#I’m reading normal people and it is. SO good

[magical-reid]

The Bucky Barnes Cake Conspiracy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (implied) Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 800

Summary: When Wanda convinces you and Natasha to do the “Hear Me Out” cake trend, you think it’s just harmless fun. That is, until every single one of your picks is a different version of Bucky Barnes, the entire Tower gets involved, and Bucky himself finds out in the most humiliating way possible—via Wanda’s viral video.

It started as a joke.

A harmless, ridiculous joke.

And then it spiraled into something much, much worse.

“I’m just saying,” Wanda said, shoving her phone in your face as the three of you wandered through the grocery store, “we should do it.”

Natasha glanced at the screen. “Oh, the ‘Hear Me Out’ cake trend? That’s dumb.”

“Exactly!” Wanda grinned. “Which makes it perfect for us.”

You furrowed your brows, watching the TikTok she’d pulled up. The trend was simple: buy a plain cake, decorate it with pictures of celebrities or characters you found attractive, and then justify your crush by sticking ‘Hear Me Out’ in the middle.

It was stupid. But also hilarious.

“I’m in,” you said.

Natasha groaned. “Fine. But I’m not helping if this turns into another Tower-wide disaster.”

Wanda hummed, already making a beeline for the bakery aisle. “Oh, it definitely will.”

Back at the Tower, you sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter as Wanda set up her phone. The cake—a plain white-frosted one you’d grabbed from the store—sat in the center of the table, looking all innocent. It had no idea it was about to be used for nonsense.

“Okay,” Wanda said, grinning. “Time to put down our picks.”

Natasha went first. She taped a photo of Keanu Reeves onto a skewer and stuck it into the cake. Classic. No one would question it.

Then Wanda went. Pedro Pascal. Another solid choice.

And then you—

“Y/N,” Natasha deadpanned. “Are you serious?”

You hesitated, mid-skewer placement. “…What?”

Wanda started cackling.

Because instead of picking three different people like a normal person, you had, without realizing it, picked three different versions of Bucky Barnes.

One was a picture of him in his tactical gear, scowling like he was about to murder someone (hot). Another was of him in a hoodie and jeans, looking all soft and domestic (also hot). And the third? The one that really sealed your fate?

It was a close-up of his metal arm.

You winced. “Okay. I see how this looks—”

“This looks like a confession,” Wanda said gleefully, already zooming in on your picks.

“Oh my God,” Natasha muttered, running a hand down her face.

“I panicked!” you hissed. “I wasn’t thinking—I just grabbed the first ones that looked good!”

Wanda was shaking with laughter. “Oh, babe. This isn’t panic. This is obsession.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the counter. “I hate you both.”

The video went up on Wanda’s account that night.

By the next morning, it had one million views.

And the Tower was in absolute chaos.

Clint greeted you at breakfast with a slow, knowing grin. “So,” he said, spreading cream cheese onto his bagel, “should we start calling you Mrs. Barnes, or—?”

You threw a banana at his head.

Sam nearly fell off the couch laughing when he saw the video. “You put the metal arm?” he wheezed. “Oh, you’re down bad.”

Steve, who had clearly been dragged into this nonsense against his will, just gave you a long, unimpressed look over his coffee. “You could’ve just told him, you know.”

Tony, of course, had the most Tony reaction possible. “This is the most effort I’ve ever seen someone put into a crush. If I had known Bucky was your type, I would’ve set up an HR department just to make this more scandalous.”

You wanted the Earth to swallow you whole.

But the worst part?

Bucky.

Because by some miracle, he hadn’t seen the video yet.

Which meant you were living on borrowed time.

It happened later that night.

You were curled up on the couch, pretending to read a book but mostly trying to avoid eye contact with the entire human population, when Bucky strolled into the common room.

“Hey, doll.”

Your stomach flipped. “Hey.”

He sat next to you, arms stretched out over the back of the couch, his face unreadable. For a brief, fleeting moment, you thought—maybe he doesn’t know.

And then—

“So,” he said, far too casually. “You like my arm that much, huh?”

Your entire body locked up.

Your soul left your body.

Your mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

“I—what—who—?”

Bucky chuckled. “I saw the video.”

You shut your eyes. “Kill me.”

He hummed, like he was thinking about it. “Nah. ‘Cause then who’s gonna take me on that date you clearly want?”

You choked. “What—”

Bucky turned to face you fully, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “If you wanted me so bad, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked.”

Your entire brain short-circuited. “I—That’s—You—”

Bucky leaned in, voice low. “Next time, maybe write my number on the cake instead.”

You exhaled sharply, heart hammering. “Are you—Are you flirting with me?”

His grin widened. “You tell me.”

You stared at him. Then at the door. Then back at him.

Finally, you sighed, rubbing your temples. “Fine. But if we go on a date, I’m making Wanda pay for it.”

Bucky laughed, eyes warm. “Deal.”

[felixleftchickennugget]

I HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO SAY.

I don’t know if it was YOU but someone on this app uploaded a five some of txt members and it was a dum dum flavor thing like.. it was horror themed with masks like ghost and stuff but they basically all of them have their way with the reader and I seriously can’t remember who made that masterpiece but DUDE they were the reason I gave stuff like this a try because some people write a little to good.. I’m rambling but OH MY GOD. I wouldn’t read this shit unless i gave it a shot and ngl.. you ate this UP. you did a LITTLE to good and i thought this was super good!!! I don’t normally read shit like this but THIS. THISSSS WAS SO GOOD. It actually gagged me and made me sit for a minute to think about what I just read cause HONESTLY. I would see Chan just watching first and get turned on watching someone rail into the reader😭 you seriously did SO well. I’m trying not to gas you up but i actually really liked this!!! Seriously keep writing, I will be looking out for your content <3

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Pairing: Chan/Hyunjin/Han/Changbin x Reader

Summary: You're in a relationship with all four men, and tonight is the night for something special.

Warnings: Smut [ unprotected sex, creampies x4, oral - f. receiving/m. receiving, light hair pulling, lots of good girl, just smutty things in general] 18+ ONLY. MDNI

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This was commissioned by @pixie0627 ! I hope you love it! Also HUGE thank you to @iridescentxstars for being my beta reader/helper/idea bouncer/everything else on this. I so appreciate you!!

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“Who's ready for a movie night?” You yell out as you walk into your boyfriend's apartment, who he shares with your other boyfriends. You close the door behind you, seeing Changbin sitting on the couch, the other three not yet in the room.

“Hi, beautiful.” Changbin smiles.

“Hi Binnie.” You grin, setting down your purse on the chair, walking into the room. Changbin stands up, pulling you into him, giving you a kiss before sitting back down on the couch.

“Where are the others?” You ask, trying to peek into different rooms.

“Uh, Chan's in the kitchen, Hyunjin is in his room and Han had to run out but he'll be back soon.” He responds. You shuffle your feet, making your way into the kitchen, seeing Chan standing at the sink washing dishes. You sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hi, baby.” He laughs. You move around to his side as he turns his head, planting a kiss on your already puckered lips.

“Hi.” You smile, letting go of him, heading out of the kitchen and to the hallway towards Hyunjins room. Without knocking, you push the door open, rushing into his room to jump on him as he lays in his bed.

“Surprise.” You laugh, your hair dangling in your face. Hyunjin laughs with you, pushing your hair away before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“It's not a surprise if I knew you were coming.” He mumbles, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“But you didn't know when I was coming, so it's still a surprise.” You say back. “Come on, it's movie night.” You finish, trying to pry yourself out of his grip.

“Is Han even back yet?” He asks. “I'm sure we've got time before he gets back…” He says, grabbing your ass.

“You know damn well it's not your night tonight.” You giggle, wiggling out of his embrace. You help pull him out of bed, dragging him behind you towards the living room. As soon as the two of you make it to the living room, the front door opens and Han walks in, his face lighting up the second he sees you.

“You're here already.” He smiles, giving you a kiss before taking his bags to the kitchen.

Changbin and Hyunjin pull you down onto the couch with them as you all wait for Chan and Han to be done in the kitchen so you can start the movie.

“What are we watching tonight?” You ask, watching Chan and Han place snacks onto the coffee table.

“It's between The Nun and The Nun 2.” Chan sighs.

“Who put Han in charge of picking the movie for movie night?” You groan.

“Don’t worry, we'll protect you, baby.” Hyunjin laughs as they all settle into their spots. Changbin and Hyunjin sat beside you, while Han sat between your legs on the floor. Chan on the other hand, sat in a chair by himself, which you didn't question, and soon you would find out why.

You had a hard time concentrating on the movie. On one side you had Changbin holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the inside of your palm, while Hyunjin on the other side of you, had his hand on your thigh, slowly creeping up, gently squeezing you, making you feel a lot of different things. Han sat below you, rubbing your legs, it felt so fucking good, it made you want to let out a moan, but only for a second until you glanced over at Chan, who paid no attention to the movie, but instead sat there and watched you with the other three. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, it was too dark in the room, but you could feel his eyes on you.

You wanted to say something to him, but before you could, the movie paused, and the lights remained off. The touches stopped as Chan sits on the edge of the chair.

“Y/N.” He begins.

“Yes?” You respond.

“Do you remember the conversation we had with you a few weeks ago?” He asks

“We've had a few conversations in the last few weeks.” You murmur.

“You know which one I'm talking about.” He says, his voice was firm, unwavering. You knew he wasn't playing around.

“The one…with… all…” you trail off, the knot in your stomach growing bigger.

“The one with all of us baby, use your words.” Chan says.

“Yeah… the one with all of us.” You whisper.

“Are you comfortable with that?” He asks.

“I… um…” You stutter.

“Use. Your. Words.” Chan says, again. His voice is a little more stern now. “If you don't want to, then tell us. This only works if you're honest about what you want and what you don't want.”

You clear your throat. “I want to, but I'm just… scared, I guess.”

“We'll talk you through the whole thing, baby.” Changbin says, squeezing your hand.

“What are you scared of?” Chan asks. His voice is now soothing and calm. You can feel Han still rubbing your leg, Changbins hand still in yours, Hyunjins hand still wrapped around your thigh.

“That it's going to be too much…” You whisper.

“Speak up, baby.” Hyunjin urges, squeezing your thigh.

“It'll be too much for me, that it'll hurt.” You say again, speaking a little louder this time. “Or I won't be good at it… and you'll all be disappointed.”

Chan chuckles lightly. “I thought you would know better by now, baby.” He begins. “There is no way that you could disappoint us. If you want to try and it's uncomfortable for you, or you don't like it, whatever the case is, then we stop. If you're not enjoying it, then we're not enjoying it.” He explains.

