#but with the swiftie thing i think its more than that

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! faux innocence; a fic where you're the newest member of the thunderbolts*, and bucky tries to bed you the entire week, thinking you were a virgin. boy, was he so wrong.

cw: faux innocent!dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, reader acts like he's oblivious, reader is so fucking condescending, rough (?) sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), missionary/mating press, slight stomach bulge, bucky has a size kink, creampie reader is quite controlling, attempted edging (?)

word count: >5k

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!! @swiftie-fault

a/n: everyone's begging so its out early HAHA also bucky gets fucking whiplash from your tone change and its hilarious anyways this is filthy

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the next day, you woke up early. you hummed under your breath as you pulled the vinyl record from the turntable, careful not to leave fingerprints on the edges. the sleeves are laid out on your carpet in neat rows, while you flipped through them slowly, fingers trailing over the worn cardboard corners like you’re picking out wine for a quiet night in. you were calm.

but bucky wasn’t.

he barged into your room, jaw clenched, and looking wired, like he hadn’t slept. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands near the doorway as if he was trying to figure out which version of you he was talking to.

you glance up at him, smiling softly.

“hey. morning, sergeant.”

that’s what breaks him.

“you think you’re funny?”

“depends who’s laughing. what are you talking about?”

“cut the shit.”

“..sorry?” you blink innocently.

bucky storms forward, fast. he stops a few feet away from you, like he’d get burned if he stood too close.

“you’ve been pretending all week.”

“pretending?”

“yes, don’t do..” he gestured at you. “that.”

“do what?” you acted confused.

“i’ve been throwing myself at you all fucking week.” his voice was so low it almost came out as a growl.

you tilted your head, and slowly set the vinyl down beside the others.

“i flirted with you, touched you, and you didn’t even flinch, just smiled like i was cute!” he cuts himself off, breath shaky.

“i thought we were just getting along.”

“bullshit.” bucky scoffs.

“you’re a touchy guy, i figured you were.. affectionate.” you gave a helpless shrug.

he groaned.

“you’re really mad about being friendly?” you raised your eyebrows.

“and last night, you said all that like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me! now you’re in here listening to records like you didn’t just fry my fucking brain?” he sputtered.

you blink slowly.

“did i?”

“yes! for fuck’s sake, you whispered it like you were reading me a fucking bedtime story!”

“must’ve had a few drinks.” you hummed.

“don’t do that. don’t fucking gaslight me.”

“wow, big word. is that what i’m doing?” you offered a faint smile, grabbing the back of your neck with your hand.

“you’re not innocent, i see you.” bucky ran a hand through his hair. “you knew the whole damn time.”

“i.. was being polite?”

“polite? polite?! you told me i’d be begging you for more, and acted like nothing happened the moment yelena came back!”

you were quiet. then finally, you sigh, a soft little surrender.

“..worth a try.” you press your fingers to your temples.

bucky goes still.

“what..?”

“playing dumb. you were enjoying it so much.” you cross the room slow, getting closer towards him. “i thought i’d let you have your fun, let you think you were in charge.” you stop in front of him.

he blinks.

“i wanted to see how far you’d go before you snapped.” you sighed. “guess we hit that point, huh?”

bucky was silent, and his hands were shaking. his whole face was flushed, not from rage, but from the slow realisation that he wasn’t the one in charge.

“you-” he took in a deep breath. “what the fuck are you?”

“not as sweet as you thought.” you smiled.

he looks at you as if he had just seen a ghost, or something far worse than that, something that sees everything, and stays quiet until it’s ready to pounce.

“you’re not mad because i didn’t notice, you’re mad because i did.”

bucky didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to.

you leaned in slightly, and whispered.

“still want to be on top, sergeant?” you winked.

the question hangs between the both of you.

bucky blinks like he didn’t hear you right. then, something shifts behind his eyes. his spine straightens, his jaw clenches, and he steps forward.

“you talk big for someone who’s been playing dumb all week.” he leans down slow, crowding into your personal space. his palm brushes your side, thumb dragging along your waist like he means to take the lead. “careful. keep talking like that, and i might show you what i can actually do.”

you smile, small, barely-there. then your hand slides between the both of you. you hook your fingers into his belt loops, and yank him in tight.

his breath stutters.

“you really want to see what happens when i stop holding back?”

bucky tried to not show it, he really did. but the way his lips parted, the way his pupils were blown wide betrayed him completely.

“you think i didn’t notice how you stared every time i rolled my sleeves up? how you somehow always manage to position yourself behind me every time i bent over slightly?” you spoke, hand curling gently around the back of his neck, letting your lips ghost over his pulse point. you could feel his heartbeat spike, it was adorable. “you thought i was sweet.” you drag your teeth against his neck, and his knees almost buckled right there, and then.

“you’re not as scary as you think you are-” he tries to play it cool.

“aren’t i?” you hum. you back him up against the wall, then slotted your thigh in between his, just enough to feel the ‘problem’ growing.

bucky’s fingers grip your bicep like he’s not sure whether he’s trying to steady you, or himself.

“you wanted control? then take it, sergeant.” you leaned in. “come on, show me. do something brave.”

he doesn’t do anything, because he can’t. he’s blinking fast now, lips parted, chest rising, and falling a little too quick. there was fear in his expression, not real fear, but wide-eyed panic, the kind that hits when you poke the bear, and it bares its teeth instead of running.

you lean back just to let him breathe.

”didn’t expect me to be a fucking freak, did you? thought i’d be easy?”

bucky’s lips part, but there wasn’t any sound.

“poor thing.” you grinned. then you leaned in, and kissed him, slow, and gentle. your lips pressed against his, just once.

but after a minute, he pulls back, clearly frustrated.

“stop that. stop holding back.” he whispers.

you blink.

“i want you, the real you. not whatever sweet little version of yourself you think i can handle.”

“you sure?”

“for fuck’s sake, yes.”

something shifts behind your gaze, it’s subtle, but he feels it.

the next kiss you give bucky was rougher, messier, more teeth than tongue. your hand tightens on his hips, while the other trails down to his thigh, and grips. you walked him backward, slowly, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of your bed, and he dropped without thinking.

“spread your legs, bucky.”

and he does, instinctively.

you climbed onto the bed to settle between them, and kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble below his ear.

“you want the real me? the part of me that doesn’t pretend to be gentle?” you bit into his neck, sucked a dark mark right into his collarbones, and he gasps. “then shut up, and take what you asked for. don’t whine now.”

you push him back, so that he was laid back against the pillows. your hand slips under his shirt, and you drag your nails across his stomach.

the moment your nails bit into the skin of bucky’s stomach, he moans. he tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and failed miserably.

“that all it takes?” you hum, pulling off his shirt. then you kiss down to his chest, and he’s panting now.

he swears he’s feeling a little dizzy.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes, fuck, yes.”

you gripped his thigh, hard, and he mewls.

“still think i’m soft?”

bucky’s breath hitches. he tries to respond, but couldn’t.

you press your hand against his cock through his sweats, only to find out that he’s rock hard.

he whines at the contact when you drag your palm slowly over him.

“i tried to be gentle,” you murmur. “tried to give you time, but you wanted this.”

“i-i didn’t think it’d be like this-” he murmurs breathlessly.

you hummed, dragging your fingers up his ribs.

“too much?”

“no- fuck no. just didn’t think i’d be this into it.”

“that’s because you had no idea what i was.” you shrug. “you do now.”

your mouth was everywhere, on his neck, ribs, hipbones. you were marking him up like it’s your name he should wear on his dog tags.

bucky’s trembling beneath you, the band of his sweatpants shoved down just enough to give you access to everything you need.

you hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he already looks ruined.

“god, your mouth..” he gasps, fingers tightening in the sheets.

“told you. i gave you every chance to run, but you chose to stay. that’s on you.”

“should’ve- fuck, should’ve done this sooner-”

“oh?” you curled your hand around his cock, slow, and tight. fuck, they were huge.

bucky’s entire body arches at that, and you bit gently at his nipple just to feel him twitch again.

“you asked for me to stop pretending, and i’m not planning on disappointing you.”

he gasped.

you glanced down, and hummed.

“oh, look how small you are in my hand.”

bucky lets out a strangled little whine, soft, and involuntary. his thighs tensed where they were spread, trembling just slightly. his head lolls to the side, eyes fixed on the wall like it might save him.

“aw. whats wrong?” you cooed. “thought you were big, thought you could take it.”

he shook his head frantically.

“i can. fuck, i-”

“then look. eyes on me.”

“don’t make me- please.” his voice was shredded.

you tighten your grip slightly, just enough to make him hiss.

“look.”

he doesn’t.

“i said, look.” you leaned in, and whispered.

something in your tone cut through bucky like a wire snapping, and his gaze flicks down.

big mistake.

instantly, his whole body jolts. a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth, and his thighs jerk to close, but your knees press firm against his spread thighs, keeping him open. he stares, and sees the obscene contrast of your hand around him, your palm swallowing the base, your thumb dragging slow over the tip.

it doesn’t make sense. bucky wasn’t small. he’s not.

he knows what he’s working with, he always had. enough past partners, mostly from the 40’s, have moaned about it, there were enough ego-boosts, casual brags, and certainty.

but the moment your hand wrapped around him? suddenly all of that didn’t matter.

“fuck- fuck. please, i’ll cum- don’t..”

you hum.

“already?”

bucky let out another whimper, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. his hands were fisting the sheets under him, his hips kept twitching up like they wanted it.

you stroked him with a steady rhythm, firm, practiced.

he moans, and tries to rut into your fist.

you pinned his hip down with one hand, and continued, thumb dragging over the tip, smearing pre-cum all over it.

“going to cum already?”

“no- fuck, maybe-”

you let go, and he whines, entire body jolting forward.

“too soon, you’re not ready.”

