#it's always a pleasure to have lady parts on my screen

[mikimeiko]

We Are Lady Parts | Season 2 (2024), Nida Manzoor

[xtra7s]

After reading and gay panicking over "Something Special" I wanna see them doing some interviews together and just flirting. Wonder how the gays/fans might think about them and some of them were just "kiss already!"

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹: 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N go on a few interviews for their new show, "Unveiling Hearts."

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, fluff, some angst, jealous!Renee, shitty interviewer

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I love this request so much it was so fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!!

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The soft hum of the studio lights filled the room as Renee Rapp and Y/N settled into their seats, ready for another interview about their hit show "Unveiling Hearts." The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and the chemistry between the two leading ladies was undeniable. The host, an enthusiastic journalist named Alex, couldn't help but notice the playful glances and subtle smiles exchanged between Renee and Y/N.

"Well, well, well, look at the dynamic duo gracing our studio today! Renee, Y/N, welcome back to the show!" Alex speaks loudly while grinning.

Renee smirks back at him, holding her hands out, opening and closing her fingers at him. "Thanks for having us, baby it's always a pleasure."

"Absolutely, we're thrilled to be here," Y/N responds, her thigh bumping against Renees.

The interview kicked off with questions about the latest season of "Unveiling Hearts," but the underlying tension between Renee and Y/N quickly surfaced. It wasn't long before the conversation took a turn, becoming a delightful dance of playful banter and teasing.

"Fans are loving the on-screen chemistry between your characters. How do you manage to make it look so effortless?" Alex asks, reading off of his cards as he tilts his head at them.

Renee grins at Y/N, turning her head back to Alex. "Well, when you're working with someone as talented and stunning as Y/N, it's hard not to have chemistry, on and off screen."

"Aw, thanks, Renee. You're not too bad yourself." Y/N returns the smile, squinting her eyes at Renee subtly.

The interview continued, with each question providing an opportunity for more flirting. Renee's fingers grazed Y/N's arm as they laughed at a shared inside joke, and Y/N playfully bit her lip when complimenting Renee's acting skills. The subtle touches and lingering glances were enough to leave the audience swooning.

Alex raised an eyebrow, asking a question curiously. "Alright, spill the beans! Are there any real-life romances blossoming behind the scenes?"

Renee and Y/N exchanged a knowing look before bursting into laughter.

Renee shakes her head softly, with a knowing grin. "Well, Alex, I think Y/N and I have a special connection, she's really my little baby, but it's all in good fun."

As the interview wrapped up, the air in the room was charged with anticipation. The chemistry between Renee Rapp and Y/N was undeniable, leaving fans eagerly awaiting the next episode of "Unveiling Hearts" and secretly hoping that the sparks flying off-screen might someday ignite into something more.

After the lively interview, Renee and Y/N found themselves in the hallway, heading toward the shared bathroom. The air was filled with light energy, a residue of the playful banter they had just shared on camera. Their laughter echoed through the hallway, a melody of shared secrets and inside jokes.

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as they walked through the halls of the building, "Well, that was certainly something."

"Definitely. I think we've mastered the art of subtle flirting during interviews." Y/N matched the expression on her face, their hands hitting against each other as they walked.

As they entered the bathroom, the door swung shut behind them. The atmosphere shifted, and the playful glances they exchanged during the interview now turned into something more intense. The muted lighting of the bathroom cast a warm glow over the scene.

Renee, unable to resist the magnetic pull, closed the distance between them. Y/N's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as Renee cupped her cheek gently. They shared a knowing smile before their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

The taste of shared laughter lingered as their lips danced together, a delightful extension of the chemistry that had filled the interview room. The giggles bubbled up between kisses, and the two women found themselves lost in the moment, their connection deepening with each stolen breath.

Renee pulled back with a shy smile, her breath hitting Y/N's face from the height difference. "Who knew an interview could be so… electrifying?"

"Maybe we should consider adding some behind-the-scenes footage for our fans." Y/N murmured, joking quietly with Renee as she held her waist gently.

Their laughter echoed off the bathroom walls, a symphony of joy and shared affection. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, a secret celebration of their connection. Eventually, they pulled away, foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy. Renee spoke softly, "I guess our characters aren't the only ones with chemistry."

With one last shared laugh, they exited the bathroom, ready to face another interview for their show. The interview had been a playful dance, and the stolen kisses in the bathroom were the encore, leaving fans to speculate and daydream about the real-life love story unfolding behind the scenes of "Unveiling Hearts."

The studio lights illuminated the set as Y/N and Renee settled into their chairs for another interview. This time, the atmosphere was charged with a subtle tension. The host, a charismatic interviewer named Jordan, couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's charm, and it didn't go unnoticed by Renee, who sat beside Y/N, casting occasional glances at Jordan.

Jordan smirked as he looked solely at Y/N, almost ignoring Renee's presence altogether. "Y/N, welcome back! It's always a pleasure to have you on the show."

"Thanks, Jordan. We're excited to be here." Y/N smiled with a nod, looking towards Renee with a supportive smile.

The questions started innocently enough, but as the interview progressed, Jordan's tone took on a more flirtatious edge. Y/N, being the charismatic (and nervous) individual she was, played along, exchanging smiles and witty banter. Renee, however, began to sense a shift in the dynamic and couldn't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness.

Jordan leaned in towards Y/N, an smile on his face making Y/N uneasy. "Y/N, your character on 'Unveiling Hearts' is just so captivating. How do you manage to bring such intensity to the screen?"

"Well, Jordan, it helps to have an amazing co-star like Renee. Our on-screen chemistry is something special." Y/N responded quickly, placing a hand on Renee's knee and squeezing it supportively as a way to calm her down.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, winking at Y/N. "I can imagine. But I must say, Y/N, your personal charm is equally captivating. How do you keep that magnetic energy off-screen?"

Renee's grip on the armrest tightened, and she shot a subtle glance at Y/N, who maintained her composed demeanor. The flirtatious undertones were growing more apparent, and Renee felt a rising urge to assert herself.

"Well, Jordan, Y/N is just naturally magnetic. It's hard not to be drawn to her, on and off the set." Renee responds, clenching her jaw as she smiles widely at him.

Jordan leans even closer, smiling at Renee but focusing on Y/N. "I couldn't agree more. And speaking of off-screen, are there any real-life romances going on with you beyond the screen, Y/N?"

Y/N held a wide smile, her eyes flickering down to Renee's clenched hands. "there is, actually. She's pretty great."

Renee snapped her head toward Y/N, a smile growing on her face softly, though her eyes revealed a subtle tension. She couldn't openly express her protective instincts, knowing their relationship needed to remain a secret. The interview continued with Jordan's flirty remarks, leaving Renee to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining composure while silently reassuring herself.

As the interview concluded, Y/N and Renee exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment of the unique challenges they faced in the world of fame. Once off-camera, Y/N couldn't help but address the situation.

Once in the car, Y/N turned to Renee in the driver's seat, grabbing her hand softly. "Are you okay? That got a bit intense."

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as she examined Renee's palms, running her fingers over the fingernail marks dug into them. "I'm fine, Y/N. Just part of the job. Besides, I know you're mine, baby."

Y/N nodded, managing a smile, as she leaned down and kissed Renee's palms softly, the protective instinct lingering in Renee's eyes as they navigated the intricacies of fame and secrecy.

A few days had passed since the interview, and Y/N and Renee found themselves at home, seeking comfort in each other's company. The soft glow of the evening sun filled their living room as they nestled into the cushions of the sofa. With their favorite blanket draped over them, they scrolled through TikTok, creative edits and reactions the fans had come up with in response to the recent interview popping up on Renee's feed.

Y/N giggled, pointing cutely at the screen. "Look at this one, Renee! It's you being pissed as hell at that one interviewer "

Renee wrapped her arm around Y/N protectively, drawing her in closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together. As they watched the tiktoks, snippets of their playful banter during the interview were mixed with behind-the-scenes clips of them laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Well, they certainly know how to capture our chemistry, on and off-screen." Renee grinned, grasping Y/N tightly as she kissed her gently.

Y/N kissed her back lightly, "It's amazing how creative the fans are. I love how they pick up on the smallest details."

They continued scrolling, finding edits that ranged from heartwarming to downright hilarious. The comments section was filled with fans expressing their love for the on-screen couple and speculating about the hidden dynamics behind the scenes.

Renee shook her head with an eye roll at the edit of Renee increasingly upset during Jordan's interview, "Fuck that asshole. Seriously."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Renee's forehead. The weight of the secret they were keeping from the public faded away in the warmth of their shared laughter and affection.

They continued their TikTok journey, immersing themselves in the fan-created content that showcased their on-screen chemistry and the subtle hints of their off-screen connection. The living room echoed with laughter and the occasional gasp at the creativity of their dedicated fans.

Renee kissed her cheek, grinning at her. "We might need to step up our game if they're catching on this quickly."

"Game on, Rapp."

[katiemccabeswife]

Interactions

AWFCxBallerina!Reader || (Fan Girl Pt.2) A social media part of Y/N interacting with the arsenal ladies.

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yourusername my favourite season with my favourite people 🤍

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emily.osborn92 i was there! you were soo good 💕

yourmumsuser endlessly proud ❤️❤️

royaloperahouse always a pleasure working with you

nicol.edmonds favourite girl 🩵

lottlewubbenmoy stunning performance 😍

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y/nfanpage Y/N interacting with @arsenalwfc and @lottewubbenmoy! does anyone have screen recordings of her live when she was talking about them?

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y/ndoesballet i do! i posted it, let me know if you'd like me to DM it to you 🫶🏼

lw6lover532 who is she?

amandapier32 she's like the world's most famous ballerina??

warsenal231 i love her interactions with Lotte, they are both so wholesome!

As you were cheering from your seat in the crowd after Arsenal succesfully beat Watford 3-1, Lotte caught your eye. She quickly ran over to your section and the people around you started cheering and asking her to sign their things.

"Oi, Y/N get over here!" She shouted into the crowd which made many people turn to you and a light pink blush washed over your cheeks.

As you walked down the stairs towards the barrier you were mumbling apologies to those you bumped into and heard a few people recognise you, "Great game you had, hey?" You offered shyly to the Arsenal player.

"You might be our new lucky charm," She quiped and you both let out a light laugh, "You should come down and meet the girls, they've been buzzing to meet you!"

Your eyes widened at the statement but before you could get a word in she turned to the left slightly and pointed, "Theres Laura and Leah there, come on I'll take you over," She grabbed your hand and directed to you over to where the girls were sitting.

When Leah looked up and noticed you she stood up with a smile on her face, "Oh my god, Y/N hi," She stepped closer to you and wrapped you into a friendly hug.

"Hi," You said breathlessly, in awe of the player infront of you.

"Y/N this is Laura and Leah, girls, this is Y/N. Big fan she is," She teased snarkily.

You turned towards her in betrayel, "I thought we were friends?" You asked with a hand on your heart, "And now your trying to embarrass me infront of some of my favourite players? How dare you?" Your turned you back jokingly on Lotte and gave Laura a hug, "It is so nice to meet you guys, she was right thought. I am a huge fan!" You smiled sheepishly and Lotte shook her head at you in bemusement.

"I'm a big fan of yours aswell, I've been to a few of your shows and every time you amaze me!" Laura complimented.

You placed your hand on your heart, "You have no idea how much that means to me," You pretended to wipe away a tear.

"How about we go say 'hi' to the other girsl?" Leah implored.

A large smile quickly overcame your face, "I would love that!"

The girls lead you to the pitch and you had to take a minute to look around in awe of how many people had come to watch the game, "I think I'd pass out if this many people came to watch me dance," You stated, wonderstruck.

