#and didn't put in way too much effort. made him shirtless at first because i didn't feel like doing all the details

[yui-kimura]

@kazan-yamaoka 

i did it!!!!! this is for you!! >:) his hot girl summer....... yui is like wow. his boobs are bigger than mine. rude.

[gemini-sensei]

Sims | Hawk Moskowitz

Thank you @sensei-venus for putting this out there. I just had to write a whole thing about it because duh. So here we go, some fluff with a dash of sims.

When Reader was tidying up her apartment she shared with Hawk, she didn't anticipate getting sidetracked. She was just cleaning off his desk, making sure not to bump into his gaming computer as she did so, but of course she hit the mouse. The screen came to life so brightly, showing her the last game he'd been playing and it made her giggle.

He Sims 4 was still open, but the game was paused. The camera was hovering over a room in the house centered on a Sim that looked a lot like her boyfriend, with a large mohawk, shirtless and covered tattoos. It made her giggle and she sat down to take a closer look.

She was taking a little tour of the house to see everything Hawk had put into it. It was obvious a lot of time and effort was put into it, the house itself rather big with three levels, including a basement, and a backyard filled with little bonsai trees. It was stunning for a game house and she loved it, all of the decor matching with their own style that they'd curated for themselves in the little apartment that they called home.

There with photos on the wall, all of her favorite plants and flowers set up inside or around the property, big stylish windows like she's always wanted. As she noticed the greenhouse attached to the main building, she realized her boyfriend has built her dream home in the game. All the talks about what she wanted in that department hadn't fallen on deaf ears, she already knew that, but to see it reflected in the game was heartwarming and sweet.

As she looked at the pictures of the sims in the house, she saw herself reflected as well. Her body was chubby and her style was on point, as she would come to learn that he'd downloaded costum content to get the clothes right as well as her hair. She was so flattered, so in love, so giggly.

It didn't take her long to find the other sim occupants as well, including one dog, one cat, and two little infant babies.

As she clicked to view the babies, she found them happily asleep in their cribs. The room they were in was decorated in all pinks and purples, with a princess castle on the floor and long drapes over the windows. Two twin girls with full bellies laid asleep, well cared for. She awed at their cute little faces and the names that had been chosen for them. As she looked at their stats and everything, she discovered one was a little more shy while the other was outgoing.

Only when she found the pictures on the wall of her sim pregnant and Hawk's sim fussing over her belly did she come to a realization. She blushed as she wondered, does he want kids? Is that what this means?

She put the game back the way she found it and hurried to clean up the area like she had planned on doing in the first place. Though she tried buying herself with the tidying and chores, she couldn't stop thinking about the game. She tried to tell herself that it was just a game, but at the same time she had a feeling it was much more than that...

Several days passed before she decided to ask Hawk. She didn't want him to know she had seen his game, believing it was fairly private, so when she did it, she kept that part out of it. She kept it casual, almost too casual, as they cuddled up on the couch watching one of their comfort shows. It popped into her mind again and she simply asked,

"Do you ever think about having kids?"

He looked at her, then shrugged as he turned back to the TV. "Yeah, sometimes."

She could tell that he was trying to act really casual about it, but his body was a little tense under her all of a sudden and she knew better.

"And?"

"Yeah, I guess I'd like to have kids some day." He quickly cut a look her way, eyes unreadable. "What about you?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah... well, I mean, I've thought about it before but it didn't really come back to me until recently."

She got a little shy and looked away from him. He paused their show and say up a bit, making her shift and sit up too.

"Reader, is this your way of asking something?"

She looked up at him, cheeks growing warm. "I mean, maybe."

She didn't really know. She didn't know where this would go, having not thought that far ahead inall of this. She bit her lip and looked away from him.

He gently took her chin in between his the and index finger, then turned her face to look at him again. He spoke softly.

"Is this your way of asking me if I wanna have a baby with you?" He asked her. He looked into her eyes with his warm blue ones amd it was like swimming in the ocean on a summer's day. "Because if so, I'm all for it... because that's something I want with you more than anything."

"Really?" she asked just as softly.

He nodded and she smiled wide. She leaned into him and kissed him, throwing her arms around him and he caught her as they fell back onto the couch cushion. He groaned against her lips, enjoying the excitement and passion behind her force. With that sort of energy, they were making out in no time, their clothes slowly falling to the floor piece by piece.

There was little planning to it, little thought other than "we want this together," and while neither of them said they were "trying," they knew in their hearts what they were doing. Hawk didn't have to know it was all thanks to his little game.

[mypoisonedvine]

the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

[iamnmbr3]

Did you read this interview?

"It’s a chance for Sylvie to burst the bubble of Loki's pomposity. He's always coming up with things that he thinks are profound, but actually, they're not particularly profound.” (The drunk scene and the speech about love)

Waldron went on further to explain

"I wrote that really, really quick. I remember I was revising Episode 3 in the two weeks leading up to my wedding. It’s interesting because that's probably the most romantic episode. At that point, Loki is a little bit drunk. That freed me up, where it was just like, ‘Don't think too hard about it,’ which is sort of my first thought that Loki would think here.”

"I just ran with it, ‘Love is a dagger.' And fortunately, like many of Loki's metaphors, it almost works.”

Everything this man says is so stupid. So this just proves that we aren't wrong for thinking that it didn't make much sense. He didn't even put much effort into it at all. And again he still thinks that everything Loki says is just pompous. He sucks.

No I didn’t see this? Do you or anyone else have a source to verify it? (I will edit this post to include it if anyone can link me). EDIT: @marvelfan-random provided the link: https://thedirect.com/article/loki-tom-hiddleston-episode-3-dagger-love

It certainly sounds consistent with things Mike has said in the past tho. He really doesn’t understand Loki at all and has no respect for the character or his fans. He also takes no pride whatsoever in his work and has an amazingly big ego for such a lazy and untalented writer. (Also I’m still annoyed about that tweet where he said Loki should’ve been shirtless in his intro scene in Avengers. If anyone tweeted that about Black Widow people would be outraged; male characters deserve dignity and respect from the writers too).

He keeps talking in multiple interviews about Loki being “pompous” when he’s really not. Pompous is defined as “affectedly and irritatingly grand, solemn, or self-important” which is different from arrogant or superior. Loki is someone who is deeply defined by self loathing and insecurity which is...the opposite of that. He’s also someone who is genuinely competent. That’s not how Mike writes him though. Mike writes him as overconfident loser who vastly overestimates his own importance and abilities and consistently fails pathetically as a result. 

That’s not Loki. Loki is someone who has felt chronically overshadowed and we see even in the beginning of Thor 2011 that he is not well liked, is routinely overlooked and also routinely mocked by the W3. Loki isn’t overconfident. He’s genuinely competent. He has an air of superiority sometimes yes. But that’s different. He acts like royalty not because he thinks he’s important but because he is! He’s a prince! He thinks he’s powerful because he is - he’s a formidable warrior who can hold his own against Thor and a very gifted sorcerer. And he acts like it. Also a lot of his aloof and arrogant seeming behaviors are performative. It’s his way of shielding himself in moments of weakness. Like when he lashes out at the Hulk it’s because he knows he’s lost. When he acts insouciant and aloof in TDW it’s because he thinks he’s about to be executed. 

Mike misses all this complexity and is intent on just taking Loki down a peg and making a narrative that consistently disrespects and mocks its central character. I think it’s because he resents that Loki takes attention away from his original characters. And also maybe he just doesn’t like Loki at all because of harmful attitudes he holds in real life. After all he’s made offensive comments about victims having their hearts hardened by trauma and about adopted people all having control issues. So maybe he also projects some of his real life biased and bigoted attitudes onto Loki.

[babygirldennis]

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Love On-Set (Pt. 04 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

Word count: 3K

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Breaking Character

You meet Dacre at the entrance of the hotel's gym, which is a little crowded already. He guides you in and you decide to start with the bike. Dacre goes straight for the weights, obviously. But you manage to get a bike that gives you a perfect sight of where he is, and as you work out, you watch him. He gives you a few glances, but you manage to look away just in time. At least you hope you do. After a while, you decide to move to the treadmill to run for a few minutes. Thanks to the weekly visits to the local gym near your house, you're able to keep up the pace for a good amount of time before getting tired and deciding to stop. Dacre is still doing his stuff, so after refilling your bottle with cold water, you walk over where he is, sitting on a bench right before him. He's currently lifting a barbell that looks unbelievably heavy.

“Are you done already?” He asks in a sassy tone.

“I'll get a few more followers at your expanse just because I didn't like your tone, Mr. Montgomery.” Taking your phone, you open your Instagram and start making a video of Dacre. He looks incredible, so handsome right now, and the fact that he's shirtless only makes it better. You have to control yourself not to check him out more than you should. “Straight to my Instagram story.” You tell him as you put some emojis on the video and tags Dacre before sharing it with the whole world.