“please, please- i’ve been so good-”

“you’ve been a menace all fucking week, bucky.” you kissed his neck. “throwing yourself at me like a slut. what happened to all that confidence, hm?”

bucky shudders when you say his name.

you kiss your way down to his stomach, then lick a stripe up his cock, and he lets out the most pathetic noise.

“thought i was the sub, hm?” you murmur. “remember that?”

he nods, completely dazed, and drunk on the shame.

you wrapped your mouth around his cock, taking your time. you gave him slow sucks, deliberate swirls of your tongue, holding him down when he tries to thrust.

“fuck- please, i-” bucky’s loud now. he was a complete mess, gasping, and twisting the sheets as he writhes under you.

you pull off, letting a line of spit connect the tip of his cock to your lips.

“not yet.”

bucky almost sobs.

you press a kiss to his inner thigh, letting your teeth graze against the tender skin.

“you’re shaking.”

“you’re insane.” he breathes.

you chuckled, taking off your sweats before crawling back up again, and pinned his wrists above his head.

“can’t tap out now, you asked for this.” you press your cock in between his cheeks, just the weight of it, and he freezes.

‘oh my fuck.’

‘there’s no way that’s fitting inside me.��

that’s all he could think about, because you’re so fucking thick. you haven’t even pushed in yet, you’re just there, teasing him.

you reach down between the both of your bodies, and stroke yourself slowly against him, base to tip, dragging the full weight of it across his cheeks.

bucky gasps every single time, thighs twitching wider like his body was trying to take more without thinking.

“you couldn’t even handle my hand on your cock, what do you think this is going to do to you, sweetheart?” you press closer, cock sliding against him again, and his back arches.

then you shift, and he sees it.

his breath caught.

he wasn’t prepared. he thought he was, he thought he had some idea, but he didn’t.

‘fuck. i’m not walking tomorrow.’

what’s worse was that he didn’t care. not if it meant he got to feel you from the inside.

he knows he’s finished.

“relax, need to open you up properly.”

bucky tried, he really did. but your fingers were big, not painful, not even rough, just wide, and insistent.

you pushed in slowly, letting him adjust, murmuring praise in his ear while his body fought to loosen up. you pressed in one finger, then two, crooking them just right against his sweet spot.

“shit- fuck, i-” his head dropped back before he could even continue his sentence.

“i know, it’s a stretch isn't it?” you kissed his cheek. “have to get you ready, can’t ruin you too fast.”

bucky let out the most broken sound, because he knows he’s not ready. he’s clenching down, fluttering, and drooling around your fingers, but you’re still gentle, still preparing him like he’s fragile, like it wasn’t already too much for him.

“bet you’ve never taken something like this before, hm?” you whispered.your cock pressed against the slick mess your fingers were making. you weren’t even inside him yet, but it was enough to make him cry.

god, bucky wanted it so bad. he wanted to be stretched open, folded in half, filled to the brim, all while you murmured filth in his ear. he was bent open, and trembling. his legs wide, muscles taut, hole stretched from your fingers, but not ready. he never could be, not for this.

you lined yourself up, press the tip of your cock against him, he jerks, whimpering before you’re even inside.

“shh, you’re doing so good.” you murmured sweetly, like you’re not about to break him. “look at you, so soft, so obedient. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

he moans, high, and wrecked. you had him in missionary, so he’s gripping your shoulders like it’ll help.

“you’re so fucking tight, gripping me already, and i’m not even in yet.” you chuckled, pressing in slowly, but not gentle, just enough that bucky feels the push, the stretch, every inch of you as you force your way inside.

“fuck- so.. b-big- nnh..”

you don’t stop talking though.

“mm, fuck. feel that? that’s just the tip, sweetheart. still so much left to go. going to be a good boy, and take it for me?”

he whines, tries to speak, and fails.

“that’s it, breathe for me. let me stretch you out, fuck. you were made for this.” you sink in deeper.

and bucky fucking breaks. he clenches around you, and you choke.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” you sneer. “filthy little thing. bet you’d take anything i give you. you wouldn’t even think twice.”

his hands scramble for something, anything. his mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. just a hole to be filled, you were fucking made for this.” you’re halfway in, and he’s already drooling.

he’s blinking up at you like he’s not sure where he is anymore. all you did was smile at him.

“there we go. come on, sweetheart, take all of me. thought you could handle it, remember?” you continued, reaching deeper inside him, and he wails. “look at that, can’t even answer me, can you? poor thing, too full to think, can’t even understand what i’m saying to you.”

it’s true, bucky can’t comprehend a single word. every word you say blurs into the static. all he can feel is you, pressing in deeper, and deeper. his hole’s fluttering, stretched obscenely around your cock, and his own cock is leaking pathetically against his stomach, untouched.

“aw, dumb already? i haven’t even fucked you yet.” you sigh.

“fuck, i- oh my god-” he moans, helplessly, and your smile turns wicked.

“that’s my good boy. all full, all dumb, just the way i like you.”

his legs try to close around you, but you don’t let him.

you press forward again, finally bottoming out.

bucky screams. his thighs shake violently, and his head drops back. his jaw slack, mouth open like he’s trying to breathe, but can’t. his hands scrambled to hold onto your bicep, trying to ground himself.

“oh sweetheart, you should’ve seen your face.” you haven’t moved yet, and he’s already trembling like he’s going to cum. his hands gripped at your biceps, stomach flipping from the stretch, cock drooling against his own belly without a single touch. he feels you everywhere. inside him, against him, holding him down.

and then, you thrust. once, deep, slow enough to feel, and he breaks.

bucky’s body jerks, his mouth opens wide in a silent sob, and then he cums. without a single touch to his cock, just from the feeling of you filling him, and the sound of your voice as you drag it out of him.

“aw, didn’t even last a single thrust?” you whisper, tone thick with mock-pity. “squirted all over yourself.”

“i-i didn’t mean to- fuck, i just- aah..” he moans, wrecked, and helpless.

“fucking mess already.” you coo. “i was thinking about being nice, taking it slow, but clearly your body doesn’t want that.” you draw your hips back, just enough to make him clench down hard, and you felt every flutter his body gives you. “didn’t even fuck you yet. all i did was sit in your sloppy hole, and you soaked my cock like it was your fucking job.”

bucky whines, his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. before he could even process it, you switched tones.

“you’re doing so good, so perfect for me.”

his eyes snap open, and he stares at you, confused, like he doesn’t know what the fuck just happened.

“all dumb already?” you murmured.

“i- no, i can- just, give me a second-”

“sweetheart, your cock’s still twitching. you sure you’ve got another one in you?”

“yeah.. yeah.. plea.. mmh.. i can.. take it.”

“oh i know you can,” you leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “now we’re going to see if you should.” you bit down, hard enough to leave a mark on his neck.

oh fuck. that wrecks bucky. his entire body shudders, and his breath catches in his throat. his fists curl uselessly into the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s trying to ground himself, but there’s absolutely nothing grounding about the way you speak to him.

“i warned you, didn’t i? told you what i’d do to you.” you thrust again, harder this time.

“aah- mmh!?” he screams, his voice cracking. he was still twitching from the first orgasm, and now you’re fucking him through it.

“look at you, didn’t even need your cock touched. all it took was mine, inside you, just one push.” you laugh. “you liked it didn’t you?”

he nodded, and you softened, just a little.

“there’s my good boy, so sweet when you cum for me.” you whisper, suddenly tender.

bucky swears he got whiplash from the way your tone flipped, filthy one moment, sweet the next. he’s still panting, thighs shaking violently as you bottomed out again.

you press in deeper, hips rolling slow, drawn out.

“not so cocky now, huh?” you pull back almost all the way, and slam back in hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

“ah- fuck!”

“thought i was a bottom, didn’t you? thought i’d get all shy, and beg for your cock-” you pull out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, hitting that spot inside him.

“shit- oh my god-” he gasps, legs shaking.

“but look at you. you’re the one spread out and dripping, moaning like a fucking pornstar the moment i entered you.”

“please- please..” bucky’s voice breaks, high-pitched, and needy.

“didn’t take much now, did it?” you rock in deep again, and he chokes on a sob. “didn’t think i’d be able to fuck you like this. huh? didn’t think i’d use you. you wanted someone soft you could ruin.”

he keens when you bite into his neck once more.

“breathe, sweetheart, just breathe. you’re doing so good.” your hips roll forward again, and he sobs. “god, you’re filthy, fucking yourself on my cock like it’s the only fucking thing that’s keeping you alive.”

“too m-much- ugh, so deep..”

“aw, you’re trying so hard for me, i know it’s too much.” you shush him with a kiss, before you rolled your hips again, and he moans into your mouth. “you’re perfect like this, you know that?”

bucky tries to speak, but all that comes out was a whine.

“no thoughts left in that pretty head, hm?” then you’re rough again, pulling his hips forward to meet your thrusts, letting him feel just how deep you are. “fucking cockdrunk already, and i’m not even halfway done.”

“please- oh my god- fuck!” he moans, and your hand slides down to wrap around his untouched cock.

you glance down, and pause. your gaze catches on the slight bulge on his lower stomach, twitching with each thrust you give him.

“oh.. look at that.”

bucky doesn’t register it at first, he’s too far gone.

so you shift your weight, thrust in deeper, and rested your palm on his lower stomach, and he barely notices.

until he looks.

“what are you-”

until he sees your hand, palm spread wide, fingers splayed over the slight bulge jutting up.

“oh my god-” his stomach twitches, and his head snaps back against the pillow.

“you didn’t notice before?”

“it’s not- fuck, i didn’t-”

“shh, it’s okay. that’s just me, sweetheart, all the way inside.” you press down slowly, and the bulge pulses beneath your hand. “so deep inside you, i can feel you from the outside. poor baby, no wonder you’re crying.”

“no- i don’t- fuck, i don’t like-” he tries to breathe through it, but a full body shudder rolls through him.

