#also who the fuck is john browne

[glynjohnsfurcoat]

survey of The Who originally published in NME on July 23, 1965

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

and happy pride to these assholes. it's still june so i can technially still make that joke right

[shotmrmiller]

now im thinking about how you're technically johnny's wife of convenience but now also simon's girlfriend.

like maybe you're crazy but you do remember johnny telling you that you can see other people, just don't bring them home. but every time you try to, simon is there.

something always suspiciously happens when you're out, conveniently forcing you to cut the date short, and the one that picks you up is simon. he doesn't even let you walk yourself out either. he'll already be at your table, putting your phone and wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. and what's worse, with the one guy who didn't mind, the one who had asked for a raincheck, simon told him that you have a husband at home waiting for them with a warm dinner.

he chuckles under his breath at the guy's reaction— ashen face, wide eyes, and gaping mouth. "don't know what ya saw in tha' bloke anyway. he didn't even cover the bill." because simon stared at him until he skittered out the front door without a backward glance.

and then their dates. they're supposed to be a couple; you're just a front, so why do they keep taking you with them as a third wheel. is it an exhibitionist kink? because that's what it feels like every time they're together. it's all sloppy kisses, grabby hands and you swear that if you hadn't spun around and briskly walked away that one lazy saturday simon was home, they would've probably let you watch them fuck each other stupid on the living room carpet.

it's also hard to bring it up to johnny because either simon's there, leaning on the kitchen island with his arms crossed as he watches you exist, or is taking up far too much space on the couch so that if you want to sit there and watch the telly, you're obligated to press up against his massive thigh. (manspreading, simon? really? truly?) or you can't look him in the eye after listening to the headboard repeatedly slam against the wall all night. you can still hear johnny's moans curling around the edges of your very conscious.

then, you meet the rest of the 141: a tall, broad bear of a man with the ocean in his eyes and an iconic mutton chop beard. john price, he'd rumbled as he shook your hand. and then the other one, a devastatingly pretty man with chocolate-brown eyes, a small scar on his cheek, and perfect, white teeth. kyle, the boys call me gaz. a pleasure. he'd grabbed your hand with both of his as he also shook it.

johnny doesn't stick around, excusing himself quickly as he takes a phone call but simon does. he stands directly behind you— a suffocating presence a silent guardian— so close you can feel his body warmth on the expanse of your back.

little close there, eh simon?

no' at all, boss.

once he starts showing up at your college with lunch, you feel like your patience is dangling by a fragile, whisper-thin thread so you confront him directly.

only to have him shut you down in seconds.

what's johnny's is mine. now sit, i know ya didn't eat breakfast this mornin'.

at least he brought you your favorite meal:}

[shizucheese]

Hey guys, we need to talk. Because a certain little something in TMAGP 8 is causing what is genuinely the most toxic part of the Magpod fandom at large to once again rear its ugly head. So let's talk about podcast character appearance head canons, shall we?

I'm tagging this with the Magnus Archives, TMA and Magpod tags because I am absolutely calling all of you out, but if you don't want spoilers for The Magnus Protocol episode 8 then stop reading right now.

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. Okay, so, Gerry exists in the TMAGP universe. He's happy (or at least acts cheerful). And some people have headcanoned this to mean that he is no longer goth, or at the very least isn't dying his hair black with bad box color. And other people have decided to get seriously agro over this. I have literally seen with my very own eyeballs someone call "un-gothing" Gerry a "hate crime" and calling the person they were talking to "gothphobic."

Let me make this absolutely clear for all of you: podcasts are a purely audio medium and unless a physical trait of theirs is explicitely stated, everyone's headcanon for how a character appears is valid. Goth TMAGP Gerry is valid. But also

Rainbow Goth TMAGP Gerry is valid. Pastel Goth TMAGP Gerry is valid.

Not Goth At All TMAGP Gerry is valid.

Bald Gerry who has actually gotten his brain cancer diagnosed in time and is getting treated for it is valid. Somebody's headcanon of a character that has no canonical description to them, or whose headcanon matches the few crumbs of canonical description we have but otherwise doesn't look the way you imagine them to, is not going to take away from your own headcanon of what a character looks like. If someone imagining or drawing a character looking a different way from how you imagine them looking somehow takes away from your enjoyment of the fandom or otherwise makes you feel like you need to barge in and tell them that they're Wrong and need to conform to your headcanon or else, that is a reflection on you, not them.

And this problem way predates TMAGP, let alone TMAGP 8. The only description we have of John is that he is in his early 30's and has prematurely greying hair.

If someone thinks he looks like the pastiest motherfucker to ever dwell in a basement, an extra-in-the-Adam's Family or Tim Burtan protagonist of a man, let them.

What's that? You want to tell them that John is BROWN and if they don't headcanon him looking that way they're WRONG and RACIST? Back away from the keyboard and go outside.

(Ironically, as someone who started getting grey hairs in my hair in my 20's myself, I'm pretty sure everyone's headcanon of John, with tiny little whisps of grey in his hair, is wrong, because if he was so grey that people were surprised to learn he was "a child of the 90's," he was probably full on salt-and-pepper when he was in his 20's.)

The only description we have for Martin is that he (man who canonically has the self esteem of a used doormat) describes himself as "not the smallest guy", Not-Sasha called him "roomy", Melanie is skinner than him, and Jonny said he imagined him as a "bigger guy" who would beat Alex in a physical fight. If someone decides to take this information and conclude that it means he's tall, broad and has muscle, rather than that he's overweight, fucking let them. If your first instinct to this is to run to your keyboard and call them "fatphobic" or otherwise bash them for it, I once again urge you to back away from your keyboard and go outside.

Someone headcanons Basira not wearing a headscarf? We have exactly 0 canonical physical description of her and the people who headcanon her as having one are basing that purely off of her name alone. Fucking let them. Someone headcanons Melanie and/ or Georgie as a skin color you don't agree with or a hairstyle you don't like? Fucking let them. As long as someone's headcanon of a character's description doesn't contradict the few canonical descriptions we have of a character, why do you care? Them having a different headcanon from you doesn't take away your right to imagine the characters looking however you like, anymore than it should take away their right to do the same. Someone headcanoning John as white (or Black, or Asian, or Mixed, or whatever) isn't going to make all of the fanart of John as brown with long hair suddenly disappear, nor the fanfiction describing him as such (although I do often wonder if the opposite is not true; is the fact that John looks the same in so much of the fanart I see on here really because of fandom "consensus", or is it because people are absolutely awful to anyone who draws him Different?). Someone headcanoning Martin as not fat isn't going to make the mountains of fanart of him as a fluffy little marshmallow vanish into the void (although I do remember hearing about someone getting bullied off the internet for daring to draw Martin as not fat). And someone headcanoning Gerry in TMAGP as not being goth isn't going to take away your preciouse goth TMAGP Gerry headcanon. That should be part of the fun of it, shouldn't it? Seeing what different images people have conjured in their heads of these characters we only get to experience with our ears, and celebrating the differences as well as the similarities? Why are we bullying people into conforming to one appearance of a character when no actual canonical appearance of them exists?

[4ngels0uls]

god forbit i should live right? - C.B

don’t like? don’t read.

summary: carrington and y/n fuck hate each other so much that they would end up slitting each other’s throats, till carrington gets fed up and fucks the rudeness out of her.

paring: fem!reader + rude!carrington

warnings: SMUT, random tension, enemy’s to fuck buddies, unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving), little pet names ( slut?, pretty girl ), strong language, kinda porn without a plot, etc.

a/n: i’m going to go rot in a hole🤗 also guess who found out carringtons last name😣

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y/ns pov

“carrington you asshole!” you scream from across the house. you yelled this because he took your charger, your only good charger. your yelling because he had broken your other charger, and also he took your fan. you and carrington fucking hate each other, and jake and johnnie are fed up with it. “what the fuck are you yelling about now y/n?!?” jake also yells.

