#just wanna loop this into infinity

[neotaissong]

Madlib Unreleased Beat (?) 2002 (?)

#madlib spreading LOVVVVE with this one #best memory seeing madlib at plastic...me and s just standing by him as he played cdrs and beat cds of music I never ever heard again #and maybe 25 to 50 people there #tops #weed smoke everywhere #bare hazzzyville #man we were positively obsessed fr octavia would be proud #undeniable #neotai's song #master teacher #just wanna loop this into infinity #music

[nostalgic-muffins]

sorey

#PLEASEEE WHY CANT IR BE MAY 12TH ALREADY I JUST WANNA LISTEN TO INFINITY ON LOOP PRETTY PLEASE :(

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Special Interest 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Saturday morning has you in a fog as you awake from a long night of vivid but forgotten dreams. You can't recall a single detail but you're thoroughly irritated by your nocturnal alternate reality. As you go down to claim your morning coffee and bid away the headache looming behind your brow, you're greeted by your parents' voices.

"Hmm, it's still doing that thing," your dad huffs, "strange."

"I told you, hon," your mom hums, "that nice man says it's um, you know, this U part... well... I can't remember exactly what he said."

You drag your feet into the kitchen and squint, "call a plumber, please. I'm done getting sprayed in the face."

"You got plumber money?" Your dad snips, "look, I can figure it out. I'll check the Facebook group."

"I'm sure all the boomers on their will know exactly how to lift the sink up by its bootstraps," you chuckle.

"Honey," your mother warns as your dad fumbles with his phone, jabbing at the screen with his index finger.

"I'm not a boomer," he grumbles as he shakes his head.

"Kidding," you fill the coffee carafe from the fridge filter to avoid further breaking the sink, "you know I'm teasing."

"Huh, says here I got the wrong part," your dad scratches his chin, "s'alright, I gotta grab a few things down at the depot anyway."

"How much are you going to spend before you get a professional in here?" Your mother challenges.

"It's eleven bucks, honey," your dad retorts with a sickly sweetness in his tone, "you wanna come with me?"

"Ugh, no, I'm making lemon meringue."

"Lemon mer-- why on earth are you going to all that trouble?"

"Because, Wilson, is it's a nice day and I want pie--"

Right, you're going to let the coffee brew as their marital discord does the same. Your parents tend to swing between head over heels and to the point of throwing hands on any day. A stormy but efficient relationship. It hardly lends credence to your mother's desperate pleas for you to snag a husband.

You go back upstairs and sit down at your work table. You open your planner and review your tasks for the day. Print some stickers, get some more work down on that infinity scarf, and maybe a nap if you make good progress. First, some music to drown out your parents as they go back and forth. Oh marriage does seem like a fairytale.

🧶

Your day wanes away to afternoon as you furrow your brow at your needles. You slouch uncomfortable against a pile of pillows against the corner of the wall. Your legs are bent atop the bed as a Youtube video plays on your phone and fills the void. The ombre effect looks good but this is sure tedious.

The fall grays to a winterly malaise. The only good thing about this time of year is the opportunity to wear turtlenecks and drown in hot drinks. Thinking of, you could use another. Maybe not coffee, but hot chocolate could scratch your itch. You loop the scarf over your neck as you jostle off the bed and keep up your looping.

You drift out of your room, crocheting and peeking up every few steps. You make a lazy descent and as you come to the first floor, you hear a commotion in the kitchen. Is your dad still at it? At this rate, you may as well just toss the sink out.

You enter, hoping that a hot chocolate isn't too much to ask. You stop short as you see two legs sticking out from beneath the sink. Those are not your father's boots. Did he really cave and hire a plumber?

Your mother hovers over the man, watching him as she leans on the open cupboard door.

"Thank you so much for doing this," she preens, "so lucky you could make it over. I swear, Wilson was going to drive himself to an aneurysm," she babbles. That's the thing, even service workers are a target for her ramblings. You pity the man stuck beneath the pipes, trapped with her yammering.

"Yeah, no problem, beats the troughs at the farm," the man responds lightly.

Suddenly you don't feel so bad for him as you recognise his voice. Your mother sure is an idiot. She invited this weirdo into her home? Your home? You can't say you're surprised, only deeply disappointed.

Before you can flee, your mother's attention is drawn by the unintentional click of your needles as they hit each other. Fuck.

"There you are, sweetie. Look who came to fix the sink," she chimes.

"Ugh," is all you give her as you commit to your mission. You poke the needles into the yarn and let them hang. You grab a packet of chocolate powder and mug. You keep your back to the duo as you flip on the kettle to boil.

"Hey," Cole says, his voice no longer muffled beneath the counter.

You don't acknowledge him. You mom harrumphs.

"Honey, don't be like that. He's a guest," she tuts, "oh, Cole," she continues on her tittering, "I made some pie, do you want to stay for dinner?"

You growl. This isn't going to work. You think you'll just starve in your room. You narrow your eyes at the kettle, willing the water to boil telepathically. It doesn't work.

"Well, I'd hate to impose," he says, grunting as he sets his feet and stands, his shadow rising over your shoulder. "Alright, so this is what we're going to do, start the dishwasher. It should create enough pressure to clear the block."

“Oh, you're so clever,” your mother praises. “And it's no problem, we have more than enough. It must be such a far way, I couldn't send you off just like that.”

“He probably has work to do on his farm. His home. Hanging out with the pigs or whatever,” you chirp.

“We don't have pigs. Got some chickens though. Oh, you should try some of the eggs,” Cole brushes by your insult, “maybe I could bring you some–”

“Probably not necessary, they sell eggs at the 7 Eleven.”

“Don't be so rude,” your mother snaps, “you're embarrassing yourself and me. If you're going to keep this up, you won't have any pie.”

“Fine with me,” you stick your tongue out.

“Look, hey,” Cole injects with his palms out, “I guess… I guess it's time to come clean. Camila, your daughter, she has a good reason to hate me. We've met before and I put my foot in my mouth and I think I embarrassed her so for that I apologise. I feel awful about it and I should've brought it up sooner.”

“Oh, wow, you–” your mom reels at the revelation, “well, I think then it's meant to be. The universe brought you back so you can apologise. Honey,” she turns to you, “can't you forgive him?”

You blink. The kettle clicks off as it boils. You glance between them. You turn your back to the kitchen and fill your mug, stirring with a spoon before tramping off without a word.

His act might work on her but you know he didn't find you to say sorry. He's too old to be wasting his time on you. He's pathetic.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #special interest #drabble #series #au #bookstore au #ghosted

[demonstars]

ultimate fic recs by nunki demonstars

no order of preference, just my all time fave dnf/dteam fics!

tried to keep it to one fic per author but honestly i didn't really pay attention, i just posted from my bookmarks. for this reasons, all authors are credited and linked to ao3. there's cc and c!/manhunt au fics (more of the former, but the warning seems necesary). there's also both nsft and not on this list, which are marked.

the list grew without my intention, so without further ado, here's a chaotic and huge list of fic recs from 2020 to 2023, for your enjoyement.

Kiss me in the morning light by dangergranger & shadeofblue

Five times Dream kisses a man (that isn’t George) and one time he finally does it right.

mood ring baby by minecraftbed

A proposal, of sorts.

paper & crayons by snowdreamr

It doesn’t take a genius to realize that Dream and George taking care of a child on Valentine’s day is a terrible, terrible idea.

all of you, a verb in perfect view by findinghomes

Despite being soulmates, they do nothing about it (well, okay, maybe not nothing).

tug me closer by effervescentwolf (expl.)

Dream likes getting his hair pulled. George just likes making him fall apart.

Protected by Anonymous

Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic. George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

stage left by anonymous

cc!dnf roleplay c!dnf

down my arms, a thousand satellites by crabnap

Dream gets sick and George, to his amazement, is actually very soft and caring about it. Surely nothing life-changing will come of this.

my heart (in your chest) by heartinhands

It's an early morning in LA and George just wants to be with Dream.

a little bit of you by sickah (expl.)

Dream is over waiting on George, especially when all George does is tease him and lead him on. So, he meets a hot girl at Twitchcon and she turns out to actually be really, really cool. George loses his fucking mind.

cherries by sappymix1

Everyone always said that Dream loved too much.

loving you is bigger than my head by tippysleeps (expl.)

"You only ever talked about, like, footballers.” “Yeah,” Dream says, like it’s obvious. “To you. What, was I supposed to talk about my attraction to you as it was developing?” George blinks. “You talked to people about your attraction to me?”

lavender haze by furculaed

“Lavender?” he asks, holding up the bottle. The afternoon air has this foggy feel to it, almost like nothing is real. But the heat of the sun is curling around George’s hair and his smile strikes deep into his heart right where he loves him so Dream thinks this has to be real. “It’s supposed to help you sleep.”

At the Intersection of Infinity by DeathSquiggles

dream is trapped in a time loop on his 23rd birthday and keeps repeating the day with no clear way out.

your hands were warm (though you came in from the cold) by didnt

George and Dream are roommates and somewhere down the line things got messed up.

got me looking so dumb right now by dreamsickle

About a month after George gets to Florida, Sapnap takes a spontaneous trip with Punz up to Karl's for a week. He gets home, and something's different.

at the mouth of desire by offday

Somehow, close was not close enough.

aurum scarce (and meant for kings) by wooowriter

George's first hurricane.

my pen and paper cause a chain reaction by dizzy

George has some issues with something Dream tweeted.

hit my heaven's door by preytall (expl.)

It'd be easy, then, to overlook. But Dream keeps playing with the chain.

ignore my heart and lie to the truth by mincraftbed (expl.)

“You wanna be like… friends with benefits?”

Misquote Me (Do It Once More) by MoniFoundLove

In which George drops hints about their future and Dream ignores them a few times (accidentally).

thy eternal summer shall not fade by greyquills

A month into their senior year of high school, Dream spends the entirety of period three AP Literature class finding new and creative ways to flirt with George. George is understandably flustered.

but i was always on my way to him by womanhunt

Dream and George spend their first night together after meeting.

A Quiet Life (A Handshake) by undermycoat

The strongest dam in Essempy will never break, no matter if it cracks or leaks. George is not the strongest dam.

