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fraseris · 4 years

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directors cut wilbur soot iceberg in no particular order

cocaine makes you boring scrapped album

3 old youtube channels

real name isnt wilbur soot

old skins were grian recolors

snuck out to the netherlands as a teen

pfp is him drunk at a party after his first gf broke up with him

has aphantasia

can barely taste

wants to run for prime minister

possibly autistic

licensed pilot

almost got murdered and/or robbed in the middle of the night while sleeping in a tent

ran drag nights at local bar

made an entire short film just to talk to a girl he liked who was actively in a relationship

sneaked out to political rallies as a teen

had speech therapy because his accent was terrible as a child

got concussed ?? and lost sight in one eye for days as a child

communist manifesto reading stream

collects vintage sweaters with us presidents on them

pictures of him spooning antvenom in an airbnb

computer on button used to be a fidget spinner

ate a subway meal deal every day for a month straight

read smpronpa

commissioned a boris johnson x jermey corbyn smut fic on fiverr

the stream he did with schlatt with like 20 viewers before he joined smplive

mother was popular childrens show host

autoimmune disease ??

bulge clip

two unused/undiscovered args

ate enough pistachios to kill a man

soothouse discord vc asmr videos

that one stream where he wasn’t wearing pants

3 jacksucksatlife collabs after the arg

plays the mandolin

video from months before the editor arg where he mentions getting kicked out of the bird watching club

met big q when they were 21 and 17 respectively

video where he says a slur

egirl saga adjacent song he wrote with carson about pokimane

once combed blue tack through his hair for a school play

listens to ed sheeran

house is haunted

soothouse video that got taken down because the thing they were reviewing was racist

multiple secret bands

the discord song possibly being a predecessor to the egirl saga

ghost hunting streams were planned since 2019

plays the lute

hairline rapidly receding because of thyroid ??? problems ??

got dumped on the hill from the im so cold video

wrote the squid song when he was 13

multiple random videos of teenage wilbur ranting about his life (why are there so many)

had sleep paralysis

story of him calling phil daddy and trying to get him to come do karaoke while he was at a blink-182 concert with kristen

arghaven discord call clip

slazo outro song

that one time he implied that jacksucksatlife was cheating on his girlfriend with wilbur

not actually a virgo

#i am posting #mcyt #wilbur soot #please dont crucify me for any of this

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winteriron-trash · 6 years

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ASMR [WinterIron Fic]

So I recently discovered ASMR through the wonderful world of the internet, and I thought it was really cool, and of course, it gave me WinterIron thoughts, so I wrote a shitty fanfic about it. If you don’t know what ASMR is, you should look it up, here’s my new favourite channel for it, it’s basically sounds that make you feel all tingly. Okay, I’m done rambling now. Also, don’t worry, I plan on writing the Instagram one after I get some sleep because shit, I did not expect people to be so eager for it. Also thanks to @lovinthepizzalife for being my beta and listening to me go on for hours about ASMR stuff.

Bucky first discovered ASMR by accident. He was watching some supposedly funny video Clint had sent him and it showed up in his suggestions.

The premise didn’t necessarily weird him out, per se. Bucky had come to grips with the fact that he didn’t understand half of what went on around him, and just grew to accept it. People making hour long videos of noises like running a brush over a microphone had to be pretty low on the list of strange things Bucky had seen. He still didn’t know what the hell a ‘dab’ was.

But the ASMR stuff was… surprisingly nice.

When Bucky brought it up with his therapist, she was encouraging, gave some lengthy explanation Bucky didn’t really care enough to listen to. The videos helped relax him, and his therapist was okay with it and those were the only two things Bucky cared about.

So Bucky got more immersed in it, found what sounds he liked and what ones he didn’t, what channels were the best. It was a routine and one that Bucky enjoyed. He found solace in routines, something to attach himself to, something that would ground him. He had tried explaining it to Steve, but it ended up going about as well as the time Sam had tried to show Steve how to play Mario Kart, so Bucky just gave up.

All in all, it was a nice, secretive pleasure Bucky could enjoy without having to worry about what other people would think of it.

And then Tony went and fucked it all up.

Well, in all fairness Bucky knew Tony wasn’t trying to fuck it up. Hell, Tony was as oblivious to the situation as anyone else was. But nonetheless, he’d still fucked it up.

Tony had walked into the living room one day, half asleep and looking like death. Bucky barely paid attention. It was common knowledge that Tony didn’t get half the amount of sleep he should, and it was even more common knowledge that it was impossible to get him to sleep.

But then he spoke.

And it didn’t even matter what he’d said. It never mattered what was being said with ASMR, Bucky found. They could be reading him the Communist Manifesto and he wouldn’t give a damn. As long as it was in a quiet, whispery voice that gave him those weird spine tingles, Bucky didn’t care.

That exact voice that Tony was using.

And fuck, it was perfect. Deep and raspy, catching on certain words with consonant sounds emphasized. Bucky’s entire fucking body tingled, mind focusing on that damned voice.

But it was gone as soon as it came, Tony stumbling out of the room with coffee in hand.