“carrington! not you!” you yell back. you and carrington used to be best friends when you both just had moved in, but now…. you want to fucking slit each other’s throats. “what the fuck do you want now y/n!?” carrington yells. you guys only hate each other so much is because he begin to become a total bitch to you after he hooked up with this one girl, till he got his heart broken. after that he started to become a bit more nicer than usual

“did you take my charger and fan?!” you yell at carrington. “yeah!?” he yells and you scoff. you go down the stairs to his room and go in there. “stop taking my shit bro.” you scold him as you grab your fan and charger. “i only borrowed it for a bit, jeez.” he mumbles. “bro you took it for a full day, i was literally at a meeting!” you scold once again. “yeah ok whatever.” he mumbles as you walk out of his room. ‘fucking asshole.” is all you can really think.

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you sit in johnnie’s room with him has you watch him stream. carrington walks into the room. “John joh-. oh.” he says as he sees you. you look back at him and realize it’s him, then you look back to johnnie screen. “yeah ?” johnnie says as he doesn’t look over from his screen. “whatchu doing?” carrington asks, completely ignoring you. “i’m playing a game.” johnnie says quietly.

“oh okayy.” carrington says. “i’m about to go out for a bit then stream when i get back.” carrington continues. “where ya going?” johnnie asks. “just to a restaurant with a few friends.” carrington answers. jesus carrington sounds so much more relaxed when he’s talking to johnnie.. it’s actually not as annoying. you stare at carrington as he’s not wearing a shirt, because of how hot it is.

you suck your teeth and finally look away as carrington goes to look at you. he smirks and leaves the room. “alright johnnie i’m goin to go now.” you say as you stand up. “okay, see you.” he says softly. you walk out of johnnie’s room and start to walk to yours, till carrington spins you around. “i saw you staring at me.” he says quietly. “god forbit i should live, right?” you tell him. “i saw the way you stared at me y/n. you can’t play it off.” he says. you begin to feel your cheeks flush.

“and that’s exactly why your blushing y/n.” he says softly. you stare into his blue, piercing eyes, as he stares into your shit brown eyes. he lifts your chin and you swallow. he takes a fast glance at your lips then to your eyes. he smash his lips into yours like nothing. his tongue completely explores your mouth. he lifts you up and take you to your room as he shuts and lock your door and places you on your bed.

he continues to kiss you crazy. he pulls away to breath as he locks eyes with you. someone knocks on your door. “hey y/n?” jake yells from the other side of the door. “y-yeah?!” you yell back. “have you seen carrington. “no and i don’t care.” you say while lying. “oh okay.” jake says as he walks away. “no i don’t care.” carrington mimics you. “shut up!” you laugh as he chuckles. he kisses you again, he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline.

he goes back down to your neck and leaves a dark, purple hickey. “you like being rude huh?” he says in a whisper. you let a slight pathetic moan out. “pathetic.” is all he says and slides your pants down. “carrington.” you moan slightly. he groans at your noises. “slutty.” carrington says as he starts at the red lacy thong you have on. he hooks his middle and pointer finger in the strap of your thong.

he pulls the thong down to your ankles before tugging them off. he makes you put your knees up and you do what he wants. he places his face between your thighs. he places sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. you whine at his teasing and he chuckles. you buck your hips and he moves his mouth to your clit. you gasp at the waves of pleasure though out your body. “f-fuck carrington.” you groan as he fastens his pace with his tongue.

“fuck you taste good.” he mumbles against your pussy. he moves his mouth down and sticks his tongue in your hole. “fuck carrington!” you moan. you wrap your fingers around his brown locks. you close your thighs around his head and he holds the back of both of your thighs. you begin to grind your hips into his face, chasing your release. “fuckkkk!” you moan quite loudly as you feel the knot snap inside of your stomach making you cum all on carringtons face.

he licks your pussy clean, in which making you squirm like crazy. he stops and chuckles. he leans up and kisses you, making you taste your own release. he pulls away and smiles at you while you smile back. “fuck your hot.” he smiles. “other way around” you mumble and he smiles. he takes his pants off, along with his boxers. he lines himself up with your pussy and slams into you like nothing. you gasp when he just slams into you.

he chuckles as he begins to thrust his hips in the same place over and over. he finds your g spot and you moan loudly. he smiles “found it.” he mumbles before hitting the same spot again and again. “oh fuck me!” you moan loudly. “trust me, i am.” he says, while being cocky. you moan repeatedly as he slams into you. “such a pretty girl hm?” he says as the only thing you can think about is him fucking you like crazy.

you dig your nails into his back and he grunts from the stinging your causing. “fuck y/n..” he groans as he fucks you. “oh fuckkkk! i’m close!” you moan. “oh are you now?” he says. “y-yes!” you surprisingly say. “hold it.” he says with dominance. “what?” you grunt. “i said fucking hold it.” he grunts as his pace quickens. you try to hold release as much as you can. “please carrington!” you moan.

“please what?” he teases. “l-let me cum!” you scream. jake and johnnie have definitely heard you now. “shh pretty girl.” carrington says as he covers your mouth with his hand. “go ahead now, i’m right behind you.” he mumbles, trying to keep his act together. you scream into carringtons hand as you release your cum onto his dick, soaking his dick from your release. “fuck me carrington!” you scream into carringtons hand. “fuckkk!” he groans as he releases inside of you.

he collapses beside you. “fuck you feel good.” he chuckles as he talks. you get up on carringtons lap. “one more?” you ask. he smirks and nods. you line him up against your core and sink down on him. you gasp. “fuck.” you says, breathlessly. you put your hands on the headboard of the bed for support.

you continue to ride carrington as he holds onto your hips and groans, and moans under you. “mmm fuck carrington.” you moan softly. your pace is slow but fast. carrington grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. you gasp as he thrusts up into you, your tits bouncing with you as he pumps up into you. “fuck carrington!” you moan. “you feel so good y/n.” he groans. “so fucking tight around me.” he groans again.

“such a perfect body, hm?” he mumbles. at this point.. his words are turning you on even more. “oh fuck dadd- carrington!” you accidentally spit out ‘daddy’. he smirks and fastens his pace. you gasp. “fuck!fuck!fuck!” you scream. “you close?” carrington groans. “yes!” you yell. “fuck fuck! yesyesyesyes!” you say repeatedly. “in cumming!” you scream.

you cum all on carrington and the bed. carrington throws his head back and cums inside of you once again. you slowly pull off of him. you whimper before flopping right on the bed. “shit! i have to go!” carrington rushes up. “bye. i have to go i’ll see you soon.” he says carefully.

he rushes up and puts all his clothes on before rushing out the door and house. you sit there speechless. “fucking asshole.” you mumble before getting up and putting your clothes on. you walk into your bathroom and fix up your hair before going downstairs.

you walk into the kitchen and grab a drink before johnnie appears randomly. “how was your fuck with carrington?” he asks calmly before grabbing something out of the cabinet. “it was goo- stfu.” you say before johnnie chuckles. “good dick huh? i know from experience.” johnnie says jokingly before walking off. “what the fuck..” you whisper under your breath.

holy fuck. god forbit i should live right?.

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A/N

HAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

anyways sorry for the post from when i was high😓

i was being a bit freaky.

[merakidoll]

billionaire men who after a long, stressful day in their beautiful office find themselves gathered at the same high end strip club with beautiful women of all ethnicities, and bodies that left their eyes lingering for too long. they would flash their big bucks, and shiny watches, with their handcrafted suits that fit their fit bodies snug. they would have a nice dark drink that goes along with their personality of “mean and grumpy”

they would leave everyone in the room thinking of how absolutely dominating they are. how they would fuck whoever - deep into the mattress showing the sub who’s the actual boss. but what’s so interesting about these men is that their far from .. “being the boss”. their eager. eager to please, to follow orders, to be a good little boys.

“mmm t-that’s right princy” leaning their head back against the back of the couch, you straddle him. suffocating every breathing point he had with your pussy and ass. you shook, giving him the dance he begged for while also pleasing yourself. his tongue licked and poked all over your pussy wanting to taste a reward that he had been thinking about in all of his stressful, time consuming meetings.

just as he felt that the peak of the delicious cream was near. you got up giggleing at the whine and pouty lips he showcased while heaving in air to his burning lungs. “n-no ! get back he-“ he stopped as soon as your gave him that eye. the warning that if he continued to disobey your authority, he was in for a long edge filled night.

you walked over to his naked, beautiful, body throwing your legs over his muscular thighs and large cock that was always standing proudly. you could only think of what people would say to this image. the playboy billionaire finding himself immersed with the local stripper that almost every night, begs to stuff her cunt with his heir.