For The Bit by biboyhalo (expl.)

5 times Dream and George get distracted during sex and the 1 time it actually matters.

be the one by riversofgold (expl.)

Agreeing to be friends with benefits with George is the worst decision of Dream's life.

love on film by havocrat

George arrives in Florida. It takes four days to film the meetup vlog, and only three for Dream to completely lose his mind.

the first day of the rest of our lives by wooowriter

George's first full day in Florida.

to burn with desire and keep quiet by falsettodrop (expl.)

Varying degrees of togetherness, in four parts.

until you're by my side by sweetuhcreature

A late night in Florida, a later night in London. George thinks there's something wrong with him.

suck a dick fallacy by literaphobe (expl.)

Dream has so much he wants to explore about his sexuality, but no one he trusts enough to do it with. Lucky for him, George is finally in Florida. Surely things will be easy enough to figure out between best friends like them. It ends up spiraling far beyond what either of them could anticipate.

get you the moon by snowdreamr (expl.)

It’s George’s birthday, and he finally allows himself to love.

You Are the Golden Dawn by hircinean (expl.)

dream falls in love with george all over again, several years later.

I'll Be Here When You Return by mssjynx (expl.)

Five times that George took care of Dream, plus the one time that Dream took care of George!

i think he knows by Anonymous

It’s a weekday in Florida, and Dream seems perfectly content to like fanarts in which he’s kissing GeorgeNotFound on the mouth. George, for all his worth, can’t help but do something about it.

button-downs and seashells by quartzfia

George is a daycare receptionist and literally falls on his face for a tall blonde who comes in early for pickup.

Deep sea, baby by orphan_account

You survey his skin as if it will erase a border.

late spring by towerofthegods

It's the hours between night and morning, and Dream wants to know more.

the elephant in the room by heyobsessions

the things dream learns about george after he moves to florida, and the things they learn together

sugar honey sweet by enonymous

Gift-giving as a love language, or: 5 times Dream bought George something, and 1 time George bought something for him.

Do Androids Dream of Poetry? by ABirdWithoutFeathers

> Happy birthday!! Who are you? > My name is George! it is so, so nice to finally meet you. What is a birthday? > It’s the anniversary of the day you come into existence, when you start being. Today is your very first day in the world. Oh. Well, what do I do now?

flirting on the timeline by cloudfarmer

Dream is a popular Minecraft Youtuber and George runs a stan account for him on Twitter. After George replies to one of Dream's tweets with a jokingly flirtatious proposal, it quickly turns into a lot more than George was expecting when Dream publicly accepts.

cinnamon and swirl

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Saying something stupid like, "I love you" by noquesadilla

misunderstandings, obliviousness, and food poisoning. Never a good combination, less when it's Valentine's Day.

i'm not just drunk, i really think i'm in love with you by nervouswaltz

Dream gets drunk at a party. He calls George.

give you my heart if you’d take it by copperfic

He knows he has no right to be upset, hates that he is, hates the burn of jealousy so strong he almost feels sick, but every time he imagines Dream, loose and tipsy and happy, kissing some stranger—multiple ones by the sound of it—he has to swallow the urge to scream or throw up or, god forbid, cry.

circle the drain by twostorms

George makes it to Florida. It’s more complicated than it should be.

where the sun sleeps by meridies

The crew are pirates with no mercy, George is a selkie, and there is more to Dream than meets the eye.

something that's real by lodestones

George used to dream of this—settling into a life together, meeting the family, building furniture in their house, for their room—of domesticity and easy comfort and happiness, like nothing he’s ever known.

two reflections into one by mieldoux (expl.)

It takes Dream some time, but when he comes to the realisation, it rewires the chemistry in his brain. He and George—they have the same thing, it seems. The thing for the stubble.

ilysfm (i love u so fucking much) by zephryus

Five times George swore like hell, and the one time Dream reciprocated.

Love Me Loud by DeathSquiggles (expl.)

George has a fresh Foodbeast’s Kitchen League Battle Royale victory under his belt and a spring in his step from the energy of the crowds. He expects Dream will want to shut himself away in his hotel room and decompress alone after what must have been one of the most overwhelming days of his life. Dream has other plans.

Comorbidity by sappymix1

It's summer, and the face thing is making both of them a little weird.

you got the peaches (i got the cream) by (it says orphan acc but i'm 95% sure it's preytall's old acc) (expl.)

A love letter to George's... assets.

bibingka by furculaed

Dream gets home from a night of drinking and decides to decorate the house.

it's a big refrain (after all) by tippysleeps

It takes mere weeks in the loving heat of Florida for him to look at Dream out of the corner of his eye, and think he could take on anything as long as it was with him.

One night (or forever) by winterlighting

George breaks his bed on his first night in Florida, then a sleeping arrangement that was meant to last until he got a new bed frame soon turned into a routine; full of domesticity and gestures that blur the platonic line.

revelations in distance and proximity by indigoh

2020 Dream and 2023 Dream unknowingly swap bodies for a day to heal past wounds. 2020 Dream has an opportunity to confront feelings he’s pushed down and repressed while 2020 George gets some of the reassurance he needs.

When The Sunlight Dies by bramble_patch & personalized_radio

It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter.

just a test by honeyplease

“I asked,” Dream replies, sounding far too unbothered for the words that follow this, “When are we gonna kiss?”

Who Can Love You Like Me? by ivegivenuponyou (expl.)

“Can we go to our room?” His small hand reaches forward, curling around Dream’s neck and pulling them closer until their chests touch. There’s a glint in his eyes that Dream can recognize even in the dark. “We literally just got home, how are you already horny?” He can’t help but grin, throwing his arms over George’s shoulders.

while doing this i found one of my luker fics so please have a look at what nunki was writting two years ago:

messaging the way to your heart by Anonymous lmfao

#fic recs #this took. More than it should have. #i just wanted to add any and all fics i had loved once idkkdkd #long post #kept it under wraps to not b annoying #anyway yeah i ignored a lot of 2020/2021 fics because either the authors had left which i respect or ummm well fics were different then #ALSO fair warning i tried not adding anyone that has turned crazy dranti but like idk i'm not sure don't scream at me

[theonlyren]

Ryme City Sylveon

This is Vivi. He’s my Sylveon partner.

Not enough people talk about the Ryme City Incident.

I don't blame 'em. Hell, Ryme City doesn't wanna talk about the Ryme City Incident. Enough near-world shattering crises happen across all the regions on a semi-annual basis that, honestly, our little spat must have seemed comparatively minor. The bullshit with Chairman Rose and Galar literally happened like not even a year later, and what happened here quickly became history. Doesn't change the fact that I've had to take years of therapy just to get to the point where I'm comfortable talking about it, or at the least blogging about it. So... hey, here we are.

I was a Sylveon.

I'd like to talk about that, at least, in the best way written words can allow.

It lasted maybe ten minutes, fifteen tops? I didn't even want to attend the damn parade, but my job had me stationed downtown and it was a big city holiday, so I brought Vivi (the Sylveon in question) with me, found a table at a cafe whose name I can't remember, and decided to just relax. The floats go up, and next thing I know, R Gas is flooding the streets, and my normally sweet and bubbly partner is going fucking feral. I try to calm him down, and then-

I remember recovering from the disorientation. Being on all fours, and the ribbon-feelers in my view. I remember panicking, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. I remember the feedback loop from my own panic as a feeler touched my own head. I remember seeing Vivi's reflection in a tinted window, but not my own, and it all fucking registered then and there. "Holy shit, I'm a Sylveon. I'm Vivi." No, I'm not dreaming. Yes, this is real. I remember just staying stock still, not moving, not doing anything, in utter disbelief at what I was looking at. That lasted maybe a few minutes before I hear someone saying to get out of the gas, I turn and see it's an Arcanine. How the fuck do I understand what an Arcanine is saying? Oh right, I'm a Sylveon, that would explain it. What the fuck is going on!? We crowded around a clear part of the sidewalk, the Arcanine, who I presume is a RCPD Officer, and is just as disoriented as I am, is just trying to keep us in order, asking us if we remember our names, our homes, that sort of thing. Normally I'm an ACAB sort of guy, but bless this dude in particular, he tried so hard.

And then it hits me, "Wait, what the hell happened to my Vivi." I'm in his body, but I don't know what happened to his mind. And frankly, that scares me more. There's no universe where this is okay to begin with, but definitely not if it cost me my actual Sylveon. I'm cognizant enough to not begin screaming for him like he's lost. I recognize I am him. But I still miss him.

As I'm putting all that together, I think the gas finally starts wearing off and... This is where words kind of fail, but, I sensed him, I feel his mind or consciousness or whatever rubbing against mine, and the sheer relief we felt, and then the confusion, and then just... acceptance. Joy. Love.

The Love.

We take that shit for granted.

I will repeat myself.

We take that shit for granted.

If you have a Sylveon partner, I guarantee whatever amount of love and adoration you feel for it is not even a fraction of a fraction of the love it feels for you. I'm not even trying to undersell you. I'm sure you love your partner dearly. Sylveon really is a somewhat unique case. Eevee has to love you in order to evolve into a Sylveon. And when you return and reward that love in kind, It's just...

I'm crying as I remember this.

For maybe a few minutes, I felt and truly understood just how much Vivi loves me. How much it dominates his being, his soul, his very fucking essence. I felt literal Infinity Energy channeled in the form of Love. And no, it wasn't anything untoward. I don't wanna marry my Sylveon or anything and he doesn't wanna marry me. But he was so ride-or-die that his consciousness taking a back seat to my mind and soul piloting his body didn't bother him in the slightest. Shit, it excited him, because he realized he got to share his feelings for me in a way that would have otherwise been impossible, and sweet Arceus did he share.

And then Mewtwo broke the spell, and it was over. Our minds split apart and I had my body back. We just stood and stared at each other. Vivi eventually got brave enough to grab me with a ribbon and...

We hugged for a long, long time when we got home.

