts” Mills strikes again.

HAHAHAHA I love the way Hook saunters in like he fucking just belongs there.

HAHAHAHA I love how David just fucking suckerpunches him right in the fucking face.

HAHAHAHA I love how Dave pulls out his gun and cocks it, like 'you have 5 seconds and I used 4 of them punching your stupid face.'

Oh, Captain Charming. How I love your sordid beginnings :D

"Quite hostile, aren't we?" Gods, you fucking snarky bastard. Why are you so perfect?!

Heeey, Felix.

The Lost Ones. I mean, they're all boys. Nobody's fooling anybody here. You can just go ahead and call them the Lost Boys XD

Mmm. I kinda like Felix threatening him...

Oh, great. The Pawn Shop is infested with dwarves now.

I must say, Josh Dallas looks good with a gun.

YEAH, HIT HIM, BABY. MAKE HIM SORRY FOR HITTING YOU WITH HIS CAR, THAT FUCKING IDIOT.

Guys, I just really hate Greg, okay? T_T

YEAH, GET ON TOP OF HIM, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY, SHOW THAT PIRATE WHO'S ON TOP.

Guys, I just really love whump, okay? T_T

It's complicated and I’m emotional right now. Just let it go.

Tamara, you dummy. Who just trips and loses their gun? I mean, come on. Seriously.

"I'm not your mate." Ohhhh, Dave. Have I got some exciting news for YOU...

AHHHHHHHHHH T_T

This sceeeeeeeeene T_T

My baby Regina, doing the right thing and being a hero once and for all, for the son she loves so much... T_T

And she's smiling... T_T

"Let me die as Regina."

NOBODY TOUCH MEEEEEE T_T

Awwww... A touching Rumbelle scene... T_T

I’m just... I’m feeling a lot of things here, guys.

That dwarf infestation problem seems to have moved over to Granny's now.

She also seems to have a skulking pirate problem. Just look at it over there, skulking... watching... plotting...

JFC WHAT EVEN IS HIS FACE

How did they even air this face on television during prime time without warnings and disclaimers?! I had three heart attacks and five children whilst making this screencap alone.

"I didn't kill your mother." Ahhh, the pain in his voice T_T This whole speech here T_T

"As sure as if you ripped her heart out yourself." Ouch, Baelfire. I see you got your mother's cutting tongue there.

Awww... My poor pirate baby T_T

THAT FUCKING PIRATE ASSHOLE D:

Awww... He wants him to stay so badly T_T

But he won't stay T_T

AHHHHH the pain on Colin's face for that moment there T_T

Aaaaaaaand it's time to be an asshole again T_T

Aww, the sad version of Hook's theme T_T

Hahaha, they're all gonna die and Snow's like, 'YOU CALLED ME MOM, I'M GONNA CRY'

Meanwhile, everyone else in the audience has been calling Josh Dallas "dad" since sometime last season.

"You may not be strong enough, but maybe WE are." I LOVE THAT LIIIIINE <3

Imagine the director during this scene, though. 'That's great guys! Could we get more vibration? Just... vibrate the shit out of this scene. We need, just, ALL the vibrating you can possibly put into this right now. Like you're riding a jackhammer in an earthquake. That's great! Wonderful!'

Oh, that packed quite a wallop.

Hey, they saved the day!

And it's a Floor orgy. Everybody get down toni- Oh, you're all already down. That's the idea, isn't it. No, no, I get it. I just... nevermind.

HOW DID YOU GUYS LOSE AN 11-YEAR-OLD?

Ugh. These two. Can we kill them yet? Is it time for them to die? No? Not yet? Soon, though... right? Please?

I mean, the dialogue in this scene is literally painful. It’s just so bad. They don’t know what they’re doing or why they’re doing it, they don’t know who they’re working for or what the main point of anything is, they don’t make any sense when they open their mouths... I just really hate these two.

I love Dave’s face when he says they already did that. ‘Yeah, we did that... while you were fucking around on your boat, asshole.’

Awww, Rumple doing the right thing.

I gotta say, I love this energy here - heroes and former maybe still who knows villains working together T_T

I also love the angst on Hook's face when he says "Neverland."

Oh, the things I imagine happened there... :D

GAH, AND THE CLIFFHANGER...