“You are our main priority.” Han chimes in. “That's why we have a safe word. You remember what it is, right?” He asks.

“Pineapple.” You say.

“Good girl.” Changbin murmurs.

“This is your decision. If you want to go ahead then say so, but if you don't, you can have your night with Han as planned.” Chan tells you. He slouches back in his chair, legs spread as he watches you. Changbin and Hyunjin both turn their heads to face you, while Han spins on the floor to face you as well. You bite your lip as you try to decide what you want to do. You did want to go through with this, and you knew that if you wanted to stop, they would, but new and out of your comfort zones were always terrifying.

“Let's give her a minute to decide.” Chan says, getting up from his chair. The three others all follow suit, getting up to leave the living room.

“Wait!” You call out, standing up as they walk towards the kitchen. They all turn around to face you, waiting for your answer.

“Yes.” You whisper.

Chan looks at you with another eyebrow raised. You clear your throat, taking a deep breath.

“Yes.” You say louder. “I want to do this.”

**

You had met Chan first, and when you started seeing him more, you had finally told him you were a virgin. In the past some men found it weird and ended up ghosting you, or they became weirdly obsessed with the fact that you hadn't been with anyone else, to the point that you ended things with them. But not Chan. He remained his usual self, and when he brought you home to meet his roommates, even in your lack of experience, you knew there was a certain kind of dynamic there.

A few days into hanging out, Chan sat you down with Han, Changbin and Hyunjin and that's when he started the talk, specifically the talk about all of you being in a relationship together. At first you were taken aback, how the hell were you supposed to be in a relationship with all four of them, what if you didn't like them in that kind of way? Chan somehow knew that wasn't going to be an issue and had you start going out on dates with each of them, of course with your consent. It didn't take long after that for you to realize that you had fallen for each of them. They all brought something to your different relationships that the others maybe didn't have, or it isn't their strong suit. But when it came to sex, fucking, making love, whatever you wanted to call it, they were all on the similar side. Gentle when needed, rough when needed, always putting you first and making sure you were more than taken care of. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you could be happy with more than one man, but here you were, almost 2 years later and you had never been happier.

**

“You're sure?” Hyunjin asks as they all walk towards you.

You nod your head yes, unsure if you were going to be able to actually speak.

“Words.” Chan grunts, grabbing onto your hand.

“Yes, I'm sure.” You manage to squeak.

“Good girl.” Chan smiles. “Let's go.” He finishes, turning around, walking towards a bedroom. You don't follow, feeling stuck in your spot. Han notices first, walking back down the hallway to grab your hand, pulling you towards Chan's room with the rest of them.

As soon as you're in the room, the door closes and there's hands pulling and grabbing at you. Chan stands behind you as Hyunjin comes up to you, kissing you. His lips are soft as they gently move against yours. Your face is pulled away from Hyunjin's, as Changbin presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He releases you, Han’s hand grabs the back of your head, moving in for a kiss of his own, leaving you breathless. Changbin is peppering kisses against your neck before Han pulls away from you. You let out quiet moans as their hands are all over your body, touching you in places that make your knees weak. Your body tenses, Chan can feel it immediately.

“Just relax baby.” Chan whispers into your ear, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

Han reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. Hyunjin unbuttons your pants, kneeling down to pull them down your body. You step out of your pants, Hyunjin's hands grazing up your legs, his fingers touching your clothed cunt. Chan unhooks your bra, letting it slide down your arms. You can feel his cock slowly hardening as he presses himself against you. Changbin grabs your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a small gasp at the feeling. Hyunjin moves down to wrap his lips around your other nipple while Han pulls down your panties, leaving you naked and exposed in front of them all.

As quickly as it began, it stopped. They all back away from you, quietly admiring your naked body while you feel the wetness seep from inside of you. A chill hits you, you move to wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your naked body.

“Don't.” Hyunjin says.

“Don't cover yourself, baby girl.” Chan whispers into your ear.

“We wanna see you.” Changbin whispers.

“All of you.” Han murmurs, motioning to your arms. You move them away from your body, hanging them down at your sides.

“You're doing great, baby.” Chan murmurs as Hyunjin grabs your hand, pulling you towards the bed.

“Lie down.” Han says, motioning to the bed.

“Legs spread.” Changbin adds in.

You walk past them all, feeling a little more confident as you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back with your legs spread wide, waiting for whatever they wanted to give to you.

You watch each man intensely as they all begin to strip, except for Chan. They pull their shirts over their heads, dropping them to the floor, before taking off their pants and boxers, each one of their thick, veiny cocks standing tall. Without a word, they all moved to their positions, as if they talked about where each one was going to go, though you were sure they had.

Changbin walks to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees as he pulls you closer towards the edge. Not a word is spoken as Chan taps Changbin on the shoulder, glancing towards Han. Changbin silently moves away, letting Han take his place instead. It was, after all, supposed to be his night . Han doesn't say a word as he places your ankles over his shoulders before he spreads your lips, wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Fuck.” You gasp, immediately feeling nothing but pleasure flowing through your body, while Hyunjin and Changbin watch you get your pussy eaten, while Chan watches from the corner of the room. You let out small whispers, trying to contain your noises.

“Let us hear you.” Chan pipes up, his voice is low. “You have to be louder.”

You don't say anything, honestly you barely heard him. Your eyes were closed, you were focusing on what Han was doing and how it felt. It wasn't until you felt a smack on your inner thigh that you realized someone had been talking to you.

“Let us hear you baby.” Hyunjin says, crawling onto the bed. He kneels beside you, grabbing your tits, playing with your nipple. You look over at him, seeing his cock standing tall, twitching, desperate to be touched. You reach over, rubbing your thumb over his tip, spreading the cum seeping out of him around his cock before you slowly begin to jerk him off. Your moans increase, as well as the volume, moaning Han's name as Changbin gets on the bed at the other side of you, playing with the other nipple. You do the same to him, spreading his cum around his cock before beginning to jerk them off. Your eyes land on Chan who adjusts himself in his chair. You swore you could see his cock twitch in his pants as he adjusted to the tightening.

“Does that feel good?” Changbin asks, leaning forward to suck on your nipple.

“Mmhmmm.” You moan, biting your lip.

“Words.” Chan calls from across the room. He stands up, walking over to the edge of the bed, looking down at you. “Answer us when we ask you a question.”

“So fucking good.” You pant. Han switches between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, it was driving you crazy. “Please.” You gasp, you let go of Hyunjin and Changbin's cocks, reaching down to Han's head, grabbing a clump of his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Please what?” Chan asks from the edge of the bed.

“Please can I cum?” You whine, feeling your orgasm coming but then dropping back down as Han switches methods.

“She wants to cum, Han. What do you think?” Chan asks, watching your eyes roll back as you try to grind on his face.

“I say we let her.” Hyunjin responds, wrapping his hand around his own cock, stroking himself at the sight of you.

“You wanna cum bad, don't you baby?” Changbin asks.

“Uh huh.” You groan, riding Han's tongue.

“Cum then.” Chan smirks. “Cum on his face.”

With that, Han goes into overdrive, pushing two fingers inside of you while he sucks on your clit, both Hyunjin and Changbin suck on your nipples, making you explode. You scream out as your orgasm pushes through your body, sending you into pure euphoria.

Han pulls away from you, licking his lips to lap up your juices from his face. The four of them surround you, as you pant, waiting for whatever was coming next.

“On all fours.” Hyunjin tells you. Han adjusts himself behind you as you struggle to get up. You can hear a zipper from behind you. You turn to look, seeing Chan getting undressed, you watch him pull down his pants and his boxers, letting his throbbing cock spring free.

You feel Han's hands on your hips as he pushes himself inside of you, Hyunjin kneels in front of you. “Open wide.” He tells you. You open your mouth, letting Hyunjin push his cock inside while Han pushes himself into you deep, letting out a low groan as he adjusts inside you. You close your mouth around Hyunjin's cock, your arms already shaking. Changbin and Chan are on either side of you, stroking their cocks as they watch you get fucked from both ends.

You try to moan, but it's muffled as Hyuniin thrusts his cock into your mouth, doing his best to shove it deep down your throat.

“Fuck baby, your pussy feels so fucking good.” Han groans. He throws his head back as his grip on your hips tighten, but it doesn't last long. Chan clears his throat, halting all activities. Han pulls out of your cunt, while Hyunjin pulls out of your mouth. They all trade spots, with Chan now kneeling in front of you, Hyunjjn on one side of you, with Han on the other side.

“You're finally joining us?” You pant, looking up at Chan. He smirks at you, grabbing your chin.

“Open up, baby.” He murmurs, right as Changbin pushes his cock into you. You cry out as he stretches out your pussy, and Chan takes that opportunity to slip his cock into your mouth, making you gag.

“Mhm, we love that sound.” Chan groans, grabbing onto a clump of your hair, pushing into your mouth harder. You were finding it hard to concentrate, Hyunjin and Han's hands roaming your body, smacking your ass while they stroke themselves, Chan fucking your face, and Changbin ramming his cock into you. Changbin reaches under, placing his fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it gently but fast. You clench your cunt around his cock, humming with Chan's cock in your mouth, making him moan.

Changbin fucks you hard and fast, you whimper as loud as you can as you feel your second orgasm steadily approaching.

“You're doing so fucking good.” Changbin grunts. “Cum for me… fuck.” He groans.

Your orgasm hits again, Changbin thrusts faster. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” He whines, letting out a deep breath as he releases his load into you. “Holy shit.” He breathes, his thrusts slowing down as he works through his high. He takes a moment before he pulls out of you, stumbling back to the chair in the corner of the room.

“You guys keep going, I'm good.” he breathes, resting his head back on the back of the chair to close his eyes for a moment. They all chuckle as they switch positions again.

“On your back, baby.” Hyunjin smirks. You roll onto your back, welcoming the break to your arms. Hyunjin places your ankles on his shoulder, sliding his cock deep into you. Chan and Han jerk themselves off, watching your tits bounce as Hyunjin rails you.

“You're doing such a good job.” Hyunjin murmurs, holding tightly onto your legs. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His words send shivers down your spine as your eyes close, letting out breathy moans.

“How does it feel?” Chan asks you.

“So… good.” You breathe.

“You wanna cum again?” Han asks, groaning while he stroking his cock faster. “You wanna cum all over Hyunjins cock?”

“Yes… yes please make me cum all over his cock.” You moan.