How do you answer that? How do you live after feeling love like that, raw and unfiltered, and having it sheared away? Knowing your Pokémon loves you in inexpressible, infinite, uncontrollable ways that makes your own love for it in return pale in comparison? In the aftermath, there were some days where I just couldn't look Vivi in the eyes because I felt like I didn't deserve him.

I can't. Match. That.

And there was fucking nothing I could do about it. It depressed me for years and still does. What could I do? What, leave him? Push him away? Resent it? Fuck no. Those feelings are a fucking gift and it took me a long time to understand that fully. He wouldn't have that love if my own pitiful-in-comparison love didn't spark his evolution. Not a day goes by I wish 5/10 didn't happen. But in the same vein, I appreciate that it did. Howard's vision was misguided, flawed to its core, and despicable. Being my Sylveon was terrifying, wondrous, and beautiful. I'm almost certain I'll never feel love like that in my life ever again, and I'm resigned to live with it. But I am happy, overjoyed even, to know it's there, directed at me and no one else.

I love my Sylveon. And he - capital "L"- Loves me.

#unreality #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #Detective Pikachu #I think about the climax of that movie a lot #Like half the humans in the city easily were pokemon for a hot minute #And it's just kinda glossed over #You could have a sequel based on dealing with the aftermath of that shit alone #Art by Jingo824 on Reddit/FA

[aseaofyoongi]

for the night | jhs

pairing: jhs x reader (f)

genre: angst; smut

rating: mature audiences ONLY (18+)

word count: 4.3 thousand words

summary: you and hoseok are bestfriend and in the midst of a party and your hard to decipher feelings — you make the mistake of reciprociting your bffs sexual intentions.

warnings: one night stand; mentions of sex; suppressed feelings; foul language; friends to one night stand to its complicated; penetrative (protected) sex!; oral stimulation (f. receiving); (he puts her undies in her mouth); dirty talk; slight degradation kink; semi public sex; bickering; spanking; dom-ish hoseok; house party au; jealousy; descriptions of broken heart; unresolved emotions; hoseok is kind of a fuckboi; it is complicated to say the least

posted: sunday october 16, 2022 | 9:10AM

get a feel: playlist 🎧

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How did that saying go again? you swore you tried your hardest to recall. You did. But it was a given that past the blaring hip-hop beats being emitted (by whoever the fuck had the aux to the speaker sitting in the corner of the living room), your tympanum refused to fulfill its duty. You were still here but everything seemed just so far away — as if you were miles from here. You weren’t though because from where you stood at the foot of the stairs you were just steps away from the rather blurry swarm of bodies dancing to whatever the fuck was being played now.

Alcohol had not entered your system once that night but your head felt in a haze nevertheless and a pungent headache lurked right at its heel.

Still, everything remained at an arm’s length from reality — everything. Your hearing was muffled; your eyes couldn’t make out the simplest of details. And your body. . felt as if it was steering through the midnight sky, swimming past unobtrusive waxen clouds as the luminance of the bright stars served as your guide slowly leading your feet up the stairs.

Your hands intertwined in his — wrapped so tightly against one another it almost perfectly mimicked the loops of infinity.

It felt binding. As if you were meant to hold his hands like this forever and that very thought scared you — it was wrong. You knew deep down.

But. .

In that moment you couldn’t quite make out why you haven’t been in this situation before your clammy hands holding by his silky palms. . you’ve known eachother since diapers and you couldn’t remember the last time you both held hands at all — you have been deprived of his ravening touch.

. . because goddamn it felt do fucking right.

The stairs were congested as unrecognizable bodies lingered all over; some couples were kissing, others conversing and others simply stood around and though they were all occupied in their own endeavors you could feel their judgemental eyes on the two of you — on you.

Though the flashing lights made it nearly impossible to see; You felt dozens of prying eyes picking apart your actions as you neared the top of the stairs — his hands still leading you to the nearest available room.

All silently judging with their lingering stares and fingers pointed in your direction.

Still, the only thing on your mind concerned itself with was following him to what you knew would be the best and worst decision you’ve ever made.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he stopped abruptly in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. He spoke in a soft tone, of course, you could hear him better now as you were farther away from the ear-splitting music.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Would I have come all the way up here if I wasn’t?” You tried your hardest not to stumble on your words but you couldn’t help the feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach. Truly, you couldn’t wait for him to take you inside one of these fucking room already.

Standing in-front of him you knew you always found your best friend attractive; you knew he had the type of beauty no other boy could embody — but you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all just: shifted.

When everything began feeling like this.

But if there was one thing you were certain of it was what you feel is not how best friends are supposed to feel about each other.

“There's no need for formalities, Hoseok,” you grabbed him by his oversized shirt until your back met the wall directly behind you, “we’re just best friends helping each other out while at a shitty party.”

God, you were a fucking liar.

But your body ached for his touch and you just wanted to satisfy the craving even if it was just for one night.

His heart shaped lips hovered over yours while hands began to massage your inner thigh — hiking up your sundress just a bit.

“That’s the thing,” he whispered into the shell of your ear — there was a wave of electrical shocks making their way down your spine. His voice was soft as if mimicking the feeling of the grainy white sands of the beach under the soles of your feet. So soft and warm.

He continued: “You're my best friend. I really don’t want to fuck this up. But yo-”

His warm slender fingers inched closer to your core. There were traces of hesitation in his soothing exploration of your skin but you wanted all of him; all at once.

“—But what?” your arms rested on his shoulders as you raked your fingers through the long dark strands resting at his nape.

“But—” His dark eyes were cast over you like a nimbostratus cloud; you couldn’t deny it was intimidating. They were so expressive yet so difficult to read, “you know. .”

“You’re being super fucking vague, Hoseok.”

“I just want to make sure you’re aware of the implications at stake here,” his eyebrows were furrowed almost making it seem like he had a unibrow. There was a tinge of concern written over his sharp features.

You understood where his worries derived from — you did. But personally, your mind was clouded by his fingertips on your skin and personally you just craved the comforting feeling of his body heat in your vicinity to care about the consequences to follow at all.

At this moment, you couldn’t be bothered with what came next (although, you knew if anybody found out about this escapade it would be enough to cause a stir).

“Hoseok, I told you already,” you used your pointer and middle finger to guide his face closer to yours, “I just want to live in the moment.”

“I really didn’t want to hear those words from you,” his forehead was now resting on yours, “I don’t want to ruin. . us.”

“This will ruin nothing. Trust me tomorrow morning we’ll be best friends. Just as we’ve always been.”

“No feelings attached?” He asked.

There were blaring rumbles of thunder overshadowing the music just a floor below. All background noise ceased once again and you were left with a rumpus storm blazing just above you — its downpour washed over you like droplets of dismay drenching you with sorrow.

Of course, it was implied. You implied it.

But you couldn’t help how much those three fucking words gashed another wound into your heart.

“No strings attached.”

Those three fucking words. You couldn’t tell if you were pathetic or just fucking selfish.

His lips felt like pads of his cotton fingertips against your neck; all airy and light. Hoseok’s fingers reclaimed their position under the fabric of your dress and you couldn’t help the goosebumps forming on your skin.

closer.

closer.

closer.

Euphoric was truly the only way you could explain the way his digits felt against your folds even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Fuck—” you moaned softly, “it feels so good.”

“This isn’t even the best of it,” He rubbed gentle circles on your clit — nothing was off yet; you were both completely dressed but you already felt so indulged in pleasure your mind began dozing off causing a bit of dizziness to transpire. You were ready to comply with anything he requested.

. . That was until you heard the next few words uttered, “can you take your panties off please?”

His words were saccharine and you felt the way his soft tone bounced within your inner ear. A request which had your morals stripped but your body — your pussy, more specifically — wanted to comply without second thought.

“Like. .” you looked around the dim hallway. It was definitely vacant but you couldn’t help but feel like someone could walk up here at any moment — after all the cleanest bathroom was just a couple of doors from where he had you up against the wall, “right here. . right now?”

“What? Are you afraid someone might see us?”

Yes. No. Kinda.

Instead, though, you shook your head.

He leaned in slowly — his lips were now inches away from yours and still that smug expression remained plastered on his face.

“Then, what are you waiting for huh?” His command was masked behind a sensuous tone and though he posed his words in the form of a question, there was also a sense of command and you knew it wasn’t really a request.

If it was any other person this absurd request would’ve been thrown out the window and into the crisp midnight air to never be heard from again but it was |him|. And somehow - someway things felt different.

This was Jung Hoseok; your best friend.

He lifted your chin up — your gaze no longer lingering towards the carpeted floor.

He seemed concerned. . but you know there was no other intent of love behind his softhearted expression. At least, not how you wanted, you were only friends after all.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, “that’s only if you want to.”

“I do.”

He flashed a smile so illuminating it could probably put that old bitch we call the sun right out of its daily occupance. Because even standing in between narrow walls making up the dark hallway his essence alone glowed so overwhelmingly bright — it was intoxicating yet comforting somehow.

You didn’t know. Your thoughts were just mush and all you could think about was his touch navigating every inch of your body.

“No, I mean—” he cleared his throat, backing away from you leaning on the way opposite from you, “are you sure you want this?” he pointed to the both of you, “I just want to make sure I’m not crossing a boundary I’m not supposed to and you seem a bit hesitant honestly.”

“It’s not hesitancy,” you began, “your, uh. . your little request took me a bit by surprise is all.”

He beamed teasingly, “Oh, I see. You’re a closed doors kind of girl.”

“Typically.”

“I’m sure there’s an available room behind one of these doors,” he shrugged.

“I suppose that’s more suitable but I’ve just decided I’m open to exploring new things beginning tonight.”

“Tonight?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Tonight.” you confirmed. Your hand slipped under your tight dress sluggardly removing the underwear that stood between you meeting Hoseok’s digits. He closed the distance between the two of you once again caging you back against the wall.

“Are these for me?” his delicate fingers grazed your hand as he grabbed your underwear right out of your hand and placed them in his back pocket.

“I’ll let you keep them if you answer one question. .” You just needed to know.

Hoseok began placing fragile kisses on the nape of your neck — time and time again you could feel the precipitous thunderbolt traveling down your spine as his lips met your scolding skin and continued to ignite that electrifying sensation in your stomach.

“Go ahead.”

