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[lostinmirkwood]

Gendrya Kinktober Day 12- Phone Sex

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It started with a picture. 

Arry (9:08am): I have to say, my tits look fantastic in this top today. I needed someone to admire them. 😈

Gendry had to agree, they did look fantastic. She’d taken a timed picture showing just her shoulders and chest with her folded arms resting on her desk just under her tits. As he was typing a response another message came through. Same angle, same position, but two buttons undone, a hint of her lacy red bra peeking out of her navy shirt.

Gendry (9:10am): Dammit Arya. I have a presentation in 20 minutes!

Arry (9:10am): 😘 Good luck!

Gendry shook his head and tried to refocus on his notes for the client presentation he was about to lead. It was for a sustainable and affordable housing complex near the city center that had been a passion project of his for the past six months and he knew he needed to wow the investors.

His phone buzzed again just before he entered the boardroom. The message made him smile and gave him a final boost of confidence for his presentation before he turned off his phone.

Arry (9:25am): I love you, you’ll knock them dead!

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The presentation had gone off without a hitch. The investors were excited about his designs and the city had greenlit the plans to go ahead with only a few minor tweaks to the design. After a celebratory lunch with his team Gendry turned his phone on back in his office. It buzzed several times as it powered on and he was unsurprised by the slew of texts that waited for him.

The Starks 🐺 (7 messages)

Arry (3 messages)

Hot Pie (10:30am): Sry 4 the late text, had dough tht needed attn. Good luck mate!

Davos (9:45am): Marya and I send our love lad, you’ll do just fine. You know what you’re about.

He shot off quick replies to Hot Pie and Davos thanking them and summarizing the meeting before scrolling through the Stark group chat quickly. Rickon had sent a meme about being the youngest child that had his older siblings up in arms. He shook his head at their antics. They might never stop talking to each other but he was pleased that he was included in their group chat. With some trepidation he opened Arya’s messages.

Arry (10:47am): Let me know how it goes when you’re done!

Arry (11:51am): You know… we should celebrate when your proposal is approved. With me naked and bent over your desk. Could be fun 😉

Gendry gulped, the next message was another picture.

Arry (1:10pm): Thinking about you taking me in your office. 😘

She must have locked herself in her office and drawn her blinds. She was angled against her desk, shirt unbuttoned again. This time her hand was at the cup of her bra, nearly revealing one of her deliciously pink nipples to the camera. She’d also managed to hike her skirt up enough to reveal her creamy thighs and the lacy tops of her stockings. Gendry groaned, his cock filling in his slacks, pressing uncomfortable against his zipper as he sat in his desk chair.

Gendry (1:34pm): ARRY. 

 Gendry (1:34pm): Have mercy on me woman.

Gendry (1:35pm): Also thanks for your support love. The plans were fully approved by both the city and the investors pending a few small design changes.

Arry (1:36pm): That’s wonderful Gendry! I’m so proud of you!

Arry (1:36pm): So, about that celebration?

Gendry (1:36pm): You won’t be able to stay quiet for what I want to do with you tonight. We’ll have to save that for the holiday party.

Arry (1:37pm): Oh? Do share.

Gendry (1:39pm): Tonight? Tonight I want to strip you out of your work clothes, but you’ll keep your bra, stockings, and heels on. I want to get on my knees before you and eat my fill from your cunt with your legs around my ears. 

Arry (1:39pm): I like the sound of that. But why am I keeping my bra on?

Gendry (1:40pm): Because I said so. 

Arry (1:40pm): Yes sir.

Gendry (1:42pm): Once you’ve come for me on my mouth I’m going to slide a finger in and begin to work you. I want you to take all three but I’ll work you up to that. Feel them pressing on that spot inside you that only I have found. It’s mine Arya. 

Gendry (1:42pm): I’ll use my free hand to fondle your tits through that red lacy bra. They’ll be sensitive and the lace will be driving you crazy. When you’re dripping down your thighs…

Arry (1:43pm): Can I come on your hand? Please Gendry, let me come with your fingers deep inside me.

Gendry (1:44pm): No love. You’re not coming again until I tell you to. 

Arya gasps in her office. She’s glad she’s been left to herself today to work on quarterly reports. She shifts in her chair, trying to relieve some of the ache building between her thighs. She wonders if she can manage to get herself off quickly and quietly enough after this when her phone buzzes again.

Gendry (1:45pm): When you're dripping down your thighs I’ll throw you on the bed and bring those stocking-clad legs up to my shoulders. I want to take you deep, Arya. This is why you’re keeping your bra on. 

Gendry (1:46pm): Because when I start to fuck you I want to fuck you hard and long until your tits come out of that red lace. I want you screaming around my cock and begging for release. Once I’ve fucked them free then, and only then, are you allowed to cum. 

Gendry (1:47pm): Now love, this isn’t entirely about me. I want you to tell me about where you want me to come. Do you want me to pull out and come all over those lovely tits and that sinful bra? Do you want me to cover your pretty swollen clit? Do you want me to roll you over and come all over that lovely arse of yours?

Arry (1:48pm): Inside me Gendry. Please come inside me. I want to feel your release deep inside me and feel it dripping out of me. I love it when you make a mess of me.

Gendry (1:49pm): Good girl. I’ll come inside you and spread it over your thighs as it slides out of you. I want you to smell like me.

Another picture message comes through from Arya. It’s looking down at her lap as she sits in her desk chair. Her shirt is unbuttoned slightly, showing a lovely flush over her chest. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist and her hand is sliding towards the black lacy knickers he knows she’s wearing from kissing her good-bye as she was getting ready this morning.

Arry (1:49pm): Gods Gendry. Can I come now? Please? I want you so bad, I’m so wet.

Gendry (1:50pm): No Arry. You have to keep your hands to yourself the rest of today. I told you, you’ll only come when I say you can.

Gendry (1:51pm): Be a good girl and don’t touch yourself. That means no rubbing yourself on your chair using those lacy knickers for friction. No teasing your nipples as you rebutton your shirt. No putting your phone between your legs and calling from your desk for the vibrations. Nothing. I want you dripping when you get home.

Arya mutters a few choice swears under her breath as she does as he says and fixes her shirt and straightens her skirt. She knows she could get off in a minute with how worked up his words have her but how commanding Gendry was and the anticipation make her follow his instructions.

Arry (1:53pm): Yes dear. I’ll wait like you want me to. 😩

Gendry (1:54pm): Good. Now get back to work you naughty girl, I know you have reports to write. I’ll see you tonight 😉

Arry (1:54pm): Love you!

Gendry (1:54pm): Love you too Arry. Always will.

How Arya manages to get through the rest of her day she isn’t really sure. It passes in a lust filled haze as she rereads Gendry’s plan for the night every hour or so. She’s not sure why she’s torturing herself but she knows the pay-off for tonight promises to be more than worth it. 

As she’s on the train home with her headphones in her phone buzzes again in her hand. Glancing down she realizes that Gendry is calling her. Her stomach tightens as she picks up. Not wanting to be that person on the crowded train she quietly says, “Hello Gendry, is everything alright? I’m three stops from ours, do I need to pick something up?”

Gendry sighs down the line, “No love, just wanted to hear your voice. And for you to hear this.”

Arya smiles for a moment before she registers what she’s hearing. On the other end of the call is the slick sound of flesh on flesh, confusedly she asks, “Gendry? What are you...? But, I’m almost home!”

“I know Arry. I told you I wanted you dripping, so I’m making sure you are.”

Hanging up is the last thing on Arya’s mind as she listens to Gendry moan and sigh as he works himself over, getting himself off while she’s on the phone with him, surrounded by her fellow commuters that (hopefully) have no idea what’s happening in her earbuds right now. She’s trying to keep her blush from spreading over her cheeks and her skirt prevents her from crossing her legs to try to relieve the growing pressure. She loses the battle with her blush when he starts gasping her name as he gets close to coming. She nearly misses her stop listening to him, only catching she’s at her platform when the woman sitting next to her nudges her to move so she can also get off. 

Arya stumbles slightly as she gets off the train. Gendry had just growled her name and sighed in her ears and she almost stepped into the gap between the train and the platform. She stutters out, “Did you just?”

“Yeah,” comes his panted reply.

“Well I just got off the train. I’ll be home shortly. Asshole.”

Gendry chuckles, “You did that to me Arry. I said I wanted you ready and I bet you are,” she is, but she doesn’t want to give him any more satisfaction, knowing he’ll get plenty tonight. “I bet your knickers are soaked again for me. Don’t worry, you’ll more than get yours. I wanted to make sure you’d get it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Still bloody unfair with so many people around though.”

“That was half the fun. Love you, Arry. I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you in a few.” She hung up the phone and picked up her pace down the street. Gendry was waiting for her.

[vicleesi]

About GoT Episode 4:

First of all, I’m completely exhausted from turning a blind eye to the multiple flaws in the D & D scripts (and it was they who wrote this episode). The strength of Game of Thrones came right from the details thanks to the incredible world that George R. R. Martin created and D & D destroyed. So no, I will not spare you them.

- The beginning was good. I just do not understand why Jon made his speech without looking at the survivors of Winterfell.

- The party dinner was generally good. In these last seasons, Game of Thrones has managed to maintain a good quality in the interaction between characthers. Episode 2 was basically all that and it was good for me. The problem is when GoT starts off for the story  - which is already lost.

- Daenerys’s loneliness was well portrayed. Too bad the series prematurely killed Selmy Barristan, did not it?

- First failure of attention to detail that detracts from the series’ worldbuilding: Gendry Rivers, what? Is he from the Riverlands, by any chance? Bastard born and raised in King’s Landing is named after Waters. His name was Gendry Waters (actually it was just Gendry, since Robert never recognized him as his bastard son). Why change that, D & D? To be different?

- I wish Gendry good luck trying to persuade the Storm lords to bend over to a bastard who does not understand a thing about ruling a castle. But of course the series will not talk about that. At least they did not give Storm’s to Brienne or to Davos (by the way, when the Davos family will show up?)

- Leaving a bit out of order, but taking advantage of feudal politics, what’s going on in Dorne?” D & D mentioned a new Prince of Dorne who swore loyalty to Daenerys. Hi? What? When? Who? WHY??? D & D had the brilliant idea of ​​making the Martells exterminate each other and still reap the rewards of their genius. Dorne remains the worst arc in the series and quite possibly one of the worst book-media visual adaptations ever.

- They also mentioned Riverrun again. What happened to the Riverlands after the Freys all died? Where is Edmure Tully? Who controls Riverrun?

- Writers creating a whole scene by saying that Brienne is a virgin. Not necessary.

- There was not a crippled nephew of Daeron Targaryen. D & D creating Targaryens whenever they want, although there is a well-defined story in the books. (FIRE AND BLOOD)

- There was finally a scene between Sandor and Sansa. It only took 4 episodes to happen. Once again they put Sansa as the product of her suffering, justifying the idiot choices D & D made for her character. Nothing new, otherwise it was a totally forgettable dialogue (I already forgot).

- The Bronn Paradox: If Bronn is not serving Daenerys while the war is rolling, who guarantees that he will receive his castle in the end? Especially considering he was utterly disillusioned with the promises of the Lannisters to the point of being ready to kill his two best friends? In fact, did D & D forget that Jaime himself had offered Highgarden to the Bronn last season?

- Again, as for Gendry, I wish Bronn good luck in trying to establish his feudal dominion over the proud lords of Highgarden who did not even tolerate the right Tyrells, and the Tyrells were an old family and had already been entrenched in there for centuries. Of course, D & D do not care.

- The Paradox of the Wildlings: Why were they known as wildlings? Because they tried to conquer the Wall from time to time and were always looting the North in search of resources and riches. Because their land was a shit, where nothing grew and it was always winter, basically. Now the they finally made it through the Wall and gain access to the best lands, even more with the support of the Winterfell and Starks. What do they do? That’s right: they go back to their shit place because D & D have that same shit on their heads.

- What else is north of Winterfell and south of the Wall are lands with no one, thanks to the King of the Night.“ But the wildlings choose to go back to Castle Black and, by all means, beyond the Wall. Seven Hells.

- I will not even comment on Jon’s scene sending Ghost away.” If it was for him to appear that way, it was better for the wolf to have been m.i.a as before.

- Sam Tarly is a Night’s Watch man. Men of Night’s Watch should not have children. When will anyone say that? Did not Jon even mention it? What happened to Night’s Watch? Why is Sam still dressed in black? If he’s out, why did not he become Lord Tarly?

- The arc of Night’s Watch is going to be without conclusion anyway? Are they gone?

- The army of the living has lost only half its men? It was not what it looked like in episode 3. But okay, D & D create and describe armies whenever they think it’s valid - just like Night’s Watch, apparently.

- As they are doing this season, D & D cut important dialogue scenes because they do not know what to write. In the first episode they cut off Daenerys before she finished threatening Sansa. In the second episode they cut their scene together before Dany could answer the question “What about the North?”. At the end of it cut the scene Jon x Dany in the crypts. Now they cut the scene of Sansa and Arya discovering that Jon is not their brother. Why, man? What is the reason? I’m shocked that D & D did not cut Jon’s reaction to finding out that he’s a bastard of Rhaegar and Lyanna (yes, he’s a bastard, D & D, no matter how many fanfics they write).

