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bobby being buck's parent fics

w/ buddie in honour of the horrors that was today, i figured that we needed a bit more comfort (pain?) to go with it this is a mixed rated list, make sure to check the tags. remember to leave kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

the ordeal of dating your captain's (adopted) son (series) by: polish_amber "The au where bobby adopted evan when he was six years old, and then twenty years later eddie joins the 118 and starts dating buck... and no one initially realises that evan and buck are, in fact, the same person." word count: 307k important tags: bobby adopted buck, miscommunication, team as family, developing relationship

we found love right where we were by: polish_amber "the one where may ensures buck is enfolded properly into the grant-nash clan, which means bobby (and by extension the firefam, because gossip) suddenly gets significantly more insight into the inner workings of the buckley-diaz family, and all roads lead to buddie…" word count: 70k important tags: buck & may siblings, fluff, family feels if it weren't for second chances by: alasse a story about how buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets eddie diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an evan nash story). word count: 47k important tags: familes of choice, buck & bobby save each other, slow burn buck being bathena's kid fics (lots of works, check tags for each one) by: smilingbuckley "A bunch of stand-alone fics where Bobby and/or Athena are acting like his parents/are his parents." word count: 533k important tags: bobby & athena being buck's parents, buck, may & harry as siblings, team as family winter prayer by: daisies_and_briars "when a work conflict prevents athena from accompanying bobby to minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, buck and may offer to go instead. over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and bobby faces his grief." word count: 18k important tags: may & buck siblings, road trips, established relationship, grief, healing words, how little they man when they're a little too late by: polish_amber "the one where buck builds a family and his birth parents get exposed to pieces of it in the aftermath of 6x10: in a flash." word count: 13k important tags: hurt!evan buckley, pre-relationship buddie, pov outsider, team as family catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown." word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, angst, mental breakdown, multiple pov to be loved anyways by: bookworm0303 "buck experiences the unconditional love of a parent for the first time in his life at a five year-old's birthday party." word count: 15k important tags: established relationship, buckley siblings have bad parents, protective!bobby nash bobby versus buddie by: songbvrd "five times bobby tried to gently hold buddie's hands and tell them they were in love, and one time they got the picture." word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, mutual pining, idiots in love, bobby nash pov the one with the return of the sex addiction by: buddiefication "bobby can tell that buck has a secret. he’s been showing up to things late, forgetting important information, and getting easily distracted. bobby comes to the most obvious conclusion: buck’s self-diagnosed sex addiction has returned in full-swing." word count: 2.7k important tags: outsider pov, secret relationship, worried!bobby java blues by: ravens_words "eight times buck drank bobby’s coffee, and the one time bobby made it for him." word count: 5.5k important tags: bobby nash pov, fluff

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Image by:@angeltailz(on twitter)

Ok guys I want to show you everything that happened

1.Their account

2.The story

The story is on Twitter, here is the link to understand this story WhExpoder

3.Trusted artists who fall deep into the hatred hole

Unfortunately, like any person who has made mistakes, there are always people who dare to throw ropes at them to help them. If you see a person who supports and accepts the apologies of Java AND Bug please block them or bring them to their senses!

4.Let them fall towards forget

Unfortunately as I show them to you, it is time to say goodbye to them, so unfortunately if you see their account OR you are subscribed to their accounts you must block them!

5.Why am I showing you this?

This is due to the fact that I want to protect you, minor and adult. I want the safety of Strangers but also of my family and especially you, my subscribers, but also to the artist that I love and who are friendly...But also because I have a dream... to become a lawyer one day...But usually my account is only for drawings but I really want to help

6.The proof that I blocked them

I don't have Instagram so...

7.The lesson of all this

You should never trust people too much, especially when you don't know them in real life, be careful with your choices of trust!

[redrose10]

🌹 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

To-Do List♥️

Yoongi

Series

𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 & 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 (Completed)

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 The Proposal

Alternate Ending 1 (very angsty) Alternate Ending 2

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓷 (Ongoing) (On hold)

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

Part 1 Part 2

Raspberry Romances (Completed)

Summary: There’s no one on this planet you hate more than your coworker/secret crush Min Yoongi. He’s an arrogant, rude, womanizer who gets under your skin every single shift and you can’t wait for your day to be over so you can get away from him. Unfortunately when Jimin, your caseworker from The Ministry of Adoration, shows up offering you both a raspberry jam filled cookie, things take a surprising turn for the worst and you can no longer get away.

Chapter 1- Coffee and Cookies

Chapter 2- Whiskey and Wedding Cake

Chapter 3- Tea and Tteok-bokki

Chapter 4- Sparkling Cider & Strawberry Pie

Chapter 5- Tacos and Tangerine Juice

Cold Brewed Love (Completed)

Summary: When you begged the owner of Jin’s Java House to hire more employees you didn’t mean for him to stick you with the cold, rude, arrogant CEO Min Yoongi. Over time something begins to brew between you both and you end up forced to make decisions way above the pay grade of a cafe barista.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Cherries (Completed)

Summary: He hated them yet they became a symbol of your love for each other. Until one day they just might be what tears you apart.

Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2

Who Rescued Who? (Completed)

Summary: With only a few dollars left to your name you weren’t sure how you were going to survive. Thankfully, Suga’s Cat Cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. Not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe owner named Yoongi. At first you believed it was him that saved you at your worst, but as time went on you started to wonder…who rescued who?

Part 1 Part 2

One-Shots

He Knows

Promise

The Beanie Blues

Oblivious

I’d love too

24 Hours

Cuddle Noodle

These Cheeks are Yours Forever and Ever Babe

I Bet You Say That To All Your Girls

Cravings of Love

Pretty Eyes

Wish Upon A Star

Honey Hotteok

Birthday Cake From Hell

Drabble Game

Jin- 1

Yoongi- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Hobi- 1 2

Namjoon- 1 2

Jimin- 1

Picture Game

Everything Will Be Okay Nervously in Love (NSFW)

Pumpkin Spice Lattes Three Little Words

Even Zombies Need Love

Tulip Trees

A Growing Family

The Devil is Beautiful

Min F.cking Yoongi

Secrecy

Hair Tutorials

Kangaroo Vows

Maybe In the Next Life Part 2

Prompt Game

Bonnie and Clyde

Fire & Ice

Beauty and the Frog

Lemonade (Jungkook)

Do You Want Some Ramen?(Jungkook)

I Will Always Love You

The Silent Game (Taehyung NSFW)

The Cookie Jar (Namjoon)

Sprinkles

Valentines Prompt Game

Quiet Baby

Six Annoying Cupids

The Boy Next Door

Be My Valentine

Confetti Cake Crush

Namjoon

Rock-A-Bye-Baby

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Queer Week of Rest, who's joining?!

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So Pride can be energizing, but it’s also a protest - and sometimes, even the most tireless activists experience burnout.

As a primarily digital-based org, we're logging off this week.

By logging off, we’re setting the standard for a Queer Week of Rest, with plenty of time to recharge, show ourselves some love and care, and come back reenergized to stand up for LGBTQ+ youth throughout the rest of 2024 - and we encourage y'all to take a device break, too! 

In the meantime, some resources you can access and reblog while we’re away:

💜 Our Get Help Page: Our database of over 1,000 LGBTQ+ orgs, hotlines, and resources you can filter by issue and location.

💜 imi: imi guide is a free, online mental health tool made for and with LGBTQ+ youth with guides on stress, stigma, gender, and queerness, including interactive activities like a new name try-on!

💜 Digital Pride on Twitch: Watch what you missed during Digital Pride as our community built an entire Pride Village in Minecraft! You can explore the open server for yourself, too: with the Java edition of Minecraft and your install set to 1.20.6, add the server pridevillage.carpercreations.dev

💜 TikTok and Youtube: Watch the new Youth Voices Roundtable on Youtube to hear from LGBTQ+ youth as they talk about Nex Benedict, how they can be better supported at school at home, and what Pride means to them. And watch tons of stories, experience, and advice on our TikTok!

See you again on July 8th, and we can’t wait!

[dancethroughthethunder]

Bobby From High School Chapter Six: Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Word Count: 5.0k

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 Of All the Gin Joints, Chapter 2 Two Coffees, Chapter 3 It’s Not Prom, Chapter 4 If Life Were a Musical, Chapter 5 I've Got You

Summary: The very first Friday night back since the Uranium mission finds the Dagger Squad back at the Hard Deck, as expected. With everyone in a celebratory mood, you and the team spend the night drinking and having fun. In all of your fun, you can't stop to think how lucky you are to have been brought into this group, and to get to love Bobby.