“Fuck, baby.” Han moans. “I'm not lasting much longer.” He pants.

Without another word, Hyunjin pulls out of you, trading spots with Han, letting him fuck you now. Han pushes into you again, moaning loudly. “Jesus fucking christ.” He groans, his fingertips digging into your hips as he fucks you as hard and fast as he can. “Shit, shit, shit.” He cries out, cumming only seconds later, spilling his cum deep inside of you.

“Magic pussy, baby.” Han chuckles, pulling out of you. He makes his way out of the room, leaving you with just Chan and Hyunjin now.

“You want a turn?” Hyunjin asks Chan, motioning to you.

“You can go first.” Chan replies, leaning down to wrap his lips around your tits. Hyunjin pushes his cock into you, making you gasp. You were sore, exhausted and just drained but you were having so much fun and it felt so good, you didn't want it to end.

Hyunjin holds your legs up high, his large hands grasping your ankles while he drives his cock into you. Chan continues to suck on your nipple, while reaching between your lips, rubbing your overly sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck, please, no.” You gasp, trying to sit up. Chan gently pushes you back down onto the bed.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He whispers. He only uses one finger on your clit, slowly rubbing it, making your whole body jolt. “Doesn't that feel good?” He asks.

You nod your head, biting your lip while you buck your hips.

“Words, baby girl. You have to use them.” He whispers. You listen to Hyunjin grunt as you squeeze your pussy around his cock, his grip on your legs tightening even more.

“So good… you both… make me…feel so fucking good.” You cry out, your third orgasm flowing through your body. Your clit felt raw, your pussy throbbed as Hyunjin rammed into you over and over again. But seconds later, he couldn't hold onto it anymore.

“I'm gonna cum.” He pants, slowing down his thrusts as he fills you up with even more cum. He smiles at you as he pulls out of you, his legs shaking as he backs away, sitting on the chair trying to catch his breath.

You lay there, feeling like you're not going to be able to move, until Chan lays down, his cock dripping with pre-cum, standing tall.

You turn your head to look at him, and he smiles at you.

“Ride me.” He murmurs. Without a word, you gather all your energy and get up, crawling over to him, feeling the cum of Changbin, Han and Hyunjin seep out of your cunt. You straddle Chan as the door opens, Han and Changbin making their way back into the room. They sit down with an exhausted Hyunjin, watching you sink down onto Chan's cock. You gasp loudly, your nails dig into his chest. His hands rest underneath your ass, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. You drag your nails down his chest, making him moan as he bounces you faster and harder. Suddenly, you get your fourth wind, you grind your pussy on his cock, riding him as hard and as fast as you can.

“That's it baby.” Chan groans. “You've done so fucking well tonight.”

“Fuck, look at you go.” Han groans. “Riding his cock like the good girl you are.”

You throw your head back, your clit rubbing against Chan in just the right way, you can't help but cum again, all over his cock now. Chan begins to bounce you again, desperate for his own orgasm.

“Fuck, yes, just like that baby.” He grunts, trying to hold it back. But he watches you run your hands through your hair, and the way your tits were bouncing while you rode him and he couldn't hold back. “Goddamn, I'm cumming.” He groans. He holds you down in place while he cums, filling you up for the last time tonight. He breathes heavily along with you, until you roll off of him, unable to move or speak, hell, you could barely even breathe in the moment.

None of them say a word. Instead, Hyunjin gets dressed, and Changbin comes to scoop you off the bed. He carries you out of the room and into the bathroom where the tub is filled with water and bubbles, candles all over the bathroom as well as your favorite drink sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Changbin slowly puts you into the bath, where you practically sink down into the water, the heat feels so nice on your body. Your eyes are closed, you don't feel like you can open them at all. You're completely beat. Han and Changbin sit outside the tub, on the floor and one rubs your head while the other one rubs your feet.

Not long after, Hyunjin and Chan come into the bathroom, smiling widely as they watch you relax.

“So.” Hyunjin starts. “What'd you think?”

“Mhmmmm.” You mumble, letting out a giggle as Chan's reminders flow through your head. “That was…” you breathe. “Amazing.”

“So you had fun?” Changbin laughs.

“So much fun.” You mumble. “But I'm so sleepy.”

“When you're ready, I'll take you to bed. After all, it is my night.” Han smiles. Your eyes shoot open, you stare at him, terrified. You didn't think your pussy could handle anything else tonight.

“To snuggle.” Han laughs. “I think if you ever wanted to do this again, you'd need to rest after first.”

“Rest. Yes. Resting sounds wondering.” You smile, closing your eyes once again.

“I didn't hear a no to doing this again.” Chan laughs.

“That's because there's no way in hell I'd turn down doing this again.” You laugh. “Maybe we could try some new things too..” you trail off.

“Like what?” Hyunjin asks, they all raise an eyebrow.

“I've heard about… double penetration… could be fun.” You say.

“Alright!” Han yells. “Who's the one corrupting her!?”

“You.” You laugh, pointing to Han. “You were the one who said it would be fun.”

“Shit, that's right.” Han nervously laughs.

“Alright, that's it, she's sleeping with me tonight.” Changbin says, throwing his hands up.

“No, if anyone, it should be me!” Hyunjin chimes in.

“Why you? It should be me, actually.” Chan laughs.

You laid in the tub, listening to the four loves of your life argue over who you were sleeping with tonight, and you really and truly had never been happier with your life.

[elodieunderglass]

Your jockeyposting has enthralled me (certified non-horse girl) and made me curious—how much familiarity do jockeys have with the horses they’re riding? Is it normal for a given horse to have a Long Term Jockey or are the jockeys like. Called up a week before and asked to race a horse they’ve never met? (& interested to hear any Killy lore related to this)

Thank you so much! (In reference to Killie the jockey OC and random posting about horse racing more generally.)

In general, racehorses never have a long-term or even a repeat jockey, and vice-versa! Jockeys usually aren’t familiar with the horses at all.

There are three main situations where they might be, though; if they’re retained, if they’re nepo babies generational and have a trainer in the family, or if they’re amateurs having fun. So with apologies for making a really long post, I’ve structured this as a writing reference.

Retained Jockeys

Killie’s a retained jockey for a stable (very unusual - not many jockeys are good enough, and not many stables have the resource to employ one) and he and Thunder share an especially eccentric owner who likes to watch them paired up.

And hey, if we were unbelievably ultra-rich people with no moral compass, “putting Killie and Thunder in a jar and shaking them together, briskly, to see what happens” would be a fairly legitimate hobby.

I’m not an expert or personally involved in the industry, so if you were thinking of doing some writing in the setting yourself, a starting point for a retained jockey’s life is this “day in the life” video, of champion flat jockey William Buick, TW for discussion of weight.

Generational

Jockeys may handle horses as family businesses. In real life, “racing dynasties” are influential. A very lucky jockey, retiring in middle age with piles of winnings, often wishes to become a trainer; especially prosperous ones buy a stable operation, move in their family, use their reputation and connections to get owners to send them horses, and start chucking their own children on the horses as a source of labour. The children grow up, stick around home, and naturally keep getting chucked on horses for their day job. Next thing you know, you have a lot of grandkids and horses around the place, so you might as well keep going with it. Everyone pretty much lives at Grandad’s stable together, and then you get cousins scuffling on the day job like this:

That’s how Killie grew up, as the result of several generations of jockeys becoming trainers producing jockeys. but moving to a retained post was both a) the only logical move if it’s offered, and b) an escape from his parents, who are astonishingly awful. and if you are that kind of nepo baby, like Killie, it makes so much sense to flee the country (move to the uk and constantly pretend you’ve just dropped your phone in a horse’s water bucket, glubglubglub, BYE MA.)

Press “keep reading” for the amateurs and then what everyone else is doing.

Generational steeplechase jockey Jonjo O’Neill Jr does a day in his life here. he knows the horses and is doing admin, management and stable work … at his family’s massive operation.

Amateurs

Finally, in the UK, you can ride as an amateur jockey - usually in types of lowkey local steeplechases, like “point to point” - and basically anyone can do this. horse racing is fun, but you need a license to do it with other people, and the license remains incompatible with owning a registered racehorse. So technically your best friend could share a horse with you, in all but paperwork, and they could be the trainer and you could be the amateur jockey, and you could wrangle your way into actual races with a horse that you knew. It wouldn’t work very well as a day job (the horse would only race like 2x a month, netting you like £300 a month out of your friend’s pocket, plus the absurd costs of transporting/entering everyone) but if you were writing a crazy story in which some good friends and their pet racehorse decide to make it rich, that’s how you could do it.

Everyone else

Everyone else (including generational jockeys whose grandfathers didn’t have the foresight to establish a proper dynasty) just scrabbles around.

Most races aren’t high-stakes! There are a lot of basic boring races every day. (though, if you ask jockeys, there is apparently never quite enough work.)

horses might live at the stable of their owner but more commonly their trainer (some owners are both).

Jockeys cannot own racehorses themselves.

In the UK racecourses are randomly scattered around the country, usually hours away from each other. They all usually have several races every day.

Jockeys in the UK are paid £157.90 for Flat jockeys and £214.63 for jumps riders per race. They get this flat rate for everyone, whether they’re experienced or not! Their expenses are fairly high, and as freelancers they have to cover them all. The real attraction pay-wise is that they get a “cut of the purse” (percentage of prize money) if they win first, second or third place in a race. It’s a small percentage that they have to share with their agent, but there are sometimes some super-big stakes, where you can earn your year’s wages all at once.

Of course, you need to be piloting a pretty good horse in a high-stakes race to have a shot at that.

jockeys are a rare professional athlete that work every day, and they want (but are never guaranteed to get) a few rides every day. This usually means travelling across the UK constantly every day.

Racehorses usually only race once a week or less. They definitely don’t “work” as often! Their schedules rarely match up to jockeys. Driving them around the place is also a huge pain.

Jockeys live all over, and most of them are known to spend several times more hours driving between jobs than they ever spend sitting on horses. They get up very early each day, often “riding out” (doing early morning horse exercise) for trainers before hitting the road, often driving for several hours between races. This has been flagged in many sports medicine papers as one of their many wellbeing risks.

At any rate, with hundreds of jockeys travelling randomly around the country, getting injured and suspended and with stats fluctuating constantly, trainers work through agents to book jockeys - often not getting the one they want.

There are also considerations like trainer suddenly deciding they want to get a different (better) rider instead, leading to the one they booked getting “jocked off”.