- Arya in the first moment: we are a family! Arya in 2nd moment: left King’s Landing, goodbye Winterfell, until never again! and yes she left for good, she said she ain’t coming back!

That was the good part of the episode. Let’s go to the bad part!!

- So you want to tell me that Euron can hit three harpoons in a dragon in mid-flight?“

- So you want to tell me that Daenerys from the sky was unable to see the Greyjoy fleet hidden behind an islet?”

- So you want to tell me that Daenerys never considered the possibility that it was a bad idea to sail to Dragonstone as they knew Euron controlled the seas there?“

- So you want to tell me that Rhaegal was not killed by the zombie dragon brother in the apocalyptic Battle of the long night fighting for the fate of the men’s kingdom only to die in the next episode in a few seconds for Euron Greyjoy’s magical harpoons?

-So you want to tell me how easy it is to kill dragons like that?” It amazes me that Aegon conquered Westeros three hundred years ago.

- Daenerys should have flown directly to King’s Landing and fired at everything after the Rhaegal’s death. Fire and Blood!!

- Jaime returning to Cersei: hi? What the fuck? If it is to join her and not kill her right away, Jaime will be the greatest example of character assassination that D & D has committed since Stannis Baratheon.

- How did Team Dany know that Missandei had been captured? Euron made propaganda, sent in the email?

- Is Varys loyal to Jon Snow? REALLY? What does Varys know about Jon Snow? When did he meet Jon Snow? When did they share at least one scene together? They never talked. Varys never saw him rule. Where do the writers get these crazy ideas?

- Nonsense to be creating intrigue over the marriage between Jon and Daenerys. She will need to get married to have children and continue the dynasty. Who is she getting married to, Hot Pie?

- By the way, there have been marriages between uncles and nieces among the Starks. Brothers Jonnel and Edric Stark married their nieces Serena and Sansa Stark some 150 years ago to try to end a crisis of succession, since their father, Rickon, heir to Winterfell, had been killed in the conquest of Dorne. It would not surprise me if GRRM specifically placed these marriages in history just for this situation that was raised in the conversation between Tyrion and Varys. In fact, marriages between uncles and nieces were not exactly uncommon in our own history. In Brasil, Dom Pedro I was grandson of D. Maria I of Portugal, who was married to his uncle, D. Pedro III, precisely to avoid a dynastic crisis.

- Again the bullshit that Robert’s Rebellion was built on a lie. I imagine the Crazy King burning the Lord of Winterfell and his heir and begging for Ned and Robert’s head did not influence that at all.

- Dany is an emotional woman who’s going crazy. So we need a rational man to help her.

- Dany is an emotional woman who’s going crazy. So we need a rational man to help her!!

- Oh, excuse me if I repeated myself, but this nonsense does not go down. They disrespected Daenerys, disrespected her journey, disrespected even the “girl power” they tried to do last season (Dany, Olenna Tyrell, Cersei and the Martells). The mysoginism of these so-called D & D appearing once more to claim another innocent victim.

- Why did Cersei not kill Tyrion?

- Why did Cersei not kill Daenerys?

- Euron does not suspect anything after Tyrion reveals he knew Cersei was pregnant?“ Since Euron himelf knew only minutes ago?

- D & D really put an end to the apocalypse so we can have Cersei grinning in the last three episodes? Is this serious?

- Euron is Cersei’s puppy. Euron in the series is another completely character , they should have changed his name in the adaptation as they did with the Asha (Yara).

- No turning back with the Night King. D & D make us muggles.

- Finally: where’s the winter ??? It seems King’s Landing is in the tropics.

- Cancel this and the next two episodes. Let GoT finish in episode 3, at least so we would have something minimally satisfying. D & D continue to insult the viewer’s intelligence.

"At least the show’s songs never fails to please.”

*this analysis is not mine I translated from a brazilian friend

[gascon-en-exil]

Joining the Game Late: S3E10 “Mhysa”

Synopsis

All hell breaks loose at the Twins. Sansa’s still not allowed to curse. Tywin takes the credit for the Red Wedding in the middle of a Lannister family breakdown. Old Nan taught Bran how to tell stories for maximum foreshadowing effect. Walder Frey and Roose Bolton twirl their mustaches while Roose’s son dines on some prime sausage that’s totally not what you think. Yara is so moved by the sight of her brother’s penis that she sets off to be a hero. Sam and Bran compare notes on their plotlines before parting. Davos takes a shine to Gendry and rescues him, only to escape punishment because Melisandre’s fire found the main plot. Arya takes her first vengeance, and Jon has a bad breakup with Ygritte. Shae’s still with Tyrion, but probably not for long. Jaime and Jon have significant homecomings under not so great circumstances, and the show remembers Dany exists just in time for her to crowd surf through her big white savior moment.

Commentary

Like the two previous season finales this one comes off feeling pretty cluttered, except this time even more so. As far as climaxes go the Red Wedding is a comparatively more localized event than the succession crisis and Ned’s execution or the Battle of the Blackwater, and on top of that this season covers only around half a book so its ending lacks much of a natural finality. There is some to be had, like in the sweeping away of the Starks, the two paralleled homecomings by Jaime and Jon, or Bran heading north of the Wall, but this is noticeably more of a midpoint than an ending. Some characters are just left dangling for later seasons, like Theon and his sister (you have no idea how hard it was for me to avoid a BDSM joke with the former...and I get the impression I’m going to have to keep resisting that impulse going forward), or Arya who at the moment seems like she’s going to spend each successive season roaming the countryside and learning how to kill more effectively. I’m not even sure what to make of Stannis being the only ruler to rally to the Night’s Watch call for aid; it really has more to do with what the Lord of Light actually is and wants (thanks, lore and history extras) than anything connected to Stannis’s character. As much as I’ve enjoyed the push and pull between what he wants and what Melisandre wants him to do his personal agency has notably diminished this season and I’m not sure I like it.

All this I’m getting out of the way now, because I need to talk about Daenerys - for longer than she appears in this episode, but for her this is more like a summation of her whole storyline thus far. It’s certainly been...something. For two seasons now GoT has been sort of coasting with Dany, padding her thin plotlines with new material in some places and stretching them out across multiple episodes in others. She’s not the only character given this kind of treatment *coughs*Theon*coughs*, but since she’s so geographically removed from the other events in the show the audience is likely to treat her story as a more distinct element. That’s not a good thing, because at this point it isn’t doing a good job of standing on its own. Season 2′s Qarth storyline wasn’t so bad; it had some good character moments for Dany and Jorah and was punctuated by a strong resolution. Season 3 started Dany off on a big note with her conquest of Astapor and acquisition of the Unsullied, but after that it spent something like five episodes waffling around outside of Yunkai and splitting up its climactic action sequence and this hour’s resolution, in which a crowd of former Yunkish slaves exalt Dany in near-worship for freeing them offscreen somehow because three guys invaded their city and opened it up to an army. Racial optics aside this ending has too many missing pieces leading up to it to feel entirely earned; had the whole Yunkai story been collapsed into two or three episodes at most and there been a stronger connection between the setup and the payoff (maybe, I don’t know, bring out that slaver again so he can be made to grovel and surrender and/or get roasted to death?). Nope, her special ops force backdoors the city and I guess all the slavers are dead now with no other casualties because that’s how sieges work.

The events of Yunkai do however give me the opportunity to talk some more about Daenerys’s motivations and how to fit her present actions into her dictatorial, war crime-laden future. Last season I praised the scene between Dany and Jorah where she admits that she can’t trust anyone (including him) and is able to back up that mistrust with multiple concrete examples. Dany remembers how her brother used and her and how the Dothraki turned on her, and she knows well that she has no allies in Westeros because the people over there are too busy killing each other to care that her roundly hated father still has one living child. It’s therefore not surprising to me that she builds up her follower base by liberating slaves; not only are they numerous and untapped as a political resource in her current surroundings, but Dany believes she can trust in their loyalty because they owe their lives and their freedom entirely to her. The former slaves of Yunkai call her “Mhysa” (”Mother”), drawing an immediate connection to her maternal bond with her dragons who are also unconditionally loyal if not exactly free-willed in the same sense as a free man who has never known slavery. She’s got those in her retinue as well, but they’re loyal to her out of either love/lust (Jorah and Daario along with his mercenary army) or fealty to her late father and disdain for the two men who sat on the Iron Throne after him (Barristan). This interpretation of her methodology may be cynical, but it aligns well with how we know she reacts to people who do not act sufficiently grateful in response to what she perceives to be her kindness (ex. the witch from Season 1) and also foreshadows her descent into Mad Queen-dom once in Westeros. I think there’s also a bookend here with Margaery’s charity work in Flea Bottom in the first episode of the season. Both women - and it is perhaps notable that they are women - are performing good works in service to the unfortunate and the downtrodden, but they’re doing so in a publicly visible way that endears them to the masses and increases their political clout. Daenerys the Breaker of Chains is just a more extreme version of Margaery currying the favor of the people of King’s Landing, and it’s a reminder that in the darkly political world they inhabit honor and compassion are as much tools as anything else. 

[kpopfanfictrash]

The Quest to Bedding the Lead Singer of Frontman

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Creative Contributor: @moonmangyu FOR THE PERFECT MOODBOARD *sweats* 

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Warnings: (oral, dirty talk, slightly dom!kook?)

Word Count: 9,582

Summary: Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. (punk!Jungkook)

Aaron Gendry is, without a doubt, the hottest individual you have ever laid eyes on.

Everything about the man oozes sex; from the taut length of his thighs strutting across the stage that cool, slicked-back hairstyle he wears. Just one look beneath sky-darkened lashes and every girl in the vicinity is panting for more – including you, although you try and play it cooler than the rest. Rather than scream, you twist a lock of hair around a finger to glance up from the crowd. As luck would have it, you are right at the front – standing directly before the fabled crotch of Aaron Gendry, lead singer of Frontman.

Except that being here was not by luck, it was due to arriving at the venue thirteen hours prior in the hopes of snagging this very seat. You have seen Frontman before but never front row – a fact which, today, you were determined to change.

With a final swing of his hips, Aaron finishes the song. Bright neon lights flash and then fade, the crowd all around you smelling of sweat and of beer. Screams mingling with the others, you cannot help but grin. As the stage plunges into oblivion, only those nearest to Aaron see him wiping his brow. This, obviously, prompts more screams and you fight not to roll your eyes – as if Aaron would go for someone that easy.

Shifting your weight, you press closer and that is when it happens. The Moment. The dividing line between your life before and your life after – the Moment when Aaron Gendry notices you. He squats at the edge of the stage, reaching out for his water (a clear bottle which happens to be located before you). His gaze scans the crowd and when he looks down at the row, his eyes lock on yours.

Time itself seems to still while Aaron’s gaze sweeps your body. Every inch of you is on edge. You are aflame, ice tingling your spine because he does not just look – he lingers, which is another thing entirely. Holy shit, you have no idea what to do because he continues to stare and does not look away. The stage is dark in between songs, meaning only those in the first rows can see.

Another hand clutches your arm, someone shoving their way forward and the moment is broken, world resuming around you. Aaron stands, offering a grin to the crowd and the lights blaze overhead to show his ridiculously handsome face. Smoke drifts overhead and when the venue lets out a cheer, Aaron raises both arms.

You are still standing motionless, stricken by the fact that the unthinkable has happened. At the first chords of the guitar, you manage to exhale a breath you did not realize you held.

“Oh my GOD!” your best friend, Cindy shrieks. “HE SAW YOU! RIGHT THERE! AARON GENDRY, DEBATABLY THE WORLD’S MOST FUCKABLE MAN, HE NOTICED YOU!”

She starts shaking your shoulders so hard, you cannot help but laugh. Bass reverberates through the crowd, nearly drowning out thought – but who cares about that, when Aaron Gendry locked eyes?

“He saw me!” you squeal, grabbing Cindy right back. “He did, didn’t he? That wasn’t just my imagination, right? I’m not crazy?!”

“Oh, hell no.” She grins, curly hair flopping. “That totally happened – Aaron looked at you. Not only that, Aaron smiled at you.”

Her words make you shriek with excitement, unable to contain your enthusiasm. You jump in the air, ecstatic as someone pushes you – hard – from behind. “Oof!” you exclaim, stumbling forward. The metal rail hits your stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs and for a moment you hang there, dazed and confused.

“Hey!” someone yells, loud in your ear. “Are you okay?”

The voice can be heard over the music, which is surprising given the decibel of  the concert. Cracking open an eye, you spot a guy through neon lights. He stands on the other side and there is a small, black earpiece dangling around his neck. For a moment, you can only stare because fuck, is he hot.

He is on the taller side, dressed in all-black with a t-shirt that reads, I Really Do Care, Do You? The political commentary is at eye-level and when your gaze sweeps upwards, you take in his whole frame – broad shoulders, narrow waist and the kind of arms which could lift deadweight with no problem. All of that is fine, all of that is good but when you come to his face, your eyes widen.

The guy is pretty – like, really pretty. With a strong brow and the kind of jawline you fear cutting yourself on. He peers at you from beneath scarlet-colored hair, small, silver hoops lining the curve of one ear. Swallowing hard, you push yourself up on the rail. The crowd behind you has shifted, no longer pressing you forward and (without thought) your gaze flicks over his shoulder to the stage.

