#but anyway. that's pretty much the gist of it

[yavoid]

We learned through code.org, scratch, and Khan academy in middle school. They teach you how read code and think like a computer. Not necessarily specific code, but it teaches important fundamentals so you can pick up Any computer language with ease. Once you master block coding, it makes it a ton easier to write because you'll understand the basic structure. When it comes to specific languages however, it ultimately just depend on what you wish to achieve. Wanna make a website? Practice HTML and CSS straight from the books. Wanna build a video game? C++ and Javascript are a good go to. Not sure and just wanna get your hands dirty? Java and Python are very similar to each other and there are several resources to learn those particular languages. I personally took a class in highschool that had us write in Java and Python, and have a How-To book for an older version of Python. In fact, college courses are one of the best places to go learn a specific programming language if you never get the opportunity in highschool or middle school! Some people even give lessons for free on youtube if you search for it And, on the off chance that you wanna get Into something instead of making stuff with your code, then I again suggest (legally) practicing with Python since it is notably one of the more well-known languages that can make hacker keys when you don't know the password to an account. If you decide you want to dig into the world of white-hat hacking however, do your research and above all else get a VPN to stay safe especially on onion browsers And hey, even if you decide you don't want to make stuff, it's still a Very useful tool to know how to read code. Especially when it comes to Inspecting webpages, because once you can read and understand code, even at the bare minimum, you can find things hidden in websites and find ways to download images you're otherwise unable to right-click on.

Hi Maia! Do you have any tips for getting started in programing and Computer Science in general? I've wanted to get into the field but just, don't know where to start cause it all feels like a lot vnv

i always struggle answering questions like this cause like i basically got into this stuff just via autism hyperfocus and self learning that way and forcing my way through it like that, but im gonna post this anyways so maybe people in the notes will have better input!!

[strawberrytalia]

like yeah, khalid’s dad being an nyc egyptian cab driver is so stereotypical. but as a muslim brown girl whose father is literally a cab driver in new york city and has been so for over a decade now, i feel seen lol 😭

is it bad rep? maybe. but can some of us relate? yes…

[deadsince1973]

I've just finished episode 5 of Vivant, and I have to say, I really love and appreciate the mix of languages on this show. You just KNOW that if this show were American, all the "Balkan"/Mongolian characters would be speaking English with a foreign accent for the convenience of the audience. So I absolutely love this show's choice to have huge chunks of the show's dialogue delivered in Mongolian, including lines by the Japanese main characters, and to simply subtitle it in Japanese. No handwaving about how the main characters' foreign contacts just happen to speak Japanese with no expectation that the main characters might also speak Mongolian. No, instead, all the main characters speak Mongolian and English (and Arabic maybe, in Nogi's case?) in addition to Japanese, none of the Americans speak Japanese, only the Balkan/Mongolian characters for whom it makes sense that they would speak Japanese speak Japanese, and the language of the scene is chosen based on what language would most likely be used in that situation in real life. Convenience for the audience is simply not a consideration. And I love it!

[bitterlyromantic]

compared myself to a Saint the other day and something bad happened afterwards 👼🏻 not to me though

[im-a-fucking-toaster]

Hey!

So I'm actually cis

[witchywithwhiskey]

can't get enough

pairing: congressman!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're woken up by bucky being called away for some congressional business, but you don't want him to go. as you're making the most of the time you have together, he reminds you of the night before, when you celebrated him coming home after a few weeks away.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), there are no spoilers for thunderbolts*, smut, light angst, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, double vaginal penetration, inappropriate use of bucky's metal arm, rough sex, pussy spanking, painful sex/painplay, bdsm elements (mostly check-ins, bucky briefly restrains reader's wrists with his hands), biting, finger sucking, come play, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (little one, baby), referenced edging using sex toys, aftercare, established relationship, lots of feelings

word count: 8.3k

a/n: ok so i originally wrote this fic back when the first Thunderbolts* trailer dropped, and we saw Bucky's metal arm in the dishwasher, but i just never got around to editing it 🫣 and it was a bit of a struggle, i honestly had no idea how to end this fic! also, i'm pretty sure a congressman wouldn't travel so much, but it was necessary for the fic so we're gonna ignore those inaccuracies! anyway, this is pretty much just pure smut with some feelings, so i hope y'all enjoy ♡

The loud, incessant buzzing of a phone on the table beside your bed dragged you mercilessly from sleep. With a muffled groan, you rolled over, the sheets smooth against your bare skin as you sought the warmth of Bucky Barnes.

He’d already shifted onto his side to answer the phone, and you burrowed your face between his shoulder blades, nose nudging the bumps of his spine, smile pressing into his skin when you felt his deep, sleep-roughened voice while he spoke.

“Yes?”

There was a pause filled by the tinny sound of someone on the other end speaking. Though you couldn’t hear their words, you got the gist. Bucky was being called away on some sort of official congressional business—or the unofficial business that had him investigating Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Either way, it only meant one thing, and it had the corners of your mouth pulling down in an unhappy frown.

“Alright, gimme an hour.”

Bucky’s sigh was drowned out by the wooden thunk of him tossing his phone back on the bedside table. Then he was rolling onto his back, his arm digging beneath your waist and pulling you into his warm body until you were half sprawled on top of him.

So much of your bare skin was pressed to his, and you hummed contentedly, sleep still nipping at the corners of your consciousness and urging you to return to its comforting embrace. But then you remembered the call and what it meant.

“Noooo,” you whined, curling your arms around Bucky’s shoulders and wrapping your legs around his thigh, holding on tight and trying to prevent him from leaving the bed.

You knew it was pointless—he was a super-soldier, and even though he wasn’t wearing his metal arm, he could easily extract himself from your hold. Or carry you as he got out of bed, which you would mind less.

A low, reluctant chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest and he brushed a kiss to your forehead, to the spot where your brows were furrowed in a frown, his scruffy jaw making you shiver. 

“I have to go in,” he said, stating what you’d already surmised. “And you need the rest, little one.” His voice dropped to a playful growl that had you laughing even as you pouted.

“I do not,” you grumbled, burying your face in Bucky’s bare chest, delighting in the way the soft hair dusting his skin tickled your cheeks. Your words were muffled by the way your mouth was pressed into the layer of softness atop the packed muscle of Bucky’s chest, but you knew he heard you fine.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, his warm hand ghosting down your spine and smoothing over your bare ass. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, just enough to make you mewl softly and squirm on top of him.

You were distracted from his question by Bucky’s groping hand, your legs falling open instinctively and your head tipping to the side to let out a soft moan. Bucky’s laughter rumbled in his chest, teasing your nipples to aching points while his hand slipped between your thighs.

His fingers explored the soft, swollen folds of your pussy, his darkened blue eyes watching your face carefully, as if checking your body for tenderness. When you merely sighed happily, your muscles loosening and relaxing until you were little more than a warm puddle on his chest, Bucky brushed a kiss to the top of your forehead. 

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away and used the flat of them to deliver a light swat to your well-used, puffy pussy. 

The gentle sting had you whining sharply and writhing on top of Bucky’s chest, arching your back and presenting your cunt in a way that you hoped enticed him to give you more—you didn’t care if it was more light spanks or thrusting his fingers inside your dripping hole.

“Greedy girl,” Bucky rumbled, a hint of admonishment in his tone, but his voice was so washed in warmth, it was hard to take the scolding seriously. Especially when he indulged your needy sounds and spanked your pussy again, a little harder that time.

Despite Bucky’s examination, you were still a little sensitive and sore from the previous night, and you trembled beneath the firm swat to your puffy pussy, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sting of pain, even as tingles of pleasure swirled deliciously through your core. 

There was an ache in your muscles, and an exhaustion deep in your bones, that was coaxing you to fall back to sleep. But the knowledge that Bucky was leaving, and you weren’t sure when he’d be back, had you fighting against it. 

Instead, you sank into the pleasure of Bucky’s hand, writhing lazily against him, your thigh brushing against his thickening cock. Your fingers trailed down Bucky’s side until they bumped against the tip, then you danced them down his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his hard length twitching against your touch. 

Before you could get too distracted by Bucky’s cock, though, he delivered another, sharper, spank to your pussy. You keened loudly, your back arching, ass lifting in the air as you begged for him to stop tormenting you. 

“Please,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider, inviting him to give you more. 

“Still hungry for me, little one?” Bucky teased, his voice a delicious, sleep-roughened rasp that danced along your spine and settled heavily between your thighs, making your clit throb with need. “Even after everything I gave you last night?”

His fingers rubbed your puffy pussy, making a mess of the wetness that was already leaking from your slit. When he spanked you lightly again, it made an obscene wet sound that had you squirming and keening pitifully.

“Bucky, please,” you mewled, sliding your hands up Bucky’s chest to curl over his shoulders and brace against his broad body to rock your hips back against his teasing fingers. “Need you—I’ll always need you,” you whined raggedly.

Moving on instinct, you slid your leg across his hips until you were straddling him. The hard line of his cock was a heavy, delicious ridge between your thighs and your hips worked, grinding down on him, your clit bumping against all the veins of his shaft and drawing a needy whimper from your lips. 

“Please.” 

“Greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky murmured, the words sounding more like praise than admonishment in his deep, rasping voice.

You could do little more than purr your happiness before he was ducking his head and capturing your mouth in a kiss. Your mind went blissfully blank as his lips tasted yours, his hand shifting to your hip, fingers rubbing your own wetness into your skin as he dug into your soft flesh. 

Bucky used his grip to urge you to grind against his thick cock, all while he swallowed your whimpers and moans like a hungry beast, his own pleasure rumbling deep in his chest. 

Your need ratcheted higher with every sweep of his tongue between your lips, and your hips humped desperately, feeling every throb and twitch of his hardness between your slick, swollen folds. 

Truthfully, there was a slight ache in your core, but you ignored it. You were too ravenous for Bucky to even think about stopping your hips from working and coating his cock in your desire.

When the blunt tip of him caught in your thoroughly used hole and threatened to slide into your puffy pussy, Bucky stilled beneath you, his hand gripping the soft curve of your hip so hard that you came to a rest with a protesting whine. 

You were panting with need, your mouth open, lips brushing against Bucky’s as you breathed each other’s air. But as you retreated enough to see what had made him stop, you caught the flash of concern in his darkened blue eyes. 

“Little one,” Bucky rumbled, a strained warning in his tone, like it killed him to have to stop you. 

If it had been any other morning, you might’ve given in to Bucky’s urging that you rest—but that was because he would’ve been there to take care of you. He would’ve cuddled up with you under a blanket and gotten you everything you needed so you could keep relaxing. 

But he was leaving in an hour—less than, since it had already been a few blissful minutes since he’d hung up the phone—and so the gluttonous hunger churning in the depths of your body would not be ignored. No matter how concerned Bucky was for you, you needed him.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, urgent desperation in your sleepy, husky voice. Your hips were already pushing against his hold on your body, a pitiful whine rising in your throat when he kept you pinned with his super-soldier strength. 

For a long moment, Bucky’s eyes raked over your face, taking in the pout on your lips and the pleading expression in your gaze. Finally, his hand loosened on your hip and you pushed back, impaling yourself on the tip of Bucky’s cock. 

A breathy moan slipped from your lips, and you tipped your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt his hard cock drag against your sensitive inner walls. It felt so good to have him inside you, filling you up in the most perfect, delicious way only he could, that your mind went blank with pleasure. 

Time stretched exquisitely, and all you could do was feel. Your head spun as your body moved slowly, your hips sinking further and further down on Bucky’s cock. It was exactly what you needed—every throbbing inch of his length sliding deeper into your tight hole as you stretched around his thick shaft. 