“oh, you love it.” you move your hips just slightly, grinding in deeper, and that bulge shifts underneath your palm. “you’re being shy, sweetheart. thought you liked how it feels?”

bucky whimpers in denial, shaking his head, and biting his lip like that’ll stop the sounds coming out of him.

“shh, i know it’s too much. you wanted it though, remember? all week?”

“n-no- don’t say it.”

you sigh, and reach for his hand, then guide it down.

“here. feel that?” you guided his palm over the thick shape stretching him open.

and that’s all it takes. bucky fucking chokes on it.

“ah- fuck- fuck! i-” his body spasms, and his legs kick weakly. his cock pulses untouched between the both of you, cum spilling over his stomach. he whines, high, and shattered, eyes rolling back as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

“did you just cum from that?” you drag your hips back slow, and grinded back in deep.

“too much- it’s- fuck! ..too much.”

“aw, but i’m still hard.” you said sweetly, kissing his cheek. “going to keep pressing right here, until i cum too.” your fingers stroke gently over the slight bulge in his stomach. “you can take it right? you already made a mess, might as well be useful.”

bucky whimpers, his fingers clutching helplessly at the sheets, and then you start to move. his back arches at the first thrust, helplessly.

“n-no, i- ah- wait, wait!”

you slow, just barely, hips grinding in deep as your hand trails over his flushed chest. you lean over him, nose brushing against his cheek.

“can you take it or not, sweetheart?”

“y-yeah, yes. i can.”

“oh you’re going to wish you shut your mouth.” you pressed his knees up to his chest, practically putting him in a mating press.

“no wait-”

you cup the underside of his thigh, holding him open, and slide in deeper than before.

bucky chokes on a sob, and his back arches clean off the bed.

“now shut the fuck up, and take it.” you thrusted, and he wails. his heel dug into your side as he tries to pull away. “nowhere to go, sweetheart. you wanted this, don’t go quiet on me now.” another thrust.

his head lolls to the side, dazed, and jaw slack, drool glistening at the corner of his lips.

you hum softly, pressing your hand around his throat, and tightening. you tilt his face towards yours, pressing your thumb just beneath his jaw.

“sweetheart, look at me.” you slowed, just for him to look at you.

and bucky, the poor thing, he tries. his teary eyes flutter open, and he meets your gaze.

you kissed his cheek softly, before your hips snapped forward, deep, and your voice dipped.

“that’s it. there’s my pretty boy. want to see the exact moment you realise no one else is ever going to fuck you like this.” you growled.

he whines again, half-apology, half-desperation.

your rhythm shifts, just a little faster, and harder, fucking into him with purpose now. you wrapped your hand tighter around his throat now, just enough to make him gasp, just enough to feel the way he flutters around you.

“there we go, knew you’d squeeze me just right if i did this.” your grip tightens just a little more, and he clamps down on your cock so perfectly you groaned. “fuck- yeah, mm. that’s it. going to wring it out of me, sweetheart?”

bucky whines beneath you, lips parted in a broken sound you don’t think he meant to make.

you lean in, voice syrupy-sweet, and smug.

“keep doing that- fuck, and i’m going to cum in your messy little hole. that what you want?”

he nods, frantic, and helpless. he tries to warn you, but he cums before he even could.

you rail him, just a little harder, dragging it out as your grip stays firm on his throat. and when you finally cum, it’s with a low growl into his ear. you stayed inside him, breathing hard against his cheek, but still so composed, compared to the wreck underneath you.

bucky’s trembling, thigh shaking where it’s pressed up against his chest. his eyes are fluttering, unfocused, barely able to look at you.

your hand eases off his throat a little.

“you okay, sweetheart?” you whispered, your cock still twitching inside him.

he whines, wordless.

“you did so well, took all of me, fucked yourself dumb, didn’t you?” you shifted, just enough for him to feel it. “shh, i know, i know. sensitive now, huh?” you rock in a little, and he gasps like you had electrocuted him. you’re still pressed so deep he can feel you.

you finally pull out, and he whimper. you hum low, dragging your palm down the inside of his thigh, where your cum was dripping out of him in lazy, thick streaks.

“so? what are you going to do to thank me? still need to finish properly.”

“didn’t you..?”

“came? sure, but i’m still hard, sweetheart.”

bucky blinks up at you, but his brain is still working, somehow. he pushes himself up a little, and reaches over to the nightstand, he opened your drawer, and pulled out a fleshlight.

“how did you..?” you gasped when he just casually pulled out your fleshlight from your drawer. how did he even know it was there?

he didn’t respond, just pushed the toy down over your cock, twisting a little, and you hissed.

“just like that- fuck, ahh.. good boy.”

he whines, then moves his hand faster.

“want to make me cum- mmh, so quick, d-don’t you?”

he nods.

and you do. within a few minutes, you’re spilling into the toy with a thick groan, shuddering through it. you’re still buried in the haze of your orgasm, when he shifts again. you don’t stop him at first. the second the slick, still-warm toy wrapped around your oversensitive cock, your whole body flinches.

bucky smirks, and he rocks the toy so fucking slowly while watching you closely.

“sweetheart.”

“mm?”

you groaned, trying to ground yourself.

“i-i.. fuck..”

he pulls the toy off right before you tip.

“oops.”

“bucky.”

“yeah?”

“keep edging me, and i’ll make you cum untouched for a week straight.”

bucky shudders visibly, but the bastard does it again anyway.

“let me make this simple for you.” you wrap your hand over his, and force the it back over your cock.

“wha- what- what are we-” his eyes go wide when he sees the way your hips stutter. there wasn’t any more teasing, just slick, obscene sounds while you did what he couldn’t.

you guide his hand rhythmically, and you keep going, faster now. when you came, you grinded your hips up into it, and moaned, low, and fed the fuck up. you breathe hard through your nose, and then you sigh, like this whole thing was an inconvenience.

“see? didn’t need your help.”

bucky just stared dumbly at your cock.

“next time,” you murmur against his cheek. “you keep edging me like that, and i’ll fuck your throat raw instead.”

[theguarddogofallyourfeverdreams]

tadashi headcanons

tadashi is here

generally

goody two shoes

never touches alcohol; will get asian flush after the first two shots

has never grown out his hair past the middle of his ears

boxer briefs kinda guy

owns a collection of scarves and gloves because he likes being warm and cozy

plays guitar or some instrument (he has to hes asian asians know)

not only surfs (a surfboard can be seen in his part of the room in some scenes) but also plays tennis and runs

has been approached for modeling gigs because he's well built and tall but he's turned them down, simply not interested in them

not very active on social media but whenever he remembers he has an account he just posts whatever he found interesting for the day like it could be mochi, a bowl of ramen, or littered packaging on the side of the street and then he would disappear off the face of the platform

sent to karate lessons as a kid so knows a bit of self defense which came clutch in situations spawned by hiro's teenage recklessness

he's the type to hide his injuries from his loved ones but get worried over the smallest cuts for them

sleeps like a fucking rock he needs several alarms and even aunt cass telling hiro to cause a ruckus to wake him tf up

learned how to cook from aunt cass because sometimes she is busy and away and hiro gets hungry

learned japanese conversationally from while his parents were still around, routinely tries to upkeep and improve his language ability through japanese books, movies and media

tries to teach hiro and get him to do the same but with hiro's young age and boredom from school he really doesn't think about anything other than his own interests robotics projects and botfighting

listens to pop and calm instrumental music like bossa nova

lowkey a swiftie

heavily dependent on caffeine; like near finals and midterms he can't function without coffee

until at some point he tried out matcha and was completely blown at how the matcha latte didn't give him jitters and caffeine spikes

so a matcha guy but will drink coffee if it's the only thing around

he's not lactose intolerant but hiro is and he makes fun of him for it

has really bad allergies though

keeps an extra futon in the storage of his lab because there have been way too many nights where he just passed out on the floor of his lab too exhausted to go home

i could see him in a VW beetle

or just any car that would run

appreciates any weather for what little delights they hold but interestingly i'd say he's a cloudy, chilly, crisp cold air that makes your breath look like steam, on-the-verge-of-raining day guy because he gets to bust out his cardigan and blazers and make himself a warm little drink

smells like fresh laundry, coffee and delightful little pastries -- like stepping into a warm bakery on a chilly day-- because the brothers have to help Cass open

on days he's busy with baymax and other robotics projects he comes out of his lab smelling more like metal, lubricant, oil, soldering-- all that stuff that comes with mechanical tinkering and is conscious of it; if he has a class after he will go home and shower and make himself a matcha latte and he smells like a bakery all over again

crazy well-regarded not just in his own department but in school overall

like not only was he able to make a portable huggable robot capable of 10,000 medical procedures with a built in defibrillator which is actually insane legend crazy work on its own

but he's insanely nice and kind to anyone he passes by on campus and offers help whenever he can

^ many girls and even some guys are head over heels for him they can't fathom that he's a real person and not some prince that came out of a fairytale

he's lowkey a loser when it comes to his brother (and other aspects covered later) though

since hiro and aunt cass are all he has left of his family he's insanely protective of them, especially hiro who is in his teenage rebellious years

like in an argument with hiro when hiro says something mean to him in the heat of the moment like "Why are you like this?! It's none of your business!!" or whatever he gets sad and even beats himself over it lowkey like "Am I a bad brother after all...?"

there have been multiple instances in which he didn't hang with the gang because he wouldn't trust hiro to run off and get into a botfight in some shady ass crevice of the city SCENE: hiro is grounded by tadashi yet again and tadashi insists to escort hiro to and from school Hiro: Why do I have to be dropped off by you? And you're picking me up too?! And why do I have to wear this stupid T-Shirt?!!! [t-shirt says "i got in trouble for not listening to my brother and nearly getting us arrested]

like look me in my tumblr icon and tell me that's never happened bruh

lowkey needs glasses but has contacts, will wear them if in a rush

hes a cool robotic genius prince in shining armor whos also lowkey really lame and dorky 😭😭😭 

romantically

since he's a goody-two-shoes so he's low-key romantically inexperienced and easily flustered