“Ah.” The guy nods. He is chewing on something, probably gum. “I see you’re back to ogling the talent. Means you’re not hurt. Good.”

Slapping the railing with his palm, he replaces the bud in his ear and turns back towards the stage. You blink at him for a moment, confused – which is the only logical explanation for what you do next.

“Hey!” you yell, reaching out for his t-shirt. “You! Sound guy!”

The guy stops, turning around with one eyebrow quirked. He glance at the stage, then at you. “What?” he half-yells, straining to be heard over the crowd. “Did you drop your phone, or something?”

Scowling, you lean forward – this is one of your favorite songs and his rudeness is making you miss it. An unforgiveable offense. It is only, you do not want him to think of you are like all the rest – especially not if this guy works for Frontman. Especially not if he knows Aaron.

“No!” you yell, shaking your head. “I didn’t. I just wanted to tell you you’re wrong!”

The guy seems taken aback. He hesitates for a moment before smiling. “Oh?” Laughing, he pushes a hand through red-pink hair. “I’m wrong about what, exactly?”

“Me!” you huff, attempting to ignore the people elbowing your sides. “I wasn’t… ogling!”

The guy grins, crossing both arms over his chest. “Oh?” He leans forward, making you blink. “Then, what was the whole thing with the water bottle? You might as well have thrown your panties onstage.”

Cheeks heated at the accusation, your scowl deepens. “I was… that wasn’t – hey!” you say, slapping the bar. “That’s none of your business! It’s not like I’m wearing a sandwich board, asking to have sex!”

“Oh?” Coyly, he arches a brow. “That’s good to know. I’ll tell Aaron.”

When your mouth drops, he smirks and walks away. “Wait.” Head spinning, you reach again for his sleeve. “You know him? You know Aaron?”

Stopping in his tracks, the guy turns his head. “See?” he says, biting the inside of his cheek. “Told you. You’re the same as the rest.”

Realizing you have been tricked, you cross your arms over your chest. The act does great things for your cleavage. Tonight’s venue is hot and the crowd is all dressed in a similarly scantily-clad fashion. You, yourself are dressed in fishnets, high-waisted shorts and a cut-off which leaves little to the imagination.

What you are not imagining though, is the way sound guy’s gaze darts to your breasts.

“Hey,” you say, raising a brow. “My eyes are up here.”

The guy jerks upwards, but he has already been caught and both of you know it. It feels nice to have the upper hand for once, since everything he just said is startlingly spot-on. You do think Aaron is hot and you would definitely sleep with him if he asked – that is a large part of the reason you stand here, front row at his concert. Hearing it from this guy’s lips though, thrown back in your face… well, it kind of makes you feel like an idiot.

At least sound guy thinks you are hot, though.

“I wasn’t...” The guy sputters, glancing around. “I mean, I –”

Lowering your arms, you grin. “Whatever, sound boy.”

Frowning, his jaw clenches. “Jungkook, actually.”

“What?”

“Jungkook,” he repeats, pointing at himself. “My name is Jungkook!”

“What?!”

“JUNG-FUCKING-KOOK!”

“I know.” Grinning, you drop him a wink. “I heard you the first time. I’m Y/N.”

Jungkook’s face reddens, at an apparent loss for words and you cannot help but notice how cute he is. His gaze has a singular focus, as though you are the only person he sees. A rarity, at a concert like this. Just when he opens his mouth to respond though, someone squawks in his earpiece. You can hear it from here, the urgency obvious and Jungkook winces, returning the bud to his ear.

“Yeah?” he yells, turning away. 

You realize this means your conversation has ended – at least, for now.

Jungkook looks up and, catching you staring, raises a brow. Scowling harder, you turn to the stage but now are self-conscious Jungkook might be looking. It did not occur to you before, but now that it has, you feel more than a little awkward. It is hard not to think about what you are doing and why – he is right, it makes you cringe to consider throwing yourself at some guy.

But this is not just some guy, though – this is Aaron Gendry and as soon as you think this, Cindy grabs your arm. “Y/N,” she says, shaking you hard. “Remember that time, about five minutes ago, when Aaron SAW YOU AND SMILED?!”

Laughing, you allow yourself to be pulled from the rail. You came here for the concert, not to flirt with some boy – no matter how cute said sound boy might be. You are here for Aaron, for the band and will not let this experience be ruined by a stranger. As soon as you think this, the chords to the next song sound and you let out a squeal.

“I love this song!” you cry, breaking into a dance.

The concert flies by, each song melting into the next and you feel so high from the energy, so in tune with the music that you fail to notice the passage of time. When Aaron stops at the end, grabbing the mic and pushing sweat-dampened hair from his gaze, you find yourself whining along with the rest.

“Alright!” he yells, glancing up at the crowd. “Thank you so much for coming tonight! I’m not exaggerating when I say this is our favorite city each tour! If we could come every weekend, we would – no, really!” he laughs, speaking over the cheering.

“As if!” Cindy yells out, shoving your side.

Aaron waits for the crowd to fall quiet, exhaling into the microphone. Your gaze finds his hands, tight on the stem and you cannot stop picturing those hands elsewhere. On your body, your hair, your – gaze darting sideways, you see Jungkook. He stands at the edge of the stage, barking orders into a headset and gesturing into the crowd. You cannot hear what he says but he seems pissed – you have no time to wonder why, since Cindy tugs on your arm.

Aaron is in the middle of his goodbyes, blowing kisses to the crowd and when he exits, he glances again at the venue. Scanning the rows, he turns and when Aaron, the lead singer of Frontman, finds you – he winks. Then he is gone, ushered offstage and you are left standing in silent shock at the rail.

“I,” you say, unable to process. “What the... fuck just happened?”

All around you, the lights in the arena flicker on – people start to leave but you are locked in paralysis, hands wrapped around the cold metal of the railing. Cindy stares as well, open-mouthed in the direction of the wing Aaron exited.

“I – holy…” she chokes, trailing off into silence. “I guess the two of you are married now, huh?”

This breaks your confusion and you laugh, turning to smack Cindy on the arm. “Shut up,” you say, already leaving. “He just winked at me, that’s all – he probably does that to girls all the time. In every city.”

“Yeah, but not to you!” she counters. When you start to walk away, Cindy shrieks. “What are you doing?” she says, grabbing you quickly. “Where are you going? What if he comes back out? What if he sends a bodyguard to come gather the sexy babe at the front? You won’t be here!”

Rolling your eyes, you continue. “Yeah, because that would happen,” you say, reaching the base of the stairs. “Maybe pigs will fly, too– let’s just go, before the traffic gets bad.”

Exhaling loudly, Cindy reluctantly follows. When you pause to look back, you feel unsure what you are searching for. Aaron has not come out – although, oddly enough, this is not where your gaze travels first. Between the stage and the railing, there is no red shock of hair and exhaling gently, you turn towards the doors.

It takes you awhile to leave; even longer, to battle through traffic to Cindy’s place and then yours. Collapsing onto your bed after a shower, you cannot help but feel as if the whole day was a dream – even the colors of memory have faded, nothing but smoke on your clothes to remind you. Flicking through the feed of your Instagram, you decide you will upload the photos tomorrow. You are about to go to go to sleep when a notification appears.

It is from Cindy, tagging you in a shot from tonight – your fingers flick to her page, finding the two of you grinning like idiots before the front row. Unsurprisingly, the picture already has almost a thousand likes, because Cindy is something of a legend amongst the concert-hopping crowd. She goes to a lot of shows, tons of people follow her page and you send a like and comment before returning to yours.

Barely do five minutes go by before another notification chimes in your DMs. Somewhat confused, you sit up on your bed. The username is unfamiliar, their entire profile Private but you recognize the face from the small icon of the message. Clicking hastily on accept, you read the words of one Jeon Jungkook.

KookierThanThou: Hey, sorry if this seems weird – ignore me if it is. I just was scrolling through the concert hashtag and saw the photo of you and your friend. This is super awkward, because I don’t want to seem as though I’m telling you what to do... but I thought you should know that Aaron Gendry is kind of a dick. He makes a list of the girls each concert that he liked in the crowd and it’s the job of the bouncers to round them up at the end. He doesn’t use protection, either – just an FYI. I wanted you to know, before… yeah. I’m really sorry if this is inappropriate, again.

Staring down at the message, your thumbs touch the screen. You re-read the message once, twice, then several times over because on the one hand, he is right – this is inappropriate. You can sleep with whomever you want, even if they are kind of a sleaze; it is to be expected, really, from someone as famous as Aaron.

On the other hand – you did not know about the list and the bouncers. Nor did you know Aaron does not use protection and staring down at the message, you feel your stomach twist. That could have been you, you realize. If you had stayed, you could have been one of the girls ‘rounded up at the end,’ and reading the words in this context makes you feel slightly sick.

Lowering your fingers to the keyboard, you type back.

RageAgainstTheRegime: Hey. Thank you for sending me that message… I mean, not that I’m at his trailer, or anything. I didn’t stick around after the concert but thank you… for well, thinking of me. And thank you for sending this. That’s a lot of thanking lol but I appreciate it

It doesn’t take long before he types back.

KookierThanThou: Anytime.

That is it. Although you wait, staring at his words, he does not say anything more and you eventually exit the page. Turning to face the wall, you stare blankly before you manage to fall asleep. It is hard, since the events of today still race through your mind. Your ears still ring from the concert, from the adrenaline of the crowd and part of you is itching to send another message to Jungkook.

That would be dumb, though – he has already expressed how he feels. You were one of those girls standing in the front row and Jungkook saw right through your antics. It would be strange to reach out again. Lowering your face to the pillow, you somehow manage to sleep.

Cindy: Hey [4:10 PM]

Y/N: hey haha what’s up [4:15 PM]

Cindy: you’re going to love me [4:17 PM]

Y/N: oh, really? Why’s that? [4:18 PM]

Cindy: guess who [4:18 PM]

Cindy: has tickets [4:19 PM]

Cindy: for tomorrow’s …. POP UP FRONTMAN CONCERT!!! [4:19 PM]

Y/N: SHUT UP!!!! [4:20 PM]

Y/N: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! [4:20 PM]

Cindy: Y E S!!! [4:20 PM]

Cindy: you know that terrible family I used to baby-sit for? Well, their dad posted on Facebook his work gave him free tickets and I happened to see before anyone else reached out. They’re OURS! We’re GOING, Y/N! TOMORROW, 8PM! [4:22 PM]

Y/N: AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU [4:32 PM]

Cindy: more than Aaron?? [4:33 PM]

Y/N: honestly yes, Aaron can suck my dick compared to my feelings for you [4:34 PM]

Cindy: wow, babe 😢 [4:34 PM]

Sitting back in your chair, you do a silent dance of celebration. The office is mostly dead at this time but still, you need to be quiet if you want to take off tomorrow. Because you will take off work in order to be front row again; mostly for Aaron, although Jungkook also pops into your mind. 

Which is silly. Ridiculous, really. You banish his presence.

This venue is smaller than the last, which makes you excited because it means a more intimate concert. The personal day you sent in was accepted with ease, prompting celebration on your behalf from Cindy 

(“Shots!” she declared, to which you countered, “No!”)

“Ugh,” Cindy groans, dropping her bag on the ground. “We’re getting too old for this, Y/N. Doing our make-up in line, changing clothes in the bathroom of Target. Nope. Next time, we buy VIP like real hoes.”

Snorting, you settle your butt to the pavement. “Sure,” you say, popping open your mirror. “With what money, though?”

“Good point.” Cindy exhales, lowering herself down beside you.

When they begin to let people in, you and Cindy find yourself at the front of the queue and – running inside – manage to wriggle your way to the front. “Holy shit,” you laugh, glancing around. “We’re so close, it’s unreal.”

“I know!” Cindy squeals, bouncing beside you. “This is perfect – this time, Aaron will definitely notice you.”

Nodding absent-mindedly, you cannot help but remember the message from Jungkook. It would be great if Aaron noticed you, sure. He is amazing – you read his interview in Rolling Stone twenty times over, memorized and loved each word that he said. His lyrics are so inspired, their meaning insightful in a way you cannot help but relate to. It is difficult to reconcile that Aaron, the artist with Aaron, the fuckboy.

Thinking about Jungkook makes you glance around the venue but there are only a few staff members in sight and he is not among them. Leaning onto the rail, you peer up and down the sides of the stage. Cindy chats with someone at your side, not paying attention – meaning, you know it is not her when someone taps you on the shoulder.

Jungkook waves at you when you turn, one hand in his pocket. “Hey.”

He is dressed similarly to last time, although this time he has layered a leather jacket over his t-shirt. He quirks a brow when you stare, hair somehow redder than before.

“It is natural?” you say, glancing upwards. People trickle in from all sides, pressing you closer but Jungkook does not step away.

“Yep,” he says. “My mother has red hair and my father has pink, so when they made me – voila! This happened. You like?”

When he bends his head, you almost mechanically lift a hand to his hair. The strands of it are soft, supple as you push your hand backwards. Nearly forgetting yourself, you brush the base of his scalp and Jungkook stills under your hand, seeing to forget his place as well.

Quickly, you pull your hand back. “Yeah,” you murmur, barely audible over the crowd. “I like it.”

