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goddesswritings · 4 years ago

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Feel Me - Dylan O’Brien

Title: Feel Me

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x OC

Summary: This is Y/n’s first non-indie movie, which is exciting. But she also get’s to work with the amazing Dylan O’Brien. He plays her love interest in the film. This causes some sexual tension between the two. Do they break down and let their feelings get to them, or do they pretend there is nothing going on?

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Notes: This is a fic I have been working on for four years. I was never able to find the perfect person for this fic but getting back into Dylan gave me the perfect person. Let me know if you want to see how these two act in interviews for their movie. Perhaps, she will even get a role for the new TW stuff.

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“Okay you two have great chemistry and I want to see it in the next scene. I need to see that passion that will have the audience believing you’re really in love. Which isn’t hard when you have such a beautiful costar like, Y/n. Right Dylan?” The director said to the two of you as you were setting up for the next scene.

Dylan laughed and pulled you close, “You’re right. She’s quite easy to get along with and our chemistry is just on fire. We’ll pull it off. Right Y/n?” He asked you sending you a look that had you melting to the floor.

“Oh yes we will.” You quickly agreed. How could you say anything else when you were really close to Dylan O’Brien? It was amazing that you were getting the chance to work with him and even more so that you were his love interest. So, it’s safe to say you had a huge crush on him that just seemed to grow each day that you worked with him.

To make matters worse, or better in some people’s eyes. Dylan and you were getting ready to do a hot sex scene for this film. You’d read over the script about a hundred times, memorizing each and every word on the pages. You still blushed when you thought about that fact that you would have to fake sex in front of a camera with Dylan O’Brien. You would be nearly naked in front of him. It would be a miracle if you didn’t pass out.

“Good, good. I know you two have read over the script a few times and you’re ready. Now I don’t expect it to be perfect on the first try, but I know you both will do good. Dylan, I want you to rush in the minute she opens the door and pull her into a kiss. Make it look very unexpected. Then you can push her into the wall and take it from there. Any nerves Y/n?” The director asked you.

You blushed and shook your head, “No, I’m fine. I’m ready.” Last night you barely slept because you couldn’t stop thinking about what was about to happen. God you were really going to be ravaged by Dylan on film. God something about that thought was a huge turn on.

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” Dylan said before moving into place, and you blushed before moving into place as well. Your heart was beating so fast right now.

The director surveyed the two of you to make sure you were ready before taking his place behind the camera. Your mind was going a mile a minute right now. Oh gosh, you were essentially about to have sex on camera. Well except there would be no penetration or like actual pleasure.

“Action!” He yelled, and you snapped out of your mind.

Almost immediately Dylan knocked on the door in front of you. You took a deep breath before opening it. Dylan rushed in and pulled you into a kiss, a deeply passionate kiss. You acted surprised and essentially you were because who wouldn’t be surprise when Dylan O’Brien rushed in to kiss you, even if you knew it was going to happen.

You felt him walking you both backwards as you continued to kiss. The kiss was getting hotter and he bit your lip and caused you to open your mouth and let him in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. He pushed you against the wall and leaned close.

“Fuck you’re so sexy.” Dylan whispered very softly so that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. You thought he was just really into the scene.

You moaned into his mouth and he lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist, making you even closer to him. You were surprised to feel a bulge forming. Was this actually turning him on? You know you were turned on.

Dylan separated from the kiss like the script had said and attached his lips to your neck, immediately sucking and biting various spots on your neck. It felt like he was trying to find your sensitive spot and it didn’t take him long until you moaned a genuine moan as he nibbled on the spot that had you writhing in his arms.

“Do you want to go further, baby?” Dylan asked separating from your neck. He was breathing hard and looked like he was trying to stay in control.

“Yes, oh yes.” You moaned making him smile. Dylan quickly moved the two of you away from the wall and the director yelled cut.

“Wow, great job guys. Dylan you really sold the part. My god Y/n, those moans sounded so real.” He went on smiling like a lunatic.

Well Mr. Director, those moans were real.

“Are you guys ready for the bed scene?” He questioned Dylan and you.

You were so nervous. In all the works you’d acted in, you’d never done an actual sex scene. Also, you’d never had such an attractive love interest that actually managed to turn you on. From day one of this movie, it felt like Dylan was teasing you. It felt like he knew that you had been crushing on him ever since you saw him first act.

“Can we have ten minutes to get comfortable?” Dylan asked before you could respond.

The director looked at you and then nodded, “Oh yes, that’s totally fine. Take your time.” He walked off leaving you alone with Dylan.

Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the direction of his trailer. Once you both reached it, he shut the door behind you and motioned for you to sit down. For some reason, your nerves were going crazy. You felt like he was going to tell you he didn’t want to do the scene with you.

“I thought that we should talk before we went ahead and had fake sex in front of a camera. It’s your first time, right?” Dylan asked taking a seat beside you.

It sounded like he was asking if you were a virgin and that thought made you blush, “Oh yes, it is.” You said softly.

“It’s best if we talk through boundaries and get more comfortable around each other. I mean I’m extremely comfortable around you, but you’re usually so quiet when we aren’t shooting, so I don’t know how you are.”

Dylan was being so thoughtful, and it made you smile, “Thank you Dylan. I’m actually amazingly comfortable. I mean I have had two months to get used to this sex scene and I feel like I’m ready. Are you?”

“Oh babe, I’m always ready.” He sent a wink your way.

The room suddenly felt hotter and you wondered if he could feel it.

“Um alright. So, what are your boundaries?”

“Well I virtually have none, especially since the scene is so straightforward. I’m more worried about you since this will be your first time doing this on camera. We need to make it look convincing and after what you just did out there, I have no doubt you can do that. But please tell me where your boundaries lie.”

“Okay, well I don’t feel like there will be many to be honest. I want to make the scene look as real as possible and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do that. I’ve already agreed to go shirtless on camera, so I think anything we do won’t be too shocking to me.”

Dylan nodded his head, “Alrighty then, do you trust me?”

“Of course, I do, you know the scenes well and are an amazing actor.”

He smiled, “Then will you allow me to lead you through the scene?”

Honestly, this proposition made you feel better about the scene, “You will do that for me?”

“Yes, I will. You’ve had sex before, right?”

You blushed a deep crimson when he asked that, “Oh yes I have.” But honestly the three encounters were nothing short of disappointing and not pleasurable for you at all.

“Great, then this won’t be hard at all. I will help you through the scene and it will be over before you know it.”

But you didn’t want it to go by too quickly. You loved that you would be able to spend a short amount of time experiencing just a fraction of what Dylan could offer in bed. You’d only fantasized it almost every night for the last two weeks.

“Okay, are we ready?” You questioned more than ready to do this.

“I believe we are. I’m going to take good care of you out on set.” Those words set the butterflies in motion. Dylan was too sweet to you.

The two of you entered set and immediately gained the attention of the director, “You two ready for the scene?”

“We’re ready to go.” Dylan said staying close to you as they set up around you both.

“Great, I suppose the two of you know what is supposed to happen. Now I don’t want this to look like some porn video, I need to see genuine feelings. I chose the two of you because your past work has proven that you’re more than capable of giving me what I need.” The director spoke to the two of you and looked through his script. “Let’s do this. Places on set.”

Your nerves crashed back into you when you realized you were about to be half naked on set, in front of one of your favorite actors.

Dylan leaned into you, “Take a deep breath Y/n, everything will be alright.” You nodded and listened to his words before you were told to take your place on set, which would be in Dylan’s arms, leaning against the door frame in an intense make out session.

Dylan pulled you into his arms and pressed you into the door frame, “Remember, deep breath.” He whispered before the two of you got into position and he picked you up in his arms again. As soon as the director called action, the both of you got right back to kissing. It felt like you had continued where you both left off.

You both kissed for a long while until you got the cue to start moving to the bed. He set you at the edge of the bed while still kissing you. His hands had started to wander your body, feeling your soft curves that were hidden beneath the clothes you were wearing. His hand traveled under your shirt and he rested them on your bare skin, rubbing slow calming circles into your skin, all while still kissing you with a wild passion.

His hands then began to push your shirt up, revealing more of your skin. His hands on your bare skin sent shivers through your body. He pulled away and lifted the shirt over your head and threw it behind him. This was your cue to pull off his shirt as well, so you both continued to kiss as you pushed his shirt up and then pulled it over his head and threw it on the ground with yours.

Your body was on fire and you were so turned on at this point. Everything felt so real and you wanted it to be much more than just what the two of you were doing for the camera. You needed Dylan, but you had to pretend that you didn’t. This was surely going to be hell.

“Oh baby, you’re so hot.” Dylan said his line so perfectly, but you could hear the lust in his voice. The pure genuine lust, that you were sure you’d giving him.

“I need you.” You whined, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loops. He stood between your legs as you ran your hands up and down his smooth muscular chest. The feeling of his taut smooth skin beneath your hands, was enough to make you wet. You really did need him, but not on set. Preferably in private, where he could fuck you just the way you wanted it.

“It’s coming, baby.” He pushed you back on the bed and his hands founds the button to your jeans, which he quickly popped and unzipped the jeans. With slow and sensual movements, he moved the jeans down your legs. Kissing every bit of newly exposed skin as he pulled the fabric from your body. You had answered the door having bare feet, so he had no need to remove any shoes.

“You’re so ready for me.” He commented, looking up at you from his spot between your legs. His eyes traveled down to your panties and suddenly you were very aware of how wet you were. You were sure he could see the evidence in front of him, but you hoped to god no one else could see it.

“Stop teasing me.” Your voice came out a little more whiney than you had wanted it but that only made him smirk. He knew just how worked up he had made you.

“Okay baby girl.” Suddenly he started kissing up my legs, moving closer to your soaking wet heat. You hoped he wasn’t going to do what you thought he was going to do. He couldn’t do that on camera. He reached your upper thighs, and placed wet kisses on them, sending shivers through your body. Skipping over your soaked pussy, he was kissing your stomach, moving up your body at a snails pace.

“You’re teasing me, Tommy.” You said the line, keeping the moans from falling from your mouth. His lips on your skin was absolute heaven. You wanted to feel his lips everywhere and anywhere.

“I’m sorry Holly, I just love your body.” The lust was even more evident as he stopped beneath your breasts. Nerves flashed through your body as his hand traveled behind your back to unclasp the grey lacy bra you’d been given in wardrobe. He was about to see you half-naked. Everyone was about to see you half-naked.

“Cut.” The director yelled as his hands found the clasp. You heard him groan lowly in dissatisfaction and it make you giggle from beneath him.

“You two are doing amazing. I love it, I do but there’s something missing from this scene.” The director drawled as he entered the set.

You and Dylan looked at him, waiting for him to figure out what was missing. You honestly felt like everything is perfect and the evidence of that was coating your panties at this very moment. But you weren’t the director, so you couldn’t have the last word about it.

“Give me five minutes to mull it over and we will resume the scene.” He said walking away from you both.

Once again, a groan left Dylan’s mouth. “I was really getting into it.” He mumbled and once again you giggled. His eyes met yours and he raised his eyebrows at you. “You seemed to be getting quite into it as well, my sweet Y/n.” He was still leaning over you, with his face inches from your heaving bust.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered, letting heat cover your cheeks.

“Oh, you don’t. So, you’re not soaking wet right now?” His words knocked you out of your reverie.

“Not at all.” You lied through my teeth.

“Sure.” Suddenly a hand started traveling down your body, not stopping until it reached the top of your panties. “So, if I put my hand down your panties, I won’t find that you’re soaked?”

Blush covered your cheeks. You never thought you’d hear those words from him.

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. It’s perfectly normal.” Suddenly his strong hand moved below your panties, traveling the length of your slit and gathering some of the wetness there before he removed his fingers. A smirk graced his face as he pulled his fingers from your panties and examined them before popping them into his mouth and sucking the juices from his fingers.

“Oh, baby girl. You’re wetter than I thought, and you taste absolutely delicious.” If you weren’t already gushing your panties, you were now.

“Alright, let’s get back into position.” The director came back to set and saw you both in the same position. “Oh perfect, the two of you are ready. Let’s just pick up from where we left off.” He stated, going behind the camera once again.

“Action!” He yelled, and you two were right back into the scene.

Dylan was back to kissing his way up to your chest and reaching behind you again, to remove the bra. He was quick to remove it this time, wanting to move on with the scene. A growl left his lips as he removed the bra to reveal your perky breasts. You honestly couldn’t tell if that growl was a part of his character or real, but it sure had you going.

“So perfect.” He whispered while taking one of your breasts into his hand, cupping it in his large hand. You moaned at the feeling, biting your lip, and throwing your head back. Especially when he started squeezing it while the length of his body rubbed on you.

This was your cue to push him up and throw him on his back, while you straddle him. It all happened in a matter of seconds and Dylan was on his back, staring up at you with those handsome amber eyes of his. You straddled his waist proudly, grinding yourself down onto him as his hands gripped your waist.

“I need you now, Tommy. Let’s stop wasting time.” You ground, moving down, and unbuckling his jeans. His shoes had been removed somewhere in the mix of us making it to the bed. You quickly pulled the jeans from his legs, which was surprisingly easy. Dylan laid in the bed, in only his blue briefs, which weren’t doing much to hide what he had to offer.

“Cut!” The director said as you climbed back onto his waist. “Okay, now we’re going to cut scenes to the main event. We’re going to conceal the fact that you still have clothes on with that sheet. Get into position.” He explained to us.

Dylan helped you from the bed and pulled the sheet down and laid back down on the bed. You positioned yourself on him once again, while some of the set help came to position the sheet to cover your lower halves, to serve the illusion you two were really having sex.

“Perfect. Everyone back into position. Also, I want some more moans, maybe a little hair pulling.” He explained before yelling action once again.

This time, when the camera started rolling, you were wrapped in his arms and you both were locked in a passionate kiss. Now you were supposed to “ride” him, but really just move your hips to drive the illusion further.

Dylan kissed you with more passion than the previous kisses you two had shared and rolled his hips up, sending them colliding with yours and causing his bulge to rub up again your soaking heat. You moaned out loud and gripped his arms as the kiss continued. His hips continued thrusting up, causing him to rub even more. The moans falling from your mouth were real at this point.

“Fuck baby, I love when you moan like that.” His deep voice only served to further your current lust for him. You pressed yourself down onto him, meeting his thrusts and rubbing your swollen clit against his bulge.

Suddenly you were on your back and Dylan was above you. “Tommy, keep it up.” You moaned into his ear, losing your breath as his bulge bumped your heat again and again. You could feel the juices flowing from you and you hoped you would be able to hide that fact once the scene was done.

All thoughts were on Dylan and how he was actually pleasuring you, while the two of you were on camera. Your fingernails embedded themselves into his back, just like the script read but this was a completely real reaction from you. Your head was thrown back in pleasure and his lips attacked your neck as the thrusts continued. You two were dry humping, he had to be getting pleasure out of this. There’s no way he wasn’t.

“You feel so good, baby girl.” He moaned into your ear and you could hear just how much this had affected him as well. You pressed yourself into him a little harder, feeling a distinct jerk from his clothed cock. His poor cock was so aroused with nowhere to go. You so desperately wanted to free it from its prison and slip the lengthy member into your soaking pussy.

You moaned loudly as he hit a particularly good spot that had your panties completely soaked through and through. There was no doubt, the evidence would be there when you both finished. His movements increased, bringing even more pleasure to your little clit, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and moan even more than before. You were on a trip to heaven and he knew this. He knew you were only seconds from orgasming, and he was willing to take it that far.

To delay an orgasm, you pulled your hips away from his, but his arm wrapped around your body and pulled you against his body again, continuing the tortuous thrusting that was taking place at the moment. He was trying to make you cum in front of all these people, what a sneaky man.

“Cum for me, Holly. I know how close you are.” You swear he wanted to say Y/n, you could just tell but he had managed to save himself. You let out a scream as an intense orgasm overtook your body, absolutely soaking his boxers in the process. Even as the orgasm hit, he continued his torture for the camera. Following the script closely. He was going to make this good for the audience.

The two of you finally slowed down the thrusting and you both dropped down to the bed. His arms were still wrapped around you and his crotch was flush with your soaked pussy. A cheeky smirk graced his face as he took your face in his hands and kissed your swollen lips.

“Oh Holly, I love you so much.” The words that were meant for your character, sent your heart into a frenzy.

“I love you.” You answered back before cuddling up into his chest as he pulled the sheet up over your bodies. The little movement caused more juice to gush from you. You were in a state of shock about the fact you’d actually came on set with Dylan O’Brien. Your sexy as fuck co-star just dry humped you to an orgasm in a room full of people.

“Cut!” The director yelled. You both opened our eyes to see a huge smile upon his face. “That was perfect! You two really killed that scene. We’re done for the day. Thanks for the killer acting you two.” Acting was definitely not something that happened just then, but you just nodded. “We’ll see you Monday, take the weekend off you two.” He said before leaving Dylan and you, half naked on set.

“Well my sweet Y/n. That sure was some great acting. I can sure feel the evidence of that.” He whispered glance down at his covered boxers.

Of course, you were blushing again.

He wrapped an arm around you from the side and pulled you close. “No need to be embarrassed, baby. That was the sexiest thing ever. I fucking loved it and I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Maybe this time we can do it for real?”

You didn’t know how to reply but both your set assistants saved us by bringing thick blue robes over for you two to cover up in. “Thank you, Millie.” You said wrapping the soft fabric around your exposed body. You quickly excused yourself from set and retreated back to your trailer. Your body was so worked up at this point and you desperately needed a shower to clean up from that intense orgasm Dylan had given you.

After that hot scene, you needed a shower to clean up the evidence of that orgasm Dylan had given you without even trying. It was crazy that you even allowed for that to happen. You never let your guard down like that but somehow, Dylan made you bring the walls down to feel like that on set, in front of a bunch of people.

You retreated back to your trailer and hopped into the shower, to wash away the sweat that had formed while you faked sex for the big screen. The shower felt nice and it definitely relaxed you even more. You were sure the only person who knew you’d come on set, was Dylan. It was his goal to make me come, you were sure of it. You’d attempted to pull away from his hips, but he had pulled you back, knowing you were seconds from a huge orgasm. He was a sneaky guy.

Once you finished in the shower, you exited the bathroom and put the robe back around your body once you’d dried off sufficiently. A knock at the door was heard as you entered the main area of the trailer. You assumed it was your agent or someone from set, but you were wrong. Dylan O’Brien was waiting behind the door, fully dressed as opposed to the last time you’d seen him. He let himself into the trailer without an invitation. You shut the door and turned towards him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as he took a seat on your couch. His eyes roamed up and down your body, and an appreciative smirk graced his face, which caused you to blush.

“I was hoping you would agree to go out for a drink with me, to celebrate a good day of shooting.” His voice was as sexy as ever and his eyes didn’t leave your body.

“Oh sure, I just need to get dressed.”

“Who said you needed clothes.” Dylan was being cheeky, and he knew that.

“I would prefer not to go in public naked.”

“You were half naked just now, out on set.”

“That was different.” You were about to go into the back to get clothes when he caught your hand and pulled you between his legs.

“You know, your body is sexy, right? I think men aren’t going to be able to control themselves when they see it on the big screen.” His hands moved to your hips and he pulled you close, resting his head on your stomach.

“They’re only going to see my breasts.” You countered, not wanting to really hear about what men would do once they saw your body. You’d never been really confident in what you had, and it took a lot to get yourself to agree to do it for this movie.

He chuckled and nuzzled his face into the fabric of the robe you were wearing. “I could barely control myself out there. You felt how you make me feel.”

You tried to step back, but he held you in place. “You probably do that with every sex scene you do.” You hadn’t wanted to think about his past movies and the past women he’s had to shoot with, but that thought was always in the back of your mind.

“I don’t. My co-stars don’t really measure up to you. They never made me feel the way you make me feel, Y/n.” You tried to detect any lies, but you couldn’t really tell. You wanted to believe him, but he was a well-known actor and you didn’t think he could really feel something for you. A newcomer actress who’d only ever acted in Indie movies so far.

“That can’t be true.” Once again, you tried to pull away only to be pulled back.

“It’s true. The chemistry we feel, it’s new to me. I’ve never fit well with any other actresses I have acted with. It’s easy with you and I feel like I don’t have to fake the feelings like I had done in the past.” His words were genuine.

“Dylan, how could you feel that for me. I’m nothing special and I’m still new to Hollywood.”

“Y/n, you’re gorgeous and absolutely perfect in my eyes. I’ve never seen any flaws in what you do and if there is, you hide them well. You act with this elegance that inspires me. You have brought me back to the feelings I had when I first began acting. With you, everything is great.”

“Wow, Dylan. I had no idea you felt this way. You know I have admired you since you began acting. Seeing you on the big screen inspired me to jump into it and actually audition for something. I never thought I would ever have the chance to act beside you in a movie and yet here I am. Everyday here on set, has been amazing and a dream.”

“So, does that mean you have feelings for me?” He questioned as his golden amber eyes stared up into yours.

“Well of course it does.” You admitted when he pulled you into his lap and kissed your lips with this unwavering passion that you’d felt pieces of when you’d been on set. His lips on yours felt like heaven on earth or they had transported you there, either way, his lips were amazing. You gave into the kiss and returned the passion he was giving you. You wanted him to know you felt the same way.

His arms wrapped around your waist, joining behind your back, and pulling you closer. Somehow, you had wound your legs around his waist, forgetting completely that all you had on was a robe. It was the last thing on your mind as the kiss consumed you completely. You honestly felt like this was something you’ve never experience before, and you loved every second of it. His lips were becoming dominate and you accepted it and loved it because you wanted more, no you needed more. You needed to feel all of what he was feeling for you and you could definitely feel that through the kiss.

“Your lips are so soft.” He mumbled as you two parted for a brief moment. You took initiative and pulled him back into the kiss. The craving has reigned you in as you bit his lip. He hadn’t expected it, but he loved it because he smirked into the kiss.

Your arms were wound around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You felt like you needed to get even closer to him and he felt it as well, because his grip on you had only grown tighter but not uncomfortably so. It was nice to be wrapped up in his arms like this, no one had really made you feel the way he did. He brought out intense feelings from you.

This time, he bit your lip and you opened your mouth in a gasp, surprised at the move. He took the chance to join your tongues in a blissful move. You savored the feelings and tastes you received from him. He tasted like spearmint gum and a hint of coffee from the morning you suppose. It was an overall pleasant taste.

You needed more, so you started to grind yourself down onto him as the kiss continued to overtake the two of you. It was then that you were reminded you were only wearing a robe, because your naked heat is what came into contact with the bulge that was covered in jeans. A whimper left your mouth as the pleasure shot through your body, which was still sensitive from the scene on set.

He pulled away from the kiss. “You forgot you were naked, didn’t you?” He asked with a sexy grin gracing his handsome face.

“Yes, because you came in here and started ravaging me with kisses and I forgot what I had been doing before you came.” You admitted as his hips jerked up into yours, the fabric of the jeans, colliding with your uncovered clit. You cried out in surprise. “You’re not making this easier for me.”

“I don’t want to, baby. I want you. I actually want to feel what it would be like to be inside you. That was pure torture on set. I was seconds away from pulling our underwear off and thrusting into you, I didn’t care who was there on set with us.”

“Oh, I was seconds away from doing the same thing, but I think that would have made our movie into a porn and the director didn’t want that.”

His teeth nibbled on your neck, making you moan out loud. “Well he’s not here right now.”

“Do you want to go further?” Once again, he thrust up, and you were soaking at the torture.

“Yes, I do. Do you want to?” His lips were now covering your neck with small little fluttering kisses that made you feel good.

“I do.” You confirmed, knowing that this was something you wanted.

Without another word, Dylan found the ties to your robe and quickly untied them. The robe fell open, revealing your completely naked body to him. His hands wasted no time in touching and stroking the newly exposed skin. One of his hands wrapped around one of your breasts, he kneaded it making you moan out.

“You like that.” He looked up into your eyes. His whiskey eyes were now fully clouded with lust as he played with you. “I bet you would like it if I touched your wet pussy?” He said. His free hand traveled down your stomach, moving at an achingly slow pace down to your pulsing sex. Finally, after ages, his fingers found your aroused clit. It moved lower to feel the wetness that was coming from your pussy. “Baby girl is so wet for me.”

