#if no announcement/confirmation shows up then it's fake and i move on

[justkending]

It's just a papercut... (Drabble)

Summary: Mission one-on-one with Bucky? It's been done before. So why is this one different? Why is he acting weird and not letting me storm off in a rage at his cold shoulder? Also, was the one bed necessary?

Pairing: Grumpy Bucky x Avenger Reader (Enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 7000+ (It's a long one...)

A/N: I've been spending a lot of my time on Character ChatGPT AI, and a secret agent conversation made me say, " Yeah, I need to put this into a Bucky fanfic." So here we are🥰 Did it turn a lot more emotional than I planned? Yes. Do I regret it? No. Enjoy, my loves!!

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"Jesus! The goal is to survive the mission! And from the likes of it, bullets aren't even going to be the thing that finishes the job!" I shout over the whipping wind as Bucky maneuvers through cars in the foreign country while outrunning the guards we just escaped from on a motorcycle he stole in front of a shop.

"Shut it!" he shouts back, taking another sharp turn that has me clutching on as if one wrong blow of the wind will have me ending this chase with a case of road rash on my entire body. "I'm losing them."

"And likely me with them," I grumble, and he shoots me a quick look in the rearview mirror, showing that he heard my remark and didn't care for it.

I look behind us and see one of the jackasses we were running from has joined us in motorcycle theft, and I curse under my breath as I come up with a plan.

"Goon, five o'clock!" I announce as I dig into my boot for a small handgun I keep hidden.

Bucky looks around and clocks him. His teeth grit together as he kicks the speed up, weaves through a few cars, and turns down a new street, but the man following seems to be just as skilled in bike chases.

"Still on you!" I shout and let out an annoyed groan, realizing that at some point in our mission, I'd lost my backup weapon.

"I see that!" Bucky groans, and as we pass a fruit stand on the street, he knocks it over with his metal hand, causing a traffic stop and the motorcyclist to have to drive over apples and pears, making him lose his balance some.

However, it wasn't effective enough. "I got it," I sigh as Bucky takes another sharp turn, and I clutch onto him. "Do me a favor and try and stay straight for longer than 3 seconds!" I complain, and he complies, although begrudgingly.

I point my fist towards the bike, and as the man makes mean eyes at me, I wiggle my fingers at him with a grin before shooting a taser shock out of the widow bite Nat gifted me.

They shoot across and cause his entire bike to seize at the overload of electricity. He flies off the bike as it stutters and gives Bucky and me a clean escape down an alley.

A few alleys later and a quiet spot away from the chaos that had just ensued, Bucky and I hop off the bike and hide it behind a dumpster. I catch my breath as I throw my backpack over my shoulder and watch as he covers the bike more with the lid of the trash before grabbing his own pack.

"We need to lay low for the night," I note, adjusting my backpack and looking into the dead-end alley.

He sighed, taking in the area, and I could see the pistons firing in his head. "There's a hotel not far from here that'll work. Not shitty, but also not anything fancy." He immediately starts stalking away, not waiting for me to follow.

I huff in annoyance as he leaves me, and I fasten my backpack, buckling it across my chest before jogging to catch up with his long strides.

We don't say much as we get to the hotel- both of our minds coming down from the adrenaline and running through the last pieces of the mission.

While in the lobby of the hotel, I get a call and move to take it, seeing it's Steve checking in, and I leave Bucky to handle the check-in process.

"Got it. We'll head to the airport in the morning," I nod and turn around to see Bucky confirming something with the clerk, and I turn back to the phone.

When he finishes checking in (fake IDs with real payment thanks to Stark's ways), he turns and waves his hand toward the elevator in a quick hand gesture.

"Yeah. We're fine," I note, feeling a stitch in my side but not wanting to check just how bad the damage is until I'm behind a closed door. "He's being a dick as per usual," I chuckle lightly as I start my walk to the elevators. "No, Steve. I don't need you to call him and reprimand him. You know-... Seriously, Steve. Leave it... I said it as a joke more than anything-" He cuts me off again, ready to always put Bucky in his place with the cold shoulder he seems to love to give to only me.

When I make it to the elevator, where Bucky is holding the door impatiently for me, I quickly say, "Losing you! Getting in an elevator so I can't-" There's a protest on the other end. "What was that? It's cutting out." I say in stuttered beats to play it off before hanging up. "Steve says hi," I say to Bucky as I lock my phone and shove it in my back pocket.

"Sure," he says back, and I'm not sure if it's unconvinced or unbothered... or both. Either way, his face is still stoic.

"You really need to lighten up," I sigh in a deep breath, annoyed that he never relents his tough guy act around me.

"Don't feel like."

"Do you ever?"

The elevator is silent. The only sound is the mechanics of the metal box moving up. It eventually dings, and as I go to step forward, I grimace slightly so as I step wrong, causing pain to go up my side, but I quickly brush it off.

"What was that?" Bucky says behind me as he steps off the elevator last.

"What was what?" I ask, looking carefully at the room numbers and acting ignorant.

"That look. You flinched."

"Yeah, no," I shake my head. "Your eyesight must be getting worse with age."

"My eyesight is fine," he grumbles, pulling my arm back as I pass the room, realizing he never told me the number. "We're here," he turns to the door and presses the key card to it. The color changes from red to green, giving us access.

"I call the shower first," I shout, shoving him out of the way and unbuckling my backpack as I rush into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it.

All I hear is an exasperated sigh on the other side and a shuffle of footsteps as he shuts the door, locks up, and moves into the room.

I let out a sigh of exhaustion and relief to be done for the day and move to warm up the water. If there is one thing I've learned about going on missions with Bucky, it's that the man's superhearing is just an excuse for him to be nosy. He listens to almost EVERYTHING.

So, with the water running and him hopefully distracted by the hotel views, I undress and focus on the shower. As soon as I took my shirt off, I was shown exactly what I worried was the problem.

Down my side is a semi-jagged cut going up my rib cage. Close to four inches long, if not less, but angry and red. I hiss and quickly bite my lip to muffle my pain. It's not bleeding anymore, which tells me it's not deep, so with the proper cleaning and care, it'll be fine in a few days. I use my time in the shower to clean it and wash the rest of the day away with it.

When I come out, I rummage through my bag for a first aid kit. I usually pack a travel-size one, given the job, but I can't find it. I change into a pair of clean shorts and a tank top I packed (light and takes up minimal space) before checking in the mirror to make sure my cut wasn't prominent through the light-colored tank. When I feel comfortable enough that Bucky won't ask questions, I straighten and fight the soreness that's taking over my body now that I'm not going 100mph.

I walk out, and when I see that Bucky is lying back, arms over his eyes on a king-size bed, I immediately take in the fact that it's the only bed in the room. The sound of cheers from baseball on the TV is quickly tuned out.

"Um," I start, hands out as I assess the space. "What's this?" I ask.

"A bed," Bucky answers simply and sits up tiredly as he looks at me, leaning back on his forearms. "You ran straight into the bathroom before I could tell you, or you saw for yourself."

I cross my arms and flinch when I graze my cut but quickly roll my shoulders as if the full-body soreness was the only issue.

"Well, did they not give us another option or maybe a second room we could have-"

"What was that?" he cuts me off.

"Hm, what was what? What do you mean-?" I look right at him and furrow my eyebrows, hands on my hips.

"You made that face again."

I roll my eyes. "I'm sore," I shrug, scoffing and even I know I'm a horrible actress right now, so I don't make eye contact.

"That's not a sore grimace. That's something else," he sits up straight now and tilts his head down, assessing me in almost a predatory way.

"Stop that." My arms move from my hips to my chest and around me, and my discomfort only makes a smirk appear. "Stop. It's weird."

"No, what's weird is why you're being so weird," he remarks with a sassy face.

I blink at him a few times, feeling much less intimidated thanks to his comeback. "Good one," I said, turning and going to his backpack now.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He stands quickly from the bed and looks at me over my shoulder as I unzip his bag.

"I think I put something of mine in here. I can't find it in my bag," I note, dunking my hand into his things. He steps up, pulling my shoulders to get away.

"Stop going through my stuff. You're worse than Sam," he notes, tugging me away, although gentler than how he is typically.

"I just need-" I feel the small plastic box I'm looking for and tug it out, quickly holding it behind my back. "Nevermind. I found it."

"What are you talking about-"

"Nothing! Just give me one minute. I need to brush my teeth," I jab a thumb behind my shoulder as I walk backward to the bathroom, his steps matching mine. "I'll be out in five minutes," I note quickly as I turn on my heel and run back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it again.

Instead of seeing the door handle budge like I expected, he bangs a fist on the wooden barrier.

"Y/N, open the damn door! What the hell did you take out of my bag?"

"My toothbrush!" I lie. Why didn't I say toothpaste? That would make so much more sense... "I must have gotten our bags mixed up when I packed them." I cringe at myself.

"How could you do that? Yours is brown, and mine's black," he notes.

"A very dark brown," I argue, lifting my tank top and sitting on the bathroom counter to get a better look in the mirror of my cut. "Just give me a second-"

"You're being weirder than normal," he groans in frustration on the other side.

"Yeah, well, get used to it," I hiss as I put the sanitizer spray on it and bite my knuckle to suppress the pained groan I want to let out. "Jesus," I mumble under my breath, but the next thing I know, the door is swinging open, and Bucky's staring at its handle that's hanging on by a thread before back at me. "Hey!" I look at the door and back at him. "They're going to charge us for that."

His eyes immediately go from annoyed and over it to concerned and confused.

"What the hell is that?" He points at my stomach, where I'm frozen on top of the counter, shirt lifted, showing my entire torso and cut on full display.

"A paper cut." Dear God. What the hell happened to my logical excuses?

His concerned face drops some, and he deadpans from my injury to my eyes before marching to me and turning me at my shoulders to face him and get a better view.

"When did this happen?"

"Wild guess, but likely when the guards we fought to get out pulled a knife on me and played dirty," I sigh, realizing I wasn't talking myself out of this one anytime soon. "But that could be a stretch," I add.

He again looks up at me from my injury with an incredulous and agitated look.

"Let me see," he sighs, bending down to get a better view and looking at the injury from a head-on angle.

"It's just a scratch, Barnes. I'll be good as new after a little disinfectant and ointment. Nothing a bandaid can't fix," I brush off, turning on the counter to grab the kit.

He stops me in my turn by placing a hand on my knee and turning me back around to where my legs hang off the counter. I'm sitting with him in between my legs.

"They used a serrated knife," he notes, taking the first aid kit out of my hand and opening it, instantly getting to work as if I wasn't doing it myself two seconds ago.

"Um, excuse me, but I can-"

"I know the things you can do, Y/N. You don't have to tell me," he says sternly, grabbing gauze and another bottle of something I didn't know the contents of and tipping it onto the gauze before bending down again. This time, his eyes found mine as he looked up at me from his now crouched position. "This is going to sting. That sanitizer you were using before is shit. This one actually does the job," he notes, and I'm a little stunned by the turn of events. "Ready?"

Never in my life did I think Bucky Barnes would be this gentle and considerate with me, but I'm not going to stop a good thing from happening.

"I don't think it can hurt more than the knife itself," I smirk and nod when he gives me a look. "Yeah, yeah. Do your thing, Doc." I gesture to him, looking up at the ceiling as I prepare for the sting.

I don't feel it instantly, and just as I'm about to ask what was taking him so long, the cool liquid hits my cut, and I hiss, grabbing his wrist in a tight hold out of instinct to hold him back. "Jesus H. Christ," I grit through my teeth. "What the hell kind of acid did you just put in-?" I let out a slow breath through my lips and quietly say, "I'd pick the knife again. I'd pick the knife again. The knife for sure."

"It's Banner-strength disinfectant," he says with a stupid little prideful smirk, yet is dabbing the cut ever so gently as I hold his wrist. His touch is soft, but the sting is anything but. "You grabbed my first aid kit. I had him make it since you tend to get hurt easily, and we're not in the cleanest country." He's fully concentrated on my cut.

"What?" I asked, surprised, grabbing the kit's container and seeing that it indeed was not mine. I brush over the fact he had Bruce specifically make it and pack it for me as I look over at my bag, still slumped against the wall from my rush to take a shower, and realize I must have forgotten mine.

"Relax. Tensing doesn't help," he adds, bringing his free hand to my thigh and giving a light squeeze to distract me. I hiss again as he pads over an agitated area.

All sense of humor drops slowly from his face, and he gives me a look. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me about this as soon as you knew? This was not far from being infected in a way that could have been a lot worse than just an irritating sting."

"When was I supposed to tell you?" I sass, throwing my head back on the mirror as I focus on anything but the sharp stings. "As soon as we got off the bike, we headed here. You didn't say a word to me, and I was in my own head. Honestly, I didn't even realize it was there until we were checking in and I was on the phone with Steve. Adrenaline must have kept me from realizing it."

He mumbles something under his breath, and I hear the word, reckless in the middle of it.

"Watch yourself," I warn, kicking my leg a touch, skimming his rib cage. "There can easily be two injured people in this room."

