#THEY HAVE BEDROOMS ON THAT SHIP IDC!!!!!

[littlecrittereli]

When I was reading the reprogrammed fic and just kinda making my own little gibbits in my head, I for some reason convinced myself that this was the layout of their room

This last one is just how I imagined their little storage spots to look. This one is Chris’s :3

Chris just likes to keep books and clothes nice and organized, and Martin likes to hold legos and little figures and whatnots. Chris likes to hold his trinkets on the shelf next to the beanbag where he can chill/read. The bottom part can also be used as a bedside table since it’s at the same level as the beds.

I also imagine a little nook that sits in the window that Chris likes to sit on when he’s feeling overwhelmed. Martin covered the nook with plushies, blankets, and string lights when he noticed it was a place Chris liked ❤️

I LOVE BEDROOM DECORATION HEADCANONS!!!!! omg the way people decorate their spaces are so cool and you can tell so much about a character by their interior design choices I'm so obsessed actually- Gotta appreciate the detail of Martin having some shit on the floor. They 100% fight about it at least once a day. (but Chris gets over it dw) (I say as a younger sibling who shared a room for like 17 years with my sister who is now moved out and can't leave clothes all over our floor... I miss sharing a room with her... but the mess? not so much...)

[stariekis]

angel girl.

pairing : non idol!heeseung + fem!reader . gender : fluff + comfort . cw : skin ship and reader has a tattoo, nothing more i think ~ . wc : 2.2 k

— synopsis : he is everything you need when you feel at your lowest, your guardian angel.

— notes : feeling kinda insecure abt this one but it is such a cute idea so i'm going to post it anyways idc ! hope you guys like it tho <3 as always, reposts and all kinds of feedback are very appreciated babies ~

Your head was spinning. You had been sitting in front of your computer all day with your papers scattered on the table, you had not had a moment to rest.

The sun had already set. The light from the street lamp and the small lamp on your desk were the only sources of light in your room, making it more cozier. A cool breeze typical of a summer night was coming through the window of your room. In spite of this, it didn't feel like summer yet because of your finals that were just around the corner.

On the edge of your desk sat your phone which had been in silence all day. Turning on the screen to check the time you found a notification from the contact "angel <3". It was your boyfriend, Heeseung, a nickname he had earned after saying how much he liked the angel tattoo on your arm.

The message was from a few hours ago, in it he told you to take care of yourself and that if you needed anything you could talk to him. 'i miss him so much' you thought, spending that many hours without talking to him was killing you. You needed to see him and clear your head a bit so you decided to write him the following message:

baby ): could you come to my house for a while ?? I understand if you don't want to, it's already pretty late... but i really need to see you.

And without a second thought you sent it

Not even two minutes had passed when you felt your phone vibrate in your hands. you smiled at the message.

i'm on my way my love. love you <3

Turning your phone off you waited for your boyfriend to come.

Some minutes later your heard your front door opening. You parents weren't at home and Heeseung was the only one with a copy of your house key, so you supposed it was him.

Your assumptions were correct. You heard your bedroom opening and, turning around on your chair, you saw your boyfriend leaning on your doorframe.

— 'Hi ' he said, whispering, coming closer to where you were sitting with a smile on his face. You opened your arms without saying a word, waiting for him to hug you. As soon as he put his arms around your waist, he picked you up and sat you both on your bed with you sitting on his lap.

You pulled away from his neck to look at him, one of his hands now on your face caressing your cheek gently, admiring your features — 'Are you okay baby?' His bambi eyes looking at you with worried eyes. He knew how much effort and time you have been putting preparing for your finals and he was actually concerned about your well-being.

— 'Just tired Seung, nothing more really' hiding your face in his neck again he hugged your waist tighter and laid back on your bed, with you on top of him.

You felt how one of his hands went up to your right arm and caressed a specific place there, where your tattoo was. He always makes sure to remind you how much he likes the little angel tattooed on your arm and that it resembles you a lot because you are an actual angel, his angel.

You started feeling sleepy, the touch of his fingers on your skin, the tiredness and his arm still embracing your waist made you feel at ease. You were safe with him.

Feeling your breathing slowing down with every second he knew that you were starting to fall asleep — 'Sleep well my sweetest angel girl ' he whispered in your ear, leaving a kiss on you forehead.

He soon felt his eyelids closing slowly, feeling the tiredness invading his own body accompanied by the warmth of your body on top of him.

Both of you falling asleep on each other's embrace, feeling finally at home.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

(Not so) Lonely Birthday

Summary: a birthday without her boyfriend, or not?

Pairing: (most likely ooc) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Marta ( @wolvesandhoundshowltogether )

Warnings: none, except: Unashamedly shipping my friends with a fictional character. Pure fluff. I haven't written in a year. Not proofread, not beta'd, nothing. Absolutely self indulgent but for a friend. My first time writing Ghost, if you think he's out character, idc this is a birthday fic not a character study.

A/N: happy birthday @wolvesandhoundshowltogether 🩷🩷🩷🎂🎂 sorry this comes a bit late today 😅

Word count: 833

Title: (Not so) Lonely Birthday

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It was another late night without him. Another deployment, another missed birthday. No… Not missed… just without him. She knows it by now. Hers, his, Christmas, anniversaries. It bordered on a miracle to have him there for a special day. Rare, cherished.

Of course there was this underlying hurt and disappointment. This time I'll try. His promise. Only for Marta to spend the day alone again. If he can, he calls. But opportunities are sparse. His mission was too secret, there was no time, no reception, you name it. He makes it up afterwards, of course he does. But still. The day is over.

Because she knows that today wouldn't be any different than other birthdays, she spends it like she usually would, with her friends, going out for brunch, just walking around the city, finding a nice spot to have lunch and enjoy the sun, before having dinner and a few drinks, then going home.

So she comes home late at night, a bit tipsy, having spent a nice day out with her girlfriends – and one or two cocktails, maybe three – filled with laughter and happiness, despite her boyfriend's absence.

She gets ready for bed, cuddles her cat a bit before she shuts off the lights and crawls under the blankets. This is when she misses him the most. When the bed beside her remains cold.

She turns, and rests her head on his pillow, breathing in his scent. Wrapping her arms around the pillow, she nearly shoves her nose into it. Like most nights, she imagines him with her, holding her, his strong arms wrapped around her, the steady beat of his heart lulling her to sleep.

It's a few hours after she's fallen asleep, when the door to their flat opens. The figure that enters is large, burly, carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder, and a small cardboard box in his hands.

Deep in dreamland, she doesn't notice any of this. But their cat does, jumping off the bed and running over to the door, purring when she pushes her head against his legs.

"Hey there, Mittens," Simon whispers when the cat stands on her hind legs, curiously looking up at the box in his hands, sniffing the air around it. "She asleep?" He knows he's not going to get an answer from the cat, which doesn't stop him, or Marta for that matter, from talking to her as if she would.