^ he's probably a virgin ngl

like he gets bitches "oh tadashi? from the robotics department? yeah he's really nice; he helped me carry some stuff this one time. and suuuper cute. would." / "yeah I would date tadashi if I weren't, you know, a heterosexual guy" ...but he doesn't act on any of the action he gets

part of the reason being that hiro hamada exists and that alone is a responsibility in itself

like he had to sew GPS tracking systems into hiro's clothes if he went on a date his date would get interrupted by hiro's jacket pinging from some sketchy ass dead end alleyway like 4 miles away

and even if he brought someone home he wouldn't be able to do anything peacefully since he shares a room with hiro, the only thing separating the brothers being a thin, timeworn shoji partitioning

would blush if brought into a victoria's secret-- he wouldn't know where to put his eyes so he would be flustered and his eyes darting all over the place

^ if one were to ask if he was okay from all the victoria's secrets being revealed in front of him he would stutter like a stereotypical flustered teenage boy

love isnt limited by gender kinda guy

he's just a chill guy who has so much love to spread all around you know

bigger spoon, loves cuddling

love languages acts of service and quality time

vvvvvvv sweet and considerate

sooo gentlemanly

is a clingy sticky affectionate sappy drunk to his s/o

free pastries and coffee for breakfast from the lucky cat cafe

would cook for his s/o maybe even breakfast in bed

would help wash and blow dry s/o hair

very polite (very demure very mindful LOL) often asks before a lot of things "can I hold your hand?" "can I help you with that?" "can I hug you?"

gives his s/o rides home on days they have to go home at night because lets face it even san fransokyo in 20thirtysomething has sketchy dangerous bums

he is very athletic and has crazy endurance from playing sports all throughout school and having to run, chase after, and rescue hiro out of botfighting "misunderstandings"...

^ crazy endurance... iykwim...

soft top, would be open to reasonable experimentation

rarely gets jealous but if he does, bottles it up

until he cant anymore and he does some slightly possessive stuff like putting his jacket over his s/o and he will feel a little romantical when he is alone with them iykwim

is sooo cute just trust

some darker stuff maybe(?) tw/ trauma, death, unresolved issues or whatever idk

as hard as he is on hiro and his loved ones he's hardest on himself

he was old enough to remember and feel his parents death so it was harder on him than it was for hiro

part of the reason why he wants so desperately to help everyone is because he wishes he could have done something to save his parents

it's not explicitly stated but i get the feeling their parents died instantly from a terrible accident that unfortunately first responders weren't able to save (which was probably the inspiration for Baymax, who is portable and capable of 10,000 medical procedures which is crazy work btw)

he lowkey has survivors guilt from it

any nightmares he has of his parents and the accident and he wakes up panicking and teary-eyed he goes to the bathroom to compose himself to not let it affect hiro

lowkey he might have a small issue of basing some of his self-worth off how helpful he is

nevertheless he's a well-adjusted and healthy young man who has gone to therapy and overcome his trauma but experiences from his past influence and manifest in his work of trying to help others through robotics

which manifested in many sleepless days and nights and innumerable pots of coffee during baymax's development stages

hates health insurance companies (don't ask how he feels about luigi's mansion)

hes so so gorg i love love love like since forever

[unsolicited-opinions]

The Revolution Will Not Be Aestheticized

Being Gen X is weird. Mine will be the last generation to remember a world without the internet and was also the first to wholly embrace it.

Gen X knows what life was like before social media...but has still mastered the art of passive-aggressively liking posts as a form of communication.

We're a small generation, but I'd argue we have a unique perspective and I want to point out something which I think is more obvious, more visible to Gen X, than it is to Millennials and Gen Z.:

Enjoying pop culture used to be something you did. Now, it helps define who you are.

I was obsessed, as a kid, with Marvel comics, Dr. Who, and Babylon 5. Friends had weekly get-togethers to watch the X-Files or The Simpsons. Liking pop culture wasn't unusual. You could like it passionately, obsessively even.

But it wasn’t your identity.

If you outgrew an interest, it didn’t seem like a personal transformation to you or to your friends. It was just...what you're really interested in right now. The stakes were low.

Today, it seems like your fandom is often your flag. It’s in your bio next to your gender identity, orientation and neurotype. (A couple of those are in mine, too).

I'm trying to say that there is a very real difference between being really into the music of Taylor Swift and being a Swiftie.

There's still plenty of discussionabout what we love, but now it helps defines who we are.

I might be a Little Monster and in the BTS Army, right? And a Whovian Cumberbitch. These are signifiers not of interest, but of identity.

That shift from consumption to identity may seem subtle, but it has profound consequences.

It turns preferences into moral positions.

If your fandom defines who you are, any critique of it feels like a critique of you. And if your fandom’s antagonist gets a redemption arc which displeases you? That’s not character growth, that’s betrayal. (You've seen people behave this way in fandoms. It's a parasocial relationship with fictional characters.)

Now take that operating system - tribal, emotional, morally binary - and plug it into political activism. What do you get?

You get the US "Pro-Palestinian" movement circa 2024-25.

To be clear: Gaza is a humanitarian catastrophe. Palestinians deserve dignity, safety, and justice.

Critiquing how Americans engage with this issue is not a dismissal of its urgency. It’s just asking whether our engagement is real...or if it is performative roleplay and treated like a fandom.

(Below: This fanart would be just as absurd if Snape was holding an Israeli flag.)

Because much of what’s happening on social media and college campuses doesn’t look like activism. It looks like fandom.

And not in a metaphorical sense. I mean literally.

Moral binarism:

Palestinians are coded as pure underdog heroes. Israelis are assigned the role of irredeemable villains. There's no space for Israeli trauma, Palestinian complexity, or the millions caught in-between. Just like fandom, nuance gets in the way of the story.

Costumes and catchphrases:

Keffiyehs are worn like people used to wear Hogwarts House scarves.

Slogans like "from the river to the sea" function not as political demands as much as they are ritual, social affirmations.

You chant them because they’re what you say to stay in good standing.

Canon enforcement:

Say the wrong thing (acknowledge Hamas's atrocities, quote an Israeli peace activist...) and you’re cast as a villain. Activist spaces now police ideological purity the same way fandoms used to (still do?) flame you for liking the wrong ship.

Emotional scripting:

TikToks from Gaza with moody filters and sad piano music mimic fan edits and commenters post, "I’m crying, I’m shaking," because that’s the expected affect. It's parasocial politics. And it's all about showing their feelings.

Lore and side quests:

Protestors debate which historical analogies are "correct" based on what's most satisfying. The create infographics that function like lore wikis, and design protest aesthetics with merch-tier detail. Some organizers even "brand" their encampments like pop-up installations.

Want a kiffiyeh with which to display your ideological alignment? Guy Christensen sells them through a link in his bio.

This is fandom logic in political form: it's identity-driven, emotionally performative, virality-optimized, branded and monetized.

The problem is that Fandom has no endgame. Fandom is forever. There’s no "solving" Game of Thrones - you just keep angrily resenting that awful final season.

Politics needs resolution. If you apply the fandom model to real-world conflict, peace becomes anticlimactic. Moral ambiguity feels like betrayal. Ceasefires don’t trend on social media.

Look at how the "pro-Palestinian" movement won't condemn Hamas regardless of the people of Gaza marching en masse to demand Hamas leave Gaza.

When the identity matters more than the cause, the cause becomes a backdrop.

Such "activists" center their feelings of righteousness rather than centering the lives at stake.

Performative grief displaces material action.

Sharing content becomes the work.

Listening becomes optional.

Look at how Irish protestors embraced the term “Paddystinian" - blending diasporic solidarity with performative identity. Or consider how Peter Tatchell was arrested at a pro-Palestinian march for opposing both Israel and Hamas - and was immediately denounced online not for being wrong, but for deviating from the script.

This isn’t activism. It’s cosplay with real-world stakes.

Real political work is boring, frustrating, and morally dissonant. It demands strategic thinking, coalition-building, and compromise. It doesn’t fit neatly into a feed, and it rarely makes you feel emotionally whole, but it’s the only thing that changes anything.

If you’ve grown up in fandom, you’re not broken or unserious. You’re just swimming in the water you were raised in.

What they need to ask themselves, though, is: Are we trying to help, or are we trying to feel right?

Because the people on the ground don’t need you to wear your Guy Christensen kiffiyeh and recite the ideologically approved positions you don't understand. They don't need your fan art. They don't need you to harass Jews online.

They need peace, they need dialogue, and they need all of us to stop treating war like content.

[gracie-eilish]

11 and 💛, maybe a little angst and then fluffy comfort? 🥺

“let me love on you”

prompt list

"billie i know how hard you're working, but please baby. its three in the morning and you need sleep." you pleaded.

billie had been cooped up in her home studio all day. recording, writing, re-recording, re-writing. however it was late and while you loved hearing her sing, hearing her sing while you tried to sleep, knowing she should be sleeping even more than you, was agitating.

"just give me ten more minutes." she didn't even look up from the monitor, just waving a hand in your direction. you huffed wanting to just go over and unplug the damn thing, but deleting all her progress didn't sound like the solution to this argument.

"no billie, you're coming with me now. it's late and you're gonna fry your vocal cords. please just come get some sleep. you can come back tomorrow-" billie cut you off, spinning around to face you.

"do you understand how important this next record has to be for me? y/n, I didn't win a single grammy for what I thought was my best body of work so far in my life. and you even said yourself, that when taylor swift- taylor freaking swift - didn't win anything for red, she went home and wrote 1989 which then became the most decorated pop album of all time. so please just let me make my better record."

you mentally cursed yourself for your taylor themed encouragement you gave her last month. you thought it would be a nice motivator to keep working hard, now it was just biting you in the ass... and sleep schedule. you took a deep breath walking across the room to her, squatting in front of her chair.

