#I’m also just wearing this to go get covid tested so like it does not matter

[agentstarkid]

FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON ✦ DR3

✦ summary: While isolating in a hotel room, some things can't be ignored any more and, as stars fade in the dawn's light, some bonds were meant to be broken, like whispers carried away by the desert wind.

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ words: 4.3K

✦ warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, established relationship, lots of angst, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, there's a nine-year age gap, forced proximity (if you squint), language.

✦ pit wall live: holis babes! before you all come for me with your pitchforks, I'd like to remind you that english is not my first language so I wanna give a big biiig thank you to Tally (@onceuponaoneshotfanfic) for englishing this baby and for encouraging me to write it when I told her I was thinking about it ❤️ I actually wrote this back in october and I can finally post it!! It is tied to Saudade, if you want more context to their story. This is not the end, okay?... or is it? hehe byeee

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

Wednesday, just a day before his scheduled morning session, the symptoms began to show. They knew from the moment he started to complain about his body aching all over. The uncertainty and concern were present from the first moment, intensifying when, as a precaution, he underwent several medical tests to verify whether he suffered from Covid or not. However, the first test came back negative. It was a breath of relief, at least for a moment. But on Friday afternoon the alarms went off, and the Aussie driver's negative became a terrifying positive that further disrupted the false peace that they had tried so hard to preserve in recent weeks.

Practice for the opening race was scheduled for the following Friday, and having to isolate in accordance with local regulations meant that Daniel would go into the new season without having driven the car since last month.

Locked away from the outside world, tension brewed within the confines of a hotel room. This forced proximity only served to accentuate the strains that had long been present. The fraying edges of your relationship were now illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights, magnified by the claustrophobic confinement of quarantine.

You entered the bedroom and found him lying on the bed, wearing a navy shirt and a pair of sweats, his feet locked at the ankles and his attention focused on his phone.

“How are you feeling?”

“’m fine,” he sighed.

“Do you need anything?” you tried again.

“Nope.”

You went to lay down on your side of the bed. “Heard Lando had problems with the car today.”

“Seems the car is even shittier than last year.” He let out a dry laugh. “But I wouldn’t know because I’m stuck in this fucking hotel room for the rest of the week.”

“Look on the bright side, you’ve got a couple of extra days to relax before the craziness of the season begins.” You gave a half shrug.

“Wouldn’t exactly call this relaxing. But you wouldn’t understand.”

“What does that mean? I know how you’re feeling-”

He shook his head and huffed, dropping his phone on the bed. “No, that’s the thing. You don’t know, sweetheart. How would you know? You didn’t get a fucking positive result and was forced to stay inside these walls, watching how everyone else gets the chance to freely try out their cars before they really have to focus on the season. You’re only stuck here as a precaution. It’s funny, you know…” He snorted. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately. And it’s been fine in the meantime. But as soon as you get here—”

“Are you saying that all of this is my fault?” The tension in the room was palpable as the argument raged on.

He rubbed his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling. He wouldn't even look at you — and somehow that annoyed you even more.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being considerate enough to also get sick, it’s not like I can actually control that. But that might be my fucking fault, too. I’m too fucking busy being worried about your health. My bad.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart. You turned back over to face away from him.

You felt so tired and hurt. In the last few days, these walls have felt like a battleground, waiting for you to engage in combat. And all you keep doing is try to stand tall pretending to be the bravest soldier.

It all began with the relentless hate that had been heaped upon you recently. At first, it was fine, it was expected, and you would laugh about the things they were saying. You must have been blinded by the honeymoon phase, as some people call it, but all things must come to an end. Lately, Daniel's devoted fans had turned into a fierce mob, outraged and blaming you for his performance last year, saying it was all the time he's been spending with you instead of focusing on his career. The hateful comments and messages had started to poison the relationship.

You guessed that it was easier when you were the only target. It was bearable to an extent; you could take it. Wasn't the first time it happened, and you supposed it was all part of the “big show”. But once they started targeting him too – things took a 180-degree turn.

Daniel and you had been inseparable for two years, celebrating your anniversary not too long ago. Now, you both lay silently in your hotel room; the once fiery love now reduced to smoldering embers.

He sighed and turned his head in your direction. “Babe, I—”

“It’s okay.” You mumbled squeezing your eyes shut, trying to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. “Goodnight.”

He covered his eyes with his hands; he didn’t mean to snap at you like that. He could hear you taking deep breaths, and something in his chest felt heavy. This need to bicker, to fight with you had been present for a few weeks, but lately had reached an all-time high.

The 2021 Formula 1 season had brought with it a surge of emotions that Daniel hadn't anticipated. As he settled into his new role with McLaren, the pressure to prove he was the more experienced driver in his first year with the team weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Every race was a chance to show the world that he still had what it took to compete at the highest level of motorsport. The expectations were high, and the scrutiny was relentless. Fans, the media, and fellow drivers all wondered if the Honey Badger could return to his former glory.

The season brought a mix of highs and lows. The highlight, undoubtedly, was the victory in Monza. It was a moment that should have been celebrated longer as a triumph for both Daniel and McLaren. However, amidst the jubilation, there was a bitter undercurrent of frustration. It seemed that the team's focus was already shifting to the next race, their first win in 12 years overshadowed by the relentless march of time.

Daniel's frustration grew as he watched the spotlight turn away from Monza's victory. He yearned for the recognition, the culmination of a year of hard work and perseverance. But as the season continued, the pressure only increased. The wins were non-existent, and the losses weighed heavily on him, each one gnawing at his confidence.

The expectations for the coming season were higher than ever. He knew that he had to perform at his best to silence the critics and prove that he still had that competitive edge. The weight of those expectations seemed to hang over him, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

Each race weekend would become a test, a chance to prove himself once again. The roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the pressure of the competition were all part of the Formula 1 world that he loved, but they also added to the mounting stress.

You couldn’t sleep at all.

Sleep evaded you that night. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to fix the fractured parts of the relationship. Where did it go wrong? The question replayed over and over again like a broken record.

You stretched your arm to grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time.

2:30 A.M. Just a little bit less than 4 hours until the sun would come out. And 5 more days until you both would be free to leave this room.

You stood up from the bed and went to Daniel’s bedside table to look for the fingertip pulse oximeter. Once you found it, you knelt down and took his hand, careful not to wake him, and placed the oximeter on the tip of his index finger. After a few seconds of waiting for the values to remain constant, you sighed with relief when a big 98 appeared under the oxygen saturation. Thankfully, his symptoms were not of great concern, and he showed constant improvements. But you didn’t want to risk it, so every few hours you made sure to check his vitals just so you could have a little peace of mind. Especially when he was sleeping.

You couldn’t help but look at him for a moment. He looked to be in a profound state of sleep, so calm and so beautiful. His features, usually animated and lively, rested in a serene calm. You observed the rise and fall of his chest, the tranquil expressions that danced across his face, and the gentle harmony of his breathing. In these hushed moments, it was like nothing had changed, where you were still you and he was still the same Daniel that promised you that you were a team.

As you gazed upon him, your heart was a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the undeniable warmth and affection that comes from witnessing his vulnerability in slumber. Yet, a touch of sadness lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the unresolved tension from the previous fight. The serenity of his sleep served as a poignant backdrop to your disagreements, and you desperately longed for the chance to mend the rift and return to the peace you once shared.

It didn’t take long for the tears to appear again and you couldn’t help but curse being so sensitive. You stood up; you knew that going back to bed was useless, so you headed out of the room. You ended up curled up on the couch in the dark living room of your hotel room, the soft glow of your phone screen casting a bright light on your tear-streaked face. You debated whether calling one of the girls or just text them in need of letting all this helplessness out. But you didn't want to bother them with your problems, you knew they already had enough with their owns. So, you gave up on the idea.

Your relationship with Daniel had been a whirlwind of love and excitement, a passionate journey that had weathered ups and downs, but always coming out stronger on the other side. Now, you weren’t so sure you would come out of this unscathed.

Was it time to let it go? You couldn’t help but wonder. You weren’t new to this predicament. It happened before with your last relationship. But with Harry, the revelation that it was over came naturally and gently. You both were on the same page and knew it was inevitable. But with Daniel, your heart told you to continue, begged you to keep fighting while your mind was sending out warning signals that you chose to completely ignore.

The bright Bahraini sun shone through the big windows when Daniel, out of habit, rolled over to pull your body closer and instead felt the coldness of the sheets on your side of the bed. He opened his eyes and searched around the room. The bathroom door was open, and the lights were off, so you couldn’t be there. He stood up and left the room, yawning. He found you in the same place you ended up last night, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest.

The dark bags under your eyes were more prominent this morning. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of you. He got closer and leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead and felt you stir for a moment before slowly opening your eyes. You rubbed your eyes before looking up at him silently.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing here?” he yawned, taking a seat on the couch as you moved back to give him space.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied in a muted voice, eyes downcast, fiddling with your fingernails.

And that was the routine after an argument: fight. One of you would try to walk away to calm down (most of the time it was you). Pretend nothing happened and go back to normal – well, whatever normal meant these days. Repeat.

A heavy silence settled between you. He leaned back on the couch, just staring at your face. He knew he should say something. Apologize even. But the words refused to come out. Meanwhile, thoughts swirled in your mind, doubts that had been lingering for a while now. Was it all in your head? Had you been the problem all along?

No.

As the seconds ticked by, the fog began to lift, and with it came a newfound clarity. It wasn't all in your head, and you weren't the sole problem. You had believed for so long it was your responsibility to make things right, to hold everything together. But it had been a shared responsibility, a partnership that had eroded in different ways.