Guys, this is how you DO a season finale. I mean, this is the BEST one in the entire series, in my opinion. It just ties everything up, and makes you EXCITED for the next season! Great episode :D

...and that’s a wrap! PEW PEW PEW PEW <3

[whentommymetalfie]

Homeward bound

A/N: Aka: The fic where I just threw decency and good taste out the window, and wrote the thing that finally made the last of my teeth fall out. There's a child here, because there had to be. I'll leave it up to you to figure out how it came to be. Adoption? Perhaps. Witchcraft mpreg? Maybe. It just fell down from the heavens above? Who knows! Also: I give exactly zero fucks about anything, I need Alfie and Tommy to be allowed to call each other husband. So that's a thing. I made a slight age alteration, because I have a crippling fear of death in connection to old age that I can’t deal with right now. Hope you enjoy it anyway, anon! Also, strap yourselves in: after this fic, I’m bringing one with violence and angst. Sharp turns on this blog, people. 

Summary: About fifteen years later, in a house in the countryside, everything is alright. Except Arthur still hasn't learned to knock, John is failing in his pursuit of Eradicating All Birds, and the Shelby children are on the slippery slope of illicit treehouse-building.

Pairing: Alfie/Tommy

Warnings: Some explicit/strong language. 

Wordcount: 2000

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13370709

Alfie Solomons is a lucky bastard. That’s a thought that often crosses his mind. At least once every morning, when he gets to wake up in a bed with Thomas Shelby sleeping next to him.

This morning is no different. He wakes up to the sound of a bloody magpie in the tree outside the window. Fucking birds. Who knew the whole countryside was infested with ‘em? Though John sure does his best to change that, partly because Arthur is in a constant loop of complaining about the critters picking at his vegetables, and everyone is getting very tired of hearing it. Pity John such a lousy shot, otherwise it may have been a sound plan. Alfie helps him, mostly to give Cyril some exercise, but apparently Tommy has this aversion to killing animals unless necessary. He doesn’t admit it outright of course, but Alfie definitely notices the disapproving looks. So for the sake of peace in the household, he makes sure not to take any of the birds home. Perfect solution.

Alfie settles on his side to rest his eyes on Tommy. It’s a pleasant sight, alright. The years have been kind to him, there’s this eternally youthful look to his face. A few more lines around the eyes perhaps, and the shaved sides of his hair are silvery, but other than that, he looks very much the same as that first time he stepped into Alfie’s office all those years ago. He just smiles a bit more. Alfie would like to take partial credit for that.

Tommy sleeps a bit longer these days, too. Some of that crawling restlessness that’s always been etched in his bones has been chipped away over the years. It’s good for him. Maybe the horses help too. For all their stupidity, the animals do seem to have a calming effect on him. He vaguely remembers that conversation from so long ago, in the Garrison. Alfie’s always been of the opinion that in the choice between working with animals and people, you chose the animals. He decides that he’s been proven right in this theory.

Sometimes, he likes to make the insinuation that getting thoroughly fucked every night is also a factor in these prolonged periods of sleep. Mostly because Tommy gives him sharp glare whenever he does.

Tommy shifts a bit, rolling over onto his back, and Alfie catches eye of the scars as the blanket slips down to his waist. He’s got quite a few, granted, but his attention is always focused on the ones on his chest, right below his heart. And right next to it. Close fucking call. The last one, before Alfie made the statement that this was it: there was such a thing as running out of luck. And he was getting too old for this shit. Could’ve been the start of a whole debacle, but Tommy just nodded from the hospital bed. Maybe he was finally getting tired too. That life wore you out quickly. You got out. One way or the other. And the most likely way was a fucking coffin, which Alfie had no fucking plans to fix. Not for a long while.

The scars could’ve been a reminder of how bloody awful the world could be, but instead they just serve to remind him that yeah, they lived a dangerous fucking life, but somehow got out in time. But just barely. They remind him that things could’ve been a whole lot worse.

“What are you staring at?” Tommy’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“You, of course. It’s what I usually do.” Alfie wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close. Tommy is still drowsy enough from sleep to allow it, but in a few minutes, he’ll start complaining about ‘having things to do, and life can’t be spent in a bed’. But as of now, he just lays his head on Alfie’s chest.

“There’s been a lot of that over the years,” he says. “You should be sick of it by now.”

“Not by a long shot. Plan on doing it for quite some time yet.” Alfie professes. “I could look at you every second, of every day, for the rest of my fucking life and not get sick of it. See, you were blessed with that face, and I was blessed with these eyes that function at least decently in good lighting. So, it’s just the way it’s got to be.”

Tommy lifts his head slightly and gives him one of the signature ‘one eyebrow raised and thoroughly unimpressed’-looks. “If you want to fuck, you could just say so.”

“You know me better than that after all these years, love. I am a man of many words.” Alfie strokes his back. “But fine, since you lack my romantic finesse: Thomas, I’d like to fuck you. Preferably right now.”

