#this is a writers wet dream yall

[thikthighsenpai]

Wtf even is Ben Stiller

[acid-ixx]

update !

a/n: yall im incredibly sorry for the extremely long delay for chapter 3, it's literally exceeding 7500 words and it's not even finished 😭 im also adding in the fact that writer's block is really kicking my ass and i cant for the life of me focus much nor am i ever satisfied with my countless drafts (literally had to rewrite so much). i swear im not losing interest in dc (or the series) it's just these days have been really hard to me hehe

uhm if u guys want a teaser, then look below !!! (spoilers duh)

the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.

with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.

it will always be innately lonely, and cold.

yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.

no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.

and most importantly—

no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.

a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.

it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.

but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichor— the manor is simply a house.

for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.

the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.

[luigifr0mf1ji]

a night to remember.. ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝˚.⋆⋆˙⟡ —TWS; rough making out, wet dreams, bestfriend!luigi x reader, y’all lowkey got robbed 😭😭

A/N: YUPP!! My first ever story after promising you guys it for months!!! I had severe writers block and I physically could not write 😭😭😭 I also deleted almost all my google docs filled with fanfics so FREE ME 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 also lmk if yall want a taglist or master list!

Luigi was sitting in the lounge as he heard the bedroom door opening. He heard footsteps as it got closer, pausing at the sight of you. Her body was hidden behind the corner yet he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to the many fantasies he had of her. "Can I talk to you?" She asked, voice soft, almost inaudible. "Of course." He replied, standing up. He began to walk closer to her, only stopping when the two met, facing one another. His eyes scanned her body, drinking in her beauty. You glanced away, seeming nervous as she fiddled with her shirt. "Are you ok.." He asked quietly, voice laced with concern as he moved closer. His hand reached out, hand cupping her cheek, turning her head towards him. "Nervous?" He whispered, his other hand resting on her hip. You nodded, pressing her head into his touch, sighing softly. Luigi's breath hitched at her reaction, not expecting it. "Why..." He breathed, stepping closer, their bodies nearly touching. His eyes trailed down to her lips, pausing. "I..." She swallowed, unsure of what to say. She kept fiddling with her shirt, unsure of where to put her hands, which were shaking ever so slightly. She glanced up at him, seeing the way his eyes stared at her lips. "Why.." she repeated, finding herself unable to say anything else. Luigi didn't answer, his other hand grasping her hip, pulling her against him. He lowered his head, lips brushing over hers. "Can I.." He murmured. His hot breath fanned her face. you couldn't help but shiver at the feeling. She hesitated before nodding. Luigi didn't need more words as he claimed her lips, kissing her. It was rough and desperate, his hands moving to grab her thighs, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning softly as he began to move, placing her against the closest wall. His lips never left hers even for a moment, hungrily kissing and nipping at her. The wet noises of their lips smacking rang throughout the air along with their heavy breaths. His hands gripped her ass tightly, fingers toying with the hem of her pants. He broke apart from the kiss, trailing his lips to her neck, biting. He rocked his hips against hers, grinding. "Y/N..." He groaned. you couldn't help the whimper that escaped at the sound of her name. Her hands gripped his shirt, holding him close. "Luigi..." She gasped, closing her eyes when his lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, sucking roughly, then suddenly, I woke up.. “fuck..” I mutter under my breath. Looking over I see that Luigi was sleeping on the couch as you lay awake in her sheets. She remembered everything vividly, causing her cheeks to heat. *Did he hear anything...* you glanced at his closed eyes, heart rate speeding up. She hesit. "Lu..." Luigi shifted, eyes opening, staring directly at you, you freeze, swallowing. She watched as he groaned quietly, sitting up. "Why're you still awake?" He mumbled, voice rough. His hair was messy, falling in front of his eyes. "I, uh..." She began, glancing away from his gaze. "I couldn't sleep." She replied quietly, fidget with her fingers. Luigi grumbled something about an alarm before he stood up, stumbling forward a bit. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "It's midnight." He muttered, looking at you, you’re now hiding under the covers, only your face visible. "I'm not surprised you can't sleep, with that dream you just had...." He paused, eyes scanning her appearance. She tensed under his gaze, heart rate speeding up. "You should've seen the look on your face and the sounds you made... it was... very interesting..." He hummed, looking back at you

[azurlily]

Our obsession with this game is natural... PROMISE(lies)

To anyone who played the game, yes, all romancable characters + Elena and Mia are requestable.

New writers on the block yall! I'm Lune, this is a collaborative writing effort from the original owner(Azurli) and I. This somehow just turned into shit about Bella being crazy and and in love with you, so enjoy.

Bella's Obsessive(Toxic) Tendencies

Bella loves you, she does, but sometimes she loves you too much. The idea was in her head long before she had gotten her heart back.

Bella had dreams of you, of you in her arms - without a shirt or pants. You looked beautiful, and every night she'd wake up in a sweat, her face red, and her thighs wet.

After Bellas heart was unnumbed(is this a word?) she was feeling so much, too much.

One moment, she was happy and content with being around you; the next, she was mad because someone looked at you.

Toxic isn't how one would describe the beginning of your relationship. It isn't how Bella would describe it either, but to outside forces...that's exactly what it looked like.

To others, it seemed like the horrible Ice Queen on campus had decided you would be hers, against your will.

Which, in reality, we all know is far from the truth. With how deeply you love her, you two will be able to overcome anything, even her overly possessive nature.

Right?

Of course, if Bella is anything, it's a fighter. It's not like she's become so used to being trapped under Miranda's thumb that she has begun to develop a complex.

That's preposterous. Bella doesn't worry about what would happen if you found someone different. She doesn't dream about you finding the girl that got a bit too close to you, dead. And when you run to her in fear, you hug her knowing she's never done anything unless it was to protect you.

Bella doesn't imagine Mia's blood on her hands as you cry into her shoulder, thankful to be protected.

Bella is perfectly sane in her love for you.

Now let's be serious.

Bella would give you anything and everything. Well, maybe not anything... not yet, at least. She wouldn't hurt her family for you, but damn, the anger she holds for her mother at times. She worries for herself.

Bella gives you her all in the relationship. That means she gives all of herself: no more secrets, no lies. She bares herself to you wholeheartedly and completely. She expects you to do the same, so if you don't, you will lose her. You love her too much not to, right?

Right.

"I love you, you know that right? You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Bella's words are a sweet poison; don't drink it. After a fight, she'll storm off not only to cool herself down but also to let you cool off.

You've both learned that this is for the best, especially if you want to keep this relationship going long-term, which you will. Bella wouldn't allow you to leave her.

On some occasions, Bella will wait for you to apologize first, and then she'll act like she was just getting ready to apologize to you.

Her words are as sweet as honey, but her voice is as sharp as a razor. You can't tell if she's happy, angry, sad, or horny.

Bella does this on purpose, and you're starting to figure it out.

When she speaks to you, she doesn't lie, so everything she says is true. However, the way she says it and the little words she sprinkles in change the meaning entirely.

That's enough of that though, Bella wants you to think of the good times with her. The fun times, the safe times.

The times when you're lying in her warm bed, her hands snaking up your thighs, a more content look on her face. She enjoys this, enjoys you, and she'll continue to do so.

Bella has a lot of pent-up sexual aggression, so what better time to let it out than the minute you two get back from a nice dinner?

Well, that sounds just perfect, and from the way you're crying out her name, it must sound good to you too!

"Shh, Kitten. We're going to play the quiet game, and you're already losing by a lot."

This wasn't absolutely horrible was it? I'm ashamed to have wrote this, and I'm sure my co-writer is ashamed to have read through it before posting.

Anyway this character is from the game Resident Lover, it's an amazing game made by @resident-lover .

I'm marking this as spoilers in the tags, and I hope anyone who hasn't played the game after reading this plays it!

[whoucallingalesbian]

SCENARIO AHEAD ⬇️

ok yall remember the wattpad ellie x reader story i was talkin ab the other day, so this is the vibe i was imagining while reading it

idk how to explain it but something about those small american towns near the woods is soooooo 🤌🏻

like i NEED to live there and meet the love of my life its literally a dream (and if that person is ellie williams bonus points)

idk how to explain it but this is so 2016 tumblr converse green jackets car trip wattpad typa vibe

do yall get me😩

no but imagine this scenario

you are in a small town somewhere in oregon, going back from a class to your dorm room, as soon as you arrive you lay on the bed and start listening to your playlist. after a while you decide to take a nap and all of a sudden you hear the door creaking and it wakes you up so you look up and see ellie standing at the door looking at you in the eyes. noticing that she woke you up, she apologises, puts her backpack on the floor and decides to lay on the bed. you two start talking to each other about how you spent the day and some other random stuff and she decides to ask you to come home w her for a break. couple of days pass by and you two are on your way to ellie’s house, ellie is driving and you are the passenger princess, the road is wet from the rain from the last night and you are surrounded by the pine trees, the air is crisp and its cold outside. you are wearing grey off shoulder sweater with something written on it, navy blue shorts and ugg slippers w a ponytail. ellie is wearing black tshirt w skinny jeans and converse w her usual low bun hairstyle. you notice her sparing glances occasionally at your direction, which gets you flustered. after half an hour of travelling you two take a turn to the left on a muddy road and thats when you see the big wooden house, ellie stops the car and you get out, she helps you w the luggage and you two get in the house. she shows you your room where you unpack and immediately lay on the soft bed, cold, white mattress under your skin. on the left side there’s a window with the most beautiful view. you decide to stare at it for a little bit and appreciate its beauty. then you decide to go to her room, you open the door, band posters everywhere, a guitar, bed with dark mattress and some other stuff thrown around the room. you sit on her bed and tell her how beautiful her home is, after some talking she takes her guitar and starts playing a song. you stare at her for a while admiring her talent and then go back to your room to relax. two hours pass by and ellie knocks on the door and comes in, she takes a seat on your bed and starts caressing your arm with her fingers, you get chills and blush at the sudden show of affection and your eyes meet her green ones. you get up and she does the same and you lean in for a kiss, it was a passionate one. her hands exploring your body, asking you for a permission to take off your shirt..you nod and she slowly starts stripping u naked. feeling her skin on yours made you feel like theres not one thing in the world to worry about, she pushes you on the bed where you two continue..

psa this is not supposed to be a smut or anything of that sort, cuz sis is struggling w english so i can’t really be writing any wattpad typa stories, BUT this was a scenario i imagined in my head while i would look at those pictures so i had a feeling like i have to share it w you

ik that there is plenty of grammar mistakes but oh well, girl is not a writer this was just for funsies

anyways hope you liked it

xoxo tea

[winterchimez]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

hi anonie!! it’s been a while since i’ve done tag games like this so LETS GAUR 🤩

im doing for the ones that i talk to most often ✨

@from-izzy my soulmate 🤞🏻(who clearly SHOULD be living in my city instead), sunricyeon!!, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, purple 💜, bunnies 🐰, raccoons 🦝, in constant denial of her love life 😒, long calls & video calls, SAUR, music 🎶, “ALLY HELP ME 🥺”, fellow believer in God, concerts, has 19374848 plans to meet up but our studies/job preventing us to do so 😞 (but we will beat them and meet irl someday SOON BCS I MANIFEST)

@sungbeam my precious lil 妹妹 🫶🏻, blue 🩵, “hear me out….but another changmin potential wip/plot 🤡”, photocards, that wet tree rat pc, if talent was a person its her, care packages 📦, fellow introverts ✌🏻, the one who convinced me to purchase my sony headphones while we were videocalling in the store 🥹, my sleep paralysis demon, “ALLY JIEJIE”, my cutie wookie little sis 😔💗, but also goes 😐 whenever i talk abt sangyeon 🙄

@aimeecarreros the unhinged and wild one in the b*****, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, twerking ✨, the best gif maker ever 😤, “so elena…pretty pwease can you gif this for moi 🥺”, BBANGJU 👅, “CORREQUE ✌🏻”, insanely hilarious and unhinged memes and text messages 24/7, the moodmaker of the group, “haysss *inserts stripping meme*”, teasing me 24/7 🙄, pinterest, fashion 😍, bridal dresses 🤍

@snowflakewhispers the SAVAGE, maknae and the demon (lovingly) in the b*****, teasing me is her everyday job atp 🙄🙄🙄, mrs jacob bae, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, spitting fire 24/7 🔥, matching sony headphones 🤍, matching macbook colours 🩶, psych & kids 💗, the sunwoo to my eric, apparently is in a messed up relationship/situationship with someone who shall not be named 🦝, the moot who lives the closest to where i am 🥹 (so faster get your ass back here after uni ends)

