#Otp: wow thighs

[bandsanitizer]

you’re telling me that as one of the people to tell their story of being a fan, they had jungkook share how he’s the original aRMy??? 😭😭😭

[lesbianmaxevans]

[Caption: Gifs from Roswell, New Mexico. Liz: You want coffee? Max shakes his head. Max: No, I want sleep. Liz laughs. Max: Just hours and hours of sleep. Join me? We can talk after, I can make you coffee. How about that? Liz: I just need to close up, or... Open up. Honestly, I don't think I'm ever gonna escape this diner. She cups his face and they kiss. Max: I’ll see you as soon as you’re done, okay? Liz nods.]

[catty-words]

[the-iceni-bitch]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: sleepy + quiet purr of satisfaction. 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes & your legs 😘

Oof, slow lazy morning sex? As much as I can definitely feel this for our OTP, this is giving me some massive dilf!Steve and tattoo artist !Reader vibes on this Sinday.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, hand job, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia adjacent, implications of f receiving oral sex and cum eating), single dilf!Steve (the biggest warning, honestly), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

It was one of those rare weekends where Sarah was staying with Sharon, so that meant Steve had you all to himself for once, and he couldn’t get enough.

He actually got to spend the night at your place, and after spending hours buried between your thighs, he’d slept better than he had in years. Waking up with your body tucked into his and your face nestled into his chest was something he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to give up, the soft sleepy sighs you made as you started to rouse going right to his dick.

You gave a soft little hum when he pressed his lips to your hair, a quiet purr of satisfaction rumbling his chest when your body rolled against him in a stretch as you woke up. Steve felt his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt your eyes flutter open against his chest, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek when you tilted your head up to meet his eyes.

“Good morning.” Your voice was still husky with sleep when you greeted him, snuggling even closer to him and running your fingers over his tattoos as he wound his arm tight around your waist. “That was one hell of a sleepover, Rogers.”

“It sure was.” He rolled until you were pinned underneath him, slotting his lips over yours and sweeping his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. “It doesn’t have to be over though.”

“Really?” You bit your lip when he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing your breast softly before trailing it down further until he could slide it between your legs.

“Really. I’m totally fine with a late breakfast.” He slipped two fingers inside you and growled when he felt you immediately clench around him, dipping closer to bite at your lips as he started stroking your velvety walls slowly. “Or no breakfast, why don’t we just stay in bed all day?”

“I dunno.” You smiled mischievously as you reached one of your hands down to wrap around his cock, swiping your thumb over his piercing before starting to slide your fist over his length in slow strokes. “I get kinda crabby when I don’t eat.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you.” He grinned when you laughed for him, rocking his hips into your hand and curling his fingers inside you until you opened your mouth with a sharp gasp. “That’s it, so fucking good for me. Pussy’s so fucking hungry, you want me to feed her, doll?”

“Yes, Steve.” You lined him up at your entrance and whined when you felt his tip tease against your clit, the cool metal of the ring that ran through his tip making your hole twitch with need. “Fuck me.”

He slid his tongue between your lips and curled it against yours as he shoved his hips forward, slowly pushing into you until his hips met yours and he was sheathed to the hilt. When he started slowly rocking against you, you whimpered into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your fingers into his ass to keep him as close as possible as he started fucking you nice and slow.

You arched your body into his when he hit you deep, his piercing gliding over every spot you needed it to while he stretched you open on his thick cock. Steve kept his forehead resting against yours and grinned as he watched you lose yourself in your pleasure, reaching one hand up to grip the headboard and give himself more leverage as the other hooked around your knee where it was wrapped around his hip.

“Oh, Steve!” You whimpered when he drew the leg he had a hold on up towards your shoulder, hooking it over his elbow so he could open you up further and hit that spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Right there, fuck!”

“That’s a good girl, squeezing me so tight.” He started increasing his pace when you tucked your face into his neck, mewling desperately as his hips slammed against yours and your thighs met with violent wet slaps. “Told you I’d give you everything, and you’re gonna take all of it. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Steve please.” You nipped at his throat as you started to clench around him in waves, rolling your hips to meet his and digging your nails into his as you panted against his neck. “Need it.”

“I know doll, god, this cunt is choking my cock. You’re so fucking perfect.” His rhythm started to grow frenzied when he felt you flutter around him. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Look so pretty when I’m leaking out of you.”

Your whole body shook when he ground against your clit, every muscle tightening around him as you screamed into his shoulder when you came. Steve’s rhythm was completely gone when he felt your release soak his cock, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched and he shot his thick load against your quivering walls with a hoarse cry.

The two of you sagged into the bed when you were finished, your breath hot against Steve’s neck as he groaned into your hair. He hummed softly when he felt your fingers trailing up his spine, rubbing into the muscles of his back as you pressed soft kisses over his throat.

“Well, I definitely need something to eat now.” You ran your fingers through his hair as you murmured softly, your chest heaving against his as he trailed his lips down the side of your face.

“Yeah.” He gave you a wicked grin before he started kissing his way down your torso, pushing your knees up towards your chest and groaning at the sight of your cunt brimming with his seed. “They do say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

[starryevermore]

sweeter with you sleepover masterlist

For Valentine’s Day, I decided to hold a sleepover for my favorite couple, Ari and Sweetpea. Here’s everything you can expect:

Schedule of Things:

8am:

moodboard: ari + sweetpea + big fight

moodboard: ari + sweetpea + honeymoon

question: if one of your otp committed a serious crime, how would the other react? 

9am:

ari & sweetpea play: would you rather?

question: how does ari react to sweetpea being pregnant?

blurb: “can’t keep his hands to himself” - ari is insatiable for sweet peas pregnant body

10am:

blurb: “the first valentine’s day” - reader teasing ari when they are out and wearing no panties under her dress

11am:

question: each member’s love language 

blurb: “meeting his sweetpea” - ari’s reaction to seeing sweetpea

12pm:

question: who’s more insatiable? 

blurb: “sweetpea’s plan” - nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time

1pm:

question: what’s the most surprising thing they learned about each other once they started dating?

blurb: “story time” - teasing each other

blurb: “carnival prizes” - carnival/fair

2pm:

question: who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

blurb: “his sweetpea” -  ari’s reaction to seeing her and andy together

3pm:

question: what’s their ideal vacation?

blurb: “what home is” - you feel like home to me

4pm:

question: after a bad day, what would each member of your top do to cheer the other up? 

blurb: “your prince charming” - embracing them from behind

5pm:

question: your otp has to spend some time apart for whatever reason. how would they bridge that time? wow would they react upon seeing each other again? would anything change?