"Luv?" he murmurs after entering the bedroom, his voice rough. She doesn't stir. Setting the box down on the bedside table, he tries again. A bit louder this time. "Luv? Wake up."

Usually, he'd let her sleep and just climb into bed with her. But not this time. Not today.

He watches her for a moment. Peaceful. Her face mushed into his pillow, her arms wrapped around it. It makes him smile, makes him want to take a picture.

He tries waking her again. "Luv? C'mon, wake up." He touches her shoulder. Nothing. His other hand comes up to gently touch her head with his rouch, calloused hands. She grumbles softly in her sleep. "Luv, 'm home," he whispers, shaking her shoulder now, gently.

She grumbles again, scrunching up her face. There we go.

"Luv? Are ya wakin' up?" he whispers, a bit of his teasing smile audible in his voice.

"What?" she mumbles, slurred from sleep. "Few minutes…"

Simon chuckles. "c'mon, luv. Need ya awake for this." He runs his fingers through her hair as he waits for her to wake up a bit more. Drowsily, she rubs her eyes. She blinks at him in the dim light. "Simon?" she mumbles. Then.

"Simon!" She's awake immediately, sitting up on her knees to throw her arms around his neck. "You made it," Marta mumbles into the collar of his shirt. The fact it's past midnight remains ignored by them both.

" 'appy birthday, luv," he murmurs into her hair, holding her against his chest.

Once they part, he picks up the box again, opening it and lighting the little candle, before he shows her the small cake he managed to find. She lets out a small gasp, not expecting him to bring a cake. Hell, she didn't expect him to be here at all today.

"Make a wish, luv."

She smiles at him, shaking her head a bit, not expecting him to be so… coconventional when it comes to things like this. Then, she blows out the candle.

"What'd ya wish for?" He asks, then.

"If I told you, it won't come true," she whispers, tilting her head when he grabs two spoons from the bedside table, giving them to her, before he takes off his clothes to his underwear and climbs into bed with her.

"I love ya. 'appy birthday," he murmurs, and kisses her temple, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the cake box balanced on their laps.

"Love you too," she whispers back, smiling. So he did manage to come home on time after all.

[lord-emerson]

OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

I've been tagged by @letters-of-fire, thank you love 💕 (if they haven't posted their own version yet shhh. they tagged me in their soul trust me)

first two art pieces by the sweetest @letters-of-fire, third art by the lovely @t6fs

Name: Lord Oswald J. Emerson, at your service~

Age: 25

Gender: A gentleman (trans man, he/him)

Sexuality: Relentlessly queer (mostly into masc people, but can and will have fun with anybody)

Appearance: 183 cm/6' tall with a lanky and slender build. His posture is proud and confident without looking stiff. His movements are always languid, like swimming in a sea of honey. He wears the easy smile of a man who already knows more about you than you'd prefer.

🌠✨Propaganda for:

incessant flirt who can nonetheless make you feel special with his words

he can also make you feel special with his hands

will try to impress you with extravagant dates (despite being secretly broke)

considerate of your feelings, both in and out of the bedroom

adaptable, can be whatever you want him to be

very tuned into body language, will know what you want before you even know to ask for it, but...

🙅‍♂️🚩 Propaganda against:

... whether you're getting it is a different question altogether -> relentless tease

fleeting interests, both in people and pastimes

yet if he becomes invested in a relationship, he won't quit it until it emotionally destroys either one or both parties

can be seen as duplicitous (he does what he needs to survive)

he is self-conscious about his gray hairs and dyes them constantly. this is an objective loss for everybody involved

he won't let himself be emotionally vulnerable. but he wants to so baaaaadly. but he won't. unless...?

[toxycodone]

What is ur ideal dunmeshi polycule.. or your nightmare polycule, what is the worst combo of your fictional crushes that could all live in one big house together with you.

Oh God. I….okay.

Oxy’s Modern AU! Ship Lore. (Dungeon Meshi Edition)

It’s complicated. Me and Laios have the only semblance of a normal relationship (besides all the biting each other and puppy play shit.) On the outside you’d see us together a lot and be under the assumption that we are boyfriends maybe a little weird. But cute and harmless nonetheless.

Well then there’s Kabru. He’s there mainly for Laios at first (wants to understand his freak) and then comes across me and cannot decide if he wants to hate me or fuck me. Kabru gets constantly cockblocked because Laios always shuts him down and never assumes anything romantic (despite me encouraging Kabru to do it bc I’m okay w it). This leads to hate sex. Or something. We have a weird polycule type beat. Kabru has a constant migraine (but in the best way possible.) Labru canon.

Then we have Thistle. He makes it really clear he doesn’t like Laios or Kabru. But he VERY much so likes me (my whimsy but obvious self awareness has captivated him). Laios tries his damn hardest to get on Thistle’s good side. Kabru thinks this guy should eat shit, but tries to act polite. Kabru’s convinced Thistle is a one time hookup for me or something. Then starts gnawing at the bars of his enclosure the longer the dude sticks around. He’s really hoping I drop Thistle when he outgrows being a boy toy.

Lastly, Mr. Winged Lion/Demon comes into play. I’m hooked because usually I’m never down bad for anyone but I’m down sincerely for this guy. He’s kinda a creep. Thistle refuses to be in the same room as this man. For once, Laios doesn’t like someone. He and Thistle bond over this. Kabru is entranced because 1. This dude is a major freak and he wants to know his deal/how much of a threat he is to me 2. Cannot resist the case study here at play. Just why is Oxy so down bad? Especially for a man who barely graces it with attention? What is happening here? IS OXY WESRINF A FUCKINF CHASTITY BELT?

Anyways it goes like this:

Laios/Oxy: Established relationship. Almost normal boyfriends. Almost

Laios/Oxy/Kabru: The Big Three. Perfect Trio. There is banter. There’s autism. There’s everything. It’s perfect. Established relationship in a comfortable multi bedroom apartment/penthouse.

Oxy/Thistle + Labru: Thistle becomes a side piece but for some reason stays. Laios is okay with this. Kabru is not convinced to let this barely legal guy stay despite how much I preach about how he’s just a little meow meow wet cat. There is a slight begrudging agreement to allow Thistle to sleep in my office. It becomes his room. Awwww.

Oxy/Lion + Thistle + Labru: Messy. Obvious abuser has captivated me (I’m witnessing the horrors but I just do not get them.) There’s obvious history between Lion and Thistle and that just makes it worse because Thistle is like. Only 19. And Lion is probably in his mid to late 40s. I’m being manipulated out of my mind but my dick is so hard idc

Meanwhile Labru is deciding how they’re gonna free me from this prison. Thistle helps. Kabru and Thistle kinda stop hating each other and form a truce (however they never really get romantic. Thistle is an Oxy simp through and through.)

Anyways it’s crazy. It makes it even more difficult because Lion starts to paying rent for me (“as a gift”, but it’s just another means of control) and Labru, being two 20s losers (Laios is a retail worker and Kabru is a student) are weighing the pros and cons of being financially stable versus having their partner basically. Under some guys thumb.