@daisyvisions the unnie of the b*****, NAUR, that iconic zoom selfie 😌✨, constantly being distracted at work bcs of ✨unholy thoughts✨, podcast 🎧, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, also joined in on the fun with elena & ophelia on teasing moi 😔, jerry lee 🤤, doggo 🐶, newnudeshot 😏📸, photoism 🎞️, spongebob memes, BIG SEXC BRAIN 🧠, late night talks while working, always judging me for some reason 🙃

@justalildumpling my dongsaeng 👧🏻, sunricyeon!!, black 🖤, ptsd from windows turning from black to bright blue, “pull a j” aka doing and leaving assignments till the very last minute 😁, “guys…..”, “yall…..”, a simp 🤓, attracted to red flags men (but not anymore 😚), FOODIE CHINGUS, malatang, “guys….can we just call for like 20 mins max…i promise it won’t take long” = a 6-7hours call, late night (or early mornings) video calls, SHE IS A BEAUTY AN ICON AND SHE IS THE MOMENT 😍

@ethereal-engene my long-lost best friend 🥹, JU HAKNYEON 🍊, anime!!, men in glasses 🔛🔝, fellow chinese friend ��️, cny 🧧, lion dances 🦁, WOOZI (ESP IN LONG HAIR 😩😩😩), matching hakkie pottery pcs 🤍, wips brainstorming ✍️, another cutie lil 妹妹 🥺, arms….and pecs 🤓, editing 👩‍💻, convos abt our studies/work life 💗

@kimsohn kim sunwoo, pinterest, “maya….i had a dream abt sangyeon….”, “oh!”, anime!!, that smiling and then speechless meme, sangyeon drenching himself in water 😀, “so when are you gonna write this”, sunric sluts, tbosas, coriolanus snow, always talking abt being on writers block with one another but eventually gets things done (and sometimes its long af), being caring 🥺, food!!

@quaissants 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, sends me lip gloss sangyeon 24/7, my twinnie 🤞🏻, same birthday & mbti 💗, speaks in such a soft manner like hello 🥺, genshin impact!!, ragnvindr bros ❤️💙, childe 🤓, angsty angst ❤️‍🩹, constantly looking out for me 🥹, men 😃, “i have selective reading”

@sanaxo-o another 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, unhinged as a person, sabrina carpenter 💗, flirty af but then i dont return the favour 😄, sends me sangyeon content 24/7, a great listener and gives me comfort, always checking up on others, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, “LET ME BETA YOUR FICS”, pinterest, “Als”

@stealanity my unnie 🥺💗, always looking out for everyone, the big sister of the net, amazing as a person (i admire you loads), moodboards 😍, aesthetics ✨, a field of flowers 🌹🪻🌸🌺, brave (never afraid to speak up!!), i miss you sm unnie always 🫶🏻, calls me a cutie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

@cloverdaisies CLO MY LOVE 💚, great britian 🇬🇧, fish & chips, “you have no rights ally ive revoked them”, “you dont love me anymore 🥺” aka clo’s way of making me feel guilty that i couldn’t visit her when i was back in EU (IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK 😤😤😤), writing fics for one another 💗, STRONG ASS WOMAN 💪 (who juggles between work and uni all on her own 🥹🫂), “there’s a rat in my apartment”, phone & video calls (which we havent done in a while and we should again!!)

@juyeonszn my fawnie my bubba 🥹, coffee ☕️, zeneration livestream 🙌🏻, crying tgt, unboxing albums ✨, pcs collection, puppies 🐶, anime!!, big sexc brain 🧠, sunric sluts, INSANE MAKEUP LOOKS 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, education 📚, never-ending talks on dc (which we haven’t done in a while i miss you loads 🥺), my fellow dancer 💃, if cutie was a person its fawnie 💗

@itsbeeble my pookie 🫶🏻, kim sunwoo, another big sexc brain 🧠, taylor swift 💛, eras tour ✨, “ALLY GO TO SLEEP”, eric sohn, ateez & svt!!, memes 24/7, exposing each other’s asses 😄, biker sunwoo 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, another coffee buddy ☕️, talks abt uni/work life, always bouncing off ideas with one another

[enhyz]

angel.

pairing: tutor! sunghoon x female! reader x jay.

genre : smut, fluff. (threesome, excessive use of pet names, marking, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex yall), oral (m and f receiving), slight manhandling)

summary : you'd always had the hots for your tutor, sunghoon, but when his sweetheart of a roommate comes into the picture too, what do you do?

a/n : let's pretend like I'm not a day late in posting this, but if you want me to turn this into a series, send in an ask, because I have quite a few ideas on what I want to do with this pair but I wan to know what you guys think first! anyways, enjoy <33

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stupid, stupid park sunghoon. stupid park sunghoon and his sexy brain. to be fair, he wasn't exactly stupid, in fact, he was one of the smartest people you'd ever met. it made sense that he had to be smart, considering the fact that he was your tutor. but it was the way he acted around you that had your body feeling warm and a stupid smile finding it's way onto your face. he had grown close to you over the course of the last three months and now seemed to be glued to you at all your sessions.

be it resting his chin on your shoulder while looking over your sums, or on the occasion where the two of you would move to study on your bed, he would wrap his arm around you and gently trace patterns on your arm, an action that had your heart beating out of your chest unnaturally.

park sunghoon knew about your little crush on him. After all, who wouldn't have a crush on him? but he couldn't deny the crush he had on you as well. he was older than you by about a year but he was stunned to see how different you were from him. when he was first hired by your mom to tutor you, he'd expected a whiney little rich kid who only dealt with him because he was attractive, what he didn't expect was, well, you.

the first day he met you, you were practically hiding behind your mom, your hoodie sleeves drawn out over your palms, giving you these adorable little sweater paws. you were quiet the whole way up to your room, letting your mother do all the talking until the two of you were finally alone. "do you need my math textbook?" you had mumbled softly, it was so quiet he could hardly catch it, but he nodded, offering you a sweet smile and asking you about your hobbies and interests.

you met jay around 2 months after sunghoon first started tutoring you. sunghoon had asked you to come over to his place instead that evening, because he'd started classes a little later for the new semester and it was much easier to just get you to his apartment instead. he told you about his roommate and that he'd be running a little late and here you were, standing outside his door, knocking gently and moving one step back, chewing on the inside of your cheek and fiddling with the string of your hoodie anxiously.

jay opened the door slowly, seeing you standing outside made him smile, realising you were the cute, shy girl his roommate had been having wet dreams about almost every other night. "you must be y/n! I'm jay, sunghoon's roommate, come on in." you were so taken aback by just how pretty he was that your body almost forgot to respond. you collected yourself quickly before walking into the neat apartment, the smell of pasta cooking in the kitchen wafting through the apartment. "I heard you might not have had dinner yet, so I've made some food, you'll be fine with staying for dinner, won't you?" you nodded, and sat down at the bar stool he'd just pulled put for you, clutching your bag to your stomach.

"quiet little thing, aren't you sweetheart?" he asked, leaning on the counter with a small smile playing on his lips. "sorry, I'm just, quite awkward around new people." you cringed at your words, silently cursing yourself for being so awkward around someone as cute as jay, but he just laughed, turning around to stir the bowl of pasta around for a minute. "I understand. you can lay your things out on the table by the way, sunghoon should be back any moment now." just as he said that, sunghoon strolled in through the front door, smiling at you when he saw you seated at the table. he had his rose gold rimmed glasses on and to say he looked good was an understatement. "all settled in, I see. give me a minute and I'll join you." you nodded and gave him a small smile, pulling the heavy 800 page calculus textbook out of your backpack.

sunghoon walked out of his bedroom to find you and jay talking about some of the sums in the textbook, the two of you leaning over the same page and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. "you know, jay's actually better at math than I am." he said, sliding into the seat next to yours. "really?" you asked, looking up at the older boy who nodded down at you. "back in high school, math and biology were my favourite subjects. his-" he jerked his head towards your tutor. "were actually chemistry and English. when he got good at math is a mystery to me, but ehhhh I'd say he's not too bad." he said, laughing as sunghoon looked at him in disbelief. you giggled at the exchange between the two best friends, opening up the page sunghoon told you to go to before getting started with your work.

jays presence was surprisingly quite helpful, filling in the parts that sunghoon was having a little trouble explaining and overall helping you learn a lot more than you usually would with just sunghoon teaching you. there were times when they'd call you these sweet nicknames, jay being no different from his best friend, you'd noticed and the smirks they exchanged going unnoticed by you who'd just bent over the book to distract yourself from thoughts of them.

sunghoon and jay teasingly flirted with you almost the entire evening, enjoying your sweet little reactions when they called you "doll" or "sweetheart". even while eating, jay was constantly checking up on you, making sure you ate well and helping you wipe off anything you got on your face, something that not even your parents did for you, the small gestures evoking butterflies in your stomach. they ended up taking you back home together, bidding you goodnight with bone crushing hugs. your house was empty as always, your parents off to whatever party called out to them that night.

you soon became a frequent visitor at jay and sunghoon's apartment. sunghoon often holding his tutoring sessions there, to which jay became a permanent member. he was always there to help and whenever it got late, he always sent you home with food in your belly. their affectionate and caring gestures did not help your growing feelings for them, and you were convinced they were just being friendly, not knowing they were absolutely smitten with everything you did. from your favourite foods to the cute pastel tones in your backpack and pouch, they had noticed everything about you.

it wasn't until one evening that they finally managed to act upon their feelings. the night before your tutoring session you'd fallen asleep, only to dream of sunghoon and jay fucking you and eating you out. everything just felt so real in that moment, getting lost in your dream that when you finally woke up, you were disappointed to find that it wasn't real. your panties were damp and you felt sweaty and sticky all over, and you had never felt so filthy your entire life.

you shuddered at the image of the two of them in your head once again, before going to shower and heading out for your classes for the day. you had a hard time looking jay straight in the eye that evening, his sweet, yet heavy gaze almost making you squirm when you caught his eye as you solved a sum. you appeared to be a little out of it that evening, something that did not go unnoticed by the two men as they shared a glance when you were bent over the book.

"how about we stop a little early today, hm? let's order some takeout and watch a movie, what do you say?" sunghoon asked, gently pulling the book away from you and shutting it close. "that sounds good to me." you mumbled, resting your head on the cool marble, avoiding both their gazes.

"sweetheart, look at us, please." jay said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you couldn't help but listen, looking up at him from where your cheek was pressed against the counter to find both him and sunghoon staring at you intently. "is everything alright? you've been a little quieter than usual today." sunghoon asked as jay gently stroked the back of your head. you were taken aback by the question, wracking your brain to come up with an excuse to tell them.

"n-nothing, I just stayed up a little later than usual last night." they seemed to buy it, nodding as sunghoon helped you off the stool to make you sit on the sofa while jay ordered food for the three of you. After dinner, you found yourself sandwiched between the two men, sunghoons arm around your shoulder while jay absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down your thigh. and at this point, that was all you could focus on, the movie playing in the background long forgotten.

when you finally managed to turn your attention back to the screen, the scene playing was quite a sensual one, the two characters locked in quite a passionate kiss, their hands running all over each other. you tore your eyes away from the screen to look over at jay who was already looking down at you, taking in your every reaction. you looked over at sunghoon who was doing the same, only he had a shit-eating grin making its way onto his lips.

"what?" you mumbled, crossing your arms and looking back up at the screen, where thankfully the movie had moved onto the next scene. "has anyone ever told you how adorable you are, princess?" jay asked, lowering the volume of the television and turning so that he was facing you. you sunk into the sofa, muttering a little "no", pulling up the strings of your hoodie to cover the bottom half of your face, making sunghoon chuckle.

"none of that now, baby." he said, moving your hands and pulling the strings down to see your face. the nickname had your mind spinning, and you could feel them staring at you as you gently pushed jay's face away. "stop staring." you whined, making the two of them lean in even further, their faces hardly inches away from yours. "look at me, darling." sunghoon said, grasping your jaw to make you look at him. one look into your eyes was all it took and he was leaning in, soft lips moving against yours in a sweet kiss. he leant his forehead against yours, pulling away and smiling softly at your closed eyes.

the moment was ruined when all of a sudden you were pulled onto jay's lap, and he was pressing sweet kisses against your cheeks and lips and you were giggling, your eyes shut firmly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. "wha- hey! no fair!!" sunghoon pouted, as he watched you and jay, a small smile creeping onto his face. "couldn't help myself, sorry." jay said, not sounding apologetic at all. "I can feel you squirming on my lap, princess, if you were so needy you could've just said so, hm?" he said, turning you around so your back was against his chest, as sunghoon leaned over to you, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"do you want us to take care of you, darling?" jay asked sweetly, leaving small kisses on the side of your face. you nodded, leaning back into him. "words, baby." sunghoon said, gently patting your cheek to get your attention. "yes- I want both of you to take care of me, please." "good girl. so polite." sunghoon said, hooking his fingers around your pants to pull them down, along with your panties, exposing your bare cunt to them as jay groaned and helped you take off your big hoodie.