“What happened with you and—” you didn’t need to finish; you could feel the hesitancy in his touch at the mention of her name.

He cleared his throat, “broke up last week.”

“You didn—”

“I didn’t want to remember. .” he huffed.

“But it’s me, remember?” you couldn’t mask the undeniable anger in your voice, “I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are. . And I was going to tell you but I was just really trying to avoid remembering. I don’t know,” he sighed, “It was a just—”

“Just. .”

“It was tough.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone,” you caressed the apples of his delicate cheeks, “but you also neglected my very reliable shoulder to cry on.”

He smiled, “I must be the worst best friend ever.”

“The worstest.”

“The worstest,” he repeated — both of his palms laid flat on the wall. One on either side of your head as he caged you into that very spot once again, “is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Although you could vaguely make out the tumultuous music just a few steps down the stairs, but the silence surrounding the bubble you two found yourselves in was deafening. It triggered an obnoxious ringing in your ear — and all your eyes were attentive to the was way his eyes roamed your figure.

Finally, the guilt you have let stand between you and acting on what you’ve felt for him (for quite sometime now) ceased.

Your brain had its time in controlling your actions — now it was time to listen to your body.

“I want you, Hoseok.”

Those four words served as the corroboration he needed in wanting to embark on his sinful endeavors because seconds after you vocalized your sexual reciprocation he was down on his knees in front of you. His hands were inching closer to your inner thighs — his fingers felt scorching hot against your skin.

“Hoseok,” he halted his ministrations on your thigh and looked up at you with dilated pupils.

“Can I eat you out doll?” He whispered his voice was low and tainted with sin.

You nodded eagerly.

He chuckled — it was deep; sedating; mischievous and it rumbled loudly coursing through you up like raucous lightning.

Hoseok didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to — you saw the way his head dipped under the dark fabric of your dress as he spread your legs further apart. Moving closer and to where your body yearned most for his attention.

It’s like you were floating on the serene waters of the ocean. The water made you feel completely weightless as the sun kissed your skin softly — that’s how it felt when Hoseok's lips met your folds in a delicate kiss.

His tongue was more menacing, though, and a bit torturous. You learned that quickly when he began swiping slow paced wet strides against your lips down below — slowly enacting a zigzag motion with the tip of his tongue on your clit. Your eyes were shut tightly as you continued carding your fingers through his hair pushing his face deeper against you completely drowning him in your juices.

And. . he continued with this subtle attack for a while but you were slowly growing impatient.

“Hoseok,” you moaned, “please, I need more.”

He hummed against your core which sent shock currents down your spine. It was chilling the power he already had over you even with just his tongue.

Hoseok grabbed the back of your thighs, placing your legs on his shoulder. You squealed as your right hand darted towards his dark locs immediately, “you’re so fucking wet you know that?”

“Damn, why haven’t I had you like this before?” His voice was a bit hoarse and a bit deeper than before. . Sexy.

He didn’t give you much time to respond at all — your head spun with a million ways to form the words, ‘I don’t know you idiot. You could’ve easily had me all along.’

But he didn’t give you time at all.

His lips hungrily crashed against your folds once again — his tongue switched to a combination of sucking and licking on the sensitive bud residing between your labia. It felt like bolts of electricity coursing through your body; the way your legs shook could attest to the avenue of pleasure he steered you down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you panted as he began slurping your juices, “your so good Hoseok. You’re fucking tongue is so good.”

A string of curses left your mouth as he continued his desirous-starved attack. The dulcet noises you both emitted disappeared into the muggy air of the unfilled hallway. . well unfilled besides the two of you of course.

“Hoseok, I’m g-gonna cum.” you stuttered.

“Cum,” he hummed against you, “cum for me, doll.”

A massive wave of pleasure washed over your body as you felt the knot in your abdomen tightened. His name was the last coherent word out of your mouth before you succumbed to yelps of bliss while riding out your orgasm.

“You were so fucking good for me doll,” he wiped your juices right off his chin, “so sweet. . so fucking sweet.”

You wanted to express so much but your mouth simply did not comply. You were still floating on the cerulean waters, completely immersed in the tinges of pleasure which lingered behind.

“My tongue alone made you dumb?” He snickered, setting your feet back onto the floor.

“D-don’t get cocky Jung Hoseok,” you rolled your eyes.

“D-don’t,” he teased, “someone sounds clearly affected. Plus, if I remember correctly you were praising my tongue just seconds ago. . you know, before you made a mess of your face.”

You scoffed playfully, punching his arm, “I practically had to fake that whole thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” There are hints of an insinuated challenge lingering in his tone, “then what was the whole ‘Uh, Hoseok I’m coming — im coming’ about?” He dramaticized in a high pitch tone, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You’re delusional,” you glanced towards the top of the stairs — still, you two were alone.

“Don’t tell me you’re still anxious about our very discreet location choice?” he winked, “I told you no one comes up here. Joon’s very strict about it.”

You shrugged.

“That’s too bad. . I kinda had a great idea pop into my head just now.”

“Which would be?” your interest was definitely peaked but you just knew it would be something along the lines of his sexual desires (something you were definitely not opposed to), and this damned hallway.

“Can I fuck you right here?”

His words rammed into your head like a truck. If you were in a mental dismay before now your brain was completely reduced to a puddle of nothing — just a massive puréed mess sitting behind your skull.

It was simply not functioning anymore.

You’d imagine him to be like this behind closed doors. It would explain the trail of girls following behind him with broken hearts (even when he was in a relationship), but you never actually thought you’d be in this position — his filthy words expressed for your ears only.

“Yes,” You forcefully swallowed down your nervousness, “yes, please fuck me right here.”

“Turn around for me,” You did.

He hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare ass in the process, “Damn, I really missed out on you before today. You’re all full of surprises aren’t you bestfriend?”

You giggled — God, you sounded like a high school girl with a crush.

“Just look at this ass,” he landed a smack after another on your bottom. Your ass felt red hot and you were sure his hand prints had marked you as his. And every single time his palm met your skin you could feel how drenched you became.

“Hoseok,” you cried out.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” Again, his honeyed praises were like a boastful ballad to your ears and you loved it; you were consumed by it — completely and utterly intoxicated by it.

“You’ll be the fucking death of me, Jung Hoseok.”

“Before that happens though, can you please open your mouth for me, doll?” He asked. You complied easily; leaning your head back to take a look at him to try and decipher what he was plotting. . instead you found him digging into his back pocket and you quickly seemed to put two-and-two together.

“Can I?” He asked rolling your underwear into the shape of a ball — you nodded welcoming the silk fabric past your lips. Hoseok held your chin; his eyes glued on yours, “you're more mesmerizing than the stars themselves. A dream is what you are. . so perfect.”

Still, stood pressed up against the wall with a warm sensation spreading to your cheeks at his adoring reassurances. Avidity pumped through your veins as your back faced him waiting as he slipped the condom on his erection. You wanted to tell him to hurry fuck up but instead you opted for patience plus you weren’t exactly in a position to communicate any intelligible words.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded vigorously — immediately his laugh rumbled through the hallway. Your evident ‘eagerness’ was still ‘likely’ a bit pathetic but you didn’t care.

Instead of basking in serenity while floating on the light current of the ocean water, as you previously were — your body was driven by anticipation and the persistent titillation bubbling deep in your stomach as you waited for him to fill you up.

Though, it didn’t take long at all for Hoseok to fulfill your unspoken wish as his cock pushed past your entrance, burying itself deep in you.

“Are you doing OK?” He asked after letting you adjust to him for a couple minutes, “can I move?”

You nodded once again as the makeshift gag prevented you from being vocal at all.

Hoseok’s pace was expeditious in the way it completely invaded your walls as he moved his hips to a pace that had you a mumbling mess in-front of him.

But he kept at it — forward and backward he moved. His delectable rhythm met your desire where you needed him most.

“You love this don’t you? You’ve been hiding from me all this time but I — fuck—,” Hoseok groaned as he continued pounding into your pussy, “I have you all figured out. You like to be fucked like a fucking slut.”

Your muffled moans were scarcely audible but both of you knew Hoseok was deciphering your body in a way no one ever has.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you baby? You’re fucking squeezing so tight agaisnt me,” You couldn’t see him at all but you knew — you just knew — he looked heavenly nearing his climax, “I’m so close too. . so fucking close.” he rambled on.

The both of you only lasted a couple more minutes before you were engulfed in a mountainous wave of pleasure.

“You were—” he began through uneven breaths, “fucking amazing.”

He removed the black underwear from your mouth, “you did all the work though.”

“It was the least I could do.”

There was a vibrant; and slightly idiotic smile plastered on your face, “you’re just saying that cause I finally let you fuck me.”

“I’m incapable of lying. You should know that.”

“You’re a pathological liar you mean,” you teased, “and give me my panties back. I need those!”

“Trust me, you don’t need these where we’re going,” he winked and he held out his hand for you — you placed your hand in his as he led you down the hallway and finally to the privacy of one of the rooms.

The rays of the early morning sun illuminated the room as they snuck their way in through the slightly drawn blinds. You yawned — stretching your hand to greet the boy who had spent the latter time of the night devoting himself to bringing you pleasure.

. . But he wasn’t there.

There was a slight crack opening in the walls of your heart as gloominess lingered in quickly followed by a vigorous rainstorm.

He left.

He left.

God, you were overthinking.

This meant nothing. He was likely just a floor below getting himself some breakfast.

Yeah.

Why did he leave you so fast though? You wanted to talk to him — to tell him how you really felt. You just wanted to let it all out.

Where was he?

Your dress was discarded on the floor — but his clothes were gone; no longer contributing to the pool of clothes composed of both of the garments you both rid yourselves just a few hours prior.

His clothes are gone. . You weren’t hung over. God knows you hadn’t touched a single drink at the party but your head was pounding — drumming to the beat of the strident crescendo thumping at your chest.

Quickly, you slid on your dress and traveled down the hallway of — memories — and down the stairs. The further you traveled into the living room area the more you realized nearly every inch of the house was disarranged and littered beyond recognition.

“Fuck—” you nearly triped on a mountain of discarded solo cups left on Joon’s floor.