Yes. You had both contributed to this.

You had underestimated the significance of his actions, his choices, and his words. In the process of taking all the blame, you had overlooked how he had let things slip away, how he had failed to communicate, and how he had allowed the distance to grow. You realized that it was a two-way street, and while you had been quick to accept responsibility for your part, it was time for both of you to acknowledge your roles in your shared demise.

Something within you was stirring, a growing realization that you couldn't keep shouldering the blame for everything. It wasn't fair to you, nor was it the path to a healthy and equal relationship.

"I can't do this anymore, Daniel," you murmured, your eyes brimming with sadness.

"No, no no— no we're not doing this—"

“Amor, please,” you pleaded in a whisper. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your resolve held firm. “We've been arguing about everything lately. All of this is hurting us. Your fans—”

Daniel's heart ached, but he lashed out in defense. “You know it's not that simple! I can't control what my fans say—”

Your irritation boiled over. "But you can defend me, Daniel! You can stand up for us!”

Frustration welled up in Daniel, his voice growing sharper. "I'm trying to protect what's left of my career, YN! Last season was awful for me, apart from one win, which was insignificant, apparently. I've got my own fucking problems!” He stood up forcefully and started to pace around the room.

Your anger flared and big angry tears streamed down your face. “You think it's only your career that's on the line? What about us? We're supposed to be a team, supporting each other. ‘Us against everything else’, remember? But you're making it all about you!” you screamed at him, standing up from where you were previously sitting.

He suddenly stopped in front of you. “You're too young and naive to understand the pressure I'm under. It's not just about us. It's about my career, it’s about my life! And that’s very rich coming from you,” he scoffed. “What about your fans, huh? The hate I'm getting from them and other people, it's taking a fucking toll!” he hissed. You stared at him, feeling shocked by his words. He kept going. “And let’s not forget how fucking clingy you’ve been. You suffocate me sometimes. Must be nice to have a job where you can just drop everything anytime you want and take paid vacations to follow me around.”

His words left you feeling as though the ground had been yanked from beneath your feet.

You're too young and naive. How fucking clingy you’ve been — You suffocate me sometimes. His words echoed incessantly in your mind like a stuck playback.

When did the insecurities shared transform into arrows, aimed at your most profound wounds?

You snapped, “You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. And I warned you. I gave you an out so many times, but you decided to stay.” A bitter laugh left your mouth. “You said I was the greatest risk you’ve ever taken and the greatest reward—”

“And I did think that, YN,” he uttered. “We lived inside a bubble for so long, but reality is different. Maybe we rushed into this too soon.”

“Come on, bury my heart deeper, Danielito. If that's what you're trying to do— it's working,” you said with a pained smile, eyes only focused on him.

The room seemed to grow colder, and your voices decreased in volume. But the damage had been done. Daniel realized the pain his words had caused, but his own frustration clouded his judgment. “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it,” he muttered bitterly.

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is,” you agonized; your voice was shaky. Invisible claws of grief and anguish were tearing at the muscles and tendons in your chest. You never knew that emotions could possess such tangible, physical presence.

“If only we had met on different grounds. Then maybe things would have been different, we would be different.”

You couldn't help but add more fuel to the fire. You lacked the capacity for a graceful exit, and if you were aflame, you'd ensure that he, too, would turn to ashes. “Do you mean what if I was different?” A new wave of anger swept over you.

That question caught him off guard, forcing Daniel to pause and stare at you, honest surprise and confusion coloring his face. “What?”

Your voice trembled with a mix of frustration and hurt as you confronted him. “Heidi's constant presence in the paddock these past few months, the way you've been talking to her, and how people are speculating about you two... It's causing me to doubt myself and my place in your life.”

Daniel's brows furrowed, and his voice carried irritation. “YN, this is ridiculous. Heidi is just a friend. We've been through this countless times.”

You inched forward as you tried to make him understand. “I know she's your friend, but the way you've been spending time with her lately... it's different. I can't shake off the feeling that there might be something more.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. “You're being crazy, YN. We're just friends, and it's unfair of you to accuse me, and especially her, like this.” In a further defensive move, he shot back, “You're the one who had those cheating rumors circulating, not me. You should know how destructive and unfounded these accusations can be. And now, you're doing the same thing with Heidi?”

It felt like a hard punch to your gut, you took in a sharp breath, “So, you're bringing this up again? We already cleared the air about those false accusations when they hit us. I would never dare cheat on you!” Your frustration was palpable.

“And why is it so fucking hard to believe I wouldn’t either?” Suddenly, you could clearly see how sadness clouded his features.

The room seemed to close in around you both. Then, all of a sudden, you realized that healing from this and moving forward required a level of understanding and compassion that seemed beyond reach in the heat of this argument.

In that moment, you knew for certain that it was over. The love you had once celebrated, the memories you had shared, now felt like distant echoes of a happier time.

How did you both allow things to spiral into such chaos? This living room had transformed into a battleground, where words cut like knives. Where were the Daniel and YN who were deeply in love? The ones who, for the first time, felt safe to be vulnerable and discuss a future they had envisioned together; one with a couple of tiny little feet running around the farm in a couple of years and joking about how wild a perfect mix of Australian and Latino genes would be. Now, you stood face to face, unrecognizable, refusing to show any sign of surrender.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

It wasn’t supposed to end at all.

The silence in the room was suffocating. All the energy and adrenaline left your body at once. You felt emotionally drained, as though a storm had swept through your heart and left it battered and exhausted.

You took a sit back on the couch and ran your hands across your face, squeezing your eyes shut. “We can't go on like this.”

So, this is it, Daniel thought. Dread twisted in his gut; he felt like he might throw up. His shoulders slumped and he raked his fingers through his hair as he took a seat next to you. The vulnerability in your words cut him deeply, but he understood the gravity of the situation. "You're right," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. “We tried, didn’t we? We gave it our best shot” a sad smile adorned his tired face. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” he murmured as tears shone in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, too. I wanted to make it work. I always just wanted to be the one.” Your heart seemed to shatter into even smaller fragments. As you wiped away a single tear that trickled down your cheek, the physical act of brushing it away only served to accentuate the profound pain that had settled within your chest. It felt as though each tear carried with it a piece of your shattered dreams and the love that was now slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. In that fleeting moment, your heartache intensified, and you realized that this breakup was leaving you more broken than you had ever thought possible.

As the final words echoed in the room, you, your tears spent, turned and walked out into the bedroom, leaving Daniel alone with the weight of what had just transpired.

As soon as you left the room, you locked yourself in the bathroom and texted Blake. You asked him if there was any chance, he could talk to the hotel so you could get another room for the remaining time you had to be in quarantine. The request took him by complete surprise, and you explained shortly that Daniel and you had just broken up.

He assured you he was going to do everything in his power to get you a new room. You were sure that as soon as you hung up the phone, he was already texting Daniel asking for a better explanation.

As you sat on the bathroom floor, the pain was all-encompassing, a relentless throb deep within your chest that left you gasping for air. It felt as though a gaping void had taken up residence in your heart, and you weren’t sure how to fill it.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Numbness had started to settle in. A surreal feeling that this couldn't be real, that you would wake up from this nightmare at any moment. You wished that a switch would flip and make it all go away, but the pain persisted.

Bitterness and anger boiled within you. You felt wronged by the universe, by the cruel twist of fate that had torn you both apart. You resented the public scrutiny, the relentless judgment from fans and strangers alike, and the demands of your high-profile careers.

You felt unbearably alone. You longed for Daniel’s presence, for the familiar comfort of his arms, but he was no longer yours to hold. Your heart ached for the man you thought, for a short period, you would spend the rest of your life with, even though you knew that was no longer possible. The pain of heartbreak was, for you, an agonizing and inescapable reality, and you had yet to discover how to heal and move forward.

Turns out Blake went beyond of what you initially asked for. He arranged for you to take the PCR test again to confirm that you had not contracted the virus while sharing a room with Daniel.

After two slow and torturous days, where you spent your time curled up on the couch and Daniel spent his in the bedroom — a decision you made, he was the sick one after all. After two consecutive negative results, you were given the green light to leave. You had already packed your things after your call with Blake a few days ago, hoping you could change rooms. He had asked you if you needed anything else, saying he was willing to facilitate everything for you. He saw you as a fundamental part of this little dysfunctional family and had developed a deep affection for you. You couldn’t thank him enough.

Soon you had a plane waiting to take you back to L.A., to a house, not a home, all alone. You were leaving behind what you've come to realize was your home in the last two years.

You awkwardly said goodbye to Daniel. Your voice sounded tired, while he shifted on his feet on the threshold of the bedroom door. Curls wild, beard a bit longer than the past days and the bags under his eyes looked even more prominent. Despite the visible signs of weariness on both of you, you still couldn't draw any solace from the shared pain.

You knew you had to find your own path, to heal from these wounds, and to rediscover who you were outside of the relationship. As the plane took off, you made a silent promise to yourself to emerge from this ordeal stronger, wiser, and ready to face the world, no matter how unforgiving it might be.

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Regrets 

Paring - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3k

Drabble 4 - One mans regret is another’s opportunity 

warnings: brief mention of sex, swearing, ill-relative

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

This certainly isn’t how you envisioned your day would turn out, just this morning you were laid in bed with Jungkook about to enjoy a sweet breakfast in bed together after two rounds of rampant sex – and now, you sit in the waiting room of the hospital, drinking water from a plastic cup with shaky hands. 