"look at you, princess, so fucking pretty for us." jay said, twisting and rolling your nipples between his fingers, your little whimpers and breathy moans only fueling his thirst for you. sunghoon, on the other hand could not take his eyes off your pretty cunt, his hands smoothing up and down your thighs. "gonna eat you out now, baby, okay?" you nodded, and he gave you a small smile before he was between your thighs, his lips attached themselves to your clit, letting out a groan instantly that sent vibrations through your whole body. "you taste like heaven, darling." he mumbled, your whines and moans getting louder as jay smirked, sucking dark marks into the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

"gonna mark you up all nice and pretty so everyone knows you're ours." jay said, your mouth agape and your warm body all pliant and ready for them to use. sunghoon threw your thighs over his shoulder as he continued to eat out out like a starved man, his nose bumping against your clit, your hand coming up to your mouth to contain some of your whimpers when jay turned you to look at him. "none of that now, sweetheart." he said moving your hand so that he could kiss you, his lips swallowing all of the pretty sounds you made.

"p-please let me cum- ah-" you whimpered, gripping onto jay's wrist. "go on then, darling. cum for us." he said, squeezing your left breast in his palm. you let out a high pitched whine as you came, sunghoon licking up all your cum before getting up and smirking, licking his lips as he watched your chest move up and down. "think you can go on for us, angel? or do you want to stop here?" jay asked, rubbing gentle circles onto your waist. "want more, please." you whispered resting your hand on top of his. "to the bedroom then!" sunghoon exclaimed, picking you up and kicking open the door to jay's room, and setting you down on his bed.

jay walked in after sunghoon, pulling off his shirt almost instantly. "I'm gonna fuck you while you take hoonie's cock down your throat like a good girl, okay darling?" you nodded, as jay pulled you to the edge of the bed, sunghoon manhandling you so that you were on all fours. sunghoon stood in front of you, shirt tossed to the corner of the room in a hurry as he pulled down his pants, his hardened member flushed and slapping against his abdomen. "like what you see, sweetheart?" he smirked. "mouth wide open for me now." he tapped his cock against your lips. you opened your mouth and stick your tongue out, allowing him to grip your hair as you attempted to fit all of him in your mouth.

at the same time, jay lined himself up at your entrance, pushing himself in slowly, allowing you to get used to his size. you moaned around sunghoons cock, the vibrations making him grip your hair harder and throw his head back. "shit baby- such a good little slut for us." he mumbled, taking control as he began to fuck your mouth. you lightly squeezed jay's hand, a silent request for him to move and when he did, you swore you'd never felt this good before. he was huge and with every thrust he hit that perfect spot, making you see stars, letting both of them take control of both of your holes.

their groans were music to your ears, your perfect mouth and pussy warm around their cocks, and it was sunghoon who came first, making you swallow everything and making you stick your tongue out for him to see. "good girl." he praised, and your walls clenched around jays cock, making him chuckle. "looks like our sweet little girl likes it when we praise her, hm? you like it when we tell you good you've been?" you nodded, the knot in your stomach almost coming undone. "cum- please!" you gasped, gripping onto the sheets. "cum for us, darling." sunghoon said, pulling your hair to make you look up at him. you let go at the same time as jay did, his load filling you up and dripping down your thighs.

"think you can take my cock too, darling?" sunghoon asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "yes, yes I can." you whispered, giving him a small smile. sunghoon traded places with jay but instead of making you suck him off, jay made you suck on his fingers, cooing at you for looking so cute. sunghoon slid in easily, fucking jay's cum back into you, groaning at how easy it was to just slide in. he felt just as good as jay, small whimpers and moans leaving your mouth, jay's eyes fixated on your every reaction. "you're taking his cock so well, doll, looking so pretty all fucked out for us."

you looked up at him with your big eyes and he pulled his fingers out to press kisses to your cheeks and lips, just as sunghoon leaned down to rub your clit, his rough fingers on the oversensitive bud sending you over the edge. "that's it, good girl." jay whispered as sunghoon came with one last groan, leaning over you to press a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

"did so well for us, darling let's let's cleaned up, yeah? I'll tell your mom you'll need some extra time so you can sleep here today." you nodded and held your arms out to him and they carried you over the the tub in sunghoon's bathroom, gently washing you before making you drink at least 3 glasses of water, tucking you into bed with sweet praises and gentle touches. "I'm not too sure about math, but at least we know you'll pass biology now."

[forbiddenfantasies1]

J/B Smut Swap Fic Recs

There have been so many amazing fics posted in the @jb-smut-swap, but I wanted to share the ones that have really stuck out for me. The amount of talent this fandom has continues to be ridiculous so this is long but in no way comprehensive.

Shocker...I got wordy so it's under the cut. I limited this one to 5 just because I couldn't shut up about them. At least one more will be coming (that's what she said).

with those who know secret things for SimoneBlack, rated E. The premise for Brienne as a sex worker and Jaime, a client who is seeking freedom and trust, could so easily be mishandled. This was anything but. It is somehow simultaneously wonderfully dirty and so, so tender. I lost my mind reading this, and it was worth every throw of my pillow. I'm still trying to understand how it had so much heat with so much heart.

Lines that will live in my head forever: There are several, but I'm gonna go with:

“Do you like to be touched, Jaime?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

Her finger stopped just above his navel, and when she pulled her hand away he swayed towards her. “But you aren't touched often,” she said, warm as a lazy afternoon. He listened for mockery, but there was none, just a fact, stated with quiet empathy.

“No.”

Blue placed her palm – studded with smoothed-down calluses and cooler than he expected – over his heart. “Do you want me to touch you tonight?”

The answer is yes, by the way

what is dark in me illumine for @bussdowntarthiana, rated E. Yall. This fic ruined me for an hour solid. My note on it says "made me want to throw myself through a plate glass window, and then eat the glass" and it's true. Jaime is a bar owner (and an ethical, exiled demon). Brienne is an ethics professor. Their attraction feels so layered, and the vibes of consent, and honor, and acceptance are woven through the smuttiest smut perfectly.

Lines that will live in my head forever: Again, there are so many, BUT this and the scene directly after it will live in my head FOREVER.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her pupils are spreading, darkness over the ocean. "I like hard and fast and filthy," she says evenly. "But do you want to know what happens to me when I hear you talk about how you've chosen to make your way in this world?"

He does. Desperately. "What?"

She opens her mouth, then seems to change her mind. "Maybe in this case, a demonstration would be the better pedagogical tool."

That prim word with all those consonants bouncing around in her mouth makes him want to sink his teeth into her. "Please feel free, Doctor Tarth."

(I can't talk about what her demonstration was because it makes me want to break things).

Hush for TwoKnightsOneCup, rated E. This is another that fell in the "Fuck this fic and this writer" category for me. It's a 5+1 structured fic where Jaime is a chopper pilot and Brienne is a researcher in Antarctica, and they're trying to fuck quietly all over the place without getting caught. Stupidly hot with amazing scenery porn, and some singular lines that will have you wanting to throw hands at the author for burrowing into your brain.

Lines that will live in my head forever: I almost picked the part with the belt, but honestly it's so fucking horny on main and I'm trying to have some decorum here. So I'll go with this instead.

“I’m taking these off,” Jaime tells her, his voice a low growl, and Brienne flushes but she lets him peel her thermal tights and underwear down while she sprawls on the bedroll before him, and it feels like flying in low out of the clouds over the frozen coastline for the first time, seeing the glacier rolling down to the water’s edge: the impossible extent of it, the startled sense of wonder. There are fading bruises on her shins and the vivid bright rash of a scrape on her knee, and he marvels at all the colors that make up the endless landscape of her. But then he nudges her knees apart and sees her cunt wet and open for him, smells her, and he realizes she’s not like that pallid, uninhabitable scenery at all: she’s pink and red and alive, almost steaming in the cool air. His mouth waters, and he shoves his arms under her thighs and descends.

But seriously...the part with the belt? Whew.

Lines that will live in my head forever: When they eventually came up for air, he looked at her with a look she’d seen on him in the courtyard every time he was going to go on the offence. Here, she knew not what it meant, yet it still sent a similar sort of anticipation down her spine.

Thrust Exercises for greenmtwoman, rated E. God this damn fic. First of all, it's basically canon divergence with a young Jaime and Brienne. Jaime has been Master at Arms at Evenfall ever since Selwyn lugged his ass home after the Rebellion like the world's mouthiest souvenir. There are three things to know about this fic: 1) Jaime and Brienne are genuinely friends in this. Their history and affection are just so apparent. 2) Jaime plans (beforehand!) to introduce Brienne to strip sparring (!!!) before the bedding. And 3) Jaime is so horny for his wife, y'all. He wants her so bad and there's a moment where he realizes she wants him too that made my heart migrate to my eyes.

“It means, I want you.” Before she could ask, he said, “I told you before, didn't I? Your face is very loud.”

She frowned; he lifted himself on his toes and kissed the knot between her brows.

“I quite like it,” he said, “your very loud face.”

They just like each other so much. I can't stand it.

Light my fire for me, and rated E. I've already recced this one in a separate post, but it's my list and I can do what I want. And what I want is to tell people to read this fic because I loved it so much. Brienne and Jaime are coworkers at a ski lodge, and are celebrating the end of a season. Jaime, bless his thotty soul, is wearing a union suit under his ski wear, and if that isn't code for "wants his dick admired" well then I don't know what is. When their roommates hook up, Jaime and Brienne are forced to share a cabin and if it has so many of my favorite tropes in it, I can barely stand it. I was so, so happy with my gift, and I just want everyone to read it and be happy too.

Lines that will live in my head forever: They stand in front of the fireplace and Jaime backs up half a step, watching her from beneath hooded eyelids as he undoes more buttons of his union suit. He takes his time, and she lets her eyes devour every sliver of skin he slowly exposes – muscled chest with dark blond hair scattered across it, defined abs highlighted by the orange glow of the fire, the V of muscle at the bottom of his stomach that leads her eyes down to the hard jut of his cock outlined by the cloth. He stops unbuttoning just there, sliding the top of the union suit down off his shoulders and letting the arms hang at his sides.

This is literally why I prompted the union suit. All I wanted was Jaime in a union suit with Brienne admiring the shape of his cock through the thin fabric. That's it. The one paragraph hit every dream I had for it, but all the other paragraphs are good too.

[alyisweyerd]

Colors

Summary: You have troubles sleeping, so does Bucky. You both realize you need each other. (I suck at summaries)

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. Writers block hit me like a train as soon as i got started! But no fear! I finally got it done! This is for @buckysmischief​ #gabs1kwritingchallenge ! I hope yall enjoy!

THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Warnings: Smut, friends with benefits, Buck being a dumb, reader also being a dumb

Enjoy!

              You leaned against the door frame to his room, arms crossed, you could tell he was awake. The way his frame tensed when the door creaked. Underneath the blankets was Bucky. If you didn’t know what it was you probably wouldn’t notice the brunette locks that laid flat on his pillow in a mess. The room was dark. Dark to the point where you wouldn’t know there was a bed or someone in it if the hall light wasn’t on in annoying florescent fashion. The door frame creaked as you got off of it, trying your best to stay quiet even though the super soldier was awake and knew it was you.

Closing the door sent the room into a blanket of darkness, the only light now illuminating him was the moon itself. Eyes trying hard to adjust, you move forward into the darkness of his room, knees brushing the edge of the bed, letting it dip underneath the pressure as you gather yourself up on it and underneath the duvet. You heard his breath hitch at the feel of your hands touching his bare shoulder. Tonight, you would curl up behind him and remind him that you’re here, Steve’s here, Sam is here. He has people that he can count on. Even if that just meant cuddling after a nightmare.

