#yes i am in my mid thirties and that means i am reminiscing for my high school years in an old way i think

[remyfire]

You went to a performing arts high school too?! Did you have to audition to get in? I know mine was extremely selective and I was the last one in the art department to secure a seat.

I did and we did! :) I signed up for an audition on a whim because I was applying to two other strictly academic magnet schools on the list anyway. There were supposed to be four girls in my audition group but I was the only one who showed. I think that worked out best for me. I was not a performer at age 14 and I would've been easily overshadowed in a group, but one-on-one with a sweet, kindly older man gave me the confidence to really open up my tone and sing my heart out.

We were unique in that we had only classical choirs, nothing jazzy or poppy. There were four of them, one that focused on all-women pieces from around the 1700s and 1800s, one that focused on songs that required bigger sound ranging more toward the late 1800s, early 1900s, one restricted to 16 singers which focused on madrigals around the 1500s, and one that focused on all-women pieces from the 1200s through to the 1700s—this was the only choir with student instrumentalists in it, which for my two years were a violinist, a cellist, and a flutist. The other choirs were either a cappella or accompanied by our conductor on piano. We could take care of ourselves really well without conducting if needed

I was in all of them over my tenure. In my senior year, I was the only one in both the women's choir with the instrumentalists and the madrigals choir, which I took as an incredibly high compliment given that those were both our most difficult choirs and also because I was a soprano, of which we had an above average amount of across the program. Truly he was not forced to put me in both. The madrigals choir was always such a pleasant challenge to my brain because there were exactly four of us in each part—four sopranos, split into two firsts, which sing the higher soprano line for more complicated pieces, and two seconds, which sing the lower soprano line, for example—so our conductor would test us on song performance and memorization by putting us in groups of four so we were the only one to carry our part and thus all mistakes were on us. Mind you, my professor was brilliant and picky as hell. To choose these groups, he would mix us up on the risers, have us sing a piece of ours on repeat, and he'd move in front of us testing the quality of the sound based on how different voices vibrated closer together, and he'd just gently direct us to move to different spots on the risers one by one as we sang, and only when he was satisfied with how all the groups of four's voices blended together would we be able to test fhdkfds

Anyway, it was a huge time in my life. The academics were difficult and my choral teacher was one of the most brilliant and compassionate professors in the school, almost universally loved and respected by all his students. He taught us how to read music by utilizing solfege—we marked every new piece of sheet music silently using do, re, mi, fa, etc. based on the key signature, and that was it. He didn't play it for us or demonstrate anything. He'd give us our do on a pitch pipe and we all extrapolated our starting notes from that note, and then he counted us in at a slower beat for the first time, and then off we went. He taught us all of our musical scales and how to best utilize our articulators and how to breathe properly. He never treated us like we were too young to be serious vocalists. He expected perfection but was not harsh in his criticism.

If you can't tell, I miss being in a serious choir haha. Thank you for asking me about this!! I had a really lovely time reminiscing ;v; I'm so glad you got to have an experience like that!! God, and one of the last spots too, that's amazing!

[jaemmphilia]

Here’s a shorter smut shot then

Still top xiumin x bottom m reader

Xiumin proposes to reader after years of being together in the most romantic way possible and they celebrate with his band mates and after the celebration, reader and xiumin celebrate on their own privately ;3

Im thinking something sweet and romantic with some good smutssss

Also happy anniversary. Kinda funny how it’s 3 years and you also just got 300 followers as well. That be awesome congrats bestie 🖤❤️🖤

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚡𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

★ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟾𝟻𝟹

xiumin is nervous. he's never been more nervous about anything in his entire 30-something years of living.

his clammy hands grip the soft velvet box in the pocket of his jeans. he watches [name] in front of him on the bridge, the male looking down into the murky water infested with fish and frogs.

this bridge is special to xiumin and [name]. the two had met here 15 years ago, when xiumin watched a group of boys push poor [name] into the muddy water, getting the male's white shirt all dirty.

xiumin wasted no time in rushing over to help the boy out of the gross water. he didn't care if his shoes and the bottoms of his pants were wet, he was more worried about the boy with tears in his eyes.

xiumin never wanted to see the boy cry ever again.

from that day forward, xiumin and [name] grew close. they became friends quickly, and throughout the remainder of their teenage years, they harbored feelings for each other but didn't act on them until their early 20s.

now the two of them are in their mid-thirties and more in love as the days go by. so in love that xiumin can't believe he hasn't done this sooner.

"xiumin, come look at the turtles!"

[name]'s voice shakes xiumin out of his trance of reminiscing. he takes a deep breath and walks toward [name], who still isn't looking in xiumin's direction. xiumin decides to bite the bullet and get over his nerves. he kneels down on one knee and clears his throat.

"i've always wanted a turtle, but my mom always said it was too big of a hassle. it's not too late to-" [name] stops talking as he turns to his left, seeing xiumin down on one knee. the male's breath hitches as his hand comes up to cover his mouth. [name] can feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

"[name], i brought you to this bridge because it means a lot to me. it's the first place we met, the place we shared our first kiss, and now it's the place where i am proposing to you." xiumin says, a few tears falling down his cheeks, "you mean the entire world to me and i want to make it last for as long as we both are breathing. so will you marry me?" xiumin says, looking up at [name] with the dopiest smile on his handsome face.

"oh, xiumin, what kind of idiot would i be if i said no?" [name] cries out as he pulls xiumin to his feet and wraps his arms around the male. after they hug, they share a kiss and xiumin slips the ring on [name]'s finger.

"we have to call the others, they're all waiting for me to call them and tell them how it went." xiumin says and he pulls out his phone, video chatting with baekhyun, who picks up immediately.

"well? did you do it? did [name] say yes?" baekhyun asks, speaking fast, and xiumin can see the others fighting to get in the frame.

xiumin laughs as [name] shows the other seven males the ring on his finger the males erupt in cheers of all kinds. "we're coming over right now to celebrate with you guys."

"well hurry your asses up! sehun is about to pop the champagne!" he hears chen cry out, his head popping out of the frame to stop sehun from opening the champagne prematurely.

after the video call ends, xiumin and [name] make their way to baekhyun and chanyeol's shared house.

xiumin and [name] get back to their own shared house and the two are already stripping their clothes off their backs. the two males share a deep kiss, their tongues rubbing against one another as they stumble to their room

xiumin pushes [name] onto the bed and hovers over the male. he kisses and bites [name]'s neck, making sure to leave a nice, red mark on his skin. xiumin drinks in the noises [name] makes and it fuels him with confidence.

"gonna fuck you so good, baby," xiumin says, growling into [name]'s ear, his hand stroking the male's half-hard cock, "gonna make you feel really good."

"hurry, xiu, feel like i'm gonna explode." [name] whines, his hips bucking upas his chest turns red.

"alright, baby. i'll be nice and give you what you want this time. but don't expect me to be this nice for round 2."

xiumin makes sure [name] is prepped enough to take his fat dick. he splits [name] open on his slender fingers for a bit before he impales [name] with his cock. he slams in and out of [name]'s tight heat, his arms planted on either side of [name].

xiumin and [name] keep each other close; kissing, touching, and moaning. they let out noises only meant for the other to hear the two of them becoming one as they share this intimate moment.

it doesn't end at sexual intimacy, though. now they have something bigger to look forward to:

the rest of their lives as one.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: I Have Questions {2}***

Non-Bearded Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUTTTTTT, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Words: 4.3

Summary: Steve is still acclimating to the twenty-first-century. It’s a simple fact that things in twenty-twenty are drastically different than things in the thirties. He’s been doing what he can to learn and thanks to you his go to source for answers his understanding of this time is setting in. Two and a half months have passed and it is Steve’s birthday. Again, he as a burning question for you.

Note: This was supposed to be for July 4th, Steve’s birthday, but because I don’t plan things and just fly by seat of my pants I started this super late and didn’t finish. With encouragement from @sonjashuterbugjohnson who says it didn’t matter if it was still is bday or not, here is a little Steve bday action.

Thank you guys for reading! 

***Loosely Edited/Proofread**

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   “You know he wouldn’t want a party to have all those eyes on him,” Wanda said.

 “Sometimes, it doesn’t matter what he wants. He needs this,” Tony added.

 “Him or you?”

 All eyes landed on Tony because everyone knew how Tony was. He scoffed and crossed his legs again. “Ha, you’d think everyone would appreciate the fact that I have enough money to make anyone’s dreams come true, including the great Captain America,” Tony huffed.

 “If you knew him you’d know he doesn’t give a damn about your money,” Sam slid in.

 “Fair enough. Still, none of this has amounted to anything. What exactly is the plan? What does he want?”

All eyes landed on you. Mid chew, you stopped and took all of them in. They thought you knew what Steve wanted. After you swallowed and took a sip of your ginger ale, you straightened.

 “Uh—how exactly am I supposed to know?”

 Nat, Bucky, and Sam smirked to themselves before they looked down. You wondered if they knew. You hadn’t uttered a word to anyone, and you and Steve had been very, very careful. You made sure not to act like you’d seen each other naked. You pretended like you didn’t know how to make his toes curl and he pretended like he didn’t know how you tasted. He did a shit job of it to you, but to others, it was believable. You snuck into each other’s rooms late and usually through the balconies because there were cameras everywhere. You made sure to keep as quiet as possible even though it was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Though Steve was a novice, he had an incredible ability to make your back arch.

 “Okay, you don't know, so how are we going to figure it out?”

 Tony’s impatience was shining through. It was evident once again he was used to getting what he wanted and getting it quickly. You knew what he would want, and a party wasn’t it. Steve liked his solitude, but as of late, he liked something even more than that.

 “A party is definitely not what he wants, though,” you said as you rose and walked out of the conference room, leaving them to deliberate while you found somewhere quiet to finish your food.

 After a quick walk, you found yourself on the room sitting at the ledge with your legs dangling over, just staring out at the most beautiful sunset. It was easy to get lost in it and get lost you did. You didn’t know how long you stared at it, but it was long enough for you to finish your crab salad and move on to your croutons.

 “I knew I’d find you here.” Looking back, you saw Steve walking to you.

 “If it isn’t the birthday boy—or man—or grandpa?”

 Steve rolled his eyes but smirked before he sat beside you. “You’re not funny.”