Thistle isn’t paying rent but he should (literally comes from a rich fam). We make him cover groceries (he indulges in my need for fancy ice cream. He’s swiping Daddy Delgal’s card without even thinking).

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

ok im curious do you have any jason todd headcannons

These are (all) mostly angst, so be forewarned

THE AUTOPSY SCAR STAYS EVEN IF IT"S ILLOGICAL

SO DO THE GREEN EYES and WHITE STREAK

Idc where the autopsy scar came from, but I like the idea that the LOA did experiments post resurrection bc Ra's is so obsessed with immortality.

I don't hate the 'pit madness' trope, so long as it feeds on already existing emotions and it's temporary after getting out of the pit. Kind of like it's this voice at the back of his mind that is amplified and urges him to do things he would typically hesitate to do. But it's still well within his power to resist or give in.

Jason would hide non-perishables all around the manor for the first two years living there and genuinely believed he was one misstep from being kicked out the whole time

Kinda related to ^ (TW: Food issues) he has really bad issues with food insecurity. He has a habit of switching between scarfing food/binge eating, and then storing things for too long because he's afraid of running out and having empty shelves ever

Sometimes he forgets how old he is and his knee-jerk reaction is to answer "15" when someone asks

He ran a bicycle gang with other kids on the streets when he was homeless. Mostly to steal food and help each other out. But Winter typically picked them all off one by one, some would get taken into the foster system, kidnapped etc... so it didn't last.

He can't stand needles

He hated galas as a kid bc of the obvious classism, and the expectation for him to mask his 'roots', mannerisms, accents etc

of course, that didn't stop people from commenting and comparing him to the first Wayne Ward.

He could have his pockets lined with gold and still always chooses the cheapest option when he's out shopping for food/necessities. He never lets anyone else pay for him, and if for some reason someone does, he picks the cheapest thing he can find

He needs his bedroom door locked at all times

Can't sleep without a night-light, but he'd take that info to his grave

Learning to shave and drive were incredibly emotional experiences for him, because he was on his own and just really wanted Bruce to help him

He was the first to call Bruce 'Dad' normally as Robin, (aside from Damian, but he calls him 'Father' which is just different to me) and Jason had the most 'dad & son' relationship with Bruce out of all the robins. This is part of the reason he can't reconcile the Bruce he knows now, with the one he left.

He is often the only one to call Bruce 'dad' to this day, and it's more subconscious than anything. It slips when he's really emotional or drugged up and he hates himself for it

He's an angry crier (most emotions make his eyes burn)

He used to really want to get married and have kids, and some part of him still does, but he's terrified of damaging his kids bc of all his own issues and he can't imagine ever meeting someone who would put up with him

He can't stand to be in the manor for too long but he will hangout with his brothers and the girls outside of it. Typically these hangouts only work if it's kept light/surface level

He loves all of them and would kill and die for them, but this is not common or expressed knowledge. It's in the subtext.

He wants to be close to all of them, and Bruce- but there's just too much trauma and bad-blood to ever really fix it all. He knows it will never be fixed, and he's not willing to compromise his beliefs for it.

He wants to go to college

and is working on getting his GED

and lastly: I lowkey vibe with him and Stephanie as a ship if it was given the care and attention it deserved

Canon ship wise though, I HC Rose is the only girl he's ever genuinely seen a future with and she feels the same about him which is why they're terribly avoidant of each other

sorry this was legit all angst <3

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

What are some of your all time favorite tropes to use when you write or draw your ships or and ocs?

I really love the size difference one you went with for Bluffy🥰 it's my favorite! Your art made me a Bluffy fan btw. It's gorgeous.

I have quite a few that I enjoy.

My top five favorites are

Size difference. Probably my biggest weakness when it comes to pairings. It could be done a number of ways. Tall bottom/short top, short bottom/tall top, switches with size difference, etc. I try not to lean into bl tropes too much, but it doesn't mean I don't dabble lol. I have a variety of ships with a size difference going both ways and even ocs with it. It really just depends on the character.

Age difference. I don't ship anything with children. I just can't. But a noticeable age difference between two adults is just 🤌🏻

Feminine bottoms who aren't helpless. I see the trope a lot where the bottom is feminine and can't defend themselves for shit. It's not that I don't mind it, I just see it a little too much. I like when the bottom is super pretty, but can also kill you 🫠 which is a major thing that happens with my oc, Talon. I also like tough bottoms who become whiny and pathetic when their top is around.

Puppy dog top/vicious bottom and vice versa. Those kind of pairings are loved by a lot of people, including me.

Demon/angel or a god, demon/priest. To me it doesn't matter who tops or who bottoms in this trope, it's the evil corrupting the good or even the good influencing the evil for me. I even like a little mixture of both.

Some honorable mentions:

Dom/sub. This one has a very wide range. Both could be doms, both could be subs. The top could dom or the bottom could dom. They could switch and mix up their dynamic. I really like power bottoms with doms bc that's basically what my husband and I are and it's what I see with Buggy and Luffy.

Mpreg. I LOVE me some mpreg because it's just so damn sweet. Idc how it happens, trans men, some unknown force, etc. Idc. I will read it or draw it a hundred times over.

Murderer or kidnapper/victim and hunter/prey. People know me. I like the dark stuff. Something about a character being hunted down just UGH. Toxic tropes in fiction just scratch an itch, ya know?

The size difference between Buggy and Luffy is already pretty apparent in the show. Luffy's head reaches Buggy's chest. However, my version just took it a little further because it's my all time favorite. I put them in a lot of categories because they're both bold and they just fit.

To me, Buggy is not a bottom. He just isn't. People can try to tell me all day that he is, but I can't be swayed. That man is a top 100% It's just his personality. People can babygirl him all they want, he's still a top lmao. Now, I'm not opposed to him being a sub sometimes. Give Luffy the reins every now and then, because that's Luffy's personality. Buggy still has that pathetic side to him where he would definitely cave and allow Luffy to take control of what happens in the bedroom, office, bow of the ship or wherever they decide they want each other.

Also, thank you for liking my art🖤

[neg-im]

Idc who you ship Kid with. I just know that they end up living in Gallows Manor inevitably.

Now, moving this to KilikKidStar

They have a big main bedroom but they also have their own individual bedrooms, for when any on them need it for whatever reason. Sometimes they hang out in each other's room tho, but not Black Star's usually.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hows it going gang. great i hope. was wondering if you could pair me in a slasher fandom, idc which fandom ive seen so many slashers i love them. surprise me 🙏🙏

naturally ive got dark brown hair but rn its blonde, pretty curly and ive got a grown out mullet. uhh brown eyes, 5'4, mix between punk and grunge and various cool shirts. i have a leather jacket and platform docs.

personality wise?? i do not like talking to people 😭 but also if you get me going in a conversation you will leave slightly disturbed with more knowledge than you asked for. i eat things off the ground. have dumpster dived on multiple occasions. one time i left out my bedroom window to avoid talking to my aunt and uncle.

thank you in advance

Keeping that for reference

Your Slasher Ship: Sissy Slaughter (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

(I think she’s a great person if you don’t like talking to people- she’s often in her own word and if you ever wanted to overdue on information she would happily listen to you, every one and a shake slipping in her clever, (maybeeee loopy) remarks. She loves that you crochet- she does too, she’s learned all sorts of knitting/sewing related things and if you made something for her she would love it and literally wear it every day, and brag about it to her victims)

[late-bloomer-trickster]

Man I was expecting Wednesday to be a bad show but what the hell?