He looks up at you, gaze darker than before. All banter is momentarily forgotten, until his headpiece crackles around his neck. “Yeah?” Jungkook jumps, turning around.

Slinking back, your thoughts are tinged with panic because now, the truth is staring you smack in the face – you are into this guy. You are big, fat into him – the kind of interest which can move mountains or, at least, move you closer to the railing. The start of the show cannot be far off but oddly enough, you do not feel as excited. No matter how dreamy and enticing the idea of Aaron might be – he is not real.

Not in the way you want him to be, anyways. You have this vision of Aaron in your mind – you, standing in the wings every night, him glancing over as he sings (because of course, you are the only person he cares about) and then him taking you to his room and fucking you senseless before you fall asleep. The vision is romantic, inspired, set to the tune of his music. The daydream is all the more romantic because of the lyrics he writes, the songs that he sings and the adoring fans he turns down because he is so madly in love.

It is only a vision, though – that is both the beauty and drawback of dreams. They are shiny, lovely things to look at but tend to turn transparent when put in the light. Real life – real love – is far more complicated, but far more fulfilling, once you are past its pitfalls. Looking at Jungkook, you realize he is much more solid than Aaron.

Noticing your stare, he pulls a face. “Do I have something in my teeth?” he asks, clicking off his headset. “No – on my face, then? Is my hair somehow less red than before?”

“Well, definitely not the last one,” you say, leaning an elbow to the railing. “You look like a tomato perched on top of a leather jacket.”

Jungkook bites down on his lip, stifling a grin. “Let’s not tell lies, Y/N,” he snorts. “Hey – you! Hey, hi, hello,” he nods, waving at Cindy over your shoulder.

Cindy looks up, glancing between the two of you. “Hey!” she says, taking a step closer. As she approaches the rail, you remember the clothing she wears.

A top cut even lower than yours with the words, BITE ME, I LIKE IT, emblazoned in red on the front. Her skirt is high-waisted, cut just below the ass and when she bends over the rail, her smile is dazzling. To his credit, Jungkook barely blinks.

Cocking a brow, he returns to looking at you. “Y/N,” he says, “thinks my hair looks bad. What’s your opinion?”

Cindy’s brows shoot up. “Are you crazy?” she asks. “Y/N, this guy is smoking hot – his hair is to die for. You keep doing you, bb,” she nods, shooting Jungkook with finger guns before turning away. Cindy resumes conversation with the tall, tattooed dude at the rail and you look over at Jungkook.

You cannot help but stare. Cindy is gorgeous – so the fact that Jungkook simply ignored this fact is amazing. 

“See?” he says, smugly folding both arms over his chest. “My hair is to die for.”

Exhaling, you roll your eyes. “I imagine people have died for tomatoes before.”

The corner of his lip quirks. “I’d like to hear that story.”

When you open your mouth to respond, someone bangs into you from behind. You lurch suddenly towards the railing, déjà vu plaguing your thoughts. Jungkook moves fast, grabbing your arms to steady your fall. He is close, so close that you now know he smells like leather and mint, due to the gum he is chewing.

He freezes there, fingers gripping your arms. “I, uh – I’m sorry.” Jungkook shakes his head, stepping away.

Warm air rushes between you, the noise of the venue growing steadily louder. It buzzes in your ears, blood pounding in your veins due to the proximity to him. It is not just that he is gorgeous, although he is – there is something more here, something almost electric between you.

“Thanks,” you say softly. 

Jungkook seems surprised. “Thanks, for what?”

“For the message you sent,” you clarify, feeling oddly shy standing before him. Though you have no idea of the time, the concert must be starting soon – the pitch of the crowd has heightened, taking on that urgent, feverish tone. “Thank you for the warning. Most people wouldn’t have done that.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush. “Yeah,” he says, lowering his voice. “I’m sorry if that was weird, or whatever. I didn’t mean to intrude, but… I don’t know. You seem nice and he’s, well – he’s not.”

“I seem nice?” you say, smile tugging at your lips. The way Jungkook reacts, poking his cheek hard with his tongue, makes you grin. “Is that what you think? What if I’m not?”

When Jungkook swallows, his grip tightens on the rail. He looks swiftly away, red hair falling into his gaze. It makes you want to feel it again, push it back from his face – you imagine tugging this between your fingers, crushing those full lips to yours.

It seems Jungkook thinks the same thing, based on the way his gaze drops to your lips. “I’d ask you to prove it,” Jungkook says, hoarse. “You seem pretty damn nice to me.”

Before you can speak, Jungkook steps even closer. His lips brush your ear, making you shiver. “You seem like the kind who sneaks out not because they can’t leave, but because they don’t want to wake anyone up.” His smile curves, breath brushing over your cheek. “You put up a good front but at the end of the night, after you’ve been fucked, you just want someone lying beside you.”

Breath catching, your gaze darts to his. “Like you’re so different?” you say, barely able to hear yourself over the music. “You think not caring makes someone bad? Please,” you scoff, not looking away. “That’s the most cliche bad in the book. I’m bored just thinking about it.”

Rather than disagree with you, Jungkook just smiles. “Hm.”

“And besides,” you say, nodding up to the stage. “You know I’m no saint. You know I came here, am standing here because I wanted to be fucked by him.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkens. “Wanted?” he says carefully. “Past tense?”

You do not look away. “Maybe there’s someone else I’m more interested in now. Maybe there’s someone else I want to, how did you put it?” Leaning forward, your lips brush his cheek. “Fuck me like hell.”

Jungkook’s throat bobs when he swallows. “Shit,” he mutters beneath his breath. Before he can reply, the lights go out around you.

The entire venue erupts, people screaming and pushing you forward. By the time the lights blaze back on, you find yourself far way from the rail. Jungkook is not longer paying attention, expression is frantic as he barks orders to no one. Turning around, he seems consumed by his job – until your gaze finds his pants, lips parting at the way he walks. Stiffly, tightly, hiding an obvious bulge.

Before you can linger, Cindy grabs hold of your shoulder. “Y/N!” she screams. “I CAN SEE THEM IN THE WINGS!”

Turning around, you attempt to scream with the crowd but everything about this seems less exciting than before – your gaze keeps darting sideways to the small amount of space between the rail and the stage. Jungkook keeps looking at you, as well – the amount of times your gazes meet is borderline obscene. Definitely noticeable, if anyone else were to look.

It is midway through the concert when the thing happens again – Aaron is singing his heart out, one of your favorites and when his gaze searches the crowd, he spots you. Lingering on your face, his lips lift in a smile and although he is undeniably handsome, your body does not tingle the same way as before. Instead, you find yourself glancing at the other thousands of doe-eyed girls looking at him. Aaron must be used to that; he must be fine with girls throwing themselves at his feet and, with a small shiver of disgust, you look away.

Aaron moves on, a tiny crease in his brow and when his gaze slides to your left, he finds Cindy. She gasps, clutching your arm to shriek in excitement. You join in because it is exciting – just not as exciting as Jungkook, biting his lip and scanning the crowd. Fuck, he does not seem to realize how hot he is – which makes sense, given that 99% of the individuals here tonight are here to bone the lead singer.

You are the only one looking at him and when his gaze drifts to you, he sees. Jungkook stares, the air burning between you and it is hard not to think about what he said earlier. Hard not to think about his reaction when you mentioned wanting to be fucked.

The rest of the concert passes in a haze of neon lights and dark crowds. When the last song is over, Cindy turns to you with a sigh. “I miss them already,” she whines, draping herself over the rail. “When will they come back?”

Trying not to laugh, you nudge her. “I know, I know – but hey! Aaron looked at you, remember?”

Cindy instantly perks up. “You saw that, too? I’m not crazy!”

“No,” you say, starting to leave. “You’re not crazy.��

When she starts to break down the details, you glance over your shoulder – it is more than a little disappointing to find Jungkook nowhere in sight. You wanted to give him your number, or at least say goodbye but it appears this was a one-sided desire. Facing Cindy again, you suddenly key in on what she has been saying.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you say, holding up both hands. “You want to go where? With who?”

“The Bar!” she cries out, clapping her hands. “It’s that place right outside the stadium – Jeff texted me he’s heading there with friends. I don’t want to go home, yet, Y/N – don’t make me go home!”

She looks so sad, lower lip protruding that you cannot help but laugh. “Ah, shit.” Groaning, you glance down at your phone. “I don’t know, Cindy. It’s late and I just kind of want to go back.”

“I can take you there, if you want.”

Head snapping up, you watch as (like something from a dream) Jungkook steps into view. He seems more normal now, with his earpiece removed and hands stuffed in his jacket. There is writing on the back, you realize. Something about punk not being dead – but this is of little importance, when compared to his offer.

Cindy looks triumphantly at you. “See!” she says. “This is perfect. I can meet Jeff and the others while sexy sound boy takes you home.”

Your mouth drops, appalled because Cindy does not even know Jungkook – she just wants to party.

“Uh, Jungkook,” he says, arching a brow. “I’ll also answer to sexy sound boy, though. It’s cool.”

Cindy squints up at him. “You’re not a psychopath, are you, sexy sound boy? Or a murderer? Or a drunk? Or high on any sort of drugs – legal, or otherwise?”

Jungkook appears to fight back a smile. “Nope, to all of the above.”

“Right, then!” Cindy claps both hands together. “I’ll be off and Y/N – maybe take a cab,” she says, looking dubiously at Jungkook. “Sexy sound guy sounds super boring.”

With that, she is gone – disappeared into the crowd and leaving you gaping behind her. Tomorrow, you two will have some words because your concept of safety differs wildly from hers. Clearing his throat, Jungkook brings your gaze back to his.

“You don’t have to say yes,” he says. “I totally get it if you don’t want to ride with a stranger. I just thought – I don’t know, it would be nice to get to know you.”

Jungkook pauses, finger running over the hoops in one ear. He seems nervous and in the end, this is what convinces you.

Before you can change your mind, you begin to walk up the stairs. “Just a ride,” you caution. “I assume you’re parked in the staff parking lot, and I don’t want to deal with the traffic.”

Jungkook nods, following silently and not contradicting your statement. As you leave the venue, the noise lessens until the only audible sounds are your footsteps, distant traffic and the fading yelling of people. Jungkook walks casually alongside you, both hands in his pockets while you sneak glances at his profile.

He really is gorgeous – which is strange, when paired with the way that he acts. He has this blunt, almost caustic edge laid over genuinely good intentions. It is a combination almost too good to be true, which is why you come to a stop on the other side of his navy-blue Camaro.

“Hey,” you say, laying both arms on the roof. “Tell me something about yourself that kind of sucks.”

Jungkook pauses while opening his door. “I’m sorry – what?”

“You know.” Casually, you wave a hand. “Tell me something you’re bad at, or some fault that you have because right now, you seem almost perfect and I’m kind of concerned.”

“Uh.” Jungkook smiles, clearly holding back laughter. “What if that’s my fault? Everything I do is too perfect, it’s a burden.”

“Pass,” you sigh, shutting his door.

When you move towards the building, Jungkook’s laugh rings out from behind you. “Okay, okay!” he says, grabbing your arm.

Coming to a stop, you let him turn you to face him. “Yes?” you ask, eyes dancing.

Staring at him, the electricity between you is palpable. This, you will admit, is part of the reason you stand here. Jungkook makes you curious, since this is something you have not experienced before – you have never been so aware of another person, never wanted another person’s hands on your body so badly.

“Communication,” he blurts, only to wince. “I’m that guy in the group chat who never texts back. You know, the one who sees a message, tells himself he’ll respond and then doesn’t. I hate one-on-one conversation because it makes me uncomfortable – unless I know the person. I – yeah.”

“Hm,” you say, glancing down at his hand on your arm. “Okay, makes sense.”

“Okay?” Jungkook says, eyebrows shooting up.

“Yeah,” you nod. “That was honest. Previous responses I’ve gotten include, ‘my dick is too big,’ and, ‘people say they climax too much when they’re with me.’ Your comment was Shakespearian compared to them.”

“… Who?”

“Lord. Don’t make me hurt you.”

Jungkook laughs, rolling up the sleeve of his jacket. There on his forearm is a tiny line of text. “Super violent, super aggressive,” he says. “I don’t think any harm will be necessary.”

Leaning forward, you read the words of his tattoo.

These violent delights have violent ends and, in their triumph die like fire which, as they kiss, consume.

Staring down at the stark ink, you swallow. “Why that line?”

“I liked it.” Jungkook shrugs, tugging his jacket back down. “Thought it sounded badass, you know. Plus – it’s fun to tell people it’s a lyric of Frontman and see how they react.”

With that, he turns towards his car and leaves you staring after him. You cannot help it; you laugh. “How do people usually respond?” you say, lowering yourself into his passenger seat.

Jungkook smiles, switching into reverse. “They normally agree with me,” he says. “They say it’s one of their favorites lyrics – and then I silently judge them for the rest of the concert. Kids today,” he tuts, shaking his head. “Not knowing classic literature.”

Trying hard not to laugh, you lean your head to the seat. “Seems kind of rude,” you say. “To lead them astray like that.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook shrugs. “I happen to think it’s ruder to pretend you know something you don’t. No one is omniscient – better to say you don’t know, than spread wrong information.”