6pm:

question: what do their texts look like?

blurb: “morning lovin’” - good morning, sleeping beauty

7pm:

blurb: “back rubs” - rubbing the other’s back when it hurts

blurb: “when I see you smile” - smiling at each other from across the room

8pm:

blurb: “appreciating him” - reader giving ari head

blurb: “morning kisses” - sweetpea wakes up to ari between her thighs

[annetteblog]

Three Best Ships with Jeon Jungkook of BTS

So, you want to have an OTP with our favourite Kooky, but don’t want to get involved into all this drama around certain pairings? Don’t want to be attacked for hurting someone’s precious feelings? Hate conspiracy theories and weird narratives? Don’t worry, I got you!

Here is the list of All-Time-Coolest Jungkook ships, which won’t bring anything but joy!

1. JK/Food

Ultimate Canon. If there is a pairing with JK, which is definitely canon, it is JungFood. Have you seen the passion in his eyes at the mere sight of anything edible? 

What is the first thing you do, when you visit other people? Right - steal their food.

Precious 

Honorable Mention - JK and Milk 

2. JK/NJ’s thighs 

wow, thighs (c) Jungkook, 2012

Sweet boy decided to join BigHit because of the Namjoon’s rap and probably because of his thighs. So thank you, dear thighs, for changing JK’s life and making BTS the way we know them.

Honorable mention in 2020

I mean... 

(via  @fiImjeon on Twt)

honestly, probably anybody would be impressed and decided to reevaluate their life and career choices.

3. JK/Art

True love.

JK is extremely talented, and everything he is involved with - drawing, photos, videos, music or dancing turns out to be amazing. That’s because Art loves him back.  👀

;)))

P.S. I’m planning to make a more serious post about pairings and ship wars, probably within a week (?), so stay tuned and happy holidays to everyone 💜💜💜

[yomiurinikei]

ayame for the ask meme? :0

hello again sparrow and also my followers!!!!!!

under the cut for length + in "unpopular opinion" fatphobia (i think is the best way of phrasing it?) + second song listed in song association has mentions of alc0h0l (check lyrics if that's potentially triggering)

favorite thing abt them: she's so so kind and caring and when she cares for someone she'll do so so much (as we saw with akane) and that paired with her feeling socially awkward and being vv anxious/self conscious is so good. not only is it a lovely personality and characterization that it makes me feel happy to see, it also says so much about her and makes me feel very positively abt her

least favorite thing about them: died too early. i honest to god think chapters 4 and 2 should have switched in order.

favorite line: in fact i do not have one god bless </33

brotp: sports pic gang!! also i just generally like her with her more athletic classmates (bc sprinting is so important to her, i think her reasons for loving it would extend to other forms of exercise and she'd be able to bond with those students from that) aaaand kinji. socially awkward implied gay ass gang

otp: ayakane aaaand tho i prefer it in. beta where it originated for me- hatanami!

notp: ???? idk tbh!

random headcanon: likes to cook/bake but she gets oddly clumsy/shaky and tends to cut or burn herself. it's prolly a self fulfilling prophecy at this point, like she's so convinced she can't do things, her hands shake too much and the knife slips, or she can't grab the baking tray right etc etc

unpopular opinion: uhm. hi. hello. *taps mic* this is more a general thing which also does extend to sdra2 definitely but uh. linuj shouldn't be praised for body diversity/representation when all he's done is make girls who. for the best canon description we have. "look skinny except for their chest/thighs" that's not,,, body diversity or "wow there's so many ways to be fat!!" it's creating stick thin characters, and making one girl per cast slim thick, aka. skinny except for parts that are conventionally attractive to be bigger. maybe hmu when ayame, with clothes so skin tight they cling to her individual tits in some art, has smthn beyond a flat stomach.

song i associate with them: uhhh first one that comes to mind is "puppy princess" tbh? orrr maybe "can i have a ride home? i'm at a party and don't know anyone" but if it were wlw instead of mlm

favorite picture of them:

sports. pwetty

[sincerelyella]

RAMifications Chapter 3 -  I Can Love You Like That

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x Alyssa Devereaux

Song Inspiration: I Can Love You Like That by All-4-One

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me; Alyssa Devereaux was created by the brilliant mind of @burnsoslow

A/N: This entire idea came from Burnsy and her unBEARable series featuring her OTP Drake and Alyssa. This is Ella’s backstory and how she met the love of her life King Liam of Cordonia. This doesn’t follow much of TRR books, there is still a social season but not all of the players are present. Throw canon out the window! 

Thank you to @burnsoslow​ for pre reading/commenting/calming my crazy self down. You know I freaking love you!

If you have not read unBEARable by @burnsoslow ​(catch up here) I suggest you go and read that first. There are SPOILERS in this series!

Catch up on RAMifications here

Warnings: Adult language

Words: 2195

After Ella had left the palace Alyssa turned to Drake. “I have an idea!” she ran to her bedroom with Drake helplessly following behind her.

“What’re you up to Devereaux?”

As soon as both of them were safely in the bedroom she prattled off her idea excitedly. “Okay so, what if we could get Ella to switch places with me in the social season? That way, she can compete for Liam and we could be together, like not in secret?”

Drake opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again and a thoughtful look passed through his features. “Uh, wow, that’s a … good idea actually.” He stepped up to her and carefully held both her hands in his. “I would literally do anything to be with you out in the open, Lyssa,” he murmured softly to her.

Alyssa melted at his words and stood on her tiptoes to try to kiss him. Since she was so damn short, she couldn’t reach his mouth. She pouted and then puckered her lips so Drake could kiss them. He chuckled and leaned down to meet her lips, his tongue automatically sliding into her mouth and they stayed that way, trapped in a passionate kiss, for several seconds.

Alyssa pulled back quickly with a gasp. “We have to talk to Liam! And I have to text Maxwell and take care of this!”

Drake ran his hands down to her thighs, lifted her up while she shrieked in surprise and dropped her onto the bed. “Okay, but I’m going to take care of you first,” he growled in her ear. Alyssa shivered, bit her lip and smiled up at him while he hovered over her.

“Well, if you insist …”

**

In Liam’s quarters two hours later

“Li, there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

“The last time you both needed to talk to me …” Liam looked uncomfortable.

“No, no! It’s nothing like that!” Alyssa quickly butted in. “I actually had an idea about the social season,” she bit her lip and looked at Drake, who gave her a nod of encouragement. “I am so grateful to you for all you’ve done to allow me to stay here. But, if I could stay in Cordonia and still give you another shot at a bride …“

Liam furrowed his brow. "What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’m wasting a spot as a potential suitor. I want you to find your happily-ever-after too, Liam. So, I was thinking,” she took in a deep breath. “… that maybe Ella and I could switch places. That way, she can compete to be your queen.”

Liam took in Alyssa’s idea, brows wrinkled in thought. “Ella … replaces … you …” he trailed off, talking to himself. “If … if this is going to happen, we would need to speak with Duke Ramsford and Lord Beaumont.” Liam looks up at Alyssa with a small smile. “I’m not sure how Bertrand would like the situation, but I’m sure Maxwell would be open to it.” His smile abruptly fades and his eyes widen. “Did you talk with Ella about it? What if she doesn’t want this? What if she thinks this whole thing is ridiculous?”

