#Title: My Online-Celebrity Boyfriend

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MET HER 0N THE iNTERNET | EREN JAGER.

PAIRING: EREN JAEGER X FEM! READER.

SYNOPSIS: Eren Jaeger met you on the internet & immediately fell in love with your looks, personality and body. He knew his crush on you was dumb and will not last long because come on — online relationships? Those don’t last that long. Until eren found a way to not make it online anymore!

C/W: losing the pwp war, noncon –> dubcon, online stalking, solo m! masturbation, lovesick! eren, possessive! eren, cheating, vaginal fingering, face/throat fucking, facial, brief after-care at the end.

WORD COUNT: 5.9K

NOTE: repost. i know y’all are so sick n’ tired of me but this is going to be the last time i promise 😓😓🤞

Eren was laying down on his bed, the moonlight illuminating and reflecting on his phone screen as he scrolled through people’s accounts/profiles on instagram. None who’ve piqued his interest, scrolling and scrolling until he came across your profile.

Clicking on your username, he was met with the highlights you have saved on your profile and the three posts you have posted. Eren clicked on the first post–it was a picture of you laying down on your bed, ass slightly up while you had your tongue in-between your teeths with a small smile.

Eren slightly gulped and continued going through your posts, his breath slightly hitching once he came across a picture of you with your thong peeking out from the low rise jeans you were wearing, shirt too tight your cleavage was all out.

Eren quickly zoomed out and went to check your highlights, clicking on the first one which was titled with “<3”, knowing exactly what it meant as soon as he saw a picture of you and another man holding hands. The next story being another picture of you and that man nose touching. As eren continued going through the highlights, the more furious he got even though he doesn’t even know you.

Eren clicked his tongue in annoyance before hitting the ‘follow’ button, maybe, fate might be on his side for once and you’d break up with your boyfriend soon.

The next day came rather quickly and throughout his whole day–eren was thinking about you. He was thinking about how gorgeous you looked, your smile so sweet, your hair styled in a unique way, everything about you was perfect. He couldn’t help but keep thinking about you, despite not knowing who you are.

12:40am.

Eren threw himself on the bed, letting out a sigh before unlocking his phone–clicking on the instagram app and checking his notifications, to find that you’ve followed him back. Eren smiled. Viewing your story to find that you’ve posted a new picture of yourself, it was a full body mirror picture. Your body slightly tilted to the side showing off your ass, you held up a peace sign over your face–you were wearing nike pro shorts with a plain white t-shirt.

Eren quickly liked your story, swiping up to reply–“lookin real’ good” and not even a minute has passed, he has already received a reply from you. “Thank youuu,” eren scoffed at the lack of energy and effort in your reply but then again, he gets it, you have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t be giving into other men’s compliments.

Eren decided to check your following, maybe even try and find your boyfriend’s username since you didn’t tag him in any of your posts.

You were following a couple of hashtags, some celebrities and then the rest were mostly your friends, family and classmates. Eren scrolled and scrolled until he came across a guys’ profile, he had your initial in his bio and a “i ❤️ my gf” pfp. His account was private and you were one of the few people following him. Eren decided that this was your boyfriend and to confirm his suspicions about it he went through your posts and checked the comment section.

A total of almost 200 comments were under each one of your posts and finally, after a few seconds of scrolling he found the same guy bombarding your comment section; “wife” “😍😍” “mine <3” eren rolled his eyes, slightly clenching his fists in annoyance.

He turned off his phone and placed it anywhere besides him. Eren was laying down on his bed, his hand resting on his forehead as he went deep into thought. Thinking of ways to get to know you better and maybe even make you fall in love with him just like how he fell in love with you at first sight.

Then an idea suddenly popped up. Eren quickly turned on his phone and texted one of his closest friends.

Eren’s fingers dragged towards the “ + to your story” button, scrolling through his camera roll and clicking on a picture of himself after the gym–shirtless and all sweaty from working out. He added any song that seemed to fit and posted the picture on his story. In a matter of a few seconds, eren got a bunch of notifications– “armin_arlert liked your story” “conniethegoat liked your story” “mikasa_ackerman liked your story” scrolling past the notifications and pausing once he got to a certain notification.

It was a notification from you, your username displayed on his screen with a ‘liked your story’ beside it. Eren felt his heart flutter, it was just a small little interaction from you but it still left eren flustered. He did find it a bit odd though, you had a boyfriend and no guy would like it if his girlfriend was liking other men’s stories. Especially not pictures of other men shirtless.

He didn’t give a fuck though. That just means he was one step closer to having you.

Eren took a screenshot of your notification, to stare at it every time he’s feeling a bit down–to remind himself that the girl he’s currently chasing noticed him and knows he exists.

Eren was already working on getting rid of your boyfriend. So he could finally get the chance to slide into your dms again but he needs to have your boyfriend out of the picture; It was simple really, all he had to do was contact one of his closest female friends to get the job done.

And who would he speak to other than mikasa. One of the prettiest girls he knows, his childhood best friend. Texting her & telling her to do him a small little favor; to text your boyfriend and “befriend” him. She obviously refused the request, why would she break up a perfectly healthy couple? And to have you, an innocent sweet girl, fall for eren’s schemes. But after eren’s constant nagging and him threatening her to drop her and waste years of a long healthy friendship made her agree.

“mikasa_ackerman requested to follow you.”

Your boyfriend didn’t accept mikasa’s request until she suddenly messaged him;

“You’re cute. Think you can settle for two?” your boyfriend was confused, how does this stranger know what he looks like when his account is private. He didn’t question it any further though–not when he went through mikasa’s profile. Pale-skinned girl with gray eyes, shaggy black hair that reached her chin and bangs that added more to her looks, her well-toned body that made her more attractive than she already was.

Immediately accepting the request and following her back.

“Thank you, not sure about the ‘settling for two’ thing though.”

Sure, your boyfriend might’ve done the wrong thing by messaging her back instead of just ignoring her dm but come on, men will be men and having a cute girl in his requests–patiently waiting for him to text back, did not make him greater than any man.

They texted for a while, mikasa occasionally sending pictures of herself wearing a sports bra while at the gym or sending full body pictures to your boyfriend to make him fold. All to which were eren’s requests and of course against mikasa’s will. Feeling an aching feeling in her gut every time she had to text another girl’s man made her feel horrible about herself. She was no better than a homewrecker.

Your boyfriend didn’t cross the line while talking to mikasa, yeah sure he was hiding it from you but he wasn’t flirting back. Sometimes, occasionally, on rare events, he’d compliment her. Saying she has a well-built body or sometimes saying she’s “kinda” good looking. But that was all before he found out she lived in the same city as him.

As soon as he found out, the way he was treating mikasa all changed. Becoming flirty with her, washing her with compliments. Doing all that behind the “i heart my gf” profile picture and behind your back as well.

And it wasn’t long before you found out. Eren texted you from an anonymous account, making mikasa send him screenshots and even screen recordings of her and your boyfriend’s chat for more solid proof. You didn’t believe it at first, denying the proof presented to you.

Until you found yourself at your boyfriend’s apartment, tears stinging your eyes as you held up your phone to show him the screenshots displayed on the screen. Crying while asking him if they’re real and begging him to tell you they’re fake, that it’s just someone wanting to play with your feelings. But when you saw the look in his eyes, shame and regret. You broke down crying, asking him why’d he decide to ruin a perfectly healthy relationship over some girl he met online? Were you not pretty enough for him? Did she love him better than you did? Deciding to just leave and not hurt yourself any longer by staying here as your ex-boyfriend chases after you. Calling you and yelling for you to wait.

As soon as you got back home, you didn’t even bother changing clothes–laying down on your bed with your phone in your hands, watching as it buzzed from the calls your ex was spamming you with, along with his desperate text messages. You dragged your finger across the block button, not thinking twice as you pressed on it. Switching apps to block him everywhere. You even deleted the story highlight, removing him from your bio and deleting posts that he appeared in. When you were finally done, your eyes were red and puffy, swollen from crying too much.

It’s been two days since the breakup and two days since you last posted on instagram. Eren knew that his vicious plan worked, having you dump your boyfriend and getting extra information about you; for example, where you’re settled at.

And what a lovely coincidence, you both live in the exact same city.

eren 🦇

Hey, everything alright? You haven’t been active lately.

Your phone lit up with a notification from; “ern_yger.” You stared at the notification for a while, debating whether or not you should respond to this random stranger who noticed your absence when even your own friends didn’t.

Unlocking your phone and tapping on his notification, dragging your fingers across the keyboard–thinking of a simple, fitting response.

Yeah I’m alright, I’ve just been busy with college.

You clicked send, not thinking twice about your response. Your message has already been seen by eren, you were left on read for two minutes before you saw him typing and while he took his time thinking of a response back you clicked on his profile. You were met with two highlights and zero posts, you clicked on his “me” highlight, feeling your mouth run dry once you were met with a picture of eren shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants and Calvin Klein boxers that peeked out. He was laying down on his side, the room was slightly dim but you were still able to makeout his face. The next one was a picture of his side profile, his hair was put up in a messy bun–his hair also looked soft and messy.

The other picture was taken from a slightly high angle, he was wearing white beaters with gray sweatpants. Once you were about to view the next story, you suddenly got a notification from eren which you accidentally clicked on.

“You sure? I noticed the missing highlights and change of bio.”

If you weren’t in the midst of trying to cope and move on from your past relationship, you would’ve noticed the fake acting concerned tactic men use to get any women they want and in this case, you were in the start of it. And deciding to fuck it and just pour your heart out to this random stranger because you really need it. Need someone to talk to right now and since none of your friends got time for you, you really appreciate eren reaching out to ask about your whereabouts.

You didn’t hold back, venting out your emotions and feelings about your situation. You didn’t leave out a single detail and made sure eren knew exactly how you’re feeling.

Eren was slightly taken aback by your reaction and willingness to share your private life with him. He even felt bad for you, you seemed genuinely upset and hurt but that still wouldn’t make him give up on chasing you. He comforted you for a bit, sending you long reassuring paragraphs. And eren slightly cringed at himself, he has never done this type of thing before—never in his life has he ever had a girl vent out her feelings to him and have him comfort her.

At the end you thanked him a lot for listening to you and apologizing for "being a bother" which eren responded with: “Not at all, I was the one who reached out first, don’t apologize.” You liked the message and thanked him once again before going on with your night.