They laughed at you and as you were still looking around the stadium you failed to notice a certain group of players heading your way.

"Hey, is'nt that Y/N?" Viv asked the group as she was looking at Lotte, Leah and Laura talking to someone she couldn't quite recognise.

Beth's head snapped over and she quickly recognised the ballerina looking around the stadium with a dazed look on her face, "Oh, it is! We have to go say 'hi', come on ladies!" She grabbed Viv by the hand and gestured to the rest of the girls to follow.

Movement on the pitch caught your eye and brought you out of your daze but panic was quick to fill you, "Lotte!" You whisper-yelled and grabbed onto her arm.

She looked at you concerned, "What? What's happened?" She looked around for threats becoming confused when she saw none.

You let go of her arm with one hand and placed it on your heart, "They're all coming over," You confided meekly.

Lotte, Laura and Leah laughed lightly at you and looked over your shoulder, "You've got nothing to worry about. They are all lovely and I know most of them have been wanting to meet you," Laura comforted.

Beth had released Viv from her grip and skipped eagerly over to your small group, 'Hiya, y/n/n!" She waved before pulling you into a hug which she broke before you could reciprocate, "It's lovely to meet you, Lotte's talked about you, all nice things of course, and mainly because I've asked about you maybe a million times. I am a huge fan by the way, I've seen quite a few of your shows and you are just magnificent! I can't imagine even trying half the things you do, and you do them with such grace! And-" You were blushing as the blonde continued to compliment you and she was beginning to turn red from lack of oxygen.

While you loved getting compliments, especially from people you look up to, you were grateful when Viv stepped in, "Beth, love, maybe take a breath or you'll pass out," She joked and Beth joined in with the group's light giggling, "It is lovely to meet you, y/n/n, Beth talks about you a lot and I've seen some of your performances, you are incredible," She wrapped her arm around Beth who sunk into her side.

You laughed awkwardly, you could admit you loved being complimented but you could also admit you never knew how to respond, "Thank you, it means a lot." You smiled brightly around the group, "I have to say the same for you lot though, I could never run for 90 minutes or even kick a ball straight for that matter, congratulations as well for the win! I don't actually know all the rules but you guys won so you must of been really good!" You flushed when you realised you had just admitted that you didn't know the rules of football to a group of professional footballers.

"Don't worry, Katie over here sometimes forgets how to legally tackle," Kyra poked.

"You little shit," Kyra took off running when Katie began to chase her.

"She's going to get punched one day that one," Caitlin laughed.

Lotte went around the group that had formed and introduced you to all of her teammates. You guys were stood there for at least 10 minutes just chatting when Lotte turned the conversation back to you, "Would you like to come out with us, y/n/n? We're going to a little restaurant to celebrate, you're more than welcome to come. I'm sure everyone would like to get to know you better," Lotte offered and there were quiet sounds of agreement coming from the girls.

You beamed at the group, "How could I say no?"

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[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @lady-lostmind! lady_lostmind has 84 works in the Stranger Things fandom and 55 of them are in the Steddie tag!

@oh-stars recommends the following works by @lady-lostmind:

This Is The Coin I Had In My Pocket The First Time We Kissed, And I Always Have It.

Transfixed (under your spell)

Fuck

You know what to do, when it gets hold of you.

The Wall

"Mack is one of the best writers in this ship and I am so very lucky to read their work early on. Her Eddie voice is unmatched to me!! Every time I read a new fic of hers, I'm always shocked at how she can outdo herself with creating my next favorite fic. She's fearless in trying new tropes and genres, exploring super serious topics and she has some of the hottest scenes I've read. Every opportunity I have to read or reread her work is an absolute pleasure and I am so honored to get to see her flourish!" -- @oh-stars

Below the cut, @lady-lostmind answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I’ve been reading fanfic since I was a teenager but I never felt the urge to write my own until watching these two together. I think we can all agree there was some undeniable chemistry between the two on screen and they have such a fun dynamic to work with. I’ve always enjoyed creative writing in some shape or form whether it be for a class or writing lyrics for the band I was in, or the half abandoned novel I have in my docs. I decided to give fanfic a shot and then really loved getting to actually be a part of the community instead of lurking on the edges and leaving kudos anonymously like I had for years. But there is something so special about Steddie in particular and I’m especially drawn to writing Eddie in particular. His character has so many layers to explore and different directions to go and I love making him fall in love with his golden retriever of a man over and over again.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I am a sucker for a good slow burn, especially with some hurt/comfort thrown in. Please rip my heart out, stomp on it, pick it back up, and hand it back to me wrapped in a pretty little bow.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Honestly, the same as what I read. As much as I love a good fluffy one shot there’s nothing quite like the sweet torture of dragging your characters through hell before they get their happy ending. It’s so fun trying to navigate what they would do in difficult situations, and how that affects the story overall.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This is such a hard question. There are so many good fics out there. We’re truly well fed in this community. I think some of my absolute favorites have to be You’re Divine by oonionchiver, and The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic. Both of them inspired me to do a lot of fanart including a bind and cover art for You’re Divine, and drawing all the album covers in TMRTAYSITDITIY.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I never really know what I’m going to write next until it smacks me in the face. But I’m definitely open to whatever that might be. I will say I’ve never ventured into the omegaverse in my writing but it does seem like a fun one to play around with.

What is your writing process like?

Chaotic. I love writing but have a hard time actually sitting down and focusing on it. I either write a huge chunk all at once, or I write a sentence at a time while watching tv or something. I do really enjoy writing with other people though whether that’s in a sprint or word game.

Do you have any writing quirks?

If I have music on while writing it can’t have any lyrics in it or I get too distracted.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Oh, a schedule is generous, I’d say. But I do prefer posting chapter by chapter. I feel like people engage a little more as they read each one and I love getting the feedback as I go.

Which fic are you most proud of?

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. I think my writing grew a lot during that fic and I’m really proud of the work I put into it. AYMFYIABHWABW was also the first thing I ever wrote for an event and was a big step for me to actually put myself out there and talk with other authors and artists. I made some amazing connections through that event and am so glad I pushed through any self consciousness to ask for a beta reader because I found an amazing one in oh-stars and gained a great friendship through that. They introduced me to karadanverss when the two of them were looking for some help modding the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang and I not only gained another friend, but got to dip my toe into being a mod, something I never would have even considered doing before, but have had so much fun being a part of as we set up other events together. So I think because of all that, AYMFYIABHWABW will always hold a special place in my heart.

How did you get the idea for This Is The Coin I Had In My Pocket The First Time We Kissed, And I Always Have It.?

During a rewatch of New Girl. Nick Miller is honestly such a mash up of Eddie and Steve, and I could not get the idea out of my head to Steddiefy the scene in the hall where Nick says “Not like this.” It screams hopeless romantic Steve to me, and the title is a line Nick says to Jess way later and it never fails to make me cry. So, I started with that. Just wanting to do a similar situation with Steddie, and it morphed into something much bigger than I intended.

When writing You know what to do, when it gets hold of you., what was something you didn’t expect?

I thought I would have a harder time with Steve’s POV in this one than I did. I really wanted to show a side of him that I feel gets overlooked a lot since he’s always throwing himself in front of everyone else when there’s danger. But what happens when that danger isn’t there anymore? What does he do with that? It’s a side I hadn’t explored much before and I was really happy with where that took me. I really liked getting to see where Steve’s mind would go when the group is seemingly safe.

What inspired Transfixed (under your spell)?

Transfixed was written for the Steddie Summer Exchange! So I actually had this prompt: ‘Popstar Steve and rockstar Eddie having a secret relationship whilst the public and their own band mates think they hate each other.’ to go off of for it. This prompt screamed angsty, hurt/comfort so I was really excited I snagged it in claims.

What was your favorite part to write from You know what to do, when it gets hold of you.?

I think it has to be the scene where Steve finally breaks down. When Eddie figures out what has been going on and Steve just lets it all out. If there is one thing Steve Harrington deserves, it’s a good fucking cry.

How do/did you feel writing The Wall?

The Wall was written for Steddie Love Month with the prompt: Love is letting yourself be loved and if that didn’t scream insecure Steve I don’t know what does. I remember feeling very bittersweet while writing The Wall because I know what it’s like to be afraid to let someone in again when you’ve been hurt, and how good it feels when you finally let that wall down and accept that risk because it’s worth it. I tried to capture that feeling as best as I could.

What was the most difficult part of writing Fuck?

Fuck was another Steddie Love Month prompt. The hardest part of writing this one was just trying not to cackle to myself about how ridiculous Eddie was being. This one was a lot of fun to write.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Oh my. I think it either has to be the first scene I wrote for AYMFYIABHWABW that sparked the entire thing: Steve is staring at him, eyes wide and rocking a little on his heels like he’s so nervous he can’t stay still. Eddie’s stomach drops, his mind spiraling through a million worst case scenarios all at once. “What’s wrong? Is Wayne– Are the kids okay? Is it–” Steve holds his hands out in front of him and shakes his head. “Fuck, no. Sorry. No. It’s not–” Steve sucks in a deep breath, his hands shooting up into his hair before dropping to hovering in the space between the two of them. “Eds. I fucked up. I so massively fucked up. I can’t even begin to–[...] This feels like a fucking fever dream. Like something he’s imagined a million times over. Awake and asleep, In every possible scenario and position. All the times he fucked men in bathroom stalls and or pressed them against a wall in a dirty alley, this is what he wanted. And he was right. None of it even comes close to being this. This is…it’s everything. Fuck– it’s everything." Or this scene from You know what to do, when it gets hold of you where Steve finally gets to breakdown: Steve shakes against him, his tears wetting the shoulder of Eddie’s shirt. “I’m sorry.” Eddie shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He rubs his hand up and down Steve’s back. “Hey, you’re okay. We’re going to figure this out, okay?” Steve sobs, his hands fisting into Eddie’s shirt a broken “Sorry” slipping out of him again. Eddie’s arms tighten around Steve, and he struggles to swallow the lump forming in his throat, tears welling in his eyes. Can’t help the way his heart breaks a little at the sorrow in Steve’s voice. How vulnerable he sounds. Because Steve Harrington isn’t vulnerable. Steve Harrington dives into lakes with portals to another world at the bottom without a second thought. Steve Harrington rips other dimensional beasts apart with his teeth. Steve Harrington marched into battle calmly, and confidently. Steve Harrington carried Eddie out of a hellscape on his fucking back. Steve Harrington is the rock. He is the one everyone leans on. And Eddie knew. He knew something was wrong. He knew something was going on. But it’s one thing to know it, and another to see your hero crack and crumble in your arms.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

The Eddie Munson Big Bang! Definitely keep an eye on our tumblr (@eddiemunsonbigbang) to see all the amazing fics and art that will be coming out. I’m one of the mods over there, and I’m working on a fic for it that I’m really excited about. If this is posed before the end of September…we’re still looking for artists!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I’d just really like to thank anyone who has ever taken the time to read my fics, or like any of the fanart I’ve made. I never expected anyone to really see any of it when I first started all this and have really loved finding a community to be a part of. I never had any friends who were really into fandoms or fanfiction, and up until I started engaging in Steddie content no one in my life even knew I read it. Getting to talk to, and make friends in this community gave me the confidence to talk more about what I’m interested in and connect more with the people in my life. So, thank you all for showing me how to be loud about the things I love and that I don’t have to hide parts of myself away!