All of everyone’s stats, from horses to jockeys, are publicly available, and everyone can study them obsessively. Trainers will request jockeys who have attractive stats - that’s not just “winning” stats, but weight/strategy/experience that might match the horse (+ terrain + conditions, etc). In their turn, jockeys with better options may turn down an offer of a horse with terrible form (I.e. a big loser, or a dangerous animal, or one that looks incredibly dodgy in race videos.)

Often trainers try to get the same jockey for their horse, but in all this chaos it’s not always possible, and everyone has to constantly pursue their own best interests.

Particularly winning jockeys and particularly influential trainers may gradually come together in working relationships, and as a horse gradually emerges as a favourite and the stakes rise, you’ll start to see it working more often with the same people. For example, in the Grand National, the jockeys will probably know the horses.

In conclusion, it’s common for the first time the jockey touches the horse to be when they’re thrown on top of it, prior to the race.

They get around this by studying form (race statistics), watching videos of the horse, and of course speaking to the trainer about their desires/instructions/strategy.

OKAY that is the MOST information that I could possibly have given!! I don’t know why I know all this!!! Thanks!!

[cherrycheolkat]

• random slutty thoughts, feat. mingyu •

the valentine’s day / co-worker crush one

mingyu has sat in the cubicle next to yours long enough to know exactly how shitty your ex made valentine’s day last year, plus he knows you definitely haven’t even thought about a valentine’s date since you just accepted a stack of last minute work, because to quote you, “fuck this pretend holiday”

but he really hopes to change your mind

mingyu’s had a crush on you since you started working in his group, maybe before that even when he would just see you in the break room sometimes

at first he thought you were a bit unapproachable, but the longer he sat next to you, the more he realized you were a really good co-worker and friend - you always have great ideas for projects and you don’t make him feel like shit for not knowing every single thing like most people in the group, plus you’re always happy to grab coffee when he wants to complain about how something personal

he was glad when you had offered to exchange phone numbers so he could message you “just whenever” - it took him a week to finally decide what to send - a photo proving that he really uses the name ‘james’ as his ‘coffee order name’ because he was tired of the misspellings and you would not believe him - you had practically cackled at ‘james’

he was surprised when you asked if he had a date that night, “no, i haven’t really been talking to anyone” besides you, he thought

“at least you won’t be stuck here all night, though,” you smiled, leaning towards your computer to read something

he nodded, “yeah, true,” even as he spoke, he started to poke around seeing if there were any assignments he needed to complete (he knew there weren’t)

“wait, actually, sorry - there’s this part i kind of need help with,” you mumbled from your slouched over position

he blushed and scooched his chair over to your side of the barrier, you had already moved so he could see your screen - he was glad that you seemed to always have problems with excel functions

he started tinkering with the spreadsheet while you read some documents next to him - before he realized it, he was ready for dinner

he leaned back, “want to take a break?” it was a totally normal question

you nodded, “yes, please, I’m so tired of looking at this,” you whispered and then stood up to look around the office, “wow, it’s like a horror movie in here - absolutely everyone is gone but us”

he smiled knowing you mean zombie movies, which you proclaim to hate but still seem to know a lot about

“so what were you thinking?” you asked as you sit back down next to him - he notices when your knee bumps his leg

“hm, how bad do you think the waits are across the street?”

“oh fuck, i forgot, couples out in droves, right?”

he nods, watching you scrunch your face as you start checking for reservations close by - it takes a few minutes but you’re suddenly grabbing his sleeve, “oh my god, if we leave right now, we can just make it to a decent place,” you practically drag him along

the ‘decent’ place is actually really nice, way more than he was expecting, but he was glad for once that he was in dress clothes - he actually looked like he was your date

they seated you in one of the open booths, another couple were right next to you - he had started to look at the menu when you nudged him with your foot, he glanced up to see you covertly glance at the other couple - mingyu almost laughed when he saw the girl’s foot was practically buried in the guy’s crotch and moving at a concerning pace

he blushed slightly at the scene and glanced back to you, seeing the dangerous smirk on your face, he suddenly felt the toe of your shoe press gently to his calf - he was quick to slip a warning hand onto your thigh, squeezing gently

“i think we can do better darling,” he whispered

you looked too game, “oh, can we, sweetheart?”

he wasn’t sure what to make of your sugary voice, but he knew you were horribly competitive (both of you, if he were honest, could be a bit scary at company retreats)

he didn’t hesitate to nod, “of course we can,” he answered in a low tone, his thumb tracing circles against your thigh

when the waiter came back, you both ordered drinks, but he noticed quickly when the other couple conspicuously got up at the same time and wandered towards the bathroom

he sipped his wine, “did they really just go to the bathroom?”

you giggle, “they definitely did”

he swirled his glass gently, “okay, so if we go into the men’s room after them, do we just need to be louder?” he was genuinely asking

you laughed behind your hand, “seriously?” you grinned, “it’s not like we get a peleton this time,” you shoot back, voice soft in a way that makes his stomach flutter

“yeah, but,” he wasn’t sure where he was going with this, “they were annoying, why not be, you know,” he shrugged

“be more annoying, my darling, dearest,” you smiled and covered his hand with yours

he flushed but had a sudden thought, “look if we freak them out, i will literally pay for a full weekend at that glamping place you keep ogling,” he was very serious

“oh, okay, no wait, it has to be the one with the hot tub that overlooks the trees,” you were getting serious

he nodded, “i’ll give you my card, book whatever you want,” he was too sincere

he noticed the slight blush blooming across your cheeks, “you know it’s like a couples thing, right?”

“so, you can book for two and go alone, whatever,” in his mind this was completely reasonable to offer a co-worker who he clearly had just a crush on, especially when he hadn’t confessed

he watched you bite your lip lightly, “okay, but shouldn’t we both go? it’s like a group activity,” he flushed, knowing you’re looking at him much too clearly

“just come on or we’ll miss our chance,” he stood, glancing around and walking towards the bathroom

he pushed the door open and was immediately assaulted with sounds, really wet sounds

he caught you as you walked through the door, knowing you would laugh at the sounds, he pressed his hand across your lips and guided you to the stall next to the occupied one, locking the door

you glance at the stall wall, rolling your eyes at the sudden feminine cry of “oh, baby - yeah, just like that”

you lean close to him, “make it good, okay,” you whisper, your hands suddenly ghosting down his chest and stomach

he’s shocked when you ran your hands down the front of his trousers, “fuck, daddy, show me how hard you are,” you say in a breathy voice as your hands press roughly to his hips

he bit his lip hard to avoid laughing in total shock, “that what you want baby girl, my hard cock filling that tight pussy?” he asked, his voice lower than he expected, even though he was leaning down close, whispering against your throat, obviously in character

“mhmm, yes, i want you so badly - i’ve thought about it all day, daddy - i’ve just been sitting, waiting for you, all wet and ready for your cock”

he paused hearing this, his mouth immediately dry, he could feel your hand working him through his pants

he kissed your throat gently, “daddy’s good little girl, just waiting at her desk, hoping to get fucked,” he nipped your earlobe gently, “my naughty little girl,” he whispered as he bit your throat

he was momentarily stunned when you pulled your shirt down enough to expose your tits and your perfect nipples, but he didn’t even think before he dipped down, latching onto one and then the other, hearing your moans, as he licked and sucked “yes, daddy” - “yeah, just like that” - “fuck, i bet you could empty me”

he leaned up, catching your mouth in a soft kiss, he licked into you, tasting you as he pushed up your skirt, his cock was way too hard at the idea of your full tits

he slid his fingers under the hem of your panties, immediately feeling the slick waiting for him, “oh, baby, so wet for me,” he barely broke the kiss to murmur

he watched your face as he plunged his first two fingers inside your hot, wet pussy - you gasped softly, pulling his hair roughly as you did, “yes, daddy, play with me, you’ve kept me waiting so long,” you whimper as he crooked his fingers to hit the soft spongy spot he knew your ex had never been able to find

he had completely forgotten the other couple - all he cared about was the way you were writhing in pleasure in front of him - that and the way your cunt was clenching around him, it was so fucking tight and already dripping

he pressed close, “come for me baby girl, i can feel you holding back, just let go, make a mess for daddy to clean up,” he whispered

you pressed close, “give me one more finger first,” you breathed heavily against his skin

he was happy to slip his third finger in, stretching you and then scissoring you open too, pressing against your tight walls

you moaned loudly, “oh, fuck, yes - daddy, don’t stop, make me feel good”

he wasn’t worried about how loud you were - it was part of the point, but when your pussy suddenly gushed, “fuck,” he breathed, feeling your juices wet his thigh

he held you close as he he still worked his fingers inside your pussy, you yelped as a second orgasm tore through you, a new splash of hot pussy juices running down his thigh as you shivered with pleasure in his arms, grasping blindly for him, needing him to hold you as your orgasm worked through you

“mhmm, daddy, oh, fuck, did i do good?”

he was quick, “yeah, baby, you’re so perfect, so messy and wet for me,” he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, nuzzling close to you

it was obvious that you were more fucked out than either of you expected - he definitely didn’t hear anything from the couple in the other stall, but he wasn’t especially concerned either

he suddenly turned you around, pulling your back to his chest, as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, “still want daddy’s cock, baby girl?”

you nod, “yes, please, use me like a toy, make me yours”

he breathed slowly, lining his cock up with your cunt, he needed to control himself or he would come too fast

he plunged in, pausing to breathe, to feel your slick cunt stretching so wide to take all of him - he listened to your whimpers and soft pleas as you adjusted to being full

but he waited to move - and when he did, he was slow at first, feeling every bit of you squeezing him, wanting him

and when you leaned back, “fuck me daddy, fuck me like you want”

the way you gazed up at him told him everything - that you knew - you already knew exactly how he felt

and so he plunged in, setting a quick pace, not being afraid to snap his hips - he wanted to fuck you raw

and when he felt you clenching and fluttering around him, he pulled you close, holding you tight, and reaching down to work your clit, he gasped at the feeling of your third orgasm, the feeling of your slick against the head of his cock was too much

he came, he clenched his teeth together tightly, moaning low against your skin, his cum filling you, he kept moving, slowly fucking his cum deeper into you

“keep it inside baby,” he demanded, breathless, finally letting you go

you nod with a little smile, “what do i get if i do?”

he laughed softly, shaking his head, and fixed his pants

he helped you fix your clothes, glancing to see how massive your pupils were

he stopped and nuzzled close, feeling nothing but tenderness for you, “want to leave?”

you nodded, holding tight to his lapels, “can we still fuck though?”

he smiled, “mmmh, of course we can baby - we can fuck all you want,” he kissed you softly - he meant every word

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨

a/n: happy v day - if you’re not getting fucked tonight, just think of mingyu ^^ we all know he would do it right …every time

♡ kat

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[ozwriterchick]

Anaesthetic..