"yes, i did tell you that. and I think i also told you about her song all you had to do was stay. did i tell you about that one?" you thought quickly, hoping to get your stubborn girlfriend away from her studio.

"yes you did, that was so cool! she literally dreamt the lyrics to the chorus. like fully dreamt it and then woke up to write it."

you gave her a knowing look, softly rubbing the tops of her thighs while she caught your drift.

"what does that have to do- OH. oh. you're good baby." she realized.

"yes i know i am, thank you very much. now why don't you clean up down here so we can go to sleep so you can dream your next song lyrics, yeah?" you teased standing up and holding out your hands for her to take. she looked up at you like a toddler deciding if they wanted to keep playing with their toys or play with their bath toys compromising for bath time.

"c'mon baby, you're exhausted and need some rest. let me love on you."

"fineeeee. you win miss swiftie." she grumbled turning away to save her progress and shut off her equipment.

"i always do!"

"yeah, yeah. whatever." she scoffed before turning to grab your waist for a second. "i'm sorry for being so stubborn. you were just trying to take care of me and i appreciate that. you know how stressed i am about this album already and i need reminders every now and then to stop and rest so thank you for doing that for me," billie said with puppy eyes, but genuinely was sorry.

"oh my love," you pulled her in fully for a hug, cradling the back of her head. "i will always take care of you, even when you're being stubborn. i love you too much to not make you rest every now and then. but i swear to god if you start voice memo-ing songs in the middle of the night like taylor does, your's sleeping on the couch." you teased making billie giggle.

you pulled back to look at her face properly, cupping her cheeks. "i love you sweet girl. so much." you leaned in closing the space between you two with a cavity-inducing kiss.

"i love you more mama," she whispered into the kiss, only breaking apart when you both started smiling too much.

[tswift]

I'm honestly so tired of reading takes on how "Midnights" is undeserving of awards and not a good album. It's actually a very impressive concept album that is moody, playful and nostalgic. If you look back at the 20 (now 22) tracks on it, it very much reflects Taylor's thesis statement. It ponders adolescence, insecurities and fears, lost loves, adventure and revenge.

These are things that keep most of us up at night, whether it's hyping yourself up (Bejeweled), tearing yourself down (Anti-Hero), reflecting on how far you've come and what you've learned in the process (You're on Your Own, Kid), grappling with grief and trauma (Bigger Than the Whole Sky, Would've Could've Should've), reveling in your enemy's demise (Karma, Vigilante Shit), thinking about lost love (Maroon, Hits Different, Midnight Rain) or simply trying to delude and reassure yourself of something (Lavender Haze, Labyrinth).

The fact of the matter is, Karma, a song that many have mocked over its "cringe and immature" lyrics, is an impressively written and constructed pop song. Being a good lyricist doesn't always mean "ohhhhh this is poetry, this is angsty." What's impressive is someone who can do both.

"Midnights" truly does it all. There's depth, there's poetry, there's tongue-and-cheek whimsy. But it's a pop album. A pop album can't possibly have the same amount of depth, right?

What makes "Midnights" so different from her past pop efforts is that you can really see the growth in it. You can hear what she learned from making folklore and evermore not only in the production, but also in the lyrics. The lyrics are sharper, rawer and more honest. That is not to say Taylor did not achieve this in her past pop albums, she's simply honed her craft. And that's what you should want an artist to do.

It does not have to be your favorite album. Maybe you just don't vibe with it. But that doesn't mean it isn't impressive. You don't have to belittle something simply because you don't like it as much.

I don't think "Midnights" will win AOTY. But I do think it deserves to be in the category, especially in a year that is not particularly competitive. I can't wait for Swifties to start appreciating it. I give it a year or two, then y'all will change your tune.

[kindestofkings]

what came first, the chicken or the dickhead [2/3]

[smau]

f1driver!reader x lando norris (eventually, friends to lovers ofc)]

authors note: THANK YOU SOOO much for the love on part one guys I'm so overwhelemed 🥺 hope you guys enjoy this next part <33

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Why? Oh, 'cause she's about kick off her first season with ferrari xx

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ynfan1 charles_leclerc what's your favourite Tswift album?

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scuderiaferrari red era vibes with our dynamic duo locking it down here in bahrain! our two drivers are ready for sunday 👊

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yourusername you know it! I'm a swiftie first, a media nightmare second and THEN a f1 driver

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ynfan2 how sad is your little life??

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congrats maxverstappen1 on opening the season with such a surprising (not) win! was a fun fight 😂

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-@carlossainz55 would never have done this to me 😞

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f1wagsupdates in the week coming to the monaco grand prix, it appears the two ferrari drivers are spending time together with leclerc's family! seems like a bit more than just teammate bonding 👀

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landonorris my best girl 🥰 -> me?? so kind! landonorris 😑😑

I just tagged a few peps that I thought were waiting out for part 2! let me know if you're not comfortable being tagged :))

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2/3 , part three is coming later tonight its gonna be fluffy i promise 💓

[auras-moonstone]

Hello!!! Hru?! I hope your doing great!

I don't know if the requests are open but i know you're a swiftie and 1989 tv just came out and "Slut!" really reminds me of Jack, so could you do a story inspired by it? Just reader being famous (actress/singer, whatever you think fits) and she is being all love-sick by meeting and dating jack? And she even buy that "i love my boyfriend/girlfriend" t-shirts?

I hope you get my request and i love your writing!! You are the best <3 (And what's you favorite vault track?)

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ slut! — jack champion

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.9K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n has to deal with the reputation that has been set on her by the media as she falls in love with jack, her co-star and best friend.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: mentions of slut-shaming. friends to lovers. instagram posts. fluff.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s note: hiii! <3 thanks for sending this request! when i heard the lyrics “in a world of boys he’s a gentleman” my brain just screamed JACK so i agree with you! and my fav vault tracks are slut and say don’t go <3

ever since y/n started working as an actress, the media has been merciless with her. maybe it was because despite having been in the industry for just a few short months, she was already working with remarkable directors and successful and iconic franchises. media had always had the tendency to bash successful women, and y/n was fully living that experience.

the point was, she didn’t want to give the media more things to trash her for, so she stayed unproblematic and silent. and yet, regardless of all that, they had managed put a reputation on her that was far from the truth.

y/n was kind and had a unique vibe. every co-star spoke highly about her and the media always managed to twist this by painting the picture that she was a “serial co-star dater.” it happened to her with every single movie or show she worked in, and people bought it blindly. the name-calling became part of her every-day life, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t affect her.

she swore she would never make the media be right, and so she set a strict rule—never ever date a co-star or be extra affectionate with them. it was a sad way of living, setting boundaries that were useless because reporters and haters always found a way, but she just wanted to do what she loved. she wanted to be remembered for her good acting and not for who she dated.

but then jack champion walked into the set, with his cringy yet amusing dad jokes and contagious smiles, to turn her world upside down. everything was so natural with him y/n didn’t even notice the way she started ignoring the rules until the scream filming was nearing its end and the thought of not seeing jack as often anymore made y/n’s chest hurt as if her heart was being ripped out.

and then the questions ran through her mind—what should she do? should she act normal, as if realisation hadn’t drawn on her? should she confront jack and ask if there was something more than friendship between them? or should she start putting distance before the feelings got deeper?

what she didn’t count on was that she didn’t need to say anything, jack was not only observant, he also knew her like the words to his favorite songs. he noticed how her head was up in space, how she seemed to be always deep in thoughts, distracted. something was consuming her mind, and it was driving jack insane.

“you’re acting weird. what’s going on?” jack finally asked her, pulling her aside on set. right behind the trailers where no one could bother them.

y/n tensed up. “what? nothing.”

“please, don’t play dumb. if there is someone you can’t fool is me.” jack said firmly. he missed his y/n, the girl who brought him comfort like a cozy warm blanket. “i miss you.”

“i’m here.” she said breathlessly.

“but are you?” he accused her. “something is going on, and it has to do with me.”

“what makes you say that?” y/n asked nervously.

“because you’re especially tense when i’m around.” he said sadly, and it broke y/n’s heart. her mind has been a mess, and she was unconsciously hurting jack. “did i do something wrong? please tell me, we can talk about it.”

y/n shook her head and before she knew it she was breaking down. jack didn’t hesitaste to pull her in. “i’m the problem. i’m sorry.”

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m here. don’t worry about it now, just take a deep breath. we don’t have to talk about it now, i’m here whenever you’re ready.” he spoke softly, rubbing her back slowly, to try and bring some calm.

they both sat on the ground, backs resting against the trailer. jack held y/n’s soft hands tightly, hoping it would give her the comfort she needed. he had never seen her in such state, and he was concerned.

“it’s nothing bad… i guess. it depends.” she said, reading the expression on the boy’s face, which grew more confused by her words. “i realized some things a few days ago, and they have been occupying my mind. i don’t know what to do with this. no matter what i do, it’s going to change things so i might as well be completely honest.”

jack nodded, pressing his lips on the crown of her head. “not going anywhere, y/n/n. no matter what you say, i can promise that.”

“you know the reputation that precedes me, right? i’ve told you about it.” jack frowned but nodded. “because of that, i’ve set this rule, that i wouldn’t let myself be affectionate with my co-stars. and i have sticked to that rule, until you.”

a knot formed on jack’s stomach. “so it’s about that? you want to put some distance?” god, he hated this. he hated to think about not being able to hold her, but he would give it up if it meant he got to keep her around.

“that’s the thing, jack. the reason why i have been acting so unlike me is because i’ve been trying to convince myself that putting distance would be the wise decision. but… if these days have proven anything is that it would be ultimate hell.”

