#I don’t need another copy… I don’t…

[delilahsturniolo]

— 𝜗ৎ bittersuite . . . c.s

in which . . . two best friends who are unsure of their feeling for each other take it to the next level

warnings . . . bsf!chris, smut, kissing, dirty talk, a bit of dry humping, clit play.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #9

you and chris have been best friends for as long as you can remember. you've always been there for each other through thick and thin, but lately, there's been an undeniable tension between you two. you can't help but notice how attractive chris has become over the years, with his piercing blue eyes, chiseled jawline, and that infectious smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

one night, you find yourselves alone in your apartment, sipping on some wine and watching a movie. the atmosphere is electric, and you can feel the sexual tension mounting with every passing minute. chris leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck as he whispers, "i've been thinking a lot lately... about us." your heart races as you turn to face him, your eyes locking onto his. "what about us?" you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "i don’t know, i just..think about you a lot.” he whispered, you knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted him more than anything, it felt like you couldn’t breathe whenever you looked at him.

your breath hitches in your throat as you realize that you want nothing more than to explore this new, uncharted territory with him. it happens so fast, the moment your lips meet, it's like a dam breaking. all the pent-up desire and longing come rushing to the surface as you kiss passionately, your hands roaming each other's bodies. chris pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you as he deepens the kiss.

you moan softly into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. "i want you so badly," you whimper, grinding against him. chris groans, his hands slipping under your shirt, caressing your smooth skin. "fuck, you have no idea how long i've wanted this," he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck.

you help each other out of your clothes, revealing your bare bodies to one another for the first time. you take a moment to drink in the sight of chris's toned physique, his muscular chest and defined abs making your mouth water.

he lays you down on the couch, his body covering yours as he trails kisses down your chest, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples. "you're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, his hands exploring every inch of your body.

you arch your back, moaning in pleasure as his fingers find their way between your legs, thumb circling your clit. “please, chris... i need you," you beg, your body trembling with desire. he obliges, positioning himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours. "i've wanted you for so long," he breathes, slowly pushing inside you.

you gasp at the feeling of fullness, your walls clamping around him as he starts to move. "yes, chris... fuck me," you moan, your nails digging into his back. he sets a steady rhythm, thrusting deep inside you as he kisses you passionately. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. "you feel so good," he groans, his pace quickening.

you can feel your climax building, your body trembling as you near the edge. "i'm gonna cum," you whimper, your walls clenching around him. "cum for me," he encourages, thrusting harder and faster. "i want to feel you come undone around me."

with a final thrust, you topple over the edge, your body shattering into a million pieces as your orgasm crashes over you. chris follows soon after, spilling inside you with a guttural moan. as you both come down from your highs, he pulls you into his arms, kissing you tenderly. "that was... incredible," he breathes, a satisfied smile on his face.

you nestle against his chest, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. "what do we do now?" you ask softly, unsure of where this leaves your friendship. he tilts your chin up, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "we take things one day at a time," he says softly, kissing you again. "but i know one thing for sure... i don't want to lose you." you smile, your heart swelling with happiness. "you won't," you promise, sealing it with another kiss.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: i’m posting a very long fic later too!!! :)

[thevioletsunflower]

As an archival assistant can I just say: god bless the packrats

I’m currently working on sorting through the files of a woman who seemingly kept every piece of paper she ever came in contact with, each lovingly stapled to the envelope it came in. I’m just finishing up the ninth box in the collection, and there’s a lot of nonsense in there, sure. In those nine boxes are a full box’s worth of duplicate and triplicate copies of the same file I already have, another box of irrelevant stuff like shopping lists and subway maps that in no way needed to be kept, and at least two boxes of empty envelopes. But the stuff that is there? Worth it all.

She kept entire newspapers because of a single relevant article. Newspapers we didn’t have in our collection. Newspapers I’m not sure anyone has in any archive, but now preserved because of her.

She kept advertisements for museum exhibits long since packed away and forgotten. She kept blank postcards showing what people thought was worth showing off over the fifty years of her collection. And yes, she kept every letter ever sent to her, even hastily scrawled “please excuse Henry from choir practice at six he has a hockey game” notes that mean nothing individually but come together to form a picture of her life and the lives of those around her for me to see and feel fifty years down the road.