Author’s Note: We did it! The final chapter of BFHS, my beloved old friends to new friends to lovers story. I think I say this about everything I write but BFHS really has a special place in my heart. I just really want a night out with the Daggers at the Hard Deck. It's a little over the top but that's just their dynamic tbh. That's it for Tiger and Bobby (for now at least). Thanks for everyone who has come along for the ride! xoxoxo

Divider credit: @/saradika

tw: mention of alcohol/being drunk

It's the first Friday night since the uranium mission, and the Dagger Squad has all agreed to meet at the Hard Deck. Nobody has said it outright but there’s a clear agreement that everyone’s ready to celebrate with plenty of alcohol. Everyone’s excited about the success of the mission, and to be back home safely. 

Bob is excited to see you. You met him at base when he first got back late Monday night, but he’s been so busy with after action reports, debriefs, and mandatory medical check-ins that you haven’t seen much of each other since. You should be there soon, having texted him that you were calling your uber a little while ago. 

Bob is trying to focus on watching his friends play pool instead of keeping his eyes on the door, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Shifting his attention from Hangman, across the pool table to Rooster, the light catches his glasses just right and he notices a smudge on his right lens. He lifts up a few inches from his seat to grab his glass cloth out of his back pocket and takes his glasses off to clean them. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry this sounds like such a cheap pick up line but do we know each other? You look so familiar.” 

Bob looks up from his glasses to find a beautiful woman with a drink in her hand, standing there talking to him. He doesn’t need his glasses to recognize her, he’d know her anywhere. He laughs and shakes his head while he finishes cleaning his glasses, sliding them back on his face before leaning up to meet you for a kiss.

“Holy shit, Bobby Floyd!” You say with a smile.

“You’re ridiculous.” Bob laughs. “Hi darlin’.” 

“Hi, Bobby.” You steal another kiss. “It was the perfect timing, I couldn’t resist.” You shrug, and Bob can’t help but think how lucky he was the first time you approached him like that, to have reconnected with you after all these years and now, getting to be your boyfriend. 

“Tiger!” Hangman greets you, equally excited by your arrival as he is by the shot he just sunk to defeat Rooster. Ever since your interaction at the hospital after the bird strike, you and Jake have continued to be close. It baffles and delights the rest of the team, who can’t understand (but appreciate) the way that your friendship seems to balance him out from time to time.

“Jake.” You nod and greet the rest of the team. When Rooster just gives you a halfhearted wave instead of a normal greeting, you bite back a laugh at the look of defeat on his face before looking back to the shit-eating grin from Hangman.

Before you can pull up a seat next to Bob, Phoenix comes over to steal you away to the bar to get drinks. Bob takes the time to check you out. You’re wearing the same little ribbon in your hair that you wore when the two of you went to get coffee at Java’s. That first time you wore it, Bob tried his hardest not to think about untying that ribbon as a metaphor for unwrapping you, getting to know what’s underneath your clothes. This time, as your boyfriend, he gets a little more leeway in checking you out. This time, he knows exactly what you look like under those denim shorts, knows that the flattering cut of your shirt doesn’t do justice to your silhouette, to the way you look in his bed. You’re leaning forward, elbows on the bar just chatting casually with Penny and Nat and it’s a testament to Bob’s strength that he doesn’t drop everything to take you home right now. 

He’s still a gentleman though, so he gives himself just one more second to stare before looking away, not wanting to leer at you in public.

“Damn, Bob. Look at Tiger. You’ve got a good one.” Fanboy slides up next to Bob, looking at you appreciatively. “Respectfully, I mean.” He adds after a second.

Bob turns to look at Fanboy, and chooses to be grateful that at least Fanboy is being polite about it, even if he was completely checking out your ass. Plus, he’s right, you are hot. In typical Bob fashion he blushes a little as he nods, and agrees with Fanboy, “the luckiest”. 

Mickey slaps him on the shoulder in a proud bro manner before changing the subject entirely. “So, what do you think about getting everyone together for a Star Trek marathon one weekend?”

While Mickey and Bob are discussing the potential for a team movie marathon, hopefully Star Trek, you’re leaning against the bar chatting with Penny and Natasha while Penny pours your drinks. 

“Alright, one rum and coke for you,” Penny says, sliding you your drink, “and an ale for you,” she says to Nat. “Let me grab your shots.” 

“Thanks, Pen.” 

Penny grabs two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila and fills them for you while you continue to chat. 

“Now whose tab do you want them on?” Penny reaches over to grab two lime slices to go with the shots she’s placing in front of you.

Before Nat can object, you slide your credit card over to Penny as fast as you can. “Mine. Can you start one for me please and thanks?” You had been ready to go, getting your credit card out of your wallet and in your hand while talking so you could beat Nat to the chase.

Penny laughs at your urgency, “you’ve got it.” She says, taking your credit card down to the register to start your tab for the night.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nat looks exasperated, “but thank you. Next one’s on me though.” She smiles.

“It’s been a long week for y’all. Consider it a token of my appreciation for dealing with them, a welcome home present, and a thank you for being Bobby’s front-seater.” You start out light hearted but by the end of your sentence, you’re looking right into Nat’s eyes, conveying your sincere gratitude and care for her and the team. 

“That’s my job.” She says, kindly, pulling you in for a hug. “I’m so glad he has you.” You squeeze her a little tighter.

Pulling away, you turn towards the bar with a mischievous smile on your face. “Alright, you ready?” You pick up both shots of tequila, handing one to Nat.

“Let’s do this.” She laughs, knocking her glass into yours before you both toss them back. You make more of a face than Nat does as you simultaneously bite into your limes.

“One of these days I’m going to talk you into doing coconut rum shots with me instead.” You laugh, face still scrunched up.”

“But it’s so sweet!” Nat sticks her tongue out in mock disgust.

“Yes, and so much more palatable. I could knock that back like it’s nothing.” You sigh wistfully, trying not to laugh.

“Well, it’s still early. Maybe tonight’s the night.” Nat grabs her beer and you grab your cocktail and the two of you head back over towards the boys.

“Bobby told me he thinks everyone’s planning on getting pretty drunk tonight?”

“Oh without a doubt.” Nat confirms.

“I look forward to seeing what exactly that means for this group of hooligans.” You say, nodding in Hangman and Rooster’s direction. 

“Oh, you and me both.” Nat says. 

“I know, I’m just saying I think we can get everyone together, but I don’t know if we can get them to agree to watch them all at once.” Bob says to Mickey as you and Nat walk up.

“Watch what?” You ask.

“Mickey wants to get everyone together for a Star Trek marathon.” Bob says, sliding a hand around your waist.

“Oh. Hmm. You could start with the new ones? I feel like you can get the guys to agree to that. There’s something for everyone and it feels a little less dated.” You shrug.

“Bro, your girlfriend is a genius.” Mickey tells Bob before reaching over to give you a fist bump. “Thanks, Tiger!” He calls over his shoulder as he races over towards Javy and Reuben, already rambling about his idea for a movie night. 

“What a doofus.” You laugh.

After a few minutes of chatting with both of you, Nat looks over at the pool table. You try not to smirk while you watch her eyes linger on Rooster.

“I’m going to go see how badly Hangman is kicking Rooster’s ass.” She says, pointedly ignoring the look you’re giving her as she walks away.

“Oh I bet she is.” You murmur to Bob, turning to face him directly. When you lock eyes with him, you suddenly look more serious than you did watching Nat walk away. “I’m glad you’re home, by the way. I know I’ve said it, but I want to say it again.”

“Thank you, honey. I’m glad I am too.” Bob’s hand is still on your waist, and his grip tightens now that it’s just the two of you in your own world.

“I know it’s your job and you’re capable but I like it a lot better when you’re home safe with me.” 

You feel guilty saying it, but it’s true. It’s not like you’re asking him to give it up, or confessing a deep hatred, you’re just admitting that you prefer it when he’s here. Which he understands, he also likes being home safe with you. You both know it, in lieu of answering Bob just leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. Neither of you move for a moment, you just sit there leaning against him with Bobby’s lips pressed to your forehead. 

In the background, you hear Hangman cheer again, but your focus is fully on Bob. You’re just breathing him in, feeling him against you. You’re in the middle of a loud, crowded bar but as far as you’re concerned it’s just you and Bobby. 

Well, it is until you’re interrupted.

“Alright, lovebirds. Time for some shots!” Hangman claps a hand on each of your shoulders.