I would give high praises to a 13 yo if they had written a crossover with the Addams, Harry Potter and That's So Raven

But that show is going in The Addams canon? I don't even know where to begin

I can shrug and play along with Gomez and Morticia shipping off a kid to a boarding school cause otherwise there's no story but it's already a stretch: those are the same parents that argued they didn't send their kids to school because what's the point in having children if you'll just get rid of them. Remember that?

That's the same reason why it's so hard to accept the strain between our lead character and her mom. Yes, we have that in the most recent cartoon, but I had problems with that as well

And then we get into this this Stephen King parody of a world where male bullies gang up on a girl they don't know to hit her? That's something I'd let slide if the author was a solitary teenager writing in their bedroom, but adults wrote it. More than one. And they passed that screenplay around going "yeah, that's what the show needs"???

The fact that the school for outcasts is played in the most Hogwarts way possible is actually ok, idc. But that she lives in the Ophelia Hall (and so did Morticia) and no one even considered name dropping aunt Ophelia makes me wonder if the authors even have their Addams lore right.

One can argue that the show is a reimagining of the original, an AU where certain details were changed, like Gomez and Morticia meeting at school and not at her first funeral. I love AUs. But this is supposed to be canon.

One can argue that the show is made for a new audience that's only familiar with the most recent cartoon. Well, argue on, but I don't buy it. If it were so, there would be no need for so many "eastereggs" throwing back to the earlier versions of The Addams

I don't have hopes that it will get better if I keep watching but I also feel weird about calling it a shameless cashgrab without seeing the rest of it. But if do finish watching the show it will be on torrent

[release-the-mccracken]

Starry-Eyed Child

Ship: Bert McCracken x Quinn Allman

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: There’s not enough fics of Bert getting fucked in the ass, imo. Humble request for more. Idc who he’s with just make him the bottom please <3

Summary: Bert and Quinn finally get to spend some alone time together.

Warnings: Top Quinn, bottom Bert, porn without plot, anal, desperate sex, rough sex, unsafe sex, barebacking.

Ao3 link

It was a miracle they hadn’t drawn attention from somebody yet. Quinn wasn’t particularly loud during sex, but Bert definitely was. Of course, it didn’t help that it had been weeks since the last time they got to fuck and Quinn wasn’t sure if Bert had even gotten to jack himself off during that time. Between busyness and everyone being on top of each other all the time, they hadn’t even been able to think about sex. Being young and constantly horny, the past few weeks could’ve legally been classed as torture as far as they were concerned. 

Bert wasn’t surprised when Quinn found his way into his bedroom that night, taking the first chance they had for privacy. The rooms were close together and the walls were thin, but neither Bert nor Quinn could bring themselves to care about being heard. They wanted each other so badly it was almost a need and they’d deal with the consequences in the morning. Honestly, Bert wasn’t even surprised when he found himself pressed face first against the wall, his boxers shoved to the floor. What did surprise him was the first press of Quinn’s finger. He didn’t need prep and Quinn knew it, yet he was still wasting time. 

He stroked his wet finger, completely dripping as Quinn always used a generous amount of lube, against Bert’s hole firmly. Rubbing against the rim, Bert knew he was just trying to get him relaxed so this would go faster. But a moan was still yanked out of Bert when Quinn pressed his finger inside suddenly, curling and twisting. It was so much, having Quinn rubbing against his prostate, and yet so far from being enough. 

Before he could complain about it, the finger was retreating and there was a slick noise behind him that he knew was Quinn’s hand stroking over his cock. It seemed like it took forever. A breathy noise met his ears as time ticked along and he smirked, knowing Quinn was getting lost in the sensation of his own hand giving him some much needed relief. It was a good balance between Quinn feeling good and Bert getting what he wanted because a moment later, Quinn was lining up and sinking a bit too quickly into the smaller man.

“Oh, fuck. That’s tight,” Quinn whispered out, mostly to himself as he was fully seated inside of Bert. His hands settled on Bert’s waist to give himself some leverage and he had to completely still his movements. Part of it was because he wanted to give Bert time to adjust to the feeling after having not done this for so long. But it was also a selfish decision because he wasn’t sure how long he could last if he started moving immediately. He’d almost forgotten how good this felt and he really didn’t want to embarrass himself. 

He knew he’d never hear the end of it if he came within a minute of being inside of Bert and the possibility of it happening was pretty high. Bert was warm and wet, even tighter than he remembered. His teeth gritted tightly and his hands grasped his waist to keep the smaller man still, knowing he’d likely rock back against him. And Quinn already felt like he was teetering dangerously on the edge, threatening to fall over at any minute. It felt like being a teenager again, shooting off into his boxers at the slightest contact. 

“Allman,” Bert’s voice was high and shrill in Quinn’s head, reminiscent of a small child shrieking when they didn’t get their way. His hand tightened on Bert’s waist and his eyebrows furrowed a bit, but he barely kept a smirk off his face. He knew. He knew exactly what Bert wanted from him and he knew just how long he could tease him. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to choke you to death and just ride-” Suddenly, Quinn’s hips were snapping into him with enough force to knock him forwards into the wall. 

Quinn reveled in the noise Bert made and for the first time, the younger man seemed speechless. Bert fought for air as he slid his hands between his chest and the wall, keeping himself from being pressed against it. But he couldn’t help feeling he was in the perfect place. It felt like a catharsis for both of them, feeling like they’d found exactly where they were supposed to be. After any time apart, fucking again felt coming home.

Bert thought maybe this was what love was meant to be like. He would’ve been smiling if he had any control over his own body. His mouth seemed to part slightly without his permission, head tilting back until he found the solid curve of Quinn’s shoulder. Calloused hands readjusted on Bert’s waist and Quinn set a rougher pace for them. His movements were fast and desperate, and everything they needed. Half thrusts and fingers grasping skin hard enough to bruise were really all they could handle with how needy they both were. Bert reached to his own waist, grasping desperately at one of Quinn’s wrists, holding tightly. 

“I’ve got you,” Quinn promised and held Bert closer, letting his chin rest on the shorter man’s shoulder, their faces pressed so closely they were touching. The added contact was exactly what Bert needed and he relaxed into Quinn. It was as if he could read every movement Bert made. And honestly, Bert knew he did. They knew each other better than anyone else and part of that meant being able to completely read each other’s body language.