Don’t disregard the little things. You never know which ones will become the big things.

The desire to record things is a trait in a lot of autistic people. I think a lot of the beneficial “packrats” and newspaper clippings hoarders through history were probably autistic. Since childhood I’ve loved recording events in writing and photographing things. My mom hated my photography because she thought photos should be of people and kid me liked to take photos of empty rooms and buildings and trees. The world around me. The parts of it that were quietly beautiful and apt to change.

There was a mother online who had a nonverbal son who loved to make little tour videos of random places and seemingly mundane sights he thought were interesting and it confused her. It was probably because they were things that he found comforting or marvelous that may not exist forever.

[yunshn]

｡𖦹°‧⭑. JUST FRIENDS ; hyung-line au 𓂃⋆.˚

inspired by; better - khalid, IFHY - Tyler, the creator

warnings; suggestive, making out (sunghoons part), swearing, asshole jake

LEE HEESEUNG;

"I don’t get why you keep telling everyone we’re just friends." You had started your little rant, mindlessly caressing your hair by running a hand through it as an exhausted sigh left your nose.

“Heeseung, are you embarrassed by me?”

His gaze immediately lifts from the TV screen behind you, his lips parting as he tries to find the right words to tell you. Anything, even an excuse.

His mind goes blank, and you stand there and scoff, shaking your head in surprise and dissatisfaction.

“I genuinely thought I could trust you,” you spoke, the tears in your eyes slowly forming, your gaze never leaving him.

“Don’t ever contact me again.”

You grabbed your phone and keys from the couch, close to where he was sitting. He stared at you, guiltily, knowing he had messed up badly this time, and watched you leave his apartment.

—

PARK JONGSEONG ;

The atmosphere was light and playful. Everyone at the table being able to have a heartfelt conversation, keeping the ambiance lively.

You had been invited by Jay to this dinner with his friends, finally thinking that this’d be the moment where he officiates your ‘relationship’, or whatever this was. Because after all, it’s not every day a guy would willingly invite you to a dinner with his friends, right?

Apparently, you were wrong.

So wrong.

This entire moment felt ironic. You’ve been waiting excitedly and patiently for Jay to finally tell you what you two were, only to be hit with a question from someone, deep in your gut. The answer from another certain someone hitting you even deeper.

“So what are you two?” A light voice had peeked through with curiosity, catching both yours and Jay’s attention.

“Oh, we’re just friends.” He had said coldly, chuckling it off casually, as if he didn’t just shatter your heart into a million different pieces with those few words.

Your eyes set on his face, almost immediately watering up as you tried to hold it in.

Which didn’t work that well.

You quickly grabbed your bag from the chair, and quietly excused yourself before hurriedly rushing out of the restaurant.

You couldn't be in the same room as him after that. After everything you’d done. You felt defeated, and heartbroken.

—

SIM JAEYUN ;

You did it again,

Gosh, you promised yourself you wouldn’t.

After all, you knew he was just using you for his own pleasure.

But somehow, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed knowing he at least had some use of you, and that made you feel a little better.

You glanced to your right, your eyes already adjusted to the dimly lit room, as they set on the man next to you, deep in thought as you quietly watched his eyes flutter open and shut. You had let out a content hum.

“Can I stay over tonight?” Your voice had barely caught his attention. His gaze switching from his phone to your blanket-covered self.

“What?” He had asked. His eyebrows furrowing in response as he waited for you to repeat yourself.

“I asked if i could sleep over,” You repeated, your voice clearer than before, as you gazed at him, your eyes glowing with hope.

Jake had looked at you with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. A small smile crossed his face as he chuckled. “Oh,”

“I don’t do sleepovers, sorry” His voice ran through your head like an echo. But you continued.

“Jake, it’s late, and I feel uncomfortable going home this late..” You tried to argue back, a small pout forming on your lips.

“Okay? That's not my fault now is it?” He scoffed, putting his phone down on his bedside table, as he sat down and put his shirt back on, completely disregarding you.

“Come on,” You started, sitting back up and copying his previous motions.

“Just get out yn, I don’t need you here anymore.” He rolled his eyes, starting to get quite irritated by your persistence.