When you were fully seated on his cock, Bucky’s hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, fingers digging into your skin and dragging you close to hold you pinned to his broad chest. Your nipples rubbed against his hard muscles and the soft hair dusting across his pecs, teasing them deliciously. 

“Greedy girl,” Bucky growled, tipping your face toward his until your lips brushed against his, but he didn’t kiss you. He just breathed heavily while you panted into his mouth. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?” he asked, a teasing thread in his tone.

It was on the tip of your tongue to cry out ‘no, never’, but just then, Bucky shoved his hips up roughly, fucking so deep into your body, you could’ve sworn you felt him deep in your belly. A sob wrenched free from your throat at the pleasure, which was edged in just enough pain to make to make it sharper, more intense. 

“Can’t get enough of my cock, even after everything I gave you last night?” Bucky went on, his harsh breaths spilling past your parted lips as he fucked you. “Good. I want you to feel me in your greedy cunt even while I’m gone—I want you thinking about everything I did to you this morning—and especially last night—so you know what I’m going to do to you when I get home.” 

At his words, memories of the night before flooded your mind…

Bucky Barnes had been gone for weeks. He was meeting with businesses and local community leaders in his home district of Brooklyn, New York, while you were left alone in the Washington D.C. apartment you shared together. 

You knew being a congressman gave Bucky a purpose, something he hadn’t had in a while, but did he really need to be gone for weeks?

In your opinion, Bucky being gone for weeks was too long. 

Sure, he did what he could to keep in touch even amidst his busy schedule. He made a point to call you at least once a day, and though you’d had phone sex a handful of times, nothing compared to having him with you—his warmth in your bed, his arms around your body, his cock buried deep between your thighs. 

You’d taken to wearing his starched, white button-up shirts whenever you were home at night, breathing in the scent of him as much as you could. You’d lay in the bed you shared, with nothing on except that shirt. 

When he got home on the night he was due back, that was how he found you, clad in his white shirt, only a few of the buttons done up, giving him teasing glimpses of your tits and pussy while you squirmed excitedly on the bed. Hunger darkened his blue eyes and a wolfish smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

Then, Bucky fell on you like a starving man, his metal hand sliding between the plackets of the shirt and tearing it open like it was little more than tissue paper—and you were the present he was eager to unwrap. 

His heated gaze swept down your bared body, a ravenous look in his eyes, before his larger form covered yours and his mouth captured your lips in a searing kiss. 

Bucky kissed you like it was the first and last time, his mouth greedy as he devoured every sound you made and every breath you exhaled. In turn, you kissed him selfishly, your fingers curling around the nape of his neck and holding him close, stealing all the air from his lungs while he pinned you to the bed with his heavy body.

“Missed me?” Bucky asked teasingly on the first opportunity to come up for air. He shot you a smirk that was dripping with male satisfaction and humor—both of which made the need in your belly burn even hotter.

Your hands slid down the sides of his neck, palms skimming over the stubble beneath his jaw and dug your nails into his skin. Without grace, you yanked Bucky back down on top of you, your shoulders lifting off the bed to meet him as your mouths collided again.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you growled into his mouth. 

At that, Bucky chuckled, slipping his tongue obligingly between your lips, but you were merciless. You wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked on him so ravenously, he groaned loudly into your mouth. 

Reflexively, his hips jerked, digging deeper between your thighs until his bulge was grinding against your bare pussy, your legs squeezing his hips and humping against his cock.

“Bucky,” you whined, throwing your head back and nearly knocking your chin into his nose while you writhed beneath him, desperately seeking your pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re needy tonight,” Bucky cursed on a sharp exhale, trying to sit up on his knees so he could strip off his clothes. 

But you were clinging to him too tightly, and he ended up dragging you with him, so you sat spread across his thick thighs. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, your legs around his waist, your mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his stubbled jaw. 

Bucky laughed huskily, and murmured, “Little one,” with an edge of admonishment in his tone that didn’t do anything to dislodge you. In fact, you barely heard it.

You were too busy dragging the blunt edges of your teeth over Bucky’s scruffy cheek, licking his bristly jaw and making obscene little moans when you tasted the salt on his skin and the musk of his sweat. Your mouth found the spot on Bucky’s neck that made him shiver, and you bit down—hard. 

His whole body wracked with a shudder, nearly making you lose your hold and fall back to the bed. But you were too determined to stay close to him, so you clung on, feeling the shiver vibrate through your body, whimpering when it teased your aching nipples and your desperate, leaking cunt. 

“Fucking christ—you need me that bad, huh?” Bucky huffed, his words accompanied by the sound of rending fabric and his zipper being ripped open. His fingers brushed your thighs and then the thick head of his cock was pressed to your weeping entrance. “Hope you’re ready for me, little one,” he growled, rubbing the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your hole.

A needy, pitiful sob burst from your lips as you tried to use what little leverage you had to lower yourself on Bucky’s cock, but his metal hand held you right where he wanted you, poised above his hard length. Another desperate whine spilled from you as tears of frustration splashed onto your cheeks.

“Bucky, ‘m so wet and empty, you could shove your whole fist inside me and I’d still beg for more,” you rasped against his neck, feeling his pulse pumping under your lips. “I missed you—god, I missed you so much, Bucky, I need you so bad.”

You barely knew what you were babbling, your head filled with hazy need. Your body felt like one big nerve ending that was throbbing to the beat of Bucky’s heart and begging to be filled. 

Bucky made a rough, tortured sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a roar. It sank deep into your core and you felt even more wetness drip from your pussy onto his cock, coating him in your desire. 

In the next breath, he yanked you down on his hard length, splitting you open so suddenly and so harshly, the immediate pleasure wrenched a scream from your lungs. The sound tore from your throat in a piercing wail, bouncing off the walls of your bedroom while Bucky gripped you so hard, you knew he’d leave bruises.

“That’s it, scream for me, little one,” Bucky rumbled, leaning forward and laying you down on the soft bed. The movement had his cock pressing so deep inside you, right to the end of you, that you felt like he was imprinting himself on your body.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of your head, pulling his hips back and snapping forward, fucking you so hard and fast, all you could do was lay there and take it. You screamed and wailed until your throat was raw and your cheeks were damp with tears of pleasure.

“You think I didn’t miss you, too, little one?” he demanded, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside your body as it slammed into you. “You think my cock hasn’t been aching to sink into this tight cunt since the day I left?”

It felt so good, to have him everywhere—his body covering yours, his shirt teasing your aching nipples as he hunched over you on the bed, his damp forehead pressed to yours, his harsh breaths slipping between your lips, his hips cradled between your thighs, his cock buried to the root inside your pussy.

He pounded into you, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body and making you nearly erupt in euphoria. You knew then that it wouldn’t be long before you came, and a part of you was devastated you’d come so quickly—even as you knew it wouldn’t be enough.

A whole night with Bucky, after he’d been gone for weeks, was never going to be enough. 

“God, I missed this,” Bucky growled against your mouth. “I missed you—I missed you so fucking much, little one, I thought about you every moment I was gone.”

Bubbles of happiness burst in your chest to hear Bucky’s rough words of devotion. They swirled with the pleasure rising like a tide in the center of your being, leaving you to sob his name, chanting it like a prayer—like a plea, “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!”

“Fuck—fuck, I can feel how close you are,” he bit out, his thrusts turning wild and erratic as he chased his own pleasure in your body. “Come for me, little one, come all over my cock—show me how much you missed me, baby.”

Bucky shoved deep inside you, pausing to grind his hips into your cunt and rubbing your clit until the pleasure building inside you reached its crest. You tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry, every muscle in your body pulling taut for one breathless moment, spine arching off the bed and wrists fighting against Bucky’s unbreakable hold.

Stars popped and crackled behind your eyes as you screamed Bucky’s name, overwhelming pleasure crashing through you in waves that swept you away to another plane of existence, leaving behind the bed and the room—leaving only you and Bucky, who still moved over you, his throat working as he growled in your ear. 

“Good girl, such a good girl, baby,” his deliciously deep voice rumbled, tethering you to reality. “Can feel your sweet cunt gripping me so good, sucking me deeper, begging for my come. D’you want it, little one, want my come?”

“Yuh huh, yuh huh,” you babbled, unable to form proper words, but it didn’t matter because Bucky understood your meaning. 

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss while he rutted into you, and a moment latter, he was groaning through his own release. 

Bucky’s hips pressed flush against your center, his cock twitching deep in your cunt as he spilled his seed against your cervix, loud sounds of pleasure slipping from his lips. You drank them down greedily, just as hungry for his pleasure as he’d been for yours. 

In the haze of his release, you managed to tug your wrists free from his hold and you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, fingers carding through his soft brown hair, your legs hugging his hips tightly while you felt him throbbing deep in your body. 

As the overwhelming pleasure receded for both of you, the kiss shifted, slowing and becoming sweeter, more reverent. Your lips moved against each other adoringly, savoring the other and taking the time neither of you had been patient enough for earlier. 

“In case it wasn’t clear,” you began, pulling back and kissing Bucky’s nose, then each of his cheeks and finally pressing a kiss between his brows, smoothing away the near-constant furrow. “I really missed you, Bucky.”

“Mm, I noticed,” Bucky rumbled, pressing his smile to your mouth before giving you a quick kiss. “I really missed you, too, baby,” he promised, his voice warm and satisfied even as he rolled his hips, wringing a soft gasp from your lips.

Laughing softly, he swallowed the sound with a kiss that devolved into long, languorous moments of making out. When Bucky finally pulled away to let you get some air, he propped himself up on his arms and glanced down at you with a hint of concern. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his warm hand skimming down your side as if checking for injury. His hand slid between your bodies, easing his still half-hard cock from your pussy, his gaze watching your expression closely. 

There was a little twinge of an ache, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he seemed to be expecting. Your lips curved in a naughty smile as you shook your head, holding his gaze. “I edged for a couple hours before you got home—put the dildo you got me to good use,” you explained.

You winked up at him, enjoying the way Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise, then lowered as his eyes darkened. Renewed hunger burned in his gaze, and he ducked down so his mouth was close to yours. Your breaths were coming a little faster, matching the harshness of his.

“No wonder you were desperate for me,” he murmured on a chuckle, before giving you a long, heated kiss. When his tongue licked into your mouth, you swore you could feel it between your thighs, your core heating with desire all over again. 

“Y’know,” Bucky began when he pulled away, the corners of his mouth curving in an impish smirk. “You say the damndest things when you’re desperate.”

“Hmm?” you asked, burying your face beneath Bucky’s jaw and nuzzling into his stubbled skin. He smelled like leather and musk, and you breathed deeply, letting his comforting scent fill your head with fluffy clouds of bliss. 

All memories of what you’d said in the heat of the moment got lost in those clouds, but Bucky was determined to remind you. 

He shifted his big body out from between your thighs, quietly shushing the soft whine you let out by petting his warm palm over your belly and slipping it between your thighs. His fingers gently stroked the folds of your puffy pussy. 

“You said something about me shoving my fist in your pussy,” Bucky said gruffly, gliding the tips of his fingers through your wetness. He gathered his come, which had been dripping down to your ass, and gently pressed it back into your hole with three fingers, while the other two teased your entrance. “What did ya mean by that, little one?” 

“B-Bucky, oh m’god,” you stammered breathlessly, eyes flying open and finding Bucky’s darkened blue gaze fixed firmly on your face while he slowly, torturously withdrew his fingers and pushed them back inside as deep as they’d go. “You know what I meant,” you forced out, gasping when Bucky’s little finger slipped into your pussy to join the others.

Hovering above you, Bucky’s mouth was curved into a devious, delicious smirk, which only deepened when he took note of the delight and excitement dancing across your face. You were certain he could see the eagerness deep in your gaze, and it made his smile turn wolfish. 