“Who died?” You recognized that voice anywhere.

“I’m good, Namu. Not dead yet but I will hold you liable if I break my neck trying to make it to the kitchen,” you yelled back.

“And I will be happy to be held accountable no questions asked,” you smiled as you rounded the corner into the kitchen; he was making coffee. “So, what did you get into last night?” He held up a mug inaudibly asking if you wanted some as well and you nodded.

“Uh, I wasn’t feeling too good so I crashed in one of the guest rooms upstairs.”

“Did you at least have fun? I blacked out within the first fucking fifteen minutes and now look at this place,” he handed you your hot drink as he pulled out one of the stalls to take a seat beside you.

“Yeah,” you stammered trying to avoid any unintentional reaction to become visible on your features — you really didn’t feel like lying anymore than you already had to this morning, “it was definitely your best party yet.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

“Is anybody still around?” Though, ‘Is Hoseok still around?’ is what you really wanted to ask.

“Jimin and Jungkook are upstairs in Jungkook’s room. I’m not entirely sure where the rest are and Hoseok is outside talking to his ex or current girl,” he shrugged, “I’m not sure what’s happening there.”

No wonder he left you alone in bed.

He was talking to her.

The despairing song continued its loop blaringly and you could feel the cracks ripping apart the walls of your heart.

“I’m gonna run upstairs to shower and then clean around. Are you leaving now?”

“I’ll stay behind and help, if you want.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon’s exit from the kitchen was your cue to stand by the window with a clear view to the backyard. . though you figured in the back of your head you knew you couldn’t help but feel utterly defeated when your eyes caught a glimpse of their lips dancing so passionately against each others.

The calming sea you once felt has grown hungry and in a swift movement it swallowed you down to the bottom of the sea.

As you laid on the floor of the ocean you recalled the saying your mind failed to remember the night before: do not sleep with your fucking bestfriend.

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author’s note: well here we are again at — smut plaza — again, excuse if this bad as it is only my 2nd smut ever and I. . well I tried.

The playlist included at the top is a compilation of songs which kind of helped me write this truly; so I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did.

<3 thank you so much for reading!

#bts #jung hoseok #hobi #hoseok smut #hobi smut #hoseok x reader #bts x reader #bts masterlist au #bts smut #bts college au #bts angst #em stories #hoseok angst #bts au #hoseok x you #hobi angst #kim seokjin #hobi x you #jin #kim namjoon #joon #park jimin #bts v #kim taehyung #min yoongi #suga #jeon jungkook #ambw kpop

[pavardscherie]

Could you write something about dominating Benji? Or just taking over? Like pleasing him and he's begging, whining and so? <3

cuff it, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female summary when she decides to swap the roles, benji finds himself quite enjoying the sudden dominance.

izzy talks; yep, the addiction is growing. like literally growing. thank you for the request! i absolutely adore the ideas, and love to write for the needy bees! <3

the thick rope rubbed on the already reddened skin around his wrists, but as much as he wanted, he could not prevent the sudden twitching of his body. stripped naked, and tied to the headboard of their king sized bed, benjamin's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

multiple waves of pleasure and bliss hit the football player, who was defenceless with his hands tied tightly. cramps started to build in the trained thighs, the constant outstretching of the limbs to focus on the passion and euphoria and stop himself from cumming pained him.

hips slammed down repeatedly, his painfully hard dick disappearing in her pussy over again. the wetness spread on his thighs and onto his balls, the squishing sounds rang deeply in his ears. benjamin didn’t know how much longer he could take the strong thrusts of his girlfriend, or the beautiful image of his woman, riding him. 

„baby..“ he whined, coaxing the words out of his dry mouth. it was painful to restrain himself, to focus on not cumming with each thrust of hers. but she wanted to take control, and who would he be, if he wouldn’t grant her the dominance. being tied up and not allowed to touch his bouncing girlfriend wasn’t really written in the idea. 

„i’m almost there.“ the words were a promise she repeated for the last ten minutes. as soon as the orgasm was about to hit the female, she slowed down the movements of her hips, eventually even stilling them to take a break. teasing manners almost made benjamin explode underneath her. „i can’t take it anymore. please, it’s hurting.“ the male whimpered, when she stopped the bouncing and moved in very edgy infinity loops. 

petite hands caressed over her thighs, towards her belly and further upwards towards her breasts. a hardened nipple between the soft fingertips, she rolled the buds to increase the pleasure for herself. benjamin couldn’t do anything else than watch how her lids closed, and she drifted into another wave of pure ecstasy. mouth hung widely open, the moans slipped off her tongue second by second. needy sounds, the desire for release but feeling as if benjamin hasn’t been punished enough for his own teasing manners. 

„babe, please. god, i wanna touch you so bad. i wanna fuck you so bad. free me, please.“ leaning the head further back, a groan laced with annoyance came deeply from his tightened chest. but she didn’t answer, she didn’t listen. 

starting to harassment with the bouncing again, she placed a flat hand on his sweat abdomen, while the other trailed towards her pussy. two slender fingers found the bundle of nerves, drawing soft circles. watching her, using him for her pleasure, was a sight benjamin usually enjoyed — if his hands would be free. tilting the head away, he closed the lids to ravel in the pleasure he received from her hasty movements. 

bathing in the echoing sound of her moans, he tore his gaze away from her jiggling tits. anything she did right now, any slightest touch would make him cum. „please let me cum.“ he trailed off, the exhaustion clearly audible in the quiet whispers. and the begging, the sweet pleads were like praise to the female. walls clenching around his dick, hugging him tightly and milking the cum painfully. 

„oh god.“ benjamin groaned, the stinging feeling in the veins of his erection worse than the beginning cramps in his thighs. eyes squeezed together, he knew the release was the only way to finally feel a moment of calmness. still bouncing on his waist, she pulled him through his orgasm, the warmth spreading through her and causing the waves of pleasure to hit her equally as hard. 

moans exploded through the room, echoing through the empty house as they used eachother to ride out the almost never-ending waves of passion and bliss. falling forward, her sweaty forehead collided with his in red marks covered chest. breathing deeply, her sensitive nipples pressed into his abdomen. „holy shit.“ she muttered with a carefree chuckle, running the soft fingertips over benjamin‘s side. 

„never again.“ the football player breathed out, fiddling the fleshy fingers over the forehead to wipe off the beads of sweat. her head snapped up from the chest, the bottom lip pushed forward in an attempt to pout at the football player.

„only if you never tie me up again.“

#bayern munchen #bayern munich #bayern münchen #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #german football #benjamin pavard imagine #benjamin pavard smut #benjamin pavard drabble #benjamin pavard #bayern munich imagine #bayern munich smut #bayern munich drabble #football smut #football blurb #football drabble #football imagine #football fans #football lover #die mannschaft #dfb team #dfb #requested #writing requests #requests open

[roweclementine]

Getting ready to end my Spotify subscription when it expires at the end of the month but I’m keeping the account up so here’s all of my playlists that I’ve made since I joined back in summer 2020

Downloads (the Big One)

2023:

March 2023 (v proud of the cover for this one; can’t believe I’ve been doing these for a whole year)

April 2023

May 2023

June 2023

Fourth Of July 2023 (Rowe’s Version)

august 2023

September 2023

October 2023

November 2023

December 2023

March-December 2023

2024:

January 2024 (platonic breakup season woooo)

February 2024

March 2024

The monthly playlist idea was stolen from @trenchcrows. Each playlist has as many songs as there were days in that month (except when they don’t because some of them used to have Lovejoy/Wilbur songs in them). They were my favorite/most listened to/most looped songs from each month. It was a fun project and I think that it’s cool that I can look back and figure out exactly when I got into certain songs or when certain things were happening to me. November-January was certainly A Time.

Queer Playlists:

Aspec (aro and/or ace songs)

🏳️‍⚧️ (trans/nb songs)

🏳️‍🌈 (gay gay homosexual gay)

Podcast Adjacent Playlists:

Favorite SFBO Episodes

Favorite Podcasts

Songs from Let’s Learn Everything!

Playlists For Specific Artists/Albums:

GLOOM DIVISION (new idkhow album go stream it)

We’re Not Panicking! At The Disco Anymore (by Fall Out Boy)

Everything by Jon Walker (all of the songs/bands mentioned in Everything)

Jon Walker favorites

Waterparks songs named after colors

Waterparks Songs Named After Pixar Quotes

Sparrow Sleeps

Infinity on High but it's my favorite parts (by fall out boy)

Local Dreamers (the Wait I Need to Listen to Twenty One Pilots More So They Show Up on My Wrapped playlist)

American Beauty/American Psycho, but with 9% more Demi Lovato

Razzmatazz, but with 9% more Tessa Violet

Playlists For Specific Situations:

Songs to listen to at the end of the year

Beachy

Therapy :( (Rowe is not having a good time)

Therapy :) (Rowe is not having a good time but she’s trying to be optimistic now)

✨ Seasonal Depression ✨ (Rowe is not having a good time part 3, now with more Christmas)

Christmas Songs That I Actually Like (We’re going to ignore the fact that Every Snowflake is Different isn’t technically a Christmas song ok?)

Relationships:

Breakup songs

Show Me The Door (break up songs; a playlist dedicated to my mother)

/ (love songs)

Hopeless Romantic Bittersweet Yearning (more love songs)

& (songs about friendship)

Spotify Wrapped:

Rowe’s 2020 Wrapped

Rowe’s 2021 Wrapped

Rowe’s 2022 Wrapped

Rowe’s 2023 Wrapped

Rowe’s Wrapped 2019-2023 (I had Spotify in 2019 but was using a different account at the time)

Minecraft:

Fallen Kingdom Saga

Minecraft Songs

The Minecraft Archives:

TMcA

tmca!Tommy

(The Minecraft archives was a mcyt (dsmp/Hermitcraft season 8) tma au that I was working on which I am no longer writing because of Current Events)(I also had a TMcA!Wilbur playlist but I deleted it back in February along with all of my other Lovejoy playlists because fuck Wilbur)

The Rest Of Them:

Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday (sometimes you just wanna listen to songs with Saturday in the title; here’s a playlist for that)

Favorite Covers

Walmart Radio but it’s the songs I actually like

# (songs with numbers in the title)

Duets & features

Inside you there are two wolves (aka Fall Out Boy are liars)

Eurovision Favs

and finally,

Some Songs That Aren’t Lovejoy:

When did this happen why are there so many of them this post took like an hour to make

#Spotify #playlists #music

[bothzangetsus]

20 questions for fic writers tagged by @meikuree :3 thank you!!

the only people who I know who haven't done this AND who for sure are fic writers are @dissociatingdumbass / @sunflowersandcherryblossoms, @mondengel, and @bleachbleachbleach, I think. but if you see this & want to do it -- say you were tagged by me!