Bucky found videos of Tony talking online, and those helped a bit. A few interviews even had him using that deep, raspy voice that gave Bucky tingles. But there just wasn’t enough, and eventually, Bucky ran out of interviews to find. He even tried being around Tony more, but it… wasn’t exactly right.

So Bucky finally worked up the guts to talk to Tony about it, like a normal person. He waited for the right moment when Tony was working on his arm and they were alone, so Bucky had the least chance to embarrass himself.

“Hey,” Bucky said, clearing his throat.

Tony glanced up from Bucky’s arm, tools still digging deep. “Hm?”

Bucky took a deep breath. “Do you-you know what… ASMR is?”

“Autonomous sensory meridian response,” Tony said without flinching, listing the name in a flat monotone. “I never really understood it, but Pepper’s a fanatic. Did you know the person who came up with the name thought ‘meridian’ meant orgasm and that’s why he used the word?”

Bucky blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

“Well, now you know.” Tony flashed a smile. “So what about ASMR?”

“Well…” Bucky swallowed, flesh fingers twitching. “I… get it, you know? It works for me. My therapist said it was a good thing.”

“Mhm.” Tony nodded, looking back at his tools. “A relaxation thing, definitely not the weirdest thing out there.”

Bucky grunted in agreement. “And… I noticed… your voice is a trigger. For me, anyway.”

Tony glanced up again, pausing in his work. “My voice?”

“Yeah.” Bucky pressed his lips together.

“My voice,” Tony repeated, blinking. He knit his eyebrows together. “My voice is a trigger. In a good way?”

Bucky frowned. “Well, yeah. It’s ASMR, so… yeah. A good type of trigger.”

“Oh.” Tony tilted his head to the side. “Most people usually just get annoyed when I talk too much. I ramble a lot. About mostly pointless things, really. I mean, that’s what makes it rambling, but that’s not the point.”

“I like it.” Bucky shrugged. “It’s nice. Especially when your voice gets deep and whispery like… when you’re tired or something.” Bucky felt his cheeks heat.

Tony quirked an amused eyebrow. “Like this?” He asked, voice dropping an octave.

Bucky suppressed a happy shudder. “Yeah, like that.”

“If you encourage me, I’m just going to ramble to you all day,” Tony warned, but it wasn’t much of a warning, the way he used that deep and soft voice that had Bucky’s spine-tingling.

“Mm, that’s fine.” Bucky’s eyes fell shut and he felt tension bleeding out of his muscles. “I don’t mind if you ramble. It’s nice.”

“Huh.” Tony hummed. Tony started talking again, and Bucky honestly wasn’t sure what he was even talking about, something about explaining the parts of the arm, maybe, it didn’t really matter. But his voice was soft and perfect, and Bucky was able to lose track of the time listening to it.

After that, it became somewhat of a habit between the two. Bucky would even purposely seek out or call Tony just to hear his voice. And Tony never questioned it once. He was always ready to talk, just talk about anything. Bucky was sure there was some underlying problem with that, Tony practically tripping over himself just for the chance to talk to someone, but it wasn’t Bucky’s problem, so he tried not to think about it.

It was all well and good until Bucky went and fucked things up again.

He got a fucking crush.

Sure, it was reasonable, in theory. Everyone had a crush on Tony Stark. When Bucky had asked Clint, he even agreed. He was Tony Stark, there wasn’t much not to like. When Bucky actively listened to what Tony was saying during his ramblings, he fell in love a little more.

“So ask him out,” Clint said through a mouthful of cookies, milk carton in hand as he kicked the fridge door shut.

“I thought he was dating Pepper.” Bucky fiddled with his spoon as he stared at his oatmeal.

Clint snorted. “Tell Natasha that, I dare you.”

“What?” Bucky asked.

“Natasha and Potts are dating.” Clint clarified. “Tony’s single. Ask him out.”

“But what if-”

Clint threw a cookie at Bucky. “Come on, man. Don’t ‘what if’. If I did that, I never would’ve gotten the guts to ask Phil out.”

Bucky sighed. “But-”

“Hey,” Clint smacked him. “No buts. Just ask him. Buy him some flowers or something. Be all romantic and forties about it. Or don’t. Whatever works. Just ask him.”

Bucky made a face. “Fine.”

Bucky ended up deciding against flowers. Well, he might’ve gone with flowers if he’d gone with a more coherent plan, to begin with. Instead, the question just sort of fell out when Tony was talking, running his hands through Bucky’s hair. Bucky didn’t know when he’d started resting his head in Tony’s lap during these things, but he did know it was nice.

“Do you wanna get coffee sometime?” Bucky asked, glancing up.

Tony froze, looking down. “Do I- what?”

“Coffee,” Bucky repeated. “Like a date?”

“You-you're asking me on a date.” It wasn’t a question, but the look on Tony’s face was utter befuddlement.

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.

Tony stared at him. “Why?”

Bucky bit his lip and smiled. “Because maybe I like the guy as much as I like his voice.”

#winteriron #winteriron fanfic #bucky x tony #asmr #winteriron-trash writes

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