It’s been three months since your breakup. And three months after you started talking to eren, he helped distract you from thinking about your past partner. He was funny, kind and understanding, everything you looked for in a man. You both even shared the same clothing style, music style and humor.

You didn’t have any bad intentions while talking to eren–you weren’t trying to use him to help you forget about your ex boyfriend. He was the one always texting first, asking you how you are, cracking jokes, sending you songs that he thinks you might like (you always end up loving them), sends you both movies & tv shows suggestions–he says they’ll help with distracting you and keeping your mind occupied from thinking about anything related to your past love.

While eren was the one filled with bad intentions and thoughts. First thing he did in the morning was check his phone for any notifications from you and if he got one, a wide smile would form on the corner of his lips–immediately unlocking his phone to respond back. And if he doesn’t receive a message from you, he’d unlock his phone only to be met with “sent 9 hours ago”, he’d aggressively throw his phone back to his bed. Sometimes gritting his teeth in anger and frustration, stressing over you not texting back.

But as soon as he does get a response back, he’d immediately forget all his anger and frustration from earlier. Telling you that it’s alright and to not apologize once you tell him how you fell asleep because you were too tired and ended up oversleeping which were followed by a bunch of apologies from you. And eren dismissed them, reassuring you by saying it’s okay and he really doesn’t mind—acting like he wasn’t absolutely losing his shit over you moments ago.

Second thing he does is go through your highlights. He has seen the pictures in the highlight multiple times but he still always ends up getting mesmerized by your beauty, way too much that he’d accidentally get turned on. An erection forming just by simply staring way too hard on your photos and eren couldn’t contain himself—pulling out his laptop and logging into his instagram and pulling out your highlight.

He’d zoom in on one specific picture, It was you laying down on bed while holding your camera high in the air–You were wearing a spaghetti straps pink tank top with baggy pajama pants. Your cleavage was all out and was very visible due to the high angle. Your face was mostly the main focus as you flashed the camera a small, warm smile.

Eren cupped his bulge, his breathing shifting from steady to unsteady, letting out shaky heavy pants as he lowered his slacks to where they stopped right beneath his knees. Eren’s eyes were heavy, his eyelids threatening to shut close as he started caressing the tip of his dick, kneading the tip roughly with his thumbs. Spreading his pre-cum all over the tip and slowly coming down to his shaft, massaging his hands up and down his length as his eyes were glued to the picture of you plastered on the screen in front of him.

A moan of your name slipped past his lips, his head slightly thrown back, his eyes were squinted–his hands wrapped around his cock as he messily jerked himself off. Curses and moans kept leaving eren the more he stared at your photo and the more his fantasies about you grew wild. Thinking about splitting you open with his cock while you whine and babble about how big he was, having you gush and cream all over his cock multiple times until you pass out from overstimulation.

Eren fastened his movements, squeezing the head of his cock as you kept flooding his mind and not even 5 minutes had passed and eren was already cumming all over his laptop screen. Staring at the bright screen with half-lidded eyes, his cum staining your picture that was displayed on the screen–he was letting out loud heavy pants, thinking up a way to make you his quickly and fast because eren can’t keep going on like this and it pains him knowing that he lives in the same city as you but still feels as if he was too far away from reaching you.

Eren’s phone lit up with a notification from you, a small smile spread across his lips as he stared back into his laptop screen before grabbing his phone and clicking on your notification. You sent him a couple pictures of yourself, asking him which one to post. Eren felt his heart flutter, staring at your photos in absolute awe. He clicked on each one of your pictures and saved them to his device.

He wanted to tell you to post all of them and that you look beautiful in each one of them but the idea of other men seeing your pictures ticked eren off, he didn’t want other men to see you, just the thought of it had eren boiling up with anger—with furrowed eyebrows, eren aggressively typed you a response back, a not very nice one.

“None. They’re not post worthy and the camera quality makes you look off,” which wasn’t true at all. Eren was sure that even with a poor camera quality you’d still manage to look good.

You stared at eren’s response for a while and then went and looked back at the pictures and the more you kept thinking about his reply the more his words started to seem true, maybe you do actually look kinda bad in these pictures…even though you finally got ready for the first time after the breakup. You did your hair, makeup and carefully selected an outfit for these pictures. You decided to just brush it off, you could take better ones next time.

“Oh okay! I won’t post them then.”

It has now been six months. You and eren started talking more frequently and even started going on both regular and face-time calls. And eren couldn’t be happier, your voice was soft and soothing, every time you sent him voice messages of you ranting about your day to him, he’d melt from the sound of your voice, he’d replay the voice message multiple times throughout the day. Your voice brings him both comfort and easeniss.

But then again, eren was sick in the head. He was the definition of the word ‘deranged’ but you still didn’t know that yet.

The way he’d wrap his hands around his cock while you two were on a call together, he would be on mute as you talked to him about random things–thinking that eren was listening to you but he was more focused on rubbing his aching, hard cock to the sound of your voice.

Every time you notice the silence you’d ask him if he’s alright, concern visible in your tone. Eren would reply with a shaky, low; “y-yeah” accidentally stuttering which he cursed himself for it in his head. Fisting his cock rapidly as you went back to talking. Eren loves it when you have a bad day, he’d get the chance to hear you whine and complain, sometimes on the verge of tears as you rant to him about your bad day, it makes his cock hard against his pants.

11:10PM.

You posted a picture of you in your story but you weren’t alone in the picture, a young man who looked eren’s age with short, light ash-brown hair with the sides and back trimmed shorter; making them a darker hue. He had small, intense light-brown eyes. His hands were wrapped around your waist making both of your shoulders touch.

Eren’s eyes twitched in anger, his brows knitted together as he swiped up and replied; “Who’s this?” you immediately replied with “A friend of mine! :)” eren left you on delivered, his jealousy over-taking him as he kept looking back at the picture, the way you happily smiled at the camera and the way you willingly allowed that guy to touch you like that pissed him off. A lot of thoughts ran through his head, one of them was marking you and making you his already.

An idea popped up in eren’s head. Quickly grabbing his phone and opening up the chat between you two, completely ignoring what you said earlier and typing out; “You free this friday?”

You opened the text and looked at it in utter confusion.

y/n 🐐

what do you mean?

eren 🦇

I’m asking if you’re free this friday? You know, maybe come over to my place.

y/n 🐐

Come over? To your place? I’m sorry but i can’t.

eren 🦇

Why not? It’s finally time we meet up, don’tya think?

y/n 🐐

We could meet up anywhere else, it shouldn’t be your place.

eren 🦇

What? don’t trust me?

y/n 🐐

it’s not that, it’s just that i’ve never met you before.

eren 🦇

Well obviously you didn’t? but we went on facetime calls and we’ve been close friends for months now. I even helped you get over your ex-boyfriend and you still don’t trust me yet?

Eren stared at his screen for a while, hoping that his guilt tripping tactic works. And to his surprise, it did;

y/n 🐐

You’re right, i’m sorry. What time?

Eren lets out a long sigh that he didn’t know he was holding.

“7pm is good.”

Friday, 7:30PM.

You wore a simple pink dress that reached above your knees with black thigh highs and throwed in a plain black jacket to cover up a bit. You were outside of eren’s residence, your breathing thickened before you reached out to grab your phone to tell eren you’re here.

y/n 🐐

i’m here.

sent 7:35PM.

eren 🦇

doors’ unlocked

seen at 7:35PM.

Your brows furrowed together before you turned off your phone and walked towards eren’s doorstep, hesitantly–you slowly unlocked the door of his house. And once the door was wide open, you were met with an empty hallway, a fish tank that was filled with various colorful fishes that decorated said hallway. “Eren?” you whispered his name as you walked in and closed the door behind you, slowly proceeding further into his place.

You were inspecting the furniture, everything looked so luxurious–that you were afraid to touch anything. You heard chirping noises and decided to follow the sound, a mottled grey colored, medium-sized parrot with a vent and a tail. It had a large black bill and a white mask enclosing a yellow eye, as well as a striking red vent and a tail. An african gray parrot was just sitting there in a silver cage, with his food and water in front of it.

You were admiring the parrot before feeling a large figure pressing his back against yours– “his name is hook,” his voice was deep, it came out as a low murmur, you slightly flinched and turned to face him. “E-Eren?” the teal-eyed man looked straight into you, a warm smile making its way to his face, “mhm?” he went and stood beside you and you slightly moved away to make some space between the two of you.

“Hooks’ a nice name, ‘t fits him,” you turned your back towards eren and went back to admiring the parrot. “You think?” eren tried keeping his eyes at his pet parrot as well but the way the girl of his dream was standing right beside him, in his house, right at this moment–makes him unable to focus on anything that wasn’t you. He side-eyed you to take a quick glance at you, he noticed the height difference between you two, he loved it, it was cute. It turned him on.

Eren cleared his throat which made you turn towards him, “so, wanna come up to my room?” you paused for a moment to think about it before nodding your head. Eren led the way to his room as you walked behind him, giving you an opportunity to look around his place even more. And once you made it to his room, you were shocked by the amount of space and furniture it had. His room was big which made you wonder, why would he need all that space if he lives alone?

His bed was king-sized, it could possibly fit three-four people. He had some posters of his favorite bands, artists and games plastered on his walls, a desk that had his laptop placed on top as well as other random stuff, including studying stationery. His room was well organized and filled with lots of unnecessary stuff as well as another fish tank.

You kept looking around until you spotted a wooden door, thinking of what could be behind that door until it clicked to you–probably a bathroom. He probably doesn’t like going out of his room that much so he designed a bathroom that connected to his room.

“What’dya’ think?” Eren asked before plopping down on the black cushion that was placed beside his bed– “‘ts too big'’ you answered before seating yourself beside eren, he moved closer to you, looking down at your dress, his eyes darting from your top to your thighs, that were half-covered by those thigh-high socks you wore. “I guess but it’s not that bad, is it?” you nodded your head, trying to look at anything that wasn’t eren’s face since he was too close. Way too close that you could probably count his eyelashes from how close he was.

Eren backed up a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. Eren grabbed a can of beer from the wooden table and opened it, taking a huge chug out of the can. “Want some?” you gave eren a confused look mixed with a disgusted look, “i prefer water” he playfully rolled his eyes before getting up and placing the beer can on the table. “I’ll go get you some then,” you watched as eren went out of the room–his footsteps fading away.