“Fuck you.” You angrily got out of his bed, putting your pants back on, quickly snatching your stuff from the bedside table.

“You already did that, though” He chuckled cheekily, watching as you walked out of his room, slamming it shut. A quiet ‘geez’ leaving his lips through a mumble.

—

PARK SUNGHOON ;

You both had agreed to keep this a secret. And you both knew what you were getting yourselves into.

But it didn’t stop you both, did it?

Sunghoon had quietly signaled you by tilting his head toward the bathroom to follow him. The butterflies immediately fluttered in your stomach, as you made sure none of your friends were looking at you two.

“I need to go to the bathroom” you had quietly announced, all of them too engaged with the movie playing as you slowly and carefully slipped off from the couch. Following Sunghoon after a few moments had passed, to not make it all seem suspicious.

He was waiting patiently for you, hearing your feet silently tap across the floor as you walked through the hallway to the bathroom. You spotted him leaning his body sideways on the door frame, waiting for you.

Once his eyes laid on you, a smile had plastered it’s way onto his face. Immediately grabbing you gently, as if it were a natural instinct.

“Hi hoon,” You whispered, the distance between your bodies being closed off by him holding you closer by your waist. The sheepish smile on your face never faltering.

“Hey baby,” Sunghoon spoke, his words spilling from his lips like they were honey. Sticky and sweet. He had started tracing kisses from your neck to your jawline, a slow and content hum leaving his mouth yet again.

“I missed you a lot, you know?” He mumbled, keeping his focus on giving you soft and gentle kisses, as his ears rang due to your chuckle. The blush immediately starting to peak through from his ears.

“Hoon, we were literally in the same room for two hours,” You laughed, your smile growing even bigger.

“Okay, but could I do this?” He had spoken in a questioning tone. His lips crashed onto yours before you could say anything else.

You instinctively put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. A quiet hum leaving his lips as he let his lips roam around yours even deeper than before.

Sunghoon had changed your positions, making you the one who's leaning on the doorframe now, one arm still holding you closer by your waist, and the other being placed on your jaw.

And just before it could’ve gotten better, a loud voice had caught both of your guys’ attention.

“Holy shit, I knew it!”

“I knew there was something between you two!” Jungwon had gasped, his hand covering his mouth.

That had snapped both of you back into reality. You immediately pushed yourself away from Sunghoon. Your focus now redirected to Jungwon.

𝓢. NOTE — hey guys!!! i just made my first smau here… hopefully you guys enjoy😭😭😭😭 and im rlly sorry i made jake such an asshole i js had this song playing and i got rlly inspired 😅 also thank u so so much my twin sine for helping me get inspiration to make this

[puprdou]

Hi hi! I unfortunately suffer from chronic bajinitis so I shall ask for your headcanons for baji for your event <3 picking just three was hard because I lowkey wanna know everything, but I managed to narrow it down to d,k, and m ^^

ㅤㅤnsfw alphabetㅤㅤ──ㅤㅤbaji keisuke

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ D──K──M

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s always fantasized about face-fucking you in public. almost every single day. he doesn’t do it for your comfort, as he respects your boundaries, so he decides to never say anything about it despite the hard-on he gets all the time just from these dirty thoughts. just the mere idea of it; pinning you down on your knees before him with all of his friends watching as spit, drool ’nd cum all dribbled down your chin as he’s shoving your face down to the base of his cock.. he has to go home ’nd jerk off all alone every single time after he hangs out with his friends because you aren’t there for some damn reason! he gets pouty about it, i mean, come on, why don’t you just let him do it so that he stops pouting?