“Come here for a second.” He says, laying the barbell down.

“What for? If you think I can lift any of those things you must be going completely insane.” Despite being suspicious you stand up, leaving your phone on the bench.

As you walk over him, Dacre hands over his phone to a dark-haired man who was switching weights. “Can you record this for me?” You hear him asking. “Just a few seconds.” He kindly smiles and thanks to the man when he nods.

“Are you going to prank me or something?” You stop before him, arms crossed. Without saying anything, Dacre pulls you with him, placing you between him and the barbell. “Dacre, what–” You're cut short when he suddenly bends down and picks the bar up again, quickly standing up straight, trapping you in between his body and the bar. “What the hell, Dacre?”

“Hold it, c'mon.”

“I won't hold this thing. I can't lift it.” Keeping your voice low, you give the man with Dacre's phone a glance. He's actually doing what Dacre asked, filming you two doing whatever this is.

“Trust me.” It's his lower voice, right in your ear that makes you surrender and do it, holding the bar a few inches away from where his hand is holding it. Slowly, he starts moving. Everything you can do is mimic his movement, your eyes wandering from the bar to his right arm, noticing how his muscles are tense. “It's not that hard is it?”

“Not when I'm lifting exactly zero pounds.” You snap back, being forced to give a step back when Dacre brings the bell bar way too close to your body, and your back collides against his chest.

“That's enough, thanks, buddy.” It takes a while for you to understand he's talking to the guy with his phone. The man nods and puts the phone down before moving away, back into doing anything he was doing before. And probably wondering what the hell is going on with you two.

“Are you going to post that video?”

“Yup.”

“Really?” Doesn't he know that it will get people talking?

“Why not?” Dacre drops the bar suddenly, and it makes a loud thud when it hits the floor, making you give a little jump.

“Damn it, Dacre!” You exclaim, a hand on your heart. “What about not killing your co-star before she finishes shooting the show?” Still a little startled, heart racing, and not only for the bar falling, you go back to the bench to get your phone.

“Now I'm exhausted already. How am I supposed to go to work?” Checking your feed, you see there are already a lot of people answering to your video, mostly your friends asking about Dacre... And some of your co-stars, but no reason to answer since you'll have to face them eventually.

“Done.” He says, and at the same time, you see the notification. Clicking on it, you're redirected to Dacre's story, where you see the short video of him standing behind you, ‘helping’ you lift the bar. In bright red letters, he wrote ‘the best personal trainer (Y/N) could ever get’.

He really did it. And he doesn't seem to care. “So you just made me look like an idiot. I'll get back at you for that.”

“Idiot? You look so hot in this video, I almost reconsidered posting it.”

“Me?” It comes out abruptly because you just can't believe it. Any of it. You can't believe he posted the video, you can't believe he just said you looked hot. You're confused and you need time to clear your mind. “I really think we should go now. Shower, have lunch, and get ready to work.” It will sound like you're running away, but you need some time away from Dacre. Your heart needs a break from beating so fast.

“Yeah, we probably should.” He puts his phone in his pocket before making his way out of the gym with you. “Why don't you come over to my room? I can get some room service and then we head off to set. It's just us so we can go in my car.”

“Sure.” You're quick to answer, immediately changing your mind. “I can be there in thirty minutes.”

“Room 1404.”

“Alright.”

Thankfully, there are no incidents during lunch. You two just chat and joke around, and almost get on set late. The first scene is much more simple. It's just Amy and Billy bumping into each other, a small chat before they part ways, both annoyed at each other. Once that's done, you change into the second outfit, and the make-up and hairstyle it slightly changed. Night has already fallen when you get into position, waiting for the signal.

In this scene, Billy finds Amy walking home alone, at night. He's pissed that she's so reckless after they just learned about the Mind Flayer, in a scene that will still be shot. So when she refused to go with him, they have an argument. It's a turning point, with the tension between then being explored further, leading into a partial confession and an almost kiss. That's how James calls this scene.

And, as if the scene itself wasn't enough, you're mind is still at what happened at the gym. This will be hard. Maybe as hard as the actual kissing scene.

“Alright. Ready, everyone... And action!”

You start walking fast, the camera before you easily following your pace.

“Amy, get inside that damn car right now,” Billy says, seconds before reaching you and grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop. “You're not walking home this late with that damn Mind Flayer out there.”

“Stop–” Giving your arm a push, he lets go. “–trying to act as if you care. I know you don't.”

“If I didn't care do you really think I'd be here?” He steps closer, towering over you, and you have no choice but to step back. “Running after you like an idiot?” Your back hits a car parked on the sidewalk, just at the right place. “Do you really think I'd put any effort into trying to drag your ass out of the street?” Dacre slams both his hand on the car, and you make sure to make Amy give a little jump, followed by an annoyed expression.

“I know about the little games you play, Hargrove. I won't fall for them.” Raising your voice on the last sentence, you try to push him away, uselessly.

“It's funny how everyone in this town thinks they know me.”

“Oh, I don't. I don't think about you, Hargrove. At all.” With a sassy smile, you wait for his reply.

But it doesn't come. He just stands there, as his eyes change. From irritation to... Kindness. And you recognize Dacre as he breaks through Billy. “But I think about you. I think about you all the time.” Your heart starts racing again, more than before because this is not Billy. And you know the difference very well.

Frozen, not sure if you should take this as improvisation and follow his lead, you rest your back against the car, as Dacre follows your movement, his face now only two inches away.

“Cut!” The shout brings you back to reality, and Dacre immediately steps away. “I like what you're doing, but I don't think the line fits well on the scene.”

“My bad.” Dacre apologizes.

“Again. From the moment you slam your hands on the car.” James commands and you go back into position. “Action!”

“I know about the little games you play, Hargrove. I won't fall for them.”

“It's funny how everyone in this town thinks they know me.”

“I don't. I don't think about you, Hargrove. At all.” It's hard to keep Amy's mean smile on, not to break character and... You don't even know. But this is getting a little too hard to handle.

“Why do I have the feeling you're lying to me, princess?” He leans closer, so close Amy has no choice but to turn her head away, and when you move, you feel his breath in your neck.

“If you don't get the hell away from me right now, I swear–”

“I can't wait to see what you'll do.”

Then Amy snaps, pushing Billy away, hands on his chest, using all the strength she can manage. She's beyond pissed now, she's upset. Frustrated with her dangerous feelings towards the bad boy. “You're such a jerk!” You exclaim as Dacre gives a few steps back. “You know exactly what you're doing and you keep doing it!” The pushing turns into slaps, as Amy tries to get rid of Billy's arms, holding her. “I don't wanna be one of your flings so stay the hell away from me.”

“What do you wanna be then?” He asks, arms keeping you still, dangerously close to his body.

“I–” You're cut short when Dacre's hand comes to your cheek. For a moment you think he'll kiss you, your skin burning under his touch. The lines are forgotten, and it doesn't matter how hard you try, you can't remember it.

Then a loud noise startles you, bringing Amy back and Dacre falls back into character, looking at something over your shoulder. “We gotta get out of here.” He follows the script and you do the same, setting free from his grip.

“I'm not going with you!” Then it happens, Billy bends over and grabs Amy's legs, throwing her over his shoulder. The sudden change makes you gasp for air, quickly following to the next line. “What the hell? Put me down right now!” You yell, noticing how some of the extras start acting, moving from inside the houses to the porch to see what's the commotion about. “I'm not kidding, Billy. Put me the hell down!”

He only laughs as you push his back, swinging your legs. Dacre tightens the grip on your thighs, forcing you to stop moving. “You're very stubborn.” He mutters under his breath, finally putting you down and opening the passenger door. “Get. In. I won't let you walk–”

“Cut! Cut!” James says, quite impatient. “I want you to do something else there. From the moment you put her down, I want another confrontation. Do you guys think you can improvise it?”

“Yeah.” You mutter as Dacre nods.

“Good. Get in position then.” He orders and Dacre picks you up again, slower this time since there's no need for Billy's rush. “Alright. Action.”

“You're very stubborn.” He repeats as you're put back down, and you wonder what to do next. But when Dacre pushes you against the car, in a similar position from some minutes earlier, your mind threatens to go blank again. “Let's settle this, princess.” The different weight on the last word almost makes you break character, but to laugh this time. “If you don't get inside this damn car immediately and stop complaining, I will kiss you. Right here, right now. And I know you won't resist me.”

You're sure both Amy and you are paralyzed now, unable to move, or think, and you have to struggle to get your brain to work again. Dacre's eyes are so soft, you can't find Billy in them. You wonder if the cameras can get it... You wish there weren't so many cameras and lights on both of you now. “You wouldn't do that.” The words find a way out, thankfully.

