We love it when our favorite characters in a drama got crazy chemistry that involves endless bickering, awkward moments, a little bit of hatred but brotherly affection inside. When those things happen between good lookin dudes, it’s called bromance and that makes a drama more interesting to watch. So, let’s check out some of the beautiful bromance in dramaland!
School 2013 - Go Nam Soon & Park Heung Soo
The rollercoaster bromance, between ramen lover Go Nam Soonand Park Heung Soo. They were once best friends, turned enemies when Nam Soon broke Heung Soo’s leg by accident and crush his dream as a soccer player. But thanks to Teacher Jang Na Ra, they reconcile and are finally best friends again.
Boys Over Flower - The F4
The exclusive bromance. The legendary F4. They are childhood best friends who share the same sophisticated wealthy lifestyle. Everyone has their struggle and sadness, but in the end they prove their friendship. Besides, they still support their buddy, Gu Jun Pyo, who curls his hair and wears that fur to school. That’s love.
The Heirs - Kim Tan & Choi Young Do
The hormonal bromance. They were childhood best friends, they fought due to hormones and family issues during puberty. Later they survived puberty, fell in love with the same ordinary poor girl. Though their old conflict was resurfacing again, they could find peace and reconciliation in the end. Bless them. Love is their moment.
Jealousy Incarnate - Lee Hwa Shin & Ko Jung Won
The full of jealousy bromance, between a famous anchorman and his super rich buddy. They get jealous of each other because they fell in love with the same lady. Even though all the love triangle troubles are caused by Hwa Shin, later Ko Jung Won became a bigger person who chose friendship over love. Their drunk moment is the sweetest btw.
Fantastic - Ryu Hae Sung & Doctor Hong Joon Gi
The in sickness and health bromance. A sad yet beautiful bromance between Hallyu star Ryu Hae Sung and a cancer patient/doctor Hong Joon Gi. They were love rivals who turn into best friends. Though their friendship was short due to sickness, the bond is strong. They bicker over stupid things, shop together, have deep talks, and eat ramen secretly during hospital stay.
Oh My Venus - Coachnim and his boys
The healthy bromance. Coach Kim Young Ho took in two little brother-buddies, MMA athlete Joon Sung and little manager Ji Woong. They stay together, overcome troubles together, train together, get healthy together and do the cute dance together.
Cheer Up! - Kim Yeol & Ha Joon
The surviving bromance. Ha Joon is a tortured soul who experienced a suicidal attempt, while Kim Yeol is so afraid that Ha Joon might disappear someday. Ha Joon knows about Kim Yeol’s fear so he’s trying his hardest to survive for his best friend. And as always, they happened to fall in love with the same girl.
Descendants of The Sun - Captain Yoo Shi Jin & Sergeant Seo Dae Young
The military bromance. They always got each other’s back in the battlefield. They bicker sometimes as they are best friends, but Sergeant Seo always respects his big boss who has higher rank than him. In the end, nothing makes a bromance stronger than flying bullets and fanboying a girl group together.
Bad Guys - Detective Oh and prisoner boys.
The badass bromance, between a detective, a gangster, a contract killer and a genius psychopath. Though in the beginning they didn’t trust each other well but their special bond becomes stronger through every case. Together they fight crimes and support each other with their special skills.
Another Oh Hae Young - Park Do Kyung & Jin Sang
The natural bromance, between two long time buddies who turn into brothers in law. Jin Sang might have given Do Kyung wrong advice at times but he always be there when Do Kyung is down and Do Kyung always saves Jin Sang from his troubles which makes their friendship so natural and beautiful.
A Gentleman’s Dignity - Kim Do Jin and boys.
The ahjussi bromance. 40s are the new 20s for Kim Do Jin, Im Tae San, Lee Jung Rok and Choi Yoon. They are successful mature men with boys at heart when they hang out together. Through ups and downs they manage to protect their friendship, survive their love life and maintain their dignity.
The Three Musketeers - Crown prince and his warriors
The historical bromance, back in Joseon era when a crown prince wants to fight crimes in his country secretly. He gathered a group of warriors who loyally follow him to set justice and peace in the country.
Hwarang - Dog Bird & Mak Moon
The till death do us apart bromance. Mak Moon and Dog Bird/Moo Myung grew up together as orphans, Moo Myung is a fearless fighter and adventurer while Mak Moon is cowardy and weak. They always stay together and protect each other. Even though their friendship ends up in sadness but it’s really amazing to see them sacrificing themselves for each other till the end.
Goblin: The Lonely & Great God - Goblin & Grim Reaper
The immortal bromance. Goblin accidentally saved a missing soul who was supposed to be taken by the Grim Reaper. One is hot, one is cold. They share a mysterious conflicted fate yet fate brought them to live together as housemates. Since they have been living for hundred years, they are both anti-social but they find each other’s company quite comfortable.
Do you read Trek fanfiction? If so do you have any Spock/Kirk recs?
Do I read fanfiction? Oh sweet summer anon, yes. Yes I do. Far too much. I’ve been going through as many Spirk fics as I can for a few weeks now so I def have some recs lined up for you…
I’ll go ahead and say this now before someone asks me; yes, I prefer TOS as a whole over AOS in terms of actual media (AOS has quiet a few issues) BUT as far as fanworks go? (Fan art, fics, edits, ect.) I have no preference at all. A big part of why I love Star Trek so much is how multifaceted it really is? There are canon multiverses and that’s so amazing for fans to play with, and I genuinely enjoy all the different takes that people come up with. Plus I love my Jims equally. There will be no HazelvsBlue discourse found here, folks.
Anyway here are my two favorite fics that I’ve come across so far:
AOS: The Sum of Both of Us - Jim Kirk is nine when a massacre on Tarsus IV leaves him without a family and without a home. Spock is twelve when a strange boy in the desert saves his sehlat. Families aren’t born; they’re made.
TOS: Sha Ka Ree - The year is 2258. Jim Kirk is a Lieutenant on the U.S.S. Farragut, Spock the science officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise. When the ships come together for a priority landing party, these two strangers find themselves fighting against the odds for a chance at life in an alien world, and the only way they’ll make it through is by relying on each other.
Okay now I’m putting the remaining recs under the cut before this gets way too long.
Special thanks to @joannclelia for her help. And to anon for the ending advice.
“What have ye for lunch then?”
She turned the phone around to show him her tray. Pasta, of course. An orange. Spinach salad. Good. Bottle of water. Then, just on the edge of her tray…
“Claire. What was that?”
She flipped the phone back to her face. “What was what, darling? You can see I have a very healthy lunch, and I’m sitting down, relaxing while I eat. With Louise,” she turned the phone towards her companion, a pretty nurse with long brown hair.
“Right there! Is that a brownie?” He could hear her giggle, and say shhhh.
Her face was barely straight as she looked him. “No. That’s Louise’s, not mine.”
“Non, ce n’est pas le mien!” Jamie heard the indignant voice out of view.
“Sassenach, I ken ye like the French pastries, but come on. Ye had a pain au chocolat at breakfast, now this. Last night, some cake. How about ye not give birth to a diabetic, eh?”
Claire smiled, and blew him a kiss. “No pudding at dinner tonight. Promise.”
Jamie nodded, pursed his lips, and blew a kiss back. “Enjoy yer lunch. I’ll speak wi’ ye later. Take it easy, okay?”
“I will.” Claire said, as she waved at her screen.
“I love you, mo neighean donn. Give the bairn a kiss from his Da.”
“You mean her.” Claire kissed her fingers and pressed them on her bump. “Love you, too, Jamie,” she said, and disconnected.
When it was time to go back, Claire gathered up her tray, and stood.
She looked at her chair in confusion. There was a large mark on her seat. What had she spilled?
It wasn’t until she heard Louise’s gasp that she realized something was wrong.
She felt the sticky wetness on her scrubs, but couldn’t really see past her belly.
A moment later she felt the rush of something between her legs. She could smell the blood.
Her tray dropped to the floor, bouncing off the end of the table on its way down, shattering everything.
Far away someone was screaming.
It was her.