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely humiliation. he gets off on your tears, the way you puff out your cheeks, lips puckered out so sadly as he continuously degrades ’nd humiliates you in your ear as he’s pounding into you. you even dare thinking of having an ego ’nd he’s fuckin’ you dumb to remind you how stupid you really are, a complete idiot, a cockdrunk bitch who can barely go a few days without cock stuffin’ ya full. ’nd he’ll make sure you know it too—he’ll go slow when you need him to be rough, he won’t let you cum, he’ll stop mid-fucking you just to hear you say what a dumb bitch you are for him. so, yeah, it’s safe to say he has a thing for humiliating you. ♡

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it really doesn’t take much to turn him on. wearing one of his shirts or hoodies with nothing, not even panties on underneath? he’s bricked up. laying down on your stomach where your ass is perky ’nd showing under those little clothes? he’s bricked up. sitting on his lap? he’s bricked up. do literally anything? bricked up. it doesn’t take much of damn near anything to get him turned on, especially if you’re purposefully teasing him. sometimes he’ll be too oblivious to notice, most of the time he’ll utterly live seeing you be such a tease ’nd trying to be dominant against him of all people.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

────bajinitis is so relatable, me too</3 also,, u can always send in another ask for different letters if you wanna know more pft! feel free to send in more f’him^^

[lucysarah1875]

The whole “cancellation” happening around Sabrina Carpenter just proves that women still aren’t allowed to express their sexual desires or fantasies — unless it’s wrapped in cute, little, “girly” packaging. It’s wild how men, or literally anyone else in society, are allowed to be loud and explicit about what they want… except women, especially when it comes to wanting a guy.

It’s like sexual liberation is for everyone — except us. As if being “modest” is some kind of feminist badge of honor? They sound like my ultra-Catholic aunt: “If you don’t respect yourself doing that, you’re encouraging guys…” Excuse me? Oh, so now we’re blaming women for how men perceive or treat them? I thought victim blaming was something we didn’t like.

“But what she’s doing is hurting us because guys will think it’s okay!” Oh, okay — so women aren’t allowed to enjoy or express something because it might give men the wrong idea? Ever heard of consent? If a man goes around doing something because he saw an album cover or heard a song lyric — that’s a him problem. I play shooting games, I don’t go around shooting people. Why do we act like men are these brainless creatures who’ll copy anything they see? Men aren’t stupid. Men know exactly what they’re doing. Men know they can pretend to be stupid, and they know they’ll get away with it — by blaming women.

If a man degrades or disrespects a woman, it’s not because of a pop album cover. That man was always going to do that, album cover or not.

“It’s insulting to other women.” Maybe to you. That’s her art. That’s her body. She didn’t drag another woman onto that cover — she did it herself. Or are we now policing how a woman should feel about her own image?

“Any sane woman would think being treated like that is sick.” Oh, congrats to Maria02236 on TikTok for discovering kinks! Repeat after me: WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE KINKS AND TO BE LOUD ABOUT THEM.Women are allowed to explore, enjoy, and express their kinks — as long as it’s consensual. Or are the only acceptable kinks the ones in BL fantasies? Or when men talk about them? Or when women are dominant? What if Sabrina is submissive in bed? What if she likes power dynamics? “The message would be better if she was the one in power.” Why? First, that’s not the message she’s choosing to express. Second, she’s allowed to be a confident, independent, mature woman — who happens to enjoy being submissive in bed. One thing doesn’t cancel out the other.

The way some “feminists” lately sound like: “We need to be demure, mature, elegant, soft, and respectable — so society will respect us.” It’s giving 1950s Puritan vibes. Be a “powerful woman”… but only if you like glitter, pink, and soft, innocent things. Don’t be sexual — people will think we’re all whores! Be elegant. Be innocent. Sing about heartbreak, about anger — but never, ever sing about how much you love sucking dick. No, no, that’s not ladylike. We’re supposed to be better. We’re supposed to be soft, delicate, innocent… 🥰

[goldenlevi]

Stranger

❀ Summary: You and Bucky take a break. ❀ Warnings: afab ❀ italics and '' for flashback e.g 'Lorem ipsum' ❀ I don’t allow reposts

part one

‘You could see the hesitation on the woman’s face, and the way her body tensed up when Bucky stepped forward to shield you from them purely on instinct. “You don’t need to restrain him,” you spoke confidently, attempting to stop any possible conflict. 

She halted in her tracks before turning to the awaiting guards. “We need to make sure he doesn’t escape. And doesn’t hurt anyone,” the woman eyed you closely. “Can you assure us of that?” 

You nodded without a second thought, your eyes trained on hers. “Yes.” Bucky moved to intertwine his fingers with yours, you squeezed his hand firmly as if to say ‘I got you’. 