Thank you to our author, @lady-lostmind, and our nominator, @oh-stars! See more of lady_lostmind's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[chaepu]

All I Want - Huh Yunjin

pairing: huh yunjin x reader tags: soloist!reader genre: fluff, mostly angst

"This is a song I wrote a few days ago about a dark time in my life. I lost one of the most important people in my life for reasons I still don't understand. I sing this song for all of those who have felt the pain of heartbreak and hope." You said to a screaming arena as you softly started strumming your guitar.

All I want is nothing more Than to hear you knocking at my door 'Cause if I could see your face once more I could die a happy man I'm sure

It was three weeks you remembered. Three weeks ago, Yunjin walked out on you. Three weeks of tears and confusion. Three weeks of saddened hope that she'd be at your front door, ready to come back into your life.

When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay in tears in bed all night Alone without you by my side

"Goodbye Y/N," were the last words that left Yunjin's mouth before she also exited your apartment and life. After an hour long conversation that evidently broke your relationship, you knew the end was coming. All signs were pointing to over. When those two words left her mouth, every part of your body ached. You spent the rest of your night crying in the emptiness of your room.

But If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

"Do you even love me?" you quietly asked her with tears streaming down your face. The vulnerability in your voice not only breaking you, but her as well.

"Of course I love you, Y/N. You are and will always be the love of my life," she said as she lifted up your chin so you'd both be looking at each other. Glossy eyes staring at each other, makeup running down both cheeks.

"Then why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me? Where did I go wrong?" you yelled at her, standing up. You started pacing back and forth wondering if she loves you like she's saying she is, why is she stomping on your heart right now. It makes no sense.

"You did nothing wrong! I just can't handle this anymore," she vaguely said.

"What is there to handle? Am I too much for you? Is it because of who I used to be, because you know I'm not like that anymore. I've changed." you said. You needed answers to the questions you've asked but she wasn't giving them to you.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye Y/N." and that was the end of that conversation. In a swift move, a relationship of two years was thrown into the drain. She left you lost, confused, and broken.

So you brought out the best of me A part of me I've never seen You took my soul and wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens

It's no secret that your reputation is a little tarnished. You were thrown in the music industry when you were in your teen years, making you grow up faster than intended. You hated the industry so you did everything in your power to make them hate you, but that's what ultimately made the tabloids love you. It was until you met Yunjin at a photoshoot you were scheduled for that changed your life.

"If it's not the famous badass, rude ass, Y/N L/N," you heard a voice behind you say. You turned around ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind because how do you just call someone rude, but was quickly stopped when you realized who it was.

"Huh Yunjin, it is. A pleasure to meet a pretty lady like you." you flirted. "Will you be my partner for this shoot because if yes, God bless." It was no secret that you had a crush on Yunjin. She was your go-to crush when asked in interviews and you're pretty sure she knows because you always get tweets from both your fans asking if you're together, she must've seen them.

She laughed. "Well aren't you the charmer. I've heard many things about you," she slyly spoke.

"All good things I hope."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, how about I change your mind over dinner?" you confidently asked, while on the inside, screaming. If she shut you down, your confidence would forever be ruined.

"I actually would. Dinner with a badass, my dream," she joked.

And that's how your relationship sparked. You guys spent the night laughing, running around the beach, and more. More dates happened after that night and you evidently asked her to be your girlfriend, making you guys exclusive. The tabloids were in a frenzy. HUH YUNJIN HOLDS DOWN Y/N L/N. You laughed at those headlines, but only if they knew.

It's been a few months into your relationship and you both were out in New York, grabbing lunch. You didn't know how the paparazzi found out where you were going but there were tens of them, snapping your pictures from feet away. They were in the way of the door, screaming questions at you guys. HOW'S THE RELATIONSHIP GOING? Y/N, WE HEARD RUMORS THAT YOU'RE CHEATING ON YUNJIN, CARE TO COMMENT? YUNJIN, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE Y/N. At this moment, you were about to deck someone in the mouth. You turned around ready to spew some words at the annoying photographers, but you felt someone pulling you back. You turned to see Yunjin pleading you through her eyes not to do whatever you were planning on doing. You knew that the tabloids already give her a lot of shit for dating you in the first place so you grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd of flashes.

"Thank you," she said. That's all you needed to hear to calm you down. That's also when you knew Yunjin was someone who was going to change your life for the better. She makes you a better person.

After that, you both headed on over to a children's hospital that your manager wanted you guys to go to because there was a little girl who had one wish and it was to meet you. You honestly don't know why she'd waste one wish on you because you put up a pretty good facade for everyone to see, but you went to see her anyway.

You walked into the room with Yunjin behind you and the little girl lit up. She was attached to tubes and wires but she was so excited to see you and even more when she saw Yunjin.

"Hey sweetie, I read your letter and wanted to come and finally meet my biggest fan," you said while hugging the ecstatic child. You guys stayed there until visiting hours were over, playing with the little girl and singing to her. You looked over to see that she was asleep and that's when you and Yunjin both left. As you were leaving Yunjin stopped you,

"I really wish people saw this side of you, babe. You're a good person and I want the world to know that," she said to you while hugging you. "I love you," she said.

You had tears weld up in your eyes. You didn't say anything, but Yunjin knew how grateful you were for her.

All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody

After that night Yunjin broke up with you, your best friend Somi has been trying to set you up on dates. You told her it was too soon, but the girl disagreed. You went on many low-key dates, but every time you went on them, you couldn't stopped thinking about the singer. Every one of those dates, you looked for a piece of Yunjin in them. You wanted someone like Yunjin, but in reality, you just wanted her. It was getting sad, so you called off the dates and told Somi to stop.

If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is All I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

You closed your eyes as you sang the last chorus to the fans below you. Your voice was getting shaky and everyone was on edge. They knew who the song was about, they felt your pain. It was a shock on the internet when they found out that you and Yunjin were no longer a thing. Many fans sent you messages in hopes of cheering you up, but sadly failing. You ended the song and the crowd began to roar. You were grateful for all of them. They stood by you when you were an ass to the world and they're standing by you now. You were grateful for Yunjin because she made you who you were. She changed you for the better. You haven't heard from her since that night. You hold no resentment towards her. You are still in love with her and hope she does the best in her life, but all you wanted was for her to come back to you.

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a/n: hi everyone! this is my first post on this blog. i hope you enjoyed!

this is a repurposed imagine from my wattpad account back from 2015, so if you've stumbled upon it anytime in your life, that is why. i decided to change it to a kpop idol though because that's what i will be writing about as of now :)

i will be repurposing the few stories i have from there and then posting some newer stuff i've written.

i am new with the whole tumblr posting (it's much easier on wattpad) so hopefully i'm doing everything right. styling may change in the future as i'm still figuring everything out.

thank you again!

[gasping-ghostzes]

Back on my 9-1-1 grind! So here is my little info dump of what’s going on was of the most recent episode!!!

CW: for mentions and details of suicide

1- Bobby,

This man was literally plotting his suicide this episode, or more like acting on it? But first, when he handed in his resignation, I didn’t realise it until thinking about it after the episode finished, but that was his way of preparing the 118 of his absence. Him retiring and having the LAFD be able to replace him with another captain wouldn’t be seen as suspicious especially given his age (no shade to him ❤️) but also just what he’s been thru in recent years. Like the moments of him interacting with the characters one on one and giving them little bits of unjudgmental advice and praise really kind of confirmed it. Also the part where Buck thanks him, and he’s like “it’s been my pleasure kid”, just seemed so off to me, not that it’s outside of Bobby’s character to say that, but the scene of it playing out… u could tell shit was gonna get bad

2- Hen!

I clocked it the moment I saw the lady on screen and the moment Mara and Denny was like “oh yeah, our mums r gonna adopt Mara!” And I could just tell that this lady was gonna pull her strings to stop that from happening! But also, to me, the things that was used as evidence as to why Hem and Karen shouldn’t be allowed to adopt Mara was such blatant bias. Like I know that Hen hasn’t been known to always follow the rules, but she done it with the intent and knowledge that doing it will give her patients a fighting chance, more of a chance than letting them die because she was too strict on following the rules.

3- Eddie…

So, Edmundo? Yeah he needs to go get proper help…

However, ppl saying that his love of Shanon is out of character completely, aren’t thinking about what we know about Eddie hard enough. One, he only got married to Shanon because he got her pregnant and it was advised by his church that it’s the right thing to do… but it was the same with Shanon, she was pregnant and likely had been given thw same advice. But they were both decently young when Christopher was born, so the fact that they held their religion values so close, may have been the reason they never wanted a divorce even after having a more than clear dysfunctional life. But after Shanon died, Eddie never had that option Yknow? Like when Shanon left, there was likely always a part of him that knew she’d come back around eventually because she and him both felt slightly obligated to do so, but that didn’t mean they didn’t live each other, it was just more than dysfunctional. So her death, to him was a permanent state of her never being able to come back for him and Chris to have closure and never continue the attempts of having the average family experience.

Two, Him seeing Kim, a woman who looks like his previous first love, and wanting to have some sort of relationship with her is unhealthy, but it makes sense��� he’s claimed to be a “nester” and that’s what he does, so seeing a woman who looks exactly like what he envisioned as who he would “nest” with since he was young, was more than likely triggering.

Three, him never gaining that closure from Shanon and instead wanting to find it in Kim now means he’s able to live a literal delusion. One where he doesn’t exactly acknowledge that what they had was dysfunctional (ignore the word, I can’t find another to describe them accurately) and one where he can “fix” his mistakes. I think the only reason he misses Shanon and speaks of her so highly is because she was as close to a normal life he could get…

Like from what we knew about his life growing up, it definitely wasn’t the best. So him getting to fix that aspects and making sure to give Christopher better childhood. So him having this average, perfect marriage would’ve definitely been apart of him fabricating this perfect life that He, Christopher and Shanon all had is his way of coping how the majority of his life has been uncontrollable. Like Kim coming back with a new hair cut and style only made that fantasy worse. To him that’s not Kim, that’s a Shanon with the dysfunction, cause more than likely, Eddie didn’t tell Kim exactly how him and Shanon worked…

So seeing Kim as Shanon, a version of Shanon who has no “memory” of who she and Eddie were both separate and together was basically his shot at getting a second chance… which I know he isn’t gonna exactly convince himself that Kim is literally Shanon, but that’s not gonna stop him from projecting this skewed and inaccurate version of Shanon he wanted and needed in Kim

[sunlightandsuffering]

Is Mikasa going to tell their moms the part where she was awake at 2 am anxiously looking at her phone, praying that the asshole would text her for a booty call?🤣🤣

SORT OF !! LOL!! this one is just plain chaos tbh

Why does she always find herself in the same situation, it’s a question she asks regularly.

Because even at home in the comfort of her own room, she can’t escape him, can hear him playing irritatingly loud music as he drives down the street, her universal signal that he’s home now. 

And it just so happens to coincide with the fact that she’s horny as hell and hoping for a booty call. 

But when it’s been ten minutes and she still doesn’t receive a text, Mikasa allows herself one of her rare guilty pleasures, the thing she’d rather die than admit to even herself. She looks around her room, and after deeming it safe, she taps the ‘photo’ app on her phone, heart accelerating in her chest, pulsing with adrenaline. 

At first, her dedicated iPhone photo album seems innocent, spattered with silly photos of her and Sasha, pictures of her work schedule that she should really delete, homework she’d sent to Eren, a few selfies she’d taken for Instagram. And then, as her thumb hovers over the ‘albums’ section, things take a turn for the worst, more so as she clicks an album entitled ‘anime crushes’. 

And as she scrolls, and scrolls, past poorly doctored photos of Itachi Uchiha, and worse yet, Inuyasha she finally finds him…

Eren Yeager, her neighbour, and the very colourful array of nudes that he’s sent her (and she has sent back, but she’d rather die than admit that). 