“Isn’t it a little early in the night?” Bob raises one eyebrow in Hangman’s direction. 

“Didn’t I just do one with Nat?” You ask at the same time.

“Exactly.” Jake nods. 

“I don’t even know what that means.” Rooster says as he walks up.

“That’s alright bird boy, you don’t have to understand. You just have to buy them.” Jake says with a wicked smile.

Coyote comes up behind them, and claps a hand on Rooster’s shoulder, ready to steer him up towards the bar. 

“It could be worse, you could owe everyone two rounds of shots?” You shrug.

“Oh, now Tiger, that’s more like it.” Jake whoops and you cringe, immediately, watching him take your words as an invitation.

“Two rounds of shots on Rooster!” Coyote says triumphantly while you cringe and mouth the word sorry to Bradley.

“Wow, what a man.” Nat teases. 

“Yeah, yeah. I hate you all.” Bradley groans. 

“I want to be offended, but I deserve that this time.” You lean over to Bob and Nat while Coyote and Jake practically manhandle Rooster in the direction of the bar. It’s entirely unnecessary given the lack of resistance Rooster puts up, but you’re pretty sure that it’s half the fun for them. 

The guys return a few minutes later, and true to their word have two trays filled with enough shots for each of you to have two. You’re pretty impressed that they’ve managed to make their way through the crowd in one piece, with all shots as full as they were when Penny poured them.

“Tequila time!” Fanboy announces, setting down his own tray that’s filled entirely with salt and limes.

“Oh my god, are we making an entire production of this?” You ask Nat.

“It’s like you’ve never met them before. Of course we’re making a production of this.” She replies. 

“Alright is it salt, shot, lime, salt, shot, lime?” Fanboy asks.

“No way dude, it’s salt, shot, shot then lime. Back to back, get them over with.” Payback insists while he passes shots out from his tray. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Payback has a point. Get them both over with.” Bob says with a sigh. “After that first lime, you won’t want to do the second shot.”

“Atta boy, Bob.” Hangman cheers. 

Somehow it’s agreed. In quick succession you’re each going to take a bit of salt, then two shots of tequila, and then you’ll bite into your limes. 

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the Farmers Market tomorrow morning but now I’m thinking we’re going to want to spend the day in bed.” You tell Bob as you reach over to get your lime ready.

“What are we drinking to?” Coyote asks.

“How about to a successful mission and getting home safe?” You offer. “No? Too sentimental?” You read the faces around you and see slight smiles but nobody looks enthused by your idea. “How about to being the best of the best?” You try again. This time, everyone’s faces light up.

“To being the best!” The team cheers unironically, some of you holding your first shot and some holding both up in the air. In practiced unison, everyone takes their first shot though everyone falls out of sync for the second. 

You have to admit, Bob and Reuben were right. It’s definitely much better to get through both shots and then have your lime instead of forcing yourself back to the tequila after the lime. Just like before, you screw up your face in reaction to the tequila going down your throat as you bite into your tequila. 

Looking over at Bob, he’s got a little bit of lime on his face. 

“Oh honey, you’ve got something right there.” You tell him.

“Oh, where?” He asks, bringing his hand up towards his face right as you lean in and press a messy, loud kiss to his lips. 

“Right there.” You giggle.

“Get it, Bob.” Someone cheers behind you.

“Alright you freaks, what’s next?” 

“Darts?” Coyote suggests, and you and Fanboy offer to bring the trays back to Penny and grab another round before meeting everyone back over by the dart boards. 

“So I’ve been thinking some more,” you say as you set the trays down on the bar and grab a cup of peanuts for Bob, “I think you get everyone to agree for a movie night at your house or Bob’s and then when they get there, just put Trek on. If you ask them in advance, they’re going to whine about it but once it’s on they’ll enjoy it. So don’t give them the option.” 

“Dude, you really are a genius.” Fanboy says appreciatively while the two of you balance everyone’s drinks.

“Someone’s gotta be the brains around here.” You joke, making your way back towards the team where everyone seems to be arguing about the teams for darts. Everyone, but Bob, that is. He’s claimed a seat off to the side and is just watching everyone with an amused smile on his face. Always ready for a rescue, Nat steps in to help you and Fanboy pass out drinks and soon you’re left with just yours and Bob’s.

“Do I even want to know?” You ask, sliding up to him as you hand him the cup of peanuts and a beer.

“I’ve been here the whole time and I’m not even sure I know.” He shakes his head, amused. 

“Well, they’re your team.” You shrug, taking a sip.

“Exactly, I got assigned to them. You chose this.” He says, as if choosing to be around this group is the craziest thing he’s ever heard.

“You got me there.” 

Bob holds out a shelled peanut at the exact second you go to reach for one out of his cup. Sometimes romance is fresh flowers at the market and sometimes it’s a shelled peanut at a Navy bar at the exact second you want it, and as long as it’s with Bob, you couldn’t ask for anything more. 

You hook your foot around the leg of Bob’s chair and in one swift movement, pull him closer to you. He’s clearly not expecting it and nearly topples into you, not ready to brace himself and laughing from the shock. But you were ready, so you just maneuver yourself even closer in a move that was somehow a lot smoother than it should have been.

“Hi, Bobby.” You smile up at him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Hi, beautiful.” Bob smiles as you reach a hand up to brush aside a piece of hair that’s fallen onto his forehead. 

“Wanna know something?” You ask brightly.

“What’s that, darlin’?” His eyes scrunch just a little bit, trying to figure out what you’re going to say.

“I love you.” You say, like it’s your first time: smile wide, and face a little flushed.

“I love you, too.” Somehow your smile gets even wider before you kiss him again. 

For two people who aren’t the biggest proponents of PDA, the few kisses you’ve exchanged tonight are practically scandalous. Whether it’s fueled by the tequila in your system, the joy and adrenaline of being reunited post-mission, or the infectious energy the entire team is giving off, you’re not sure. Hell, it’s probably some combination of the three. 

Still, for most couples out on a Friday night, it’s tame. You’ve exchanged a grand total of five kisses all night (one to the forehead), and Bobby’s hand has a respectful grasp on your waist. You’re an affectionate drunk, and you’re both comfortable in your little corner by your friends. Besides, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t seen Jake do much worse over the few months you’ve been coming to the bar with everyone. 

Eventually, the two of you turn your attention back towards the rest of the team, watching the game of darts. Bob tries to explain it to you, until Hangman notices you watching. Always one to put on a show for an audience, Hangman and Coyote start implementing all kinds of tricks to their throws while Phoenix and Rooster groan and boo them each time. 

Finally, you’re not quite sure why, maybe it’s the look of annoyance on Rooster’s face, maybe it’s the overexaggerated drawl that Hangman is using, but you eventually burst into laughter. And it’s loud. The type of laughter where trying to stop to explain what you think is so funny only makes you laugh harder. For a brief second, everyone looks at Bob expecting him to be able to clue them in. But when Bob just shrugs his shoulders, it sets off a ripple effect through the rest of the team. After you, Fanboy bursts into laughter, which prompts Payback and Coyote. This makes Bob laugh, which finally gets Natasha and despite their best efforts not to give in, soon Rooster and Hangman do too and the entire group is laughing without knowing why. 

Eventually the laughter dies down and you suddenly realize how badly you need to pee, which isn’t all that surprising given how many drinks you’ve had. You stand up from your seat next to Bob and wordlessly make your way over to Nat where you grab her hand and take off towards the bathroom. Nat seems to know exactly what’s on your mind as she silently follows you, hand in hand.

“Where are they going?” Fanboy asks.

“Who knows.” Hangman replies. 

Meanwhile, you and Nat are making your way through the crowd to the bathroom, her hand still tucked into yours while you weave through people. There’s a pretty large group in khaki who clearly preferred to come right to the bar instead of change, though you think that part of it might also be guys who want to fit in with the crowd in hopes of drawing the attention of a woman who loves a uniform. 

“Thank god there’s never a line here.” You tell Nat as you push the door open.

“One perk of being a woman in and around the Navy - no bathroom lines.” 

“To the patriarchy!” You say with a sarcastic salute. Nat snort laughs as you make your way into a stall. The second you sit down, you feel the world spin for just a second, just enough to realize exactly how much alcohol is coursing through your bloodstream. You’ve never understood the phenomenon of realizing how drunk you are in the bathroom, especially since you were recently sitting with Bobby so it’s not like your first time sitting. But as always it still applies to you. 

Meeting Nat back out by the sinks, you wobble for a second looking in the mirror, you two of you bursting out in laughter again. 