You knew his nightmares were bad. Across the hall and two doors to the left you could still hear him screaming. Tonight, was just like every other, except this time, you came to his aid. You always attempted to leave him be, he never was one to like being coddled. So, as you slipped your arm around his masculine frame, you felt the sweat, the shivering, you heard the shakiness in his gasping breath. The small tell-tale signs he has been dreaming of terrors that haunt his every move.

You two stayed like that, comforting him as he came back down to earth, doing nothing but grounding the man back to his bed, letting your fingers caress his stomach. The silence heavy but needed until Bucky felt like he was okay. Letting your eyes slide shut you listened to his shallow breathing and the heavy heartbeat that sang through his body.

“Thank you.” It was loud compared to the silence they just had. But his voice was barely a whisper. You hummed as he grabbed your arm wrapped around him and pulled you tighter. “Thank you.” He spoke once again, voice sounding tight in his throat as he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your tender knuckles.

Letting your head rest against his back you whispered, “Anything for you. You know that.” Letting the silence set in, the two of you both shut your tried to sleep more.

The morning came, and as you awoke, you felt the warmth of a sleeping super soldiers against you. His slow deep breaths tickling the nape of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your frame. Breathing in you inhaled him in, smelling of cinnamon and wood-fires, you snuggled closer to the burly man allowing yourself a moment of peace before he awakens and pushes you away.

His heart skipped and his breathing stuttered. He was awake. “Good morning, James.” Bucky looked down at you, eyes still foggy from sleep as he realizes whom he’s with and where he is.

“Why do you do this?” Bucky paused and pushed your shoulders so he can look at you. “Why do you come? Why bother?” You could tell the nightmare plagued Bucky’s mind still.

“Because… I care about you…” You rested your hand lightly on his chest as he flinched from your intimate touch. “You matter to me, Bucky.” Grey blue eyes met yours as he searched for the truth. Stretching upwards, your lips touched his in a feather light kiss. Painstakingly slow Bucky started to return the loving gesture you gave him. His arm tightening around you, your hands rushing up to his neck as he nudged your legs apart, you wrap one of them around his waist hoping to pull him even closer.

Your hands found his hair and you scratched at his scalp, making a deep guttural moan come from the large man. His calloused hand roaming your back, down your spine and to your hips, letting his hands caress the top of your ass. You pressed your chest against him, letting Bucky hold you tight. Kisses between the two of you got deeper as Bucky begged for entrance inside of your mouth, tongues colliding in a quiet, wet dance. Pressing against each other for dominance. Hands still in his hair you pulled, making another groan come from the burly man.

Pulling away from your mouth he worked his lips lower. Kissing your cheeks, jaw, neck, and stopping on your clavicle to suck a sweet bruise into your skin. A noise came from you that you haven’t heard in a while. Continuing his journey down your body he reached for the end of your shirt, pulling up on it.   Letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground Bucky continued, sucking and biting small marks onto your chest. Reaching your breasts, Bucky latched his mouth onto your right nipple, both of you releasing a groan he twisted your other nipple with his cold metal fingers. Your hands grasping at his hair, pulling at his long locks.

Your brain finally kicked into function and you opened your eyes. “B-Bucky…” You pushed against him to pull him back, “Bucky, please.” He finally got the hint and lifted his face, eyes full of sleepy lust.

“Mmm. What?” Bucky nuzzled your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

You pulled up, resting your body on your elbows, your chest still on full display to Bucky as he slowly devoured you with his eyes. “Do you really think this is right? I mean… If we do this…”

“This doesn’t have to be anything serious.” That through you for a loop.

“What?” Bucky got off of you and laid on his side.

“We don’t have to make this anything more than… well, this…” Your eyes widened as Bucky smirked. You’ve always liked him, and this just put a pin into your plan.

You swallowed and looked up into his ocean eyes. “Is that what you want?” Bucky nodded and kissed your shoulder.

“If that’s okay…” Bucky paused, rubbing small circles into your hip. “If you’re okay with it…”

‘No…’ You thought this entire thing was terrifying, you; Bucky, the thought of all that is between you is the sex. It terrified you. Did this mean you weren’t good enough for him? Were you just another piece of ass to him?

You cared for Bucky. Dreamed of a life for him, where he can be happy, maybe even be happy with you. You just wanted him to be himself. If this is what he wanted, to be with you…But not with you. Then you can deal with it. Sucking up your pride, you swallowed, and nodded.

“I need you to say it, doll.” Bucky caressed the skin on your arm, letting goosebumps pop up from his touch.

“Y-Yes, Bucky… I want this.” Bucky let out a long breath.

“Thank fuck.” That was the last thing he said before his lips slotted with yours.  “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this? I have dreamed about this.” He trailed slowly down to your jaw, sucking a small kiss behind your ear, and then back down to your collarbone. “God, you’re amazing.” His hands rushed down to your hips, rubbing deep circles pulling the tops of your shorts down a tad.

“You’re gorgeous doll, perfect.”  Working back down towards your perked breasts, nibbling a bit on the small buds you gasped.

“J-James, please…” your nails found his shoulders and dug into the soft skin. “M-More…”

Bucky grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. Wasting no time, he immediately dragged his fingers up the inside of your thigh. “You gonna be wet for me doll?” You nod feverishly, letting the embarrassment settle in on your cheeks. Covering your face, you let out a shaky moan.

“Babydoll, get those hands away from your face so I can see you. I want to see all of you.” He grabbed one of your hands and pulled it away, your eyes connecting with his lust filled blue ones. “Perfect.”

Buckys metal hand dipped into your folds, letting you writhe and gasp. “B-Bucky, please…” Buck smirked and stroked at your clit, rubbing small circles against the nub full of nerves.

“Please what baby?” You tilted your head back against the pillow and groaned. He was going to be the death of you.

“I need you. Bucky- I need you in me, please.” Bucky laughed and yanked off his pajama pants and boxers.

“Well that’s all you had to say, princess.” Leaning over you, Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, pausing again. Bucky looked at you and his blue eyes turned serious. “Last chance, Y/N. Last chance to back out and we can say this never happened.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around his hips. “For fuck’s sake Bucky!” You pushed the heels of your feet into his ass making him jolt forward into you.

You both moaned at the sensation. “Fucking hell, princess. You feel so amazing.” Letting you adjust, he leaned down and kissed at your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Bucky, move, I’m ready.” Slowly, Bucky pulled out and pushed back in. Breathless moans let Bucky know he was doing something right. Bucky got faster, the tension between the two of you melting like butter. All that’s left is gasps and moans, and small dirty phrases whispered quietly into each other’s ears.

Your moans grew louder as you got closer to your peak. With a bite to his earlobe you came around him, the room hot and heavy with the stench of you two. “Im close.” Bucky whispered as he continued to slam into you.

“You can come in me, im on the pill.” Bucky let out a breath and grabbed your legs. Pushing them forward, Bucky angled himself directly onto that little spot that makes you swear you’ve seen god. “O-Oh fuck, Bucky!” His hips stuttered and he pulsed inside you once, twice, and then stilled his hips as he collapsed onto you.

“Jesus, why haven’t we done this sooner?” You laughed breathlessly as he pulled out.

Pulling away from you, Bucky looked down towards his mess and smirked a bit, pushing his and your come back into you. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” Bucky sauntered towards the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water, cleaning himself first and then you.

Flopping back down on the bed, Bucky brought his hands behind his head. “So whenever you want to drop by, you can.” You could tell he was starting to pull away again. Slowly you got up, collecting your things and putting them on slowly.

“Y-Yeah. Same goes for you. My doors always open.” Pulling you shirt over your head, you went for the door.

“Y/N?” Turning back around, you see Bucky, still stark naked, sitting up on his recently fucked in bed. ‘God he looks gorgeous.’

“Yeah?” Bucky smirked.

“See you around, okay?” You nodded and rushed out, desperately needing a shower and to get as far from him as you could for the moment.

***

Months… Months is how long this continues and its waring on you. The late-night texts, the small looks you receive in the common areas, sly touches to your side in the kitchen while he whispers into your ear what he plans on doing to you. You can’t do this for much longer. The two of you were in a deep make out session that was leading to clothes falling to the floor, your shirt, his shirt. Your pants undone for easy access. It took a puff of breath during a very intimate session on the bed to your neck to jolt you away from him to realize you can’t do this.

“Bucky. Stop. Violet—shit Violet…” That word pulled him away. He stopped, eyes wide, hands flinching away from you.

“Your safe word already? Doll, we just—” You stopped him and got up. Tears threatening to spill, you reached down to pick up your shirt off his floor. “Y/N… Shit—Y/N, c’mon, talk to me babe.” He reached out to, wrapping his hand around your elbow.

You yanked away as if he had burned you, tears now falling like a waterfall, fat and ugly. “Don’t. Don’t call me that…” Wiping pointlessly at your face you turned to him and gave in. “Buck… I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. The whole ‘Friends with Benefits’ thing.” You gave him air quotes, letting your eyes drift away from him. It hurt to look at him and say this. “Bucky, I can’t help that I’ve fallen hopelessly irrevocably in love with you.” You looked at his astonished face, eyes glued to his as you finally laid your heart out.

“I fucking love you and you won’t let me have you.” You hiccupped and wiped your nose poorly on your wrist. Bucky looked at you with confusion and sympathy. His face said; ‘oh you poor girl.’ That just pissed you off. “Stop looking at me like you haven’t known about this for months. I was so nervous getting into this type of relationship with you because of this. I knew I would. And I still did it because I wanted to be near you. With you in some way.” You laughed. “Sometimes I think, ’What if I just said no?’ Because what would happen? Would I still be in love with you? Would you be jumping on some poor girl in the bar?” You sat back down on the bed, tears falling in heavy droplets. Bucky remained silent after your reveal, making you feel that much worse about the entire thing.

The silence continued as your tears slowly came to a halt. Bucky sat on the bed next to you, giving you space but also trying to silently be there for you. His hand touched your lower thigh, a soft caress on your knee helped you breathe a little more. “You know… Together we make a pretty damn good team.” Buckys gruff voice made you look up at the man. His soft blue eyes gazing into you. He looked away and back down to his lap, pulling his hand with him. “I… I don’t know… How… I can’t just fall into something. It takes time and I thought… Maybe, there could be a way for me to forget that all this shit has happened. Maybe I could talk about it, or…” His eyes landed back on you.

“That first night you came to my room… Why.” Buckys eyes burned into your soul, pulling you towards him.

Sniffling, you answered, voice cracked and weak. “You were screaming… I knew you were having nightmares and I just…” You wiped your nose once again. “I wanted to help.” Bucky hummed and looked back down to his feet.

“I get that… The feeling of wanting to help. When Stevie and Tony started fighting over the accords, I wanted to help him. I felt like what I was doing was right.” Bucky paused and huffed. “But that has nothing to do with what me and you are going through.” He turned back to you and smiled. “You did help me. After that night… The nightmares… They became less recurring. I wake up fresh every morning, feel like I can conquer the world.” Laying his hand on yours he squeezed lightly. “You did that. You. Being around you, hearing your laugh, your moans, your breathing being near you helped me feel like a human again instead of some super soldier machine.” Your eyes widened, and you looked at his face for any sort of hint to a lie.

“At first I thought it was the sex. Which I really enjoy by the way.” That made you smile a bit, a laugh bubbling up in your chest. “So, I kept you at a distance. ‘I get lonely and drift to my thoughts, call Y/N.’ I can’t sleep. ‘Y/N, you up?’ I wake up in cold sweats from vivid dreams, I walk to your room and sneak in.” You turned your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. “I started relying on you for sex alone because that’s what I thought would help… But you started talking to me, letting me in. Giving me a chance to know the real you.” Bucky smiled and rested his forehead against yours. “I started falling for you… I just thought you wanted the same from the beginning, so I never bothered. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Your reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing the laugh lines next to his mouth. “I love you, James Barnes.” You kissed him passionately, pulling in all the emotion you’ve hidden.

“I love you too, doll.”

Your hands reached up into his locks and you scratched at his scalp. “What do we do now?”

Bucky laughed and kissed you again. “How about we finished what we started?” You smiled and laid back down on the bed.

“Deal.”