Opening an eye, you survey his profile. Lights from the highway flick over his features, casting him in alternating illumination and shadow. “I agree,” you say softly. “10 S Maple Ave.”

“Huh?” Jungkook looks over.

“My address,” you remind, lifting a brow. “It’s 10 S Maple Ave. – do you know where that is?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, switching lanes. “That’s not too far from my place.”

Hearing him say this, you sit up in your seat. “Your place?” you repeat, confused. “You live around here? I thought... you were a part of Frontman’s crew?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “I am,” Jungkook says. “Kind of. Whenever Frontman’s in town, I like to manage their performance myself but more accurately, I’m their lead sound engineer.” He grins. “Aaron and I go way back.”

Staring at him, your mouth drops a little. “That seems like a crucial bit of information to leave out.”

“Oh.” Jungkook pauses, then shrugs. “Well, add that to the list of flaws, I guess.”

“Great. I’m also adding you’re kind of a dick.”

Jungkook laughs, choking on the sound. “You can insult me however you like, I can take it.”

“Oh, really?” you say, curling your legs higher to face him. “And why is that?”

Smirking, his gaze flicks to yours. “Each insult you give just makes me want to wipe that smirk from your face even more. Makes me want to hear my name moaned even louder.”

Mouth turning suddenly dry, your fingers grip the edge of his seat. “That… you…”

“Yes?” he says calmly, tilting his head.

Having no response, you face forward. Far be it from you to acknowledge the sudden heat in your veins, the way his look makes you want to pull over the car. “We’ll see about that,” you mutter, staring out at the road.

Jungkook exhales, continuing to drive and although your conversation continues, it is only surface-deep. He asks you a question, you answer and vice versa, while in the back of your mind, there is only one thing you think about. Fucking him every way imaginable – in the kitchen, on your sofa, in the shower. Jungkook taking you hard from behind, his fingers digging into your ass. Maybe once or twice with him on top, powerful thighs thrusting into you with ease. Already you know you are wet and Jungkook has not even touched you yet, has not even kissed you.  

You are so busy thinking about him, you barely notice the moment you arrive. Jungkook parks on the street beside your building, background music still playing, soft on the stereo. When you glance sideways at him, he is already looking your way.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, even though you both know the night is not over.

His grip tightens on the steering wheel, then releases. “Not a problem. I hope you get in safely.”

“Oh,” you say, glancing over his shoulder. “To be honest… the guy who lives next door is kind of a creep. I wouldn’t mind if you walked me to my apartment?”

“Sure.” Jungkook nods, turning off the car. “That seems like a good idea. Whatever you want.”

Unbuckling your seat belt, you exit – Jungkook follows, locking the car behind him. “Better to be safe,” he explains, holding open the door to your lobby. “I won’t be gone for long, but you never know.”

“Of course,” you say. Grabbing his hand, you step into the elevator. “Just in case.”

Jungkook’s fingers trail your wrist, sending sparks down your spine. “You should probably stand closer,” he murmurs when the elevator starts to rise. “Just as a precaution.”

“Mm,” you agree as Jungkook steps forward, hovering before you. His hands slide down your sides, your back hitting the elevator. “How sensible.”

Jungkook inhales, bending his nose to trace from neck to jaw. “Sensible – my middle name,” he murmurs, lips stopping at yours.

“I thought your middle name was fucking,” you say, hips pressing upwards. “Jung-fucking-kook.”

“If you want it to be,” he agrees, opening your lips with his own.

His kiss is hot, bruising while your mouths move roughly together. Jungkook’s hand digs into your hip, the weight of his body heavy and you cannot help but moan when his leg pushes between yours. Arms finding his neck, you press yourself closer – Jungkook tastes like the gum he was chewing, although this dissolves in your mouth the longer you kiss.

When the elevator dings, you do not want him to stop. Breaking out of his grasp, you struggle to catch your breath before pulling him into the hall. “This way,” you say, adjusting your top. “I think I’d feel better if you... checked out my place.”

Jungkook chuckles, coming up from behind to kiss the nape of your neck. You pause at your door, fumbling with the keys because Jungkook’s arms are already around you. His lips are hot on your throat, hands soft on your hips and your eyes keep fluttering, losing yourself in his touch.

“Jungkook,” you croak, nearly unrecognizable. “Please… I have to get open the door.”

He lets go, taking a step backwards but just one look at his face shows he is as affected as you. Jungkook’s breathing deepens, gaze dark while you shove the door open. Barely do you make it inside before he shuts the door and you are finally alone.

“Come here,” Jungkook growls, pushing you against the frame. He kisses you rough and you respond to him in kind. Your purse hits the floor, biting down on his lip. Jungkook’s breath hitches, making a mad scramble for the hem of his t-shirt.

Grabbing your wrists in one hand, he yanks these above you and pins your back to the door. Jungkook kisses your neck as you shiver, his other hand drifting towards the front of your jeans. He stays there for a moment – his lips painfully teasing while he holds you taut to the wall.

“Jungkook,” you moan, into his mouth. “I want to touch you.”

“Do you?” he says, hand grazing the curve of your breast. His thumb flicks a nipple, making you squirm. “How bad?”

“Bad,” you gasp, head hitting the door while he sucks a bruise to your neck. “I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you all night.”

Keeping your hands overhead, Jungkook lowers his thumb and traces your wrist. “You couldn’t?” he murmurs. “What did you think about?”

“Everything,” you confess, barely over a whisper. “Your dick in my mouth, your head between my legs, you fucking me sideways – bent over, on top, below me. Any way and every way, God.”

Jungkook hisses, the noise painful. “Shit,” he mutters. “I wanted to tease you more, wanted to see you beg underneath me but…” With a whine, he grabs your wrist to lower your hand to his pants. “You’re so fucking hot, I’m practically bursting.”

Eyes wide, you trace over his bulge – Jungkook was not kidding when he said he was hard. Pushing his hips forward, you feel the clear outline of his dick and when you swallow, Jungkook brings his thumb to your lips.

“Suck,” he commands, and you obediently open.

Lips closing around him, you start at the base of his finger. Hollowing your cheeks, you pull back until he stares at you in awe. You repeat this, adding tongue until Jungkook groans, imagining the same on his cock. Free hand finding his belt, he unbuckles this quickly and lets it fall to the ground.

Before he can utter a word, you drop to your knees. Staring up at him, you spread your legs slowly. There are some who do not like to suck dick, feeling it allows for little attention while they do so. You feel exactly the opposite. The sight of a guy undone by your touch; turned in to a needy, whimpering mess – for you, this is more of a turn-on than most guys eating you out.

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees you on your knees. Keeping his gaze, you tug his jeans to the floor. Jungkook is left in only his underwear, those powerful thighs concealed from your view – it seems wrong to keep them hidden and so, you gently pull his underwear to the ground. Inch by inch, Jungkook’s cock is revealed and when he stands naked before you, you sit back.

He is incredibly turned on – if that was not obvious from the way he keeps licking his lips, hair messy and ragged from his hands running through it – it is clear by the thick shaft of his cock, erect from his hips. You stare for a moment, gaze tracing over his veins, his tip hardened and red. When you bend to lick upwards, Jungkook barely is able to stifle his moan.

Closing your mouth over the tip, you gently add your hands. Jungkook groans even louder, eyes fluttering shut when your hands slide even lower, stroking him fast while your mouth sucks him off.

“Shit,” he exhales, sounding a little unsteady. “Y/N, god.”

Emboldened, you suck harder. Lowering a hand to his balls, you run your fingers over him gently, pulling him closer to deep-throat at the same time. The combination is overwhelming, you can tell by his expression – eyes scrunched up in pleasure, roughened moans on his lips. Jungkook reaches suddenly down, grasping your hair. When he pulls your head forward, you try not to gag.

“Look at me,” he gasps. When you do, Jungkook inhales at the way your eyes water. Gaze narrowing, his thighs flex as he fucks your mouth. “You look so pretty like that,” he murmurs. “Taking all of my cock. Can you fit more, baby?”

Moaning in approval, you let him feel the vibrations while you relax your throat. Jungkook’s expression turns to bliss and his hips stutter for a moment before he regains his motion.

“Shit,” he exhales, thrusting harder. “You’re so good, Y/N… so fucking good, holy – I’m going to come, ah!” With a gasp, he withdraws his cock from your mouth. Exhaling deeply, Jungkook’s chest rises and falls while you sit back on your heels.

“What’s wrong?” you say, innocent from your place on your knees.

Jungkook opens his eyes, staring at you swollen lips and spread legs. “Get up,” he rasps. “Take off those clothes.”

Standing slowly, you tilt your head sideways. “No,” you say, smug. “Undress me.”

Jungkook pauses a moment before moving, striding fast to your side. Pulling you forward, into a kiss, he makes you to feel every inch of him. Cock digging into your stomach, his fingers slide into your hair and when he is done with your mouth, he breaks free. Jungkook’s hands find your shirt, lifting the material overhead to drop down on the floor.

His fingers slide beneath your jeans’ waistband – you did not wear fishnets tonight, opting for less complicated clothing. Jungkook undoes first one button, then the next until your jeans are shoved down to the floor. Kneeling, he presses a kiss to your panties.

He hovers for a moment, breathing in your arousal and you whimper at the sight, nearly breaking control. Gaze flicking upwards, Jungkook meets your own. “Are you already this wet?” he murmurs, slipping a finger between your legs. He strokes over your underwear. “Just from sucking me off?”

“Yes,” you whisper, watching him stand.

Jungkook does not respond, leaning forward to open your mouth with a kiss. His hands slide down your body, gripping your ass and grinding his hips against yours. You give in, arms curving about him while Jungkook undoes your bra with one hand. The straps are quickly shrugged off, leaving you mostly naked against him.

Jungkook bites down on your ear. “Where do you want me to fuck you?” he pants, fingers pushing your panties aside. He slides in a single digit, making you gasp – you stand halfway on tip-toe while he finger-fucks you in your living room.

“I,” you groan, tipping your head back. “I don’t care – I just want you to fuck me.”

Jungkook chuckles, sucking rough against your throat. “Just once?” he teases, curling his finger inside, then adding another. His thumb brushes your clit and you whimper, grabbing hold of his biceps to keep from coming undone.

Normally, it would take much more than this to get you off. There is something about him, though – the night, the build-up and Jungkook’s lips and his fingers. It all hits in just the right way. “Oh,” you gasp, when his thumb circles the hood of your clit. Biting down on your lip, you bury your face in his shoulder.

Jungkook’s chuckle vibrates your body. “I want to fuck you more than once tonight,” he says quietly. “In each way imaginable. I want to spread you out on your bed and lick your pussy until you scream – but that may have to wait until the second time, because I’m fucking dying to be inside you.”

“Oh?” you groan, too concentrated on the feeling of his fingers inside your soaked cunt.

“Mm,” Jungkook nods, continuing his torturous motion. “I might come just standing in front of you – that’s how hard I am. Y/N,” he groans, pleading. “Please let me fuck you.”

Already, your body is tightening, clenched around the length of his fingers and you nod, jerking your head towards the door. “Let me get a condom,” you say, while Jungkook withdraws from your body.

He nods, bringing his hand to his mouth and you watch, jaw slackening, as he licks his fingers clean of your juices. 

“Hurry,” Jungkook exhales, his gaze dark.

The sight leaves you weak, body trembling as you disappear into the bathroom. When you emerge with a condom, you fairly fling it his way. “Put that on,” you demand, shimmying free of your panties. “I want to be fucked by you from behind, over the armrest of this couch.”

Jungkook stares at you a moment, before coming to his senses and ripping open the packet. He is at your side within seconds, pulling you forward – he does not turn you around just yet, opening your mouth against his in a heated kiss.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, playing with your nipple between you. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. I swear to god, Y/N... what are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know,” you groan, because you do not – you have no idea what this is, nor why he feels like an addiction. Wildfire spreads through your veins and you only know that you want him, and want him now.  

Jungkook nods, turning you around. When he spreads your legs to either side, you inhale. His cock teases, brushing over you for a moment – he trails a slick path from your clit to cunt several times. He does this again, until you whimper against him and then he grabs for your hips, pushing inside.

You gasp, chest hitting the couch as your hands scramble for purchase. Jungkook groans, unmoving and stays like that for a moment, cock buried inside you. He is so large, stretching you in the best way possible and when he withdraws from you halfway, you whimper in protest.

Chuckling, Jungkook’s hands smooth your back. “What?” he asks, kissing your neck while he slowly pushes back in. “Is that better?” he murmurs, hips rolling against you. “Do you feel better like that, full of my cock?”

Nodding, your fingers clench around nothing because fuck, you have never felt like this before – never been so turned on, so aware of your partner. Jungkook seems to slip in and out, that is how wet you are for him and rather than be turned off by this, Jungkook hisses in pleasure.

“I can’t take how fucking drenched you are,” he murmurs, fingers spreading your arousal. “You feel so fucking good. I’m about to cum right now, inside you.”

“Do it,” you moan, arching your back while he fucks you. “I want you to cum, baby – please, I can’t take it much longer.”

Jungkook speeds up, hips moving faster. Your legs somewhat collapse, knees hitting the couch. Now it is only Jungkook’s hands holding you up, pulling you onto him with each thrust of his hips – he fucks into you roughly, letting the couch brush over your clit.