Bert was grateful he didn’t have to vocalize it because he didn’t think he could get any words out even if he tried. He was always loud when they fucked, but it only seemed amplified tonight. Part of it came from Bert being deprived from alone time with Quinn for so long, every ounce of desperation bubbling up and vocally manifesting. But another part of it was from just how close they were, seeming to touch at every inch of skin. No matter the reason, it was a lot for Quinn to hear. He couldn’t even think with how loud Bert was moaning. 

Quinn’s eyes slipped closed after a moment, smiling as he considered teasing Bert for how many noises he was making. For a moment, he thought about putting a hand over his mouth or pressing his fingers inside. But he figured the damage was already done. If the noises were going to wake one of the other boys up, it would’ve already. And Quinn wasn’t too keen on denying himself getting to hear Bert just to do something stupid like “be respectful” to the others. It was just wild to think that after every concert Quinn had been to, Bert moaning into his ear was going to be the thing that damaged his hearing. 

He dipped his head to the side a bit, beginning to kiss and bite along as much of Bert’s skin as he could reach. Bert tasted like how the stage smelled, warm and hitting Quinn squarely in the bones. Sweat clung to his skin, both from the stage lights and from what Quinn was doing to him. As they rocked against each other, Quinn felt his control slipping away from him a lot quicker than before and he allowed himself to leave as many marks as he could along Bert’s throat. He knew neither of them had any shame, they wouldn’t care if people saw and some primal part of Quinn wanted people to know that he had done this to Bert.  

Quinn bit down hard, harder than he had intended to. He was just so caught up in everything happening and how it all felt. When he did it, he didn’t even realize how rough he’d gotten until Bert let out a noise close to a sob and he tasted metal in his mouth. Licking over the skin apologetically, he was relieved when he could tell it wasn’t actively bleeding. The skin was barely broken. He moved his hand that Bert wasn’t holding onto, wrapping long fingers around Bert’s leaking cock and pausing his thrusts just long enough to swipe the pad of his thumb over the head of Bert’s cock. Bert’s hips jerked into the touch, gasping at the feeling of a callous on his finger and the warmth radiating from his palm. 

Once he had a good grasp on Bert’s dick, his hips began moving again. He resumed the pace he’d found before, not bothering to move his hand. Quinn simply let himself fuck Bert into his fist. The rhythm was steady and constant, driving Bert crazy. If Quinn thought he was loud earlier, he was now reaching glass-shattering levels of sound. He sounded like an overly exaggerated pornstar, but he meant every noise. Each sound was genuine and caused by Quinn, and the blonde could’ve come to that thought alone. 

Even with Bert getting so loud, Quinn couldn’t help but hear the slick sounds of his hand jerking Bert off and the sounds of his own hips hitting Bert’s with every thrust. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he didn’t care. Every thrust pushed his cock against Bert’s prostate and with the way he was leaking, Quinn knew he wasn’t far behind. Quinn huffed out a laugh against the side of Bert’s neck, feeling like he was a teenager again, overwhelmed by just being able to get his dick in something and coming within minutes. 

Luckily, he lasted a little longer this time than he did when he was younger. This time, he managed to push Bert over the edge before he finished himself and that gave him so much pride. Bert’s body seized up in his arms as he came hard, every inch of him trembling as Quinn held him through it. Quinn’s hips moved quicker, knowing Bert was easy to overstimulate. He was pretty certain he’d die if he had to pull out before he came at this point. But a handful of thrusts later, he was making his loudest noise of the evening. A choked out cry escaped him before he could stop it, hips stuttering as he finally came. 

He held still for a few long seconds before he trusted himself to move again, carefully pulling out of Bert. The younger man winced a bit at the feeling when he was quickly becoming more sensitive, but it was over quick enough to not garner a complaint. With how fucked out he felt, he wasn’t sure he had the energy to complain even if he wanted to. Quinn kept one hand on Bert’s waist, fingers stroking small patterns over his skin. It was completely silent for a few minutes except for the soft panting as they tried to catch their breath. 

“Jeph’s gonna kill you in the morning,” Bert murmured after a few moments of relaxing, finally feeling like he could breathe again. He carefully nudged his elbow back into Quinn’s chest until the blonde man stepped back. They were both lazy as they redid their jeans, Bert wincing slightly at the wet feeling as he moved. The grimace quickly slipped away from his face as he turned around to look up at Quinn, grinning as he slid a hand under the taller man’s shirt and rubbed over the smattering of hair leading down his stomach. 

“Me? He doesn’t have anything to be pissed at me about,” Quinn faked that look of shock that he wore so well, looking so offended that Bert would’ve apologized if he didn’t know Quinn. But he knew that face was all an act and he smirked as he raked his nails down Quinn’s happy trail gently. Quinn just barely fought off a small noise of pleasure, keeping himself in the scandalized character he was playing now. “I wasn’t the one wailing like a cat in heat,” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow slightly and Bert grinned at that. 

“Doesn’t matter, pretty boy. Your dick was the one causing it,” Bert patted his soft stomach for a second before pulling his hand out from under Quinn’s shirt. His hands slid under Quinn’s arms and around his shoulders instead, stepping closer to press his face into Quinn’s chest. Without hesitation, long arms were wrapping around Bert’s stomach and settling loosely around his lower back. They didn’t say ‘I love you.’ That wasn’t them. But as they stood there in the dark and held onto one another, they realized that maybe it didn’t have to be.

[ziltoidcoffee]

Any headcanons for silverusso and their age difference? Is it ever a problem? (honestly I love how CK showed how much they have in common)

(Thank you for the amazing ask! 💕 I love age difference ships so much. It's so sexy and taboo, and idc what anyone says. But there's some fun and not so fun aspects.Some of my headcanons are below!! Some are NSFW. OOPS.)

Daniel was probably the most insecure when they first met. Terry was already a successful businessman with a mansion and life experience while Daniel was some recent high school graduate who opened a plant store with his almost elderly karate teacher. It didn’t help that Terry liked to dress Daniel up and take him out to fancy restaurants or corporate parties. Daniel felt self-conscious around all these older people, but Terry didn’t let anyone talk bad about his lover. If they made a comment about his age, Terry would make sure they pay. Though most people found Daniel charming, as Terry expected, and they complimented him for starting a company so young and for winning championships. And instead of saying Daniel is so lucky to have Terry, they thought Terry was lucky to have Daniel. Over time, Daniel felt more confident each time he went out with Terry, and the age gap became less and less important.

But while Terry wanted Daniel to feel comfortable about their age difference in public, he would shame his younger lover in bed, calling Daniel a slut and whore for seducing an older man. Daniel argued against this statement, but he secretly got off on Terry's shaming. Then eventually, Daniel even worked up the courage to tease Terry too, calling him a nasty pervert for being with someone decades younger than him. Then, after what felt like forever to Terry, they started exploring Daddy Kink Daniel rejected this until Terry explained this didn’t mean anything deep. It was just dirty talk, similar to when they explored feminization. Though Daniel once called Terry daddy in public, and he immediately ran out the door.

