#like imma beat the shit out of you but it also meant flirting

[sugaroto]

So funny thing-

Today 2 friends were explaining how dnd goes, and at some point one was telling us about how you gotta respect other's boundaries in the game

For example if someone says they're uncomfortable with kids being killed then your character shouldn't go off and kill children etc

Kinda like how trigger warnings work yknow

And later when I was explaining a little about aftg to him (me and my friend who has read it keep making references to it, so now he wants to read it) so I was like "wanna hear the 32 trigger warnings?"

And I read the list

And at some point the other dude was like "I like how you were telling them about being careful of the dark stuff before and now they're bombarding you with worse stuff"

Yeah they probably didn't see that coming

[rebel-without-cause-x]

Fight For Love

Jax Teller x Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by: @chibsytelford​ I have a request - Chibs and Jax want the same woman - she doesn't know them, so they compete for her attention by like buying her flowers or whatnot. You can decide who wins her, if either of them do!

Taglist: @talicat713​ @nothingeverdies​ @mrspeacem1nusone​ @teapartydreams​ @corebore123​ @khyharah​ @itmejado​

Parking your car in an empty space you slowly climbed out, every part of your body that could be crossed was right now. You was in desperate need of a job and ever since you moved to charming you had no luck that was until you heard Teller-Morrow was looking for a new mechanic. You literally jumped at the chance, cars where your life, blood and soul.

Glancing back at your car you smirked at the candy red fiesta ST shining proudly in the sun.

"You don't see many of them over here" a women smiled "is it an import?"

"Yeah she is" you smiled "couldn't live without my beast, what gave it away, the plates or the fact it's right hand drive"

"Both" she laughed "I'm Gemma"

"Y/N" you smiled "I phoned up about the mechanic position"

"Okay follow me sweetie, I will show you around the lot then we will have a chat" Gemma nodded.

As you was walking around the actual garage, you saw someone struggling, mainly because they had the wrong tool.

"I don't mean to intrude but try using the ratchet with the extender and the 20mm socket it will make your life easier" you smiled softly. "You will get slightly more leverage on the nut then it should crack"

"Thanks lass" the scott nodded swapping tools, a grinned formed on his face as he managed to finally get the blasted nut off. "How did ye know wha size from tha far away?"

"Cars are my passion, grew up working on them back home as my dad was a mechanic" you nodded, everyone always looked impressed that you knew your shit, mainly because there wasn't many female mechanics.

"I'm Filip by the way but everyone calls me Chibs" he smiled.

"Y/N" you nodded before following Gemma again.

Once she had shown your around she took you into the office, you was grateful it wasn't a proper interview.

"So from what you have told me, I am impressed with your knowledge not may girls know their way around an engine" she smiled "and I think you will be a good fit around here so can you start tomorrow?"

"Of course I can" you beamed "I can be here for 7.30, am I okay bringing my own tools?"

"Whatever makes you feel at home" Gemma smiled "I will get my son to follow you home and he can load them into the truck so you have them for morning, I will also get you some overalls and shirts with your name on"

"Thank you for this opportunity you won't regret it" you grinned at her.

After around 10 minutes a blond guy approached you.

"I'm assuming you are Y/N" he smirked.

"The one and only" you grinned lighting a smoke.

"Jax" he nodded "mom said you needed a hand moving some tools over"

"Urm yeah you might need to of yas" you smirked "let's just say I have a few"

"Not very often you get females in the mechanic game" Jax nodded as his eyes ran over your car "but something tells me you are a car girl"

"What gives that away" you laughed unlocking the car.

"Just a feeling" he winked "imma just get Chibs then we will follow you"

You leant against the wing of your car with a smirk on your face. Something told you that you was going to have fun working here. Seen as the two guys you had seen were very easy on the eye.

- - -

All the boys were chilling around the lot.

"It's nice to get another female around here" Jax laughed as he grabbed a beer.

"Aye, with ye on tha one" Chibs smirked "something tells me she's gunna fit in"

"Just one thing that's bugging me" Jax said sitting down "that accent"

"It's definitely a British accent but not sure where abouts" Chibs nodded. "Will ask her in the morning seen as Gem has asked me to be here for when she arrives"

Neither guy knew that they essentially were both infatuated with the same girl.

---

It had been a week since you had started at TM and you got on with the guys like a house on fire.

"Yo Y/N/N" Jax's voice boomed through the garage.

"Wha now Teller" You shouted from under the car you was working on "I'm kinda busy"

"Brought you lunch seen as you haven't stopped all day" He laughed

"Urm hate to brake it to you buddy" You laughed rolling out from under the car, grabbing your drink "Chibs beat you to it bout an hour ago"

"Bloody scott" Jax mumbled under his breath looking pissed off.

The last thing you needed was the boys starting a war over you.

"Jax it's fine, imma gal with a big appetite" You smiled taking the bag of food off him, instantly the smell of chicken nuggets hit you making your mouth water. "Thanks"

This had been going on for the last couple of days, one of them would buy you food or there would be two iced coffees sat on your tool chest when you rolled into work, you knew what was happening they were both trying to win you over. You wasn't going to lie you loved the attention. One day there was even a small bunch of flowers laying on your tool chest, you appreciated the gesture but flowers set your hayfever off but you didn't tell the lads that.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Jax asked offering you a smoke which you gratefully took. "There is a party tonight and you are part of this family now so you gotta come"

"I will be here" You nodded "But I will be working on the beast, she needs a tune up, new breaks and I've killed the tyres"

"That's cuz you race everywhere" Jax laughed. "I guess I will see you later yeah"

"Yuup" You nodded popping the p.

Not even 10 minutes later Chibs strolled up smiling at you.

"Ye need a hand Lass?" He asked leaning against the wall watching you bend over the engine.

"I'm good thanks Chibs just about done on this one" You nodded looking up at him.

"I might hang around for a bit if that's okay wi ye" He smirked.

"Knock yoursen out me duck" You winked

"You say some weird things" He chuckled shaking his head.

The party was in full swing, yet you was holed up in the garage, you was never one for parties, preferred the car scene, going to shows and meets but unfortunately none of that happened in Charming.

From outside the garage you heard arguing, but with your head in the engine bay you couldn't see who it was and could only faintly hear what they was talking about. Brushing it off you went back to working on your car.

It had got to the point where Jax and Chibs had ditched the party and was hanging with you. The banter was flowing and you was flirting with both as you all worked on your car until the early hours of the morning. 

---

Over the next month more gifts appeared, from flowers, chocolate, iced coffee, food. As much as you liked the attention, you didn’t know how much longer you would let it go on for. Both guys where constantly fighting for your attention and it was kinda making your head spin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose, it’s was more you couldn’t choose, you had amazing connections with both guys and clicked over different things. Also you had been burnt badly in the past and wanted to give your heart a break from relationships.

Another day meant another argument between the two over you. Dropping your spanner on the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the concrete drew the attention of both guys.

“Look I am fucking flattered that you are both fighting for my attention but this needs to fucking stop” you said causing them to look shocked at your outburst. “I know what you are doing, all the gifts I walk in to, you are both tryna win me over”

“So who would you pick?” Jax asked cockily making you shake your head.

“Yeah me or him lass?” Chibs asked.

Sighing to yourself as you lent on the bonnet of the car you was working on, you hated being put on the spot. 

“Honestly neither of yas” you said watching their faces drop. “Look I moved from Derbyshire and over to Charming to escape my past, I was in a very volatile relationship, one that I finally put an end to after 10 years. So right now I don’t want love, I don’t want a relationship okay”

Both guys stared at you dumbfounded.

“You are both amazing and honestly if I had to chose I don’t think I would be able to, I click with both of you in different ways” you shrugged. “It was fun seeing how far you would take it, but now you are arguing over me every day I need to put a stop to it”

“A understand lass” Chibs nodded.

“So no more gifts, no more lunches” you smiled “well maybe don’t stop the iced coffees” you winked before getting back to work.

As the guys waked into the club house you could hear them bickering away like an old married couple. 

“We both know she would have chose me anyway” Jax laughed playfully pinching Chibs.

“Ye wish Jackie Boy” Chibs laughed.

You knew full well that whilst you was part of this crazy family they wouldn’t stop fighting for your attention. Let’s blame that on them other being alpha males. But you knew that you would never get bored whilst they tried to eventually to win you over.