Summary: A bit of fun when you come out of anaesthesia after an operation.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

No warnings

Word count: approx 1400

A/N: I'm heading to hospital tomorrow for my 2nd cancer surgery - a liver resection - and I have been wathcing alot of Tiktoks about anaesthesia and came across the funny ones when people are coming out of it, and it inspired this in my brain.

I hope you enjoy!

I appreciate each and every one of you.

Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It had been a long day for Bucky so far.  You’d had a 4am wake up call to be at the hospital by 6am.  He dropped you off like you asked and pretended to leave.  You had told him that you couldn’t see the need for him to hang around and suggested he go home and get some sleep while you were in surgery.

Bucky couldn’t imagine heboth you and’d be able to have any kind of restful sleep while you weren’t right next to him, so he bought a newspaper and sat in the hospital coffee shop reading and trying to concentrate on the crossword puzzle. 

Crosswords weren’t something he normally enjoyed but having sat beside you and helped you out with your daily “brain exercise” as you loved to call it, he found it now gave him some comfort.

You had listed him on your hospital admissions paperwork as next of kin so he knew they would call you as soon as the operation was done to let him know how you were.  He wanted to be close by, not because he could be of assistance if, god forbid, anything went wrong.  More so that he could see you as soon as you were able to have visitors.

Bucky had decided to take a walk, the crossword had frustrated him to no end because he didn’t have you beside him to answer the questions he always had when you both were trying to complete the puzzle.

There wasn’t much around this hospital but he found a couple of local shops where he picked up some things for you and then stumbled upon a park with a coffee cart, so he took the opportunity to relax with some nature and have a decent cup of coffee, not the stuff you normally get out of hospital vending machines.

He felt like he wasn’t there more than 15 minutes however, when his phone rang.  Looking down he saw it was a private number so he figured it was more than likely the hospital  It couldn’t have been anyone from the Avengers because he had their numbers saved, and he knew it wouldn’t be anyone calling from a landline at the tower because they all knew he was off today at the least for your surgery.

Picking up the phone and hitting the answer button, he braced himself for whatever was about to come next, good or bad.  “Hello?”

“Uh, good afternoon am I speaking to James Barnes?” the voice enquired.

“Yes, this is he, I mean that’s me, I mean yes, I’m James Barnes” he could hear the girl giggle quietly through the phone at his seeming inability to put together a coherent sentence.

“Well, I’m Sasha a nurse in the recover suite, we just wanted to let you know that Yn has come through the surgery perfectly, she is in recovery and you can come sit with her whenever you get here.”

“Oh that’s such a relief, thank you Sasha, I’m just down the street in a little park so I’ll be there in like 10 minutes or so” he confirmed for her.

“Oh, are you in Ventnor Park?  I love that place, sometimes if I can swing it I go there to eat my lunch.  Well, we’ll see you soon Mr Barnes” to which she hung up the phone before he could say any more.

He ditched his almost empty coffee cup in the nearby bin and started walking back to the hospital, eager to see you again, even though it had only been a few hours since he dropped you off.

As Bucky approached the recovery suite, he had to admit to himself that he was getting a little anxious about how you’d be after the anaesthesia and all, but he was very excited to see you again.

He pressed the button on the door to gain access and the nurse who came to open the door asked who he was here to see. 

“I’m James Barnes, I’m here for Yn Yln” he informed her quietly.

“Oh yes, Mr Barnes, come through, she’s in bed 7.  She’s still quite groggy but that’s totally normal.  I’ll grab a chair for beside her bed so you can sit there.”

“Thank you ma’am.  I appreciate that” he replied.

Moving down the row of beds he rounded the curtain towards you and stood at the end of your bed.  The nurse approached and quietly placed the chair beside your bed.  Bucky gave her a quick nod and sat himself down, reaching for your hand.

At the feeling of his hand in yours, you stirred.  Unfocused eyes roaming around the room, landing on him and widening dramatically in reaction.

“Oh, hi” you said to him.

“Hi Yn, how are you feeling?”

“Umm, ok.. I think, I’m not sure my brain is working properly yet.”

“No, you’ve only just woken up, it will take a while before you’re completely with it again.  They said the surgery went well so that’s a bonus”

“Oh, yeah, but you might have to tell me again later” she slurred a little when speaking but, again, it was totally understandable.

You drifted off again for a few minutes, opening your eyes and looking around again.  You noticed a handsome man sitting at your bedside.

“Oh my god! You are gorgeous” you say to him.

Bucky looks around, not realising you are talking to him at first.  “Umm, ok, well thanks, I’m glad you think so” he replied to you.

“No, I mean look at you, you look like a god” you exclaimed.

“Well, again, thank you, umm…” he stammered, blushing.  He looked for your nurse who just smiled and nodded that this was another normal thing for some people.

“I mean damn boy” you began. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d wife you up so quickly”

Bucky laughed “Well, that’s a shame that you have a boyfriend because I’d love to wife you up”

“Oh no, you can’t say those kind of things to me, I have a boyfriend!” you whisper yell the last part at him.

“Yes, I know you do, you told me that.  But can’t we have something as well?” he chucked again to himself, enjoying this side of you.

“Hmmm, I don’t think so.  You see, my boyfriend is very tall and muscly and very, very strong and I’d hate to see him mess up your pretty face.” You sighed.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we” he smiled.

“Nurse” you raised your voice.  Seeing her round the end of the curtain you asked “Did you call my boyfriend.  Do you know when he’ll be here?”

“Yes, I called him, in fact, he’s here already” the nurse replied.

You turn to Bucky “Oh no, you better go, he’s gonna get real mad if he comes in here and sees you holding my hand like this.”

Bucky just chuckled, this was hilarious and he knew if Sam were here he’d be filming this but he didn’t want you to be embarrassed later on if anyone saw it other than the 2 of you.

“Don't laugh, I mean it” you start crying.

“Oh baby” he said, concerned. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?” he couldn’t bear to see you upset and wanted to be able to fix it for you.

“No, it’s just my boyfriend is here and you’re here and I love him so much but you’re just so beautiful and I don’t want him to punch your face off.”

“Babe” Bucky began.

“No, you can’t call me babe, that’s what he calls me” you cry even harder.

“Yn, listen to me.  I am your boyfriend.  I’m James.”

“My boyfriends name is Bucky, you can’t be him because he’s coming here and you’re already here.”

“Trust me, my love, I am Bucky, I am also James, I am also your boyfriend and I think after this I have no choice but to wife you up like you said you’d do to me” he leaned forward and kissed your lips lightly and tenderly.

“Oh dear, now you’ve kissed me and… Wait, did you say you are my boyfriend?  How did I get so lucky to land someone like you?”

“Yes sugar, I am and we have forever to work out how I was so lucky to land you, not the other way around.  Now you lay your head back and relax so we can get the rest of this anaesthesia out of your system and back to reality.”

[maxdibert]

Omg Sansa Starkk!!!! The TV show did her so dirty. Holy shit, they took a complicated layered character (every character of asoiaf is complicated and layered actually) and gave her the most dismissive interpretation possible.

Fuck, when I heard the criticism against game of thrones, it being sexist and the depiction of violence against women, teenager me dismissed it. Then I read the books, and I agree with every criticism 😭

Sansa irritated me in the first couple episodes of season 1, until everything turned and it became a helish nightmare for her and then I felt immense sympathy for her. In the books, she became my instant favorite.

Even Arya had more layers and complexity in the books. Arya was much more human in the books, loved it.

The show assassinated several characters—it didn’t just simplify some, like Sansa, but outright destroyed others. For example, they turned Arya into a complete psychopath, period. The Arya from the last three or four seasons had literally zero personality; she was just a badass who killed people, that’s it. She would put on her psycho killer face, and that was her entire character. She was only there so the male audience could jerk off.

And then there’s Daenerys’ character assassination. And listen, this is coming from someone who can’t stand Daenerys and found her chapters in the books unbearably boring. But even so, I can’t stand it when characters are disrespected in certain ways, and what they did to Daenerys at the end was a complete disgrace. She went from being one of the main characters, always framed as good, positive, and revolutionary by the narrative, to literally a crazy, sociopathic, genocidal maniac—it made zero sense. I’m not saying it couldn’t have happened. Sure, you could spend two more seasons showing how she descends into madness. But don’t do it in three episodes—that’s just pure nonsense. Plain and simple.

And well, WELL—I won’t even get into the rant that is, for me, the biggest crime of the entire trash show: THE CHARACTER ASSASSINATION OF JAIME LANNISTER. Jaime is one of my absolute favorite characters in the saga, and his redemption arc is one of the best I’ve ever seen. It’s truly a masterpiece of storytelling. I can accept that the show’s Jaime was more meh and had less charisma, but what I can’t accept is that after setting up a redemption arc so well, they ended it like that. Like, WHAT. They should have just killed him off during the Long Night—seriously, I wish they had done that. It would have been less painful. What a complete disaster.

Anyway, back to Sansa. She has always been my favorite character from the very beginning, in both the books and the show. I also think she’s a particularly interesting character when it comes to analyzing misogyny within fandoms. Both book Sansa and show Sansa get endless hate for one simple reason: she’s a normal girl. Sansa isn’t a dragon queen, she isn’t a ruler, she isn’t a rebel like her sister. Sansa is just a regular aristocratic girl with regular dreams for a girl of her age and status—someone who has always lived in a bubble. And her reactions, her doubts, and her fears are exactly what any normal person in her situation would have.

And that’s what audiences can’t stand—first, because she’s a reflection of themselves, since most people would act and react like Sansa, not like Arya. And second, because in a patriarchal view of women, a female character is only acceptable if she has traditionally masculine traits (she leads like a man, fights like a man, speaks like a man). A female character with flaws, whose personality isn’t masculine but also doesn’t cater to male fantasies, is unacceptable—so she becomes a constant target.

So yeah, as I’ve been saying for over ten years: hating Sansa Stark is misogyny, and I will not elaborate on this because I don’t do free education for misogynists.

[queenilyrian]

I’m just going to leave this here so people know what’s happening and where all the hate for Henry Cavill is coming from. They’re afraid of me in this forum so they blocked my IP address.