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how many works do you have on ao3? | 2. what's your total ao3 word count? | 3. what fandoms do you write for? | 4. what are your top five fics by kudos? | 5. do you respond to comments? | 6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? | 7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? | 8. do you get hate on fics? | 9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? | 10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written? | 11. have you ever had a fic stolen? | 12. have you ever had a fic translated? | 13. have you ever co-written a fic before? | 14. what's your all-time favorite ship? | 15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? | 16. what are your writing strengths? | 17. what are your writing weaknesses? | 18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? | 19. first fandom you wrote for? | 20. favorite fic you've ever written?

how many works do you have on ao3?

including as of yet unrevealed works + ones in anon collection? 67.

what's your total ao3 word count?

92.832 -- which is actually more than I thought! considering I'm shortficliker69!

what fandoms do you write for?

Oh jesus christ. ok. I'm just going to copy what the dash says, I don't have the patience to format this:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Bleach (Anime & Manga) The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller Do Revenge (2022) DCU (Comics) SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Avatar: The Last Airbender Wednesday (TV 2022) Psycho-Pass Yellowjackets (TV) Pacific Rim (Movies) One Piece (Live Action TV 2023) Dreamer Trilogy - Maggie Stiefvater Midnighter (Comics) The Wilds (TV 2020) Kingdom of Three - Joan He Chainsaw Man (Manga) Teen Wolf (TV) 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Dare Me (TV 2019) 魔尊与圣女 | The Demonic Lord and the Virtuous Cultivator (Short Film) 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) Patito Feo (TV) Hunter X Hunter LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS (Cartoon) No. 6 (Anime & Manga)

+ on the RPF side, C-Pop and krump (dancing) RPF.

what are your top five fics by kudos?

a fluffy sickfic (Avatar: The Last Airbender)- F/F, G rating

murdery fun (Do Revenge (2022)) - F/F, M rating

modern soulmate au (The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller) - M/M, T rating

reincarnation au (The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller) - M/M, G rating

outsider pov on a pair (憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) - M/M, T rating

(a bleach fic is so close to making it! it's sixth place, only one kudos lower than yuumori fic. one! detergent account with no detergent fic talk... - anyway, it'd be m/m, T rating)

I find this list hilarious because it's expected, but also mostly not indicative of my tastes... fic 1 was the first fic the account has & it's boring as hell. modern aus put me to sleep. the reincarnation fic is exactly 300 words so does it even count.... the other two I enjoyed writing at least!

do you respond to comments?

I TRY TO... In practice it mostly happens 6 months later. Sometimes I give up on entire fics because I don't want to only respond to some comments, and if someone comments on more than one fic I don't wanna spam them! T___T so I want to reply to only one of theirs. but this again makes it look like I'm only replying to some ~> endless loop of stress omfg... my heavens this is a science

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

grouping these together because I have no idea. so much of my writing is for others so I doubt anything truly angsty is in there, since people rarely like it. and EYE hate super happy endings, so that probably hasn't happened either.

do you get hate on fics?

no, because I'm perfect. (I don't think I've written for any fandom that's prone to leaving hate comments.)

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

sure! but only 11 of the 67 fics have an M or E rating for sexual content, so not often. As for what kind... I don't know? I'll try anything once! The closest thing to a real answer I have is that I find F/F smut easier to write than M/M & I'm NGL, I'll take any opportunity to write (imply) stone tops, because it's something I always wish there was more of.

do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written?

Only once! It's actually the one thing I feel too embarrassed to write... alienselffucking is okay, but I draw the line at making people aware I like my faves meeting my other faves!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

have you ever had a fic translated?

Grouping these together because my answer is the same: not to my knowledge.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Does paragraph-style roleplay count? I did that for a few years!

what's your all-time favorite ship?

WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THIS. I am on the floor. I'm a multishipper for a reason!!! I can't have fave ships!

The only ship that has ever made me monofannish for a little bit though was Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood from Shadowhunters TV show, which at the time felt very random (that is NOT a high quality tv show), but now it does kind of make sense

they're on opposite sides & both are high ranking (avoiding fealty kink yesssss. I am so tired of fantasy ships with fealty kink.)

there's internalised homophobia

MONSTERS. I love WEAPONRY and FIGHTING

they have a breakup arc that stems from the opposite sides-ing

there are honest mistakes & fucking up

I love things that leave open the possibility of immortality

Not enough cannibalism and vore and stabbing each other going on there for me to continue being monofannish, but it was a pretty big accomplishment!

what's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I only write oneshots.

what are your writing strengths?

I HATE THIS QUESTION. I don't know! I think I'm solid in many areas & not yet exceptional in any (but I believe in me! One day!)

Prose economy is the thing I pride myself most in, I guess. Running on implication rather than explanation. I also like to think I'm good at understanding lots of different character motivations.

what are your writing weaknesses?

My heavens x100. Can't write anything long. The prose economy thing bites me in the ass often -- paragraphs read clunkier than they should & there are some things that DO need explaining. The fact that I have an ego the size of Jupiter and believe that nothing will stay a weakness, even if it takes me 30 years to fix it. I can't write humour. I can't write tropey, "fun" fic. I'm slow, like VERY slow. Like 200 words an hour slow. I can't write "iddy" fic. I can't write without having an ending in mind. I can't write if I don't have a point in mind. I can't write if I don't read at least 20 pages of prose I enjoy beforehand. I don't think my dialogue sucks but I don't think it's good either.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If the character mixes languages, I'm in favour! I don't much like it when the words are italicised or have their first letter capitalised, though -- I'm always against anything that marks a word or culture as "the other". Also sometimes the sentences end up profoundly unserious, a la "Today I joined my Abuela to go to the Mercado to buy some Berenjenas."

first fandom you wrote for?

On the account? ATLA. On the internet in general? Peaky Blinders.

favorite fic you've ever written?

AH. I don't know. So few of my fics reflect my tastes! I'll settle on saying a currently unrevealed one.

#tagged for me

[dark-elf-writes]

dunno if this ever went through the first time i sent it (probably not 'cause tumblr wants to act funky sometimes) but i have a few song recs that you could apply to your AUs. first up: infinity by jaymes young. i wanna say your nejinaru time loop au. second: aqua regia by sleep token. I discovered this song thru cult of the lamb fanart and it just lives rent-free in my head. i don't know who this one would apply to, but it's just very good. youth by glass animals. look, i broke my heart thinking about naruto, gaara, and harry, just from the first verse so make of that what you will: boy, when i left you you were young/ I was gone but not my love/You were clearly meant for more/Than a life lost in the war

black mambo by glass animals. i get Orochimaru vibes from this song, just in general.

adore you by harry styles. your sky sickness au. mainly for this part: id walk through fire for you, just let me adore you. i dunno, i guess it's more about the feel of it.

last but not least, 2 artist recs in general, Melanie Martinez. can't pick a fave album since i love them all, and RichaadEB. dude does metal covers of game songs, and i swear 2 of the best ones are You Say Run and One Winged Angel. can't go wrong with those.

Running to write these down

#the elf talks #song recs

[an-unraveling-unknown]

Heyy, friend!!

Do you have any character of yours you could/wanna talk about? :))

YOO FRIEND!! :D

Okay - not necessarily a character, but moreso a concept that I am tacking on to a few characters between two different projects for the time being. The term "Time is a flat circle" generally refers to the idea that, since time is infinite, everything will eventually repeat itself- a bit like the infinite monkey theorem, stating that if you stick a bunch of monkeys in a room and have them bang on a bunch of type writers for an infinite amount of time, its pretty much a given that they'll eventually write out the complete works of William Shakespeare.

To put it into perspective, "Time is a flat circle" can best be applied to literary or video-format media; something that is the same in all appearances, even when you read or watch it over and over, remaining the same even if your own perspective changes. Your life will repeat an infinite number of times, and everything that has happened will happen again, and has happened before. Think Ouroboros. (Not to be confused with linear infinity!! or, a timeline without a beginning or an end, no closed loop)

How it applies to characters is below the cut, cos' this may get lengthy again (sorry)

(For a better look at the concept by someone who did a much better job at executing it than I ever will, check out No Through Road! Its a fascinating few videos really, and Maverick Files also covered it in a way that clears some things up if you find yourself confused.)

First off, the thus far Untitled Project, otherwise known as "Local Ancient Android Confused That People Give a Shit [About Them.]" There are three embodiments of fear known to date:

Locke: Only technically an embodiment, artificially created by means of the fear they cary and how they present themselves. Locke, to put it simply, causes the fear - they are the catalyst.

Deimos: A "true embodiment," per se. I've said it a bunch of times, but Deimos is the fear - his title is quite literally "Embodiment of Human Fear," he has it down to a science at this point.

Phobos: Another "true embodiment," Phobos is best summed up as the reaction to the fear - much like his (current) namesake, the greek god Phobos. Fight, Flight, Freeze, Flop, Friend and etc. So lightly connecting all of this together, you have this trifecta of Messed Up Little Guys™, which, as I talked about above the cut, can fall into two categories that I know of in terms of the fear cycle:

now, I haven't *really* figured out which way I'm going with this, and the Ouroboros-shaped one admittedly doesn't make all that much sense, but Deimos and Locke talk about things like this all the time when they meet up, (It's a little hard not to when you're both millions of years old and concepts such as those are essentially timeless) and it will likely come up often enough once I get an actual narrative rolling. Not to mention Locke's whole schtick of being mainly based on the metamorphism of stories and folklore at they move through different times and societies with different ideals, but that's besides the point. Undertale AU - guess who has a undertale au <<< this dipshit /aff This one also goes into "Time is a flat circle", but moreso into the idea of this concept breaking down - in short, time travel happened. What if Ouroboros choked? Well, then the giant cosmic serpent would bite itself, and thats just bad news all around. Also, it's entirely W.D Gaster's fault.