“why didn’t you talk to me?”

“well, to be honest i was thinking what i should do. you just beat me to it because you know me better than anyone else.” she smiled and jack mirrored it. “that’s�� that’s not everything i realized though.”

“okay, go on.”

“when the countdown to our last day on set started, i got this horrible feeling on my chest. the first thing that ran through my mind was that we wouldn’t see each other that often anymore and i felt this hole in my chest… it’s more than just missing a friend, jack. i would feel empty because i like you and you’ve become my person.”

jack’s jaw fell open and he was close to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. the times he has dreamt about this scenario… it felt too good to be real.

“but…” she continued. and reality hit the shore, putting an end to his short-lived hope. “i’m scared of what people might say. it’s still hard for me to not let what others think get into my head, and to even think about the hate that might come your way if we dated, makes me sick.” she shook her head and then her eyes widened. “my god, what am i even saying? i just assumed that you liked me back, i didn’t let you talk. god, this is embarrassing i’m so sorry.”

jack cupped her cheeks. “y/n, y/n, stop. breathe.” the girl nodded and closed her eyes until she was breathing normally again. “okay, now listen to me. if you’re not ready for a relationship, that’s fine. but if it’s because you’re scared of the hate comments towards me, let it go. i don’t care about them, i just care about you. okay?”

“yes…”

“good. i want to be your boyfriend, and if you’re not ready because of what the media might think then i have an idea.” y/n’s curious eyes look up to meet his. “i really like you, too, y/n/n. we can date in secret, to see how things go, and whenever you’re ready, we can tell everyone.”

“jack, that’s a lot to ask to you…”

“you aren’t asking me anything. i want to do this. i want to call you mine so bad—in secret, in public, however you want.”

y/n smiled through the tears. “are you sure?”

“one hundred percent, y/n. never been so sure about something.” he reassured her.

y/n couldn’t even recognize herself. two months ago she had been completely against the idea of being in a relationship and now she was utterly and unquestionably love-strucked.

she used to think she was doomed to being lovelorn because of the restrictions she had put in her relationships with other people. and now, there she was in bed, feeling lovesick just because she hadn’t seen her boyfriend in two days.

though those days helped her make the decision. the relationship between them was beautiful, it was a safe place, it was her main source of happiness. jack was everything to her and she was tired of loving him in the dark. he deserved to be loved out loud, in plain sight. she knew she was going to be the one to pay the price, but it was fine.

“you know there’s no rush, right?” jack assured her for the hundredth time. when y/n told him she wanted to make their relationship public, he remained calm (even though he was jumping on the inside) and sat her down to think it through.

y/n smiled widely. how could she not fall for him when in a world of boys he was a gentleman? “i love you, and if they call me a slut… you know, it might be worthy for once.”

“i love you, too.” he pulled her in for a kiss. “okay. let’s do this.”

“okay. i’m just warning you, i truly believe in the slang go big or go home.”

jack eyed her suspiciously. “spill.”

the girl smirked mischievously and went to grab a bag. “i made us special shirts.”

“lord save me.” jack sighed when he took the shirts out of the bag.

“you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” y/n said

“you know i’m going to, anyways. like i’d ever be able to say no to your pretty face.”

enchantedliv um, just bumped into y/n y/l/n and jack champion 🥺 they were wearing matching shirts that pretty much confirmed their relationship ????

landrysghost what did the shirts say??

enchantesliv “i ❤️ my girlfriend.” and “i ❤️ my boyfriend.” THEY ARE SO CUTE AND WERE SO SWEET😫

user1 are we really surprised? that girl dates everyone she works with.

user2 he’s too good for her.

user3 she’s going to dump her once she meets her next co-star for sure lmaooo

user3 y’all are so jealous lmao. acting bitter just because you want him, that’s her only crime. there has never been any proof that she dated previous co-stars.

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y/n.y/l/n hi everyone! this is more than me saying i’m taken by the most gorgeous and kindest man on the planet. this is also me getting something off my chest. been wanting to for a while, so here we go!

since the beginning of my career i’d told myself to stay unproblematic which i mistook for never fight back or defend myself.

the media always said i dated too many co-stars—even though that’s completely false. i’ve never dated anyone i worked with (until now)—, so i set this stupid rule for myself: try not to be too friendly with my workmates. i was so scared of proving the media’s rumours right that i built this shell around me, never allowing myself to fully connect with people. and then, a couple of months ago i met jack. he made me forget about those limitations i so foolishly put.

i’m done giving anyone the power to hurt me. i’m done letting people think it’s okay to shame a woman for who they date or not.

i’ve been in a dark place for a long time, and i never noticed until my person walked into my life and showed me daylight. i’m doing better than i ever was now. i’m never staying silent again, i’m going to defend myself, my relationship and my boyfriend. always.

that was all for now, thanks for reading.

ps. i love you, jack. all i need is you <3 thanks for being the best boyfriend, best friend and person in the world.

jackchampion so so so proud of you. this brought tears to my eyes not gonna lie. you’re the sweetest ever i love you 💌 thanks for the shirt, by the way, matches my personality!

y/n.y/l/n you’re so silly😭 i love you more and intend to be cheesy forever 🫶🏻💖

jackchampion certainly no complaints from me!

[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Nowadays (in 2024).

Ponyboy (born 2010)

on playstation 24/7

“FIVE MORE MINUTES, DARREL.”

his username is smth stupid like ‘smokersleftlung’ or ‘mylittlep0ny’

“wya?” when ur at his door

vapes.

SORRY.

noah kahan lover

jeans, steel toe boots, camo shirt, neon orange jacket.

would try to get his friends to read

but gets called a dork :)

“Something in the Orange” on full blast while thinking of Cherry

posts horrendous .5s of himself on snap

typa guy to hold a fish on his instagram

favourite show is probably yellowstone

Johnny (born 2008)

loves open boxing the gang !

sad he has an xbox and not ps like the boys

HATES fortnite.

unironically says skibidi gyat

“hey dal, look at that furry over there.”

its just some kid.

foster care.

dallas would add him on snap and getting annoyed when he said “wyll”

has a stupid bow by his name

“johnny🎀”

like bro you are not coquette.

cries to wlw poetry.

snap user: “ooh_achurch” insta: “cadecade55”

used :3 once and never did it again.

watched friends and says “hes so me” whenever he sees ross.

Dallas (born 2007)

“wyll”

typa guy to yell GYATTT in public

barks at emos and furries

vapes in the school bathroom

racist.

would call you a slur for looking at him for more than a second.

mullet + perm combo

jumped a 7 year old and got on the news

male manipulator core

owns a husky named after himself

knife enthusiast.

screams at his dad for ten more minutes on the playstation

“do u send?”

no i do not thank you very much.

suicide boys. lil peep.

thinks he’s dean from supernatural

same username everywhere: “imnottexan”

fav show: big mouth

Adelaide (born 2010)

regina george but on a mental level

gatekeeper.

arsonist !

had a friend group with “bug” “kai” “arson” and “alex” in 2021 and nearly khs.

almost thought she was bi.

fought a girl in the locker room at school

takis, cookie monster pajama pants, latina makeup

SABRINA AND CHAPPELL LOVER, used to be a swiftie

sturniolo triplet fan (owns all of space camp)

buys clothes from shein

usernames: “addiethebaddie” “adelaidecurtis”

fav show wld be shameless

BEDROTTING.

grew up on spongebob and bubble guppies

writes poetry in her notes app

Darry (born 2004)

“live laugh love” sign somewhere in the house

“Doesn’t know how to text normally .”

(jkjk)

“PHONE ON THE TABLE WHEN YOU GET HOME.”

has a pinterest board full of pumpkins and dogs

invested in the kardashians

the therapist friend

facetimes the gang when he’s on lunch break

doesnt understand what skibidi is

ONLINE COLLEGE!!!

blasts dad rock when he drops off the twins at school

duct taped two-bit to the top of his car during freshman kill week

did the same to steve

class of ‘22

lowk eats up lana del rey

hates twitter and instagram

username: “darrel_curtis”

believes in angel numbers (me too king)

has a picture of him holding a fish on his instagram to ‘attract the females’

Sodapop (born 2008)

boycott

belittle

boyboss

owned wizz for less than a day

trolled little kids on roblox with steve

saw too many… things on omegle.

scrolls on tiktok for hours.

usernames: “thispxssytasteslikepepsi” “sodap0p08”

binges twilight in hiding

also barks at emos and furries

laughs at any kinda fart joke

showed pony a picture of a horse and said “found u online”

they fought.

threatened to break the tv when he couldn’t play slime rancher for three hours

turns his life360 off when he goes out with sandy or to a car show

Two-Bit (born 2006)

broke four controllers when he played seige

trolls on fortnite

finally fucking finished high school (class of ‘24)

ice cream scoop hair

binges bojack horseman

bo burnham’s biggest fan

made a huge deal when the queen died

refused to wear a mask during quarantine because ‘ITS FOR SISSIES’

preaches the second amendment “MERICAAA”

username: “twobit”

sends random memes in the gc when the others are fighting

hates xbox users

complains about adelaide using shein

“tummy hurty” posts on his insta story

would slap the shit out of you if you said seige was just a game

Steve (born 2007)

trolls on dti

eats goldfish like his life depends on it

username: “handletherandle”

also preaches the second amendment

and the first

and the fifth

PROUD TO BE AN AMERICA—

went on a school trip to dc and hated everything he had to eat

doordashes when he has enough

hypocrite

wld call you a slur for a GOOD reason

avid minecraft player

and overwatch.

mountain dew addict

reposts politics and cars on twitter

hates minion memes

“wyll”

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

wouldn't Taylor herself count as the cult leader of the swifties?

once again, I don't actually agree with the premise that swifties are a cult, but even if I did I wouldn't classify Taylor as its leader any more than Jesus is the head of the Mormon cult. she's a uniting belief system, but actual cult leadership generally requires much more direct, personal contact with charismatic to keep people in line with the group's ideals.

self-organizing groups are certainly a Thing, as another person had pointed out, and swifties can certainly fall into that category; it's very easy to become a high control group without any centralized leadership in online spaces where everyone is able to collectively motor each other's behavior. you see it with everything from reddit #NoFap incels to transphobic radfems to cryptocurrency dinguses to particularly overbearing fandoms, and I think that certainly can and does include some swifties.

that doesn't make them a cult, though.