It was nice of Jungkook to give you a ride here, giving that he’s told you at least three times now just how much he hates driving, he hates the traffic, how mundane it is, the fact he can’t really multitask when behind the wheel; he hates everything about it. But still, he pulled through for you when you needed him to.

It's no secret that your father is in ill health, last year he suffered two heart attacks and when he tested positive for Covid-19 in December your family prepared for the worst. By some miracle he pulled through but his respiratory system hasn’t been the same since. Two bouts of pneumonia, a severe chest infection and nightly use of an oxygen mask is his new normal.

Your mum texted to let you know that he’s been admitted with yet another ghastly chest infection, apparently he’s not doing so great and so you came here as soon as you could, alerting your best friend Jimin of your whereabouts on the way. Unlike the other times he’d taken ill during the height of pandemic restrictions, you weren’t sitting in the waiting room alone. Your mother sits across from you with anxious bouncing legs, and Jungkook, bless his soul, sits beside you playing the role of a concerned boyfriend a little too well.

“I’m sorry you had to find out about us this way, I can leave if you’d prefer to be alone together.” His voice is kind and low as he addresses your mother, who looks at him with a warm smile. “Honestly I won’t be offended.”

“Nonsense, I’m just surprised Y/N didn’t tell us about you sooner. I’m sorry that we met this way though, maybe when her father recovers we can all go for a nice meal together and get to know each other properly. I don’t usually look like this.” She gives a breathy chuckle, referring to her jade green leggings and oversized hoodie – her favourite loungewear set you’d gifted her two Christmases ago. Of course the ensemble isn’t complete without her yellow garden sliders, which she’s also wearing today. Normally she’s what most people would consider to be vain, always dressing in nice clothes with a full face of makeup even in her forties, she must’ve been in a rush to get here much like you and Jungkook were.

“Me neither.” Jungkook flashes a brilliant white smile. To be honest you’ve never seen him look so casual, only wearing a white oversized t shirt, grey sweatpants and trainers. He looks good dressed like this, he blends into the rest of society comfortably and his presence for once doesn’t scream ‘I have money, ask me about it’. “It would be nice to go out together though, once he’s fully recovered of course. I can’t wait to hear all about what Y/N was like as a child.”

“Y/N?” Your mum waves a soft hand in front of you, snapping you from your day dream. “He’s going to be okay, this is just a precaution.”

“I know.” You exhale, nodding slowly, trying to ignore your burning hatred for hospitals.

“Does anybody want anything to eat? I’m going to run down to the corner shop.” Jungkook stands, shooting you a sympathetic smile, “You haven’t eaten today Y/N is there anything specific you want me to get for you?”

“Oh how thoughtful.” Your mother gushes, you know full-well that she loves him already. What a pity he’s not actually your boyfriend, rather the man who pays you to have sex with him. Oh she’d be so proud.

You clear your throat and shake your head, “I’m not really hungry anymore.” You admit, “I’ll have a coffee from the canteen though. The blonde—”

“Blonde coffee blend with almond milk and one sweetener. I know. Would you like a coffee too? Or anything to eat? Sorry I didn’t even catch your name how rude of me.” You’re visibly taken aback by the fact he knows your coffee order, as far as you know you’d only been for a coffee together once. Even his memory is unworldly.

“Anna.” She smiles, eyes quickly skimming the tattoos on his sizeable arm, “And I’ll have a black coffee with a cheese sandwich please, hang on I’ve got some change in my… Oh where is it, it’s around here somewhere-”

“Not necessary. I don’t mind.” Jungkook tries to fight a laugh, giving you a brief glance before exiting the room.

“So…”

And it begins.

“So?” Your brows are raised expectantly as you lock eyes with your mother, who given the circumstances looks pretty damn happy right now. Maybe she’s giggling at your t shirt dress and boots which were very obviously yesterdays clothes. 

“When were you going to tell me about your hunk of a boyfriend?! Gosh if I was fifteen years younger.”

You grimace, “Except you’re not, and your husband is in the hospital.”

“Small technicalities.” She shrugs. Your mother birthed you at the tender age of eighteen, she and your father had a somewhat whirlwind teenage romance, they had their first child together, your sister, two years before you aged sixteen, much to your grandparents disappointment. Thankfully it all worked out for them in the end. It wasn’t uncommon of her to make shocking or crude comments like this, you put it down to her age most of the time, giving that she’s not even two decades older than you are. But even so, the idea of her taking a liking to Jungkook is more than nauseating.

“I’m serious! How long have you been together?” She’s smiling, profile curious and suggestive.

“I don’t know like six or seven weeks maybe? Month and a half. It’s early days so can you try not to get your hopes up please.” You’re tired, your body is aching because of said fake boyfriend, and you’re so done with this conversation already – all you care about is getting an update from the doctors. This talk right here is the very reason you almost didn’t sign the contract in the first place, because you know eventually you and Jungkook will have to fake a breakup and your parents will be devastated that you’re still not engaged or popping out grandbabies.

“You haven’t had a boyfriend since Namjoon Y/N, and that was two years ago now… So I’m sorry if I’m a little excited it’s just that he’s so handsome! And muscly! And tall! I love his tattoos! What does he do for a living?”

You ignore the way the mere mention of your ex boyfriend’s name makes your stomach drop, giving in to her curiosity, “He’s the CEO of Jeon Industries, the oil company. He owns a lot of smaller businesses too, like that bar Black Swan in Kensington.”

“Shut up!” She gasps, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Mum I’m tired can we not get into this right now, yes he’s handsome and he’s tall and he’s ripped and yes he’s got tattoos and he’s mega rich but we’ve only been going out just over a month so can you not do this? Not right now. Please.”

Sensing your discomfort she retreats, nodding quietly, “Sorry,” She grins, “Were you two up all night then?”

“Oh my god.” You groan in disgust, hurriedly standing from the lilac seat, “I’m going to find Jungkook, when we get back try to act normal. I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.”

If there’s one thing you hate most in this world, one phobia stronger than all the rest – it’s hospitals. The idea of someone going in and never coming out has always made your knees buckle and not in a good way. You hate hospitals, any clinical setting for that matter, you’d rather ride out an illness than visit your doctor despite how badly you are. It’s disturbing to you how many people have died within these walls, how many lost loved ones were taken here. Your parents and Jimin always called you dramatic whenever you brought it up, but you can’t help the way you feel. Maybe it’s a good thing that you and Namjoon never worked out, because eventually one day his place of work would be a building just like this one.

For the six months that you dated, you were convinced that Namjoon was the love of your life, he was perfect. He was in his final year of med school, he had adorable dimpled cheeks, a contagious laugh, he knew everything about anything without needing to check himself on Google first. And he was sweet, he was caring, you bared your soul to him thinking he was your forever, only for him to randomly decide to take a gap year and teach English to children in Korea. You still remember the day he ended things with you, leaving you behind as he just carried on with his life, seemingly not bothered at all. One mention of his name and you feel numb, you’ve never cared about anybody that much since him.

The only person that comes even remotely close to Namjoon is Jungkook, and well, he doesn’t actually like you he just pays to have you around and sit on his dick whenever you fancy it. There’s no denying that he would be the perfect partner, he could give you things that even Namjoon could not – but he doesn’t want that, you signed a piece of paper that clearly states this is a business arrangement and nothing more. It’s not love, and it never will be, no matter how badly you want it to be. You scoff to yourself, pushing a double door open to find him. How things have changed in the small space of two years.

Your eyes find Jungkook’s tall muscular frame straight away, he’s sitting at a small circular table at the back of the red painted canteen, three coffees and one cheese sandwich in front of him, his gaze flickering between the window and the silver work phone in his hands.

“Hey.” You’re standing beside the table, suddenly feeling a lot calmer in his presence.

He’s looking up at you with big round doe-like eyes, almost guilty, “I’m sorry, I thought you could use some privacy so I—”

“Don’t apologise, I get it. I’m not actually your girlfriend yet here you are meeting my parents, must be rough for you. You can go at any time it’s okay.” The words come out bitchier than you intended, regret washes over you instantaneously. Thankfully he doesn’t seem too phased by your venom.

He pauses, his lips pursed together in a flat line before he stands up, “Y/N… I want to be here, it’s okay, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” His voice his softer than usual and for a split second you’re convinced that he may actually really care.

“This happens pretty often,” You sigh, it’s blatantly obvious you’re feeling overwhelmed, “He’s been ill for a while now… Just waiting for the update from the doctor and then we can leave.” You give him an apologetic smile, there’s nothing about family emergencies in the agreement and yet he’s still here, spending his only day off in the hospital with you. “If he’s gonna be okay we should do something today, I don’t want you wasting your only day off.”

“It’s not wasted if I’m spending time with you.” He looks away immediately after saying it, clearing his throat before he grabs the items from the table, “Would be nice to go somewhere else later though, hospitals freak me out.”

“Really? Me too.” You murmur, helping him carry the food and drinks to the waiting area. The walk back is short and spent in a comfortable silence, god how you wish things could be different, you yearn for Jungkook to set fire to that stupid piece of paper and just ask you out. What’s worse is you actually signed that piece of paper, there’s no way out for you for another eleven months, if you feel this much for him already you dread what life will be like by then.

It’s when you get to the small side room your mother waits in that your heart stops beating.

“—He’s going to be fine, we’ll keep him in for some observations with him being a high risk patient but I’m confident he’ll be home tomorrow Anna.”

Suddenly your ears are ringing, your face is hot and you almost forget how to breathe. Jungkook senses the change in your demeanour and is rightfully confused, especially when you’ve both just heard the doctor tell your mum that your dad is going to be okay. You clear your throat, and for the first time in two years your eyes lock with his. Fuck.