“I just talked to her. I just talked to her at lunch. She was fine. I just saw her.” Jamie kept repeating the same thing. He sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, tears in his eyes, bewildered, confused.
Jenny catapulted into action. She snapped a finger at her assistant, pointing. The woman already had the phone receiver in her hand. “I need Ian, here, right now. For Jamie. Alec needs to bring the car around right away. And get a private plane ready to leave for Paris immediately. Charge the company.”
“You,” she pointed at Willie, “come with me.” Willie, who had shown up with Jamie, was pale and panicked. He stepped into line with her as she strode down the hall. “We need Jamie’s passport, and -”
“Oh! I have it. All of Jamie’s travel documents are in his office.” Willie was glad he had that, at least.
“Good. Now, gather all that up and, listen carefully, ye need to get his art supplies.” Jenny stopped, and put a hand on Willie’s arm. “He draws when he’s stressed. He’ll need the distraction. Get it all together and give it to Ian.” She pushed him forward, “Now go!”
Willie streaked off to do her bidding.
Jenny had Alec drive at break neck speed to Jamie and Claire’s flat. She threw what she could into a bag, jeans, tee shirts, a few socks, trainers, jacket. She threw some things in for Claire as well. Soft sleep pants and a softer sweater. Toiletries. Where the hell was his underwear!?! She opened a top drawer and rummaged around.
The small gold object caught her eye. She hadn’t seen it in years. Instinctively, she grabbed it, and slamming the drawer shut, turned to go. She was in and out of the flat in 15 minutes.
Ian and Jamie were waiting inside the small terminal when she got there. Her brother was turning his phone over and over in his large hands. She put the bag next to his feet in silence.
When the flight was ready, Jenny walked Jamie to the steps. Ian handed the steward the bag.
“Shhhh, brother.” She grabbed Jamie around his shoulders and hugged him tight. His arms gripped her as he buried his face in her neck. God, he was burrowing in like Wee Jamie after he’s fallen off his bike. She had no words for him. She would not lie and tell him it would be all right. Lord only knew what was happening in France. “Give Claire a hug for me, and tell her I love her.” Jamie nodded against her neck. She turned quickly and gave him a kiss on his temple.
Grabbing his hand, she pressed the small oval piece into his palm. “I found this. Take it. Let it give ye strength.”
Jamie looked at it, eyes wide.
“Go on,” Jenny said. “Call me as soon as you know something.”
Jamie let go, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded, looking at the tarmac the whole time.
He turned towards the plane, but found himself in a hard embrace. Ian gripped his brother-in-law, and friend tightly. No words were exchanged. Whatever one needed, the other would give. They had been through too much together, their bond understood. Ian was the one person who knew exactly what Jamie was thinking and feeling.
How life could change in the blink of an eye.
How you could be whole, and happy, feeling right with the world, and then have your heart and mind shattered like the cracks in a windshield after a crash, spreading out in front of you until you can’t see anything of the world at all. Just fragments. Fractures. Shattered pieces. Or worse yet, missing.
Jamie sat alone on the plane looking out of the window as Scotland disappeared below him. He still had the token from Jenny in his hand. He closed his fist around it, hard, and looked out at the clouds surrounding him. He raised his eyes higher, heavenward. Lord that she may be safe. She and the child.
It was all over when he arrived.
He was ushered to a waiting room, and made to sit by himself. Finally, a small toad-like man entered, and introduced himself as Dr. Raymond. His first thought was, Claire said ye looked like a frog. She wasna wrong. Jamie’s mouth lifted in half a smile as he stood to extend his hand to the doctor.
Raymond explained that Claire was currently receiving some units of blood to replace what she’d lost. Once assured Claire would be fine, Jamie had asked about his child.
The wee man barely came up to the centre of Jamie’s chest, yet his words had the power to knock him backwards, stumbling into a chair.
His child was mort-nè.
Jamie felt fragile, paper thin, like velum, that if he moved too fast or spoke to loudly he would tear in half.
“Your wife suffered a placental abruption. This is when the placental lining separates from the uterus. Sometimes the mother does not feel anything, and sometimes she feels, maybe, some pain in the back. Unfortunately, the infant was not receiving enough oxygen in utero, so….” The doctor paused, then said in his heavy French accent, “I am sorry for your loss, Monsieur.”
Jamie nodded, and swallowed. His emotions were so raw, he found himself unable to speak. His thoughts were a tangle, like a net cast out to sea and caught on a rocky shore. Fear wrapped itself around his gut, making him wonder if this was, somehow, his fault.
“Can I ask ye a question?” Jamie said.
Dr. Raymond blinked slowly, and nodded once.
“Is this my fault? Should I – “ Jamie stopped. It was difficult to talk of personal things, private things.
He thought back to the night before she left, how he drove into his wife, hard and fast, angry that she was leaving, desperate to have her knowing he would miss her, with fear in his veins over their impending separation. More like making a point, than making love. He would rather die than to have been the one to cause the tear.
He gathered his courage, began again. “The last time, when I had, well, sex with my wife…should I have been gentler? Maybe….maybe been more considerate of her…of her….condition?”
The physician simply shook his head, and said quite bluntly, “No, Monsieur. That is not the cause. You are a fine husband. It is not possible.”
Absolved of his sin, Jamie sat back in the chair and exhaled.
But that didn’t absolve Claire. Jamie took a deep breath, then said what was on his mind next, a thought that was eating at him like a corrosive.
“I never wanted her to come, ye see. She…Claire…she doesna do things in half measure, ye ken. I worried she’d overdo. So.” He looked Dr. Raymond straight in the eye, and asked, “Did she? Did she do too much? On her feet all hours? Not stopping, or getting proper rest?”
Jamie rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them. He felt ice cold to the marrow of his bones. “Tell me she rested. Tell me she took care, that this wasna her fault, either,” he whispered, ashamed, “because I don’t…I don’t want to hate my wife.”
Dr. Raymond looked at this red man. The aura around him. He would fight to the death for the things he loved. Raymond understood he was fighting now. Fighting for the love that was being consumed by his fear.
“Monsieur Fraser, I can tell you that many times the cause is unknown. Sometimes the placenta does not attach in a place that provides adequate support, and it may not develop appropriately, or it may separate as it grows.” The little man leaned forward in an effort to reassure Jamie, “I can tell you that Dr. Fraser was not reckless or foolish. Anyone could see that the child in her womb came first.”
The door opened then, and the young nurse he’d seen from Claire’s video called for the doctor. He couldn’t follow all of her rapid French, but when Dr. Raymond jumped up, Jamie instinctively followed.
He stepped inside the room. Claire’s room. A Dhia, she looked so pale. She was as stark a white as the hospital linens, the dark of her hair like an ink blot on the pillow. Her arm thin, slack, even though the deep red liquid flowing through the tube in her arm was promising life.
He understood a few words. Fever. Infection.
Jamie watched in shock as the little man laid his hands on Claire. Her shoulders, her arms. Murmuring in French the entire time. He sent the nurse for another drip, and she scurried out of the room hardly sparing Jamie a glance. He flinched as the doctor ran his hands over Claire’s breasts, and down her torso, lightly but touching her all the same. The healer then placed his hands over his wife’s womb, and Claire writhed in pain.
More blood. Jesus, God, how could there be so much blood.
And then, his name.
Ripped from Claire. In pain. In desperation. Like a magnet, it drew him. It was strange, how his name dragged from her remaining strength reverberated in his soul. He took a step towards her before he’d realized he’d moved, and found himself stopped with a vise grip on his arm. He turned to find a large woman, Hildegard according to the name tag, telling him, “Vous devez partir, Monsieur.”
When she woke up she was a bit disoriented. Memory surfaced. Grief washed over her like a tidal wave. For a moment she could not breathe.
Turning her head she saw her 6’4” husband folded into a tiny chair beside her bed. She had no memory of his arrival.
He was sketching. He looked tired, wan, pale. His eyes darting over his drawing as his big hand moved in strong sure strokes.
“Do you hate me for it, Jamie?” she whispered, wanting to know. Her biggest fear, that Jamie would blame her. What was more pain? Better to roll it all into one great big ball of grief, and deal with it.