[kingjasnah]

actually. actually let’s talk about diversity in fantasy let’s give that a go. im mad and im gonna be that way for a while

don’t want to read all this? fair. tldr: fantasy writers who rely not only on the medieval europe model but also hide behind historical accuracy in 2020 (fuck it, from ‘95 onwards) are lazy and unimaginative and should be held accountable no matter how many white 20 year old dudes jerk off to whatever power fantasy is embedded in the plot. so lets chat about that lads. (slightly) drunk rant under the cut

now prelim shit: we know fantasy is used both as escapism and as a way to deal with various traumas via magical metaphor. staples of the genre. even if jk rowling busted out the laziest and at times offensive metaphor for ww2 and racism ive ever seen, she still adhered to time and true tropes. whatever.

so why have we, in this post game of thrones era, become insanely obsessed with realism? i can hear sixty 20-something year old men crying at me rn like oh ohh oh its based off the war of roses oh wahh all medieval fantasy fiction is based off england and the crusades anyway so women should get raped and people of color should be demonized its not racism its xenophobia and also gay people dont exist and disabled people are systematically killed off and if we stretch the magic fixes mental illness thing a LITTLE further we have straight up eugenics.

we all know where the england but myth thing came from. now the thing about tolkien is that while i will always absolutely love lotr, looking at the LAZY state of fantasy? damn i kinda wish he hadn’t revolutionized the genre. the bitch was still racist. he still didnt give a shit abt women (eowyn was just a vehicle to show how much he fucking hated macbeth anyone holding jrrt up as a feminist icon for that needs to sit the fuck down and explain to me why i can count the woman speaking roles in lotr, a story with a name and fleshed out backstory for every minor character, on one hand but thats! another post). he had something to say abt class with sam i’ll give him that but he is still 100% NOT what we need to hold our standards to in 2020. 

i dont want to talk about old school fantasy, like 80s early 90s cause theres literally no point. its sexist, racist, ableist for sure, this we know. david eddings (not even that old school tbh) can rise from the grave and explain himself to me personally and i still wont forgive him for ehlana. 

so let’s talk historical accuracy. quick question. who the FUCK gives a shit? WHO is this elusive got fan who’s out here like blehh actually??? this method of iron production is TOTALLY anachronistic of the time. ummm these vegetables in this fictional world were NOT native to english soil so how are they here? cause i know this is the classic argument but ive never actually met someone who cared about the lack of dysentery as much as they care abt the women getting raped on screen/page. 

god forbid you have to worldbuild for a second god forbid you can’t rely on the idea of fantasy readers already have in their head god forbid you have an original idea god forbid you spend more than two seconds thinking about ur setting (oh i should mention i dont....really blame GoT for its setting cause of how long ago it was og written but trust me i sure as hell blame grrm for writing a 13 yr old giving ‘consent’ to sex with a grown man within the first couple of chapters) 

If we accept the basic premise of fantasy as escapism, and i AM drunk so i will NOT be finding fuckin. quotes and shit for this but come on tolkien said it himself and as much as i’ll drag him he crafted the simplest and most powerful fantasy metaphors on the board rn. But if we know its escapism. If we know. then who is it escapism for? certainly not for me, the gay brown woman who busted through all of GoT in 10th grade. 

modern fantasy lit used as an excuse for that white male power fantasy is literally disgusting. calling historical accuracy is so fucking dumb ESPECIALLY cause we, as ppl in the 21st  century, KNOW women have been consistently written out of the story. poc ppl, gay and trans ppl, anyone with a god forbid disability has been WRITTEN out of history as we know it, INCLUDING the fucking war of the roses so HOW can we hold up testimony we know is flawed to support our FICTIONAL. STORY. just to??? support the white power fantasy?? literally noah fence but if you are a white guy who felt really empowered by every time jim butcher described a woman tell me: how do you think that’ll hold up in classic HisToRiCaL fantasy. you think thats a fucking noble pursuit? or are you grima wormtongue out here. 

(side note: jim butcher stop writing challenge i dont need to know abt every woman on page’s nipples. anyone who hides behind subgenre like that? ‘ohhh its a noir story thats why hes sexualizing everyone’ shut the fuck up an author isnt possessed by a fuckin muse and compelled to bust out 500k they have agency and they have choice and they MADE the choice to reserve said will for none of their female characters)

which brings me to point 2: target audience and BOY is the alcohol hitting me rn but WHO is this for? this isnt the fucking 80s we know poc and other marginalized folk read fantasy FOR the escapism. on god ive had a cosmere focused blog for nearly three years and. im just gonna say it im interacted with A LOT of yall and ive managed to talk to VERY few white straight ppl as compared to everyone else. 

like....who deserves to see the metaphor on homophobia or racism. joanne rowling? the bitch who literally tried to sell us happy slaves and the disgusting aids metaphor and the worst case of antisemitic stereotypes i ever saw in an nyt bestseller? yall think that was for US? or was it for the white guilt crowd. 

literally white people can find any book about them that they can relate to. but hmmm maybe theres a reason gay women care so much about stormlight archive’s jasnah kholin, a brown woman who’s heavily coded as wlw. or kaladin, the FIRST fantasy protag ive ever seen with clinical depression. hmm i wonder why a bunch of millennials are vibing all of a sudden. im not saying sanderson is perfect--but its the best ive seen from a white author tbh

maybe theres a reason a lot of poc vibe with a literary way to express trauma, and maybe thats why i specifically get so pissed when its not done well. theres a REASON books about outcasts pushing through and claiming their own lives are popular with people who arent white and straight and able bodied. Junot Diaz had a point. maybe lets STOP catering to those assholes who think theyre joseph campbell’s wet dream personified. ive lost respect SO many authors who are objectively talented. pat rothfuss can write so beautifully that ive cried to bits of name of the wind but literally i will never pick that series up again (not just because of the felurian. women in general tbh. mostly the felurian ngl) cause 1) i personally KNEW men whod jerk off to that shit and 2) there was no need for it there was no plot reason for ANY of that shit 

so like obviously thers an issue with authors of color specifically not getting recognized for fantasy and genre work but on god??????? im still mostly mad at the legions of white authors churning out the same medieval england chosen one books year after fucking year. have an original thought maybe. also im sorry that you as an author lack the basic empathy needed to examine the way that women? or any group of people that youre explicitly writing about see the world and would specifically see YOUR made up world. 

yes your fantasy should be diverse, but more than that it should be kind. if you as a writer cant respect groups of people who deserve it....what the hell are you doing in a genre that traditionally is about finding ways to express injustice through metaphor? tolkien’s hero was sam. fantasy was NEVER about the privileged. yall know who you are so stop acting so fucking entitled. peace out. 

[dreamcity-rawr]

Puppy Hair || Jisung

DreamFluffPack: PARK JISUNG Genre: fluff, puppy love Summary: Jisung refuses to dry his hair after a shower and you refuse to let him get sick Words: 766 words Warning: so soft ya might melt

  “I told you to dry your hair right after shower!” You say as you walk into the living room with a plate of freshly cut fruits. Park Jisung is sitting on the sofa, playing on his phone. He looks up at you after you put the plate down on the table, smiling cheekily, “Nah, it’ll dry on it’s own eventually”.

  Jisung took a shower a few minutes ago so his hair is still wet, water dripping off the tip of his hair down onto the towel around his shoulders. With a frown, you take the towel off his shoulders and plop it into his head, gently drying his hair with it, “You just walked in the rain for ten minutes and now you refuse to dry your hair. Are you trying to get yourself sick, dude?”

  The male peeps at you with a cheeky smile as you ruffle the towel against is hair, soaking out as much water as you can. “Well, at least I’ll have an excuse to miss a day of school” he says, his low chuckle causing you to shake your head.

    “There’s no way I’m going to school alone, you need the torture too” you say back playfully. After a while, you stop drying his hair with the towel, seeing as it isn’t drying as fast as you need it to. Jisung’s hair is sticking up in all directions possible, looking as if he just received an electric shock, which is what causes you to laugh out loudly.

   Jisung reaches up to fix his messy hair, a little embarrassed but not enough to stop smiling along with you. “Eat some fruit, I’ll go get the hair-dryer” you say, walking away to go find it and Jisung reaches out for a watermelon piece before returning back to entertaining himself with his phone.

    Once you return with the hair-dryer, you notice Jisung playing a game furiously on his phone, brows narrowed together in concentration. So you just quietly walk over, plug in the hair-dryer and stand right in front of Jisung to dry his hair.

   “Tell me if it’s too hot so I don’t burn your head off” you say and he nods, still concentrated on his game. You begin to dry his hair, running your free hand through his hair and ruffling it so it dries faster.

  His brown locks are so soft and silky that you totally lose yourself while drying his hair, occasionally playing with his hair, “Woah, your hair is hella soft”. Jisung chuckles, still looking down on his phone, which bumps against your tummy every now and then because of how close you are.

   “Smells nice too” he jokes, to which you scoff playfully, “That’s my shampoo you were using, Jisung”. You were expecting him to joke back but instead, he genuinely says back, “Exactly. Now I smell good like you”. It makes you freeze for a second, not sure whether he is just absentmindedly saying that because he’s too focused on his phone.

     While drying his hair, your thumb sometimes just draws gentle patterns against the skin of his head, which Jisung notices and he tears his eyes away from his phone to look up at you eventually. “Is it dry yet or are you just trying to turn me bald?” he asks.

   You look down at him, chuckling because he literally looks like a puppy with his messy hair and round eyes. “You’re welcome, you little punk” you roll your eyes. A low chuckle leaves Jisung’s lips as he drops his phone on the sofa and then circles his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so that he’s hugging you by the tummy.

   “Just kidding. Thanks for not letting me get sick” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt, tickling you enough to make you let out a giggle. Your heart does a little flip as he holds you. You pat and stroke his hair back into place so it is neat again before pulling out a hair tie from your pocket. You tie the hair on the top of his head into a cute little palm tree and chuckle.

   With a sweet smile, Jisung looks up at you and teases you, “You seem to be enjoying yourself with my hair”. You step back and pinch his cheek, “That’s just because you look like a puppy and I love dogs”. Jisung boldly pulls on your arm to make you stand close to him again before smiling the cheeky innocent little smile that you of so love and hate at the same time, “Does that mean you love me too?”

♥️  Mark - Renjun - Jeno - Donghyuck - Jaemin - Chenle - Jisung  ♥️

♥️  We have just reached 1000 bubs everyone!!!

♥️  I want to give out a big fat THANKS to each and every one of you bubs out there for showering my work with so much love and support up untill now. It truly means a lot to me as a writer but also, as an NCTzen myself to see these dream scenarios rollin~ ♥️ To celebrate this, I want to write fluffy dream scenarios for each dreamie (plus Mark) to give you all a proper thanks and give back to yall. i haven’t decided on the order of the scenarios, I’m pretty sure I’ll write it randomly and gradually~

♥️ I’ve finally completed the whole DreamFluffPack!!! It’s been a very fluffy month, lol. I really really hope you loved the series~

Thank you again for all the support!! ♥️ I love you, bubs ♥️

[coneygoil]

The Home We Built Together, part 25

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24

Writer’s note:  This chapter gave me such fits! I'm still not satisfied with some of it. I already have the next chapter planned out, and just want to move on. I've worked on it so much I'm tired XD Hope yall enjoy it!

Special thanks to my reader tags! All of yall’s lovely comments get me through the roughest patches of writing! <3 

He’d promised to her a talk. He had yet to fulfill that promise.

It wasn’t a pleasant subject, and Hiccup wished it could be wiped from both their memories. He couldn’t forget, and he doubted Astrid would as well. He knew she wouldn’t. He’d catch the side glares she shot his way. The evidence of a beginning maelstrom flashed behind her eyes at his procrastination.

His timidness had returned. The embarrassment of the awkward experience played out in his head stilling his hand every time he wished to reach for her. Did she think less of him for not being able to pleasure her in that way? Hiccup stressed over the assumed answer. They’d come miles and boundaries far from their wedding night when Astrid chose to slice a dagger’s blade across her ankle than consummate their marriage. But now, he’d taken a giant step backwards in just one misbegotten moment.

On the third evening since the incident, they were headed to the cove to take Toothless flying. Astrid had jogged ahead leaving Hiccup to meander along the trail alone. He couldn’t wait to get in the air. To soar through clouds and reach for the sun and forget the weight that had dragged on his shoulders for the last few days.

His boots had barely hit the grassy cove floor when Hiccup found himself dangling above said floor.

“Toothless!” Hiccup yelped. The Night Fury carried him deeper into the cove. “What’s gotten into you, bud?”

Up ahead Hiccup spotted Astrid. Her arms folded over her chest and her steely gaze narrowed upon him. Uh oh. He was in trouble.

“Thank you, Toothless,” Astrid said, and gave a gestured command.

Toothless unceremoniously dropped him in front of his wife. Hiccup’s legs didn’t catch, and he landed on his bottom. He shot a sharp glance over his shoulder at his dragon, who was looking quite amused.