“Shit,” you gasp, knowing he will leave bruises but not caring in the slightest. Nothing matters besides his cock hitting deep, your entire body clenching with each stroke and when he makes a strangled moan of your name, it is too much. “Fuck!” you cry, pushing your hips backwards. “Please, Jungkook – oh! I’m going to come, I can’t, I – Jungkook!”

With a final groan, you let go – waves of pleasure crashing around you. Jungkook makes a choked noise of approval, feeling you come. He keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm until he gasps out your name and releases as well. 

Dazed and fucked out, you simply lay there like that – Jungkook’s chest rises and falls, pressed to your back before placing a soft kiss to your spine and slowly withdrawing.

Exhaling shakily, you move to sit on the sofa – feeling suddenly self-conscious, you grab a pillow before you. Jungkook removes his condom to tie in a knot, tossing this into the garbage and glancing at you.

“Why’re you so far away?” he asks, noticing your expression. Walking closer, he smooths a hand through his hair that does nothing to fix it.

Shrugging, you hold the pillow tighter. “I – I wasn’t sure, if…”

Jungkook expression softens. “I...” He exhales, almost hesitant. “I was hoping you wanted someone to lie beside you tonight?”

Cheeks heating, you stare. “I – only if that person wanted to, that is.”

“I want to.” Jungkook moves closer. Lowering one knee to the sofa, he brushes your lips with his. “If you want me, too.”

Pillow falling, you reach up to kiss him – properly, tongue and all. “I’d like that,” you whisper, grinning when his forehead drops to your own. “Besides, didn’t you say something about a second time…?”

Jungkook’s answering smile is wicked. “And a third and a fourth,” he agrees, standing up from the couch. “Might want to go get some Gatorade, it’s going to be a long night.”

“Hm. Isn’t that a Frontman lyric?”

Jungkook pauses in the door to your bedroom, scowling over his shoulder. “Give me ten more minutes to get hard, and I’ll wipe that name from your lips.”

Giggling at his petulance, you scramble up from the couch. “You should send that to Aaron,” you nod, brushing past. “As a song title idea.”

“That’s it!”

Squealing, you dart past when Jungkook makes a grab for your waist and, tumbling into bed, you grin at him from the covers. Jungkook flips you off, walking into your bathroom and you laugh out loud, unable to help it.

It is hard not to consider what he said on your couch. Honestly, you have no idea what this is, either – but it sure as hell is something. Something much, much better than bedding the lead singer of Frontman.

© kpopfanfictrash, 2018. Do not copy or repost without permission.

[gennybfromtheblock]

Modern AU characters and their sex toys blame @arsenicandfinelace

Theon: buys one of those crazy giant dildo’s for fun no one uses it. Once after being shitfaced he fucks himself with it he can’t walk for a day.Robb calls him theoff for weeks.

Jon: ultimate vanilla bitch scared of sex shops Theon buys him a penis enlarging pump for a birthday joke Jon’s mad he can’t say it doesn’t work without saying he’s used it four or five times.

Samwell: second in command vanilla bitch can’t say the word sex out loud without stuttering. Gilly drags him in a sex shop once and he knocks over a display.

Robb: takes if you like it then you should of put a ring on it to include his dick

Sansa: found a way to rhinestone a vibrator she wants to come on luxury.

Arya: has a lock box of toys, lubes and naked Polaroids of Gendry in her wardrobe.She had to hide everything after Lommy and Hot Pie stole all the condoms and had a water fight.

Gendry: the boy is game for any kind of orgasms tbh.He’s got a strap on in one of his broken backpacks and a flesh light Arya got him for his birthday.He did accidentally video chat Anguy with it thinking it was Arya.....it was not.

Brienne: gets an all in one vibrator she wants it effective and to do it’s job and boy does it guess that’s what happens when you research for a month on it.

Missandei: a butterfly vibrator because sometimes you want a pussy eaten not your face.

Daenerys: a dom babe with full get up;  a whip, a corset and a selection of toys loves anal beads.

[ravenofthefandoms]

Here are my thoughts on S8E2!

REAL QUICK THO AN ANGRY REMINDER

If you’re gonna post about an episode after watching the leak TAG UR SHIT I saw way too many spoilers and literally two hours before it aired. If you can’t tag ur shit then don’t post at all until it’s over. At least then most people have seen it. If you don’t tag ur shit then ur legally an asshole so be careful

ANYWAYS Thoughts from S8E2:

- Hi yeah did Dany kinda forget that her dad was the Mad King or is she just gonna act like she’s the only one with the right to want Jaime dead?

- Also I love how she’s like “your sister lied to me wut you gonna do about it”

- She needs to step oFF of Tyrion

- I hope Jaime really does slit Dany’s throat tbh how great would that be

- Bran is great fuckin hilarious

- YAS BRIENNE DEFEND YO MANZ

- God I love Sansa so freaking much 😭 she actually values her advisors opinions unlike another queen I know

- I love how Dany expects Jon to be like “yeah babe whatever you want” and then he’s like “nah Sansa’s right”

- Grey Worm I love you but you’re not intimidating buddy I’m sorry

- Jonno does a 10/10 walkout

- Tyrion you don’t deserve this work environment abuse go give your wisdom to someone else who deserves it

- Mmmmmmm Gendry what a man

- “It’s strong enough” what ur dick?

- “What do they smell like?” What kinda question is that wtf

- PSA: sharp objects handled by Arya Stark turn on Gendry pass it on

- Arya Stark, Queen of BDE

- Fuck yes I love this Bran and Jaime reunion

- Bran is like it’s chill tbh it’s like a good thing that you pushed me out the window and made me a cripple cuz now we’re here and I’m a magical motherfucker

- Bran is the most understanding person ever after he became the Three Eyed Raven

- “She’s your new queen too” mmm no

- Actually, contrary to popular belief Tyrion, it’s not hard to blame her

- Tyrion is both smart and a dumbass at the same time how the fuck

- Jaime’s like a dog who just heard a squirrel like “????brienne?????”

- Podrick isn’t a boy anymore HE IS MY MANZ AND HUSBAND AND HOLY FUCK HE GOT HOT SO FAST LIKE THE LIGHT FACIAL HAIR? WET. SWORD FIGHTING SKILLS? WET.

- Awww Brienne and Jaime are like the awkward high schoolers who have a thing for each other

- Why does Jorah still call her Khaleesi

- I’m glad Jorah isn’t a dumb bitch. Like he literally betrayed Dany to her brother’s killer and she still forgave him but Tyrion decides to trust his sister for once??? Nope he fucked up too bad not trustworthy

- Uhhh the position wasn’t Jorah’s to be stolen

- This scene is proof that Daensa will never happen and I am glad for it

- “I wish I could have that kind of faith in my advisors” uhh??? Maybe get some new advisors then??? You should trust them??? That’s why they’re your advisors????

- PREACH SANSA CLAPBACK ON THAT BITCH BEING A HYPOCRITE

- Uh no a) the northerners accept Sansa pretty well they actually like her and b) you’re not doing a damn good job of it dumb bitch

- Uh the family that destroyed Sansa was your family dumb bitch

- Is this bitch really making the excuse that she was manipulated?¿?

- This bitch big stupid

- This scene literally reminds me of high school like Dany literally reminds me of those fake ass bitches who were sickly sweet just to get what they want from me like wtf Dany is so obviously fake that it makes me cringe

- BREAKER OF CHAINS MY ASS THE NORTH BROKE THEIR OWN CHAINS AND NOW YOU WANNA PUT THEM BACK ON DUMB BITCH EHHA (read that ehha as Cardi B)

- THEOOOOOOON YAS

- I love how he just ignores Dany and is like SANSA I WANNA SERVE U BB

- Suddenly I ship Theonsa

- This Theonsa hug is all I have ever needed in life

- Isn’t that the thief from Merlin?

- I love that little Irish girl who’s like “imma fight give me a sword” like is this Arya 2.0??

- I heart Gilly

- “I’ll defend the crypt then” YES YOU WILL LIL HUNNY YOU’LL DO A DAMN GOOD JOB OF IT TOO

- EDDAAAAAAAY AND TORMUND YAS MY FAVE BITCHES

- Tormund is like surprise bitch you getta hug me first

- Beric is basically that cool as fuck and chill as hell uncle

- “The big woman”

- We love a Jon Snow pep talk

- Bran is like “hi yeah I’d like to be uhhh bait”

- Damn Samwell you didn’t have to flex on us like that with that deep thinking aight

- YES THEON REDEMPTION ARC AS FUCK

- Noooooo let Tyrion fight you ain’t his boss bitch (I mean you are but)

- Need it for what? Taking over the north?

- “No one’s ever tried” hehe I’m in danger

- Stark fam looking badass as fuck

- Walkout #2 isn’t as smooth but still acceptable

- “It’s a long story” bitch I got time start talking

- I CACKLED when those girls walked away from Missandei like I felt bad but that was just such a “you can’t sit with us” moment

- CAN GREY WORM AND MISSANDEI JUST GO TO NARTH AND STAY THERE FOREVER AND GROW OLD TOGETHER PLEASE

- WE WILL PROTECT YOU IM CRYINGGGGG

- Ghost is that you homie????

- Awww the Nights Watch reunion made me tear up a lil

- Sam’s like “I AINT NO BITCH I KILLED A WHITE WALKER KILLED A THENN AND STOLE BOOKS FROM THE CITADEL IM THE BADDEST BITCH AROUND”

- I love this banter with my whole entire heart

- i miss grenn and pyp so much I’m crying grenn was my pre-Pod husband

- I love Lannister brother moments so much they are so pure

- Oprah is handing out redemption arcs left and right wOw

- PODRICK HE IS A MAN NOW HE IS MY HUSBAND HE IS JUST SO SEXY NOW

- CACKLINGGGGG “half a cup” pours in half the wine jug

- What a squad

- TORMUND MAKES ME LAUGH SO FUCKIN MUCH

- He’s the awkward kid who tells weird stories and then does weird shit

- “Kingslayer get it right” - Jaime on the inside

- Everyone just has a “wtf” look on their face and I’m dying

- I. AM. CACKLING. AT. TORMUND. SEND HELP

- I fucking love Sandor with my entire heart and soul

- “I fought for you didn’t I?” Touche you got her there

- *sandor doesn’t get to sit by himself* fINE WHY DOESNT THE WHOLE FUCKING NORTH COME SIT BY ME TOO HUH IF YOU ALL WANT TO. CROWD. ME HUH???

- “I’m not gonna sit with you old shits I’m gonna go fuck a bull I mean uhhhhh I gotta go ”

- Arya being lowkey jealous makes me cackle like a witch

- “Is that your first time?” “Well yeah Arya I don’t put leeches all over my dick every time I get home wtf”

- YES ARYA GET THAT DICK HUNTY YASS RIDE HIM TO STORMS END HUNTY YAAAAAAS

- ARYA IS DOM AND GENDRY IS SUB PASS IT ON

- Arya having her first time be CONSENSUAL and with someone she loves makes me happy as fUCK

- GENDRY IS THE PUREST MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR (only after Pod though)

- All I want at this point in my life is for Podrick to hold me in his big strong arms like I just wanna cuddle him fUCK

- “Not a Ser?? Why the fuck not get outta here with that bullshit”

- “I never wanted to be a knight” Podrick: I call bULLSHIT

- Tormund is supportive of Brienne even when she’s dating another guy he doesn’t even care

- WE WAITED SO LONG FOR BRIENNE AND JAIME TO HAVE A ROMANTIC AND INTIMATE MOMENT AND WE GOT AND BRIENNE EVEN GOT WHAT SHE DESERVES OUT OF IT

- Podrick is Brienne’s proud son I am living for it

- BRIENNE’S SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS THING ON THIS WHOLE ENTIRE EARTH IT MUST BE PROTECTED

- Honestly Tormund just wants to see Brienne happy and successful and tbh I don’t think he would care if that meant that she was with Jaime

- I stg if anything happens to babygirl Lyanna i will throw fists she looks like such a little bad ass in her armor omg she’s adorable

- Yeah Jorah you don’t gotta wield it in Randals memory he was kind of an asshole

- Can Podrick sing me to sleep every night please holy fUCK

- Theonsa? Check. Gendrya? Check. Grey Worm and Missandei? Check. Podrick making my whole self thirsty for him? Check.

- Uhhh Daenerys are you not gonna be concerned that you were idk fuckin your nephew or maybe that you aren’t the last Targaryen???? Maybe something important like that not the Iron fucking Throne???

- This bitch really thinks that Bran and Sam were lying hAh she drank a lot of dumb bitch juice this episode

- Daenerys is like those anti-vaxxers or flat earthers who refuse to see the facts

- Fun fact: episode 3 is going to tear out my heart and soul, put them in a blender, and then fucken shook it until it exploded like a coke with a mento in it

- I read somewhere that said something to the effect of characters who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it and that sounds like Dany w/ the Mad King to me rn

- Honestly every time Dany talked in this episode I got pissed off so that’s not good

- People be like “aw this episode was so boring” like bITCH ARE YALL MISSING THESE GREAT DOMESTIC MOMENTS?? GAME OF THRONES ISNT ALL STABBY AND SHIT IT CAN BE NICE FOR ONCE

- This episode made my heart full and I’m going to cry

- Ummmmm in case y’all haven’t seen in Dan Portman (Podrick) posted on his Instagram and it may or may not be a spoiler and if it is then I’ll kill myself

[targaryenparty]

Targaryen Restoration: is it bittersweet? Or is it too disney?