The way he said that, made you moan out. He smirked at the sound, happy with himself for making you moan at the smallest touch.

“Yes, that’s right baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” His wet fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing tortuous circles on the little hard button of nerves.

You bit your lip which he didn’t like. Dylan’s hand left your breast and pulled your lip from your teeth. “No, we’re not going to hold back.”

He was wearing too much clothing. “You’re way too dressed.” His fingers were still rubbing your clit, but you moved to pull his shirt off. He had to remove his fingers while you did this but he quickly replaced them, making you whimper at the touch.

“I love how sensitive I have made you.” The grin on his face was so sexy. You moaned and threw your head back with pleasure. “I need to taste you.”

Dylan removed his fingers and stood up. He kicked off his shoes before taking your hand and leading you back to the bed. As he walked, he unbuttoned his pants. In the bedroom, he pushed you back on the bed. Then he removed his pants and this huge bulge was suddenly on display. It was mouthwateringly sexy.

“What was it that you were saying? You wanted to taste me.” You spread your legs, revealing your swollen and aroused pussy. Your fingers stroked through your folds, teasing both yourself and Dylan.

He growled and fell to his knees. Grabbing a hold of your legs, he yanked you to the edge of the bed. Then he spread your legs before diving into your soaked heat.

His tongue went right for your clit, circling it the way his fingers had. His hands gripped your thighs as he focused on your hard-little clit. Two fingers pushed into your entrance, filling you up. You moaned as he expertly pleasured you.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” It was hard not to want to just completely lose it when the hottest guy ever was going down on you. It was a dream come true.

He hummed against your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. You buried your hands into his dark hair as he sucked your clit into his perfect mouth. This made your hips buck up for attention.

Dylan pulled away and looked up at you. “How close are you, baby girl?” He questioned before diving back in.

“So close. Keep going, Dyl. I want to come.” You let out a loud moan as he quickened the pace of his fingers that were pumping in and out of you.

He focused all his attention on the buzzing bundle of nerves, knowing that would bring you to your much-desired end.

As your orgasm hit you head on, the blinding pleasure took over your body. You screamed out his name as he continued his torture on your sensitive pussy. He looked extremely pleased with what he’d done. Dylan cleaned up your juices before lifting his face from your pussy. He was covered in your essence.

“That was so fucking hot.” Dylan moved up the bed, so he was hovering over you and pulled you into a sexy kiss. “You taste amazing.” He moaned against your lips.

As you came down from your orgasm, he rubbed his hard cock against your sex. His cock was still covered, but you were dying to take off the last remaining clothing that separated the two of you.

“I need more, Dylan.” You whispered as his bulge thrust against you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Dylan was totally turning you on with the slight Dom tone he’d taken on.

“You know what I want, Dyl.” Your hand traveled down his body grip his hardened cock. He groaned and grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head.

“You have to be more specific for me, sweetheart.” He was purposely teasing you now.

You bit your lip before letting out a long moan. “I need you to fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and show me how much I turn you on.”

The smirk on his face told you that was what he’d wanted. “Good. I can’t wait to fuck this beautiful little pussy. It’s already so wet and willing again.” He moved off you and went to his pants, pulling out a condom.

You sat up and watched Dylan push his briefs from his hips. Then he rolled on the condom. He was deliberately slow and taking his time. He was watching you closely. Once he’d put it on, he made his way back to you.

“Well baby, I think I want to see you ride my cock right now.” He pulled you up and took a seat on the bed. You wasted no time placing his ready cock at your entrance. Once he felt you, he pushed forward, burying himself in your wet walls.

He filled you up in a way that had you losing your mind. His cock was something you could easily get addicted to.

Dylan started moving inside you, which made you start to move on top of him. You swirled your hips as you rode his cock. This was actually a first for you. Your previous encounters never really grew out of the boring missionary. They clearly knew nothing of the pleasure that came with having someone ride your cock.

His hands found your hips as you continued your movements on top of him. He was moaning out loud now, which told you he liked what you were doing.

You pushed him back, so he was laying down and started to ride him harder than before. The feel of his thick cock filling you up, was pure bliss. It had your next orgasm building up quickly. Dylan’s hands reached up to cup your breasts, playing with them as you continued your work.

There was a certain power that came with watching a man fall apart under you. Knowing you were the one who was pleasuring him to the point where he couldn’t contain his moans. You loved it. Most guys weren’t keen about letting the woman take control. Dylan didn’t seem to worried at all about this, it seemed he loved you taking control.

Your second orgasm hit, and you could no longer keep control on top of him. He saw this and took the opportunity to flip you under him. His cock was still inside your pulsing walls, but he was allowing your orgasm to pass before he started on you again.

As soon as you’d calmed down, he started his assault again and began pumping in and out of you. His hands were gripping your waist as he did this. The feeling of your still pulsing walls, on his cock, was heaven and he’d been wanting this since the first moment he met you for this movie. He’d felt the amazing chemistry that led to this connection the two of you shared.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to dive in deeper inside of you. He captured your lips in a hot kiss. It was safe to say the two of you were lost in each other. Just being wrapped up in him was amazingly perfect. You loved it.

“Fuck, Dylan.” You whimpered as his cock brushed past your g-spot. Your third orgasm was building, but you wanted him to cum before you. He needed to. “Cum for me, Dyl. I want to feel you explode inside of me.” You whispered this into his ear, feeling his cock twitch at those words.

“Yes! You feel so fucking good around me.” He moaned as he let go. He came into the condom, but you still felt him explode while he was inside you and it was sexy. It triggered your third orgasm too, making you moan his name out loud. He loved hearing you say his name in the moment of intense pleasure. The look on your face just turned him.

As soon as the orgasms were over, Dylan gingerly set you back on the bed. You hadn’t even noticed how wrapped up the two of you had become. He slid out of you and dropped down onto the bed beside you. After a couple minutes, he got up to dispose of the condom before returning back to you.

Dylan pulled you close as he laid down again. He smiled down at you; happy he’d finally made a move on the woman who’s been plaguing his mind.

“That was amazing.” You said as you snuggled up beside him. Dylan cuddled up next to you happily.

“I can agree. I’ve been thinking about doing that since we met.” He confessed.

You looked up at him. “Wait, really?” This was unreal. Having admired him since his early Teen Wolf days, you never imagined you would be in this position.

“Yes. I just knew there was something between us. I love that it took a hot fake sex scene for us to get here. That’s a story to tell our kids.” He was clearly joking but just hearing him say that, set off butterflies.

This made you giggle. “We already have kids, huh?” You could joke too.

“Yeah, our two daughters and son.” He had good humor. It was nice that it wasn’t awkward between you two after sex.

“I remember now. How could I forget my own children.” This made him chuckle.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked with hope in his eyes.

“I will. Because I have liked you forever now, like way before I started acting.” You admitted.

“Oh really? So I take it you are a Teen Wolf fan?”

“I am.”

“Then you’re going to love my next endeavor. Jeff decided he wanted to bring us back for a surprise season, because the fans have begged for years.” This news was amazing. He was also clearly happy to return for the show.

“This I love. Will it be on MTV?”

“No, he signed a contract with Amazon Prime.”

“Even better.”

Dylan loved how excited you were about this. “Hey, they are holding casting calls for the show. You should audition.”

This was a dream. Teen Wolf had been the show that interested you in acting while you were in college. If you had a chance to be in the show, past you would die.

“Oh really? Adding characters?”

“I don’t know the whole premise of the season, but I do know he wants to bring on some new characters. I think you would fit in perfectly with the show.”

Dylan sure knew how to charm you.

“You’re only saying that because we just had sex.” You nudged him.

“I would never.” He pulled off a cute shocked face.

Being around him was easy. You were glad that sleeping together hadn’t changed the dynamic between you too. If anything it felt better.

“I know you well enough, Mr. O’Brien.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

The two of you were growing tired. So you asked him to stay the night, to which he said he was already planning on it. You drifted off as you made plans for your date.

Dylan and you had spent the weekend together. Monday morning, you both returned to set with this glow to you. Both of you were extremely satisfied with the way things were working out.

“Dylan and Y/n, just the people I wanted to see. Come to the office.” You both had walked in together.

Once in the office, the director expressed how happy he was with the scene you’d shot last week. In fact, everyone loved it so much that they decided to add another scene.

“So they wrote a whole new scene for us?” Dylan asked as the director finished.

“That’s right. Your chemistry is so good, that they really wanted more. Are you okay with that?” He looked between the two of you.

“Oh yes, we can do it.” You said as Dylan squeezed your thigh in a teasing matter.

He clapped his hands together. “Great, we will send you the new scene when it’s ready. Now let’s resume filming.” Director got up and headed for the door.

You stood up to follow, Dylan was right behind you. “Looks like we get to have more fake sex. Can you handle it?”

“Now that I’ve had the real thing, I know I can.” You loved the teasing. Dylan quickly kissed you before you entered set. This was definitely an interesting movie.

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anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya · 4 years ago

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Come over (Series 81) - Erik Černák

A/N: So technically in my time zone it is Monday already, but considering @nhlandotherimagines will get the notification on Sunday we can count it as me posting on time, right?

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Several weeks ago had young Lucia the pleasure in meeting the tall blond defenseman of the Lightning. To say she was surprised he was interested in her is an understatement. In fact the short blond girl had to check her notifications more than twice to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She wasn't.

After Erik rescued her at the bar from a creep he made sure she kept his jacket even though she had already agreed to go out with him. Fast forward couple of weeks and both Košice natives are more than happy to be seeing each other rather regularly.

As Lucia reaches for her purse her eyes land on the jacket she was supposed to return, but couldn't bring herself to. Every time they met Erik would tease her about it. At first she got flustered and embarrassed thinking she overstepped, but the smirk stretching on his pink lips made her worries wash away and she slapped his chest playfully.

She sighs happily grabbing the jacket before checking her appearance in the mirror once more.

"I am leaving!" She yells loud enough for her parents to hear. "I'll come in late, bye!" She rushes before either of them has a chance to protest or ask any additional questions.

Her wrist lifts hesitantly and with her knuckles she gently knocks on the wooden surface of the door of Erik's apartment. Footsteps approach the door and just seconds later Erik's smiling figure is revealed.

"Ahoj, how are you?" he questions as she steps inside.

"Better now." She smiles embracing him in a hug the second she slips her shoes of.

"I wonder why." He hums. He pulls away grinning. "Wait is that?" He asks pointing at the jacket in her hand with surprise written all over his face.

"Yes?" It's more of a hesitant question rather than a sure statement.

"I thought I'd never see it again." He gives her a cheeky grin.

"I mean you said it was okay, but uh- I had to return it eventually and-" She starts to babble nonsense.

"Hey." His big hands on her small shoulders and a look in his eyes make her stop her words vomit. "It's okay. I was joking. I wouldn't have given it to you if I wanted it back that bad. I would've asked for it." He reasons with his blushing girlfriend.

"Okay, yeah. Makes sense." She nods.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, let me just wash my hands real quick."

He points her towards the bathroom leaning himself on to the doorway. While Lucia runs the water and reaches for soap he's looking at her intensely trough the mirror. She looks up giving him a soft smile, which he happily returns.

After drying her hands off she walks over to Erik wrapping her arms around his neck. His own hands find purchase on her slim waist bringing her closer. His head dips down, their foreheads touching and noses brushing. "You are so beautiful." His words are barely above whisper as if he spoke any louder they wouldn't get to her. Her cheeks flame up, her gaze escaping his. He nudges her rosy cheek with his nose. "Don't look away pretty girl." If anything his words only deepen the blush on Lucia's cheeks.

"How is your nose so cold? It's so hot outside I thought I would melt on my way here." Rolling her eyes she looks up to the blue spirals. His hearty laugh makes his shoulders shake slightly and Lucia's smile grow.

"My nose ain't cold." He protests pressing his nose to her warm cheek.

"It is!" She tries to pull away, but doesn't get too far. "Are your lips that cold too?" She questions in a small voice giving him a soft smile.

"Guess you'll have to find out." A smirk that makes her weak stretches on his features. Tilting her head slightly she does just that. Erik's hands wander over her back, not really sure where to settle. Lucia's slender fingers thread through his locks. Her long nails scratching his skin lightly drawing noises of pleasure from him.

"Your nose is colder." She breathes after pulling away. He shakes his head laughing, his eyes twinkling with joy. Grabbing her hand he leads her in to the living room. "Because I am the nice guy I am I'll let you pick the movie we are watching tonight." Winking he pushes the remote into her small hands and walks over to the kitchen. She merely laughs as she settles on the couch. "Do you want tea or water or juice or wine?" He lists as he shuffles around looking for glasses.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so early? Water's fine." She chimes and goes through the list of movies available, Erik's laugh accompanying her.

After watching the movie, a light romcom Lucia picked, Erik gives her an apartment tour considering it is her first time visiting.

"And this is my old room. “ Standing at the door he motions around the room.

"It's nice. I mean. I would have never guessed you play hockey." She laughs pointing at the posters, medals and pictures scattered around.

"I used to share the room with my brother. It could've been his." He counters.

"Nah, I am pretty sure this is you." He walks over to her and takes a look at the picture, which caught Lucia's attention.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes smiling.

Stepping towards a bookshelf she lets her eyes wander over the different titles placed on the wooden surface. "Did you read a lot or is it your brother's?" Lucia teases.

"Not a lot, but some of those are mine."

"Not a book worm. Noted." She throws over her shoulder with a grin.

"I liked this one a lot, though." His voice is suddenly a lot closer than before and she jumps slightly. He reaches for a book taking it off of the shelf. Lucia turns noticing the soft smile sitting on his lips as his fingers run over the cover.

"Let's read then." She announces skipping over to the bed in the corner of the room.

"What? Now?" He turns to her confused.

"Why not?" She shrugs patting the spot next to her.

Shaking his head he walks over taking a seat next to her. "Do you want me to read or?"

"You can read?" She gasps faking a surprise.

"Aw come on! You're being very mean right now." He pouts.

"I am sorry." She presses a wet kiss on his cheek. He cringes, but doesn't object. "Gimmie the book, I'll read to you." She makes grabby hands looking directly at the item in Erik's hands.

"I'll trade the book for a kiss." He smirks proudly.

"Gosh you're such a child." Lucia rolls her eyes. "Fine." She sighs and shakes her head already leaning in.

"Last time I checked it was you being nineteen not me." He mumbles just before she presses her lips to his.

"Shut up and get comfy." She scolds finally getting her hands on the book.

He salutes and slides down on the bed. Placing his head on her stomach he hugs her waist. She threads her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp.

"Good?" She checks.

He hums into her belly, giving her clothed stomach a kiss.

Lucia opens the book and starts reading. Quite frankly their setting looks rather comical. A big man like Erik lying on his small girlfriend with his legs dangling off of his childhood bed. In one hand she holds the book and with the other she combs his hair. Every time she retreats her hand to turn a page Erik let's out a sound of protest, but she merely shushes him.

With Lucia's voice reading out loud his favorite story and Lucia herself as a pillow it was just a matter of time when sleep consumes Erik. The moment she takes notice of the soft snores leaving his lips she closes the book quietly. Careful as to not wake him she slips from the hold he has on her waist. After setting the book on a bedside table she tiptoes towards the door.

"You know, you can stay if you want." Erik's sleepy voice makes her stop in her tracks and he yawns.

"Um, I'd like that." She nods shyly and he gives her a warm smile.

"I'll find you some pajamas." He sits up stretching.

After a few minutes of rummaging through various drawers and a quick trip to a different room he is back with a pile of clothing in his hands.

She thanks him with a smile taking from him a rather big black T-shirt and cyclamen runner shorts with polka dot pattern. Her eyes linger on the shorts a beat longer and he speaks up. "Those are my sister's." Clearing his throat he scratches the back of his head.

"I figured. You don't seem like the kind of guy to go for pink shorts." Lucia snorts looking up at him. Rolling his eyes he lets out a laugh. "I mean, they wouldn't fit you even if you tried." Holding them up, she compares them to his broad form.

"Are you implying that I am fat?" He holds his palm to his chest in a mock offended gesture.

"No, I am saying, you have a booty of an athlete, which." She pauses to make her point. "I am not complaining about." She smiles throwing him a wink.

Coming closer his arms wrap around her waist bringing her close. "I knew you wanted me for my body." He scoffs.

"But of course babe." Running her free hand through his hair she gives his cheek a kiss. "Why else would I date you?"

"You're terrible, you know that?" Laughing his palms squeeze her hips.

She hums placing her palm and fist full of clothes on his muscular chest. "Actually, I remember you saying I was pretty amazing." Leaning in their foreheads touch.

"You must have misheard my words." His lips brush hers with barely any pressure.

"Are you sure about that?" With every sentence said their voices drop in volume and faces decrease the space between them.

"Pretty sure, yeah." It's a mere whisper as they finally kiss.

Stripes of soft yellow light coming in through the blinds are dancing on the faces of the two sleeping bodies under the covers on a bed way too small for two adults, but they manage. Shadows are moving on their skin with every breath they take.

Erik wakes up first. Blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the sight in front of him. Wrapped in his strong arms, with her blond head on his chest is lying his sleeping girlfriend. He admires her. Every detail. Her smooth skin, shiny hair, soft snores making their way through her parted lips, her mouth. Oh, the pink pillows that drive him insane every time they kiss. Everything. He adores every little thing about her. She is his perfect princess. His and his only. The thought makes his heart skip a single beat.

Lucia stirs. Dragging her eyelids open she searches with her eyes the source of heat next to her.

She finds him already looking at her with a soft look in his eyes and small smile dancing on his pretty pink lips.

"Dobré ráno." She muses biting her lip.

"Morning." Whispering his palm rubs her back. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did." She nods. She rolls, placing her right forearm on his chest and chin on the back of her palm.

"Did you?"

"With you in my arms? Like a baby." With his free hand he strokes her golden locks.

"Such a flirt right from the very start of a day." She teases, trying not to blush. To no avail.

"Can't help it." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "You make me flirtatious." A cheeky grin stretches on his features.

"Oh my God, why am I even dating you?" Lucia faceplants into the fabric of his T-shirt.

"For my body. I thought we established that yesterday?" He says it so nonchalantly she can't believe he actually said that.

"Such an idiot. Still brings me back to that question." She shakes her head, looking up at his face.

"And I will still give you the same answer." Lucia merely huffs at his stubbornness. "Well, maybe not the same." He backtracks pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, and what might your answer be then?" She tilts her head, green eyes bearing into his, voice laced with pure curiosity.

"I like you. A lot. That's why." He leans in pecking her lips. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"It doesn't hurt to be reminded once in a while." She shrugs, slight smirk creeping onto her features.

"I'll gladly remind you over and over again." He whispers, rolling over he pauses. "I like you." Kiss on the forehead. "I like you." Kiss on the cheek. "I like you." Kiss on the lips. "I like you." Kiss on the neck. "So much." Mumbling into her skin he proceeds to pepper her with kisses.

"I like you too." Grabbing the sides of his face she brings him to her eye level. "So much." She wraps her arms around Erik's neck, smiling into the kiss.

There is some rustling noise in the background and the sound of a door closing. He pulls away facepalming into Lucia's shoulder, groaning loudly. "Who's that?"

"One of my siblings, who apparently did not get the message of NOT coming back early." His words are muffled, but she hears them.

"Siblings?" Her eyebrow cocked in question.

He lifts his head. "Yeah, I have a sister too. I'll go kick whichever one of them is here's ass. Be right back." He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and climbs off of the bed.

"Hi, you're back early." Erik greets a brown-haired woman rummaging through kitchen cabinets. Leaning on the door frame he crosses his arms over his chest.

"It's noon." She snorts filling a glass with water.

"It's holidays." He says unamused.

"What are you a schooler?" Laughing she leans on the kitchen counter.

"Why are you here? Don't you dare say, because you live here." He warns.

Rolling her eyes she shrugs. "I wanted to meet the mysterious lady you're so head over heels for."

"So you thought you'd come in the morning unannounced." He finishes.

"It's noon."

"That's not the point. How are you so sure she even stayed?"

"Oh, please. I have known you for some time. Hockey players always charm girls into staying, especially you."

He rolls his eyes sighing heavily. "Just. Just be nice, I'd like to see her again."

Turning on his heels he walks back into the bedroom. He misses the surprised look painting his sister's face after his last sentence.

"So um, it's my sister and apparently she wanted to meet you. Are you okay with that?" He asks Lucia sort of skeptical, eyes darting all over the room.

"Well, I can't really sneak out through the window." She tries to joke implying it wouldn't be the smartest idea to try and climb out the window on the seventh floor. "It's okay, I'll just have to put myself together or something." Gesturing towards her appearance she then places her hands on his shoulders, his fingers wrapping around her wrists.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd show up." His apology is sincere just as the worry of what words might leave his sisters mouth.

"'S alright, that's what siblings do." Brushing it of she appears so calm and nonchalant about it all. "I'll be fine, don't worry." Pecking his lips she steps back to gather her clothes and heads for the bathroom. Not before he squeezes her hands in a supportive gesture.

Slipping into the bathroom she misses the silent exchange between the two siblings. Erik looks at Lucia's retreating figure with so much admiration the younger woman can't help, but shoot him a knowing look. At which merely he rolls his eyes smiling anyway.

After changing her clothes, brushing her hair and splashing her face with rather cold water Lucia emerges from the bathroom meeting both Černák siblings in their kitchen.

Erik approaches her placing his arm around her shoulders. "So this is my sister Simona, who was too anxious to meet you she came in unannounced." Giving her a pointed look Erik smiles at his sister just seconds later. "Simona, this is Lucka." Finishing the introductions he squeezes Lucia's shoulder as her hand finds his lower back.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Simona says with outstretched hand towards the younger blond.

"Nice to meet you too. I didn't know Erik had a sister, but now I see why he kept you a secret." Movement of Simona's hand pauses mid-air, eyes searching Lucia's face confused. "The most precious gems are always kept secret and locked away." She smiles brightly, but fists some of Erik's T-shirt as if her life depended on it. That is the first indication of her nervousness.

Simona still seems to be at loss for words, the big brother deciding to step in. "Let's eat something shall we?"

After breakfast Simona was convinced that Lucia was incredibly charming. She managed to charm her just like she has charmed her older brother. The way he kept stealing glances and staring at her as if her stuffing her face with cereals was the most beautiful piece of art was all she needed to know. Not only was he smitten by her, but the happiness radiated off of him in waves so big Simona thought she might get blown away. The admiration they had for each other was very clear on both of their faces. After all Erik has charmed Lucia just the same.

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A/N: So here goes the second part of Series 81. I hope you are enjoying the story of Erik and Lucia so far.

Other parts: Part 1

Translations:

Dobré ráno. - Good morning.

PS: I have posted the Valentine’s cake, Jessie!

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oldtypenewtype · 5 years ago

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7 years ago I had this article professionally translated. 1986 is considered to be one of if not THE defining years of the medium. In this article Newtype intervies 21 anime industry leaders to discuss what’s wrong with the industry, ways it can be fixed or just their gripes with with it all. A true snapshot of some of our anime heroes while they were younger.

*reposting article altogether in one post.*

アニメの予言者21人

21 Prophets of Anime アニメ大予言'86 Grand prophecy of Anime ‘86 今、アニメ界に求められているのは、こんな企画だ！私はこんな企画を出す！1986年のアニメ界をリードする21人が業界の問題点と自らの解決策を語る。これを読めばアニメの未来が見える。 This is the project needed by Anime world now! I propose this project! 21 leading personnel in Anime world in 1986 talk about problems in the industry and their solutions. You can see the future of Anime by reading this.

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(Article Title)

1985 was a flat year in the animation world. Let’s ask the hit makers who hit the home runs on how to put an end to this situation.

HAYAO MIYAZAKI (writer and director of “Laputa: Castle in the Sky”)

(Blurb)

What are the animated works that the young ones, the ten year olds to fifteen year olds want to watch? Doors will surely open if you keep them in mind.