He jumped. “Didna realize ye were awake, Sassenach.” Jamie set down his computer.
Claire relaxed at the use of her nickname.
“Jamie, I’m so sorry. So very, very sorry. I put myself before our family. This is all my fault.”
“Shhh, mo neighean donn. Yer a doctor, ye ken well it’s no’ yer fault.” Jamie moved his chair closer to her bed, and took one small, weak, long-fingered hand in his two large ones. Tears slipped from her eyes at his gentleness.
Jamie didn’t have any words. There was nothing to say. He couldn’t fix what happened. He couldn’t change the loss. He could just share it.
They sat like that for some time. Glancing at each other. Letting their hands speak for them, thumbs stroking, fingers squeezing, softly rubbing. Jamie’s thumb touched her ring from time to time.
Finally, Claire spoke. “I want to see her.”
“My wife,” Jamie stopped. Cleared his throat. “My wife wants to see our child.” He stood in front of the nurses’ station, hands clenched into balls at his side, standing as tall as he could.
“Ce n’est pas possible, Monsieur,” said Nurse Hildegarde. It wasn’t the answer Jamie wanted. He had been powerless to this point. This, however, he would control.
“I didna ask yer permission. I didna say can she, I said she wants to. So she doesna have to imagine.” He willed himself not to raise his voice, to keep his anger in check.
The young nurse, Louise, looked up at him. She looked at her superior. Stand-offs like this were rare. Usually no one questioned Nurse Hildegard. Everyone stopped to look at the large, grieving, red haired man. Nurse Hildegarde opened her mouth to speak again, but caught sight of the little practitioner behind Monsieur Fraser.
“Soeur Hildegard. Presénter l’enfant à Dr. et M. Fraser. Vous avez ma permission.”
Claire was sitting up in bed when he entered the room. The bundle in his arms was so tiny. A pink blanket. As he came nearer she could see the tiny face peeking through. Sleeping. No, Claire remembered, not sleeping.
“Her hair,” Jamie said, smiling sadly, “she’s got my hair.”
Claire raised her arms for the baby, and Jamie gently handed her their child as if handling fragile glass. There was that awkward bobble of a new dad not sure what he’s doing to a new mom too eager to hold her baby. They both chuckled at that. Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, his arm around his wife, the other under her arms that held the baby. They stayed like that, silently, as Claire unwrapped parts of their bairn, counting ten fingers, and ten toes. Stroking the luminescent skin. She chuckled at the tiny ears, which stuck out a bit, like Jamie’s. He nudged her in understanding, chuffed. So beautiful.
And then Claire began to sing.
When Nurse Louise came in an hour later she was moved by the tableau before her. Her friend, Claire, rocking slowly, humming. Jamie, her husband, sitting stoic beside her. Neither taking their eyes from their child.
She approached the bed.
“Ma Chere, Claire. Il est temps.”
When Louise left the room closing the door behind her, Claire thoroughly and completely went to pieces.
Jamie held his wife across his lap.
And did the same.
Sitting on the private plane to go home Claire looked out the window at the terminal traffic. Everyone so busy, oblivious to the people they were shuttling on to planes, the bags they were loading, the lives they were moving along. Jamie sat beside her, holding her hand. They spoke little. She still couldn’t believe they were alone on this plane. Jamie insisted. He said he’d had enough of strangers.
“I don’t want to forget her face,” Claire whispered, head back, curls pressed against the head rest. “I’m afraid I’ll forget her face.”
Jamie let go of her hand. “I ken it may be strange. I’m sorry if it bothers ye. But I had to,” he said, quietly, apologetically. He fumbled in his pocket. “For Jenny. For my sister. She would want to see, ye ken. She’s all I’ve got for family, other than you, Claire.”
There, on his phone screen, looking as if she was sleeping peacefully, was Faith Elizabeth Fraser.
One year later
They walked slowly through the cemetery. Jamie’s hands deep in his pockets, as he did when he was nervous. Claire’s arms were crossed in front of her, as she did when she was nervous, a bouquet of tulips gripped in her hand. They walked as if they really didn’t want to arrive at their destination, lost in their own thoughts, steps hesitant.
It was the first time they would visit her grave. One year to the day when she passed.
“She should be over here.” Jamie hung back and let Claire step up first. Claire’s gasp was audible from where he stood. She dropped to her knees, and laid a hand reverently on the stone. A stone. She hadn’t expected a stone. They hadn’t ordered one. She expected a simple marker, not this beautiful, pale pink granite slab.
Jamie crouched beside her. He cleared his throat. “A Da can only give what he can to his bairn. I’m an artist. So. I gave her a resting place, wit’ her name and our names, and placed her in the care of her grandparents. Yers and mine.” He brushed a leaf off the corner of the stone. “And I left a bit of Scotland wi’ her.”
She traced the tiny gold medal imbeded in the stone under Faith’s name. “What is this?”
“It’s St. Andrew,” Jamie said. “My father used to carry the medal around in his pocket. It would remind him to pray, to ask for intercession when he needed it. It became mine. Jenny gave it to me when I left for France. When I ordered the stone I gave it to them, along with the design.”
They stayed for a long time, holding hands, lost in their own thoughts. Jamie stood, and pulled his wife to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders he buried his face in her sweet smelling curls. The sun shone warm on their faces, as Jamie swayed from side to side.
“So. Now would be a good time to tell me something, Claire Fraser,” he said, next to her ear. “Anything ye like.”
Claire butted backwards and hit her husband in the crotch. He let out a soft “oof” and laughed.
“I have nothing to say, James Fraser,” she said, in her haughtiest tone.
“Hmpf,” Jamie made a Scottish noise, and turned Claire around to face him. “Yer sure, then?”
Claire stood on tiptoes and kissed her husband full on the lips. “Five days is not a long time, you know that.”
“Aye, but yer never late.” He grinned at her. “It’s fine, Sassenach. I’ll wait. Besides,” he said softly, “I have you. And faith.”
How about Taako and Barry brother-in-law bonding? I like their friendship.
Taako is immediately ok with Barry trying to date his sister, mostly because 1. his sister’s a big girl she can handle any man that tries to court her 2. Barry is a good person 3. Honestly he didn’t think anything would come of it Afterwards now that something has come out of it, Taako is all up in Barry’s business and not in the toxic “looking for something bad” Taako would not let a bad person into his sister’s life so he already to some degree likes Barry, he’s just making it very clear that with dating Lup, Barry is kinda dating Taako in the sense there is a lot of him around Barry doesn’t mind at all, he knows how much Lup loves her brother and honestly thinks that bond is far too special to try to fuck with He’s all for befriending Taako and they bond in a mutual sigh whenever Lup does something insane Taako and Barry are study buddies, Taako doesn’t look it or act it but he’s very smart and studious when he has to be (something Lucretia and Taako also bond over) Taako is more of a literary intellect, finding patterns in linguistics and culture. Barry and him have long talks about the dialects they’ve picked up after the animal planet cycle When Barry is alone, Taako realizes he’s very good at following directions and he is exclusively Taako’s sous chef Barry has hung out with Taako and Lup so much he is also the only one who can tell them apart when Lup and Taako (whether on purpose or not) end up dressing exactly the same
It took Chuck a moment to realize
what he’d just done. “Did I really just steal my brother in laws uniform…” he
was holding the shirt in his hands.
“There’s no way…” This was nothing like him. He’d always been so good
and proper. No one would ever suspect him of doing something like this.
Sure, his entire family knew that he
was more in love with his brother in law than his sister was. Her husband had
been a cop almost since he graduated high school. That’s when the fantasy’s started. His brother in law would talk about how much
he idolized the police for keeping his neighborhood and school’s safe. It had
been his dream forever. And he worked for it. He made sure he was in peak
physical shape and ready to go; graduating top of the class in fitness and
aptitude. Chuck idolized the man as well. “So convicted and ready to protect
and serve.” He really liked the idea of his brother in law serving him.