“Please tell me you’re as drunk as I am.” You giggle, washing your hands.

“Yes ma’am.” This time it’s Nat’s turn to salute jokingly, the movement so ingrained in her that despite her best effort, the form is still perfect. Watching her in the mirror, your jaw drops. 

“Nat. We have to take a mirror selfie.” You say, as though it’s the most important idea you’ve ever had.

“Oh my god, yes.” She replies, with the same amount of importance.

The two of you continue laughing, taking selfies together, just enjoying having a moment of girlhood - the experience of laughing with another woman, drunk in a bathroom. 

“Okay, okay, we should get the guys to take a picture with us, to commemorate or what the fuck ever.” You say, nodding along with your own idea. 

“You get to be the one to tell the boys.” 

If you didn’t already know you were drunk, your reaction now would make it clear. Instead of groaning at the prospect of trying to wrangle the team into one, nice photo, you light up, excited by the idea and grab Nat’s hand again as you practically run out of the bathroom and back to the team. As soon as you can be spotted through the crowd of people, Bob tilts his head curiously, seeing the excitement and speed with which you’re approaching. You’re so set on your mission that you don’t notice Fanboy walking a few steps behind you and Nat.

“Darlin?”  Bob asks, once you’re in hearing range. 

“We’ve had –” Nat bumps you with her hip, “– I’ve had the best idea. We’re taking a group photo.” You declare.

Unsurprisingly, you’re met with blank faces, and a lack of excitement.

“Come on, chop chop.” You say, undeterred by the silence. “Alright, all of you get together like you like each other. I want one nice one of the team first.” You say as you tug on Mickey’s sleeve to pull him closer to Bob. You’re flitting around, a woman on a mission, as you move and guide each aviator exactly where you want them, before taking a couple steps back and fishing your phone out of your pocket.

Everyone is together in a row, smiles on their faces and arms around each other. 

“Come on, put your arms around each other, it won’t kill ya.” You say, snapping photos all the while.

“What are you, our mom? Is this the first day of school?” Hangman jokes.

“You’ve got it, kiddo, now smile nice and pretty.” You retort, taking what ends up being one of your favorite photos of the night. The whole team is smiling and laughing together, arms around each other, except for the few hands that still have a beer in them. It’s a great photo, almost shockingly good, given how drunk you all are. 

“Alright,” you say, lowering the phone, “one more.”

“Oh come on, Tiger.” Hangman whines.

“Bob, can’t you stop her? She’s your girl.” Payback jokes.

“No way, I’m smarter than that. Just give her another minute.” Bob tells them while you grab the nearest person with both hands free. You give the girl your phone before darting into the group, determined to make it nice and quick. 

Unfortunately, the combination of speed and tequila-driven lack of balance doesn’t do you any favors. On any other night, it wouldn’t have been noticeable but with all eyes on you from the team, waiting for your presence to take a photo and get back with it, everyone’s eyes go wide as you stumble, losing your balance just enough. But Bob’s got you. Always on the lookout, always anticipating your needs, Bob reaches out to steady you before you can actually fall, and tugs you into his side for the photos. On the other end of the group, Hangman makes some characteristically snarky comment and once again you’re all laughing.

This one becomes your second favorite photo, in a few months you’ll end up printing and framing a copy for each aviator, ignoring the teasing comments about how sappy you are. It’s clear how much you all mean to each other. Even more so than the team photo earlier, everyone is laughing and smiling at each other, the joy shining clearly in your faces. But your favorite one is the one taken seconds before, where everything is the same except you and Bobby are turned to look at each other, smiles wide, in the aftermath of your near-fall. 

But for now, you all smile while the stranger you grabbed takes one last photo before you tell the guys they’re free. While they make overexaggerated comments about the horror you put them through for a photo, you thank the girl and take your phone back, not even bothering to check the photos out before sliding it in your pocket. 

You all go back to standing around, telling stories and swapping jokes until a familiar song starts playing on the jukebox. It’s the same Shania Twain ballad that you and Bobby danced to the night before your first date.

Immediately, you turn to look over at Rooster who shrugs. 

“This one wasn’t me, Tiger.” 

Before you can interrogate the rest of the team, Bob’s hand moves from around your waist to hold your hand. 

“Whaddya say darlin’, wanna dance?” This time, Bob doesn’t need the encouragement from the team to get him to ask you.

“As if I’d ever say no to you.” You say sweetly, following your boyfriend to the dance floor. Like last time, Bob pulls you into him and you rest your head on his chest. This time, Bob’s grip is a little bit lower, and a little bit tighter around your waist. Over your head, Bob shoots Nat a wink and mouths a thank you to Mickey for having gone to queue the song for him right before you and Nat got back from the bathroom. The two of you spend the rest of the ballad swaying together before, exactly like before, Bob spins you into a dip again. You’re still giggling when you right yourself and lean up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Your giggles are contagious and it makes an almost sickeningly sweet image, the two of you in the middle of the dance floor, drunkenly giggling through your kiss. 

Shockingly, Nat manages to hold the rest of the team back just long enough for you to pull away from the kiss before they all swarm you.

“Piano time!” Coyote announces.

“Piano time?” You ask.

“Oh, Tiger, I hate to admit it but you’re really in for a treat.” Hangman says, with a nod towards the piano where you see Rooster taking a seat. Rooster makes a show of sitting up nice and straight before nodding at Payback who unplugs the jukebox. You expect an outrage, and while there’s some definite confusion, most everyone turns their attention right to the piano. Clearly, this isn’t the first time this has happened, you think.

“C’mon darlin’.” Bob says, as he and Nat lead you through everyone else in the bar to circle Rooster with the rest of the team. 

You’re all definitely causing a scene the way you hoot and holler along to the opening notes of the familiar song. It might be your first time witnessing this, but you fit in perfectly, squeezed in between Bob and Nat, cheering Rooster on. You spend the rest of the song dancing, more high energy than you might expect as you all sing exaggeratedly to one another. 

On the first kiss me baby you lean in and kiss Bob, as expected. You’re still aware that this is more PDA than the team has probably ever seen from you, but you’re all drunk enough and you and Bob are sweet enough about it that nobody seems to mind. Plus, the song practically demands it. The second time the lyrics come around, you shock everyone by pressing a kiss right to Nat’s cheek before she delivers an incredibly dramatic ooh that feels good that has you laughing so hard you have to lean your weight on Bob so as to not fall over.

It’s entirely possible you’ve never had a night exactly like this one, nor have you ever known anyone like this group. You don’t think you could be full of more love or joy if you tried. Not that you go out often, but when you do, you’re always a loving, cuddly drunk. So while Rooster plays, you look around at this team, and then at Bob, feeling so lucky. 

You’ve been lucky to know this man as long as you have, and by god are you lucky to get to love him the way you do. You’re so glad everyone is home safe from their mission, and while you’re likely to be exhausted tomorrow, you’re having the time of your life dancing and laughing with your friends. With one final burst of energy, you all yell out the last line of the song, goodness gracious, great balls of fire! You make quite the picture, the way you’re all centered around Rooster, this ridiculously handsome group of people that has turned into a family, and right behind the piano bench, are you and Bobby, arms around each other and big smiles, just the way it’s always been meant to be.

[illwilledomen]

maybe a silly q but do the existence of bedrock / java bear any weight to ur au? i love ur art and your interpretations SOOO much and ive been wonderin this 4 a while :p

Since abiogenesis isn’t what i call meta lore (where the story is In The Game, and they are Aware of it, like MCSM or Elementia chronicles) Java and bedrock aren’t a thing. However i do pick and choose some aspects from either version to incorporate. Like i have used NPCs from education edition as inspiration for pre-villager testificates in the ancient civilization of Elphar, and the bedrock edition wither’s ability to summon wither skeletons is utilized in my version of the wither in abiogenesis (irradiated corpses that are temporarily animated by the unnatural amounts of soul energy in the wither and spread withering further. Not the same as wither skeletons in the nether though.)

[hanleiacelebration]

2024 Han x Leia Holiday Exchange: The Reveal (part 2)

We did it!! 🎉 Today is the day we finally reveal our mystery gift-givers and two new fics! We hope everyone's had a great time participating, especially the folks who joined us for the very first time.

Thanks for helping us complete another successful holiday exchange: writers, betas, cheerleaders and readers, and our two amazing pinch hitters who made sure everyone got their gift. Cheers! 🥂

Without further ado, check out the 2024 Han x Leia Holiday Exchange Collection HERE 💖

Below, you'll also find a masterlist with all the fics, authors, and recipients for this year’s exchange 😊 Please go discover or rediscover the amazing stories we got this year, and remember to leave kudos and a comment if you liked them! 🙏

Writers, you're welcome to promote your fics and repost them anywhere you want to now.