It’s unthinkable that new hope can come out of TV when one episode from a TV series needs 3500 cells to be drawn. On the other hand, in movie theaters as well, there are no films that will mobilize moviegoers other than anime fans. I think that filmmakers have forgotten the basics of selling movies. Collaboration films intended for overseas markets are all the rage, and even though I want the fans who are in Japan to see these films, they can’t and all I’m left with is frustration. Only deterioration can come out of this situation. Actually, there isn’t even one anime today that is aimed at older kids in elementary school to kids in middle-school - the very kids who should be watching anime. (The anime available now) is aimed at younger kids at elementary school and then jumps straight into anime for college kid anime maniacs. It’s a tough time for fifteen year olds who are put aside by society. Twelve year olds to fifteen year olds are the kids who need the most comfort and yet the situation now is that they get their comfort from handheld video games. Those who produce animation are losing sight of their targeted audience. The remaining anime fans are making anime that they want to watch, and this is a symptom (of the present situation) that is beyond redemption. This is why video animation is still backward in terms of its production, and only its format is new.

If one has an earnest approach, children will definitely react. This is a real example - in a run-down middle school, in his morning greeting, a new principal said, “I don’t determine a person’s value by his or her grades or appearance”. Miraculously, all misbehavior was gone from that day’s afternoon onwards. What children want has always had just one theme - an adventure that saves the mind and heart.

(Caption for illustration at the top of the page)

The hero “Pazu” and heroine “Sheeta” from “Laputa: Castle in the Sky”. Mr. Miyasaki comments that “For a young lad, living at all times in itself is an adventure. The reason why Japanese adventure novels are boring is that the hero (in these novels) makes a living out of going on an adventure.”

SUGII GISABURO (executive director of “Touch”)

(Blurb)

What people want nowadays can’t be found in data. What is the secret of the hits “Night on the Galactic Railroad” and “Touch”?

Honestly speaking, if anything, I genuinely make animation to match my desires, not thinking that today’s animation is trending towards this way, or future animation should be this way. In other words, I think a great deal about my daily life, figuring out what is lacking and coming up with desires felt by everyone else. I just happen to be a person who creates, so I vent out those accumulated desires and discontent and let them combust in my work.

My works are quite heavy in terms of cycle and tempo, whether it be “Night on the Galactic Railroad” or “Touch”. I sometimes think if this kind of heaviness is ok or not. But that is because I have a desire for this heaviness, and also because I have this easy pleasure within me. Instead of work that is borne out of being hung up just on data, I think work that is borne out of my inner natural desires is more acceptable to people. In the meantime, “Touch” will be shown as an hour and a half movie in the spring so please look forward it.

ISAO TAKAHATA (producer of “Laputa”)

(Blurb)

Movies that make the mind and body come alive are what’s important. As for me, I am trying my hand at my first live action film. I am shooting a documentary.

I think nowadays, the thing that a lot of people working in anime has forgotten is the excitement they felt watching adventure movies when they were kids, the kind of excitement that even your body moved spontaneously. In that sense, I think that works such as Hayao Miyazaki’s films should be brought out to the rest of the world and after (producing his) “Nausicaa”, I am still producing. When kids’ minds are liberated, there’s no reason to think that they won’t spontaneously move. In this day and age dominated by computer games, a lot of kids’ play involve just using the brain and nerves so I’d like them to experience things that energizes the blood and makes the body dance. The difficulty is, I think it’s a difficult time now to have a situation in place wherein you let them experience adventure. If you can’t make people believe in the world portrayed onscreen, you can’t pull viewers into the adventure onscreen.

It’s not that I’m not doing my real job as a producer. I am now producing a live action documentary movie set in Yanagawa in Kyushu. It is about how our Japanese ancestors developed towns which utilized waterways. There is also a part in the movie that has graphic illustrations using anime. It’s less than 2 hours and is slated to be shown after the summer.

MAMORU OSHII (scriptwriter and director of “Angel’s Egg”)

(Blurb)

This is a warning!! Please reduce the number of collaboration animes before Japanese animation is annihilated.

If I’m going to be severe about it, I’d say that I want all collaboration animes gone.

Those who work in big studios and places with systems in place may not feel a sense of crisis yet. But in the case of freelance animators like us who work together and put together a workplace and disperse once our anime is done, a part of our actual work is outsourced. Recently however, the small video studios and finishing studios that we outsource to are loaded with collaboration work. Japanese animes can’t compete with collaboration animes in terms of profit so when that happens, we just have to rely on the goodwill of the studio bosses, or make them feel the same way we do with regards to the contents of our work, or by chance see an opening and aim for that, or appease them or plead with them. We can’t work in just that kind of a situation. That’s why it’s almost impossible to make highly compact and solid animes in Japan now. Even without going that far, it’s almost impossible to make even decent animes in the country today. In fact, anime TV series are almost all in shambles, and I can’t even be optimistic about the video quality of the anime we have now. In this kind of situation, I can’t help but seriously think if next year, our ideas can be made into anime.

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A girl from Mamoru Oshii’s original video anime “Angel’s Egg” (drawn by Seikou Nakura). Mr. Oshii revealed that he is having a hard time because there aren’t enough animators to make even just one anime video.

YOSHIKAZU YASUHIKO (director and screen director of “Arion”)

(Blurb)

I haven’t decided yet on what I will make after “Arion”. I will not take part in the new Gundam series.

I am very busy now with screen work for the anime “Arion” which will be shown in theaters on March 8th. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m conscious of the fact that this is my anime for 1985. Therefore, I haven’t decided yet on what my anime will be for 1986. I feel like I want to take a break for a year.

“Arion” is quite restrained for an anime to be shown in movie theaters. I’m happy that this movie is being touted as “the” main animation movie this spring but conversely, it’s a shame that there aren’t a lot of big anime movies for theaters. It’s already been decided that “Arion” is going to be shown in top-class movie theaters throughout Japan. It just shows how much anime has received recognition. I’d like to wait for animes that will pick up on this trend.

With regards to anime TV series, I was in charge of character design for “Z Gundam” this past year but I’ve decided not to be involved at all in the sequel’s new series. I think it’s better to relegate “Gundam” to the younger animators, starting with Hiroyuki Kitazume, who have grown so much in their craft. Now I sincerely think, if only someone as good as Kitazume were around eight years ago to help with “Gundam”, I would’ve been saved…

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The heroine “Lesfina” from “Arion”, which was produced, character designed and screen directed by Yoshikazu Yasuhiko. This is the drawing touched-up by Mr. Yasuhiko. As we have discussed in a series of character designers in last month’s issue, he breathes life into his anime characters, showing genius capabilities.

(Box at the lower left side of the page)

If there were animes like this I’d watch it!

MASAMI YUUKI (manga artist)

As a rule, the three things I’d like to see are: “something that isn’t originally from manga”; “robot animation that isn’t dark”; and “in one year, a collaborative anime by Osamu Dezaki and Akio Sugino for release in Japan”. I can watch TV anime while casually lying around but I’d like anime that I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of the screen, something that is both easy to watch and amusing. And as written in other magazines before, I’d like to see Mr. Hayao Miyazaki’s version of “Atragon”! (Translator’s note: “Undersea Warship” in Japan)

YUUKI KUDOU (actress and singer)

I’d definitely watch anime that’s fun to watch, anime that will make me happy. At any rate, I’d like a hero on the side of justice who will beat the hell out of the bad guys and put them in a bind.

RYOKO YAMAGISHI (manga artist)

If there were an anime like Disney’s “Fantasia”, I’d watch it!

Pages 48 & 49

(Article Title)

Major producers from each of the anime/production companies talk about their hits for 1986 and foresee what their companies will be producing

KENJI YOKOYAMA (Toei Animation Co.)

(Blurb)

The new hit TV show Gegege no Kitaro from the fall of 1985 which received top ratings reflects modern times.

This is what I’ve been thinking with the third conversion of Gegege no Kitaro into animation. One is the change in children’s thinking with regards to ghosts/monsters. Of course “Ghostbusters” and “E.T.” have influenced this change, and now kids consider ghosts almost as pets. So in this way I think that if you match the present mood and go in the direction of lighter anime, you’ll be able to create different things from before. Children’s lives are too managed now, so they’d want an outlet to vent too. And in a society that has too many things and where, if you have the money, you can buy anything, things like the Toyoda Company fraud scandal and shady investment journals can also be construed as monstrosities. This anime has this overall theme: In the ideal world of Kitaro, monsters, people, animals, grass and trees should all co-exist so I thought I’d have various new approaches within the anime.

As a new endeavor, our company is going into video anime. It’s called “Amon Saga” and we’re not just going to sell it in video format, (I’m also hoping) we can show it in any movie theater even for just one week otherwise it’ll just be too sad. Especially with regards to original works with names that aren’t well known, I think it’s dangerous to rely on just one production studio. After “Konpora Kid” ends, beginning February, we’re planning on animating “Kinka”, a serialized manga in the weekly magazine Shonen Jump.

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A figure from the very popular “Kitaro”. They can’t keep up with the demand for a ghost eraser that they’ve produced and now it is a hit product. It’s also been decided that there will be new movie releases for this anime in the New Year and in the spring.

EIJI YAMAURA (Nihon Sunrise Co.)

(Blurb)

Find common ground with your viewers and defeat this lethargic mood!

Sunrise has now expanded into six studios and at any given point in time, we plan to work simultaneously on two to three anime TV series, video anime, anime for movie theaters and collaboration anime. Overall, anime today is manga magazine-driven, so our question is how far can we go in staying on an original anime track. Robot animes have vastly decreased in number, so conversely, I think this is a chance for us to come out with epoch-making anime. I’d like to make anime that will allow us to seriously converse with our child viewers.

TOSHIMITSU SUZUKI (Artmic Co.)

(Blurb)

Making anime that will be understood by the whole world! The robot anime boom is shifting from transformation-type robots to robots that merge into one.

Speaking of Japanese products in the international market today, mechanical products come to mind. This is also true in the animation world since Japanese robot animes are extremely in vogue. Especially in the American market, they already have transformation-type robot animes, so animes that have robots that merge into one are new to them. We’ve already exported “Beast King GoLion”, following that, (we’re going to export) “Dancouga Super Beast Machine God”.

We at Artmic plan to make animation that can be exported to foreign markets and we also are also keeping in mind to configure these anime with universal values. The video anime “Gall Force” is the first step in that direction.

NOBUO INADA (Tokyo Movie Shinsha Co.)

(Blurb)

Our track remains the same - making collaboration animes for foreign countries but we also have new anime.

I can’t necessarily say that the present state of anime is good. But the passion for anime during the anime boom of “Gundam” and the like was an anomaly so I feel that the state of anime now is the real one.

As you may know, not only do we make anime for Japan but we also produce anime for foreign countries. It’s a difficult situation for us now to concentrate on anime just for Japan because of production costs. It can be said that Japanese anime should be improved from the very basic level.

In 1986, we plan to have “Little Nemo” and in the fall, an anime for movie theater release by the duo Desaki and Sugino. At any rate, we’re doing our best.

JUNZOU NAKAJIMA (Nihon Animation Co.)

(Blurb)

We’re aiming for improving the quality of our masterpieces and we’re also trying our hand at new anime!

As you may know, our company has mainly been making masterpiece animes for more than fifteen years but I think we’ve made a habit of making similar anime. But we’ve been able to improve on our animes’ degree of perfection precisely because of the buildup of our experience in animation. We’re also working hard on our technology, and on the authenticity of our masterpieces. At any rate, we’re trying to make anime that is still interesting to watch even after five or six years have passed. Next year, we plan on making “Pollyanna” after “A Little Princess Sara” ends, and a new SF series called “Space Sagittarius”. We’re also going to have one TV special around May.

HIROMICHI MOGAKI (Tsuchida Production Co.)

(Blurb)

Just like what we did in “Tsubasa” and “Kimengumi”, we’re adding our original flavor to animation adapted from manga!

Even with regards to animating manga, the time when you aren’t creative when adapting something is over - just like our approach to our anime “High School! Kimen”. In manga, the fun is enclosed in a comic cell. Differing from that, we were able to bring out fun that moves freely (in the anime format). (Our decision to) put two episodes in one anime has also been well-received. We are also planning to have an anime TV series next year but all will depend on how long “Captain Tsubasa” will last. Captain Tsubasa’s storyline is that the finals will end in March, and the European leg will begin. This will catch up with the manga version’s storyline so I’m thinking of making a new one or taking a temporary break.

MASAYASU SAGISU (Eiken Co., Ltd.)

(Blurb)

Please watch the cooking scenes in the manga “Oishinbo” animated in a live-action format.

The anime “Sazae-san” is going to be seventeen years old. I think that the things that last for a long time are not manga for boys or manga for girls but manga for adults such as “Sazae-san” that has a family theme. But there aren’t many of this kind of anime today.

There has been a lot of SF space anime but nowadays it’s quite possible for kids to go to space someday. But the world of “Sazae-san” where the grandma, the grandpa, the old maid and the troubles they encounter while living together is farther than space in today’s world of nuclear families. Conversely, this makes Sazae-san’s storyline fresh.

For next year’s anime, we are developing our plans to animate Mr. Shinji Wada’s manga “Pigmalio”. We’d also like to do SF action animes, and a totally new genre - animating Big Comic Spirit’s serialized manga “Oishinbo”. Following a ten-year cycle, monster animes might come out next year but we’d like to try out new genres.

HIROSHI KATO (Ashi Production Co.)

We are developing original videos for the anime “Dancouga”

Our company has concentrated mainly on original anime and we are continuing with this direction in 1986 and beyond. Even though our animes are popular, I don’t know why we are edited a lot. Even “Dancouga” which originally had fifty-two episodes was reduced to thirty-eight and the final story was changed. We are going to sell a one and a half hour video in March and we’d like to include the real final story in it. Seventy percent of animators in Japan today are working on collaboration anime. The pay (for collaboration anime) is more than double, so we have to do something about it.

TOSHIHIRO NAGAO (Kaname Production Co.)

I’d like to see different kinds of SF anime. “Windaria (Once Upon a Time)” is the first step in that direction.

Generally speaking, I’d like to go with polar opposites - simplistic anime that has funny gags and anime that explores heavy themes. I think our company would like to take a short break after “Windaria” ends and then we’re going to do a lighter anime. We’ve also talked little by little about producing an anime TV series, but can we really do it with the present situation? Companies we outsource to are doing a lot of collaboration anime and we don’t have the confidence that we will win the price war and if we dabble in (anime TV series) incorrectly, it will be a death blow. With this situation, it seems like we will be concentrating on video anime for now. With regards to the direction of our anime, we’d like to consider doing SF anime with our own touch and foray into different parts, for example, making modern anime like “Radio City Fantasy (Machikado no Marchen)” that merges footage and music.

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“Mujigen Hunter Fandora”, one of the original video anime from Kaname Production Co..It is said that the second part will be released in March.

YUUJI NUNOKAWA (Studio Pierrot)

(Blurb)

“Magical Emi, the Magic Star” will end in February. We’re working on the anime that will follow this.

Ever since our “Dallos” anime, anime in the video anime genre have increased, and it’s becoming more and more difficult to foresee what’s ahead. But I feel our viewer base will return to children after the continuous increase in anime fans.

In our animes’ genres, it seems that we foray into unprincipled things but through trial and error, we are at that stage where we are aiming for our own style. In 1986, we plan to stop producing transformation-style anime after “Emi” and we are now working on an anime with a witch theme, with a nod to our very first anime. We have also decided that we will make a sequel to “Rumic World”.

(Box at the lower left side of the page)

If there were animes like this I’d watch it!

MIKI TORI (manga artist)

And yet there are only a few animes wherein you can feel each anime’s distinct character. I understand that anime is a group effort, but like manga, the director’s tastes dominate. If the time comes when the writer can say “that is good but this is also good”, I think that anime will become more vibrant.

AKIO YOSHIDA (manga artist)

If I’m going to watch, I might change the channel if they’d revive anime like the long adventure animes of Toei. It would feel just like watching the movie “Mothra”.

YUKI SAITO (actress and singer)

I was in a manga research group when I was in high school so all I watched were anime from Sunrise. I like “Gundam” and “Ideon”. If there were anime in that vein, I think I’d be obsessed again.

Pages 50 & 51

(Title)

A Glance at the Anime World: The Hit men and their Predictions

SHOJI KAWAMORI

(Blurb)

It’s important to have interesting anime that will be universally accepted!

I haven’t really watched TV anime these past two years. Once you get rid of a habit, it’s not good. Once you distance yourself from anime, you won’t even be able tell which anime is good and which is bad. It’s scary to think that I’ve been watching anime by force of habit.

I also haven’t watched that many video animes to be fussy about it but I feel that video animes have become closer in form to manga. I can’t say though that it’s already at the serialized manga level, but it’s just a matter of time. But if you’re going to make video anime and you don’t make it differently from TV anime, it will be a waste. Probably change the design a bit…just like what Mr. Oshii is doing. Once your attempts go beyond the realm of attempting things and once you’ve achieved something basic, I think we’d probably be able to see the direction of video anime for the first time. If I were to create video anime, I’d like to make a short sixty minute one, something that is highly concentrated and can’t be fully “digested” in a TV anime format. Sixty minutes is too short for a movie and too long for TV, and I think it is a length that is untapped and put aside.

Compared to video, TV’s strong point is that you can make serialized anime on TV. Nicely put, TV is a medium wherein if you don’t have “ordinariness” (badly put, “mass appeal”) you won’t succeed so in this sense TV is a more demanding form of media than video. I also don’t like the trend wherein anime that don’t appeal to the masses are turned into video anime. I think that video anime should also have universal appeal.

For 1986, if there are proposals that come my way, I’ll do them. I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to do.

TOMOKO KONPARU

(Blurb)

With regards to video anime, I have “The Super Girl” and I’d like to try my hand at a new kind of animal anime.

Anime is said to be on a low note right now but I think that the number of anime being produced now is just right because there was a time when the anime that was being produced went over the production capabilities of those in the anime world. I even think that the number should be reduced by just a little bit more, but only if the quality is improved. It seems that 30 animes will be released in 1986, but I think that in terms of quality, (those that aren’t good) will be culled.

I don’t have any children yet but as a housewife I don’t think that anime has a bad influence on children. Since I was little, I myself grew up watching anime. Even now, from the standpoint of someone making anime, I don’t want to forget about the children. But on the other hand, I also think that mothers who just park their kids in front of the TV to watch anime isn’t good either.

The anime following “Hai Step Jun” will be “Maple Town”, an animal anime but I don’t want it to be anime with just “good” characters in it. I want to try making anime for young girls, which will be a new thing for me.

ICHIRO ITANO

(Blurb)

There must be anime that only young animators can do!

I think that mass media has a very strong influence on children. I want people to be more conscious of that. I feel that anime that is being made today just to make money is overly increasing - animators don’t question things, or assert themselves. An extreme example is the Lolita complex boom of late. If a person is being shown something like (a Lolita anime) from way back (from childhood), that person’s imagination takes precedence instead of the ability to adapt to another human being, and stress builds up as a result. I think we should oppose this current reality, and as for myself, I plan to try different things. I wonder what I’d be able to do before I turn thirty-five, and I also think that you can learn from failure.

MITSURU KANEKO (MK Productions)

(Blurb)

The computer is absolutely infiltrating the anime world.

It’s possible to think that in the future, the possibilities of computer graphics will first be used in the industrial fields. For example, the depth maps of the Japan Coast Guard just have numbers on them now but if you input these numbers into a computer, you’ll be able to see valleys (under the sea) that continue for miles as video images. And if this (technology) presses forward, for example, there is an (American) masterpiece special effects movie called “Fantastic Voyage” wherein they (physically) made the sets and then shot the film but in the future, you can make the movie set by inputting data in a computer.

Speaking of another side (of this technology), take the example of video images shown on large screens that have been demonstrated at an expo. Just like what was shown in the expo, video images and 3D images shown on dome-like screens can only be made using a computer.

In this way, the spotlight is now aimed at anime as a means to (showcase technology). Animation’s possibilities will also become limitless as it will need to respond to the diversification of people’s demands.

(Caption for illustration on the right side of the page)

This is Cindy, a young girl from a biker gang in the anime “Megazone 23 Part 2”. Mr. Yasuomi Umetsu’s character design is original, as personified in this drawing. This anime has a different kind of appeal compared to Part 1.

KEISUKE FUJIKAWA (scriptwriter of the anime “Once Upon a Time” or “Legend of Fabulous Battle Windaria”)

I researched and compared the recent trends, the trend in fans’ consciousness about anime and anime programs and from around last year, it seems like the age of wanting “salvation” has come. I think that in so many ways, we are being stifled and we are seeking breakthroughs. I think that how anime as a medium is going to lift this issue up is going to be important. Even “Once Upon a Time”, which we will show in 1986, takes up issues of the present times. I’m putting emphasis on what I will say to the youth of today through SF that has stories of people in it instead of just hardcore SF. For this year and the next, I’d like to dig into aspects of the youth in different ways. I’d like to make anime that makes viewers think that there is something out there that matches their present selves perfectly.

(Caption for illustration on the left side of the page)

This is Anasu, the heroine of “Windaria”. Illustrated by Ms. Mutsumi Inomata, this character personifies the pure themes of Mr. Fujikawa’s anime.

YOSHINOBU NISHIZAKI (producer)

(Blurb)

I’d like to make a video anime that will be a preview of a movie theater anime

With regards to “Odin: Photon Sailor Starlight”, I didn’t make excuses and I haven’t commented on it but there are clear reasons why that movie ended in failure. That anime was originally a one-hour program, twelve episode TV anime - in other words, it was an anime made to be aired for twelve hours. I think there was a big mistake in the producers’ thinking that they could digest this into a two and a half hour movie.

I used to say that after 1955, there wouldn’t be a hit anime made for movie theaters. The same thing is about to happen in the video anime world. If the overproduction of low-quality anime continues, there will definitely be a backlash. It seems that the most basic idea during planning anime has been forgotten. And this basic idea is this: things expressed through anime must rouse people’s imaginations.

We’re planning on releasing an anime for movie theaters on July 9, 1986 based on “Desler”*. But before that we’re planning on selling a promotion video about the movie in April. In making this video, budgetary issues, which have always been a concern in video animes, have been set aside so I’m planning on making it in the same high-quality as the movie. I’m also thinking of releasing a trailer of the movie at the same time.

*Translator’s note: Desler is a character in the anime “Space Battleship Yamato”.

(Box at the lower left side of the page)

If there were animes like this I’d watch them!

FUJIHIKO HOSONO (manga artist)

I like the works of Mr. Hayao Miyazaki. I heard that he said that he wanted to make an anime about the Period of Warring States (in Japanese history) so if that anime is made, I’d definitely want to watch it. Personally, I’d also like Mr. Miyazaki to make ninja anime. With regards to other animators, I like Mr. Mamoru Oshii, the one who made “Beautiful Dreamer.

SHOJOTAI (a singer/actress trio)

Reiko: Among animated characters, I like Peter Rabbit. I’d like Peter to guide me into a dreamy nature scene.

Miho: I really like Phillips. I’d like to plunge into a world adventure with a kitty cat.

Tomo: More than anything, I like Snoopy. I’d watch any number of animes with Snoopy in it. I’d like to watch happy animes.

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gluupor · 5 years ago

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Okay, first off I have to say that you are one of my favorite fic authors EVER, and most definitely my absolute FAVORITE andreil/aftg author. Your writing and characterization is absolutely AMAZING!!! I also have what I think might be an amazing fic idea for you: an andriel Ladyhawke!au, starring former captain of the guard Andrew who is a wolf by night, and Young Lord Neil who is a hawk or fox by day. And they were cursed by Riko

I haven’t ever actually seen this movie but I have read a stucky ladyhawke au and I skimmed the imdb page, so I’m basically an expert.

Kevin waited until he couldn’t hear any movement in the trees before he stopped pretending to sleep. He had to sneak away while the blond brute—Andrew, he’d finally admitted he was called—wasn’t watching him. He was mildly grateful that Andrew had seen fit to break him out of jail, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what the short yet intimidatingly muscular mercenary wanted with him.

He quickly surveyed the makeshift campsite for the awful raven that Andrew seemed to keep as a pet—a huge bird, as big as a cat, with a vicious-looking beak and unsettlingly intelligent eyes—but the bird had flown off into the surrounding forest at the same time that Andrew had left to patrol at sundown. Not that Kevin could see if the raven had returned in the dark; it could be watching him from the darkness for all he knew. It had spent most of the day perched on the pommel of Andrew’s saddle, sleeping with its head under its wing; it was probably wide awake and hunting.