Tommy braces his arms on his chest and leans down to kiss him, mostly to shut him up, Alfie guesses.

“Well, I happen to be in the mood. So, you can keep me in bed for a bit longer, if you make it worth my while.”

Alfie isn’t the one to say no.

“You know I always do.” He rolls them over and trails kisses down his neck. “I have my faults, hubris being one of them, but you could never accuse me of not taking good and proper care of you in bed.” Tommy’s breathing becomes deeper and he parts his knees to allow Alfie to settle between his thighs. Alfie grinds against him, just because he can, and lets out a satisfied moan.

“I could spend my entire bloody life like this.”

“In bed, or between my legs?”

“Both, obviously. Good place to be. If I by some mistake end up in heaven, it’s going to feel just like fucking you. Just that sensation, constantly. I’d bet my good leg on it.”

“If you don’t stop talking, you may find out sooner than you’d thought.” Tommy pushes his heels into the back of his thighs. “Just get on with it.” Alfie chuckles, sits back a little and reaches into the drawer of the nightstand-

The sound of a dog barking, and a pair of small feet drumming against the floorboards makes them both freeze. And they just about manage to straighten their features and get back under the cover before Charlie comes running into the room with Cyril in tow. The dog immediately tries to jump onto the bed, but Alfie is quick to push him down. There’s no better way of making sure Tommy will most certainly not be in the mood anytime soon, than letting that dog into the bed. Charlie rambles excitedly.

“Me and Emily and Sibyl are going to work on our treehouse, and I need help with breakfast because you say I can’t go anywhere in the morning without eating first and-“

“Slow down there, lad,” Alfie chuckles. “Remember to breathe.”

Tommy shakes his head and their eyes meet. He gets this from you.

“But Emily is already here, and she wants to go now!” Charlie is practically vibrating on his feet. “We’re going to meet Sybil by that big tree to see if the badger is still there. We think that maybe it’s dead and Sybil want’s to poke it with a stick to see and if we’re not there she will-“

“I’m sure she and the badger can wait a little while.” Tommy sits up. “Go to the kitchen, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Charlie is out the door in an instant, Cyril following close behind, barking happily.

Tommy swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and Alfie attempts to catch him by the waist.

“Yeah, this isn’t happening anymore,” Tommy states and dislodges himself from his grip. Alfie lets out a long-suffering sigh.

“So close, yet so far away.”

“And you call me dramatic.” Tommy shakes his head and starts getting dressed.

“You know, he may get the talking from me, but that boy couldn’t be still if you kept him on a leash. Reminds me of someone else.”

Tommy pulls on his jacket and indulges him in another kiss. Again, most likely to shut him up.

When Alfie comes down to the kitchen a while later, the children have already disappeared. Together with the dog apparently.

“I got him to bring a sandwich at least,” Tommy explains with his back turned against him as he makes tea. “Don’t think we’ll be seeing him until it gets dark again.”

“Independence is the best thing you can give your child. Especially if the worst thing they can get up to is steal poles from the neighbour’s fence for a treehouse.”

“He did what?”

“Oh, it’s alright. Griffiths is fine with it. I talked to him. He’s the sort of man who appreciates a sense of entrepreneurship in the young ones.”

“He’s only fine with it because he’s terrified of you. We can’t have our son running around terrorizing our neighbours.” Tommy says disapprovingly.

Alfie laughs at this. “Have you ever heard that thing about not throwing stones in glass houses? Fine expression that. Reminds us all to consider our past sins at any given point in our lives.”

“I’ll throw one at you, if you’re not careful.” Tommy mutters.

“You know, we could always take advantage of the empty house,” Alfie walks up behind him, slips his hands down his waist, over his hips. “I’m sure May can handle things at the stables for a while longer.”

“I just got dressed,” Tommy protests mildly, but is already leaning into the touch. One of those days, apparently.

“But if you think about how many times in life you will get dressed, doing it one extra really isn’t something to fuss about.” Alfie whispers as he kisses the back of his neck. “Especially if it’s for your devoted husband, who would like to show his appreciation of you by doing all kinds of unholy things to your body.”

With a soft laugh, Tommy turns around to face him, and Alfie kisses him, pushing him up against the counter until he ends up sitting on top of it. Seems like he may get lucky after all. He unbuttons Tommy’s trousers and reaches in between his legs, drawing a moan from him. And God, if that sound doesn’t make him hard-

“You have a fucking bedroom! Why is this necessary?”