[chutefullofholes]

What was the wedding like? I bet Curt was Bucky's best man? Was the bachelor party messy? Meatball was ring bearer??? LOL

#young vets au

first of all s/o to @swifty-fox who came up with a good chunk of these. i've been so focused on poor bucky's mental breakdown that quite honestly a part of the "they get married on paper and say they'll have a wedding...eventually" was me putting off figuring out that lore LOL. but here thee go.

they start planning it after bucky is out of the hospital and doing better. gale brings it up first- and bucky is so 🥺. obviously gale never asked for a divorce but, he still feels a little insecure about things/how much he put him through. so knowing gale *does* still want to marry him good and proper makes him a lil emotional. sweet boy.

they try to surprise each other with engagement rings and end up clashing with each others surprises bahaha. me thinks gale gets bucky a celtic eternity knot ring. bucky gets gale something like this.

big crowds/travel is still a bit of a rough spot for bucky, so it's in wyoming. in my mind they have a hugeee backyard. so cutesie homey backyard wedding it is.

curt is 1000% bucky's best man. that's his best friend and curt (this hasn't really been explored a great deal yet but it will be) quite frankly did about as much for him during his big ol breakdown spiral as gale did.

hmm idk who gale's is. choose your own adventure, its whoever you want it to be.

wearing their air force dress uniforms comes up briefly but bucky hates it so it’s tabled. gale asks the guys not to wear theirs either.

all the guys come into town, of course they do. they're *so excited* not just because it's their buddies getting married but bc this is the first time all of them except for curt and kenny have seen bucky in person since his attempt. so seeing him so happy and doing better makes them happy.

demarco does indeed bring meatball.

i think since they essentially share all the same friends they have a joint pre-party a few days before. maybe the first night everyone is in town. a reunion party of sorts.

i need to do a hc list explaining all the curt/kenny lore as it exists in my head but this is maybeee the first time everyone is seeing the two of them since they aren't (badly) trying to keep that they're involved on the downlow. which everyone gets a kick out of just as much as they do bucky and gale.

both of them cry during their vows.

and, my favorite thing @swifty-fox and iame up with last night:

i know its hinted at in a few of the phone povs about bucky wanting to get sober but in my mind that's closer to when they have josie. so when they get married there is alcohol abound (lol). and gale, because hey it's his fucking wedding after all- partakes this time.

he sees bucky playing with croz's kids in the yard and gets so emotional because he just loves him so much, wants that with him and now they *can* have that together even after everything they've been though.

curt sees this and is like awww, i see that look buck! and sweet drunk gale just starts blabbering about how he's gonna put babies in him- he's gonna figure it out, JSTOR hasn't failed him yet.

to demarco, who is running around with his camera, this is the best moment of his life.

asks gale to run that by him one more time with the camera in his face.

"i said, you see my husband over there?" gale says seriously into the camera, holding himself up on curt with one arm around his waist and gesturing to where bucky is deep in drunk conversation with kenny "'m gonna figure out how to put babies in him. JSTOR hasn't- hasn't failed me yet. gonna figure that shit out and we're gonna have more kids than- than croz n' jean."

[9w1ft]

i think as a modern day kaylor it’s really important (and freeing) to recognize the uniqueness of our viewpoint and how you’re bound to see swifties and gaylors alike making fun of kaylors and its kind of unavoidable. but i don’t think that a lot of the making fun comes from an honest review of events or history or possibilities, it’s mostly just people online being cliquey and finding people to make fun of because that’s how people get their kicks. and to your point about gaylors and empathy, i think it’s just that to them kaylor represents something different to them than what it actually is and so a lot of them don’t think the actual ideas through for themselves. it has all become a sort of identity politics. and also the eternal quest of Never Being Wrong. i think it was worse a few years ago compared to now but.. so yeah, please save your energy when it comes to this!

if i think about it, i do think (and i have often said) it would be beneficial to us as kaylors to hold a little more space for humor for our own plight. we can make a lot of the same jokes these people do and laugh at the absurdity of the situation while still understanding and seeing what we do and caring about it like we do. and we don’t need to convince anyone who frankly don’t seem too fun to hang out with anyway. isn’t it enough just to understand it ourselves? to think for ourselves and celebrate with people who came to the same conclusion? sure it’s not the ideal setup, it’d be a more fun world if we could all be more forthcoming and not get bonked on the head for it but… there’s good to come out of being lowkey, too.

i do think that more public facing forums like twitter can more easily reveal the meanness of people, and anything people say, both them or you, really does spread far and fast and out of your circle, both to people on an opposing side but also like, everyday people. i think with tumblr it is a little easier to customize your experience and i would recommend it to any kaylors out there who experience fatigue with other social platforms. you can remove anons and just accept questions from accounts, you can more reliably block people, block whole IP addresses, you can block keywords from posts so that if the word appears on your feed you can choose whether or not to read the post, there are ways to curate what kind of stuff you follow etc. i think that while tumblr is more insular, it’s also more quiet and less hectic, which is good especially given the season of life that kaylor is going through. good for both us and kaylor. like, i think a lot of things are better off not being pointed out or spread around to the point of convincing everyone, you know what i mean? i could write up a list of specific things and points in time and lyrics and objects and such and such that would refute the thing you mentioned in your anon about gaylors saying, but, i dunno, i’m not positive that it’s something that ought to be compiled? especially if it’s going to be transferred from here to twitter. sometimes i try to hold back. don’t get me wrong it’s fun running into myself on other platforms, i love the notoriety, but it does make me think about how far i want my thoughts to go, sometimes 😆 so i try to pick and choose on the assumption it’ll get somewhere else. in other words i think that as modern day kaylors, keeping a certain level of volume or restraint is a way for us to exercise empathy for kaylor, too.

[whispersinverse]

She Didn’t Show Up. She Didn’t Win. But She’s About to Burn It All Down.

Hey, I’ve been kind of MIA — if I’m not mistaken, since November. Truth is, I was deep in my Reputation era. Just like Taylor, I rose from the dead. Literally. And I do it all the time. Not for the drama (well, maybe a little), but because that’s how I move through life: I fall apart, learn, and come back as a new version of myself. Stronger. Wiser. A little softer, a little sharper.

And just when it seemed like 2025 was going to be a chill ride, the rumors started spreading like wildfire: Reputation (Taylor’s Version) might be closer than we think. All signs pointed to her announcing it at the 2025 AMAs. The timing felt too perfect. The easter eggs were lining up. But then… nothing. She didn’t show up. And to everyone’s shock, she lost every single nomination. So now the question is — is there some tension between Taylor and the AMAs? No one’s saying it out loud, but the silence speaks volumes.

What does seem crystal clear is that Reputation (TV) is coming. According to Vulture, there’s a legal deadline looming: August 16, 2025. So yeah, the countdown has officially begun.

As for me, I can’t stop thinking about the vault tracks. Because sure, Reputation dresses like a “revenge album” — full of snakes, sharp stares, and lyrics that burn. But real Swifties know the truth: underneath all that black smoke, Taylor was writing a love letter. A quiet whisper buried in the noise. The story of someone who turned her back on the world and bet it all on her heart.

I’m so curious to see which vault tracks she’s going to share with us. Will it be more venomous glam like Look What You Made Me Do? More sarcastic catharsis like This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things? Or maybe we’ll get even more hidden confessions — those lines that hit like a punch because you realize she was bleeding in silence while the world just watched.

Whatever it is, Reputation was never just a scream — it was also a shelter. And something tells me that this time, in its most unfiltered form, it’s going to hurt and heal even deeper.

Are you guys ready for it?

—G 🐍

[petruchio]

Okay I am not a swiftie, so I might be horribly misinformed (forgive me if so!), but I wanted to hear your thoughts on the billboard thing?

I saw a post about how billboard is limiting album releases to 2, including the deluxe version, in response to certain artists. I know thats a hot topic for Taylor, and I want your thoughts on that in general.

But also, I saw someone saying that tpd had almost 30 releases with unique content and this seemed wild to me? Like 30 is huge? Seems too big to be true, so I’m going to my only trusted Taylor resource.

I’d like to know what you think about this whole thing! I know it’s super nuanced and (possibly?) polarizing in the swiftie community? So sorry if I’m putting you in a tough spot, but I typically find your takes on Taylor refreshing!

As an outsider who isn’t really a fan of Taylor, but will always recognize her many amazing songs and undeniable contribution to music, it DOES sound like a good step toward accuracy in measuring popularity?