 Laughing, you popped another crouton into your mouth to loudly crunch on it. “I kinda am.”

 The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before you offered him a crouton. Steve took one and thanked you in his polite century-old way. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder to finish watching the sun disappear.

 “Happy Birthday Steve.”

 You felt his lips brush your forehead for a tender kiss. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Your belly did backflips.

 “Everyone is looking for you wondering what you want to do for your birthday.”

 Steve sighed before he spoke, “They shouldn’t bother.”

 “A party was brought up,” you informed.

 “Not my style. I’d rather spend it with you quiet, relaxed, and cozy.”

 You smiled and looked at him. “Quiet, relaxed, and cozy, huh?”

 Steve smiled, and again, your belly did flips. “Yes, ma’am.” His lips met yours for a sweet kiss that remained that way. He didn’t try to intensify it at all. It was him saying he was content even if you didn’t have sex.

 The two of you hadn’t defined what it was that you were doing. You hadn’t sat down and talked about it or even come up with a title. You just went with the flow and enjoyed the time you had together. Two and a half months in, and you were still enjoying each other’s company and bodies.

 “I actually have a question,” Steve began.

 You slowly lifted your head. In the last two and a half months, he’d say this every time he was confused about something. Some times it was something easy and like why women showed so much skin now or why men seemed okay to disrespect women. Other times, they were about technology that seemed useless to him, like an electric bottle opener. It took him point two seconds to twist off any top. Then there were times when his questions were reminiscent to the ones that led the two of you down this path. His deep blue eyes met yours, and it only took seconds for you to know just what kind of question it was that he had.

 “I’m all ears, Mr. Rogers.”

 “So I was in Brooklyn passing by a gypsy shop,” Steve began.

 “Gypsy? You mean fortune teller?”

 “Right, that’s what they’re called now. Yes, a fortune teller. I went in and looked around.”

 “Why’d you go in? Did you want to get your future read?” Steve stared at you with a look you couldn’t read.

 “Curious,” he said as he looked away from you. “Anyway, I saw this book that I didn’t know what it meant.”

 “Do you have it?”

 “No, I was going to take it down, but the gyp—fortune-teller came out and recognized me. I had to make a hasty exit,” Steve explained.

 “Okay, what was the book called?”

 “Kama Sutra.”

 Again, your belly flipped, but it didn’t stop after a few seconds it persisted. You actually were having trouble catching your breath.

 “The—Kama Sutra. Wow,” you struggled out.

 “You’ve heard of it?”

 The only thing you could muster was a head nod.

 “What is it?” You just stared at him as everything you knew about the Kama Sutra rushed through your head. There was no way of knowing where to start. You must have been minutes because when you focused again, his mouth was moving.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Oh yeah, totally. Eh-em, the Kama Sutra is um, it’s uh—a oh boy.” You took a deep breath and slowly released it.

 “It’s an ancient Sanskrit text on sexuality, eroticism, and emotional fulfillment. It was translated and made into a book, several actually, and a lot of people use it as a way to enhance their intimate relationships.” You were shocked how professional you made it sound when everything in your head kept echoing “sex, sex, sex, sex.”

 “Sooo, it’s a dirty book,” Steve surmised.

 “No, not dirty. Okay, back in the early nineteenth century, and maybe in your time, it would have been considered scandalous it is not so frowned upon now. Now many people around the world use it as a reference. A lot of people even use it’s—teachings to enhance sex.”

 Steve’s eyebrow shot up, showing his burning curiosity. You smiled and made the decision.

 “Text everyone and tell them you’ve made other plans for your birthday,” you instructed.

 “Just what plans are these?” His smirk was utterly sexy, and you didn’t bother hiding his effect. When Steve saw you bite your bottom lip, he took out his phone and did as you asked. You held your hand out for it, then took yours out and dropped them onto the graveled ground.

 “I think this is also something that is best understood by doing.” You swung your legs over the ledge, planting them on the gravel then stood holding your hand out to him. Steve didn’t hesitate taking your hand and smoothly swooping his legs to plant them on the ground.

 “How will you--,” Steve began before you placed your finger on his lips.

 “Shh. Take off your clothes. I’ll show you.”

 Steve hesitated a moment as he looked around you.

 “Here?”

 “Right here,” you confirmed. Steve scoffed but reached for the buttons of yet another button-down shirt, but once there, he hesitated again.

 “Are you shy, Steve?”

 Your teasing had him unbuttoning his shirt. You watched as he undid button after button until he was peeling it off, showing you that beautifully toned flesh. Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you admired every inch of skin then dropped your eyes to his pants. You continued to watch as he removed those as well and kick off his boots. Soon he stood before you in all his glory. Your eyes slowly drank him in and appreciated every inch of him in the new darkness of dusk.

 You bent and used his discarded clothes to make a blanket to cover the gravel. When you stood again, you walked to him then around him. Slowly you trailed your finger along his skin, and slowly, you took in every muscle indentation and every smooth line. He was perfect. You wondered if anyone else would have had these results with the serum. You’d spent countless hours lying awake while he slept just touching him.

 “Are you trying to intimidate me?”

 “Not at all. The Kama Sutra is a lesson in sensuality and erotica. It is not all about racing to the finish line for instant gratification. It teaches patience and trust.” You stopped behind him and placed a kiss right under his shoulder blade and brought your hand down to squeeze his taut ass.

 “Y/N,” Steve warned. You smiled and hugged yourself to him when feeling his abs.

 “What, don’t trust me?”

 “I trust you with everything, including my life,” Steve corrected. Your eyes met, and again, the butterflies fluttered in your belly.

 Stepping in front of him, you kissed him softly once, then twice. Steve immediately intensified the kiss wrapping his arms around you to rest on your ass. You stood there giving him a taste of the sensuality the teachings stressed. Slowly you swirled your tongue around his and sucked it. Steve’s moans awoke the need in you that you’d kept in check for the last two days. When he firmly squeezed your ass, pulling you closer to him, you could feel his need pressing against your belly.

 Steve pulled his lips from yours and unzipped the jacket of your tracksuit then pulled it off of your body. As soon as he let it go, his hands were raising your tank top over your head. In seconds he had your bra off and was peeling off your pants. You could tell you were going to have difficulty with the patience part. Once you were standing before him in nothing but your underwear, he made a move to take that off of you, but your hands on his stopped him.

 “Slow, Steve.”

 “How can I when you look like that?” His lips connected to your shoulder to suck the skin there. You quickly got lost in how good it felt.

 In the last two months, he’d found each and every one of your spots, and he ruthlessly used the knowledge against you. The day you felt his lips here on your neck in the middle of a mission, you knew you were in trouble. Stepping away from him, you took a few calming breaths.

 “Close your eyes,” you ordered. Steve obeyed without protest. You liked that. He was still eager to please.

 Standing there, you got lost in his beauty for a few moments before you stepped close to him and peppered kisses across his chest and down his sternum. When you reached his abs, you gave them the salute they deserved. As you licked and kissed your way down each eight well-defined muscle, Steve’s breathing quickened. His anticipation was increasing. He was anxious to feel your mouth.

 Knowing that you decided to tease him more. When you were close to where he wanted you, you pulled away and kissed your trail back up his body. Steve groaned, and you knew it wasn’t one of pleasure, but displeasure.

 “In the Kama Sutra, it taught on the proper art of seduction. It’s usually a multi-night process of touching, kissing, rubbing, licking, and holding each other with no finish. Each night the couple would do this until they’d reached the pinnacle of need for one another. Once there on that night, there would be a special space for the act of lovemaking to happen. It was supposed to be somewhere that exuded sensuality. We’re improvising just a bit.”

 As you spoke, you kissed each part of his torso leading down to his pulsating member, but you never settled before him; instead, you focused your attention elsewhere.

 “Once at this special place, there was no mad dash for the finish line.”

 You stood, took his hand, and placed it on your breast. He didn’t move, though, he waited. Pleased, you moved his hand for him directing him how to touch you—not that he needed it. Steve had become an expert in your body in such a short time. It was incredible. He gently kneaded your flesh in circular motions before he changed direction only to forcefully pinch your nipple. A moan escaped you.

 In this place, both parties would do everything to increase intimacy, connection.”

 As you spoke, you moved his hand lower across your body, until his fingers teased the waistband of your underwear. He dipped his hand inside and quickly found your soaking core. Fighting the urge to moan again, you bit your bottom lip and allowed him time to explore. Steve pointer and middle fingers spread you while his thumb strummed your aching bud.

 A moan was strangled in your throat, begging to be set free. You fought it to speak. “There are even mentions that if done properly in the sensual act at the highest point of pleasure, a couple can transcend to another plane of consciousness where they could see the stars together.”

 His fingers felt so good, you were close, and he knew it from the subtle way your body trembled. When he moaned, you gripped his biceps to steady yourself. Though you spoke of going slowly, everything in you wanted to go against that and take your pleasure. Steve’s thumb stopped only to have his two fingers delve into your well-coated heat. You gasped out and threw your head back while holding onto him for dear life.

 “Shit,” you whispered. As soon as you said the words, Steve slipped his fingers out and removed his hand. Your eyes and head flew back to him. His eyes were watching you, intently.

 “Teach me more.” He lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean of your juices. He wasn’t playing fair.

 Pulling yourself together, you stepped from him doing your best to steady yourself. “In the Kama Sutra, there were drawn and described positions that were meant to help with a particular function. For instance, there were a few to help with intimacy, some to help with pleasure, and so forth. The best way to learn the Kama Sutra’s teachings on eroticism is to experience them. Come to me, Steve.”

 Slowly Steve walked to you but didn’t touch. “Your first objective is intimacy.”

 “What should I do?”

 “Whatever you like, but keep the objective in mind,” you cautioned.

 Steve’s fingers began a trail at your wrists and brought them up your arms to your shoulders and then down across your shoulder blades to your tailbone. He didn’t stop there. Steve brought his hand around, tracing your hip to your stomach and up to your breasts. Once there, he rolled them between his fingers, making your eyes droop lazily. That was when Steve came in for the surprise kiss that took your breath away. If he was a man that had no experience whatsoever, he was now a man who had all the experience in the world. He swirled his tongue around yours and sucked on it before he nibbled your bottom lip and sucked onto it.