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon’s dimples pierce his cheeks as his smiles, “Your dad’s gonna be fine, he’s responding well to the treatments he should be out of here by tomorrow.”

“That’s great.” You smile back, still frozen in place, “Thank you... So you’re back. And you’re officially a doctor now?”

“Have been for a while actually, can’t say I expected to bump into you here… I know how much you hate hospitals.”

As much as you don’t want to admit it he looks good, his skin is ever so slightly more tanned than it used to be, his clothes fit him better and he looks so much happier than he used to. It’s no surprise he didn’t tell you he was back from Korea, you took the breakup pretty badly and he’s probably moved on by now. You watch him with a curious gaze, you can’t help but think to yourself it’s such a shame things ended the way they did, because two years ago you really did love this man.

“Yeah, well…” You clear your throat again, your mouth suddenly feels abnormally dry, “I couldn’t not come.”

“Thanks Namjoon, it’s nice to see you again.” Your mum stands from her chair, “Y/N do you mind if I go in and see him? They’ve still got Covid restrictions in place, only one visitor at a time.”

“Of course not, tell him I was here though.” You exhale, finally peeling your stare away from Namjoon and looking to Jungkook who stands beside you, handing your mum her coffee and sandwich.

“Thank you so much Jungkook, so kind of you to come today and wait with us.” She looks at your fake boyfriend with such a warm and welcoming gaze, “We definitely need to arrange a proper meeting, I’m sure Y/N’s dad will be excited to meet her new boyfriend when the times right.”

You freeze. Namjoon freezes. Jungkook sees you and Namjoon freeze.

“There’s no rush, I don’t plan on letting her go any time soon. It was nice to meet you, and I hope he’s feeling better soon.” Jungkook is polite as ever, even when the resident doctor is not-so-subtly staring at him.

“Bye mum, call me later please.” You give her a small hug, wanting nothing more than to get out of this hell hole as quick as you can.

“Of course, bye now.” She gives a small wave and disappears into the main corridor on the ward with Namjoon. Thank god that’s over.

Jungkook faces you, holding a coffee in his right hand while he smooths over your waist with his left, “Are you okay? We don’t have to go anywhere today, we could just have a bed day or whatever else you wanna do, or I can drop you off at your place if you wanna be alone.”

“A bed day with you sounds good.” You give a weak smile, even though your entire relationship is a façade you can’t fault him for his efforts today. He’s looking down at you with such kind eyes that you almost want to cry. He’s perfect, but he’s not yours.

“-Y/N?” You hear the voice before you see it’s owner, already wanting to curl up into a ball and die when your eyes land on Namjoon jogging round the corner, his white lab-like coat flapping with each movement.

“Mhm?” You face him, Jungkook’s hand still grazes your waist. The situation is uncomfortable but thankfully he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to eye the doctor cautiously as he approaches.

“I’m really glad you met someone, you look happy.” There’s not even a microscopic spec of malice in Namjoon’s words, his smile looks genuine and he looks as though he really means what he says, which only makes everything worse. “I’ll see you around, and Jungkook was it? Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Jungkook doesn’t look confused anymore, he’s analysed the atmosphere and you can tell by his tight set jaw and the way he’s tightening the hold on your waist that he knows exactly who Namjoon is to you.

Unbeknownst to you Jungkook sees the flicker of disappointment behind Namjoon’s eyes when they finds his hand on your waist, he knows that look, that’s the expression of someone who regrets letting go. He pities Namjoon for sure, but realistically all he can ask himself is how could someone be so foolish to leave you in the first place? You’re smart, funny, caring, a little sarcastic and bratty at times but nothing he can’t handle, you’re beautiful, anyone would be an idiot to let you go.

And so this is the moment, standing with you right here in the hospital with a comforting palm on the bend of your waist, where Jungkook decides he needs to tell you the truth before it’s too late, no regrets. 

x

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[kingpreciouswrld]

soo i’m testing your miranda one shot where the reader comes home after some time away and i was thinking something like that with gwendoline??? gwen has been gone shooting for a new movie or show and tells reader that she won’t be home for a another week or so but ends up coming home earlier as a surprise

pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Reader

word count: 578

A/N: Sorry it's so short, I tried! This was actually a great idea, I'm surprised that I didn't think of it!!

It was rare that Gwen was away from home for so long, but for shooting the show Wednesday, she was shooting for 8 months in Romania. You could've gone with her but you had other obligations that kept you at home.

You guys kept in touch everyday, calling each other or texting each other what's happening. You'd always get picture texts from Gwen in her outfits and you had to say that you absolutely loved the Larissa Weems fits.

The time difference made calls hard but you'd stay up as late as it would take to hear and see Gwen. She was your light and you wouldn't miss the call for the world.

It was down to the wire when you guys started talking about being back together. You had so many things to show Gwen and you were excited to finally be in her arms again. Little did you know, Gwen was set on surprising you at home.

The next day, you called Gwen at the usual time,

"So when does your flight come in next week?"

"I'm so sorry love but Tim wants me to stay a bit longer to reshoot some scenes with Christina. Jenna got COVID so we have done extra time for redos."

You frowned, one, because Gwen wouldn't be home until later but two, because she was exposed to COVID and could get sick herself, "Is Jenna okay? Poor girl."

"Jenna will be okay darling, they're taking precautions and she's taken care of," Gwen covered her mouth piece and said thank you to her assistant who took her suitcase off of the conveyor belt.

"Okay well…how're things going over there? Was it fun in Romania? It definitely looks beautiful." 

Gwen had muted herself as she got into her cab and unmuted herself when you finished rambling, "Oh it's just amazing here darling, we should really come here together one day. You would like it here."

You hummed as you say down on the couch,"I would, wouldn't I? Also, I really love your Larissa outfits, do you think you could take some home?" You asked shyly.

Gwen smirked, "You like Larissa, hm? Well I'll see what I can do love, okay?" 

Your stomach tingled and your toes unintentionally curled at the thought of having Gwen as Principle Weems at home, "Yes babe, thank you!"

"Of course baby doll," the older woman chuckled. She muted herself again as the cab stopped in front of the house. She got out her suitcases and walked up to the front door, "Darling, there should be a package at the front door, do you think you could bring it inside for me?"

You hummed and got off the couch, "Yeah, I can go grab it real quick. What did you get?"

Gwen covered the peep hole with her hand, just in case you looked. You didn't. You opened the door to find Gwen in her lounge wear, looking exhausted but happy to see you.

"Gwen!"

You squealed in surprise before jumping into her arms. You clung to her like a koala and Gwen laughed as she one handedly moved her suitcases inside. You started kissing her neck, your hand tangled in her hair. Gwen chuckled and hummed, "Don't start anything you can't finish bunny."

You blushed and stopped kissing her neck but pulled back and gave her a soft kiss to her lips, Gwen met you halfway and kissed you back. 

"Mmm what a welcome home indeed."

#gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for asking my sister to leave our room with someone who may have been in contact with Covid

This was years ago about a few months into quarantine, back when Covid tests took 7 says for results, and also title itself sounds really selfish and cruel which is why I’m asking

Some background: we are a family of 6. We don’t have a lot of space so my sibs and I (21 at the time) have to share rooms. My two younger sibs share and I share w/ my older sib(22). Our rooms are small enough where we have to share a bed, no desks just a few dressers and a nightstand. We’ve been sharing a room for as long as I can remember so we’re used to this

My parents went to a wedding (I know I know we were all livid) and they heard a few people got sick. They said that these people were all eating questionable food and it was only those people who felt sick. But just in case our mom told us to only leave our rooms when necessary until results came in. My mom stayed in one part of the house that is tucked away from the rest of the rooms. Our dad staying in the living room or just occasionally left the house. It was like this for a day.

The next day I had forgotten that I had a therapy appointment through zoom. Because if my mental health I sometimes forget what day these appointments are or I just straight up not go, that’s definitely on me I’m not gonna pretend that it isnt. My therapist told me if I do this one more time or if I push the date again they might have to take me off because investment as a patient or something. I had set a remind when I had 30 min until my appointment so it was too late to push back.

My sib is always pissed when I ask them to leave for my appointments saying things like “it’s my room too” or “does it even help you? Why do I have to leave my room if you aren’t improving” Appointments last an hour and I usually get emotional afterwards so I need an additional 20-30 mins to get back to normal.

When I asked her to go she refused. She said since our parents might have Covid she didn’t want to go out unless necessary. I told her my appointments are necessary and she shot back since I’m doing something I should leave instead. The problem is we have nowhere private to go to. The living room is too open and right next to our other sibs’ room, the only way to the back porch is through the room our mom was in, since our dad irregularly leaves the house and comes back I didn’t know if he would walk into the middle of my appointment. My sib said I could just wear headphones for privacy but they’ll still hear ME which I don’t want either. I begged her if she could just stay in my sibs room until I was done but she wouldn’t budge. Either I go or I have to figure something out

In the end I just told my therapist I didn’t want to talk out loud and i spent that one writing in chat very very aware my sib was right next to me even if she wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t relax at all.

I was really upset with her the rest of the day but looking back I was asking her to leave with the risk of Covid (which came back negative from our parents btw, later learned it was food poisoning on those guys) so that might completely overshadow everything and plus how I felt doesn’t mean I wasn’t an asshole about it. Also I am not in a bad/strained relationship with my sib. We get along most of the time

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[subdee]

Chainsaw Man

More than a week after exposure, I finally tested positive for COVID (still no symptoms though and feel fine - thank you new booster vaccines). 