As they get older, Terry becomes the insecure one of his age. Daniel looks like THAT at fifty, and while Terry is handsome as well, he can’t help but feel self-conscious when his husband could be mistaken for his son. Terry even tries to dress younger and buys expensive sports cars, which makes Daniel laugh. Then he points out how Terry is healthy for his age and stays in shape, and Daniel still finds him so sexy and attractive. He loves all Terry’s wrinkles, his old scars, and his grey hair. And of course, the bedroom antics continue as they get older. Terry will never tire of hearing Daniel call him daddy. Though Sam and Anthony wish they never did. They regret showing up unannounced at Terry’s house that day.

[mx-barnes]

Soulmate Au 2/?

Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None really.

A/N: Sorry I know it’s short. I have been experiencing a lack of ambition to write. I also felt like I had a duty to post something cause I haven’t posted in a while. Ok I also know the song wasn’t out in the forties but idc ok it’s an amazing song and it reminds me of Bucky and if I am having trouble sleeping I listen to it. Feedback appreciated. All my own writing. Gif not my own

Chapter 1 Masterlist

The alarm clock on your end table reads 6:30 am 30 minutes from before your alarm is supposed to wake you up. It’s not that you didn’t welcome the fact that you were up early than usual but you silently curse yourself hoping to fall back into the pleasant dream you were having. Although you had wanted to meet him in real life, not just the dream world you knew that it wouldn’t happen. If he had stayed hidden from you for this long don’t think you are going to find him in a day. You wish you just had something to go off of. Pulling you out of your thoughts is your cat needling into you. Although he was annoying Alpine loved you. You remember the day you got him. It was soaking rain and you had found a box on the side of the road. You decide to pull over to pick up the garbage lying around on the ground. You pull over the road and go to lift up the box and it was unusually heavy you check inside. To your surprise, there was a small white kitten looking at you with blue eyes. From that day on he was the only man in your life he probably senses that your soulmate is in the picture now so he is being an even bigger attention whore.

You may want to go back to the dream realm but your adult life calls. You roll out of your bed and wrap a small blanket you had at the end of your bed because although you had to get up it didn't mean you didn't have to be warm. You treck your way out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. With your blanket draped over your shoulders you silently make your breakfast. A simple bowl of cheerios. Nothing too extravagant but a simple meal. People may say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day but you have always disagreed with that statement. Give you some coffee and you are good to go. Although that was very particularly healthy you started eating actual food at breakfast. Once you finished your bowl you put it in your sink to be later washed. You walk back into your bedroom and enter your bathroom. You strip and step into the shower. Ket the warm water flows down around your back as you listen to music and sing along. Quietly f course even though you wanted to scream the lyrics. Once you had finished your shower you exited wrapped in a towel and changed.

Slipping into a white low v cut shirt and some beige pants. Walking back into the bathroom quickly dry and straighten your hair leaving just a little bit of wave because you can't fully straighten it. You pull your hair back into a high ponytail leaving two pieces out to frame your face. Quickly, you grab your purse, phone, and keys. Turning to wake towards the door you lock the door and leave to work.

It wasn't a long drive to your job. You worked at Stark Industries. It wasn't the same after Tony died but you still appreciated working there. You and Pepper had become quick friends after bumping into each other in the hallways one day. You were ecstatic for her when she got promoted to CEO. Almost as her first act, she had you instated as her assistant. She gave you fair hours and you didn't mind. There wasn't ever any awkwardness in be between the two of you. Pepper never acted like she was better than you and thank god for that. She was one of the best people you knew she was having a hard time dealing with Tony's death but that was understandable. She had lost her husband and became a single mother. She had the avengers and Happy but it wasn't the same. She had offered for you to meet them time and time again but every time you declined. It's not that you didn't want to meet them. It's just sometimes it's better to never meet your heroes.

By the time you got to the office Pepper was already locked away in her office. You knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," a voice from behind the door says.

You walk in and notice Pepper sitting at her desk as she normally does but her cheeks are tear stained and her eyes are red. "Hey, you are not supposed to be here before me. You should be at home with Morgan."

"Happy has her. I just couldn't be in that house anymore. Hell, I can't even be in New York without thinking about him. He saved this city. He saved the world. I know that it's silly and selfish of me to hide away from my daughter but I just... I look at her Y/n and I see him. I see his smile, his curiosity, I see the playboy he was before he settled down. All I see is him in her and I-"

"Hey, we can get through this together. Me and you." You walked up to her and hugged her. She hugged you back her arms not letting go. You rub her back soothingly. "It's okay it's all gonna be ok."

"You're right. You're right I just got to get this done. Power through this. This feeling I am experiencing will pass."

You hesitate not knowing what to say. Finally, you figure you should tell her. "I saw him."

"Him? Who him?" She straightened up as she questioned.

"My soulmate. I don't know what made me. I was even planning on it but then I got this feeling that I should try it and well I saw him."

"What'd he say?"

"He said he was sorry. He was sorry but he couldn't love me first. I was desperate so I tried again the next night last night. He said..." You were on the verge of tears "He said he was sorry. That he didn't want to hurt me. That he would agree to see me. Only in the dream realm for right now but it's better than nothing. God, he was gorgeous. His eyes sparkled like ice. I just wish I wish I could prove to him how much I love him even if he doesn't want to let me in. I want him to know he deserves all the love in the world.”

“Y/n you got to tell him. You remember how I was when I found out that my boss was my soulmate,” Pepper's eyes dropped sadness filling her eyes. “Listen it doesn’t matter how cold it closed off he seems you need to make the decision if you want to keep him in your life. If all he wants is the dream world then you move on you’ve got to be the one to make the first move.”

“Your right. I should be allowed to be happy.”

<~>

You were a dream come true. After he pushed you away from you you accepted gratefully back into your arms.

Bucky would spend the rest of his life making it up to you. He couldn’t believe his luck. Back in the 40s when he first tried he couldn’t find you then he was shipped off to war so he decided not to try again just encase but here he was almost 80 years later with this gorgeous soulmate. God, he was a sap. He was ready to change for you.

He had told you that you couldn’t meet him yet and that he only could see you in the dream realm for right now. He knew it was the right call even if it hurt him. Even if he wanted to hold you in the real world but he couldn’t not yet. He needed to fix himself before he let you in. He couldn’t let his past hurt you. You were far too important to him. That’s what he did.

He started taking his court-mandated therapy seriously. He needed help and he couldn’t do it on his own. So when he went to meet you that night he told you about it. He went over to his record player and search for the record. Finally, he found it. A picture of Harry James on the cover he slid the disk out of its paper case. Carefully get placed on the record player and dropped the needle. He knew there were better ways to play the song but he found comfort playing it on vinyl like he had many many years ago.

He practically ran back to his little spot on the floor where he slept and slowly the feeling of falling began to happen.