 Fuck, you thought. The man was not fucking around. Steve wrapped his arm behind you and held you flush against him sharing the searing heat of his body and the steady thumping of his heart that matched your own. Steve then dipped you down to your shared clothes blanket and gazed at you as if you were the most precious thing to him.

 “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

 That damn nickname was going to be the death of you. He kissed you once, then twice, and trailed kisses down your body. His lips wrapped around your nipple, and it felt like an out-of-body experience. He languidly pleased you, teasing your flesh, making you pant as if you’d run a marathon. Steve kissed lower across your belly to nip the skin at your hip. The action had your thighs spreading and dropping back, giving him full access.

 Steve groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me,” Steve huskily groaned out before he dropped his head between your legs and showcased everything he’d learned in the last two months. His movements didn’t speak of urgency; they were the opposite. He moved as if he had all night, and there was nothing more important than your pleasure. When he sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth, your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. As you felt your release, Steve pulled back.

 “Objective reached?”

 A slow smile spread across your lips as you nodded. “Although I’d say you skipped ahead to your second objective.”

 “Which is?”

 “Pleasure,” you filled in.

 “Question, do you have objectives?”

 “Besides your full comprehension of the topic? Yes. Lie down.”

 Steve changed positions with you giving you access to straddle his abdomen. You could feel his cock pressing against your ass. His hands cupped your breasts and squeezed. His smile was still so innocent and pure. It must have been part of his charm. You kissed him and bit onto his lip. his guttural groan was the response you wanted, as was the nudge against your ass.

 “Be careful how far you tease me, sweetheart.”

 “Can’t take it?”

“I just worry for you when I am finally able to bend you over that ledge,” Steve sexily cautioned. You’d never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him to fuck you into unconsciousness.

 “Long gone is Captain Steve “Language” Rogers of old who didn’t know how to use the power he possessed to make a woman quiver,” you teased.

 “Thank fucking Christ for that, Steve sat. Your gasp had him laughing under the night sky. It was a sound you loved.

 “Captain Rogers,” you feigned shock. You knew damn well how filthy his mouth was behind closed doors. He was not the language police anymore. Steve sat up, wrapped you in his arms, and kissed you like a man confident in his ability to steal the breath from a woman—his woman.

 Your moans were in competition, his wanted full dominance while yours contested for that power. In the end, the battle continued even as his mouth sucked your breast into his mouth yet again. You hugged his head to you and stared at the sky. Thanks to the bright lights of Manhattan, the stars were invisible, but the beauty of the night sky was still easy to see. Pushing Steve back down, you slinked down his body until you came face to face with every eye-bulging inch he possessed.

 The man grew over a foot in height once injected with the serum and packed on over ninety pounds of muscle. The serum hadn’t stopped there, though. Your mouth watered in anticipation, and you could tell he was holding his breath. Deciding not to torture him any longer, you lowered your mouth over his engorged head and moaned when you felt it pulsate inside your mouth. Steve grunted loudly as he nudged up, sending several more inches into your mouth. Nearly gagging, you surprised the reflex and began bobbing on his need.

 Steve didn’t hide how good you were making him feel. He released moan after moan and curse after curse. It was thrilling to hear thee captain America overcome by pleasure and letting it show. You’d never thought about if he were a moaner or not, but you were pleased he was. After a few minutes, Steve’s hands were on your head, directing you, showing you just how far gone he was. When the velvety smooth tip of his cock touched the back of your throat again, you suppressed your gag and took all he offered.

 “Aaaah, fuck—yes!”

 In seconds he’d pulled your head from his length and was sitting up to turn you to the ledge he’d probably been making plans for. He kissed you along your spine before he sucked your earlobe into his mouth.

 “What’s next?” Steve’s voice was rough, but you knew it was just him being less in control of his desires. You could feel his need bobbing at your opening as he smeared your wetness across himself.

 “Connection and pleasure,” you moaned out just as Steve thrust forward, connecting you just as the first crack of fireworks erupted in the sky before you. The thunderous clap engulfed your shout.

 Steve didn’t go slow, and you were glad for it. He hammered into you, clearly needing every inch of your heat. As he fucked you, the fireworks lit up the sky. It was like it was planned just for you. After a few minutes, Steve’s thrusts slowed and became more passionate and sensual.

 “Sit back,” you moaned out. Steve did as you asked and sank back onto his knees in a sitting position. Looking over your shoulder back at him, you couldn’t help but lick your lips seeing his thick need standing right up like a gift waiting for you to receive it.

 “In the Kama Sutra, they call this the cave. It is to enhance intimacy, connection, and ranks high on the pleasure meter,” you explained before you lowered onto his cock. Every inch you sank, Steve groaned deeply. Before he filled you completely, you rotated your hips. When you did, you felt him nudge into you, filling you to the hilt.

 “Oh, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, pressing his forehead to your back. You moved on him first slowly then gradually picking up the speed. You rocked back and forth on him to the rhythm of how the fireworks erupted.

 Steve held you firmly against him and whispered the sweetest things to you, things that had your heart racing for a different reason entirely. When the fireworks picked up, you leaned forward and held onto the ledge then rode him with every intention to have him get as loud as the fireworks. Like clockwork every time you dropped onto his need, he gripped you tightly and let out a loud “ghha.”

 After a few minutes of you in control, he whispered in your ear. “Teach me more.”

 Rising off of him, you laid down. He wasted no time assuming the position and connecting your bodies again. You showcased your acrobatic and raised your legs until they were bent beside your ears.

 “My God,” Steve whispered.

 “A beautiful view,” you said.

 “Damn right it is.” Steve thrust into you, giving you all of him, and it was way too much.

 “Fuck, Steve!”

 The way he plowed into you had you feeling every sensation in the book. Every time he connected your bodies, the thunderclap of the fireworks was the rhythm he moved to. It was seconds before your orgasm overtook everything in you. You gripped him with every muscle you had, forcing a loud shout from him.

 “I’m coming, Steve!”

 As if that was what he needed to hear, he sped his thrusts and never slowed again even when you clenched around him again from yet another orgasm. He changed his angle as he arched onto his knees and dipped down into you.

 You could see his control was completely gone, and you knew he was close. Each encounter he was lasting longer and longer, but no matter the length of the session, he’d leave you exhausted. He thrust once, twice, and third time and you felt his release. As he did, you screamed out together.

 It took a few minutes for both of you to come down from your shared release. Once you did, you laid cuddled together, just watching the rest of the fireworks. It was the perfect night.

 “Happy birthday, Steve.”

 You looked at him as he looked at you. He kissed your nose and then your lips.

 “Thank you, sweetheart.”

 Again you settled in, watching the conclusion of the fireworks and enjoying the intimacy and connection you between you. There was no need for words. You were sure he knew what he meant to you.

 “Did you transcend and see the stars?”

 Steve groaned as he stretched a little. “I always see stars with you.” Your belly fluttered again. He wasn’t the only one who saw stars.

 “How’d you learn all of this?”

 You smiled and looked up at him. “I read a lot.”

 “I bet you do,” Steve responded.

 “You should be happy I have book smarts; otherwise, these lessons wouldn’t be nearly as informational,” you teased.

 “I am happy, incredibly happy. You make me happy.”

 You looked at him again and smiled. The man was on a mission.

 “Same here, old man. What’re you a hundred and two?” You snickered, knowing he hated the poked at his age. Steve rolled onto you.

 “I may be a hundred and two, but I sure can keep up with you young thing.”

 You laughed as he connected your bodies again, but as soon as the pleasure hit you, your laughing ceased immediately.

 “Not laughing anymore, I see,” Steve teased as he rekindled the fire deep within you. It was going to be a long night.

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[curvynerdfan]

Bookkeeper and the Biker

Thank you @xx—day-dreamer—xx for requesting and being patient! This piece was a lot of fun to write but took forever, sorry about that. I hope you like it! 💕

Also sorry for the overload of samcro gifs lol! I just love when you find gifs that fit the storyline

Jax x Reader

Y/N felt like her heart was gonna jump out of her chest. She was headed home. Well, her hometown, she hadn’t been “home” in over ten years. Her dad was killed on a run when she was sixteen and her mom used the opportunity to get her out of Charming. Not that Y/N wanted to leave. She always saw the club as her family but her mom despised SAMCRO after her dad passed. Y/N thought her mom blamed the MC for her dad’s death.

Y/N had flourished in her time away from Charming but still felt like something was missing. So she was going back. Over the past ten years, Y/N had grown her skills and felt confident in her decision to come back.

She loved growing up in Charming. She could remember running around the autoshop with Jax and Opie, driving Gemma insane because it wasn’t exactly safe. The clubhouse took hide-n-seek to a whole nother level and family dinners were her favorite club activity.

She called Gemma about a year ago and the mama bear of the club was ecstatic. At that point Y/N had no plans to move back. She just missed the rest of her family. They reminisced and caught up on each other’s lives. Gemma let her know how the club was doing and Y/N kept her second mom up-to-date on her life.

At some point, Y/N mentioned that her dream life consisted of running her own eclectic bookshop and living above it. She never thought her dream would become reality but Gemma had other plans. A two story shop in downtown Charming popped up on the market and momma Gemma called Y/N before a sign was outside the building. Once Gemma sent her all of the pictures and told her the price, Y/N snatched it up. While she had some savings, the purchase price was being covered by money her dad had left her in his will.Plus, her association with the clube convinced the owner to lower the asking price. She was given access to the fund when she turned 25 and she couldn't think of a better way to spend her money than to pursue her dreams. She even had money left over to purchase books and some furniture for her new place without dipping into her own savings.

Gemma told her she could stay in a clubhouse dorm until her apartment was set up. She pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow and parked her car. Y/N felt the anxiety build and took a few deep breaths to settle her nerves.

“There is no reason to be nervous. It isn’t like you abandoned Jax or Ope. Hell, they may not even remember me, no biggie, no pressure”, she mumbled to herself, “Gemma invited you. No one goes against Gemma, right? And it’ll be nice to see my SAMCRO family. It’ll be great!” Y/N said, but she didn’t feel as confident as she sounded.

She opened the door and quickly stepped out before she could change her mind. Once completely out of the truck, she stretched her arm up high and arched her back. She grabbed her backpack and her duffle bag and locked up her truck before heading to the office to look for Gemma.