If you haven't done so yet, please remember to read your gift and leave a comment thanking your writer!

Masterlist

A Bit Bitter, Mostly Smooth written by @walkawaytall for @sififantsyfangirl

A Sword in Silk written by @corellianangel for @graciecatfamilyband (thewritingpuss)

bring me java, bring me joy written by @yoyomarules (spinninginfinity) for @regardstosoulandromance (JediAnnieScrambler)

cinematic overture to a lifetime together written by @otterandterrier for @starry-mantle (zhiantara)

Come and Find Me Lying in the Bed I Made written by @graciecatfamilyband (thewritingpuss) for @hanorganaas

contemplating written by @ahsokatanoss for @otterandterrier

in a place that can make you change (fall in love again and again) written by @lajulie24 for @walkawaytall

Leia and Stitch written by @qualitymoonsuit (PridelandsQueen1990) for @lajulie24

Life Day’s Eve written by @phoenix-downer for @dayenurose

Moonlight Connections written by @maggzblair (MBlair) for @anonymous-scoundrel (princessofthescoundrels)

Running, Following and Staying written by @sififantsyfangirl for @qualitymoonsuit (PridelandsQueen1990)

Slow Dancing written by @starry-mantle (zhiantara) for @ahsokatanoss

Some Enchanted Life Day written by @bookishbrigitta for @phoenix-downer

Storytelling is a Solo Effort written by @dayenurose for @scratcho-mcdatcho (MrMitch)

The Twelve Days of Life Day written by @anonymous-scoundrel (princessofthescoundrels) for @diplomaticprincess

This New Year is for Us written by @theforceiswithus2 (NotoriousHRC) for @maggzblair (MBlair)

Time and Time Again written by @regardstosoulandromance (JediAnnieScrambler) for @corellianangel

Two Views written by @hanxleia (AdiGallia9) for @theforceiswithus2 (NotoriousHRC)

You are the future written by @scratcho-mcdatcho (MrMitch) for @bookishbrigitta

You're Alright written by @diplomaticprincess for @aheavenscorner

[empyreaneve]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Enjoy Minecraft RP? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

empyrean

/ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire.

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Empyrean Eve SMP is an 18+ LGBTQIA+ roleplay server, running on 1.20.1 Java, modded with Forge. Our magic-centric setting, forever world mindset and modpack are here to put an emphasis on long-term, collaborative, member-driven narrative, writing, character customisation and fun with friends on Minecraft!

Heavy on writing, roleplay and improv, the server is geared towards characterisation and fun, KeepInventory on, building and putting weight on lore, with both text and voice rp supported as well as an integrated Toyhouse page which functions as a wiki and character storage, with members encouraged to post their own. Feel free to take a look! Empyrean Eve tells the story of the Empyrean - a world of floating islands, high fantasy creatures, people turned animal in exchange for immense magical power and the legacy of a weeping wizard, who created all of it in love and despair.

Despite only 1208 years of total existence, the times have been spurred to a medieval era thanks to the gift of magic - but such youth means that the world, and its fledgling societies and governments, are anything but set in stone, without a longer history to learn from. How will your characters mold it?

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What does the server have on offer? ☆ Origins and classes to customise your playstyle to your liking. Soon to have an all-custom origin spread! ☆ Detailed character and model customisation which goes beyond normal Minecraft bounds - with animated tails, animal body parts, accessories, body sliders, animal forms and more. ☆ A high fantasy modpack geared towards roleplay and gameplay immersion; a magic system, expanded cooking, flying mounts, overhauled vanilla animals, NPCs, new blocks and themed decorations, a modded floating island world and plenty of strange creatures that inhabit it. ☆ Existing towns and locations to move into! ☆ A tight-knit community of roleplayers - using both text and in-game proximity voice chat. ☆ An established setting with a story and lore, with member submitted lore being the lifeblood of the SMP! ☆ In-character and out-of-character events and festivals, for both lore and fun. ———————————————————————————————

Interested? Send in an ask to receive an invite! ⋆｡°✩

[bullet-prooflove]

The Way All Cowboys Take Their Coffee: Travis Wheatley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow @trublu2u

Companion piece to Bronco & The Closest Thing To I Love You

It’s late when Travis wakes up the next morning, late by cowboy standards at least. The sun is just starting to rise, the orange light filtering through the slats of the blinds as his hand smooths over the empty sheets beside him. They’re still warm, you haven’t been gone long. He half expected it. He knows he’s the first man you’ve slept with since your marriage ended and last night…

Last night was intense and that isn’t including the conversation the two of you had about him courting you.

It takes him a minute to locate his jeans when he slips out from underneath the sheets. He has no idea where his ‘Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy’ t-shirt disappeared to, he can’t remember if he was wearing it when you made it to the bedroom or not.

He surprised to see you standing in the kitchen of the ranch he always rents when he’s in town. You’re wearing nothing but his missing t-shirt. He watches you for a moment,  standing in front of French press, pouring java into two mugs. Your unruly hair falls across your features as you add two sugars and then the creamer to your own, leaving his black.

It’s the way all cowboys take their coffee.

He wants this. Mornings with you, nights with you, a life with you, whatever that may look like. He steps into the room, picking up his hat from the dining table where he left it before he places on top of your head.

“Now my mornings perfect.” He tells you, tipping your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “Any regrets?”

“Only that we have to get up so early.” You tell him, your fingertips tracing over the stubble on his cheek. “Otherwise I would have liked to have spend the whole morning in bed with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He tells you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he backs you up against the counter. “Because I meant what I said last night, about coming back here every season, about being with you.”

“Travis.” You say quietly, your palms coming to rest upon his bare chest and he loves the way you say his name. “I’m not sure how much I can give you…”

“It doesn’t have to be anymore than this.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “You have your life, I have mine, sometimes we meet in the middle.”

You understand what he’s offering you, the chance to be with someone who cares about you, the space to work through your shit, to rebuilt your life the way you want it.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” You ask him as you look into his eyes. “That I’m what you want?”

He sees that doubt in you, that uncertainty and it breaks his fucking heart because you don’t know what it’s like to be loved, not really. You don’t understand that it doesn’t come with conditions, not if it’s true.

“Oh honey.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours as he kisses you for the first time that morning. “You are everything I could ever want and that ain’t gonna change anytime soon.”

Love Travis? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

So this series of posts reminded me of something that really fucking bothers me. While the 442nd are rightfully lauded for their spectacular accomplishments, I’d argue that a different unit of nisei contributed even more to the American war effort.

I’m talking, of course, about the Japanese-American veterans of the Military Intelligence Service (MIS).

Let’s take a moment here and do a little exercise in military logistics. It’s the 1940s and you’re in charge of running the American war effort against the Axis Powers. You want to know as much as possible about your enemy, right? The more you know about their troop movements, strategies, supply lines, morale, etc., the better you’ll be able to counter their efforts and stage attacks. Now, you and your allies have some pretty sharp fellas working on cracking your enemies’ codes, so you’ve actually got a big ol’ pile of communications to go through. There’s just one problem: your enemies don’t use English.

But hey! You’re America! Land of immigrants and all that! Don’t speak German? There’s plenty of German-Americans who do! Don’t speak Italian? There’s plenty of Italian-Americans who do! Don’t speak Japanese? HMMM. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO FIND A BUNCH OF JAPANESE SPEAKERS???

These excerpts come from American Patriots, an anthology of stories from the MIS interpreters put out by the Japanese-American Veterans Association of Washington DC. I know it’ll take a minute, but I want you to read every goddamn word. I *NEED* you to feel the weight of those events:

The United States military was crippled by its lack of Japanese interpreters. They knew they were crippled even before Pearl Harbor. To fix that handicap, they recruited men from literal concentration camps. Not only did those men rise to the occasion, but other men from other camps volunteered to serve. This country did not deserve their loyalty, but they still served. And no one fucking talks about them.

Wow! That’s amazing! Surely there’s a bunch of movies and books and documentaries about these guys, right? America loves a good patriotic WWII story!

There's almost no media about the Japanese translators. American Patriots is the only book I’ve come across in real life, and that only happened because I stopped by the Japanese American Veterans Association's booth at the Cherry Blossom Festival. There's a few history books, mostly by Japanese-American groups, and a couple of articles, but that’s about it. They're all pretty old (American Patriots came out in 1995). Nobody fucking talks about the nisei translators.