“Really?” Dacre's arm encircles your waist suddenly, pulling you close, pressing you against his chest. “Try me.”

If you don't move, Amy or not, you'll kiss him. You won't even wait for Billy to fulfill his threat. So your hands nervously search for the door handle, breathing out in relief when you find it. As you turn around to open the door, his grip still holds you, and you're only free when you step inside the car, closing the door shut a little too violently. With your eyes focused on the car parked a few feets ahead, you only listen when Dacre gets in the driver's seat.

“Alright, cut!” Relieved this is over, you hope not to do it again. It'll be the death of you. “It was amazing. Whatever the two of you have going on, it's great. If you keep this level, the kissing scene will be one of this season's best moments.”

Glad that the day is over, you wave at Dacre before getting out of the car and heading to your dressing room. Your head won't stop spinning, thinking, replaying what just happened. It was only Billy... Right? All those times you thought it was Dacre, it wasn't. You can't allow yourself to believe that. Part of you wish you didn't come here with Dacre, but you did, so you have to meet him again when you're ready to go. The ride back to the hotel is filled with light conversations, nothing about the scenes you just did. But there's an elephant in the room, you can feel it, and you think Dacre feels it too, by the glances he gives you every now and then. Sometimes it looks like he'll say something, then he just gives up. You wonder if you should say it, end the tension. Ask him if you did something wrong. But every time you feel the words are just about to flow out, you blush and look away.

How are you supposed to get the kissing done when you're so... Lost.

But when you reach the elevators, you decide to ask him. You decide to be brave for once and follow Dacre's advice of not holding everything back. He did say he'd listen, that he wouldn't be scared. “You broke character, didn't you?” It comes out suddenly, and he immediately looks at you as you lean against the elevator mirror.

“Half a dozen times.” He answers after taking a deep breath. “And so did you... Right?”

“Quite a few times, yes.” Looking down, you swallow hard. “It was a disaster. Well, almost.”

“Why?”

“Because I–” You're damn phone ringing cuts you off, and, rolling your eyes, you pick it up. “It's Natalia.”

“Answer her. It's my floor anyway.” Dacre gestures at door, and right above it, you see the number. “We'll talk later, alright?”

“Yes.” You mutter, a little sad that the doors just opened.

“Bye.” Dacre leans closer for a quick hug and to place a kiss on your cheek, as he's been usually doing.

As you watch him leave, the doors closing again and separating the two of you, you finally answer Natalia. “Hey. What's up?”

“(Y/N). Are you in your room?” As she speaks, you hear Millie saying something in the background.

“I'll be getting there in a minute.”

“Alright.” Then she hangs up.

You have sixty seconds to recover from the day before meeting Natalia and Millie at your door. Smiling in a very weird way. As you approach, taking the card from your pocket, you raise an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” You ask as you open the door, gesturing for them to get inside.

“No... Of course not.” Millie mutters, searching for something on her phone. “Just this.” When she shows you the screen, you sigh. It's the video Dacre posted on his Instagram story.

“That was just... We were at the gym. Working out.” It's stupid to do this. They won't let it go. Throwing yourself on the couch, you cover your head with a pillow.

“What you call ‘working out’ I call flirting.” Natalia states, and when Millie pulls the pillow away, you see Natalia bending over the back of the couch as Millie sits down next to your legs.

“But nobody was flirting. We were just making fun of each other.” You wait for them to say something. Anything. But they don't. The two girls just keep staring at you, smirking. If they only knew what happened today... “What?”

“You like Dacre, don't you?” Millie inquires, folding a leg under her.

The first instinct is to say no, and the word is at the tip of your tongue. But it doesn't come out because you suddenly realize it would be a lie. It gets stuck, as it washes over you. Nobody has asked this before, and you've been avoiding to think about it. But now that the right words were said, you know it. “Damn it.” Muttering under your breath, you cover both your eyes.

“We got our answer.” Natalia sing-songs.

“He likes you too. You know that, right?”

“Of course he doesn't, Millie. Just because he's nice to me it doesn't mean–”

“There's a huge difference between being nice and doing what he's doing, believe me.” Millie stands up, pacing around with both hands on her hips. “Now, tell us everything.”

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[beebubbly]

Almost Is Never Enough

Ethan x Casey Valentine.

AN ~ AU about Ethan and Casey in the future.

Thank you to @jamespotterthefirst for reading this before I posted.

Warning: mature themes.

In the five hours Ethan had been in bed, he must have woken up at least six times. The bright red glow from the digital alarm clock on his bedside table glared mockingly at him reminding him that he needed to be awake in a few short hours. Ethan rolled onto his back and stared up at his ceiling fan which was currently off due to the room being cool enough already. The rain slashed against the window, which took up a large portion of the wall.

3.45 am.

The large bed felt cold, empty as the area next to him was usually filled by a small figure who would wrap herself around him. No longer did her soft snores fill the silence of the room, stopping his mind from spiralling.

And it was all his fault.

Casey Valentine no longer occupied the bed, they had an argument about Leland Bloom and how Ethan thought he was going to try and turn them against one another. Casey had fought for them, told him that no matter what the older man tried to throw at them- they were stronger than that. But Ethan was tired, he didn't want to fight the inevitable anymore.

So Casey walked out of his apartment and then out of his life. Ethan had tried to reach out to her but she refused to talk to him, rightfully so. He had pushed away the one person he cared deeply about, almost loved But almost wasn't enough, she was gone and left a dark aching hole in his chest.

That was nearly seven years ago. Seven years since Casey had left not only him but the hospital. Seven years since he had any contact with her and even when he tried to talk to her friends who remained at the hospital, they weren't able to give him anything about Casey or her new life.

Ethan had tried to move on, looking for a new relationship and when that didn't work, threw himself into his work but nothing helped. The emptiness she had left behind couldn't be filled with anything, but drinking heavily helped easy the pain.

Most nights he would drink until he felt numb and then once the pain went he would sleep the drink off, a dark, dreamless sleep that would allow him a moment of piece until he woke again.

Ethan had been so lost in his thoughts that he nearly missed the soft knock at the his apartment door.  He frowned deeply sitting up in his bed, he strained to listen. Nobody could come up to the door without being buzzed in, so it must have been someone in his building making a noise.

The knock came again, louder this time. cautiously, Ethan climbed out of the bed and threw a dark navy robe over his bare chest and padded bare foot across the empty apartment and opened the door, just enough to see who was on the other side.

"Ethan"

His breath left his lungs. He wasn't sure if he was awake or if he was dreaming as he took in the sight before him. Casey stood in front of him, her long hair soaking wet and sticking to her soft round face. His eyes trailed downwards, and he was surprised to find her in a simple white wedding dress.

"W-what?" he found himself mutter as his eyes trailed back up her exposed chest, it was enough to be decent but also entirely too tempting. Her eyes were their familiar mix of green, gold and brown. She looked familiar and completely different at the same time.

"Can I come in?" she asked softly.

Ethan thunderstruck, opened the door wider allowing the younger woman to step inside his apartment. The last place he ever imagined her to be after not seeing her for so long. They were silent as Ethan shut, and locked the door behind her. Casey stood a few feet away from him, looking around the apartment with her arms wrapped around her small body.

"So, are we expecting four wet bridesmaids as well or?" he asked breaking the silence that threatened to suffocate him as he leaned back against his door.

"Just me" Casey said softly as she turned to face the attending.

Ethan was surprised to find that he couldn't read the expression on her face. There was nothing in her expression that gave away why she was here in a wedding dress of all things.

She was obviously getting married, Ethan scolded himself knowing that much was obvious, but the whole what she was doing standing in his apartment in the early hours of the morning was a different question.

"Casey? What's going on?" he asked.

Casey trailed her eyes over the taller man, he looked the same. Still infuriatingly handsome and the same piercing blue eyes that would deconstruct her with a single glance. He was familiar, a comfort that had been missing for the last seven years of her life.

"I-I couldn't do it" she breathed out shaking her head slightly pulling her plush bottom lip between her teeth. "I couldn't"

Ethan's mind was racing but nothing seemed to make sense, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair as he looked at Casey. He took in the fact that she was still dripping wet, her long dress had started to leave a small puddle on his apartment floor.

"O-okay, first things first you should get into something dry" he said finally. Pushing off the door, he strolled into his bedroom quickly and opened his draws and pulled out a blue shirt.

The soft material in hand Ethan returned to the living-room to find Casey in the same spot he had left her, her attention now on the window and the familiar view of the bay stretched out before them.

"I missed that view" she said softly, keeping her eyes on the window rather than turning to look at the sight of Ethan, shirtless and in grey bottoms that was quite the view itself.