And she clicks on one that always gets her just a little too hot, always pushes her right over the edge, that smirk, that dark glint in his eyes, the way he looks at her right before he sinks in, fucks her silly, hungry for it. Already her hand is slipping down to her panties and she’s imagining all the ways in which he can– Her door opens and Mikasa screams, her phone going flying and one can only imagine the absolute terror that overtakes her as Mikasa comes face to face with none other than her mother. 

“Darling, are you okay? You look flushed,” Her mother asks in concern, coming over to place a hand over her daughter’s forehead, checking for a fever. “Mother!” Mikasa hisses, “I’m not,” She shoves her hand away, “I’m fine I was just–” “What? Where is your phone, what were you doing?” So fucking nosy, she curses her mother’s inability to let things go. “I was reading a scary story.” Lies!

“Well you better not have broken it young lady, that cost your father good money, now where is it?” 

Mikasa scrambles to find where she’d thrown the phone, waving her mother off, “It’s fine, I’ll get it, what did you want anyway?” Her mother makes a tsk-ing noise, “I was coming to ask if you want me to put your laundry in the dryer, don’t take that tone with me young lady you live under my roof–” “Yes mom, I was just umm busy, it’s fine, that would be great I appreciate you, if you could please just,” Mikas gestures towards the door as she continues to rummage around her comforter, looking for the damned device. Her mother gives her a stern look before reluctantly stepping towards the door, and it’s then that they both spot it, her Iphone sitting innocently in the middle of the carpet having flown much farther than Mikasa could have ever anticipated, swathed in a pile of panties Mikasa has yet to put away. 

But even from far away, the image on the screen is obvious, in high definition, full resolution colour and also, because Eren’s dick is simply that big, of course it can be seen by even her infamously blind mother. 

It’s quiet for a moment, a pregnant pause as her mother examines the very impressive erect penis on her daughter’s phone screen. 

“Mikasa,” Her mother takes a deep breath, reaching down to grab the device, a somewhat exhausted lilt to her voice, “Darling whose penis is that?” “No one’s, Mom GO AWAY!” Mikasa makes to grab the phone away, but at that exact moment, the menace himself chooses to text her, the booty call she’d been waiting for, his name written in all caps next to a skull emoji and another much more incriminating emoji…

EREN 💀🍆 10:00 PM

Wyd ? 👅

“Huh,” Her mom releases a little huff, “I see the Yeager boy is good for more than just mowing the lawn.”

Mikasa wants to scream.

[clickerflight]

Voltober 31. Oubliette - Fallen Part 14

Author's notes: I hope I'm not sliding into Ivan/Gale/Alpha-2 being completely brainwashed too fast, but ah well. I think it's a decent pace and it's been surprisingly fun! I can't wait for Kolt to see him again.

Challenge Masterlist - Part 30

Fallen Masterlist - Part 13

Content: living weapon whumpee, lady scientist whumper, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, brainwashed, mentions of torture

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Forgotten | Brainwashed | Suppressed Memories

Alpha-2 was obedient. He was quick to follow orders and he was loyal.

Well, loyal to Dr. LeAnne. He was not emotionless. He would still kill Dr. Anderson the moment the option became available to him. The man had not gone back on his word, dragging Alpha-2 out of bed every other night to play with him for hours, using different syringes full of unknown chemicals to elicit pains that brought Alpha-2 right to the edge of his sanity before using vials that brought on such pleasure it pushed him to the other end of the scale.

Still, he had persevered, and he had not broken. It had been pretty easy. All he had to do was imagine Dr. LeAnne’s gentle hands and her promise that she would let him kill Dr. Anderson when the time came. He could wait. He was patient.

Now, Dr. LeAnne stood with him, smiling to herself. She was clearly pleased, and that caused any tension in Alpha-2’s mind to relax. If she was happy, he was happy. If she was happy, he would be rewarded. He loved making her happy.

“You have made it through your training very well, my dear,” she said warmly. “I am so proud of you. Are you ready for your last test?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, almost eagerly. Usually, emotion of any kind in his tone was not appreciated, but she grinned eagerly herself. That was why she was the superior master to Dr. Anderson. She understood him and loved him, and that was all it took to make him want to give her the world.

“Good. Now, how have you been feeling? I know that the first part of training was hard on you. Has that confusion caused you any additional problems?”

He gave his head a firm shake. “No, Ma’am.” And that was true. What was there to be confused about? His job was to obey Dr. LeAnne. Everything else came second to whatever she wanted, whatever he had been before she had taken the reigns of his life. He was grateful to her for that, too. He used to be so confused all of the time, he was fairly certain. Always second guessing himself and the decisions he could no longer remember. This was so much easier. And it was made all the better because she knew exactly what he wanted in return. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at Dr. Anderson, reaffirming the promise to him that the scientist would die horribly at his hands.

“Good,” she chirped. “Let us begin.”

She turned to face him, holding out her tablet for him to look at. There was a face there that was familiar to him from his training. “Phoenix, leader of the Dragon Gang. Enemy.”

“Good,” she cooed.

She swiped to the next picture.

“Lynx, second hand to Phoenix. Below is pictured his team. All enemies.”

“Good. Would you capture them alive, or dead?”

“Whatever my handler desires.”

Dr. LeAnne cooed. “They grow up so fast,” she commented to a guard who rolled his eyes at her antics.

She paused, giving Alpha-2 a stern look. “I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you see this next image, understand?”

Alpha-2 nodded and she lifted her tablet again.

On the screen was a man with black and grey hair, a stern set to his mouth and eyes.

“Familiar,” he said automatically, then flinched, remembering the on and off nights of pain at Dr. Anderson’s hands.

Dr. LeAnne tilted her head. “He should be. He is your number 1 enemy. Why did you flinch like that, darling?”

Daringly, Alpha-2 glanced around to see if Dr. Anderson was anywhere nearby. “Previously, a handler did not appreciate that specific answer in regards to something else and punished this weapon. This weapon apologizes. It will not happen again.”

A displeased frown settled on Dr. LeAnne’s lips, churning up fear in Alpha-2’s stomach. “A handler? Not me, certainly. Dr. Anderson?”

Alpha-2 swallowed. “This weapon was told not to discuss Dr. Anderson’s night time activities when it comes to this weapon.” There was a small swell of victory in his stomach. Holding to the promise Dr. Anderson had forced out of him, but clearly outlining that something had been wrong. He had been trying to find a way to let Dr. LeAnne know something was going on for two weeks now.

“Tell me, Alpha-2,” she said, seething, “What the other handler has been doing. This is a direct order.”

“Ma’am, Dr. Anderson has been disrupting this weapon’s sleep to take him to test drugs and torture mechanics on,” Alpha-2 said with relish. “He has been mistreating this weapon. This weapon was unable to tell you due to direct demands, ma’am.”

Maybe the second ma’am wasn’t necessary, but Dr. LeAnne liked it when he deferred to her at every possible moment.

He could hear her back teeth grinding as she hissed, “Drugs!? TORTURE!? What kind of drugs?”

“As far as this weapon can guess, everything as was deemed safe. Everything from extreme pleasure to extreme pain. Truth serums, venom, large quantities of pure healing elixirs, and everything in between. If this weapon is allowed to say so, it has been extremely unpleasant.”

Dr. LeAnne was literally stomping around, she was so angry. The guards tensing up as they worried she would be taking her vast anger out on them.

She finally came to a stop, her eyes glittering with malice. “Alpha-2. Come with me to the ready room.”

He simply nodded and followed. As the guards followed too, she turned and held up a finger. “Ah, not you. You will go on leave for a week, and if what has been said here today gets back to Dr. Anderson, I will unleash my pet here on you, hmmm? Understand?”

The guards nodded quickly and turned to leave silently.

In the ready room, Dr. LeAnne sat on the table and gestured for him to sit in the chair in front of her.

He did so eagerly, waiting patiently until she put her hands in his hair and pulled his head into her lap, stroking his lengthening curls and rubbing little circles into his neck. “You’re a very good weapon,” she crooned. “My weapon, and this has gone on long enough, I think. I am so sorry he hurts you, my dearest one. So so sorry.”

He hummed softly, something she graciously allowed as her fingers dipped down to his shoulders, rubbing the muscles there. Each touch felt like a firework going off under his skin, reminding him that she had been the only one to ever touch him kindly.

There was a vague feeling that that wasn’t quite true, but it was chased away by her breath on his ear as she bent down to whisper to him.

“The next time you see Dr. Anderson, I want you to pretend to break. Pretend to be his. Get him alone somehow. And kill him. Kill him however you see fit. Let me know if you need anything to enjoy yourself as you do it. I will cover it all up for you, my sweet toy. My good weapon. My beloved dog.”

She tugged at one of his curls and his breathing hitched. He loved that she decided to grow his hair out. He loved how it felt when she played with it and took care of it.

“This weapon will need keys. To the shackles,” he breathed.

“It is done,” she replied. “Will you need any implements to exact your revenge.”

“No. He will supply them.”

“Good. I will work out the details for covering all of this up. Do it at night, when he pulls you out of your room, alright? That will give me time to plant some interesting things for the higher ups to look at when they come looking into why their favorite lab boy has died.”

Alpha-2 shivered as she kissed the shell of his ear before she sat up again, pushing him off of her lap and back into the chair.

He sat up straight, attentive as she pulled out her tablet, the face of that strange man still on it.

“Back to this, my weapon. This is your enemy. You are training so hard now to face him. He will be your first truly difficult mission. We will work up to him, but it will be your job to capture him alive and mostly unharmed. A very difficult task.”

He nodded firmly. Difficult indeed. He was only just getting started in his true physical training, but he was learning it was harder keeping a target alive for capture rather than just killing them. He hoped Dr. LeAnne would continue to be gracious as he worked out how to do deliver was she wanted from him in that aspect as well.

“Do you know his name?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“This weapon does not, ma’am.”

“This is the super villain Kolt. His blood it what we have been using to make you better. Stronger. But we only have so much stored, so we need him back so we can finish forging you into the perfect weapon.”

“May this weapon ask a question?”

“Yes.”

“Was he this weapon’s enemy before…. Before you?”

Dr. LeAnne smiled a smiled that made his heart flutter in his chest. “Yes, dear weapon. He has been you enemy always. He destroyed you. He left you beaten and broken where I found you. And I felt so bad, I had to build you up again, remember?”

There was a faint memory of looking up at her from the ground, a scratchy carpet in his face. That had to be it. He nodded.

“Good. And I will help you remove your enemy and use him to make you stronger. Then you will help me.”

“This weapon would help you either way, ma’am,” he replied freely, and she smiled.

“I know, sweetness, but I want to give and not just take, after all.”

She got a very serious look on her face and leaned forward. “Now, I need you to really listen to me, Alpha-2. Your enemy, Kolt, he will try and tell you that you were friends. He will try and use your memory against you. It had to be removed because it hurt you so bad, understand. And he knows that.”

Alpha-2 nodded seriously. That was incredibly cruel. To try and convince him that they were friends, when Kolt was the reason he could no longer remember. This was all making perfect sense, falling into place like puzzle pieces in his mind.

“You will not speak with him. If you must, simply refuse what he tells you, and ignore him. You may even pretend to be deaf, if you would like. Do not give him any reaction, it’s what he wants. He will say anything to slip you up.”

“This weapon will not listen. This weapon will not fail you,” Alpha-2 said with such conviction, he was almost afraid he would be reprimanded for it.

Still, Dr. LeAnne graciously allowed it and even grinned. “Good. You are my perfect weapon. All we need now is for you to finish your physical training, manifest some powers, and we will rule this world. I will always take care of you, and you me. That is our pact, remember?”