[malethirsty]

Hack: Offset

Summary: You’ve all heard about the infamous Offset ‘Hack’, now find out what caused this scandalous moment!

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap)

Working as a lucrative dancer in Atlanta, in the first ever inter gender stripping troop was no easy task. Many think that it would be easy to get up on stage & shake your ass for a living, but no, not only is rhythm a big part but you also had to contend with sleazes wanting to grab you all over, slut shamers decrying the work you were doing to earn your keep & homophobes blasting you for turning other straight men, when they didn’t recognize they were on the DL in the first place, so NO being a sex worker is not easy, it has a lot of pressure.

So when the club where you worked was booked out for Migos’s Culture Album release party, people were scrambling on all sides. Entertaining a celebrity party meant everything had to be perfect, including routines so your choreographer was working you to the bone. “What do you think they are gonna think?” Your friend Alkira asked you “Hopefully they enjoy the show, cause we’re all sweating fucking buckets trying to get it together.” “Yeah, you think Offset will bring Cardi?” You shrugged “He might, but for the sake of anyone going near her man, I hope not, we don’t need a mess her bodyguards could make.” Alkira snorted laughing “Maybe she���ll put this place on the map, maybe I’ll get a break at last!” “If she knew what’s good for her dancer team, she should. You’re one of the most dedicated here” Alkira beamed at this & walked off to get lunch. You overlooked the club, whilst it was swank, it was also tucked away in the Atlanta scene, with a fair netting of profit. Something as big as Migos having their party meant clout chasers wanting to be where Migos had traded, which would lead to a sizable profit increase. No one including yourself could afford to fuck it up.

At long last, album release party day arrived. The club full of activity as people mingled together, whereas you & the other dancers continued to rehearse your material. You heard the crowd yell from the other end & you shared a knowing look with the others: Migos had arrived. “Everyone: 5 minute warning for the stage!” Your floor manager stated, your group began to fill out & take their places on stage “Ladies & Gentleman, here to perform a Migos styled routine GENERATION THIRSTY!”

The number went so smoothly to the delight of the crowd as you all began with Motorsport which got the crowd into the set as expected, as you all squatted to twerk & turned your head to the adoring crowd, you caught a glimpse of Migos & their VIPs (Cardi among them), they were having a wade of a time watching you all perform, which only increased the performance adrenaline. As Offset’s verse began, you took front stage showing your arsenal, which really got the crowd excited, with wolf whistles sounding from nearly every part of the bar. As you began Hoop Rolling, you moved sensually to the beat, as per usual, sparing a glance out into the crowd as you went round & round. Eventually you caught sight of something that would shake the entire night up: Offset’s eyes were locked on you & he was palming his cock, the famous rapper whom was hitched to Cardi, was getting hard because of you. Like with most things that could distract a dancer, you had to pull it together and finish your part. As your verse finished & Alkira strutted up to perform her part to Cardi’s verse, you heard the crowd pop for her, which made you smile, despite what you had seen.

As the mashup turned to Quavo’s WORKIN ME & Takeoff’s Last Memory, it gave you time to regroup as you controlled yourself properly for another solo. As the last beats of Takeoff’s part began, you strutted back up to general applause to begin a brief routine to Offset’s verse on Taste. As the verse progressed you began to gyrate as the line ‘Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley’ sounded through the bar, you spared a quick glance to Offset, locking eyes with him. He nodded right at you as if to say ‘Yeah you’re gonna ride this dick’. You knew you weren’t supposed to be openly flirting with him in front of his wife, but something about him was so damn sexy that you couldn’t help it, eventually the verse transitioned to Bad & Boujee’ which got everyone up on their feet. As you performed to even more raunchier Offset lyrics, you glanced up again, him locking eyes with you again as he licked his lips, he was outright flirting with you, though why, you didn’t know. You didn’t realize you had been sweating until your verse ended & you thankfully moved to the back of the group.

After what seemed like an eternity, the number concluded to roarcus applause & many tips being thrown at you & the others. It was accustomed that the strippers would wait the tables as well, so when Alkira had been pulled to the side by a very enthusiastic Cardi, Migos lost their server & you finally took your chance. You crossed over expecting to see the full band but only Offset was sat down. “Anything I can get your sir?” He looked up “Food was being brought to the table when the other girl took our orders, but I’d like you to sit your ass up here, so we can talk.” He didn’t seem like the type of asshole you tried to pull a ‘Babe let’s go to the bathroom so I can get my dick sucked’ kind of man, so you rather nervously sat down.

“So how come you’re on your own?” You started, breaking the ice. “Quavo’s off dancing with his girl, Takeoff’s answering questions about the music from patrons & Cardi pulled the other girl away. It’s just us.” You listened to Offset fixed on him “Man, you still here?” He asked, waving his hand in your face “Oh, got carried away, sorry Mr. Offset” he laughed, grinning at you “My names Kiari” “Like the wrestler right?” “No that’s Kairi but close though!” Now you both were laughing.

Over the course of half an hour, the two of you delved into conversation about your lives, with you divulging a lot about your arrival on the Atlanta scene. “So Y/N” Kiari said “When did it become your interest to make married men question their marriages?” You faulted, your first interactions with Offset that evening were the topic of conversation “Um” you started but Kiari raised his finger to your lips “Shhh baby, I don’t need much of an explanation. You moved to my verses like that cause you want my dick, you saw during Motorsport that I was hard, how I gripped myself to show you daddy’s packing, I was vibing wit you babe. And then when I licked my lips at you, I was thinking how you’d taste better than my wife” Kiari leaned in, before you knew it & kissed you. His tongue slipped in and you lost all composure, his tongue swept around, you lost in it as you gave a quick moan. Kiari pulled away grinning “You taste great, I want more, I want you to fall apart on my dick, to be my private slut. Let’s get out of here, go to my private room.” It didn’t occur to you to disobey, you followed him to his limo.

As you arrived at his hotel room & went up to it, the tension between the two of you was white hot. One floor had been booked out, with a sign on one of the doors saying ‘Offset’ he keyed in & pulled you into the room. Slamming against the door, you kissed again, his big lips soft & beautiful on yours “Fuck baby! You’re gonna make me cum from a kiss!” You smirked “Then I should make you cum in my mouth first.” You sank down as he unshackled his pants & groaned as you sucked his cock “Oh yeah, that’s it, God damn! Deep throat my big black dick. Collect all that precum, taste it.” You swiped your tongue up his head, causing him to outwardly moan “Fuck, you’re head game’s incredible. I should pay you weekly to worship me!” You slid off to his confusion which turned to groans as you began to suck his balls “HOLY SHIT! Cardi never do this shit for me. It’s fucking amazing, keep going Y/N, Imma be so hard when I fuck you.”

As you continued you ran your hands over his nipples. “Oh fuck man, you wanna worship my whole body! Fuck.” All thought of his wife were out the window, this beautiful man was offering himself to you, and you were intending to take it all. “Keep sucking my dick baby boy! Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He shot his load down your throat, shot after shot you gulped down, the taste salty and sweet like chocolate. As you pulled yourself free, you looked up at him “Kiari, is it offensive to say you taste like chocolate?” He laughed, picking you up & kissing you again “Nah, not when you sucked the soul outta my dick! You’re a fucking star!” You grinned as he lead you to his bedroom.

He threw you onto the bed, soft as any bed you’d ever slept on, him falling on top of you, entrapping you in another kiss “Fuck, you made me hard again. You gon kill me man!” Kiari moaned as you looked down & saw once again, his cock was hard. “Fuck me Kiari, make me yours” you groaned out, Kiari taking the chance to tease you with his cock “Beg for it, you’re a fucking slut, tell me how much you love this supreme nigga dick!” You lent up “I don’t love it Kiari, I. WORSHIP. IT. I worship how good it was in my mouth, I worship how heavy it is, I worship all the precum it gave me & I worship the loads it shoots. So make me worship it again Kiari, give me your big black nigga dick!” This pushed Kiari over the edge, he lined up & thrust his cock into your ass causing you to arch up to him “OH FUCK YES KIARI, FUCK ME!” Kiari did so, you holding onto his braids as he fucked you hard, harder than any ho he’d had before “Oh fuck Y/N, your hole tight! Make my dick feel good.” You threw your head back meeting Kiari as he continued his hard rough pace.