Ethan wordlessly offered her the shirt which she took. To his surprise Casey simply started to take off the straps of her dress, clearly intending to strip off in the middle of the living-room. Ethan was reminded of the time she had done a similar thing in her second year. He coughed lightly at the memory pushing that from his mind.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" Casey asked peering over her shoulder at him.

Ethan nodded and took tentative steps toward her as she turned back around. His long fingers reached out for the zip, he slowly began to drag the zip downwards his finger lightly brushing the soft skin of her back. A fire lit inside him at the light touch of her skin against his.

Once he had unzipped her dress, Casey allowed the material to pool at her feet. Ethan swallowed thickly as he realised she now stood in front of him in nothing but a thin lacy thong and high heels. He couldn't see her face clearly in the reflection but he could make out her mostly exposed chest which was only concealed by her long hair.

Rooted to the spot, Ethan watched helplessly as Casey pulled on his shirt, the material coming down to reach just the top of her thighs. Casey buttoned up the shirt a little but kept enough open to allow Ethan the sight of her chest which she skilfully covered to look innocent enough.

She still had this magnetic effect on him, enough render him nearly senseless. He wanted nothing more than to turn her around and kiss those plush lips enough to bruise them.

Clearing his throat, Ethan with much effort, took a step backwards in attempt to put space between them. He still had no idea what Casey was doing here, and what she wanted from him.

Casey turned around to peer up at Ethan through thick lashes, a small grateful smile graced her face.

"Thanks" she said softly.

Ethan nodded, not trusting his voice. Giving himself a small shake he turned and made his way to the kitchen where he pulled out two glass tumblers and a bottle of whiskey. He poured a generous amount into each glass before he turned around to find Casey had followed him and now stood leaning back against the counter, a few feet away.

"Drink?" he managed to get out in an even tone. Casey nodded and silently took the glass he offered her. She downed a large gulp of the drink, appreciating the burning sensation that trickled down her throat.

"God I needed that" she sighed softly before she took another drink finishing the glass.

"Are you going to explain what the hell is going on?" Ethan finally asked as he took a drink from his own glass, blue eyes still trailed on her face.

Casey scrunched up her nose slightly at the question, Ethan was a little relived at the tell-tale sign that she didn't like the question. Casey put the empty glass down onto the counter next to her. She refused to look at Ethan, instead she opted to look at the counter opposite her.

"I was supposed to get married, and it was an hour before the wedding when I realised I couldn't do it. I couldn't marry him. So I left a note and climbed out of the bathroom and made my way here" she said softly.

Ethan straightened at her words.

"Why? Why come here?"

At this Casey turned her head to look at him, her eyes met his and she straightened up as she gave him a look that almost read that she thought he was stupid.

"Because, I couldn't marry him because I still love you"

Tags: @jamespotterthefirst , @jooous, @choicesaddict5

[shaynawrites23]

Soulmate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Moodboard is by the wonderful @heloisedaphnebrightmore, go check out her fics as well! They’re every bit as beautiful as her moodboards 😉 And like an idiot, I forgot about the asks I sent 😂 so the header that I’m still in awe of is by @pcseidcnsvoid!

Word count: 1225

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Written for @marvelouslytrekking’s writing challenge!

Bucky Barnes had never despised his soulmate mark as much as he did now. He examined his right hand, turning it round and round. The palm, his whole palm was pitch black. Before the war, before the fall, it didn't bother him.

Now the sight terrified him. For all he knew the reason his palm was black was because he would strike her, either by accident, or after a nightmare, or perhaps sometime when he was not entirely himself.

For that very reason, Bucky avoided meeting new people if he could help it. After all the heinous crimes he committed under Hydra's command, he couldn't bear the thought of harming the one person he was supposed to love- and who was supposed to love him unconditionally- with his own hand. If he had to live through that, he was sure it would kill him.

"Buck? We've got a new recruit, you coming?" Steve's head poked around the corner and Bucky felt a sudden urge to throw a pillow at his stupid, cheerful face.

"No."

The blond heaved a sigh, disappearing from his view and for a moment, Bucky actually thought he might've given up. Of course not. He should have known, Steve never gave up that easily.

"Buck, it's not good for you too stay holed up in this tower, barely seeing other people. Bruce was watching this documentary the other day discussing humans' social needs, and I caught some of it. It was quite interesting. Apparently we are social creatures, and we need contact with others in order to be health.... Buck?"

The man in question had tuned out Steve's speech, instead engrossed in a book. Or at the very least, pretending to be.

"I know you're not actually reading that book."

"And how do you know that, Steve?" Bucky's expression could easily be compared to that of a parent peppered with incessant questions from a toddler.

"If you were, you would know it's titled How to Meet Your Soulmate."

Steve burst into laughter as the brunet instantly dropped the book like he would a hot coal. He then found himself on the receiving end of the infamous Winter Soldier glare, but it didn't stop him.

"Fine, I'll go to your stupid meeting. Punk."

                                            ~

He could hear the laughter in the common room before he even stepped out of the elevator. Steve, oblivious to his friend's inner turmoil, led the way into the group of Avengers circled around someone like pack animals do to protect their young.

The new recruit was a woman. Of course.

His eyes met hers and she smiled, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)!"

"Bucky."

When he made no move to take her hand, she put it back down, seemingly unbothered by his brusqueness.

"Hey, Tin Man, be nice to (Y/N), alright? She's gonna be your buddy on missions, what with you both being snipers and all." Tony slung an arm around her shoulders and she playfully shoved him off.

Great. Partners.

                                            ~

Despite Bucky's curt replies whenever she asked him questions or attempted to have a conversation with him, she didn't get bored and give up. On the contrary, she doubled her efforts to befriend him. On top of that, it seemed to be working. Bucky found himself warming up to her, and that terrified him.

                                            ~

You couldn't sleep. You had just returned from a mission, with Bucky as your partner of course, and as usual he hadn't uttered a single word more than he needed to. Funny, if it had been anyone else, you'd have stopped trying to approach them, but you felt a certain pull to him. Like... like you were meant to get closer to him.

Sighing, you slipped on a pair of socks and padded out of your room. Maybe a nice cup of herbal tea would help you drift off. You yawned, stepping into the elevator, thoughts swarming your mind.

Why was Bucky shutting you out? You knew what kind of terrible things he'd been through, and you knew he felt most comfortable with Steve. But why did he seem closer to the rest of the team than to you? Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe...

Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly shielded your eyes from the bright light. Apparently you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

Blinking rapidly, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the brightness, scanning your surroundings for whichever one of your teammates was still up.

Oh.

You spotted a tall figure, his muscular back facing you. What was it with guys and walking around shirtless? You saw a flash of metal, the familiar whirring of the plates in his arm following soon after.

He turned around to face you and you gulped. You never denied how hot he actually was, but ever since you were young you vowed to save yourself for your soulmate.

"Hey, Bucky. Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head no. You stepped closer to him in order to turn the kettle on and you didn't miss the way he shied away from you. Just slightly. But you noticed.

"Me neither. Somehow I'm never able to sleep after missions, so I always come make myself tea." You stood on the tips of your toes, reaching for your favorite mug. "It helps."

When he didn't reply, you turned to face him in concern. Bucky was leaning against the counter, staring blankly out the window.

"Bucky? Are you okay?"

“Huh? Yeah, fine,” he muttered, shaking himself out of his daze.

“Do I... do I make you uncomfortable?”

“What? No! Is that what you thought?”

You nodded, and he facepalmed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just tend to avoid people out of habit.”

“It’s alright. I just wanted to know.” You smiled at him, picking up your mug of tea. “It’s late. I should leave you alone. We can talk in the morning.”

You took a couple of steps in the direction of the elevator only to be stopped by a warm hand wrapping around your arm. It sent tingles through your entire body, like tiny electric shocks, though the sensations were rather pleasant.

Sucking in a breath, you turned back towards him. It was the first time he’d reached out to you, either to touch you or talk to you. Your eyes met his electrifying blue ones, eyes that portrayed the same shock you felt. His flesh hand remained wrapped around your arm and he didn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon. If anything, his grip on you tightened.

“Oh my god.” You were the first to react, setting your tea aside on the counter and reaching up tentatively to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He didn’t flinch at your touch like you thought he might and you mentally did a little happy dance.

“You’re my soulmate,” you both breathed in unison, the realization finally sinking in.

Bucky released his hold on you, examining his palm in disbelief. The black had given way to an array of colors, shining like the Aurora Borealis. He reached for you, as if asking for a hug and you gladly let him embrace you, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I’m so, so glad I met you this way,” he murmured into your hair.

“Soulmate.”

Whoo I’m really on a roll here! I hope you enjoyed reading my sudden burst of inspiration!