Liam started to panic, he ran his hands through his thick, blonde hair and stared, wide eyed, at Drake and Alyssa.

“I haven’t spoken with Ella since earlier this afternoon, Liam,” Alyssa gave him a reassuring smile. “But I’m sure she’ll be back tomorrow … right?” Liam nodded. “Okay! So I’ll talk to her then and explain everything.” Alyssa clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh. My. God. I am soooo excited!”

Drake stepped forward and clapped Liam on the shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Li. Let Devereaux work her magic, everyone she talks to becomes her friend.”

Liam nodded again, still at a loss for words. He was half panicked but also half relieved he may be able to be with Ella. This could work …  please work.

Drake and Alyssa hung out for a bit then left for the night and Liam got ready for bed. 

**

Ella sat in her pharmacology class, taking notes while listening to her instructor discuss different medications of the nervous system.

“Benzodiazepines are a class of anxiety medications and many end with -pam except for chlordiazepoxide …”

All of a sudden she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see a good looking man with light brown hair smiling at her.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow?” He whispered. “Mine ran out of ink.” Ella nodded, rifled through her backpack and found another pen. She turned to hand it to him and his smile widened. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispered with a smile and turned back in her seat.

After class was over, the man that sat behind her came and stood next to her desk. “Hi, I’m Alex, thanks for letting me borrow this.”

“I’m Ella,” she smiled up at him. “No problem, I have a ton of them. You can have that one if you need it.”

Alex sighed in relief. “Oh my God thank you, I have med-surg after this and I don’t have a pen.”

“Oh, you have that class too?”

Alex nodded. “Yea with Professor Laurent. Are you headed that way? Maybe we could walk together … so we don’t get lost?”

Hmm, nice line. Ella smirked. “Yeah, sure, let’s go.”

The two of them walked to class together and sat side by side for the 3 hours of lecture. Afterwards, they were gathering their things when Alex turned to her.

“Hey, I was wondering if maybe I could take you out for dinner? Or coffee? Or … maybe a drink?”

How adorable. Ella giggled. “Sure … coffee? Or a drink? Or dinner? Which one?” She smiled up at him, knowing he was nervous.

“Uh … any. All of the above?” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, it’s 5 pm now, we can go grab a drink if you want?”

Alex’s face brightened. “Yeah! Let’s go, I know a good place.” He led her out towards where he parked his car. Ella knew that Liam probably called her work with a delivery, she bit her lip and thought about cancelling on Alex. No! You can’t wait around for someone that said kissing you was a mistake. She sighed and continued to follow Alex.

**

Liam was walking down the hallway from his quarters with a frown on his face. He had called the flower truck as usual and the man on the phone told him Ella was unavailable to deliver tonight. She doesn’t want to see me. He was so lost in thought that he walked right past Alyssa and Drake; he didn’t even hear them calling out to him.

Drake caught up with Liam and grabbed his arm. “Liam! Are you okay?”

Liam turned. “Oh, I’m sorry, Drake. What were you saying?”

“We said hi and have you seen Ella yet?”

He turned to fully face Drake and Alyssa and sighed. “She’s not delivering flowers tonight,” he said quietly.

“Why not?” Alyssa said with a concerned look as she stepped towards Liam.

He just shrugged. “The man that answered the phone just said she wasn’t available.”

Alyssa waved her hand in the air. “I’m sure she’s got other things to do tonight, Liam. Not that she doesn’t want to see you or anything.” She looked up at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes.

“Hey, why don’t we go to the beer garden? We can invite Beaumont?” Drake looked at Alyssa and they had a silent conversation with their eyes.

“Uh, yeah! That’s a great idea! I’ll call him.” Alyssa stepped away to invite Maxwell.

Liam let out a breath and nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

The three of them piled into an SUV with Bastien and took off towards the capitol.

**

Alex had brought Ella to a beer garden, and for the last couple of hours they were having a good time. She didn’t expect this to be going so well, and it was a nice way to stop thinking about Liam.

“So, how many classes do you have left before you graduate?”

“I have three I believe,” Ella pondered for a minute. “Actually I take that back, I think I have four left.”

“Me too, maybe we’ll have the same ones and get to see each other more,” he smiled flirtatiously.

“Maybe,” she smiled back and looked at her watch. “Hey, I’ve got to get going, I want to get some studying done tonight.”

Alex nodded in agreement. “Me too, let’s get out of here.” They both rose from the table and walked outside towards Alex’s car.

**

Liam, Drake and Alyssa were waiting to get out of the SUV and head to the beer garden when Liam turned his head and saw Ella with a man walking to a parked car. His eyes widened as he continued to stare at the man opening the car door to let Ella into the front seat. He quickly turned back to face forward. “I know why Ella couldn’t make the delivery tonight.”

“Why?” Drake and Alyssa said simultaneously.

“She was out on a date,” he gestured towards the beer garden. “I saw them leaving together.”

“You don’t know if it was a date, Liam, maybe they were in there as friends?” Alyssa looked at Drake and nudged his shoulder to say something.

Drake shot her a look, she looked back at him with a glare, then he sighed in defeat. “Li, you don’t know if that was a date. I’m sure she’ll be able to work tomorrow and deliver the flowers.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be ordering them anymore,” he mumbled.

“What?” Alyssa yelped. “Liam! Do you like her or not?”

He nodded.

“Okay, then we put our plan into action! She feels something for you, Liam. I know she does! I saw her face when she told me you kissed her!”

Still feeling unsure about the whole thing but wanting to drop the conversation entirely, Liam nodded again. “Okay.”

The three friends got out of the SUV and made their way into the beer garden to meet Maxwell.

Drake went to get the first round of drinks while Liam and Alyssa sat at a booth. “Okay,” she said excitedly. “So, I told Max about our plan. He’s totally fine with it, it’s just getting Bertrand on board that may be a challenge.”

“Hey guys! Look who I brought with me!” Liam and Alyssa turn to see Maxwell with a frowning Bertrand.

“Hey Bertrand! Nice to see you,” Alyssa chirped.

“Hello,” Liam greeted him softly.

Maxwell and Bertrand sat down and Bertrand cleared his throat. “I heard of the plan you’re devising, Lady Alyssa. How do you even know that this will work? Or if this woman is even … suitable?” he hissed. “As I said when I first met you, I do not want House Beaumont to be a laughingstock.”

Just then, Drake returned with some drinks and sat next to Alyssa. “What’s going on?”

Alyssa leaned forward in the booth and stared at Bertrand. "I have told Liam that I love Drake. There is zero chance Liam will choose me at the end of the social season. If you want the odds in your favor then swap me out for Ella.”