Kevin had spent the first part of his day trapped in jail and awaiting the public flogging he’d been sentenced to—a sentence he’d received for little more than being a known associate of Prince Riko. He’d had no idea how much animosity the peasant folk in the outlying areas had toward the royal family. Kevin had come to the town looking for refuge, cradling his shattered hand (a parting gift from the livid prince) against his chest, on his way to Palmetto. He’d only found anger and hostility.

The second part of his day had begun with Andrew showing up outside of his jail cell, keys in hand and no sign of the jailer with him. He was dressed all in black and had a massive raven perched on his shoulder. His face was impassive but he held the bearing of a trained guard and Kevin had thought for a wild moment that Riko had sent someone to rescue him. His theory was quickly disabused as Andrew bound him with rope, dragged him out of the jail, and lashed him to a horse, before mounting his own horse and hurrying them out of town. For the rest of the day, Andrew only said three sentences to him.

The first time Kevin managed to get a reaction out of him was when the raven briefly woke and idly circled Kevin a couple times before landing on his shoulder. Kevin tried to shy away from its talons.

“Sit still,” Andrew commanded.

Kevin swallowed nervously and obeyed. The raven peered at him curiously but made no move to peck out his eyes. “You stole this bird,” declared Kevin. All trained ravens belonged to the crown. Andrew didn’t reply. “Otherwise, how is it so well behaved?” pressed Kevin.

At that, Andrew snorted derisively but he still didn’t answer.

“You’re taking a stupid risk,” Kevin warned. “You’ll be flogged for stealing from the crown. The raven must be theirs.”

“No,” said Andrew quietly, “he isn’t. They only think he is.”

At that the raven quorked and took to the air. He circled above them for several minutes before coming to a rest in front of Andrew again. Andrew stroked its feathers almost reverently.

The only other thing that Kevin heard from him was when they stopped in a clearing for the night. Then he finally learned Andrew’s name and Andrew told him to get some sleep and stay in the campsite.

He didn’t know why Andrew took him or what he was planning on doing with him, but he wasn’t sticking around to find out.

He tiptoed out of camp, making it about three steps into the surrounding trees when he was halted in place by a low, menacing growl. All the hair on his body stood up straight and he narrowly avoided soiling himself as a large, blonde wolf stepped from the shadows into the light from the camp’s crackling campfire. Kevin’s blood ran cold and he took a cautious step back, wondering how long he had before the beast was on him. It was large for a wolf, its hulking shape standing higher than his hip and made of corded muscle.

“I’m pretty sure Andrew warned you to stay here,” said a low, amused voice from behind him.

Kevin whirled, keeping the wolf in his sights, to find a man he’d never seen before had appeared from nowhere and was now sitting on a log next to the fire, poking at it with a stick.

“Wha—Who—How—” he couldn’t gather his wits enough to form a full sentence.

“If you’re not going to sleep, then come sit,” offered the strange man. When Kevin didn’t move at first, he spoke again, more sharply, “Sit, Kevin.”

Kevin dumbly stumbled forward and sunk onto the ground beside the man. The wolf loped after him, brushing by Kevin’s side and making him shiver. The wolf lay at the man’s feet, nudging at the man’s hands.

“Yes, you’re very fearsome,” said the man as he scratched behind the wolf’s ears.

“Who are you?” Kevin managed to stutter.

“I’m Neil,” said the man, his attention still on the wolf, “Andrew’s travelling companion.”

“I didn’t see you before,” protested Kevin, watching with wide eyes as the wolf settled with a huff, eyes falling closed in pleasure at Neil’s ministrations.

“I’m good at camouflaging myself,” said Neil, sounding amused again. “I saw you, though.”

“That’s less comforting than you think.”

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to be comforting.”

Kevin grimaced. “Is that wolf yours?” he asked, still watching it warily.

“He’s his own,” said Neil.

“But he obeys you?”

“Only if I ask nicely,” answered Neil enigmatically. “He won’t let any harm come to me—or you, as long as you cooperate.”

“Cooperate with what?” demanded Kevin, more than ready for some answers.

“You are Lord Kevin Day, formerly the head of Prince Riko’s personal guard, are you not?” asked Neil.

Kevin didn’t reply; his former title hadn’t granted him any favours recently.

Neil didn’t seem to need his confirmation. “You know the layout of Castle Evermore like the back of your hand. You know the way in, guard shifts, secret passages…”

“So what?” asked Kevin suspiciously, already seeing where this was going. Riko might have turned on him but he wasn’t about to betray the rest of the royal family.

“So we need to get in.”

“Why?”

Neil only smiled at him, a sharp, cruel smile that sparked recognition in Kevin’s hindbrain. He’d seen that exact smile before, on an older face that had always terrified him.

“Butcher,” he breathed out.

The wolf was on its feet immediately with a warning growl. Neil tensed before forcibly relaxing. “No,” he said, putting a calming hand on the wolf’s flank.

“But you are, aren’t you?” insisted Kevin. “The son of Lord Nathan Wesninski, the King’s Butcher?”

Neil paused, watching his fingers twine in the wolf’s coat. “I was,” he admitted reluctantly.

“But everyone knows you’re dead!” exclaimed Kevin.

Neil punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow,” muttered Kevin, rubbing it sullenly.

“Does it feel like I’m dead?” asked Neil. “No, I’m very much alive, but go ahead and tell me what ‘everybody knows’.”

“You were betrothed to Prince Riko,” started Kevin when it became clear that Neil was serious in his request, “but one of your guards fell in love with you. When you made it clear that you loved only Riko, he…didn’t take no for an answer.” The wolf, who had settled down after his aggression, started growling again. Neil shushed it and stroked its head. “He, uh,” Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly, “he killed you and then himself so that Riko could never have you.”

“And this is what everyone knows?” said Neil dryly. “Riko has more imagination than I suspected. It is true that my guard fell in love with me—but I fell in love with him right back.” The wolf hmphed contentedly and laid its giant head across Neil’s lap. “And I never felt anything but contempt for Riko; who could?”

Kevin felt almost compelled to argue, before he stretched out his wounded hand and kept silent. “So you ran away? You and your guard? Where is he?”

Neil gave him a look that made him feel two inches tall. “You remember Andrew, right? Blond guy, broke you out of jail today?”

“Oh,” said Kevin stupidly. He couldn’t imagine Andrew as the dashing hero that had caused Nathan Wesninski’s only son to run away in a fit of love.

Neil rolled his eyes. “And we didn’t quite get away unscathed. Riko had his revenge.”

“He does that,” said Kevin in a strangled voice.

“What do you know about curses?” asked Neil.

Kevin started at the seeming non-sequitur. “Not much.”

“Did you know that the easiest way to break a curse is to kill the caster?”

“I—” Kevin cut himself off, realization hitting him. “That’s why you want to break into Castle Evermore. That’s why you need me; I know how to get to Riko’s chambers. He put you under some kind of curse? Is that why I couldn’t see you before?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t do it,” declared Kevin. “I won’t go back there, ever. For any reason.”

Neil hummed thoughtfully. “Where were you going?” he asked.

“What?”

“When you were sneaking out of camp, where were you going? Or were you just going to wander aimlessly?”

“I…I was going to Palmetto,” admitted Kevin. “Lord Wymack will give me sanctuary.”

“Alright then,” said Neil, leaning forward. His eyes glittered in the light from the fire. “We have a deal for you. Get us into Castle Evermore and we’ll protect you. No one will hurt you ever again. And once we’re finished, we’ll deliver you safely to Palmetto.”

“…What if I say no?” asked Kevin.

The wolf lifted its head and gave Kevin what appeared to be a grin, showing all its pointy teeth.

“Wouldn’t you rather be on our side?” asked Neil lightly.

“Are you sure Andrew will agree? Where is he, anyway?”

Neil grinned and looked down at the wolf. “He’s around. He’s protecting the camp. And he’ll protect you, if you agree to our deal.”

“And the wolf? He won’t hurt me?”

“You’re safe from the wolf and the raven as well.” There was something in his voice that Kevin couldn’t identify. “As long as you help us.”

“Help you kill the prince,” Kevin pointed out.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

He would have, up until very recently. But Riko had become increasingly erratic ever since his betrothed had been killed (or run away, apparently) and was becoming a danger to all around him. Kevin’s own injury had occurred as he’d tried to curb the prince from murdering innocents. In his heart of hearts, Kevin knew he had to be stopped. He shook his head once. “I’ll help you,” he whispered.

“Good,” said Neil, looking pleased. “You should get some rest; I’ll keep watch.” His words seemed to be more aimed at the wolf than at Kevin, but that was absurd. Kevin was probably just imagining things after his hectic day.

“Okay,” he said, standing and brushing himself off. “Goodnight,” he said around a yawn.

“Sleep,” said Neil. “We have a long road ahead of us.”

#aftg #tfc #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #my fic #bits #cw allusion to rape #cw allusion to murder #cw allusion to suicide #anon #asks

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revisionaryhistory · 5 years ago

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Three Days ~ 16

*~*Sebastian*~*

I really should be given a lot of credit for how long I stayed away from Emma.

Day one I couldn't stop holding her hand. Day two I had to touch her. Day three all I want to do is hold her. Well, not all I want.

Since I woke up with her in my arms there's a part of my brain constantly on the look out for how to get her back there. I have to admit I’m not super confident because my brain has failed me numerous times in trying to figure out kissing her. Had it helped me out with the kissing I wouldn't be so fucking desperate to hold her. Probably wouldn't be talking so much to myself either, but that isn't really unusual. Maybe just different topics.

My mom is having fun with this. I'm not always translating everything she says. She told me Emma was beautiful and she understood why I hadn't come home. She told me I had to work for at least an hour before I could see her. Then she sent her to the opposite side of the house from me and stood guard across the hall.

When I was "allowed" to see Emma again I scared the shit out of her. It was fucking hilarious. When I grabbed her into my arms I held her head against my chest so maybe she wouldn't know I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing until she ran her hands down my back. It was the same barely there sensual touch that went from my shoulder diagonally down and around to the side of my stomach. I closed my eyes to enjoy it and imagined it didn't stop there. So when she led me into the guest room, a room with a bed, it took every ounce of self-control in my body not to throw her on the bed and cover her with me.

The picture snapped me out of those thoughts. It had been years since I’d seen it. It was full of happy memories of a good time in an otherwise gray period. I wasn't old enough and I think mom shielded me from much. She tried to make whatever food we got something fun for us to build meals around. It wasn’t that we didn’t have food. We didn’t have a lot and we didn’t have choices. We played a form of bingo with what we'd get. Meat, dairy, and fruit were coveted. Except that one weird cheese that we got every six weeks or so. Nothing made it not horrible.

I can't remember telling any other girlfriend about how the beach in a communist country taught me freedom and curiosity that culminated in me being in a NASA movie. Coolest thing ever. Now I’m in the guest room telling secrets I barely remember. Frightening secrets for a kid. There's really no way to escape that without carry some things with you. I don't talk much about Romania because I don’t remember much, but what I do remember I don’t really want to talk about. I wonder if my mom planted the picture for me to share a happy memory.

I dropped Emma off at the kitchen and went back to the family room. Anthony and I headed out to the garage to find a couple of things he knew were missing from the room. Back inside we started arranging things. The kitchen wasn't far away. Every so often I'd catch words or a sentence. They were talking about winters and snow removal. I listened closer when mom asked where and how long she'd lived here. Nothing I didn't know. As Emma explained where her place was, she told mom about local shops and answered questions about the area. Very sweet.

Meanwhile in the family room we got things arranged based on where the TV hung on the wall and came to the realization it was all wrong. I yelled for mom. Emma followed her into the room. Mom looked around, "This is all wrong."

A ridiculous amount of time later we'd rearranged everything. The only thing left was for me to move the TV and rewire everything. I'd be an expert by the time we were done. Mom suggested a break and went to get beers.

I flopped onto the couch and when it looked like Emma was going to sit too far away, I grabbed her hand to pull her closer. Damn near landed her in my lap. Wouldn't have been a bad thing. I recreated the scene from the bench last night with my arm around her shoulder and her holding my hand. That left each of us with a free hand for beer. Emma turned a little where she was leaned against me and laid her head back on my shoulder. I buried my nose in her hair, breathing her in until mom brought back beer.

I doubt this was what Emma had in mind when I suggested she come with me. Mom and Anthony were talking so I gave Emma's shoulders a squeeze to get her attention. "Not much of a rest day for you. I'm feeling selfish. I wanted to spend more time with you.” I was coming clean. I wasn't going to apologize because that would be a lie.

She smiled, a sweet almost shy smile, that made my stomach flutter. "I wanted to spend more time with you too." Her smile tuned to a smirk, "So don't suggest taking me home unless you're ready for me to leave. I'm enjoying myself."

"No problem."

Mom's voice broke the moment, "Emma, have you had Romanian food? We were thinking dinner and a movie. If my son gets the TV hooked up."

"You've just given me motivation, mom."

I felt Emma laugh more than heard her. "No, I haven't and sounds great. Thank you."

Anthony stood up, "Let's get back at it."

Mom excused Emma from the kitchen after Anthony and I got the TV sorted. He went to his office. Mom stayed in the kitchen and I got an assistant for hanging shit and putting up books. There were an obscene number of books. Thankfully they were sorted into boxes in a way that made alphabetizing them by author not so much a pain in the ass. The ease with which Emma alphabetized the titles within each author was super hero like. My job was to hand them to her. By the respectful way she handled them I knew she loved books. She took a stack from me, "Do you like to read?"

I nodded, "I've read most of these. I’ve always liked to read. I do a lot of reading to research characters.”

"Like what?"

I went with the most obvious. "For the Winter Soldier and Bucky I read a lot about psychopaths and PTSD. They’re really two different characters, maybe four.. True crime procedural stuff for Destroyer. Way more space shit than I needed for the Martian. Loved the book."

"Do you prefer non-fiction to fiction?"

"Pretty equal. I'm usually reading a couple of books at a time. I switch back and forth. I love Harlan Coben from before they were making his books movies. Have you read anything of his?"

Her eyes shifted up as she thought. "The one that was a French film. His wife dies then like ten years later he gets a message."

At the same time we said, "Tell No One."

I continued, "Loved that one. He writes lots of those thriller mysteries and has a series about a detective. Lots of humor and his best friend is a millionaire sociopath. Those are fun. Always reread classics and my favorite novel is changing all the time. A lot of mindfulness, Buddhism."

Her eyes lit up, "Have you read Illusions by Richard Bach?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"It was written in the seventies. We passed it around in college. Once you read it you had to buy a copy, highlight some of your favorite bits and give it away. Basically, a Messiah is training his replacement. He gives him a handbook only the pages are empty, except when he opens it, he finds answers."

"I think you can do that with anything. Even a newspaper." This was turning into another one of those great conversations like music and movies. I knew it would.

She was nodding quickly, "Me too. It is full of short insights. My favorite is "You're never given a wish without the power to make it come true. You might have to work on it, however." It's a faux Christian eastern religion self-help novel."

I laughed, "That's great."

"Yeah, we'd get high at frat parties and talk in Illusion and movie quotes." She snorted laugh.

"Did you break into the pantry for snacks like we did?"

"Of course. Always cheese."

I was amused by the thought of Emma as a grunge loving stoned psuedo intellectual. Made me remember my days as an 80's music loving stoned theater major space nerd. College was fun.

Back to books. "What's your guilty pleasure reading?"

"This is my Jessie's Girl." We shared a smile. "I love paranormal romance."

"Paranormal romance? "I repeated." Ghosts and shit?"

"Oh no. Vampires, dragons, shapeshifters."

I couldn't hide my smile, "Way worse than Jessie's Girl."

She glared at me, "It's close."

Her glare turned to a smile then a laugh and I had to hug her. I wanted to hold on to the moment, take in how much fun this was. The conversation, the teasing. She felt like an old friend I'd just met. Only with a lot more sexual attraction. The kind that had me noticing how every curve of her body was pressed against me. Had me wanting to run my hands on top of her clothes before moving underneath them. Wishing she'd slide her hand under my shirt so I could feel her touch my skin.

I took a step back, "Hit me with the details."

She laughed again, "There's two series I love. Some variation of a testosterone filled alpha male who thinks he's rescuing a woman who ends up being his soulmate and saves him. One is grounded is Greek mythology and finding his mate can literally free his soul and the other creates its own mythology. One or both always have a heartbreaking past, there's something they have to go through, and then the happy ending. They're well written and incredibly satisfying."

"Do you believe in that?"

She drew her eyebrows together, "Happily ever after?"

I shook my head, "Soulmates."

Emma looked at the ceiling, screwed up her face, then looked back at me. "The chickenshit answer is people come into our lives for a reason and go away when they’ve served their purpose."

I wasn't so sure. "Not necessarily chickenshit."

"I meant the safe answer.” She bit her lip and continued, “I do believe in soulmates. But I don't think there's necessarily one person for anyone. A soulmate a twenty might be different than a soulmate at forty. People change and grow, so it makes sense your perfect partner might not stay perfect. You can grow together or grow in different directions. I'm a hopeful romantic."

I liked that. "I think some people use the concept of soulmate to not work for it. It takes a lot of work and vulnerability to be with another person. Hell, to be with yourself. It's hard to be honest with yourself sometimes, forget about laying yourself bare to another person." I shook my head, not believing the strange direction this had gone. "I'm not always that brave."

We'd gone from laughter to this intensely intimate place. I'm talking about how difficult it can be to be vulnerable, which is a very vulnerable thing to do. Maintaining eye contact was hard.

"Everyone struggles with being brave.”

The matter of fact way she spoke reminded me of the gym when we were talking about insecurities. This was the second time I’d shared something and she didn’t try to convince me I was wrong. She accepted what I’d said as true for me. She’d accepted me. Well, now, there’s a thing. I smiled. “I think it’s about finding someone you’re ok being afraid with and is brave enough to be afraid too."

Slowly she started to smile, “Awfully deep conversation we’re having.”

“No shit! How the fuck did we get here?” I shook my head and laughed. “I think we were talking about Jessie’s Girl.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” She joined in laughing before learning forward to lay her forehead on my shoulder.

I put my hand on the back of her neck and leaned my head against hers.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction

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vidaflxwer · 5 years ago

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For the writers ask thing: pulitzer, backstory, faulkner, record, mifflin, and notepad! (I hope they're not too many😅)

(THIS IS NOT TOO MANY DARLING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT WRITING SO THANK YOU SO MUCH...)

pulitzer: i’m gonna link a google doc with a few of the poems i’ve written that i’m the proudest of (which please feel free to tell me which ones you enjoy the most! i’m always curious about what appeals most to people in terms of my work) but one of them has quite the story. i wrote it when i was fourteen. i’d just joined my school’s literary magazine at the request of my friends, who adored my writing and wanted to break me out of my fanfic writing shell, and our first day there, the teachers supervising the club gave us some time to just each work on a little writing piece or drawing! i don’t really know where the concept of the poem i wrote came from - i was really into creepypastas at the time so i’m sure it’s slightly inspired by them - but all i know is everyone was extremely surprised at how quickly i’d finished it. while my friends were still working, i was already done and i had twenty minutes to kind of relax and do whatever i wanted. little did i know though that we were all going to share our work with each other, and i didn’t put my name on the piece i’d written. not even three minutes after we’d put all of our work on these desks in the middle of the room, does one of the teachers pick up my poem and ask, “who wrote this?” i didn’t want to come forward and admit it was me, i’d backed into a corner of the room the moment i saw her pick up my poem, but my friends pushed my forward and i admitted it was mine. and she just asked me why i didn’t put my name on it, and i looked at her all confusedly and she went, “you shouldn’t be trying to hide this talent. this is such a beautiful poem.” and at this point i was freaking out even more because i hadn’t really wanted to submit anything to the magazine, but she asked me to type it up for her so that it could be in the magazine. everyone adored that poem. i still don’t know why, but i always make jokes about it because it eerily reminds me of a character i fell in love with years after i’d written it.

it’s the first poem in this document, by the way! i put four poems in here, all in chronological order from oldest to newest, that i actually don’t hate! so enjoy!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/12Bip1QZ6l9L7VJtfFnqyTgxqrJEMXA8GTmDBamlMrig/edit?usp=sharing

backstory: ah, well. this is going to be a bit of a bittersweet story, but you’ll come to learn why writing’s so important to me. when i was in elementary school, i lost all of my friends midway through 4th grade, leaving me with no one in 5th grade. but in 5th grade, we got this assignment to work on writing three haikus that we had to turn in for a grade. and, for whatever reason, that assignment made me fall in love with writing. i’d been an avid reader before that, there was hardly a weekend that passed that i wasn’t at the library or a bookstore, but never a writer. i don’t really know why but i never felt like i had it in me. but something about that assignment, about turning that paper in and seeing the mistakes come back in red ink, made me want to work harder than i ever had in my entire life. i bought a cheap dollar store notebook and spend every recess sitting at a picnic table underneath the shade of a tree, trying to perfect my poems. to make them the best they could be. and from there, writing just became what i used to distract myself from being lonely. i’m so thankful to this day that i actually found something i was so passionate about, because up until that point i didn’t really have “my thing”. i didn’t care for playing instruments, didn’t care for singing, didn’t care for sports. i just loved reading and watching tim burton movies over and over again. so to have finally found something that i felt so connected to, and to see how far i’ve come since then, it really brings tears to my eyes. especially because i can’t tell you how many times writing’s saved me from myself.

faulkner: i don’t really do tropes in my work but, my guiltiest pleasure that appears a whole lot would be the whole “sadistic doctor or teacher” thing. mostly because my favorite character ever is a sadistic doctor. i’m aware i have bad taste. i rather enjoy cruel princes, too. and older villains taking in younger kids off of the streets and raising them up to be the next generation of villains. it’s a specific type of found family that i’m very weak for. i basically like villains. can you tell i like villains? because i love villains.

record: oh absolutely! i love writing pieces based off of songs! nothing but thieves inspires a whole lot of my work, just because i really emotionally connect with their music. especially take this lonely heart from what did you think when you made me this way and hostage from their self-titled. but often times i’ll take lines from songs and use them as fic titles, or certain scenes in my books will be inspired by whatever i’m listening to.

mifflin: i don’t really know? i don’t really consider my writing strong in any regard, if i’m being honest. i’m honored to have you all here supporting me because i’ve never been able to see much merit in my work. the only positive bit of it i could see is that i really put all of my heart into it. i don’t hold back when it comes to emotional scenes and i, quite literally, spill my heart out onto the page. my writing’s the only place where i can really confront certain insecurities about myself so they often bleed through into the struggles that my characters are facing. that’s all i could see as possibly good about it but other than that, i don’t have much positive to say.

notepad: oh i can write anywhere! i actually love writing at school, a bit more than i should. there’s usually fanfics scribbled in the margins of my notes for class almost all of the time, usually ones about the fictional love of my life who i’m a bit too attached to but it helps calm my anxiety a lot. but i don’t really have issues with the location of where i write whatsoever!

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birdsofpry · 6 years ago

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learning curve.

steve rogers x reader

summary: because we all know that there are college courses that are specifically about steve rogers and his howling commandos...

word count: 3.9k

When you were scanning the course list in your advisors office, getting ready to register for classes for the following quarter, you almost laughed when a certain title caught your eye.

“History 436 - The Study, Observation and Impact of World War II: Captain Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos? Is this really a class?” You asked with a humor that was most likely misinterpreted by your advisor as mocking ignorance.

“Yes, of course. Captain Rogers has contributed so much to our nation's history, not only in the retrospect of World War II, but now as well. Where would New York City be after the battle of 2012 without him? He is a true American hero.” Your advisor defended with vigor.

“In some universities, you can have a specific focus or even major in the history and impact that Captain Rogers has had!”

It took everything you had not to burst into histractics. Yes, of course you knew that Steve was an American hero. He’s helped shape a nation, then and now. But the thought of all these people, in your university and others, looking up to him like some sort of God made you giggle and roll your eyes. Especially knowing how uncomfortable he was going to be when you came traipsing home to tell him of this discovery.

Or, even better…

“Y’know what? You have changed my mind. I have always been skeptical about this Captain America, but I really should learn more about him before I judge him as harshly as I have in the past. I would love to take this class.” You said, laying on your best theatrics to keep from breaking.

God, this was going to be fun.