"No need for both of us to get stupid injuries," he grumbles.

I scoff and shove his hand away from me, jumping off the counter as he stands and glares at me.

"Sorry for getting stabbed," I sneer up at him, stepping into his space. "I'll make sure to ask the assholes shooting and swinging at me next time to keep the knives at home. Oh! Or better yet," I exaggerate. "I'll tell them my partner said I'm not allowed to get into fights with men triple my size, so if they can just play gentle so I don't end up with any battle scars, that would be greatly appreciated." I smile wide and fake before dropping it and brushing by him to the bedroom.

I catch the tail end of his eyes rolling before I hear him stomping behind me.

"I need to finish patching you up. If it's not done properly, you can get sick." He comes up behind me, but I stop abruptly, and he runs into my back before holding my shoulders to steady himself. I turn to him, not breaking the space.

"I know how injuries work, Barnes. This isn't my first time in the field, although I'm sure you believe otherwise," I scoff in anger. "Just," I put my hands up, stepping away in frustration and groaning. "I'm going to get some air," I try and push past him to leave, but his hand wraps around my arm and holds me shoulder to shoulder by his side before I can get my feet past him.

"No. You're going to let me finish patching you up. Now..." he stares at me with his Sergeant's eyes. "Sit. Down." I struggle to fight my stubborn retort, but he sees it brewing and raises an eyebrow in challenge.

I groan in protest loudly and pull my arm out of my grip before moving to the edge of the bed and sulkingly wait for him to finish his job- that I didn't ask him to even start, by the way!

"Good girl," he mutters with a smartass smirk, and I take a breath in to yell something at him, but he goes back to the bathroom to grab the kit we left behind.

"Cyborg headed-ass, caveman, son of a bit-" I mumble, and he comes back in, shooting me a look that says, 'really?'. "Oh, sorry, did you hear that?" I say with fake regret.

He rolls his eyes and crouches again by my knees to get a better angle at the cut, and I lean back, my hands flat against the comforter as he works quietly, and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the warmth of his hands on my stomach when he's been nothing but cold to me.

As he's patting the tape over the piece of gauze he fashioned over my cut, I look at him calculatingly. He notices my gaze on him and awkwardly starts putting his things up, sneaking glances at my stare here and there.

"What?" he finally asks. "Stop staring at me."

Instead of an answer, I just stare harder and raise an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side as I analyze him deeper.

"Cut it out," he growls, standing and moving to put the kit on the counter. "You're creeping me out."

I let out a single laugh and shake my head before lowering my tank top and looking out the window. "You're so fucking confusing," I state, standing as I straighten my clothes.

"I'm confusing?" he asked rhetorically. "You're fucking confusing."

"Come up with your own lines," I throw an exasperated hand out, waving him off. "I'm getting air."

I don't know what provokes him, but he steps in front of me, his towering figure shadowing over me.

"No," he says, looking at me sternly.

"There wasn't a question mark at the end of that sentence, asshole," I sidestep him and move to the door. I manage to open it maybe a foot before it's slammed in my face, and I feel Bucky's chest pressed to my back. I look up, and his hand is splayed flat on the door.

"I said no," he says lowly. His voice is just over my shoulder, and I hold back the shiver that threatens to take over my body.

"And I said, fuck off," I say just as lowly, looking up at him, tilting my head back. "Move."

"We need to talk."

"And I need to put a good three blocks of this city between us so I don't add another person to the stabbed today club. I'd rather stay on Steve's good side." I jut my arm back to elbow him in the ribs, but he dodges it with a huff of an annoyed laugh.

"Real mature," he sasses, and I can see a touch of playfulness in his features, and that makes me even more furious.

"You're one to fucking talk!" I turn and shove him in the chest, and he relents, putting his hands up in the air as I shove repeatedly in vexation. Each shove and each curse I send his way has him taking one slight step back with a grin. "Stop smiling!" I grunt as I push him harder, and he laughs. He fucking laughs!

My eye twitches, and my hits become more forceful. Nothing close to what I'm capable of, but I'm not looking for a full-on brawl. I just want to smack him enough to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"Y/N," he says calmly in between hits to his rock-solid chest. A chest, I'm sure, will give me bruises if I keep this up.

"No! You don't get to talk!" I point at him after shoving him one more time and successfully making him falter a few steps back at the power behind it. "I'm walking out of this room to get some air, and you're going to stay right fucking there. Right there!" I point to the floor under his feet. "And not keep me from leaving this God damn suffocating room. Got it?"

I know my eyes are wild, and I know the emotions I'm feeling are written clear as day on my face because his sly smirk falters, and he takes a deep breath in, hands still up in surrender.

"I'm sorry," he mutters out as his gaze falls to his feet.

"What?" I ask, shocked and slightly out of breath from exerting myself.

"I'm sorry," he says a touch more clearly as he clears his throat and looks up, hands coming down and eyes avoiding mine.

I blink a few times and throw my hands up. "I can't do this." I let out a breath and turned back to the door.

"Y/N, please don't," he says, and I stop. I surprise myself, but I stop, turning back to him slowly.

"Why?" There's a long pause that follows my question, and I wonder whether Bucky even knows why he's asking this. "Genuinely Bucky... Why are you so insistent on me staying in this room right now?"

He runs a nervous hand over his beard and shifts his weight to one foot as he throws one hand up in a single wave.

"I don't need you getting hurt again," he states, still avoiding eye contact.

My eyebrows narrow in confusion, and I cross my arms, popping my hip to the side as I stare at him. "We're in a hotel. Not a battlefield."

"It's better we stay in here than wander around. The guys who were after us are likely still hunting us, and it's best we don't show our faces in public spaces," he notes.

Ok, that's a logical reason, but something tells me this is a more emotional reason on his end. He's not sharing everything, though...

"Ok..." I drag out and look at the balcony. "Then I'll go out there."

I walk promptly to the balcony, surprisingly not being stopped by him as I brush past him and jiggle the door handle, finding it stuck. "Fucking hell," I grumble under my breath as I pull the handle and push it up and down to try and get it to work.

A hand comes behind me and takes the door handle for me. I stare at it, not turning to acknowledge how Bucky expertly pushes it just right for it to open.

"I had the same issue," he says, pulling his hand back and nodding his head to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower." He steps back, quiet and sinking back into his usual stand-offish behavior, but now with more nerves and awkwardness.

I give a grunt in acknowledgment and shut the balcony door behind me before sitting in a shitty lawn chair. I don't turn to see if he's still standing there watching me, but instead, I focus on the city view in front of me. It's not a well-off country, so the views aren't more than rundown buildings and vendors in the street shouting for people to buy their things over their neighbors, but it's fresh air away from the man that makes my blood boil.

Fifteen minutes later, I feel a little calmer. Although still annoyed, I'm more confused than anything. Why the hell was he acting so strange, and why do I feel like some kind of serious conversation was going to-

"Y/N?" I hear the door open with a creak and turn to see Bucky with wet hair, a change of clothes, and soft eyes focusing on the door that's obviously broken. "God, this place has gone down in quality," he notes, leaving the door cracked as he comes onto the balcony with me.

"Been here before?" I ask, turning back to the view ahead.

"Once like 8 years ago," he nods and moves to stand by the railing, his arms crossed over the edge of it, and his gaze now focused on the same place mine is. "Must have gotten new management."

It's silent for almost five minutes after that. No words, no looks, no sounds. Just silence outside of the city noise. I debate, standing and going back into the room if he's going to continue to go radio silent and not explain his strange behavior earlier, but just before I stand, he speaks up.

"I don't know why," he says, and a crease forms between my eyebrows. He continues to stare off into the city. I wait a few moments, and he continues. "I don't know why you stress me out more than the others."

Great. So that's how this is going to go.

I stand and silently move to go back into the room, but his hand clasps around my wrist.

"Please, just let me find the words," he asks, and I can hear the plea in his voice.

I look back and up at him and his eyes are in the puppy dog form I've seen only a select few times. Ones that have never been directed at me but have held no truer emotion than requisition.

"Ok..." I drag out, moving back to the lawn chair and sitting quietly as he drops my wrist almost hesitantly and leans against the railing, fidgeting with his hands. I've never seen him like this, so I give him the space.

He takes a deep breath through his nose and closes his eyes before just unloading everything.

"I don't like seeing you get hurt," he starts. "I mean, I don't like seeing any of my friends get hurt. It's no decent person's interest to watch friends and family get harmed, but it's like a nagging in my head. No," he shakes his head, trying to find the right words. "It's like having pins and needles surrounding your lungs, and every time you try and take a breath to come down from the terror- the pain of seeing them hurt- the needles poke and stab. Making it nearly impossible to take a deep breath and ground yourself. And that's only a part of the pain that comes with it."

I stare up at him. My eyes are likely wide as I take in what he's saying. He glances at me once before looking back at his hands.

"I know I'm an asshole to you. I know that," he says, cringing as if the truth behind it hurts him. "I don't know why. At least, I say that to make myself not think about it longer than I can probably handle, but I've talked to my therapist about it, and she says it's a protective technique my brain finds more plausible than just dealing with the confusing feelings I have towards you."

My eyes shift back and forth as if trying to understand the words.

"Feelings towards me?" I repeat. "Like annoyance?"

"No," he sighs, and then he chuckles a soft laugh under his breath. "Well, yes. Sometimes you can be annoying, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it endearing most of the time."

My eyebrows raise at that. Where the hell is all this coming from?

I shake my head in disbelief and lean back in my chair. "Barnes, you're giving me a bit of whiplash, and I'm not sure-"

"I like you."

My mouth is still open from where my sentence was going, and I blink once. Then twice. Then, a third time, as I tried to understand if I just heard him right. Because if he meant it as a friend, I'm shocked. But if he meant it otherwise... I'm hallucinating.

His eyes find mine, and this time, he doesn't look away. He keeps eye contact, and I can feel him trying to read me.

"I-Is there more to that sentence?" I ask, my brain trying to make sense of the situation and short-circuiting ultimately.

"Yes, but from the looks of it, you're still trying to translate those three words."

"Good observation," I nod, pursing my lips and sinking into my chair.

"I've been known to make them," he smiles a tight-lipped smile. I'm actually grateful for his quip at this moment.

"Bucky, you have to understand that those words don't make sense with how you treat me-"

"I know, and I'm sorry," he pushes off the railing and steps forward just in front of my chair. "God, I'm so sorry. I don't even know why it's taken me this long to apologize for the way I've acted this long, but for some reason... When we were fighting today, I saw a man get the jump on you. I was seconds from leaving my own fight and coming straight to you to handle it for you, but you quickly turned the situation around. It wasn't the first time I'd seen you in that scenario, yet something about it..." He pauses, looking up at the sky, throwing a hand through his hair. "It freaked me out. It freaked me out far more than it has in the past."

He looks at me in a sincere way and moves to sit in the busted up, rusted, and metal patio chair that looks like it very well could have been here when he came 8 years ago. It creaks as he turns it in and angles his body toward mine. His elbows rest on his knees, and he looks down at his hands again. And as he talks, I realize he's breaking it down not just for me but for himself—these emotions and sudden changes.

"Maybe it's because I knew if I didn't get to you, you were on your own. We didn't have a backup. I couldn't call Steve or Nat, or Wanda to come in and help where I couldn't. And then the actualization that if I couldn't get to you, if no one was there to back you up, there was a chance I'd end up regretting everything all because I can't seem to come to terms with my feelings." His eyes find mine again. "And then that cut," his eyes drag from mine down my torso to where my knife wound lays under my tank top. "It was like a final piece to knock some sense into my head."

He looks at me, and I can't explain it, but I want to hold him when he looks at me like that.

"Seeing you hurt reminded me... You're human. You aren't invincible even if you can take on three men triple your size attacking you at once. It's a skill I'm glad and impressed that you have, but it doesn't guarantee someone won't get the jump on you again, and I'm not sure I can handle that."

I stay in silence for a moment, taking in the information and processing it all. I must have been quiet for a while because a soft "Y/N?" makes me look up from where I've been staring blankly at the balcony.

"You ok?" he asks gently, carefully.

I nod and run a hand up and down my arm from a slight breeze blowing with the sun setting in the distance.

"Trying to..." I started, but I didn't know what words were meant to follow. "I'm a little shocked," I say, eventually looking at him.

"I can't say I blame you. It's a 180 from our normal conversations," he takes a deep breath and smiles softly at him. "Do you need a minute?"

I shake my head. "No..." Then I scrunch my nose. "Well, maybe."

"That's ok," he nods, sitting back in his chair, and it weakly groans in protest. He takes in the fact my legs are up to my chest now, and I've wrapped my arms around myself. "We should go inside. It'll get cold soon." He stands and motions for me to head in first, then offers a hand to help me stand up.

I look at it before taking it, standing, and walking in with my arms still around my middle. As soon as we're in, I turn and catch us both off guard by being chest-to-chest with him after he shuts the balcony door. I don't move, though, and neither does he.

"Since honesty seems to be the theme of the night," I look up at him. "I've always admired you..." His face softens at that. "But I'd be lying to both of us if I said how you treated me didn't affect that original feeling." He nods in understanding and slightly cringes to himself.