The table got tense all of a sudden, nobody saying anything or making a move. It was just Bertrand and Alyssa in a staredown. Bertrand relented. “Alright,” he sighed. “If this woman is someone you want in your social season, Your Highness, then Maxwell and I will sponsor her in place of Lady Alyssa.”

Everyone cheered.

Liam pat Bertrand’s upper arm. “Thank you, Your Grace. I … I do want Ella in my social season.”

“Yes! Thank you, Bertrand! Now we just need to get Ella onboard!” Alyssa lifted her glass in the air. “A toast! To Prince Liam and his new … suitor!”

“Hear, hear!” They clinked glasses and concocted a plan to talk with Ella the next day.

[bandsanitizer]

everyone collabing with their idols means that the namkook track can still happen

[swordmaid]

Brienne / Jaime / Samwise / Eowyn

brienne

favorite thing about them: difficult to answer because i talk about them everyday but i enjoy how the presence of choice is always present in her everything. it was her choice to follow renly, to serve catelyn, to keep her promise to catelyn, to find jaime’s honor. she is never forced to do anything; everything she has done is by her own choice which is such an interesting juxtaposition to characters like catelyn where they are very much tied down and limited by their society and how they expect women to be. brienne on the other hand, has the luxury of choice--which is a freedom on itself, but that is not to say she isn’t limited by their society. she still IS, but it’s interesting how she managed to achieve that semblance of freedom even though it isn’t since she’ll still being evaluated to their standards (and unlike cat, she’s being evaluated as both a knight and a woman and she’s seen as a failure of both). i also like how--despite the cruelties thrown her way--she never perpetuates it even though she could have!!! easily!! and it’d be understandable if she does but she chooses not to do it. she even feels sympathy for the people who played the bet on her when she heard what happened to them which is super crazy like those dudes didn’t give a shit about her but here she is giving a shit about them even if it’s just for a moment and it’s just like...........wow. you are choosing to be like that and i love you for it

least favorite thing about them: worst taste in men.

favorite line: her whole speech in the quiet isle is so heartbreaking and also one of my favorite passages in the whole story. her saying that selwyn deserved to have daughters who will sing and dance in his halls, and a son that would give him honor but all he is left with is the freakish one that’s not fit to be a son or daughter first of all heartbreaking ): second of all the underlying implication that if she’s the one who died but her other siblings--whether it be galladon, arianne or alysanne--that lived then maybe selwyn wouldn’t be so dishonored is so!!!!! the survivor’s guilt of it all even though it’s not her fault!!!! and it’s really the way that she DID try to be alysanne/arianne, and she DID try to be galladon for him but none of the roles fit because she’s meant for something greater 😭😭😭😭

brOTP: pod and brienne ofc! next to pia and brienne, then sandor and brienne, and then sam and brienne.

OTP: jb

nOTP: tormund x brienne LOL we dont do that here

random headcanon: brienne likes to write poetry and she wrote a bunch dedicated to renly LOL. her old poems are stashed in the bottom of her trunk, collecting dust in her childhood room.

unpopular opinion: brienne’s self-righteous, judgemental and stubborn nature is not as explored nor brought up when talking about her character tbh and i feel like that facet of her character shouldn’t be ignored. when we explore her flaws, it’s usually about her naiveté which is fair since she IS naive--but that’s not her only flaw lol

song i associate with them: rabbit heart (raise it up) by florence + the machine

favorite picture of them: erika’s drawing of brienne in her tarth armour is one of my favourite pieces ever + this one with dunk’s shield!!!

jaime

favorite thing about them: his pov in asos is what made me like him tbh he is just SO well written, and his character is compelling and interesting. his relationship with knighthood is so interesting too like he is THE stereotypical knight in shining armor except he’s not that. he is just so disillusioned by knighthood but he still continues to follow it despite all, and it’s really the way that his identity has been formed and given to him to wear!! from being tywin’s son, then cersei’s mirror, then the kingsguard then the kingslayer and it’s like none of these identities were made by his own hands but he wears them because they’re a role to play and that’s what he knows what to do, but then he suddenly learns to step back and craft his own identity and be whoever what he wants to be it’s like..........what are u gonna be huh!!!!! it’s like there is a mirror but the person on the other side has never been HIM till now i am going insane. and i was talking about the presence of choice being present for brienne but for jaime.........it isn’t .....not really.............not till now.

least favorite thing about them: that scene where he touched cleos’ mushy head was disgusting

favorite line: how can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself. why would the stars want to look down on such as me? which is so WAAH THE DRAMA. but it’s also the loneliness and the yearning and it’s grasping for something that he can never hold, arms outstretched to hold on to something so far away and it’s also about the celestial imagery of the stars and it’s relationship with brienne (the evenstar) and arthur dayne (star of the morning) and how those two are honorable knights but jaime is not!!! and why would they look down on someone such as him!!!! fuck.

brOTP: his relationship with tyrion ): i also like ilyn and jaime, and pia and jaime. sandor and jaime would be interesting as well since that’s like ~the two beasts~ for their respective batb

OTP: jb :\

nOTP: jaime/sansa lmao

random headcanon: jaime has a fat ass. like i know he’s canonically skinny now because of his imprisonment but you’re gonna have to pry jaime with thick thighs and fat ass away from my cold dead manicured fingernails

unpopular opinion: he’s going to live by the end <3

song i associate with them: time in a tree by raleigh ritchie

favorite picture of them: fawn’s drawing of jaime being a dilf ):

samwise

mind you i haven’t read the books so im going by the film lol

favorite thing about them: their everything <3 )):

least favorite thing about them: i dont think im allowed to say shit about sam tbh i feel like im gonna be tasered if i do

favorite line: it’s your sam!!!!!!!! and also i can’t carry it for you but i can carry you waaah

brOTP: frodo/sam

OTP: frodo/sam

nOTP: um idk

random headcanon: they’re super hot but that’s not a headcanon

unpopular opinion: nothing i love them

song i associate with them: i think how was your day? by mellow fellow fits them

favorite picture of them: this one bc it’s so cute kekeke

eowyn

favorite thing about them: they had very cute outfits honestly i think her wardrobe was my favorite out of everyone

least favorite thing about them: not enough screen time

favorite line: her iconic i am no man line ig

brOTP: eowyn and merry!

OTP: i would say with that guy she ended up with but i also dont know HOW they got together?? like 🧍

nOTP: n/a

random headcanon: idk enough about her to make hcs

unpopular opinion: i thought the aragorn one-sided romance was a bit ? lol like why are you hitting on him he already told you he got someone else

song i associate with them: king and lionheart by of monster and men ig but im not so sure and that’s so general

favorite picture of them: i haven’t seen much eowyn content to have a fave pic sorry!!

[mypersonmyg]

rains of ruin | ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: fluff

rating: pg

wc:

warnings: n/a

summary: you want snow OR jin wants your blender

a/n: lol, the prompt reminded me of an ep of charlie and lola, if you don’t know what that is then i don’t know what to tell you...also, i’m really pushing this whole flow of consciousness thing lmao

prompt 18.  R - Rain. Are the otp+ caught up in the bad weather, cozy inside, or are they somewhere like on a space ship or in the middle of the desert yearning for a good storm?