Arthur is standing in the doorway and Alfie is overwhelmed by that very familiar feeling of wanting to sort-of, maybe, shoot someone. Saying a silent prayer for patience with this man, he removes his hand, and thinks he can even hear Tommy breathe a sigh of frustration.

“There's just no escaping you, is there?” Alfie exclaims and glares at Arthur. “Why have I surrounded myself with you lot? Can’t even get some peace and quiet to fuck my husband in my own kitchen.”

Arthur blushes bright red.

“Morning Arthur,” Tommy says, calm as ever again, gets off the countertop and buttons his trousers, before continuing the disrupted process of making tea. “You know that concept we’ve been talking about; knocking? You should try it sometime.”

Arthur grumbles something and looks rather displeased.

“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. Stop sulking and have some tea.” Tommy puts out an extra cup. “Your daughter is out poking a dead badger with a stick by the way, did you know that? And apparently stealing Griffiths’ fence poles.” Arthur sits down.

“Of course I know. I followed her here. Or, tried to at least. She outran me about halfway.”

“We have to do something about them scheming like this.” Tommy states. “They can’t steal things from our neighbours. You’ll have to talk to Emily.”

“How do you know it was her idea? Could just as well be Sybil. John is way too lenient with her, she is getting to be as wild as Esme that girl.” Arthur says. “And it’s just for a treehouse! Can’t be that big of a deal.”

“We both know it starts off that way, and then it spirals.”

“Spirals to where? Setting up a bookmaking business in the treehouse?” Arthur chuckles at his own joke. “Illegal betting on the ducks down in the pond?”

Alfie pours himself a cup of tea and smirks. “Careful Arthur, Thomas may get ideas.” Tommy doesn’t dignify him with an answer, but gives a ‘look’, before he goes back to the topic of the children’s decent into crime.

Alfie sits down by the table and listens as the two brothers argue over the possible, eventual consequences of treehouse-building using illicitly acquired materials. And he sort of forgives Arthur for barging in, as usual, and ruining his chances of getting some this morning. There’s always tonight. And Tommy will definitely be up for it then.

At the moment, he is pretty content just watching him. Tommy is busy with his now rather heated discussion with Arthur, and can’t tell him not to gawk. Alfie is happy to be able to gawk: he always enjoys it when Tommy gets riled up. The way he gestures, and how his eyes get that sharp look to them.

Yeah. Alfie Salomons is a lucky bastard alright.

[lets-have-a-mediocre-time]

Skelebros Relationship Headcanons

I’ve been listening to “Here Comes A Thought” from Steven’s Universe for a while and it has thoroughly infested my brain. And we’ve had a lot of angst on my blogs for a while now, so have some fluff.

UT!Sans - Blushes whenever you kiss his forehead. Any sweet and affectionate gesture makes him turn bright blue.

- At the first party you two go to, he asks you to dance. He’s all fumbly and awkward, and he steps on your toes a lot.

- The first little gift you get from him is a card. One of those friendship Hallmark cards you get at the convenience store, It’s got a pun on it. He put a sweet heart candy in it.

- He takes you window shopping a lot. You two don’t always have the money to buy everything you like, but he likes seeing how you get all excited when you see something cool.

- The first argument you two have is probably over something minor in hindsight, but seemed like a big deal then. Sans leaves for a while to cool down. And when he comes back and the two of you make up, he kisses your cheek.

UT!Papyrus

- He’s always singing or humming, but if you ask him to sing something for you, he starts blushing and tripping over the words.

- When you have a nightmare, he holds you in his lap and rocks you back and forth, humming softly to you until you fall back asleep.

- He usually tries to go all out when he gets you presents, but he’s bad at shopping for other people. But while he might not find the perfect thing, all of his gifts are thought-out and full of love.

- He’s a surprisingly good dancer, as you find out when you go to a formal party. He can waltz, and you spend the night dancing with him, but since he’s so tall he quite literally sweeps you off your feet a few times when you turn.

- He loves giving you piggy-back rides, and he loves to mess with you during them. Sometimes he’ll pretend you’re really heavy and that he’s going to fall over. One time he did, but instead of dropping you or squishing you, he just fell on his face rather than risk hurting you.

US!Sans

- He loves you so much and he wants you to know that. He tells you that he loves you constantly. Sometimes when you’re just sitting on the couch watching some show, he’ll just randomly say “I love you”

- He likes just sort of laying next to you. Not doing anything in particular, just laying near you and maybe holding hands holding hands.

-  When the two of you are sitting around, sometimes he bumps his feet against yours. No real reason, he just likes being near you. And it makes him happy, when he reminds himself that you’re actually there. He still can’t believe you’re actually here with him.