“open” he did exactly that, opening the pretty mouth with the million dollar teeth. sliding down onto his cock, you let a large droplet of your saliva fall into his mouth. you held in every whine and moan you wanted to release enjoying how even with a scrunched face, and eyes rolling to the back of his head. he kept his mouth open. letting the chocked moans escape echoing out in the led lit vip room.

“thata boy” you rewarded, closing his mouth and kissing his perfect lips rocking your body at a slow pace so he could feel just exactly how he makes you feel. how wet, and needy he gets your cunt. “f-faster — p-please” instead of being rude and correcting him, you began to bounce. the wet noises of his cock fucking into you deep. along with your combination of moans and dirty talk, telling him how only you could see him this way. how he was only every this slutty for you.

that he was the only one that could get you to cum so much in so little time - which was true. the poor man pleaded on the verge of cumming, and salty tears rolling down his model like cheeks, to suck the pretty brown nipples that were hard from the crisp air. and once again you listened, letting his pink lips wrap around you and suck as if milk was gonna come- that led you both to a loud, long orgasm. and an hour of comforting the big, bad boss.

eren, choso, könig, john price, leon kenndy + anyone who you invasion

[tanoraqui]

you’ve heard of Her Divine Highness Gideon the First, First Daughter of the House of God, and all the compelling, often Fake Dating-laced AUs that might follow. But have you considered...Gideon Jr. Dve, favored daughter of the First, heir of Gideon the First, Saint of Duty?

the timeline diverges at 2 points:

Gideon (ours) inherits her mother’s perfectly normal dark brown eyes

Gideon (lyctor) follows the escape pod to Ninth House, arrives to find Wake’s corpse and living baby, to the bemusement of all the locals is like, “yes, that’s mine” and takes said baby back to the Mithraeum to confess his sins and beg forgiveness

the conversation that follows goes like this:

Gideon 1: I am so sorry, John, I don’t know what came over me, Wake was just...really hot. She’s dead now. But, um, this is our daughter, and I feel duty-bound to raise her, or at least see that she’s raised well - but it’s your call, of course (again, I’m sorry for sleeping with the enemy for over a decade)

JohnGod, vibrating at a frequency known only to necromantic immortals who maybe swallowed a sun or something: N I E C E ? !

Augustine, Mercy, and maybe Cytherea, exchanging frantic eye contact behind the other two’s heads: Is that the baby? / I don’t know! I thought you were keeping track of it! / I don’t know! Can’t you tell!? / Are they keeping it? / What the fuck are we going to do about this?!

So, Gideon (Jr.) grows up in the Mithraeum, which needless to say is a fucking weird place to grow up. 

this au is dependent on the assumption that none of these millennia-old necromancers can identify the thanergic/thalergic weirdness of the biological daughter of God on slight, so, just accept that. Maybe children of lyctors (I refuse to believe there haven’t been any before) are a little Like That anyway? The Conspirators do learn the truth pretty fast, DNA test or something, but they quickly decide that stealing the baby and running for the Ninth is a terrible plan, and G1deon and God have to let her out from underfoot eventually. They’ll wait.

the Ninth had already named her Gideon. Gideon 1 tries to change this, but alas, his terrible immortal friends all think it’s hilarious and call her Gideon Jr, or “Junior” or “Giddy” for short.

Cytherea is undoubtably the Cool Aunt, and also Giddy’s first crush

(neither Mercy nor Augustine want to touch children on account of potential stickiness, ruling them firmly out)

JohnGod makes so many Godfather jokes in a terrible Italian mobster accent, which Giddy then imitates with equal inability to mimic an accent, which either produces something completely unrecognizable as old-Earth Italian mobster OR somehow loops back around to being a perfect impression of Don Corleone

Pyrrha tries to resist the urge to check in, but fails, particularly around bedtime (usually a private father/daughter tucking-in ritual). Giddy, with the uncomfortable insight for a toddler, quickly grasps that Sunglasses Dad is a different persona than Normal Dad. Sunglasses Dad swears her to utmost secrecy about this, and she keeps the oath...almost entirely

she does let it slip to Normal Dad, who...

listen, G1deon has been concealing his mysterious lapses in awareness from God and his fellow lyctors for centuries; he’s not going to stop now. And he MUST have had suspicions about what caused them; he’s not an idiot. But he would, I think, be a responsible father. 

So when 7yo Gideon Jr. lets slip about her interactions with Sunglasses Dad - which she definitely doesn’t realize is a whole different person; she probably thinks it’s a weird character her dad acts as sometimes, like how Uncle God will play pretend as a mobster, pirate, horse, etc. When Gideon Jr. lets slip, Gideon Sr. sits her down with his daughter, gets her to tell him about Sunglasses Dad, and admits that, uh, yeah, sure, it’s a fun game they play together, and still very secret from everyone else...and if ‘Sunglasses Dad’ ever makes her feel scared, or god forbid hurts her, she should run away and find Uncle God and tell him everything immediately. 

(Because he has suspicions, he must have suspicions, especially at this point...but just in case he’s wrong, he’ll confess to this centuries-old secret rather than let any harm befall his daughter. It’s the only right thing to do.)

Some Actual Plot Maybe, IDK?:

when Gideon Jr. is 13, her father finally agrees to enroll her in the Cohort Academy for Gifted Officers-To-Be, or whatever its called. Gideon Sr. has a quiet word with the current head of Second House and Gideon Jr. enrolls incognito, and rolls up to this place with

- sword skills trained since birth with fucking lyctors

- an uncanny ability to survive should-be-deadly wounds

- the social skills of someone who has never spoken with anyone under the age of several millennia

- probably slightly more respect for, like, the concept of authority/order/duty/not being a smartass 24/7 than the canon Gideon we know and love...BUT she has also literally never suffered a consequence in her life, and...you know how Miles Vorkosigan’s insubordination habits are based partly in that for the first 18 years of his life, his commanding officers, essentially, were 2 of the most competent people on Barrayar? God Himself used to give Gideon horsey rides. Gideon might try, politely, to be impressed by the commander-instructor glaring at her personally, but she is...not.

- gay

[insert a full YA novel’s worth of coming-of-age shenanigans here, absolutely ft. Judith Deuteros and Marta Dyas as soon-friends]

AND THEN ONE DAY, JOD SENDS OUT AN INVITATION to the heir of the Nine Houses inviting them to the First...

now, Gideon does not have a single drop of necromantic ability. She never has. So she wants to be a cavalier so bad...

but even Gideon, sword bimbo that she is, couldn’t grow up with The lyctors and not notice that... Well, no one really talks about their cavaliers, except when Mercy and Augustine fight about them. There is a grieving, sucking wound where every lyctoral cavalier should be.

she still tried so hard to be one. Judith very nearly agreed to have her even over <3Marta<3 (whom they were both madly crushing on). Then Gideon had one of her rare meetings with her father (he’d swing by the Cohort Academy sometimes and they’d get lunch), and told him about it all excitedly, and he flatly forbade it. And then he went over her head and flatly forbade it to the Cohort. 

so there’s something Weird going on there, or at least there’s something being unfairly forbidden to Gideon like birds are forbidden to the indoor cat staring out the window, eagerly lashing its tail. 

so she hatches a Plan:

- 1. Stow away on Judith & Marta’s ship to Dominicus - 2. ??? - 3. Profit!

when she sees Cytherea there, she thinks, Oh shit, I’m busted.

fortunately, she’d waited until everyone else had disembarked and gone inside before she snuck off the ship, so Cytherea doesn’t see her. So now it’s up to Gideon to sneak around, make friends with the heirs of the Houses, and recruit them into helping her not get caught by her aunt! Who she assumes is here specifically to catch her out...or maybe to covertly oversee the trials...? Hey what is up with this place anyway?

(It’s fortunate because as soon as Cytherea sees Gideon, she’s going to change her plan to “kill everyone immediately, except Giddy, whom I take to the Ninth and exsanguinate to open that damn tomb.”)