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“What are you up to?” Jin enters from the slushed outer depths, shoes squeaking against wet coated tile. 

“I’m watching everything turn to slop,” Your tone is dead, gaze focused on the downpour readily escaped by Jin, his shoulders shaking with shiver as he removes solid layers. 

“You love the rain,” Jin approaches with reason, his words lacking falsehood, but that only seems to sour more, the slap of drops against the safety shielding from the heavy drench that threatens to seep through the cracks, the cold eager to seep with it. 

“Not when it comes right after snow! Now everything is just gonna turn into a gross slushy and I don’t want that.” 

“You poor thing,” Sock clad feet pad from the window, destination the kitchen, where you’d been readying cocoa for Jin’s arrival. He readily accepts a mug, steam fogging his glasses following  a hearty sip. “On the bright side, I’m here and in need of warmth.” 

“Jinnie, this is serious!”

Jin follows with a simple nod, gulping his drink and allowing warmth to fill where you fail to comply. He watches your fingers grip along the hem of your sweater, the fluff stretching with each annoyed tug. He takes in the float of your eyes, gaze darting around the room as if looking for worthy focus. 

“I could always make you snow…” The words fall without solid plan, Jin regretting the light of your eyes the moment he speaks them. It seems his quick thoughts will need to prove worthy of the throw of random conscious flow. 

“Really?” Your tone holds an emotional mix, curiosity and disbelief neatly glazed with hopeful excitement. “That’s a hefty promise, love.”

“Don’t I know it. Now go and get things ready because I am expecting a hefty order of snuggles when I pull this off.” Exit the space, though not without the drop of a kiss to puffed cheeks. Once alone, Jin gets to work puttering about your kitchen, looking for avenues of fulfillment. 

The open and close of neatly stocked cabinets leaves him without hope, your pantry his last stop, tongue sliding along his lip, teeth following in its wake when he pulls the door. He’s near trampled by the drop of an ill placed box falling from the tiny space, his swift dodge followed by the hollow thud of cardboard.

“Are you okay?” He hears the sweet call of your voice, though muffled by tight corners. 

“Perfect!” He shouts, the quick shove of the object drawing his attention once more to storage. He notes the blind space of the bottom half, contents piling over with no clue as to the contents behind. 

In a stroke of luck, a glint in the far corner catches Jin’s keen eye. He pulls free a blender, the appliance looking like it’s never been touched, Jin snorting at the revelation. He debates the overflow of ice to sprinkle laminate, but settles on a plan that won’t have him being shoved with the mop, his hands still recovering from his brave of the seasonal weather. 

Just thirty minutes later he’s waltzing to the living room, where you wait, a half roared fire awaiting him. 

“You’ve created snow, sir?” You eye his confident strut, his placement of a sunday cup overflowing with red placed on the table before you. “What is this.” 

“It’s a snow cone. Snow in a cone!” You chuckle at the presentation, Jin sliding easily next to you, thighs brushing much to his delight. “Go ahead, try it.” 

You note the thick of the syrup, certainly not the type meant to drench ice, but proceed to lift your spoon, a scoop plunged past your lips. The satisfaction of the chill working from limb to limb does the job just fine, almost taking away from the pucker of your cheeks as thick strawberry coats your throat.

“Oh wow, that’s definitely snow! I think I’m gonna be tasting strawberry for the foreseeable future though.” 

“And that means…?”

“You, Kim Seokjin, deserve all of the snuggles. Even though, there is absolutely no way I’m finishing this.” You curl into Jin, his arms readily encircling you, both of you recovering from your venture in the cold. 

“By the way, can I have that blender?”

“Excuse me?”

“You clearly don’t use it and I could really use it--”

“Get away from me you mooch!”

[coffee-or-murder]

Have fun with these from the OTP ask: Zimri- 4, 6, 7, 12 Laura- 2, 6, 8, 13 Amaryllis- 3, 6, 10, 20 and Daffodil- 4, 6, 16, 21 love you 🤎💛💚🧡

Okay this is long so I'm just gonna put a Read More here so it doesn't clutter people's dash. Also this took forever to transfer from my notebook to here >,> Sooner or later I’ll get the other prompts I’ve already written on the computer. 

ZIMRI: The OG Hoebag - Also going to do Modern AU her since that’s the least complicated most fun one. 

4. Favorite non-sexual activity

Going on walks with her girlfriends, cuddling in bed, or stealing kisses while one of them is cooking. Zimri loves showing off her partners, but also prefers their attention to be on one of them, so it’s a fun game for her to find different ways to keep their attention on each other or herself. 

6. Favorite feature of their partners?

For Ra’d it’s her neck, shoulders, and chest. For Kerri it’s her jawline, arms, and thighs. Also both of their eyes and mouths. Zimri is really just a fuckin fool for both of them. They walk in the room and she immediately looks at them. 

7. What's the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Thankfully modernAU Zimri has significantly less problems than canon Zimri, so as soon as she realizes her feelings for Ra’d aren’t just “holy shit she’s hot” Zimri starts to give her a ton of gifts and blatantly flirts. It still takes forever for Ra’d to realize Zimri is flirting. 

If I remember right they met Kerri in a bar. Zimri hit on Kerri first because “wow she’s hot AND funny? Ra’d can we take her home please?”, but Kerri didn’t think she was serious at first, so Zimri threw Ra’d at her to explain. Ra’d cannot lie, so Kerri is Convinced. Kerri also gets a ton of gifts and when they all move in together Zimri routinely steals bits of clothing or accessories so they match. 

12. Who initiates kisses?

Zimri is more of a boob/thigh grabber, but she’s very physically affectionate overall so she would encourage the girls to kiss her. 

LAURA: Ship Sapphic

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

All spoons, though since they’re mostly on a ship it’s hard fitting more than two people in a bunk/hammock. She does lean to the jetpack style with larger partners and big spoon with smaller, but is mostly just happy to be with them. 

6. Favorite feature of their partners?

Vaska’s is her back, arms, and hair. Grusha is her soft tummy and thighs. Hallafax is her eyes, hands, and just her skin in general is so lovely. 

8. Nicknames? If so, how did they originate?

Laura uses very boring nicknames tbh. Her father is a bard (one of the bardiest considering he seduced a literal sea demon out of a contract for his soul and got a baby and a demon wife out of it) but she sure isn’t. Vaska tends to be lovely, Grusha sweetness, and Hallafax darling. 

13. Who reaches for the other's hand first?

Laura is so damn soft but is always a little nervous about her hands. She has little paw pad texture on her palms and the tips of her fingers, and sharp claws she keeps filed down, so she’s a little self conscious of her hands. Though she is the first to play with someone’s hair, or try to spin someone into a dance. 