Anyway since I’m stuck at home quarantining as per the school’s policy, I went and read Chainsaw Man so I could weigh in on The Makima Debates(TM) and once again.... people complaining about this character are lacking in genre awareness.   They haven’t read enough seinan horror manga! 

If you know anything about seinan manga, you’ll realize this comic is a sex and gorefest.   The worldbuilding, characterization, etc are set up for maximum fanservice and brutality.   Even the tender moments are tender in that "aw, the main character is totally desensitized to gore  but he still cares when the cat dies" kind of way.  Even the sympathetic moments are sympathetic in that “aw, all the main character wants to do is touch boobs but he won’t do it without permission” kind of way! 

As for Makima, yes she’s taking advantage of him the way she also took advantage of Aki... yes she is older and using her sexuality to manipulate everyone around her but particularly the younger characters.. and yes, there is so much kink stuff going on with her character.  Like c'mon in the anime opening animation she's walking Denji on a leash like a dog!!!  It ain’t subtle.   People who think this means the author has the same kink are being reductive, though - there's no way to know if that's the author's preference or if he just thought it'd be fun and sexy to write that dynamic into his story...

...and I mean really write that dynamic exactly into the story, including giving  Denji lines like "I just don't want to think anymore please tell me what to do" that get to the heart of the appeal of BDSM.  Also, writing an extreme traumatic backstory for Denji to explain why he's so into being treated like a dog and told what to do!!!  

Exploring the main character's trauma is not really like a main concern of the manga, though, it's just kind of there to explain why he's Like That.   People who see the trauma and want to project onto it... I mean you do you, but it’s like a cartoon version of trauma you know?   It’s not explored with any kind of subtlety and it’s unlikely it ever will be.  This is like my dad made me eat dogfood as a kid and wear a collar kind of stuff, but possibly even more cartoonish than that.   The main concern of the manga is like I said, maximizing the sex appeal and the violence.   

Anyway if this comic didn't run in Shounen Jump and ran in a Seinan magazine instead - where let’s be real it probably belongs - I doubt we'd see much discourse about it at all.   The main character's whole "cool powers but a loser" thing... his whole "cool because he doesn't give a fuck except he does give a fuck but he's just extremely fucked up" thing... isn't even weird for seinan manga, there's lots of seinan comics with main characters like this.

Anyway Chainsaw Man is cool, the pacing is good, the horror is done well, the ‘love triangle’ is interesting because the two ‘love interests’ have completely different and opposite kinds of appeal, the monsters are scary, the worldbuilding is just coherent enough to be interesting without getting in the way of the storytelling, and I really admire the mangaka’s willingness to (spoiler under readmore) ....

...kill off **every** popular character character LOLOL keeps you on your toes!!!

#chainsaw man

[growtiredofpublicvulnerability]

uhhhhh that covid post!!

ok i do not have the energy to dig into that covid post bc overall the thesis wasnt clicking but that harry potter comparison was weird specifically barnes and noble part... actually all of it LOL like why did you even include that. anyway i do think we can absolutely exist in the space between people claiming 5000 people are dying from covid every week in the USA (not true!) and people claiming that any remaining info coming from tests (minimal!) is accurate when extrapolated to a population of 330million people.

atp we know masks help, we know vaccines help, we know clean air helps. just because someone’s sick doesn’t mean it’s covid but most people will never know because they are not ever testing. and i think if you’re the one with no mask coughing and sneezing all over the place it’s actually fine if i have negative thoughts towards you because why did you think it’s ok to get on public transport and get sneeze everywhere. people don’t even cover their mouths and noses when they cough that’s disgusting and gross and it does bother me a lot and that’s fine. (and it bothers me even more bc like so many times I’ll be out and about and people will see me in a mask and say “oh i should probably be wearing a mask”

ok mini rant over idk I’m tired and i just feel like … you can respond to misinformation without the “And also being angry that the health systems/authorities didn’t do enough is useless” … also i dont think covid is endemic. Yeah just googled it the WHO says its a pandemic but not a worldwide emergency anymore (as of last year) and the CDC is wishy washy on the exact wording (I’ve seen different health orgs in the us say ~we’re shifting out of the pandemic phase to endemic covid~ for like 2 years now). so that’s just like literally not true idk that post had a lot of graphs and did say some true things but overall not a good post imo. but hey it’s not my blog 🤷🏿 they can post whatever they want i guess 🤷🏿

And like … ykw i have to stop thinking about this!

ok going to unclench my jaw and get back to my important work of watching the tv screensaver and falling asleep

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 16

A/N: Ohhh look at this! A morning post! We love to see it, LL.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: COVID talk, Swearing

The toughness of that late January day followed us into the next few weeks. Kevin’s meeting with the Department of Player Safety was less than ideal. He ended up suspended for three games without pay, despite being a first time offender and it clearly being an accident. The league obviously wanted to make an example out of him and set the tone for the rest of the season. Kevin sulked for the first day he was home, but after that, was in better spirits followed by heading on the road to Colorado.

Unfortunately, Kevin’s return to the ice was cut off by a massive COVID outbreak on the team. Kevin never tested positive, but this resulted in the team going into a two week shut down period. Kevin became antsy quickly. Mostly because players could not enter the facility until after at least 7 days and three negative COVID tests. It was agony that caused a dark cloud over Kevin in our apartment. Because of the outbreak, I also had to quarantine, which meant I wasn’t able to help Felicia with the kids. Needless to say, when the Wild resumed at the end of February with a 10 day road trip to the West coast, Kevin and I weren’t exactly devastated to get back to the normal routine.

The team returned three days ago and had back to back wins against the L.A. Kings. After a rocky few weeks, March is shaping up to be better.

It’s Sunday morning with no hockey and nowhere to be, so Kevin and I are taking the opportunity to sleep in. After Alex’s initial quarantine in Canada, him and Felicia decided there was too much of the season left for the rest of the family to not join him in Edmonton. Getting her and the two kids packed and ready for International travel during a pandemic became a full time job the last few days. They arrived safety in Edmonton last night, but I already miss them. It will be at least another 6 weeks before they could potentially return back to Minnesota.

I shift in my half awake state to stretch my legs out. I release a soft yawn and snuggle tighter into my pillow. I still don’t feel comfortable and shift more onto my side. It does nothing. It takes me a few moments to recognize the true discomfort I feel is that of being watched. My eyes flutter open at the sensation. I immediately take note of Kevin starting at me. I rub at the grittiness of my eyes and blink to try and get the sleep out of them. Kevin is still watching me with a set gaze and I grimace.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, my voice comes out groggy and sluggish.

“No specific reason.” He tells me, reaching for my face to cup my left cheek. I turn my face and drop a kiss into the palm of his hand. “But if I had to pick, it’s because waking up next to you this morning was nice.”

“Yeah? You like this.” I gesture to myself. My look includes wild hair, smudged mascara residue and probably less than ideal morning breath. As expected, Kevin looks like a Nordic God, hair tossed perfectly, chest bare, and dazzling white teeth.

“Yeah. I miss this when I’m on the road.” He reaches for my hip and pulls me across the bed to him. “While you were sleeping, I was thinking we should go on a date tonight. Just me and you. We can relax and drink and let go of the last few shit weeks.” His hands slowly rub up and down my back which makes me dissolve into his chest. Sleep tugs at my eyes again so I close them willingly.

“That sounds nice.” I murmur.

“Do you have a place you want to go?”

“No, you pick.” I nuzzle my nose deeper into him and he tightens his arms around me. “More rubbies.” I wiggle my back against his hands that have stilled.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He chuckles but begins his movements again.

Later that night, I’m fastening my diamond studs into my ears when Kevin comes wandering out of our closet. He’s wearing black jeans, black sneakers with white stripes, and a white shirt speckled with blue dots. His hair is perfectly styled and he is buttoning the sleeves of his shirt at his wrist. A cloud of his cologne follows him into the room. He comes to stand next to me and grabs his watch, securing it to his left wrist. I straighten from putting my earrings in and he reaches for me.

“Can I kiss you yet?” He asks once I’m settled against his chest. Earlier, I insisted he had to wait until my red lip stain set when he was following me around the bathroom begging for smooches like a puppy.

“I’m kissable now.” I say, leaning in and setting our lips together. He sighs into our kiss. I feel his fingers dig firmer into the small of my back. My hands wind up his chest to lace lazily around his neck.

“You look beautiful.” He compliments me when our lips pull apart. I’m wearing light wash jeans, light tan boot heels and a speckled gray and white sweater. My make up is light but smokey. My hair is straightened because curls just weren’t in the cards tonight. The deep red lipstick more than makes the outfit though.

“You look nice too.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Almost as good as me.”

“Nah.” He laughs, his hand sliding down from the small of my back to give my butt a light tap. “We gotta get going.”

10 minutes later, Spoon and Stable is bumping when Kevin and I walk in for our 7pm reservation. We are immediately shown to a quiet booth in the corner that provides us with privacy and sets the tone for our lazy date night. We order a bottle of red wine to share and opt to wait for our entrees until we have settled in a bit more.

“This is nice.” I say to Kevin, getting comfortable in my side of the booth and savoring the richness of the wine. I feel the stress of the last few weeks melting off my body.

“It is. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He responds.

“Yeah, that road trip felt longer than it actually was.” I sighed. “I never stop missing you when you’re gone.”

“That’s probably a good thing.” He gives me an easy smile and I feel my heart patter a bit faster. He licks his lips absentmindedly, eyes going back to the menu in front of him. My gaze lingers on his mouth; my mind to wanders to all the places I want those lips later.