(Unfortunately, once like 5 people have died, Gideon is likely to honorably reveal herself in order to ask Cytherea for help, because CLEARLY something has gone terribly wrong. This can’t really be part of the trials, right? Uncle God wouldn’t do that.)

[buckys-wintersoldier]

His forever and ever

// Chapter Two //

// Pairing //

-> (Ex-)Boyfriend!Mob!Bucky Barnes x (Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader

// Summary //

-> After work you hope that Bucky isn’t in the bar anymore or at least he is just there to have a drink. But what when he is just there because you are, because it’s his opportunity to talk to you and make you come back home into his mansion again?

// Wordcount //

-> 3.389 Words

// Warnings // Teen

-> angst, Bucky following you, insults, punching,

// Authors Note //

-> The biggest thank you to the amazing @bucks-babe for proofreading and coming up with more details.

// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //

// Series Masterlist //

<- Chapter One

John doesn’t sit down after Thor left, but he follows your gaze, seeing the man who stood in front of him just a few minutes ago and the one he guessed is your ex-boyfriend. He gasps when he realizes who the man with the long brown hair is, tattoos covering his body and a few glistening rings stick on his fingers.

He turns toward you, clearing his throat and your face immediately snaps towards him, body still slightly shaking. “Is that your ex-boyfriend? James Barnes, the mobster James Barnes?” His tone sounds cold and he tries to find something in your eyes that says no but you avoid his eyes, answering him without words.

“Oh fuck! You should have told me! Don’t you— fuck!” John swears, his hand running nervously through his hair and he shifts from one foot to the other. “It was really nice to meet you, I need to go home.”

You sigh, knowing that he doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. With a soft smile you wave at him, rolling your eyes when you let your eyes wander toward the lounge where Bucky is sitting. He grins at you, and you can’t help the jump your heart is doing when he smiles at you — like he always did, especially when he was jealous. You scowl, rolling your eyes that he can’t let you move on.

When the two of you went out a while ago and one of the waiters was looking at you for a moment too long, Bucky looked at them with just one glance and they avoided you to not get into trouble with Bucky when they look at you, too scared of what the mobster would do with them. But the brown-haired man just smirked at you, his tongue wetting his lips and he told you with the way he looked at you that he will make sure you will scream his name later, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Bucky always showed you that he is the one who really loved you and that no one had the chance to get too close to you when he was around. It also had its good sides when someone drunk or flirty was too close, Bucky always took care that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Even though when Bucky was out with you most of the people didn’t even dare to look at you, too afraid that the mobster could be mad. Sometimes it made you feel like you wasn’t worth a look, sometimes you felt lonely when only special people were allowed to look or talk to you — but when you looked at Bucky every thought was brushed away and his sweet smile and ocean blue eyes made you feel comfortable and loved, like the most adorable woman on earth and especially for Bucky.

You continue your work, every now and then you look at Bucky, seeing his eyes roam over the people in the bar and whenever you’re talking to a man and laugh his eyes darken and he turns his hands into fists. Bucky’s knuckles turn white, his jaw is clenching and you need to hide your smirk when you see him getting angry when you talk to a man.

When your shift is over you talk to one of your coworkers for a moment before you make your way to the locker rooms and get your stuff to go back home. Steve and Tony left the bar a few hours ago and Steve told you that he was going to Tony’s, you told them to have fun but not too much fun — both of them laughed that off, blushing slightly.

You hope that Bucky left the bar or at least didn’t care that your shift ended. But you should have known better, your ex-boyfriend is not just a man who works as a mechanic or lumberjack. Bucky is a mobster and he knows everything, including when you work, how long you work and what you do before and after work.

He follows you with his eyes when you walk out of the locker room, making your way through the bar and leaving. Bucky nods toward Thor, showing him that he can stay in the bar if he wants to, while Bucky gets up and makes his way slowly out of the bar as well.

The cold air is hitting your face the moment you walk outside, you inhale deeply. The fresh air causes you to sigh softly before the wind a moment later makes you shiver and you giggle softly to yourself. The streets are almost dark sans the few street lights brighten the night.

You slowly walk along the streets enjoying the silence, except for the few cars and people. You like a good walk at night, feeling like everything around you stops for a moment. After a while you walked into a dark alley, you didn’t feel scared, why should you, you had been together with the most fearful man in town. And you learned to defend yourself if needed.

Bucky smirks when he looks at you walking along the street, walking like the world is your runway, and he loves that. The way your hips swing softly and his eyes are darted to your ass, admiring it like he always does. He just can’t get enough of you, of your smell, of your taste or just of the way you talk and walk. He even loves when you’re all bossy or angry at him — or all of that — it at least showed him that you were still feeling something for him, but now you really look like you moved on, not even bothering about him anymore.

Little does he know that your mind is full with thoughts of him, that everything he reminds you of him, except the work. The bar is a place you feel like you can forget for a moment, you can flirt a bit with the men there and it’s not bad at all.

The brown-haired man follows you into the alley, he always loves those cat and mouse games you both played but right now, his adrenaline is pumping through his veins and he grins widely. The cracking noise underneath his foot causes him to stop for a moment to see if you’re going to turn around and face him.

And you do, you immediately turn around, your eyes scanning every bit of the dark to find out where the noise came from. And when you see a big shadow just a few feet away you shiver. You feel the person's eyes on you and you want to run away but you freeze, like the ground got hands, grabbed you by your ankles and holds you in place.

“Dragǎ mea,” he says, smirking when he walks into the light of the lamp of the house next to you. You shiver, the urge to run is strong but you’re frozen and since it’s just you and Bucky it feels so familiar like it did when the two of you were together. “My pretty doll, thought you could run away from your mobster?”

You shake your head, paralyzed when you look into his beautiful blue eyes. He is so close and still a few feet away, he has dark shadows under his eyes but they still brighten as much as they used to do and his smirk is just as pretty as it always was. Bucky chuckles, taking a step closer until he reaches you, grasping your arm and pulling you close against him.

“I’ve missed you, you know that? How about you come home with me now and we forget that shit, I will claim you and we are good?” He mumbles, suddenly his face is just a few inches away from yours. His hot breath hits your lips and you gasp quietly, lips slightly parted when you inhale deeply.

You’re surrounded by his cologne and Bucky’s smell. The sweet vanilla mixed with the fresh mint, causing your mind to go dizzy. His hands are so soft and warm, holding you by your arms, his thumbs slowly moving up and down the back of your hands.

“Bucky, let go of me. We broke up and we both moved on,” you say, looking away to not get lost in his beautiful ocean blue eyes. He chuckles darkly, his flesh hand grasping your chin, turning your head so you have to face him. His eyes are piercing into yours and you want to sigh softly, just give in to him and tell him that you’re sorry but you can’t.

He messed up, not only once. You can’t forgive him that easily and a part of you screams to not do it at all. Even though he is the love of your life, even though he is the man who causes you to laugh and makes you happy. But he didn’t only do that, he also hurt you a whole lot.

“Moved on? Working in a bar, dating that Steve guy and living with your best friend? That’s what you call moving on?” Bucky asks, chuckling when his thumb slides over your lips. He sees the shifting in your eyes, in your tension — the want to give in to him but not wanting it at the same time. He knows you so damn well, he knows your body language, everything that your eyes show, no matter what words slip past your pretty lips.

“I moved on and I’m not datingSteve! You know he is my best friend and he is gay!” You say, looking confused about which guy Bucky is talking.

You haven’t dated a guy after Bucky, not even a one-night stand or whatever. You sometimes flirt with some guys in the bar but your heart belongs to the brown-haired mobster in front of you.

“The guy you date, my men told me about him, brown-haired,” Bucky mumbles, holding your face still in place while he slowly pushes his digit between your lips, groaning quietly. You look adorable with his finger in your mouth and he can’t just help but wants you to suck at it, he wants to feel your warm, wet mouth around his fingers.

Bucky hasn’t felt that in a while and he hasn’t had another pussy or girl since that, he wants you and he doesn’t even think about fucking another girl. Even though you broke up, it feels wrong to just think about dating someone else, or fuck someone who isn’t his pretty doll. You bite his finger, not much but enough for him to notice that you don’t want to have his thumb between your lips right now.