“You want my fist, little one?” 

Bucky’s voice was sweet as he asked you one of the filthiest, most debauched questioned you’d ever heard him utter. His gentle tone contrasted with his obscene words and the slick sound of his fingers working your drenched pussy. You could feel yourself clench around him, your body greedily sucking him deeper. 

A pleased grin stole across Bucky’s handsome face. “Since I’ve been gone, I’ve only had my fist to fuck,” he rumbled, thumb teasing the edge of your hole while he fucked you with four fingers. “Now that I’m home, you want that for yourself, huh?” His eyes flashed with something even dirtier and more perverted. “Should we see if I can fit both my fist and my cock inside you?”

Your hips jerked reflexively at Bucky’s question, pressing down on his fingers and taking them deeper, your inner walls pulsing with a desperation to be filled. Your answer tumbled past your lips with a reckless desire you only felt safe enough with Bucky to indulge.

“Yes—god, yes, Bucky, give it to me, please, gimme your fist and your cock. I want to be stuffed so full of you, I’ll feel you for days.”

“That’s my girl,” Bucky growled, beginning to push his thumb into your warm, dripping hole. 

For a second, your mind whited out, but then your fingers were wrapping around his wrist and you were tugging him to a stop. He caught your gaze, a concerned frown on his lips. There was a question in his eyes as you shook your head.

“I want the other fist, Bucky—the metal one. Please,” you begged in a soft, pleading voice. You weren’t sure if he’d grant your request, but you held your breath, hoping. 

Bucky looked stunned for a moment, his features slack with surprise. But then a grin was curving the edges of his mouth and his vibranium hand was wrapping around the back of your neck, hauling you up from the bed for a searing, soul-consuming kiss. 

When he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless, he gave you only a moment to gasp for air before he was shoving his warm fingers, dripping with your desire, past your lips. Bucky ordered you to clean them, his gaze going inky dark as he watched. 

Once you were done, drool coating your chin after he’d fucked your mouth with his fingers, Bucky stood and made quick work of removing his clothes—leaving his dress shirt, ruined pants and all the rest in a pile on the floor. 

Before rejoining you in the bed, Bucky grabbed a bottle of lube from where you’d left it on the bedside table, and he settled between your thighs. Skimming his hands lovingly along your thighs, he shifted you into the position he wanted, your back flat on the bed, knees hiked up and spread wide, putting your pussy on display. 

“God, I missed this,” he murmured distractedly, his black and gold metal fingers delicately tracing the puffy lips of your pussy. His eyes were fixed on your swollen folds, reverence etched into his expression. 

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle, a little breathlessly. “You missed my pussy that bad, huh?” Your voice was husky from your earlier screaming, and it seemed to draw Bucky from the trance he’d fallen into.

A rakish smile pulled across his handsome face, making your heart flip in your chest. “No, baby, I missed being with you, I missed trying something new with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the earnestness in Bucky’s low rumble, and the intensity in his blue eyes. Emotion flooded your chest and you knew it was written all over your face by the way a fire lit within his gaze. 

You reached for him, but he was already leaning down and pressing a kiss to your pouty mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips in a teasing lick.

He kissed you slowly, like you had all the time in the world, and didn’t move away until you were squirming and whimpering into his mouth with need. Then, Bucky sat back on his haunches between your thighs and popped the top on the bottle of lub. 

Bucky was thorough as he coated his metal hand generously in lube—all while muttering to himself about how he hoped it didn’t fuck up the machinery because he didn’t want to explain this to the Wakandans. But you reminded him it was water-based lube and if he could swim, it would be fine. 

That comment had earned you a raised eyebrow and a wry smirk, and you’d stifled a giggle behind your palms, excitement dancing in your eyes as you watched Bucky prepare himself. 

When he decided he was ready, he asked you again if you were sure, and you nodded eagerly, telling him again you wanted this—you wanted him to fuck you with his metal fist.

It took longer than you would’ve expected for Bucky to work you open, especially since you’d thought you’d been close enough to taking his other fist earlier. But the unrelenting metal of Bucky’s hand, and his determination to make sure he didn’t hurt you meant it was a slow process.

Then, when he finally pushed the widest part of his hand inside your pussy, the rest slid in all at once, a sharp cry springing from your lips as you were suddenly so full. It was such a strange sensation, to have Bucky’s hand buried deep in your cunt, but, you realized with stunning clarity, it felt good. 

Bucky had gone deathly still when you’d cried out, as if he hadn’t known how to interpret the sound, whether it was pain or pleasure. But when you relaxed, softening around his wrist and hand, he let out heavy exhale, like he’d been holding his breath. 

“Are ya alright, little one?” Bucky asked softly, catching your knee in his warm hand and pressing a kiss to the inside. 

Your thighs were quivering under the onslaught of pleasure rippling out from the center of your body, where you were impaled on Bucky’s fist, his knuckles pressing against your sensitive inner walls and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You felt like your entire body was throbbing, and one move would make the pleasure detonate inside you. 

“Uh hmm,” you murmured, nodding your head distractedly as you basked in the sensations flooding your body. Your arms and legs were trembling, the feeling of having something so large and unyielding inside you, stretching you, unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And you loved it. 

Wiggling your hips experimentally, you felt Bucky’s metal fist shift infinitesimally inside you. His fingertips brushed against a spot that had you gasping, your body clenching down hard on his hand, before the sound devolved into an obscene, debauched moan. 

Your eyes fluttered open with effort, and you sought Bucky, finding him partly hovering above you, watching your face like it was a wondrous thing. He was smiling down at you, his expression half fond, half feral. 

“You’re so fucking filthy, little one—you’re taking my whole fist like such a filthy, perfect slut,” Bucky rumbled, shifting up the bed to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

The movement had him moving inside you, and you cried out, hips writhing as your body sough friction to add to the pleasure of being so full. Bucky swallowed the sound with a groan of his own, pulling his hand free before shoving it in again, a little rougher. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, baby,” Bucky said in between kisses. Then he sat back and watched his hand disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re taking my fist so well, such a good fucking girl.”

“Bucky, please,” you cried, rolling your hips up off the bed to fuck yourself on his hand. You looked at him, desperation in your eyes, fingers clawing at the blankets of the bed. Your voice was raspy and raw as you begged, “I need more, please!”

The grin that pulled across Bucky’s face was so feral and hungry, it would’ve stolen the breath from your lungs if you had any to spare. He held your gaze while he fucked you with his fist—going slow at first, then increasing the speed of his hand plunging into your cunt until you were a crying, quivering mess. 

And still, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. All because Bucky wouldn’t touch your clit. 

He wouldn’t let you go near it either, batting your hands away whenever your fingers fumbled for the aching bud. You would’ve sobbed your frustration, but the pleasure pounding through your body was too much to voice the words to beg him to make you come.

“Ready for more, little one?” Bucky asked when you were teetering on the edge of your release again, unable to tumble over without the stimulation to your clit.

There was a growing wet spot beneath your body, and your thighs were practically drenched in your desire. Near-constant tremors were shuddering through your body, leaving you helpless and shaking beneath Bucky’s bigger body. It wasn’t until Bucky repeated his question, that you even understood his words. 

When you nodded, Bucky tutted. “Gonna need words, baby, d’you want more or d’you want to come like this, on my fist?”

Deep in your mind, you knew there was only one answer to give. Once Bucky had put it in your head that you could have his cock and his fist inside you—that you could be so full of him—it was the only thing you’d wanted. You wanted all of him. 

He was finally home, after being gone for so long, and you wanted to be connected to him in every way possible. If it had been possible to physically fuse yourselves together more permanently, in that moment you would’ve begged for it.

Your answer to Bucky’s question was wrenched from your throat like a divine supplication. “More!”

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Bucky moved as quickly as he could, shifting onto his knees and getting into position between your thighs. Slowly, he worked his cock into your body alongside his hand, stretching you so much you felt a tiny twinge of pain, but it was quickly replaced by blinding pleasure. 

The noises leaving your mouth were unintelligible, a babbling litany of Bucky’s name, moans of pleasure and sobs of “please, please, please,” even if you didn’t fully know what you were begging him for. It all mixed with the wet sounds of Bucky fucking you, pumping into your slick, swollen cunt while his fist remained buried deep.

“Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” Bucky muttered somewhere above you. 

It was the only warning before the thumb of his warm hand found your clit and he rubbed it, hard and fast. The second he touched your aching bud, you knew you were done for. There was nothing stopping you from tumbling off the ledge and falling into endless pleasure.

Your release burned through you like a streak of lightning, pleasure so blinding it blurred the edge of pain, filling your body and mind with so much sensation, you hung suspended in time. For a long moment, all you could do was feel—the zinging pleasure of your release, and the place where you and Bucky were connected. 

Then you crashed back into your body, and sucked in a breath. Blackness receded from the edges of your vision and you caught sight of Bucky just in time to watch him succumb to his own pleasure, his jaw gritting with a groan as his cock throbbed inside you. 

Your pussy was still pulsing, greedily sucking Bucky’s come deeper into your body, when he slipped his softening cock from your hole. He was even more gentle as he eased his hand from your pussy than he’d been when he’d worked it inside you. 

After he finally pulled free, you huffed a little sigh of relief and, at Bucky’s murmured encouragement, gave in to the exhaustion weighing you down. 

You remembered flashes of Bucky cleaning you up, tucking you into an armchair while he changed the sheets, putting his arm in the dishwasher before padding back to bed and slipping beneath the blankets. You remembered him tucking you in against his chest, his body finally settling in with yours.

Then, there was nothing but blissful, restful sleep…

“Can’t believe you feel so tight after taking my fist and my cock last night, little one,” Bucky growled as he fucked up into you while you lay across his chest, your aching nipples rubbing teasingly against the hair dusted across his pecs. 

With just one arm, Bucky had you pinned to his body, your face buried in the scruff of his jaw while he bounced you on his cock and you mewled pitiful sounds of helpless pleasure. It was too much, too good, stealing the words “please” and “more” from your lips. 

“Can’t believe you still wanted me to fuck this puffy pussy after all I gave you last night—such a greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled, his tone drenched in delicious teasing that had your cunt squeezing around his cock. 

You were overwhelmed by the feeling of Bucky pounding into your thoroughly used hole, the ache of soreness in your core only making the pleasure feel all the more exquisite. You wanted all of it, the pleasure and the pain. You wanted it all as a reminder of Bucky when he was gone for who knew how long.

Bucky seemed to sense your desperation and need, and he tightened his arm around your lower back, anchoring you to his body while he slowed down his pace. His strokes turned long and deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every upward thrust of his hips, making you clench tight around him and moan in his ear.

“Ya like that, little one? Ya like feeling my cock deep in your cunt—where my fist was last night?” he murmured teasingly, his mouth dragging over the apple of your cheek. It wasn’t quite a kiss, since you could feel the self-satisfied smirk on his lips. 

“Yesss,” you answered on another moan, your hands diving into Bucky’s hair at the back of his head and clinging to him. Your thighs were shaking, your body boneless with exhaustion as you lay across his chest, all you could focus on was staying on top of him while he bounced you on his cock.

Bucky’s heavy arm was braced around your lower back like an immovable force, ensuring you couldn’t move even if you’d had the energy to. 

All you could do was lay there and take him, your tits crushed to his chest, your body pressed into the layer of softness padding his hard muscles. So much of your warm skin was touching his and it drove you wild.

“Want more, Bucky—want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll be feeling you for days,” you whispered, soft, pleading cries rising in your throat and slipping from your lips. “Can’t get enough of you, can never get enough.”

“Fuck—that’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled, so much warmth in his voice you swore you could feel it. Then he picked up his pace again, fucking you hard and fast. 