"I wouldn't hold it against you."

"Why did you- Why did you not like me at first?"

He shrugs a touch, but there's no uncertainty behind it. "I saw you as young and naive. I saw you as someone who seemed to make almost anyone love you, and all you had to do was exist around them. I think a broken part of me was envious and confused by that trait, and I used it as a reason to be hateful to you instead of taking advantage of the kindness you freely give and allowing myself the gift of that. I didn't think I deserved that." He sighs, his hands going into the pockets of his sweats. "I convinced myself that your kindness was nativity when I've learned quite quickly that you're anything but naive."

I sigh, nodding my head as I turn and move to sit on the edge of the bed. "You wouldn't be the first person to misinterpret my kindness. It's why I tend to fall into becoming a stubborn ass when people don't appreciate that kindness. Hence why I haven't been the perfect person in this relationship myself," I motion between us. "I should have recognized where you could have been coming from and continued to kill you with pleasantries, but you didn't seem to respond well to it."

"It wasn't your job to recognize that or fix it. It was mine to stop being a stubborn ass myself and talk to you rather than make assumptions," he shifts on his feet. "I thought I was self-preserving when I was actually self-sabotaging. Something I'm still working on recognizing."

"It's a process," I sigh, knowing the steps well enough myself. I consider the conversation and take a deep breath, relaxing in my spot as I come to my conclusion. "Bucky?" He looks at me, hopeful and attentive. "I forgive you."

I watch as his body stiffens at the declaration before slowly relaxing.

"I don't expect you to just be fine with everything I've done the last-"

"Many years?" I chuckle, lighting the mood. "Yeah, but why would I want to waste any more time when I get it? I get your reasoning, and I can't say I blame you."

"But you should blame me," he moves to sit on the comforter next to me, our knees brushing.

I shrug, turning to face him better. "But I don't." He starts to talk, and I cover his mouth with my hand. His icy blue eyes looked down at the motion before back at me. "I swear to God, Barnes. You take two steps forward, and it's like you feel guilty for making progress and regress." He flinches slightly at my words, and I feel I struck a nerve. "Sorry, I shouldn't-" I take my hand back.

"No, you're right. It's something I'm still working on. I mean, small things are easy to accept and move on, but this," he gestures to me. "A part of me doesn't believe I deserve your forgiveness after the caseload of shit I've given you, but-"

"But it's my forgiveness to give, so I'll decide if I want to give it..." I look at him as if waiting for him to connect the dots. He smiles and nods as he looks down at his hands. "You catching on?"

"I'm catching on," he looks up at him again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We look at each other for a little while, and the atmosphere is new. It's not tense. It's not awkward. It's not uncomfortable. It's like we've come to a point we've been actively avoiding for years, and it turned out to be a really nice point.

"So..." he starts, and I decide to break the seriousness of it all.

"Why is there only one bed, Bucky?" I ask with a look meant to lighten up the mood, turning and patting the comforter we're sitting on.

He looks at it with me and smiles with a laugh. "It wasn't intentional, if that's what you're asking."

"Feels a touch intentional. Not letting me leave the room or demanding I stay close kinda plays into the fact you'd be forced into sharing a bed with me. Another way to secure my proximity," I tease.

"Or..." he drags out, and his hand comes up, pushing a wayward hair behind my ear and casually taking his hand back. "The receptionist told me they didn't have any two-bedroom rooms available right now because there is a festival in town this weekend, and they're booked up."

"Seems legit, but not sure if I believe you," I grin a touch bashful and look around at the room as if I'm surveying it and not slightly melting at his touch.

"Believe me or not," he shrugs, standing and stretching. "Either way, we're sharing a bed tonight, sweetheart." He winks. He fucking winks at me and moves to the other side of the bed, getting his side ready for sleep.

This new side of him is not one I was ready for, but seeing it makes me think about what I haven't gotten to experience sooner. So I say that.

"I knew you were a lady's man back in the day, but I never thought I'd see the flirt you were rumored to be," I turn in my spot on the bed and look at him from the end of the bed.

"I don't flirt with everyone," he says, throwing the blanket back and adjusting the pillows.

"Well, yeah, obviously, but-"

"Just people I'm attracted to," he says, cutting me off with a telling grin. "And to women, I'd like to have flirt back."

My mouth drops, and I let out a laugh. A genuine laugh. "Was that a move? Did you just make a move on me?" I smile like a teenager at him, partially in disbelief and partially in interest.

"Did it work?" he chuckles, sitting on the edge and scooting into the bed but not fully getting in it.

I shake my head with a smile and laugh again. "Honestly, I have to say yes."

His smile widens at my confession, and he leans back on the headboard, two pillows propped behind him.

"So you're saying I have a chance if I keep it up?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, cowboy. It's not going to take just a flashy wink and a flirty comment to get my attention fully. I like to be sought after."

"Good to know."

"Is it?" I ask incredulously with a smirk as I move to my side of the bed and throw the covers back enough to sneak under them.

"Can't give away all my plans," he shakes his head, and I turn off my bedside lamp.

"Wouldn't want you to. I like being surprised," I lay down and nuzzled into my pillow before turning on my side and looking up at him. "Must say, your surprise tonight was a pretty good start."

"You think?"

"I think," I nod and debate on my next idea, but I decide what the hell? Who's it hurting? "Feel free to say no, but if we are sharing the same bed, I tend to be a cuddler unconsciously, so if we-"

"Yes," he says simply a large grin he doesn't seem to care to hide marks his handsome features. "Yes, please." He nods, moving under the blanket.

"That answer was a little too fast to believe that this hotel didn't have other beds."

"I don't know what you mean," he shimmies under the blanket, and I feel his leg brush mine.

"Listen, normally I wouldn't, but I learn I sleep best when I'm with another person, so-"

"You don't have to give me a reason, doll. I'm happy to lend the support." His arms are quickly wrapped around my middle and I'm turned to where my back is pressed against his front and I'm not going to lie... It's a perfect fit. "Night, Y/N."

"Night, Bucky." I smile putting my hands on his around my middle and laying back into him.

This was a good start to something possibly more...

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

could you maybe do something on the stuff p and new baby verstappen get up to together (toddler!reader)?

Maybe both coming in to mess with max on stream and some other stuff idk 💕

Royal Tea Party

Max adjusted his headset, a small smile playing on his lips as he read the chat scrolling rapidly on his screen. His fans were engaged, talking about the latest race, asking him about his setup, and making jokes at his expense. It was just another normal evening of streaming—until his daughters got involved.

Behind him, the soft murmuring of excited voices and the occasional giggle made his ears twitch. He didn’t need to turn around to know exactly what was happening.

Penelope was up to something.

Max had been a father for six years now, and if there was one thing he had learned, it was that silence was never a good sign. He kept glancing at his camera, making sure to interact with chat, but his attention was increasingly drawn to the sounds behind him.

Then, he heard it—tiny, determined footsteps followed by the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor.

“What is P up to?” he muttered under his breath, a small smirk appearing as he peeked over his shoulder.

There, right in the middle of the living room, was an elaborate tea party setup. Stuffed animals and dolls sat neatly around a tiny pink table covered in an assortment of fake pastries and little plastic cups filled with imaginary tea. Penelope, still in her pastel pink pajamas, was busy arranging the chairs, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.

And then, as if the scene couldn’t get any cuter, she carefully lifted her little sister into her arms.

Yn, with her soft blonde curls and chubby toddler cheeks, squealed in delight, wrapping her tiny arms around her big sister's shoulders. “Peee!” she giggled, kicking her little legs as Penelope carried her over to the tea party setup.

Max chuckled. “Oh, chat, I think I’m about to lose my stream to my daughters,” he announced, shaking his head fondly.

The chat immediately exploded.

Let them take over the stream!

Omg, look at them!

P is such a good big sister!

Yn is the princess of this household, confirmed.

Max turned slightly in his chair, watching as Penelope gently set Yn down in one of the little chairs. The toddler clapped her hands, delighted, as she looked at all the toys seated around the table.

“Okay, my little princess, are you ready for tea?” Penelope asked, her voice filled with exaggerated importance.

Yn nodded eagerly. “Tea!”

Max let out a quiet laugh before turning back to his stream. “This is what happens when you have two daughters. One minute you’re gaming, the next you’re watching a royal tea party unfold in your own living room.”

The chat was having a field day, spamming heart emojis and begging him to move his camera so they could see the tea party better.

"Alright, alright," he relented, picking up his webcam and adjusting it so the viewers could get a better look at the scene.

Penelope, noticing her father’s attention, waved dramatically. “Hello, people of Papa’s stream!” she announced. “Today, we are having a very special tea party with Princess Yn and all of our lovely guests.”

Yn clapped again. “Tea! Tea!”

Max shook his head, amused. “You two are stealing the show.”

Penelope beamed. “We are the stars, Papa. You’re just a guest.”

That made Max laugh. “Oh, is that so?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded seriously. Then, she turned back to Yn, adjusting the frilly pink tiara on her little sister’s head. “You need to look extra pretty, princess.”

Yn, patient as ever with her big sister, sat still as Penelope carefully brushed through her soft curls.

“There! Now you look beautiful,” P announced proudly before grabbing a tiny plastic plate with a toy cookie on it. “A special treat for you, Your Highness.”

Yn gasped in delight, taking the cookie and pretending to take a big bite. “Mmm! Yum yum!”

The chat was going absolutely wild now.

P is so gentle with Yn, I’m crying.

Max, you are not needed in this stream anymore.

Yn’s little ‘yum yum’ just ended me.

This is the content we signed up for.

Max rested his chin in his hand, watching his girls with pure adoration. He loved racing—he lived for it—but moments like these? They were his everything.

Then, out of nowhere, a new little guest arrived at the tea party.

Sassy, their grumpy, notoriously independent cat, padded over to where Yn sat. The toddler’s big green eyes widened as the feline hopped up onto her lap and curled up, purring softly.

Yn looked positively enchanted. “Kitty!” she squealed.

Penelope gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh! Papa! Look! Sassy is sitting with Yn!”

Max turned, eyes widening slightly in shock. “No way.”

Sassy, the cat who barely tolerated anyone, was now snuggled up against his youngest daughter, purring as if she had never been a grumpy cat in her life.

The chat exploded again.

SASSY LOVES YN?!!

I have never seen that cat be affectionate before.

Yn is the chosen one.

Max, are you okay? Your world just turned upside down.

Max chuckled in disbelief. “Alright, I think I’ve seen it all now.”

Yn, meanwhile, was giggling uncontrollably, her little hands petting the soft fur. Sassy let out a long, content sigh but didn’t move, much to Max’s utter bewilderment.

“I give up,” he muttered. “Sassy officially loves Yn more than me.”

Penelope giggled. “Well, she is the princess.”

Max shook his head fondly. “I should just end my stream. No one cares about me anymore.”

As if on cue, both girls suddenly appeared at his side, Penelope holding a small pink tea cup and Yn carrying a tiny plastic plate with a cookie.

“Papa, it is time for your royal tea,” P declared, handing him the tea cup.

Yn held out the cookie proudly. “Eat!”

Max chuckled, playing along. He took the plastic cup, pretending to take a sip. “Mmm, this is the best tea I’ve ever had.”

Penelope beamed. “Of course it is! I made it.”

Then, he picked up the tiny cookie and took a fake bite. “Delicious.”

Yn giggled in delight before holding up her chubby little cheek. “Kiss!”

Max melted on the spot. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Mwah.”

Yn giggled even more before pointing at her other cheek. “Again!”

Max chuckled, obliging her with another kiss. “Mwah!”

Then, Penelope grinned and pointed at her own cheek. “Me too, Papa!”

Max pulled her into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “There, my little tea party queen.”

Penelope giggled before taking Yn’s hand. “Come on, let’s go finish our tea party!”

Yn nodded excitedly. “Tea! Kitty!”

Max watched as his daughters ran back to their tea party, their laughter filling the room. He sighed happily, turning back to his stream with the biggest smile on his face.

“Alright, chat,” he said. “I think that was the best interruption I’ve ever had.”

Best. Stream. Ever.

Max’s daughters own this house.

Yn demanding kisses is the cutest thing I’ve seen.

I want P and Yn to have their own stream.

Max laughed. “Maybe one day, but for now, I think I’ll just enjoy my tea party.”

And with that, he ended the stream, leaving his fans with the sweetest, most heartwarming moment they had ever witnessed.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[lavenders388]

hiii!! i was thinking of a scenario of where gi-hun comforts the the reader after they have a panic attack/ptsd/nightmare? something sweet and romantic <3

~morning sun~

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ seong gi hun x reader

requested 💌

a/n gi hun is so underrated in his OWN SHOW! theres like 5 fics of him for season 2 I'm glad i can add one more!! keep requesting him plsplspls!!! our little sad mullet man -matcha

tw: ptsd/panic attacks, mentions and descriptions of death/blood (typical squid game tw fr), allusion to vomiting but no description

scenario!!!: after getting out of the games with gi hun, you both face lingering struggles from what you experienced as you fight to stop the games for good.