“It’s none of your business but to make your jealous ass feel better: I haven’t dated another guy! I moved to Steve and Steve is gay. I don’t know what your men told you but it’s not true,” you admit, seeing the grin on his lips growing. “But we still moved on, and everything we had is over.”

“Do you think that someone with such dark shadows under his eyes, who was looking for his girl, moved on? Oh dragǎ mea, I didn’t move on, and you will come home with me now,” Bucky chuckles, bringing his face closer to you. His lips are almost brushing against yours. You close your eyes, sighing softly before your eyes shoot open.

You turn your head, his hand letting go of your chin, then you bring your hands to his chest pushing him away. Bucky laughs softly, he has seen the way you closed your eyes, had heard your soft sigh when you were about to give in to him, to let him kiss you.

“Fuck you. Why can’t you just piss off and leave me alone, Bucky?” You ask through gritted teeth and cause Bucky to chuckle even more. He loves when you’re angry, especially when he can make you beg in bed later and when you apologize for your attitude.

You take a few steps back, he lets go of you completely but his eyes now roam over your body. He smirks when he sees the way you shift slightly from one foot to the other, when others do that because they are scared you do it when you want to ask something then. “What is it, doll? What do you want to ask me?”

“Why did you follow me?” The words come over your lips before you have thought about it. The question was sitting in your mind since you two started to talk but you didn’t get yourself to ask him why he really follows you.

“Because I love you, and I want you to come back home with me now. We can do it one way or the other. What do you prefer, dragǎ mea, nice or hard way?” You roll your eyes, he tires it again, tries to make you do what he wants even though he has to be a manipulative ass.

He doesn’t even recognize it, too deep in his thoughts, in his need to claim you, to make you his again. Bucky can’t be without you, every day feels like his soul is ripped out of his body and cut into little pieces. He wouldn’t admit it but he now understands what pain he caused, how much he hurt you and broke your heart — but that means he can make it up to you, show you that he really loves you.

“You haven’t had time when we were together, you never had time for me. You promised to go out with me but you always needed to work then. Why can’t you continue with that?” You ask, your voice shaking and Bucky flinches when he hears it. He knows he hurt you but hearing your shaking voice and seeing into your teary eyes shows him that all once again.

“I’m sorry, doll. I know I messed up but let me make it up to you. I promise I will be better this time, will show you my love,” he whispers, taking a step closer but you immediately take a step backwards. You feel the tears slowly falling down your cheeks, immediately wiping them away to not show them to him. He sees them though, even if you wouldn’t cry he would still know how much he was hurting you, but he can’t just let you go and let you move on without him, maybe even with another man.

“Bucky, you promised me so often. Please just try and move on,” you mumble. Your heart says ‘no, just kiss him and forgive him’ but you can’t just do that. Not even when your heart is bleeding, your soul is broken and Bucky is the only one who could fix that.

He doesn’t look away for a second, his eyes piercing in yours and you can see the wave of pain rushing through them. Bucky walked into the bar, knowing he would talk to you and get you back, but it is easier in his mind as you make it for him.

“I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry, I really am. But I can’t move on without you. You’re everything I need, how—“ he pauses, inhaling deeply. “How can I be without you, when you belong to me, when my heart, my soul, everything of me screams for you — to be close to you.”

You shake your head, you feel sorry — sorry that he feels that way but you’re also sorry for yourself. You didn’t want to have those feelings come up again, trying to avoid them but here they are. Your ex-boyfriend standing in front of you, and all those feelings you have for him filling your body, making your heart race.

“I’m sorry, but it’s over. You say you can’t move on without me, but you made me move on without you. You had your chance and you wasted it for what? Your work?” you say, looking down, wanting to turn around but he grasps your arm, pushing you backwards until you’re pressed against a wall. His body is so close to you, you can feel his warmth and his strong, tensed body pressing against you.

“It’s not! You can’t be without me, you will come back to me. Do you think another man can give you the pleasure I give you? No one will love you the way I do, you belong to me and you should remember that,” he says in an aggressive and cold tone. His anger boiling inside of him, he loves you, why don’t you understand that? Why don’t you get that he is sorry and will be better, that you belong to him and that Bucky owns you, that he needs you as much as you need him?

You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling his racing heart. His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you more against the wall, smirking at you. His eyes are dark and his smile isn’t the sweet and lovely one you love so much, it’s the mobster dark one. Bucky’s smirk which he uses when he is working, trying to get information out of people or what else he is doing but definitely not a lovely and warm one.

Your body trembles, a cold shiver running along your spine. With your hands you try to push him away, only causing him to tighten his grip and press himself more against you. “You belong to me, you’re not going to date another guy. You're doing as you’re told and be a good girl for me now, dragǎ mea.”

His thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your clothes but it doesn’t calm you down, not when you look into his dark, cold eyes and hear his even colder voice. Bucky doesn’t accept a ‘no’ when he is angry so you need to find a way to make your way to the cold surface of the mobster, you need to reach the soft and loving man you feel in love with.

“Bucky you were hurting me, you ignored my needs. You didn’t want my love, and now I moved on. Don’t you want me to be happy?” You ask, even though you know it’s not that easy to be happy without Bucky. He shakes his head, his gaze softens but then immediately it's dark again. His jaw clenches and every thought of another man being by your side causes him to become angrier.

“You think you can be happy with another man?” He laughs, darkly and rough. Bucky's grip tightens even more and it’s almost painful, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Guess I need to remind you who you belong to, doll.”

Bucky’s tongue glides over his lips, leaving them wet and glistening. He leans closer, his face only inches away from yours. Your mind goes black and before you can think even more you push him away. The soft way doesn’t work, Bucky doesn’t listen and he scares you — but not only that, you know you would give in to him would his lips brush over yours or your skin.

He chuckles when he takes a step back, he knows that you’re strong but he didn’t think you would push him away with such force. “Love when you’re mad at me, you look so cute, dragǎ mea.”

You roll your eyes, when he tries to grasp your hips once again you lift your leg, kicking upwards and hitting him perfectly. Bucky groans, his hands snap to his cock, pressing softly on it to get rid of the pain in his balls. The moment he stumbles back you run, thinking about something you could hide or just run back home where you would be way more safe as somewhere hidden.

“You fucking bitch! I love you and you treat me like that? Don’t you dare to run away, I will find you!” Bucky shouts, his balls hurt and he needs a moment to be able to move. His legs are shaking and he only sees you running around a corner, knowing that he won’t catch you now. So he makes his way slowly back to the bar, he will find you, and you will be with him, love him like he loves you.

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Sincerely yours, me | T.S

Summary: Tommy receives anonymous gifts and letters. All the signs point to a single conclusion - he has a secret admirer.

The first gift was misinterpreted, as harmless as it could be, a man like Tommy wouldn't simply eat anything sent to him.

Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, Polly waited for Tommy to get home. On the table, a delicate box from a nearby bakery and a letter caught everyone's attention, not only for the gesture but also the date.

If anyone would search for Thomas Shelby in city registers, all they'd find would be his army register, indicating his date of birth was 19th September, months earlier than the true date, a cold Wednesday morning of November. Whoever sent the gift was close enough to the family to not be fooled by the erroneous papers.

That day, Tommy entered the kitchen in quick steps, unconsciously or not, he always worked more on his birthday, not being particularly fond of celebrating.

“Is anything special about the age of thirty?” Polly asked.

“...no,” noticing the suspicious gifts on the table, Tommy reached for the letter, the envelope contained no information other than his own name, “who bought this?”

“No one, it was left on the door this morning,” she turned the box to show him the bakery’s name, “the place isn't cheap, they wouldn't leave it at the door without someone to collect it,”

“So someone ordered and left it at the door,” Tommy concluded.

“What does the letter say?”

The first thing Tommy noticed was the calligraphy, it wasn't neat nor horrendous. He could see the author tried their best to look nice.

Dear Tommy,

Originally, I was excited to write you this letter. Now that I have your cake and shall deliver it tomorrow, it makes me question if this was a good idea.

I believe birthdays are meant to be celebrated with those we have dearly. You seem to think otherwise, nevertheless, I hope you (and your family) enjoy the flavor I picked.