You sat there patiently before your curiosity grew, wanting to go confirm your suspicions on what’s behind the huge wooden door. You got up, unconsciously walking towards it–you grabbed the handle and pushed it down slowly, making sure to not make any noise. Once you unlocked the door, you were met with a dim room–the only sort of light coming from the three monitors placed on another desk in the room. Three huge monitors that all opened to different tabs.

Deciding to just fuck it and proceed even further–accidentally stepping on something that made a slight crunch noise, looking down and picking it up only to be met with a pornographic comic that had dried up cum splattered all over it. You let go of it quickly, your face scrunching up in disgust as you walked towards the three huge monitors.

You bent down a little to be met with a picture of you which you have posted a while ago displayed on the screen, your throat ran dry once you noticed the gooey white stains on the screen–you looked to the right monitor, an instagram profile opened on it which was one of your years old instagram accounts that you used to own during your teenage years. And the left monitor had the guy you recently posted a picture with instagram account.

You let out a shaky sigh, the guy who you thought was naturally sweet, understanding & charming was the complete opposite. A complete creep, a weird perverted man.

“You caught me,” a mans’ voice came from behind you, making your heart stop for a second–you turned around to face him, eren had a wide smirk curved on the corners of his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, you weren’t sure for how long he has been there watching you but probably long enough to catch your full live reaction.

“What is the meaning of this?” your voice came out low as if you were completely terrified of speaking up; “I don’t know, you tell me” eren walked towards you, shutting the door behind him–you took a step back, your back hitting the wall, eren had completely cornered you giving you no way out. Eren took hold of your chin, forcing you to look back at him–he aggressively moved your chin to the side, allowing himself to give you a small kiss on the neck.

You fluttered your eyes shut, you didn’t try pushing him off as he started nibbling on your neck; covering it with hot, messy kisses. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long, been wanting to do this for so long,” eren confessed, making a pit of disgust form in your stomach. Eren slipped a hand under your shirt, squeezing your right breast from above your bra. “Eren please…stop,” you finally managed to say which eren turned a blind eye on, ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

“Come on baby, you’ve made me suffer long enough, don’t ya’ think? Always had to beat my dick to pictures of you but now I finally have you within my grasp, don’t you think I deserve a reward for my patience? Hm?” Eren got on his knees and spread your legs apart, he placed his middle finger on your clit through your panties and started cautiously moving his finger.

You looked down on him with half-lidded eyes, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you bit your lips to surpass any sounds from slipping. He moved your panties to the side and brushed his digits past your glistening folds before slowly pushing in two fingers into your tight hole, he teasingly started thrusting his fingers sometimes stopping mid-way but the way your slippery walls clamped down on his thick digits encouraged him to continue.

You were out of breath, wanting this to end quickly but the praises eren was muttering made it a tad bit better; “Ah, so good angel, gonna have you cummin’ all over my fingers soon, okay?” “fuck you’re so pretty, ‘ts makin’ my dick hard” he was plunging his fingers deeper into your messy cunt, your silk gushing and dripping all over his fingers. The squelching noises made eren’s cock slightly twitch in his pants as he imagined what kind of things he’ll be able to do to you from now on.

You couldn’t hold in your moans any longer–letting out your moans & whimpers freely as he kept thrusting his finger in n’ out of your pussy, “think..’m close!” you slightly arched your back and squirmed in your place, you placed your hands on your mouth to silent any moans from coming out as you gushed all over eren’s fingers. You were letting out heavy pants, you plopped down on the floor, your eyes glued together not daring to even try taking a quick glance at the mess you’ve made.

Eren lowered his sweatpants–enough for his cock to spring out and slap his abdomen, he moved his hips closer to your face and started rubbing his dick on the side of your cheeks which made you let out a whimper at the sudden warm feeling. “Open up, princess, ‘t hurts, y’know?” he pushed his cock against your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your plump, glossy lips.

You swallowed your saliva before obeying and opening your mouth, your vision hazy which didn’t give you the chance to make-out eren’s girth. He shoved his cock into your mouth causing you to slightly gag, “s-so good, fuck,” you sloppily started sucking the tip, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down his length. Swirling your tongue around his tip while drool dripped down your chin and coating his balls, you moan around his cock while eren lets out soft groans; “so cockhungry, huh?” he snickered–throwing his head back while he was still firmly gripping your hair.

He pushed his cock deeper into your throat causing you to choke a bit, tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably, eren started thrusting his hips against your mouth, his dick stretching your throat with every jolt of his hips. “S-Shit,” he sharply inhales, letting go of your hair and cupping both of your cheeks instead. You could feel his cock slightly poking at the side of your throat, a clear bulge.

Moving his hips in a slow, gentle manner–scared to hurt you but the way the head of his cock kept hitting your uvula which caused you to gag around his dick and ruin his steady pace, making his hips stutter and cock slightly pulsate as his shaft land flat on your tongue, “f-fuck, keep this up and i’m gnna’ be cumming all over your face” eren groaned, caressing your face while also letting out shaky moans.

His cock shuddered, twitching inside the warmth of your mouth, “Holy shit…” he mouthened before pulling out his dick with a ‘plop’ sound, your drool was connecting to his tip–your mouth hung open, your tongue stuck out, you were letting out heavy pants as you tried gasping for air. Without any warning, a sudden splash of warm, thick liquid covered your face. Managing to get on your tongue as well, the bitter taste made you flutter your eyes shut in disgust.

His sperm was burning your face, wanting to get it off of you fast and quick while eren was admiring your cum covered face. It stained your cheeks and dripped off your chin, your mascara melted and your lip-gloss got smeared all over your face. He was panting heavily but his gaze still focused on you, half-lidded eyes pierced through you.

“Did so good f’me,” he exclaimed, bending down and gripping your chin before pulling you into another messy kiss. Pulling out with a smug look, you looked back at him with a foggy vision–a small smile made its way to your face and eren heart stopped for a moment, the way you looked at him with droopy eyes, messy face and a smile on your face will forever be engraved deep into his mind.

“Stay here, ‘M gonna make some warm tea for your throat, alright? Clean yourself up, m’kay?” he kissed your forehead before going out and leaving the room, once again. You turned your head towards the monitor, your vision landing on the picture of you, the cum stains making you fill up with shame & guilt even though it’s not you who’s supposed to be feeling like this.

The sound of a notification coming from your phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

eren 🦇

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You're on my mind

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: Maybe i had a little too much fun writing this imagine 😂 i hope you like it as much as i do! thank you for your request 💕also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name * Karen Khachanov has an almost four years old son named David

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It’s almost 1 a.m. when your phone vibrates on the couch table. You suppress a yawn as you try to reach your smartphone without moving too much under the blankie.

It’s a message from Karen. You raise an eyebrow and open his message: »We’re heading back to the hotel. Are you still awake?«

You sit up on the couch and start typing: »You’re already coming back? Did something happen?« and send it together with a second message – the answer to Karen’s question: »Yes, I’m awake. David is asleep since half past seven.«

You volunteered to look after David, so the boys and their teams could go out and celebrate their first double title in 2023. Usually you would join them in their celebration (which are always kinda legendary to be honest) but you have an important paper to write - due to Tuesday – and unfortunately your boss isn’t very patient.

It takes Karen only a few seconds to reply: »Good. We will be back in about 30 minutes and i’ll come and collect my son and you get your wreck back«

»My wreck?!?!«

»Well…Andrey is a bit drunk.«

»A bit?«

»You will see« the symbol under Karen’s name pops from ��online” to “offline” and back to “online”, Karen is typing again: »And Andrey begged me for the last 5 minutes to tell you that he really really loves you and insisted that I’m a bad friend if I don’t tell you this.«

You shake your head and sigh: This means your boyfriend is clearly drunk. And a drunken Andrey is really special.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

You just finished collecting all your things (your smartphone, the laptop, some papers from work) when you hear the hotel room door click. In the doorway stand Karen and Andrey - or more precisely: Karen stands and supports Andrey.

“Oh my god, how much did he drink?!”, you whisper-shout – careful not to wake up David who is sleeping in the next room.

“Y/N!”, your boyfriend's face immediately lights up in a bright smile, “Y/N!”

Andrey frees himself from Karen and comes - walking in a surprisingly straight line - towards you to hug you tightly: “I missed you, baby.”

A part of you wants to point out the fact that they were away for only about three and a half hours, the other part of you can’t help but smile against Andrey’s chest while you put your arms around his waist: “Yeah, I missed you too…tell me, how much did you drink?”

“Not much!”, he shakes his head vigorously. You feel him falter because of it, and he would certainly have stumbled if he hadn't held on to you.

You pull a doubtful face and give Karen a questioning look. The older one shrugs: “He is right. He didn’t drink much…definitely less than usual…I don’t know why he acts like that.”

Andrey shoots Karen a uncomprehending glance and hugs you even tighter now: “I just missed her.”

You sigh silently and try to release his arms from you: “Andrey, I need to talk to Karen for a second, okay? Would you please sit down on the couch for a moment?”

At first, it seems like he might want to protest, but then he energetically plops down onto the nearby couch. In the next moment, he wraps his arms around your thighs, burying his face in the fabric of your t-shirt against your stomach, muttering something in Russian you don’t understand.

You blink in surprise before placing your hands on his shoulders – accepting the fact that he seems to be very clingy right now.

Karen leans against the commode next to the door, taking off his shoes but looking at you as you start to speak: “As I already texted you: I put David to bed at half past seven. He ate a bit but didn’t have much appetite.”, while speaking, your fingers automatically start playing with the tips of Andrey's hair. You tilt your head from one side to the other, “And…well, I don’t know…maybe David gets a cold or something? He was very sleepy the whole evening and got a bit cold?”, by now, your hand is running through Andrey's hair.

“Yeah, I’m afraid you’re right. I thought the same when he didn’t want to get up in the morning…well, we will see.”, Karen sighs loudly before he smiles at you, “Thank you for looking after David, Y/N.”

You return his smile and wave your hand in a dismissive gesture: “No need to thank me! He was really well-behaved - as always. And I even managed to finish my work, which I just need to submit tomorrow.”

Andrey murmurs softly, disapproving the fact that you stopped stroking his hair.