“Babe, so.. I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Kevin calls me back to him a bit later. “But, I feel like the last few weeks have been tough and I wanted us to be in a calmer place.” He gives me a small smile, reaching for my hand on top of the table. I give it to him willingly and his thumb traces the veins on top of it. “I would love for you to come with me this off-season to Switzerland and Sweden.”

“Like to visit again?” I ask him, tilting my head.

“No, like to live with me there.” My eyes widen in surprise and I can’t help the grin that pulls across my face. I was hoping we would spend the off-season together this time, but wasn’t sure how it would all work out. After all, COVID has kept us apart the previous few instances and before that, our relationship was too new to consider that.

“Yes.” I tell him excitedly. “I would love that.”

“Great. We can start to plan some things this week while I’m home. We are going to need a new place. The one I’m renting is way too small for two people.” He shakes his head.

“Okay.” I say to him, trusting his judgment.

“I’m excited. Not having to say goodbye will be nice. Let’s be done with that.” He returns my large grin as I nod my head in agreement. “We can travel to a few more places in Europe too.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Denmark.” I say to him.

“We will go.” He nods assuringly to me. “We should try to go to Germany too. I bet Laura would meet us there.” He speaks of his older sister whom I have yet to officially meet along with his parents.

“It will be nice to meet your family in person and visit Switzerland.. see where you’re from.”

“Yeah, my family is dying to spend time with you for real, not FaceTime. I usually go right after the season, but things are still very tight there. My mom is so frustrated with COVID and not being able to enter America. They have not seen me play in person since before I was traded here. It’s disappointing.”

“Yeah, that must be hard…” I trail off, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Is what it is though.” He gives a shrug. “Be warned, when she does meet you, my mom is going to ask you about babies. She is dying to be a grandma.” He shakes his head with an eye roll.

“Babies are cute.” I shrug at him. “I’m okay with not having any right now though. I get my fix with Nick and Al’s kids.”

“You want babies in the future?” Kevin asks me. His question takes me a bit by surprise. This has never really come up before. We have been so busy trying to get through the here and now the last few years that future plans have been on the back burner.

“Well yeah. Hopefully.” I feel my cheeks getting warm, imagining myself pregnant with Kevin’s babies. Him holding my growing stomach and us being bonded for life with a baby.

“You would be cute pregnant.” His eyes are twinkling at me. “But only with my babies.” He throws in confidently, squeezing my hand.

“I’d definitely have your babies.” I say, eyes matching his. “How about three?”

“Deal.” Kevin answers me immediately with a large grin. “You’ll have to marry me first though.”

“Oh I have to, huh?”

“Yeah! You can’t have the milk from this cow for free.” I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh.

“Milk!?” I cringe, getting the joke “Also, good use of that phrase, babe.” I high-five him. With the cultural differences, I like to give him a boost when he uses our sayings correctly.

“Who am I kidding? I’d give you whatever you want for free.” He laughs releasing my hand as the waiter comes to take our order.

Kevin orders the scallops and I order the gnocchi. We each grab a small salad as well. When the waiter has left again, I look back across the table at my boyfriend. I can feel myself shifting again, blissfully falling further in love with him with each look, smile, and loving touch. Maybe it has to do with all the forever talk, or maybe it’s just as simple as the way he looks at me. One thing is for sure, I want forever with this man. I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait, but every minute will be well worth it.

“What are you thinking right now?” Kevin asks me, noting the lost look on my face.

“That this summer might be the best one yet.” I answer, slightly truthful. “What’s the best part about Sweden in the summer?”

“Usually, it’s being at the beach every day.” He says. “This year… it’s going to be you.”

“You’re obsessed with me.” I joke after a sip of my wine.

“Yes. Have you seen yourself?” He tisks with a shake of my head.

“Oh my god, stop.” I blush, wiggling under his gaze. “You’re just trying to get lucky tonight.”

“Always.” He grins widely at me.

“At least you’re honest.”

“Come over here and we can get started on dessert.”

“No.” I wrinkle my nose at him, thinking of our Mucci’s date and his wandering hands. As much as I love his hands, I want connection and conversation right now. We will have plenty of touching later.

“Baby.” He whines with a pouted lip.

“Tell me more about Switzerland.” I change the subject purposefully. “I feel like I know more about Sweden than where you are actually from.”

“What do you want to know?” He asks after a moment of contemplation. “There’s a lot I could tell you.”

“I don’t know… Does your family yodel?” I joke. He laughs and shakes his head.

“No.”

“What type of food do you eat?”

“It’s a lot of bread. And cheese. And butter.” He shrugs. “I would say the most comparable type of food is French. But there is never a meal without bread. That’s the weirdest part about going to other countries. There is only bread at certain restaurants.”

“That’s true. I think here it’s less common because you fill up on bread before you eat your meal, which means you spend less.”

“The portions here are very large though. So if you have that much food for your meal and bread, it’s a lot of waste. In Europe, the plates are smaller. You saw when you were in Sweden.” He gestures to me.

“Fair.” I nod, thinking back on the various restaurants we visited. Somehow that was almost two years ago. “Tell me about your hometown. What can I expect?”

“Well, St. Gallen is a big city-similar to Minneapolis.” He tells me. “But the town we lived in, Zuzwil, is very small. Maybe 5,000 people? It’s close to both Germany and Austria, so there is a combination of languages and people at all times. It’s an old city with a lot of history, many old buildings from early times still exist in the city. But, there are a lot of new buildings too, so it’s a different blend. Sweden and here is more modern I would say, so that’s probably the biggest difference.”

Kevin continues to share stories of home and Swiss customs even through eating our entrees. I’m captivated by his stories and imagine Kevin growing up in such a historic city. In school, he took classes in German and English, but didn’t begin to speak extensive English until he was 16 when he went to Sweden, where he also had to learn their native language.

“English is common in Switzerland, but I didn’t grow up speaking it much. I mostly just learned it in school.” He tells me after a bite. “The country touches both Western and Eastern Europe, but my parents came from the Czech Republic and were only in Switzerland for my dad’s professional hockey career. So, that’s why my other native language is Czech. We didn’t speak English at home. Like if you spoke German or Czech, I wouldn’t speak English at home now, if that makes sense? That was the biggest shift for me coming here. I had to communicate mostly in English, which just didn’t come natural at first. One time, when I was playing in Milwaukee, I started to answer an interview question in German. The guy was so confused.” We both laugh at that. “I think there is video of it somewhere.” He shrugs.

“Now you have a girlfriend who can’t speak any of your other languages.”

“Yeah, we still need to work on that.” He smiles at me.

“Before you came here, did you ever think you would date an American?” I ask him pushing my plate to the side. The gnocchi was amazing, but I know Kevin will want dessert. I can’t finish the rest of the pasta and eat cake.

“Ah…” He let out a laugh and looks away from me. “Honestly, no. American girls are different than what I was used to.”

“Tell me more?” I question him, genuinely curious.

“Okay. But let me find the right words.” He holds his hands up. I can tell he’s worried he might step into dangerous territory. “Um.. I guess, Americans are very confident. A little more outspoken, maybe? Very independent, for sure. European women are more… go with the flow.” I wrinkle my nose at him and he immediately blurts “You’re nothing like what I thought.”

“So you had all those pre-conceived ideas of American women and still pursued me?” I laugh to ease the tension in his features.

“Well, yes. The first time I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Even with your brother standing right there. You were so beautiful from the beginning that I didn’t stand a chance. After that first dinner, I had to know you. Once I knew you, I fell in love with you easily. Now, your confidence and independence are my favorite things about you.”

“I never would have picked an international, professional, hockey player. Turns out, I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.” I muse at him. The flickering candle on the table adds a warmth to the way he looks at me now. My heart skips in my chest and for a moment, it feels just like the first time I saw him.

“Yeah you did.” He winks at me. “No one has fit into my life as well as you. I am a relationship kind of guy, but it always felt like work in the past. It never feels like that with you, babe.”

“Just wait until this summer when you have to translate everything for me.” I joke. “You’ll be like actually, this is too much work!”

“If I was worried about that, you wouldn’t be coming with me. You fit over there. But most importantly, you fit with me. All the other stuff doesn’t matter.” He waves a hand, clearing any underlying insecurities away. I shake my head at him.

“Every time I get worried about us being so different, you’re always so sure.”

“A lot of things in my life have been unsure, Sam. You’ve never been one of them.”

After dessert, Kevin and I bundle up for the cool walk back to our apartment. I lace my arm through his and lean my head on his shoulder as we begin the 6 block walk to our place. It’s cold but not unbearable at this point in the winter. However, I’m not really dressed for an extended period of time outside and soon, my teeth are chattering in my mouth. We come to a stop at a crosswalk and wait for the walk sign.

“Come here.” Kevin pulls me into his chest, wrapping his jacket around me. I set my cool cheek against his warm shirt and melt into his body.

“My favorite place.” I murmur to him. I feel his lips against my head and we stay like that until it’s our turn to walk. Kevin releases me and picks up the pace to get us home faster.

Right before we get to our building, Kevin gets stopped by a Wild fan in one of his jerseys.

“Holy crap!” The guy looks incredulously at Kevin and I coming towards him down the sidewalk. “Kevin! Can you please sign my jersey?” I grin at the guys obvious excitement and encourage Kevin to engage with him. Since COVID, he has been hesitant to speak with fans when we are together and he regularly looks at me for cues on if it’s okay or not.

“For sure. Do you have a marker?” Kevin asks him. The guy’s face drops in disappointment and his eyes widen in distress.