I wish I had bought you a gift as well, I had an eye on a pocket watch from a pawnshop in London, it'd seat nicely with a brown three piece you have, unfortunately my budget is not endless.

I hope you enjoy your birthday and wish you all the happiness, prosperity and good fortune.

Sincerely yours, me.

P.S I've taken notice I mentioned the cake spent a day in my house, if the thought ever crosses your head, do not worry, it cannot have spoiled, I kept it on the ice box all the time ♡

“So?” Polly questioned.

“Take a look at the calligraphy,” he handed her the letter, “does it look familiar?”

“Not at all, I can check in the books, but it's too neat to belong to any of our men, also there's a heart in the end,”

“Alright,” he sighed, “I want you to go to the bakery and ask who ordered it, then ask all the neighbors about the person who left it at the door, anything is useful,”

“Oh, for Christ's sake! I've things to do but to investigate a birthday cake!”

“Polly,” Tommy opened the box, “whoever sent this is watching from close, what do they plan to do with all this information? It can't be good,”

“Alright,” she sighed, “I'll ask, but I bet is nothing more than some of the neighbors’ daughters wearing her heart out for you,”

“Fucking finally,” John suddenly entered the kitchen, “Polly said we'd only eat when you arrived,”

“No one is going to eat,” he looked at the cake, the white topping could be easily deduced as vanilla while the bottom was chocolate.

“What?! What not?”

“We don't know who fucking sent this, it can be poisoned,”

“Or someone wants to send a message,” Polly added.

“Or it's just fucking cake,” John argued, “ugh, forget it,”

As John left, Tommy threw the box in the trash, the light sweet scent rose up to his nose and looking superficially, it seemed like nothing but an innocently sent birthday gift. He wouldn't risk it though, if he was wrong about it, it'd be shameful to die over a piece of cake.

Weeks went by without further information, all the bakery was able to tell was that the person who made the order was a woman, nothing they hadn't already deduced. The dust settled, with no signs of danger or special dates coming by, nothing disturbed Tommy's routine.

The second gift was delivered by Scudboat, at the end of a shift in the betting shop he sneaked his head into Tommy's tiny office with a bulky envelope.

“Tom? I'm going home,” he said.

“See you tomorrow,” Tommy didn't lift his eyes from the papers on the desk.

“Someone left this on my desk today, it's for you,”

His shoulders dropped in a tired move, one more problem was everything he didn't need, “Who did? Did you see?”

“No, we had a full house today, I'm sorry, man,” Scudboat left.

First, a wooden horse fell from the paper. The delicate miniature wasn't bigger than a pocket watch, but the details revealed it was made by talented hands.

Dear Tommy,

Although throwing the whole cake away did offend me, I admit I'm the one at fault for this huge miscalculation, I have no enemies myself and yet, I'd be hesitant to eat something anonymously sent to my door.

Therefore, please accept this horse as a gift instead. It sat dusting up on my shelf for way too long, if you ask me, it resembles Monaghan boy.

Sincerely yours, me.

Tommy placed the miniature in the corner of his desk, it immediately set amongst his other belongings as if it was made to be there.

Slightly crumbling the paper, he fought the urge of ripping it apart, no harm was done and he couldn't find any subtle threats between the lines, but the thought of being observed made him tremble.

The possibility of someone being truly in love with him crossed his mind and was quickly shaken off. Tommy knew he wasn't lovable, at least not anymore, at most it must be infatuation from a stupid woman.

Putting the letter in a drawer, he carried on with his paperwork.

The third gift came three weeks later, when Tommy thought she had given up on him. A worn out bracelet he recognized from an Appleby fair, years ago he bought one for Greta Jurossi and managed to sneak up some more while the seller turned around to get his change. He remembered distributing them amongst her friends.

Those faces were all blurred in Tommy's memory now, shadows from a past that seemed so distant it felt like another life.

The envelope wasn't neat like the previous ones either, delivered by Ada herself, all she offered as explanation was an entertained smile and a “read the letter, Tom”

Relief washed over him learning that Ada was the one collecting information. The worry’s weight left his shoulders and then, the whole scenario felt as laughable as a joke.

Tommy,

It has come to my attention that my letters do you more harm than good. What a shame, I had planned to toy with you a while longer, but seeming it doesn't have the expected effect, I believe there's no option other than revealing myself.

I assure you I never intended harm and Ada was of great help in keeping an eye on you. Please, do not be upset at her, she was manipulated by having me watching Karl whenever needed.

Thomas, you are very dear to me, I've made it clear through the last few months, because of it, I'll be at the Garrison this Friday from 17:00 to 18:00, at the last table in the corner, we've never been complete strangers so you'll recognize me.

All I ask you is to not show up with selfish intentions, to mock me or satisfy your curiosity. I want to be someone close to you, someone you trust and perhaps like. If this possibility exists, come meet me, if your heart is permanently closed, I understand, but please do not come.

Sincerely yours, //////////

Tommy slowly put the letter down, the red scribbles where her name should be evoked sympathy within him. He imagined a simple girl, a silhouette between Greta's friends, switching pen colors and ruining the end of a tidy letter.

Lighting up a cigarette, he rubbed his tense brow, decisions that involved others were always harder and he doubted he'd get used to it someday.

He also couldn't deny curiosity was eating him alive, he needed to know who was sweet enough to look away from the atrocities he committed after France and still love the man he became.

Love, the word sounded so foreign to him he made a decision. He'd go to the encounter, even if he wasn't sure he wanted a relationship, having someone who loved him would be useful.

The week went by fast, around a quarter to five Tommy ordered everyone out of the Garrison, two cups and a whiskey bottle waited with him. He wouldn't define what he felt as excitement, perhaps satisfaction in finally closing that case.

Leaning on the counter, he stared at the doors, a hesitant shadow showed up on the glass panel, the knob moved down and a few seconds passed until she got in.

Her eyes widened seeing the pub empty, a shiver ran down her spine as her eyes met his squinted ones. She gulped, frozen at the entry. Tommy sized her up and his gaze softened, an afternoon tea at the Jurossi’s house years ago, he'd barely noticed her, apparently she had noticed him.

“You came,” she greeted.

“I was curious,”

“Tommy, I asked you to not-”

“Yeah,” he interrupted, “it was brave of you to keep me in the dark for so long,”

“It was barely two months,”

“Could've been much more if so you decided,”

“Why would I? You didn't see to enjoy my… admiration at all,”

Pouring them drinks, Tommy called her to the counter. She shyly smiled as he handed her a glass and made a tiny toast.

“It was clever,” he complimented, “I recruit clever people,”

“So this is business focused?” she looked down, disappointed.

“Amongst other things,” with his glass, he lifted her chin, “I think we can achieve great things together,”

[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

[yanderestarangel]

★ STARBOY | JOHNNY CAGE X FTM READER ★

TW: afab anatomy, ftm reader, vaginal sex, sex without a condom, creampie, praise kink, slight degradation.

Sounds of low, hoarse moans, the light from buildings along the length of Hollywood's stone jungle entered the luxurious room of Cage's mansion.

You saw yourself riding his cock, your cunt gripping his thick, naked length, bodies working in a slow and passionate rhythm, constant and mutual, he moved his hips lightly with each movement of yours, Johnny grabbed your soft flesh, leaving light marks.

The smell of expensive wine and designer perfume that came from him entered your nose, making you more intoxicated at the moment, taking your hands to the muscles of his shoulder, slowly passing to the sides of his neck, damp and hot with sweat, reaching the back of his skin, running his fingers through the soft strands like a calm and sensual massage, his brown eyes penetrated yours, watching you with a face of satisfaction and lustful destruction, that gave you the gas to continue, he knew that, he did that on purpose, Johnny knew that you loved seeing his face contort with pleasure because of you, and he made sure to show you every reaction, every pure reaction of ecstasy that you gave him.

His moans were getting louder by the minute, you could feel your inner walls squeeze his fat cock tightly, but you didn't want to cum, not now.

Johnny knew you were close to cumming, he knew the tightness of your pussy for months, years, time was relative at that moment, drunk on you and for you, only your body did that to him

"-Continue... You're doing so well... Please baby." -Johnny spoke hoarsely and needily, needy for you, he needed you, he wanted to cum, he needed to show you that you were his star. No one shone brighter in the starry sky of Johnny Cage's life and heart than you, in fact, at that moment, who was there was not Johnny Cage the movie star, but John Calton, the man in love with you, the man who would kiss the ground you walk on.