“Good good”, Karen nods down to Andrey, asking half-joking half-seriously: “Should I help you putting him to bed in return?”

You suppress a laugh: “No, I think we are fine…I text you if I need any help.”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Against your assumption, it's quite easy to get Andrey out of Karen’s hotel room.

He has his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as you wait for the elevator. Andrey's hotel room is just one floor down but leading him through the staircase in his condition seems unnecessarily risky to you.

The elevator doors are closing behind you, when Andrey squeezes your hand and beams at you: “Y/N, I love you!”

You chuckle softly and nod as you press the button for the sixth floor: “Yeah, you already said that 30 seconds ago and a minute before and before and before.”

Suddenly Andrey is standing right in front of you: “Yes…but I love you a lot, so I have to say it many many many times.”, he bends his head and covers your face with lots of little kisses.

“I see.”, you can’t help but start laughing while you stroke his left cheek with your hand.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors open on the lower floor, but Andrey doesn't move - a deep crease forms between Andrey's eyebrows as he furrows his brow: “Don’t you love me?”

You look at him with wide eyes, completely confused: “Of course I love you, why are you asking this?!”

“Because you didn’t say it back.”, he pouts, reminding you of a little puppy being denied a treat now.

You close your eyes for a second: “Andrey, I said it back the first five times.”

"Yes, but don't you love me the sixth time?"

“I love you more than I can put into words, okay?”

“Okay.” he nods, beaming again.

Luckly your hotel room is only a few steps away. You are searching in your handbag for the key card, which is a bit complicated because you can only use one hand since Andrey refuses to let go of your other hand.

The door unlocks with a soft click and while you are fumble for the light switch, Andrey starts speaking again: “Y/N, I lov-“

“Andrey!”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

You guide Andrey to your bedroom, decided to skip teeth brushing and all the other things since it’s already half past two and you are supposed to be at the airport at ten a.m..

Sleep is definitely more important now.

“Andrey, honey, can you please take off the clothes?”, you ask while throwing your handbag on the suitcase and unlocking your phone to set the alarm.

You are completely focused on your smartphone, so you don’t notice Andrey stepping in front of you. Suddenly you feel his hands fumbling at the buttons of your blouse.

You lift your head and stare at him: “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You asked me to take off the clothes!”, your boyfriend giggles while continuing to open the buttons – or rather tries to because his fingers are way too uncoordinated for it.

“No!”, you look at him with disbelief, “I asked you to take off YOUR clothes!”

“No, you just said ‘the clothes’”, his giggling turns into laughter.

“Fine, Andrey, honey, can you please take off YOUR clothes?”

“No.”, he replies giggling.

“No? Why not?”

He looks you deep in the eyes, his grin has something suggestive: “It’s much more fun when you do it.”

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a serious look: “Andrey, take off your clothes and go to bed!”

“No, you have to do it!”

“Andrey. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

“No, you have to do it!”

Your voice has a sharp undertone: “Andrey! It’s almost two a.m. Please we have go to bed, we have to get up in a few hours, I’m tired!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to be annoying!”, hesitantly he reaches for your hand, “Please don’t be angry with me!”, suddenly the puppy-expression is back on Andrey’s face.  

Your facial expression softens, and you give his hand a soft squeeze: “I’m not angry, Andrey. I’m just tired, okay?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods slowly before letting go of your hand and pulling the sweater over his head.

It took Andrey only three tries to open his belt and after another five minutes he’s finally lying next to you in bed.

Although it’s dark in the bedroom you can feel Andrey’s eyes on you.

You know what he is about to say something but this time you are faster: “Andrey, I love you.”

You move closer to him and put his head on his chest.

“I love you too, Y/N.”, you can almost hear his bright smile.

And a drunken Andrey is really special. And you love him.

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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

[sukipotier]

Debunking theories surrounding the death of Suki and Robert

As much as I don't like to talk about this topic, but for the longest time I feel extremely weird from the theories I heard surrounding the death of Suki and Robert. A lot of the discussions I heard online are nothing but speculations. So I'm here to slightly debunk that and talk about the misogyny Suki faced even after her death.

This is based on my research. If I got some of these wrong feel free to correct me

The most popular speculation was:

"Suki drove herself and her husband off of a cliff, reportedly because Robert told her he had wanted a divorce."

This came from whodatedwho website, iorr.org, and some Facebook comments.

First thing first, none of these sites are reliable sources. Anyone can put anything on whodatedwho website without any sources whatsoever, iorr.org are basically just people discussing about the stones, and Facebook comments is self explanatory.

Second, the divorce thing feels odd because according to this person on iorr.org: Robert apparently told Suki that he wanted a divorce so Suki pulled at the wheel of the car and it went over a cliff?? Now let's put our logic hat on, when they died how do you know he asked for a divorce? Even someone in that discussion asked the same thing. This was all speculation.

Third, there was no mention of a cliff when they died. According to the South China Morning Post: “The son and daughter-in-law of Macau’s casino boss, Mr Stanley Ho, have been killed in a traffic accident in Lisbon,”

it says it right in the title and the article ROAD AND TRAFFIC accident. Now where did the cliff come from? Literally nowhere.

I find it odd too that some people or the Chinese media have been blaming Suki for the death of her husband. She has been called a "Husband killer" because of the death of her previous boyfriends, Tara Browne and Brian Jones, and now her husband. I was in shock seeing that because I never thought they'd do that to her. Reminds me of how people always blame the woman every time their rockstar partner die on a accident, suicide, drug abuse, etc. It's extremely misogynistic.

Whatever happened to Suki's previous partners was all an accident. Tara died due to a car accident, Brian drowned (which btw she wasn't present there so I don't get how they could blame her for this) and unfortunately her and Robert died in the same fate as Tara did. None of these deaths are her fault, she already went through a lot before she died. We should not let her go through that even after her death. She is an actual person who deserved better in life. You have to remember her daughters might see the things you say about their mother.

Let's not share misinformation, let's celebrate and lift up how wonderful Suki is as a person, have some respect 👏

[bumble66]

The similarities between closeted right-wingers and Chris Evans

Alternative title: "Dear Mr. future president Evans,"

Recently, I saw how Chris Evans met Joe Biden. For people who don't know. Chris Evans has a political online platform called ASP. This was not the first time he met a famous politican but meeting the president of the United States is something else. It should be clear by now why he does that... Anyway, it reminded me of the gossip I found recently:

As I mentioned in my last big blog post, about Chris' potential boyfriends, I am not really a fan of marvel and didn't know much about him during his time as Captain America. I only got interested after he started the cringeworthy PR relationship in November 2022. In 2018, I was made aware of how many closeted celebrities exist and Mr. Evans being so clumsy with his Portugal bride gave me the perfect opportunity to uncover this Hollywood facade.

As you can see, I have also been asked by a lot of people why I think Chris could be closeted (either gay, bi or a straight guy who doesn't want to commit and just sleeps around). I will answer these questions in relation to today's topics: I. The Portugal PR relationship is mostly done for his future political career (or that was the plan before the backlash) II. The behavior of closeted right-wingers resembles Chris Evans' III. Portugal Bride was not the first PR relationship rumor but why does a rich, attractive and alleged womanizer like Chris need PR relationships all the time? As I always say. Everything on my tumblr is alleged. I merely summarize what people speculate online and give my own opinion on that.

Tim Scott, a failed GOP 2024 candidate and alleged closeted gay man, announced on X that he got engaged to a woman:

As you can see from the screenshot, no one's buying it. It is rumored Tim Scott is doing this because he will be chosen as Trump's vice president. People online claim that Tim Scott being gay has been talked about way before the first "Why doesn't have Tim Scott have a girlfriend" articles:

I heard about Tim Scott being gay and being pressured to have a PR girlfriend around the same time Chris pretended to have gotten married in September and that made me think... I can't find the comment anymore but I remember someone of Chris' fans on the LSA forum suggesting that Chris' "A starting point" political platform isn't just for shits and giggles. Apparently, he wants to go into politics after his acting career. No idea how successful he will be now with that after his latest movie flops and the Portugal relationship having led to lost followers on his social media accounts because it made him appear as a "dollar store Leonardo DiCaprio" but in general..., this idea isn't too far off. Remember the Terminator aka Arnold Schwarzenegger? An action hero became the Governor of California and with Chris Evan's fake Captain America image, pretending online and in interviews to be like Steve Rogers, he could sway a lot of people too!

Remember. The alleged marriage wasn't the first PR relationship of Chris Evans. At least according to his fandom, when they explained how he and Portugal Bride met, he was involved in several other PR relationships before:

According to this person, the relationships with Christina Ricci and Minka Kelly from long ago, were planned by a PR team too and it adds up with a blog post I found years ago about how Minka is allegedly a beard for my back then favorite actor Jake Gyllenhaal. Bearding appears to be a career of its own in Hollywood: https://gaywriter.wordpress.com/2012/06/19/blind-item-jake-gyllenhaal-is-looking-for-a-new-female-beard-to-present-illusion-of-heterosexuality-to-fans/

So his PR team not only allegedly had several options next to the Portugal Bride (like Monica Barbaro) but they were apparently also responsible for his faked relationship with Lily James? It is rumored that Lily wanted more from this PR arrangement from back in 2020. Possibly real love? The social media site Icons+ reports that "Lily James left Chris Evans to be a millionaire's "other woman"". She basically publicly "cheated" on Chris and many gossip sites reported on it. Did Lily do that as revenge because Chris solely wanted PR and rejected her? Kinda like "if you don't give me real love, I ain't giving you positive PR either". It makes me wonder though. Why would a heterosexual man privately reject a pretty woman like Lily James after wanting to be seen with her in paparazzi photographs after all? Odd.

Yes, Chris' alleged personal Paparazzo with the name Jesal basically admitted that he was called to do the pictures with Lily back in 2020 (Nowadays, he seems to be busy with the Portugal PR relationship as you can see from the screenshot, where he was called for a christmas party Portugal Bride and Chris attended). This reminds me of of another failed 2024 GOP candidate who is rumored to be closeted. There is a medium article regarding Ron DeSantis called "Is the GOP gossiping that Ron DeSantis is gay?", how most if not all of the GOP party know about his alleged homosexualty:

As you can see, not just his own party but the general public thinks so too. In fact, they speak about Ron DeSantis' being closeted the same way some people speak about Chris being allegedly closeted:

The replies to this dailymail article about Chris' and Portugal Bride's relationship-reveal, demonstrate that people think that both Chris and Ron overplay the alpha male macho tough guy image, solely to cover their true sexual orientation.