You were in utter heaven being taken apart by Kiari’s dick. “Fuck, do dem stripper moves from earlier babe, when you threw your ass back like you riding my cock.” You grinned & began your routine, this time the backing track was replaced with groans from the both of you as his dick continued to fuck you. “You a bad bitch, bad bitches love daddy’s cock” “Yes they do daddy” Kiari groaned “Call me daddy again.” “Yes daddy, I love your big fat cock sir. How amazing it is, how it’s gonna make me bust soon! Fuck Daddy! Keep fucking me!” Kiari lost all composure slamming you to the bed & wrapping his hand round your neck he pounded harder than ever before.

“Yeah, you daddy’s bitch now. And daddy’s good bitch will take daddy’s cock like their life depends on it” he squeezes making you clench around his cock “Fuck yeah!” You reached your hand up to his neck, sliding your hands over his neck tattoo “Fuck, I’m close to cumming, but your your ass, my pull out games out the window! I’m clean, you?” You removed his hand from your neck as you leant up “Clean, on PREP, all of it Kiari.” He grinned “Good, cause daddy’s gonna bust all up in there!” Kiari continued for a few more moments before “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! OH FUCK YEAH!” His eyes & head rolled back as he came deep. You also moaned, shooting all over Kiari. Him falling onto you, hitting the bed.

“Fuck Kiari, you’re fucking amazing!” You got out, he grinned, mopping up your shot load from his chest, tasting it himself “Y/N, you taste so good. Imma have to tweet about this.” You barely paid much worry as he got his phone out & began to tweet “What if she sees?” You asked “Let her, I’ll say I was hacked or something & she’ll buy it, she feeble like that.” You laughed “Well now I need a shower to get rid of all that sweat.” Kiari pulled you up “I’ll show you it, it’s probably different than yours, I’ll show you all my colognes as well, make you fancy. Also I’ll show you how good it is to fuck ass in the shower.” You looked shocked at him “You are insatiable!” Kiari shoved you to the wall & kissed you again “Fuck yeah I am.”

Sure enough, as you awoke the next morning, the news of Offset’s ‘Hacking’ was indeed worldwide, Cardi buying right into it. As Kiari left Cardi’s room, he returned into his apartment with you. “I’m gonna have to sneak you out so she doesn’t see.” You had already spruced yourself up so you looked nice so you began to leave before Kiari called you back “I don’t want to live without your tight pussy. I want you to tour with us, be my personal dancer on stage & then after the show, I dick you down like you deserve Y/N. Here” he took your phone & gave you his number “This my private phone, text me if you interested, but after last night, I think you’re more than that.” You grinned leaning up for a last kiss for now “Show me out like a gentleman Kiari.” “Yes Y/N sir” he grinned as you both made your exit.

[cindersnightmare]

“you got a staring problem?” o.d. imagine

you hated being out this late, especially being out alone, a typical target of any wondering prophets or cholos who happened to be passing by. you knew how to handle yourself but you also knew that you couldn’t handle the dark side of freeridge all alone. as you walked down the cracked sidewalk, the street lights gleaming on the spray paint and roadside memorials, you kept your mind on going home as fast as possible. and with that, your footsteps sped up.

you knew you were almost there when you could hear music blasting from down the street. there was a santos party tonight, one you were sure would keep you up, but you knew you wouldn’t get much sleep anyway. it was too late and you already had too much on your mind. 

you started to walk by the santos house and peeked at them from the corner of your eye. there was a crowd on the porch, in the lawn, and you could see the main party through the open front door. kegs and beer bottles were everywhere, smoke flew into the air, and rap music filled your eardrums. you were hoping to pass by without getting noticed, but that didn’t happen. 

voices started to raise over the music and you heard a few guys say your name. they weren’t addressing you, they were alerting everyone that you were here. you knew the drill, and even though you hated it, you were also used to it. cholos were fond of routines and never planned to break them. 

you turned to face the guys on the porch and their eyes were already on you. you raised a brow at them and all they did was laugh before turning their heads towards the doorway. they watched as their leader stepped outside and ashed his blunt, running a hand down his face before catching your eyes from across the lawn. then that infamous smirk appeared. it almost touched the tear drop under his eye.

oscar diaz had been trying to get at you for weeks. he was relentless and charming, and even though you knew better, it was getting harder to say no every time. you always thought he was attractive. you understood why every girl on the block chased after him. but you didn’t want to fall into his trap, the one that had gotten so many people into trouble before you caught his attention.

“mi reina, what are you doing out this late?” oscar’s deep voice called out to you. 

“not your reina, ossie.” you smirked back at him as his homies hollered. 

he kissed his teeth at the nickname and masked it over with a cocky expression. “you coming to party or what?” he asked, his eyes roaming up and down your frame. 

“nah, i got better things to do, spooks.” you ran a hand through your hair, wondering when you’d be able to get off this sidewalk and into your bed. 

oscar nodded but you knew he wouldn’t let you walk away from him this soon. he always tried to keep you around him as long as possible, never wanting to stop the playful banter and flirting. “fine. imma walk you home.” as your eyes widened, he stepped off the porch and made his way towards you on the concrete.

“you leaving, spooky?” one of the guys asked, the others murmuring. oscar never left parties, especially not to walk someone home. he’d only leave if the place was being shot up. 

“yeah, don’t wait up.” he called out then placed his hand on your lower back. your plans to object were flown out the window. 

the two of you walked side by side in silence for a few moments. your long hair was blown by the light breeze and you were thankful for something to cool you down. oscar’s presence was hard to ignore, especially since you could feel his eyes on you.

you turned towards him and broke the silence. “you got a staring problem?”

a smile graced his lips and he laughed. “nah, i just think you’re beautiful, princesa.” your cheeks turned red and you looked down at your moving feet. “don’t get quiet on me. you always got something to say.”

“shut up, ossie.” you teased and lightly shoved him while he laughed. 

soon enough, the two of you were walking onto your porch. the light was still on which meant your family was waiting on you. you sighed and leaned back against the railing, oscar moving to stand in front of you. you both just stared at each other, wondering who was going to speak up first. “something on your mind?” he asked, his eyes raking over you again.

you shook your head. you didn’t really know how to talk to oscar, but you should’ve learned by now since he took every chance he could to start a conversation with you. 

he took a step forward and licked his lips, his smirk reappearing as he looked at you. “why do you keep brushing me off, mamas?” his voice had you weak at the knees, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“why do you keep pushing up on me?” you were quick to respond. 

oscar ran a hand down his face while smiling a took another step closer to you.”don’t act like you don’t like it.” he teased.

you raised a brow. “this ain’t acting, fool.” you couldn’t stop the grin creeping up on your face. all of your concerns about him and his trap weren’t even close to your mind right now. all you could think about was how long his eyelashes were and how pretty his skin was.

“mhm.” oscar mumbled before pressing himself onto you and leaning down so your noses were almost touching. “i don’t believe you.” 

oscar diaz played games. you knew that. you had heard so many stories around the barrio that made you cautious. but with him just an inch away from you, how could you help yourself?

within seconds, your lips were on his. everything around you stopped and the only thing you could focus on was him. his hands gripped your hips and your arms wrapped around his neck. you moved perfectly in sync, never missing a beat. this was the best kiss you ever had. 

when the two of you pulled away, you were catching your breath while oscar let out a chuckle. “you’re a shit actor.” he said.

you slapped his chest which made him laugh harder. ‘get off my porch, spooky.” 

he stepped up to you again. “nah, i’m good right here.” he said as his lips met yours again.

what have you gotten yourself into?

[artificialqueens]

summer lovin' (happened so fast) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare

AN: “Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”

This confession, for once, was not forced.

***

This is a very cliche thing to do, to write canon down through my own interpretation and additions but I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

((yes I’m pretty obsessed with the idea of Vanessa leaving glitter everywhere she goes and it’s probably gonna be a reoccurring theme that’s my aesthetic™ forgive me))

AO3

She had a hard time filming these confessions. There was something very unnatural for someone to sit with a camera so close to your face and just talk, mostly talk shit about other people. Brooke was not that kind of person. She was also well aware of how your words could be easily taken out of context to make an entertaining edit so she watched herself. She didn’t want to get into any drama, just focus on the challenges and do her best. She still believed, maybe somehow naively so, that getting screen time and providing interesting content behind the scenes didn’t get you to the top. What you showed on the runway did.