“Can I help you lassie?” A dark-haired Scotsman asked.

“Umm, yes please. I’m looking for Gemma.” she said.

“Ah, is she expecting you?” he questioned.

“Yes, you can just tell her Y/N is here.”, she clarified.

The Scotsman disappeared around the corner and Y/N took the time to take in her surroundings. Very little had changed. The Teller-Morrow signage was rusted and worn in some places, there was newer equipment It also looked there were members in SAMCRO than before based on the number of bikes parked in front of the clubhouse.

“Y/N! There you are baby!”, Gemma shouted as soon as she walked into the office.

Y/N couldn’t help but squeal when she launched herself at Gemma. They had always been close as she was growing up. Gemma taught Y/N how being a nerdy, tomboy didn’t mean that she wasn’t a beautiful badass too.

“Hey, momma.” she said when Gemma squeezed her tight.

Gemma leaned back to look her over and then kissed her cheeks in greeting before pulling Y/N out of the office and across the parking lot, ranting and raving about how great it will be to have a powerful woman back in Charming. Y/N just giggled and let herself be dragged around.

The momma bear had cleaned up a dorm for Y/N to have for however long she needed. While it still looked like a typical clubhouse dorm, there weren’t any posters of naked women or trash scattered around the room. There was also a gift basket of goodies on the bed for her.

Y/N hugged Gemma, “Thank you for going through all this trouble for me. I am happy to be home.”

“Not any trouble at all sweetheart. You’re not the only one happy that you’re back in Charming.I know Jax has been asking about you for a while!” Gemma said, nudging Y/N with an eyebrow raise.

Y/N’s face flushed, “Don’t start with that Gem! Neither one of us should get our hopes up.”, she mumbled.

Y/N has always been close to Jax and Opie but Jackson never fall into the brotherly category. She didn’t want to get excited about the idea of a relationship with Jax and possibly ruin the amazing friendship they have. Plus, she didn’t think she was his type. Gemma said he dated Tara for several years and was really hung up on her when she left. From what Y/N remembered, Tara was always snooty, looked down on the club, and had no desire to live a small town life.

“Baby, you know me, I wouldn’t lie to you. Jax has been head over heels for you from the get go. He kept asking if you remembered him, how you were doing, how he can help you find your place here. Hell, he stocked that top drawer over there with Reaper and SAMCRO shirts so anyone new knows you are important to us. I would wear one of those tonight if I were you!”, Gemma suggested, “Give him a chance before you close yourself off again”

Y/N nodded and decided not to argue when Gemma gave her that all knowing look. Gemma helped her unpack your bags before leaving the dorm. Y/N used the hours before the party to lay on the bed and order more materials for her shop. When she had about an hour before the party’s start time she decided to take a shower and get dolled up before joining the excitement.

After her shower, she rummaged through the drawer that was handpicked by Jax. Y/N ended up grabbing a black “fear the reaper” t-shirt, a pair of her ripped jeans and some old sneakers. Y/N knew better than to wear nice shoes to a SAMCRO party. Y/N decided to tie the t-shirt up so it showed a little bit of her mid-riff and enhanced her natural curves. She dried her hair and applied basic makeup before heading to the party.

Y/N weaved her way in and out of the crowd of club members, their old lady’s, croweaters, and wannabe bikers. She made it to the bar and ordered a double before making her way to Gemma. She was starving and knew the momma bear could direct her to the food.

“Damn babygirl! You are just trying to give these boys a run for their money huh?”, Gemma said approvingly, “Atta girl!”

Gemma fixed her up with a full plate and got her settled in with Tig and Piney. Y/N caught up with the guys and dug in on the delicious food Gemma cooked. All of the sudden to mammoth arms wrapped around her from behind and lifted her into the air.

“What in the world!”, Y/N squealed.

A hefty laugh was the only response she received before she was dropped back down onto her feet. She spun around quickly and then gasped.

“Opie!” her shout pierced his ears and he flinched.

“Damn, you still have pipes!”Ope exclaimed as he wrapped Y/N up in a hug.

Y/N and Opie spent the next thirty minutes talking about life and joking around. Opie knew she was moving back so it wasn’t a surprise, but it was finally true now that she was in front of him. He was going to get married soon and wanted her to be there on his special day. Y/N and Opie had always agreed on the simpler things in life. They wanted to find their person, fall in love, get married, have kids, and live in Charming surrounded by friends and family.

Y/N gave Opie a hug and promised to visit more. The noise was getting to her though, after such a long drive the party wasn’t really her scene. She made a quick stop at the ladies room before getting a refill at the bar.

Jax made his way through the party, greeting members and partygoers as he made his way to Opie. His friend had a massive grin on his face and Jax couldn’t help but laugh. It was rare for the giant man he thought of as a brother to look like a silly puppy.

“What has you smiling so big, brother?” he asked, looking over.

“Y/N” was Opie’s one word response.

“Where?”, Jax couldn’t hold back his excitement.

Opie laughed and reached out to physically turn Jax around. His best friend laughed even harder when Jax’s jaw dropped. She was stunning. Y/N was still the beautiful girl he grew up with but he could tell she was more confident and her curves had developed even more. She was wearing one of the shirts he had picked out for him. That caused an odd sense of satisfaction. Y/N got her drink from the bartender and made her way down the hall and away from the party, more importantly away from him.

Opie slapped his back, “What are you waiting for man? Go get your girl!”

Jax felt his cheek warm and shook his head before swaggering after her. At some point she drifted out of his sight. Jax wracked his brain for where she could have snuck off too. After checking her dorm and finding it empty, he realized where she was. He climbed the stairs but paused before opening the hatch to the roof. What was he going to say to her? He hadn’t seen her in almost ten years. His mom assured him that she would reciprocate his feelings but how do you tell your childhood friend you want to be more.

Y/N jumped when the hatch creeped behind her. She didn’t think anyone would find her up here, but if anyone could it would be Jax or Opie. To her surprise, it was Jax. ‘Dear lordy, he is even hotter now,ah and that clenched jaw oof’, Y/N shook her head to clear her mind.

“Jax, you found me.” She whispered in awe.

It was real now, she was really in front of him “Y/N… of course I found you.”, he said with a sigh.

“Wow! I mean, you look really good, umm, not that you have ever looked bad. Well i guess you look bad in the baddass biker MC VP kinda way, congrats by the way. You don’t look bad ugly, not that you have ever looked ugly, you still take my breath away. I am not some flustered sixteen year old anymore and,” Y/N paused awkwardly, “ Oh my god, that is not how I wanted this to go. It’s been such a long time.I’ve missed you and your mom said you missed me to but now I’m not sure because all you’ve done is stare at me so far, so maybe your mom was wron-” Y/N paused when lips were on hers.

She could feel Jax’s lips smirking against hers, “I missed you too”, he whispered before kissing her again.

Y/N hummed, pulling away from him, “That is the best way anyone has ever made me shut up”

She leaned against his chest before looking up at him again, “What does this mean, Jax?”

“Are you really staying this time?”, he asked.

Y/N nodded, smiling at the sheepish look on his face.

“Then, I want to make you my old lady someday. For now, we can just see how things go. I always pictured us ending up together, but I don’t want to force anything. Biker and a bookkeeper, who would’ve thought?” He smiled.

“I did”, Y/N grinned.

She pulled on Jax and had him join her on ‘their ledge’. He chuckled gently in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her. He couldn’t wait to see where this was going to go. The idea of the bookkeeper and the biker felt good.

Taglist: @justahopelessssromantic

[irondad-not-ironsad]

WandaVision Episode 1 Reaction

Spoilers below!!

I enjoy the music over the marvel logo

But also a 43 second logo feels kinda long for a 29 minute episode- is it just for the premier or is this gonna happen before each ep?

Also I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that there is a title sequence, which will probably be similar in length. Combine that with the lengthy credits people have been complaining about, it seems that the percentage of the thirty minutes that is actually the story is lower than it should be

not that I don’t love a good title sequence! But I’ll take a well fleshed out episode over fancy logos, title sequences and credits any day

now that I’ve got that of my chest, on to the actual show

I like how they have the frame shaped like that of an old timey tv, combined with the black and white it really adds to the old timey sit come vibe

I like these bells

Ok I know I complained about to much time being wasted with logos and such, but i LOVE how cheesy this theme song is and I love them showing vision and Wanda driving tp there house in wedding attire

“A regular husband and wife” 2 seconds late *vision disappears into a cloud of sparkles*.... 1 minute 8 seconds in and I love this 

Even there acting is reminiscent of an old timey sit com this is amazing

feel like I should note he title sequence ends at the 1.36 mark approximately, which may not seem like a lot but again the show is less than thirty minutes so it adds up

Wanda talks with a fifties accent: I already love this show

Also I wish I had magic I could use to clean, I’m moving back into my dorm right now and Wanda’s powers would be SO helpful

Also I LOVE the laugh track

Also Wanda’s short curly hair is so cute

I love how neither of them knows what the heart means so they play it off by being like “yeah of course I know what it means, how could I forget? Do YOU remember what it means

Also Vision is literally part computer shouldn’t he have a photographic memory? 

Also how old is Wanda? I could have sworn someone said she was 19 in civil war, which would make her like 21 here? I think?? Idk tho, as a 19 year old I don’t think she has ever looked 19 in the movies, even back in Ultron she looked at least in her mid twenties

The face Vision makes when he makes himself human is so funny

Also Vision blowing Wanda a kiss and her reaching back to grab it is the perfect amount of corny that makes it still cute

Also I wonder what vision’s job is

The backing music is so funny

I can already tell Agnes is going to be some great comic relief in a show that’s already hilarious

“I assure you, I’m married. To a man. A HUMAN one!” I know I’ve said before that I was never the biggest fan of Wanda or Vision but I love Wanda in this show

Obv there is something clearly off here, but I feel like I need to mention that it’s clear this is some warped reality. If I had never seen any of the MCU before, I may believe it was just  witch and her robot husband living in the fifties, but the little details really make it clear to the audience (the majority of whom I am sure are familiar with the mcu) that something is off. This scene is one of those, where Wanda cannot seem to recall how long her and Vision have been together and plays it off by saying “It feels like we always have been together”

Is Agnes giving Wanda advice for the bedroom? is this really what I’m watching? Or have I wildly misinterpreted this?