But taking something
that wasn’t his was completely new for Chuck. His sister had invited him over
to watch his niece just for like a half hour and then she’d be back. His niece
was taking a nap but his sister hated the idea of leaving her home alone. And
that’s all it took, one second. He snuck it into his trunk and then pretended
like nothing happened.
But now he was standing in the
bathroom holding a police man’s uniform. “I can’t believe it…” he tossed the
navy blue shirt back and forth in his hands. It was so much larger than he
expected it to be. Sure he’d visually traced his brother in law’s broad
shoulders, his thick pecs and muscular butt like a million times but actually
holding the clothes in his hands meant something so different. It made it feel
real. Even the smell was starting to make him drift off. Like some kind of
Chuck brought it up to his nose
getting a full whiff of his brother in law. He had such a masculine smell. Everything about his felt like he was brimming with testosterone. Chuck was
jealous. He always had been. Guys like that could make it around so easily in
life. Just working out, playing sports and hangin with the guys.
“I gotta try it on…” In an instant
Chuck shoved his arms into the holes. They were so small compared to the shirt.
He could already start feeling it slip off his back. He wrapped it tighter
around his body trying to hold onto the idea that he was just as big as his
brother in law. “If only I could be like him,” he said still idolizing the
fantasy of the police officer.
Chuck thought about how often his
brother in law went to the gym. It didn’t matter how hard of a day it had been.
His brother in law would be there; pumping iron. It’s what drove him to be
stronger; to push himself harder. “If Mark can work so hard I can too,” Chuck
looked in the mirror questioning the thought. Had he even been to a gym? He
smiled at the question. Course he had. He went with Mark all the time. It was
their bonding time. They’d been going since high school. Chuck hadn’t ever
thought about it till Mark suggested it to him.
Mark was so excited to talk about
going to the gym that Chuck finally gave in. They’d help push each other even
harder. Knowing it was going to be their duty to help serve the public. And
with his best friend too. It was something he’d always dreamed of. He thought
about all the late nights at the gym where he told Mark to put a few more
plates on the bar. And then Mark would groan saying it was too much. Chuck would do it. And then Mark
would force himself to do it too. He wasn’t about to let another guy show him
up. The amount of testosterone those boys had helped their muscles grow
Not to mention the amount of hair
they grew on their body. Mark had taken up shaving every bit of hair on his
body. He liked the smooth sleek look his muscles gave off. Especially when they
were dripping with sweat. Chuck didn’t care that much. The feeling of running
his hands through the hair felt nice. It made him feel bigger and more manly.
Plus it added some weight to the scale.
He rubbed his facial hair. “How
long did I have this?” the question was instantly answered with a new memory.
He thought back to just graduating the academy. He and Mark were going to go
celebrate back at his place. They had bought way more beer than either one
needed. They drank all night with their friends. It wasn’t until about 4 in the
morning but they were still up.
“Why don’t you shave that thing?”
Mark was barely holding himself up.
“Cause the girls love it,” Chuck
lied. He didn’t care about what the girls thought. It was something that he
hadn’t told even Mark yet.
“Well I think they’d hate it. It’s
gotta be all scratchy. Like who wants to have hair in their face as they’re
making out?” Mark gave a fake kissy face towards Chuck. Chuck ignored his
impulse and pushed his friend away. He didn’t fight it; falling over onto his
“It’s not as bad as you think.”
“Really? Wanna show me?” Chuck
could hear the challenge in his drunk friends voice. He moved to get into a
better position. His body facing down towards his friend as he drunkenly
smiled. “C’mon show me,” Mark repeated. “Show me why the girls love it.”
Chuck didn’t hesitate. He dropped
his arms and kissed his friend. Their lips locked and they just kept going.
Slowly becoming more intimate. Their bodies holding even tighter to one another as they rubbed themselves on each other. It was something that Chuck had been praying for since
he first saw Mark in the locker room so long ago. Now Mark was all his. But
then Mark’s lips went lax. His body stopped moving. Chuck paused trying to grasp what had just happened.
His friend was asleep. He paused seeing if he’d wake back up. But he didn’t. Chuck cursed his
luck. He went to the bathroom and tried to satisfy himself; knowing full well
he couldn’t get the same pleasure if Mark had stayed awake a little longer.
The next morning Mark didn’t seem
to remember anything. Chuck wasn’t sure if he should tell him. Mark may not
have been a homophobe but the idea of them getting intimate still made Chuck
worry. He didn’t want Mark to feel awkward around him. That would have been
All it was was a kiss. That’s how
Chuck rationalized it. Two drunk guys just happened to kiss that’s all. Besides
Mark was so happy with his sister; he couldn’t be too mad. It’s not like they’d
done anything else. Chuck ignored the memory. He wasn’t going to let the past
get him down. There were plenty of other guys out there who would happily be
With a flex and a smile he was back
to his old self; the strong handsome cop with his best friend as a coworker. He
stared at the police uniform as it stretched to his frame. “Fucking liar. I
knew I was bigger than him.”
I enjoy making ironic jokes about LinkXSidon because it’s a fandom thing but seriously I adore their Brother-in-law relationship as it is in canon. It always feels like Sidon sees Link as his cool big brother and just wants to be as cool and heroic as Link, and I adore that. There aren’t enough healthy family bonds in the Zelda series and seeing more stuff like this really makes me happy.
I’d love to see more art of 100 years ago with a little Sidon tagging along to play and adventure with Young Link/Mipha. Catching bugs and doing other silly kid things!
( This isn’t meant to call out or attack shippers though. Y'all can keep shipping it if you like, but I’m just personally much more happy this way. :) )
Dating a villain has to be against some unspoken superhero rule. Joe will kill him for even considering it. Wells will look disappointed at best; he’ll lock them in a couple cells at worst. And then there’s Oliver…Barry doesn’t even want to think about his reaction. Those arrows are sharp.
But the Snarts are their soulmates.
It’s not like Barry can’t see what the universe is thinking. Someone smart enough to evade the police and outthink the fastest man alive? That’s attractive.
Both Snarts are dangerously attractive. They’re dangerous in general. This idea is crazy. But the Snarts are their soulmates, and that has to mean something.
do you think destiel has a chance of becoming canon this season? I mean we haven't had a season this full of destiel (destielicious, if you may) since s8 and dabb seems really in favor of the destiel reading + there are two queer writers... i feel like we're so close to canon destiel but i'm afraid i'm just biased bc i want it to be canon. thoughts? btw ily and your content <3
Hey nonny, given that I’m so new to tumblr your last words are so sweet thank you! *hug*
I am also massively biased of course, I would love for Dean and Cas to sort their proverbial crap out and snuggle on Sam’s bed watching Lilo & Stitch while Sam looks on from his chair in constant amazement with both a warm and sinking feeling in his stomach. Cos he’s so happy for them and his family is whole and content but guys, not on MY bed.
Where was I?
Imo it’s a tough one for the show runners and the network, they don’t want to rock the boat but also don’t want to be seen to be queerbaiting, as I said recently it’s poor show for them that when you google Supernatural an article on queerbaiting comes up on page ONE. Also I’m kinda not sure that Jensen is very happy about the idea, but I’m happy to be proved wrong by people who know better.
Thus imo it’s an endgame deal, which I’m sure you know if you follow my blog. I basically scream endgame Destiel every day. To the point that I feel like if it doesn’t happen I’ll just be. What? Like in shock for a few millennia. I keep telling myself that it might not happen and that’s fiiiiiiine…. but then get sucked right back in cos as you say - fodder much? I mean season 12 - what are you doing? Even throwing in so much gratuitous Drowley is glorious to me as if fantastically accentuates the Destiel what with the Cas/Crowley mirrors since their conception and I LOVE IT.
Imo they wouldn’t be chucking so many tropes, so much Destiel fodder at us if it wasn’t going SOMEWHERE as that would make the queerbaiting issue WORSE and the CW has other shows with queer representation so they must be well aware of this as a sore point.
They could easily calm down the Destiel and keep everyone happyish in the middle ground, not rock the boat and upset the Pro or Anti side by, idk, heightening the SASTIEL, allowing Cas and Sam to interact as brothers without it being via Dean, levelling all their relationships with each other to a real brotherly, equal style. Comparing Dean and Cas’s relationship to Sam and Cas’s and even Dean and Sam’s is key to me understanding Destiel, it makes the differences so obvious.