His ice blue eyes barely left your own during the entire trip.’

Your eyes suddenly opened, instinctively finding the pillow next to you, the one that had a baby blue case. The exact shade you loved so, because it reminded you of him, and the eyes who always stared back. Dreaming of him wasn’t uncommon, and you recall the relief you felt the moment it no longer left feelings of sadness -only pure longing. You could handle longing. 

Still, you missed him.

Whilst your body was still asleep, you took advantage and momentarily closed your eyes once again. You breathed in, trying to focus on the fathom feeling of his fingers, still intertwined with yours. From the dream-memory to reality. If you focused just right, his eyes were still right there. You even tried to fall back to sleep, though unsuccessfully.

It wasn’t all bad though; you weren’t working today, and you definitely weren’t training. You weren’t a superhero, so strict scheduling be damned. You stayed in bed for a while longer, scrolling absently on your phone, before getting out of it and starting your day. 

You opened the curtains letting sunlight in, needing the sun to help snap out of your daze. Choosing a playlist that is now unquestionably overplayed, the first song begins, and the familiar tune fills the sunlit room bringing it comfort.

The room was a reflection of yourself. It had a few photo frames of friends and closest family with a mixture of your work. Too many flash drives and notebooks could be found all over your home, even outside your home office. Random books that made it to your bedroom from their space in the living room, now sit on your bedside table. Books that had been recommended to you and contained memories of people who had contributed significantly to your life. 

For now, there were only two. One that had been approved by Tony, frequently praised when you worked for him. Another by Steve, saying he once heard it was both emotional and insightful. Besides them, another two pictures laid; a candid one you took with your phone of him. He was smiling at you and his eyes had a blinding light you couldn’t quite describe, though looking at it always made the warmth inside you spread, until nothing but calmness was left. 

The other was both of you's favorites as a couple. Bucky had asked for copies, and since then kept one in his wallet. The photograph was simple; before you left Wakanda with him, there was a small celebration. In it, the room had been lit with warm lights, making the blue and green in your clothes pop. Bucky was holding you with both arms, while yours wrapped around his neck. There were people surrounding you, yet it was clear to any pair of eyes, the couple couldn’t see them. They turned into blurs, merely background when the two collided. Your eyes were locked with small, soft, and knowing smiles directed at one another. 

On the other side of the four walls, a now untouched bedside table kept the same appearance as it always did. There was a digital clock in the back, the same picture of you two next to it, a watch and a small brown notebook. The dog tags that used to be a part of it, consistently placed in the exact same manner, no longer there.

Sometimes, right after waking up, your body would be facing that same side; and it filled you with a feeling of being stuck in time. Even if things had changed, even if you had made the decision that led to it. 

Hours later, you stared through a window to your right, as your friend sat in front of you finishing a work call. Her long black hair was styled in a single braid and her voice, a very much welcomed familiar sound, filled the small space between the two of you as your mind inevitability wandered. You two had met in a coffee shop near your house. It was a small and cozy place, where the aroma of freshly baked bread always greeted you even before opening the entrance door. There were picture frames decorating the walls, showcasing the family that owned it, as it expanded throughout the years. 

A young woman working behind the counter seemed to find you interesting. Her stare wasn't harmful, simply filled with unwanted curiosity. Curiosity, that you could feel radiating from her body, as much as you tried to ignore it. You briefly looked up to focus on the sky instead; it was a light gray and rain fell steadily in a soothing rhythm. It appeared to be mocking you though, this was the exact weather that always created a sharp pain on your forehead, before beginning to spread.  

He used to help with it. 

He would place his metal hand on your forehead or on your neck, letting the cold embrace your muscles. You once told him that the part that reminded him of being ‘less human’, was as helpful and good as the rest of him. You recall the way the corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes had a bittersweet look to them. He then wordlessly kissed your hair in response. 

It was as much your fault as it was his.

The moment that led to the decision to take some time apart. It had been a difficult conversation, the words just left you and the way he looked at you, like you’d punched him straight in the gut, had since been carved into the back of your mind. Regardless, part of you still hoped he stayed after it all. 