Love the old timey lingo

Vision working a desk job is so funny

Love that vision doesn’t even know what they do at his job, I know it’s part of the false reality thing but also lowkey relatable

“you’re like a walking computer” “I most certainly am not! I’m a regular carbon-based employee made entirely of organic matter”

I started this like twenty minutes ago and have only gotten 7 minutes in because I keep stopping to type my reactions. I am going to try to shut up and watch, and stop screaming about every little detail for a bit 😂

Real quick though does Vision just go by Vision at work?

Ope apparently he does. 

I wonder if Vision took Wanda’s last name

Or is he Vision Stark-Banner since it was Tony and Bruce who made him??

He probably isn’t called that but I think it would be funny if he was

Love that instead of writing “dinner with boss” or “Dinner w/ Harts” or even just “Harts” he drew a freaking heart like im dying

if my lack of emojis seems weird I’m typing this on a computer which I never normally do and I’m to lazy to pull up the emoji keyboard, so basically imagine there’s a cry laughing emoji after everything funny

“No skeletons in the closet?’ “I don’t have a skeleton sir.”

Yup I was right, Agnes is giving her sexy time advice

“you should stumble when you walk in a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic!” that is the only way I will be flirting from now on

Also I got to say, I'm guessing it’s a fifties thing but those pointy bras don’t look comfortable

So she answers the phone “Vision Residence” Is Vision also their last name now? Does he go by Vision Vision??

They make the best facial expressions

This phone conversation where Wanda think they’re having a date night whereas Vision is talking about his boss coming for dinner is comedy GOLD

also I love the fact that they’re giving us stereotypical sitcom drama while keeping it clear that there are bigger problems than dinner with the boss

Fake commercial break is at 9.56 (these time stamps are for myself I want to calculate how much of the episode is actually the story)

I do love the fake commercials tho! And I suppose in a way they ARE part of the show

They missed the chance to make it the toastmate three thousand and make every ironman fan cry

The beeping toaster sounds like a ticking bomb..... also the little red light is the only color we’ve seen this episode I think

Commercial ends at 10.46

Also love that it was an SI toaster, still wish they had made it 3000 instead of 2000

How did Wanda confuse Mr. Hart with her husband? Not that I’m complaining, her coming out in a robe and covering Vis’ Boss’ eyes is HILARIOUS

“This is the traditional Sokovian greeting? Didn’t I tell you my wife is from Europe?” “How exotic!” “We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks”

Visions pants are SO high waisted

“It’s our anniversary!” “Our anniversary of WHAT?” “WELL IF YOU DON”T KNOW I”M NOT GONNA TELL YOU”

Poor Vision is trying to figure out what kind of company he works for this is sooo funny

Agnes coming in clutch with a full meal

So Wanda needs the ingredients in order to magic a meal she can’t just make one appear

Vision breaking into song was amazing

How did one chicken turn into like 30 eggs

Vision is singing old McDonald with his bosses wife this is great

“Diane!” “That must be my wife summoning me!” “She calls you Diane?” “Yes... it’s her pet name for me” “I’m coming... Fred”

So many clichés in this show but it’s done in such a purposeful way that it’s still funny

Also we have only seen three rooms: the kitchen, the living room and Vision’s workplace

“Well I think tonight’s going SWIMMINGLY”

Mrs. Hart is SO NOSY

But I love that they don’t know the answers

Wanda looks SO disturbed when Mr. Hart is demanding her and visions story, you can tell her mind is fighting itself and it’s so sad

Mr. Hart is choking, is it bad that I think he deserves it?

Mrs. Hart keeps cheerily repeating stop it, and gone is the stereotypical sitcom camera angles and and the backing music is switched for something eery

This is lowkey scary, Mr. Hart Dying while his wife keeps cheerily saying Stop It and it just feels creepier the more she repeats

Wanda looks distressed and vision is just looking to her for what to do, her old timey accent is gone and she sounds nearly robotic as she tells Vision to help

Poor Wanda, she is so clearly going through it mentally right now

Laugh track is back, and just like that the Harts are leaving, despite only having one bite of food

And somehow Mr. Hart is impressed? Was Wanda rewriting reality to make them so?

I know that this is clearly some alternate reality and nothing is right, but wanda and vision deciding to choose that day as there anniversary and this little convo here is soooooo cute

Aw her making them rings and them both saying I do is soooo cute

And vision saying “and they lived happily ever after’ is so sweet but also so sad in context

What is that little remote vision is holding meant to be?

And love the hexagon closing in on them with the cute music playing to end the episode

Are the people in these credits real? Because it lists the start as Wanda Maximoff and Vision but are the rest actual people?

So there is some sketchy dude watching the maybe fake credits so there's something going on there

The actual credits start with 7.13 left and I’ve been told there's no mid or post credits scene. I’ll let them play while I finish this up anyways

8 minutes and 49 seconds of this show is the logo, title sequence and credits. Out of 29.36 total this means only 20 minutes and 47 seconds is the show, which I suppose is standard for a sitcom but I think I felt deceived by it showing as 29 minutes

Also 50 seconds of “commercial takes the show time down to 19.57 if anyone was wondering

I swear tho I’m not all that bothered by the length, just did the math in case anyone was curious like I am. 

I thought I was going to really enjoy this going it, but it still really surpassed my expectations and I can’t wait for episode 2!

This is my raw reactions, but I’m sure that as I mull it over more I’ll be posting more about the show

This is somehow a perfect combo of lighthearted comedy and mild horror

I wanna let this episode stew for a while, so I prob won’t watch episode 2 for at least a day

Also what are your guys’ thoughts on this format of reaction? Did I write to much?

Also what did y’all think of this episode? Feel free to let me know what you think of my reaction, and whether you agree or disagree. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

[marvelouswritee]

Play the Game 3

Roger Taylor x Reader x Chris Evans

gif: @sheer-heart-attacks

plot: Both boys are for you but, since you’ve been busy, there’s been bickering between Chris and Roger. Avoiding responsibilities, you went to Queen’s concert, only to find Roger on top of Chris, throwing punches. Later at the hospital, Chris tells you an observation he made. That’s STILL going on. 

masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

author’s note: i know i haven’t posted in a while. SORRY! but, i also know that my original idea for this is john deacon x reader x roger taylor and i ended up replacing john deacon with chris. another apology. i’m just going to give deaky a platform he deserves later on the series. PS: I’m such a mess. 

warning: i tried to revise it but i’m not overly confident that it’s revised. i tried. i don’t even know what to put in for the warning. 

words:3398

another PS: if you don’t like it, that’s fine with me. everyone has their own opinions. don’t worry this story will get better...

enjoy!

“(Y/N)!” called a voice from the glassed office, “Can you come here for a moment?” His accent was thickly French, but he spoke English like it’s his first language. Most of the girls at work loved him. He had a sharp jaw, chiseled cheeks, perfectly sided chocolate hair. The dimples that form when he smiles. The girls reminisced like they were back to their ‘old days’, where, apparently, they obsess over arrogant and misogynistic men. You found your coworkers rather oblivious over their boss, who only shows his true colors when you’re called into his office.

Standing up, the murmurs are already visible to your ears. She must be shagging him. You scoff and roll your eyes, sick of the ridiculous gossips you’ve heard since the first time you stepped into his office. You wanted to call them out for liking such a man, you didn’t want to get fired like the last time you raged at someone for whispering behind your back. You have gotten bad reviews from your former bosses. You might even think your new boss only hired you for your looks since you did dress more visible that day; wearing a see-through blouse and a mini skirt that covered almost all of your behind.

“Yes, sir?” you popped your head in. He was busy typing. There was already a stack of papers on the side of his expensive typewriter- always bragging about it to everyone. “Coffee? Tea? Anything?” It’s his usual command: drinks. He claims it calms him down. You usually stick your opinions in your thoughts: From what? Bragging?

He pointed at the stack of paper next to his typewriter, his eyes only focused on what he’s typing. “I want you to revise this for me,” he took the heavy stack and placed on the edge of his wooden desk, which is cluttered with papers and books. Despite his arrogance, he’s truly a bibliophile. He doesn’t follow the much more cliche people, who don’t even bother to read anything.

“Right, I’ll be done with it,” you sigh. With the number of papers, you won’t be able to attend Queen’s concert tonight, which you and Roger haven’t hung out much lately because of work, writing, reading, and Chris. You and Chris have been having the time of your lives: always out on dates, cuddling, and making love mostly every night. Sometimes, you were late because of the many rounds you take pleasure in at night. Sometimes you could barely walk from the consequences of lust.

You felt guilty for Roger. You obviously didn’t want to fill your schedule dates with Chris, stressed with work, too busy pressuring yourself to fill your blank pages and write any kind of story. You know you’re too busy with work but, the more you procrastinate in revising whatever story your boss is commanding you to do, the more you feel you have more and less time simultaneously.

You flop on your desk, groaning under your breath. You felt the thickness of the palpable stressful work. Your hands immediately reach for the phone, but you’re fingers are in utter confusion. Who’s number are you going to call first? Chris or Roger? Instead, you went for the person who isn’t on either option.

“Deaky, hi! Can you do me a favor?” you plead as if he hasn’t had enough of your tedious favors of telling Roger and Chris that you couldn’t make it to either a date or the concert. John’s always grateful that you’re calling him instead of Chris or Roger. But, the reason gave him constant pain and jealousy. You two used to talk all the time, even when you’re at work. However, when you got busy with work and your new boyfriend, it’s like the only time you talk to him is just to tell your boyfriend and your best friend that you’re not going to be with either of them. Those mid-day conversations always give him life and then, it was gone like the wind. His heart is still beating for you, though.

“Let me guess: Tell Roger that you won’t be able to go?” John chuckled over the phone, which made you exhale sharply. Caught red-handed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him. You probably need to talk to him, though. He’s been looking forward to this and, as his best friend, you know him better than anyone in the band.”

“Am I included in this band?” you tease, followed by a snicker.

“(Y/N),” John said sternly, “I’m serious. He’s been all pouty about you’re always with Chris. He needs his best friend, you know?”

“I understand. Just tell him I’ll make it up.”