“It’s okay. I have one.” I assure him, digging in my purse to pull out the sharpie Serena had put in my purse when we were at Sawyer’s hockey practice this winter. How she got one was beyond me, but I had to grab it from her before she left a permanent mark on that arena.

“Pretty and resourceful.” Kevin laughs to me as the guy turns, giving Kevin the numbers of his jersey. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“She is smoking hot.” The guy blurts out making me laugh delightfully.

“Ha! Thanks.” I give the guy a smile.

“Thank you so much! This is the best day of my life!” The guy shouts, shaking Kevin’s hand.

“Have a good night.” Kevin acknowledges him and then reaches for my hand. I wave goodbye and we continue towards the warmth of our building.

“That never gets old.” I say to him. “Watching people get so excited to see you.” I skate my hand across his chest as he holds the door open to our building.

“You only liked that guy cause he said you were hot.” Kevin chuckles.

“True.” I acknowledge as we cross the lobby to the bank of elevators.

“He’s right though. You look fucking hot tonight.” He reaches for my hips and pulls me into his body as we ride up to the 15th floor.

“You like showing off your pretty girlfriend?” I bite my lip in anticipation of his lips.

“I like showing off my smart, sexy, funny, kind girlfriend.” He places his lips against mine. “You’re more than just pretty.” His hand is holding my face and his thumb brushes assuringly across my cheek. “And I’m crazy about you.” He finishes with a whisper.

“Ugh, you still make me dizzy. With your sweet words and hot body.” I giggle at him. “Sometimes I get sad when I think about how much I’d be missing if we had never met. I never want to be without you again.”

“You won’t be. You’re stuck with me.” He pushes open the door to our apartment and leads me in with him.

“You shopping for rings?” I tease, thinking about our conversation from earlier in the evening.

“I thought that was obvious. I wouldn’t be talking about marriage and babies with you if I wasn’t.” I pause from taking my jacket off. My eyes search his face and I can see he is serious.

Holy F.

“Good to know.” I finally say with a sly smile.

“That make you dizzy, baby?” He jokes, grabbing my jacket from my hands and tossing it on the couch.

“It makes me feel a lot of things.” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. “I love you, Kev. When you ask, I’ll say yes. A million times, over and over and over again until you’re sick of the word.” I assure him, placing a kiss on his lips every few words. Kevin’s hands come to my face and he deepens the final kiss, stealing the remainder of my breath from my chest. When our lips disconnect, I keep my eyes closed as our foreheads stay connected.

“Let’s go to bed.” He finally whispers to me. His voice is coated with emotion. I open my eyes, seeing the uncontrollable love and desire shining back at me. “You’re all I want tonight, American girl.” He murmurs, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway.

In this moment, within the glow of sweetness and the future, I’d follow Kevin anywhere.

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

[the1975attheirverybest]

I sent the Anon about being sad about not having a boyfriend. I didn't put my tag on it because I was a little ashamed but I wanna own it now. Thank you for your kind words, it made me feel a lot better. It also gave me an idea for a blurb. Maybe Matty is with a really touch starved reader, and he just thinks it's adorable how much she loves physical touch. Sorry if this is weird and a strange coping mechanism but the idea just popped into my head.

(also I got my blood test results back and I have anemia. Which explains my extreme fatigue I've been having for like a year. Sorry if tmi)

-🦝

Oh my gosh, heeyyyyy. Baby, do NOT worry about it at all. I completely get how you feel. You have time to figure this stuff out. You’ll be okay. Everyone deals differently, but whenever I find myself thinking too much about it, I try to “be of service to others.” Cuz I’m the sort of person who, if I’m occupied with something, I’m not really thinking about myself and how miserable my life is. Before Covid, I was teaching in a women’s prison program. I haven’t done it since, though. But, like, sometimes finding ways to connect with people makes it less isolating to be alone.

Also, not weird at all! Bro, I write fanfiction, lmao. No judgment from ME here.

DID THEY GIVE YOU ANYTHING FOR THE ANEMIA?!! Like to get your levels up to normal so you can start feeling better? :(

Like, maybe it’s the little things that get her. I mean, sure the sex is great and all, but what she really craves most is those small touches when watching tv on the couch together and he just mindlessly puts his arm around her and pulls her close. Or when he comes back from tour and he’s extra clingy cuz it’s been a while and he won’t let her go. Cuddling even in his sleep. She loves the way his hand snakes under her pjs to touch her skin. He just spreads his fingers on her stomach. Or when they’re out and about somewhere and he has a protective hand on her hip. He squeezes just a tiny bit when things get tens or crowded or something. He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it. But she does and she LOVES it.

When she’s sleepy and he tries to coddle her. He just pulls her into him and she sits on his leg, lays her head on his chest as he plays with her hair. When they’re just hanging out and chatting, she’ll reach over and hold his hand, mess with his fingers. If he’s wearing any rings or bracelet or something, she’ll twirl it around. She loves when he grabs her while kissing. She loves to hold his hand in public. She loves when their legs touch or get tangled up in each other at night or after sex. She loves to lay on his chest and listen to his heart beating. She loves everythingggg about him.

#🦝 anon

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

OH RIGHT the other thing about my trip though is that a family member tested positive for covid a few days ago and was for sure contagious the day after I saw him last, which means I might have been exposed, and worse a lot of much older and more medically fragile people like my grandparents were definitely exposed. and although I think a lot of the people there (including the one who tested positive) were vaccinated), nobody was wearing a mask while at the lake cabins...including me, because nobody else was so I sort of didn’t see the point, although I did still wear one into places like Walmart, and of course airports and airplanes...but not smaller places like gas stations (and not hotels, because...I just wasn’t going to sleep in a mask), after the first couple times, because it felt super weird doing it when literally no one else was, including my dad? which I guess just shows that I’m an idiot who talks a big game but does cave to perceived peer pressure when I don’t have anyone else backing me up, even though probably it would have been less important to wear one in a big place with a lot of airflow like Walmart than, say, at a meal with several family members of uncertain vaccine status!

anyway I bring this up because I’ve been feeling increasingly achy this evening and I’m going to be so fucking pissed if it actually is covid again

but also, my grandma never did get vaccinated after she was in the hospital for covid last year, so that’s something else to worry about.

(there are a lot of trip-related things I keep meaning to post about and not getting around to, just like there are a ton of things I keep meaning to do in general and not getting around to. seeing my aging grandparents brought up a whole bunch of feelings, and traveling with my dad brought up some other ones, and honestly I don’t know if vomiting it all out into a Tumblr entry would help or hurt.)

#plagueblogging

[ratralsis]

Welp, that was miserable

My blog was terminated for a little over two weeks because I tripped some kind of spam auto-detection filter.

It was probably my AC blog, @megatownac, not this one, because I hadn’t posted on this one in over three weeks, and my most recent post was just a stupid joke about how I think it would be funny to see Mario as a cannibal.

A lot’s happened, though. I went to Las Vegas for AWS re:Invent 2022, a big expo for, well, AWS. That’s Amazon Web Services, because that scrappy little online bookstore now also owns and operates the world’s largest cloud service provider, which even the federal government uses. If ever there was a company that was too big to fail, I’d say that one qualifies.

It was alright. I’m glad I went. I got to check Vegas off of my bucket list, and it was on there, don’t think it wasn’t. I’ve gone there now, though, and I don’t feel like going again. It was huge and loud and bright and overwhelming, just like you’d imagine. For a mildly autistic dude like me, it was simply too much. I did zero drinking or gambling while I was in Vegas, but I did see David Copperfield perform live. That was fun.

I also got COVID during the trip and spent about a week recovering from both it and some other kind of disease, probably RSV. I say that I had two diseases at once because my dad, who picked me up from the airport, did not test positive for COVID but also went through a set of very similar symptoms as I did. Could be wrong. Could have just been COVID and he didn’t do the test correctly. Who knows.

My cat, Max, had surgery on December 15th that required sutures, and he managed to rip a couple of them out that night despite my putting a shirt on him specifically to stop him from doing that, which meant he had a hole in his side with exposed muscle underneath it that kept bleeding into the shirt. That was the case for about 14 hours or so, which is when I was able to get him to the vet again to replace the sutures with stitches which have held for the last three days. He also now wears a massive, pillow-like collar in addition to the shirt. He hates it. I feel sad for him. This will be the case until the 29th.

I’m still working on my book. I don’t have anything new to say about it.

That’s all the news. I’ve had this blog for over ten years, and it was deeply jarring and upsetting to have it taken away from me so quickly and suddenly like that. There was no warning or anything. It was just gone one day.

I’m afraid it may happen again. If it does, just remember that I’m Ratralsis everywhere I’ve thought of registering the name Ratralsis. Twitter, Hive, Mastodon, Twitch, Instagram, and who knows how many other places. I’m easy to find if you look for me.

Not that I expect anybody to look for me.

#text post #ratralsis writing

[ditloe]

6/365

January 6, 2023

I think today was the latest I’ve woken up since the new year. I woke up at 11:30am and I think I woke up from all the footsteps outside of my room. My mom was doing laundry or something because I heard her get the laundry baskets from the closet. 

I had a missed call from my brother and found out that baby Caeleb tested positive for RSV :( I’m so sad and feel terrible... I really hope I wasn’t the cause of that. My brother said that maybe Adi gave it to him, but also not sure. I appreciate my brother for not blaming anyone and just dealing with the problem at hand. 

I decided to do my 10k steps early in the day! I didn’t want to be put in that situation again where it’s too late to finish the 10k completely. Speaking of, my Apple watch is fixed now and it’s sensing me walking. Last night I did 5k steps only (past midnight) and was glad I did some walking. Today I hit the full 10k all before 3pm. I was glad to get it done early so I wouldn’t be stressed about it later. 