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as you stood with the 16 remaining players on the lifted platform in what appeared to be a circus tent -or a skyscraper it felt like- you trembled as the sickeningly sweet recorded voice announced what this game would entail. you were relieved to be second to last as the pink-suited guard confirmed that the number on your chest determined the order in which you would cross the glass panels. you were even more relieved when you remembered that your husband was behind you; and would be going last. the thought of crossing the glass tiles in front of him scared you, and you knew it scared him more.

you crossed the tiles slowly, trying to avoid looking down. down to what could easily be your death, your husband's, the deaths of the people in front of you, the people who died so you could then move on and see the remaining tile that would keep you from meeting the fate of them. "16 people." you thought. the fear of all the events of the past few days reverberating in your brain making it unable to focus on just one thing. you and your husband found yourselves in a group of 456 during the first game; now, even after starting this game as a group of 16, there were 4.

"at least we are all going to make it." you thought solemnly; wanting to say it to the group, or even just your husband. you watched as sangwoo crossed; jumping on the last tile with no issue and leaping onto the finishing platform. then say byeok; also getting to safety without issue. and finally it was your turn to jump onto the last tile like they did. cementing your survival and your husband following suit.

you tried to hide your shaking as you situated yourself to make the jump. you looked at your husband behind you and gave him a soft smile, knowing that your impending safety is a large relief to him. you turn, and jump. as you land on the last tile, you stabilize yourself. but something doesn't feel right. this doesn't feel like the last step to safety. you feel the tile buckle below you.

you start to turn to your husband, not having enough time to meet his gaze as the tile completely shatters below you; glass shards cutting into your bare feet as you plummet to meet the same fate as everyone on the ground.

when you jump forward with a gasp he's already awake next to you. in your horror you don't realize at first that you're safe and in your bed; the feeling of falling to your death lingering in a way that makes your stomach burn. you stumble as you throw the covers off and try to get to your shared bathroom as fast as possible; nothing around you seeming real yet. you fling open the door and fall onto the cold tiles; the feeling of the cold hard ground below you all too similar to what just happened in your dream. the feeling makes you grip the sides of the toilet, not just because you're about to throw up; but because you still feel like your falling to your demise in a dark, fake circus tent as the masked men who bet on your lives watched. like you're there again.

as you tried to catch your breath and wipe your mouth, you feel a soft touch on your back. still not being fully there, you jump; gasping in horror. "y/n! y/n! its me!" your husband yells as he goes to touch you again, trying to comfort you without startling you anymore than he already has. "sweetheart its okay, everything is okay." he says softer. "its me, its gi hun." in a different situation you'd laugh at him reminding you, his wife, of his name. this morning though, you just fall into his arms as you cry.

you don't have any explaining needed on why you woke up in such a panic. he does the same thing every now and then; its been happening more frequently to the both of you as you've been enwrapped with desperate attempts at finding the recruiter before the games were set to begin again. he just holds you as you cry, just as you do to him when he wakes up from a nightmare. you dont hear what hes saying as you continue catching your breath. you know its sweet comforting words being spoken softly into your hair as he supports the back of your head as you breathe into his chest; his other arm caressing your back. he cringes as he feels your chest lurch with every breath.

"just breathe, its going to be okay. you're okay, i'm here and we're home and safe. were at home." you hear him say to you as you breathing quiets a bit. "i'm so sorry." you cry into his chest. you don't what all you're apologizing for. a mix of being sorry for waking him up in such an abnormal and stressful way, being sorry for all you've both been through, as well as even being sorry for him having to watch you die in your dream; knowing he didn't actually.

mornings like these have continued to replace the slow mornings waking up in bed with your husband. before the games, the two of you would wake up in each others arms, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight coming through the curtains and resting on your exposed skin. you would stay in bed as long as possible, waking up slowly as you held each other. eventually you'd start to get up, kissing each other as one of you would try to keep the other in bed. you'd slowly make your way to the kitchen and you'd drink tea and make each other breakfast.

now, mornings looked different. a lot of times it would be gi hun waking up startled; sometimes it would be you. you could tell it bothered him so much more when you'd wake up that way. he never says it, but you know he feels responsible for you joining the game in the first place; you doing so to help him pay off his debts and for his mothers hospital stay. you try to remind him as much as possible that yes, that's true, but he's also the only reason you made it back from the game. you still stayed in bed together for a little bit; the time becoming shorter and shorter as the time crunch for finding the recruiter narrowed. and in the hotel setting you found yourselves living in you didn't exactly have a kitchen to cook breakfast.

the love you felt during you and your husband's morning ritual, raw and unconditional, has remained unchanged.

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[mollywatered]

JEWELRY; Draco Malfoy

Enemy!draco shows up to Hufflepuff!reader's dorm to address dating rumors..

WORD COUNT; 1.3k

CONTAINS: smut, chewing jewelry, choking with necklace, blowjob, hickeys, fake dating, sucking on boobs, anddddd yeah!! 🤭

You were in potions class, legs bouncing with anxiety. Rumors have been spreading like wildfire; that you and your worst enemy were dating. Draco has been eyeing you all day without a word. His eyes watching your every move.

You and Draco have been academic rivals since first year. Always competing to be top of the class. You have several classes with him every year. He compliments you just to mess with you. "Nice hair, l/n." He would taunt, scoffing in your face. It always annoyed you.

Draco was always handsome to you— handsome to everyone. He's a foot taller than you, blonde, all the things. You were the prettiest girl in your house, you turned heads yet you never payed attention to the heads you turned. It made sense for you guys to date, besides the 'hating each other' part. However, you always wondered if Draco found you pretty, too..

Your last class finally ends, Draco's eyes still focused on you, watching you put away your things. Once you leave, you and Draco finally go your seperate ways. You head to your dorm. You flop on your bed, feeling the relief of not being watched. You change into your pajamas: a knitted, off-shoulder, navy blue sweater paired with white sweatshorts.

You're relaxing on your phone, eating strawberries, like every other night. When all of the sudden, you hear a knock.

Not only are you startled— you're annoyed. Why would anyone be knocking at your door at 8pm? You roll your eyes and get up from you bed. You open the door gently, your bracelets jingling as you twist the doorknob, all to be met with that stupid blonde hair, Draco.

"What is it, Malfoy?" You ask, your voice dripping with irritation.

"L/n, we need to talk, now." He orders, inviting himself in. He steps in front of you, looking around to analyze your clean, colorful dorm.

"Look, Draco, I know these rumors are annoying–"

"They're more than annoying!" He cuts you off. "This shit aggravates me, l/n. We have to figure this. I'm so done with everyone asking me about you— about us." His yelling scares you a bit. But him saying 'us' sends your mind into a spiral of feelings you can't quite comprehend. He says it like there ever was an 'us'.

"Listen—um, how about..." you stammered, trying to figure out a solution to these rumors. "What ifff... we went along with it?" You suggested.

"...What?" His tone circulated with confusion. "Are you saying we should pretend to date?"

"Uh... yeah." You confirm, making eye contact with him.

"No. No no no no NO. Do you have any idea how horrible that would be? I'll have you know that would ruin my reputa—"

"No it won't." You cut him off. "It'll boost your reputation if anything. Think about it." Your eyelashes flutter. You look up at him as he towers over you, innocently convincing him.

"Fine." He gives in, running his hand through his greasy hair. You smile, proud of your persuasion skills.

"Hey I have an idea~" you announce.

"Oh, God. And that would be what?" He asks.

"Since it's Friday, you should stay here tonight! If people see you walking out of my dorm, that'll really get them talking." I suggest, tugging on the strings of his hoodie. At this point, both of you might fold. Draco thinks he may be able to get used to this. He breaks eye contact, looking away as you play with his hoodie strings. He runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip.

"Bloody hell, l/n.." he thinks about this for a second. Sharing a dorm on a weekend with the girl he hates the most, sharing a bed.. his mind races with thoughts he shouldn't be thinking about. He snaps back to reality. "Uh.. fuck it." He smirks sarcastically.

"I knew you'd say yes!" You smile.

"You're very uh... persuasive." Draco says. Your sweater falls of your shoulder, revealing the strap of your pink, lacy bra. "Your bra, y/n." He points to the exposed strap.

"Oh, this? I was gonna take it off anyway." You reach to your back, unclasping the bra and throwing it on the floor, your sweater still on so he doesn't see your tits just yet. Draco's eyes widen.

"Someone's confident, hm? Well if we're gonna pretend to date, we better start practicing PDA." Draco wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into him. His back against the wall. You put your right hand on his shoulder. He lowers his head to your wrist, biting on your bracelet. He pulls away from your bracelet and looks back at you. His hands move to your back, rubbing on the back of your sweater. He takes one of his hands off and grabs your face, kissing you. He groans as he presses his soft lips against yours. He holds the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. Your pupils dilate, wanting more. You kiss him back, more aggressively. Then you pull away again. "Such a needy girl." You kiss again, passionately making out, tongues swirling together. You feel his groin tightening, his boner pulsating against your waist. His veiny hands move from your back to your tummy, his thumbs rubbing on your belly button. He moves up again, his hands under your sweater, caressing your boobs. He rubs on your nipple a little before pulling up your sweater. "Your tits are perfect, sweetheart. I've been missing out." Draco's head lies on your chest, his tongue reaching out to swirl around your nipple. You let out a quiet moan as he sucks on your chest. He grabs your necklace and wraps it around your neck, pulling it so he can choke you. You moan as you gasp for air. Nibbling at your puffy pecks, he smiles as he sucks on you, looking at the satisfaction on your pretty face. He pulls away, finally acknowledging his rock-hard pants.

"Get on your knees f'me, hm?"

You nod, obediently getting on your knees for him." You look up at Draco, he's even taller than before. "Good girl." He coos, smirking at your submissiveness. You unbuckle his pants, revealing his boxers leaking with precum. His hard cock pulsating under the thin cloth. You pull down his boxers, his length springing out.

You give his dick a kiss, licking his tip. He groans at your movements. Trembling with excitement as you swirl your tongue around his sticky tip. You wrap your mouth around him, before diving into him. Draco begins to rock his hips, face fucking you. "Beautiful. So good for me, darling. Keep sucking it like a good girl." You obey, whining as you look up at him, barely able to breath with him stuffed in your mouth. "You can take it, babygirl, keep going~"

You pick up your speed, sucking on his cock faster. He moans as you grabs your hair, aggressively scooping it into a ponytail. Bloody hell, I'm gonna come, y/n." This makes you want him more, so you go faster. "Keep sucking and whining baby, let everyone hear how good you're sucking me." He orders. Your eyes tear up with pleasure. You whine at his girthy dick filling up your mouth. "Right there, princess. Fuckkk.." he cums in your mouth as you gag a bit. "Swallow, baby, swallow for me." You swallow his thick cum, his hot cream glazing your tongue. "Good girl."

You get up from your knees, Draco puts his pants back on. You both smile. You pull onto him for a hug, and he caresses your back.

"I can get used to this."

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[penguinlife]

Sunday Blog (18 May 2025)

I am ligit worried about Luke Newton. He launched his PR relationship with the fungas, and boom, he is just gone. He gave the S4 new couple launch clip an obligation like. He didn't like the renewal announcement. (Well, neither did Nic), and that was it. Now, that might be that they have not been confirmed for S5 & S6. It might be that they are moving to the Featherington spinoff.

Quick detour...

A Featherington spinoff with them all moving to the country post S4. The queen bestows a new estate to Lord and Lady Whistledown post a very eventful social season that Pen realises fame is not what she wants in life. The new estate is in shambles, and they set out to build a new life. It is on a smaller scale as Bridgerton. We get a new love story for Portia. Pen writes her own novel. We get introduced to new characters in the village. In the last episode, the queen pops in for a visit, demanding that LW return to the ton next season. This would fit in with a substantial time jump (4 years). S5 Eloise and Philips love story.

Back to my post.

I feel like Luke and Nic need to admit to the mess this has become and apologise. But I know this is unrealistic. I just feel like it has caused a lot of harm to their images.

So very interesting, the poll I did asking who was responsible for this mess. More than 60% believe that it is orchestrated and fake. There was no consensus on who might be responsible. But most people blamed Luke and both their PR teams. It was unfair to add the PR teams. Because they essentially work for their clients, and they don't have their own ulterior motives. I very strongly believe that a Gen Z PR person at Shondaland/Netflix used chat GPT to come up with this strategy. Because no person in the business with more than 10 years would even suggest that to pull in 2 young fame hungry wannabes as partners is a good idea. Having Luke present as a single guy working on his career and Nic in a private relationship with someone also focussed on her career, much better optics. Nic and Luke are just besties. Addressing the rumours head-on. But that does not serve the S4 new leads at all.

I must say, I am very disappointed that I can't stand Jake anymore because of Nic and his Shenanigans on the pink carpet. I would've loved to support his work. But I literally want to gag when I see those pics. I feel like a good step in redeeming himself would be to remove them from his tags. Show that he is not using Nicola.

Another detour...