You’d always prided yourself in being a logical person, sure, it had its pros and cons but staying rational kept you sane. And so, you were aware that taking a break was the right route to choose back then. You eventually emerged from your daydreaming when Hayden began to end her conversation. Her light brown eyes twinkled with amusement and a hint of sympathy as she muttered a ‘Sorry’. Waving her off with a small smile, you gestured towards the counter. 

As you waited in line to pay, your eyes wandered toward the pastries. Stress was always a good enough excuse to have more sugar in your body than you actually needed. You ordered a few to take home, when a voice interrupted your thoughts. 

“Hi. I’m new! But I’ve heard that you come here a lot,” It was the same young woman that had been staring at your table for the last hour. She had short red hair with bright brown eyes that seemed to hold tones of nervousness. You raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for her to continue. “Right. So, I-I heard that you used to come here a lot- I mean, with The Winter Soldier.” Her voice got quieter towards the end. 

Oh. Of course. 

Gradually, irritation began to show itself in your face, and you could feel the sarcastic response ready on the tip of your tongue. But you reminded yourself that this girl was young, new, and seemingly harmless enough. You let out a short sigh, before replying with a small, practiced smile. “Yes, that’s true. Is there anything you’d like to ask?” 

Her eyes widened, as if she wasn’t expecting the question. “I guess I do have one question,” she fiddled with her apron strings. “Just… How is he? I mean…what is he actually like?” it wasn’t a new question; your neighbors had long asked you the same thing, back when he first began to appear more at your building. And then, shared their pleasantly surprised filled opinions and stories after having small interactions with him. You thought it was sweet. 

However, you didn’t know this girl like you knew your neighbours. There were enemies still out there, looking for Bucky and people like him. “Just a normal man,” you replied with a guarded voice. Lies. She thankfully didn’t push it further; you hope your tone would suffice to hint that he wasn’t a topic you were going to elaborate on. She nodded, muttering a thanks and handed you the bag.

“Whatcha got?” your friend asked animatedly. You opened the bag, and carefully took out the small box, turning it towards her with a ‘tada’ gesture. “Fuck,” You swore almost immediately upon looking closely at the little delicious sugar filled pastries. You definitely didn’t mean to buy all of those. Especially not his favorites – You must have ordered them solely by habit. “Have these if you wanna,” you pointed to the middle. “I don’t like them very much.”

Hayden frowned in confusion. “Then why did you buy them?” she asked. 

“It was a mistake.” you simply shrugged. 

“Liar.” she replied with her mouth full, making you laugh. 

Hayden had been working over at S.H.I.E.L.D prior to the big HYDRA reveal for exactly 7 years. She was strong, determined, and incredibly loyal; which made leaving the job a hard call to make. Although she could and did still get into contact with people like Nick Fury if needed, what truly drove her was the need to turn things around, and finally contribute to something that was just good. Hayden had to hide for longer than desired, as current and former agents alike were still being hunted. One day, whilst attempting to keep herself hidden, Steve crashed her carefully constructed bubble and came to her with a favor. 

It was no secret he was in need of help, and a trustworthy cybersecurity expert was exactly what he was looking for. Which was where you’d come in. At that point in time, the Captain didn’t have many people who he trusted, but Hayden’s word had been enough for him to let you in. She was the main reason as to why you met Steve and then him. The black haired woman in front of you had changed your life in numerous ways, and you knew you wouldn’t be the same without her.

When you thought back to the first meeting, you recollect how bright her brown eyes shone with a different type of spark after you and Bucky first met.

‘The first time you saw him, your body seemingly forgot how to move. It was like you were hit with a temporary shock that tore through your flesh, and it demanded that you stayed still. Still enough so that his ice-cold eyes could ram into you until you were nothing but an open book. One, that he slowly memorized, and began filling with nothing but yearning.

You decided right then, the reason why you loved winter was only a simple pretense to prepare you for him. 

You extended your arm and offered him your hand, patiently waiting for him to make a decision. Naturally, he hesitated at first, it being in his best interest to assess each person before any contact took place. But Steve trusted Hayden, and she trusted you. He still frowned instinctively whilst those thoughts ran through his mind. He hated himself for acting as if your hand could taunt him.