You ended the call, starting to read over the hundreds of papers along your afternoon and evening. You took a red pen from your pencil holder, crossing out words that don’t make sense, wrong spelling, wrong grammar, etc. You were focused, but you’re mentally focused on Roger. Your best friend that’s been waiting for your call because he’s been traveling a lot and it’s unfortunate he couldn’t see you as often.

By the time the band got the news, Chris and Roger are both sighing. Roger wanted to impress you since you clearly haven’t seen or heard them perform the past month-- and their new songs. And, along with Chris, he wanted to take you out after the concert, in which he already reserved a private reservation at a nice restaurant you’ve been meaning to visit quite some time now. Two men sit on the brown couch, hearing the incoherent chattering from outside the door. Brian and Freddie are somewhere unknown. Deaky hasn’t even arrived yet. The band knows that John has never been late, and now, he’s going to get all the teasing.

Chris and Roger’s relationship isn’t nice. They only get along when you’re around; they don’t want to ruin your day or make you upset because you’re happy and that’s all they both want. You happy and smiling, laughing alongside Brian, dancing with John, dressing up with Freddie for concerts. Your boyfriend and your best friend didn’t exactly get along when you’re not around. They’d bicker like animals about anything. Roger would usually start and Chris would go along with it. Calmly.

“She hasn’t been around here lately,” sighs Roger, sitting next to Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris agrees, “I miss her.”

It gets Roger angry whenever Chris is around. He’s always showing off. Having a nice car, a nice figure, saying ‘lovey-dovey’ things to you. It makes your heart flutter, it makes you deeply fall in love with him. He makes you happy and you love how he takes care of you when you couldn’t even bother to stand up from your couch because you’re too stuck into the world full of words and menacingly revising.

“Don’t get familiar with me, Evans,” Roger scoffs, the tension rising again.

“Well, don’t just start talking when I’m obviously the only person here.”

“That was a rhetorical statement.”

“Really? I thought rhetorical only works in questions.”

“You wanna take this outside, mate? Because I don’t want to ruin things for you when all the ladies back off because of your broken jaw.” It always starts there. Roger clenching his jaws, whitening his knuckles as Chris toughens up and flex his muscles. Chris doesn’t want to fight anyone, especially your best friend, but, if Roger’s taking it there, Chris is going along with him.

First, it was Roger who jumped at Chris and started throwing raged-filled punches on Chris' face. Chris let him but instantly throws Roger on the ground, off the old and rusty brown couch. He, then, threw a punch that clearly broke Roger’s nose. Roger’s smaller than Chris but, with so much anger in him, he grew stronger like a superhero retrieving their power when they feel defeated, useless. It was as if Roger blasted thunder from his eyes and hands and roll Chris to the side. Roger’s on top and Chris’s face is getting beat up.

Meanwhile, you were stuck at home, intentionally looking at the flier John gave you just a week ago from where they’ll be performing. You stared at it like it’s going to move from your ‘telekinetic’ eyes. That’s it. You got up from your desk, over piling with papers and its smeared red pen revision. You took your coat off the rack and left your small and cozy flat, leaving you all your responsibilities.

You quickly called a cab and, it’s fortunate that the place was just five minutes away, if in a cab. Instead of politely giving the driver the payment, you threw it on his hands and said, “Keep the change.” You slammed the door close and ran in the entrance, where fans arriving with their Queen shirts on. You weren’t late, not at all. A person walked upstage, possibly announcing the band’s arrival but no. She didn’t announce Queen.

“Sorry to tell all the fans but, the performance has been postponed for thirty minutes. Please wait patiently.” The crowd groaned and some yelled, “Boo!” The woman is in deep mortification to let the electrified crowd down. “Drinks in the house for all you Queen fans!” A deep change: The crowd jumped out of their seats and bombarded your space to get to the bar to get more drunk for the night.

“Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me,” you mumbled but they didn’t hear you. You got to the door for backstage, where the guard is distracted by a petite young woman with piercing blue eyes. Thank you, you mouthed to the girl and slipped in the corridors of beige doors. Maybe, the girl got the message since she winked and pursed her lips. Friends were talking, couples were kissing, and newbies were walking around. Your eyes rummaged for the band, then you saw a crowd peeking over a door. There were yellings and commands of, “Stop!” It seemed like a fight has occurred backstage and the bouncer couldn’t care less because he’s too distracted by the woman with perky red lips and revealing clothing. Guess someone is getting it tonight. One’s getting blood and the other one is getting ‘it’.

With you barely know what you’re doing, you pushed the people and terror shined in your eyes. Your mind traveled far away from the chattering crowd, betting on who’s going to win, but your eyes shined with terror. Bystanders were too afraid to stop the band member and a guy they’ve been seeing around town lately. Mostly, they wanted to watch the fight that they’ve been craving for since they haven’t seen one in a long time.

Just a moment later, your mind went back to reality and run to them. Roger is now on top and Chris, once again, getting the deep punch of Roger’s knuckles. “Both of you stop it!” you yell on top of your lungs, deeply wanting to get both of their attention. Roger stopped, mid-way into punching Chris’s face. They were panting, hyperventilating even. “What are you both doing?” Tears were forming in your eyes. You’re already stressed from your arrogant boss and his overspilling papers. You didn’t want your best friend and boyfriend fighting, it’s the last thing you expected them to do. They seemed like they both got along but, seeing them fight, the thought of them being friends is in the bottom of the list.

“(Y/N),” they breathed out simultaneously. You can see Roger’s cheeks turning bright red through the smeared blood coming out of his nose. Chris is the opposite, you could barely see him from Roger’s heavy punches. You quickly debated on which one are you going to help: Chris or Roger?

“Chris,” you crouch down to your bloody boyfriend, “I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay because I know you’re not, but I think we might need to go to the hospital.” Chris nodded and smiled with his bruised lips. He opened his mouth to argue then realized his face is in too much pain with the freshly new purple bruises and blood. You held his head with your delicate hands as you heard footsteps entering the ‘crime’ scene.

“What happened?” Brian asked, using his hands to point the bloody Chris and Roger who’s on his knees with his bloodstained knuckles. Then, an automatic realization hit him. His eyes in shocked landed on Roger’s guilty expression. “Roger?” Brian liked Chris: they’re always sharing their opinions on politics, which is always something they’ve agreed on. They also share the interest of sports teams, which always gives Chris beams when he talks to you about it at night. He likes how he fits in with your friends and, that, he’s not like one of those boys, who don’t even bother talk to your friends- which is a person you have dated before. You liked that guy, but, when he released his true colors, he wasn’t the one for you. He didn’t like that the only friends you have were guys, no girlfriends, whatsoever.

Freddie’s behind Brian just finished shooing away the people, whose ‘boos’ are now fading away to the end of the corridors. “Bloody hell, Roger. What did you do?” he said in an angered tone. Freddie has never gotten mad at Roger outside the recording studio. He’s changed when he met a boyfriend of yours that he actually liked. In which, he made a pact with you about. Freddie reminded you about the infamous pact that you thought would be forgotten. It’s a promise you kept safe over the years of feeling love for Roger. But, then again, Chris came along and things have changed. You like Chris and the feelings for Roger just seems to fade away.

~flashback~

You and Freddie are sitting outside the cafe, his legs crossed while yours are separated. He takes bite out of his cookie while you have eaten most of the delights you and Freddie ordered. He laughs.

“Darling, I love you but, if you’re going to eat every single thing you see, then maybe you should start doing that with men.”

You glared at him with your nasty eyes. He has been telling you to find at least a date since you’re currently suffering from heartbreak. Mary has also been pleading for you to find someone to try and date. You needed to move on from your previous controlling boyfriend. Meanwhile, while he’s already got a new girl on his arms, you stay alone in your cramped apartment and eating a box of fresh pizza, evaporating into your bedroom. You and him dated for a few months; it was fun, but he just likes to control things like he’s planning your future. He angered Roger: he always nagged him, attempts to look like Roger because he’s blond, and tries to play the drums but always ends up breaking the whole set-up. Roger hated his guts with all his heart. You just looked happy- he didn’t want his hatred to get in the way of that.

“Fred, you know I’m over James, I just don’t think I’m ready to find a new man,” you pointed your index finger at him, “Yet.”

You’re now sipping your warm hot chocolate, burning your reddish tongue as it travels down warmly in your stomach. Freddie sits quietly, admiring the view of cars and people that passes by. He looks back at you place your fingers onto your burning tongue.

“Tell me something, (Y/N),” Freddie starts. You gave him hum in response. “When you find a man we like. All of us: Bri, Rog, Deaky. I want you to tell Roger the truth.” This statement confuses you.

“What truth?-”

“That you love him.” It was quiet for a moment. Sooner or later, Freddie broke it, “I want you to tell him that you love him so you can let go of him. If the right guy comes into your life, I want you to let go of Roger as a lover… Promise?”

You taught about it. It was only you told Freddie about the love you’re feeling for your best friend when you two are telling each other the things the both of you need to know. You told him, with all the strongholds in your heart, that you love your best friend. Freddie was in depth of shock. Later that night, you two were both passed out from the amount of liquor that entered yours and Freddie’s system. The next morning, John found the two of you and carried both of you to your designated beds. He cleaned up, as well. By the time you and Freddie woke up, you saw nothing but a clean room. Freddie was snoring on the other room, thanks to the small, concrete walls.

“Alright, I promise.”

~end flashback~

“His face looks beat up right now but, once it’s stitched up, he’s going to be fine,” the nurse says, examining Chris’s beaten face. She rummaged on the cabinet behind her, getting a small first-aid kit. She picks up cotton and dips rubbing alcohol to clean up the dried blood. It took them thirty minutes to get to the nearest hospital, they were lucky enough that Chris wasn’t dying. Roger sits on the other side of the curtain, where he sits with you as another nurse stitches his knuckles and bandages his face.

“Why did you do it?” you asked as the nurse exits, feeling the awkward tension between the man and the woman. She wanted to get away as soon as she can, not wanting to eavesdrop on any conversation the two friends are about to have.

“What?” Roger asked, dumbfounded.

“Why did you beat up Chris, Rog? What did he do?” you wanted the reason. The truth. Why did he do it? What did Chris do? Who fired the first shot? What did the hell happen?

Roger stayed quiet, can’t seem to find a reason good enough for you. He didn’t want to say that Chris and I were both pouty that you weren’t coming to the show so I got mad and decided to fucking punch him in his perfect face that you always talk about. “Well…” that was about the start of Roger’s sentence was and it just ends like a silent loop.