Once the feeling stopped he looked around to find his childhood home once again. He called out still a bit queasy “Hello,”

No response. That was weird. So he called out once again “Hello,”

Again no response he started to panic. Maybe you didn’t come tonight. Maybe you decide he wasn’t worth it.

A voice broke the anxiety building. “Hey, sorry it took me a bit longer today.”

“Yeah no that’s fine I understand.” He smiles slightly.

“So how was your day?” You asked. God, there was something so intoxicating about your voice. It was smooth and angelic. He could listen to it for the rest of his life.

“I mean it was good. I decided to start taking my therapy more seriously I want to get better for you. How was yours?”

“That’s great. My day was ok I guess I mean I was real busy at work.” You moved closer to him his heart picked up.

“Yeah, yeah I guess it good,” Bucky stuttered. I mean you were incredibly gorgeous but he felt safe in your presence not wanting to lose a second of time with you. Slowly his head started spinning and being brought back to reality “Listen I don’t have much time left we meet here again same time tomorrow. Deal?” His voice hopefully searching your eyes for any sign of rejection to his great fortune there wasn’t any.

“Deal.” you stepped up closer to him kissing him on the lips before he was rudely pulled back into reality. He sat up with a start (like gif).

Groaning and grumbling about how it was too soon to be pulled out of and if he only had more time with you.

Chapter 3

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@oceanmermaidwitch

[narrators-journal]

Tooth rotting fluff of ukryu in the modern cafe au 👉👈 make both of us happy. Idc if you write something out or do hcs we just need a liddle love

I did my best to make it properly cute, but I honestly struggle to tell if something is truly cute to anyone but me. This little scenario was inspired partially by a story by, I believe, IAmStoryteller on archive of our own, all respect to them for this idea!

Ukyo's plan after the military had been to settle down and live a quiet, stress-free life, so he found himself a quaint cafe to work at in a quiet part of town. It was a dream job for him, not super busy most of the time, lovely bosses, and the rowdiest coworker he had was a girl in university who had a habit of singing her heart out to Lillian almost as soon as he left at the end of his shift and she was alone. The only other nuisance Ukyo found was a specific customer. Ryusui Nanami, of the Nanami conglomerate.

Ryusui was known for being a loud, abrasive, slightly out-of-touch rich kid who seemed to have no idea about honest struggles, so the radar technician didn't exactly start off liking him. However, the millionaire was swift to set his sights on the shorter man and was determined to disrupt his peaceful life with his well-off chaos. At first, Ukyo thought he'd get the hint that this hairbrained scheme of his wasn't going to work, but Ryusui was as stubborn as a mule and was shockingly charming and accommodating, which was Ukyo's one weakness when coupled with how attractive the heir to the Nanami conglomerate was.

He was just as loud as the cafe worker had thought he'd be, but when Ukyo explained how sensitive his hearing was, he actually toned it down, and sometimes would even go so far as to use sign language if it was one of the cafe's rare busy days and the place was already roaring with noise. With that, and some other charming things he'd done, the pretty rich boy had managed to finally win Ukyo over, and so, their relationship started.

It'd now only been two months at most since Ukyo had been lured into dating him, but he'd already been tossed from Ryusui's bedroom window like a child's bag of soccer equipment, which is why they now mostly spent the night together on his ship, harassed by Minami for answers to her questions about their rumored relationship, and subjected to sugar baby jokes by customers who assumed correctly that he and the blonde were an item despite them not being public thanks to Ryusui's parents being hellbent on his sexuality staying under wraps.

Though Ukyo had to admit, it wasn't that bad despite Ryusui's family life being...strange, and the few times the well-off man forgot his boundaries about noise. Despite his mask of being obnoxiously out of touch with reality though, Ryusui was honestly one of the most compassionate people Ukyo'd met in a long while.        "It's all an act, Uky," he'd admitted to the snowy-haired sonar-tech on their third date, "It's easier for me to just be the person everyone expects me to be than to fight it to try and convince them I've changed," he explained, taking a bite of the Alfredo Francois had made them for the date,        "Well, you realize you don't have to fake it around me, right? I think I would've left by now if I wasn't willing to accept you not being as awful as people say you are." the other man hummed, and Ryu looked at him, somewhat measuring his honesty before swallowing his mouthful and nodding. Ever since then, Ryusui had been much more open and relaxed around Ukyo. Even when he came by the cafe he worked at, Ryusui still came off as a more honest version of himself, not as snobby or pushy, just purely excitable, like a puppy dog.

The memory made Ukyo smile a bit, so he rolled over in the small bed he and the blonde currently laid in on Ryusui's boat to snake his arm around him as the sea swayed and rocked them gently,         "Whatcha up to, pretty boy?" the millionaire hummed, looking down at the smaller male who was cuddling up to him now, "I'm just being affectionate." he hummed, making the man snort, but he didn't deny him the cuddles, just putting his arm around him loosely and returning to watching his phone.

For a while, Ukyo just cuddled up to Ryusui and was comfortable until his phone buzzed and his alarm for work went off.         "I thought you didn't work today," the millionaire huffed, tightening his hold on the smaller male while he squirmed to get to his phone,        "I don't, but one of the workers had an exam today, so I offered to take her shift," Ukyo explained, stretching himself and trying to take advantage of how the gentle rocking of the ocean sometimes scooted his phone just a bit closer until he could finally grab it. So, the problem of the alarm was solved, but now he had to pry himself away from his boyfriend.        "Ryusui," he sighed, turning his head to look back at the noisy blonde as best he could with said blonde nuzzled into his neck, "Let go now, I need to get to work." All he got was a muffled 'nuh-uh'.

With a small sigh, the snow-haired veteran began wriggling and writhing and lighting smacking at Ryusui when he tightened his hold too much until finally he managed to win his freedom and scramble to his feet. In response, his boyfriend sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back and acting as if losing his small cuddle buddy was the end of the world for a moment, then he finally sat up and helped Ukyo gather his things. After that, he didn't actually complain or pout as he simply drove Ukyo closer to the cafe he worked at, but he did get revenge.

Just as the radar technician was getting out of the car and gathering his things, Ryusui came over to his side of the car and struck like a waiting, publicly affectionate snake, hugging him, littering his face with kisses, knowing very well how much PDA embarrassed the shorter man.        "I swear to god, Ryusui stop it! This is humiliating!" he whined, trying to contort himself to avoid the onslaught of kisses, but with the sailor being around 6'2 and as stubbornly strong as he was, Ukyo had no choice but to bear the act until he was finally released, his boyfriend satisfied with the vibrant red of his cheeks.         "Have a good day at work~" He sang, returning to the driver's side of the car, acting as if his partner wasn't glaring daggers at him. Afterward, Ukyo just shook his head and huffed, but went to the cafe, not really as mad as he acted.