Brooke had met some of the queens before they started filming the show, or at least has heard about them and knew them from social media. She was close with Nina West and has talked to some of the other contestants so it was hard to comment on them in terms of first impressions. The Canadian queen already had a vague idea of who she wanted to spend her time with during the show and who she didn’t want to end up working with during group challenges.

“Who do you think is trade?”

“You mean like ‘hot’? Who do I find hot?”

She thought of it for a second and went back to her first moments in the werkroom. There were many queens she would call attractive out of drag, more or less her type. But to Brooke it was never about just somebody’s face or body; it was about the way they held themselves in relation to how they looked and there was one person that captured her attention in particular. She wasn’t sure if she’s heard her first or caught a glimpse of red across the room but Vanessa Vanjie Mateo was not someone who went unnoticed in a crowd. It already was a gag of the season that she came back and she served it from the start with her entrance look. Brooke thought she looked beautiful, so different from the trainwreck of a look that she was last seen in on the show. And then the infamous moment of untucking came. All the queens taking their faces off and keeping their eyes wide open, scanning the room, giving out scores on their own. Brooke was not too self-conscious; many years of dance training shaped her body nicely so when she walked around in an undone khaki shirt she felt some eyes on her. And then when she looked across the room she caught sight of Vanessa standing shirtless, wig off and makeup partly removed with a towel, sparkling all over from the insane amount of glitter she liked to put on herself. She was pretty tiny and toned, which somehow made the Canadian queen smile to herself. With how loud and charismatic she was it was easy to forget she was not the tallest; she didn’t take a lot of space physically, but she claimed it by spirit. The remaining gold glitter contrasted nicely with her cinnamon-colored, smooth skin. Brooke looked away before she got caught staring.

“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”

This confession, for once, was not forced.

It still hasn’t settled in. The fact that she won the first challenge. Not only the first Canadian queen on the show but also the first winner of season 11. It was all a blur of voices, happiness bubbling up her throat, the deep blue bodysuit clinging to her body in all the right places, that she desperately wanted to climb out of. The queens said their goodbyes and wrote their notes to Soju and before they knew it, they were out of drag and dragging their tired bodies to the van that would take them to the hotel. Brooke took a seat by the window and closed her eyes, listening to the other contestants chatting excitedly, expecting Nina to sit by her side. A loud, rough voice startled her from her quick nap; one that was unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“Congrats on your win, girl!” Vanessa’s smile was so broad it must have hurt her face. She looked so carefree and happy, like a child that just got their first puppy as a birthday gift.

“Congrats on making it through the first challenge.” It might have sounded meanspirited said by anyone else to any other queen, probably taken as shade but Brooke was smiling and she knew Vanessa wouldn’t take it as an insult. Instead, she seemed so excited to have survived the first episode she was almost bouncing off of walls, or at least the inside of the car.

“Thanks. I won’t let them send my ass packing so easily this season. Imma show these hoes that I’m more than just a meme. Especially when the competition is a fierce ass one. Your ass included.”

“Didn’t think you’d pay this much attention to my ass.”

“Mhm, you’d be surprised.”

Brooke opened her eyes in a flash and looked at Vanessa. She was sitting on her bent leg, the other one dangling from the seat, her body twisted towards Brooke’s. Their knees were so close they would brush against each other if the driver hit a bump on the road. There was a mischievous glint in her tired eyes and a daring promise hidden in the corner of her smirking lips. A few silver specks of glitter hid in the dips and planes of her collarbones and they shined whenever they drove by a streetlight. It looked like a never-before-seen constellation, one Brooke suddenly wanted to be the first one to discover.

She has heard stories about fooling around with your fellow queens or rather what bad of an idea that was. On the other hand, the lack of physical contact during the weeks of filming was a running joke between all the contestants and what a pain in the ass it was to all the men in wigs, pun intended. Having someone to flirt with, to let off some steam during the scarce unsupervised moments sounded inviting. The fact that they had actual chemistry was not bad either. The only thing Brooke couldn’t let happen was getting too much in her head and letting emotions take charge of her course to victory. But that she could do. Or so she thought.

They could call it off before anything even happened, blame it on shameless, innocent flirting and never go back to it again. Vanessa could touch her arm, get up and leave the van, they would smile at each other over breakfast and remain friendly during the challenges. Remain friends, no benefits added. Vanjie had already asked the question, now it was all up to Brooke to give an answer.

The van suddenly came to a halt. She didn’t even realize they had already arrived at the hotel’s parking lot. The rest of the queens started standing up, still loud, still laughing, very much oblivious to the exchange that still hung in the air and a sinking feeling sat low in Brooke Lynn’s stomach that meant a missed opportunity. Silky was making her deafening way to the front doors and tugged Vanessa with her before she had a chance to add anything else. Brooke sighed and got out of the car as well, the warm Californian air enveloping her skin like a mist. It was only their first week, much could still happen. Given that both of them stayed on the show, that it. There was a specific scent that Brooke always associated with the summertime, of concrete pavement at night cooling down after a whole day of soaking in scorching sunrays. She couldn’t wait to stand on the balcony adjacent to her room, damp skin drying from the shower and a calming cigarette between her lips, winding down after the day and mentally preparing herself for the hardships of the next one.

Most of the queens were already stepping into the lobby, Brooke being the last one to reach the building when she heard Vanessa yelling and already walking fast back outside.

“Go ahead, Mary. I left something in the van. Don’t wait up.”

She grabbed the taller queen by the hand, their fingers intertwining automatically, and Brooke only had a moment to notice how small and smooth her palm actually was, before she was being led behind the corner and backed up against the rough wall of the hotel. Vanessa pulled her down by the shirt and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Brooke wasn’t sure whether it was the element of surprise or just the tension building between them the whole day but it felt different from any kiss she has ever shared with anyone before. Like an electrifying spark that made her heart beat so fast, she was sure Vanjie could feel it, with how she was pressed against her chest.

It ended almost as fast as it started and Brooke tried to follow Vanessa’s lips, to steal one more kiss for later, to imprint the feel of the other one’s touch into her body and carry it like a honey-sweet ghost of a memory tucked in her ribcage, just under her heart. Vanessa smiled, so proud of herself, gently rocking at the heels of her feet, looking up at Brooke with something akin to wonder in her own eyes. Like she just got something she wasn’t prepared for but was pleasantly surprised. Brooke just noticed another glistening dot of glitter rested on her cupid bow. She wanted to kiss it off. Every single one adoring her collarbones, shoulders and the rest of her body.

“We better get going. Before we get busted for, y’know.” Vanessa’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and hoarse. It made something hot twist in Brooke’s stomach.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

They started at each other, savoring the moment, not knowing when they would have another chance to be this close and this alone. Despite silently agreeing on this thing being purely physical, something shifted in the air between them, in the breath they kept sharing. That overwhelming need that would sometimes come after the bodies and senses were already satisfied, that need for a different kind of closeness. Vanessa let go of Brooke’s shirt and slid her hands down the taller queen’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake, before stopping to lace their fingers together one more time. It somehow felt more meaningful than the heated exchange. Brooke ushered that thought to the back of her mind before she could start second-guessing and panicking over those weird feelings.

“I guess I’ll see you later, Miss Brooke Lynn.”

“I hope so, Miss Vanjie.”

She waited a minute before she followed the other queen, not wanting to expose them to any unwanted attention and suspicious questions. It was way too soon to tell what this thing between them would turn into. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything to even talk about. For all she knew they could get each other off a couple of times before calling it quits. Brooke has never been in a relationship but she was familiar with the ins and outs of an arrangement based on sexual appeasement. Then why was she suddenly feeling like she has never done anything like this before?

Back in her room, she stood on her balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water dripping down her toned body, falling silently into the ground. The bitter smoke from the cigarette escaped her lips like fog coming from the wings onto a stage, clouding the Los Angeles dimmed view in front of her. An unexpected shine caught her attention and she brought her hand up to her eyes to observe a lost bit of glitter clinging to her skin.

She ducked her head, smiling, thinking where it came from and how it got there. A suffocating feeling squeezed her chest and it had nothing to do with her smoking.