It was exactly what you needed. Lifting your head, you let him see the pleasure contort your face, your eyes screwing shut and your mouth dropping open as sounds of pleasure spilled from you unbidden. 

He was driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you had no doubt he could feel your puffy pussy fluttering around his cock, your moans and mewls becoming more desperate.

“Come for me, little one,” Bucky growled, capturing your mouth so he could kiss you breathless. “Want to remember the feeling of you coming on my cock while I’m gone—want to dream about coming home to you.” 

His hand slid to your lower back and he pushed your hips down so your legs spread wider, allowing his cock to sink even deeper into your pussy. You could feel him everywhere, from where he throbbed inside you to where your lips brushed as you both gasped for air. 

You whined into Bucky’s mouth, your fingers clinging to the edges of his jaw, while he rocked your hips together. The base of his cock was grinding against your puffy clit, sending zinging sparks and delicious tingles through your entire body.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you cried, his movements pushing you over the edge. Your body pulled taut for one breathless moment, like it was holding all the pleasure inside, and then all you felt was an explosion of euphoric sensation. 

A long, loud moan fell from your lips, and Bucky’s hand skimmed up your spine to wrap around the back of your neck, holding your mouth against his while he drowned in the sounds of your pleasure.

Moments later, he grunted, his cock twitching inside you as he came right after you. He buried himself to the root, spilling his seed deep in your cunt, some of it leaking out around his shaft and making a mess of your thighs.

Your bodies writhed together, basking in the pleasure for long, luxurious moments. The desperate, needy kisses of your releases turned sweet and playful, taking on a sleepy edge. 

Exhaustion was tugging at the corners of your mind again, urging you to slip back into the comfortable embrace of sleep, but you fought it. You didn’t want Bucky to leave while you were asleep. You wanted to be with him until the last possible second before he had to leave.

“My sweet, greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled when your mouths broke apart, a smile in his voice. But you pouted about the end of the kiss, and nipped at his lower lip, dragging him in for another. 

It was a long while before you allowed Bucky to extricate himself from you—long enough that you both knew he was going to be late, but neither of you mentioned it. 

Before he got up, Bucky rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, staring down at you like he was committing the sight to memory. The sheets were tangled around your body, and you were mussed from sleep and sex, but he looked at you like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and your heart warmed in your chest.

Bucky ducked his head for one last kiss, murmuring, “Rest, little one,” before he stood from the bed and trudged to the bathroom. 

You turned your face into his pillow and muffled a sigh of disappointment. You knew he had to leave, you’d just hoped he’d get a couple days off after being gone on such a long trip to Brooklyn. 

Without Bucky beside you, you fell into a light sleep, lulled by the sound of the shower running and the muffled noises of him getting dressed. It was only when he left the bedroom and headed into the kitchen that you roused, a frown marring your face with the knowledge he’d be leaving soon.

Wrapping the sheet around your body, you dragged yourself out of bed, wincing slightly at the sting between your thighs. You knew you’d have to take it easy for the rest of the day, but it was worth it to have a reminder of Bucky nestled deep in your body, especially as his come dripped down your thighs. 

You took a moment to clean up a little in the bathroom, then padded out to the kitchen. You paused, watching Bucky pull his vibranium arm from the dishwasher, a naughty smirk tugging at your lips as memories of the night before flitted across your mind again.

“You should be in bed, little one,” Bucky grumbled, fitting his arm into the socket and snapping it into place. A grimace passed over his features, and your feet were moving before you even knew what you were doing.

Moving around the kitchen island, you pressed yourself against Bucky’s back, brushing butterfly kisses to his skin between the edge of his undershirt and the socket for his arm. Your hands looped around his front, fingers digging lightly into the softness around his waist that you loved so much.

“How long will you be gone this time?” you asked in between kisses, ignoring his complaint about you getting out of bed. 

Bucky braced his hands against the edge of the counter, letting out a sigh. You could feel his body relaxing, tension draining from his muscles the more you kissed his bare skin. So you kept it up, brushing your lips against the back of his neck beneath his slicked-back hair.

“Just a few days,” he muttered. His warm hand moved from the counter, laying over yours on his stomach and squeezing lightly. “I don’t like being gone so much.”

“I don’t like it either,” you whispered into his shoulder blade. “Even if the sex when you get back is phenomenal,” you added, trying to lighten the mood. 

A chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest, but it sounded forced and you hugged him tighter. 

“How about you take some vacation time after this trip,” you suggested in between more kisses to his shoulder. “We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just stay in bed the whole time.”

“If that’s what it takes to make sure you get the rest you need,” Bucky began, turning in your hold and wrapping his arms around your waist, hauling you against his chest. “Then it’s a plan.” 

There was a ghost of a smirk on his face and you leaned in to kiss the corner of it. You felt his mouth curve deeper against your lips, which was your only warning before, in the next moment, he stooped down and grabbed you around your waist, tossing you over his shoulder. 

You screeched in surprise and kicked your legs until Bucky’s metal arm banded around the backs of your thighs, pinning you to him—bedsheet and all—while he carried you back to the bedroom. There, he tossed you down on the bed and pointed a finger at you.

“Stay, and rest, little one,” he commanded sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Fine,” you pouted as you sat up, letting the sheet fall open and giving Bucky an eyeful of your naked body. You crossed your arms under your tits, pushing them up for good measure. “But when you get home, you’re burying your cock in me and not moving until I say so.”

Bucky shook his head a little exasperatedly, but there was an affectionate smile on his face when he bent down and grabbed your chin tight. He gave you one last kiss. “Greedy, insatiable girl,” he growled against your lips.

“Your greedy, insatiable girl,” you shot back with a sweet smile. “And it’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you, you’re just so wonderful.” 

The teasing in your tone made Bucky chuckle and he pressed one final kiss to your lips before pulling away. You watched him walk out of the room with a sad smile on your face, holding tight to the lingering feeling of him between your thighs to get you through the next few days while he was gone.

True to his word, Bucky Barnes returned home a few days later, his congressional office well aware he was taking a two-week vacation, during which he was not to be interrupted. 

In those two weeks, you spent all your time together. Some of it was spent resting in bed or on the couch, some of it was spent going out for food, or cooking in the kitchen together. 

But most of Bucky’s time off was spent with his cock—or his fingers, or his fist—buried deep inside your body. You both craved being connected as much as possible, and with nowhere to go, there was no reason not to indulge yourselves.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, and for once, you didn’t have to worry. You could just enjoy it. You could just enjoy everything about being with Bucky Barnes. So that’s what you did.

[alfheimr]

My Favorite Cheap Art Trick: Gradient Maps and Blending Modes

i get questions on occasion regarding my coloring process, so i thought i would do a bit of a write up on my "secret technique." i don't think it really is that much of a secret, but i hope it can be helpful to someone. to that end:

this is one of my favorite tags ive ever gotten on my art. i think of it often. the pieces in question are all monochrome - sort of.

the left version is the final version, the right version is technically the original. in the final version, to me, the blues are pretty stark, while the greens and magentas are less so. there is some color theory thing going on here that i dont have a good cerebral understanding of and i wont pretend otherwise. i think i watched a youtube video on it once but it went in one ear and out the other. i just pick whatever colors look nicest based on whatever vibe im going for.

this one is more subtle, i think. can you tell the difference? there's nothing wrong with 100% greyscale art, but i like the depth that adding just a hint of color can bring.

i'll note that the examples i'll be using in this post all began as purely greyscale, but this is a process i use for just about every piece of art i make, including the full color ones. i'll use the recent mithrun art i made to demonstrate. additionally, i use clip studio paint, but the general concept should be transferable to other art programs.

for fun let's just start with Making The Picture. i've been thinking of making this writeup for a while and had it in mind while drawing this piece. beyond that, i didn't really have much of a plan for this outside of "mithrun looks down and hair goes woosh." i also really like all of the vertical lines in the canary uniform so i wanted to include those too but like. gone a little hog wild. that is the extent of my "concept." i do not remember why i had the thought of integrating a shattered mirror type of theme. i think i wanted to distract a bit from the awkward pose and cover it up some LOL but anyway. this lack of planning or thought will come into play later.

note 1: the textured marker brush i specifically use is the "bordered light marker" from daub. it is one of my favorite brushes in the history of forever and the daub mega brush pack is one of the best purchases ive ever made. highly recommend!!!

note 2: "what do you mean by exclusion and difference?" they are layer blending modes and not important to the overall lesson of this post but for transparency i wanted to say how i got these "effects." anyway!

with the background figured out, this is the point at which i generally merge all of my layers, duplicate said merged layer, and Then i begin experimenting with gradient maps. what are gradient maps?

the basic gist is that gradient maps replace the colors of an image based on their value.

so, with this particular gradient map, black will be replaced with that orangey red tone, white will be replaced with the seafoamy green tone, etc. this particular gradient map i'm using as an example is very bright and saturated, but the colors can be literally anything.

these two sets are the ones i use most. they can be downloaded for free here and here if you have csp. there are many gradient map sets out there. and you can make your own!

you can apply a gradient map directly onto a specific layer in csp by going to edit>tonal correction>gradient map. to apply one indirectly, you can use a correction layer through layer>new correction layer>gradient map. honestly, correction layers are probably the better way to go, because you can adjust your gradient map whenever you want after creating the layer, whereas if you directly apply a gradient map to a layer thats like. it. it's done. if you want to make changes to the applied gradient map, you have to undo it and then reapply it. i don't use correction layers because i am old and stuck in my ways, but it's good to know what your options are.

this is what a correction layer looks like. it sits on top and applies the gradient map to the layers underneath it, so you can also change the layers beneath however and whenever you want. you can adjust the gradient map by double clicking the layer. there are also correction layers for tone curves, brightness/contrast, etc. many such useful things in this program.

let's see how mithrun looks when we apply that first gradient map we looked at.

gadzooks. apologies for eyestrain. we have turned mithrun into a neon hellscape, which might work for some pieces, but not this one. we can fix that by changing the layer blending mode, aka this laundry list of words:

some of them are self explanatory, like darken and lighten, while some of them i genuinely don't understand how they are meant to work and couldn't explain them to you, even if i do use them. i'm sure someone out there has written out an explanation for each and every one of them, but i've learned primarily by clicking on them to see what they do.

for the topic of this post, the blending mode of interest is soft light. so let's take hotline miamithrun and change the layer blending mode to soft light.

here it is at 100% opacity. this is the point at which i'd like to explain why i like using textured brushes so much - it makes it very easy to get subtle color variation when i use this Secret Technique. look at the striation in the upper right background! so tasty. however, to me, these colors are still a bit "much." so let's lower the opacity.

i think thats a lot nicer to look at, personally, but i dont really like these colors together. how about we try some other ones?

i like both of these a lot more. the palettes give the piece different vibes, at which point i have to ask myself: What Are The Vibes, Actually? well, to be honest i didn't really have a great answer because again, i didn't plan this out very much at all. however. i knew in my heart that there was too much color contrast going on and it was detracting from the two other contrasts in here: the light and dark values and the sharp and soft shapes. i wanted mithrun's head to be the main focal point. for a different illustration, colors like this might work great, but this is not that hypothetical illustration, so let's bring the opacity down again.

yippee!! that's getting closer to what my heart wants. for fun, let's see what this looks like if we change the blending mode to color.

i do like how these look but in the end they do not align with my heart. oh well. fun to experiment with though! good to keep in mind for a different piece, maybe! i often change blending modes just to see what happens, and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. i very much cannot stress enough that much of my artistic process is clicking buttons i only sort of understand. for fun.

i ended up choosing the gradient map on the right because i liked that it was close to the actual canary uniform colors (sorta). it's at an even lower opacity though because there was Still too much color for my dear heart.

the actual process for this looks like me setting my merged layer to soft light at around 20% opacity and then clicking every single gradient map in my collection and seeing which one Works. sometimes i will do this multiple times and have multiple soft light and/or color layers combined.

typically at this point i merge everything again and do minor contrast adjustments using tone curves, which is another tool i find very fun to play around with. then for this piece in particular i did some finishing touches and decided that the white border was distracting so i cropped it. and then it's done!!! yay!!!!!

this process is a very simple and "fast" way to add more depth and visual interest to a piece without being overbearing. well, it's fast if you aren't indecisive like me, or if you are better at planning.

let's do another comparison. personally i feel that the hint of color on the left version makes mithrun look just a bit more unwell (this is a positive thing) and it makes the contrast on his arm a lot more pleasing to look at. someone who understands color theory better than i do might have more to say on the specifics, but that's honestly all i got.

just dont look at my layers too hard. ok?