AMARYLLIS: The Lion Empress AKA VIllianAU Version

3. Most common argument?

Pre figuring out their nonsense it’s the back and forth of “Would you stop using misty step and jUST LET ME EXPLAIN MY PLAN YOU MIGHT LIKE IT” and Eilidh just “>:P” and poofing away. After that it's who gets to top. Just two switches vying for the top. 

6. Favorite feature of their partners?

Amaryllis is just so interested in Eilidh’s tattoos, and her skin in general is just such a lovely shade of blue. She also has very nice arms that are totally not distracting at all. 

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Amaryllis remembers Eilidh’s order, and Eilidh tries but her girlfriend's order is long and complicated. 

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Her father thinks the whole thing is honestly godsent. Her grandmother is mostly relieved they didn’t kill each other. They both privately think that without Eilidh, their girl would have lost herself in the persona of the Lion Empress, and become more violent and vicious as a result. 

DAFFODIL: The Braincell, but Not By Much

4. Favorite non sexual activity?

Singing or playing music for her girls, or bathing with them. Let her take care of them in any way and she’s thrilled. 

6. Favorite feature of their partners?

Koyla is all of her lovely hair, her hands, and tongue. Vaathu is her skin, chest, and arms. Magpie is her ears, thighs, and the dip in between her collarbone and breasts. 

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

As a filthy noble it is her nature to lounge, and doing so with the lovely creatures she’s so taken with is an event she prefers to draw out for as long as possible. 

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

If they will let her, she will absolutely spin them around the room the moment something inspires her. The sun glinting just so off of Koyla’s fur, Vaathu in profile with the open sky behind her, anytime Magpie uses her wit to create new inspiration, all of it.

[haikyuuscreaming]

Can you do Hc's for iwa, Kags, and Akaashi (or someone else) as pro-volley players, like how they keep a relationship, family, and having a fan base lol bonus points for how s/o would react

pro-volleybaes ! besides kags, im not confident that akaashi and iwa would pursue vball professionally, but hey im not complaining if i get to see more of their thighs

iwaizumi

- manages his time between the family and vball so well, you’re afraid he’s neglecting volleyball

- he goes through some TOUGH SHIT to do this

- he wakes up early as hell to practice for volleyball and always kisses you on the forehead before he goes :3c

- makes breakfast while you’re asleep sometimes

- since vball is a pretty fluid career, he’s out and about practicing and doing matches

- he always goes home straight away tho

- practically forces his manager to let him go home when he needs to

- your kids always want to see him practice so sometimes you take them to go watch him and it’s so cute how they scream out “PAPA” when they see him!!

- for fan-base: he’s not used to it because it’s always oikawa that the fans want, but he gets swarmed by them too

- friendly enough? he does autographs and pictures but anything else other than those and simple conversations, he shuts down with “sorry i gotta keep going” or “i have… a family”

- you think it’s adorable how weirded out he gets when fangirls ask for his number or whatever and he looks at you and mouths “HELP”

kageyama

- bitch every since going pro, he’s literally been the star of volleyball talk

- when out in public, random people notice you two and always ask random shit and ask for autographs and pictures (spoiler: kageyama does not do pictures)

- you think it’s cute how he’s grown from antisocial high school kags to a full-blown athlete who can now somewhat hold a conversation with his fans

- at first it’s really rocky, he pushes himself entirely into this career and you two have this heavy argument over this because he can’t contain himself

- eventually though the two of you get through it together

- he’s always busy but on his days off, he promises you that you two can do whatever you’d like  

- always makes time for the kids if you two have them!! it’s honestly what motivates him to keep to this on-and-off vball schedule

- you get a lot of questions too: “are you really kageyama’s s/o? wow, that’s so cool!” “isn’t he always busy? we always see him on the courts”

- you get subjected to some hatemail from diehard kageyama stans but he always finds out about it and every so often he releases a psa that has a bottomline “Stop Fucking With My S/O Or I’ll Beat The Shit Out Of You”

- tl:dr; very rocky beginning but the two of you support each other the whole way

akaashi

- treats it like any other work/career tbh

- fanbase? no problem, he’ll sign whatever and say hello and then get going with his day

- the best at handling these giant fancrowds and publicity

- he’s super devoted to you too! very hyperaware of any implications his fans make about you and is fast to clear things up

- VERY VERY lowkey kinda likes showing you off or mentioning you to fans: makes him think, “wow this is real. i get to tell clingy fans about my amazing s/o for a valid reason”

- he has two different personalities?? his hardworking, pretty-boy collected volleyball personality on the courts is scarily intense

- but when he gets home he’s your ordinary domestic husband who is most likely the only one in the house who can cook without setting off fire alarms

- you beg him for lessons on how to handle big crowds and publicity

- when you’re seen in public with you, you’re always really friendly to fans and y’all get labelled an OTP real fast

- (sometimes akaashi thinks you get too friendly and gets kinda jealoussss hehehe)

- especially if yall be having kids, he makes sure to wave at you guys if you’re watching his games

[pinktatertots99]

And another one! For the Ship Headcanon thing: 9, 14 and 28 for eeeeehm (my otp ahahahahaha) Nah, is there any ship you want to do? Any headcanons you want to scream out into the void of tumblr?

JDKHJDKJHDKJ awwwwww, maybe i will do this: i shall do these three with your ship and put under cut the three questions with random ships my brain cooks up from whatever fandom i got in mind.

-coughs- in order: houseki no kuni, nanbaka, mahoutsukai no yome, and homestuck cause holy fuck i am not puttin down all my tags for these four fandoms

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9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? for zirc probably just, anything they do they think its embarrassing but most embarrassing is being caught in the shower singing. for yellow their’s is just bein mocked as old by rutile in their banter’s and zirc hearin and laughin over it cause o wow that was funny.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? zirc goes all out on doctor mode mask on, soup and medicines and yellow lookin like royalty with a buncha floofy pillows around em. for yellow they just mostly chill getting zirc whatever they want including some physical contact cause they do kinda worry bout their lil buddy.

28. Why do they get jealous? zirc its mostly jealous over who knows yellow more considering ages, like feelin like they missed out on alot. for yellow its more protection then jealousy but mostly any flirty moves someone makes on zirc and zirc not knowin or just bein friendly to it will get em a bit jelly.

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? qi its like, almost anything but most embarrassing would def had to be the couple times liang found his lingere magazines that involved alot of thigh pictures. for liang it’d be dropping a dumb-bell on himself and then kicking it only for it to smack him in the head while qi saw the whole thing. 

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? lucy is VERY serious on getting zoey anything involvin medicine she makes or buys that will 100% help and almost always on her feet due to a bit of panic worried it might get worse. while zoey ends up makin alotta homemade remedies his mom and dad used to give him when he got sick for lucy if its the other way around, might stay around her alot tho considerin recent manga definietly would have him worried on her bein vunerable to any magical entities to take advantage of.