I see many people claiming that an ending with both Daenerys and Jon ruling together would be too disney, too predictable or too happy for GRRM’s style of writing. The thing is: aren’t Targaryens the most ambiguous family in Westeros? From what I’ve seen, people’s opinions about them (and I mean people inside the story and the fans/public, outside of it) seem to be either: they are amazing or they are terrible. And isn’t that kinda the definition of a bittersweet ending? Being divided because it is good, but at the same time bad? Something happy, but sad? Something ambiguous, that we can’t really define?

I think Targaryens regaining their dominance over the country is the most realistic GRRM “style” of ending. Notice how I’m purposely avoiding saying that they will sit on the throne, cause I don’t even think there will be one at the end the story. Judging from the few things George has said about his endgame (1. it will be happy, but bittersweet and 2. not naive like it happened in Lord of the Rings, when Aragorn had no ruling experience but somehow managed to ‘rule wisely’), it makes sense to expect that the two characters who spent the whole series being groomed to rule (more than any other character) are the ones ruling wathever is left in the end. 

But it’s too predictable! If you think this has a happy ending, you’re not paying attention! One of them will die! Two of the main characters ruling with a family is to disney for Game of Thrones! Is it? Well, if they were Starks, maybe. Starks are the ones universally liked and seen as the honorable heroes. And a “disney ending” is all about that: rewarding honorable heroes for going throught shit and giving them a happy and hopeful ending. But Targaryens aren’t seen as heroes in this universe. So how could an endgame that is hopeful for them be considered a disney ending? 

It’s been stated many times in the series that Targaryens “cannot be trusted”, or that every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. Or how dragons do not plant trees. Targaryen fans (like me) may argue that those are nothing but preconceived views some people wrongly have of them, but it’s still how they (and a big part of the fandom) feel, and this hate sentiment won’t change, no matter how good Jon and Dany prove to be. 

For Targaryen fans, a restoration would be more happy than bittersweet, obviously. But what about the northerners? Would it be happy for them? Or anyone in Westeros who is afraid of them? Or for the huge part of the fandom that hates them? Or for people from the general audience who have been influenced by the story itself not to trust them? Targaryens could have easily been written to be perfect creatures and the ultimate good guys like the Starks. It would actually be way easier for George to make them godlike, insanely beautiful and morally perfect human beings. But instead, he chose not to. 

George made them flawed in a way that made them incredibly ambiguous and controversial. And I believe he did that on purpose. So at the end of his story, if the Targaryen dynasty is restored, the public/readers wouldn’t be fully happy about it. I mean, most people would be happy for Jon and Dany finding happiness and building a family. But they are, after all, an incestuous couple, and a family for them means for us (and Westeros) that generations of Targaryens will follow them. How can the public know these next Targaryens will be good like them when so many characters within the story claim they can’t be trusted? How can we know if one of them won’t be mad like Aerys since so many characters talk about this supposed ‘Targaryen madness’? How can we know that one of them won’t fuck up like Rhaegar did and then restart the game of thrones all over again? How can we know if somehow along the way, one of their descendants won’t hatch a dragon egg and use it to terrorize Westeros? We won’t know. And I think that’s what George wanted for his ending. That’s the bittersweet he wants. We would know the end (Daenerys and Jon rule together and try to rebuild a wrecked Westeros) but at the same time we wouldn’t (what comes after them?). We know both are ultimately good intended characters, but fans would have no way of knowing if the ones that will follow them are, and I believe we would never reach an agreement about it, because Targaryens are divisive like no other family.

So what the series has been doing from the beginning is: manipulating the public into admiring these two characters (that happen to be the last Targaryens in this world) and making us love their greatness, but also inducing us into not fully trusting them purely for their last name and what it might represents for the future of the realm (Daenerys especially, cause Jon still has that noble Stark side that automatically makes people overlook lots of things).

If we consider this, it even starts to make sense why D&D chose to change Daenerys so much from her character in the books. With less ways to give information about Targaryens, their past and their grey nature, they chose to portray that to the general audience in the obvious way: turning Daenerys into a way greyer character, colder than book Dany and more “fire and blood” than her book version. And now, in season 7, even alluding to a growing “madness” in her (which I thought was really forced and out of nowhere, but perhaps it was an easy way to establish that Targaryens aren’t disney heroes). 

This kind of ending (defined, but somehow open to interpretations) is incredibly smart, because it forces fans to try to guess, even though an agreement may never be reached. What do we do when they try to guess? We search, engage and we buy. And what would we buy? Things that could give us clues about Targaryens and their way of ruling, spin-offs series about them, books or novels with Targaryen history and characters. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that GRRM writes so much about them but not about other houses. 

[There’s this iconic brazilian book which has an ending open for interpretations, and because of it, it’s considered the greatest piece of brazilian literature ever written. It’s called Dom Casmurro, by Machado de Assis, and since 1899, fans and critics have never reached an agreement about the ending, and it’s still, to this day, extensively discussed and analyzed. All that cause the main character was really grey and it’s impossible to decide if he’s the “villain” or the “hero” of the story. Any writer would be smart to follow Machado’s formula lol]

So taking all of this into account, this is what I think the the series endgame might be:

I think the great houses that once dominated and thrived in the beginning of the story will all be left to their last survivors. Tyrells and Martels are already gone (in the show). I think Tyrion will be the last Lannister, and will have to choose between his role as Dany’s adviser and his duty to his family. I think Arya will survive, but she might leave Westeros along with Gendry (that again, is the last survivor of his house). I think Bran will die, but even if he doesn’t, he’ll never be Bran Stark again and would go further north to be the 3ER full time. So that leaves Sansa as the last Stark in Winterfell. I think Theon and Euron will both die, leaving Yara as the last Greyjoy as well. And lastly, I think Dany and Jon will both live and defeat their enemies, but they will lose Ghost, the dragons and most of their people and close friends. They will then rise as leaders and start rebuilding Westeros. By the end of the season, they’ll probably be married and with a newborn child. The other survivors will have no choice but to accept them as their king and queen (despite not approving their marriage), given their experience with ruling and their leadership during the Great War. 

And then there is, all those great houses we learned to admire in the beginning of the story will be left with a just few survivors, struggling to revive their names. And the one house that started with nothing, with just a few survivors will now start thriving and they will rule (more like rebuild) whatever is left of the land. Not only that, they will have heirs and House Targaryen will start growing strong like it once was. But the public will forever be left with the question: is it for the good of the realm? A Targaryen Restoration means the original wheel is rebuilt, and with that, we would be left to guess what comes after it starts spinning again.

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Roleplay partners wanted!

My name is Rhys. I am 21 years old, she/her, from the CT, love the color magenta, and own two orange tabbies. I’m looking for partners in my conquest to write! While I can't get responses in every day, I am almost always open to chatter and geeking out about all sorts of things.

  I write third person, past/present tense, and paragraph form. I'm a novella-ish writer, and do try to crank out at least four-six paragraphs each time I get a response in. Like previously mentioned, I want to stress that while I can't respond every day, everything I do write is full of TLC! I always want to mention this to partners beforehand, because I know some people would rather do rapid fire responses than one or two a week. My limits are pretty general; toilet stuff is a no-no. I don't like to write out top/bottom stereotypes or "seme/uke" tropes. Beastiality, pedophilia, and the like are icky things I would rather avoid.

  I write for all genders, ethnicity, and orientations! I am open to any pairings, and beyond that, varying genres.

  https://docs.google.com/document/d/18n3iuj4m9X1hBo9P2IezrKdTfkTrSKt0H34ZP6v3hHs

  LIMITS

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  No unrealistic stereotypes of queer relationships, please. Yaoi, yuri, seme/uke, etc. Can't do that. Characters need to both have versatile roles; switching, so it's fair for everyone. Though, my characters do tend to be a lot more dominating!

  {{Very welcoming of BDSM, dom/sub, but this does not mean someone needs to be penetrated every single time in order for the dom to dominate. Get it? This can also apply to heterosexual relationships. I would literally love to see female characters who top, if you know what I mean. If given the chance, I will definitely have dom!females in bdsm-related situations}}

  Furries; blegh, no thanks. Beastiality, nekos, anything of sexual animal-related nature is a no-go, fam.

  Vore, scat, bathroom stuff, pedophilia. You know the drill! ((I am not opposed to consensual, legal age and non-reproducing incestuous relationships in FICTION! Sex is fine, just no children resulting from it. Reminder; this is fictional.))

  Okay, so despite those few limits, I am actually pretty welcoming of anything else. Smut, of course. Some kink a little out there that you want to suggest? Let's do it, dude. I am open to polyamorous relationships, any queer shit you're willing to throw at me lmao I am super OOC friendly and I am pretty much a garbled mess when I get to know you! I am open to crooked relationships, ones that don't function right, fluff and all cuteness, unconditional love-- my interests fluctuate! I am down, 24/7, guys! Here's a list of fandoms and pairings below.

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  **=Craving

  Borderlands

Handsome Jack/Rhys

Handsome Jack/Rhys/Nisha

Rhys/Axton

Handsome Jack/Nisha

Fiona/Athena

Fiona/Vaughn

Rhys/Vaughn

  Until Dawn

Josh Washington/Chris

Chris/Mike

Jess/Mike

Sam/Beth

Matt/Jess

Emily/Matt/Jess

  Life is Strange

Max Caulfield/Chloe Price

Max Caulfield/Kate Marsh/Victoria Chase

Nathan Prescott/Warren Graham

Rachel Amber/Chloe Price**

Rachel Amber/Frank Bowers

Frank Bowers/Damon Merrick**

  DC

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd**

Dick Grayson/Koriand'r

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick Grayson/Wally West

Oliver Queen/Dinah Lance

Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

  Batman: Telltale Series

Bruce Wayne/John Doe**

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent/Selina Kyle

  Marvel

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tony Stark/Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Thor/Bruce Banner**

Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson**

Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson/Vanessa Carlysle

  Uncharted

Nathan Drake/Samuel Drake**

Nathan Drake/Harry Flynn**

Chloe Frazer/Nadine Ross

Samuel Drake/Rafe Adler

  Game of Thrones

Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen/Jon Snow

  TTGOT

Asher Forrester/Gwyn Whitehill

Rodrik Forrester/Arthur Glenmore

Mira Forrester/Margaery Tyrell

Gryff Whitehill/Elaena Glenmore

Gared Tuttle/Finn

Gared Tuttle/Josera Snow

  The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh

Rick Grimes/Negan**

Daryl Dixon/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

  TWDG

Luke/Nick

Javier Garcia/David Garcia**

Clementine/Gabriel Garcia

Javier Garcia/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

  The Mortal Instruments

Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago

Simon Lewis/Jace Lightwood

Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane

  Infamous: Second Son

Delsin Rowe/Reggie Rowe

Delsin Rowe/Eugene Sims

Delsin Rowe/Hank Daughtry

  Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Anyone/your dadsona (for the love of god someone give me a good, not cliche john doe dadsona and you will win my heart!! I just want to play a dad lol bring me some great ass ocs)

  Far Cry 3

Jason Brody/Vaas Montenegro

  The Last of Us

Ellie/Riley

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  Some basic ideas that I do have pretty big doc ideas for;

  A few marine biologists go to an island off the coast to study the marine life there, which in turn, turns out to be something much bigger. (Mermaid/siren prompt!)

  Soul mates; it can be like some of those AU’s where you don’t see color until you meet them, your tattooed timer counts down until then, or maybe even soulmates continuously reincarnating and one of the two has killed them for centuries in order to be “immortal”. For the first time, the victimized partner gets close enough that the other begins to fall and they start aging, together.

  Character A has an awful time living in the city; alone, and without mom's guidance, completely lost. One day they receive a call about a deceased relative, one they'd never heard of and apparently left their estate and everything in their will to A. With nothing but the clothes on their back, A took a shot and drove out to this presumed "estate", only to find that it's a mansion in a tiny little town with an eerie vibe and populated by the typical small town churchgoers and farm folk. Living in this town was a hell of a challenge; everyone was nice, too nice, and people were missing. Character B is an exceptionally charismatic, charming person and the only mechanic/handyman in town. A and B become friends, partially, when A needs to fix up the piping in their estate. A stumbles upon the attic one day, and for once, they start to get why this whole town reeked to the roots in weird shit-- their deceased relative was tracking something here in this town, having to do with all of the MIA townsfolk. DR has a board of possible suspects, and at the center? B. OSJFODSFHSDJSODFJD!!! Bonus content: B is, in fact, not the murderer, instead a vampire on a mission to track down the monster, same as DR. small towns give me honey moon vibes and I??? am so down for some kinky, albeit eventually fluffy romance between people who are trying to make it work. I actually have a doc for both TBD characters and a location. None of this is set in stone, so please share your thoughts.

  A doesn’t have any memories of their life, only being conscious and staring down at a mutilated body in a ditch. When they meet B, they learn why; welcome to limbo, they say. You just died. A has unfinished business; finding out who murdered them, why, and what else is holding them here. B is a reaper intent on helping lost souls pass over-- they were never born, and A shows them the delights of life before it’s taken. B learns to love A, and A doesn’t want to leave limbo. While A’s soul is clinging between realities, B must make a pivotal decision; squeezing tight on the concept of love, and letting A go. (BONUS!! REINCARNATION; A & B ARE GIVEN THE GIFT OF LIVING AGAIN, TOGETHER.)