Where should Luke and Nicola disappear to for the summer holidays

Ok. So if it was up to me, I would rent a property in the South of France, with a private chef and pool. Spend 6 weeks just lounging around and spending private time together. Maybe have some friends/family join for a few days.

Back to where is Luke. Does anyone know if they have wrapped S4 yet? To me it makes sense that Luke would not like the S3 anniversary clip, because why would they push him to have this fake ass relationship and then turn around and post a Polin BTS/First kiss scene. I think they know we know, so the clips were to repair some of the damage. We have had a weird sort of confirmation that the cast and crew are on lockdown regarding anything S4. Probably to control the public discourse around the new season. It has already not been too promising. First, the association to Mr Darcy. I almost laughed myself into a coma with that one. Then, the exact same line from everyone at SAG. As if they were handed a script on what to say about the new season.

This is not the first time a show/movie has rolled out a prelaunch damage control strategy. My question is, how bad is it. Is it just the chemistry?

[batsplat]

I know need to know what the fuck was the honda three rider team about. Bc that sounds made up as fuck

historical silly season: 2010 edition!

in early 2010, casey had very much had enough of ducati

rumours are that he'd already been looking to break his contract for the 2010 season after how ducati had handled the whole mystery illness 2009 saga... releasing inaccurate statements about his condition to the press without his consent, implying his diet was to blame - as well as offering jorge a shit ton of money to come ride for them. crucially more than they were paying casey

this was from mid 2009 and the vibes were already BAD back then... it's hard to know how seriously to take retirement rumours from the time given casey just wasn't. really... talking to the press, so a lot of the times the media was relying on other sources from inside his camp or just wildly speculating

anyway, casey did see out the 2010 season with ducati, but at the start of the year he essentially gave them an ultimatum - he wanted them to rip up his proposed contract and have them show him how much he was worth to them. they did not do so

according to casey, he already signed a contract at the second round of the season in jerez, which gives you a sense of how done he was with all things ducati - but it was only announced after the seventh round in july. the move was made smoother by casey's existing close relationship with livio suppo, who had himself recently made the switch from ducati to honda

very much the right time to make the move for sure. at the time, there was speculation that casey's poor results in the first half of the season was due to decreased motivation, which of course he strongly denied. really, it was the fault of the bike and team - and casey would show as much the following year at honda

one little problem. honda already had two factory contracted riders for 2011: dani and dovi. now, dani had been honda's wunderkind since forever, and after their last world champ nicky hayden - who was not on particularly warm terms with dani's camp, it has to be said - departed the team, dovi had been the chosen replacement. dovi was a long time honda loyalist, even when he was riding their underpowered bikes to championship runner up positions against jorge in 250cc, and he'd also had a highly impressive rookie season

2009 had not been a particularly great year for either factory honda rider, partly due to bike performance partly due to injuries partly due to... rider performance. it was a rough year for dovi in particular, despite his win in tricky conditions at donington (all four aliens deliver quite funny performances at that race in different ways. not exactly the finest of hours for any of them)

when casey's signing was announced, honda initially went 'okay three factory blokes but maybe we'll have two in the real team and then one in a fake team'

the problem, right, is that it costs a lot of money to field a three man team - this is why honda was so keen on the red bull option, because then they could pay for the seat

honda confirmed its intention to have four factory honda riders in 2011, those three and sic, in mid-september. but they still needed to figure out where to put them. they didn't manage to get the funds to put casey in a separate team, and then they tried to put dovi on the satellite squad:

now, dovi was on a 2+1 contract, with 2009-10 guaranteed and an option to extend for another year. the contract included a performance clause - and dovi was having a more successful 2010 season, so hrc was having some trouble forcing dovi to accept the move:

so yeah, obviously not exactly great behaviour to sign a third rider when your team is already essentially full... and then immediately spend the next few months trying to get rid of one of your existing riders who is still entitled to that seat

some more details:

for a while, dovi looked like he might be leaning towards accepting it, and was certainly keen to stress that he wasn't rejecting gresini due to his interpersonal issues with some of the team's personnel. this from september:

eventually, repsol agreed to fund the whole thing so that honda could honour their commitments to all three riders:

so, one team for all of them, if still a wee bit of healthy internal separation

and by november the whole thing was sorted

honda did have some internal precedent for this! in 1997, they fielded three factory riders: doohan, criville and okada

also back in the day they did just create shell teams organised around one rider, which is of course where valentino spent his first two years in the premier class

and here's the updated version from 2011!

anyway, it was only something honda was willing to do for one year, and in the end dovi decided to jump ship to yamaha rather than accept internal demotion. the fight for p3 in the championship went right down to the final race in valencia - and it must have been incredibly satisfying for dovi to snatch it from dani there

after this... look, basically they changed the rules to make it two entries at most per team, then they changed it back for like? two years? so that four riders were technically allowed. and then they changed their mind again. now it's just two - obviously teams are allowed wildcards, but they couldn't do this three man team thing anymore nowadays

teams generally wouldn't even want to do this because it's a lot of hassle and, most importantly, money. so yeah, unlikely to make a comeback. very much a quirky curio that won't be replicated... could be funny though. if they want to change the rules again

[tsutsumi-kurose]

The announcer in 101 confirms the ones participating in the school play are first years, and since Tsukasa helped on it it means he's also a first year. Because Amane was a second year in 1969 they both would have been first years in 1968, meaning that's when Amane was fixing the clock...basically, it hasn't been officially stated it's 1968, fans just did the math.

Anyway! I wanted to ask: in the last chapter, when Akane stops time and freezes everyone in place, you can see that Tsukasa is grabbing Amane's jacket. Do you have any thoughts on this? I like how Tsukasa seems to grow more serious after Amane throws that accusation at him...I think it's something new? Tsukasa is used to being called a fake, but perhaps this is the first time Amane has done it. Regardless, the way he seems to show more concern for Amane ("Amane, look behind you") really shows Tsukasa's own feelings are a low priority for himself. Though maybe he's just able to prioritize the very real threat Kako presents to them both. I like to think Tsukasa's grab might've been to protect Amane from Kako, the beginnings of a maneuver to neutralize the threat...

Regardless I think it is so disappointing Tsukasa didn't get a true chance to react or say anything...I have to assume that was intentional on Kako's part. ;_; But!!!! What do you think?

ooh thank you sm for clarifying that!! see this is why fandom is the best ever, media is even better when you get to talk about it with other people who love it (and who are better at doing this kind of math lmao) <3

and anon you KNOW i have thoughts about it!! lol the jacket grab k i l l s me. i think it's deliberately vague, but i definitely interpret this stance as protective as well!!

hands on amane, curled, ready to pull him close or push him aside, while his eyes are on kako, who he just warned hanako about, so who i assume he sees as a threat in this moment.

and god, i love the "amane, behind you" even more.

how quintessentially tsukasa. not a moment spared for his own physical or emotional needs, not when amane could be in danger. no matter what hanako hurls at him, the first thought in his brain is always to protect him. amane can push him and yell at him and kill him and say he's not his brother--and none of it is ever enough to keep him from protecting him. i don't know if he even had the time to process what hanako was saying, because it seems like kako got up the very second hanako mentioned being suspicious of tsukasa. tsukasa is in protecting amane mode before hanako can even declare his verdict.

the words also sound almost like he's making a request... no panic in his voice, no shoving amane away to protect him. no offensive moves against hanako even though tsukasa would definitely win. looking up to amane, not wanting to break free from his hold or yell at him, even with what hanako has just said. it's such an interesting response, and so sad. everything on hanako's terms, no force used here. just a soft warning.

i definitely agree that it is emotionally crushing to not get tsukasa's response to being called an imposter… but in a way, i think we did? is ignoring the accusation in favor of protecting amane not all the response hanako--and readers--need? is that not a way of saying "you are more important than any negative thing you could say to me or any questionable state of my soul"? is that not proving that, possessed or not, tsukasa's priority is protecting amane? maybe he would have more to say if the situation weren't so dire, and i would love to hear it!! but he still says so much with the limited time he's given here.

but!! that's just my personal reading as someone who loves tsukasa very much and is very invested in his and hanako/amane's relationship. i think so many of these expressions and actions and panels are very deliberately up to interpretation. i think that's why there's been so much interesting debte after this chapter! this was a chapter of many new mysteries and questions; i think the readings of this chapter are very swayed by readers' preset opinions and feelings, bc we actually don't really learn much! (at least anything definitive about the tsukasa/god situation). and i find that SO interesting and a both testament to aidairo's talent and a beautiful example of how much a reader brings to a story. i love how emotionally swept up in this story i get, and how the clue hunting this chapter is so emotionally informed. i think it's so beautiful that aidairo almost aren't letting us have the one without the other, yknow? we don't have information, so we readers have to let our feelings guide us! how beautiful!! how on theme for the story as a whole!!

as for what kako's goal was… i'm still pretty dumbfounded!! but to offer some very scattered thoughts and theories: he definitely seems to act on hanako's words, and given that the year on the little clock we see lines up with amane messing with the big clock, i think whatever kako has planned might have something specifically to do with hanako/amane's beliefs, motivations, actions, etc… he says the god is the root of the problem, but wouldn't there be so many other opportunities to do something about it that aren't in 1968? if they're going to 1968 then amane must be the one whose actions change things the most? unless whatever tragedy happened that the disembodied hand talks about in 101 is what they're going to fix? or maybe there was a point in 1968 when the god was particularly vulnerable, or gained more power?

in terms of the timing of kako's interruption, it could just be that kako was waiting for a certain confession or puzzle piece, and he simply acted as soon as he heard it… though it would be very interesting if he was trying to keep the twins from communicating for some reason!! and 101 tsukasa's whole "do you want me to stay, or would you rather me gone? it's time you decide what you want, amane" haunts me always lol, so maybe kako went back to change that specific choice? and that maybe made him want to prevent anything else from being said between them? it would be really interesting, but i really have no idea about that at this point!!

i hope this wasn't too disjointed or hard to follow lol, thank you so much for the ask!! i was so excited to talk about this!! and still so many thoughts to sort out lol

[starry-hughes]

random au thoughts for the day

i didn’t realize they were all getting long until the end…

in my head baylor is vegetarian for some reason. her brothers say she’s eating “rabbit food” when she’s just eating carrots and apples. she carries snacks around for herself because she doesn’t expect people to just always accommodate her and having safe foods on her is better so when her and jack get together and he brings her home for the summer, he asks his mom to buy specific snacks for her. so when baylor gets there she slowly realizes the pantry has a “baylor only” section

charlie and noodle lounging out somewhere while trevor is playing golf and charlie is like “trevor thinks these flowers for the wedding but i like these but they don’t go together at all so we can’t have both. and don’t even get me started on the cake flavor!” and noodle is just laying there listening like yes mom ur always correct, dad is wrong

daisy’s kid germs have gotten the best of her and she’s sick and pitiful with her runny nose. and she’s requesting cuddles all day. sometimes mom and quinn need a bathroom break so jack has to step in for cuddles. they ask daisy if swimming will make her feel better because they can see if she’s really sick if she says no or faking it if she says yes and she says no to swimming and mom is like oh god she’s sick sick

mac and brock discussing baby names. brock has mac’s head in his lap and her little bump is showing out of the bottom of her shirt and brock is suggesting funny names just to make mac laugh. they don’t really remember how they landed on the topic of names since they are still early and don’t fully have the gender confirmed but listening to one another’s names is a fun thing for them, just hearing the meaning behind some of the names makes it special.

kasey and mackie are spending the time when mackie isn’t practicing out by the pool. kasey’s ankle is still sprained/broken so mackie makes sure she’s being very cautious at all times. she doesn’t really go swimming in the pool but mackie does so she will sit on the edge with her legs in while mackie swims around her and talks to her. he tells her to be careful moving her ankle in the water but she’s convinced it helps it heal.

kendall and elias went to a little market today. kendall was basically toting around elias as her translator and someone to carry her items. she’s picking up farmer fresh produce and items from small businesses and she’s like “elias look!” and he’s happily translating for her when she needs it and he’s carrying all their bags by the end of it, but he doesn’t mind because she is enjoying herself. she’s just wanting to buy things from every stand too because she’s like “they deserve support!”

sawyer and quinn doing family photos with poppy because they never really set out baby announcements or anything on social media so it’s a complete surprise to the public when sawyer and quinn post pictures of them and poppy (poppy’s face not pictured) and saying that their girl turns 6 months old on june 1st and how fast time has gone and everything

brooks and luke are in michigan and poor brooklyn spent most of the season nursing her brother with his injury and now she’s got her sling boy luke and she is always asking him if he’s okay or if anything hurts since he recently had surgery for it. when he’s getting into bed for the night, she will check on the incisions and trace her fingers over the forming and healing scars. luke hasn’t told her how it gives him goosebumps.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 95 🔞

Prompt: An unexpected text

Tags: Unprotected sex (it’s me, duh), rebound sex

A/N: A continuation of Day 91. This is more like the aftermath of an unexpected text.

“I just…can’t believe she did that,” Sunwoo finished telling Kevin what happened between Wonyoung and him earlier that night.