[holycowboytiger]

Poly!141 x Hacker!Reader

Now now now- hear me out..... add a twist ...

GN!Reader

(Autistic!Reader anyone?)

CW: NSFW, Reader sees TF141..doing the sideways tango, Reader is not as harmless as they seem, mentions of murder, canon violence,

You work on base as one of the ''pencil pushers'' one of the useless tech drones who are constantly overlooked despite putting in hours upon hours of overtime to avoid people stealing and potentially selling military trade secrets and keeping classified files classified and only within the contents of the licensed computers.

You keep to yourself, most of the tech drones aren't known for being the most social, but even by their standards you're a shut in, alot of them find you off-putting,, and awkward to make conversation with, but that's ok! you like working alone, by yourself, in your own space.,.. and truth is you hate the majority of the people you work with anyway.

Most of your co-workers absolutely adore the 141, would lick the dirt off their boots of they asked, they're seen as heros, and you're just about done with most of the men you work with claiming they could've joined that taskforce if they didn't break their knee when they were 15, you're actually two seconds from breaking their neck.... but you have to keep yourself in check...

''You don't believe me?''

''You take 25 minutes to recover from walking up two flights of stairs Peter, so I think you should focus on what you're barely good at, which is this job.''

''Woah.. ok damn''

You could care less for the group, were they impressive? yes, from the missions and files that you have access to, their stats and skills were something to gawk at, something to admire, but, the admiration slowly fades when the one by the name of Soap brings his disgusting laptop with sticky keys to you, claiming it has a virus talking about about ''the Russians hacking it''

''I- dinnae mean ta bother- its just been- freak'n out on me and i dinnae know what's happenin with it- d'ya think it's the Russians?''

''erm.... I don't think so..''

The admiration completely disappears when you dig deeper into the laptop and find the various porn sites your dear ''Hero'' Soap had been spending hours on, not to judge, everyone enjoys a bit of porn from time to time, but the fact that its on an actual tactical laptop, military property, that you now have to see, and you now have to confront what the soldier was into.

From ''Masked Military Men'' to ''Office Secretary'' ''Military Captain Punishe- you get the fucking gist. AND! the list goes on, youre pretty sure that the entire taskforce is fucking by the end of your sweep,,,, and it only confirms it when you discover a file that was taking up far too much space.

Soap had actually been complaining about the device running slow too, so you decided to take a look, before deleting the file, incase it was something important...

Jesus fucking christ you should not have, you actually should've thrown the computer at his head when he brought it to you, you should've actually just never signed up for this job and kept with your previous one,,, even if it was quite,,,, dangerous

The file contained 100s and 100s of videos of the 141... together... getting it on..doing the sideways tango? fornicatin- ok they were fucking. They were fucking RAW and NASTY, and you're so sure one of the videos contained a leash, ears, muzzle and a tail, but you clicked off before you ruin your eyes any further.

Now now- before the reader starts squinting, you weren't judging the taskforce for getting it on with eachother, frankly it was none of your business, you weren't disgusted, just,, uncomfortable, you've never met these men- properly, yet you've seen their dick and balls.... you're allowed to feel a little weird, that and- Soap had trusted you to remove a virus, not go snooping into his computer files, you felt as if you had overstepped, even if he was a shameless sex fiend by the amount of porn he consumed- you still felt as if you'd pushed into his laptop too far,, now,, what to do,,,

Do you: A: Let him know that you have seen the videos of him and his taskforce, and apologise to all hell and hopes he doesn't murder you,, or worse- report you to HR....is there a HR in the military...? B: Remind him that this is military property and should not be treated as a personal possession, kind of hinting at the fact that you saw.. something.....?

or C: Pretend you saw nothing and give the device back to him, and just hope and pray you never see him walking around again,, maybe pray that you never see his taskforce wondering the building,, you cannot look them all in the face knowing that you've seen them,,, in their birthday suits lets just say.

....SO- we all agree on C? Good because that's what you end up doing

You find Soap the next day, shove the computer into his hands and hope to god he never needs your help again.

He thanks you, but not before you scurry away to your cave (desk) and hope he doesn't remember where it is.

''Soap-.. Laptop.''

'Ye fixed it!? Thank fuck- it wasn't-''

''No Russians.''

''ahhh, whateve'r it was, thank ye mate''

''mhm.....welcome''

Now, to clear something up, your perception of him isn't ruined by some porn you found on his laptop, for fucks sake you had castrated a man before- oh.......uhhh,,, i mean,,,,,, you've,,, youv'e seen worse.... dark web stuff...Yeah!!! Dark web stuff!

ANYWAY. You didn't judge him, truly, he was still an ok dude, you just never had a taste for the taskforce, never really shared the weird admiration others had for them, and now with , it would just be weird if you adored them as much...

You hoped he didn't take your cold shoulder to heart, and hoped that some of your coworkers would sooner label you as a weirdo introvert so he doesn't take too much offense at your avoidance of him.

You felt a little guilty everytime you saw his smile drop when you didn't wave back at him, or nod at him when he walked past, but- your awkwardness was not enough to deter him, the man was like a damned puppy, he was just too friendly, he just wanted to see you smile at him once..

SO- what did you resort to? Being rude and standoffish,, and no you weren't proud of yourself, from the death glares to the snappiness when he greeted you, his friendly nature slowly faded as he realised day by day that you were NOT going to be his friend, in another life you may have gotten along, maybe you'd have the courage to actually tell him about what you found....

''Aye! Yo! Bon! How're-''

''I'm busy.''

'oh,,,uh- sorr-''

''its fine just,, quit botherin me''

But with your past and the weird barrier you had put infront of the taskforce, you stayed away, pushed him away..

you needed to keep him away, the closer he got, the more danger you could be in,, you could be exposed,,,, or were you just paranoid? being a murde- UHHH doing SOMETHING not so legal will make you that way...

The more upset Soap was, the more eyes you could feel drilling into the back of your skull.. 141 did not take kindly to you being so.... hostile towards their,,, teammate? boyfriend????? LOVER?? HUSBAN-ok lets not get too ahead of ourselves.

But you just couldn't face them ... you saw their penises,,,,,,, yeah no you cant.

From the glares to ''accidentally'' bumping you in the halls and your lunch going missing, you had started a petty office war with the taskforce,, which was hilarious because,,,, these are trained military men- bullying(?) you in work because you made their boyfriend sad.

he even thought they were being a little.. much

''Don't ye think yer being,,, alot?''

''Nah,,, they were being a bitch.''

''ah....''

Admiration for the men? They'd be lucky if you even had a good word to say about them fucking childishimmatureassholeswhoarefuckingeacotherfuckingbitchesughyouhatethemsomuch

Ok calm down you're lowkey going crazy... you are kind of insane, but PLEASE lets try to function like a normal person and ignore these fully grown men acting like school girls... lets focus on your job!!! Please before you go back to your previous one..... for the love of god please stay focused

You do not need friends in here, you need to make sure that people aren't stealing military data, you don't need the taskforce to appreciate the work you do, you don't need to make friends in your workplace, you don't need to eat your lunch with people or stand by the water cooler and gossip you don't need your coworkers to invite you out for drinks at the weekend

You're fully booked,,,, and by fully booked I mean you either have an ,,,,, ''target'' or you're going to rot away at home, bottle in hand while you find dirt on everyone in your personal life for shits and giggles, hey! Peter is cheating on his wife!.... if he pisses you off you should call her- .....maybe- or you could use it when you needed it.

As time went on, 141 slowly got bored of inconveniencing you, thinking you got the memo,, they still didn't like you,, and still glare at you- but hey! your lunch is still where you put it!

The whole ordeal is over, I mean, you're a little more hated in the office than you once were but, that means less people bothering you, and less people in your personal space trying to get you to ''open up''

You are officially alone, you dodged the bullet that is soaps friendship and you can just.. relax... until you realise the sites that your not friend has visited, and you slowly figure with at the rate he consumes porn he will find himself with another virus in his laptop... and he's going to go to one of your coworkers and ask them to fix it since you have proven to not be up for the task again...

Theyre gonna see,,,, oh- oh no the files, the videos,,, the search history-

''aye- Peter-- ' think there's somethin' wrong with me laptop''

oh fuck.

[mullermilkshake]

Realisation is a fucking eyesore

Part 20 <- Part 21 -> Part 22

The aftermath is excruciating. Jinwoo gets your true perspective.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Pregnant!reader Tags - Mentions of potential self harm, Yandere thoughts/behaviours, Mental health, Body horror (eyes)

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“How could he not have known she was in there?”

Jong-in was a fucking idiot.

“He was embarrassed when he got here.” You defended him. “He said he looked here already, three times and called, then he saw all the missed calls from his phone. Just the wrong place, wrong time.”

Were you still punishing Jinwoo for the way he behaved? Sure he did something he never should have done to you, but you were incredibly forgiving of Jong-in's behaviour. And that was fucked up.

“I guess… but if it were me, I would have found you immediately.”

You nodded, rubbing your arms for warmth over your little jacket. “I know that, but Jong-in isn’t you, he doesn’t have your resources. I wouldn’t give him too much of a hard time. Hae-in’s back with him, and safe. That’s all that matters right now. But what I’m concerned about is what’s going on in that place. That’s what we should be thinking about.”

Jinwoo slipped his jacket off to settle over your shoulders, he listened out for your quiet ‘thank you’. He was suspicious of why you had changed your tune so suddenly. You were worried about getting Hae-in out, yes. But the overall subject came across as moot from you, Jinwoo couldn’t understand it.

As much as he was happy you didn’t cause issues, he was expecting more of a fight or disruption. Had your will and independence melted into the pavement in the ten minutes he was gone? Or perhaps Jong-in said something to you while Jinwoo was away?

Jinwoo could just imagine a big, grand gesture at your feet, Jong-in only coming because you called him and had nothing to do with Hae-in. No… you weren’t dense to it, even if you were oblivious to the way Jong-in felt towards you. After everything you said to him in the apartment, you wouldn’t bend to outside influences so easily.

“What do you think is going on?” Jinwoo took your hand like a lifeline.

“I-I don’t know…” You said. “The whole thing is odd, hearing her so frantic, so sure that this is what’s going on. I don’t know what to believe. What did the doctor say?”

“She was pretty sure that Hae-in wanted to hurt herself. That’s the gist of it anyway.”

“Fucking hell… You don’t think she would have, right?” Was that all you would say on the matter?

“To be honest, I’m not sure.” Jinwoo decided to take a different approach “She was really distressed. It was a bit strange though, right? I’ve never seen Hae-in like that.”

“I know, it’s taken a moment to process it, I just wanted her out of there. After having time to think about it, I definitely won’t be going back inside that place… sorry I freaked out.”

“It’s alright, just take a step back and remember that you’re pregnant. You can’t go stressing yourself like that.”

Something wasn’t right.