Haven’t really been talking to my parents much honestly. I just get food from the kitchen and then clean up after myself. I mean, I am supposed to stay in isolation for 5 days, so I can’t really mingle with them freely. I also hate wearing n95 masks. It makes it really hard to breathe. I actually told my mom I wouldn’t be joining them to her birthday trip in Vegas. I told her it was because of money issues and it’s true. If she is bringing up money and basically on my butt about paying her back, then I really can’t go with her. I wonder if she expected me to pay for my flight and hotel room. It’s fine though. I hope they enjoy themselves. I am going to try and pick up some shifts if needed since I’m available. 

Chris and I are currently on Discord just chilling. I brought up (very briefly) where my sick basket was. When he got sick, I made him one and got him all the goodies he would need and some other little things. It’d be nice to get one since I don’t get small gifts often. It definitely sucks that Chris does not do these little things for me. I appreciate him doing big things like helping with the car or handy work, but it isn’t the same. I want to be surprised with flowers or gifted things just because. He doesn’t see that, and I’ve brought it up to him multiple times and he never changes. Romance feels dead and sometimes it just seems that we’re friends. I feel like when he gets money from his projects, he uses it towards his lasers and stuff. I understand that is important, but he doesn’t really think to do something nice for me out of the blue. If we were a long-distance couple, it would not work out because he doesn’t do anything to keep the spark alive while we’re apart. Chris and I have been together for so long and I hate how things are being too comfortable. 

Wow, I feel sad now after ranting about my love life. COVID sucks and it has definitely kept me from going out, but it has also showed me that it’s okay to be independent and I should be finding ways to make myself happier instead of searching it from others. 

Honestly, I just need to make more money and worry about myself. I need to do what I want and live life. My financial instability is definitely hindering me from doing things I want to do. I will definitely ask my manager about switching over to part time if I do get a chance to see her on a weekday. Otherwise, maybe I can email her to set up a video appointment. 

Steps: 15,350 (minus 5,199 steps because those steps were supposed to be from yesterday)

[nonbinaryhatboxghost]

2:33pm. Been a minute. I am still overall doing okay. The Maine trip I mentioned back in September did successfully happen. All of the stuff that was in Maine was great. I got to experience so much New England autumn. Quality time with my dad went well. My Stephen King nerddom was very much indulged. Maybe I’ll post pictures at some point.

The RI part of the visit was not so successful. Seeing my grandparents was great, but being back in the RI house that I lived in for so long was a terrible experience. I don’t think I can ever stay in that house again. Without Jack (my late family cat, he passed away this year at age 19), there’s nothing really there to hide the sad cycle that’s happening in that house.

Work bullshit continues. That is admittedly my norm now.

Personal life stuff is generally going well. My anxiety does continue trying to find ways to ruin it, but I’m doing my best to not let that happen.

I recently did a week and a half of cat-sitting/apartment-sitting for a couple friends. The cat-sitting part went great, she was a sweetheart to me. That definitely helped with the isolation part of the gig. I really didn’t think hard enough about what staying in an apartment without a car and far from my social circle would do to my brain.

I’ve accepted that December holidays no longer make me happy due to many memories of forced interactions and pressure to Do Something & Be Happy. I instead did a couple of low-key things this year that were what I wanted.

I’m feeling a bit off today because I’m doing some mild self-isolation. A friend of mine recently tested positive for COVID and while I have tested negative, and it’s been 5 days since I last saw said friend, I felt like I should be safe and stay in. It’s also cold and I’ve been so mentally exhausted from work that I’ve been using this extended weekend mostly to catch up on sleep and recharge.

But while I have done things like go to a movie theater or sometimes out to eat over the last couple months, I feel like I’m reverting a little bit to lockdown mode. Maybe it’s the rising case numbers, maybe it’s hearing about all the airline shenanigans. Maybe it’s my whole hiding-from-everything instinct that happens when I’m low or upset.

A little while ago, I became very fixated on The Weeknd. There was a live performance of his that I found from 2020. Specifically the November 2020 American Music Awards. LA was still in lockdown. He walks up and down an empty bridge street that is lined with fireworks. At the end, the camera pulls back and up and up as the city is shown behind the bridge, and The Weeknd gets smaller and smaller. Fireworks burst outside of the bridge. I have revisited this performance more times than I can count not just because of the music, but because it captures the specific time and place and feeling of lockdown for me in 2020. The Weeknd sings over and over again “save your tears for another day” as the city behind him is quiet and empty, even though there are still people there trapped inside their homes.

I keep rewatching it. I think it may be because I still feel trapped. Again, I’ve been outside, I’ve interacted with folks. But I still wear a mask at work every day and have just accepted that I’m one of the only people in the office that does that. If I’m invited to a gathering of more than half a dozen people, it is more likely that I won’t go. I left the choir I was a part of because I didn’t feel safe singing inside with a large group of folks without masks. I made the mistake of going to the zoo with a couple friends on the 26th and was completely unprepared for the LARGE number of people and families there, most of whom were unmasked. I was masked the whole time but I still felt unsafe.

Wearing a mask isn’t a problem for me. I just know that I can’t keep cutting myself off and distracting myself with fixations long-term. I need a social or creative outlet again, but I don’t feel safe enough to look for one.

On a petty note, Avatar: The Way of Water is a bad movie. I recommend not giving it money. It has enough.

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[guiltcomplexx]

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[cooloddball]

You've got awsome pics but do you also have favorite cockles comments/stories about each other that you want to share

That time Jensen told the story about Misha's reaction to Scoobynatural.

That time Jensen told the story about how he and Misha went to dinner and Misha ordered them the three least ordered things.

That time Jensen told the story of how and why they took the sunset photos #sunsetgate.

That time Jensen said if he were a cartoon he would be pepe le pew so he could spray Misha.

That time Jensen told the story about how he went to dinner with Misha and Dee in Chicago and the two [Misheel] ate extremely hot peppers and he just sat there looking at them as tears streamed down their faces and they tried to reach for water.

"I'm proud of you and I'm proud to call you my friend." Jensen commenting about the work Misha does with Random Acts.

"She may be my rock but I have some amazing pebbles in my life."

"Jensen's the horse"

They may have named you king but you will always be my princess"

"I love you Misha. Honestly, it's from the bottom of my heart that I say that."

Misha telling the story about how Jensen's face got scraped really badly after wrestling.

Jensen telling that story about how he and Misha were in his trailer running lines and they were wearing compression pants and how Misha was moaning as they ran lines.

Okay babe.

You guys are adorable.

Jensen is like my friend and protector.

"It feels like there's an angel watching over me. And I know that I'm okay."

Is that how they do the angel covid test?

come to Austin...we've got bats.

I always have so much fun with you.

Jensen in an apron? sign me up. Love you Ackles clan.

Jensen complimenting Misha about his ability to draft amazing texts and posts at jib 5.

Misha complimenting Jensen about his affinity for various accents.

Jensen telling the story of his first impression of Misha.

Jensen talking about Misha and the filming of 15x18.

Misha talking about the clothes sharing.

Misha telling the fart story and jensen helping him along when he forgot what happened next.

"I remember at some point misha had to strip down and get in the water because we were attached."

Jensen telling the story about he couldn't wait to tell Misha about the weiner dog story.

Jensen saying Misha is so cute he's like one of those little teddy bears you want to put in your pocket and take them home with you.

That time Misha was waiting for Jensen during jib4 and when Jensen came out he spanked Misha's ass so hard.

"But babe, you know what."

"Hey sweetbeart not cool."

"Aww, we love you Misha. Jensen Aces."

Keep your subtext to yourself sir.

Strong you are grasshopper.

She probably learned it from watching you eat soup.

No you are the man. I ❤ you, bro.

"You know what I haven't told you today? That i love you."

Basically everything Jensen said about 15x18 in regard to misha.

Jensen asking misha to give him a little accent show during honcon, 2017.

The comment jensen left under Alaina Huffman's Tweet about random Acts.

March 1st baby

Jensen calling Misha one of his best friends.

Strong you are grasshopper in regard to Misha reciting a Mary Oliver poem.

When Jensen pulled up a chair and poured Misha a drink after he [Jensen] pissed him [Misha] off at jib8.

When they went on a date and were spotted near Vancouver art museum.

When they went to Vatican for a private mass that Danneel had organized.

When Jensen apologized for giving Misha a hard time while filming.

When jensen got angry at Jared for pieing Misha too hard.

When Jensen was upset that misha left and his phone was low on charge so he borrowed a charger from fans so he could call Misha and got more upset when Misha didn't pick up because he was driving.

When Jensen stopped shooting of s7 because Misha was sick.

When Misha said that Jensen fixes stuff around the house when he goes over to misha's and that he [Jensen] makes a mean crêpe.

When West fell into Jensen's pool and both Misha and Jensen jumped in to save him.

"I like it when people include Misha"

Jensen calling Misha one of his best friends.

The fact that anyone who visited the set said that jensen and Misha were super close.

The fact that they lived together in Vancouver.

Misha drinking a lot of energy drinks the same time that Jensen was always going away to take "naps" during a con.

Jensen telling Misha he'd know what his farts sounded like.

Misha being the one who can get Jensen to do anything.

When they intertwined their pinkies during that facebook live.

#asks #anon #cockles #cockles comments about each other #i realize that most of these are about jensen talking about misha #but in my defence they are from the top of my head #jensen ackles #misha collins