He nodded. “This weapon remembers.”

“Good. Now, we need to finish your little test. I will list things and you will tell me the first thing you remember.”

The rest of the test was easy. She said names that Alpha-2 had no recollection of, and objects that meant nothing to him. The only thing he stumbled on, for some reason, was pickles.

“Chocolate,” he said without thinking. He frowned, realizing what a strange thing that was to say.

Dr. LeAnne didn’t really seem to notice. “Oh, has my weapon been craving chocolate? Don’t worry, my sweet. I will bring you chocolate once you have killed Dr. Anderson for me, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am. This… Your weapon would sincerely enjoy that.”

Dr. LeAnne gasped with delight upon hearing that. “Yes, my weapon! Oh, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

She leaned forward, cupping a hand to his cheek and kissing him gently on the forehead. He smiled to himself as she leaned back, looking back down at her tablet.

“I believe that is all, my dear. You have done very well for me today. Remember, if you think of anything else you may need to deal with Dr. Anderson, all you have to do is ask.”

“This weapon will keep that in mind, ma’am.”

“Perfect. Take the rest of your day off, Alpha-2. Get some real rest.”

He nodded and stood up, taking his leave as she looked back down at her tablet. He felt very warm inside. He would get to kill Dr. Anderson. He would get to finally have his revenge, and then Dr. LeAnne would have him all to herself. It was better than anything else he could ever imagine.

He was almost too excited to sleep. However, he had been given an order, so he obeyed it as soon as he laid in his cot and closed his eyes.

Fallen Part 15 - Coming soon!

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[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P32 - P36

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P5 P6-P10 P11-13 P14-17 P18-22 P23-27 P28- 31

"…Yes," I gasped, "Yes. he leaves at six. She'll be in bed by nine."

"I will be at your balcony five minutes past." He smirked, "Please don't keep me waiting darling" he almost whined,

We shared another passionate kiss but we heard Miss Hardcastles' footsteps so we quickly shared one more kiss before we separated and straightened ourselves putting a good space between us and getting on with the work at hand.

She returned and stiffened herself, "Do excuse me,"

"No problem," he nodded as he continued practising the procedure cutting apart the body before him often Jack and I met eyes doing our best to hide our smiles, I sketched and made notes while he worked for a moment as I sat watching Jack work on the body I thought for a moment what our life will be like once we're married, to visit him at work bringing our baby in my arms to visit Jack as he worked, for the hospital to be a part of our lives.

"It's time we get going," Miss Hardcastle spoke up, "You're father requested you be back for dinner,"

"Yes Of course," I nodded trying to hide my disappointment as I slowly packed away my bag and Jack cleaned off his hands,

"Let me lead you lovely ladies back to the entry way at least," he smiled as he happily took my hand and led me up to the front doors and steps of the hospital into the setting sun,

"It's been… eventful Doctor, Thank you for showing us around," She smiled,

"You're very welcome miss Hardcastle, I will try to make it less gory for your next visit," he smiled to her giving her hand a small polite kiss, before he turned his attention to me holding my hands in his,

"It's been a pleasure Doctor Dawkins," I curtsied,

"no no pleasure has been all mine Miss Everset. You look after yourself on the way home, both of you." he smiled, "I look forward to when I next get the opportunity to be in your presence my darling," he smiled taking my hand to give it a sweet kiss and a wink,

"As do I," I smiled,

"Come along then y/n" She said so I nodded and let her lead me down the steps away from his hands, she lead me away down the street but in my last moment I turned back and blew him a kiss which he happily blew me back as I scurried away excited for tonight,

I bid my father goodbye at the door as he headed out with his poker match with his businessmen. The moment he headed off I bolted up to my room, I moved behind my screen, I slipped off my dress from, the day and left it on the small washing basket. I unlaced my corset strand by strand and let it fall, I took my underdress and tossed it away, I took my bloomers and pulled them down, leaving me utterly exposed to the world. I took my white woollen socks and tugged them up my legs letting the top linger at my mid-thigh, I slipped on my little red slippers even if part of me… Kinda wanted to wear my boots. But… I'm already being cruel enough to poor Jack. I grabbed my prettiest nightgown and slipped it on, I so rarely wore it I always found it to be too thin and cold even in the summer heat, and I know my father never much liked it.

I recall one day coming down to breakfast in our little London house and him telling me to change he told me to save such a nightie for when I had a gentleman…

Well, father, I have a gentleman.

It was thin only one layer of soft white silk, with long angle sleeves that were tight to my upper arms but flared out and hung from my elbows with a row of lace around the bottom, the top of the dress though solid at the back was in two parts at the front allowing me to wrap the two silk strips under my breasts to support them up, and together, Tieing them in a bow at my sternum. the top of it then formed a V seeking down to the centre of my chest weighed down by the weight of the silk bow now tied in it, the small row of white lace at the top cradled my cleavage, and the rest of the nightgown fell gracefully to my ankles with a final row of lace. I smiled at myself a few times as I shifted in my nightgown before I picked out my red chiffon dressing gown that I didn't bother to tie merely let it hang over me.

I Let my hair fall freely allowing it in its uncooperative way to merely fall how it saw fit seeing my own natural curls as well as those from it being wet when putting up and being in an updo all day, even if I did need to grab my brush to brush out the divot left by my hat pin.

I picked up my lipstick from my vanity and merely rubbed the tip of my finger into the pigmented block, I dapped three small dots onto each cheek and blended them before I painted across my lips but then wiped most of it away with a cloth leaving muy lips stained by the red rather then coated in it, I spritzed my neck with perfume but only one faint spray not wanting to coat myself in it, I spritzed once more slightly lower into my cleavage giggling at the coldness, and I spritzed the tops of my socks at my mid thigh.

Finally, I took my red ribbon and removed it from the day unable to even look. as I retired it to make sure it looked pretty.

When my eyes returned to my reflection, I didn't want to look away, I ddin't want to force down the image of myself for the first time in… as long as I could even remember. The only exception being my Ball, but as beautiful as I looked then. I looked like my mother,

I saw her in me, but now. I saw me. and Only Me.

"Hello, You." I smiled at my reflection,

"Miss Everset." I heard behind me, so I slowly turned to see Miss Hardcastle at my doorway clearly here to say goodnight, glaring me down as she stood there,

"Evening…" I smiled trying to look not to look suspicious,

"Evening," she said, "You look… Glamorous for bed."

"Well…" I tried to quickly lie, "If you can't dress glamorous for bed when can you?" I joked,

"mhm," She glared her eyes never leaving mine, She came closer and for a second I saw her nose twitch as she undoubtedly smelt my perfume, she glared me down giving me not a single place to hide from her. For a moment I felt the years of her protection, and guidance as my governess the closest thing to a mother I had since my own passed. "We both know there are only two things true at this moment…" she said and I nodded, "Either, today's outing to the hospital with your courtier was far more exciting to you than it was to me, and you plan young lady to spent tonight in the throws of your sheets with your artworks," she said a wicked knowing smile grew on her lips and I couldn't help but blush a small chuckle escaped my lips to hear her speak of such things,

"Or?" I asked,

"Or. As your father is away tonight and we both know he will likely not be returning until late morning tomorrow at its earliest, … you plan on having a visitor?"

"Perhaps." I blushed,

"I see." She nodded, turned and walked to the door holding the doorknob in hand as she glanced back to me, "I will knock in the morning, reply to with a knock singular for your usual breakfast in your room, twice if I need make it for two. Goodnight Y/n."

"Goodnight Lisa," I smiled with a slight nod,

And she quickly left shutting the door and going to her own room.

I giggled made sure my door was locked and began to prep my room, I made my bed and let the curtains of my canopy bed sit sweetly, I made sure the fire burnt brightly, and I took the flame and lit candles around my room to make the room have a warm soft glow. So my room was lit by the candle lights flame I adjusted myself a little, and I heard the creek of the tree outside my window so I smiled and leaned my back against the bedpost of my canopy bed, letting my robe fall off one shoulder. I saw Jack as he climbed onto my balcony and gave himself an adjustment before he came in through my balcony door into my bedroom.

For a second he glanced around my bedroom with an excited smile, he had cleaned himself up and got dressed in his nice clean clothes before he noticed me. He jumped slightly as he noticed me stopping short as his eyes slowly walked from my slippers to my hair his smirk growing wider the longer he looked at me.

"Good Evening Doctor Jack Dawkins," I cooed as seductively I possibly could,

"Good Evening Miss Y/n Everset," he smirked, as he slipped off his hat and jacket sitting them on the chair and stepping closer to me,

"How do I look?" I giggled, shifting my shoulders slightly,

"You… Look… Gorgeous," he growled slightly biting his lip,

"I do?"

"ohh you do darling," He nodded, "you know what you look like?"

"No? What do I look like?"

He stopped inches from me biting his lip hard and slightly shaking his head as if he were trying to force himself to resist his own urges, he took in a breath sharply before he finally spoke. "Like Mrs Dawkins," He smirked as he grabbed me one hand on my waist the other on my neck his lips forced themselves against my own, his foot stepped between my legs and he pressed his body as tight to me as possible, I melted and happily kissed him back knotting my fingers into his hair.

Jack pushed me up against the bedpost, his body against me in every possible inch so close I could feel the cold of the metal clips on his suspenders, his foot between my own giving me little way to escape him, not that I wanted to. His hands on my waist stroking my robe, my own in his hair twisting in his freshly cleaned locks trying to bring him even closer. Our lips met in a fiery embrace, igniting a passion and enthusiasm that surpassed any feeling I had ever experienced before. In that moment, the world around us dissolved into a hazy blur, and everything else ceased to exist. I was lost in his love, feeling like a tree deeply rooted to the ground, unable to move or even think. The sensation of being downstream from a dam The steady flow of water was a gentle trickle, soothing and comforting. But suddenly, the dam had burst and I was hit with a deluge of his passion. It was like a powerful current, sweeping me away and leaving me completely overwhelmed. Every fibre of my being was consumed by his love.

the gentle metallic taste of his lips against me, the scent of blood, medical chemicals, and pin tar soap, I enjoyed every heavenly second of his lips on my own as our lips moved their clacking sound all that echoed in my room with only the fire's cracks for competition, I pulled him desperately close wanting to feel his every inch, his every way, he didn't deny me, in fact, bringing himself even closer as our kisses got not only more passionately but more sloppy and haphazardly as neither of us tried to kiss sweetly or beautifully our kisses only a vehicle for our rampant desire this becoming far messier. I began tugging and pulling on his hair, our bodies bumping one another as we both tried so desperately to be closer our heads moving up and down as we desperately kissed one another, our own mouth kisses causing us to battle one another for control and as much as he wanted it I wasn't going to simply give in and let him have it the little groans and gasps he made fueled me more as his hands exploded my nightie without hesitation,

His hands slipped up to my shoulders and gently pushed off my robe letting it pool around our feet, He smirked and kissed down my neck nibbling and kissing my tender skin, his lips kissed up my neck to the crook of my jaw which he kissed a heavy open mouth his warm tongue against my skin, his teeth graze my jaw bone until he bites down and softly sucks giving me a hickey right under my jaw. I gasped and tugged his hair hard squirming against his affection.

"Jack…" I gasped,

"shhh…" he reminded, "We wouldn't want your governess knowing I'm here," He whispered,

"she knows." I giggled,

"Oh?" he smirked, "well then. We don't have to be as quiet as I thought we did," He smirked, returning to my lips I happily kissed back his hand stroked down my neck and his fingers wandered down his sternum, stroking his fingertips across the lace at my cleavage until he finally met the bow on my nightgown, he smirked and pulled back nibbling my neck and shoulder, his fingers stroked the bow softly and slowly before tugging on it slowly his quick nimble fingers pull on the bow until it undid completely exposing my bare breasts, I blushed hard glancing down at myself as his looks at me, "Fuck… You're so beautiful,"

"Really?"