But PR relationships can also have another function. As I pointed out on my blog before: There are many heterosexual men I know who just wanted to sleep around but because of societal pressure, they pretend to be monogamous. The latest political example of that seems to be Gavin Newsom who has been in the news for being an alleged serial cheater. He was already caught cheating back in 2007. On X I found this summary of his latest shenanigans: (TRIGGER WARNING: mention of SA)

Why do I mention Ron DeSantis and Gavin Newsom in relation to Chris Evans? Because they all have one thing in common. A fake stable married man image. Look at the header picture of DeSantis and Newsom on X. Newsom holding his son in his harm. A few weeks ago, DeSantis had a header picture of holding his children's hands and the latest picture, you can see right now, also shows his wife and kids again to portray the family man image while allegedly being someone completely different (a closet case = Ron, a cheater= Gavin). Sorry not sorry but when I saw those header images combined with the rumors I knew about those two guys, I immediately though that Chris is not so different. He also calls the paparazzi, so he can be portrayed for the public as a guy who has a stable relationship and doesn't randomly sleep around in all kids of places.

As someone pointed out on the Lipstick Alley thread called "Chris Evans Relationship Theories 5", he used to go to parties similar to the ones seen in the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" but these rumors were allegedly scrapped by his team when he became Captain America. Why did they worry so much about this specific gossip? Was it true after all? Apparently this goes back as far as 2006:

I have no problems with that because I am pro sexual liberation. I actually point this out so we can normalize this and let people be who they really are, so that they don't have to do these fake relationships anymore.

I mean, remember the screenshot from my "Chris Evans possible boyfriends" post? The user ShellyT20... how she described that a lot of PR relationships in Hollywood exist because the male actors either sleep with each other, have p-word scandals and/or are serial cheaters "but post fake romance stuff on IG and other public platforms. It gives a fake sense of normalcy and stability and shuts fans up for the most part as well as acting as a distraction." When I read this I got reminded of the public "beyond the blinds podcast" episode you can listen to on spotify. The one about the Hemsworth brothers. There it was alleged that Chris Hemsworth is constantly cheating. I wasn't surprised. He isn't my type but I can't deny that he is what most consider super attractive + tall + rich = in no way is this guy monogamous as a famous hollywood actor (LMAO the audactiy to even thinkt hat)... Sadly, when I confront some people with that... for instance Evans fans on LSA or X, most roll their eyes and don't believe that.... They were like: "How can a guy like C. Hemsworth, who posts social media posts about loving being a father and being married for over a decade possibly be such a bad guy"... ... ... ... ... Well and this the reason why Hollywood still fools you with PR relationships because most of you are gullible. You want to see men married with children and as long as the women are age appropriate, you eat it up. And all this goes even beyond these Hollywood celebrities and politicians the general public is aware of. Apparently, even e-celebs are in PR relationships/fake image relationships these days. The youtuber TheQuartering, who said he was partying with right-wing e-celebs said this about them last year: (TRIGGER WARNING: transphobic slur)

Just like how Chris Evan's fans are disappointed that he wasn't the internet boyfriend after all (his fake image for the 2010s) and started to date random young women like Leonardo DiCaprio and Bradley Cooper, TheQuartering was disappointed too with his right-wing colleagues, who pretended to be committed husbands with children while actually being a closeted pride parade. The right-wing commentarors TheQuartering talks about are: Elijah Schaffer, Jack Posobiec and Mike Cernovich. When I found that out I was shocked. I was like "So even these e-celebs are basically "their own Hollywood club" and need PR relationships to function publicly". It really shows how deep gender roles are still ingrained in our society. That even internet-famous people have to have a family man image and portray themselves in a certain way to become "e-celeb-A-list". And if they don't, they will be denied that status.

I know it hurts that your favorite A-list stars are also wife cheaters and that their activism is most likely fake only so that they can continue participating in Hollywood orgies (Which apparently already happen on the e-celeb level). But at one point it had to come out and isn't it better to accept reality than to participate in and support these fake scenarios only to feel better about the world? Cause it is not just TheQuartering who exposed the fake image of the right-wing online community. Blaire White, a right-winger herself, pointed out the same. As people say, where there is smoke, there is fire:

In this video at 55:35 regarding Blaze Media, Blaire White spills tea about closeted e-celebs. It also includes orgies and drugs... like with our favorite super hero (allegedly).

(Blaire is not the only one who knows about the orgy parties)

Lastly, one of the most famous right-wing e-celebs is Steven Crowder. On his channel he had a video where he once admitted that he had a bisexual phase... a phase..

And according to his own logic that means:

He also went so far and basically created beard twins. I remember clearly the video where he announced the pregnancy of his wife. He held up a picture into the camera from an ultrasound. It was like "See, I am hetero after all. Are you happy now?". That's at least my opinion on how the video looked like and it adds up with what peole usually say about him:

Honestly, if someone had told me that this text is about Chris Evans, I'd have believed it and so now we have come full circle. While I only know about Chris Evan's since the pandemic (As I said, I don't watch super hero movies), I am still disappointed. In some interviews, he appeared so adorable, awkward and different from other men in Hollywood (like when he was interviewed about his "Lightyear movie announcement" tweet on Jimmy Kimmel). But in the end he is no better than the closeted republicans. Portraying a conservative image of marriage while behind closed doors it is worse than a sitcom trying to convince you that canned laughter makes everything funnier.

(picture: Is this the awkwardness people talk about? Adorable...)

Yes, there have always been rumors that his real personality is being "weird and awkward" and that he is not just acting in movies but also in most interviews. It goes so far that someone claimed he had been rejected on a date and that's why some people assume it is actually him who initiated the Portugal PR relationship and basically paid for it because he can't get someone himself through normal means. Are some people punished with their good looks?

IMO just like with the married right-wing e-celebs who do orgies all the time, it is also a bad idea of Chris wanting to become a father (at least according to his "sexiest man alive" PR narrative from 2022 which seems to be in the trash can now too).

But let's assume his PR team has that still on their minds: Not only would it be solely for his image (which would make this situation PR either way, even if the marriage were real) but according to all his alleged wild ways, he is also unfit to parent, it would be a disaster actually. Controversial commentator Pearl Davis described it very well. How some people just shouldn't be parents:

I agree with Vale. She would just be in it for the image of being a married woman and in our case... a married, monogamous, non-cheating family man. A user on LSA said that when you switch out "fake nails" with "fake teeth" in Pearl Davis' message, you will have the pefect description of Chris Evans:

(Chris Evans being interviewed at the Lightyear premiere resembling Barry Manilow with too much botox) Sorry but after seeing this picture, I have to agree with her. I love his clothing style but a bi-peacock who is more interested in vanity and fake status will never be a good role model for children. As the saying goes: "You can't have it both ways"

I know this is all a tough pill to swallow but c'mon people. This is the year 2024 and at one point this fakeness just needs to stop. Celebrities, politicians and even social meda e-celebs... you are being fooled. And according to Hollywood insider and daughter of famous TV personality John Walsh, a lot of times, one partner of the arrangement is suffering. Is this really what you support? I don't and that's why I uncover all these PR relationships of the entertainment world because as a true progressive, I don't think that people should be judged based on outdated gender expectations like marriage and monogamy.

The closet kills... your real personality. I mean honestly, what do you gain from being remembered after your death as someone you never were? As Joan Rivers jokes at 0:43 in a short clip from 1966. This so called bearding has been going on forever. I don't think we need a 100th anniversary of this shameful practice. So please help me to expose this so that in the future, celebrities can become famous for truly being themselves.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Here's a fun, silly little drabble for the July event at @the-slumberparty. The prompts I used in a round about way are cabin getaway, sitting by the fireplace and cuddling for warmth.

Title: Sunrise Skinny Dipping

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

You let out a breath as you watched the sun come up from behind the mountains across the lake from where you and your boyfriend, Ari, stood.

He'd convinced you to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise, promising to make you breakfast afterwards.

"It's beautiful," you said in awe.

"Told you it was worth it," he teased. "Time to undress."

"What do you mean, undress?" you asked in shock. Turning, you found him sitting on a large rock, pulling off his boots. "Ari, what are you doing?"

"Undressing," he stated as he shoved his socks into his shoes. "We're going for a swim."

"No we are not," you retorted. "The water is fucking freezing in the afternoon! I am not going in there now!"

"It's better than coffee," he said as he stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. "It's invigorating."

"It's insane," you countered as he continued to strip his clothes off.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased as he dropped his shirt on top of the rock.

"Back home in bed," you said, stubbornly.

"If you come with me now, I won't make you go fishing with me later," he said, standing in front of you in just his jeans. "You can stay inside where it's cool or hang out in the hammock all afternoon. I'll fish by myself, clean it and cook it. You won't have to lift a finger until dinner time."

"And if I don't swim with you?" you asked, afraid of the answer.

"You'll learn how to bait your own hook, take the fish off, clean it and gut it," he replied with a sly grin.

You shuddered at just the thought of the worms and glared at him. "Fine, I'll swim with you, but you're making me breakfast in bed tomorrow with fresh orange juice," you told him.

Ari held out his hand and you shook it.

"Time to get naked!" he declared as he undid his jeans with a flourish.

"Shh!" you hissed, looking around.

"No one else is out here," he stated before he dropped his jeans and boxers and threw them onto the rock.

You sucked in a breath as you let your eyes linger over his chiseled body. He wasn't quite Greek God status, but it was close.

"Need some help over there?" he teased as he pulled his shoulder length hair up into a bun.

"I've got it," you assured him.

Stepping over to his rock, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you took off your clothes and set them next to his.

"Let's get this over with," you said, your teeth chattering.

He held out his hand and you grabbed it, cuddling against his arm for warmth.

"It's not that cold," he teased. "The water will be much worse."

"That's not reassuring!" you exclaimed.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he said with a grin. "Can you walk in or do I need to carry you?"

"I don't trust you not to throw me in," you stated.

"It's the fastest way to get used to it," he pointed out. "But fine, we'll walk in together, ok?"

"Ok," you muttered.

He let out an excited 'yip' and then all but pulled you into the cold water as he ran.