Forums exist to express your opinion and discuss about issues good or bad. Does this sound like a normal forum? Where these women (who are insanely bitter their fantasy man has a wife and a child) will go to the extent to make him lose any job or sponsorship so they could blame his wife for that? And all of these you will read about are here on tumblr sharing this as “tea”. Jokes or trolling you can’t convince me this is organic and normal behaviour even for an extreme fan.

I truly hope new times come where shit like this would be illegal. This is slandering and defamation 101

[not-poignant]

Hi,

I'm not sure how to approach this without sounding like an ignorant asshole, but I'll give it a go.

I'm from a country where the Trans movement isn’t very visible, and most of what I know about it comes from the internet. I’ve never truly understood gender dysphoria. I’ve tried to listen and put myself in others' shoes, but I struggled to be genuinely empathetic. Instead, I just tried to be supportive because it was expected of me, without really getting it.

It might sound silly, but reading Underline the Black made me stop and think… Wait, is this what I think it is? Reading Efnisien’s internal monologues and introspection made me feel something—maybe not from the same circumstances, but in a way that something inside my brain clicked, and I finally saw where the pain was coming from.

I guess what I really want to say is thank you. Thank you for helping me begin to understand and for broadening my perspective. It might sound small, but it’s something I deeply appreciate. I’ve been trying for a long time.

I do feel a bit foolish realizing that it took an ABO fanfic for me to get it… but at the same time, I was also reading about your real-life experiences. Or at least, that’s how it seemed to me. Forgive me if I’m wrong.

You have an incredible talent for expression.

Anon, until you know otherwise, everyone has to start somewhere. This applies to unlearning our biases and prejudices, which we all have for something, or many things, until we unlearn them. The fact that you've even tried to be supportive of something you don't really understand is still important, and still matters. It's a step into understanding, even if you don't have it yet.

I don't think it's foolish that it took you a story to realise what you've realised! This is actually exactly why representation of diversity (in gender, sexuality, culture, race, etc.) is so important in fiction. Because it's in fiction we can be free to explore concepts that are different to our own, or that challenge us, or make us see the world differently. This is why it's so important to know it's possible to identify with a trans character, or a POC character, or a character from a different culture to ours etc. Because that's when we humanise what we previously saw as like, different, Other, hard to understand. We go 'oh that's...really relatable actually, I think I'd feel the same way if that was my experience of life' or 'I don't know if I'd feel the same way but I really understand where that person is coming from.'

Gender dysphoria is complex, and different for different people. Being able to write it metaphorically through Efnisien's journey has been really interesting for me personally, because I've been able to depict both the inner conflict of knowing that your being is not...automatically going to be accepted as normal no matter what, unless you stifle or suffocate yourself, alongside the true euphoria and joy that can come with living as your best life, or your very self.

I have once seen a good analogy which is simply: Imagine from tomorrow onwards, everyone uses the pronouns you don't associate with yourself. You are bullied and mocked unless you wear clothing that is opposite to how you want to appear to others. You are put down and treated as psychologically abnormal for finding joy in true expression, even when that expression doesn't actually hurt anyone else at all. And now tell yourself that even your loved ones, when you desperately try to explain how wrong it all feels to be treated as so different to your true self, they explain that it's just mental illness, or that you're just confused, or that you don't understand yourself, and condescend to you, and treat you like they somehow have always known you better than you know yourself. And that's when you realise you might have to choose between your true self, and your family and loved ones who don't understand, or worse, hate you.

And then imagine that's the rest of your life, but it could change in an instant, if all of society just accepted that you are who you say you are! That all of your depression, and oppression, and suffocation could literally just vanish, if everyone was like 'oh sure actually, you want those pronouns? Cool! You want to wear this clothing? I like it!!'

And that journey is very tough in the real world, even in more accepting places (the US is clear evidence of this). In Underline the Black, I get to put Efnisien in a very specific space, and show the journey in a kind of specific way that isolates it and speaks through metaphor.

My experiences are different to Efnisien's, though I am trans, I never actually started out wanting to write a 1:1 trans narrative. Like, in this universe, "conventionally" trans people exist too. Efnisien's experience is a new thing, and a separate thing, but still - as we can see - a very good metaphor as well. I like telling parts of my story, but only small parts. I am more interested in...telling healing stories where I can watch a character heal and go 'oh I would like more of that for myself, as well.'

(Also, it's better to just say omegaverse, or AOB, etc. because a/b/o without the dashes is a slur in Australia, and while I know most people don't live here! We try to avoid slurs from other countries when we can. And we can only know to do that once someone tells us!)

But yeah, no, you don't sound like an ignorant asshole at all. You sound like someone who has learned something, and has gained more understanding, and was open to doing that, and honestly anon if more people came to something they didn't understand from your perspective, acceptance and love would be a lot easier to teach people.

It's so important to read stories about characters who aren't quite like us, or aren't like us at all, because that's when we realise just how much we actually do share so many similarities, and why our differences matter too.

Anyway thank you for sharing your message with me! I really appreciated it.

[hughesyluvr]

Faking It For Real

Jackhughesxreader

Fake dating trope

5,173 words

It wasn’t supposed to be real. None of this was supposed to matter.

You had agreed to the whole fake dating thing with Jack Hughes months ago, when the PR team for the New Jersey Devils approached you with the idea. It seemed simple enough: attend a few public events, put on a show, and keep things convincing for the cameras. The story would spin itself.

But now, as Jack’s arm brushed against yours as he walked you through the crowded party, the weight of his touch felt different. His hand, once confidently placed on your back to guide you through the sea of bodies, lingered a little too long.

You couldn’t quite place it, but there was something there. Something in the way his gaze flickered to yours every time you laughed or smiled, his eyes just a touch too warm. You tried to push the thought away. This was fake dating, after all.

Except Jack wasn’t acting like he was faking it.

The night had started as any other event the two of you attended for the sake of the “relationship.” A bunch of New Jersey Devils players, their families, and sponsors were gathered at some high-profile gala. Jack had dressed perfectly, as always, in a crisp black suit that fit him like it was tailored just for him. It was hard to ignore the way people gravitated toward him. The world seemed to be watching his every move.

And then, there was you—his “girlfriend,” the girl he was supposed to be acting like he was head over heels for. The cameras were on you, capturing every glance and gesture, as if you and Jack were just like every other couple attending one of these events.

But there were moments. Small ones. A little too intimate to be just for show.

Like when Jack’s hand brushed your shoulder in the elevator on the way up. You had made a comment about how the night felt like it was dragging, and Jack had chuckled, his thumb tracing a small circle on the fabric of your dress as if it was just a reflex. His touch lingered for a beat too long before he pulled his hand back, as if he realized too late what he was doing.

Or when you were sitting on the couch, sipping your drink and chatting with the other guests, and Jack had leaned in just slightly, his arm resting casually on the back of the sofa. His fingers brushed against your hair as he reached for his drink, the movement so natural that it almost felt like it was real.

You caught yourself leaning into it, savoring that brief moment of closeness.

When he spoke next, his voice was lower than usual, quieter, like he was trying to keep the conversation just between the two of you. “You okay?” he asked, his gaze flickering to your face, eyes soft despite the attention around you.

You nodded, heart skipping a beat. “Yeah, just… tired, I guess.”

Jack’s lips curled into a smile, and he shifted closer, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. “Want to head out early? We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, really. I’m good.” But you hadn’t realized just how much you appreciated his offer until he pulled back, and that strange, inexplicable ache settled in your chest.

He noticed it too. It was the way his gaze held onto yours a fraction too long, like he was trying to read something in your eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, a distraction, a way to break the silence.

“Anything good?” you asked, trying to force normality back into the moment.

Jack didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced at the screen, his thumb scrolling, before he looked at you. “Just… checking in with the guys. They’re already at the bar. Guess I’ll be meeting them later.”

His words felt almost too casual, but the way his lips pressed together afterward suggested there was more to it. His focus was now divided, but for a second, his attention drifted back to you, a lingering look that had you questioning just how fake this all really was.

You had almost forgotten how to breathe when Jack’s hand brushed against yours again, this time completely unintentional—or so you told yourself. But there was something in the way his fingers lingered just for a fraction longer than necessary, the way his touch seemed to settle over you like a promise, that made your heart race.

You quickly pulled your hand back, but Jack noticed. His eyes darkened for a second, as if he was trying to gauge your reaction. But instead of acknowledging it, he cracked a smile and turned his attention back to the conversation with the other guests.

It was maddening, this back-and-forth between the two of you. Moments of pure affection, fleeting touches, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you—it felt like everything but the cameras was real.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” Jack said suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, his breath warm against your skin. “Want anything?”

You shook your head, trying to play it cool. “I’m good for now.”

But as Jack walked away, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle way his shoulders seemed to sag, the weight of the night pressing down on him. It was like he was letting go of the mask he wore for the world, even if only for a moment. The real Jack, the one who wasn’t a perfect, untouchable hockey star, was just underneath the surface. And you saw him.

You sat there, pretending to listen to the chatter around you, but your eyes kept drifting back to Jack. He was at the bar now, his back to you, talking to a few of the other players. His laugh rang through the air, low and genuine, and for a brief second, you wished you could be the one to hear that laugh without the cameras, without the constant pressure of performance.

Jack’s phone buzzed, and you saw him glance at it briefly before slipping it into his pocket. But the small exchange didn’t escape your notice—the way he quickly checked the message, like he was expecting it, and the way his fingers tightened around his glass afterward.

A subtle tension had settled in the air between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on behind his carefully composed facade. Was this just for the cameras, or was there more to it?

The night dragged on, but Jack kept finding excuses to come back to your side. The longer you spent together, the more his presence seemed to fill the empty spaces. Whether it was a simple hand resting on the small of your back as you walked, or the way his fingers grazed yours when you sat together, everything felt… real.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to push the thoughts away. This was supposed to be temporary, a convenient arrangement to satisfy the PR team. But with every passing minute, it felt harder to deny the growing connection between you.

When Jack returned, drink in hand, he took a seat next to you, his leg brushing against yours. He glanced over, his lips quirking into a playful smile as if he knew exactly how his proximity was affecting you.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow. His touch was light, but there was something behind it, something that made you feel like the world outside of the two of you no longer existed.

“No, you weren’t,” you replied, your voice coming out softer than you intended. “I’m just…” you trailed off, unable to put the feeling into words.

“You’re just what?” Jack asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. He was leaning in slightly, his body language open, as if he was genuinely interested in what you had to say.