"How am I meant to resist you when you look like this," He growled,

He stroked down my sternum before he gently grasped my breast, I gasped and he groaned into my neck his hand softly groped and fondled my breast, he gently tugged on my nipple making me squeal a little blushing hard, he returned to kiss my lips and began to rub on my nipple as his other hand grasped my other breast as we heavily made out. He pulled back and smirked before he kissed down my neck and chest until he met my breast giving the tender skin little kisses and licked my nipple with a gentle circle,

"Uhhh Jack!" I gasped twisting his hair my head thrown back against the bedpost,

"Make me stop…"

"Jack I-"

"Make me stop, tell me to stop," He cooed, "Tell me to stop." he gasped as he rubbed his nose against my own nose, "Or I won't be able to stop…"

"I don't want you to stop,"

"Perfect darling," He smirked pulling me back into a kiss,

I kissed him back with an eager passion he moved his hands to undo the buttons of his waistcoat tossing it to the floor with my robe, he kissed down my neck as his hands gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me up against the bedpost, wrapping my legs around his waist as he kisses and nibbles my neck,

"Ohh Jack-" I moaned softly tugging on his hair,

he smirked and squeezed my thighs before he lifted me up and pressed me to his chest before he stepped back and then dropped me on my bed,

I giggled as I laid on my back on my bed with my nightie undone at my chest and long lingering on the rest of me, Jack stood between my legs and smirked down at me biting his lip hard.

"… How far are we going?"

"How far do you want to go?" I gasped,

"I think you know the answer to that darling," he cooed,

"we'll We're courting, and we'll be engaged in a few months, I don't see a reason we can't go as far as we want," I giggled,

he gasped his eyes looking at me desperately, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I nodded,

Immediately he jumped on me pinning my body onto the bed, pushing every inch of himself against me kissing me with an electric passion his hands slipping my nightgown off struggling not to rip it off with his enthusiasm, as He abandoned it at my knees kissing all over my body from my jaw down my neck, down my chest and peppering kisses on my stomach, I giggled and tugged on his suspenders, he happily sat up kneeling on the bed between my legs and pealing the suspenders off his shoulders leaving them hung from his hips taking a moment to look at me now without my nightie,

"Holy fuck-"

"What?"

"…You are beautiful!"

"I'm not disappointing?"

"Disappointing?" he chuckled, "I'd marry you right now if you let me. Ummm! fuck! I can't wait to marry you, have this" he smirked stroking down my waist, "Waiting for me to get home, umm I'd run home every night just to get home to see you laid in bed waiting for me darling," he growled kissing me slowly and sloppily, before he pulled his shirt out from his trousers and tossed it off over his head,

I bit my lip hard seeing him like this and my hands stroked across his chest,

"Oohh? You like me like this?" he smirked, "Humm am I desirable to my future bride?"

"Mhm," I nodded with a slight squeak,

"You are adorable darling," He cooed,

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure," he smirked kissing my neck, "I want this so much,"

"You do?"

"I do," He smirked, "I want… us, to pretend tonight is our wedding night."

"Umm… then make me your bride Jack" I gasped pulling him back to kiss me,

[nelmyriel]

[ Castlevania: Nocturne ]

Briefly (haha, nope) about my attitude to Netflixvania: I’m neither a fan of the original animated series, nor its hater (I like S1 and S2, but S3 and S4 are absolutely not for me. Apart from the franchise, it remains one of the strongest animated works). I'm always open to new things as long as the creators try to keep at least some connection between characters and their prototypes (and I have some concerns about it).

As a fan of Maria Renard (especially the grown-up version), I'm glad she's not forgotten. The gaming community is largely divided between those who see Maria as a funny child added into the universe as a joke, and those who hate the adult version for being implied to be Alucard's love interest (I don’t agree with some fans' interpretation of their relationship, but more on that another time. glorfys_glorioushair's vision is the closest to me).

I'M TIRED, I just want to meet new people, even if we have different canon sources. I will take care of them, warm them up, presenting the games xD

In more detail (not criticism, just verbiage): Let's start from the obvious part — this is a product of inspiration, not an adaptation in the literal sense. To get some pleasure watching the animated series, you need to distance yourself from games. This is a quite standard method nowadays, I think.

I'm still forming an opinion about Nocturne, because the story is not finished yet. But I'm also slowly plunging into melancholy, because Alumaria ship and Maria are the cornerstones of my love to Castlevania per se.

How changed is the huntress' image? Well, I feel like Netflix missed some potential that games contained (or will implement it later?) and done a hideous damage with Maria's swearing, but there's still a chance to patch up such flaws with her growing up.

I always imagined her as a battle Lady. Dangerous and daring, but elegant and well-mannered (if I correctly understood Renard family's position). If I were the adaptation's author, I would tend to the archetype of a young noble lady breaking stereotypes. (Without extremes, of course — she is engaged in a tough business). This would have provided interesting dynamics with other characters (and an interesting detail for Richette), since the nobility side would be represented not only by vampires, but also the dissident protagonists.

This doesn’t mean I think Netflix’s biography of Maria is bad — it’s just different and takes us away from Konami again. Whether this is good or bad — we still have to find out. Perhaps it's just a matter of habit?

However, I'm hopeful about the family arc. Such plot has controversial nuances, but it's much better than the off-screen death of nameless parents. I want to witness the girl's experiences and life lessons! I'm also absolutely thrilled with how Tera's character was reworked!

I thank and at the same time judge the creators for the way they managed characters' age. Now the gifted summoner better fits the gloomy setting, but, unfortunately, she meets Alucard too early — this fact obviously sets the audience against the romance. Because of S4*, I already had to bury my dream about "one true love" story (its symbolism is expressed in the wolf form), and then they added fuel to the fire**.

(*A dude can't experience "first and/or only love" more than once (not being reincarnated, of course), so my favorite trope just won't be adapted. It's not about Greta, she's a good (one of the best in S4, actually) character. You can substitute Sonia in her place or swap Maria and Greta, and my message will not change. It’s just that Konami — many years ago — hooked me with a story about naive and inexperienced lovers. Given Alucard's nature, this made an interesting topic to explore. But, since I am still here, it means I accept new rules.) (**In my culture, only the moment (age) when a romance begins is important. Not the moment of first meeting. But it's hard to miss the public outcry — people haven't seen the characters' relations yet, but already hate their dynamics).

I'm also upset that in battle scenes Maria is a pale shadow of herself. In the opening fight, she couldn't handle just one vampire, but I hope that the writers intentionally left room for her skills development. Drawing a little minus for this. But a plus for the sword and the underrated DXC design!

Well, if the plot disappoints me, at least a lot of visual content will remain, which is a real treasure for a fan of unpopular Maria. I'll always admire the work of all involved artists.

P.S. Yes, I deliberately omit the analysis of general history, setting, etc. (After all, this is not a review of the entire Nocturne, just a character's superficial analysis). There is a huge room for discussion, but I will leave it to more historically savvy people. One thing I understand for sure: this is one of the most visually and historically rich basis, which wasn't used properly. On the other hand, it's mainly a matter of budget. Corporations are unfair to creative studios. In my perfect world, Powerhouse and Konami join their forces.

Hey Konami, don't you have an animation studio? Your followers are dreaming about a canonical adaptation or a remake of an iconic game with significantly deeper plot.

I never seriously criticize and certainly never post angry manifests, especially dedicated to someone’s creative expression. I'm always looking for the positive aspects, but if my patience runs out, I usually just retire.

Anyway, since the release of S1 I've been immersed in the Nocturne fandom and even prepared something unique for you!

P.P.S. Sorry for the confusion and my poor English!

[goddess-queenrose]

Censored Release- part 2

I simply watch you, fascinated. Within 10 seconds you were so lost in the pixels on the screen that you seemed to forget I was there.

“I can’t figure out what’s exciting you more pet” my voice cut through the room, overpowering the previous sound of you desperately pulling away at my dickie, “being allowed to please my pathetic little cock or the fact that you’re so willingly degrading yourself being so horny over pixels..”

You hand freezes for just a second, as you’re processing the truth you’re now having to face, not even sure which was more exciting for you. Was it finally being allowed to feel some pleasure or was it the horrible humiliation of knowing you’re so eagerly fapping to mere pixels on a screen?

You ponder for a few seconds, losing your thoughts briefly as you got distracted by the uncensored feet on the screen in front of you, feeling my desperate beta dickie swelling in your hand.

“I think it’s both Goddess” you say as quietly as you can, hoping I wouldn’t hear.

All these thoughts; the humiliation, the undeniable horniness, the addiction you’re forming for pixels, the growing temptation to start begging me to permanently deny you of any female nudity, the fact whenever you see a pretty lady in public all you want to do is advert your gaze and find somewhere private so you can look at censored porn.. the overwhelming, undeniable need to go deeper into your dedication for censored porn, your head starts to spin as all the thoughts throw themselves through your mind and your hips start thrusting with your movements as you feel your pleasure building, your breathing starts to speed up as your thoughts begin to take control.

“Easy there pet, you don’t want it to be over too quickly do you?” my voice pulls you back to reality just enough to regain control of yourself.

“No, Goddess” you reply meekly, removing your hand and leaving your thrusts to throw themselves into nothing, unable to control your voice and letting out a small groan of frustration as you feel my little dick twitching as it’s left untouched.

“Well, it looks like you’re craving some edging today beta, I want at least 10 before I’ll even consider allowing you to let my pathetic cock shoot its load. If you even want a chance of that, you’d better start showing Mistress just how desperate you are to cum from looking at these pixels.”

You feel your cheeks blushing again and a heat spreading across your face as you realise the truth is that you want nothing more than to worship censored photos. You know you’re undeserving of a ladies divine parts and that to reduce yourself to looking at censored women will always be able to get my dick harder than tits or pussy ever could. This is what you want and need and accepting that is the biggest turn on for my pathetic beta dick.

You feel my breathe on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine, bringing you back to the room and your current situation, even just the thought of it all making my little cock pulse and twitch.

“Still 9 more to go pet, chop chop.”

“Yes My Queen” you manage in a whisper, wondering how the hell you’re going to manage 9 more edges when my dick is so sensitive just holding it brings you back to the edge and you can’t help but let out a moan as you start stroking my sensitive little cock again.

[ticholasnesla]

disney live watch part 1 -Sleeping Beauty (1959)

i think im gonna some a disney semi-live blogging today if you'd like to follow along. I will tag with #DisneyLiveBlog for your blogging pleasure, as well as #LongPost and any other tags.

I will watch n share my thoughts in chunks cuz i want to get through this movie at a reasonable pace. (hence semi-live) Anyways lets do this

Today this post is dedicated to SLEEPING BEAUTY - one of my favourites growing up. It is also my favourite stylistically.

First off, sharing is caring. ☺️ plus i will unplug my crismis tree when my viewing partner decides to move on (and after i get some lunch :( )

Im gonna start with one of my favourite sequences in the film. As im watching im noticing all the l different art going on in the backgrounds and i just 💙🩷💚 the fairies are also the best

So gorgeous. Reminds me of those music player screens you'd watch for hrs on end in the early 2000s

I love this fucking movie.

She is just gorgeous and i love that she has a crow and i love her gown and i love her cheekbones

Aurora's parents are also so lovely. I for sure for sure for sure had a crush on the Queen as a kid. The gentleness between them, the queen's gentle hands...Just wonderful.