”That’s really fucked up,” Kevin agreed, taking a sip of his drink. 

“I keep asking myself why? Like why would she do that?” Sunwoo sighed.

”Fake pregnancy announcements are pretty popular April Fool’s jokes, but I feel like it’s in poor taste,” Kevin shrugged.

”You’re so articulate after how many drinks?” Sunwoo asked.

”I don’t have a liver. That’s my secret,” Kevin teased. 

“I should’ve known,” Sunwoo tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a cough.

”What do you need? Now that you’ve told me what happened, what can I do for you?” Kevin asked. Sunwoo stopped, unsure of the first thought that popped into his head. “What?”

“Let me suck you off,” Sunwoo dared say it out loud.

”You don’t want me to suck you off?” Kevin questioned. 

“No, I want to suck you off. I mean, only if you’re open to it,” Sunwoo replied.

”I’m fine with being a rebound. Though you might enjoy getting fucked more. It can really take your mind off things,” Kevin agreed.

”You top?” Sunwoo blurted out. Kevin laughed.

”Yes, I top. I mean really it depends on who I’m with, but I think you need to be topped by someone who knows what they’re doing right now,” he said.

”Fuck it, yeah, sure, show me how it’s done,” Sunwoo agreed. 

“Have you ever bottomed before?” Kevin asked.

”It’s been a while,” Sunwoo replied.

”A while like years?” Kevin continued.

”Yeah,” Sunwoo admitted, not really thinking too hard about it.

”Do you want me to take it slow or do you just want me to fuck your brains out?” Kevin asked.

”The latter,” Sunwoo replied.

”I mean I’m still gonna prep you a little,” Kevin told him.

”I figured,” Sunwoo nodded. Kevin finished his drink and looked at Sunwoo.

”Then get naked for me,” he said. Sunwoo did as he was told as Kevin retrieved some lube and put his glassware away. It felt like a blur when Kevin undressed, coated his fingers in lube, and began opening Sunwoo up. This was definitely not how he’d expected this night to go. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept with one of his bandmates. It wouldn’t even be the third (what happens at League Night stays at League Night), but something about this felt different. Maybe it was as Kevin stated, the rebound. He was trying to get his mind off dumping his girlfriend. He’d offered to suck Kevin’s cock. And now here he was taking Kevin’s cock.

”You good?” Kevin asked as he bottomed out.

”Yeah, I’m good,” Sunwoo confirmed. He felt full in a way he hadn’t in a long time. It felt good. It felt really good.

”Can I move?” Kevin looked down at him. From this angle, Sunwoo could fully appreciate all the effort Kevin put into his body. His abs and arms were the stuff people write poems about.

”Yes,” Sunwoo was starting to feel cock drunk and they’d barely even started. Kevin began to rock his hips, moving slowly in and out of Sunwoo’s body. “You can go faster.”

”You sure?” Kevin asked.

”You said getting fucked would take my mind off things, so fuck me,” Sunwoo smirked.

”Can do,” Kevin smirked back, switching to long, hard strokes that grazed Sunwoo’s prostate easily.

”Oh fuck,” Sunwoo grunted.

”Forgot about that?” Kevin teased.

”Maybe,” Sunwoo replied. Kevin continued to fuck him and Sunwoo let himself get lost in the feeling of Kevin in and around him. He let his brain slip into a blissful state of pleasure, letting himself be used by Kevin. There wasn’t any agenda here. No jokes that went wrong. Just pleasure.

”Are you always this loud?” Kevin asked.

”What?” Sunwoo looked up at him.

”You’re being really fucking loud. Not that I mind, but just curious,” Kevin said.

”Oh, um, maybe?” Sunwoo honestly wasn’t sure. Kevin shrugged and kept going, pushing Sunwoo closer to his release. It took him by surprise when Kevin angled his hips to hit Sunwoo’s prostate perfectly. He came in a mixture of guttural moans, obscenities, and Kevin’s name. Kevin fucked him through his orgasm and then finished inside him, filling Sunwoo with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

”Did that help?” Kevin asked, carefully pulling out and flopping next to Sunwoo on the bed.

”Yeah, that did it,” Sunwoo grinned at him.

”Perfect,” Kevin smiled back.

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

Sorry to ask but is this John a fake Sugden really a killer like it's done that he's now bad and it can not end well for Aaron and him or they can still redeem him. Is he BAD that has to die or get jail time?

I'm not even watching but I need to know and try to undertand WTF that shadow of Aaron Dingle and fucking ass Victoria are being besties and talking about this guy as he was something good. When all my dash has told me is that he had not real sl involving anything but fucking A and having one ugly expresion.

How bad is that Aaron Dingle that is on the show. Like I want Robert to comeback and do not give a fuck about him anymore be like vanity who seem like they were never married make A fight for Robert please make him explain why he was okay with marrying Robert's lost brother. Make it make sense. 😭😭😭

John is (as far as we know now) a real Sugden... not that it makes any difference to the story but I digress.

He is definitely not redeemable - he killed Nate, put his army buddy/lover in a coma (not confirmed but very likely), swapped his and Jacob's coffees so Jacob would get the almond milk one - when he's got a nut allergy - so John could save the day and save him, he swapped out Chas' pain meds with stronger ones so she'd pass out and he could play the hero, he framed Ella for the pills and the stalking (throwing a brick through a window in the pub, cancelling Chas and Liam's wedding by pretending to send an email as Liam) and he says he buried anthony's body - but won't tell anyone where.

But his and Aaron's epic romance was basically - they met on a dating app, arranged to meet up for a hook up, for reasons i don't remember they ended up meeting in robron's layby and fucking in John's stupid van, and then john took off with Aaron's wallet and hoodie. He rocked up in the village because said stupid van broke down - and to give aaron his stuff back (I think), then vic threw herself at him because omg FAMILY. He was a bitch to her and to Aaron - but that's Aaron's thing so they fucked about it.

Then Vic found out and told Aaron john was a sugden, Aaron had a .02 second break down over it where he wanted nothing to do with john anymore - but then john said "i know you want me" and saved his life after calling the police on an illegal fight - and Aaron was so grateful that he basically asked him to move in right away.

john took aaron camping in december and told him about his ex lover in the army and kind of nagged Aaron until he told him he loved him.

They got caught up in the Ruby/Caleb murder mystery thing a bit - but only on the sidelines.

Then chas and liam got engaged and Liam announced their engagement in the pub, they had a party and john proposed to Aaron in the least romantic way possible.

And now they're full steam ahead to the wedding of the year (when their epic love story has had 0 focus and they've only known each other since August last year) and Aaron is constantly declaring his love for him - so you know it's all going to go to shit.

TLDR: John is a real Sugden, a killer, not redeemable, and it's going to end in tears for Aaron sooner or later.

[snalsupremacy]

2024 Events (Complete!)

2022 list

2023 list

And once again, these are not all the events, just the ones I come across with :)

Mickey Mouse is now public domain baby

Tom Scott retires from weekly uploads

MatPat retires

Duolingo bad?!

Toby Fox drew Reigen and Sans for Valentine's day.. A bit early? Eh, maybe it's another country's VD. Also birdie and Spamtom were there

OFMD cancelled

SAG-AFRA signed contract to allow AI voices in video games

Haha! Tumbrl live to be GONE in jan 24th! yahoo!

King charles diagnosed with cancer (we dont know which one) and, wouldn't you know it, Trysha Paytas announces her second pregnancy

Nicki Minaj spirals after Megan Thee Stalion disses her in response to Nicki's constant & blatand shade for her...

Kristen Stewart causing mass gay panic with her roling stone magazine photoshoot

Vtuber agency Nijisanji under fire after mistreatment of employee almost cost their life

Nimona whole movie FREE on youtube!! with captions!!

Popular transwoman tumbrl user gets banned for posting transition pics, causing discussions of tumbrl CEO's incopetence and the porn ban targetting trans people more than actual porn

Nonbinary 16 year-old american teenager Nex Benedict dies a day after getting beat up by students in their school. While the autopsy claims the death isn't because of the injuries, they might be lying. There's also the possibility of suicide, which would still be linked with the bullying and transphobia they suffered. Rest in peace Nex Benedict.

ATLA live action not that good, but from what I hear could be worse!

Minecraft youtuber Wilboor Soot revealed to have abused his ex-gf Shelby, posts terrible "apology"

James somerton posts ANOTHER apology video and I kid you not it's called "A Measured Response" in reference to HBomb's series of the same name

Willy Wonka event is a total scam and it looks awful and there a new character called the unknown that is terrifing also the whole thing was made by a guy using AI

Legendary Mangaka Akira Toriyama passes away at 68, The amount of people in this world that'll miss him... It's over 8000! Rest in Peace Toriyama <3

Stardrew Valley major update

Nickelodion docu about how Dan Shneyder is a total creep and Spencer goated with the sauce

Red v Blue queerbait was acutally going to be canon?!

Tumbrl's april fool's joke this year was the ability to "boop" other users, fun!

guy from firefighter show confirmed bi, yay!

Ziraldo morre aos 91 anos ;-;

Solar eclipse yay yay yay!!

Iran attckas Israel (no bombs reach bc of israel's iron thingy i forgot the name)

Jojo siwa new song turns the internet over. Breaking news: child who grew up in the entertainment industry is a mal-adjusted adult?!?!

ICE ADOLESENCE CANCELLED I HOPE THE MAPPA EXECS GO BANKRUPT

Watcher moving from youtube to a inscription program which is a terrible idea in all ways

New Taylor Swift album. Public consensus: Mid-to-not-good. Swiftie consensus: MASTERPIECE OMG ITS PERFECT

Columbia college taken over by palestinian protests

THEY KILLED THE CW SNIPER

Dan and Phill girlies going insane bc one of them tweeted a orange heart?

May the 4th be with you!

Kendrick Lamar and Drake drama summary here

Eurovision commences

EUROPAPA DISQUALIFIED THE DREAM IS DEAD.

Welp, this year's Eurovision was a shitshow. Same time next year?

Nintendo to announce the new console "this fiscal year"

James Somerton fakes his death then uses an alt to post pics of his private parts TOT

SPN actors Ty olson and DJ qualls are engaged! Mazal Tov to them and to this gay ass fandom!!

(jjk soilers) the brain thing took over gojo's body LMAOOO

KABUSO THE DOGE DOG PASSED AWAY NOOOOOOOO TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT

qsmp coming to an end thank G-d

#april: 3ds + wii u internet shut down (via @chaotixxx337)

I'm severely depressed and can't keep up with anything

that being said, congratulations Thailand for being the first SEA country to legalize Same-sex marriage!!

mario and luigi brothership announced (via @chaotixxx337 )

Gainax OVER ITS JOEVER HAHA GOODBYE EVANGELION THEYRE BANKRUPT

Artfight! yay!

Joost and Kaarija collab?!

Shelley Duvall dies at age 75 TOT

Streamer sketch outed for being previously a gay sex worker

Streamer Dr Disrespect is found out to have in-appropriately texted minors

Genshin back at it again by making entire regions based in places like south/central America and Africa and including everything except the melanin 😐😐can hoyoverse go bankrupt already

Trump association attempt (only hurts his ear)

Biden has covid

BIDEN STEPS DOWN FROM RE-ELECTION

DIZZY, VENOM, NEW CHARACTER, AND LUCY EDGERUNNERS IN GUILTY GEAR STRIVE

(jjk spoiler) nobara confirmed dead

VP Kamala Harris to run for president in US election

Oh uh, famous commentary youtuber Kody Ko definitely had sex with a minor and refuses to talk about it!

What the fuck is book of bill

UZUMAKI COMING SEPTEMBER 28 THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER OMG

Oh lord the Book of Bill is an ARG

Turns out they really are having technical difficulties. We've been staring at a picture of Soos for days over nothing.

Oh yeah the Olympics ar happening, go sports!

MY HERO ACADEMIA FINALLY ENDED. WE'RE FREEEEEE

Olympics going awesome, highlights is BRASIL MLEHOR PAIS DO MUNDO CAMPEÃO REBECA ANDRADE MINHE RAINHA also a guy who lost the poll jumping bc of his dick

Neil Gaimen, author of famous books like "Coraline" and "Good Omens" is revealed to have been a creepy dude towards young girls

new umbrella academy season is shit

MG announced a new album we are so back

BRAZILIAN MIKU IS LOVE BRAZILIAN MIKU IS LIFE

BRITANY MANSON NOT YOU TOO

[jjk spoiler] NOBARA KUGISAGI IS ALIVE FEMINISM IS BACK ON!!!!!!!!!

Minecraft movie trailer! Good news: Jack black. Bad news: Everything else💀

Nicokado Avocado revealed that he is actually skinny and all the videos were from 2 years ago, which is insane to say the least

Twitter no longer in Brazil. Good luck to Twitter without us there lmfao. We were the best part of that app anyway🙄

Splatoon 3 ended? i didn't even know a game could.. end? why? its so popular tho? i don't get it

Moo Deng the baby hippo

VOLTRON WILL BE TAKEN OFF NETFLIX RIP BOZO

meteor will orbit earth for about a week meaning we'll have a secondary mini-moon :D

babe wake up, Mozart just dropped (insert GTA6 joke here)

Uzumaki bad. 5 years of wait for nothing. the dream is dead.