Have Sam and Cas bicker about, idk, anything, Sam easily bickers with Dean so why not Cas? I mean they have common ground over Lucifer - but they hardly spoke about him at all one on one?
For that matter have we seen Sam and Cas have a real one on one conversation not about Dean since 9x11? I mean to me sure they care about each other deeply but they are portrayed as brothers IN LAW not brothers….nearly always either with Dean there as a buffer or talking about Dean. That one bonding episode in 9x11 is the only one I can think of and it stood out precisely because of that.
Or have Sam call Cas once in a while, don’t have Dean walking off to speak to Cas ALONE so Sam can’t overhear…. Having Dean acting like a complete jealous husband over Crowley then like a WORRIED husband about Billie…. NOT having Sam clearing his throat, eyebrows into his hairline, mouth agape as a constant ‘third wheel’ to a married couple’s bickering or generally an audience mirror to Cas and Dean’s interactions….
Yeah these are choices they are making.
However there are other, many reasons why they probably won’t do it right now (plotline - generally, LBR the drama is at its peak when it’s dragged out right to the end; actors might not want to ‘go there’ on camera too much, certain producers might not be keen, they might lose some right wing fans which we know are numerous, even just fans who don’t see Destiel and would see it as just fan service etc etc etc).
So… things are kind of too good right now with Destiel which makes me worried as it isn’t the right timing imo. If we do get canon Destiel this season I would personally bet on either:
1. Both show their feelings (loosely, I’m not gunning for a double sided love declaration of anything but hey who knows) but they’re separated by *something* leading into season 13.
2. Cas shows his feelings even more clearly and Dean isn’t ready yet. I’m continually writing about the deconstruction of performing!Dean and how this season is particularly strong, but this part is gonna be a BIG deal and perhaps it’ll be one of the last to fall…. leading to perhaps Cas in a Romeo & Juliet style move going back to Heaven (as that now has conveniently become a potential option), thinking that Dean has rejected him (I wouldn’t put it past Dean to be outrageously harsh and hurtful out of fear and self loathing), again leading into season 13.
Basically no, I doubt by the end of season 12 we will have hand holding, waking up in bed together and getting coffee in their jammies Destiel. BUT I do think we will be getting deeper into their relationship and something big will happen cos man, it sure is leading to something….. so…..
Summary: When people talk and others listen, we find out things we never knew before… Also Cas is curious, do you have feelings for him?
When you went downstairs, you followed the soft hum that came from the kitchen. Your mother always hummed while she cooked; breakfast, lunch, and dinner, a tune would escape from her. You didn’t realize how much you’ve missed it until now. As you entered, she had her back to you as she washed off some vegetables in the sink. Your parents grew a small garden out in the backyard; vegetables ranging from tomatoes, squash, peppers, and even corn, so she must have just picked some.
“Hey,” you greet as you approached her. She couldn’t help but turn back and smile, looking behind you to see if Cas was with you. You noticed and it reminded you of what recently happened.
Sherlock calling his children ‘spawn’ and 'sprog’…
Mycroft referring to Molly as 'sister’…not even 'sister-in-law’ because she has long been his sister even before the wedding or even before Molly and Sherlock became a 'thing’. She became his sister even without Sherlock, (or rather 'especially’ because there was no Sherlock). During Sherlock’s exile, Molly was there to comfort him, to tether him to the reality that his younger brother is still alive. The secret between them created a special bond that only became stronger through time and through all the sacrifices that they must both make for the man they both love. So yes…Molly Hooper (now Holmes) is 'sister’ (not sister-in-law), because even without Sherlock, Mycroft and Molly had established a familial connection…
These are the headcanons that are floating in my mind right now…
Hey:) i would like to request a Paul Lahote imagine where the reader is Bellas sister and when she visits (during wedding time) Paul imprints on her while she visits jake and paul phases next to her and kinda hurts her?
“Y/N,” you sister, Bella, called out to you as you stepped out of your car.
“Bella,” you exclaimed as you ran and hugged her. “I’m so happy I’m here!” When Bella came to live to live with your dad, Charlie, you had to stay with your mom since his house wasn’t big enough. Not that you minded much since Florida had allowed you to get a great tan. You and Bella were born 13 months apart and had always been close so it was no surprise to you that you were her maid of honor.
“Hello, Y/N, how was your trip,” Edward, your soon to be brother-in-law, asked you. Since being with your sister you and Edward had really bonded, especially once you found out his, and the rest of his family’s, secret. After one…interesting….Thanksgiving that resulted in a bloody nose from you, he trusted you with their secret.
“It was great. Traffic wasn’t to bad from the airport and the flight was good.”
“Let me get your bags,” he said making haste to the trunk. You followed him and Bella into the house and greeted the rest of the Cullen clan, who treated you like another one of their daughters.
“I told Jacob we’d head over once you got settled. Is that ok?” The three of you had all grown up together and been close from a young age. After the Thanksgiving fiasco Bella, Jacob, and Bella also broke the news to you about what Quileute’s were. Although you talked about it with him you still haven’t met the rest of his, what he called, pack.
You unpacked and made your way down the stairs, “I’m ready Bells.” You two made your way into her new car and made your way to the reservation. “Where are we going,” you asked as you passed Jacob’s house. “He just finished his rounds with the pack. He told us to head on over to Sam’s.” The drive continued with your conversations about how that school year had gone and what colleges you were thinking about. “Here we are,” Bella said pulling into the dirt driveway.
As soon as you closed the car door Jacob came running out of the house, “Y/N!,” he enveloped you in a bear hug and spun you around. “Long time no see. I’m so glad you’re back. Come on, let’s go inside, you can meet the rest of the guys.” You and Bella followed behind Jacob and sat down in the living room. “Y/N this is Jared, Quil, Embry, and Seth,” he said pointing to the guys that stood and sat around the area. “And this is Emily.”
“Hey, Emily, how’ve you been,” Bella walked over and hugged her.
“The rest of the guys-”
“… and Leah,” Seth interrupted Jacob.”
“…are out getting supplies and food.” You all sat around and talked. The guys were interested in knowing embarrassing stories about Bella and Jacob and you got to know the embarrassing stories that they had of the two. An hour and a half later the conversation halted from the sound of the side door being swung open.
“Brace yourself,” Emily leaned over and whispered into your ear with a smile. A crowd came into the room and Jacob started introducing you to the rest of the people. “Y/N this is Sam, Leah, and….where is Paul?”
“Coming,” you heard just before a man came running into the crowded room. He came to a stop and met your eyes. You could hear Jacob talking but you didn’t really hear what he was saying; all you could focus on was this man, Paul’s, eyes.
The world seem to melt away as he looked into your eyes. He wasn’t even sure who you were yet but, at the same time, he felt that he knew everything about you. He felt like he was weightless and that you were the only thing keeping him from floating away. “Paul. You who,” a voice called to him and broke him from his trance. “What,” he looked at Jacob.
“This is Y/N, Bella’s little sister.”
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at him.
Even though you were participating in the conversation that carried itself between everybody in the room you couldn’t help but glance every 5 seconds back to Paul- who seemed to be doing the same thing with you. Before you knew it it was dark out, way later than you thought you’d stay, and Bella stood up, “We better be getting back to the house. I have some wedding stuff to do with Edward tomorrow but, if you want to,” she looked at you, “you can hang out with Jake tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Y/N, you should come and hang with me! We can go to the beach,” he tried to convince you.
“I’ll hang out with you tomorrow. Beats doing last minute wedding stuff, you elbowed Bella playfully.
“Goodnight guys,” you and Bella called out as you walked back to the car.
Once the house was out of sight you turned down the radio and asked Bella, “So who was that Paul guy?”
“Just a packmate of Jacob’s,” she smirked. “Bit of a hot bead but a loyal guy. Why?”
“No reason,” you turned back up the music and looked out the window.
“Good morning sunshine,” Emmett called to you as you walked into the kitchen.