[fillingthescrapbook]

Rewriting The CW's Kung Fu, Part 9: Reflections and Moving Forward

And we have reached the end of our Kung Fu journey. If you haven't seen where we began, here's a handy guide to the previous posts:

Part 1: The Characters

Part 2: The Pilot

Part 3: The Mythology

Part 4: The Story Map

Part 5: Act I

Part 6: Act II

Part 7: Act III

Part 8: The Finale

Before I start with the lessons I learned and my other reflections, I want to thank @flailingbloo for all of her help and support in this endeavor. Without her to talk to and commiserate with, I would probably have gotten stuck in Act II forever and everything I've written would've been riddled with spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. So my eternal gratitude to flailingbloo. And now, we begin:

Lessons.

Going into this writing exercise, I already knew it was going to be hard. Writing stories is time-consuming, it's nerve-wracking, and it takes a lot of research...and patience. Writing, especially for television, is also not a solitary task. I mean, sure, the writing itself needs to be done alone--but everything that comes before, during, and after the writing needs input from so many people.

Although I have a lot (and I mean A LOT) of complaints about how The CW's Kung Fu was handled and written, I do have a lot of respect for the work that the writers put into their scripts. And I do appreciate all that they have done to have a show like this produced.

Doing this rewrite, I learned that it's really important to make the main character likeable. Like, every episode I broke down, I had to ask myself: is Nicky likeable here? Is she someone who viewers would want to root for? Like, for me she is, but only people who read what I wrote can say for sure. My perspective is now a bit skewered because I have bias.

Second, story maps are very helpful. There were times, especially during Part 6 (where I wrote breakdowns for Episodes 6 to 9) where I kept getting road-blocked by where I want the story to go. So I went back to the story map over and over again, to remind myself--where does the story itself need to go? How do I help the characters get to the point where they're ready for what needs to happen? (This is also where flailingbloo helped the most for me. Like, she really reminded me why I was doing this rewrite in the first place. Because I care about Nicky and the show. I wouldn't have funneled so much of my time and effort into this if I didn't.)

Another thing I learned, or rather re-learned, is the art of letting go. I created the character of Stanley to recur throughout the series as a reminder of who Nicky was and who she is becoming. And then I finished writing the first act without even mentioning him. By the second act, I was ready to use him finally--but, after multiple false starts, I realized Stanley was one of the reasons why I was having a hard time pushing Nicky's story forward. Because I kept trying to go back to the past. So I decided in the writing of the second act to shelve Stanley completely, only to find him popping up in the second to last episode in a, at least I hope, more organic way.

The last thing I learned in this exercise was that, whenever a new character needs to come in, I have to look at my existing characters first to see if any one of them can fulfill the role I needed for the story. Like, creating new villains for Nicky was fun, sure--but, at the same time, I realized that there were already existing villains that could recur. Like the Triad, who played villains in two more episodes after the pilot; and Henry's martial arts class at the community center became the source of two existing storylines from the actual show.

Reflections.

Do I think what my rewrite is better than the show? To me, yes. But, again, I am very biased. That said, I am proud of how I utilized the characters that the show created and didn't really give much importance to. Dennis, when he was introduced, felt like a rich character that could provide a very different point-of-view from the Shen siblings--but he was mostly relegated to being eye-candy. And I thought I gave him more meat by making him more involved in Althea's sexual harassment storyline, while also involving him in Nicky's stories.

That said, I also realize that I wasn't able to play up Nicky and Evan's past relationship as I was writing the episodic breakdowns. I was able to give them a lot of opportunities to explore their chemistry together, as I did with Nicky and Henry, but I kind of dropped the ball as a writer on guiding those planted moments into something more significant. Granted, I only wrote breakdowns and not actual scripts. Maybe I could've explored the romance angle more with a little sprinkle of direction and dialogue.

As I went deeper into the rewrite, I do see how easy it is to fall in love with characters as you write them. It's very easy to trap yourself into wanting villains to be more well-rounded. I keep having to remind myself that I don't have to redeem everyone. Just Nicky. Which became harder and harder as I went further and further into the story.

Another thing that became difficult as I went on? Keeping the mythology from just bursting open. That's how Henry, as I wrote him, evolved into becoming the son of a guardian--just so there's a reason for him to be so invested in Nicky's quest, while also having someone who can explain things to our main character. I'm actually really proud of that evolution.

All that said, I also have to recognize that I rewrote the show with the benefit of hindsight and the lack of budget constraints. In the real show, there's a group of writers who each have their own ideas of what the show should be. (This is where a head writer--not a show runner--would come in handy, so they could reel in the story to what needs to be told.) With more writers comes more chances for inconsistencies to happen. (And this is where a script supervisor, or a writing assistant, could come in handy.) And then there's production notes and budget. Not to mention, you know, the whole pandemic that's still happening. I didn't have to think about those things while doing this rewrite.

So, again, I want to give the writers kudos to actually producing scripts. I hope they haven't lost their minds--or their will to write--just because there are people like me who nitpick at everything. That's what people who love things do. We nitpick because we care.

Moving forward.

I do plan to stick with the real show for Season 2. I hope it's planned better. I hope they get researchers (plural!) and a writing assistant to help in the writing room. I hope the writers would sit down with the cast to discuss and develop the characters more. And I really hope they hire a better fight choreographer and fight director for the second season. (Like, rehire the people who choreographed and filmed the flashback scene in... Episode 11? The one with Nicky's maternal grandmother and Pei-Ling's own mother?)

I hope that the Nicky-Henry relationship gets explored realistically, and if a potential new love interest is ordered, they get introduced in a way that isn't antagonistic. Make them more well-rounded characters too, please. Make us want to root for their success. And while I think Nicky doesn't have an iota of chemistry with Evan, I do like Evan himself as a character. So I hope they get him more involved in future storylines--as an outsider looking in, sure, but also as an honorary member of the Shen family.

With regards to the Shen family, I do hope that we get to explore their relationships and dreams more before the show drops the reveal about Mei-Xue's daughter. I want Althea to have a cohesive storyline that doesn't pause for no reason. I want Ryan to explore being Asian AND gay as a first-generation Asian-American. And give the Shen siblings some recurring friends. They don't have to be semi-regulars (unless there's a story that can be explored) but let's not keep the Shens in a bubble. It was weird in the first season. Especially for Althea whose friends only showed up for her bachelorette party and never again. Not even when she was panicking about wedding preparations, which, considering how rich Dennis's parents were? They wouldn't let Althea be in charge of anything. They would hire a Chinese wedding coordinator. And an expensive and hard-to-book one at that. They donated an entire hospital wing, for crying out loud.

I want Jin to have an actual character, and not just be the supportive dad who loves his kids very much (admittedly my own rewrite also made this same mistake). And I want Mei-Li to be consistent as a character. Like, no more surprise twists about being the descendant of a legendary warrior without proper foreshadowing and plot-planting please.

Dennis shouldn't just be eye-candy. The same applies to Kerwin. Sure, I get that shirtless men are a must in a CW series, but please give their characters some meat too. Dennis's nerd-side was never showcased in the show, and Kerwin had that poor little rich boy background that didn't get explored either. Because the show was too busy keeping him and Zhi-Lan tearing each others' clothes off--when they're not tearing other people down.

Also, don't drop the ball on the tease that Bian-Ge is now everywhere. If I understood correctly, Bian-Ge is Kung Fu's version of Qi. If yes, then I hope they treat it respectfully as a force of nature--and not just the source of magic. The flowers from Bian-Ge itself can be magical, sure, I have no problem with a fictional flower being a McGuffin.

Finally, I hope the show also explores other Asian communities and cultures. Like, Kung Fu is great--but imagine if Nicky had to face someone who is versed in Silat Melayu? Or someone who uses Arnis? Someone who practices Kalaripayattu or Lathi Khela? Or Kuntao? Imagine Nicky having to use Wing Chun against someone who uses Karate or Krav-Maga? Asia is a big continent and there are so many different types of martial arts found from the Middle East to Southeast Asia. Kung-Fu is an umbrella term, so it'll be great to see the different styles found under it.

... This went long again. Sorry about that. Funny thing is, when I started this whole rewriting plan? I thought it would take three posts, tops. And look at us now. Nine posts deep, and it seems I still haven't run out of things to say. So I'm cutting myself off before I completely wear out my welcome.

But if you've read all my Kung Fu posts, please do reach out. Let's discuss the show and what it can do to produce a better second season.

[juviaafullbuster]

Not a party person

Summary: Despite not being a party person, Lucy convinces Juvia to come along. There she gets to know a guy who manages to enchant her with a smile.

A/N: Thank you @anaken101 for requesting a modern day AU. I've been worrking on one but I kind of got stuck in a writer's block so here is a short one as an apology until I manage to finish the main one.