The next time you bring up the heroic service of the 442nd Regiment, bring up the heroic service of the Japanese translators of the MIS. The next time you discuss the contributions of POCs to the US military, I want you to discuss the Japanese translators. The next time you get angry about how Asian-Americans are ignored by American culture, I want you to get angry about the Japanese translators. This is an important piece of American history, and it’s always overlooked, and I’m sure we all know why. Let’s change that.

Further reading:

Nisei Linguists from Washington in World War II

Military Intelligence Service

JAVA's compilation of nisei members of the MIS Hall of Fame

JAVA's research archive

[redrose10]

I’m still working on the picture game, but I got really inspired (motivated?) to finally finish this one and didn’t want to pass that up. This was supposed to just be a funny fluffy story so I’m not 100% satisfied with it and wish I had just stuck to the original idea which is part of the reason I put off writing this, but it is what it is and I do kind of like the ending.

So here is the final chapter, Chapter 3. Thank you to everyone for your patience on this!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 as reminders

CEO Yoongi x Female Barista/College Student Reader

Title: Cold Brewed Love

Summary: When you begged the owner of Jin’s Java House to hire more employees you didn’t mean for him to stick you with the cold, rude, arrogant CEO Min Yoongi. Over time something begins to brew between you both and you end up forced to make decisions way above the pay grade of a cafe barista.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, hints of smut(nothing explicit), Yoongi is mean but we all know he’ll turn fluffy later, violence, kidnapping, guns, murder, mentions of blood, death, funerals

Word Count: 3,189

“Yoongi!Yoongi!!! I’m in here.”, you shouted hoping that he could hear you. Footsteps got closer and closer and moments later he was standing in front of you panting and trying to catch his breath. He grabbed hold of the iron bars that were separating you two, the blood on his hands didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Yoongi pulled and shook the bars as hard as he possibly could trying to beak them open. When he realized his strength was not going to be enough he released his hold kicking the bottom with all he had.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I promise I’ll get you out of here.”, he whimpered near tears.

“It’s okay Yoongi. It is. Just please help me.”, you begged. You knew the sight of him should’ve infuriated you. That you should’ve cursed at him and directed all your anger towards w CD him. It was his fault that you were in this position to begin with. But there was something about having him there that comforted you. That made you want to escape and run right into his arms.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the great Min Yoongi.”, a familiar annoying voice said.

Yoongi’s body visibly stiffened. “Myung”, he spat.

Your kidnapper whom you finally learned his name came a little bit closer, “Honestly Yoongi I am shocked that you are here. I guess there is a little bit of warmth left in that cold frozen heart of yours.”

“Let Y/N go. She’s innocent in all of this. Everything that happened between you and me and everything that will happen has nothing to do with her.”, Yoongi said taking a small step forward.

Myung laughed, “You know I might’ve actually considered that if it wasn’t for the fact that two of my men are laying dead just outside that door…all thanks to you.”

Your small gasp didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi was ashamed that he had to kill again, something he swore he would never do.

“And now you’re both going to pay for that.”, Myung smiled.

He tried to reach for the lock on the iron gate but Yoongi was quick to grab his wrist and stop him, “I said DON’T. FUCKING. TOUCH. HER.”

Myung’s lips curled up into a disgusting smile before he cackled, “Awwww Min Yoongi is in love. That’s fucking disgusting.”

Suddenly his eyes lit up though, “Yoongi, I have a great idea. How about we both go in there and we can take turns with Y/N…you know just like old times? She looks like the kind of slut that would be into that.”

You felt appalled at what he was trying to insinuate about you but before you could even react yourself Yoongi already had Myung pushed up against the back wall, his thumbs forcefully pressing down on his throat. “Don’t ever speak about her like that.”, he hissed before Myung managed to break free.

“Fine! Fuck you both then.”, he choked still trying to catch his breath.

There was a knock followed by some footsteps. A very burly man walked in. He didn’t say a word.

“Ahhh just in time.”, Myung said as he took a black velvet bag from the man. Myung dismissed him and he was gone in just a few long strides.

Yoongi had moved back near you. You had your fingers wrapped around his the best you could through the iron bars. You both watched as Myung slowly untied the ribbon around the black bag.

He smirked, “I know that Yoongi knows what this is, but I’m guessing our little Y/N isn’t going to be so sure.” He walked closer to you making Yoongi step inbetween you both a little more. He let out a sound that could almost be described as a low growl.

“Oh stand down you over grown chihuahua.”, Myung scoffed, “I just want to show Y/N your sweet gift.”

You were terrified yet somehow still curious.

Myung came closer, “Y/N this is called a gun.”

You bit your tongue trying not to aggravate the situation even more thanks to his condescension.

He showed you the silver pistol flipping it over several times, “See this right here…this engraving of a rose? That was the symbol of our organization. We went with a rose because even when faded and dead there is still some beauty to it. Beautiful right? Oh! And see these initials…those are mine and those are your little boyfriends.”

You looked over the gun. It was indeed beautiful yet horrifying at the same time.

Myung continued, “This gun is one of a kind and very expensive. It was a gift from Yoongi. A gift after we made our first big deal and our business started taking off. You see, I’ve always cherished this gift. It was from my best friend who I loved and respected more than anything. But then I was betrayed.”

You could see that Yoongi tense up. Even your own nerves were starting to shake.

“And even after that. Even when I thought I lost everything, even when I didn’t have a cent to my name and I was digging through others trash for something to eat…I refused to sell this. It meant too much to me. I knew that one day I would be grateful that I held onto it.”

While still holding the silver pistol in his left hand, his right hand reached behind him and he brandished a second gun.

He grinned at you, “And today is finally that day. Because the same gun that my best friend gifted to me all those years ago, is the same gun that he is going to use to kill you, the love of his life with.”

There was no time for you or Yoongi to react. Within an instant Myung had the barrel of the other gun pushed flush against the back of Yoongi’s skull.

“Go on take it.”, he said holding out the silver one. When he didn’t grab it Myung cocked the gun that was being held against his head. The click sound it made, although quiet, sounded deafeningly loud at the moment. “How about now? Take the gun Yoongi.”, he said shoving it towards him again.

Yoongi’s hands were shaking. The crimson colored blood from earlier now dried but still a contrasting difference compared to his pale skin.

Myung smiled unlocking the iron gate and forcing Yoongi inside your cell. You were sat down on the ground leaning up against the farthest wall.

“Now! Let’s see if you’ve really changed at all or do you still only care about yourself?…Go on… Kill her.”, he pointed in your direction.

Yoongi inched his way over to you. Myung still forcing the gun against his head.

“Go ahead, say your goodbyes.”

Yoongi crouched down in front of you. The silver he held in his hand very prominent. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”, he murmured.

Myung pushed the gun a little harder making Yoongi wince, “Kill her! Or I will kill you both.”

You closed your eyes not wanting to watch it happen. You waited and waited. A few seconds felt like an eternity.

With your eyes glued shut the rest of your senses were heightened. That was the only way you were able to hear the faintest call of your name.

When you cracked open your eyes Yoongi was staring at you. You also noticed that two other men had entered the room standing just outside your cell, their guns drawn.

You turned your attention back to Yoongi. His eyes began looking down a few times before searching for you again. Following his line of vision there was a tiny piece of paper tucked just under your thigh. Slowly you inched your fingers just enough to grasp it and bring it fully in your possession.

“Y/N look at me.”, he whispers once more. You did as was requested of you.

“When I say so…take this gun. There are six bullets and it will already be cocked. All you have to do is pull the trigger. Take it and run. Run as fast and as far as you can get. Don’t stop for anyone.”

“No, what about you.”, you tried to whisper, the tears forming at your waterline making it difficult.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m the reason you’re here to begin with. I’ll be okay. I just want you to get out and be safe. Promise me you’ll run and you won’t stop.”

You nodded and tried to speak but Myung was getting impatient, “Okay that’s it. Do it now Yoongi or I will and I’ll make you watch.”

Yoongi gave you a small nod. He stood up and pointed the gun at your forehead.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry and I hope one day you can forgive me.”, he spoke softly, a slight waiver in his voice.

You heard the gun cock. “Do it Yoongi!! Do it!”, Myung exclaimed excitedly.

“1…2…3..Now Y/N!”, Yoongi screamed.

Instantly you jumped up grabbing the gun. Yoongi spun around knocking Myung back. You could hear there was a scuffle but you couldn’t stick around to look. You heard shots, Myung’s two men started shooting. You crouched down trying to shield yourself.