Later, after a trip to the library to pick up your textbook for your new course, you arrived at the Avengers Compound with a suppressed grin. You held the heavy hard cover book to your your chest, rocking on your heels as you watched the numbers on the elevator grow before your chosen number arrived and the doors opened. When they did, it revealed the common living space in the compound. Knowing it was Steve’s off day, you expected him to be lounged up on the couch, silently reading or watching a movie. And when you walked out of the elevator, that’s exactly where he was, watching a movie while Sam sat in an armchair on his phone. Upon hearing the elevator ding, both men looked up from where they were focused, to you. Steve’s expression lit up with a dopey smile when he saw it was you, it made you feel a little bad for the embarrassment you were about to lay on him.

“Hi baby,” He continued to grin as you walked to him and planted a kiss to his lips, “How was class?”

“Interesting…” You said vaguely, still trying to fight off your shit eating smile.

“Interesting how?” Steve asked with furrowed brows, eyes following you as you walked around the couch.

When you continued to stand instead of falling into his embrace like you usually did after school, his suspicion grew.

“Well, I went to choose my classes for next quarter and encountered a class I think you’re going to love.” The grin was breaking through as you continued to speak.

“Ok…?” Steve said, looking to Sam who just shrugged at your behavior.

“I’ll read you the exact course title, just so I don’t get it wrong,” You fished the course catalog from your back pocket and dramatically cleared your throat, “History 436 - The Study, Observation and Impact of World War II: Captain Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.”

Sam was the first to react, bursting into laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He chortled, “You’re telling me there’s a whole study of Steve? The guy who spilled cereal into- not onto- INto his pants last week?!”

“There indeed is, and here is the textbook.” You giggled, handing the heavy bound book to Steve, whose face was still in shock.

“Wait, you bought the book?” Sam asked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Well, duh! How can I take the class without the textbook?” You said smirking, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re taking the class?” Steve asked, looking up from the book to you.

“Yeah, I want to see what these people think of you. And I mean, it’s an easy A on my part. Who knows you better than me?” You grinned, finally coming to sit next to him and kiss his neck affectionately.

“Maybe Bucky,” Sam chimed in, which earned a glare and eye roll from you and Steve.

“Shut up, Wilson.” Steve grumbled, one hand on you, the other on the book.

“I just, I can’t believe that so many people would care enough about my story to do this…” He said in awe, running his slender fingers over the glossy cover with a picture of his face on it.

“It all just… I, I don't know. It means a lot.” Was murmured under his breath.

Your heart melted. Sure, at first this was all a joke. To see Sam laugh and Steve blush, but now it was different. Over recent years, The Avengers, and Steve, had gone through some rough patches. Not everyone loved him like they had before the ice. So for him, this was that much more meaningful. It was the little kid from Brooklyn having admirers. It was heartbroken and freshly full of serum Captain America with people in his corner. It was Steve Rogers, God's righteous man, with people who wanted to study him, to understand him- a man who at many times, did not understand himself. You could tell by the look on his face how much this was throwing him for a loop, in a good way.

“People love you, as they should. You’re a hero.” You whispered to him with adoration.

“But-” He didnt get time to finish his comment that would diminish his accomplishments.

“No buts. Without you, I honestly don’t know what our world would look like today. People deserve to know, to learn about all that you did, all that you sacrificed.” Your hand smoothed over his cheek, gently moving him to face you.

His eyes were glossy with tears that he wouldn't let fall until he was alone, and he radiated pure love.

“I really love you.” Steve whispered.

“Good, because I really love you.” You cooed, craning your face slightly to slot your lips with his.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys! This is our common space! Got it? Get this rom-com bullshit out of here!” Sam gagged as you both broke apart.

“With pleasure!” Steve said, somehow all the intensity of the moment gone.

He quickly, almost without you registering, discarded the book and hopped up, slining you over his shoulder as he headed for your shared bedroom.

You finished out the academic quarter you were in, and in no time, your blissful break filled with Steve Rogers attached to your hip was over, and it was time to get back to the real world. But in this real world came History 436, which you couldn't deny you were extastic for. The introduction to the class was ordinary, attendance policy, number of papers, when the midterm and final would be, the syllabus, etc. As you perused the syllabus, the professor's voice became lost on you, you read over the guidelines of how the term paper that would be written. Below that was a list of topics you could use; How Captain America propaganda changed the war, Was Dr. Erskine a visionary for creating the Super Soldier Serum or a man that created a deadly weapon, Can Steve Rogers ever help the United States like he did in WWII or had too much changed…

Just as you looked over the last prompt, your professor words broke through to you again.

“...The last prompt is to make your own, and if written properly, will get you excused from the final…” You could see all the students around you perk up, “But this only works if you can interview Captain Rogers about any topic covered in this course. So, I would start thinking about what angle to take on the prompts listed above.”

A collective chuckled came from the class as the professor continued, but you stayed silent. You only smirked and turned the page.

As the class went on, it was fascinating to see how the textbook portrayed your stars and stripes wearing boyfriend, compared to how your professor and fellow classmates saw him. Many gave whispers of having seen him in public, or knowing someone who knew someone who knew someone, who had been saved by him.

“He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and when he smiled at her she said it felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest!” A girl whispered behind you one morning as your professor talked about Dr. Erskine and the serum.

The non-jealous part of you wanted to laugh, maybe chime in and say his eyes were dulling with old age. The pouty-green eyed part of you wanted to whip around and announce to those girls that he did indeed have the bluest eyes in the universe, and they should see them blown out in lust! But obviously, you did neither.

You weren't stupid enough to tell anyone of your true reason for taking the class, or your relation to it’s subject. Before you went back to school, Steve had approached the topic timidly.

“Are you gonna say anything to anyone? Y’know when you get in there?” He had asked, your cheek pressed tightly to his chest while both his hands smoothed gently up your body.

Steve didn't have to specify what he was referring to, by the way he started to pick idly at the hem of your t-shirt, and with the date of the end of your break closing in, you just knew.

“I don’t know. Probably not… I think they’d all be so starstruck that I not only know you, but are dating you, that’d it be uncomfortable.” You shifted to set your chin where your cheek once was.

“Yeah, yeah. I think that’d be for the best.” He said unsuridly, his eyes flicking anywhere but your face.

“Hey,” You snuggled closer to him, “What’s up? There’s something else you want to say I can see it.”

After a few false starts- Steve stammering and opening and shutting his mouth like a fish- he found his words and spoke, “I just worry. If people found out about us, it would... not that I’m hiding us or anything! I just, y’know what I mean… it could be dangerous. You never know where HYDRA lies or in who… you never know who could have it out for me… and if something, anything awful happened I would just,”

He was starting to spiral, and you knew you had to nip this in the bug before it became a fullfleged issue with him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You placed both your hands on his cheeks and gave him a sound kiss before pulling away, “Everything is fine, okay? Nothing is going to happen to me. Everything is ok.”

Steve nodded and let out a shaky breath. He wrapped nimble fingers around your wrists and leaned his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent deeply and steadying himself.

“I’ll even make a big show to everyone about how much I hate you so no one is the wiser!” You whispered playfully, earning a chuckle from Steve.

This was something he always admired about you. In times where his fear closed in on him, you were always there to fight it off tooth and nail with your soft kindness, then make him laugh at some stupid joke. Steve just really fucking loved you.

So he told you.

“I really fucking love you.” He smiled.

“And I really fucking love you. But no one in my class will know that! Not after I call you a big oaf in blue spand-EX!” You squealed the last syllable as Steve flipped you over onto your back, hovering above you with a glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He chided you with a grin.

You brought your hands up to card your fingers through his hair, the heels of your hands resting smoothly behind his ears.

“Y’know I’m not hiding us from the world or anything, right baby?” Steve asked after a silent beat, with a kind vulnerability.

You swallowed a giggle and met his gaze. You knew since the second he had made that slip that he was worried that’s what you thought. God, you loved this ridiculously sweet man. You wished, if only for a second, the world could see him like this. But for now, you would happily soak up all his thoughtful moments of intimacy for yourself.

“I know, baby. That worry has never even crossed my mind.” You craned your lips up to meet his in a quick kiss, “I think we are the only two people who are happy we aren't hiding. If Sam catches up making out again, I think he might grow hair just rip it out.”

Steve collapsed at this, hiding his laughter in the crook of your neck, as he brought you as close to him as he could.

As things progressed, you didn't learn much that Steve hadn't already told you. There were times where you wanted to pipe in and correct the professor or when a student would over simplify a situation that you knew there was a lot more too. But your lips stayed sealed. Because how could you possibly know that that picture wasn't a picture of how sickly pre-serum Steve was, but actually a picture of a drunken mess pre-serum Steve after Bucky had plied him with far too much schnapps on his twenty first birthday?

One Wednesday morning, You physically tensed when you came to class to see Sergeant James Barnes written in block text on the projector. You felt your breathing increase, and heat prick uncomfortably on the back of your neck. You had been dreading this day, and now it was finally here. There was no Captain America class without Bucky Barnes, his involvement in the material was inevitable. You just didn't think you would be able to listen your professor, or any student speak ill of your friend. By now, it was common knowledge that Bucky had survived the fall in 1945 and went on to become the fist of HYDRA. Many people were still divided on if he was truly rehabilitated after Steve and Tony had announced he would be joining the Avengers. There was uproar, both good and bad at this decision.

Having witnessed first hand everything Bucky had been through; the horrific nightmares, the panic attacks, the relapses, the transition from brainwashed assassin to regular person; you didn't think you could handle hearing someone speak ill of him. Second to Steve, and maybe even more than him some days, you were vehemently protective of Bucky. You had grown to adore Buck, and considered him one of your closest friends. Having to hear people attack him unecessarly would set you off, and this whole flying under the radar thing was going to go up in smoke.

Though, to your surprise, you heard nothing but praise for the ruthless Sergeant. Your professor highlighted Bucky in such a way that caused an uncontrollable smile to take over your features. Your sure to everyone else you looked a bit insane, just beaming at the talk of what an exceptional shot he was with a rifle. His time as the Winter Soldier was only briefly mentioned, and at this your skin splintered again. You felt your body coil, almost ready to defend your friend at the slightest mention of something distasteful. But nothing was said.

By the end of the class, you were caught up to where Bucky was today, living with Captain Rogers and training to be an Avenger.

“I know we all have our own opinions about whether or not Sergeant Barnes should be joining the Avengers or not. I won’t tell you mine to remain impartial, but what I will say is that having Sergeant Barnes on the Avengers is a high risk. We don’t know how his progress is or even how his mental health is. From all we know, HYDRA could still be inadvertently pulling the string. But, I will also say that if all is fine and good, Sergeant Barnes would be a great addition to the World’s Best Defenders. One more person to keep us all safe.”

There was a thick silence after he was finished speaking before he sighed, “And I’m afraid that’s all the time we have.”

You cried in your car before you drove home that day. For everything Bucky had been through and for what he would fight against now until he died. It was all too much. When you returned to the Compound, you gave him a hug longer than you usually would, but he didn't complain.

As your class was coming to a close, you couldn't say you hadn't enjoy it. You loved coming home every day to Steve, who was doing his best to control his curiosity with a fleeting, “Oh, and how was History?” he’d give you in different variations. You loved to hear him expand on your learning, or scowl when he knew something was wrong. No matter what it was, he would always take time to hear what had happened, not only in that class but in the rest of your day.

Today he had texted you and asked if you could come to his office today instead of meeting him at the Compound. This wasn't unusual, sometimes mission reports and paperwork stacked up too much and he couldn't justify stepping away. So, he’d order in some food and have you come to him. He’d finish up his work, and you’d do homework or play on your phone until he told you it was time to head home. Secretly he liked these days. He liked having you in his space- that being very clear by how early he proposed you two move in together.

“We’ve only been dating two months, Steve.”

“Yes, and I have now been biting my tongue for four weeks about this!”

Steve loved how whenever you spent time with him at work, your scent lingered for a day or two. He knew others couldn't smell it like he could, but he didnt care. It made leaving you for a long day almost worth it.

Steve was lost in a sea of papers when he heard a soft knock and his door slowly open.

“Hi,” You said with a little smile, poking your head into his office.

“Hi baby,” Steve replied, waving you in as he beamed at you.

You did as he motioned, setting your bag down on the sofa diagonal to his desk and walked to your boyfriend.

Steve’s arms were still open, and helped you into his lap as he kiss your cheek.

“How’re ya?” He asked gently, brushing your hair from your eyes as you rested your temple to his shoulder.

“Tired, hungry. The usual.” You shrugged, giving him a lazy smile.

“Good thing sushi should be here in,” a quick glance to his phone, “nine minutes.”

You hummed happily as Steve rocked the chair side to side, “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Let’s hope you more than like me.” He smirked, ghosting his lips over your own and let out a chuckle when you let out a breathy moan.

Steve graced your lips with a single kiss, that was over far too soon for your liking, then pulled away all together.

“What’d you learn about me today, baby?” Steve tighten his hold on you so you would fall as he span more forcefully, enticing happy giggles from you.

“Nothing I don’t already know.” You grinned and Steve returned your expression.

“That I’m amazing?”

That just earned him an eye roll before you set your head back on his shoulder.

“Our term papers are coming up…” You asserted with a sigh.

“And that’s bad?” Steve asked as he held you close.

“Yes! I have two other classes to study and stress about! But... y’know, you could make it easier for me.” You perked up in his arms.

“How so?”

“If we get an interview with Captain Rogers himself for our term paper, we don’t have to take the final. One less thing to stress me out.” You smiled wider, honeying your words.

“Ah, I see,” Steve nodded, “You’ve been using me the whole time just to get out of a final exam.”

“You’ve caught me. I’ve been dating you for three years in an anticipation for this moment.” You replied flatly.

“I think they call it the long-con.” This earned Steve a punch to the arm, and he grinned.

“But, really! Please help me, I don't want to do hard work and study.” You pouted, bouncing a little in his lap like a child.

“I should make you write the paper without me and take the exam as a lesson in hard work and perseverance. Be like the Captain Rogers your professor wants me to be…” He pondered, suppressing a smirk.

“No, that’s so boring!” You whined.

“Captain Rogers is boring, my love.”

“Good things I feel in love with Steve Rogers and not the Captain.” You pointed out.

“I can’t keep teasing you if you’re being sweet, y’know?” Steve gaze turned from playful to loving it a matter of seconds.

“I was counting on it.”

Steve groaned before closing the small gap between you two and pressing his lips to yours. Though again it was short lived by a knock on Steve’s office door. Another groan came from him when he broke away from him.

“Stay here.” Steve said as he picked you up and sat you in his chair.

“Only if you help me with my paper!” You called after him as Steve opened the door to get your food.

Bringing back a plastic bag full of styrofoam containers, he set it gently on his desk before placing his hands on his hips and looking at you.

“I will help you,” You pumped your fist in victory, “Under one condition…”

“Which is?”

Steve rounded his desk and placed both his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you the the leather seat.

“You have to earn it, Miss (Y/L/N).” His eyes darkened.

“I think that can be arranged.” You said breathlessly, wasting no time and attaching your lips to his.

Hunger and the food on Steve’s desk were temporarily forgotten. Steve scooped you into his arms and asked FRIDAY to lock his door while he set you ceremoniously on his plush couch.

“Are you serious?” Your professor asked, eyes wide and mouth gaping as he looked at your paper.

“Yes. After many calls to Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers, he finally agreed to set something up.” You smiled innocently.

“You were able to speak to him? Discuss our material and see what he thought?”

“Yes, he thought it was thoroughly researched and only had a few qualms with some of the facts stated.” You nodded.

“Like what? If you don’t mind me asking?” You could tell he was trying to control his excitement.

“Captain Rogers and I discussed it in my paper. I don’t think it will disappoint.”

“I’m sure it won’t. I am excited to see what both of you have to say. I will tell you now that it was a pleasure to have you in class, Miss (Y/L/N), since I won’t be seeing you for the final.” He smiled, placing your paper on top of his stack of others.

“Well thank you. This class was enlightening and a once and a lifetime experience. Meeting Captain Rogers was a dream, even if it was hard work to get that paper.”

Now you were making innuendos for your own enjoyment, though maybe you shouldn't have. The smiles were hard to contain.

“Well, I’m glad. I hope you enjoy your early release. You certainly earned it.”

And that innuendo was just too good to keep the smile off your face.

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Destined

Imagine: Henry Cavill x reader can’t stand each other and then one night something happens and they realize they actually have feelings for each other.

A/n: Thank you for the request! Let me know what you think! I’ll be honest, it was really hard to write a mean Henry!

Warnings: Smut

Today was your first day on the job, but you weren’t nervous, you were ready. This was the biggest movie you’d directed on so far. Your other work, though smaller, was known by everyone. They said you ‘had an eye’ for this kind of stuff. Either way, you just really enjoyed yourself while doing it. From the start your name was already very well known. You were an accomplished writer who turned director after wanting a more hands on experience. You weren’t looking to surround yourself with big names to gain more recognition though, it was always about the work itself rather than the benefits.

When you arrived on set you were greeted by who you assumed was going to be your assistant for the duration of filming.

He had a nice smile and what looked like a chai tea in his hand, so right away he was off to a good start.

“Good morning Ms. Carter. How was your flight in last night?”

“It was fine, and please call me Y/n.” You smiled and took the drink from his hand as you walked past him. He fell in step beside you.

“My name is John. And may I say its a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure you know your plans for the day, but if you need a reminder, I have this binder that lays everything out. I will put my number into your phone if you need anything, and of course I’ll be shadowing you most of the day, unless you say otherwise.”

Before the two of you reached the conference room you stopped.

“Listen uh, John. I really love my job, and I’m a generally laid back person. So lets just be on the same team, okay?” You smiled bright and the look on his face told you he hadn’t expected that, but was glad you said it.

“Sounds like a plan Y/n.”

You pushed the door open to the conference room and relished in the sight. A room full of like minded directors and actors who had a vision for creation.

Your entrance caught the attention of a few, luckily you weren’t the last one to show up.

Across the room Henry stood surrounded by a few of his female co-stars. He was one of the first you noticed. You’d never worked with him before, but from what you’d heard, he made it a habit to remind every women within a five mile radius that he was a god walking among them.

You were less than excited to be working with him.

The head director was waving you over, so you made your way through the crowded room and took a seat.

“Y/n we are so glad to have you working this with us. I’m ecstatic.” Her vibrant personality and animated gestures made her easy to like.

“The pleasures all mine!”

You’d been corresponding with Julia for months before now. She even asked to meet you for lunch a few times.

“After the meeting I’ll introduce you to the actors you’ll mainly be working with.”

Julia stood and brought her hands together before calling everyones attention.

“Ladies and gentleman! I’m glad you could all make it. I’m very excited and passionate about this project and I believe you’re all here because you are too. Thank for making this commitment…”

The rest of the meeting was mostly basic guidelines, a timeline for the next few weeks, and a ton of introductions. From across the table, you noticed, but also tried not to notice Henry who seemed to be trying to seduce you with his eyes or something.

After everyone was dismissed, Julia found you again like she promised and led you towards a small group of people, Henry being one of them.

“Everyone, this is Y/n Carter. I sent a few of you an email saying you’d be in close contact with her throughout. She has a mind like you’d never imagine, so I’m hoping for a lot of interaction and ideas from you.”

After she finished she said goodbye, leaving you with Henry and two of his co-stars.

He reached for your hand and you gave it, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” The way he was looking at you made you restless. You had no intention of being apart of his entertainment so you tried your best to make an escape as soon as possible.

“We would love to brainstorm with you one of these days, but for now, we really love everything you have so far.” Joyce, the younger of the two women, said.

The older, Becca, seemed to agree with what she said, but Henry just shook his head.

You tilted your head slightly, “Is there a problem?” You asked.

“I just think they should have considered hiring someone with experience when they choose the actors director.” As he spoke you kept your eyes on his. The other two actors obviously seemed uncomfortable.

“No offense or anything. I am willing to give you a shot though. Who knows, maybe–”

“I’m sorry, you’re willing? Is that what you said? Yeah, there is no willing.” You took a step towards him, barely stopping yourself before shoving a finger towards his face. “I am not here in spite of you Henry, and I will not leave because of you. My job is not dependent on you, my job is to make you all the best actors you can be, and right now it looks like you are prepared to make that job very hard.”

Joyce’s mouth all but fell open as she was stunned into silence. Becca looked back and forth between you and Henry, who were now in an intense stare down you did not intend to lose.

Henry scoffed as he gave in and made his way to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then Y/n.”

The other two looked like deer in headlights when you looked back to them. But as soon as Henry was out the door you exhaled.

“Please don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not an assholeI just–”

“I loved everything about that moment.” Becca interrupted.

“You’re my new favorite if you weren’t before! He deserved every bit of that, don’t even worry.” Joyce looked like she wanted to hug you, but instead she followed Becca out, walking past John as they left the room.

“Are you okay?” He asked, you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Does that binder say the next time I have to work with Henry?”

John flipped a few pages here and there, before settling on what looked like the second page.

“It looks like Julia has you working with him more than once a week..every week.”

You brought a hand to your forehead. “I can talk to Julia if you’d like? Ask her if she can change it around?”

You considered it for a moment, but knew you couldn’t just run from this. “I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.” You seemed to need to repeat those words to yourself periodically for the rest of the day, but you had more important things to worry about.

The next day you arrived to set, things were far less hectic. You had a message from James, your assistant director, asking you to meet him on set.

This wasn’t planned, but his reasoning for wanting to meet became a little more clear as you approached and saw Henry going over something with him.

“Y/n. Morning, thanks for coming over.”

“What’s this about?” You asked, eyeing Henry before looking to James.

James held what looked like this weeks script in his hands. “Well, some of the actors mentioned a few things they think might work better in a few of this weeks scenes. I wanted to run some of them by you, see if you want to make any changes? Nothing too big–”

“Some of the actors? Henry is the lead in all of the scenes assigned to me this week. And he’s also the only other person standing here–Henry, it looks a lot like James is speaking for you..”

That made him agitated.

“Y/n. We got off to a bad start, and I regret that, but can you honestly say you would be giving me shit right now on something I am within my rights to do, like give you notes, if that hadn’t of happened?”

His voice was sickeningly calm. Like he for some reason thought he always had the upper hand.

“Could you honestly say you’d be making notes on the second day if it hadn’t of happened?”

Henry titled his head at you and all but tossed the script back to James as he walked away.

“I apologize for that Y/n. If–if I had known something happened I never would have bothered you about this.”

“Is he always like that?” You asked, silently praying the answer was no.

“No, he’s actually not, but he’s never really been told no before by..”

James trailed off hoping you hadn’t caught that.

“By.. what James?”

“By an attractive woman..And I don’t say that in an inappropriate way! Please don’t take it like that. He’s just used to not having problems with women…am I making any sense or? I’m sorry.”

His fumbling kinda made you laugh. “James I understand, don’t worry about it.” You said, placing a friendly hand to his shoulder.

As far as you could tell, this wasn’t going to get any better until you faced it head on. And thats what lead you to Henry’s dressing room.

You knocked a few times before he finally opened up.

“Do you need something?”

God you wanted to hit him. “…Can I come in?”

He hesitated long enough for you to think he was going to say no, but then he moved aside and made just enough room for you to walk in.

“Listen, we don’t have to be best friends. You don’t even have to like me. But we do need to do some productive work together.”

As if it couldn’t get any worse, as you said that Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at you with that, look.

“All you had to do was ask Y/n.” Before you could comprehend what was going through his mind, he pushed his dressing room door closed and pulled his shirt up over his head.

He moved to grab at your waist but without using your critical thinking you pulled back and socked him hard in the jaw.

“–jesus what the FUck!” He recoiled and brought his hand to his jaw.

“Oh fuck! That hurt! I’m so sorry. I–uh.Shit.”

“I’m fucking done with this!” He started towards his door but before he got there you ran and stood in his way.

“Get the hell–”

“Okay just wait!. Calm down, I hit you yes, but you almost forced yourself on me so we’re both in the wrong.” The words barely came out fast enough.

“Forced myself–what are you talking about I didn’t force myself on anyone, you said we needed to do stuff together, regardless of if we liked each other.”

“Holy fuck Henry, I said we needed to WORK together! You heard what you wanted to hear but that is not what I meant. Now just calm down a second.”

Henry glared up at you still holding his jaw. He took a step back and retreated to his couch. This wasn’t going how you planned to say the least. You grabbed a bag of frozen fruit that he had in his freezer and took it over to him.

“You should–just hold it on your jaw–”

“I know what to do with it.” He snapped.