Also it's midnight here in Germany which means Juvia day is over and I had to contribute something to it.

Hope you like it. :)

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If Juvia could go back in time and change things, there is one thing she would do different for sure: She would never agree to go to this stupid party. She wasn't even sure how Lucy and Levy had managed to convince her to come with them, but her she was. Juvia is anything but a party person, so really, what were her friends thinking?

“You know how awkward I can become at parties, I need you there! Come on, it will be fun!” Levy was begging Juvia to come along.

“Levy is right. You will like it, I promise. Besides you need to meet new people. And my friends have been begging me to introduce them to you.”

“I know enough people already.”

“Gajeel, Levy and I are anything but enough. Besides I think you need to let lose a little and just have fun for once. ” Lucy did have a point. Ever since Juvia moved in with her, she hadn't made an effort to get out and meet new people. To be fair, she was busy with her new job most of the time and when she wasn't she would spend the time locked up in her room dealing with her wounds that messy breakup with her stupid ex Bora had left her with.

Anyways, after a lot of arguments and discussions the girls had managed to convince her. And that's how she ended up here. On a couch, stuck between couples who obviously felt no shame whatsoever, with her friends nowhere in sight. She did see Levy leaving with Gajeel earlier. And Lucy was supposed to get them drinks but she has yet to come back. At this point Juvia was positive she wouldn't see her blonde friend for a while, judging by the looks she was giving that friend of hers who she introduced as Natsu, the guy hosting the party.

Juvia sighed and pushed herself of the couch. She really needed to get out of here. When she did manage to arrive outside, she felt like she could finally breathe. The room has been suffocating her. She sat down and leaned her back against the fence enjoying the calm of the night. She didn't realize the presence of another person until he spoke up.

“I take it you're not a party person.”

Juvia looked up to find a guy staring at her. He seemed to be around her age. Dark hair, droppy eyes, shirtless. Why the hell was he shirtless? It's not like it was warm outside. The cool breeze was leaving goosebumps on her skin after all. Why was it bothering her anyway? Juvia shook the thought away. Should she just ignore him and hope he will go away? Would that be rude? Lucy's words about meeting new people came back into her mind. She was right. Juvia really needed to learn to be more open. Besides it was really time she'd let lose and have a little fun. The guy seemed nice enough. And he didn't appear drunk. He was very handsome too, not that this is of importance.

“Um, yes, you could say so.”

Smiling, he settled down next to her, leaving enough space between them in order to not make her uncomfortable. Juvia couldn't help but laugh inwardly. What did Bora say before he broke up with her? You're too clingy. Jerk.

“Most people are declaring this party the best one ever.”

“Might be. I can't really judge. Like you figured already, I'm not really a party person.”

“How come you're here then? Not that I'm complaining, I'm just generally curious.”

“I was pretty much forced to come here by my friends. They can be quite persistence."

"What are friends there for? Mine forced me to be here too." He chuckled, leaning his head back against the fence and eyeing Juvia from the side. "There is already something we have in common stranger."

"Alright, my turn to ask a question. Why are you shirtless? Not that I'm complaining, I'm just generally curious.”

“Nice one, using my own words against me.” The guy flashed her a smile and Juvia felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment. He wasn't just handsome, he was straight up gorgeous. Suddenly Juvia felt insecure about her appearance. Maybe she should have put a little more effort in and taking up on Lucy's offer to do her hair and make-up. Well, it was too late now. And the guy didn't seem to be bothered either because Juvia kept catching him staring at her, before shyly averting his eyes.

“Some drunk guy spilled his drink on me earlier so my shirt was all sticky which is why I decided to take it off. Noone complained yet. It doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?” He seemed genuinely concerned and for some reason it warmed her heart.

“I was stuck on a couch with two different couples fiercely making out around me for a while. I had to push this one guy away from me four times. I think I can handle you being shirtless.”

“Well, I'm glad then. I was afraid I was making you uncomfortable and would have to leave. Especially because I am really enjoying talking to you.” He smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“My name is Gray by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Gray. I'm Juvia.”

“Juvia.." he let the name roll on his lips a little, before giving her a satisfied smile. "It's a pretty name, fits you. It also sounds much better than stranger." "

At that Juvia could feel her cheeks heating up. She was sure she looked like a tomato at this point. Juvia wasn't sure how to respond to that and for a short moment an awkward silence was present before Gray broke it.

"Wait, Juvia? As in Lucy's new roommate?”

“Yes, you know her?”

“She's a very close friend of mine. I assume she's the one who managed to drag you here?"

Juvia nodded. “To be fair, it took her a lot of convincing. Although I'm not exactly sure why she dragged me along, considering I lost her after the first ten minutes here.”

“Yeah, I'm afraid you won't find her anymore. As far as I know her she's probably getting busy with my best friend.”

“I assume your best friends name is Natsu?” It was more of a statement than a question but Gray still nodded. “Honestly, I suspected something like that already after she went to get us drinks and never came back.”

Gray laughed, shaking his head slightly. “I think you'll fit right into our group. I honestly don't know why Lucy was so scared of introducing us to you. She kept rambling about us leaving a bad impression and scaring you of, but I like to think I'm doing pretty good.”

“You're doing okay, I guess.” Gray laughed and stared at Juvia, who had a playful smile on her face, before she started to nervously play with her hair and turned her head a little sideways. Something about this guy was turning her into a blushing, nervous mess. Gray realized he was staring and shook himself out of the trance that blunette seemed to have put him in.

“Since Lucy never got you a drink, can I offer you one?”

“How could I possibly say no when you ask so nicely?” Gray grinned and got up before reaching out a hand to Juvia and helping her up. They started walking back to the house in silence.

“Are you single? Just asking.” Somehow he had managed to ramble out the sentence calmly, inside Gray was a mess though. Juvia looked at him, seeing the slight blush on his face and the way he averted looking her straight in the face. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face.

“Yes, I am. You have a friend you want to hook me up with?”

“Something like that. Would that friend have any chances?”

“Well, he might.”

“In that case, could he get your phone number?” At that Gray pulled out his phone and held it towards her, a boyish grin on his face. Juvia took the phone and typed in her number before handing it back to him.

“I better hear from that friend or I'll be seriously disappointed.”

“Don't worry about that, he'd be an idiot if he didn't contact you. But for now, he'll be enjoying talking to you in person while you are still here.”

“Yeah? Well, I like the sound of that."

“Great! Now lets get you that drink you have been waiting for so long.” With that he took her hand and continued walking back inside. Juvia couldn't help but notice how perfect their hands fit together and when he looked back at her, with a beautiful smile on his face, Juvia was glad she had come to the party.

After all it's where she first meet her future boyfriend / husband.

[80s-roger]

before you leave - 70s!Roger Taylor x Virgin!Fem Reader

summary: you’re roger’s gf for almost a year and due to personal issues (self-esteem, shyness) you haven’t had sex with him nor with any other guy in the past. they all ran away from the third week but the blond drummer of newly formed queen stayed with you all this time, regardless of how much he wanted to have sex with you. he didn’t know that things would be THIS slow but somehow your attitude attracted him and still stayed with you. now it’s all about time before he leaves UK for touring with his bandmates.

inspired by @cams-writing-dump​ smut prompt.

words: 2,548

warning: this is so fluff omg, oral (f receiving), virgin fem reader, proof etc

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Roger is leaving tomorrow for the US. Their tour begins there and you do know how much you're going to miss him. However, him being with you was just all about fluff, cuddles and kisses. He's becoming a rock star, he wouldn't stay with you if you do take things really slow. And this is what you're doing for a year. You both agreed it would be slow but now the time is pushing you. You have to make the decision that's been pressuring you for weeks.

Roger avoids staying over at your home the last weeks because he knows you wouldn't do anything more than just kissing. He is a man. You do know what his needs are. He can't wait forever. Today you finally made that decision: having sex with him for the first time in your life. You knew you were feeling ready for it when just fantasizing it wasn't enough. You were craving for the real one and you knew Roger would make it all about you.

He would come here to greet you but also stay over, he'd bring his suitcases so he'd leave the next morning. You were crying thinking of the distance you'll both have but also him not being loyal to you and he would sleep with groupies. Your best friend though said that if you let him wait all this time now he'd be like a volcano ready to explode due to anticipation. He'll only crave your body. That's what will make it special. But he was keeping it all back, not trying to press you neither get you out of your comfort zone despite of how much he wanted it.

He's here now. You opened the door and kissed him before letting him in. You helped him place his suitcases next to the door and now it's all about you.

"This is our last time together, before leaving for three months..." his palms wrapped your cheeks and stared at your eyes for a long until he kissed you. You could read his thoughts: we've been together for a year and we never got to do something more than just kissing.