As soon as your hands met, goosebumps filled your arm. A spark that began within you, ran across your muscles to the tip of your fingers that held onto his. Then, it travelled through his own as if it had done countless times before, until it peacefully settled deep within Bucky. Realistically, you knew only mere seconds passed, but in that time he entered your life as much as you entered his. 

An odd look transpired between the two of you. You hoped that it was only due to whatever it had just occurred - part of you screamed that you were nothing but a stranger to him, and nothing truly had happened besides one-sided attraction. 

At most, you were nothing but a stranger that perhaps held his hand for far too long. 

“Bucky,” he gave you his name after a beat had passed, and you instantly stored it in your mind the way his voice sounded as he said his own name. The edge of your lips lifted forming a controlled but safe smile, before you responded with your own. 

On an average Monday afternoon, he felt his heart skipping for the first time in a long, long while. 

All for a stranger.’

[rustyelias]

Borrowing this beautiful bastard from a friend!!

Bitches be gay as hell

OMG!!!!!! I LOVE THAT VERISON!! it’s so pretty oughh!!!

basil calling dorian a good boy… I know what you are basil I know

[youngerfrankenstein]

Soundwave superior.

This is why you don’t mess with someone’s cat.

[hanzajesthanza]

maybe i just don’t follow enough about the fanfiction community anymore but… i feel like plot and story, and actually making scenes make sense and have structure and purpose, is harder to get write than even other things about writing that i consider hard—like having consistent, relevant pacing and creating natural-sounding, in-character dialogue.

and from what i’ve seen, it’s like no one ever talks about improving this major overarching skill, when compared to how much as they talk about minute and minor details to improve with your writing, like the vocab you use.

and maybe fanfiction is uniquely challenged here because the point of it (if the source material is decent, anyways) is supposed to be that it’s not necessary, and is often without a serious purpose and written without structure.

my interpretation of it is that the core of writing (which is giving your readers a reason to read) is assumed to be already accomplished when you write fanfiction—because it’s fanfiction—but this is often to the detriment of the writing, no matter if it’s fanfiction or not, because writing needs that purpose to exist.

[hazelcephalopod]

Alright. So the new medical drama “Brilliant Minds” staring Zachary Quinto as a neurologist called Dr. Oliver Wolf (I believe based loosely on and the work of Dr. Oliver Sacks, tangent go look him up when you have a minute you won’t regret it.) has been out for a while now. Tbh it’s both House-esque, and suffering from a serious case of season one and frankly odd choices. I personally love that, everyone -it the large opening cast- has a suitcase of backstory, the pacing is somehow breakneck and slow. Just haunting the whole thing are Wolfs dead daddy issues, and inability to let people in resulting in impulse control problems, and abrasives -he’s really nice to his patients, and anyone standing in the way of their care he’s not at all. He kidnaps an old man with dementia from his nursing home in episode one so the man can play the piano at his granddaughters wedding. Gleefully, on a motorcycle! Also he’s faceblind, gay, and well, refusing to deal with any of his mental problems.

Is it it good? At times it’s excellent and the most recent episode alone pulls it well above most tv I’ve seen lately. There are certainly, oddities, as I said a very serious case of season one and this season should have more episodes. Idk how many episodes it’s gonna have but I know it’s not enough. I think it deserves a second season. I really want to see where it goes. I really want to see how far they can get with it. Plz watch it!

[nina-ya]

coworkers are fucking me over and corporate thinks I can’t do my job yeehaw healthcare worker things 💃

[tariah23]

Man, I still remember participating in one of the many jjba zines that I took part in and how my piece was placed as the first page (for the second time) and how one of my mutuals/artists that I’ve always admired, hit me with the “oh… you’re on the front page again… 😅…” like man, that kind of killed me lmfao. I never got over it like man, what was that about.

[gothteddiesdotcom]

not to brag about being good at my job but I’ve now developed two separate tools for debugging entirely on my own within my company entirely from scratch without help and A. it makes my job so much fucking easier and B. my boss is thinks im incredible just because im too lazy to want to write the same bits of code over and over just for debugging purposes

[titsthedamnseason]

just formed a mega good plan in my head!!

[exopelagic]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE

[kissbabie]

he’s clingy when you ride him ♡

your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.

“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”

your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.

“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”

when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.

"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"

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