Anyways lets get this show on the road. Thank you, Maleficient. I will get those christmas lights off soon.

I love catching characters as they're talking. You can catch so many microexpressions, silly moments...so good. Also dont yell at me but im starting to wonder if Kanaya was loosely based off her? Those lil dark spikes off the sides of her headpiece?

Eh hu hu hu hu

Poor Maryweather. What have you ladies walked into today... my favourite of the fairiez btw always n forever

And this scene ends off with another beautiful sequence and a great final shot.

And thats part 1! Im gonna try and behave as i reblog this. Thank u for following along if u made it this far.

Stay tuned for additional reblogs and hopefully more humor!

[myfairstarlight]

You have truly spoiled me today, gentle author, thank you so much for taking precious time to respond to my ask <3 You have put into words so many thoughts I've been having, jumbling around in my head, and much better than i ever could! I am grateful for you!

I agree with you on all counts, especially Colin's jealousy!! It's rather sad that it had to be relegated to the backburner in order to fit everything else, when them being writers was one of the ways they truly bonded in the book. And that Penelope was old hat and had something to teach him--as an accomplished writer herself-- which paralleled the fact that he could teach her about sexual intimacy, that was nice too.

If I may ramble some in your inbox a little longer, although I admittedly lean more towards enjoying the show than the books (not to say the books aren't also enjoyable, of course, its just a matter of preference), another thing that the books have over the show as a whole, in my humble opinion, is because they are so exclusively focused on their primary couple, we get so much more time and attention on them as both individual characters and a couple--apart, together, in a room full of people, just the two of them, etc.

The shows side plots can be a bit of a double-edged sword in that way. On one hand, it's nice to meet characters and see interactions we didnt have in the books--we got to know Penelope so much earlier as a result, for example, which I liked a lot. But, I feel some show subplots dont always make the most sense or are resolved in such a way that it's kind of like "what was the point?" As a result, we also lose time with our primary love match of the season, literally LOL

Both mediums certainly have their pros and cons, but I guess what I'm getting at overall is I'm so glad we get to have both ha!

Good night and sweet dreams, gentle author, thank you again for your kindness <3

Dearest anon, the pleasure has been mine!

What a lovely message to wake up to, thank you (let's ignore that I'm answering in the afternoon as I type this).

That is the main reason I always try to not compare books and show too much, or you just sign up for disappointment if you only care about the main couple.

I personally like that the show decided to make it an ensemble show, like you said it allowed us to be introduced to Penelope much earlier, and even other characters have already been introduced like Sir Philip who casual viewers won't think much of, but those who read the books get excited as they point to the screen. It allows us to see all the Bridgertons be a family as well, and see them grow and expand, as well as see new relationships the book would never explore (Penelope and Madame Delacroix come to mind, they were a delight this season! Gen is the only woman who understands what it means to have a business and not wanting to let it go, she is the only one who understands Penelope in that regard). Now the downside is that, with only 8 episodes per season, and such a large rooster of characters, there's only so much they can fit without things feeling overwhelming or rushed, and that's an issue all 3 seasons have in my opinion. I do feel like it could be easily fixed by having more episodes per season because it is clear they have a lot to tell, but oh well.

Bridgerton as a show is definitely more of a drama than a truly romance show in my eyes, especially with the way they used Lady Whistledown compared to the books where she did not have as much of a power, and with the addition of Queen Charlotte as a character. S3 challenged that a bit by introducing rom-com elements especially in part 1, but part 2 did show that it thrives with drama and tension as well. But the books are definitely a good addition for those who wish for more content focusing solely on the couples and their struggles. The show is adjacent-enough, but it took a lot of liberties. I suppose it depends on the individual to decide if that is a good or bad thing, personally, I like that it's so different (especially in how it portrays the men, actually, though I would still like to duel Show!Simon), you still get to be surprised, whether you start with the show or the book. I know people have been complaining about the lack of more polin scenes this season, but I fear that is just the standard Bridgerton formula, saphne and kanthony were not spared this issue either, and I fear the other couples will find the same fate. We can still complain though, we definitely did not need so many cuts back to Benedict having a threesome in e8.

Finally dear anon, if you ever wish to continue discussing even more on our mutual love for Colin and Penelope, know that my messages are open <3

[shadowwolflady]

Shadow Intern Part 1

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Hawks originally denied having Tokoyami as an intern. But the kid's quirk was familiar. He knows of another shadow weaver that may have some insight.

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Hawks needed some fresh air; leaping out of the agency building, he took a flight to where he could think clearly. The sky always helped to clear his head. He wasn’t tethered down and could float freely among the clouds, without a care. This wasn’t the case for this flight. His blood pumped through his body faster, providing fresh oxygen to his brain to help him think. Now that his brain was cleared, he could focus on the problem posed before him. A file he had read on his computer about a possible intern from U.A. named Tokoyami Fumikage.

Hawks had the teen tag along for a weekend, which wasn’t too bad. But for an entire internship?

Originally, when approached about the offer, Hawks turned it away when handed the paperwork and file. He hated paperwork, always more paperwork. It was mainly the paperwork that told him ‘No’, on top of him not wanting to drag around an extra body, asking questions, not keeping up, and getting in the way. This had been going on for several days this week, with phone calls and more files being delivered to his agency. Another notification pinged in his inbox, he read at the heading ‘Intern’ and the sender, Nezu from UA.

“What does that damn rat want now?” He muttered as he opened the email. Several attachments automatically opened in separate windows on the monitor, one pulling up information on the potential intern and the other the form to fill out for the intern’s shadow days. “Shadow quirk, huh?” He muttered as he leaned his elbow onto the desk and placed his head into his hand. Shadow. A chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned back in his chair before standing up and closing the laptop in front of him. “Looks like I’m going to need some fresh air.” He muttered, adjusting his headphones back onto his ears and pulling down his glasses over his eyes.

Now, he was flying high above Kyushu, heading northeast towards Kyoto. A gloved hand went into a pocket on his jacket, finding the familiar form of his cellphone, he carefully grasped it and pulled it out. Not even bothering to look at the screen, his thumb put in the security code and went into his contacts once the phone opened up. Bringing the device up to eye level, his amber gaze filtered through the names and emojis on the screen as he scrolled through it, until it came upon a black dot along with the word “Shadow” in the name. Amber eyes narrowed at the name for two seconds before his thumb tapped the screen and name, selecting it and making a call. Once the screen switched to the outgoing call, he brought the cellular device up to his right ear, pushing the one earpiece of his headset back.

And it rang.

And another.

And another.

And…

Someone picked up, there was no noise on the other side, just silence. He flapped his wings and slowed his trajectory; this was so he could hear the recipient better over the wind rushing past him. One corner of his mouth lifted up in a lopsided smile, “Hey, little lady. How’s it hangin’? Haven’t heard from you in some time. Just figured I’d give you a heads up before I popped by.”

A scuff came across the earpiece, “Hawks, to what do I owe the pleasure?” A female voice came across the line. She didn’t sound at all impressed to be talking to the man.

“Awe, can’t I give my Commission’s buddy a call?” He asked in a teasing tone. Closing his eyes, a small sweat drop formed on his temple. “You know we haven’t seen each other since I moved out to Kyushu.” Though this was true, he wanted to sugar coat it a little to not make it sound like he was going to just ask for a favor.

“Not without wanting something, usually.” Her voice was monotone, almost as if she had stated from experience. She had figured him out that quickly. There was several seconds of silence. “What is it?” Her tone dropped and held an edge that told him she may have been slightly annoyed.

Hawks’ face turned serious as he scanned the city below him. “I have something to ask of you. I have an intern-“

“No.” A firm decline came across the line crystal clear, cutting him off.

“Now, now. Hear me out.” He sighed.

“I don’t work with kids.” The tone her voice held, made it clear that was the end of their conversation.

He sighed again. “Look, I wouldn’t be calling you if-“

“No.”

Another wing flap as silence engulfed their conversation. About 15 seconds went by before he spoke quietly into the receiver. “He has a shadow quirk.” There was no response on the other end for several seconds. The brief thought that she hung up on him graced his mind. A sigh was heard, disproving his theory. “Just think about it for a bit. I’ll be over Kyoto after sunset.”

“I’m not going to be able to stop you, am I?” She sounded a little irritated.

A triumphant grin spread across his features. “I knew you’d see it my way. See ya.” Pulling the phone from his ear, he hung up on her. Fidgeting more with his phone, he went into his email and responded back to Nezu, ‘Intern. Accepting, on one condition…’ His thumb paused as he thought of how to word the email. Once he formulated a nicely worded email, he hit the send button before placing the phone back into his pocket.

Adjusting his headphones to the correct position, he propelled himself forward. The wind whipped through his messy blonde hair as he raced time.

A buzz and vibration came from his coat pocket. A hand fished his phone out again, eyes glanced at the screen. “That was fast.” He muttered as he opened his phone again. Nezu had responded to his email almost instantly.

ACCEPTED! Was in the header of the response. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk as he read the contents of the message.

Just as he said, he crested the skyline of Kyoto just after the sun sank below the western horizon. He descended into Kyoto city. Flying low along the suburban outskirts of the city, his sharp eyes scanned the shadows for a figure. The dwindling light played tricks on his eyes as he scanned the shadows. He circled back, another sweep of the lower rooftops. Amber glinted as he spied a figure on a dark roof of a 3-story building.

“Found you,” Hawks chuckled to himself as he descended swiftly and quietly. He barely made any sound as he landed, his scarlet wings folding elegantly behind him. Stretching his arms over his head, “Hey there, sorry to keep you waiting.” The yellow-tinted glasses were pulled up to rest on top of his head before his hands were shoved back into his pockets.

“You? Keep me waiting? Never.” The female voice came from a black-cloaked figure standing a meter away from the corner of the building. Her voice held a sarcastic tone. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her forearms were covered in black leather arm guards with straps. The front of her hooded cloak split open to reveal her whole attire was black; black leather boots with straps, black leggings, black shirt, black gloves, and black belt. The hood cast a shadow over her face, however, the bottom half of her face was covered with a black mask. The only skin showing was on her face, above the mask that covered her mouth and nose. Pale flesh contrasted against the black fabric, brown eyes, and brown bangs were the only other colors that seemed different among her features. The fringe framed above her eyes and around the side of her face, barely brushing the mask by her cheeks.

Amber took in her dark figure before locking with her brown, “Good to see you, Rogue.”

“Likewise,” She said as Hawks gave her a little bow, bringing his arm across his torso in a flamboyant gesture. “Quit being a show-off.” Rogue’s tone was sharp. Hawks stood up straight and assessed her demeanor. “My answer is still ‘No’.”

Hawks let out a sigh, “Still as cold as ever.” ‘Still an Ice Queen,’ crossed his mind. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and bypassed the security screen. Opening the email app, he went to the attachments on the email Nezu sent to him, describing Tokoyami. “He has a shadow quirk.”

“I don’t work with kids.” She reiterated as he moved closer to her and held out his phone for her to take. She glanced at his phone. “No.” Was her answer when she looked back up at him. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what the internship was entitled to. She was not allowed to go on any record. She was supposed to be nonexistent. HPSC was going to reem her when they found out.

Looking off to the side, he lowered his voice a little. “Nezu will keep him under my name. You won’t even be mentioned in the reports.” After several seconds, he looked back to his commission senpai. “Did you think I forgot?” His black-gloved hand moved a little, gesturing for her to take the phone. “Don’t worry, you’ll stay in the shadows just as the HPSC wanted.”