“Traitorous reptile,” he grumbled, getting to his feet and face to face with his wife. “Astrid, what’s this about?”

“I know you didn’t wet your pants.”

“Oh. You figured it out, huh?” All the exasperation deflated out of him. He turned to hide the burn on his face and threw his arms up then slapped them down to his sides. “But why wouldn’t you? You’re Astrid!”

He didn’t catch the slight falter of Astrid’s features before she fortified herself again.

“Some husband I am. I can’t hold it in long enough to pleasure my wife.” The words sounded strange on his tongue, even after the last few months of marriage. Sometimes it was hard to conceive that he was still a boy in a very grown up world, playing a very grown up part.

Astrid dropped her arms, softening the glower she’d been projecting on him. “Hiccup, don’t beat yourself up over it. Just because it happened this time, doesn’t mean it will next time.” She sighed. “It’s kind of my fault anyway. I caught you off guard and forced you into it.”

He didn’t want her to take the blame. Astrid’s strength was immeasurable, but as the leader of their household, Hiccup felt he needed to take responsibility. “No, Astrid. It’s not your fault. You wanted what any wife would want, and I was the one who ruined it.”

Images of her dressed in the transparent gown flooded his mind’s eyes. The perfect picture of beauty. “You were beautiful in that gown. gods, you were stunning! I still think I’m in some crazy dream that you of all people want me and would allow me to touch you. And—”

“Hiccup?”

“Hmm?”

“I get it, babe.”

“Sorry.” He’d gush over her a thousand years if he was granted that much time. “I want you, Astrid. I really, really want you. But when it happens, I want it to happen naturally. The two of us, in the moment…”

“I understand. I want it to happen that way too. I got a little carried away.” Her palm left scorch marks through his shirt where she rested it on his chest. “I guess we have some ways to go. That means more of this.” She dipped in for a firm kiss that lingered upon his lips. A promise of things hoped for, of moments yet to come that would lead them to the passion they both longed to experience one day.

Hiccup found his fingers inching around her waist and wondered how he didn’t notice he had reached for her. This was what he was speaking of. The naturalness of gravitating to one another. The little gestures of intimacy that would occur without thought.

It was in that moment, Astrid being a breath away and her palm searing into his chest, that the love for her welled up inside him. They’d come so far, opened themselves to learning about each other and from each other.

“Astrid, are you happy? With what we are? With what we have?” Hiccup had wondered upon these questions for weeks and the courage was finally there to accept whatever answer was given.

The corners of her mouth lifted into a soft return. An elegant eyebrow arced into her bangs. “This isn’t where I pictured myself. In a marriage faker than Gobbler’s leg. With someone I tried to not give a second’s thought about most of my life.”

Hiccup’s expectancy began to crumble with every word, but that wasn’t the end of her answer.

She gave him a shake then cupped his cheeks. “You surprised me, Hiccup. I wouldn’t trade what we have for any other life. At times, it’s scary and unpredictable, but I’ve never been this happy in my life. You did that.”

Hiccup was suddenly caught in a memory. I did this – he’d murmured as he gazed at Toothless’ bound and mangled body not that long ago. The accusation toward himself had filled him with crushing guilt. But this new, hopeful statement – you did that – caused a flood of joy to well up inside him.

He’d done something right. He’d brought happiness to the girl his heart flipped over the moon for.

Hiccup leaned forward, focused on those oh-so-tempting lips, but was left with an empty space filled with laughter. He flicked a glare Astrid’s way. A smile spread across her face as she rung with laughter once more.

“You’ll have to catch me for another one,” she playfully taunted.

As she awaited the chase, time slowed to nearly a standstill. Hiccup wanted to record every tiny detail. The joyful smile unmarred by hardship and war. The blue sparkle in the eyes that gleam only for me. Nothing could spoil this snippet of life Hiccup vowed to record in his memory forever.

And then, he launched after her. Around the cove they dashed, dodging rocks and slipping on mossy patches. Astrid was fast and her endurance could not be matched. Hiccup grazed her twice, almost trapping her in the corners of the cove. Astrid eluded him both times. Hopping up on a rock, she planted her fist onto her hips triumphantly.

Hiccup had a plan. The silent communication him and Toothless had practiced was paying off. Astrid cried in surprise as she was lifted in the air, dangling from the Night Fury’s mouth. She kicked out at Hiccup as he approached.

“Not fair, Hiccup!”

“Payback for earlier.”

Astrid’s fists clinched, but she relented, “Fine.”

He nodded his head for Toothless to let her down. Astrid’s nose wrinkled at the dragon slobber on her neck and swiped what she could away. Hiccup wasn’t giving up until he’d collected the spoils from the chase. He stepped up to her expectantly, eyebrows raised. A little growl escaped Astrid’s throat, but she leaned in to press her lips to his. Her hand snaked behind his neck, teasing his hairline as she also teased his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Hiccup was so focused on his prize that he didn’t noticed the cold, slimy wetness of Toothless’ slobber on the back of his neck until Astrid pulled away, grinning like a dragon sitting atop its hoard.

“Consolation prize.”

Her laughter echoed through the cove.

***

He couldn’t get that image out of his head. The love that swelled in him at that moment as Astrid bounced off, her smiling shining back at him like the golden rays of sun. He had to capture it.

Hiccup’s charcoal worked along the brown parchment, scratching out thick lines, forming life. He retraced the memory from earlier that day. The way her hair fluttered around her face. The quirk of her mouth. He wished he could capture the playful gleam in her eyes. Hiccup sat back in his chair, satisfied for the most part with his finished piece.

A soft weight rested on his shoulders. “What? No stick figure this time?”

Hiccup shakes his head. “You deserve to be more than a stick figure. I’m the real-life stick figure.”

Astrid leaned over his shoulder, skimming a fingertip along the empty space of parchment so not to smudge the charcoal. A thoughtful quirk of her lips played on her face. She straightened, and Hiccup was caught off guard as the chair he currently resided in was yanked backwards, the legs scraping along wooden planks.

He watched Astrid curiously as she stepped around the chair. His eyebrows jumped into his bangs at her plopping down in his lap. Her right arm slithered around his neck and draped over his shoulder. Her other arm ran along his collarbones, connecting with its match.

The nightgown that was currently covering her was her usual fare, not the sensual number that she adorned a few evenings prior. This gown is safe, not accentuating her youthful curves…among other things. The softness of her liberated breast press to his side, the sensation cozy instead of lust inspiring. Hiccup is thankful for that. Not every little touch should ignite flames. He must learn to handle the flames before he catches on fire again.

Hiccup wound his arm along her waist, another place on her that wasn’t awkward anymore. But his other hand hung down toward the floor, unsure of where to settle. Astrid couldn’t make all the decisions for them. He had to trust in her honesty and patience with their relationship. If he did something wrong or disappointing, she’d tell him.

Hesitantly, he lifted his dangling arm. Like a benevolent breath before a prayer, Hiccup rested a hand upon her knee. Testing the waters, he grazed his knuckles along her lower thigh, leaving a thick invisible line in his wake.

He crept ever-so-close to the pinnacle of her leg. This was uncharted territory, a place on Astrid’s body he’d never traversed. Her thigh is muscular, as expected, and tight as he gave her a gentle squeeze through the gown’s material. Astrid’s fingers twirl at the ends of his hair, distracting him from his explorations.

How did his life become a fantasy that played out while he had stirred in bed at midnight? How did a 15-year-old disaster become blessed with such luck? A twinge of fear struck Hiccup’s core suddenly. Him and Astrid were risking everything for their new cause.

His chest rose and fell in deep breathes. What if their plan to train dragons failed? What if Berk didn’t listen? What if Toothless was discovered and lost forever? There’d be horrible, heartbreaking consequences, not only for the dragons but for him and Astrid and the home they had built together.

“Hiccup,” he heard Astrid call from what felt like a distance. Warmth cupped his cheek. “Hiccup?”

“Hm?” Hiccup turned within the wall of her palm. How could the hands of a fierce shieldmaiden be this gentle…this loving? Not much different than a dragon, he supposed.

Astrid gave a tiny, strained chuckle. “You look like you were lost at sea.”

He met her gaze. The lantern was running low, casting long shadows in the room. “I’m fine.”

Astrid shifts a little in his lap, and Hiccup is thankful she’s much lighter without her daily gear. She peppered a few kisses along his cheekbone, the contact seeping through his skin and relaxing his distracted mind.

Hugging her close, Hiccup shut his eyes and tried to record every tiny detail of her against him. Tonight, he would live for this. Any worries of tomorrow would have to wait.

tags: @martabm90​ @chiefhiccstrid @drchee5e @celtictreemuffin @hey-its-laura-again @celtictreemuffin 

[netflixonyourcouch]

Euphoria Season 1, Episodes 4 & 5

I got caught up last week and didn’t get to post anything about 4, and I just watched 5, so I’ll roll it all into one.  

Before I start, can we take a moment and appreciate Jules’ “fits?”  She’s like r/streetwear’s wet dream.

Spoilers after:

Episode 4 was really great.  The whole carnival setting had a surreal, almost dream-like feel to it. Much of this was achieved by the stunning technical camerawork.  All of the stunning pans, swoops, zooms and cuts made you feel like you were swirling all through the carnival.  On top of that, the soundtrack was busy and conveyed tension and suspense.  

Lots of characters and little plot points were advanced/developed in this episode despite the bulk of it taking place at the carnival.  You have Kat slipping further away from a quote-unquote “normal relationship” and more toward hedonism/hookup culture.  Jules and Cal cross paths again.  Cassie and Mckay’s falling out kind of shows us how Cassie demonstrates her sexuality and (let’s call a spade a spade) orgasming on the merry-go-round hints at her being a nymphomaniac. Meanwhile Rue sees the residual impact of her drug use when she catches her little sister smoking pot.

The writers stuffed all these advancements like a Trojan horse inside of a “fun” episode.  

The final showdown between Nate and Jules delivered the dramatic payoff that we were all waiting for.  I was on Reddit in a collective panic with the rest of the people who were watching at the same time.  “I think you’re a fucking faggot just like your daddy,” was delivered perfectly by Hunter Schafer, who absolutely bodied her display of fear, disgust and aggression all at once.

Now onto episode 5.

This episode dialed back the experimental shit and just delivered mostly on drama - something I was afraid the series was incapable of doing, and something I’m glad that the writers actually know how to deliver without all of the flashy tricks.  Specifically, I think we can commend the job this episode did with handling domestic violence and at how it shows how different people react to abuse.  I was glad that Nate didn’t slip his way out of this one due to his father’s prominence in the community.  I love how defeated Cal looks when he realizes he can’t hush Maddy’s parents up and his son could potentially face real fucking consequences. Let’s hope there are consequences - however - I still want to point out that I think we were all expecting him to get away with it and I think the show actually subverts expectations by not letting Nate off the hook.  Also, just how good is Nate at being a sociopath - his coy confession to the police detective was perfectly acted.  

Maddy, on the other hand, perfectly embodied victimhood.  We know that it’s difficult for abuse victims to leave their partners and Euphoria shows how, especially in this modern age, how difficult that can be.  Nowadays there are countless ways to reach people; social pressure and just simply the belief that the abuser still loves you.  Which is why I damn near clapped when the female officer told Maddy, “Whoever did this to you doesn’t love you.”

I don’t know how to feel about Kat.  On one hand, she’s “owning” her sexuality or whatever, on the other hand, she’s a minor that’s fucking grown men.  Not a fan.

Then there’s this bit about Rue and Jules.  Do the writers read tumblr/fandom?  Because I feel like yall definitely made “Rules” a thing and that they scrambled to shoot and retrofit that tattoo scene in the episode for fanservice.  Also, Jules is feeling the pressure of Rue replacing her dependency on drugs with her dependency on the relationship and it shows.

This series just took a sharp increase in the quality of its writing.  I’m excited to finish off the rest of the season.

[girlbookwrm]

i DO recommend these fics, but this ISN’T actually a rec list

a while ago i did a meta about Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier and Hydra and the headcanons I put in The Terror of Knowing, and I mentioned that I wanted to compile a long-ass list of fics that inspired The Hundred Year Playlist and ppl (hi @conlatio and @marveluc) asked about it SO HERE, AT LONG FUCKING LAST, IT IS.

Fanfiction, like every other art form that has ever existed in the history of ever, is all about synthesis: combining pre-existing elements to make something new. It’s the making something new thing that’s exciting. (If you’re not making something new with your found material, that’s called plaigiarism and it’s distinctly uncool.)