[ohhthereuare]

summer lovin’ (happened so fast) (branjie)

“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”

This confession, for once, was not forced.

A/N: This is a very cliche thing to do, to write canon down through my own interpretation and additions but I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Leave a comment what you think about it <3 ((yes I'm pretty obsessed with the idea of Vanessa leaving glitter everywhere she goes and it's probably gonna be a reoccurring theme that's my aesthetic™ forgive me))

AO3

She had a hard time filming these confessions. There was something very unnatural for someone to sit with a camera so close to your face and just talk, mostly talk shit about other people. Brooke was not that kind of person. She was also well aware of how your words could be easily taken out of context to make an entertaining edit so she watched herself. She didn’t want to get into any drama, just focus on the challenges and do her best. She still believed, maybe somehow naively so, that getting screen time and providing interesting content behind the scenes didn’t get you to the top. What you showed on the runway did.

Brooke had met some of the queens before they started filming the show, or at least has heard about them and knew them from social media. She was close with Nina West and has talked to some of the other contestants so it was hard to comment on them in terms of first impressions. The Canadian queen already had a vague idea of who she wanted to spend her time with during the show and who she didn’t want to end up working with during group challenges.

“Who do you think is trade?”

“You mean like ‘hot’? Who do I find hot?”

She thought of it for a second and went back to her first moments in the werkroom. There were many queens she would call attractive out of drag, more or less her type. But to Brooke it was never about just somebody’s face or body; it was about the way they held themselves in relation to how they looked and there was one person that captured her attention in particular. She wasn’t sure if she’s heard her first or caught a glimpse of red across the room but Vanessa Vanjie Mateo was not someone who went unnoticed in a crowd. It already was a gag of the season that she came back and she served it from the start with her entrance look. Brooke thought she looked beautiful, so different from the trainwreck of a look that she was last seen in on the show. And then the infamous moment of untucking came. All the queens taking their faces off and keeping their eyes wide open, scanning the room, giving out scores on their own. Brooke was not too self-conscious; many years of dance training shaped her body nicely so when she walked around in an undone khaki shirt she felt some eyes on her. And then when she looked across the room she caught sight of Vanessa standing shirtless, wig off and makeup partly removed with a towel, sparkling all over from the insane amount of glitter she liked to put on herself. She was pretty tiny and toned, which somehow made the Canadian queen smile to herself. With how loud and charismatic she was it was easy to forget she was not the tallest; she didn’t take a lot of space physically, but she claimed it by spirit. The remaining gold glitter contrasted nicely with her cinnamon-colored, smooth skin. Brooke looked away before she got caught staring.

“Yeah, I think Vanjie’s trade. I think she’s very handsome”

This confession, for once, was not forced.

It still hasn’t settled in. The fact that she won the first challenge. Not only the first Canadian queen on the show but also the first winner of season 11. It was all a blur of voices, happiness bubbling up her throat, the deep blue bodysuit clinging to her body in all the right places, that she desperately wanted to climb out of. The queens said their goodbyes and wrote their notes to Soju and before they knew it, they were out of drag and dragging their tired bodies to the van that would take them to the hotel. Brooke took a seat by the window and closed her eyes, listening to the other contestants chatting excitedly, expecting Nina to sit by her side. A loud, rough voice startled her from her quick nap; one that was unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“Congrats on your win, girl!” Vanessa’s smile was so broad it must have hurt her face. She looked so carefree and happy, like a child that just got their first puppy as a birthday gift.

“Congrats on making it through the first challenge.” It might have sounded meanspirited said by anyone else to any other queen, probably taken as shade but Brooke was smiling and she knew Vanessa wouldn’t take it as an insult. Instead, she seemed so excited to have survived the first episode she was almost bouncing off of walls, or at least the inside of the car.

“Thanks. I won’t let them send my ass packing so easily this season. Imma show these hoes that I’m more than just a meme. Especially when the competition is a fierce ass one. Your ass included.”

“Didn’t think you’d pay this much attention to my ass.”

“Mhm, you’d be surprised.”

Brooke opened her eyes in a flash and looked at Vanessa. She was sitting on her bent leg, the other one dangling from the seat, her body twisted towards Brooke’s. Their knees were so close they would brush against each other if the driver hit a bump on the road. There was a mischievous glint in her tired eyes and a daring promise hidden in the corner of her smirking lips. A few silver specks of glitter hid in the dips and planes of her collarbones and they shined whenever they drove by a streetlight. It looked like a never-before-seen constellation, one Brooke suddenly wanted to be the first one to discover.

She has heard stories about fooling around with your fellow queens or rather what bad of an idea that was. On the other hand, the lack of physical contact during the weeks of filming was a running joke between all the contestants and what a pain in the ass it was to all the men in wigs, pun intended. Having someone to flirt with, to let off some steam during the scarce unsupervised moments sounded inviting. The fact that they had actual chemistry was not bad either. The only thing Brooke couldn’t let happen was getting too much in her head and letting emotions take charge of her course to victory. But that she could do. Or so she thought.

They could call it off before anything even happened, blame it on shameless, innocent flirting and never go back to it again. Vanessa could touch her arm, get up and leave the van, they would smile at each other over breakfast and remain friendly during the challenges. Remain friends, no benefits added. Vanjie had already asked the question, now it was all up to Brooke to give the answer.

The van suddenly came to a halt. She didn’t even realize they had already arrived at the hotel’s parking lot. The rest of the queens started standing up, still loud, still laughing, very much oblivious to the exchange that still hung in the air and a sinking feeling sat low in Brooke Lynn’s stomach that meant a missed opportunity. Silky was making her deafening way to the front doors and tugged Vanessa with her before she had a chance to add anything else. Brooke sighed and got out of the car as well, the warm Californian air enveloping her skin like a mist. It was only their first week, much could still happen. Given that both of them stayed on the show, that it. There was a specific scent that Brooke always associated with the summertime, of concrete pavement at night cooling down after a whole day of soaking in scorching sunrays. She couldn’t wait to stand on the balcony adjacent to her room, damp skin drying from the shower and a calming cigarette between her lips, winding down after the day and mentally preparing herself for the hardships of the next one.

Most of the queens were already stepping into the lobby, Brooke being the last one to reach the building when she heard Vanessa yelling and already walking fast back outside.

“Go ahead, Mary. I left something in the van. Don’t wait up.”

She grabbed the taller queen by the hand, their fingers intertwining automatically, and Brooke only had a moment to notice how small and smooth her palm actually was, before she was being led behind the corner and backed up against the rough wall of the hotel. Vanessa pulled her down by the shirt and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Brooke wasn’t sure whether it was the element of surprise or just the tension building between them the whole day but it felt different from any kiss she has ever shared with anyone before. Like an electrifying spark that made her heart beat so fast, she was sure Vanjie could feel it, with how she was pressed against her chest.

It ended almost as fast as it started and Brooke tried to follow Vanessa’s lips, to steal one more kiss for later, to imprint the feel of the other one’s touch into her body and carry it like a honey-sweet ghost of a memory tucked in her ribcage, just under her heart. Vanessa smiled, so proud of herself, gently rocking at the heels of her feet, looking up at Brooke with something akin to wonder in her own eyes. Like she just got something she wasn’t prepared for but was pleasantly surprised. Brooke just noticed another glistening dot of glitter rested on her cupid bow. She wanted to kiss it off. Every single one adoring her collarbones, shoulders and the rest of her body.

“We better get going. Before we get busted for, y’know.” Vanessa’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and hoarse. It made something hot twist in Brooke’s stomach.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

They started at each other, savoring the moment, not knowing when they would have another chance to be this close and this alone. Despite silently agreeing on this thing being purely physical, something shifted in the air between them, in the breath they kept sharing. That overwhelming need that would sometimes come after the bodies and senses were already satisfied, that need for a different kind of closeness. Vanessa let go of Brooke’s shirt and slid her hands down the taller queen’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake, before stopping to lace their fingers together one more time. It somehow felt more meaningful than the heated exchange. Brooke ushered that thought to the back of her mind before she could start second-guessing and panicking over those weird feelings.

“I guess I’ll see you later, Miss Brooke Lynn.”

“I hope so, Miss Vanjie.”