- He likes playing with your hair, no matter how short or long it is. Sometimes he just pets you. He likes scruffing up your hair, it makes you look cute when you’re all fluffed up.

- A lot of the ways he shows he cares is by making sure you take care of yourself. Sometimes he just drags you away from work to sit on the floor and do a puzzle, sometimes he makes you a snack. A lot of the times he just talks to you. About anything or nothing, or just whatever.

US!Papyrus

- A lot of the time you spend together, he just looks at you. Not touching you or talking to you, just looking at you with this look of awe on his face.

- He’s usually pretty lazy, but when you’re together, sometimes he’ll just pick you up. No reason. He’ll just swing you into a bridal style carry and kiss you.

- When he comes home from Muffet’s he always has a bag of food with him. It’s always your favorite. No matter how unhealthy, or uncommon. Even if you know for a fact Muffet doesn’t cook that dish.

- Sometimes if there’s only one chair left in the room, he’ll try to sit next to you on the same chair. Even if it’s way too small, he’ll give it a shot. It doesn’t help that no matter what sort of pretzel you two make all smooshed together, he usually falls asleep.

- He lets you win in Mario Kart, and Smash Bros.

UF!Sans

- He likes holding your hand, just running his thumb over your knuckles. Sometimes he’ll sneak a quick kiss onto the back of your hand.

- The first date you two go on is actually a picnic. He brought Grillby’s to eat of course, but the two of you sit in Waterfall and munch on fries. You get distracted, but then you feel something being put on your head. It’s a crown of echo flowers.

- Sans is actually pretty good at fixing things. If you  just have to be your knight in shining armor.” need your car’s oil changed, he can do it. He tries to teach you how to change a tire, but eventually he just gives up and throws an arm around your shoulder. “well, we tried. guess i’ll just have to be your handy-man”

- Getting him to do anything romantic in public is hard, but sometimes when people are distracted, he’ll give you a quick smooch.

- When Christmas comes along, you discover his one true weakness. He can’t tie a ribbon for anything. He actually ties his hand into the bow, and you have to untangle him. He does manage to tie a ribbon you saved from Valentine’s day around your wrist. It says “I <3 you”

UF!Papyrus

- He’s likes putting his head on your shoulder. Just laying his head there and closing his eyes.

- When you’re feeling down about yourself, he’ll sit next to you. And then he’ll list everything good about you. Everything.

-The first time you see him relax is when you’re watching some mind-numbing game show on T.V. He slowly just melts into the couch, and he scoots closer to you. Eventually he just leans his head on your shoulder and sighs happily.

- He love writing love notes to you. Pretty much every week you find a new note, with a flower laid on top of it. The house is pretty much overrun with flowers by now. He buys you bouquet after bouquet of flowers.

- He puts a lot of effort into his cooking. He tries to learn new dishes, especially ones you like. He makes you sweets, or hearty, healthy meals. His favorite thing is sharing a meal with you, even if it’s just a ham sandwich.

SF!Sans

- When you fall asleep on the couch, you always wake up to him laying next to you, curled into your side.

- He steals the blankets all the time, but sometimes. Only sometimes. He lets you take out one of the really old, really warm quilts he’s had forever. He likes showing you all the different patterns, and even though he doesn’t really know their meaning, he likes guessing them.

- When you two kiss for the first time, he has to stand on a chair. He nearly tips over, and you have to catch him. And when you’re holding him steady, that’s when he realizes he loves you.

- He always takes you on really elaborate dates. All the time. He puts a lot of effort into them, but sometimes they don’t work out. So he goes with his back-up plan. And the two of you order Chinese food and watch weird game shows.

- When he hugs you, he always bumps his forehead against your’s

SF!Papyrus

- He always gives you his jacket if you look even the slightest bit cold.

- Whenever you fall asleep on the couch, you wake up in your bed, tucked in. Sometimes there’s even a glass of water and a snack on your bedside table.

- He really likes doing little, sappy romantic gestures. If there’s condensation on a window, he’s put a heart with the two of your names in it. Sometimes he serenades you. Other times he picks you up and swing you around and around.

- He takes you on a lot of outdoorsy dates. He teaches you how to ice-skate, and when you trip and fall on top of him he just laughs and kisses your nose. Then he has you hold onto him while he skates you around the lake.

- He likes writing on you. When your reading, sometimes he’ll just take a pen and doodle on your skin. He draws little flowers,and smiley faces. And he’ll let you doodle on him too. He likes having matching drawings on each other, kind of like temporary tattoos