You scoff, sick of Roger’s games. But, that your anger didn’t let you yell at Roger. “You know what? If you can think of a good reason to tell me, you know where I am.” You left, slide the curtain, and slide it back. Roger was left alone, Brian and Freddie getting coffee for everyone. Tonight’s events angered you, especially Roger. Questions fired up in your brain, impatiently waiting to get answers. You, for a certain, didn’t want any fights happening tonight. You wanted to have a nice time singing along at the concert, watching the band perform. You didn’t want to be stuck at the hospital because of two boys that mean a lot to you.

“Everything okay?” you asked Chris, hoping to find out more of what happened. Chris shrugged instead of responding verbally. You found yourself impatient. You needed answers. The feeling was like an untouched lust-- hunger.

“So, what happened? Why did you and Roger get into a fight?” you asked.

He was silent for a while, you felt empathy for him by just watching him stare off space with his stitched face. “I don’t know if I should tell you. Well, you being my girlfriend and all. I had some doubts about Roger. I was going to talk to you about it tonight before the concert but, when John informed me, Roger entered the room and we were both slumped.” Chris sighs.

He continued, “We were sitting next to each other but I can feel the awkward tension, (Y/N). I can see he’s sad about the fact that you’re not going to the concert. We both haven’t seen you in almost weeks. You’ve been busy, seems like there’s no time for me or any of your friends.”

“I’m sorry, but you know I’ve been busy with work and what are you saying, Chris? What’s the ‘doubts’ you’re talking about?”

“Since you being gone most of the time, and me hanging out with your friends because we expected you to be there. I’ve observed some things-”

“What?”

“That maybe Roger still loves you.”

@ken-yee-not @spn-marvel-nerd @heda-mikaelson 

[toddykun]

Complete Set of 110 Reasons To Live Special Edition With Extra But Not Enough Gay RightsTM And Extra LongTM Too Because The Three Caballeros Deserve It:

THAT MUSIC AT THE START!

Donald’s ‘Party Fowl’ waist bag

Webby’s excited rambling!

All the lady birds in that town were ridiculously pretty?? (makes sense since the giant carnivorous flower wanted to lure people to eat them so A+)

Dewey documenting his adventures with the help of his lil bro. BondingTM

“OH BOY! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY PALS!”

Huey, my boy, asking the real questions

“Please, not everything has to be a dark family secret!” *Donald proceeds to say he has a dark family secret* Huey: :D Louie: >:(

DONALD’S FOND SMILE WHEN HE WAS THINKING ABOUT JOSÉ AND PANCHITO BEFORE TELLING THE BOYS HE WAS IN THE THREE CABALLEROS!!!!

‘Kids Confused At Adult Reminiscing About Their Cool Past That They Know Nothing About’ trope

DONALD’S ‘FUCKING EXCUSE ME?’ FACE WHEN SCROOGE STARTED BADMOUTHING THE THREE CABALLEROS!

college band!

They played in Scrooge’s garage, fucking with Scrooge’s sleep, something with what I agree wholeheartedly since he fucks with other ppl’s sleep with his bagpipes lmao can he get more scottish? probably

Donald canonically plays the double bass and the accordion!!! (he also plays the guitar, the piano, the flute, etc, in comics and other animated media. Musical GeniusTM)

Huey and Louie’faces when they discover their uncle plays the accordion lmao

“I was so awesome...” with such a nostalgic feeling, baby, you still are! appreciate yourself, we love you!

Donald applying sunscreen on himself? Pure.

“Agh! You’re fine as is! A family man, a boat owner!”

JOSÉ JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE AND PLAYING HIS UMBRELLA!!!

HIS!!!!UMBRELLA!!!!HIS!!!!MAGIC!!!!!HIS SMOOTH ENTRANCE!!!!

*mysterious guitar starts playing*

PANCHITO APPEARING FROM THE SHADOWS AND MAKING A DRAMATIC, ROMANTIC AND TELENOVELESQUE ENTRANCE?? HOW MUCH TIME HE NEEDED TO WAIT THERE TO DO THAT?? ADORKABLE

That little blink in Panchito’s eye lmao Anime Rival ComingTM

those little gay fireworks when josé and panchito got together!

those little ‘ajá!’s from both of them!

DONALD’S FACE AGAIN!!! HE’S SO HAPPY!!!!

“DONAL’!!!!!!!!!!”

José and Donald’s weird hopping hug? lovely

Panchito clapping while they’re at it lmao

José tossing Donald to Panchito

Three Way Handshake!

“SQUAWK, CROW, QUACK! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!” 

that little tail shake the caballeros do in their secret handshake

“SECRET HANDSHAKE! COOL!” *louie proceeds to lick his big bro’s hand whe he tries to do the handshake like the lil bro he is*

panchito’s super excited handshakes that leave people jumping

“JAJÁ, ¡SALUDOS, AMIGOS!” 

“OS PATINHOS!”

José and Panchito seeing the triplets as eggs

HAPPY DONALD DUCK

Donald juggled the eggs...

that creepy but nice guacamaya in the background

..DONALD JUGGLED THE EGGS AND HE DROPPED ONE!!! 

And that’s how Donald went from Cool UncleTM to Overprotective Best DadTM lmao

big bro and lil bro agreement that middle bro was the one dropped lmao

José’s smooth moves while he’s talking wiTH HIS UMBRELLA

Panchito throwing his phone and doing a hip move to put it again in the holster

“YOUR UNCLE WAS THE COOL ONE!!!!”

Donald’s blushing and his nervous smile

José and Panchito expecting that the Cool OneTM of the three caballeros is the Most Successful and ImpressiveTM of the three, like that’s how it's supposed to be lmao These BiconsTM

PANCHITO’S FACE AT THAT MOMENT!

Huey being actually helpful with Donald’s anxiety attack

Scrooge saying one of his I’m Genuinely Trying To Be Helpful In My Own Unique Way That Ends Hurting More Than HelpingTM and Donald like ‘nah, cant deal with your bullshit rn’ face

“Uncle Donald, you’re very successful! You raise three boys and are rich in love! Isn’t that the true measure of success?” U TELL THEM, HUEY

“Lie? Perfect!” nod to one of donald’s flaws that we have actually seen in other media, he can be really mischievous and conniving when he wants to, be it for a good reason or not.

Yet again, we have confirmation that ‘the smarter than the smarties’ is actually incredibly easy to manipulate with his ego and cheapness by the Duck Family but also THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD NOD ABOUT THE GLOMGOLD’S BET SINCE THIS TIME SCROOGE HAS AN ACTUAL REASON TO NOT LOSE ANY MONEY

Huey hugging Donald and Donald’s little thumb up? blessed

José and Panchito laughing with each other? bLeSsEd

THE WHOLE ‘SCROOGE IS OLD’ SCENE

Team UncleTM everyone, these idiots are two of the smartest ducks in the world, yes, even if u don’t believe it

José’s admiration for Donald! hello? beautiful

Webby and Huey and Portuguese? BLESSED

JOSÉ SAYING “OH, YOU HAVE TO TRY IT” VERY SOFTLY AND SMOOTH WHILE TOUCHING DONALD’S HAND

THESE TWO EXPECT SO MUCH FROM DONALD BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST OF THE THREE IN THEIR EYES. I. AM. DYING.

DONALD REALLY WANTS TO MEET HIS EXPECTATIONS AND IMPRESS THEM

PASTELES!

*battle of whistling inconspicuously appears* “OK, WE CAN’T ALL DO THIS!”

PANCHITO AND JOSÉ ACTUALLY BLOWING THEIR COVER TO THE AUDIENCE WITH ALL THE WHISTLING LMAO

*hand battle with Team Uncle appears* “EXCUSE ME”

*donald hits huey by accident while trying to get the wallet* *Huey helps him anyways and even bites Scrooge* Well, now I know who is his favorite uncle

WEBBY EXCITED!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE THEY REMINISCED THEIR BAND DAYS

EVERY TIME THEY REENACTED PART OF THE SONG’S CHOREOGRAPHY FROM THE MOVIE

THEY!!!!!MADE!!!MUSIC!!!AND!!!DANCED!!!!OUT!!!OF!!!NOWHERE!!!AND!!!STARTED!!!TO!!!BE!!!THEIR!!!OLDSELVES!!!!!AGAIN!!!!

PANCHITO CAN PLAY JOSÉ’S UMBRELLA (AND DONALD CAN TOO PROBABLY)

Panchito’s face when realized he hit Donald by accident and knowing he was going to get mad, only for José to happy him up with some dance. cuties

HIS HAT HAS BEEN AN ACCORDION ALL THIS TIME!?

“Look at how happy Uncle Donald is! You can‘t put a price on that smile!” This boy loves his uncle so much!!!

“It’s only for the weekend...” “YOU’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER?”

THEY HAD A WAGON!!!!!??? (or i misheard?)

Panchito twirling his phones like he would do with his guns lmao

Panchito and José’s always moving around together

Team Uncle’s Actually Fighting (and we’re reminded of the bet yet again)

“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?”

Huey, The Voice Of ReasonTM

“NO WAY, I NEED THIS!” mischievous and egoistic Donald making a comeback, like hello old flaws, let’s see how you shine here.

The fact that they actually addressed that Donald’s bad luck sometimes really comes from his actual bad traits is freaking great.

*sings badly* “Perfect!”

The reminder that even if Donald is a little stubborn and egotistical at times, his kids come first and he will give up his dreams for them. Duty comes first for him, always.

Donald’s actually The Voice of ReasonTM and the bravest between the Three Caballeros, now we know why he is The Cool OneTM of the three

SCROOGE ACTUALLY FUCKING UP HIS BACK LIKE THE OLD MAN HE ACTUALLY IS

Donald tells the truth, not only because he has to protect his family and his friends for being eaten by a giant carnivorous plant lmao but because his friends thought he didn’t love or need them anymore because he was “rich” now. Love and Protection are his main traits and he knows his friends thinking he isn't as cool as they thought and putting down all their dreams will worth it if it means protecting them.

José and Panchito, who always look up to Donald more than anyone and know that he’s the one that actually got the guts to tell the truth, end telling the truth too because Donald shows his good traits again.