“I know. I wasn’t thinking… it’s just seeing her like that- I want to blame baby brain, but I can’t, can I?”

What the hell was going on with you? “You’re incredibly blase about this.”

You slowed for a second, wide eyed in his jacket where the cuffs dangled past your fingers. “I’m not-“

“You are. If anything that Hae-in said was true, we have a bigger problem on our hands. Our babies could be at risk and you’re acting like we just went out for coffee or something, what’s wrong?”

“No, Jinwoo, it’s not like that. Please don't-“

“Then what is it?”

“If I think about what she said, and it turns out to be true, I can’t bear it!” You halted in the middle of the pathway, ripping your hand from his in a fit of defiance. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this while also trying to be strong for Hae-in, then you yank me out of there and make what is already a terrifying thought closer to reality! I’m terrified already, Jinwoo, I don’t need another thing on my plate right now…” You sniffled into his jacket in an attempt to hide yourself. “As soon as I heard those words, my heart broke, but if I’m supposed to become a mom, then how can I panic in front of the babies? They feel everything I do, I can’t hide any of it!”

The mana spike coming from you pulsed the strongest it had ever done thus far in the pregnancy. Still, Jinwoo challenged you. He wanted answers.

“So you’d rather ignore it?” In hindsight, it was a dick move stressing you out just to get answers.

“No! I just need to deal with it in my own way. I- just forget about it, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wait.” Jinwoo grabbed your wrist to stop you leaving, you didn’t resist much. “Then help me to understand, because we can’t be falling apart right now. Baby please, not after all this tonight. We’re on our own and we shouldn’t be at each other's throats. The association’s left us to our own devices so we have to decide how to move forward.”

“I feel guilty. Okay? I feel guilty that I even entertained the idea of going in there. I put my trust in the institution that’s accepted us for who we are and our abilities, and they’re up to something shady. Something we can't see.”

Your eyes were wet, tearfully dripping down your shirt, you rubbed your belly like any mother-to-be would. “What if that were me in that bed and I went there willingly just like Hae-in did? What if they really want to take her baby? What if I’m next? Or there’s the next harsh possibility that Hae-in is sick and she’s seeing things. Thinking dangerous things. Is that why she’s saying they want to take her baby away? I don’t know. And it’s killing me.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty, it’s not your fault.”

“So why can’t I stop feeling guilt? Why am I trying to ignore everything I saw in there so that I might feel a little better? I’m a terrible person… A terrible person who just wants to be with you, and I wouldn’t be surprised if one day I pulled something like this and you left me-“

“I wouldn’t do that.” Jinwoo did not let go in fear you’d run away from him and he’d never catch back up. You were making leaps and bounds properly in his direction and admitting what he wanted to hear for the first time. “We’ve been through this already. Don’t say things like that. I’ll never leave you… And you’ll never be in Hae-in’s position because I’d burn the whole association down before that happened.”

Should he say it?

“I’d kill before that happened.”

Shaking your head never swayed him, you wiped away the wet from your face with the jacket sleeve. “One day you might think differently, and that thought terrifies me if I think about it.”

“I won’t- why are you thinking like that?”

Where were you going with this? Why did it sound like a break up? Jinwoo wouldn’t allow that, he couldn’t. But as he stood there watching you, his heart pushed his brain to assume the worst with something he couldn't control, even as the S-Rank he was.

“The last twenty four hours have been ridiculous. And with each second that passes, I can’t get it out of my head that we’re getting married at some point… and when I think of that, it comes over me like ocean waves, but the tide’s coming in now.”

“What does that mean?” 

This is it, she’s done with me. It’s how this goes, right? 

“It means that I’m evolving, Jinwoo.” That could mean you were finished with him. “And it’s getting to the point that I can’t think of my future where you’re not in it. God, this is crazy! My head is all over the place, but if I did things all over again, I’m convincing myself that I’d do all of this again and I can’t put a reason to it.”

“So… you’re not breaking up with me.”

“What?! No!” You pulled him into an embrace as close as you could and the babies mana fluctuations ceased. “Why would you think that?”

“I just- look, I think we tackled this wrong.”

“I wouldn’t break up with you over this.” Your eyes were glossy as though they’d tear up again at the next word. “Things are happening so fast and my emotions and feelings are constantly changing… if anything, tonight has shown me just how far you’re willing to go and how much you care for me.”

Jinwoo exhaled one long breath, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I care more than you know. Fuck- I’m so sorry for what I did, I just needed you out of there as soon as possible in case things got bad. I know I left Hae-in on her own, but here’s the ugly truth.”

He prepared to get hit in the face by the way the night had gone, but who was keeping score now?

“You are more important to me. If I had to choose between you and Hae-in, I’d choose you everytime. Everything comes as a second thought when you’re involved. That’s how much you mean to me. I didn’t forget about Hae-in, but your safety is paramount. Our babies safety is crucial.”

When it came to silence, Jinwoo just kept talking.

“I’m so sorry I shouted, and I wish I could take back how I handled the situation. I didn’t mean to hurt you, or put my hands on you. I just didn’t know what to do, and I went into autopilot.”

You did not slap him, nor shout, just gave him those beautiful doe eyes he loved so much. “Look, if it were any other situation, I would have been pretty turned on with you pulling me about like that, but please don’t do it again… That being said, I’m sorry I just buried my head in the sand and tried to deal with it on my own…”

“Baby, don’t apologise-”

“The truth is, Jinwoo… I’m really not okay. I haven’t been for a while and I think tonight just tipped me over the edge so that I shut down instead of opening up to you.” You looked down the street away from his gaze and anywhere else that wasn’t on him. “The thought of something like tonight happening to me is too real and I’m terrified all over again, it’s one vicious cycle and I don’t know how to tackle it.”

“Then we do it together. I won’t know unless you tell me everything… You can trust me, I hope you know that- like really know that.”

If you came to Jinwoo tonight after having killed someone, he’d take care of the body himself without so much as an acknowledgement that you’d even done anything illegal.

“I do... My emotions and thoughts are all over the place at the best of times. I know I shouldn’t wish it away, but I really can’t wait until I’m not pregnant anymore and the twins are here. I want to feel like me again. And with all this on top, I want- seriously, I don’t know what to think.”

Jinwoo rubbed your baby bump, secretly hoping that those S-Rank babies were good at telepathy or something, sending messages to them to try and not go so hard on their mom and calm down on the whole mana absorption thing. 

Nothing changed.

Okay, so the babies aren’t telepathic, noted. 

“Anyway… enough about all that. What are we going to do about Hae-in and Jong-in?” You linked your hand with his and continued walking back home.

As far as Jinwoo was concerned, Jong-in could kick rocks for all he cared. And Hae-in? Well, she wasn’t Jinwoo’s priority either. But now, Jong-in had a reason not to be around you with Hae-in being the way she was. While too dark to admit out loud, Jinwoo understood that this couldn’t have gone any better for him.

Jong-in was distracted, the association had knelt to Jinwoo due to the engagement, the association doctor backed off pretty quickly and seemed to understand that his threats left nothing to ambiguity.

And lastly, he was going to marry you and keep you close. At last. 

Even so, he couldn’t expressly state that to you, could he?

“I think we play it as it goes, the long game. We keep our ears to the ground and wait to see if we pick anything up. We’re halfway there and you need plenty of rest to grow our babies. So let me deal with it, yeah? I don’t want you worrying anymore, I’ll handle everything.”

“That’s a lot on your shoulders, Jinwoo.”

“Let me worry about that, just focus on yourself and stay stress free. I have a feeling that it’ll all work itself out if we let it.”

“How do we do that?”

The only thing he really could do. Sit and wait.

Jinwoo would investigate wit ha hard head if he didn’t have you and the twins to think about. If he went to far too soon, you’d see his darker side for what it was, and you’d run away from him. If he sat back too much, the association would go unchecked like a festering sore.

Things would be so much easier if I just wiped them all away out of existence. 

Jinwoo had no choice but to stick with the not-so-happy median. “If there really is something shady going on, then we let the association hang themselves with their own betrayal.”

And then Jinwoo would burn them all.

“And what if it’s all a misunderstanding?”

“Then it’ll all calm down once Hae-in is settled and Jong-in takes control of his end of things.” 

Or just gets his head out of his ass and quits talking to my fiancé, full stop. 

“And that doctor in the meantime? I still have to go to my appointments. And then there’s labour and everything else- oh my god… this is a shit show.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll deal with her. Something tells me that she won’t be an issue now. I attached a shadow to her just in case. But… it’s odd, I’m not getting anything from it, like the shadow keeps getting lost. Yet she has no mana, and I couldn't see any aura… It’s something to take into account, I’ll keep an eye on it.”

If she became an issue, Jinwoo would burn her eyes right out of the sockets.

“Really? That is odd.”

“Don’t overthink it, baby.”

“Ugh… I still can’t get over how weird this night has been. The twins are kicking like crazy, it’s making my stomach flutter.”

Jinwoo smiled, shoving away the dark stuff for just a moment. “See? They’re trying to tell you to take a deep breath and-”

Your stomach rumbled.

“No wait, I think I’m just hungry.” 

“Yeah, I think you are.”

“These cravings will be the death of me.”

And then you laughed, more like cackled in the street after the long night now behind you. Jinwoo couldn’t stifle his amusement either, his shoulders bouncing at the little slice of life amidst the darkness.

The darkness he’d make even darker if the association tried to test him further.

Part 20 <- Part 21 -> Part 22

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[zombeau]

sneak peek and excuse to introduce ethan officially

heyyy aftg friends would it be chill if i maybe posted some writing of my oc x kevin day or is that cringe?

[kroosluvr]

pleasant dreams

for as many days or years as you may have.

BAD END LONG WINTER AU ANYONE???? (crickets chirping) erm. well

anwyay i hope i scammed at least 1 person out of fluff. whistles cutely

bad end: royal trio try, struggle, and fail to rescue any of the thieves from the delusion, or find the route to the treasure. with maruki's overwhelming hold on the thieves(+confidants) and his staggering security + ability to manipulate the design of his palace at will... (<- i elaborate on this in my shsm fic that i uploaded a while back but maruki tries to psych the three of them out of navigating his palace by hacking at all the infiltration routes they try. and since its just the 3 of them it's pretty easy to block them off) akira goro and sumire do their damnedest but they come up just short

anyway TLDR they just can't crack it and it's over.

in this case, since they don't get to rescue the thieves, they spend even more time together than Usual Long Winter AU. so i feel they're even closer than usual.

on 2/2, they stay in and sleep in, idly talk about anything other than the circumstances that they're in. they waste the day away and then fall into an endless slumber.

in the first page goro & sumire look kinda discontented, but after akira breaks the ice a little, they manage to fall asleep (more) peacefully.

im not gonna lie this treads into like TOO MUCH HOPELESS ANGST for me but also i had the idea listed down in my Royal Trio Ideas List so i had to draw it..eventually... so. (flips through stack of ideas) erm. heyyyy (i also think it turned out MORE SAD when i drew it HKDJSGSKJDW when i just wrote down the idea it was like kinda just silly)

also goro is wearing akira's raglan shirt from pre-p5r!! no reason except i like it and also i want them to share clothes

"never change, goro" hehe. Smile. well he won't have to! i guess!

bc of Longlonglongwinterau sumire is more perceptive of goro and akira. i think she probably also knows the gist of yknow goro's whole past, the whole trying-to-kill-akira thing, etc.

sorry for the scam. if u were scammed.

a little more musings cont'd here

[suiana]

sorry guys i think I can't write fics anymore😢💔 there's no more creative juice in me😭🙏

lol just kidding😂😂😂 imagine being a nerd that doesn't know they're a nerd. well you don't have to imagine because you are one! haha!