An unintended chuckle escaped you before you could stifle it. You brought a hand to your mouth and tried to cough your way out of it.

“mcgh–hm, I’m uh. Sorry Henry. Sorry.”

He looked up at you and the look he had on his face for some reason was just cracking you up. There was no way to stop the laugh this time, you just turned around. “I really am sorry..I don’t know why I’m–hcmm.”

When you turned back around Henry actually had a semblance of a smile on his lips, he even chuckled a little under his breath.

“Do you make it a habit of punching men in the face or is it just me?”

“Only when they have obnoxiously pretty ones.”

“Jesus Henry, I said obnoxious before the other part..did you not–nevermind. Are we good?”

He looked you up and down a moment before nodding his head. You turned and made your way towards the door.

“You might wanna ice that hand Y/n.”

You lifted said hand and flipped him off as you walked out the door. A smile he couldn’t see forming on your face as you did so.

“–no, I think I want you to walk into the room as Henry’s sitting on the couch. Walk up to him a little faster, so he doesn’t have time to get up as you start your lines.”

Joyce nodded her head at the suggestion and reset. You looked to Henry who you found already looking at you.

“Does that work for you?”

He smiled a little and nodded his head. “It’s a great idea Y/n.”

You squinted a little and called action before thinking more about it.

Just as you’d envisioned, Joyce’s character walked into the room, catching Henry’s character off guard. As she read her lines she was able to maintain the upper hand in the power dynamic with Henry lower than her. And with Henry sitting down looking up at her as she communicated her anger, his eyes looked softer, more passionate.The whole scene was more intimate.

You watched the two as they read out the script. But your eyes really just kept finding Henry. You watched him as he gently reached his hand out towards Joyce. The delicacy with which he touched her skin, like it would shatter under too much pressure.

You could even see his jaw flinch at her words. His eyes, the way they sparkled with just enough tears.

“–Y/n. Are you going to call it?”

You all of a sudden realized you had already gotten the take.

“Shit. Cut!”

James was next to you but thankfully he had his eyes on the monitor instead of you during that. He rewound the film so you could watch the scene back.

It’d come out just like you wanted it to.

“How’s it look?” Behind you, Henry leaned down close to your ear and placed his hand on your shoulder. The heat of his breath sent shivers down your neck.

You jumped a little as he spoke but tried to play it off as just getting up from your chair.

“It looks good! Looks great.” You walked towards any one or thing that could get you away from Henry and all of a sudden you were very excited for the one month break that started tomorrow.

You only had a few more scenes to film today, but that was the last one with Henry in it. And thank god for that.

This was beginning to happen to you more often than not. It was like every time you walked into a room, your eyes would unconsciously find him first. And then anytime you heard his voice, you would always listen a little closer.

And it didn’t come from nowhere. His whole attitude with you had changed. And not just with you, but he acted different around everyone now. He wasn’t so annoying for lack of a better word. And fuck, when he would look at you, you’d never seen eyes so captivating. They tore through you with ease.

When he spoke to you about work he was respectful, of course. And you appreciated that, but then he started finding time to speak to you about anything. He asked you about your ambitions, your life, your favorite color. He seemed to be dedicated to learning everything about you, everything you would give anyway.

Four weeks apart would be good for you. You loved your job. It was who you were now. And that was enough for you right now.

At the end of the day Joyce found you heading towards the door and caught you before you walked out.

“Y/n! Hey I just wanted to say goodbye before we left.”

You happily accepted her hug with a bright smile.

“ I think everything we’ve done looks amazing this far. And that scene with Henry was practically perfect.”

“Oh yeah, I was really happy with that one. You guys executed perfectly. You’re all so easy to work with it’s amazing.”

She smiled shyly at the compliment. “Henry and Becca came over last night to work on that scene with me actually. Henry even came fully prepared with a ton of your earlier work so we could try to capture your vision. He said, and I quote, ‘if we could act with even a quarter of the passion Y/n has, any scene we do will turn out great.’”

The thought of Henry talking about you like that to other people made your heart jump a little.

“I really appreciate all of your hard work, truly.” You smiled and squeezed her hand, the both of you heading to the door now.

You said some quick goodbye’s before climbing into your car. The driver started on the way to the airport. In your bag you heard your phone buzz.

When you pulled it out you saw a text from John wishing you a ‘restful break.’ Just as you began to type a response your phone began to ring.

“This is Y/n.”

“Y/n. Hey. You uh, left without saying goodbye.”

“Henry. I–Sorry about that, I guess I’m just anxious to get home.”

“Amsterdam is beautiful this time of year.”

“Have you been?”

“Well, no. But I have an entire month free to go anywhere I like. Maybe I’ll mark it off my list.”

He made you smile, and not even regret saying what you were about to say.

“If you do come…call me when you get there.” And now you regretted it.

“I’ll make sure to. Bye Y/n.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but a stupid smile was on your face now and it wasn’t going away.

You were curled up on your chair that overlooked the river, steam from your cup of tea drifted into the air above you. You looked over your shoulder when you heard a knock at your door.

It was early, maybe 4. You hadn’t been able to sleep since you got in late afternoon yesterday.

You looked through the peep hole and slowly stepped back. You contemplated even opening it, but only for a short second before you did.

He stepped forward slowly. The two of you looked at the other for what felt like a long time. Then, he took a step forward and his fingertips touched the delicate silk fabric of your wrap up.

You kept your eyes on him as he relished the sight of you.

He took another step towards you, now pushing the door closed behind him. His hands were less afraid now, running up the length of your thigh, finding their way underneath your gown.

They were warm and ruff. Your breath became uneven the more places they went. He slowly pulled at the string that dangled below your chest. As he did the fabric covering you began to unravel.

His eyes widened as he saw you in all your beauty.

He ran his fingers just below your ribcage, then up past the middle of your stomach, curving right below your breasts.

Air caught in your throat and he caught your eye at the hitch.

You felt comfortable under his gaze, but you wanted more. You took this pause to run your hands up underneath his shirt and lift it, allowing him to pull it off the rest of the way.

You smiled as you looked down at him. In your mind, he had done this countless times before, but in his, in his you were like no one else. Like nothing he could ever imagine.

With one hand he pulled your lips to his, and with the other, he traveled down the length of your torso, stringing you along as he went agonizingly slow.

With mouth agape, you gasped as you felt him touch you. He closed his teeth around your bottom lip. Inching towards your opening. You forced yourself to wait for him. As his fingers slid into you, your knees felt weak.

He slid his finger in and out of you, slowly, but passionately.

As best you could, you undid his pants and reached for him. He was warm in your hand. You pumped him a few times, as you did his lips left yours as his mouth fell open in a pleasure filled moan.

He kicked the rest of the way out of his jeans and wrapped you up in his arms. Your legs entwined around his waist. Lips crashing against each other, forgetting about air.

You pointed him in the direction of the bedroom, and he tried to get there, he really did. But the second you reached the hallway he rested your back against the wall. His eyes found yours at that point. All you could do was smile, and when he did the same, it warmed your insides.

He reached down and aligned himself with you. He lazily pushed himself into you. As he did your fingers arched down onto his back. You felt yourself widening for him, the sensation of it all forcing your eyes closed.

After a quiet moment, he began to push himself into you. Hearts beating in sync, moans of ecstasy filling the room. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging every thrust, entangling yourself with him every chance you had.

He slowed down and supported your weight as he continued on towards your bedroom. He’d never set foot in here but every part of your beings believed that you’d known each other forever.

He barely reached the bed before lying you down onto it and continuing to thrust into you. You loved the way he filled you. You loved that he looked at you like nothing else mattered. His arms were wrapped around you so tight you could barely breath. All of your senses heightened, you felt as if the two of you were the same person.

His mouth found your shoulder and as he bit down on it, you erupted like you never had before. It came out of nowhere. You tightened around him, clawed down on his shoulders as if you’d fall through the earth if you didn’t. He watched you drive your head back into the bed and felt you arch up onto him. The feeling of your fingernails grasping at his back was pure euphoria.

He’d never felt so liberated as he watched you melting beneath him. As he followed after you, never wanting this to end.

He pulled you deeper onto him as he released into you. Teeth against the bare skin of your neck, fingers digging into your hips.

After, he couldn’t dare let you go. You rested your head against his shoulder, legs straddling his lap. His hands were splayed across your back, one wrapping around your waist, the other reaching up to hold your head against him.

He ached as you pulled him out of you. You moaned at the loss of sensation.

He slowly lied the two of you down onto the bed. You shifted ever so slightly to his side and let your eyes close shut. He leisurely ran his fingers across your exposed back until he drifted off to sleep after you.

The risen sun danced with your bedroom curtains. A warm breeze flew in from your cracked open window and settled on your skin.

Henry’s chin rest on top of your head. As you began to wake up you noticed how tightly he had you wrapped in his embrace.

You stirred slightly, slowly waking him up as you did. You didn’t know what to expect, but lying here with Henry, you could hardly even worry.

“You got here really fast..” You said, letting yourself laugh.

A lazy smiled played at his lips. “I bought a ticket as soon as I hung up.”

Your hand lie across his chest, it all felt so intimate, so familiar. It was hard not to feel tempted to remove it.

“I won’t…hold anything against you. You can leave, if that’s what you want.”

You didn’t want to say it the moment you did, and even more so, you didn’t want to hear his answer.

And he didn’t for awhile. In that time you’d prepared yourself to disconnect. But then he surprised you.

“What if I don’t want to go?”

When you looked up his eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face.

“I mean, I didn’t fly all the way to Amsterdam for sex…we both know I can get sex anywhere.”

“–oh my god.” You said, starting to push yourself from his embrace, but he wouldn’t budge.

Instead, he pulled your face to his by your chin. Before he spoke, he placed a kiss to your lips. One sweeter than you could of ever imagined.

“I came for you Y/n. I’m only here, for you.”

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hopesanpedro · 6 years ago

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Createurs - We Exist

I have the pleasure of being in the presence of talented and passionate artists and musicians most of the time and it’s, for me, is one of the best things in my life. Friends, I call these people.

Last Saturday, one of the bands I looked out for in the past years launched their first album – We Exist. Createurs, which is apparently the French word of creators which is already so beautiful when you think about it in itself, is a collaborative band telling the stories of the monsters not just under our beds but also the ones inside our heads, even the ones that are chasing us, through the music of different people. They have also collaborated with different visual artists for each of their song and those artworks were also featured in the lyrics booklet with their CD.

We Exist album has 12 well-written tracks that speaks of the eerie, the enchanting, the damned, and the mystery of the entirety of life. Yes, life.

Now, I’m not going to pretend like I’m some music expert and give you guys a review of their album. I am, however, going to share with you my thoughts on each and favorite lyrics from the tracks in it.

1. Pancake (Re)Mix

This one’s a little too close to my heart. Remember the artworks I’ve mentioned earlier? I made one for them and it was for this song. I think this is the most outright cheesy song they have in their album. But even so, it wasn’t the corny kind. I described this one as “colorful” when I first heard it. It’s exactly the reason why I was careful on putting too much color in the artwork, I didn’t want to take the colors from the song – I wanted it to be as serene and innocent as the song.

“Flying with time just to witness your smile. And I, oh I’m falling down tonight”

We all know the feeling of being all chummy giddy soft inside like we swallowed a whole damn litter of puppies and they won’t stop making you melt from the inside and that’s what this song makes you feel like – kilig. Oh young, new, love.

2. Tides and Lifelines

Okay, just reading the title you’d get an idea of what this song is about. This song reminds me of a lyric from one of my most favorite band ever ever; “love is watching someone die”. (fine it’s from What Sarah Said by Death Cab For Cutie). I think this is one of the songs Createurs wrote and it speaks about mortality and how we deal with it.

“We’re the bullet in each other’s gun, shoot the angels that would take us apart”

Just read those lines. I don’t want to even think how hard it is to be so desperate and helpless in trying to help someone so dear in the brink of death. Ouch, I’m just gonna go and cry for a while.

3. Teragram Carnivale

“Shadows fall on rooms like this, where the sun and the moon collide, with your eyes that once were my carousel rides”

I feel like we all can relate to this song in some way. It has to be relevant to every one of us at some point in our lives. We all wanted to believe in something that has grew its root around our hearts and got a little too caught up in the roller coaster rides. I think this song brings you back to that particular time to make you realize that the past never changes and they never go away. Definitely in my top 3.

4. Facemask

I think I’ve played this song one too many times when they uploaded this on spotify before. Mostly because of its catchiness and its angst. Lol sorry I know, I can’t think of a better way to describe it. You can actually feel the song’s anger and disappointment wrapped in some sort of vengeful feeling.

I liked the lines “You’re only fooling yourself, messing everyone’s head. A catfish, a sly dish, the culprit, gets blown kiss”

In this digital era, anything and everything can be edited or lied about and it gets sickening when someone or a group of people manipulate others by lying to them about important things. Technology is a beautiful thing if used for good, but there is some greed in humanity that uses it for something else entirely.

5. Trigger Warning

“It’s the beginning and it’s the end. When all the light has been set, a warning when night is at best.”

I feel like this song was supposed to be in the beginning? It would have been nice to have heard this intro to all their haunting songs, both in a good and eerie way. It’s like the ones you hear when you watch a horror movie that gives you chicken skin and cool fog kinda vibes. It’s a mood setter, a look into the mirror of our own self. It asks you to look inside and acknowledge that you are one of these monsters you are so scared of.

6. The Curious Life of Mr. Hyde II: The Mexicat

This song is still in my everyday playlist. It’s been there since I’ve met Rain the night they played for WAT Up the first time and I got sucked into their music. Oh god I have so many favorite lines from this song!! It’s about mental issues and it perfectly sings the chaos that is in one’s head. They wrote this to try and explain how complicated it is to be in the state of unstable mental health in a very poetic way.

Here are my top 3 lines (YESS BECAUSE I CANT CHOOSE OKAY?? ☹ ); “The colorful imagery of dancing audacity”, “Conversing with my demons, addicted to the tone”, “I haven’t got a martini or any kind of whiskey, But baby you’re my margarita, drunk in love with you”.

Welp. Let’s just say I love the entire lyrics ugh

7. Pianocktail

OH THIS! I love this one. This reminds me of my other favoritest band forever – Panic! At The Disco. The story within and the sophistication in this one is something that’s imprinted into my fanatic heart (awow).

“The taste has never been this condescending. A drink to be made by the one and only pianocktail!”

Ah, there’s nothing more tripping than an uncertainty for something you’ve had for so long.

8. Chat Box From Alaska

“She’s a part-time lover and a beautiful liar, plagued with her broken words and empty promises. Cornered by the pillars of her comfort and embrace, making out with someone better, someone smoother, someone tastier”

I feel like this song is basically for fuck girls who manipulates people for sex by leading people on and leaving them just as fast. I think the last part of this song was written by Rain as a poem years and years ago? Nevertheless, it ended the song so smoothly.

9. Awful Things the Moon Saw

This song makes me think of obsessive lovers or past ones that refuses to let it go. Maybe it’s also us when we hold on a little too tight on something that’s already slipping away.

“Well you know you’ve got me haunted by your scent, Now I find myself begging and falling for you more and more.”

It is also kind of a lullaby to me for some reason, I can sleep soundly with this one playing hehe

10. St. Cecille

This one’s also in my playlist since I’ve first heard it. I think I read the story behind (or at least heavily connected) this song, written by the vocalist. He has a lot of passion, idk ask him. JK!!!!

"Rhyme our thoughts in this waltzing dreams. Time stops when you are around. You’re the one I’ve been talking about on the song of roads and hearts”

I wish I can share with you guys the link to the story but I’m not sure if he’d like that. Anyway, this love song is right up my alley – mysterious, magic, and love? Hell yas.

11. Bloodstream

All I can say about this is that I am so excited for the story to come out because I want to look more into it. Twilight’s werewolves just left the building.

“Chaotic, poetic, and overly narcissistic. Hypnotic, agnostic, but slightly optimistic. Out of the forest to Manila fucking buses. It’s a tale about a man who waltzed among carcasses.”

It’s a midnight story!

12. Stellar Memories

The first song, besides the ones I’ve already heard before of course, that caught my attention in the album was this one. It’s a desperate attempt to preserve something we believe in and wish for its memories to last up to our end.

“Set up the fire and let’s dance around the house. Then watch it burn down like the dreams we fought so hard to get. If this is it, hope higher, ‘cause we’ll hide from the world and never make a….”

I feel like this is the best song to end the album with because I didn’t want it to end and I just kept it on loop for all its entirety because I liked each song.

I’ve already wrote a (lengthy) Instagram post about their well thought branding and packaging but I also want to commend them for the bomb line up and organized launch! Page Four Production reminded me so much of the first gigs of WAT UP and made me miss the team. From promotions to media exposures, to the materials! I look forward to attending gigs they’d come up with!

I won’t ask for more releases so soon because I want to savor this album and all its stories. I’ve already heard the Part I of Mr. Hyde and it’s Createurs’ gift to everyone who attended their launch so if you are curious, wait for the next album maybe it’d be included there.

This album will always have a special place in my heart. It’s definitely worth the long wait. Congrats, Createurs!

Listen to them on Spotify and follow them on their social media pages to be updated!

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wolfpawn · 6 years ago

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When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 2

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar and I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

Rating: Mature

‘She is too young.’ Thomas stated.

'She is without family and has twenty-eight thousand a year, a large estate and how much in reserve? If we do this, then we need never do it again.’ Lucille stated almost frantically.

‘She is only worth that alive.’ Thomas pointed out.

‘It does not have to be that way, leave it to me.’ Lucille smirked.

‘I am not entirely sure she will take your bait.’ Thomas commented, thinking of how she avoided people all evening.

‘You were able to get her to speak with you, which is considerably more than any other man was able to achieve.’ Lucille pointed out. ‘This is everything we need; if we succeed, we need never do this again. We can stay home, just us, no more begging money, no more women, out name restored and your inventions getting the attention they deserve.’ she caressed his cheek, Thomas leaning into her touch. ‘She is staying in Avondale House, we need to get you an invitation to join her there.’

‘And how shall we procure that?’

‘She apparently has a terrible habit of going for early morning walks by the river and is supposed to be something of an avid artist. She is supposedly quite good, use that to your advantage. If there is something those droll gossipmongers are good for, it is finding out everything and they are incapable of remaining silent.’ Lucille stated boredly as she loosened her dress. ‘But for now…’

Thomas sighed as he thought of what his sister wanted them to do again. He had grown weary of the deceit and death but the idea of it all coming to an end, the notion of never having to need anything or anyone again made him feel he could do it, one last time.

At least she was not unfortunate looking.

Sure enough, Thomas saw Charlotte as Lucille had stated he would, the only issue was, Charlotte was on the other side of the river that divided the property she was renting from the side that he was on that was a common use pathway across from her.

He walked towards her, fascinated by the level of focus she had on the page on her lap and whatever she was drawing. By the time he was parallel to her, she had not seemed to have noticed him. He watched her curiously for a few moments. When he heard a bird sound out, he took his gaze from her as he watched the bird take flight and when he looked back around again, she was looking at him. ‘Good morning, Mrs Hamilton.’

‘Sir Thomas.’ She rose from the felled tree stump that she had been sitting on and placed her sketch and her pencils in a satchel and turned to leave. ‘I shall leave you to your solitude.’

‘I was just walking by. I fear it is I that has interrupted yours.’ He explained. ‘I apologise unreservedly.’

‘I have not seen you on this path before.’ She turned towards him.

‘I am only coming here for the first time this morning after being recommended it by a most kind gentleman last night. I fear I have exhausted the other routes I used before this.’

‘From my understanding, there appears to be only one other route to walk of any considerable note around here.’ She commented curiously.

Thomas swallowed and gave a slightly nervous laugh. ‘Yes, there is, and as I stated, it has been exhausted.’

‘Dare I ask?’ She noted his anxious demeanour.

‘I find I am coming across most undesired company whilst I use that trail.’

‘I see.’ She nodded in comprehension. ‘Most understandable.’

Remembering her comments the evening previous regarding the actions of some, he used that as a manner of furthering the conversation. ‘Do you ever feel people will do anything to thrust themselves upon you in hopes of personal gain?’

She nodded sadly. ‘I fear that is all I know these days, it is of such common occurrence. I would hate to have a title also, I fear that would only add to my woes.’

‘It is not overly pleasant, I must confess. Women seek me often but on their meeting my sister and their treatment of her…’

‘You have a sister?’ Charlotte’s eyes brightened and her voice went up an octave in excitement.

‘Yes, Lucille.’ Thomas nodded.

‘And where is she in residence?’

‘She lives in our childhood home, Allerdale Hall, along with myself usually, but at present, she is back at our hotel.’

‘She is here?’

‘She is.’ Thomas confirmed. ‘Do you recall the woman that was playing the piano for the majority of the evening last night?’ Charlotte nodded. ‘That is Lucille.’

‘She was wonderful, how did I not see the resemblance?’ She self-chastised. ‘Please tell her I thought her splendid.’

‘I will be sure to pass on your compliments.’ He assured her. ‘I will leave you to your art now, Mrs Hamilton.’

‘Ms Charlotte.’ She smiled.

‘Ms Charlotte, then.’ He bowed.

‘Sir Thomas.’

He turned and continued his early morning walk, planning.

‘What?’ Lucille gave her brother a look of revulsion.

‘It’s perfect, Lucille. Her interest was piqued when she learned of you. Perhaps if you were to talk with her also, she would be more amicable.’ Thomas argued.

Lucille’s jaw clenched as she thought about it. It was true, it would make it seemed as they were not merely after her money but were to care for her. ‘Fine.’

Thomas took Lucille’s hands and pressed them to his lips. ‘We will be done with all of this soon, Lucille, I can feel it.’

Lucille feared to hope. ‘We shall see.’ She pulled back. ‘We need to move soon, we cannot stay here too much longer.’

Knowing what Lucille was implying, Thomas gave a slight nod. ‘We…’ Something outside caused his attention to go to the window and to the source of said distraction. ‘We need to go have some tea.’

‘Tea?’ Lucille gave him a momentary glance as though he had gone mad, giving their conversation mere moments before, but seeing Thomas focus being on something out the window, she walked over and looked out herself to see Charlotte walking into a tearoom across the street. ‘Tea it is then.’ She agreed, preparing herself for what this would entail.

* Charlotte requested the window seat, she loved watching people go by going about their business. She ordered her tea and scone and began to think to herself, looking out the window. When she turned slightly, she realised there were two shadows walking towards her and rose to her feet. ‘Oh, hello.’

‘Ms Charlotte, what a pleasant surprise to see you here.’ Thomas smiled politely. ‘Please, allow me to introduce you to my sister, Lady Lucille Sharpe.’

Charlotte was still slightly startled to see anyone at all by her and looked at Lucille blankly for a mere moment before smiling brightly. ‘Lady Sharpe, a pleasure to meet you.’

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ Lucille forced as best a smile as she could onto her face. ‘I hope we are not imposing. Thomas told me of his meeting you this morning and of your kind words regarding my playing, I thought it best to introduce myself.’

‘You played splendidly. It was an honour to listen to your fine playing for the evening. You are so clearly proficient, I dare say you practise often.’ Charlotte beamed.

‘I try to find the time.’ Lucille stated plainly.

‘Lucille is incredibly modest.’ Thomas smiled at Lucille before looking to Charlotte. ‘My sister is nothing short of a perfectionist in everything she does.’

‘Would you say that that is a shared trait, Sir Thomas?’ Charlotte asked curiously.

‘Perhaps so.’ He smiled back.

Charlotte was about to respond again when she noticed her tea coming.

Lucille too noticed. ‘We will leave you to your tea, come on, Thomas. Our apologies for disturbing you.’

‘It is no disruption.’ Charlotte smiled. ‘Actually, if you are not otherwise busy, I would love for you both to join me.’

‘We would not wish to impose.’ Thomas stated.

‘Please, cease such thoughts. I sorely miss good company.’

‘Do you not feel you find much of such company in these parts?’ Lucille asked, taking the seat closer to Charlotte, her brother pushing her chair in for her as she feigned interest.

‘I find myself surrounded by leeches and tricksters, if they were intelligent enough to hide their intentions, I would have to accuse them of being dangerous.’ Charlotte stated sadly, clearly upset by such actions. ‘I just wish for conversation with others that is not some form of resumé as to how they or theirs are good marriage material.’