But like idk?? I haven’t considered all angles and I’m sure you’ll have insight!

haha wow well i appreciate the compliment!!! i do try to be a reasonable taylor fan, like i love a lot of her work and i do appreciate when she does things well but i don't think she (or any artist!!!!) has a perfect output or is a perfect person and i think it's fair to be honest when something isn't working for me. being a fan of anything doesn't necessitate blindly worshipping everything one human being does or says. we all flop sometimes and its ok. even shakespeare had some stinkers.

wrt to the billboard thing, i think it's great. i don't know a ton about it and i'm not super invested in charts in general (like i have been a britney fan for long enough to know that charts are meaningless, lol) but it seems to me like it is a great way to measure actual consumption/popularity of music. it also seems to me like a net positive for the environment, because it discourages creating additional and unnecessary waste just for the sake of selling more units.

wrt to taylor? i guess i'm of two minds about it. on the one hand, i don't exactly fault her for finding a loophole and exploiting it. like sure, go ahead, if you want to chart number one by exploiting a stupid rule, that's not like, evil. my opinion is less so that it's bad in it of itself and moreso just that it is kind of ... embarrassing? like as a fan you want to believe the artists you love are putting out music for the sake of the art alone. and i'm not saying any working artist in the modern world can just divorce themselves from the financial piece of being a creative as well, but it definitely left me with a bad taste in my mouth after the whole ttpd chart fiasco. (to answer your question ttpd had like 34 versions i think? and i maintained all along that it wasn't so much evil or morally wrong as it was just cringe)

so i don't know. i guess if i was in her position and i could break a record just for fun by exploiting a dumb loophole... i can't say it wouldn't cross my mind to do it. but it also made me feel like the album wasn't really created to rest on its quality alone -- that it was created (or at least, structured and released in the way that it was) with the intention of breaking records as opposed to creating a really strong body of work. and that's just not something that appeals to me as a fan. i'd rather one copy of a perfect 13 track album that charts at number 9 for a few weeks than a bloated meandering collection of half-baked ideas that's released 30+ times just to break a meaningless record.

and i know a lot of swifties will argue and say no, she released all those tracks because she HAD to, she HAD to say all that stuff and blah blah blah. and to that all i can really say is like, guys come on LOL. like we can like it and that's fine but we don't have to pretend like it's not extremely obvious what she's doing and why. like oh the midnights 3am tracks boosted my streaming numbers exponentially? what if i DOUBLED those?! oh not releasing a lead single for folklore meant my first day streams went WAY up? let's never release a lead single again!

taylor is pretty easy to predict because she tends to do what worked last time but MORE, and i don't fault her for it necessarily on principle, i only get frustrated when the quality of the work starts slipping -- when it feels like the strategy of it comes before the artistic integrity.

that's my take, i guess. im not going to pretend guilty as sin? wasn't one of my top streamed songs last year. but i'm also not going to pretend this album made half the impact in popular culture as fearless or 1989 or gosh even midnights. we can have both!!

[stuckinmymind22]

one piece character's top 5 taylor swift songs

in honor of the last weekend of the eras tour here’s what i think one piece characters would listen to overall their favorite is no body no crime tbfh (followed by fearless lol)

it’s my blog and i’ll use any excuse to mush my 2 favorite things together

ft: the straw hats (as i currently know them), ace, shanks, vivi, buggy

might add more characters when i meet them idk

the straw hats

luffy

casual listener, knows all the hits

our song

the fearless big three (fearless, you believe with me, love story) loves to sing them, doesn’t know the words

unapologetic ME! lover

zoro

was difficult bc he lowkey feels like the type of guy that isn’t really into music

likes blank space alright, geeze, stop asking him

lowkey fucks with reputation, will never say it but he does

false god

fw nbnc too

he’ll never say it but the smallest man who ever lived is really good

nami

she grew up on taylor, not a diehard swiftie but def knows most of her discography fav album: either speak now or midnights

should’ve said no girlie for sure

the way i loved you

better than revenge

vigilante shit

you’re on your own kid

bonus: who's afraid of little old me? WHAT IF HE'S WRITTEN MINE ON MY UPPER THIGH

usopp

definitely a taylor fan, borderline swiftie (was hard to cut his down) fav album: ...1989

fearless for sure, will sing it with luffy at any party

we are never ever getting back together

bad blood ft kendrick lamar (you forgive you forget but you never let it GO)

question…?

ONLY IN MY MIIIIIIIIIND

bonus: girl at home (sings it with luffy, who doesn't really know the words), look what you made me do, midnight rain

sanji

this one was the easiest by far lol, definitely a swiftie fav album: fearless

teardrops on my guitar (he thinks it’s relatable, but would never say it, can catch him listening to it sad after he found out a pretty girl was in a relationship)

you belong with me (see above)

enchanted (ofc enchanted is on here)

sad, beautiful, tragic (same reason as teardrops on my guitar)

believe only or not, i did something bad

chopper

tbh it was hard to pair his down, like this was over 10 songs long originally, but idk if he’d qualify as a swiftie

LOVES love story

wildest dreams (loves doing the aha-ah parts)

gorgeous

it's nice to have a friend

no body no crime

robin

enjoys her music but not into any artist enough to be qualified as a “fan” (also hard to cut down bc she would relate to a lot of songs tbfh) favorite album: ttpd, specifically the anthology

mary’s song (thinks it’s really cute)

haunted

clean

the archer

the prophecy hits really hard for her

franky

likes her more than he is willing to admit

picture to burn

mr perfectly fine (yes he knows the vault tracks, doesn't make him a swiftie 🙄)

22

style (thinks it’s about him)

florida!!! (the drums man)

ONE SLIP AND FALLING BACK INTO THE HEDGE MAZE

other characters

ace

not a swiftie, just really into music in general and some of that just happens to be taylor swift

cries listening to a place in this world

i can see you

i knew you were trouble

this is me trying (also cries)

WHAT A WAY TO DIE

bonus: i know places, no body no crime, cowboy like me, and the way i loved you

shanks

doesn’t talk about it but will admit he loves her if you ask fav album: too hard to chose, maybe folklore or speak now he's not sure

should’ve said no (will sing it when drunk enough when any word that reminds him of the song is spoken)

dear john

red

illicit affairs

no body no crime

bonus: wonderland, i think he knows, and maroon

vivi

yes she’s a swiftie, why do you ask? favorite album: red

you belong with me (for sure her fav)

began again

the lucky one

betty

would’ve could’ve should’ve

buggy

of course he’s a swiftie that’s not even a question fav album: lover

you’re not sorry

atwtmvtvftv (has the scarf AND the hat, you don’t get it like he gets it)

you need to calm down

claims folklore is a skip and only likes long story short on evermore

mastermind (thinks its relatable, practically written for him lol)

bonus: end game, cruel summer, down bad

[9w1ft]

hi! thanks for reading and being curious ☺️

here’s link to a bunch of clips everyone has collected from that show so i will let you come to your own conclusion but i see so much love in her expression

as for where she sat, you can read a more analysis style writeup i did about it here:

but the tldr is that i was at sofi stadium for the 8/3 show that week, and my seat was the section next to where she ended up being seated, so i know what everything looked like. and i can confidently say that her area was noticeably sectioned off, inaccessible to me, with its own separate box/concessions area at the top of the section. the maps of the stadium layout also mark the area as vip. other celebrities were also in karlie’s section. so it wasn’t general seating.

to me the setup was no different than something like this:

as far as we have seen she was not photographed in the vip tent during the night though i did see a tweet, but to be completely honest i would hope she didn’t go to floor because she was 2 weeks postpartum and with the amount of hate and threats she gets from swifties, i wouldn’t want her there to be ogled at or potentially harassed.

instead we got taylor smiling and looking at her section all night long, and proof that taylor could see her from her vantage point (see link above for more about that and more clips but ill include some gifs here for people who are immune to pull media)

(side note i love how easy it was at the time to find clips of her staring because it was the night she debuted all of her blue looks for the first time so we got all these visuals that were undeniable because oh that’s right 1989 tv was announced!! (and yet she played a rep song as surprise song, new year’s day, which is a seminal kaylor song. but i digress))

anyways, all and all i’m not sure why it would matter either way where she was sitting that night, if you were convinced they could be together if only it wasn’t for karlie not sitting in the vip tent. because the whole premise of their relationship right now would be that they aren’t being public about it. so if that is the case, why would they want karlie in the vip tent if that would have been the thing that would have convinced everybody? i think it was more of a comfort issue.

so yeah! these are my thoughts.

[bucksbluescarf]

alex recs fics

wanted to do @middlingmay 's alternative fic recs questions too! there's so much great writing in this fandom, way too much to mention here, but:

1. The fic that's made you laugh the most?

i think the most recent one is take me home, country roads by @feyd-meowtha, sorry for laughing at your misfortunes gale but they are hilarious

2. What's a fic that makes you cry?

the only one time i can remember a fic making me cry is the phone reunion scene in jump the gun by @swifty-fox. idk what it is about those outlaw boys but they just get to me

3. Your fave comfort, silly fic?

idk about silly but my absolute comfort fic, to no one's surprise, is looking for eight by @weimarweekly. it's a fic with quite a bit of comforting, so maybe that's why. or maybe i just like thinking about gale in his cunty little cowboy outfits

4. The fic that made you try a genre or a trope you wouldn't normally read.

was never a big age gap au guy but tough and sweet by @johnslittlespoon is so good that now i'm a convert and i'm writing one myself, ha. callum turner in leaving you've done so much for the culture

5. An author that's inspired your own fic writing (if you're an author), or your TBR list (if you're a reader).

i'm sure i get influenced by so many people but one thing i really admire is @whirlpool-blogs ability to execute such strong concepts in pretty short fics! their android au and pet sematary au are amazing, really inspiring writing

6. Your fave "underdog" fics/authors in your fandom(s). Those that you feel are underappreciated and deserve some love.

let us not desert one another; we are an injured body by @irregularcollapse has less than 500 hits?? c'mon guys we can do better, don't be afraid of a little cannibalism this fic is gorgeous, gourmet eating

7. What's one thing you wish writers/readers/the fandom did more of when it comes to fanfiction?

f/f, obviously. for every fic where marge has a girlfriend an angel gets its wings

8. What's one thing you wish writers/readers/the fandom did less of when it comes to fanfiction?

conversely, please stop throwing my girl marge under the bus for the sake of clegan. ofc it can be done in narratively compelling ways but sometimes it is. not.

to end off on a positive note, a thank you to everyone who creates stuff for the mota fandom and makes it such a fun place to be! and please never stop promoting your art/recommending others', i constantly come across amazing things that i missed previously!