Your hips moved faster, the sound of skin against skin as Johnny thrust into you, helping you enter the sweet spot inside your pussy was so damn good.

Johnny saw a single tear fall from your beautiful face, you were so overstimulated, it was beautiful to see, you were beautiful, you were the most beautiful thing in his life, the luxury around his mansion was insignificant compared to you.

He wiped away your tears, and then kissed you, tongues fighting for control even though they didn't even have control of themselves, as he pushed deeper grabbing the sides of your ass, his head spun with the pleasure of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock him as well as if you were tailor-made for him, perhaps, you were.

"-I just want to see you shine because I know you are a star, baby..." -Johnny also said, shedding some tears, pushing deeper into your pussy, connected by flesh but also by the dance of your hearts.

"-Oh, you've been such a good boy for me, taking my cock like a champ. Look at you, so beautifully submissive, so eager to please. Your pussy feels so tight around me, so wet and welcoming. Don't you You can imagine how much it turns me on to see you spread out before me, submitting to my every desire." -Johnny's voice oozes with lust and dominance as he continues to ravage your trembling body, his grip on your neck adding a thrilling touch to the pleasure.

"-That's it, my little slut. Take every inch of me. I want to feel you milking me, your pussy clenching around me, desperate for more. You're so wet for me, aren't you? Admit it, tell me how much you You need my cock inside you." -He punctuates his words with powerful thrusts, his hips colliding with yours in a rhythm that brings you both closer to the edge.

"-Look at those tits bouncing, begging to be fucked. You're a naughty little slut, and I love it. You're mine to use, to fuck, to make scream. Your pleasure belongs to me, and I will win. Don't stop until I have claimed until the last moan of those beautiful lips of yours..." -Johnny's voice is hoarse with desire as he continues to move inside you, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of adoration and lust.

"-Yes, darling, you are my star. You are the only one who lights up my world. Your beauty, your passion, everything surpasses anything else. You are enough, more than enough for me. I want you to feel that, believe it deep down in your core." -He continues to move inside you, each thrust into your pussy fueled by a desire to show how much you mean to him.

"-Yes, you're my dirty little star. So eager to please, so hungry for my cock. I can't get enough of you. Your pussy is so tight, so wet for me. You're making me lose control, boy. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you shine brighter than any star in the sky." -He runs his fingers across your skin, leaving a trail of fire.

"-Fuck, you're doing so well, my star. I'm going to fuck you until you're a quivering mess, completely destroyed by pleasure. Your moans, your screams, are like a symphony to my ears. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I saw it and I'm not going to stop." -With one final thrust, Johnny pushes you to the limit, cumming inside your pussy, jets hitting your uterus, your body shaking with ecstasy as you succumb to the pleasure, to his touch, you were his and never and no one would change That, after all, he was your star boy and you were his star.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[incorrectbatfam]

Okay so it just occurred to me that Bruce’s initials are BTW, as in By The Way, something I’m sure he says a lot given he’s a Corrector™️ who Knows Things.

In that vein, what do all the Batfam members’ initials stand for (wrong answers only of course)?

Richard John Grayson: Really Just a Guy

Jason Peter Todd: Jersey's Public Terror

Timothy Jackson Drake: Tired Juvenile Delinquent

Damian Al Ghul Wayne: Department of Animal Welfare

Duke canon didn't give him one Thomas: Daytime Television

Cullen also doesn't have a middle name Row: Crying rn

Stephanie are you fucking kidding me Brown: Sourdough Bread

Cassandra Wu-San Cain: Cool Women's Club

Barbara Joan Gordon: Bureau of Just Google it

Harper i'm tempted to make one up Row: Home Repairs

Caroline Keene Kelley: Camp Kit Kat

Katherine Rebecca Kane: Know your Rights, Kids

Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth: All The Canon's Piss

Selina this is why dc sucks Kyle: Smol Kittens

Bruce Thomas Wayne: Batman's True Wife

[decolonize-the-everything]

"In 2014, when a federal court judge ruled that California’s administration of the death penalty was unconstitutional, Harris appealed the decision as state attorney general, arguing that it was “not supported by the law.”

Harris later said that she was obligated to defend capital punishment as the legal representative of the state. Many have pointed out that she was happy not to defend a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage that voters passed in Proposition 8 when it was challenged a year earlier. Harris’ response: She was merely reflecting the position of her client, Gov. Jerry Brown’s administration.

She also explained that the judge’s ruling, which held that the long delays between sentencing and execution in California amounted to “cruel and unusual punishment,” could be used to justify speeding up the state’s system of capital punishment" Calmatters

Her saying the wait times for death row should be shorter when her police are wrongfully convicting people is beyond simply justifying the death penalty and beyond inhumane.

But let's talk about:

That was 5 years ago. the children on this website had a better idea of gender and could probably school her Right Now. In 5 minutes. Literally what is her excuse, she's old enough to have grown up watching the trans and queer rights movements. Like??? Hello??

Her response:

I was, as you are rightly pointing out, the attorney general of California for two terms and I had a host of clients that I was obligated to defend and represent and I couldn’t fire my clients, and there are unfortunately situations that occurred where my clients took positions that were contrary to my beliefs,” Harris said.

[...] Harris said she takes responsibility for the litigation approach of her office because she was responsible as California attorney general. “But the bottom line is the buck stops with me, and I take full responsibility for what my office did,” Harris said.

Fine okay. Whatever... Right?

[...]But a series of briefs signed by Harris during her tenure as California attorney general made the opposite case. In one brief dated April 10, 2015, Harris and other state attorneys dismiss the importance of gender reassignment surgery in seeking to appeal a court order granting the procedure to transgender inmate Michelle-Lael Norsworthy. “Norsworthy has been treated for gender dysphoria for over 20 years, and there is no indication that her condition has somehow worsened to the point where she must obtain sex-reassignment surgery now rather than waiting until this case produces a final judgment on the merits,” the brief says.

?????!??!??!!!

Kamala is a law enforcement agent first and foremost. Then she is a politician.

She is NOT the girlboss queer ally that's gonna save everyone

If Republicans push through project 2025 legislation, you think this bootlicker nerd is gonna disobey the laws they put through? You think your cool girlboss memes will stop her from throwing you in one of her super progressive prison cells?

"I was just doing my job" was her excuse then just like it's the excuse of every cop who violates someone's rights. And that won't change. For her the system is always right, even when she knows it isn't.

Which in a lot ways makes her worse imo. She knows its fucked and she still signed up to do it anyway. Then lied & pretended to regret it.

“I never had a sense she was forward thinking or reforming,” said John Raphling, a bail reform advocate and senior researcher at Human Rights Watch who faced off against Harris’s state Justice Department as a criminal defense attorney.

“Bail reform is a trendy issue, and a lot of politicians are jumping on it and saying this is unfair. I don’t have any evidence that Harris was seeing that unfairness back when she was attorney general — but to her credit, we evolve, we learn, we see things.”

Dude said "maybe she grew up idk"

[...]Her office defended wrongful convictions, fighting to keep behind bars those who judges determined should go free. She refused to take a position on a pair of sentencing reform ballot measures, arguing she must remain neutral because her office was responsible for preparing ballot text.

[...]In response to critics who’ve pushed her to use her power in the courts to usher in change, she told The New York Times in 2016, “I have a client, I don’t get to choose my client.” APNews

So she's gonna do whatever the fuck the people paying her are telling her to and she made it very clear that her client was very much Not the people she was wrongfully incarcerating and trying to speedrun through death row.

And in that note: you may have heard about all her wrongful incarcerations. You may have seen liberals who "did their research" and found out it was "only 45" or some number like that

Ahahaha

....propaganda.

This is where that comes from.

One of Harris’s top deputies had emailed a colleague that a crime lab technician had become “increasingly UNDEPENDABLE for testimony.” Weeks later, the technician allegedly took home cocaine from the lab, possibly tainting evidence and raising concerns about hundreds of cases. Neither Harris nor the prosecutors working for her had informed defense attorneys of the problems — despite rules requiring such disclosure. Harris “failed to disclose information that clearly should have been disclosed,” Superior Court Judge Anne-Christine Massullo wrote in a scathing decision in May 2010. At first, Harris fought back. She blamed the police for failing to inform defense lawyers.