"You know I'm going to miss you..." you looked him back at his eyes and he just hugged you, really tight. You could even feel his boner at your lower stomach.

"And I'll miss you too." He let you out of his arms and took off his jacket while going to the living room.

You couldn't say what you wanted to say. You couldn't say Roger sex me up or fuck my brains out before you leave. You're romantic it's not that way.

As he sat at the couch ready to fire a cigarette you gently placed your hand against his wrist, gently stopping him from what he was doing. He looked at you confused and put it down.

"I've been thinking about it a lot and I um..." you stared at the ground. "I think it's time we should finally do that." you finally locked your gaze with his. He was looking at you surprised but then you could see how relieved he was after telling him it's about time to do it. He would be your first one and that makes him feel special.

"You think?" He asks as he stands up.

"I-I mean... It's about time to happen, you wanted it for so long and I've been imagining it since the night I met you and you're leaving tomorrow and I know I'll regret it if it doesn't happen tonight." You said with no breaths within.

"Easy love, it's okay..." he reasurred you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Listen I'm not pressuring you all this time, I respect you but now it's a time issue." He stated and you nodded. "Do you really want me to do the things I wanted to do on you for a year?" he asked as he looked deep in your eyes. His dirty words gave you chills and hell, you liked having his hands squeezing your butt gently.

"Oh my God, yes..." You whispered and he kissed you.

"Follow me, love." he grabbed your hand, leading you to the bedroom you both shared a lot of times sleeping together and cuddling. Now it's about time to make you feel all grown up.

You were standing at the edge of your bed and right there he began kissing your lips smoothly while his hands reached your shirt and with one move, he vanished it from your body, now staying with your bra and your sweatpants. You were so impatient, so your hands unbuttoned his semi-unbuttoned suit, now he was shirtless and you could see his chest area and giving him soft kiss es. "Lay down my love, this is all about you." He kissed your neck and gently laid you on top of your bed. Your head was where your pillows are and that was a comfortable position

Roger was going lower, at your legs and he took off your sweatpants, now staying only on your underwears. He was staring at your untouched body and felt so hyped as he saw you ready just for him.. He took off his jeans and now you had a clear view of his boner under the only fabric he had on. You liked the effect you had on him. Him waiting for you really made the effort. He was so impatient now, you could touch him and he'd melt. He laid between your legs, slightly removing your panties from your private area. He could notice a wave of nervousness hitting you as your body shivered. And then he stops removing your panties, placing them back to their place.

"Hey, baby, you alright?" He asked as his eyes met yours.

"Just feeling a little nervous." You honestly answered.

"We can stop if you want." He said, caressing your legs.

"No, please no. Continue, I want you to make me love..." You said beneath your breath, removing your bra from your body, now staying almost naked in front of him. At the sign of your confidence, he lost it, watching you now getting into the warm atmosphere, ready to lose that piece of innocence.

"Alright, let me taste you, is it fine?" He asked, asking for your permission.

"Just get on with it..." Your hands grabbed the headboard, ready to feel his mouth against your area.

His hands removed your cute cotton fabric from your legs and now you were fully exposed to him. You didn't mind. The night you are sharing is going to be stuck in his mind for the entire tour. His big palms, spread your legs and now he can have clear access right there. His mouth touched your labia and you knew it was really happening.

"You're so wet already, you do help me right here, baby girl..." He bit his lip and looked you into your eyes before turning back to your pussy. His tongue against you, sent shivers in every inch of your body. He started licking you and then eating you out, now, feeling more comfortable with his actions. "Babe, oh my God, where were you hiding all this? I'm so thankful I'm the first who tastes you." He gently kissed your thighs and now his long fingers attempted an entrance inside you. His one finger got in you, feeling your world collapsing already.

"F-fuck me Rog..." You moaned with your eyes closed, enjoying it a lot.

"You want more babe?" He asked and you nodded. You could barely talk. The pleasure he was giving you was indescribable. "I want to see how'll you react with one more finger inside you. You have to get used to them." He teased and got on top of you, as his fingers filled you. He was kissing your lips, then giving you small neck kisses. That feeling was addicting and hell, you liked it a lot.

"Roger, I'm gonna c-" You tried saying but he stopped you.

"You can't cum, love. You haven't felt the real one yet." he took off his fingers from you. "Wanna know how you taste like? Or do you know already?" He winked, referring to one of your masturbations in which he heard you moaning his name.

"Oh God, don't turn me off like that!" You laughed, feeling now comfortable and confident. He knows how to enlighten your mood. He laughed too and then he was surprised as you grabbed his palm, sucking the fingers he used to help you with your orgasm. "You like your taste hm? You so dirty..." He moaned and kissed you passionately, now your taste within your kiss.

"Go on babe..." You said after interrupting the kiss. He attempted standing up, but you stopped him. "I know you always carry condoms with you but don't leave the bed." You kind of begged him not to leave your side.

"But we have to take precautions." He looked at you confused.

"I bought a pack, it's in the bottom drawer." You looked at him as you pointed your nightstand.

He gave you a crooked smile before placing his left hand at your nightstand's drawer.

"You knew all this time, didn't you?" He asked after grabbing the condom.

"I would feel more secure If I bought them, you know..." you smiled and he couldn't smile back after seeing how cute and protective you are of yourself. "But yeah, I felt like tonight's the right time," you stated and he nodded incomprehensively.

"Anything that makes you feel safe, is good to me." He kissed your cheek and took off his underwear. It was about to happen. He wore the condom you bought for him and now he prepared you. He made small circles around your clit, getting wet again and he looked you deeply in your eyes. "Are you ready about it?" He asked while caressing your cheek and then your hair.

"Yeah." You whispered and grabbed your hands, around his arms, feeling now his body on yours.

His penis came closer to your vagina. You could feel he wanted entrance in there so he raised your leg so you could be more stretched. As he was finally inside you, he tried making smooth moves, making it easy for you to adjust on his size. A soft moan of you slipped from your mouth and felt pain as he was moving a little bit faster than before. "Want me to stop?" He asked after seeing you aching a bit.

"N-no, just keep up with it, I like it." You moaned and he kissed your chest, then your neck and then your lips, keeping you occupied and distracted.

His moves were now smooth as you got adjusted to his size, pain disappeared and all you could feel was pleasure and what you could hear was Roger's soft moans and your bodies tribbing against each other. You closed your eyes and opened them again, staring at the ceiling.

"Look deep into my eyes, sweetheart." His voice made you focus on him again, doing what he says, feeling even more sensitive towards him. His arms wrapping your body, feeling super safe with him.

"That feels so good Roger..." You said with your remaining stamina.

"I want to watch you fall apart." he moaned as his thrusts reached your G-point.

"Ah fuck, Rog..." You loudly moaned, leaving nail scratches at his back and his arms. "I-I can't." You said ready to finally cum.

"Come for me y/n, do it for me." He said as his last few thrusts were the ones which sent you. "Fuck." He moaned as he came around the used condom, now out of you.

"Ah fuck Rog, that was amazing." You closed your legs after him kissing you and standing up to clean himself.

"I know right love. Allow me to say that this is the best sex I've ever had. All thanks to waiting for a bloody year." He laughed after going to the bathroom.

You moved side but you noticed small stains of blood at the size you were a couple of minutes ago. "Aww fuck." You whimpered and checked yourself after seeing the blood at the sheets. "I have to wash them." You said to yourself after wearing your underwears again. Roger came back to your bedroom and saw you removing the sheets from your bed. He guessed what you were doing so he didn't ask. "I've got to put them in the laundry and get clean ones." You said to him and he came closer to you.

"No babe, go get them in the laundry, clean yourself and I will make the bed, don't worry." He kissed you before heading to the closet.

"Honestly, you'll make me sleep on the same sheets until you're coming back home again." you joked and he laughed at your compliment.

After all this tiny mess, you came back to the bed you shared for that night. He was smoking his cigarette before you came. You could feel nicotine in the air but you didn't matter. You only wanted him. "Roger I love you." You looked at him and he did the same after hearing these precious four words. He kissed your lips again, his hand at your neck, keeping you warm.

"I love you too y/n. Honestly, I find our relationship the most important thing in the world." He said back and all these worries you had about him cheating on you while on tour disappeared within a few seconds.

"Please don't hurt my trust." You looked him deeply in his eyes and you noticed a sign of confusion. "I gave you everything I had, don't make me regret it." You said feeling now insecure he'd hurt you.

"You won't regret it. Don't blow your head with nonsense!" he smiled and hugged you before turning the light off.

Airport

"Can I come with you to the airport tomorrow morning? I want to say you a last goodbye." You said as your head was placed at his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily.