‘I can imagine that has long become tiresome for you.’ Lucille nodded.

‘I find many see me as nothing more as a form of income.’ Charlotte sighed. ‘I never thought my life would come to such a point.’

Lucille looked at her for a moment before looking at her hand and forcing herself to touch the sleeved wrist of the younger woman. ‘We understand completely.’

‘But of course, you do. Thank you, it feels good to finally admit such.’

‘Naturally.’ Lucille nodded. ‘Surely you can speak with a member of your family regarding such matters?’

‘I fear the only person who takes any form of interest in me is a cousin of William’s who did not inherit either looks or demeanour of the Hamilton line, much less wealth and I fear the only reason he does so is to see a way to weasel in on the family money. But William was adamant that he would never see a single farthing. I would never dishonour him in such a way as to allow it.’

‘You cared for your husband?’ Lucille noted, her curiosity piqued.

‘William was a kind and good man. He treated me with respect and decency and I am incredibly grateful to him for such. Sadly, I never had the chance to truly be a wife to such a kind man.’ She looked sadly at her hands. ‘I apologise, I should not have said…’ She shook her head. ‘I think I should take my leave, I have taken enough of your time.’ She rose to her feet, Thomas who sat silently listening tose almost as swiftly as she had. ‘Excuse me.’ She rushed off. When she passed a server, she got their attention. ‘Anything the Baronet and his sister have, please, have it charged to me.’

‘Of course, Ma’am.’

With that, she left.

‘She is incredibly flighty.’ Thomas commented.

‘She is incredibly immature and simple-minded, you mean.’ Lucille corrected. ‘But we can use that.’

‘I am not sure about this, Lucille.’ Thomas looked around, ensuring there was no one so close to them as to overhear their conversation.

‘She is not strong or cold enough for this world, if anything, it would be an act of mercy. If this cousin if pressing we can use that too.’ She stated, her tone utterly void of emotion.

Thomas said nothing more on the matter.

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satoshi-mochida · 6 years ago

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Kadokawa Games is a more familiar brand in Japan than it is in the west, but recently the company has been working tirelessly to bring their popular titles over to the western audience. NIS America was kind enough to give us the opportunity to sit down with Yasuda-san (president of Kadokawa Games and writer for GOD WARS Future Past), Miyaoka-san (director of Metal Max Xeno), and Kouno-san (the very cool and laid back producer for Metal Max Xeno). We hope that all of you will enjoy this interview and feel encouraged to go out and try both GOD WARS Future Past and Metal Max Xeno! Let’s jump in!

GOD WARS The Complete Legend - Launch Trailer (Nintendo Switch)

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Honey-Chan [Miyaoka-san]: Where did the name Metal Max Xeno come from, and what inspired you to create the franchise?

Miyaoka-san: When you look up the letter X in the dictionary, there’s only about a page of words that start with X. That’s pretty much it! *laughs* As far as inspiration, a lot of it came from movies like Mad Max and really trying to recreate that world in a gaming format.

Honey-Chan: [Yasuda-san] What inspired the GOD WARS franchise?

Yasuda-san: I grew up in an area of Japan called Shimane-ken, which is much older than that of Kyoto and has a very rich history. This location dates back to the origins of Japan! After traveling around the world and experiencing other cultures, I realized just how fascinating Japanese culture really was, and so, I wanted to explore more of the thousands of years of history and tell that story through my work.

Honey-Chan [Miyaoka-san]: What made you choose tanks as the main travel option in the game? Why not a car or a plane?

Miyaoka-san/Kouno-san: Tanks are just very fearsome and have a lot of firepower. Machine guns are cool but the really big cannons are interesting. Tanks are also man-made and so they’re versatile in their movement, and because you’re doing a lot of monster hunting in the game we came to the conclusion that tanks are the strongest to destroy the monsters.

Honey-Chan [Yasuda-san]: The GOD WARS series is well known for its turn-based tactical approach and in the west, a lot of players are more accustomed to real-time action oriented titles. What was your reason behind choosing that style of gameplay?

Yasuda-san: Historically, there’s been a pretty huge gap ever since the release of Final Fantasy Tactics and Tactics Ogre, and I wanted to sort of fill that gap by creating a new tactics-based game and continue the legacy of the tactical series. I also really love tactical games and wanted to ensure that gamers of this generation could enjoy the genre as much as I do, adding in the more notable gameplay mechanics that current players are familiar with (buffs, debuffs, etc). My long term goal is to continue polishing and refining the game to help it evolve to the next level and make it a better game overall. In fact, my big dream is to make a RTS tactics RPG and really create a unique experience using various elements!

Honey-Chan [Miyaoka-san]: The customization feature within Metal Max Xeno was very well made, allowing you to really fine tune your tank to look colorful and stand out. The character customization section was also polished as well. What was the creative process behind adding the feature into the game?

Miyaoka-san: As a hardcore gamer, I really enjoy a lot of games, and so I wanted to add elements into Metal Max Xeno that I liked the most. Whatever elements I enjoyed I took them and tried to make them better for our game. I started out playing Wizardry and from there moved onto other titles gradually, so it’s more or less a combination of all genres that helped to inspire me. I really love Fallout 3! When I played Everquest I thought of it as a more realistic version of Wizardry, but I do sometimes go back to play Wizardry because it means a lot to me.

Honey-Chan [Yasuda-san]: Earlier you talked about coming from a very historical period. A lot of players in the west may not be too familiar with the Japanese cultural references in the game. What was your approach in delivering this content over to the west, knowing the culture differences?

Yasuda-san: Without going into too much detail, ‘Kojiki’ was sort of the motif for the first game since it’s one of Japan’s oldest historical written pieces. One of the biggest hurdles was trying to express the uniqueness of the culture without damaging its cultural significance. Other titles like Shin Megami Tensei have also used the motif for their titles, but I really wanted to emphasize its richness so that everyone can enjoy it whether or not they truly understood it completely. If players could approach it from the perspective of the game being fun and interactive, sort of like how children enjoy anime, they can become more indulged in Japanese culture without feeling too lost.

Honey-Chan [Kouno-san]: The art style in Metal Max Xeno has certainly changed when compared to previous titles in the series, and it looks great. The cel-shaded approach really gave the game more life. Was there any reason why you chose this particular style?

Kouno-san: The biggest reason for the change was due to the hardware upgrade from Nintendo to PlayStation. The series isn’t really known for being high end but we still wanted to create something appealing and stylish for the new platform, since our game overall is quite unique and we want to retain that uniqueness. When I had the chance to work closely with Miyaoko-san I was totally moved by its unique approach, similar to Ken to Mahou’s unique style, and at that moment I knew creating a new style would surely work for Metal Max. Ultimately, that led to the outline style that you see in the game.

One of our character designers, Atsuji Yamamoto, stated that having an outline for the characters really added more appeal and attractiveness in a visual sense. The art style feels very familiar to the Japanese audience and hits the spot.

Honey-Chan [Yasuda-san]: Which platform do you prefer to work on more? Nintendo Switch or PlayStation 4? And second, will we see a sequel for the game?

Yasuda-san: For GOD WARS Future Past we initially thought that the Vita was the main platform and because of that, there were limitations that didn’t allow characters to really have the freedom to move around. As a result it created long loading times and so I had to reconsider the game from a different perspective in terms of gameplay, graphics, and tone it down to work on the Vita platform. With the Nintendo Switch and PlayStation 4 I was able to really fulfil what I truly wanted to do for the game, and so I’m happy with both.

As for the sequel, I’ve already started writing up the next story! This is the first time I’ve mentioned this to the western audience by the way!

Honey-Chan: Lucky! *laughter*

Honey-Chan [Miyaoka-san]: Will we see a sequel in the Metal Max franchise? Will it be Xeno 2? An entirely new name?

Miyaoka-san: Actually, Kouno-san has asked me to start writing up a new scenario for the sequel and it hasn’t been passed onto Yasuda-san yet, so to be quite honest! *laughs* Regarding the name, we’re still not sure what it will turn out to be, so you’ll have to wait and see!

Honey-Chan [Everyone]: Any final words for fans of Kadokawa Games?

Kouno-san: Metal Max Xeno is releasing this month and I’d love to keep working alongside Miyaoka-san to ensure the game improves! Any feedback that fans have I’d love to hear them, so that way we can incorporate it into future titles. I really want fans to experience the new elements and mechanics that Metal Max Xeno has to offer!

[We provided a bit of feedback on the character customization, to which Kouno-san replied, “it’s quite difficult to implement such detail! We really would love to but yeah, it’s very challenging”. “I got, I got it”, said Miyaoka-san] *laughs*

Miyaoka-san: Happy Hunting!

Honey-Chan: Really, that’s it?!

Miyaoka-san: *laughter* With Metal Max Xeno we’ve made a lot of changes to make the gameplay more interesting, so you can simply go on and ignore the story and just, you know, go full blast into… happy hunting! *huge laughter*

Yasuda-san: So GOD WARS is actually made up of three storylines, with the last section bringing the total to 160 hours of gameplay. If you’re able to complete that last portion of the game and see the cutscene, there’s actually a hint to the next sequel! I hope that people will play it to the very end to find out!

Final Thoughts

We’d like to say a huge thank you once again to NIS America and Kadokawa Games, for giving us this wonderful opportunity to sit down and enjoy a wonderful interview and discussion with Kouno-san, Miyaoka-san, and Yasuda-san. We hope to have the same pleasure again in the near future, and to discuss more about new titles coming from Kadokawa Games! Yoroshiku! Be sure to also check out our reviews for both titles!

#NIS America #Kadokawa Games #God Wars #Metal Max Xeno #Metal Max #Honey's Anime #Never used this site before.#long post #The screenshot from Metal Max Xeno is from when you rescue Toni.

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cathygeha · 7 years ago

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Businessman, Xavier Finch was at the brothel to meet with a potential investor. He never intended to spend the night. When he sees Lily he instantly recognizes her, but she doesn’t remember him.

Now Xavier has only one night to make her his.

Are you ready to spend the night with Xavier?

Virgin, Lily MacKay has been drugged, kidnapped and imprisoned in a Hong Kong brothel with no way of escaping. And she’s tried. Will the man she’s been given to for the night be her worst nightmare or her rescuer?

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Excerpt One:

During the several hours we were all downstairs, I found myself watching him closely and making a mental list of everything I learned. One discovery I made was that he likes his scotch with only one ice cube, not the three or four that usually fill a glass. He also seemed to enjoy the mini crab cakes, if the amount of them he ate was any indication. Having stolen several of them myself, I would have to agree they were delicious. The house has an amazing restaurant-style kitchen and a chef that caters to any of the client’s tastes, no matter the time day or night.

The man also seemed to only be on friendly terms with the short, pudgy man who had accompanied him. The rest of the gentlemen, like the girls, he mostly ignored, though several of the gentlemen clearly wanted to impress him. The man’s face had been a cold mask of indifference the entire evening.

I had briefly wondered if he was married, not that it stopped any of his companions from enjoying themselves. When I handed him his drink, I noticed a lack of a wedding band. This could mean nothing, since not all men wear bands, but if my husband looked like this man, he would be wearing a huge one—telling the world he is taken. Maybe he’s gay?

This is the first time that any man has requested me, and I never imagined it would be this man stepping through the door. I’m surprised. The entire time we were downstairs the only words he said to me was a polite “thank you” as I served him. He barely even looked at me. Why did he request a room with me?

If I’m honest with myself, I’m a little—a lot—relieved. He’s at least not old, fat, or a disgusting combination of the two. And I admit, begrudgingly, that he is sinfully attractive. The thought of this man touching, kissing, and penetrating me doesn’t make my skin crawl or my stomach bubble with acid. It scares me, but maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend we met during a night of clubbing and this is all my own choice. Or maybe not.

Excerpt Two:

Slowly I widen my stance, opening my legs, my heart racing at how vulnerable I am now. Not that I wasn’t before, but this feels worse for some reason.

I’m naked. Alone. And opening myself up to this man.

One of his hands moves to grab my ass firmly in his palm, holding me steady. With the other, he raises two fingers and places them on my lips. I open my mouth wordlessly, and he thrusts them inside.

“Suck,” he growls, his golden eyes sparking with desire.

I do what I’m told, trying to ignore how good his salty masculine skin tastes, and pretending not to imagine or wonder what sucking another part of his anatomy would be like.

“Enough.” The man pulls his fingers from my mouth. His eyes widen with shock when I nip at the tips of his fingers in retaliation, and I see another hint of a sexy smile.

He moves his hand down to my pussy and spreads my lips, using his saliva soaked fingers to probe my entrance.

“You’re fuckin’ tight,” he groans, slowly forcing not just one but two thick fingers into me.

“Please,” I gasp, grabbing onto his forearms, the strong thick muscles briefly distracting me from the burn of being stretched and invaded.

“Relax,” he snaps, squeezing my bottom roughly.

“Sir. Please,” I groan as his fingers continue their inspection.

“You weren’t lying,” the man says casually as his thumb pushes its way between my outer lips. My body jerks when it hits my clit. He begins caressing it gently with his calloused digit. My traitorous body responds, relaxing under his spell. The man’s fingers are still inside of me, and I can feel myself aching in places I didn’t know existed.

“How come no one’s ever fucked your gorgeous body before?” he asks conversationally. I look up into his face, which no longer seems cold. With every gentle stroke against my clit, my body is betraying me.

“I never met any man I wanted touching me,” I admit breathlessly.

“Do you like me touching you?” he whispers lazily into my ear as he nuzzles my neck.

Before I can answer, he slowly slides his fingers partially out of my sex, before sliding them back in, all the while continuing to tease my clit.

“No,” I lie as my sex floods with pleasure, wetting the man’s fingers with my cream.

“Liar,” he replies amused, continuing his ministration. “Well, I certainly enjoy touching you.”

Excerpt Three:

Fuck!

I thought having Lily cover up her gorgeous, tight little body would make her less distracting—enticing. But seeing her sitting here in nothing by my shirt has me wanting to toss her onto the bed and fuck her right now.

My cock may think that’s a perfect plan, but I’m not that much of an asshole. I probably shouldn’t have made her strip, or fucking touched her to begin with. In my defense, I had to be sure they hadn’t harmed her, had to see with my own eyes there wasn’t any lasting damage to her body.

Once I got my hands on her, caressing her delicate skin and bringing her to climax had been instinctual. Watching her let go, embrace the pleasure I could give her, and forget about the world around her, made my cock ache and my heart light. I had sensed her attraction to me earlier, and I needed to see how she’d respond to my touch. Her wet cunt squeezing my fingers in orgasm told me all I needed to know.

Never in a million years would I have thought Lily was a virgin. A fucking virgin. Even though I’ve had my fingers in her tight pussy and felt her barrier, I still can’t believe no one’s ever fucked her. Miracle.

Lily’s innocence has me wanting to both corrupt and protect her in equal measure. Nothing is stopping me from doing both. She’s the type of woman I’ve been unknowingly searching for. Cultured. Intelligent. Untouched. It’s just my luck that I find her in a fucking Hong Kong brothel.

She’s mine now.

And I protect what’s mine.

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Module One - Creating Meaningful Relationships

Week 3 Peer Interaction Task 1 & 2

Task 1: Turn to the instant inventory on page 67 of the textbook “A Teacher’s Guide to Cognitive Type Theory & Learning Style” and determine your own type preferences.

I thought the Instant Insight Inventory was super fun and interesting to do. I was really looking forward to seeing if I would receive the same personality type I was given when I took the Myers-Briggs 16Personalities test—and I did! I would describe myself as someone who is quiet, sensitive, kind, and prefers to be alone. I focus on and remember lots of detail—even the smallest of things. Another thing I enjoy doing is getting away from reality either by daydreaming in my own head or consuming media (books, music, movies) revolving around lives I wish I could live. The results I received told me that my personality type is INFP—meaning I lean towards introversion, intuition, feeling, and perceiving. The INFP is imaginative, idealistic, reflective, independent, creative, stubborn, and easily hurt. My results did not surprise me at all (as I had predicted them and have received the same results every time I have done a personality test in the past), nor do I have much disagreement with any aspect of my results. The only part of the INFP description I feel as though I really do not fit is creativity. I have never really enjoyed creating art (in any form—stories, poetry, paintings, etc) as much as I enjoy consuming art. I appreciate creativity, I just don’t think of myself as a creator. Other than that, I really related to my results—especially the points about being imaginative as well as easily hurt.

Task 2: First, as a group decide who will be in the introvert group and who will be the extroverts. Then please do the following tasks:

As a teacher, what strategies would work for you to get the best energy you can?

With others of your type in your group, discuss what it feels like to be around a lot of folks who are “opposite” to you. (That is extroverts should say what it feels to like to be around a lot of introverts when you are the only extrovert. Introverts should say what it feels to like to be around a lot of extroverts when you are the only introvert.)

Introverts: make a list of how it feels and post it to the group. “Opposite types” in the group please read the list.

Extroverts: make a list of how it feels and post it to the group. “Opposite types” in the group please read the list.

Refer to your textbook to see how others have done this exercise

Come up with a list of how your type behaves in a classroom. “Opposite types” in the group please read the list.

If you have any questions to ask of your opposite type post them now.

As an introverted teacher, the strategies that would work for me to get the best energy I can would be from within, as introverts have a more internal focus of energy. A strategy I think I would use for this is having allocated in-class silent journaling time, for students to share their reflections of the school-day or school-week with me. Not only would this be a way for the students to internally reflect, benefitting themselves, but it would also help me as an educator to get a deeper understanding of my students’ needs as well as what works for them and what doesn’t. When I’m around a lot of extroverts as the lone introvert, I sometimes feel anxious because I’m worried they will take my silence as me being rude or judgmental—like I don’t want to be there (when that definitely isn’t the case). I can also feel quite awkward and uncomfortable as I usually end up doing things that are out of my comfort zone when I am with extroverts (simply following what they’re doing). I can also feel nervous as extroverts are the type to speak their honest truth rather than tread lightly around the subject, which can be a little stressful for an introvert—especially as an INFP, the personality type prone to sensitivity. However, at the same time I can even feel excited because of the new environments and new experiences I am pushed into.

In a classroom, my type behaves as

Cautious

Considerate

Quiet

Thoughtful

Respectful

Private

My question to any of the extroverts: Do you have any tips you would give to inspire the more introverted, quiet kids to participate openly in classroom discussions?

Week 2 Progress Log:

When do you feel…

Safe:

I feel safe when I can stand up and stretch in the morning without my health issues acting up and feeling pain in my chest or seeing stars in my eyes.

The actions I take to make sure I am feeling safe include keeping a glass of orange juice alongside my bottle of water on my nightstand, making sure I have antacids on me at all times, and keeping in close contact with my family doctor as we sort through the variety of blood-related issues I struggle with.

Some other actions I could take to help me feel safe would include being more consistent with taking my iron supplement pills for my anemia, purchasing a wireless blood pressure monitor, and eating a more nutrient-rich, consistent, filling diet.

Loved:

I feel loved when I can talk to someone about anything, such as my likes and dislikes, fears, and opinions, without worry that they will judge, belittle, or speak over me.

The actions I take to make sure I am feeling loved include talking to those near and dear to me often, even if all we really have is virtual communication at the moment.

A further action I could take, and need to take, is to cut off those who I even worry will judge, belittle, or speak over me. I cannot and will not truly feel loved if I am surrounding myself with people who make me feel bad about myself.

Powerful:

I feel powerful when I have had a good, long sleep and I feel well-rested, energetic, and eager to face the day.

The actions I take to make sure I am feeling powerful include reading before bed, taking melatonin supplements, and using a sleep tracker app.

An action I know I need to take to feel powerful in this sense is avoid all technology before heading to bed. My inconsistency with this makes it hard to become a habit, but

Free:

I feel free when I can take time to myself and temporarily tune out the real world by going on long, fast bike rides alone.

The biggest action I have taken to make sure I am able to feel free is bettering my time-management skills. Now that I spend less time procrastinating the schoolwork I need to get done and instead work on it as soon as it is due, I am able to have more free time to myself to actually do what I want to do, creating a nice school-life balance. Another action I could take in order to feel more free (or least in order to be able to do this more often, as I live in Vancouver) would be to invest in water-proof, weather-proof biking gear that will protect both myself and my bike for my own safety.

Pleasured:

I feel pleasured when I eat a good meal, especially when it is a meal I have cooked myself. The actions I take to make sure I feel pleasured include grocery shopping, looking up fun recipes online, and motivating myself to get in the kitchen by following cooking and food blogs onlines.Some other actions I could take to feel this pleasure would be making cooking a fun hobby to do with others, such my family or boyfriend, as well as meal-planning and deleting food-ordering apps, such as Skip The Dishes or UberEats off my phone.

Summary:

Although my answers themselves felt pretty typical to me and did not provide me with any shock or surprise, thinking about the further actions I could take did. While I definitely make a strong effort to make sure I am able to feel those adjectives mentioned above, I’ve realized that the reason I have yet to take those further actions must be out of self-sabotage. The further actions I mentioned were not hard, tedious tasks. They are simple acts of self-care that must be done. Writing this progress log has led me to realize I have been putting off extremely important things, such as taking important health supplements, cutting off people who make me feel bad about myself, and taking further biking safety precautions, as well as reflect on why I have been putting these things off.

Assignment 1: Students With Special Needs

The needs I have chosen to focus on for this assignment are the special needs of the Gifted students of the classroom. The reason why I chose the needs of Gifted students is because I have seen firsthand the neglect and mistreatment they [can] receive from their teachers and classmates due to their differences, as well as how this neglect and mistreatment affects their academic performance, behaviour, development of social skills, and overall well being. The specific needs I will be looking at are their Emotional needs, with a focus on their Social needs as a Gifted student. In “Knowing Your Students and their Special Needs” by Weinstein & Romano, they discuss struggles Gifted students face in the classroom, such as social alienation from peers and a lack of connection and engagement with material (Weinstein, C.S., & Romano, M., Knowing Your Students and their Special Needs, 2015), as well as how these struggles impact things in these students’ day-to-day lives, such as their ability to socialize, interact, and engage with others, their actions, behaviour, and behavioural development, and their level of success in school.

The first article I have chosen is titled “A Case for Affective Education: Addressing the Social and Emotional Needs of Gifted Students” by Stephanie Ferguson. This article discusses the unique treatment Gifted students receive from their teachers and peers, and how this treatment can lead to things such as social isolation. The main points of this article are:

How being Gifted can lead to exclusion and alienation as well as the effects this exclusion and alienation can have on students.

The importance of developing a flexible, special curriculum and routine, leading to a more balanced school life for each student involved.

The second article I have chosen is titled “Putting the Well-Being of All Students (Including Gifted Students) First” by Tracy L. Cross. This article discusses the crucial role teachers play in the performance of Gifted students as well as examines the toxic side effects incessant praise and expectations from an educator has on a Gifted student. The main points of this article are:

In order to truly improve the schooling experience of students, the school board itself and teachers must have each and every student’s best interests in mind when planning school activities—even Gifted students. How teachers’ perception of Gifted students can lead to frustrating, strained, disconnected teacher-student relationships.

The third article I have chosen is titled “Social Emotional Needs: Social and Emotional Development of Gifted Students: A Psychosocial Bill or Rights for Students (Including Those with Gifts and Talents)” by Tracy L. Cross. This article discusses the importance of treating every student with equal respect as well as the rights each student has—no matter their academic capabilities. The main points of this article are:

Every student has the right to receive praise for their academic abilities without receiving excessive and uncalled for pressure or guilt.

Every student has the right to access to a challenging, rigorous curriculum and well-trained educators who are able to properly teach it.

Every student has the right to attend an institution they feel safe and welcome in—mentally, emotionally, physically, intellectually, and socially.

The main ideas and points in these articles go hand-in-hand with one another as well as with “Knowing your Students and their Special Needs” by Weinstein & Romano. The main ideas these articles have in common with one another are that Gifted students are often left behind by their teachers and their schools (thus being left behind by their peers, as well) and regarded as not needing any extra help or support due to their academic advancement. These factors lead to issues such as behavioural issues (classroom disruptions), social issues (unable to effectively or confidently communicate), and self-esteem issues (perfectionism, placing unhealthy amounts of pressure on self). Teachers need to do better and hold themselves more responsible and accountable regarding the level and quality of education Gifted students are receiving as well as the treatment these students receive from their classmates and staff.