You hesitated, unsure whether to voice what you were really thinking. The line between fake and real was already so blurred that it felt like one wrong word could make everything fall apart. “I’m just… confused, I guess,” you said, the words escaping before you could stop them.

Jack’s expression shifted, a flicker of concern passing through his eyes before he masked it with a smile. “About what?”

You shrugged, trying to act casual, but your heart was pounding in your chest. “About this whole thing. The… fake dating. It’s just harder than I thought it would be.”

Jack studied you for a moment, his gaze intense. “I get it,” he said quietly, his voice softer than before. “It’s not easy to keep up appearances.”

It wasn’t the response you were expecting. You had anticipated him to laugh it off or make a joke, but instead, his words felt almost too honest. And the way his hand subtly brushed against yours—just enough to make your pulse quicken—made you wonder just how much of this was for the cameras.

The conversation was interrupted by a loud cheer from across the room, where a group of fans had gathered to watch the latest game highlights on a screen. Jack stood, instinctively offering his hand to you.

“Come on, let’s go watch,” he suggested with a grin, his earlier seriousness vanishing into the air.

You hesitated for a moment, still feeling the weight of the conversation between the two of you, but then you took his hand. The warmth of his palm against yours sent a shiver through you, and it was so easy to let him guide you through the crowd.

As you watched the game, Jack’s hand never fully left yours. He’d rest it on your thigh when he made a point, his thumb tracing idle patterns against your skin. The feeling of his touch, so casual yet so intimate, made your stomach flutter in ways you couldn’t explain.

When the game ended, the room erupted in cheers and laughter, but you felt like you were caught in a bubble with Jack. His eyes met yours once again, and for a brief second, everything felt like it could be real. Like the lines between fake and genuine had completely vanished.

He leaned in close to you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You look beautiful tonight.” His words, soft and sincere, sent a warmth spreading through you, and for the first time that night, you weren’t sure if you could distinguish what was real and what wasn’t.

The night stretched on, and the music in the background seemed to fade into the distance, leaving only the sound of your breathing and Jack’s steady presence beside you. You couldn’t help but notice how the quiet moments between the two of you carried more weight than any of the loud conversations or crowded rooms around you. There was something magnetic about Jack—something that made every little touch feel like it meant more than it should.

You tried to ignore the warmth spreading through your chest, telling yourself this was just part of the act, but it was harder than you thought.

Jack leaned over, his lips brushing against your ear once again as he whispered, “I need some fresh air. You wanna come with me?”

You turned to face him, surprised by the sudden request. “Now?”

He gave you that playful, boyish grin you couldn’t resist, his eyes twinkling under the dim lights. “Yeah. The crowd’s getting to me. Plus, I just want a moment to breathe without all the cameras.”

You nodded, though your pulse was quickening at the thought of being alone with him. Without the ever-present eyes of the crowd, the cameras, and the pressure to act, it almost felt like it could be real.

Jack led the way through the party, slipping past the chatter and laughter as he guided you toward a balcony overlooking the city. The air outside was cool, but the night was warm enough to be comfortable. You leaned against the railing, trying to shake off the nervous energy coursing through you. Jack stood next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, but not so close that it felt overwhelming.

For a few moments, neither of you said anything. The silence between you felt natural, like it had always been this way. And yet, the tension was palpable, simmering just beneath the surface. Jack broke the quiet with a soft laugh, his voice hushed.

“I guess this is a little more peaceful than inside,” he said, his tone easy, but you could hear the undertone of something deeper.

You turned to face him, unsure of what to say. “Yeah. It’s nice to get away from all the noise for a bit.”

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. There was no PR, no cameras, no fake dating. Just the two of you standing there, sharing this small, intimate moment together.

Jack took a step closer, his hand brushing against your arm. “I’m glad you came with me,” he murmured, his voice softer than before. His fingers lingered against your skin, and you couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation.

“You sure this isn’t for the cameras?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but it came out quieter than you intended.

Jack smiled, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Maybe it is,” he replied, his hand moving slowly to rest on your back. “But I think I actually needed a moment with you… without anyone watching.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the way he said it so earnestly, without hesitation. You tried to ignore the growing heat in your cheeks, the way his touch made your heart race.

“It’s a little late for this, don’t you think?” you asked, but the teasing tone was gone from your voice. Instead, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his response.

Jack’s eyes darkened slightly, his hand tightening against your back as if he was afraid you’d pull away. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way his gaze lingered on you told you everything you needed to know. His face was inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek, the softest touch that made your skin tingle. “I don’t think it’s ever too late,” he murmured, his voice low, the words just for you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the proximity to him overwhelming. Every part of you wanted to lean into him, close the gap between you, but something held you back. The weight of everything—of the cameras, of the fake dating, of the lines you had agreed not to cross—kept you frozen.

But Jack wasn’t frozen. His fingers curled around the edge of your dress, his touch warm and gentle as he guided you closer. His lips brushed against your ear again, his words so quiet you almost didn’t catch them.

“I know this isn’t real, but…” His voice trailed off, and the hesitation in his words made your breath catch in your throat. “I think… I think it could be.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Could it be real? Was this more than just an act? The questions swirled in your mind, each one more complicated than the last.

You turned to face him, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. His gaze was steady, searching your face, as if waiting for some kind of answer. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that made you want to reach out, to close the gap between you, but the weight of everything still lingered between you.

Finally, you spoke, your voice trembling just slightly. “What does that mean, Jack?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes flickering to your lips for a moment before he slowly, carefully, closed the distance between you. His lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss, the sensation lingering longer than it should have. The kiss was slow, exploratory, as if he was testing the waters, unsure of whether it was something you both wanted.

You responded almost immediately, your body moving on its own as you kissed him back, deepening the connection. The world seemed to fall away as everything else faded into the background. There were no cameras. No fake dating. Just the two of you, finally letting go of the pretense.

When you pulled away, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathless from the kiss. Jack’s hand was still on your back, holding you close, and you couldn’t ignore the way his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he whispered, his voice raw and full of emotion. “Not with you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to process what he had just said, trying to understand what it meant. But as you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that whatever this was—whether it was real or not—it was more than you had ever expected.

The world around you felt like it had slowed down, each second stretching out as you stood there in Jack’s arms, both of you still catching your breath from the kiss. The weight of the moment, the pull between what you both wanted and what you had been pretending to be, hung in the air like an unspoken question.

Jack’s forehead rested against yours, his breath warm on your skin, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered if the press, the cameras, and the expectations of the world really mattered. Because right now, it was just the two of you, and in this small bubble of intimacy, the lines between fake and real didn’t seem so clear anymore.

“I don’t want to pretend either,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside you. The words felt heavy, like a confession that had been waiting to be spoken for too long.

Jack’s eyes softened, a flicker of something tender crossing his features. He stepped back slightly, but his hands remained on your waist, grounding you both in the moment. “Then what are we doing?” His voice was quiet, barely above a murmur, but it carried a weight that you felt deep in your chest.

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. The idea of crossing that line, of turning this from a performance into something real, seemed terrifying in the best possible way. But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart raced whenever Jack was near, or the way his touch made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your gaze dropping to the floor before meeting his eyes again. “But I don’t want to stop seeing where this goes.”

A small, almost relieved smile tugged at Jack’s lips, and for the first time that night, he seemed to let go of the carefully constructed façade he had been holding up. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored your own, and it was like, for once, neither of you had to pretend.

“I’m not good at this whole… real relationship thing,” Jack said, his voice a little rough, like the confession was something he had been holding back. “But with you… I want to try.”

His words made your heart ache, the sincerity in his tone resonating through every inch of you. You could see the conflict in his eyes—this wasn’t what he had signed up for. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. You both stood there, taking the first step toward something neither of you could fully explain.

The sound of laughter from inside the party snapped you both out of your daze. Jack reluctantly let go of you, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he stepped back. The cold air hit you both as you both took a breath, your hearts still racing from the kiss, from the honesty that had just been shared.

“You want to go back in?” Jack asked, his voice quieter now, as though the reality of the situation was settling in. His gaze held a mixture of uncertainty and longing, like he wasn’t quite sure how to move forward.

You nodded, though part of you wanted to stay in the stillness of the night. The party, the cameras, the world outside felt so far removed from what had just happened. But as you both walked back toward the balcony doors, the bubble of intimacy seemed to shrink with every step.

As you reentered the party, the noise and bustle of the event rushed back, and it felt like nothing had changed. Jack kept his distance for a moment, letting you step into the room ahead of him. But then, just as you were about to rejoin the group, you felt his hand on your back again, his fingers pressing lightly against your spine, like a silent reassurance that he was still there, still with you.

You looked over your shoulder, catching his eye, and for a split second, it felt like the whole world was just the two of you again. His lips quirked into a small smile, and though there were people around you, laughing, chatting, and pretending like everything was normal, it felt different now. Everything had changed.

Jack leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your ear again as he spoke in a low whisper. “We’re not pretending anymore. I’m done with that.”

The words sent a thrill through you, the finality in his tone making your heart skip a beat. For a brief moment, you let yourself forget about the world outside, about the pressure of what was expected from you both. The kiss you had shared, the unspoken promise between the two of you, had sealed something that couldn’t be undone.

You didn’t know what it meant for the future, but right now, you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you and Jack were standing there, in that crowded room, and for the first time in months, it felt like you were finally being real with each other.

The night continued, the event winding down as the guests began to filter out. But through it all, Jack remained by your side. He didn’t let go of you, his hand finding yours whenever you least expected it, guiding you through the crowd, making sure you were always close, always near.

As the evening drew to a close, Jack pulled you aside, away from the noise of the party. His eyes were searching, his expression more serious than it had been all night.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, his voice low, as if he wasn’t sure how to say what was on his mind. “About what we’re doing. About us.”

You held your breath, unsure of what was coming next.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to make this work, with everything going on.” His hands slipped into his pockets, his shoulders tense, like he was trying to work through the thoughts that had been racing through his head. “But I want to try. I really do.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. There was no more pretending, no more playing a part. In that moment, Jack was as real as it got.

“I want to try, too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the fading party.

Jack’s gaze softened, and for the first time all night, he smiled—truly smiled—as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted.

The night continued to fade around you, the noise of the party blending into the background as you and Jack stood there, in your own world. The weight of his words still hung in the air, his admission that he wanted to try, that he was willing to make this work, felt like a promise. And for the first time, the walls that had surrounded both of you seemed to fall, leaving only the rawness of your emotions.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jack said, breaking the silence that had settled between you. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid to shatter the moment, but there was a quiet resolve in it, too.