She waited a minute before she followed the other queen, not wanting to expose them to any unwanted attention and suspicious questions. It was way too soon to tell what this thing between them would turn into. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything to even talk about. For all she knew they could get each other off a couple of times before calling it quits. Brooke has never been in a relationship but she was familiar with the ins and outs of an arrangement based on sexual appeasement. Then why was she suddenly feeling like she has never done anything like this before?

Back in her room, she stood on her balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water dripping down her toned body, falling silently into the ground. The bitter smoke from the cigarette escaped her lips like fog coming from the wings onto a stage, clouding the Los Angeles dimmed view in front of her. An unexpected shine caught her attention and she brought her hand up to her eyes to observe a lost bit of glitter clinging to her skin.

She ducked her head, smiling, thinking where it came from and how it got there. A suffocating feeling squeezed her chest and it had nothing to do with her smoking.

[anony-phangirl]

Prinxiety with "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" (Maybe with Roman saying it?)

Ooh!! I like this one!! Imma base it off of my Uncharted AU!! XDD

Prompt: “I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

Pairing: Prinxiety, with a hint of Logicality

Summary: Logan and Virgil were talking strategies and kidding around, and Roman is totally not jealous…~Human!AU, Uncharted!AU

Word Count: 659

Warnings: Swearing! And flustered Roman and Virgil, along with weapon mentions. Tell me if I need to add something!

Fics Masterpost: If you wanna read more of my stuff!! :D

A/N: Alriiight! The first fic of my Uncharted AU! Hope ya’ll enjoy! ^-^

More of the Uncharted!AU: Main Characters, Side-Main Characters

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Roman was pissed.

He hadn’t a clue why, but he was.

They weren’t even flirting, they were just discussing strategies and shit. So why did he have the burning sensation of knocking out his own partner with the handle of his gun, before immediately taking Virgil into his arms and kissing him? They weren’t even dating! Plus! Roman doesn’t like Virgil in that way! Right?

Virgil once again giggled, pulling Roman out of his thoughts.

Okay, yeah… So Roman might have a small little crush on the adorable beautiful guy… So what?!

“I guess that could work!” Virgil replied to whatever his nerdy friend had said.

“Yes well, I assure you, I’ve done it before and it was rather amazing.” Logan replied with a smirk.

“Okay, okay! I’ll be sure to see what I can do!” Virgil laughed. “Now back to- Ro, what’s with the strange looks?”

Logan turned to face him, before his previously playful expression turning into a smug look, his normally calculating eyes had that glint in them and his lips were curved up into a smirk.

“Ah, I see what’s going on.” Logan began. “You, my good good friend, are jealous!”

Roman has decided that enthusiasm did not suit Logan, and Roman was already planning on how to murder him.

“Jealous? Of who? Me?” Virgil cluelessly asked.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of me, obviously. But not to worry, I already harbor feelings for another person. He’s all yours by any means.” Logan stated, as Roman felt his cheeks heat up.

“You’re jealous of Logan?” Virgil asked, holding back a snort.

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!” Roman exclaimed before clamping his mouth shut with his hand. Damn you Logan, damn you to the depths of Tartarus.

“Since when was I yours exactly?” Virgil asked with a surprised look on his face, arms crossed, as he attempted to suppress a giggle.

“Nothing! I am not jealous! What I said came out wrong, I didn’t mean to… Ugh!!” Roman groaned out, flipping them off. “Fuck off! Fuck this! I’m fucking done! I’m gonna go hang out with Patton.”

And just as he was walking away, Virgil, wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. He let out a giggle as he caught Roman by the wrist.

“Roman, Roman wait.” He said, attempting to calm down from his giggle frenzy. “Wait just a moment!”

Roman stood there, arms cross, and face slightly tinted pink. Because damn Virgil’s giggle is fucking adorable! That and he still felt embarrassed for letting those words slip past his mouth.

“Okay, okay.” Virgil said, after a moment of giggles, at this point Logan had moved away from them and in his own, if not Patton’s, room. “Look, you can be so dense sometimes, but that’s part of why I like you I suppose. You are also an oblivious idiot, again, one of the reasons I like you. Now if you meant what you said, despite me not really being yours… I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you after this frenzy of an adventure. Because, as much of a moron you are, I actually kinda really like ya. So what do you say?”

Roman felt himself freeze because, holy shit! Did Virgil Fisher just ask him out?? He was not expecting that to happen!

“Wait, you actually like me back?” Roman asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, I do you moron. Now stop making me anxious and answer my damn question.” Virgil asked, tho he looked far from anxious with that smirk on his face.

But Roman wasted no time in replying, “Hell yes I’d go on a date with you! I was planning on asking after this whole mess, but I guess you beat me to it.”

“Well, I guess you’re also kinda slow then.” Virgil said, poking his tummy. “Now, will you stop being jealous, and let’s make a mess of this kitchen by attempting to bake cookies?”

“I WAS NOT JEALOUS!!!”

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Welp, that sucked… ALSO!! I retrieved most of the taglist so yeah.. Been a while huh? Hope ya’ll at least liked that, even just a little! I tried.. :P

General Taglist:

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @royallyanxious​  @alyssadashrub​  @freepaperie081​  @allaboutthemsides​  @my-happy-little-bean​  @honeythanvinegar​​  @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2​  @manyfandomsonewolf​  @ruuworld​  @trashypansexual​  @thequeensqueer​  @creepy-crawly-death-dealer​  @fluidityandgiggles​  @scarletnoiryt​ @xxladystarlightxx​  @sanderstalker​   @ccecode​  @fullmusicchild11​  

Uncharted Taglist: Okay well, no official taglist for this so I’m gonna tag those that seem to like the idea! :P

@mandeebobandee​  @that-royal-ravenclaw​  @chara-sanders-plisetsky​  @pieces-of-annedrew​  

If I missed anyone, please feel free to shout at me… or message me. XD

Also, if you wanna be removed or added to the general list (which means I tag you in all my stories, or most) then just ask or message me

[carcinoaquarium]

alright kk, don't say i didn't warn you lmao: Dearest Karkat, I am the anon whom you blessed with that dragon age tangent and i was bettered for it bc that tangent was great. When I played da:i I knew jack-all about the characters and literally only chose to be an elven female bc she had the most romantic options and I was going in thinking 'hell yeah imma romance the first available qunari of the series, you kidding me?' (1/7)

And then i chatted w solas and the literal first 'flirt' option w him is to tell him you aren't going to harass him for being an apostate and that was so /sad/ to think about, like he's so...lonely? Not to mention his greatest fear is dying alone?? Also he was hella intelligent and had interesting conversations and was suave as fuck, and I ended up being like "iron bull who?" and got my hEART RIPPED FROM MY CHEST, OW because solas has gotta be one of my fave villains in media to date. (2/7)

Also loghain, whom I didn't really appreciate until after I'd beheaded him. Whoops. Actually, I'd love to keep talking to you about dragon age?? i haven't been able to chat w a new(ish) fan in ages and these games have such depth. (also, dorian was absolutely my inquisitor's moirail, too, tbh. Although that's technically a romantic relationship, and Dorian is gay...? They're def BFFLs, tho, once Dorian was less racist against elves. Everyone in dai was kinda racist against elves.) (3/7)

Actually, elf Inquisitors kind of got a really fucking short stick in da:i. Not only did all of thedas hate them for being an elf, but there wasn't a single elf in that party that didn't challenge and beat on their religion (which is worse if they weren't already questioning it, as my inquisitor was), and even the people you can date don't seem to comfort you once your entire understanding of the world comes crashing down around your eyes. (4/7) (shit, i might hit the ask limit)

To a lesser extent this happens to the dwarves, too! Like, idk if you played the Descent dlc, but spoiler-free the dwarven religion is kind of picked apart and in the Tresspasser sequel we find out the ancient elves did a lot of shitty subjugating of the dwarven race, and not to mention the qunari are implied to be a race made through scientific genetic SPLICING of human and/or elven genes with fucking /dragons/, and it's like?? Man, give these fantasy races a break. (5/7)

Humans were the only ones who weren't really fucked with, they just kinda showed up from the north and invaded thedas while all that other political stuff was going on. But playing as a human's always seemed so boring to me, lmao. Did you play DA:O and DA2, too? (6/7) I feel like 200% nerd power right now,but the amount of effort and heart bioware put into these games is fascinating and i can't help but love dissecting it. Feel free to respond in private if u don't wanna clog ur blog w DA. (7/7)

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YES. LET’S DO THIS. PROBABLY GOING TO BE A LONG REPLY SO I’LL READ MORE THIS SHIT.