The cold water was a shock to your senses as you found yourself first running into it and then diving under as it hit your thighs.

"HOLY FUCK!" you shouted after you came up for air a second later.

Ari came up a second later, looking shocked. "I didn't think it would be this fucking cold!"

"I fucking hate you," you told him as the two of you made your way to shore.

"That makes two of us," he replied, his teeth chattering.

The two of you dressed as quickly as possible and all but ran back to the cabin you were staying in for the week.

"I'll start a fire," Ari said, gesturing to the fireplace. "You get out of those wet clothes. We need to warm up a bit before we take showers."

Ten minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch under a heavy blanket.

"Well that was fun," Ari said and you rolled your eyes.

"You have a sick sense of fun," you told him.

"But that's why you love me," he replied with a grin.

[foxes-that-run]

Who is anna about? And baby honey?

I think they are.

Anna, Baby Honey, Complicated Freak and the Studio version of Medicine all leaked 20 April 2022, between Harry's two Coachella performances. After he had debuted Boyfriends.

(The timing of this group is what led me to wonder what role Harry plays in the leaks. The Boyfriends F. you intro was only a few months after Taylor wrote You're losing me and 21-23 April is a date they tend to mark, see Peace ring.)

Anna

The general theme of Anna is a rather common one in Harry's music, there's not much that's specific. However:

"Don't know what you're laying just know it's not me" is super similar to Little Freaks "I'm not worried about where you are Or who you will go home to, I'm Just thinkin' about you"

"I don't know what I'd tell you if I passed you on the street" is someone Harry doesn't see - but "everytime I see your face" is about someone Harry sees not in person, as in on TV/Online - a celebrity.

"So chew me up and spit me out / I've nothing left to lose" really sounds like someone already did a number on Harry, which Taylor says in those words in So it Goes..... I think most of his partners may feel the opposite.

I don't want your sympathy is quite reminiscent, but less mature than, Make My Day's "You don’t wanna hear my tiny violin"

The title Anna, may reference the Beatles song. Maybe it is "Ah nah nah" as in Olivia/Ophelia, it just reminds me of Alison for no good reason. Harry's mum is of course Anne and he said his A tattoo is for his mum, then Louis said 'no it's not a mystery blonde.

He plays it in a mash-up with George Michaels "wouldn't it be nice", Harry got other George Michael lyrics tattooed "Never gonna dance again" 2 days after Taylor wrote WANGBT.

Baby Honey

This song sounds so similar to an older blues/rock song and it drives me crazy trying to place the other song so never listen to it.

It starts with 20 seconds of silence (13+7)

The opening line about her friends not liking his music because it's his. yeah.. 💔 

"And I swear that I'm not thinkin' 'bout you all the time" is a reference to Him "I still think about you all the time"

"Now I'm getting older, am I getting over you?" is firstly, he's not over her (Hunger "as one year turns into two I'm still not over you") and Night Changes "We're only gettin' older, baby"

"Oh, I know he's got the money, baby honey, does he make your night?" reminds me of Super Pretty "that big baller that we both knew growing up"

"Is it true he doesn't touch you in the place, the way I know you like?" is classic Harry, never pass a chance to remind us of touching in places. This line reminds me of Without You "Now you’re with him i must admit I’m missing / The part of your skin / You always liked me kissing"

[shadowredfeline]

Two in One Post

Two Responses to both my Filipino Friend and A-Pal.

First Response.

I understand how that movie got an average rating, but not only did this movie have Christmas stuff in it, but usually the main focus of the movie was about Hanukkah, and I know the three of us are not Jewish, it was a movie Adam Sandler wanted to do since he is Jewish. Especially for a Sony movie, and my cousin has watched some of his movies and even my friend from Social Club watches some of his movies. Some people like the movie because it is funny, and some people don't like the movie because it's either gross or a lot of people hate the main character, Davey Stone, Because he's acting like a troublemaking criminal, but he does kinda redeem himself at the end of how everyone was being so mean to this nice old man. And also, there's a Sonic YouTuber named Connor known as Emerald Masters, he gets that plot a lot about the movie, and every time he uses the word "Technical Foul", he got it from the character, Whitey Duvall, and I usually be like "Okay, Whitey!" And normally Whitey is the name of the old guy, But he can be obnoxious sometimes. Some people say Eight Crazy Nights was bad, but not as bad as the other movies like Jack and Jill which is done by Adam Sandler. But with my story, "Four Crazy Advents", We focus on Christmas since that's what the three of us celebrate. And Shadow and Spot normally don't act like Davey Stone where he acts like a Jerk and gets away with something. But usually Shadow and Spot normally don't act like that because they learn to try their best to learn to do the right thing and avoid getting themselves into trouble. Because I know Maxwell would like Shadow and Spot would never do that because Maxwell, May and Sam are always there for them. Same for Lisa, Riya and Vanilla.

Second Response.

I like how guys like what I got for Christmas. Normally for my Filipino Friend not to get too jealous, since he now uses the same site my family and I use when buying stuff on the Internet. We use Amazon since that's the site where I buy some of my stuff at or if I were to buy or preorder video games from. But my mom usually buys stuff from Amazon a lot. And she thinks we should check Amazon on some of their stuff how much they cost. And even one day you guys get Laptops or desktops like I do, I'm sure we can all work on our content together like we can all write stories, Because not only I draw, but I can also write stories too. So it can be like saying I wrote the story, while you guys can illustrate. And plus if we got gaming ones, we can all play online just the three of us, like Microsoft PC games or Steam games on PC. Those are the differences when playing a video game on the computer. But the only Microsoft Xbox title I would play on my computer would probably be Minecraft and Forza Motorsports. So I'm sure either my sister's boyfriend or my sister can help me set it up once I'm feeling better and getting over my cold. Because I got to do something fun with them before they go back to Colorado. But I hope you both will look into getting gaming computers and work computers in the future. Then we can all play online together during our free time. 👍

[cheerscoops]

Make me write!

I was tagged by the always wonderful @spicysix <3 thanks for the tag!!

THE RULES

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It's fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

Tag anyone you think might also enjoy this game (No pressure of course)

Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of a chapter, move to the WIP with the second highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to the poll or in a reblog!

More about each fic can be found under the cut at the bottom just in case you want to know what each one is before you vote.

No pressure tags: @quinnkeerys @heroeddiemunson @roykentt @sloelimbs @lokinightfury

Wherever You Point To I'll Find - my current series; a modern au in which Chrissy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are all on a road trip together. Steve and Chrissy are slowly falling for each other and Eddie and Nancy are an established couple. If you need more info on this one, just check out the wyptif tag on my blog

Feels Like This - basically a fic version of this moodboard that I made for cheerscoopscentral; Chrissy is the singer/songwriter to watch and Steve is the front man for a band called The Babysitters. Corroded Coffin is also famous, and Chrissy is friends with benefits with Eddie. Chrissy is hired to help Steve write his band's next album, and if she does a good job, she gets to be the opening act on their tour. Sparks fly between Steve and Chrissy. There's also a bunch of stuff with Steve's on again off again girlfriend travel writer Nancy as well as Chrissy's ex-boyfriend aspiring musician Jason.

Not Part of the Plan - the accidental pregnancy au! Nancy ends a girl's night of celebration for graduating college and landing her dream job by sleeping with the hot bartender. When she finds out she's pregnant a month later, she tracks down Eddie Munson to let him know that he's going to be a dad. From there, it's a friendship and co-parenting and trying not to fall in love.

untitled fake dating au - Nancy Wheeler is back in Hawkins after leaving her New York job with an online media company (think buzzfeed). Her new job with the Hawkins Post has her working as an entertainment writer, and her first big assignment is covering a Battle of the Bands competition in Indianapolis because a local band is competing. When a creep won't stop hitting on her at the competition, she does the only thing she can think of. She sees Eddie Munson and convinces him to pretend he's her boyfriend to get this guy off his back. They keep fake dating for the rest of the competition with plans to have a "mutual breakup" once they're back in Hawkins. That's thrown out the window when Eddie decides to fake propose to Nancy at a party, and Steve Harrington posts the proposal on instagram. Now, Nancy's family thinks she's really engaged, and she has to bring her fiance on their beach vacation. And it just goes from there.

Cupid's Trap: An Enemies to Lovers Tale of Shakespearean Proportions - Mrs. O'Donnell is in charge of the school's drama club, and she's found the perfect leading lady for her production of Much Ado About Nothing in Chrissy Cunningham. Her choices for a male lead are dismal though. Then, she sees Eddie putting on a performance in Hellfire Club, and she hatches a plan. If Eddie will take on the lead role in her production, she'll give him enough extra credit that he'll finally pass her class and be able to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only problem? Chrissy and Eddie can't stand each other and can barely be in the same room together. Slowly, they put their opinions of each other aside and start to form a real friendship that's maybe something a little bit more than that. Jason is also there being the absolute worst.

[uterialmotive-blog]

Book Review: Heavy Hitter

TITLE: Heavy Hitter

AUTHOR: Katie Catugno

SUMMARY:

Taylor and Travis. Jennifer and A-Rod. Marilyn and Joe. When a professional athlete and a megawatt star fall in love, the world is obsessed . . .

With four chart-topping albums, Lacey Logan is a superstar whose life no longer feels like her own. Her every move is photographed, videoed, and dissected online, and her carefully curated Instagram feed studied by fans worldwide. To maintain her privacy, Lacey skillfully controls her narrative, showing fans and paparazzi what she wants them to see.

But when Lacey discovers her boyfriend is hiding two devastating secrets—a bad cocaine habit and a pregnant girlfriend—she begins to lose confidence and control of her own story. Then big-shouldered baseball player Jimmy Hodges, a former Rookie of the Year when Lacey was in high school, walks into the bar where she’s venting to a friend. With his shaggy beard and unfashionable button-down, Jimmy is the opposite of the picture-perfect guy Lacey thinks she wants. Soon, sparks fly and inhibitions go out the window when Lacey dares to take some chances.

Lacey and Jimmy are polar opposites. But could this be the forever after they both need?

REVIEW:

This book came at just the right time - whilst Taylor and Travis are taking the world by storm! I loved the not-quite-instalove between Jimmy and Lacey and the clear connection they had from the begninning. The way that the pressures of their respectiv careers were written and explored was incredible and I just wanted things to go so well for them. The burn wasn't quite as slow as I like but I enjoy that they didn't instantly fall in love with eachother, there was the realistic feelings of lust and connection first before it built into the smething more.