When I was in college and grad school, if we used material from other scholars to make a new idea, we made sure to include a bibliography. 

Now this is fic, so like. Everyone knows that we’re using found material. We put the fandom in the tags and everything. But there’s a lot of unseen inspiration, because it’s harder to tag all the fics and metas you read that gave you ideas and inspiration along the way.

I’m... making an attempt.

These are some, SOME of the fics that inspired the headcanons and characterizations and whatnot that then got incorporated into THYP. I’ve been reading MCU fic since 2014 (possibly earlier) and I didn’t even start thinking about THYP until 2017, so there’s probably a lot of stuff that went into my subconscious that I’ve forgotten about. I’m @ing the authors and sources when I know them, but if any of yall want me to like, un-@you (is that a thing??) or if any of you know of authors who have tumblrs that I DIDN’T @ but should have, pls let me knoooowwww

A (Probably Incomplete, but at least Attempted) Fanfic Bibliography for The Hundred Year Playlist

by Seriously I Don’t Have More Important Things To Do? Astonishing.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS IN THE FICS THEMSELVES. THYP may be rated T for Teen (and even that I debate about tbh, given all the swears and violence) but most of these fics are very emphatically not.  some of them will probably squick you out, some of them might be triggering, so take care of yourselves.

I’ve divided the list into sections by the story they inspired, but all of these stories inspired all the parts of THYP, this is a very very very rough categorization. Think of it as my fanfic n headcanon spice rack. some stories are going to have more or less of one spice or another.

Dreamers With Empty Hands

All the Angels and the Saints by @cesperanza

"You're a brutal person, you know that? You're always rummaging through my guts with your bare hands!" and then Bucky turned away, his long, muscled back curving as he sat on the edge of the bed, hunched and struggling for breath. Steve wanted to draw him, and he also wanted to blot the image from his memory: this picture of Bucky in despair.

Speranza’s Socialist Steve is deeply flawed in a way that people don’t usually write him and i love it so much??? He’s angry, and egotistical, and righteous in a way that’s hard on the people around him and I was like YESGOOD MORE PLS. It’s also a masterful example of how to write a story that’s ostensibly Steve-POV but still manages to make Bucky not only a main player, but a driving force. It’s about Steve, on the surface, sure. But it’s also about Bucky, because Steve is about Bucky and I just *clenches fist* love it.

cascades. 

This fic. THIS FIC. Hngh. Okay so this fic is good on so many levels, but for THYP, the takeaway was me very gently lifting the Bucky-Steve-Barnes Family dynamic and then adding more swears to get to my take on the Bucky-Steve-Barnes Family Dynamic. Namely: 

“Steve was a bit of a Barnes, too, wasn’t he,” she says.

“He was ours,” says Rebecca, shrugging. “We were his.”

i crie???

More Man Than You

“You’re very pretty,” she said, and Steve tensed up.

“I’m not a fairy.”

“No, you’re not, are you?”

this fic has a study guide. and that’s literally all I feel I need to say about it. It’s an exploration of queer culture and masculinity in the 30s and 40s, thinly veiled as stucky fanfiction. (It’s also pretty brutal so I’ll reiterate that you need to heed the goddamn warnings)

Also, lest yall think I came up with Billy Thompson in a vacuum, I didn’t. In this fic, there’s a violent mob runner called Duke, and Steve comes up with a plan to take him down, and Bucky makes sure that there’s a Different plan that Steve doesn’t know about.  It’s all executed a little differently in this fic, but the idea lodged in my brain and got reused in THYP, and kind of became a central theme.

Good Morning Heartache, What’s New?

The Night War by @praximeter

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE. This is... honestly, just one of the finest pieces of fiction i just 

HNNNNGH

I don’t know that I can point to any specific part of this fic and say “this gave me that idea” it was more the... the feel of it. The way the Normandy invasion is written and the way the trauma is handled and the way Steve is just slightly to the left of being a real soldier and especially this:

He asked me with a smile on his face what goes through my mind when I line up my shot—God and country? Pearl Harbor? Uncle Sam? —and I stared at him struck dumb from the question so long that I think he thought I was just plain stupid. The fact is that it is none of those things—not even close. It is sick, numb fear and careful, barely breathing so that I don’t miss. I must never miss. And then when I shoot, an awful thought curls up from my trigger finger to my heart “how many mothers must be praying I will miss?”

The Thirteen Letters

oh you didn’t really think that Not Easily Conquered wasn’t going to be on this list, didja? OF COURSE IT’S ON THE LIST. But possibly not for the reason you might think. That fic is legen-fucking-dary of course, and the scene where Steve gets stabbed was obviously very inspirational for that bit in GMHWN where Steve gets shot in the thigh, but the scene that really got teeth into my brain and Would Not Let Go was the one where the Howlies meet the Winged Victory of Samothrace and 

Bucky knows the truth now. It is a deep and insurmountable truth. She has no face. Like the operative whose head he beat in, like the boy who he killed one month into active duty, even like Bucky himself, Nike is faceless. Bucky feels unprepared, or like he should have brought an offering.

Beside him Steve quakes before the oldest and the only god.

look my fixation with statues didn’t come from nowhere is what i’m saying ok

Sincerely, Your Pal

This fic haunts me because i hate the ending. not because it’s not good (It IS good) or because it’s not the right ending for the story (it IS the right ending for the story) but just because i  h a t e  i t. I just like happy endings is all, and resolutions, and this fic is why THYP will have a happy ending.

But also, I really liked the way this fic dealt with Bucky in Basic and lines like this really caught in my brain:

And of course I want to kill some Nazis I guess but not because they’re people. Not because I actually want people to die because I don’t.

And that sentiment definitely fed into how I write Bucky especially.

The Terror of Knowing

there must have been a moment by @redstarwhitestar (magdaliny’s marvel sideblog)

Listen, I’ve been trying to make sure that there’s a good spread of writers on this list but magdaliny is the exception. Magdaliny is the exception for a lot of things and there must have been a moment when we could have said no is always the first fic I think of when I think of a fic about Bucky’s time as the Soldier. Which is ironic, because it’s very much about his time after that, but that first chapter made uhhhhhhhhhhh an impression.

The fractured nature of the narrative, the way that the reader can piece together a coherent timeline but the main character can’t... that was very influential on TTOK. example:

“Kill him,” the officer says.

The subject says: “Why?”

☙

“Kill him,” the officer says.

The subject makes a mess.

☙

“Kill him cleanly,” the officer says. “Good! Good lad.”

I’ll build a house inside of you

Another magdaliny G I F T, an AU where Nat is much younger and Bucky is her dad, and if you think that didn’t affect the way I write Bucky and Nat’s relationship in THYP, then you are dreaming. 

Past the praises of the handlers, above the hot wet smell of cordite and blood, Natalia can hear crashing and shouting down the hall.

“—goddamn animals, they're little girls, they're just kids, you fucking—”

Her father screams in English, in Mandarin, in Russian, and then he just screams.

I know that’s a super sad excerpt but listen and hear me when I say this fic is actually really good and wholesome and it’s got A+++ OCs and All The Widows and it’s just really good ok

Memory

Bucky is hard AF to write and very few people write him half so well as magdaliny but one of those people is emilyenrose and this fic is M A S T E R F U L. Bittersweet and achingly perfect. It contains this beautiful moment that really stuck with me, where Steve is comparing the post WS “James” to the Pre War “Bucky” and realizes... 

He truly hadn't known James all that well. James hadn't let him. Hadn't wanted him to. Hadn't wanted anyone near him, ever—

—the way Bucky went, when he was miserable, when he was angry...

and that, to me, was kind of key when I went on to write the Soldier, because the Soldier IS Bucky, even when he isn’t.

Fool For Sacrifice

Dona Nobis Pacem

THIS GODDAMN FIC came to me outta FUCKING NOWHERE, I’d already written the first draft for FFS, I’d already started posting it, for crying out loud. And then all of a sudden I stumble upon THIS and i just

It’s already fading, just hours after the skirmish.  And the wounds Sam stitched will heal without a mark.  And the welts on Steve’s chest will disappear.  Like all of it never happened. 

Fuck the serum. He keeps thinking it, saying it.  Maybe if there were some goddamn scars, it’d be easier to process the damage.

This fic is heavy af, it’s like the 65k word version of That Chapter in FFS Where Steve Hits Rock Bottom. This was the fic I read when I was ramping myself up to tackle That Moment

three white horses

This is the other fic I read to ramp up for That Scene, and I think that probably shows in the way I wrote it. It is also is a Strong Contender for the title of Heavyweight Fic That Convinced Me Buck Is Jewish. Honestly I cannot praise this fic enough.

I think the thing that stuck hardest about the Steve in three white horses is the way he feels ghostly himself, like he’s only drifting through the present, and somehow most of his living happens in the past. It’s very beautifully done, and very subtly done, and it’s my go to fic if I am in Dire Need of a Good Clean Crie.

It’s getting an extra long excerpt because This Is My List And Neither God Nor Man Can Stop Me.

Steve's fingers touch metal when he reaches into the second-to-last box, and he feels the blood drain out of his face even before he's looked down. He knows the feel of it too well. He'd know it blind, a hundred years from now. It's Bucky's not-a-medal.

It'd been Bucky's grandfather's, or maybe his great-grandfather's, made of the kind of sterling silver that tarnishes if you look at it funny, so Bucky had always been polishing it; he'd traded cigarettes to the mess staff for baking soda and vinegar, during the war, but the thing was still soot-black half the time, like it is now. It'd been a fool's errand, wearing a thing like that in Axis territory, but Bucky'd worn it on his chain like the rest of the guys wore their Christophers and Michaels, and HYDRA'd ignored it. It was a subtle thing, though: nothing like wearing a Magen David, or the implacable H on Bucky's tags, just a thin slice of metal with a stylized branch and an oblique squiggle Steve only knows is the Hebrew word for life because Bucky told him so.

Bucky'd had a curious mix of reverence and irreverence about it, the same mixture that seemed to colour the whole of his religious life. He'd teased Steve sometimes, saying, “No, wait, you gotta kiss it before you enter the building, you schmuck, what are you, some kinda heathen?” with his legs around Steve's waist. Bucky hadn't complained when Steve had carried on with an inch of silver between his teeth, but Steve had offhandedly called it Bucky's good luck charm once, and Bucky'd blown up; it's not a superstition, he said, it's not a fucking amulet. He'd apologized later, and he'd explained, and said it was a touchy subject, just ingrained. Jews weren't supposed to believe in luck. Bucky'd thought maybe it was the opposite: maybe luck didn't believe in Jews.

Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches

AH YES, THE FIC THAT TAUGHT ME ABOUT LIL AUDREY JOKES. SIPPY CUPS OF SUPERBOOZE! A ROBOT CALLED SHITCAN!! WHAT MORE COULD YOU NEED IN A FIC??? I really like the way it addresses Steve being in the future is all

This one could probably also fall into the list of fics that inspired DWEH, in part because of This, which stuck with me Hard and heavily influenced the opening:

“...You ever have scarlet fever?"

Sam shakes his head.

"It starts in your throat, like an itch, and as your fever starts to climb, your tongue swells up and turns white and that's when they know, really, even before the rash, that it's scarlet fever. You can't swallow, it hurts so much. You're freezing and your joints ache and your fever keeps spiking and you start to hallucinate. I, uh, I thought things were crawling on me and there were voices that I didn't recognize whispering things that didn't make any sense. My mom had to fight me just to get me to drink broth, but I threw it up most of the time, anyway. Then I got pneumonia from being so worn down from the scarlet fever and I was so lucky, Sam. Nobody seems to understand how I lucky I was to make it through. Talking to people today, to make them understand I'd have to tell them I survived bird flu only to fall sick with Ebola."

listen. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I really wanted to read that happening so i wrote it, and this is what being a writer is All About.

Actually, on a second thought, I might be able to explain it: it’s because an experience like that is Capital F Formative, and I really wanted to explore how there’s a tiny sick kid rattling around inside Captain Beefcake’s souped up bod.

(And an additional shoutout to Steve Rogers’ American Captain, a webcomic that now exists only in the Wayback Machine, but which was L O V E L Y and I sincerely hope that the artist knows that)

No Hope for the Weary

Strays

This fic? is so fluffy?? Like literally so fluffy. But this fic (and, obviously, Infinite Coffee) were very much behind the inclusion of the God Damn Starbucks, and also the source of a lot of my headcanons about Barnes & Rogers: Secret Millennials. For Example: Bucky’s Notes on How To Be A Millennial:

- Lots of coffee. Travel mugs or paper cups from Starbucks place. Often looks guilty for drinking, obv derive pleasure from doing so. Unknown as to why. Investigate further? Why is there one every two blocks if no one wants it there? 