28. Why do they get jealous? oh ho just talkin to kanny is enough for cro to be slightly jelly especially if its friendly convo’s cause dis, dis is his -amporas and their attatchment issues man its somethin the two’ll work out-. kanny is, barely jealous, only if cro puts on the flirty facade long enough for someone else will he get jealous cause excuse him WHO is his flushed quadrant again? bois need a damn auspitchious and therapist for this shit, does make for some heated makeouts if their on that level, mayhaps a small flip in quad’s cause i live for quadrant vaccilation.

[pianoperson]

Can I just

aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lancelot and Jonah’s suited pair card is giving me life like hhhhhhhhhhhh my OTP fighting together??? Yes yes and YES

For obvious reasons, I can’t post the full CG. :’)) But it’s so beautiful!!

If we’ll be real, though, it’s Jonah who has my eye (as always).

NO COME ON REALLY LIKE

LOOK AT THAT

LOOK AT THAT SMIRK, THAT COOL GAZE

HE IS NOT AFRAID OF WHOEVER HE AND LANCELOT HAVE TO FIGHT, IF ANYTHING THE ENEMY SHOULD BE SCARED OF HIM

And hoohee 🥵 some cards of his, he looks more feminine, many cards of his make him look androgynous, and some cards make him look masculine and this card is part of the latter. Like sirrrrr 🤤

I almost envy the dude who’s standing in front of Jonah. He gets a perfect view of that beautiful hot smirk.

Ok but can we discuss

Look honey, I usually don’t focus on hands HHDAAJDHHDAJAJD but this

This is an exception.

Look at how THE LIGHT SHINES ON HIS LEFT HAND, HOW THE SOFT BLUE JUST MAKES HIS FINGERS LOOKS SO SLENDER AND GRACEFUL AS HE HOLDS HIS SHEATHE

And look at those slender fingers as they slowly pull the sword out of its sheath.

And ok, the sheath. I need to talk about the sheath. Because you don’t see it on his sprite at all. I noticed that with the sprites of the kings, queens, and jacks, the kings and jacks show a sheath for their swords (honestly, how can anyone miss Luka’s giant af sword?) but the queens don’t. Sirius is understandable since he doesn’t fight with a blade, but Jonah??? Honey, where’s your sword?? Do you like, carry your sheath around? I’d say he probs has it on his belt but like bruh that jacket is so long.

You think I’m done? Hoh no honey, I’m not done yet.

I’m not sorry.

Have a bonus sneak peek of Lancelot’s arm. ;)

But I ain’t here to talk about his arm lmao

Honestly, my gaze on Jonah starts from the legs going up.

Like yo look

Look at that thigh strap peeking out

And can we admire how TCB shades the shadows of leaves? Like wow talent

Idk man, I love legs. They do stuff to me. Jonah’s legs are 😳👌👌

Like as of now when I’m making this post, I stop typing just to scroll up and admire his legs. I know I’m a weird person. :D

Ugh I just hHHHH JONAH I LOVE YOUUUUUU

[aewriting]

I forget where I saw someone say that their Roswell NM OTP is every main character ​and a good therapist, ha (edited to add - it was @soberqueerinthewild, THANK YOU!) but it’s soooo true, and it got me thinking. Full disclosure - Malex is my end game. I hope they get it together. But once they do, they have so, so much trauma and hurt and issues between the two of them that to have a real, healthy relationship it would take a lot of work. And so this little fic was born.

Warning for relationship strife.

(Also edited to now include a "keep reading" option, which I had NO earthly idea how to put in last night on the tumblr mobile app, ha)

Here’s the AO3 link, if you prefer.

***

Michael stumbles out of the bedroom bleary-eyed, out of sorts.

Trepidatious.

The tension eases, slightly, when he smells the coffee, freshly ground.

He hasn’t left.

Not, not that he thinks he would, really, not that he has for years, now, but he can’t help it if that’s where his mind still goes.

Prosthetic’s not on, and he’s moving stiffly, with the crutches. Michael feels a pang of guilt, then anger. It’s Alex’s own damn fault, stubborn ass that he is. Wouldn’t sleep in the damn bed with Michael, and wouldn’t let Michael take the couch. So yeah, he’s probably feeling it this morning. Boo fucking hoo. Maybe next time he’ll just give in...

Michael should have never let him sleep on the couch.

Should have, could have locked him in the damn bedroom.

Michael knows he can hear him - Alex is always hyperaware of shit like that. He probably heard him the instant his feet hit the floor. So it’s frustrating as hell that he’s made no move to turn toward Michael yet, that there’s been no acknowledgement of his presence.

“Hey,” Michael finally says. Loud. Probably obnoxious. He’s wearing only his boxer briefs (nice ones, an Alex purchase last Christmas), and god dammit he’s gonna use that, knows it’s always been one of the best weapons he’s had against Alex and his moods. He ambles over to the kitchen, overly loose. Casual. Leans back, hands on the counter, body on display.

Alex finally eyes him, swallows hard. “Here,” he says, placing a mug of hot black coffee next to Michael’s hand.

The corner of Michael’s mouth quirks up, almost sly. “Thanks.”

“Mmm hmm,” Alex says. He’s still not looking at Michael, not really.

Michael makes a show out of blowing on the coffee, sipping it. He sniffs the air, frowns. “What am I smelling?”

“We had some bananas going bad. I made banana bread. It’s in the oven now.”

Michael’s frown deepens. “How long you been up?”

A shrug. “A while.”

And Michael can’t help it. “Guess the couch wasn’t too comfortable, then?” He sees the slight shake of Alex’s head, the eye roll. Then the guilt comes back, full force. “Look, I’m sorry. About last night. I should have texted.”

Alex is still just looking down at his own coffee cup, face tense.

Michael heaves a sigh and pushes himself off the counter. Approaches Alex from behind, finds him overly stiff when he finally touches him. “I’m sorry, okay? Real sorry.” Skims his hands down Alex’s arms, to his hips, his thighs. “Come to bed and I’ll show you just how sorry.”

And normally, that would do the trick. Alex would fix Michael with one of those dark, intense looks of his, or maybe roll his eyes, even - bite back a smile. The sex was always good like that, too - a little wild, dirty. An edge to it.

This morning, though, Alex exhales. Shrugs off Michael’s touch. “I...” he starts. Then, “No.”

Michael’s eyes widen and he stumbles back, chastened. Scared, honestly. Because in all the time they’ve lived together, he doesn’t think Alex has ever turned him down, not quite like this.

He suddenly feels overexposed, shrinks back. Alex is wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt. Michael wishes he would have pulled something on before coming out of the bedroom.