VOLTRON LIVE-ACTION STARTING HENRY CAVIL

Gayshit Impact voice actors on strike!! Hope they win fr!! fuck hoyoverse so much!!!

Liam from 1D dies at 33

TYLER ANNOUNCED NEW ALBUM CHROMAKOPIA LETS GO

this happened in aug but the CEO of youtube DIED?! how did I not hear of that now?!

SONADOW GENERATIONS IS GOOD GUYS A SONIC GAME IS GOOD ITS GOOD WE DID IT

happy halloweeen!

i was born

vatican anime girl mascot called Luce who is really cute and also a missionary

its us election day and also destiel 4 aniversary

TRUMP WON??????

fucking Santa and Moo Deng are trump supporters what is going on

Arcane S2 yipee

Tony Todd, actor in Candyman, passed away at age 69

DSMP work now downloadable, pretty neat!

idk man a lot of stuff happened i lost the plot... arcane ended... uhh...

mike tyson vs jake paul FDDDDDDDDDDDX1 (my dog just walked on the keyboard mbv) anyway jake paul wins

wicked movie

THEY GAVE SHADOW A GUN

THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED COMING TO NETFLIX I AM ASCENDINGGG

UNC Healthcare CEO shot with bullets that read "Deny, Defend, Depose". Shooter ID still unknown but general public loves him

isuocha canon who cares honestly I hope my hero crashes and burns and horikoshi never has another successful work ever again-qTHEY FOUND THE SHOOTER??

United healthcare CEO shooter id as Luigi Mangioli who among many things has a crhtonic back issue, loves the pokemon breloom, and had a good reads acc

Star trek short that shows kirk traveling realities to be with spock on his death bed

The syrian government collapsed???

GARASHIR CANON?!?

The Luigi situation just keeps getting worse man, this Florida woman got arrested for saying "deny defend depose" on the phone line, he's getting tried for TERRORISM(???) like what is even going on anymore

Former US president Jimmy Carter dead at 100

PANTY AND STOCKING IS COMING BACVK AFTER 14 YEArs

happy new year!!

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 17

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Meanwhile, back at the compound, John entered the kitchen where the Avengers were sitting.

“You know John if I’d known you were coming I’d have rolled out the red carpet or at least made more pancakes.” Tony jabbed.

“Thanks, Stark but not necessary” John nodded and Tony rolled his eyes.

“As I’m sure you all know my beloved wife is missing and I’m very worried,” John rambled “and I believe she may have come here.”

“Why would she have come here?” Steve asked.

“Ah, my hero!” John smiled “You know I hope I’m filling up those big shoes of yours,” he smacked Steve on the shoulder.

“Hardly,” Bucky snorted making Natasha smirk.

“So yes to answer your question my wife has had some troubles lately. She thinks everyone is trying to kill her. She isn’t well. And I need to get her back home so I can take care of her.”

“Well she isn’t here,” Tony said, “You’re welcome to search the place.”

“Oh, believe me, my people are Stark,” John smiled.

You stood in a large room briefcase clutched to your chest. Thor stood beside you. A woman entered the room. The most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on. You couldn’t help but watch her every move.

She stopped at Thor and took his face in her hands and smiled “Son you’re back. Thank the gods” she smiled. She then looked at you and you lowered your head immediately “Y/n please don’t be afraid to look at me, I know all about you, and you are safe here,” she tried to comfort you. “No one can reach here,” she confirmed.

All you could do was smile and nod. Wanting to believe her but at the same time not. What wouldn’t you give to trust someone. You thanked her meekly and then the ladies were ordered to show you your room.

You had been on Asgard for a few weeks but you always kept yourself to the room you were assigned. You were out of your depth here, how could you escape a God? Fuck why did you agree to this? But somehow Frigga sensed your fear. Every time you felt a panic attack coming on she seemed to appear and slow you down.

One day Odin announced a ball for some celebration. You were glad, it would mean no one would come near you for a while. You could have peace. Until Loki entered your chambers, you could never help but laugh any time he strutted in.

“Must you?” He would always ask faking annoyance.

“Most definitely yes, when you walk in like this” you laughed mimicking Loki.

“Okay little human sit down before I smite you” he warned.

"You love me, you could never do such a thing,” you smiled.

It’s true, Loki ignored you at the start, Midgardians were beneath him, then he had a conversation with you and he became intrigued by you. Now he had actually made friends with you. He was sure you were a witch. You obviously did some spell to make him care about you.

“Loki,” you said smiling always happy to see him. You flung one arm over him and hugged him. “Come tell me a new story,”

You were infuriating, acting like a child making him tell you stories of old. He would never admit it but he liked it.

“Must we little human, It’s so tiresome,” he groaned unconvincingly.

You smiled brightly “We must, I love it when you teach me things Loki,” You patted his shoulder, giving your best sad eyes.

Loki pretended to huff “I’m glad the gods never graced me with a sister.”

You poked him stating “You love me,”

“I am a god, we don’t love” he jested.

After the story he looked at you “Y/n,” he said I bit too serious for your liking “We want you to come to the ball.”

“Loki, please I can’t,” You started to panic and then took control of yourself.

“Anyway, I have nothing to wear and I don’t think anything would match my beautiful bracelet” you laughed raising your arm with the suitcase attached.

“Little human, you know Thor would only have to put his hammer on this suitcase and no one would ever be able to lift it. We could even do it in the grand room, so you could have an eye on it at all times.” He tried to convince you.

Then Thor had walked In and the both of them together tried to prove to you it would be safe.

"Please Y/n, I really need the most beautiful woman to dance with at the ball” Loki worked his charms.

“Okay,” You rolled your eyes.” You don’t need to try and feed my ego, I don’t have one.”

Thor and Loki tried to interject. But you raised your hand " I’m not looking for compliments they make me uncomfortable. Just bare with me and my trust issues. But I will try it.”

Thor clapped his hands while Loki just remained the same. But you swore you saw a hint of a smile.

@kandis-mom @silverfire475 @rivthejellyfish

[aemiron-main]

From what I remember the casting call for George said he was a 14 year old and recently they revealed Henry would be a freshman in HS (14-15 years old), while the party’s parents are said to be seniors? So are you under the impression that they’re lying about Henry’s age in the play and Louis is actually playing 12 year old Henry, and that there also is in fact a real character named George, who is 14, but has yet to be announced, with them saving that casting reveal for the premiere? Or are you under the impression that it is indeed a fake name, but not for Henry’s character, for one of the older actors already announced? I know timeline hijinks are in the midst, so it is possible that Henry being 12 according to the show and a freshman according to the play might be for a specific reason. But again, in the case of the play specifically, Henry is said to be a freshman, so he fits the bill as George based on that alone. It’s possible they could be lying about aspects or leaving certain details out, as they have even lied about Henry’s name before in the casting call for s4 with it being ‘Ashe’ instead of Henry. In this case I don’t really blame fans for assuming history is just repeating for spoiler purposes as opposed to assuming that everything they’ve announced publicly about the play thus far surrounding Henry is false. Aging up Henry and confusing fans, only to age him down to where people assumed he was to begin with, is not making a lot of sense to me. Only a very small fraction of viewers even know about the George leak, so I feel like giving the George leak all this weight as this irrefutable fact is starting to look like a losing battle at this point. 

Hey, anon!

To kick this off, you asked:

“So are you under the impression that they’re lying about Henry’s age in the play and Louis is actually playing 12 year old Henry, and that there also is in fact a real character named George, who is 14, but has yet to be announced, with them saving that casting reveal for the premiere? Or are you under the impression that it is indeed a fake name, but not for Henry’s character, for one of the older actors already announced? “

And to put it simply, I think that George is a fake name for Allen Munson, and I think that Louis is playing 12 year old Henry.

As James talked about here, Allen Munson being George would explain why George-Betty was compared to Hellcheer/Chrissy and Eddie Munson, with Allen being Eddie’s father.

Allen Munson could easily be in that 14-15 year old range- we don’t know how old he is.

After all, in the show, Wayne Munson says that he himself was a kid during the Creel murders. And we don’t know the age gap between Allen and Wayne, and we don’t know if Wayne is using “kid” as a catchall for anyone under 18/including teens, but my point is, we don’t have a confirmed age for Allen.

As far as Henry being labelled as a freshman, I talked about that in this post!

And there’s also the play on words aspect of it- “freshman,” refers to the highschool category/age, but also refers to a newcomer, and Henry is most definitely a newcomer because he just moved to Hawkins. So, I won’t be surprised if the “freshman,” thing is a cheeky play on words regarding a.) Henry being new to Hawkins and b.) people being confused about Henry’s age because of Louis’ casting.

And even IF Henry is a freshman, the stuff from the George leaks STILL doesn’t line up with him! The personality doesn’t line up! The “powers” don’t line up!

IF Henry is a freshman, then sure, he fits that aspect of the bill for George- but Allen Munson likely does too. And Allen fits the personality traits that we see in the auditions, and also is more likely to fit with the “powers” that George has (which are actually more likely tied to that weird “radio wave that kills people” that’s mentioned in the audition), as they don’t align with Henry’s powers at all- George mostly talks about hearing voices telling him to do bad things, something that Henry never mentions, not even during his whole 1979 monologue.

Also, that Collider article mentions the Betty and George casting asking for 14-15 year olds- which, that casting call/article etc was a fair while before TFS/any 14-15 year olds at the time of that casting call could be an older teenager at this post/at the time of the play, so they may have been accounting for how much time would elaspe between casting calls vs the play, so both Patty and George may actually be older than 14 or 15.

And Patty/Betty is at least 15 based on this dialogue- which, her being exactly 15 would mean she’s been hiding in the confession booth since she was a newborn, which is unlikely- so there’s actually a chance that Patty is an older teen/16 years old.

Either way, regardless of what you think makes sense re: seemingly confusing the audience about Henry’s age/the freshman comment, the reality is that 12 is the canon age of Henry Creel as of 1959, and the play is both canon and set in 1959.

You also talked about “in the case of the play,” but something that I think is worth keeping in mind here is that you can’t just separate the play from the show like that because the play has been repeatedly confirmed to be completely canon to the show & that they’re working hard to make sure that everything lines up lore-wise.

Here’s the play being confirmed as canon:

And here’s them talking about how they’re making sure that all of the play lore lines up with the show:

So, separating it into the play vs the show doesnt work because the play is canon to the show. The lore is supposed to line up. So, if Henry IS older than 12, then there’s definitely some timeline fuckery going on, but there’s still very much the option that Allen is George.

“In this case I don’t really blame fans for assuming history is just repeating for spoiler purposes as opposed to assuming that everything they’ve announced publicly about the play thus far surrounding Henry is false. “

I don’t really understand what you’re saying here.

Like, Henry being George was never announced . Ever. That didn’t happen. The identity of George has never been revealed. I’m not sure what you mean by “everything they’ve announced publicly about the play thus far surrounding Henry is false,” because that’s not what I’m saying and they haven’t announced a single thing about George’s identity in the play or Henry’s age in the play (besides that freshman line that I talked about earlier).

So, if Henry isn’t George, there’s not really anything that would he retconned there/nothing that was announced that would turn out to be false because they never announced that he was George, and they never explicitly announced his age besides a vague double-meaning/pun freshman comment.

“Aging up Henry and confusing fans, only to age him down to where people assumed he was to begin with, is not making a lot of sense to me. Only a very small fraction of viewers even know about the George leak, so I feel like giving the George leak all this weight as this irrefutable fact is starting to look like a losing battle at this point. “

I’m kind of confused about what you’re saying here. I think this mostly falls under what I said earlier about how they’re not aging him down and up etc because they’ve never confirmed an age for him in the play. They HAVE confirmed that the play is canon and that he therefore should be 12.

And he IS played by an adult but a.) looking at some of the BTS pics where Louis is vaguely styled like Henry (not full costumes yet but partial), I definitely think he can pass as a 12 year old henry on the stage, and b.) I’ve talked before (here, here, here and here) about the ST-Tommy parallels and how TFS is likely taking inspiration from Tommy and the Tommy play specifically, and Louis being an adult playing a 12 year old could be an artistic choice like it was in Tommy, where Tommy is played by an adult but often presented as if he’s still a child:

And in Tommy, this casting choice is tied to representing a loss of innocence/growing up too fast due to trauma.

Which, the loss of innocence is a.) a theme present with Henry in the show and b.) loss of innocence is confirmed to be something that’s being addressed in the play:

Like, they aren’t moving his age up and down and confusing fans and retconning announcements etc because they haven’t announced his age. People are just making assumptions based on Louis being an adult.

Also, I’m not really giving the George leak any weight as irrefutable fact?? If anything, the people who are claiming that George is definitely Henry are the ones doing that. So, I’m not really sure what you mean in that regard. And even then, why would the leaks be completely accurate for Patty but fake for George? How would that even work, esp considering that Patty and George are literally reading the same scenes?