  Coming of age story between two childhood friends who are separated by circumstance, and after ten years, reunite and learn that your first love doesn’t have to be the one that got away.

  Two friends drop their whole lives to go on a road trip once they turn thirty-- they elope together, leaving their unhappy lives behind them and in this grand scheme of mental breakdowns and tearful smiles, they find that love may be the only cure to a broken existence.

  In a post-apocalyptic world where a pandemic has killed off most living species, Character A is a lone wolf with little to do with other people that don't benefit him, except for a select few. A is especially rough around the edges, as he's lived through some sick shit and lived to tell the tale. A had once been part of a group dedicated to finding a cure, but things went south, and a lot of people died. A had a close bond with the leader of said group, and coincidentally they were the only survivors.  Their past together, having been deeply demented and twisted, caused them to fall out. Said leader has rebuilt a new group in the ten years since the last time they'd seen A. Character B is the only known immune person alive, and has dedicated their life to being a resource to finding a cure. A and his (current) contact/partner in crime have something taken from them, and are determined to get it back. They do some searching, and are confronted with this group-- they have what they need, but are only willing to give it to them for a favor in return. No one can outrun their past forever. (Last of Us-inspired!)

  An architect/treasure hunter is being funded an expedition to find a lost treasure and they are forced to bring along a reporter in order to receive the funds. the reporter and architect certainly don't get along in the beginning— they bicker, and clash on most fronts. the expedition wasn't meant to be dangerous. what was initially thought to be a simple job turned into something treacherous; bandits, a team of hired hitmen and their leader looking to take the treasure for themselves, and some rather supernatural elements that they both couldn't quite put a finger on. the treasure hunter and the reporter have to work together to get out of this alive, and get to the artifact before someone else does.

..and many more!! Thanks so much! If you've read through, please contact me at dotiscat@gmail.com and mention kiwi somewhere in your email. n_n

Rhys xoxo

[fyrapartnersearch]

Roleplay ad!!

Hey, guys! Name's Rhys, twenty one years old, and living in the CT. Currently, I am looking for both fandom and original roleplays-- I do want to mention beforehand, I don't want to be the one upholding the creation of story development. For the past few years, I've been forced into this, and I am especially burned out with having to deal with it all by myself. I need teamwork, cooperation, or a partnership won't work out, sorry. I do third person, past/present tense, and paragraph form. Semi-lit, please be prepared to do more than just a few sentences. Four-five paragraphs preferred, but I totally understand if the situation just calls for shorter responses, but not all of the time. The link right below this is a doc to some of my writing samples. Feel free to check them out! https://docs.google.com/document/d/18n3iuj4m9X1hBo9P2IezrKdTfkTrSKt0H34ZP6v3hHs I do m/m, f/f, m/f, f/m, any relationships; trans/nb, trans/cis, nb/cis, etc. I welcome all the LGBT, as I am of the queer community myself! Email or google docs only, please. LIMITS ------ -No unrealistic stereotypes of queer relationships, please. Yaoi, yuri, seme/uke, etc. Can't do that. Characters need to both have versatile roles; switching, so it's fair for everyone. Though, my characters do tend to be a lot more dominating! {{Very welcoming of BDSM, dom/sub, but this does not mean someone needs to be penetrated every single time in order for the dom to dominate. Get it? This can also apply to heterosexual relationships. I would literally love to see female characters who top, if you know what I mean. It's a pretty common thing, but not many people here seem down with it lol}} -Furries; blegh, no thanks. Beastiality, nekos, anything of sexual animal-related nature is a no-go, fam. -Vore, scat, bathroom stuff, pedophilia. You know the drill! ((I am not opposed to consensual, legal age and non-reproducing incestuous relationships in FICTION! Sex is fine, just no children resulting from it. Reminder; this is fictional.)) Okay, so despite those few limits, I am actually pretty welcoming of anything else. Smut, of course. Some kink a little out there that you want to suggest? Let's do it, dude. I am open to polyamorous relationships, any queer shit you're willing to throw at me lmao I am super OOC friendly and I am pretty much a garbled mess when I get to know you! I am open to crooked relationships, ones that don't function right, fluff and all cuteness, unconditional love-- my interests fluctuate! I am down, 24/7, guys! Here's a list of fandoms and pairings below. ------ ***=Craving Borderlands -Handsome Jack/Rhys*** -Handsome Jack/Rhys/Nisha*** -Rhys/Axton -Handsome Jack/Nisha*** -Fiona/Athena -Fiona/Vaughn -Rhys/Vaughn Until Dawn -Josh Washington/Chris -Chris/Mike -Jess/Mike -Sam/Beth -Matt/Jess -Emily/Matt/Jess Life is Strange -Max Caulfield/Chloe Price -Max Caulfield/Kate Marsh/Victoria Chase -Nathan Prescott/Warren Graham*** -Rachel Amber/Chloe Price*** -Rachel Amber/Frank Bowers DC -Dick Grayson/Jason Todd*** -Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson -Dick Grayson/Koriand'er -Dick Grayson/Wally West*** -Oliver Queen/Dinah Lance -Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley -Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent -Diana Prince/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Marvel -Steve Rogers/Tony Stark -Tony Stark/Bruce Banner -Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes -Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson -Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff -Peter Parker/Harry Osborn*** -Peter Parker/Wade Wilson -Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker/Harry Osborn Uncharted -Nathan Drake/Samuel Drake -Nathan Drake/Harry Flynn*** -Chloe Frazer/Nadine Ross -Samuel Drake/Rafe Adler*** Game of Thrones -Arya Stark/Gendry Waters -Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell -Daenerys Targaryen/Jon Snow TTGOT -Asher Forrester/Gwyn Whitehill -Rodrik Forrester/Arthur Glenmore*** -Mira Forrester/Margaery Tyrell -Gared Tuttle/Finn -Gared Tuttle/Josera Snow The Walking Dead -Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh -Rick Grimes/Negan*** -Daryl Dixon/Paul “Jesus” Rovia -Luke/Nick -Javier Garcia/David Garcia*** -Clementine/Gabriel Garcia*** The Mortal Instruments -Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago -Simon Lewis/Jace Lightwood*** -Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell -Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane Be More Chill -Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell*** -Chloe Valentine/Brooke Lohst -Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski Dear Evan Hansen -Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy*** Infamous: Second Son -Delsin Rowe/Reggie Rowe -Delsin Rowe/Eugene Sims -Delsin Rowe/Hank Daughtry Steven Universe -OC/OC verse welcome! Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator -Anyone/your dadsona (for the love of god someone give me a good, not cliche john doe dadsona and you will win my heart!! I just want to play a dad lol bring me some great ass ocs) Heathers -Kurt Kelly/Ram Sweeney -Heather Chandler/Veronica Sawyer -Veronica Sawyer/Jason “JD” Dean - Some basic ideas that I do have pretty big doc ideas for; -The Last of Us inspired, using the general plot of the game. -Literally anything zombie-apocalypse inspired -Sugar daddy or mommy/Sugar baby*** -Big shot CEO/Rookie -Gladiator/Royal heir -Criminal/Law enforcer -Hero/Villain, Hero/Anti-hero, etc. -Jock/Nerd (this trope is my shit omg) -Medieval families, arranged marriages -Extrovert/Introvert*** -One night stands turned into something more -Childhood sweethearts -Supernatural; demon/spirit, demon/hunter, demon/human, angel/human, angel/demon -Best friends turned lovers -A few marine biologists go to an island off the coast to study the marine life there, which in turn, turns out to be something much bigger. ((Loosely based mermaid plot, can go into much bigger detail!))*** -Super expansive GOT-like fantasy plot with backgrounds, continents, etc. -Rivaling supernatural gangs (say, werewolf packs or vampire clans) -Soul mates; it can be like some of those AU’s where you don’t see color until you meet them, your tattooed timer counts down until then, or maybe even soul mates continuously reincarnating and one of the two has killed them for centuries in order to be “immortal”. For the first time, the victimized partner gets close enough that the other begins to fall and they start aging, together. -Young person (A) inherits an old mansion in a rural town from an unknown relative. A finds that the town is off-- people are starting to disappear, and no bodies are being found. A discovers their relative was hunting the ���beast” by all of the information piled up in the attic and salt smeared in the cracks of the floors. B is a disguised demon in the small population-- they initially intended to get rid of A’s relative in fear of being exposed.. but it turns out, there is a much bigger threat than B or any of the other inconspicuous supernaturals among the town--- a monster is coming, and with it, a potential end to the world as they know it. Will B and A team up together? Can A look past B’s true evils, and can B learn to help a descendant of the infamous ‘monster’ hunters? -A doesn’t have any memories of their life, only being conscious and staring down at a mutilated body in a ditch. When they meet B, they learn why; welcome to limbo, they say. You just died. A has unfinished business; finding out who murdered them, why, and what else is holding them here. B is a reaper intent on helping lost souls pass over-- they were never born, and A shows them the delights of life before it’s taken. B learns to love A, and A doesn’t want to leave limbo. While A’s soul is clinging between realities, B must make a pivotal decision; squeezing tight on the concept of love, and letting A go. (BONUS!! REINCARNATION; A & B ARE GIVEN THE GIFT OF LIVING AGAIN, TOGETHER.) -Coming of age story between two childhood friends who are separated by circumstance, and after ten years, reunite and learn that your first love doesn’t have to be the one that got away. -Two friends drop their whole lives to go on a road trip once they turn thirty-- they elope together, leaving their unhappy lives behind them and in this grand scheme of mental breakdowns and tearful smiles, they find that love may be the only cure to a broken existence. ..and many more!! Thanks so much! If you've read through, please contact me at dotiscat@gmail.com and mention kiwi somewhere in your email. n_n Rhys xoxo

[gascon-en-exil]

Joining the Game Late: S2E4 “Garden of Bones”

Synopsis

Campfire gossip implies that Loras tops. Nothing turns Robb on like a woman who can amputate. Joffrey is like a toddler with a gun except it’s a crossbow, and he thinks girls are gross unless they’re being beaten to death. Littlefinger and Margaery poke at each other (not in a sexual way), and Littlefinger pulls out the family card to try to poke at Catelyn (in a sexual way) but doesn’t get anywhere. The wardens of Harrenhal get creative with their torture, and Arya and Gendry survive only through Tywin ex machina. The Baratheon brothers do not get on well. Dany’s negotiations at Qarth fair poorly too, but one random councilor is willing to cut himself for her. The Lannisters like their blackmail like they like their sex: in the family. In this universe if a guy removes your fingers you become his loyal vassal. Melisandre gives birth to a shadowy demon baby, as you do.

Commentary 

I haven’t been paying the closest attention to them, but sometimes these episode titles can be rather arbitrary. The Garden of Bones in the desert outside the gates of Qarth may be an evocative image, but it’s only in one scene and part of a plotline that thus far this season has been coasting along on quick bullet points. In a sense it does tie in to the recurring motif of this episode of how the common people suffer at the hands of the great no matter who they back (or don’t), but it’s less successful at conveying this point than the scene of a field medic upbraiding Robb for having no plans for what to do after he kills Joffrey, one where Joffrey forces one prostitute to beat another one probably to death, or one where peasants are being rounded up and tortured in Harrenhal as the Lannister soldiers search for information on a mysterious organization that hasn’t been introduced yet. Incidentally, how is it that Joffrey appears totally uninterested in sex and yet is able to understand the basic concepts of BDSM enough to twist them into murder? I feel like there should be a joke here about Fifty Shades of Grey and what a horrible Dom this kid is, but it’s too extreme even for that.

There’s still plenty of noble in-fighting to go around however. Some of my favorites come from Renly’s camp; Littlefinger first tries to unnerve Margaery with rumors about her marriage and she’s not having any of it, and later he makes a genuinely emotional (for him) appeal to Catelyn that she understandably rebukes with the threat of violence before he concedes to appeal to her love for her family. I’m mildly shocked that Cersei actually returned Ned Stark’s remains for repatriation, though practically speaking it’s not like they’d have any value anymore. Tyrion meanwhile gains the upper hand over his twink cousin, the one Cersei’s been sleeping with, by invoking specifically that. Another good bit, and probably the first scene involving either character I was sort of invested in, is the exchange between Stannis and his loyal vassal/smuggler Davos. Stannis correcting Davos’s grammar was funny and might qualify as a running gag after a scene earlier in the season, but the lord/vassal relationship here is deceptively complex even before you throw in Melisandre and her new religion that Stannis is wholly committed to (albeit for practical reasons) and Davos doesn’t care for. Speaking of Melisandre - I am not going to comment on what comes of the episode’s final scene until it resolves itself presumably in the next one, but damned if that isn’t one of the strangest ways to end an hour of TV imaginable.

It’s a shame the parley between Stannis and Renly didn’t involve more of the characters present, but the literal and symbolic (as in banners) fragmentation of House Baratheon was a good bit of political setup nonetheless. It’s a shame Renly is almost certainly dying in the next episode and this is all we’ll get to see of their feud.