I did, however, have a few complaints: I feel that the whole "alcoholic mom" storyline wasn't explored enough. It felt very much like "here is my trauma - alcoholic mom, ok thanks, that's enough of that". As a recovering alcoholic, I really hate when alcoholic relatives are used as just a small plot point. I know the damage alcoholism can cause to families and it is not something that is just a few brief appearances or mentions and then everyone moves on and forgets it exists. I would have liked to see this play out a bit more and get some more insight into how Lacey felt about it.

Another issue I had was that Lacey spent a lot of the book feeling bad for how she had treated certain people, most notably her assistant Claire. She thought about she needed to make it up to people, or apologise, reach out, whatever, but this wasn't ever actually shown at any point. It would have been nice to get some closure on that part of Lacey's story, that she recognised she was pushing people away and did something about it.

I also felt that the ending was very abrupt and feel that an epilogue would have been great.

I must say that I love Jimmy and I'm glad that there wasn't too much "baseball talk" in this as, as a Brit, I have no got a cle about baseball!!

Overall, this was a good book but I feel like it had the potential to be a great book.

Tropes: - Celebrities - Sport star - Popstar - Secret relationship - Friends to lovers (if you squint)

3 STARS

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15 questions and 15 mutuals

I was tagged twice, so thank you @stars-of-kyber and @jeanvanjer

1. Were you named after anyone?

IRL, I was apparently named after some celebrity or other from the 60′s or 70′s. My pen name, which is what I use on here, is a bit of a joke with myself. Isabella was the name of my character in an online roleplaying game I was in. Her boyfriend’s name was Lee, and I changed the spelling for various reasons.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh Lord. A few hours ago. I was working on my novel revision and reading over a scene where Eli is thinking about his family. My baby is a bit of a mess.

3. Do you have kids?

No. Always wanted them, but it just never happened.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Umm... probably? I honestly never really pay much attention.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Depends on the person, really. Just whatever feature happens to jump out at me.

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel. Somewhere between green and brown.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don’t do scary movies, at all. The COMMERCIALS tend to give me nightmares. I can’t even handle thrillers.

8. Any special talents?

Hmm... I like to think I’m a fairly decent writer? I am also the go-to person at work when registers decide they don’t want to work, or we have issues with the safe count being off. I sometimes joke about getting a nametag that lists my position as “tech support”.

9. Where were you born?

Chicago

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading. Playing stupid games on my phone. Writing. I write both fanfiction and original.

11.  Have any pets?

Nope. We used to have dogs, cats, and birds. But, as the most recent ones died, they were not replaced. If I ever somehow manage to afford to move out of my parents’ house, I’d like to get a couple cats, again.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Do mental gymnastics to find ways out of gym class count? I am so not even remotely athletic.

13. How tall are you?

5′3″

14. Favorite subject in school?

Chemistry. I know, you’d expect a writer to say English, but I hated English class. High school English classes did their level best to destroy my love of reading and writing. Luckily, they were not successful.

15. Dream job

Writer. But, on a more practical level, I’m seriously considering going back to school (at 48!) for Accounting.

I honestly don’t know if I even have 15 mutuals, much less 15 mutuals who haven’t already done this. So, if you want to do it and haven’t yet, consider yourself tagged.

(Edited because it occurred to me after I posted that the “15 questions and 15 minutes” I kept reading the questionnaire title as made absolutely no sense and looked at it again...)

[margle]

my additions

some elements that fit with what we know:

the animated plane from the trailer could represent frank flying to russia to play in a chess tournament (frank vs. russia)

wild guess for the gang gets cursed: the gang gets haunted by the ghost of jerry (frank's tapeworm). this ep could also be about being 'haunted' by figures from their past. (evidence: they joked about it on the pod). the gang hiding behind the pool table could be from this ep. so could frank bashing that gull in - a haunted bird???

the animated teeth from the trailer fit with the description of the charlie's teeth in the frank shoots episode summary

"injury liability" from the press releases will probably be the gang inflates or frank shoots.

the found toilet in the trailer will probably be from the gang inflates. as in the summary it says charlie's apartment gets bigger

stuff that doesn't fit with the released ep titles:

the "mental health" aspect of the press release. maybe a dedicated ep in 7, 8 or 9?

dee's dinner date and the new dennis system. maybe a dennis system part 2? with dennis observing her date to help her? this could also tie in his mental health: maybe this is his way of trying to be a better person.

mac reading that text about the bar invited to be on a show. it /could/ be the set up for the celebrity booze ep, but dee saying they don't want to look like 'jerks' doesn't fit. this could be a dedicated ep.

mac and chase utley in a cemetery. maybe the gang gets cursed?

mac having an online bf

therefore the other eps could be:

episode 7: dennis has a breakdown. dennis has a breakdown and tries to be a better person, deciding to help his friends get romantic partners. dee goes on a disastrous date and mac starts dating someone online.

episode 8: the gang goes on (insert reality tv show). the gang gets invited to go on a reality show. mac decides not to go on the show, because he is meeting his new online boyfriend who turns out to be chase utley. when dennis finds out, he spirals again, causing him to have another breakdown on tv.

alternate version with inverted events:

episode 7: the gang goes on (insert reality tv show). the gang gets invited to go on a reality show. mac won't stop talking about the new online boyfriend he is talking to, annoying everyone there. the show goes terribly wrong, causing dennis to have another mental breakdown live on tv. he decides to seek help and see a therapist

episode 8: dennis fails at being a better person. his new therapist gives him homework to do something good. he decides to teach mac and dee a new dennis system, to help dee get back in the dating scene and to help mac prepare for his upcoming date with the new bf. dee goes on a disastrous date, with dennis becoming increasingly frustrated. dennis, infuriated with her failure, decides being a better person is not for him and sabotages mac's date. mac meets his bf (chase utley???) and takes him to a cemetery, as per dennis's advice.

hmmmmmmmmm

[blreview]

How to purchase My Online-Celebrity Boyfriend manhua/drama CD

(pic above is the special edition of the drama CD!)

For those who are interested...

The manhua artist posted English instructions for buying My Online Celebrity Boyfriend manhua and drama CD here: link

I may translate the sample clips one day... X3

Sample 01 - marriage proposal clip - https://youtu.be/eLu_ujjxb4o

Sample 02 - a little R18 clip - (Please use headphones) https://youtu.be/q1paDAeT-aU

[i4bellingham]

I really like your fics. I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Marcus dedicates a goal to Y/N

GOAL (OF THE HEART): marcus rashford x reader

NOTE: real life situations will not align with this fic but for the sake of this fic, please ignore them :)) also, this is one of my most favorite written pieces so far i swear to god night time brings ✨ something ✨ in me when i write (but unfortunately not every night lmao)

It was such a silly promise he had made to you while growing up.

“If I score a goal for you in our game in Monday, we will have to get married when we grow up.” An ten-year old Marcus Rashford proposes, giving you his still unopened ring pop as a form of sealing the deal. You slide the candy ring to your ring finger just like where your Ma has her's. “You better score more than one then.”

“Sure.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Marcus did. He scored a hefty of goals during his time, growing tremendously on the passion he's got for football as he bagged goals after goals in his games.

There were timesㅡ a patch where he was out of form, made everything about the sport he loves grow a tad bit challenging. It also didn't help that a single mistake he had made came a wave of online hate directed towards him.

Those were the tough times, but still, you stood by his side as his best friend, his confidant, his girlfriend, the love of his life.

And as Marcus scored the final goal, one that was trivial to winning the title for The Carabao’s Cup, the silly promise he had made to you as a kid now turned into something more than just what it was, a silly little promise of a young boy who shared his dreams and passion for football to his friend, a girl next door who used to call him ‘Marc’ growing up because she couldn't be bothered to pronounce his two-syllable name, the girl who watched him practice his dribbling skills behind their muddy backyard even during the rain.

Every single Reds fans erupted into a holler of cheers, uniting as one as they waved the huge red Manchester United banner, popping every red confetti as they cheered for the victory of their team.

Every player, Ten Hag and a few of the team staff were huddled near the box, almost squashing your boyfriend underneath as they celebrated his goal. You can see a few tear-streaked faces from where you're sat, most probably from the win and finally ending the 5-year drought of not winning a single title in different cups as you yourself wipe tears off from your own eyes.

The guys, after a little while of congratulating and dapping each other stood and formed a line in front of their very enthusiastic and supportive fans, some waved, some bowed and some gave away flying kisses before walking off to find their own families.

Due to some schedule conflicts, Marcus’ family wasn't able to watch this game live, leaving you to watch him play and support him on the stead of his family. One single look through your Instagram, they were of course already the first one's to congratulate your boyfriend, posting lengthy messages with photos of their tele as they watch the game from their homes.

On your peripheral vision, you see the man of the game jogging towards your seat, and you immediately jump up, shoving your phone into your back pocket before meeting Marcus from behind the barricade as he reaches both arms out to wrap around your waist.

“Oh my god! I am so proud of you!” You gush against his neck, cupping his face before kissing him on both cheeks.

Marcus takes the liberty of connecting your lips together before you could get any far. You wrap both hands behind his neck, ignoring his sweaty state as he pulls away just to pick you up from behind the barricade that separates you both and placing you on the ground in front of him. Then he kisses you hard again, fervent but not bruising.

“Do you remember my promise when we were ten?” He asks, glancing towards where Sancho was approaching.

You scrunch your nose, patting his chest. “You have made a handful of promises Mr. Rashford, you may have to remind me on this one.”

You cheekily smile at him, teasing because he knew that you knew. But as always, the challenge was welcomed.

Sancho arrives, wrapping an arm over your boyfriend’s shoulder and with a few pats on the back and a ‘good luck mate,’ he leaves the two of you alone but not before shooting you a knowing smile.

“I scored a goal for you...” Marcus takes his hand that was behind him, showing you a small red velvet box, then he kneels and opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring over a golden band and you're cupping a palm over your mouth. “In a Monday game... so will you please do give me the honor of being your husband?”

Freely, the tears start to fall on your cheeks, the sound of the fans who were seeing the moment live cheered as you had Marcus kneeling on the ground before you.