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail

This is another fandom classic that needs very little introduction. A+ characterization, A+ OCs, Utterly Charming from start to finish, and the originator of a very distinct way of talking that got very strongly coded in my brain as Winter Soldier Bucky.

He passes within 4 m of Barnes on his way back to his building. The mission imperative achieves a Doppler effect.

contactContactCONTACTContactcontact

Aw.

If They Haven’t Learned Your Name by @silentwalrus1

If I had to point to one (1) fic and say “Blame This Fic for THYP” it would be this one: the Fic that my roommate and The Gal Pal know as “The One With the USS Motherfucker.” This might seem like an odd statement, because if you’ve read them both, I don’t think you’d necessarily put them in the same class. silentwalrus is a genius of hilarity and THYP is a big pile of The Sads. ITHLYN is delightfully unassuming and I’m sometimes embarrassed by how pretentious THYP ended up being. 

I would technically put this under the list of fics that heavily influenced NHFTW on account of the way it portrays Bucky going by gradual degrees from murderbot to mostly human person, but listen I could never write Cryptid!Bucky the way Silentwalrus has. It’s magnificent. And TBH the level of Intensity in ITHLYN’s Steve has is something I aspire to, and the Sam Characterization is On Point, and both those things influenced FFS, 112%. Nat’s Chaotic Slav Energy in this fic is OFF THE GODDAMN CHARTS and I LOVE IT. Every single side character, down to the spaceship is given the kind of care, attention, and characterization that just... it cannot be beat, my dudes.

16/10 highest recommendation. I could not possibly pick a single paragraph from this behemoth but uhhhhh

Two minutes in there’s a grunt and a slippery, gritty noise somewhere to her left, and then the Soldier barrels past at breakneck speed, vanishing down another tunnel. A second later Steve careens around the corner, bounces off the opposite wall and crashes away after him, so fast he’s nearly a blur. Natasha’s brain, entirely of its own accord, provides her with the utterly unhelpful accompaniment of a Yakety Sax soundtrack.

that’s it. that’s the fic.

Also, this fic is Stoutly To Blame for the playlist aspect of the hundred year playlist? Silentwalrus really got me good with Grounds for Divorce by Elbow, one of my all time favorite songs, which was then paired with one of my all time favorite chapters. By the time Caravan Palace’s Lone Digger made an appearance, I was sunk. This fic introduced me to Lyube, and gave me a new appreciation(?) for dubstep. So many of the songs ITHLYN used ended up in my Very Long Stucky Playlist, though I think the only one that then went on to become part of the Hundred Year Playlist: Upside Down and Inside Out by OK GO.

And Finally, the Coup De What The Fuck Ever:

Ain’t No Grave by @spitandvinegar

yet another fandom classic... I wasn’t sure where to put this fic, but I couldn’t NOT include it in the list. Spitandvinegar’s Steve is charming and so? Sweet? and the ANG Bucky is a delightful foulmouthed mess of a person, and the Sam/Claire pairing is something I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED, BUT I VERY MUCH NEEDED IT and I don’t know that I can point to a single thing and be like: Ah Yes, This Bit, but this is definitely one of my faves:

Imagine you live in this country, right? And there's a brutal war, and you witness and maybe participate in a horrific amount of violence, and you lose absolutely everyone you care about. Then you end up in this other country, where the culture and ways of doing things are completely foreign to you, and random assholes make fun of you for how you dress and act and talk while you're still coming to grips with the fact that everyone you love is gone and you can never go home again. Meanwhile, everyone around you is like "smile, motherfucker, you're in the Land of Plenty now, where there's a Starbucks on every corner and 500 channels on TV. You should be grateful! Why aren't you acting more grateful?" So you have to pretend to be grateful while you're dying inside. Sound like an traumatized, orphaned refugee? Also sounds like Steve fucking Rogers, Captain Goddamn America. Except that most refugees were part of a community of other people who were going through the same thing. Steve is all alone, the last damn unicorn, if the last unicorn had horrible screaming nightmares about the time when it helped to liberate Buchenwald.

Usually this explanation yields a "huh." People don't want Sad Refugee Steve: they want Captain America, Indestructible Defender of Freedom. But that doesn't mean that Sam isn't right, because he is right, goddamnit. So yeah, Sam's a little protective of Steve. And if the last unicorn finds out that its best damn unicorn friend in the whole world is actually alive, then damn straight, Sam's heading out with a tranq gun and bringing that damn unicorn in and starting a goddamn unicorn wildlife refuge in his backyard. Or something like that: at a certain point the metaphor kind of gets away from him.

Til The End of the Timeline

I’ve recced this so many times you’ve probably all gotten sick of hearing about it, but it’s an invaluable goddamn resource and you should all check it out. 

A Shit Ton of Metas and Blogs, some of which are tagged with THYP Research but especially @steve-rogers-new-york and @hansbekhart‘s How To Brooklyn and @historicallyaccuratesteve

and last but certainly not least

LITERALLY EVERYTHING @quietnighty READS HOLY SHIT

If you’re looking for a common thread through all the above recs, it’s that almost all of them have podfics, and the vast majority of those podfics are by Quietnight. I am, and always have been, an audio learner. I read my writing aloud when I’m editing, I listen to audiobooks when I’m commuting, and when I’m cleaning, and when I’m playing computer games, because I like stories, and I especially like listening to stories. Quietnight’s podfics are Of The Highest Quality, and her taste in fic is Impeccable.

hooooly shit this post is long wow okay. I can’t promise I won’t add more to this later, but I’m leaving it for now because goddamn. it’s as complete as I can make it at this time. I’ve added a “THYP Fanfic Bibliography” tag in my bookmarks, and incidentally I really need to make sure I’ve gone through and kudosed all of these because goddamn.

[minehog]

Sage and aloe vera

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

this is assuming i have any tune with my emotions in any way, but also writings have made me cry more than any of the others combined (ive only cried to music once and it was everywhere at the end of time at 4am on a study binge after realising what the song was About). to all the writers out there myself included yall are the real ones

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

SUPER mundane? probably wood carving. rn i just dont have the space

however a debateably mundane but hyper specific dream ive always had is to go back to the Outback and just return to the dust. i miss the sky there. its so blue and clear and the dirt is red and the grass is dark yellow-green and the trees are all natives. and there's only the sound of your own footsteps. i think i would go and see the desert frogs come up during the rains. sit on a stump next to a swag soaking wet listening to these hundreds of tiny little creatures burrow out of the dirt and flirt with each other

[dunkalfredo]

sonic forces but its that one theory

okay so there’s that theory where like, infinite and gadget were friends pre-Forces (kinda ties into a theory about infinite’s backstory and stuff) and while i doubt that this theory is gonna happen (like im not getting my hopes up yall im just gonna go with whatever sonic team hurls at us) i wanted to have a little fun anyways bc why tf not

im developing a like. prequel based off of this theory that just follows their life up until the events of the game, but in all honesty i doubt im gonna ever do more than prewriting and planning for it so i decided to share some ideas for the two's personalities and the like.

(click keep reading to see the Things)

infinite

name never mentioned in [hypothetical story i’d write]; buddy can’t remember it during the main game due to [spoilers for hypothetical story i’d write]

all about that punk/goth aesthetic

wears the leather gloves/boots seen in-game for the drama

all his clothes have soft and comfortable material but it Must Be Black

smiles are small but have that all-encompassing warmth of true mirth

loves conspiracy theories

“i just think they’re neat”

unironically subscribes to illuminati theories

legit has a wall at home that’s like that one meme with all the connected points and shit with the dude in the middle of the shot freaking out

its really just a hobby and its very comforting to just go home and work on his theories; gets him in a zen headspace

fall is his favorite season

rainy weather = good for staying indoors with some hot tea, a soft blanket and a good book

halloween is the Best Holiday

pumpkin flavored everything

that crisp, organic smell of wet leaves, crumbling moss, and concrete cooled by rain

buddy/gadget has more of an excuse to hang out bc he’s usually in town in the fall so fall is just automatically superior

time for sweaters and punk af boots; also its finally cool enough for infinite to wear his favorite leather jacket

aspiring writer

wordy, needs to work on grounding abstractions

good sense of atmosphere

millions of story ideas but only one idea for a protag

protag is based on gadget; hasn’t told him yet

vent writes a lot

rainy weather is great x2 Bonus bc staying in and listening to the rain patter against the walls and roof while writing is such a mood

more into short stories than long narratives

bonus points if the short stories are connected tho

super bonus if its an abstract out-of-order narrative (because he’s extra like that)

quiet, reserved; secretly a snarkmaster and sarcastic

dry sense of humor

best deadpan when telling jokes, gadget busts out laughing every time

think phoenix wright’s internal monologue

way too polite; avoids conflict like the plague

will protect gadget with his l i f e

they’re fucking life partners bro they ride or they die and they do it together

there may or may not be a crush in there but shhhhh

ideal lifestyle

get a job that isn’t really his dream job but is still enjoyable and makes a comfortable salary

live in a nice apartment overlooking the cityscape

lots of houseplants

a pet fish maybe

fast wifi

walls absolutely covered with various things

posters for movies he likes

prints from local artists

photographs haphazardly pinned on top of and in between everything

a wall dedicated to his conspiracy stuff

conspiracy stuff interspersed with no rhyme or reason amongst other walls

vinyl covers

t-shirts of his favorite bands

maybe some cool lookin fabric???

time in the evening to write/read/browse the internet

gadget as a roommate

clothes that are both black and super comfy

wants to move out of rural hometown and to somewhere like seattle

plans to move out with gadget; they’re both saving up

gadget/buddy

the thematic antithesis of infinite’s aesthetic

while infinite is slow and contemplative, gadget bursts and bubbles with energy

clothes? colorful. music? cheery, peppy, lots of chiptune thrown in.

quick temper (aka will fight anyone in a denny’s parking lot at a moment’s notice)

like damn he can be an angry boi sometimes

mostly he’s just excited; he’s in general rather bombastic and immediate in his self expression

this can also translate to impatience when he wants to get on with something.

along the lines of “Cmooon its time to do things! It’s all so cool and neat but its gotta happen now!”

“lmao watch this” proceeds to do something that’s extremely dangerous and threatens life and limb, somehow survives, laughs it off and drinks some kool-aid

loves to travel

can probably speak thirty different languages at any given point, even if only in segments

expanded worldview due to Going Places and Seeing Things

to infinite: “dude you gotta like. go outside. youll get more inspiration for your writing. i just saw a guy stuff an entire corn dog down his throat before diving into a harbor and i think that just gave me a whole new outlook on life.”

favorite seasons are late spring/summer

warm

days are long

lots of sunshine

great for going outdoors and explooooring

sun feels heavenly on his fur

if he wasn’t a wolf and thus had skin he’d be a Golden Boy

that fresh cut grass smell tho

bonus points for Smokey Smell of Barbecue

everything is berry flavored

only downside is he’s usually not in town so its harder to visit infinite

hobbyist mechanic (see: nerd mechanic)

likes to recreate weapons from video games and anime

just in general likes the flashy stuff more than practical creations

often draws out blueprints for whatever fictional contraptions infinite talks about in his short stories

sometimes forgoes the electrical aspect and just outright makes final fantasy-type swords in his basement for fun

pretty happy with current life but wouldn’t mind moving out with infinite and sharing an apartment

granted an apartment wouldn’t have the room he’d need for his equipment but that’s fine as long as he’s with infinite

would probably leave the equipment back at home and travel out on weekends to do his mechanic stuff

during the week/whenever he couldn’t travel back home he’d put more focus into drawing out and selling blueprints on the internet (there’s enough space in an apartment to do that)

tactile and affectionate

is okay with rainy days when w/ infinite because guess what? time to hang out and watch netflix while they both huddle under a blanket for warmth

(gadget gets cold easily lmao)

lots of nudges, casual touch, slaps on the back, hugging, bro just wants that sweet sweet contact yo

i mean he respects people’s personal boundaries but let’s face it. if you let him He Will Sit On You

sonic is his idol

infinite doesn’t really think he’s hot shit but boy howdy gadget loves this dude.

infinite supports gadget even tho he doesn’t like sonic a whole lot bc goddammit a happy gadget is a blessing

thats about it thank u for reading