Now, theres already a loop going on in Undertale for obvious reasons (both in the fact that the game mechanics are made a very real part of the world in reseting and in the fact that Toby Fox just couldn't get the game to delete itself after completion and henceforth there is really no truly happy ending to what we see- killed by Flowey? super incredibummer, reset. Genocide? that sucks, there are in fact consequences for your actions, reset. reach the surface? well, the only way to continue on past this is to reset, so you and the monsters stuck in the underground perpetually. death of the author in some funky way I guess) so what's the harm in adding one more? Also, nice parallels. Also, because throwing philosophical concepts at my work is fun.

#time is a flat circle #salsa'd #oc lore #(I guess??) #I did not explain any of this as well as I could've I'm sorry #am a bit tired #if you have any questions let me know!!

[wizardcurse]

i wanna hear your thoughts on chainsaw man, if you don't mind 👀

MY THOUGHTS, you say?

This is only about the anime as I haven’t read the manga or engaged much with csm at all besides that. and sorry that this is disjointed this is just my natural unfiltered sleep deprived word splatter

OKAY. so once I adapted to the graphic gore and constant sex jokes and channeled my inner edgy teenager and adjusted to how bizarre and alarming it was… I was surprised but I actually started to really enjoy it. because I feel the disjointed cynicism and humour and general awfulness of it fits this bleak awful universe it’s set in and makes it all the more believable

I really love the idea of an object or concept becoming a devil and having an appropriate level of threat and danger based on how people perceive it? and that it can change with major events and become worse over time and fluctuate. I think the concept is what got me hooked.

I really want to know more about the universe it’s set in. it’s fascinating to me. It was casually mentioned that the Soviet Union exists??? What year is this anime even set… Are nuclear weapons present in this universe? I feel that nuclear energy would be the most threatening devil but there’s been no mention of it. Or any epidemics? or natural disasters? instead the gun devil is the largest threat. also if the gun devil appeared in america why are bits of it all over japan? how did it get there? can devils cross oceans. do they do interplanar travel or something. do you get extremely culturally specific devils that are only found in specific countries. are there geographic influences. WHY is everyone suddenly so obsessed with denji when he just had a puppy chainsaw possess him

I loved the time loop episode and I really loved seeing the characters get fleshed out! I love the tiny bits of lovely mundane normality in the series too like aki just trying to live and do cooking and do the laundry which gets destroyed by denji and power turning up. poor fucking guy

Strange thought but now I’m wondering if people can be forcibly manipulated in order to deliberately increase the power of a devil? if you kidnapped 1,000 people and made them develop a severe phobia of spoons for example, would the spoon devil gain immense power. is that just how it works. can you merge devils persona style. what is the most contracts anyone has ever made, is there a world record?how do you stop ordinary people from making contracts?

If you can have devils as more abstract concepts could you end up with comic book villains or characters manifesting? memes? a situation where all popular media has to be very carefully controlled? how does consumerism and capitalism influence devils. I NEED THE LORE. have devils always existed or is this a recent phenomenon? if they’ve always existed then would older devils be stronger? ANCIENT SOCIETIES WITH DEVILS? dinosaur devil???

the christian imagery is interesting and I'm curious to see where it is going. especially that painting in the ending where makima is holding denji like mother mary holding jesus… interesting that all the graves are in western style too

if there’s an infinity devil is there gonna be a Death devil? contracts and devils they are so interesting to me. the devil hunters are SUCH assholes. the way denji and power are completely treated as tools and have no agency. the way aki is treated by pretty much everyone is ridiculous this guy can’t even eat his apples in hospital in peace. I would peel apples for him at his bedside. I LOVE aki. which is very typical of me I always fall for characters like him. I love characters doomed by the narrative and revenge driven. It’s terrifying and devastating but also morbidly hilarious seeing him battle with the depths of grief juxtaposed to the flippant attitude of everyone else who shrugs it off and can go back to laughing

I am also fascinated and in love with Makima. I have to know what her deal is. she can’t be human… I would listen to whatever she says and end up destroying the world for her <3 she is the girl manipulator of all time. THE BIT ON THE TRAIN AND THE HUMAN SACRIFICE SCENE… damn

Okay where was I going with this. So chainsaw man! it’s definitely not the usual kind of thing I’d watch, and I don’t think I’d have continued past the first two episodes if my friend hadn’t sat down and watched it with me. but I really am interested to see where it’s going? and kind of concerned now that I think about it. like if it is going to use any real world historical events, like wars? that’s probably my biggest fear, can't see that being done tactfully

BUT YEAH THE ANIMATION… was so good. MAPPA really is something else. and I love the openings and endings, I can’t believe every ending was different. insane anime. ultimately it’s a nightmare but I enjoyed it. might try to read the manga next so I can get some Answers

#watches an anime. me immediately: how would the archaeological record and biodiversity be influenced by this chaos #thank you so much mordecai for letting me ramble this was very cathartic! #answered

[brukismusicblog]

Happy 10th Anniversary to Pure Heroine!

I completely dipped from this blog for a minute there, whoops. After all, my pfp is Lorde, what did you expect?

Anyways, it's crazy to think it's been a decade!!!! Today is the 10 year anniversary of her's truly, Miss Ella Marija Lani Yelich O'Connor's freshman album Pure Heroine. And what a way to come into the pop scene: reinventing it completely.

I know that's bold statement and I don't care! Tell me there wasn't a noticeable shift after Royals hit the radio stations! I remember when my friend showed me that song for the first time in 2013 we sat in my basement and listened to it on loop like 10 times. A couple months after that I tried to get into her music, but it just didn't speak to me at the time since I was like 11 and not very cultured.

This album really speaks for itself. The first time I had listened and really connected to it was right after I had graduated high school and I was about to go to my first university (which I'd transfer out of after a year, whoops). I remember watching the sun set with my friends and 400 Lux playing in my head (and probably over our speakers at some point). This album helped me through a lot of weird emotions. Leaving my town & friends behind to try and make something bigger of my life, wishing it could just be small and manageable and easy forever, not to mention the impending doom of COVID-19.

This goes down under my list of albums I've managed to find a home in, and that's a connection I wish I could just give to people. Having that sort of a connection to a piece of music is just such an incredible source of comfort.

Every time I hear this album part of me thinks it's 2014 again. It kinda makes me wanna throw on an infinity scarf and watch something with Shailene Woodley. Also, I really wish we could have gotten a repress of the album or something for this milestone. Or at least a story post. Whomp Whomp :(

Speaking of milestones, Royals managed to pass a billion streams on Spotify! I think if we all do our part Team might make it too :)

I have about 25 minutes to midnight and A World Alone just finished so I think I ought to wrap this up so I can proofread. Thank you Lorde for all you've done and continue to do <3

#lorde #pure heroine #music #music blog #album #also Lorde is half Croatian and so is my family so that's just really cool to me idk idk

[stardustdiiving]

Tag game (tagged by @kanonavi !)

List your favorite character from any series (Just one, or more if you feel like it), a color you aren’t fond of, and 3 songs you’ve listened to in the past week. Tag whoever you want to.

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Favorite chars:

Grace Infinity Train is my all time fav of anything ever, hyperfixation (Genshin) wise I like xiao and nahida a lot

Color I’m not fond of:

IDK depending on the context I can rock any color…but I struggle to click with a lot of with a lot of bright greens and oranges + yellow most of the time, unless they’re accents

Songs:

Am I Dreaming || Hand of God (Outro) || Sad Machine

Am I dreaming has been on loop since the new spiderverse movie dropped, hand of god is just. A very genshin impact song to me and invokes the hyperfixation craze so I like looping it and thinking about my guys often, sad machine is a classic fav of mine I’ve been revisiting a lot lately Bc I wanna do an animatic with it

Tagging: UM..anyone who wants to esp mutuals

#tag game #fern.txt #post games

[buckysimp101]

And They Were Roommates- Epilogue

Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

Series Masterlist

Five Years Later

Olivia's POV

"Congratulations, Mrs. Wilson," I whispered with a cheeky wink as I leaned in to give Natasha a hug.

"Thank you, Mrs. Barnes," she responded in kind, returning the wink. Natasha and Sam had finally gotten married, the last of our friend group couples to do so. Tony had been joking that all we needed was to find Steve someone and we'd be all set, this was after he joked about having to buy wedding gifts for Wanda's wedding, that took place just a few weeks before mine and Bucky's. The emerald green of my bridesmaid dressed flowed as I turned to give Sam a hug, congratulating him and making sure he understood what I'd do to him if he ever hurt Natasha, winning me an eye roll.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah you're real intimidating Mill- Barnes. Damn it. Two years later and it's still real weird calling you that," Sam joked, "speaking of, where is the bigshot Best Man Number 1? He's gonna miss his speech, and I know he'll be crying to you if Steve upstages him."

"Relax, Sam. He's just talking to Tony. I'll go break them up, those two never know how to leave work at work," I spoke softly, giving Sam's forearm a pat before heading towards the Stark family. Pepper was holding their six month old daughter Morgan as she tried to avoid listening to Bucky and Tony talking about work. I sidled up to Bucky, looping my arm through his, and interrupted, "Sorry to interrupt boys, well not exactly, but Mr. Barnes here has a Best Man speech to make in approximately five minutes before either Mr. Wilson drags him to the dance floor by his ear, or Mr. Rogers roasts him to infinity and beyond for his slacking Best Manliness."

"Oh well thank you, Mrs. Barnes for reminding me," Bucky responded lightly, a grin playing on his lips as he leant down to press a kiss on mine.

"Yuck, you kids and your sappiness. Just get you one of these, you'll be so sleep deprived you'll forget what sappy looks like," Tony joked as he pointed to Morgan, Pepper cutting eyes at him playfully. Ever since Pepper had announced her pregnancy Tony had been over the moon. As a dad? He knew he'd catch a star for Morgan if she so much as asked. Tony Stark was wrapped around that little finger.