ALTHOUGH I ONLY PERSONALLY PLAYED THROUGH ONE ROMANCE I OF COURSE HAD TO WATCH ALL OF THE COMPILATIONS ON YOUTUBE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST THE KIND OF GLUTTON I AM. SO YEAH. I AM FAMILIAR WITH SOLAS’ ROMANCE ARC. AND MAN I HAVE TO SAY YOU HAD TO BE MASOCHISTIC AS HELL TO RIDE THAT ONE OUT AND ENDURE THE MOST HEARTBREAKING OUTCOME OF THEM ALL. BLACKWALL WAS BAD ENOUGH, BUT AT LEAST, YOU KNOW, IT GETS BETTER IF YOU CHOOSE IT TO. 

DON’T GET ME WRONG, IT PLAYED OUT BEAUTIFULLY. BUT SADFPSDHFHSDF I WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE SEE THAT THROUGH. 

AND I SERIOUSLY DID NOT SEE SOLAS’ TURN COMING. IT WAS AMAZING. HE WAS SO CONVINCING THE ENTIRE TIME. JUST THE BOOKISH APOSTATE ELF WHO LIKED TO PAINT MURALS AND FANBOY OVER THE FADE IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. FUCKING. IAMBIC. PENTAMETER. THAT WAS PRETTY AMAZING. ERIDAN APPRECIATED THAT. ALTHOUGH IT WAS HARD NOT TO THINK OF SOLLUX WHEN WE SAID HIS NAME. ESPECIALLY ERIDAN. 

fuckin sol

BUT HOLY SHIT. I NEVER SAW IT COMING. AND YET WHEN YOU PLAYTHROUGH A SECOND TIME YOU SEE ALL THE LITTLE HINTS. MY SECOND PLAYTHROUGH WAS FULL OF ME SCREAMING AT THE SCREEN 

“OOOOOH, SUUUUUUURE. TELL ME YOUR VAGUE ASS REASON FOR BEING HERE AGAIN, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT.”

“I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE, DREAD WOLF. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? THE FADE IS BORING. SPIRITS ARE BORING.”

“MAYBE I SHOULD SKIP THESE ELVEN PUZZLES THIS TIME, EGGSPONGE. OR MAYBE PISS IN THIS WELL. OR FIGHT THE IMMORTAL ELF DUDE. HMMMM??"

“I’M RUBBING MY BULGE AAAAALLL OVER THIS FEN’HAREL STATUE. YEAH. THAT’S RIGHT. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT??”

“WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO GIVE YOU A *HAND* WITH THAT QUEST??? OH I BET YOU WOULD.”

SERIOUSLY THOUGH I THOUGHT THE WAY SOLAS’ CHARACTER ARC UNROLLED WAS MASTERFUL. THE WAY HE PULLS THE INQUISITOR ASIDE NEAR THE END OF THE MAIN GAME TO TELL THEM THAT THEY EXCEEDED HIS EXPECTATIONS AND THAT HE TRULY VALUES THEM AS A FRIEND... I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER REALLY KNOW IF HE MEANT IT BUT I LIKE TO THINK HE DID. AND THAT IT GENUINELY SURPRISED HIM THAT THE PERSON HE WAS OUT TO MANIPULATE NEARLY CHANGED HIS WORLD VIEW IN THE END. THAT’S HOW YOU WRITE A THREE DIMENSIONAL ANTAGONIST.

FFFF. THE RACE SHENANIGANS. DRAGON AGE AND SKYRIM REALLY LIKE TO PLAY UP THE DISCRIMINATION AND OUTRIGHT PERSECUTION OF ELVES, WHICH STANDS IN SHARP CONTRAST TO THE TOLKIENIAN LORE IT ALL STEMS FROM WHERE ELVES ARE (MOSTLY) POWERFUL AND RESPECTED AMONG HUMANS. I LIKE IT THOUGH. IT’S AN INTERESTING SPIN. THE DWARF HATE TOO. I FUCKING LOVED THE WAY THE ORLEASIAN COURT NOT-SO-COVERTLY THREW SHADE AT YOU IN THE WINTER PALACE FOR BEING A DIRTY LOWBLOOD INFERIOR RACE. IT MADE PUTTING THEM ALL IN THEIR PLACE A WHOLE LOT SWEETER. AGAIN. WISH FULFILLMENT.

I HAVE TO AGREE THOUGH THAT THE GAME SOMETIMES KIND OF DID A SHITTY JOB OF ACKNOWLEDGING THE ELF AND DWARF INQUISITORS’ PERSONAL STRUGGLES WITH THEIR RACE, AND I GUESS THAT COMES DOWN TO THE SHIPLOAD OF DIALOGUE CUSTOMIZATION THE DEVS ALREADY HAD ON THEIR PLATE. I REMEMBER BEING ESPECIALLY PISSED OFF TALKING TO DAGNA WHERE SHE FUCKING SEEMED TO FORGET NELLIE WAS *ALSO* A DWARF HALF THE FUCKING TIME. 

AND THEN OTHER TIMES THE GAME WAS RANDOMLY REALLY GOOD IN THAT REGARD. IT WAS HIT AND MISS. ERIDAN DID AN ELF PLAYTHROUGH THAT I SAT IN ON AND I REMEMBER HOW COOL IT WAS BEING ABLE TO INTERACT WITH THE DALISH CLAN IN THAT INSIDER KIND OF WAY. BUT IT’S TRUE THAT PRETTY MUCH NONE OF THE ROMANTIC INTERESTS GIVE YOUR RACE MORE THAN *ONE* PASSING MENTION. CULLEN’S ROMANCE WITH A MAGE PLAYS WAY MORE HEAVILY INTO THINGS THAN SAY THE FACT THAT MALE LAVELLAN CAN DATE A GODDAMN *TEVINTER* ALTUS AND THE SLAVE THING IS BROUGHT UP A GRAND TOTAL OF ONCE.   

AND AS A SIDENOTE THE FACT THAT IF YOU CHOOSE THE NECROMANCER MAGE SPECIALIZATION, DORIAN-THE-GOD-DAMN-NECROMANCER HAS FUCK ALL TO SAY ABOUT IT. EVEN IF YOU ROMANCE HIM. WHICH AMPORA DID. AND HE WAS PISSED. 

SPEAKING OF AMPORA, HE ACTUALLY DID ROLL A HUMAN AT FIRST, BUT FIVE MINUTES IN HE WAS SO BORED WITH HIS CHARACTER HE ALMOST GAVE UP THE GAME FOR GOOD. SO YEAH. I FEEL YOU THERE. 

BUT YEAH. THE SUGAR COATING ON THE CONFECTIONERY ITEM IS DEFINITELY THE FACT THAT THE GAME HINGES ON BASICALLY SOLAS DESTROYING DALISH LEGITIMACY. AND AS A DALISH INQUISITOR IT’S LIKE. OH. OK. SURE. MY LIFE WAS A LIE. NO BIG DEAL. NOW WHO’S READY FOR A VACATION IN TEVINTER BECAUSE BOY HOWDY ME AND MY QUNARI FRIEND ARE DOWN FOR SOME FIRST CLASS NORTHERN HOSPITALITY.

AS MUCH AS I CAN COMPLAIN ABOUT A LOT OF IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I NEVER PLAYED THE PREVIOUS GAMES BUT I ABSORBED THE DRAGON AGE WIKI AND I THINK I HAVE A PRETTY GOOD UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT WENT DOWN. I HAVE DA:O AND I DO PLAN ON PLAYING IT SOME TIME.

THE SADDEST PART IS THAT IT SEEMS PRETTY CERTAIN THAT THE SERIES IS PERMA-DEAD. AND I ACTUALLY WAS REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WHERE THEY SEEMED TO BE TAKING IT. IT’S A FUCKING SHAME.

[trancowboy]

Hey, Charlie can you rec me some of your favorite Stucky fics?

Sure thing, pal.