“You look ready for the day,” Esme cheerfully commented.
You grabbed a banana and took a quick bite. “I told Jacob I’d meet him at his house this morning so we could hang out all day. Mind if I take another banana for the road?”
“Take anything you want, Y/N. You’re family, you know that,” Esme gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head before she walked out of the kitchen.
You parked your car in the dirt driveway of Jacob’s and walked towards the house. When you knocked on the door you were happy to see Billy, Jake’s dad. After a quick greeting and catch up he told you to go into the living room. “Ready to party,” you jokingly yelled before you turned the corner and saw Jacob…who was sitting with Paul, Seth, and Quil. “Oh…” you said laughing at yourself. “I’m glad I just made a fool out of myself, thanks Jake,” you playfully pushed him.
“Hope you don’t mind the guys wanted to tag along for the day. I told them we were going to the beach and we came up with the idea to introduce you to the great sport of cliff diving,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You all piled into your car and drove up to the cliff. As Jacob, Seth and Quil took off their shirts and prepared to jump they looked at Paul. “You coming Paul,” Seth questioned him.
“I think I’ll sit this one out,” he said, quickly looking towards you after the guys looked away.
You sat against a rock and watched the guys as they jumped and flipped off the cliff. “Mind if I keep you company?”
“Not at all,” you moved over so he could sit down against the rock with you. “Why aren’t you jumping?”
“Not in the mood. Thought it’d be more fun to hang out up here with you.” You two talked together, only stopping when the boys came back up, and continuing after they jumped off again. By mid afternoon you felt like you two knew everything about each other. After the buys were worn out from all the jumping and swimming you made your way back to Jacob’s house were you all sat around playing games and talking.
“I better get going,” you said looking at the time. “I have dinner with everyone tonight.” You stood up and hugged Jacob. “I’ll see you soon.”
“If not tomorrow you’ll see me at the wedding,” he reassured you. “It’s probably best you leave now; we still have to do patrol tonight. Get home safe, ok?” You nodded and left for the Cullens.
It was 12pm when Jacob, Seth, and Quil, and Paul went out for patrol. Paul couldn’t keep his mind from going back to you as he got ready to shift. Forgetting all about Jacob and the others his thoughts kept going back to you. He thought nothing of it until the patrol was over and he was getting ready to head back home. Seth and Quil were already walking away and Paul was just about to leave when Jacob called out to him. “Paul wait. I saw what you were thinking today.” At first Paul was confused until he remembered patrol. All his thoughts were visible to the pack. He went to make up an excuse but was stopped by Jacob. “It’s ok. I saw how you feel about her. You’ve imprinted on her, did you realize that?” Paul just shook his head. “I know you’ll treat her well…mostly because if you don’t you’ll have a pack of wolves and blood suckers on you,” he smiled at Paul. “You have to tell her,” he patted him on the back and walked back into his house leaving Paul standing alone in the dark.
The wedding had came and went. Your sister and her now husband were off somewhere on a, what you guessed, super romantic honeymoon. You were staying in Forks spending your time either with your dad, with Jacob, or, mostly, with the Cullen’s making plans for Edward and Bella’s surprise house.
You were heading over to spend the day with Jacob and some of the guys from his pack. You hadn’t gotten to see them much since the wedding and you were secretly really excited to see Paul again. When you got to Jacob’s you followed the music into the garage. “Working hard or hardly working,” you called out to the boys who were sprawled out on the garage floor and various cabinets. Paul sat up straight upon seeing you, though you didn’t notice, “We were helping Jake work on the car but we all got bored.”
You were just getting off the phone from ordering you and the boys some pizza when you briefly saw Jacob and Quil talking to Paul about something that seemed important. You were putting your phone back in your bag when Paul approached you. “Hey, Paul.”
“Hey. Would you want to go on a walk?”
“Sure,” you nodded. You followed him out into the woods. The path was beautiful and covered with wildflowers and trees bigger than any you had ever seen. You finally broke the silence. “So, was there something you wanted to talk about? You seemed kind of nervous back there.”
He walked to the nearest tree and leaned up against it. You could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t know what exactly to say. He muttered something but went back to being silent. “Paul, whatever it is just say it.” It took him a couple more moments to come around to saying it.
“I like you Y/N. In a way that I’ve never liked someone before.”
“I like you too Paul,” you said flattered.
“No, you don’t understand. It’s more than that, Y/N. I’ve imprinted on you,” he was almost embarrassed when saying it. Jacob had explained the process to you before once you had found out about him being a werewolf, but you sure never thought you’d be an imprint to someone. Paul started rambling on and on about something you couldn’t pick up and only stopped when you walked over and pressed your lips to his.
“I like you too Paul. I know what this means and I’m willing to go through this with you.” He kissed you happily and you spent the next 20 minutes holding hands as you talked and walked through the forest. “Let’s head on back; the pizza should be there soon.” You took a step forward but stopped when Paul pulled back on your arm. “Come on,” you laughed, “we’ll miss all the pi-”
“Shhh,” he cut you off. His voice was rushed and he was tense. “There is something out there.” His eyes scanned the forest while he stepped in front of you.
It came almost out of nowhere. The biggest bear you’ve ever seen and, by the look in his eyes, the meanest. You felt Paul start breathing heavily; you knew what was happening. “Paul, take it easy. It might pass.” It’s like the bear wanted to prove you wrong. It hunched over and ran as quick as it could towards you two. Quicker than you could process Paul was on all fours and was covered in fur growling and running towards this bear. You also didn’t process you flying back towards a tree due to Paul’s change. You found yourself slumped against a tree with your head pulsing. When you looked up again you saw Paul running into the forest on the bears heels.
You weren’t sure how long it took but Paul came running back in human form towards you. “Y/N,” he ran to your side, “are you ok? Did I do this? I am so sorry.”
“Paul, it’s ok it was just an accident. You were just protecting me. Thank you,” you pressed your hand to his face. “I do think I have a concussion though so if you could help me walk back that’d be great,” you chuckled.
“It would be my great honor.” Paul scooped you up in his arms, holding you close, and walked you back to Jacob’s.
Amazing story a good friend just posted about bonding with her father:
My father is a shy and quiet man. Growing up, he and I weren’t close. He didn’t quite understand my overly dramatic responses to everything. We didn’t “connect” on any level. The only time he generally spoke to me was when he was angry with me because I was arguing with my mom.
However, when I was 11, I was able to form a special secret bond with my father. We did a very bad thing, and then kept the secret from my mother, and in my mind, the authorities. This secret (which will now no longer be a secret) has bonded us together ever since. To this day, we still talk about the time when we practically broke the law. My dad still beams with pride, as if it was his crowning moment. It’s a story I treasure because it’s ours.
Sunday was obligatory church day in our house. My mother taught Sunday school, my brother attended Sunday school, I sang in the children’s choir and my dad was a deacon or some such ranking official. After church, my mother would stay in town and pick up greeting cards at the Hallmark store or refill prescriptions. On this particular Sunday, my parents had driven separately to church so my father wouldn’t have to partake in card shopping. My brother was going with my mom. I weighed my options and decided to forego shopping and hopped in my father’s pickup truck.
“We have to stop off at the shop.” my father said.
I loved the kageyama x tsukki's little sis one so muchh!! I'd be so happy if you continued it❤❤
Whoop! Continuation of the estranged brother-in-laws to be! Lol, just imagine these two having to spend every holiday together. Omg, I totally ran with that after I wrote it down here - so this takes place after Kageyama and Tsuki’s lil sis are married then!
P.s. I totally feel like Kageyama is on first name basis with everyone in her family expect Tsuki. Some habits - like names - just die hard and he can’t get used to calling him Kei. Same goes for Tsuki, surely!
P.s.s. The ending is a little rushed, but I gotta get to work!
“Does he have to come over?” Kageyama grumbled from his spot in front of the shared mirror in their bathroom. He had been fiddling with the collar of his shirt for nearly the last ten minutes as if by doing so would prevent the planned evening from taking place. There were many things he was excited about tonight - his parents were coming over, so was his mother-in-law along with Akiteru and his significant other all to celebrate the news of an incoming newborn that they have yet to hear about. There is, of course, one thing that he is not excited about tonight - the appearance of his high school teammate, who would also unfortunately happen to be his child’s uncle.