[maggotmouth]

          hello, it’s nora again…. hitting u with another child (i cnt resist). this is rory, a he/they local indie softboi who is the definition of tender. has a burner phone and doesn’t use social media. does techno dj sets. plays the synth loudly through the night if u live in port apartments his room always sounds like a space ship just landed. deals weed around the seafront on his rollerskates (high five gays and gals). hates that he can’t get new light up wheels on ebay because ana coto made rollerskating cool again. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board. this intro is recycled?? so if there’s mistakes, idc sue me??? and be sure to like and subscribe for more unboxing content x

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    * TIMOTHEE CHALAMET, DEMI-BOY / GENDERFLUID + HE / THEY  | you know RORY BERGSTRÖM, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TWO YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to STAR WARS THEME / CANTINA BAND (12″ DISCO MIX) BY MECO like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BED HAIR FROM A PERMANENT STATE OF SLUMBER, CALLOUSED FINGERTIPS FROM STRUMMING BASS INTO THE EARLY HOURS AND DJING INTO THE BLACKLIT NIGHT, SELF-HELP BOOKS THUMBED ONCE AND THROWN BENEATH YOUR BED, thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is MARCH 5TH, so they’re a PISCES, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

tw ocd, anxiety, drugs

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having nice parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fit in and he didn’t want to fit in. unironically wore a trenchcoat covered in badge pins to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his safe space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

rory is obsessed with greek mythology (queer allies, i hear u and appreciate you)

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some. right now is dad to one cat, whose name changes on a daily basis (identity is constantly shifting, duuuuude), but they were originally named ‘wheezer’. currently the cat is called thomas o’malley after the alley cat in the aristocats / rory’s first crush

rory's been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. rory doesn’t really know where they fit just yet, sometimes rory feels like a guy and sometimes they dont feel like anything at all. identifies as genderfluid / non-binary but pronouns within that shift a lot. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden even tho it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in late so you’ll see him on the way to get groceries at 12pm still in pyjamas

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around irving dealing cos they dnt have a car

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones,  floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes:  weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… is very tender and tame… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

skate gang skate gang m*therf*ckin skate gang - rory is tryna get better at skateboarding but basically moved to irving for the beach skating scene

rory’s only been here 2 years they moved after they dropped out of art school but i think they’d have some friends, maybe the friend who originally persuaded them to come to irving cos rory’d just dropped out and was feeling shitty n they were like hey dude come chill on the beach with me 

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth)

ok so rory used to have this band called dogs die in hot cars, he was the bassist, there was also a lead vocals /guitarist and a drummer. this is super lame but i made a playlist of the kinda songs they’d make a few years back, u can listen to it here, if ur character is musical and they’d vibe with that and u think they’d be a good fit hmu x

honestly i want some nerdy as fuck DND campaign group. maybe he even used to LARP and now tries to hide that part of himself to be ‘cool rory’

an anime comic book group or some shit 

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs n they literally don’t even know each other they just nod and say hey buddy how’s it hanging and that’s the extent of their relationship

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes 

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

hm i used to say NO HOOK UPS but now that rory has !Evolved! ig we can do hook up plots if u want but he’s not tht good at divorcing sex from emotion?? like he  hooked up w teddy once (rip) n felt hopelessly in love so..... if u want soft plots b prepared for crippling sadness.......

discord me for plots u know the drill. rip diana babycakes you would’ve loved the disco remix of star wars theme cantina band x

[leossmoonn]

I’m begging be my wingwoman 🔮 (male marauder pls)

My name is Laila. I use the pronouns she/her 💜. My favorite color is purple (like my room is purple and everything) and I’m unlabelled cause I do what I want 🙄. I ramble A LOT. I love talking about things I’m passionate about like fictional universe, movies (I’m obsessed with movies) and music, yes I can listen to the same song 15 times a day. I love r&b, bedroom pop, rock, grunge so anything really. When I’m not screaming madly about racist, homophobic, Islam phobic and sexist ppl or fictional universes, I talk about astrology and personality tests. I just love trying to figure out ppl and understand them. So, I’m really intuitive. Maybe it’s because I feel like no one understands me but idc cause I’m in denial about my depression all the time so I’m still the funny, talkative (I can still be calm and cool, I’m an introvert after all), super supportive friend in my friend grp (which is only two ppl btw). As I said I’m obsessed with movies and music which results in me being dramatic. Like I would be the type to propose that we dance in the rain, watch the stars or open the windows of the car and scream at the top of our lungs on the bridge of some Lorde song or “Just like heaven” by The cure. Btw I’m an hufflepuff, I’m biracial (half African, half white french Canadian), I’m 5’8 and an infp. My big three is libra sun, Scorpio moon and Capricorn rising. Sorry if I overwhelmed you, sometimes my mind just gets so full ;) thank u and have a wonderful day/night <3

ahh this isnt too much dont worry! it gave me a lot to work with :)

marauders ship - sirius black

so you annoyed sirius at first bc you were trying to figure him out. you asked him lots of questions and tried to get under his skin bc you knew he was more than just the gryffindor playboy who occasionally plays pranks. (spoiler alert: you were right lol). you also had a slight crush on him, which caused you to want to talk to him a lot. and honestly, he liked you too, he just hated that you were trying to figure him out. he wanted to remain mysterious, but once you two became a couple, he knew that wouldn’t happen. you were the first one to ask him out. it was kind of out of a dare from your friends and his friends bc they teased you two a lot, and his friends knew youd kill him w your questions. so you asked him out casually and he agreed. he ended up setting up the date and it actually turned out a lot more romantic than you thought lol. he ended up setting up a little picnic under the stars by the black lake. he made your favorite dishes and you were very very impressed. you two ended up learning a lot about each other and sirius fell haaaarrrdd that night. he learned what your favorite songs were, your dream job, what zodiac signs you hate, your family history and personal life. he was a big talker himself, but that night he just let you take control of the convo bc he loves your voice. he thinks its so cute when youre excited abt the topic too. you were ranking your favorite movies from worse to best, and whenever you got to the best ones, your eyes would light up and you would squeal and your whole body would shake in excitement and it just made sirius smile so much. like by the end of the night, his cheeks were numb. you two ended up turning on music, your fav ofc and you introduced him to a lot of r&b and bedroom pop and he is a proud supporter of destiny’s child and wallows. you two laid on the blanket and looked at the stars. you started talking again abt astrology and stuff and sirius even took a turn in talking abt astrology and it really surprised u and def made you 10000x more attracted to him hehe. the night ended w him walking you back to your house and a sweet goodnight kiss and him asking you to be his girlfriend. awe! you two are the hottest and loudest couple ever lol. you two often play pranks on each other, sirius teaches you eletric guitar to your fav rock songs, you end up making him take a personality test hehe. he wasnt very political before but you turned him into a polite - most of the time - politician. you two know all the facts and always win the arguments. (or end up hexing ppl lol). you two are al all-around supportive, loyal, fun, and loving couple. and though your personalities may clash (you blame it on the zodiac signs hehe), you two are soulmates and wouldn’t change a thing abt each other <3

hope you like this :)

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