"Hey my love, what was that?" Bucky asked looking to his left, trying to attract my attention so he could give Tony the finger, I rolled my eyes at their playfulness.

"That doesn't work on me, babe. Now shoo," I said, giving Bucky's butt a swat as he chuckled, walking towards the dance floor just in time for the DJ to call his name for his speech. I settled in next to Pepper as she said something to Morgan, something about Tony being an idiot, and leaned in to coo over the infant. She had Tony's eyes, Tony's hair, hell she was a mini Tony through and through, with Pep's attitude of course.

"You wanna actually get something to eat, Pep? I can hold the lil monster," I asked, noticing that Pepper hadn't touched any of the food in front of here, despite it being served only a few minutes prior. I knew that she wouldn't turn down the chance to eat a hot meal as she handed Morgan over to my awaiting arms.

"Hi Morguna, Auntie Livvie loves you so much yes she does," I whispered, stroking the infant's brown hair and rocking her slowly. I heard clapping, most likely signaling the end of Bucky's speech but my attention was 100% locked on the little girl in my arms.

A low whistle sounded from behind me, "Watch out there, Buck. She'll be begging you for one if you're not careful," Tony joked from behind me, making me finally look up to see Bucky standing in front of me. His eyes were soft, fuck his whole expression was soft. He had this dopey look in his eyes and his lips had a small grin playing on them. When our eyes locked, there were no words that needed to be said.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully.  Sam tried to get Natasha to agree to let him host a karaoke competition as the night dwindled and that was my cue to leave. As Bucky and I got back in the car to head to our apartment, I tilted my head and asked, "Bucky...let's have a baby, yeah?"

His head whipped towards me, the grin on his face turning into a full smile as he responded, "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart."

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8 months later

Turns out, I didn't even need to ask. A week after Natasha and Sam's wedding, I woke up with what I thought was a horrible stomach bug, as cliche as it sounds. That stomach bug turned out to be our son. The second I told Bucky I was pregnant his eyes got so wide, I swear I thought he was going to pass out. We set up my doctor's appointment as soon as I could get one and well, 8 months later here we are.

"JAMES FUCKING BARNES I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD OR DEVIL IS LISTENING IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK IN MY DIRECTION ROMANTICALLY OR SEXUALLY EVER AGAIN I WILL CASTRATE YOU," I yelled as I tried to focus on push, Bucky's face paling in the process, whether it was because of what I was saying or how tight I was gripping his hand I have no clue.

He moved his other hand up to brush the hair off my face as I finished the push, breathing heavily and unconsciously leaning  into his hand. "That's it, baby. You're doing great, mama, but doc is saying you gotta do one more push and then you can take a break. Come on, Livvie baby, one more push," he whispered softly.

"DAMN IT BUCKY WHY CAN"T YOU DO THIS," I whined into the push making Bucky laugh in response.

"Believe me baby, if I could sw-," he started, only to be interrupted by me saying,, "So help me Buck if you're about to say you'd switch places with me, just stop because I know it's a lie. Nobody willingly wants to go through this."

"Alright, Olivia. He's close. I think if you give me one more big push, we'll have his head!" the doctor stated, my nerves returning as I realized just how close we were to having a baby. "Alright, Mrs. Barnes, push now!" I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY DID I SAY NO TO AN EPIDURAL!"

The doctor and nurses said a few more things as I finished pushing and next thing I know it's like all the pressure had disappeared. Within seconds I heard a sputtering cry and my head whipped to look at Bucky, tears forming in both our eyes as the doctor placed our baby on my chest and announced, "Congratulations, Olivia and Bucky, meet your son."

Bucky and I both started crying as I held our baby close to me. Bucky leaned in for a deep kiss and through the kiss he whispered on my lips, "I love you so much. You are so fucking strong, so goddamn beautiful. I'm so lucky you're my wife and the mother of my child. Thank you, Liv. Man I fucking love you." His declarations only making me cry more.

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Bucky's POV

As they took our son to get cleaned up and measured, I followed them to watch in awe of the miracle that Olivia had delivered us. Tears seemed to be never ending, it's like I couldn't stop crying as I watched the nurses and doctor fuss over him.

There on the bassinet, all seven pounds and nineteen inches, laid our son. Our Grant Thomas Barnes. Named for the two men who brought Olivia Sage Miller Barnes into my life. The two pains in my ass who made sure that I married that woman who just happened to be in Sam's World Archaeology class. The two smuggest bastards in the universe now have a kid named after them, how we were going to ever deal with them now was beyond me.

A nurse came up to me, Grant wrapped up in a blanket in their arms, and held him out to me, "Wanna hold him, dad?" I nodded my head as fast as I could and held my arms out, making sure to support his head, and began walking over to Olivia. Her eyes brightened as she saw the two of us approach, a weak smile growing on her face.

"Hey, daddy," she whispered with a wink, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks and her to roll her eyes at my reaction. "Hey, mama," I responded in kind, causing a shy smile to appear on her face.

"Hi Grant, my sweet boy. I'm your mama, and this handsome man holding you is your daddy. We're so happy you're here now, little man," Olivia cooed as she reached out to touch him. All I could do was watch her. Here. With our son. Our little family grew almost instantaneously. We've come a long way from the dumb, pining idiots we once were.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

THE END

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That is it for And They Were Roommates, folks! I hope you enjoyed this fic because I had a great time writing it! Thanks to my bestie again for helping me with ideas for this epilogue, this one is dedicated to you boo, @youlightmeupfinn​!

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes is a dummy #roommate!bucky #husband!bucky #dad!bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #BuckySimp101

[iwonderwh0]

Any more microtonal music recommendations? I'd rather get recs than hop blindly into the youtube unknown lol

YES, of course! I'm so glad you asked since now I have an excuse to share here more of my micro-obsession

Little disclaimer - at first most people find it absolutely unlistenable and some even find it deeply disturbing, but it's only because they are not used to it. It takes time

So it might be reasonable to start with

"King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard" - this is Australian indie rock band that often uses microtonal instruments for their music -- not all of it, but enough to be a good starting point to get used to some of it. I'd start with "Nonagon Infinity" - this album is FIRE, and the cool thing about it is that every song of this album flows flawlessly into the next one, and the last one flows almost flawlessly into the first one if you listen to them on loop. Other album I'd recommend is "Flying Microtonal Banana", and one specific song that I was absolutely obsessed with that I also want to link is Crumbling Castle This band is where microtonality is mixed within familiar type of music, so it feels comfortable and familiar and not intimidating

Okay, moving on to other microtonal examples on the beginner-friendly side

I remember really liking this one in 19EDO, here it's really gentle microtonality, just enough of it to be noticeable without overwhelming someone who'd listen to it for the first time. Also perfect example of how microtonal music can convey the kind of mood that would be impossible in 12EDO

Next, this one is really nice, and it's a pity there's not much more from this musician as I find it adorable.

Brendan Byrnes - Cave Dance I just realised I completely forgot that he exists, I only remember that this songs slaps, should probably dive into his discography myself

Now getting closer to my absolute faves - Xotla and Sevish. All of my following recommendations are just individual songs and albums of theirs. Xotla is probably more beginner-friendly, so I'll start with his songs

Xotla - Surprise me This was the song that made me obsessed with microtonality, here is where it started. I remember listening it on repeat just because 4:15 <-- MY GOD I can't even describe how amazing this place felt when I listened to it for the first ten times or so

Xotla - No Longer 2:50 ❤️

Xotla - Cosmic Microwave pure goosebumps the first listening

Xotla - Dance of the Forest Lights (Reimagined) - the new version of this song. I love both of them

Xotla - Robots Dream To Dance absolute bop

Xotla - Sipping Tea By The Sea already familiar to you, It's from "Seeds of Moonlight" album. If you liked this song maybe you should check out the rest of the album. My favourites from this album (other than that): Metallic Lilypads and Losing Connections. Although this album is not my favourite.

Okay, I realised maybe I should just recommend albums. All of them (except Planting Seeds of Microtones, it sounds too much like pop music and it's not the Xotla I love), my favourite is Science Fraction

Lastly in regards to Xotla I wanna note Funkrotonal (0:56 !!!)

Also Between Space (3:24 !)

Okay, now I'll link THE WHOLE SEVISH DISCOGRAPHY (no, but really)

But really, this is the most important place of this post

SEVISH

SEVISH

SEVISH

SEVISH

Sevish is the kind of microtonality that you probably shouldn't jump on when you're just getting used to microtones, because this is where most of my irls noped immediately. But if you're ready and your heart is open, his music is literally out of this world

Sevish - Outside (!!!!) - this is where my head exploded when I listened to it for the first time. The moment I realised that microtonal harmony is absolutely unearthly GEORGEOUS

Sevish - Better Left Unanswered - more of absolutely gorgeous microtonality

Sevish - Gleam - if you're using tiktok there's a possibility that you've actually heard this one, it was trending at some point. The moment from 0:50 specifically

Sevish - Horizons - I just want to leave here this comment that was written under this song on youtube:

Here I'll just link the whole Morphable album - I listened to it more times than I could count, but here are some songs from it that I like more than others:

Tritavium (absolute insane percussion at 1:17, I'm not normal about it at all)

Launch (1:29 is 🤌✨😩)

Smashing, actually damn I can just link every single song from this album, they're all uniquely amazing

Songs from other albums

Sevish - Freathy the end of this one is heaven-like (3:12) and I mean it, it's like church-choir

Sevish - Desert Island Rain - this was one of the first I listened by sevish and it scratched my brain in a way no other song ever did, also 4:34 here is a completely different vibe. This is also the song I tried to show to my irls that made them make such a face expression as if they're in physical pain. Well, definitely not the best one to familiarize anyone with microtonality, as this one is amazing if you're ready, otherwise it's miserable

Also check out "Formless Shadows" album if you love ambient

Damn

I LOVE microtonal music

I got so used to it that when I now listen to usual 12EDO it feels like something is missing

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