“I didn’t score more than one goal today but, I was hoping I’d score your yes with this one because as cheesy as this may sound, that's one of my goals since I was ten...” Marcus laughs when you sob against your palm, failing to wipe away your tears but you move to wipe his when the first one fell on his cheek.

You didn't say yes, not immediately but you did nod your head before a shaky yes, yes Marcus I’ll marry you leaves your lips, tackling your boyfriend to the ground as he loops an arm around your waist whilst you're nuzzling your face against his chest, sobbing.

“You’re so cheesy but I love you.” You hiccup, raising your head just to see the herd of football players rushing to your way most likely to congratulate you.

Marcus flicks a stray hair out of your face, cupping your right cheek before he's slipping the ring in your ring finger, just like where your Ma has her's, and he's leaning down to kiss your lips, never mind the salty taste of tears on his tongue.

“You promise?” Marcus smiles as he parts, using the pad of his thumb to wipe your cheeks.

You nod, connecting your foreheads together as you answer. “I promise.”

[professorrw]

hiya, please can I request a Chris Evans x female!reader fanfic where the reader is a teacher and it's during the panorama so her classes are online and one time Chris thinks she's finished her classes so comes into her office. Chaos, fluffiness and awkwardness ensues. Love your work, thank you :D

...hi. it's been a while. but i'm back!! i'm sorry it's taken me so long lovely 😭 regardless, i hope you enjoy this <3

marvel masterlist

Title: Interrupting Online Classes

Pairing: female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: none! fluff and cuteness + the pandemic

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

The pandemic had changed a lot of things in everyone's lives, especially yours. Being an elementary school teacher was no easy task but also now having to do your classes online it added a new set of challenges. Microphones being turned on by accident, being kicked out of meetings for no inherent reason, the internet being choppy: all things that you dealt with on the daily. No matter how difficult it was at times you wouldn’t change your job for the world. You loved the kids and getting to talk to them all the time.

It was a wonder that a simple school teacher like you could possibly be dating Chris Evans, but you were. Your romance didn’t start like one in fanfictions, a huge celebrity seeing you in the crowd and deciding then and there that you had to be together. No. You and Chris were childhood friends and had grown up together in Massachusetts, two peas in a pod. You supported his acting career and he supported your dream of becoming a teacher. Low and behold, you both got what you wanted.

None of your students knew about Chris for many, many reasons. Most kids knew who Captain America was and if your students knew that you were living with ‘America’s Ass’ (something that fans called him), they would go ballistic. So when you were having an online class you made sure that Chris was aware and steered clear of the camera.

Sometimes to tease you he would walk into whatever room you were having classes in and start dancing, which was his best effort to get a smile and laugh, but also distract you. The kids would sometimes ask what you were looking at, but you would have to tell a little white lie and say that it was your dog playing with a toy.

The school year was nearly over, and all the students were ready for summer. You weren’t giving your kids too much work to do and on the Zoom calls you were mainly just talking to them about their plans for the next two months. 

Everyone was so absorbed in listening to all the stories that you didn’t even realize your last class had gone over the regular time. It was nearly four o’clock and normally you would just be working on lessons, so Chris didn’t think anything of strolling behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Hey honey,” your boyfriend said.

It only took a few seconds for your students to process who was standing behind their teacher. “IS THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA?!?” one of them shrieked. “OH MY GOSH IT IS!” another one said.

You turned around and looked at Chris who could only give the kids a bashful smile and wave. “Hi guys.”

“HI!” they all responded with enthusiasm. They were more excited about seeing Chris than they were when they saw your dog for the first time. The kids were so adorable you didn’t even bother to tell ‘Captain America’ to get out of the camera. More than one student had told their parents about the celebrity that had appeared on their Zoom call, and you could see them taking their phones out and recording.

“Are you married to Captain America, Ms. Y/N?” a young girl asked.

You didn’t even get the chance to answer when Chris chimed in with, “Not yet, but someday.” He kissed the top of your head, leaving you speechless.

“OOOOO,” the students said.

“Okay guys I think it’s time for Captain America to go fight some bad guys.”

“Aww,” they pouted.

“You’ll see me again, don’t worry,” Chris said before giving them a big smile and waving goodbye. He took three steps away to be just out of the camera’s view and looked at you and mouthed “sorry.” You shook your head and mouthed, “it’s okay.”

“It seems like Captain America needs my help! I gotta go but I will see you all tomorrow!” you said to your students.

“Bye Ms. Y/N!”

You ended the Zoom call and shut your computer. When you turned to Chris he was bashfully standing just a few feet to your left. “You are sooo done.”

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” you asked.

“Nope. Those kiddos are going to ask you a million questions. Be glad you aren’t teaching much because they aren’t going to be paying any attention to school work.”

“I would just tell them that Captain America said they had to get their work done if they wanted to see him again,” you said.

“Isn’t that blackmail?” Chris laughed.

“…Maybe.”

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Here is the promised follow up to my drabble Smooth Hips Turner. I did a poll a couple weeks ago to determine what the plot should be and almost half of the votes were for her brother to find out about them dating.

I'm not a drama writer... I'm a romantic comedy writer... so I had some fun.

I'm also checking off a couple squares on my @the-slumberparty bingo card: Sports AU and Night Club.

Title: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Pairing: hockey player!Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

IS SMOOTH HIPS TURNER IS OFF THE MARKET?? The superstar goalie was seen canoodling at a local club with an unknown female while out with friends over the weekend. Our body language expert looked at the photos and said the relationship looks serious and predicts that there will be wedding bells in the off season for the pro.

"Fuck," Cole cursed as he looked at the social media post.

"All my social media accounts were already private," you reminded him. "And I changed all my profile pictures to the beach as soon as I saw that post."

"Someone will recognize you though and sell your name and any dirt they have on you to the tabloids," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother."

"Excuse me?" you asked with a laugh.

"Not literally fuck your brother," Cole replied with a grin. "But fuck, I wanted to tell your brother myself. But if he sees those photos, he's going to know."

Before you could respond, Cole's phone dinged and he glanced down at it, his eyes going wide as he looked at the message. Swallowing, he turned it towards you so you could see the message that had come in from your brother.

YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER????

CALL ME THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!

"I'll call him," you offered. "And I'll tell him to mind his own fucking business."

"No," Cole said, shaking his head. "I have to do this. I should have done it before now."

"You aren't having this conversation without me," you told him. "I get that he is your best friend, but he's my brother. And I get that he's my brother, but you're my boyfriend. You are not excluding me from this!"

"Alright, alright," Cole said, holding up his hands. "I'll call him now."

He sat down next to you on the couch and chose to video call your brother.

You weren't sure what to expect when your brother answered, but based on his text to Cole you weren't expecting the shit eating grin you got.

"Turner. Sis." He greeted you both. Then, to Cole, said, "So you finally grew a pair and asked her out, huh?"

It took a second for you and Cole to figure out what he meant by that but you started laughing while Cole just stared back at him in shock.

"Oh don't pretend to be shocked I knew," your brother told him. "You were fucking obvious, man. It was a relief when she went away to school because you weren't distracted all the time if she was home."

"You knew the whole time?" Cole asked, dumbfounded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Uh, because it was my sister," your brother replied. "I wasn't going to encourage that when you didn't stand a chance with her. And after, well you lived in two different places and lived very different lives."

"So you aren't mad?" you asked him.

"That you guys are dating? Absolutely not," he replied. "I am annoyed that I found out from the fucking internet though!"

"It's not how we wanted you to find out," Cole said. "I was going to talk to you next week when my team was in town."

"You were?" you said, looking at Cole.

"I was," he replied, looking back at you.

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him.

"OH YUCK! GROSS!" your brother complained. "Just because I'm ok with it doesn't mean I want to see it!"

"Say bye to your brother," Cole told you, pulling his lips away from yours.

"Bye, butt head," you called.

Your brother was still protesting when Cole ended the call and dropped the phone onto the floor.

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Cinema Starview Presents: The X-Traordinary Tragedy of Pearl

So, I recently just got done watching both of Ti West’s movies that are apart of his X-Traordinary film series. The original film titled X & its prequel Pearl. Here’s a brief review and analysis of what I like about both films.

Both films have an overall theme of sexuality, beauty, stardom, and womanhood. Through this, we realize how similar Pearl and Maxine are (and it’s not just because they’re both played by Mia Goth).

Pearl wanted so badly to be a star, that she would do anything to attain fame. She wanted to leave her dreary, farm life to perform on stage and in films for people to see, going as far as killing her parents to go to an audition. She doesn’t get the role and succumbs to her psychotic/sociopathic traits through murderous acts. Pearl comes to terms with never attaining her dreams of being a star, and lives the rest of her days on her farm with her husband, Howard. Maxine on the other hand went a more alternative route to her fame by staring in her boyfriend's adult films, in which during the ‘70s & ’80s sex became less of a taboo and more liberated, only to a slight degree that you could get paid for making adult content.

Wanting to be known, and admired is something many of us have dreamed of since we were young. Being a celebrity comes with a sense of intrigue and mystique. We’ve all had dreams of meeting a celebrity or befriending one when we were younger. I for one have always wanted to be known for my creativity and artistry. It’s tricky for many of us to attain stardom due to how limited industries are to get into. Whether we have the skillsets, the personality, or the charisma to entertain. Not everyone is lucky enough to be famous, however in this modern day and age, people can receive viral fame online, but there’s just something more… meaningful receiving attention in real life.

Both movies also commentate on the unfair advantage of women having to suppress their sensuality and explicit desires for the sake of purity. During Pearl’s prime, it was very taboo and a source of ridicule to express sexual desires with more than one man. She had a husband that left her to join the war, and she messed around with a guy that introduced her to adult movies. Another topic that I liked was how ageism plays a factor. Once you’re older, people may no longer find you beautiful, which does scare people into maintaining their youth for as long as they can.

I’m interested to see where the final film “MaXXXine” takes Maxine Minx’s character. If she’ll eventually end up in the same cycle that Pearl had succumbed to, of not achieving her stardom — or if she will find success, but things get in the way of it. Like her father being a pastor, or people somehow finding out about the never-released film she starred in the night everyone was murdered.

I’ve gotta say, I love where Mia Goth’s career is going. Hell, her name is movie star material alone haha. I’m so glad to be witnessing a new generation of Final Girls and Scream Queens in modern media.

SCORE: 8.5/10 ⭐️