“Run Y/N. Go!”, Yoongi huffed through the struggle.

Remembering the gun in your hand you fired, 1..2..3.. shots before deciding to run for it. You don’t know if by some incredible luck you shot the men or if they were more worried about their boss but somehow you made it past them.

Running up the stairs and down two long hallways when you stopped to catch your breath. You were worried about Yoongi. You couldn’t leave without him. You turned to go back when you heard footsteps and shouting. Five more men were racing towards the location you just came from. Feeling the note in your hand you remembered your promise so you turned the opposite direction and ran. You found an exit and ran through the field then through the woods. You ran until your lungs felt like they were going to burst open.

When you finally got a safe distance you stopped, hidden behind a large pine tree. You were sweaty and thirsty and exhausted. All you could do for several moments what just lie there and stare up at the sky worried about yourself and also Yoongi. It he was safe, if he was even alive any more.

Then you remembered the note that you had shoved in your pocket at some point.

Once the paper was unfolded there was nothing but an address. You didn’t recognize the location and you were leery but Yoongi had just risked his life for you and maybe against your better judgement you still trusted him.

After some begging and pleading outside of a diner you were able to collect enough cash for a taxi. The car pulled up to the address you had provided.

You had to climb over the 12ft iron fence, ironic you thought, and after walking several hundred feet through the overgrown grass a grand mansion welcomed you. It was slightly dilapidated like no one had really lived there in quite some time but still looked sturdy.

A note was taped to the door, “The code is the same as the total for my usual coffee order.”

You thought for a second remembering that his usual coffee came to $6.13 so you found the keypad and typed in 613. You chuckled to yourself as the mechanism unlocked.

Right in front of the door were several bags. Food, bottles of water, medical supplies, a bag with toiletries, and a bag full of clean clothes for you.

After your very much appreciated shower you changed and made some instant noodles to eat. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to overtake you putting you in and out of consciousness.

Three days had gone by. You had no phone or internet or way to contact anyone. Your only source of information was an old box tv in one of the room that thankfully still worked. You kept it on as a source of noise in the lonely house but also hoping that maybe you just might hear something useful.

Then it came. The dramatic music followed by breaking news graphic flashing across the screen.

The reporter sat looking solemn.

“Good evening folks, we come to you with breaking news just reported. Min Yoongi, ceo of MYG Inc. has passed away. He appears to have been killed by close friend Kim Myung, also deceased. The police have confirmed there seems to have been a dispute over money leading to the murder. Min Yoongi’s companion L/N Y/N has also been reported missing. A small funeral is being prepared for close family and friends. The Min family asks for privacy at this time.”

Dropping to your knees you cried out into the air. You cried yourself to sleep that night and the next three after. You cried when you braved your way into town to get more supplies and you came across a coffee place. The smell reminding you of him and your time together.

You cried when a lawyer showed up at the house. At first you held a gun to his head, still being scared and untrusting of people. He must’ve known Yoongi well because he didn’t even flinch. Instead showing you the documents Yoongi had prepared.

The mansion you were currently staying in had been paid for in cash. A car in the garage also paid for and free of debt. Both purchased for the sole purpose of being given to you.

80% of Yoongi’s wealth was to be donated to a “charity” in which you were the named receiver under an alias. There was an account that only you had access to which had over $500 million in it. The other 20% was to be donated to an actual charity of your choice.

The lawyer took you to a back room in the basement where there was a vault. It was filled with money, jewelry, and even a couple gold bars you thought only existed in movies. Per the lawyer Yoongi had left the money there suggesting that you use it to fix up the house any way that you’d like, but it was your money so ultimately up to you on how it was spent.

Before he left he gave you a letter. Just from the writing on the front you knew it was from Yoongi.

“Y/N,

I hope that you are okay and doing well. I have made it so that you can live comfortably for the rest of your life. If you need more there is a bank account in my name at the London National Bank. Account number 03091993. I added you as a beneficiary so that you have access. No one other than you and I know this account exists.

I’m sorry that I brought you into this. I never expected my prior faults to cause such destruction in an innocent persons life. I hope that some day you can forgive me as this was not the plan. I just wanted to date the cute girl that worked at the coffee shop.

Take care of yourself,

Yoongi.”

You wiped away at the tears as you neatly folded up the letter and tucked it away for safe keeping.

A couple months went by. You started cleaning and fixing up the mansion bit by bit. Mostly just diy projects as you still didn’t fully trust anyone to know where you were living.

It was lonely. You had befriend and taken in a stray cat that you found wandering around the woods just outside the mansion. You named him Suga because he had white fur and was really the sweetest boy but still had a little sass and savagery to him.

You often wondered what your friends were doing, if they worried about you. You had very little contact with you family since you were a teenager so you wondered if they had even noticed it was you on the news.

Sometimes you even thought about the coffee shop. Did Jin replace you or was he having everyone pick up the slack? Were the same employees even still there? It could be a whole new team by now for all you knew.

You started reminiscing about the time Jimin was bickering with Jungkook about putting too many chocolate chips in the cookie dough somehow resulting in Jungkook ending up with a mouthful of raw dough that Jimin had shoved in there while he was mid rant to shut him up. The way Jungkook’s cheeks puffed out and his eyes widened in shock was one of the funniest things you had ever witnessed. It felt good to laugh again, even if you were just thinking by yourself.

When the whistle on the kettle sounded you poured the hot water into a mug letting the tea bag soak before adding a touch of honey.

You had recently taken a liking to tea. Hot chocolate had too much sugar to drink nightly and you had grown a distaste for coffee, the smell and taste started making you nauseous.

“Come on Suga, let’s go watch a movie.”, you smiled as the cat happily trotted next you.

You were settled in with your tea and a bowl of popcorn with Suga right next to you on the couch. You were just about to hit play when a knock sounded at the door.

Nervousness coursed through your body. Even though it was rare, you still hated getting unexpected guests. You peaked out the window unable to see anything other than a black Rolls Royce parked in the long drive way. You were content on ignoring it pretending that no one was home when another knock came through.

You shooed Suga away hoping to at least protect your only companion and after he scurried upstairs you tiptoed to the front door.

Opening the drawer of the side table you grabbed the small hand gun.

The silver one Yoongi had given you safely upstairs next to your bed where you kept it for easy access through the night.

After the previous events you had used some of your money to buy several guns, hiding them in various places around the house and property, just in case.

Slowly you cocked the gun while turning the lock at the same time.

You swung open door bringing the pistol up and pointing it directly at whoever was standing on your porch.

“Whoa whoa whoa Y/N…It’s me.”, they said with their arms in the air to show they meant no harm.

You watched as a paper to-go cup fell from their hands landing on the ground, brown liquid spilling out. The scent of coffee immediately hit your nostrils making your stomach turn, but not as much as the sight in front of you did.

You dropped the gun feeling like your limbs had gone numb,

“Yoongi? I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Ok so you said Astarion likes bitter tea. What would he think of coffee? What does he think of Lucanis obsession with coffee? Also will he eventually know about the whole Spite and Lucanis situation? What would be his reaction to finding out?

COFFEE! One of my favourite things in the whole world. I blame my Swedish heritage. We drink ridiculous amounts of the stuff in my family. So. Fun set of questions :D

Coming up next in the story is Astarion meeting the rest of the team and getting to identify the key players, as it were - and while I don’t see Lucanis revealing everything about himself, we’ll see if Spite takes issue with that. I haven’t decided yet. ;) But. coffee!

Astarion prefers his coffee in the Amnian style - dark, bitter, and with a hint of spice. I imagine him and Lucanis can have long discussions on the merits - or lack thereof - of tampering with coffee. Milk and sugar? Cream? Lucanis could perhaps justify latte macchiato as a regional/cultural thing, but Astarion would have Opinions. If you’re going to have a tall glass of warm milk with a dollop of strong coffee, might as well skip the coffee altogether. “It’s not even called coffee, it translates to STAINED MILK!!?!!??!?!?!” But I digress. I love all forms of coffee drinks, and only draw the line at sugar in my cuppa black java.

Re: Lucanis and coffee, though. He’s obviously a recovering addict substituting one vice for another, less detrimental one. Oh, he’s sleepwalking? Oh, he uses the coffee as a means of staying awake? Darling, that clearly isn’t working.