And he’s pragmatic. Cause he’s had to be. Already thinking about next steps, the Airstream. Isobel’s got a condo now, a nice one - same developer that did Kyle’s, though Isobel’s is nicer, of course... there’s no way her Homeowners Association is gonna let her shady brother park his shitty Airstream in the damn parking lot. He’s saved up some money, though, in these past few years, living with Alex. He’ll, he’ll have more options now than he did at 28, at 17.

He looks at Alex warily, watches him sit down heavily at their little kitchen table. He hangs his head, grips his coffee cup. “Are... are we fooling ourselves?”

“What?” Michael folds his arms in front of himself, like a barrier.

Alex isn’t looking him in the eye. “I just... All those years, when things didn’t work with us, it was so easy to blame all the other shit. The big, external things.”

And shit... this, this might really be it, Michael thinks. He, he’s been waiting for this - like, it was always kind of there in the back of his mind, but it... it maybe, really being here is something different. He tracks Alex’s every expression, every movement with wide-eyed alarm.

“My dad. DADT. Just, like, the military in general. You being,” he exhales shakily, “being an alien. Us seeing other people. And everything with Caulfield, Project Shepherd.”

Alex purses his lips. “But... but it’s just us now. And, and what if that’s the common denominator? Like, what if we’re the problem?” He’s shaking his head, looking stricken. “Dad’s dead, Project Shepherd’s shuttered...”

Michael leans his head back, sighs deeply. “What do you want, Alex? Just, what is this about?” Their eyes finally meet, briefly. “This is more than me forgetting to text.”

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Alex’s brow is furrowed. “It’s... it’s all the texts, that you’ve forgotten.” Michael open his mouth to protest, but Alex barrels forward. “And it’s all the times I’ve gotten mad about them. It’s the way we fight about stupid shit, like keeping the cabin clean, or what we should do on the weekends.” He bites his lip. “It’s all the times one of us has slept on the couch. All the times I’ve thought you were out with someone else. Someone easier, less complicated. All the times you’ve thought I was leaving.”

He’s rubbing at his neck. “Like, do we really think we can do this?”

Michael’s whole body feels tight, coiled. “Do you?”

Alex’s shoulders slump. “I... I don’t know, honestly.”

“Fuck,” Michael mutters, looking away.

“And that’s not to do with you.”

“Bullshit it’s not,” Michael grits out. “Don’t give me this ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bullshit.” He shakes his head. “Not with me.”

“Fine,” Alex says. “But it’s both of us. Like, we’ve been through so much shit, Michael. So much. And the way we grew up...” Alex’s eyes narrow. “You know I don’t know a single couple I’d want to be like? Not a single one where I’m like, wow, that’s a great relationship. Maybe I can have that someday.” He gives a disbelieving little laugh. “Not one! And sure as hell not, not a queer one. Or...” There’s another nearly hysterical little laugh. “Or an interspecies one, for fuck’s sake.”

Michael licks his lips. He’s, he’s grasping for ways to talk Alex down. “Is this about the wedding? Like, second thoughts? Are you, are you not ready?” Michael swallows. “Like, if you need time, I’ll give you time.”

Alex is just staring at him, and Michael starts ticking through the boxes of what else Alex could possibly need, want right now. “Is it, is it the idea of being with, with just me?” And god, he hates what he’s about to say, but he says it. “Cause, cause fuck, Alex, I love you. God knows I, I had years to fuck around. And I know you didn’t get that like I did, with the military and your dad and shit, so if you want that -“

“What the actual fuck, Michael?”

“I, I’m just saying -“

“Have you heard anything I’ve just said?”

And now Michael’s hurt. Offended. “Of course I have.”

“And your first thought was, what, maybe he wants to open this up?” Alex is looking at him, incredulous. “Like, do you?”

“No!” Michael exclaims. “I just, I love you Alex. I, I want you however I can have you.”

“And that’s part of the problem!” Alex says, desperate. “You’re so... so damn self-sacrificing sometimes. And let me just put it out there, for the damn record, you have me. You’ve fucking had me since I was 17, and, and I think I have you, but is that enough?” Alex is hunched over the table now. “Like, I want this to be good for us. Healthy. But, but how can we even know what that looks like?” He shakes his head at Michael. “Like, healthy is not volunteering to have a god damn open relationship at the first sign of trouble. Especially when you don’t even want one, my god.” He blows out a breath. Looks down. At his leg. “And it’s also not, not being a stubborn bastard and ignoring your own health just to stick it to your boyfriend and sleep on the couch.” He curses low, under his breath. “We’re both the problem, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“I...” Michael starts, then stops. Buffy chooses this instant to trot up to him, curl herself against his bare legs, and fuck, he can’t, can’t imagine leaving Alex, leaving her...

“I left a voicemail for Dr. Ling this morning. Told her I want to start up regular sessions again,” Alex says quietly. “And I think, well, it was her suggestion, actually, when I was seeing her before. She said that maybe we should consider couple’s therapy.”

Michael scoffs, at that. Rolls his eyes.

Alex sees, and his jaw tightens. “You know,” he starts. “ I think it’s more than a little - “ he breathes, regroups. “I think it’s telling that you’d sooner suggest that we fuck other people than actually talk to someone about this.”

And fuck if he doesn’t have a point, there.

The truth of it rattles Michael, and he finally sits down across from Alex. Sets the coffee mug on the table, a little too rough. “I don’t want to have to go in there and lie.”

Alex purses his lips. “I... I get that. I know you hate that. But, with this, I think we could still get something out of it. I mean, I have to lie. To Dr. Ling. About you.” He sees Michael’s face. “And I know that’s not the same. It’s definitely not. But, but I think it could help us, Michael. I mean, even if we never even touch the alien stuff, there’s so much else.” He pauses. “And maybe, maybe we could learn. Learn to really talk to each other. So that when we did need to talk, about anything - even the alien stuff, especially the alien stuff - we could.”

And Michael looks at him, really looks. He’s just this side of desperate. Almost pleading, but... but there’s still hope. And the hope does it. Because he wasn’t lying when he said he’d do anything for Alex, and he knows it says something really fucking strange about him that, even after all these years, he’d find it easier to, to take a goddamn hammer for him than to open up like this, in this way. But at his core, he knows he’s right.

He breathes deep and looks right at Alex. “If it’ll keep you off this couch,” he says, pointedly, “then yeah, I’ll go put in my time on a different one.”

And Alex, Alex looks so relieved. Reaches across the table and grasps Michael’s hand with his own, still warm from gripping his coffee mug. “Thank you.”

Michael leans forward, then - cradles Alex’s face with his other hand, and gives him a kiss. A real one. Not urgent. Just... genuine.

And Alex smiles, pulls away and looks down, almost shy.

“What?” Michael asks.

“I, I just...” Alex finally looks at him, quirks an eyebrow. “I told myself I wasn’t gonna do this, this morning, told myself that we were gonna talk, but, well... want to spend a little time on, on our couch, first?”

The invitation is clear, and now it’s Michael’s turn to be relieved.

“Yes.”