"Of course my love." He kissed your head and then you slept on each other's arms. Probably the best thing you've ever done with Roger.

There were so many people there, saying goodbye to Queen and asking for autographs too. Roger noticed how upset you were so he grabbed your hand walking with you until their flight gate. You felt so broken he was leaving you but also happy you both completed your relationship. The rest of his bandmates were leaving, going inside the gate but the manager was still there, waiting for Roger.

"I'm gonna miss you." He said to you while wrapping your hands with his. The paps couldn't stop taking photos but both of you nearly gave a shit.

"I'll miss you so much Roger." You were ready to cry but kept it for later. You didn't want him to see you so fragile.

"I'll keep calling you every day. I'll call you when we land." He kissed your hands and you hugged him tightly.

"Roger, the plain is leaving in a few." The manager said, interrupting your cute moment.

"I love you y/n." He kissed you and then you could hear the cameras burning from the flash. "Yesterday night was the best time of my life." he whispered in your ear so nobody could hear it.

"I love you!" You whimpered and kissed you again before leaving. His figure disappeared as the gate finally closed. His rock-star life was about to begin.

[shinahbee]

November Favorites 2020!

 Hello!

So as you may have seen I have been uploading a bunch of art all of November, not every week because of my crippling job at the moment taking away my sanity.lol. But i did try my best to update whenever I can. I do have so much more to complete so please look out this December for more digital art being pumped out

How are you all doing?  I'm holding up decently, I'm trying to avoid talking about covid since that's all i've been hearing from work and home and it's really making me anxious since i'm not able to work from home due to the nature of my job. I hope you all are holding up hope and taking care of your selves, let's all remember that there is a time after this and we will get through this.

with that being said I will have a lot more time to spend on my art after January since my work term is going to end and I don't plan to stay for an extension, so maybe then I'll catch up on all of my previous art that I was supposed to upload, a.k.a my hero academia ones.lol

also I'm still chugging along reading more manhwa (web toons ) from korean and chinese artists, i'm so disappointed in myself for not discovering these sooner, these stories are really good and so much effort was put into the art panels, as I have said all I've read was manga so i'm used to just seeing black and white panels, so i never really dove into web toons though I have appreciated the work put into it, now that I'm down the rabbit hole I am discovering really good story lines that are different from the manga I've read thus far and I'm really enjoying it!

so i'm excited to share my thoughts on everything I've been liking

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                           Manhwa/Manga/Webtoon

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so previously in last months recommendations I have talked about a few of the manhwa I've been reading so I'll briefly list those below since they are all still ongoing

1) who's baby is it

2) to be or no to be

3) social temperature

4) salad days

all of them are still ongoing and i'm still in the process of reading them so I can't give a full review till it's completed but so far I am still enjoying them, that's definitely a good sign since i tend to just drop something after I don''t find it interesting anymore at some point in the story. If you have not read my October favorites journal please do so for my initial thoughts on these manhwas. Now i'm actually going to talk about some of the ones that are completed   , so you can definitely read all of them without waiting for the an update from translators, lol

this is in no particular order, just fyi

1) Path to you

"When almost college dropout Jensen attempts to drink away his problems, unemployed Nathaniel( Neil ) suddenly pukes on him and ruins his night. As an apology, Nathaniel offers to help Jensen with his studies. Despite Jensen's difficulties in getting along with people, the two become friends and something deeper begins to grow between them...”

this is the summary from one of the manga websites I was able to find, it does not even describes the emotional plot line that goes along with this later, this is ones of my absolute favorites! I love this manhwa so much, its a great depiction of a coming of age story for collage students going through their life journey and slowly getting though life's difficulties  and challenges, one character is going though emotional trauma and trying to over come it for years and another character is going through anti social disorder and discovering his sexuality, it's a plot line that portrayed human aspects in life quite well. I love the relationship between the two main character and how their relationship developed over time from being friends to being a couple. there is a lot of relationship building and minimal drama, which is really refreshing from mangas that I've read, so if you are just starting to delve into BL webtoons, please read this first! you will not be disappointed

with that being said, I love Neil, so much.... you don't even know. lol. He's so precious, literally like an actual cinnamon roll. LOL. i'm exposing myself ...so i'll leave it at that, i’m also wondering why his name is neil instead of nathan or nate...? lol.

2) Here U Are

"Orientation of  the newcomers is a task for YuYang, and he ends up helping the unsociable and towering LiHuan, the kind of person that does everything to be disliked. But after better knowing each other, he discovers that the giant isn’t that bad of a person at all...”

I really wish I could find better summaries, lol. but it's to the point without giving away too much so i'll take it. This is one of the most popular series and I can totally see why after reading it, this story has every possible human aspect and relationship building  between the two main leads, I actually teared in some parts of this manhwa and I've never done that before! such a good story and plot line, if I were to pick any series in a web toon to be animated then I would choose this series hands down. There's also sub plots between different characters as well and how they deal with their interpersonal relationships and relationships between the two main leads, I love it! This is everything I want in a story, so please check this one out

also yuyang looks a lot like miyuki Kazuya from Daiya no ace and that just made me drawn to him.I really liked his personality and in the manhwa he has girls and guys in love with him and dude...I get it.

3) BJ Alex

"Every night at 10, Dong-gyun locks himself up in his room, grabs a box of tissues, and watches a live cam boy show hosted by Alex, a BJ (broadcast jockey). Timid Dong-gyun admires not only Alex’s ripped body, but his candor in sharing his sexual experiences with viewers. One night, Dong-gyun downs too many drinks at a school networking event and passes out. When he wakes up, he’s in bed staring up at a shirtless hunk. A hunk who looks an awful lot like...Alex.”

so um...this is more yaoi than shounen ai cause of all the graphic scenes in the manhwa, if you are veteran you may have already read this one cause its really popular. It also has a lot of comedic elements to it too so it's not too serious, but the relationship developed between the two characters later on is really sweet despite the infinite amount of sex scenes. Not much else to say about this story, it's easy to follow and the only abuse in here is the emotional kind

I'm not really entirely sure how i felt about it in the beginning but the end is really good

4) No way, vampires don't exist

"Four college housemates — Juwon, Eunho, Seongjae, and Gyumin — are in desperate need of a fifth person to fill a vacant room in their place. But their main concern isn’t about paying rent: they’re ravenous vampires, dying to sink their teeth into a fresh, live human! So they can’t believe their luck when Dongha, who grew up isolated from society, eagerly moves in with no idea of what awaits him. To the vampires’ dismay, however, Dongha doesn’t weigh enough for them to suck his blood! As they shower their unsuspecting new housemate with food and attention to fatten him up, have they gotten too attached to their would-be prey? And is there more to sweet, naive Dongha than meets the hungry vampires’ eyes?”

I have to preface by saying that ever since my twilight phase, I didn't consume anything that had to do with vampires for a very long time, for obvious reasons, but this one I just came across after reading path to you and thought I would at least check it out. It started off really comedic and I was like...what am i reading?  but it gets really light hearted and wholesome later on in the story. What I like about this is the character juwon, If you look at him he's that type of character that would look like the stoic a-hole of the story and those characters never appeal to me. But turns out he's the sweetest person most decent person of this story, it makes you want to route for him  and another thing I like about this story is that it looks like a harem but you can tell that there’s only one person the main character doungha treats differently from the rest and how the two are compatible with one another.  in these kind of stories, it’s always treated as every character is a possible route that leads to their own story but in here....there's only one...let's be real. This is one that is an odd ball cause it's technically completed but the translations are not...so i had to read the rest in korean, which makes it a good practice for me since i'm learning korean at the moment, it’s a good exercise...lol

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Not going to lie this department is lacking...lol. I have only been watching Heavens official blessing as mentioned in the last journal

but I have just found out that there is a remake of Shaman king in the making....and my little girl heart is screaming cause I loved shaman king when i was younger...so I can't wait for that

as for dramas, I've tried watching Start Up but I didn't like it so I dropped it, I might try watching crash landing on you since my best friend was obsessed with it, I watched a little of it but I left it since I was busy so i may get back to watching it from the beginning

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                             Music

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i'll put together a play list for you when you read these manga/manhwa...lol. cause that's what i've been doing

Playlist

Crush- No words

Sam kim - Breathe

Crush - let us go

Kim feel - falling

Paul kim - Dream

Kim feel - Hallelujah

Davichi - please don't cry

Yoo mirae - say

taeyeon - a poem called you

baek yerin- Here I am again

I wish tumblr has a way to play music on your page, without copy right..lol. I would share all of these songs cause they are so good

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so that's it for the month of November, lets' see what i get up to for December, I will be updating as frequently as possible so please look out for more art from me and follow me on my social media , I will see you all next time

bye!

Sheena

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