Brown eyes analyzed him, flicking down to the device, her arms uncrossed as she reached one hand out to take the phone. A black leather-gloved hand grasped the phone, the leather missing off the fingertips. The calloused skin on her fingertips shifted the images and documents around on the screen as she read over them. Rogue didn’t go into details; she just took in a brief summary of the kid. “I don’t know if I can help him.”

“Oh come on, Shadow Queen, you have to have something up your sleeve.” Hawks gave his best charming grin. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Rogue shook her head, “I’m afraid you are overestimating me.” That grin doesn’t work on her, and he knows it.

“His weakness is the dark.” Hawks’ voice lowered several notes and the smile left his face. He thought carefully about how to say this, to try to not trigger both of their past horrors from being trained by the Commission. “I’m sure, with your training, you should be able to have some ideas.”

Brown eyes darkened at the mention of her training. Ah, yes. The Commission. Complete and utter hell for them. Her mind’s eye playing a nasty trick and rerunning scenes like a slideshow through her consciousness. She blinked hard, bringing herself back from the dark corners of her mind. “You’re going to try and pawn him off on me, aren’t you?” Rogue’s voice was cold and sharp.

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Hawks looked off to the right as he scratched the back of his neck.

Rogue let out a frustrated sigh. She knew him too well. “You’d rather lay about than inconvenience yourself with an intern.” She scrolled through the document one last time. Once she reached the end, she held the phone out at arm’s length for him to take.

Looking down at his phone, he extended his hand out and retrieved it. Making sure the phone was in sleep mode, he placed it back into his pocket.

She let out another sigh, “I won’t train him, but I can offer some advice.”

A huge grin spread across Hawks’ face, “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’.”

Rogue quickly pointed her index finger at him, just to get her point across. “I am NOT training him. I am just giving advice. AND you’re paying for my ticket. Got it?”

Hawks adjusted his glasses back over his eyes as his wings started to unfurl. “Gotcha, little lady.” His wings extended fully and gave one strong down stroke to get him hovering off the ground. He gave her a two-fingered salute, “See ya in two weeks, Shadow.” And with that, he turned and took off.

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2 Weeks Later

Rogue and Hawks stayed in touch through texts mostly.

Feathers- Purchased your tickets! Sent them to your email. (Smiling chibi Hawks and star emojis.)

Shadow- I will check when I get home.

Got it.

Feathers- Let me know when you get on the train and get here. (Followed by a heart emoji.)

Shadow- Boarding now.

Here.

Feathers- Glad to see you made it, little lady! (Followed by a heart emoji.)

Sorry I couldn’t meet ya, but duty calls! (Peace sign chibi Hawks emoji.)

Shadow- Where are you?

Feathers- My agency.

Shadow- I will be around.

Feathers- K! (Peace sign chibi Hawks emoji.)

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Rogue, in civilian clothes, scuffed as she reread the messages on her phone. She had left the Shinkansen platform and made her way out of the station, dragging a small suitcase behind her. Following the flow of traffic, she made her way to a small Tokyo Inn not even a 5-minute walk from the station.

Once she settled in, she made her way out of the room by her patio, melting into the shadows clothed in her hero outfit. Now, she stayed in a dark alleyway, avoiding the lights as they began to turn on for the night.

It took a while for her to find them, but the unmistakable red and yellow blur in the sky led her straight to them. Using her quirk, she hid among the shadows, teleporting among the alleys and buildings as she kept up with the duo.

In typical Hawks fashion, he sped away from his intern, leaving him way behind.

3 hours went by, Rogue didn’t need to be there, but within the first couple of minutes, she was able to pick out the main problem.

Rogue stood near the corner of another 3-story building as a red and yellow blur shot past her before arching back and landing on the ledge of the building next to her. It was Hawks.

“So, what do you think?” Hawks said.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, or else I wouldn’t have agreed to this. It’s not going to be easy to make him realize that he is the one keeping himself back.” Rogue had a finger curled around her chin as she put the pieces together.

Hawks put on his charm, acting bashful as he folded his arms behind his head and smiled at her, “Awe, thanks! I love you, too!”

Brown eyes darted to her right and glared at him as she scuffed in disgust. Rogue turned her attention back to the black-clad teen running towards them on the street below. Tokoyami stopped below them and looked up and down the street, panting heavily while Dark Shadow swiveled around trying to find Hawks as well.

“Well, what do you think?” Hawks looked down to the lamp-lit street.

“I think,” Rogue turned to look at Hawks, crossing her arms over her chest, “you’re right. He’s similar to you. However, he needs to have those training wheels ripped off.”

With her comment, Hawks leaped off the ledge and dove down to the street below, picking the kid up and flying off to one of the tallest towers with a radio antenna on top of it.

Rogue couldn’t help but watch with her mouth slack as they took off. Once she noticed where they were going, she broke line of sight. “Nope, nope. Not me. I’m not going up there. Nope.” She turned and stepped into a dark black fire that engulfed her, teleporting her to the street below.

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Please note. Rogue has Hawks' contact under Feathers in her phone. While Hawks has her under Shadow.

Part 2

[dk-wren]

Rogers: The Musical Live Reaction

I had the absolute pleasure of seeing Rogers: The Musical live this past weekend. I previously wrote a first reactions post based on a video I saw right before the musical opened to the public. Now I’m coming back with a sort of part 2 that includes my thoughts and reactions after seeing this musical in person.

Enjoy!

Based on the video/live stream I watched, I felt the size of the stage didn’t play to the strengths of the ensemble, which I definitely think is smaller than the casts of Aladdin or Frozen. However, after watching it live, the spacing or staging of the ensemble didn’t make the stage feel so bare or empty. Kinda noticeable, but not overwhelmingly like how I thought it would be based on the live stream.

The mixing of the music (audio) and live singing wasn’t always the best. I was blown away by the performers' performance from the video I watched, especially by the actor portraying pre-serum/old Steve. While it may have not been the exact same actors, hearing the songs live was another experience. Blown away by the cast’s vocals, which is why I was a little bummed when the music was a little too loud or overpowered the performer.

Compared to Frozen, I really liked Rogers blend of projection screens for backgrounds with physical sets. The most common physical set piece was some buildings that would cover the wings, but the matching look between the physical and projected buildings was very pleasant.

In all fairness, I watched the video I based my first reaction on at like 1 am, so I may have not caught everything. On that note, I love how in the performance I saw, when Steve cuts Nick Fury off at the end of his song, he ended with a little nod to Aladdin by singing “you ain’t never had a friend like me” (EDIT: I went to see Rogers a second time that day, and it seems this bit is somewhat improvised since in my second viewing, Nick Fury started singing the chorus of "Single Ladies")

 Additionally, don’t know if I missed it or the recording didn’t have the background projections in frame, but I loved the projections that were included in the Time Stone/Steve duet scene. The legacy of Captain America and sort of history is incapsulated first in three images/projections: Steve in First Avenger, holding Mjolnir, and Sam Wilson’s Captain America, then a projection of Peggy, which makes sense since this musical seems to focus on their love story. Absolutely wonderful job of underlining the lyrics and what Steve may be thinking about as he sings them.

It was a lot clearer when I watched Rogers: The Musical live that after "Save the City," Steve Rogers is joined by his older self rather than his pre-serum self. The dialogue clarified this for me, so I think my sleepiness hit when watching this part of the live stream.

Since this musical started off as a joke in Hawkeye or the MCU, and pulls it’s story beats from the MCU rather than previously unadapted material from the comics, I personally enjoyed how the comic book sequence had the cells consist of stills from Captain America: The First Avenger.

Going back to the way beginning, I loved the pre-show music and how it immediately sets the mood of seeing a show that begins in the 1940s.

I know Rogers: The Musical is only running for about one more month at California Adventure Park (that is assuming it will not have another engagement in the future at the Hyperion Theatre), but one other note I want to add is watch from the mezzanine (2nd) level. Now to be fair, any level or seat is going to have a pretty good view, but if you want the best in my opinion, then you gotta find a spot on the mezzanine.

The Hyperion Theatre has three levels (orchestra, mezzanine, and balcony), and theoretically, I've watched this musical from each level. The video I first watched was recorded from the orchestra level, my first time seeing it live was from the mezzanine (accessed through virtual queue), and the second time I watched it live was from the balcony (available by doing stand-by). While a video isn't always able to capture the entire experience, the Hyperion has a fairly large stage. Therefore, if sitting on the ground level, it is likely you will constantly be moving your head to take in all the action on-stage (this isn't necessarily a bad thing, just something to take into consideration). The balcony also has a fairly decent view of the whole stage. That being said, you are on the third/highest level, so I noticed that the very top of the building set pieces or projections were obstructed by the angle you were viewing the show from. Likewise, the balcony is steep, so there are safety bars in every row, which in some instances slightly blocked my view of the performer.

That is why I say love sitting in the mezzanine (and argue it's the best spot). You are slightly elevated and can see the whole stage without any obstructions (as long as the people sitting around you are respectful and don't hold their phones up). Plus, you're close to the action, but it's not right in your face.

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This turned out super long, but I don't really think that is surprising to anyone. Anyway, seeing this musical live confirmed that yes I really do love it and hope that it returns since I love this theatre so much, which makes me happy it currently is housing a production (and also because I only had one day to get my fill of seeing it live). Go see it if you have a chance, it's a lot of fun!

-Dakota Wren

(Bonus: I wanted to be present and just enjoy the show, so I really didn't take any photos. Here are a couple that I did take though. Apologies for the poor quality, but enjoy these little glimpses!)

[hymnoire]

"Alfred isn't here yet? Mm, it's gonna get cold." Gaya speaks in english. If her korean had more of a cold flatness to it - her english, marked by an accent, sounded surprisingly warmer. She then closes the door with her heel, one half covered by the large lady suit pants that's a signature of hers - her hands full of paper bags. It has been a regular to come and spend the night over with the two of them, in all their techs and screens and files and uber eats orders. If Gaya had many skills, surveillance was not one of them, she considered herself learning a lot by their side. Nell and Afraid. An alliance the Kang heiress did not suspect to, little by little, feel this comfortable. It was no secret by now, that her goal was to take her own father down, like many. Perhaps the surprising part was her support coming from the other side of the city, one her Kangs considered "criminal and low loves", one she deep down always belonged to. She makes her way towards Nell. "Have you caught anything suspicious?" The tapes and records were already running, all starring her father activities at the Kang mansion, ones Gaya has provided herself. Even though the heiress was already convinced of the fact her father was in bed with Anachron and part of something digusting, certitude was not enough, hard evidence were needed for her to take all of it down. "Ugh. Today's press conference was a nightmare. Sitting right behind him, nodding in approval like I'm his goddamn puppet." An annoyed snicker escapes from her lips, cynical. "I felt like my guts were getting ripped out just by standing there like a good girl. Have you watched us? On TV? The bunch of bulls he was serving. Jesus." She speaks, digusted, taking off her suit blazer, placing it down the seat, remaining in her blouse tucked down her pants, sitting now next to Nell. "So. To make this day a little better I got us burgers," She announces with a casual tone, taking the wrapped warm burgers out of the bags, "Fries with extra cheddar just like we want them," She adds, proceeding to put the boxes out as well, "Beer of course. Aaand," She announces before flashing boba cups. "I know. Cherry flavored. Out of character but you know what, I'm complicated." She speaks on a tone that was a little bit of sarcasm and a little bit of a joke, a casual smirk at the edge of her lips as she usually was liking her drinks bland. "Ready for the sleepover of your life?" There was something nice in not being alone for Gaya in this. The hours of footage of her father after enduring him the entire day were not a pleasure for her to watch, the entire investigation, the entire plan was not a happy game either - even though her hard shell would never allow her to show that. She was grateful however, to do this as a team.

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