While the two boys have been able to build a tolerance around each other - and Kageyama would grudgingly admit he enjoys the company of his brother-in-law on rare occasions - but time cannot always fix a bond between two people that was never meant to be shoved together. Either way, he knew exactly what this evening was going to consist of and while he certainly was excited and anxious to have everyone over, he was also having a feelings of the opposite within his stomach.
“Yes,” she answered easily and slightly exasperatedly, “their his niece or nephew. He gets to be part of the news too.” Surely the poor girl was tired of the two boy’s constant bickering, she’s dealt with it for years now with no hope in sight of it ending any time soon.
Finally pulling his hands away from his collar, he turned to look at her with his arms crossed over his chest, expression serious as he made his next comment. “If we die, Akiteru adopts the baby. They are not becoming corrupted by Tsukishima.”
“How about neither of us die for a long time then we won’t have to worry about it,” she answered simply, a small smile on her face as she patted his chest before walking around him and entering into their living room, “now come on and help me with dinner.”
Everyone arrived shortly after, all smiles and civil greetings across the board - even when Tsukishima walked in with his own significant other trailing behind him. They had had years of practice when it came to perfecting their behavior in front of each other at these family gatherings. And tonight was no different. But it was when they were all seated at the too small dining room table for the size of their growing family that the evening was about to make a turn.
There was a lull in conversation and she had taken it upon herself to announce her pregnancy - the unexpectedness of it and also the excitement. Kageyama was glad she was the one to say, she had been a bundle of joy since finding out and deserved getting to tell everyone in their family. With the ‘oh’s and ‘no way’s filling the air, all of the ‘congrat’s and ‘I’m going to be a grandma’s rushed forth. It truly was one of the happiest moments they could share as a family - that was until the very tiny being came into the world.
“Oh god,” Tsukishima was speaking when the noise had finally began to die down to a more acceptable level, “are they going to be stupid?” He smiled as he said the words, all of their time spent studying together came rushing back to Kageyama in that very moment and he found himself flushing red - both in embarrassment and anger for the implication. It was when the boy laughed, a look of pure joy as he followed with a, “they’ll be cute, so they’ll make it through” did Kageyama realize that the blond was attempting to hide his own emotions about the situation.
Maybe he wanted to be upset that Kageyama was going to be the father of his niece or nephew, but regardless, he was already in love with his sister’s child and nothing would change that. And the inhibited smile he sent Kageyama in that moment almost made him reel back. A good uncle-to-be and - without Kageyama even noticing - already a good friend.
;-; Hello Can you tell us what's your favourite things about Sam Winchester, please ? Why we should love him ? Because i don't saw a lot of metas or just post about him without cas or dean (and of course i love them both but i need this pleaase)
I do post about Sam I promise :) I just get so many asks about Dean / Cas and Destiel that it’s not as common.
I’m actually thinking right now about Sam… about… well, WTF happened with the whole demon blood / hunger games kids bumping each other off thing in season 2? What was that all about? Cos in the end, Sam is Lucifer’s true vessel? So… he didn’t earn that right, that was about his blood and lineage, so, was this a separate thing? Was this a Boyking thing? Could Sam have been Lucifer’s vessel AND King of Hell?
I’m honestly just a little confused…
Anyway, I have a tag for Sam, specifically my endgame wishlist for Sam which is #give sam a dog and #give sam a dog and a magic book and #Witch!Sam because I LOVE the idea of Witch!Sam.
Witch!Sam is my jam because for me TFW’s endgames are:
Sam - Self forgiveness, releasing himself from guilt
Dean - Self acceptance, liking himself
Cas - Self worth, a sense of belonging
Witch!Sam fits with the self forgiveness and releasing himself from guilt arc because a huge part of this is the supernatural element within himself and his guilt / cleanliness issues around the demon blood. I could talk for hours about how he represses this through food. Did Sam really have such a big thing about clean eating before the demon blood? It wasn’t at all on the same scale, plus as @super-sootica pointed out to me a while back, the whole Sully thing was a clear exposition of this, of his repressed desire for Candy and a way out of hunting etc etc and how this fits with being reconciled in his endgame. Yeah, I could also go on for hours about food meta in this show.
Accepting that he might have a Supernatural skill, innate within him and that it can be a force for good would be absolutely amazing for his endgame.
Sorry to bring it back to this, but as a clear mirror of Sam accepting the Supernatural within himself, Dean’s would be loving and being loved in return by a Supernatural being, one that he didn’t believe existed, that he thought were too good to exist, that his mother put up on a pedestal, telling him they were watching over him, one who tells him he will watch over him (and I head canon one day he will tell Cas he will watch over HIM) and certainly one he thinks, or used to thin, before his endgame, is too good for him. Yeah, so you see, I always come back to Destiel because it just FITS their individual arcs dammit and is a perfect mirror here for Sam’s endgame arc within himself.
Anyway, SAM. Yes, my personal head canons are:
- Sam wanted to escape but now he has reconciled the scholarly side and the hunting side within himself, he will be a perfect MoL/Hunter reconciled community leader, the scholar (while Cas is the strategist and Dean is the hands on teacher).
- Sam x dog, for sure.
- Sam x Eileen, yes dammit I want Eileen.
- Sam x actual food. Not rabbit food. Sam x candy when he damn well wants it (and sharing a massive bag of skittles with Cas, who also loves Candy, while Dean munches down on his toffee popcorn and they all watch Netflix together please).
- Sam x Dean ultimate bro-tp. Supportive, caring, equal footed brothers and no more child/parent dynamic.
- Sam x Cas ultimate bro-in-law / BFF - tp. Going on runs, sharing candy, playing pranks on Dean, bonding over shared books, scholarly stuff, farmers markets and art.
So imagine Lyanna married Robert anyway, do you believe Robert would have been able at all to treat Lyanna the way he abused Cersei? In a world where Lyanna marries Robert, Brandon is still alive and it doesn't look like he would suffer anyone mistreating his sister, married or no. And Robert loved Ned as much as he would have Lyanna so wouldn't he risk pissing each Stark brothers off if he ever so much as lay a hand on Lyanna?
So the first thing we have to address here is that Robert is an act first, think later type of guy. In his fits of anger he doesn’t take the time to consider what he’s doing and how he’s hurting people. He just does it. His abuse of Cersei wasn’t a calculated and controlled thing; it came out of his drunkenness or his rage and his inability to accept responsibility for his actions.
Here’s the scene we saw play out in front of Ned:
The queen looked to her husband. “If any man had dared speak to a Targaryen as he has spoken to you-”
“Do you take me for Aerys?” Robert interrupted.
“I took you for a king. Jaime and Tyrion are your own brothers, by all the laws of marriage and the bonds we share. The Starks have driven off the one and seized the other. This man dishonors you with every breath he takes, and yet you stand there meekly, asking if his leg pains him and would he like some wine.”
Robert’s face was dark with anger. “How many times must I tell you to hold your tongue, woman?”
Cersei’s face was a study in contempt. “What a jape the gods have made of us two,” she said. “By all rights, you ought to be in skirts and me in mail.”
Purple with rage, the king lashed out, a vicious backhand blow to the side of the head. She stumbled against the table and fell hard, yet Cersei Lannister did not cry out. Her slender fingers brushed her cheek, where the pale smooth skin was already reddening. On the morrow the bruise would cover half her face. “I shall wear this as a badge of honor,” she announced.
“Wear it in silence, or I’ll honor you again,” Robert vowed. He shouted for a guard. Ser Meryn Trant stepped into the room, tall and somber in his white armor. “The queen is tired. See her to her bedchamber.” The knight helped Cersei to her feet and led her out without a word.