She blamed the cops LMAO

She estimated that only about 20 cases initially would be affected. And her office accused the judge of bias because Massullo’s husband was a defense lawyer.

But the turmoil increased. With the local criminal-justice system at risk of devolving into chaos, Harris took the extraordinary step of dismissing about 1,000 drug-related cases, including many in which convictions had been obtained and sentences were being served. WP

This mf had no idea what was going on cuz she was a shitty DA and panicked when being held accountable. Don't give her credit for that like it's a good thing.

The 20-50 number you're hearing from people who "fact-checked" are spreading misinfo and misleading propaganda. It was at least that many cases and at most it was so much that Kamala would rather overturn like a thousand of them.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Another good article with sources linked through out, written by Lara Bazelon; law professor and the former director of the Loyola Law School Project for the Innocent in Los Angeles:

In conclusion:

ACAB includes "Top Cop" & former D.A Kamala Harris

[rodolfoparras]

Okay, just hear me out. What if Price’s wife is weirdly into it and the two team up and fuck/degrade Price together? 🥴

Price’s wife should be horrified, she is horrified but there’s also a small part of her that can’t help but be turned on because she has never seen her husband be this wrecked.

He’s basically fucking himself onto your cock, chest flush red as he uses all of his arms strength to support his weight, sandy brown hair soaked in sweat and sticking to his forehead, while labored breathes escape his lips.

Her thighs subconsciously squeeze together and she can even see you with a small smirk on your face while gradually slowing down the movement of your hips.

“I think she wants to join in. What do you think pretty? Should we let her?”

Price can barely register what you’re saying, mind still hazy and desperate for any sort of relief. He doesn’t even realize he’s saying yes before his own wife is making her way over to their shared bed where him and his lover lay.

Theres a string of words she want to say as she quickly shuts the door behind her, a flux of emotion bubbling up in her gut as she walks over to the bed, and a burning need to touch price as she crawls over to where the two of you lay.

“Please please please” Price says, doesn’t even know who he’s begging at this point as he bucks up onto your length, begging for any sort of release he can get

All of sudden her voice hardens, gaze turning sharper as she utters the words “Look at you John, acting like a whore, wasn’t my cock enough for you hm?” She says as she delivers a slap to his ass cheek, the noise sounding throughout the room as he sobs into the sheets

“Sorry sorry so sorry ma’am” he sobs, head shaking back and forth, mind absolutely delirious while still continuously being skewed onto your cock

“Answer her properly John”

“Such a cockhungry whore you are john, one cock wasn’t enough, needed two to fill this hole up isnt that right”

“Yes yes please need - please anything..anything” he says hands almost threatening to rip the sheets with how tightly he’s gripping onto them.

[l0vem41l]

the passenger princess playlists

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, probably ooc, self-indulgent because we have fun here, author's taste in music is utter shit 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. these stupid parasites that keep infecting my brain aka bruce wayne,clark kent, jason todd, tim drake, and stephanie brown

author's note: THEY ARE THE PASSENGER PRINCESS!!!! WHY???? because if i projected my music taste on the reader insert we would have many issues. im not THAT self indulgent w/ my stuff i say, posting hcs of character's music tastes based on my own

you decide that it's time to show how much you trust them.

"hey," you mutter, eyes still on the road, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the wheel. "...you can have the aux cord, by the way."

▸ BRUCE doesn't even take it at first. he usually prefers to drive in complete silence himself, so he lets you handle the music. he's pretty nonchalant about what you play, indifferent to most music as long as it doesn't make his ears bleed.

the first time he takes the offer and plays something he personally enjoys, it's pretty straightforward: his main genres are classical, jazz, and dad rock. like... a lot of dad rock. he can read the room er, car?? well enough to know that the classical and jazz songs he listens to aren't exactly driving playlist material. and yes something in the way by nirvana will be played battison i fucking love you

BRUCE's songs include: ♡ she sells sanctuary by the cult ♡ something in the way by nirvana ♡ 1979 by the smashing pumpkins

▸ CLARK is more than happy to share his music! he's always been excited to hear whatever you jam out to and is pretty open to different genres. he definitely finds favorites of his that match the energy of your car playlists. doesn't wanna play anything that's too much of a bummer though, mainly because driving with you has such good vibes!!! he can't ruin that :( unless your in some sorta mood to be upset. then he's got some stuff aka a lot of elliot smith and jeff buckley

he finds a lot to love in all sorts of genres. it's a mix of stuff that he grew up listening to with his parents, stuff that he found on his own from artists he enjoys, and stuff you introduced him to. his music taste is just a mosaic of love for the people around him.

CLARK's songs include: ♡ it's been a long, long time by harry james and his orchestra ♡ cupid by sam cooke ♡ real love baby by father john misty

▸ if there's someone who's going to criticize music without sharing his full music taste? it's JASON. he's actually not mean but he'll make comments which give the impression that he thinks he'd be better with the aux. like bro ask for the aux normally. REMIND HIM WHO'S HOLDING THE WHEEL. YOU BETTER PRAY THAT THE VOTERS ARE IN YOUR FAVOUR WHEN WE DRIVE INTO THIS TELEPHONE POLE

when you give him the aux privileges he's secretly overjoyed. he likes a lot of different genres, rock, metal, indie rock, some punk... but don't ruin his mood by pointing out his music taste is vaguely inspired by bruce's. or make fun of him for listening to sleep token. obviously he likes listening to chill music too— but for a drive? it's gotta be loud and fast. secretly gets happy when you like the songs he plays. the validation gives him a quiet sort of joy.

JASON's songs include: ♡ knives out by radiohead ♡ goddamn these hands by the taxpayers ♡ custer by slipknot

▸ TIM is pretentious about music, but he doesn't intend to be. he's proud of his taste to the point where he's beyond spotify wrapped and stats.fm. i firmly believe he's made his own software to track the music he's listening to and it's thorough. that being said, he really doesn't mind listening to your music. he likes giving recommendations based off of the songs you play in the car.

tim adores branching out into different genres, and the more obscure it is, the more he likes it. given, he's also into some pretty known and loved bands. car seat headrest. radiohead. slaughter beach, dog. the minute you hand him the aux, he's trying to put you on his favourites. a lot of indie. like... so much indie. and midwest emo... american football WILL be played. he also unfortunately cannot hide his love for the pinkerton album.

TIM's songs include: ♡ never meant by american football ♡ oh! starving by car seat headrest ♡ tragic girl by weezer

▸ STEPHANIE is so cool. i've seen swiftie headcanons but guys... pop punk princess stephanie brown is too real. pop punk, alternative rock, riot grrrl— all that stuff. probably got aux privileges before you even gave her permission, she just started queuing up her songs with yours.

when she gets full control, she already has a playlist ready for the drive. it's kind of all over the place, but the vibes are great. you will go from mommy long legs to chappell roan and then to whatever recession pop artist she's into that week. steph is also a big fan of evanescence, kittie, and hole. those in specific are heavily headcanon-y but i feel like she'd appreciate them.

STEPHANIE's songs include: ♡ misery business by paramore ♡ cherry scented by jack off jill ♡ gimmie brains by bratmobile

▸ what are you listening to? you don't know but CASS seems happy at least. when you gave her aux privileges, she didn't really know what to do. she ended up just picking her favourite songs out of your usual playlists.

eventually, she gets excited by the prospect of sharing what she usually listens to and it's... something. so here's the thing: she listens to a lot of ambient noise. like, things that people usually sleep to. you once drove around for half an hour listening to nothing but the noises of rustling leaves and chirping birds through your speakers. and she was happy.

she listens to a lot of music where there's not a lot of lyrics most of the time, but tends to listen to some of stephanie's music as well— usually the more mellow side.

CASS' songs include: ♡ relaxing tranquil day in the forest by nature sounds ♡ healing ritual by whatever, dad ♡ to violet by adrianne lenker

part two... potentially??? lmk which character's you'd want ^_^

— reblogs always appreciated!