The Letter to my Future Self:

Dear Chloe,

As a teacher, I hope you always remember the importance of getting to know your students and each of their special needs. No two students are the same, and what works for one may not work for another. I know that this career will get stressful, but if you start to follow and always remember to follow these rules from your first day of teaching, it will make your life and job not only much easier, but much more rewarding, as well.

Three things I WILL do regarding the Gifted students with Special Needs in my future classroom:

I will pay close attention to how they interact with the work they are given. I will make sure they remain intellectually stimulated and engaged, even if they are levels above other students in the class. I will achieve this through the creation of professional, open, trusting relationships with my students through personal, miniature check-ins to update me on how the student is doing and feeling both emotionally and academically.

I will create a social, safe class environment with students that are able to interact and work with those who are even most unlike them. I will create a classroom environment where students feel comfortable around each other regardless of their reading, writing, and arithmetic skills. There will be no levels of hierarchy in my classroom in any way, shape, or form. I will achieve this through the teaching of respect, kindness, and openness.

I will always make sure to leave an element of open-endedness in each assignment, project, and/or essay I assign. I will give my students this option of freedom and variety as to give them the opportunity to intellectually stimulate themselves in ways I may not have considered as a way to keep them interested and engaged with the material, especially if it is material they are advanced in comparison to or ahead of.

Three things I WILL NOT do regarding the Gifted students with Special Needs in my future classroom:

I will not single them out to discuss their work in front of the class without permission. I will not use them as an example to hold over their classmates heads.

I will not isolate or alienate Gifted students by giving them completely different work, allowing them to work with only each other, or sending them to another room or area of the classroom to do their work away from peers.

I will not place extra stress and/or work on them. I will not let them know of higher expectations or levels of disappointment unless I feel it is beneficial and crucial to their schoolwork.

Here is what I hope would be a poem from the perspective of a Gifted student with Special Needs in my future classroom:

everyday I walk into class

wanting to joyfully skip by the desks I pass

I wonder to myself, “Today what will we do?”

but who’s to say, with Ms. Gray it’s always something new

I feel excited,cheerful, comfortable, too

as I approach my seat, my friends exclaim “We were all waiting for you!

”the teacher asks a question I immediately knew

she calls on me and I say “The answer is two!”I used to fear raising my hand

now I’m no longer afraid to take that stand

my peers pat me on the back and give me praise

and suddenly I know I have reached better days.

References

"A Case for Affective Education: Addressing the Social and Emotional Needs of Gifted Students in the Classroom « SENG.“ SENG. N.p., n.d. Web. 20 June 2015. Cross, Tracy L. (2015). Social Emotional Needs. Gifted Child Today Magazine, 38(2), 128–129. https://doi.org/10.1177/1076217515569278

Cross, T. L. (2002). Putting the Well-Being of All Students (Including Gifted Students) First. Gifted Child Today, 25(4), 14–17. https://doi.org/10.4219/gct-2002-84

“Knowing your Students and their Special Needs.” Weinstein, C.S., & Romano, M. (2015).

Reflection: I included the Peer Interaction Tasks of Week 3 in this portfolio because they reflect me coming out of my comfort zone. I tend to struggle with forming meaningful relationships and connecting with others on a deeper level, so these Tasks definitely pushed me to be more open. I also included these Tasks in my Portfolio as I believe they have taught me ways to connect with my future students, especially those who may be unable to communicate their needs otherwise. I can definitely see myself using Type indicator quizzes with my future classes in order to get a better understanding of their needs and goals as learners. These tasks also gave me a better understanding of extroverts both as teachers and as students, allowing me to explore a variety of learning and teaching styles I hadn’t considered before due to my introversion. I included the Week 2 Progress Log because it shows a moment of weakness early on in the course—it reflects the struggles I had with deep reflection as well as being able to articulate my needs. I was unable to effectively describe how the feelings and actions discussed were linked to my needs. Though it wasn’t my best piece of work, I believe it is important to include as it was a learning moment for me regarding my understanding of what it means to truly, deeply reflect and connect. I included Assignment 1: Students with Special Needs because it provided me with a deeper understanding of the variety of needs students have in the classroom, especially of those I had not considered prior to doing this assignment. For this assignment, the students with Special Needs I chose were Gifted Students—the reason for this being that prior to this course, I had never even considered Gifted Students as having “special needs” in the classroom. This assignment really opened my eyes on how narrow-minded my idea of Special Needs really was. I thought this assignment was really interesting because it forced us, the prospective teachers, to focus on an aspect of learning and the classroom that for too long the education system has swept under the rug. Overall, I chose the assignments I did for two main reasons. I believe they really helped me overcome the anxieties that originally rendered me unable to open up to others and effectively practice deep self-reflection. These assignments also opened me up to different perspectives I was unable to see otherwise—the perspectives of Extroverts; the perspectives of Special Needs students. As an educator, it will be my job to form meaningful relationships with all students—not solely the students who share learning or type characteristics with myself, and I cannot expect to be able to do so if I have a static idea of what students are like, and what students need. I had big learning moments regarding my understanding of what it means to get to know students as well as the realities of this career. Something that stood out to me is how many different ways there are to get to know and understand your students. One way to get to know your students that has really stuck with me is the use of writing narratives in the classroom, which allows you to get to know your students (and vice-versa), with more depth and understanding. After the completion of this Module, I feel much more informed, but I also know that I have much more to learn. Sometimes, I forget the intricacies of this career and what the job really entails, but this Module has made me excited and eager to learn much more in my coming years. I have also been introduced to the raw, real aspects of teaching, such as the inability to interfere with a students life—there will be students that are going through hardships in their lives that I have no control over, and I must accept I am not a psychologist or a Judge. It is a bit disheartening to think of that somewhat powerless aspect of the career, especially as I am very in tune with feelings and empathy, but I know these feelings will just inspire me to be even better at what I am doing and what I do have control over. Understanding and coming to terms with this was a huge learning moment for me. Though I have experienced some change in this aspect, something I am still in the process of learning and developing is the way I approach work. I tend to rely on my own narratives and ideas because that is what feels most comfortable to me. In fact, I used to feel fear and anxiety when I knew I would be completing an assignment on an experience or topic I was not familiar with. However, my experience completing the Students with Special Needs assignment really helped me understand the significance of doing so. This significance has motivated me to work harder, as I consider doing work like this inspiring, decentering myself and truly thinking about others, which I believe has made me less ignorant and oblivious in my work. The area where I saw the most growth was in stepping out my comfort zones. Throughout my entire academic career, I have really disliked personal writing, as I have always felt uncomfortable and awkward in talking about myself. Prior to this course, I did not notice this, but this disliking for personal writing took a toll on my ability to reflect. My inability to deeply reflect and link my feelings to my needs was evident in my Week 2 Progress Log. I definitely believe I have improved since throughout the course, with evidence being shown in my Progress Logs of Week 9 and 10. To aid with this process, I wrote journal-entries about my feelings and day-to-day life to get more more comfortable with the idea of reflection and sharing. Overall, this Module helped me immensely regarding my ability to reflect, communicate with others, and articulate my feelings and needs. I walk away from this Module reflecting on what I have learned about the power of Narrative, Choice & Type Theory, and what I now know about Introverted/Extroverted students, intuitive/sensing students, and students with Special Needs—as well as how to make the classroom a safe, accepting place of learning that will work for everyone.

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Your Ghost - Chapter 1

New York, 1999.

He wanted her to live again, even if she could only come back to him through the pages of a book.

A/N: Hi all. I’ve been sitting on this for a while I finally decided to post the first chapter. I have a rough outline but I don’t know how many chapters there are going to be, maybe 6? This is AU, Mileven, takes place 15 years after Eleven disappeared. Most of season 2 still happened, but there was no Mike/Eleven Reunion at the end of episode 8. Will eventually post on Ao3, but I dunno when I’m gonna get my invite to set up an account. Enjoy!

28 October 1999

“Ladies and gentlemen thank you for coming here today. There will be a book signing of this amazing book after this session. Now, the reason for why we are all here today, and why some of you have been lining up outside the venue all night, is currently backstage, waiting patiently for me to stop nerding out and pull myself together to introduce him!

After publishing his first novel and topping the New York bestseller’s list at only the age of 23, he is here tonight to talk about his newest novel, titled the Ides of Winter, and the third book in the world famous Montauk series. Everybody, please join me in welcoming to the stage, Michael Wheeler!”

***

It was one month and 17 days into the book tour. Mike had one more stop in New York before he could call it a day and go home.

He was so goddamned tired, he still had several book signings, an interview with the New Yorker (with that pretentious prig, Howell), a TV appearance on the Today Show, and, a few radio interviews, before he can escape back to the Lake house in Lovell, Maine which he now called home.

It’s not all bad news though. New York means seeing Will again for the first time since Christmas.

Not that Mike has completely lost all touch with his old friends, quite on the contrary.

After graduating from a fine arts course at his brother’s alma mater, NYU, Will had decided to stay in the city. He’d eventually landed an unpaid internship at a small start up animation studio. Now Will split his time travelling back and forth from California to New York as the head character designer on a number of superhero animated cartoons that Mike watched religiously on Saturday mornings.

It wasn’t hard to stay in touch with Will, it was just that this last year had been manic. Mike had barely fit in time for sleep what with working frantically to get his novel finished, having to attend stressful and tense meetings with his editor, forcing himself to return his lawyers’ phone calls about a copyright infringement litigation his publishers had commenced on his behalf, and having to deal with ideas about for the short story anthology he had been working on springing up at the most inconvenient times.

He and Will still managed to talk every other day though, either by telephone or AIM.

Ever since Nancy and Jonathan officially became a couple around Christmas of ‘84, Jonathan and Will became regular dinner guests at the Wheeler residence. He and Will had become almost inseparable, more than anybody in the party.

During his parents’ divorce, which took place during Mike’s sophomore year of high school, with Nancy and Jonathan away at college, Mike spent more and more time at the Byers’ residence, trying to escape the tensions at home, right up until he left for college in ‘89.

At college, Mike made new friends, attended dumb keg parties, dated girls, but he never lost touch with Dustin, Will, Lucas, or Max.

You didn’t help save the end of the world with your friends, twice, and then drift away from them over trivial things like distance and attending different colleges.

In fact, Mike had just met up with Dustin only a few months ago. Dustin had been in Maine for some reason connected with his annoyingly mysterious job.

After Dustin had graduated from MIT he had immediately been recruited by a secretive tech company in California. Dustin couldn’t talk about where he worked or what he did at his job. Whenever people asked him where he worked he’d tell them Cyberdyne Systems with a straight face.

He and Dustin had attended the Phantom Menace premiere together with Dustin’s then-girlfriend, Cindy. The boys had left the movie theatre deflated and heartsore while Cindy had tried valiantly to console them by saying all the wrong things.

Dustin called Mike a few weeks later to inform him that he and Cindy were no longer going out.

“I had to dump her Mike, she said she thought Jar Jar Binks was cute. Also she refused to share her food with me when we went out.”

“So?”

“So? So? It’s weird. We go out for Italian and I end up having to eat an entire Pepperoni pizza on my own, which I don’t really mind, but then her ravioli looks good too, but she won’t let me have any because she likes us to have our own meals. And don’t even get me started on that time I took her to Wang’s Treasure Palace.”

Besides those occasional and surprising visits during the year there was always Christmas and New Years at Lucas and Max’s place to look forward to.

Of all of them only Lucas and Max had opted to return to Hawkins. Lucas quit his mechanical engineering job and got a position as an assistant professor, teaching at the community college only after a few years in Chicago. Max got a job as a mechanic at a garage. They bought a house, got married, and got busy starting a family.

Mike smiled at the memory of last year’s Christmas.

He’d practically lived at Lucas and Max’s house the whole time he was there since the picture perfect Wheeler family Christmases that his mom had worked so hard to create during his childhood was now only a distant memory.

Nancy preferred to spend her Christmases in New York with Jonathan and Mrs Byers. The Wheeler home had been sold a few years ago when Holly had left to go to college. Holly preferred to spend her holidays in Chicago with her boyfriend’s family.

His mom was away on another cruise, and, his dad was busy with wife number two.

So, Mike spent his Christmas and News Years at the Sinclairs. He’d taught their three-year-old son, Robbie, how to build a snowman. He conducted a twelve-hour D & D Campaign, pelted Dustin with snowballs, watched a pregnant Max eat all the ice-cream and listened to her complain about how gassy pregnancy made her, watched a star wars marathon and gorged on pizza on Christmas day (just because Max was the only girl in the party did not mean that she would be cooking and cleaning for four man-child wastoids who liked to mooch off her and Lucas).

Mike considered a detour to Hawkins for a visit after New York so he could meet the newest addition to the Sinclair family, baby Grace, who was about to turn 6 months old. He decided to bring it up with Will tonight at dinner.

Mike pulled himself back to the present and to the interviewer who was introducing him to her broadcast audience.

“You’re listening to Terry Gross on Fresh Air. Joining us today is Michael Wheeler, author of the best selling book series, Montauk. The series is set in the 60s, in the small town of Montauk in upstate New York, the town is haunted by the misdeeds of its occupants.

The main protagonist is Millie, a brave young girl, with a few secrets of her own.

When Millie’s best friend, Noah, goes missing in mysterious and sinister circumstances, she sets out on a journey into the woods near the town to find him. The first two books in the series have already sold over 80 million copies worldwide and a movie adaptation of the first novel is currently in the works. The third book in the series, Ides of Winter, was released recently.

Michael was only 23 when the first novel in the series was published. He was awarded the Hugo Award for best new author in ‘95 and he has been named one of Time’s most influential people of the year. Michael thank you so much for joining us today.”

“Of course, thank you for having me.”

Terry was one of the best interviewers Mike had the pleasure of meeting. Her soft spoken and inquisitive questions put him immediately at ease, so much so that so he almost forgot he was being interviewed on radio.

He didn’t forget to lie though.

When Terry asked him about where he’d drawn inspiration from for his twelve-year-old girl protagonist, he told her Millie was a blend of himself and the two sisters whom he’d grown up with.

When Terry asked him what drew him to the supernatural and horror themes prevalent in his novels, he only talked about the books and authors he’d read growing up.

“Michael, my favourite chapter of your second novel is the Cave of Horrors. I’m sure you get that a lot. I just wanted to ask you about that chapter, because it’s pivotal, its when Millie comes to believe that she may have truly lost her friend forever, and you write so well about grief, and loss, and the trauma associated with that at such a young age. I guess what I wonder is, was this kind of loss something you had experience with?”

Mike pauses for a long moment.

He doesn’t know what it was, perhaps it’s the kindness in Terry’s voice.

Maybe it was the year he’d just had, it’d been especially difficult.

Maybe it was the tour.

Maybe it was the thought of that big empty lake house waiting for him at the end of the tour.

Maybe he’s just so tired of the lies and the bullshit. He didn’t really even understand why he still did it; it’s as natural as breathing, but its been almost 15 years. All the men who could punish him or his friends for saying the wrong thing are long gone.

He doesn’t know why or what it is, but all of a sudden his chest feels as if it’s been cracked wide open and its like everyone can see the wound inside him, vulnerable and raw as the day it happened. He wants to tell the world about her, he wants to scream it from the top of the Empire State Building.

He’s twelve years old again, he can smell the tang of blood and the smoke of ashes that had never touched fire. He can hear the violent and desperate screams of a dying creature ringing in his ears and in between darkness and the flickering fluorescent lights, he sees her eyes, tired, resigned, and filled with pain.

Goodbye Mike.

He wanted her to live again, even if she could only come back to him through the pages of a book.

So he’d saved her the only way he knew how. She came back to life by people reading his book, by growing to love and adore Millie, the brave and wonderful girl that would face monsters and death in order to save her friends.

“I….I lost a friend when I was a kid Terry. I don’t really speak about it often. But the way that it happened….it was violent and sudden. I don’t think I was able to come to grips with it for many years. It’s hard to admit sometimes, I think I lie to myself about it, but so much of her is in my writing.”

Terry nodded thoughtfully even though though the gesture won’t be captured by the microphone.

“Did writing help you with dealing with that loss?”

Mike answered honestly, “I don’t know. Some days I think it’s made it worse, because she’s with me, everyday. I live and breathe the loss of her in work. But its just become inseparable from me, the pain. I think it’s just like an arm, or a leg. You heal, but you’re not ever the same. And you never really forget what you lost.”

#mike/eleven #mileven #fanfic #stranger things #au mileven #chapter 1 #authormike

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The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires

I don’t know about you, reader, but it’s been actual years since I was able to properly sit down and finish a book. My last one was Lovecraft Country in 2018, and many, many years before that. Reading used to be a big passion of mine, I loved to get lost in the worlds. I loved the movie that played out in my head as I read, as if it was projecting itself into my mind more-so than i was actually reading the words themselves. For a kid who didn’t always grow up with the internet or video games available, Books from my local library were a great escape.

So, having found myself getting more and more into horror around 2019 in all forms of media I consumed, I was more than happy to bookmark a tweet from a horror artist I follow on Twitter who had a list of all the horror books he’d read that year. This would be my chance to get back into reading, finally!

Cue.. 2 years later, and I’ve finally started on that list. The top of that list, “The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires“, was something I found immediately intriguing from the title and cover alone. I’m now regretting that decision so much that I’m not sure I’ll bother with the rest of the list.

(CW: R*pe, Gore, Racism)

“The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires” is an awful book. The only compliment I feel I could accurately give it is that it’s not written incompetently enough, from a purely technical standpoint, as to be unreadable.

The story stars Patricia Campbell, a housewife in the 1980′s-1990′s that is more apology than character, and her rag-tag group of similarly middle-aged, middle-income southern white wine sipping housewives who do, and I cannot stress this enough, almost nothing but test each other’s and the readers patience for nigh on 310 out of 357 pages. They bicker, they fight, they treat Patricia as crazy when she repeatedly shows them evidence that children around them are dying, and most of all they refuse to do absolutely anything, leaning more into pure disbelief until the problem has literally violated one of them. The book club women don’t lead interesting lives, either. They’ve got husbands who are not in love with them, children who hate them, and friendships with each other that can be broken by what feels tantamount to bringing the wrong wine to a meeting. Throughout the story, Patricia is accosted by the resident Vampire-like creature, more akin to a human mosquito than any sort of real “Vampire”, that moves in after his aunt dies. A man named James Harris. He smoothly worms his way into everyone’s lives in the charismatic way a vampire does and convinces everyone that Patricia is more or less insane for ever suspecting him of being a vampire after she watches him feed on a child. This leads to her attempting suicide after being pushed into a corner by her doctor husband who seems to have been ripped straight from the 1950′s and thinks women should be Seen and not Heard. She gives up and more or less goes comatose as a character for roughly 3 years until finally she snaps to her senses after seeing a ghost of her dead mother in law who knew the Vampire when she was a small child, who leads her to one of the bodies he’s got stored in his attic, and convinces everyone else in her book club, who has routine abandoned her at this point, to help her kill James. They do, chopping his body to bits while it taunts them and then throwing the bits into a fire. Patricia divorces her husband at the end and somehow that makes her children lover her, happy-ever-after ending.

That’s the rough synopsis, but it doesn’t really do the grossness of this book any justice. That first child James kills, is a black 9 year old named Destiny who later kills herself as it’s revealed that the Vampire-like creature’s bites feel so good and so sexually pleasurable, that if you are deprived of them after becoming addicted you’re likely to just commit suicide. This is AFTER she’s taken away from her mother by child services because they assume the bite marks are syringe injection marks and that her mother must be a druggie. She’s not the first black child to die this way either. In-fact, by the time Patricia becomes wise to James’ ways, she’s the third. They’re all from a poor black neighborhood that is literally described as shady, dangerous, and being full of “Super Predators” called Six-Mile, which is the de-facto feeding ground of the Vampire for a good 75% of the book, as well as the home of the literally only surviving named black character, Ursula Greene, who herself is nothing more than a “wise old negro” trope along with being a maid to these rich white people who think of her as trash. This is probably the biggest overarching problem in the book. It tries, in the authors words, to explore the relationships between the white, rich women who brag about how their cul-de-sac is so safe and pure that nobody even locks their door, and the poor black characters from Six-Mile. The book thinks its clever, because Mrs. Green constantly points out that the white characters let the black children die callously so that their white children would live, to which they can only reply about how guilty that makes them feel and how they’re sorry. I’m not sure what the author hoped to accomplish by pointing out the institutional racism of the 90′s, but whatever he hoped to accomplish, it fail flat on its face in the most racist way it could.

I wish that was where gross things ended for this book, but its not. At one point, the Vampire-like creature rapes one of the book club members and she is more or less outright stated to be pregnant with a monster from that rape and it is also revealed that the rape gave her an “Auto-Immune Disease” that the characters husband immediately likens to AIDS and that is very quickly killing her. This information causes her to choose to have her body cremated so nothing can spring forth from her corpse when she dies. The implications this has are frankly appalling. The books decision on whether or not a woman who gets pregnant from rape is worthy of life is to resolutely and proudly say no and treat that as if its a feminist answer. That if you’re raped, it’s akin to something like AIDS and life simply isn’t worth living. it’s one of the grossest things I’ve read in a long time.

It’s not even the only shock value the book uses to make it’s events feel real and scary, others include Patricia’s son “Blue” being obsessed with Nazi’s, for genuinely seemingly no reason. He just brings them up to make you, and everyone in the story, uncomfortable. There are constant overwrought descriptions of gore or simply gross scenarios, such as an indepth description of Patricia’s ear-lobe being ripped off, or rats gnawing the flesh off on a old woman, or a cockroach crawling inside someones ear. There is also the repeated child murder or child suicide, which doesn’t really serve a purpose other than to shock the middle-aged mothers this book was meant for, with multiple sentences in which Patricia thinks about how much it would hurt if that were her children, inviting the reader to do the same with their own.

And we couldn’t forget that this book is just unrepentant in its horniness. It’s outright stated that being fed on is the most sexually pleasurable thing one can feel, which makes it all the more awkward when you consider that the Vampire’s first set of victims are children, later Patricia’s teenage daughter who she walks in on in the middle of being fed and who she has to stop from literally masturbating in that moment while attempting to punch the Vampire off of that same teenage daughter. But, of course, it doesn’t end there. It’s a book about almost entirely women written by a Cis Male Author, which means there are constant depiction of female bodies in the nude or in violence. It’s no “She boobed boobily”, thankfully, but it’s not much better than that. Describing pubic hair, breast shape, and even making it so that the Vampire-like creature drinks from a penis-esque proboscis that extends from it’s throat and right into the upper thigh of it’s victim, which is mentioned twice to be right next to the vagina. It even goes so far as to try and sexualize its own rape, aswell as having Patricia tell the rape victim how good it feels with this section between the two. Something I’m including here in its entirety because no amount of words I can write describes how gross this passage is, in context.

“Grace already... told me,” Slick said, opening her eyes, pulling her mask away from her face to speak. “I made her... give me all the details.”

“Me too,” Patricia said. “I was out from what he did to me.”

“How did... it feel?” Slick asked.

Patricia would never have said this to anyone but Slick. She leaned forward.

“It felt so good,” she breathed, the immediately remembered what he’d done to Slick and felt selfish and insensitive.

“Most sin does,” Slick said.

I think the thing that angers me the most about this book is that it’s tricked a lot of people who read it into thinking its a fun, feminist read. All of the main characters are overworked mothers who struggle with being that overworked, and then come out on top anyway because of their motherly intuition and love for their kids. It’s the kind of book that a single struggling mother would read and think “Yeah, I’d do that, that’d be me! I’d save the day!” and it makes them feel good about themselves, and about being a mother, and about how hard it is to make the kids lunches and clean the husbands dirty underwear and make sure the house is clean and dinner is on the table by 6 PM all while looking hashtag fabulous and like a girlboss. A quick trawl through any review site will show roughly the exact type of single mothers this book is written for giving it 5 stars and calling it hilarious and empowering. And y’know, I don’t have a problem inherently with prose written for that demographic. But this book gets away with a ton of racism, sexism, and outright disgusting content by hiding itself under that veneer and I think that’s just awful. It should be held to scrutiny for what it is, for how bad it is, and it clearly never was.

Don’t read this book. It sucks. It sucks so fucking much. I want my night I spent reading it back.

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