pining, longing, yearning

And maybe John should argue. Because he is not pretty. Not with his strong jaw and full beard and broad shoulders. Men like John aren't called such a delicate thing, they don't have the soft alluring features that would warrant a word like that. John doesn't have the features to should elicit such a confession from Bob.

Just, the symbolism... it is delicious. They were fated.

[rb] this detail is sooooo special to me <3 that is some soulmate shit!!

logically i think john is the only one who could figure it out. and it's not the kind of thing that would just come to him, he'd have to really think about it. it's not something he paid attention to in the moment but it lingers in the back of his mind. maybe one day everyone is talking about how no one really knows how or why bob woke up. john starts thinking about what happened and suddenly it hits him. he remembers where the box was. he remembers throwing the shield and the table flying in that direction. and he just says a bit distantly, "jesus, i think it was me."

john explains what he believes happened. that he was the one who woke bob up. bob, who has been sitting at his side the whole time, stares at him for a few seconds and then grabs his face and kisses him. ava and yelena pretend to gag as john kisses him back, not actually sure where the sudden passion came from. he brushes bob's hair behind his ear and asks, "what was that for?" bob says, "you saved me." john argues, "it was an accident." but does it matter that it was an accident? without john, bob wouldn't be there. given his invulnerability, he likely wouldn't have burned, but he wouldn't have woken up either. maybe not ever.

truthfully, bob has never really believed in fate or soulmates or anything of the sort. but this is the closest he's ever gotten. to john, it feels like proof that they are meant to be together, even when he has his little doubts about being with a man. this is something he goes back to every time he feels like a bad person. he woke bob up. he saved bob. it doesn't matter that it was an accident. he did it. anyone who thinks he'll never be a hero doesn't know that his greatest accomplishment is that.

BUCKY BARNES ꫂ ၴႅၴ dahlia [dignity, inner strength, change]

BOB REYNOLDS ꫂ ၴႅၴ cherry blossom [impermanence, renewal, strength]

ALEXEI SHOSTAKOV ꫂ ၴႅၴ king protea [courage, daring, transformation]

YELENA BELOVA ꫂ ၴႅၴ daffodils [rebirth, new beginnings, faithfulness]

AVA STARR ꫂ ၴႅၴ stargazer lily [sympathy, prosperity, ambition]

reading @lollypopunicorn14's priest john fic yesterday and i remembered i had a big priest kink lol. this priest john was inspired by that.

plus i also remembered i had a slow and sappy priest john au of my own where john is a grumpy roman catholic priest on the verge of quitting. he gets transferred to a small parish where bob lives and they become friends. :)

Soooo Comission info!

Yea, im in a little situation rn and could really use the money, guys. If you want someone to bring your oc to life or just someone that draws you with your blorbo then im your guy! I do basically anything except for nsfw and complicated stuff like robots and all that, not cause i don’t want to but mainly cause im not too good at it.

Soooo Comission info!

Yea, im in a little situation rn and could really use the money, guys. If you want someone to bring your oc to life or just someone that draws you with your blorbo then im your guy! I do basically anything except for nsfw and complicated stuff like robots and all that, not cause i don’t want to but mainly cause im not too good at it.

After they’d both eaten a second bowl, and Rocco had finished cleaning up (which mostly just involved dropping the dishes in the sink to worry about tomorrow), he went up to the loft to get bedding for the couch. Arms full of musty blankets, and the spare pillow from his own bed, he nearly trips coming to a stop halfway down the staircase at the sight of Ed holding up one corner of a sheet, staring at his latest painting with a thoughtful expression that makes Rocco’s chest burn. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spits out. The guy turns to him without dropping the sheet back down, curiosity turning him into a giant freaking puppy. “You made this?” He scoffs. Opens his mouth to say…something, before closing it again. Finally, he just sniffs, and keeps his head down, while moving all the way back into the living room. “Yeah…it’s just…a little something I’ve been messing around with in my free time, you know?” Ed raises both eyebrows. “...Doesn’t exactly scream ‘little’ to me.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly ask, did I?’