He deals Cersei a vicious blow because he’s drunk and she’s said something he misliked. Cersei recalls a similar altercation in an AFFC chapter:
“I glimpsed him once at Winterfell,” the queen said, “though the Starks did their best to hide him. He looks very like his father.” Her husband’s by-blows had his look as well, though at least Robert had the grace to keep them out of sight. Once, after that sorry business with the cat, he had made some noises about bringing some baseborn daughter of his to court. “Do as you please,” she’d told him, “but you may find that the city is not a healthy place for a growing girl.” The bruise those words had won her had been hard to hide from Jaime, but they heard no more about the bastard girl.
So the record is rather clear that Robert reacts rather violently when his wife says something he doesn’t like or upsets him. I don’t think he actually thinks when he hurts her; he just does. In addition, he does not blame himself. He blames the wine, or he blames Cersei:
For Robert, those nights never happened. Come morning he remembered nothing, or so he would have had her believe. Once, during the first year of their marriage, Cersei had voiced her displeasure the next day. “You hurt me,” she complained. He had the grace to look ashamed. “It was not me, my lady,” he said in a sulky sullen tone, like a child caught stealing apple cakes from the kitchen. “It was the wine. I drink too much wine.” To wash down his admission, he reached for his horn of ale. As he raised it to his mouth, she smashed her own horn in his face, so hard she chipped a tooth. Years later at a feast, she heard him telling a serving wench how he’d cracked the tooth in a mêlée. Well, our marriage was a mêlée, she reflected, so he did not lie.
Robert reached for the flagon and refilled his cup. “You see what she does to me, Ned.” The king seated himself, cradling his wine cup. “My loving wife. The mother of my children.” The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared. “I should not have hit her. That was not… that was not kingly.” He stared down at his hands, as if he did not quite know what they were. “I was always strong… no one could stand before me, no one. How do you fight someone if you can’t hit them?” Confused, the king shook his head. “Rhaegar… Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned, I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it. Yet somehow he still won. He has Lyanna now, and I have her.” The king drained his cup.
Now, here’s the other thing: Robert had no fear of Jaime of Tywin. Perhaps it was because he was king, but he clearly made no effort to restrain himself so that he wouldn’t be chastened by Jaime or Tywin. According to Cersei, Jaime would have killed Robert if he knew that he hit her:
“If you truly believed that, you would never have come.” Ned touched her cheek gently. “Has he done this before?”
“Once or twice.” She shied away from his hand. “Never on the face before. Jaime would have killed him, even if it meant his own life.”
Cersei hid these bruises from Jaime, perhaps out of fear for his life. After all, if he killed the king, he’d be dead too. So now we can round back around to Lyanna and her brothers.
While a younger Robert might have known more self-restraint, I think it’s safe to assume that these physically abusive behaviors aren’t something that would be cured through a marriage to Lyanna. It’s been discussed before that Robert did not know the real Lyanna. She likely would not have been the soft-spoken, agreeable wife Robert believed she would be, nor would she have loved him the way he wanted her to love him. He might have loved her, or claimed to, but Robert’s love for Lyanna was always an idealistic love. It’s far too easy to say that you love a ghost comprised of all your favorite things about a woman.
So if we assume their marriage sours because Lyanna does not love him and does not meet his standards, then Robert may regress into a drunken piece of shit and similar scenes as the ones outlined above might play out. Would he fear Brandon and Ned? He did not fear Jaime, so I don’t think he’d fear Brandon. Now Ned is a different story. We see above that Ned more or less stares Robert into an admission that he “should not have hit her”. His presence seems to guilt Robert into feeling some form of regret, which drove him into further self-pity about how Rhaegar has Lyanna and Robert has her. Robert clearly loves and respects Ned, and I’d wager that between Brandon and Ned, Robert would be much more affected by Ned’s disappointment than Brandon’s rage.
The thing is, I don’t think Robert would even consider their feelings on the matter until of them approached him with it. Then maybe after a confrontation, Robert may reconsider his actions. But the question to ask is, would Lyanna even tell Brandon or Ned? That’s something that could really go both ways. Lyanna could see telling her brothers as a form of defeat, or in Brandon’s case, fear his reaction or maybe she’d say fuck it, I’m not taking this anymore, and tell one of them. However, assuming they’re both living at Winterfell and share this info with Rickard, I think Rickard would forbid either of them from acting upon their feelings. Lyanna’s duty was to marry him, and I don’t think Rickard really cared what happened within the marriage beyond that.
Do you think that Johnny/Daken's canonical relationship was at least semi-abusive or at least really unhealthy? I see a lot of people really liking it but their interactions in that comic book gave me a lot of red flags :/
Oh yeah, 100%, this is not a healthy relationship in canon. I think my thoughts on that have always been pretty upfront? I know I’ve never written it happy or healthy lol. Not to knock anyone shipping it, everyone should ship what they want and besides I ship this (not in terms of wanting a happily ever after or for them to necessarily even interact again, but more in terms of where’s the 30k dirtybadwrong smutfest), but yeah, I think it’s more than fair to say that in canon this is messed up from start to finish, as one would expect from a relationship between Johnny, who Just Wants To Be Loved, and a master manipulator like Daken.
I’m going to break it down with pictures because otherwise I have to work on fic who doesn’t love a deep read. While, for the record, I don’t believe Daken ever had to use his pheromone powers to get Johnny to sleep with him, he canonically uses them to influence several people in Dark Wolverine #75 alone, and at least one of them sleeps with him as a direct result, so sticking a consent warning on everything. Long and picture-heavy exploration underneath:
“Sorry to intrude on your office hours, Professor Senju, but
do you have some time for questions?”
Kawarama slams his thumb down on the pause button on his portable
game system, grin already growing on his face as he looks up to see Sunshine’s
dad standing in the entrance to Tobirama’s office. Mad'ra gives him a flat look
from the other end of the couch, tapping a finger impatiently on his own game
system, but Kawarama holds up a hand, eyes riveted on Tobes’ face as his
brother stills at his desk, pen poised over a pile of papers as red eyes
flicker towards the door.
The way Tobirama closes his eyes and breathes in slowly after
noticing the runes marking Minato’s dress shirt as an OSIB uniform is priceless.
“Director Namikaze, can I help you?” Tobirama asks,
voice a bit flat.
Summary: Request fic for @mklol140. “
A (BAND MEMEBER)X READER WHERE ITS THEIR WEDDING AND WHEN THEY KISS AT THE CEREMONY (BAND MEMEBER) WONT STOP KISSING HER AND IT SSHSBDBXHSBSB”.
You couldn’t believe today was finally your wedding day. You’d
been planning the ceremony for months. Gerard had said that since his first
wedding had been so impromptu, backstage before a show, he wanted to do it right this time, with a church, and all
his loved ones there.
Mikey was to be his best man. He’d been so good to you, when
the media had accused you of “stealing” Gerard from Lindsay, even though Gerard
had finalized his divorce long before you two had even started dating. Mikey
could empathize a lot with your situation – it was the whole “family breakfast”
thing all over again. You were so
relieved that Mikey had liked you when Gerard introduced you to him – and now
he was going to be your brother-in-law!
You were relieved, as well, that Bandit had agreed to be
your flower girl. You were terrified that she would see you as an “evil
stepmother” forever. You knew you could never replace her mother. Linsday did,
after all, still have shared custody of the little girl. But, the two of you
had bonded, and the child seemed happy that you made her father happy.
Frank and Ray were going to be at the ceremony, too. Even
though My Chemical Romance was over with, they were still Gerard’s friends, and
wanted to be with him on his special day. You’d made sure no tabloid journalists would be there taking photos, but a lot of people from Reprise Records
and Young Animal were also going to be at the wedding. Plus, of course, all
your loved ones. Your old friend from school was one of your bridesmaids. She
teased you that when you’d written Mrs.
Gerard Way on your notebook back in the day, she didn’t think you’d
actually earn the title.
But this was real.
You were about to become Mrs. Way.
You were so filled with happiness you thought you might explode. You clutched
the bouquet in your hands and straightened your white dress.
“Ready to go?” your father smiled at you.
“I am,” you replied, taking him by the arm, and opened the
door of the church. It was the same church in New Jersey where Gerard had
buried Helena some years ago. Now, you were about to make much happier memories