and you're not those nerds that are like, smart in studies okay. well, you might be but for the sake of the plot you aren't. you're a nerd interested in other things. games, fictional characters, you get the gist.

anyway you fail a class. oopsies! your lecturer is really disappointed, flabbergasted even. how could you fail his class?

it's... a beginners class...

concerned, he requests his best student to tutor you. god, what would he do if you failed the final? his pay would be TOAST. thankfully for him, his star pupil seems more than eager to help. way too eager. a little weird but he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

enter yandere! golden boy.

star pupil, handsome face, sexy 6 pack, rich, passes all exams without studying, never suffered a day in his life, fucking perfect. literally. he was a genetically engineered baby. haha test tube baby 😂

his only flaw? he's so fucking obsessed with you that it's pathetic.

now, no one knows of it obviously. he's not dumb enough to show it to everyone. who do you think he is? he needs to keep up the reputation of being perfect you know? it really comes in handy when he needs people to... turn a blind eye to some of the things he does.

anyway, it sounds pretty normal right? the premise is simple, there's a cliche. loser and popular guy, we all know how this goes. popular guy actually loves loser for who they are and he noticed loser because of a common interest, he starts tutoring them, loser develops feelings because omg hot guy treating them like a decent person, loser falls for popular guy, they get together yada yada. and I'm going to be honest, I don't have any plot twist for this one. I'm being serious when i say my creative juices are running out.

except that doesn't happen and you don't fall for him 😂🙏 haha you thought 😜👍

why would you fall for your tutor? you've only met him once or twice before the first session. and even then, your mind is 101% on whatever weird thing you're fixating on at the moment. there's no space in your head to develop a crush on real people. especially one so out of your league?

you're a realistic person, you're not going to waste time on someone you so obviously know is going to reject you.

you know that.

you're not extraordinary. you're not hot. you're not rich. you're not good at anything, nothing at all. you're just... you. plain old you. average you.

simply you.

so what if he gives you smiles? so what if he's nice? he's not perfect for nothing. in the end, he probably would never look at you if not for the fact that he had been tasked with tutoring with you.

you know that.

because you're so painfully you. so boringly you that the most interesting thing about you is what you're interested in at the moment.

the social hierarchies are there for a reason. you're aware of them.

the rich date the rich, the beautiful stay beautiful, those in power get more powerful. and the boring...

well, they stick together.

at the bottom.

where they're destined to be. where you're destined to remain. and you're okay with it. you've come to terms with it long ago. this is reality after all. there is no marrying a rich man. the rich only marry the rich. no man will fall head over heels for some fucking loser that doesn't even bother to dress up. that's just how life is.

and unfortunately, the popular guy is not aware of such hierarchies. you know he's interested in you, somewhat. not love, definitely not. just some... sick twisted fantasy of his. oh look guys i bagged the loser and made them think i actually like them haha! gonna go break their heart now!

that's what you think at least.

popular guy here knows what he wants though. he can see it ever so clearly how much you want nothing to do with him. and he's going to have so much fun showing you the lengths he'll go to devote himself to you.

you think he's too high up for you? don't worry, he'll just fall from grace. all for you. just for you. heaven is too stuffy, maybe it'll be good to have his feet bleed a little.

you don't understand, he'll go through anything to understand the fraction of the life you're experiencing. life is hard, he knows. but does he? or is he just saying that?

does it really matter though?

you think you'd rather him just bully you at this point. the way he throws everything away like it's nothing is honestly scary. and even then, you still feel a power dynamic, a hierarchy.

he still holds all the power.

rich people never truly become poor. powerful people never truly lose all their power. the top always remain at the top. always.

just give in already. resisting him is futile. you know that, he knows that, everyone knows. so why do you continue to deny him the ultimate gift that is you?

but maybe... that's why he likes you. you're different. so similar but so different. and the chase is addictive.

like a drug he can't get enough of, you're the high he keeps seeking in his monotonous life. don't you love that? don't you want it? and it's all at the expense of him too, he's constantly degrading himself all for your attention that he barely gets. you like it, don't you?

he knows you do. which is precisely why he'll keep giving it to you.

he's the golden boy after all, and he'll continue to bleed gold for the loser that shines brightest under his care. safe where he can watch over you.

forever.

[centrally-unplanned]

Academic History YouTuber Premodernist released video recently on "State Flag" discourse, and flag discourse more wildly, that I thought was pretty good! I agreed with 50% of it. For those who don't know, there is a longstanding movement in the vexillology community to push for more simplified flag designs, and they hate the state flags of the US as their antithesis; a movement that catapulted into the internet mainstream when YouTuber CGPGrey released a video riffing on that debate and grading all the state flag designs.

That video is great by the way (it's hilarious, CGP Grey is just very talented as a performer), and the biggest thing Premodernist is wrong about is that the state flags do suck. But what he gets right is that the so-called "principles" briefly referred to in the video are themselves pretty weak; some are fine but others do not hold up to much scrutiny. The state flags largely suck for the boring reason that they just suck; they are shitty designs and often repeat each other in a domain where "standing out" is the point. Like what the fuck Montana:

This is something a 5th grader whips up in PowerPoint for a class presentation. Helvetica Bold?? "Mandated by law in 1985" yeah I didn't need Wikipedia tell me this decision dates to the 80's.

But that is boring and subjective, right? You can't just say they suck. So you had to make a theory about it - and I won't go into too much detail but it generally boils down to:

Make it simple, "something a child could draw"

Make it "distinct at a distance", since it is a flag you are supposed to see it at a distance

Three colors or fewer

No words on flags

Which I think you can get the philosophy for. These principles, which CGP Grey outlines, actually come from the work of Ted Kaye, who is a big figure in the aforementioned flag reform movement and the focus of most of the video. As part of the original CGP Grey video I just rolled with that, but I did remember him showing Utah's newly designed flag at the end which embodied these principles, and uh:

This is kind of mid? Like it doesn't suck, but it looks like a corporate redesign of a hockey team logo or something. A bit of a red flag (hah) if your front-and-center case is weak.

Anyway this is what Premodernist digs into in the video. The stuff I agreed with the most are the parts where he just ???? at some of these rules. "No finicky bits", a "child must draw it", "distinct at a distance"? None of these actually track for say this one:

A child drawing the US flag does not draw 50 stars and 13 stripes unless they are a budding librarian; you absolutely cannot tell if this flag has 50 stars on it from a distance, and that level of detail is clearly some kind of finicky. Of course your response is "okay sure but still, I can tell what the flag is from a distance, I can't count the 50 stars but I get the gist". But that is true for almost all flags!

It's a fern and a peace pipe and a brown thing and the word "Oklahoma" below it, you absolutely, 100%, will be able to tell what this flag is at a distance. You don't need to count the leaves to get the general shape, and when you think about it, it is actually kind of silly anyone would claim otherwise. There just isn't any need to appreciate the tiny details on a flag to understand whose flag it is. (the only valid critique here is that everything should be bigger - too much dead space)

Not to mention the "see from a distance" thing even being a metric. That isn't how you encounter flags most often today? Maybe in the 19th century on a battlefield that was (and even then you had battle standards), but it isn't now. You see it in textbooks, on your computer screen, as an icon for a football game team, right next to you in a government office. Why privilege distance? You just made that up as a value. 99% of "flag consumption" is not seeing it at a distance.

The "only use ~3 colors thing" is the funniest, you can just argue this with...no? No you don't. You don't. What? No. You can...you can just use more colors? Here is an example from the "manual" Ted Kaye wrote on the subject:

And the 5 bands on the chinese flag are fine! They are not "hard to look at" or whatever. Also, I am screenshotting a tiny corner of a youtube video, this image is like 240p, and I can tell its a dragon - and that isn't even the color point it is trying to make, dude just deviates off into another critique. Meanwhile the Amsterdam flag looks like a traffic warning sign. Chinese flag needs to not have the white stripe connect into the white seal background, that is an error, but otherwise I prefer it.

It is annoying how many of the state flags are a blue banners with a round seal in the middle. That does make them hard to distinguish from each other. But that isn't a problem with seal-on-blue, that is just a collective action problem! Flag-reform-favourite the tricolor can run into this too - here are the flags of the Netherlands and Luxembourg:

Like one of your needs to go home and change, that is ridiculous. Though if you had a complex seal in the middle that might avoid this problem! Funny that.

Even the "no words on a flag" argument, which I am more sympathetic to, doesn't hold up too well because too often you find yourself going "unless it is good" which just isn't a rule. The Iranian flag is the stand-out he mentions:

The middle crest is a stylized rendition of the name Allah, and the cursive lining on the tricolor bands are text as well - God Is Great, 22 times, marking the anniversary date of the Islamic Revolution. Stylistically beautiful, also words on a flag. The state flags just didn't try to do anything artistic.

I think the best point Premodernism mentions is a sort of stylistic unity Kaye & Co are pursuing above all else - everything sacrificed for corporate minimalism. Kaye's book will say it respects history and symbols should be meaningful, but then hates any symbols that require complexity. He singles out Turkmenistan as an ugly flag for example:

And as I said I only 50% disagree sometimes, I do think there is a complexity limit, and this flag goes over it, that is too detailed. Though the main reason this flag is bad is the weird choice to not put the banner at the edge, and have the crescent just...float off center? If it was this:

Two seconds in paint, already better, you can play with it. But anyway, you can say the symbols are too complex, but if you also say you care about historical meaning? Turkmenistan is a nation of traditional semi-nomadic tribes, who populated the Silk Road and made textiles as their ultimate expression of art. These carpet guls are traditional symbols used in those carpets that represent the five major tribes that compose the country. You can't just invent new symbols that have equal meaning to these, right? Like you can try if you want, sure, new symbols become meaningful all the time. But a rule that says "all art from before 1950 is tossed in the dumpster because it wouldn't pass muster as a Pepsi logo" is a weird rule to adopt if you say you value historical meaning. Turkmenistan does not have to look like France, and it is weird to want every national symbol to be aesthetically coherent to each other. Let 100 flags bloom! It is certainly "distinct at a distance" lol.

Anyway that is enough summarizing of a YouTube video - as I mentioned, he actually likes the state flags, I don't, I do think you have to balance a lot of this with just "general design principles". Never have your name on a flag in Helvetica Bold, amazing I had to write that one down for you. But a lot of these flag-specific rules derived from Kaye's work I often see bandied about are silly, and I was glad to see someone point that out.

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hey im sorry but can you make a hcs like the one you did for seungcheol and make it for mingyu? im sorry and i wanna tell you i love all of your writing so baddddd hehe keep on writing girllll im rooting for you

hi! first of all thank you so much for the nice words! you’re support really means a lot to me guys, it’s the reason why keep on going even on the days where i feel tired and not motivated enough to do it😭🫶

second of all, by “hcs like the one you did for seungcheol” i feel like you’re talking about the spicy one’s? but since someone already asked me for both soft and spicy one’s i hope you won’t mind that i will do soft hcs as well?

anyway, again, thank you so much for your support, hope you enjoy this!