Anyway, anon, I hope that cleared some things up. There’s some aspects of your ask that I was genuinely confused as to what you were saying/asking, so sorry about that! Thanks for the ask, and let me know if you’ve got any more questions/things you’d like clarified! :DD

[mapsofnonexistentplaces]

some brief explanations off the top of my head below the cut! take some fine details with a grain of salt because my memory's not pristine. some very obvious stuff i am also not explaining

1st tier is self explanatory its all the stuff rtvs is known for

1.5 having "wayne is not his real name" is kind of a joke because that fact repeatedly surprises people in chat every once in a while. addendum for the "lore" of that being that wayne just used a picture of wayne brady as a profile pic on steam when he was a teen and it led to people calling him wayne as a nickname, thus leading to his current username

tier 2:

where do we begin: THE rtvs podcast. i feel like everyone knows about it but also i see people being surprised that they have a podcast so it wasnt quite fit for tier 1

pol martin: and his microwave cooking, born of various vhs viewingz

balls cam: the reoccurring joke of "when will wayneradiotv do a balls cam?"

jazz is a misogynist: refers to the fact that wayne's pet bird jazz hates it when women are in wayne's house and is violent towards them, leading to wayne deciding that jazz is either a misogynist or simply a gay bird

summoning demons: the channel point reaction available on wayne's channel. it has not been noticed much as of late but isn't really a deep cut so it goes here

is baaulp even gay? is he?

fester's quest: stream that wayne did right before covid hit worldwide where he dressed up as uncle fester, raced an uncle fester game against trog, and promoted head and shoulders in an actual sponsorship

butler sir obsession: reoccurring jokes courtesy of moupi

cyberkidz: a potentially european "lost media" show that rtvs did a full viewing of in the series not for broadcast. here is part 1

slog: fucked up ai copy of trog's voice introduced in the behind the scenes for the gnome streams. example of him.

pjackk cooking rtvs dogs: he used to do this a lot

BBVRAI: refers to the breaking bad but the ai is self aware stream, which was intentionally vague to serve as a hlvrai 2 tease. once the stream actually started people got very mad especially redditors and it was funny. and then they announced hlvrai 2 anyway

tier 3:

a.i.ron chef: classic wayne stream. heres a lovely edit by user lokos

scorpy face reveal gaslighting incident: oh boy. basically during the first cyberkidz stream, there was an extra account that popped up in the call midway through, which started playing a low quality video of a mysterious man eating soup or cereal or something. this ended up being scorpy, who did a face reveal like a few days later to confirm it was him, but during the cyberkidz stream specifically nobody acknowledged him. people in chat started to freak out thinking there was a hacker in the call or some shit, and once it was revealed it was scorpy, people got mad at rtvs for doing a bit where they simply pretended to be oblivious about something. i remember some people saying it was traumatising and that rtvs was gaslighting them. this was during the back end of 2020, which is why this was discourse at all

wayne nudist run: the end of the wayneremembrance stream. the actual deep lore here is the fact that for months wayne had talked about getting ready to move out, and throughout the remembrance stream, acted as though he hadnt yet. this was setup for the end of the stream which features him running in a fake naked suit outside his new house in the empty streets of texas in the middle of the night. i actually regret not titling this one "#whitemanlostintexas", a tag that briefly trended on twitter after this happened. people also got mad about this trending if i remember correctly.

markiplier is a leech: references the fact that markiplier once used wayne's fallout 4 video in a try not to laugh challenge without crediting wayne. and he didnt even laugh at the video. thus, there is a blood feud between the two.

when will wayne finish LISA?: was a joke for a while after wayne never finished streaming the famed rpgmaker title, after he had promised to finish it. people sometimes bring it up in chat like years after as a joke.

rtvs lives: the series trog hosts sometimes

bardin: refers to this song which would get mediashared on some of the later ai dungeon streams quite frequently

chocolate isn't candy: a debate between mira and wayne that originated long before the chuck e cheese debate. put a pin in this one.

tv head scorpy: referring to the typical depiction of scorpy before his face reveal

caine dansand: one of wayne's alerts, a video of a dogy. fun fact: the title is romanian and translates to "dog dancing to manele LOL" manele being a romanian music genre

mariobluegloves.info: i was about to link it until i realised that the site is now dead! it WAS a site of various images of mario with blue gloves featuring very vibrant css

sout park theme song: wayne is the noah in this screenshot

oh its nemo: refers to a story wayne has told on stream at least 4 times where as a child he was at a friend's house and was at the computer, where said friend's mom was checking emails. she clicked on a slideshow of baby pictures with random red dots on the images and the final image was one of nemo from finding nemo with a dot in his eye, which when clicked, led to a screamer of the girl from the exorcist. wayne cites this as his reason for despising screamers as a very scared child

erarg is ryu from streets: referencing this video

waynerpiss saga: referring to twitch banning his piss emote. i am pretty sure it still exists on his channel, simply reversed to read "ssip" nowadays, which was perfectly acceptable to the same twitch moderation that banned the piss sign

tier 3.5:

ytp forums backstory + baaulp keysmash: covered in wdwb episode 5 questions segment — basically just how most people in rtvs met. baaulp keysmashed all his usernames as a teen and "baaulp" happened to be the one he used on said forums

tier 4:

awooga: refers to an alert either gir or scorpy (both i think, actually) had for a period of time that was a recording of lauren going "awooga" on loop that increasingly got louder

donkey factory: video that cannot be referenced on twitch.

human dog keychain: status symbols of the radio and tv

bound to mine: wayne's musical masterpiece which is unlisted on his channel, for some reason. here's the link.

moupi is an english major: explained in the behind the scenes gnome vids stream

the gorilla seems a little stressed out: wayne accidentally triggers his kingdom hearts soundboard while he is acting as a monkey, and it makes him cry. its good

pepper steak: the song from off, a frequent mediashare in the summer of 2020

do you like games?: dead rtvs podcast that got 2 episodes. i think you can listen to it on any place that has the normal wdwb podcast listing. logmore makes a great joke about the band DEVO being buried at E3

woods stream: term used to refer to a hypothetical livestream of hiking in the woods

moupi streams: old streams moupi did that were very compressed and slow on account of his terrible computer. here i will also shout out the ouyster stream he did after hacking scorpy's channel for real

joffrey: wayne's lost son, part of many old streams

headhunter's iliad: comic logmore made as an entry for a contest, which you can read in full here

hatsune mira: before mimi mira was often represented as hatsune miku in fanart, upon her own request

amazon dark stream: please watch this edit of it. its one of my favorite rtvs videos in the world and nobody knows about it. the artistic process behind it is covered in wayneremembrance i think

gordon ramsay audio sting

baaulp's meat room: the guest bedroom in baaulp's house that is apparently very cold with a very tough bed. it has earned the nickname "the meat room" on account of. seeming more befitting for meat than a human being. i forget if there's also a story about his family actually keeping meat in there or if that was just a joke someone made about it. i think it's explained during one of the chulip streams

tier 5:

the pope: figure from rtvs past. old man with a job who hung out with rtvs as teens and bought them steam games. there was apparently an incident involving this guy's credit card. i think this is the most anyone knows about 'the pope'

wayne anti-italian sentiments: saying an uncouth word

pig fetish asks: this explains itself. theres other posts around featuring other responses.

gnome series title change: pretty sure it went through at least two changes? it was initially titled "half life alyx but the gnome is self aware" and wayne changed it to better hit the youtube algo

i am a poop streamer: german man who was streaming from his xbox had tts on and rtvs found his stream and started spamming things in his chat. this man had the option to turn this setting off at any time. he did not. view the experience here

gamesir: this being so low is a recency bias thing actually pardon me. anyway i think wayne explained he bought one of these gamesir things to play splatoon better because he could not beat children at it normally

trog clone hero streams + log art streams: genre of streams done back around 2020, which i put mostly as nostalgiabait for myself

xbox/playstation scorpy: before tv head scorpy we had console themed scorpy and i think one person drew nsfw art of him within this context. yet again 2020 was a strange time

tom and jerry hottest sex scene gaslighting: similar to the scorpy face reveal one, wayne played this video over an ad which "spontaneously" played over one of his ai dungeon streams and he played it off obliviously. people in chat got mad at him and called it gaslighting

rtvs hall of fame document vandlism: see for yourself

mira's podcast: another dark horse favorite of mine. remember the chocolate is candy thing? this is that discussion.

tier 6:

for the first one copying my tags from eaerlier

benrey makeship controversy: very briefly. during the benrey plushie campaign a bunch of people got mad at wayne for partnering with makeship which at the time i think had weird alternate history plushies from another creator on its site and people got very mad about that with some people calling wayne fash for it. yet again 2020 times

you're making sony vegas lag: this is explained in an rtvs lives and the original sekiro chuck e cheese stream. cant be assed to find a timestamp ill do it later but this involves ytp steam chat spam and a "notable pooper" getting mad at rtvs for said spam

caveman arg: this is covered in wayneremembrance, basically there was a little arg wayne did to set up gub gar

homestuck adult fanfiction: video frequently referenced by rtvs, which gets stuck in my head regularly

can baaulp say gringo?: baaulp once said the word gringo to refer to white people and this started up discourse about a) whether baaulp was white b) whether he was allowed to say gringo c) if it was offensive that he said gringo and i think there was like a callout post against him made for this

wayneradiotv is too woke: yet again explained in wayneremembrance, basically a bunch of people made fun of wayne and were like praying for his twitch downfall because he wasnt bigoted enough. very early on in his twitch career

honorary mention of things i wanted to add but forgot:

wayne utauloid that used custom voice samples

wayne's polish ancestry

log is his real name

who woulge being a holly post

scorpy's rocco botte obsession

the microsoft zune

among other things.

attempt at an rtvs iceberg. some tiers can be swapped but influx of new fans + compilation vid trend has made it a bit more difficult to generalize this lol

[meandmyechoes]

pre-36 lil essay.

oh boy. finally. waiting two weeks is kill me.

but not really. i've wanted a break since, everything and it's kinda nice to not have to fret for the thrill last sunday. there was an annual fair i go every year since I was a child so I looked forward to that.

However, the week after that (this week) was bad ToT. I have no motivation to do anything even though I'm well-rested and fed physically. I had so much (reports) to do and don't want to do anything at all. The wait to Friday 5pm has never been so hard especially since they released the "Finished" announcement early on Tuesday.

Since two weeks have passed, I've read every theory without thinking too hard about it. I've learnt my lesson not to overthink King-Oh. One thing I want to point out though, it'd be a shame if Himeno isn't the co-star of her Retainers arc. The most convincing theory I've seen is the silver-hair guy is actually Himeno wearing Sebastian's real face. That would give Erica room to show off while keeping Himeno active in her story. Sebastian could stay by fake!Himeno/Kamejim side and corroborate with Himeno. The intersting part would be the flashback of how the two first met.

About Himeno's marriage contract. I'm not surprised she has one. I watched my fair share of court drama worldwide I know the first thing you graduate from being an heir is to produce an heir of your own. I know that's not within Nitiasa's jurisdiction but that's a very practical question! If not how they are going to do a Return V-cine! Haha but I hadn't expect them to really address it. For all we know, the Ikemen having a contract with Himeno is only his word. That would be further unreliable if it really was Himeno in speical makeup. I'm not too stressed about it. Toei will never make himerita canon but Takamina sure enjoys giving Rita girlfriends. The episode might just end on a typical girl's power move.

Just skimmed Rita's animage interview. phew 38 is confirmed to be Gokkan's Retainers arc. That means 37 is Kaguragi and KMH directing is simply the two might be more important. Maybe he's just filling in because YMG is on Rider now. Let's not scare ourselves.

FINE. 2 weeks? I can wait.

Ritamoru round though. Really scared. I have no loyalty to either ships I just eat whatever canon or not gives me. But I think fundamentally Himeno and Morfonia means different things to Rita. I like Himerita but I also voted for Ritamoru in the poll because I want to see Rita taking initiative. (If Rita-sama ends up one foot two boat "i pretend i do not see") I remember before 16 I was firm ritamoru lol.

What I meant is, OH MY GOD I'M SO SCARED WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO COOK UP FOR RITAMORU. BY GOD Kamihoriuchi. What did Takamina wrote in the script that made Yuzuki train like she can't feel her muscles anymore. Did they film that on Yuzuki's birthay.

I'm so scared because ep35 got me hard and I don't even ship wblue. I grew to like Yanma entirely because of how he is written and portrayed (i.e. it's more rational than falling for Rita at first sight and recgonition of the self). and bro… ep35 was so so good and that's JUST Katou directing in a very adaequate, typical way (positive).

I'm scared to even think about it. I had my ritamoru childhood rival origins way back that's been disproved by 16. They will answer Moru's question of why she is chosen unanswered in 16. I think ep38 is definitely going to be Rita trying to pass Moru the Ice Seal. (Guessing) but she ran away and Rita has to go find her, cue flashbacks.

(i wrote this 2am last night)