Eventually, though, he’s bound to find out about Spite. He may initially write him off as Lucanis’ imaginary friend, but once Spite comes out to play, things will shift quite a bit, I think. Now, fair warning, I love Spite the way fandom has shaped him. I don’t love how he’s handled in the game. Because, at least to me, it felt like the core of Lucanis’ entire character arc is about personal autonomy. He’s been used and abused his whole life, controlled by Caterina and molded into something he doesn’t really want to be. He’s a sweetheart who cooks in his spare time, who makes elaborate meals, with heart and care. He’s dreamed of romance for a long time, but now he believes he isn't desirable, or fears that he can't love, or meet the expectations placed on him in a relationship. And now he’s coming out of years of isolation and torture at the hands of a blood mage and he’s tied to a demon. An actual, bloody demon. Everything we know about the world of Thedas thus far is he should be dead. And if he isn’t already dead, he should be killed. He’s an Abomination.

…and somehow, at every turn, instead of making his Arc about reclaiming himself and being free of the demon, he’s encouraged towards a symbiotic relationship. I’m not saying this is necessarily wrong - it’s a narrative choice.

And if anyone can relate to being stuck with something in your head against your will, while it gives you new powers, and it isn’t entirely, 100% BAD - it’s Astarion. And as we all know by now, personal freedom and autonomy are Really Big Deals to him.

[reality-shitting]

Howdy.

My name's Java. I've been attempting to shift for 4 years now. A lot of the information I've been fed has been from reddit's shifting community (wouldn't recommend) and so I'm trying to reprogram everything I know about shifting. Unfortunately, I have a particularly difficult scenario as to why I'm shifting. Let me explain. Tldr at the end.

My story

I've been attempting to shift since 2020 w varying determination and motivation. Last year, I began dating a fictive (DID system) of Diluc Ragnvindr from Genshin Impact. Diluc was well aware of my shifting journey, and actively supported me shifting. For those unaware, in Genshin Impact, bodies can be created from craftsmanship (Puppets, homunculi, etc) and Diluc had a copy of my OR body created and put into an unconscious state so I could shift to his home reality and my body would wake up once my consciousness shifted. Unfortunately, Diluc's host is in a less than healthy relationship and forced them to cut me off from their life.

(No, they did not believe that the host was cheating on them with me; this person was well aware of mine and Diluc's relationship)

Not too long ago, the host and I got back in touch. He said Diluc vanished and has no idea what happened to him. He doesn't know if Diluc had his memory wiped, if he left of his own accord, if he was forced from the headspace, or what happened. Diluc and I were separated two days after our anniversary. We had talked extensively about living together once I had shifted, starting a family, fantasizing about how we would spend our lives together. His last words to me before he was forced away from me were "Please remember I love you and I'll talk to you as soon as I can", so I do not believe he willingly abandoned me.

I need your help getting my dawnlight back.

Due to the circumstances, I have little answers as to how I can shift there. I have no clue what my surroundings look like, I have no past, no friends or relatives, no favorite foods/smells/locations/music. Everything is a blank slate. I don't even know if my body is still laying in his bed, where he told me he'd keep it until I woke up. I only know what I look like and even that is difficult (I've had a few appearance changes since we were separated).

I am AuDHD and I have trouble focusing/getting into meditative states. I have never reached the void state, never had my body fall asleep before my brain. I hate sounding like a downer, even though I know "Omg shifting is so easy! It's obvs you can't do it because you don't believe in yourself! Just shift! 🤪", but I have honestly no clue where it is I'm going wrong. It doesn't help that I'm a blank slate without much to go off of.

Already, off of one single blog, Ive seen so much advice that has blown everything I learned previously out of the water. It seems like the Tumblr community is much more down to earth and attuned than the reddit community is, so I am asking you: please recommend me any and all advice you have for me. I have tried the law of assumption + robotic affirming for weeks on end with only mental fatigue as a result. I've tried the gateway tapes but they're so much to juggle and keep up with every night. What's helped me most recently is @/sheeezu's walkthrough and Alunir's meditate, intend, pretend method (but mostly sheeezu lol).

TL;DR

I lost my partner and am trying to find him by shifting to his specific home reality. Everything I have learned has been ineffective or just plain misinformation. I'd appreciate any and all help the shiftblr community is willing to share with me 💖

[blue-disco-lights]

One Year as a Beta!

@gallavich-fic-club said Sprinkle Some Joy on our writers this month, so I thought I'd compile all the incredible stories I've had the chance to help beta over the last year! It's been such a great experience and I've loved meeting and working with all of you!

✨ === ✨ Fics Below! ✨ === ✨

🌟 Miss_SnowWhitePink ~ @look-i-love-u

Puppy Love: People say nothing good happens after two a.m. Mickey's life experiences have told him that this rumour is very much true. At least till now - Enter a cute puppy which turns Mickey's life upside down and changes it for the better...

Sirens: Being an EMT during the holiday season is bad enough without having a TV crew watching his every step, so Ian hates everything about his superior`s new project. Including the members of the crew. At least till he sees the guy manning the huge camera as if it weighs nothing and isn't afraid to speak his mind...

🌟  IanGalagher ~ @ian-galagher

Africa: When Ian lands himself an internship with famous wildlife photographer Mickey Milkovich he can't believe his luck. Spending one month traveling through South Africa with his big hero is a dream come true. The two are off on a wild adventure but there's something mysterious about Mickey who seems to be holding more to his chest than just the tricks of the trade Ian had hoped to learn from him.

🌟 Pink_Ink ~ @palepinkgoat

The Ink is a Witness to This: six chapters about the stories tattoos can hold and hide.

🌟 tooschoolforcool95 ~ @too-schoolforcool

Ghosts of a South Side Christmas: After a fight on Christmas Eve, Mickey and Ian spend some time apart. Mickey gets a little hope and learns to be brave while Ian learns more about his crush.

🌟 sam_writes_fics ~ @sam-loves-seb

you make my dreams come true: post-canon: ian and mickey host their first thanksgiving

🌟 sweetbee78 ~ @sweetbee78

The Reunion: ... The ski resort that the reunion is held at looses power, Ian and Mickey are then sharing close quarters. Ian does tell him what had happened after high school; they agree to start over. Mickey finds out Ian was originally planning on hooking up with someone else...

Not So Secret Santa: Ian and Mickey are co-workers and are each other’s Secret Santa. Mickey is a manager at a financial company while Ian is a temp who was hired to work in the call centre.

🌟 NotAWriterButITry

What If?: What if Mickey was released from prison in season 7 instead of escaped? What if Ian found out because he got a call to the Milkovich house and Mickey turned out to be their patient? What if Ian has to choose between his new life with Trevor, or his old life with Mickey?

🌟 commonthugs ~ @stocious

lava java: He's being really unprofessional. Mickey might not even be gay. He might be hitting on a straight man through takeout cups.

🌟 MaySunshine ~ @honeyvanillin

Apple Tart and Salted Caramel: Stoneridge is a small but very picturesque town on the edge of the state. Surrounded by majestic mountains to the north, icy ocean waters to the west and impenetrable forests to the east, it is safely sheltered from tourists and GPS....

All Roads Lead to Rome: This story is about the breath of life with the berry aftertaste of Passito di Pantelleria wine, about the transience of time with lemon notes of magnolia blossoms, about the thrill of first kisses with the cool sweetness of creamy Gelato.

Lead the Way, Jedi: "Me?" the mechanic exhaled, mostly surprised that the Jedi had chosen to entrust him, a throwback from the filthy depths, with his droid buddy. "I'm sure you, proud droid dad, can handle it just fine. It's no big deal."

🌟 Itsuki59 ~ @shinygalaxyperson

Where is my Jell-O?: A conversation about the past makes our boys horny.

On His knees: Day 11 - “Open your mouth.” Ian definitely wants to try the glory hole. (Gallavich Kinktober 2022) Home at last: Day 29 - punishment X “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me"Ian wants to spend some quality time with his husband (Gallavich Kinktober 2022)

You are Mine: Usually, I don’t care about humans. I hunt them, bite them, kill them and throw them away in some sordid place. But not him. I don’t know what makes Mickey Milkovich so special.

🌟 roseapothecarys ~ @babygirlmickey

Designs on You: At twenty-four, Ian has just moved out of his family home to live on his own for the first time. Working as a paramedic, he’s finally happy, stable, and moving forward with his life. But first, there’s one last remnant of his past self that he needs to let go of: his accidental porn tattoo of his late mother. It’s nothing but a reminder of all the bad decisions he’s made. At his best friend Mandy’s behest, he makes an appointment with her brother who has just opened a tattoo shop nearby. Upon arriving for his consultation, he meets Mickey: intimidating, foul-mouthed, overall living up to the Milkovich name, yet somehow running a clean, professional, and legal business.

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