(This accidentally turned out kinda long and it’s only some of my favorites, but it’s not my fault Stucky writers are amazing.)

I’ll build a fort for you by ElStark - @atticuos [4.9k, Gen]

Building a fort is their way of taking care of each other, since Sarah showed them how to build one.

-*-

[“No one took me of course, they all know who I am… ‘Sarah’s sickly one,’” he smiled, small and bitter. “’Can’t take you, too small, too weak, too sick, too much of a hassle.’” He shrugged, “I know they’re right, seems all I’m good for is being a burd-”

“Don’t you say it, Rogers.” Bucky spat through his teeth, “or I swear on all that’s holy imma kick your ass until you take it all back.”

Steve clenched his jaw and looked away.

“It’s not true.” Bucky insisted, “al’right? It’s utter bullshit. What do you think it’d be like for your ma? Huh? Me?”

Steve turned to look at him straight in the eye, and Bucky barely caught the hitch in his breath; Steve looked so old and tired. “Easier.” Said Steve simply.]

The Right Time by wearing_tearing [16.4k, Teen]

“So let me see if I got this right,” Bucky says, gaze focused on Steve. “You want to fake date me.”

“No,” Steve shakes his head, and then corrects him, “I want us to pretend to be engaged.”

The Wedding of Bucky Barnes by stephrc79 [67.8k, Teen]

This is the story of how an instagramming, trolling, pain in the ass got married to an equally annoying, artistic, bossy, stubborn blond oaf.

Or, you know, how one James Buchanan Barnes, Instagram Extraordinaire, married Captain America himself, one Steven Grant Rogers.

Stop interrupting my grinding (series) by rohkeutta [12.2k, Mature]

90-years-old smooth af fella flirting with a 100% Done wrong number sassmaster, with copious amounts of swearing and way too many Beyoncé jokes. Shrunkyclunks 4 lyfe etc.

A.ka the Bitch series, or Sassholes.

The Pursuit of Happiness by notoska [11.4k, Teen]

Bucky eats another spoonful of oatmeal and sets down the bowl. Then he drops his whole body into the beat. All his joints loose, just swaying and throwing himself to the pulse from the speakers.

…okay.

“How— how are you feeling?”

Bucky stills his upper body. Knees bouncing easy, head bobbing. He holds Steve’s eyes. Is that— a nod? Or—?

Probably a nod. Continue like this is normal, “You seem like you’re feeling a lot more— energetic? That’s good.”

Steve nods and finds himself idiotically matching Bucky and nodding to the beat. He jolts to still his head.

“Okay, well.”

The song has been strangely mellow for a while and suddenly the beat drops in, hard and twice as fast. Bucky drops with it, slamming his head back and forth to the throbbing sound. Too fast, hair a tangled blur.

Steve stares. Speechless. He wills himself not flee the room with every ounce of conviction he has and soaks in the most exquisite embarrassment he has ever known.

- - - - - - -

In which Bucky finds himself through breakdancing and Steve can. not. deal. with. it.

Steve gets a lap dance at the end. I think that is maybe all you need to know?

Leg Day by Slenderlock [12.1k, Explicit]

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it.“

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky’s long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Catfish by L1av [28.4k, Explicit]

Catfish /ˈkatˌfiSH/ - A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they’re not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn’t expect is a guy using Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating site?

Not like it’s really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

My Dear by vulcansmirk [29.9k, Explicit]

The Soldier stares down at the floor, breathing hard through his nose.

“And you still wanna fix me,” he says.

Steve shakes his head. “There’s nothing to fix, Buck. I just want to bring you home.”

The Avengers Hate Club by notebooksandlaptops [52.4k, Teen]

Bucky Barnes is 99% certain that if he hears one more Avengers song, it could be fatal.

He’s also 99% certain that the stranger with the bright smile and blonde hair he met at the cafe walked out of his dreams.

Starting an Avengers hate club with a man who buys you cake to combat your mental break down at hearing a stupid song one too many times seems like a fine idea, what could go wrong? It’s not like either of them knows the Avengers….or that either one of them is in the band….right?

Or

The one where Bucky falls hopelessly for Steve and starts an Avengers hate club with the lead singer of the Avengers.

Captain Fantastic and the Pineapple King by buckyfuckybarnes [30.6k, Teen]

Shit.She hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could turn and leave without them noticing – Sam would understand. Sam was the most empathetic person he knew. He wouldn’t scold Steve for coming home spice-less to avoid an awkward encounter with an ex. Surely.They drew closerFuckPlease don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me…“Steve?”Fuck.In which Steve is saved from his ex in a grocery store, Bucky Barnes is Way Too Chill about absolutely everything, and Sam has had enough of all of these goddamn pineapples in his fucking house.Or: The five times Steve received a pineapple (and one Piña Colada) and the one time he didn’t

Is It Pretend If I Already Want You? by OhCaptainMyCaptain [85.2k, Explicit]

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they’re never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event”

Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You’ve Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):

STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend.STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents’ wedding anniversary party.STEP 3: Panic.STEP 4: Say ‘yes’ when your best friend and closet crush - who you’re convinced isn’t interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend.STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip.STEP 6: Fail miserably.

Up All Night to get Lucky by K_R_Closson [10k, Teen]

Clint’s going away on a mission and needs someone to watch his dog. Steve happened to be nearby and now he and Bucky are in charge of Lucky. It’ll be a miracle if the dog and their relationship makes it through the week.

Keep Making Trouble ‘Till You Find What You Love by Rena [41.7k, Mature]

“We should date,” Bucky blurts out, inspiration suddenly striking.

That gets him Steve’s attention, at least. “Excuse me?” he asks.

“No no no, hear me out,” Bucky says. “You wanna get back at them, right? Imagine the following: We date, fall madly in love, then have the most horrendous breakup in history and make them deal with that. They’ll feel terrible because they set us up, and we get to eat free ice cream and see their faces when we eventually tell them we pulled one over them,” Bucky finishes with a smug grin.

“That’s a terrible plan,” Steve says.

Effects of Obliteration by geneticallydead [25.5k, Explicit]

“I watched a documentary on the bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima a while ago. In the blast radius, sometimes a… a person blocked the bleaching effect of the radiation. So the person was vaporized, but a shadow was left behind, on a bridge or a wall – their shape, their outline, when they were completely gone,“ Steve said. "It’s called a nuclear shadow.”

“If you’re implying the Soldier is like a nuclear shadow, then that is seriously fucking dark, man,” Sam said dryly.

OR

Before the fall of the Soviet Union, the Winter Soldier was sent to the American arm of Hydra - only there was a malfunction in the cryo-unit that meant it couldn’t be opened, and it was left, powered but abandoned, in an underground base.

25 years later, the Avengers find it.

Steve’s List by bell_yay [14.7k, Mature]

Steve prefers to keep some things to himself.

just say you do by biblionerd07 [173.1k, Teen]

Steve just wanted a job. He wasn’t expecting a marriage proposal. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to accept.

Itsy Bitsy Yoga by wearing_tearing [59k, Teen]

Bucky teaches a Parent & Toddler Yoga class. Steve and his two year old son are his students.

One Caress by fuck_me_barnes [26.1k, Explicit]

Steve's rarely been touched in a way that didn't equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from, something he told himself he just didn't want.

Except...he did. He just didn't know how.

Until he finds a flyer for a local "affection and intimacy services" program.

In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting by thecommodore_squid [40.2k, Mature]

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKAAn AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

You and a Test of Will by thepinupchemist [72.4k, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes suffered from depression before he joined the army, and when he came back, he suffered tenfold. Steve Rogers painted his nightmares and didn't talk about how he lost his leg. Natasha believed it was possible -- just maybe -- that broken people could help heal one another.

Snickerdoodles Are the Way to Steve’s Heart by HMSLusitania [15.8k, Teen]

Steve can't help but be a little annoyed when Natasha signs him up for a cooking class - a couple's cooking class. At least, he's annoyed until he meets the instructor, who might just be the most attractive man Steve has ever laid eyes on.

Featuring chef!Bucky, bitterly single Steve, and their meddling friends.

(are you aware) the state i’m in by grandeur [27.8k, Mature]

Bucky's newspaper keeps going missing.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [20.2k, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

perfectly right wrong number by melonbutterfly [31.9k, Teen]

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.