You didn’t hesitate. The idea of leaving the noise behind, of finding a quiet place with him where it could just be the two of you, felt like the perfect escape. Without a word, you followed him through the crowd, your hand slipping into his as he led you out of the bustling venue. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, the noise of the party slowly fading as the door clicked shut behind you.

Jack turned to face you, his eyes searching yours, as if making sure this wasn’t just another moment in the haze of the night. His thumb brushed gently over the back of your hand, sending a soft shiver through your body.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “About us?”

The question caught you off guard. But it wasn’t because you didn’t know the answer—it was because Jack had never been this vulnerable before. The cool, confident exterior he usually wore had cracked, and you saw him for who he really was in that moment. And what you saw was someone who cared, someone who was scared of being hurt, just like you.

You nodded, your grip on his hand tightening just a fraction. “I’m sure,” you said, the words coming out more confidently than you felt, but there was no doubt in your mind. “I want this. I want to be with you.”

Jack’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Good,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet relief. Then, without another word, he stepped closer, his free hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your skin, the touch so gentle, so intimate, that your heart skipped a beat.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. There were no cameras, no expectations, no pretenses—just the two of you standing in the cool night air, ready to take that next step.

And then Jack leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was different from the one earlier, less urgent, more tender. His mouth moved against yours slowly, as if he were savoring the moment, tasting the sweetness of it, allowing the connection between you to deepen.

You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. The world around you seemed to blur as you both gave in to the growing desire that had been simmering between you all night. You pulled him closer, your body pressed against his, the heat between you unmistakable.

But just as the kiss began to grow more intense, Jack pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice low, almost pained, as if he feared crossing a line that couldn’t be undone.

You took a deep breath, your pulse racing from the closeness, the intensity of the moment. “Yes,” you breathed out, your fingers gently brushing against the side of his face. “I’m sure. I don’t want to pretend anymore, Jack.”

The weight of those words hung between you, and Jack’s expression softened. His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you against him once more as he kissed you again, deeper this time, more sure. And as his lips moved against yours, everything else faded into the background. There was no acting, no performance—just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and slightly dazed, Jack rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if he were trying to collect himself. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hands still gripping your waist, as if he never wanted to let go.

“I don’t think I can do this in secret anymore,” he said softly, his voice filled with both excitement and uncertainty. “I don’t think I want to.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, the intensity of them hitting you harder than anything else he had said all night. There was a weight to his admission, and the vulnerability in his tone made everything feel more real.

“I don’t want to either,” you whispered, your voice full of conviction. “I’m done pretending. I want to be with you, Jack.”

His lips curved into a smile, one that was full of warmth and affection. “Then let’s make it real,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but smile back, the weight of everything falling away as you finally realized that this wasn’t just some game or some PR stunt. It was real. And what you had with Jack was something that couldn’t be faked.

Jack kissed you again, this time with a sense of finality. It wasn’t rushed, but it was full of purpose. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as if memorizing the feel of you. You leaned into the kiss, your arms winding around his neck as you pulled him closer, your body fitting against his in a way that felt so natural, so right.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and a little dazed, Jack rested his forehead against yours once more. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the tenderness in his words filling your chest with warmth. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased gently, making him laugh softly, the sound rich and genuine.

For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no cameras, no spotlight. There was just you and Jack, standing together in the quiet of the night, with nothing else to hide behind.

“Let’s go,” Jack said after a moment, his voice more determined than before. “Let’s make this real. Let’s stop pretending.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. The world outside, with all its expectations and pressures, didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Jack, and the love you were ready to embrace.

[androcreates]

Byler Fanfic Masterpost

Hey y'all! It's going to be a while until I post my next Byler fic, so I wanted to create this post for easy travel, whether you've read one of my stories or not. If you haven't read them all, I hope they can tide you over for a while. Thanks for reading!

Painting Targets (143,839 words)(Will pov)(Teen+)

“Get ready to have some cabin fever for a season with new twists, new surprises, and all new Houseguests. Summer is here, which can mean only one thing. “Good evening, I’m Julie Chen-Moonves. Welcome to the season premiere of Big Brother. Tonight, 16 new Houseguests begin the most outrageous and challenging three months of their lives. Behind me, the Big Brother house has been transformed into the BB Lodge, where these Houseguests will move in, and compete in an over-the-top, campground-themed Summer. “In the end, one houseguest will be crowned the winner of Big Brother, and claim the $750,000 prize. “But first, we can’t get this Summer started until we meet our new Houseguests. Let’s begin with the first four.” - Or, the Byler x Big Brother fanfic no one asked for.

Ordinary Superstar (78,520 words)(Will pov)(Teen+)

Against better judgment, Will knew he wanted to know more. Wanted to know what was making Mike tick. So he moved steadfast, making his way back to Mike. Will taps Mike on the shoulder and he turns around. There’s already a smile on Mike’s face and Will wants to know why. Mike was an enigma, and Will wasn’t sure if he was someone to be solved, but he wanted to try. In one fell swoop, Will asks, “Can I paint you?” ☆ In his Junior year of high school, Will Byers has found solace in the biographies he reads and the portraits he creates. He has accepted the fact that his life is not at all interesting like those of the famous people he reads about, nor is he worthy of capturing his own likeness in a self portrait. Will has resigned himself to being an ordinary wallflower that moves through life without a strong opinion of what he wants. When Mike Wheeler takes invested interest in him, Will wants to shoot it down, shocked that he can grab someone's attention so much. But as he grows closer to Mike, Will discovers that Mike's inclination to think of him as a superstar isn't a farfetched idea, nor is it farfetched to think of Mike in the same way.

Will Byers' Last Known Existence (18,860 words)(Will pov)(Teen+)

Will sits in silence as their campaign begins to take form. He chews on his lips throughout the entirety of it. Like he hasn’t eaten all day. He avoids breaking skin, the taste of blood would ruin his train of thought. Eddie’s words barely reach him, nothing but garbled sounds that enter one ear and leave the other. Will tries not to make it obvious, but his sight never strays from Mike. ------ Will Byers, a young artist, moves to Indiana before his senior year of high school begins. He lives with a loving sister and mother, and brother who try their best to get him acclimated to his new life, but Will Byers' outlook on life continues to hinder him. As he goes through his senior year, Will finds solace in his friends and family, but soon finds himself in the arms of a boy named Mike Wheeler. Throughout the year, Will learns what it's like to fall in love, both platonically and romantically. His journey will lead him to the point in his life where he can finally be proud of himself and who he his, the impact he has on others and the impact he has on himself.

The Boy from Apartment 512 (5,027 words)(Mike pov)(Teen+)

“I think at this point it’s just pathetic.” Dustin says as he helps Mike put away his groceries. “Keep it coming.” Mike responds flatly. “Not only are you a stuttering mess around him, you quite literally can’t have a normal conversation with him. ‘You have a canvas with you.’ No shit Sherlock, got anything interesting to say? And to top it all off, you lock yourself out of your house.” Dustin is chuckling by this point. “It’s embarrassing at this point.” “Not too much, Dustin. I haven’t forgotten how much of a lovesick puppy you were once you finally dated Suzie.” Mike’s putting away his melted ice cream as Dustin continues. “That’s completely different and you know it. At least I’m actually dating someone. When was the last time someone’s been interested in you?” “I’ll have you know a lot of people are interested in me, I’m just not interested in them.” Dustin’s rolling up the reusable bags as he says, “I’m sure that’s the case.”

Sandbox Love (3,024 words)(Mike pov)(Teen+)

“Do you think the sand remembers us?” Will asks suddenly, and with Mike now focused on Will’s lips, he almost doesn’t hear the question posed to him. “I’m sorry?” Will looks at Mike, and he gets to look into Will’s eyes, seeing the beauty of the entire world in them, like two pearls reflecting light just perfectly to catch anybody’s attention. In fact, it was like Will had swallowed the stars, because various points on his face, and in his hair, and on his clothes, and on his teeth and tongue, twinkle and sparkle and shine, beckoning Mike closer, and he does so without a second thought as Will asks, “Like, do you think this is the same sand from when we were children playing in here?” The question makes Mike chuckle, because it’s so quintessential Will, and that’s what Mike loves about him, so when Will asks, “What’s so funny?” with a smile that bared his perfect teeth, Mike responds with the truth, “It’s just that’s what I love about you.” - After a night out, Mike and Will find themselves back at their old elementary school.

[terrainofheartfelt]

Okay so the thing about Sally Rooney is she is so good at third person limited unreliable narrator and sitting in the complexity of people and letting them be ambiguous and messy and imperfect and then she’ll hit you with a line of prose that butterflies you open like a shrimp

[myokk]

fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓

legilimency

Word count: 1.700

Rating: M (language)

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’

His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.

She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…

Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…

His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”

[shima-draws]

Ideal ending to WCI is Luffy seeing Sanji cry and then awakening his devil fruit and unlocking Gear Fifth out of sheer RAGE and saying the classic line of “Who made you cry, Sanji?! I’ll DESTROY THEM!!!” and then proceeding to go on a rampage and fucking absolutely EVERYBODY up including the Vinsmokes, Pudding, AND the Big Mom Pirates. Toss in the trope of came back wrong and Sanji can immediately tell something is not right about this Luffy, whose smile is too wide, whose eyes are too distant, who continues to beat upon his enemies long after they’re down, who seems to take a sick sort of pleasure in hurting others, who grins and giggles and tells Sanji he’ll obliterate anything that makes him cry. Eventually he starts to scare Sanji so bad that even Luffy notices his reaction, and immediately turns on himself because if HE’S the one making Sanji cry then he’ll just have to destroy himself too. And that’s when Sanji finally leaps into action and does whatever he can to reach Luffy—including kissing him. Luckily that was exactly what Luffy needed to snap out of it, and when he comes to the Whole Cake Chateau is in broken pieces, the Big Mom Pirates are battered beyond fighting and the Vinsmokes are nowhere to be seen. And softly, tiredly, he asks if they won, if he can bring Sanji home, and Sanji cries again and says yes, take me home to the Sunny, I want to go home with you.

Meanwhile the rest of the Strawhats are like

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[anaceshornyblog]

What if we put MonsterJon in the unethical experiment cube and Jonah was in charge of researching him. I think this would fix me.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I’m going to say I think now that my brain remembered part of what it was thinking is that Taylor and Joe went through a lot together (good and bad) and regardless of how it ended or what led to it they both seem to be determined to keep that private and not throw each other under the bus and in the end they’re just two very, very different people whose outlooks in the long term were just never going to align and never has that been clearer.