Mingyu Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

will literally follow you around the house all the time, you could be doing some chores and he will just follow you, maybe help a little, and yap 100 miles per hour, and when you don’t pay attention he will pull on your shirt until you look at him and say while pouting “babe you aren’t even listening to me, pay attention to me 3:(“

smitten, in love and absolutely whipped are some of the ways to describe mingyu since he met you and you two started dating, he’s always just staring at you with his big boba eyes and smiling gently, if it were socially acceptable (read: if the members weren’t around) he would probably be kicking his feet too

the cuddliest teddy bear ever, he will hug you no matter what you are doing- standing in front of a hot stove with boiling oil sprinkling everywhere? he’s on your back, hunched due to his height and leaning his head on your own (also complaining when a bit of oil sprinkles on his arms), standing in front of him and scolding him about something? his hands are locked around your waist while he pouts at you for scolding him instead of kissing him :( you get the gist of it lol

goes without saying but he’s constantly cooking you-breakfast, lunch either to bring to work or at home, and dinner, he’s constantly cooking for you, making you taste test everything and absolutely cooking way too much than you can eat, if you try to cook something for him for a change because you feel bad that he’s cooking that much when his schedule is much more packed than yours he will just be like “ 3:( baby what did i say about this?”

he’s so hyperactive that sometimes you have hard time catching up to him, he constantly wants to be doing something, be it sports or go out with friends and sometimes you just want to rot in your bed for 3 days straight- and ofc he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, it’s just that he will probably pout all the time while doing the said activities and come home earlier because he missed you too much

hugs you to death when you two sleep together, to the point you need to smack him to go easy on your intestines or you will puke on his silk sheets lol

loves doing skincare together, it’s just relaxing doing it together while you two yap about your days, helping each other apply things correctly, and it always makes him feel easier seeing you taking care of yourself, he always worries that because he’s so busy he can’t see if you’re doing your best to take care of yourself (mentally) so seeing you being so happy and enjoying yourself while you two are doing this together makes him feel at ease

•(nsfw! hcs):

is definitely a service dom, so eager to please you, won’t stop until he feel you shaking with pleasure and sees tears streaming down your pretty face

LOVES PUSSY MORE THAN AIR, if he could, he’d be living between your legs, just lapping away at your clit while you trash in his hold, your legs over his shoulders, feet pushing at his back, whenever he’s giving you oral best believe he isn’t stopping for the next several HOURS (rip girl lmao), he just love how you taste so much, he’d literally just be moaning in your pussy and if he comes in his pants from just eating you out? well that’s nobody’s business but his (and yours by default)

has a praise kink too, but unlike the other boys who like to praise you, he want YOU to praise HIM, just grabbing his hair and moaning in his ear how good he’s fucking you, how big he is inside of you, how he’s simply the best for you-and if you let a little “good boy” slip out? well, let’s just say he will be cumming really quickly and that it will make him even more motivated to make you feel good

definitely gets off seeing your tummy bulge, just seeing how far inside of you he is and how your stomach moves when he is too gets him off like nothing else, makes his head spin and makes him moan so loudly (wonu definitely hates you two rabbits lmao)

insist on seeing jesus at least once a week by making you sit on his face, there’s nothing better than feeling your entire weight on his face, your smell surrounding him while he’s eating your pussy like its his last supper, and the fact that you aren’t touching and he isn’t able to grind on the bed how he would if he was just laying down between your legs? well, let’s just say mingyu might have a little thing for having his orgasms be delayed a bit (but don’t tell the gang, they will never shut up about it lol)

one of his favourite positions has definitely got to be cowgirl, just seeing you on top of him, bouncing up and down his big dick, struggling from time to time so he has to guide your hips or take matters in his own hands and fuck upwards into you, you tits bouncing as well- there may not be a heaven on earth but he comes close to it every time you ride him til he sees god

has stamina of an animal, can and WILL go for hours to no end, in the end you will just be with your face pressed in the pillow and ass in the air, totally limp so mingyu will have to hold your hips to keep them in the air, moaning away while he chases his high (he will take care of you afterwards and if he sees you literally can’t do it anymore or that it’s causing you more harm than pleasure he will immediately stop, dw)

[dear-ao3]

hey wait im also new to f1 but i saw the other ask and i was curious abt what you meant when you said no one will ever do it like nico rosberg?? also retiring after your first championship win is insane lmao what a power move

nico rosberg is just. he’s insane. he’s cunty. he’s wonderful. he possesses sass and audacity unlike any other. we unfortunately do not have time to get into his whole story (my lunch break is only so long) but here’s some highlights:

-technically he’s a nepo baby. his dad, keke rosberg, won the world championship in 1982 and they remain one of the Few father son duos to both win a world championship (don’t ask me who the others are idk but i know they exist)

-he and lewis hamilton met when they were kids in the late 90s sometime and were gokarting teammates at some point in i think the early 2000s? (not fact checking i don’t have the time rn) and they were Besties. they’ve talked about this before, mostly in older interviews, but the gist is that both of them were outcasts from the other karting kid in opposite ways (nico was the son of a champion and rich and lewis was from nothing and pretty much the only poc most of the time) and that drew them together and they were Menaces according to legend. everything was a competition and they trashed hotel rooms and ate pizza and ice cream and kellogg frosties and went to greece and dreamed of being in f1 together

-nico signed with williams in 2006. his teammate was mark webber. and nico had long flowing blonde hair (this is important). he crashed at one race and mark webber said “britney’s in the wall” cementing the nickname britney, like britney spears. jenson button (another driver) said later on that they called nico britney because he was ��very pretty” (do with that what you will)

-he was just. insane. cunty. constantly looked like a european bond villain. wore god awful shoes. whole bit. once he stayed in his car when it got craned off the track cause he didn’t want his hair to get wet. which is insane cause he’s wearing a helmet it would have gotten equally as not wet had he gotten out.

-anyway, lewis made it to f1 in 2007 and they had their first podium together i think that year (?) and it’s cute and fun and oh boy you’re not ready for what these two have coming

-lewis won the championship in 2008 (but he almost won in 2007, his rookie year) at mclaren.

-nico went to mercedes when they recentered the grid in 2010. his teammate was michael schumacher, who was fresh out of retirement. (yes the michael schumacher, 7x world champion). michael fucked with nico endlessly according to legend, including making him piss in a bucket pre race because he would hog the bathroom until the last possible second. nico still out preformed him most of the time, and the car was mid as hell.

-michael retired part 2 at the end of 2012. and who replaced him but lewis hamilton

-so the two of them were teammates again. the cards were absolute Stacked against them. because yes they were besties yes they’d known eachother forever but the first person you’re judged against is your teammate. and you’re trying to beat your teammate. and lewis already had a championship. nico wanted a championship.

-2013 was relatively chill. the car was kinda mid. they did well but not fantastic and did some fuck ass pr (highly reccomend looking those videos up)

-2014 they had a car that could win. and they started fighting eachother for wins. they played all kinds of mind games against eachother and withheld stats and nico ran illegal engine modes (supposedly) and lewis said they were no longer friends after nico supposedly wrecked his monaco qualifying one year but they claimed they still supported eachother and were friends off track. lewis won in 2014 and in 2015. but nico was right behind him and he wanted to win a championship, he didn’t want to be a number 2 driver

-so in 2016 nico did some insane shit. he stopped sleeping with his wife so that he could get better sleep or something, he did weird things to cut weight, he basically did everything and then some to win. and then he did. he won the championship and then at the prize giving ceremony announced he was retiring. he didn’t tell lewis this.

more after i get off work :)

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TAKING SHIFTS- A classic Stanley Pines adopts the shapeshifter AU-> Little info dump

Basic gist of it is that post portal accident, Stanley is trying his damndest to get his brother back by fixing the portal- Which logically requires that Stanley get all the journals so that he actually has a full blueprint to look at.

However, in his search for any of the journals, he discovers some kind of top secret tree bunker- Classic Ford antics. He investigates the bunker, only to find some kind of kid monster, who is under the impression that Stan is his own brother and tries to kill him. The only thing that convinces the creature that Stan is NOT Ford, is the fact that Stan has a mullet and his brother does not. Would you be surprised to discover that the mullet would play a deeper role in things than at first glance? Not me, but I think it’s very funny anyways.

The monster kid is revealed to be some kind of alien shapeshifter thing, and upon realizing that Stanley is some kind of Ford doppleganger, the shapeshifter suddenly becomes the most clingy kid ever, following Stan around throughout the bunker like a lost duckling. Stanley tries to be chill about it, but the memories of being attacked are still pretty fresh in his brain.

After a bit the two will leave the bunker, yadda yadda yadda dialogue, and Stanley will be concerned to find that this kid hasn’t had the best upbringing in the world so far- If the limited English and big eyed staring at the sky was anything to go by. While Stan has half a mind to leave this monster kid to the wild, he apparently has these weird issues with abandonment. Something about seeing himself in the little monster kid. So he takes him back to the shack, helping the shapeshifter pick a name that isn’t a weird number. They eventually land on Simon, which is a play on Simon Says, because of course any name idea Stanley has it just HAS to be a pun.

And of course, taking in this shapeshifter will trigger changes to the timeline that will affect how things will go from here on out. A lot of wholesome, father kid bonding and found family stuff.

Other unmentioned information and idea snippets:

-The journals are found much sooner than in canon, which means Ford is brought back sooner than in canon. Journal 2 is found first, due to the fact that Stanley has Simon (Shifty) enrolled in elementary school, which just so happens to be were one of the journals are hidden. Simon finds it and recognizes it- And Stan is so proud. Meanwhile, later on journal 3 is found by Soos in a situation similar to canon, but like- Soosified.

-Stanley is constantly wracked with guilt as time goes on, because he will hear about of make a realization about the poor treatment of Simon by Ford and his assistant in the past- All while Stanley is still actively working to bring him back. Simon doesn’t know that it’s FORD that Stan is trying to bring back, which will only result in some betrayal later on when Ford inevitably returns.

-Simon, Tate, and Soos act almost as siblings, due to circumstances that bring them together at different points in time. Tate is Simon’s best friend, a friendship which had blossomed when Emma-May showed up to the Pines cabin door, demanding that she see her ex husband and that she has some WORDS to say to the homewrecking scientist who ruined everything. Stanley had never been more confused about anything- But while Stanley is trying his best to save the situation, Tate and Simon hit it off quickly despite the broken language barrier. Meanwhile, Soos come in later when both Simon and Stan are a bit older. Stan and Soos’s relationship is similar to how it played out in canon, but Simon gets really jealous. May or may not try to kill Soos because of it- But it’s ok cuz once Soos’s natural charm infects Simon, the big brother little brother dynamic is born.

-Simon practically idolizes Stan, and makes it a point to have his human form reflect that. He has a mullet, and it reminds him that Stan is Stan- Even after Stan cuts the mullet off so he could be a bit more business appropriate. Simon also has little freckles cuz he saw the little baby Boyish Dan and just immediately was like- Oh I want those too-

-The shapeshifter will also have his own little book of “forms” he could take. He has photos and information of various creatures, things, and people- I want you to envision how this book looks and is treated like a Pokémon card collection binder. The shapeshifter may get into photography. By the time the little twins Dipper and Mable show up, it’s not the journals that they find- But Simon’s shifting scrapbook. Which is how they find themselves getting involved in the spooky stuff in the first place.

-Because of Simon and Fords earlier arrival, the younger Pines twins adventures in Gravity Falls are a tad bit tweaked. Simon is a very powerful shapeshifter who is plenty protective of his little niblings- The Mcguckets are somewhat healthy with the whole divorced situation, and Bill is not an issue alongside Gideon… Everything else is free game though. Pretty silly.

- The way that Fiddleford is introduced to the duo is that at some point, Stan gets his memories of Simon wiped causing severe emotional distress- And it’s lowkey kinda heartbreaking. (The blind eye sees Simon shifting in front of Stan and assumes the worst.) Once Stan gets his memories back, it’s the beginning of a warpath. (And also the end of Fiddlefords crazy cultist arc- Which is good for Tate who really likes hanging around his bestie.)

-Hijinks WILL ensue, especially after Ford comes back. Probably some other tidbits I’m missing, but that’s a problem for another day- If this interest you folks anyways- Lemmy know if this is interesting or anything and feel free to ask questions. I haven’t thought so much as to how Bill gets defeated earlier and everything- But if anyone has any cool ideas I’d be open to it. Unsure if I’ll ever get to writing this one 😂