AGAIN, THESE THREE ONLY WANTED TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE ONES OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN EACH OTHER’S LIFE AND PATHS AND BEING A FUCKED UP ADULT WHEN YOU WERE SURE THE COOLEST PEOPLE OF YOUR LIFE WERE COMPLETELY SUCCESSFUL IS ACTUALLY SCARY AF AND YOU WANTED THEM TO BE PROUD OF YOU AS MUCH AS YOU ARE OF THEM

Donald is the only that didn’t run or looked scared when he saw the flower, he seemed only surprised AND THEN HE SAW RED WHEN HE SAW HIS KIDS IN DANGER LIKE HELLO? DAD DUCK TO THE RESCUE!!!

These three smiles before fighting like they did in acapulco!!!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME SONG!!!! WITH THEY FIGHTING LIKE THE BADASSES THEY ARE!!!

are we really sure they were only a college band??? because they fought like....u know......like they were something more. They Could Have Done A Lot Of Things While Being A Band Too HMMMM

Donald having a good ass aim with his double bass

NO ONE CAN SIMPLY CARRY A DOUBLE BASS CUZ THAT SHIT IS HEAVY AS FUCK AND LIFT IT AND THEN USE IT AS A MACE LIKE IT IS NOTHING, BUT DONALD DID!!!! THE STRONGEST BOY!!!!

JOSÉ USING HIS UMBRELLA LIKE A SWORD!!!

“WHO SAY SO?” “WE SAY SO!”

‘Fighting Actually Cured The Old Man’s Back’ trope

DONALD’S SOLO!!!

“WE SAY ‘AY CARAMBA’!”

THEY DID THAT IN ACAPULCO TOO!!!!??? LIKE HELLO? BADASSES

The Pig Tourists clapping at them because they deserved that and more honestly

THEY BROUGHT A BURRO WITH THEM!!!

SCROOGE DESTROYING PANCHITO’S GUITAR LMAO

That “I’m so sorry” with the Old Man’s voice

The episode dealt in a subtle way with the actual ever-present fear of being an adult and the expectations from others that we have to carry, society expects everyone to be on equal ground to be a successful and settled down adult that can handle their responsibilities alone and not be a failure in the system, the fear of not being free anymore or the fear of not having the right to fuck up anymore, and the sadness and anxiety that comes when you can’t meet those expectations or can’t be the adult that you wanted to be, like woah, these guys are in their mid-thirties, scared and with minimum-wage jobs, that can’t barely handle their real lives but they still found the way to be happy around them, they just needed to be honest to those they love the most and accept life with their ups and downs. Talking About Getting RealTM AND HELLO? They only needed each other to be reminded that they are just normal adults even if they’re not successful and completely responsible and they sometimes fuck up in this uncertain life and that’s okay? and that they can actually still be fun-loving guys even if they’re adults now, like hello? great I gotta be honest when I saw the ep i didn’t like it but when i cooled down my head and saw it a second time to analyze and as An Adult In The MakingTM, It hit me hard the real fear these ppl were facing during the comedy and the lying, they loved each other and they only needed to be honest to understand that love isn’t conditioned by how successful you are. A+ ep, would watch it again.

[recentanimenews]

FEATURE: Which Evolution Sequence In The Digimon Reboot Is The Best So Far?

  One thing I've adored about the 2020 Digimon Adventure: reboot is that Toei Animation is going all-out with the evolution sequences. They're really beautiful and they sorta take you on a step-by-step tour of what it's like for these 2-foot-tall monster pals to transform into 2-story war machines. But with this extended process comes a few weird details. And of course, by weird, I mean "I did not expect that, but it's still very, very cool." 

  So I'm gonna look at the ones we've seen so far and highlight the parts that stick out as particularly excellent, no matter how many episodes they show up in.

  Agumon - Greymon

  So, in the first episode, Agumon fights Argomon mid-transformation, which gives me "cocoon opened before the butterfly metamorphosis is done" vibes. It looks neat, with Agumon shining like bright lava and also seemingly growing taller than any Agumon ever should.

    Luckily, in the episodes after, the enemy Digimon at least pause their assault for a second while Agumon evolves. But in these later scenes, the thing that always sticks out to me is how much it looks like it hurts when Greymon's horns pop out. They appear to just kinda tear out of his skull, which makes me wish someone would publish a book about Digimon anatomy. 

    Argomon

    Argomon turns into more powerful versions of Argomon, and they have similarly unearthly forms and always manage to be menacing. The more I think about it, the more I'm super happy with the way Digimon Adventure: opened. 

  The Birth of Omnimon

    Omnimon being born from this huge digital egg was definitely one of those "Yes, this reboot WAS a good idea" moments.

  Piyomon - Birdramon

    Okay, so as of this writing, poor Piyomon has not yet gotten an evolution sequence. But in Episode 5, Birdramon bursts from a cloud of smoke fully transformed after being in her Rookie form seconds earlier, and it was some really great timing.

  Tentomon - Kabuterimon

    The Tentomon evolution sequence is likely the most unsettling because it's not really a tiny monster becoming bigger monster all of a sudden. Instead, parts of its body grow one at a time. At the start, it's just little, nerdy Tentomon with these long insect arms.

    And then, a few seconds later, you get a creature that's 90 percent Kabuterimon and all jacked and terrifying ... and it still has Tentomon's little head. He looks like a Digimon bodybuilder, just a little skull nestled in between mountains of deltoid and trapezius muscle. 

  Palmon - Togemon

    Palmon's evolution sequence is beautiful because she swirls around for a second and then boom! Togemon pops out! It's like how the old saying goes — the real punching cactus warrior was inside us all along. 

  Gomamon - Ikkakumon

    Here, Gomamon grows a beard and his tusks grow really fast on his way to burly Ikkakumon. But if you pause in the middle, you get awkward ninth grade Gomamon. With his facial hair just coming in, he has real "My mom said this haircut would look good in the school pictures" energy. 

  Gabumon - Garurumon

    I love the beginning of this one because with Gabumon's fists clenched and his head bowed and his eyes closed, he looks like he's focusing so hard to get awesome and gigantic. And that's a perfect fit for bashful, good guy Gabumon. I think my favorite part, though, is when he gets his full wolf tail. The claws coming out is reminiscent of a lot of werewolf-themed horror movies, so I like the small detail of his tail whipping out, as well. 

  Greymon - MetalGreymon

    Though this evolution was hinted at in the OP, its power is not diminished here when we see it in full. The metal parts covering the bright Digi-skin are fantastic and when the evolution is complete, MetalGreymon looks absolutely fearsome. 

  Garurumon - WereGarurumon

    On his way to becoming a goth karate werewolf, Garurumon sprouts arms and just has them as extra appendages for a second. Side note: Watching WereGarurumon basically become the Bruce Lee of the Digital World has officially sold me on WereGarurumon. 

  Togemon - Lilimon

    It's always interesting when the next level of Digimon evolution is smaller than the one before it, and I love the fact that Lilimon basically sprouts from Togemon's skull. Digimon is basically about these beast warriors that live in a computer, so it's hard to know where the cyberspace ends and the real begins. Thus transformations like this feel bizarre and organic and elegant, and keep things refreshing. 

  Birdramon - Garudamon

    To me, the most appealing part of this evolution is that Birdramon/Garudamon never stops flying forward, turning its transformation into this supernova fireball. And then, about thirty seconds later, it defeats its Cannonbeemon opponent by decapitating it. And I'm not talking about an "implied" decapitation, nor am I exaggerating what goes on onscreen. Garudamon flies through the thing and its head comes off. 

  Kabuterimon - AtlurKabuterimon

    If there's one thing this evolution does, it provides a cool contrast between Koshiro's knowledge-driven, geeky (and lovable) personality and the pure muscle of the Kabuterimon line. It's this huge MMA bug that's been befriended by a kid who struggles to find his worth outside of the data that he can analyze on his laptop. And together, they help eachother believe in themselves. Digimon is the best thing ever invented.

  Which Dejimon Adobenchā evolution has been your favorite? Let me know in the comments!

      Daniel Dockery is a Senior Staff Writer for Crunchyroll. Follow him on Twitter!

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By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com

[thisisnotasafari]

Kufika (Arrival)

There were a multitude of thoughts that went through my head when I was waiting at the airport, about to depart for a year in a very foreign place. My family finally left, after a series of tearful farewells. I cleared security and ate a bagel. I organized and reassembled my belongings and made sure my belt and shoes wouldn’t fall off. Then, I was finally alone with my thoughts, at the brink of a descent into a new adventure that might very well change my life forever.

Chief among my thoughts was surprise. Despite the fact that I signed up for this trip more than a year before this day arrived, and I spent the better part of five months preparing, both mentally and physically, for whatever was to come, I lacked the existential ability to understand that the day of departure, for weeks circled on my calendar, had arrived. A mistake, perhaps? Surely just a mislabeling by the people who print the calendars. Or perhaps this was all an elaborate exercise to train my loved ones to prepare for an emergency departure should a drug cartel or shadow government set its sights on me. Yes, a mistake! “Good show, everyone. Back in the car! Just toss all the luggage in the garage and throw a tarp over it. Let’s never speak of this again. What’s for lunch?”

The true surprise was that I hid the reality of the departure from myself for as long as possible, instead focusing on the preparations for the trip: the vaccines (“These will keep me safe when I go on safari, and swim in beautiful, flowing rivers,” I said, as the nurse rolled her eyes); the purchase of vast quantities of clothing (“I bet doing laundry is going to be an unique and interesting experience”); stocking up on camping and survival equipment (“This thermal sleeping bag, first-aid kit, and oversized knife will keep me safe, warm, and happy”); and the good-bye parties (“Yes, yes, I’ll do my best not to come home with any African wives, but you know it just can’t be helped, what with these good looks of mine”). What stood between the months of preparation and the day of departure was the stark difference between the known, the familiar, the comfortable and the vast and yet-to-be determined future. I was about to embark, truly, on a journey into the unknown.

Intertwined with my surprise that this was all actually happening, that my family has really left the airport and wasn't going to turn around in a fit of rage and demand to extricate me from this calamitous situation into which I’d somehow become enmeshed, was the cold drip of a slowly intensifying panic. We aren’t talking junior varsity–type panic, either. This is Friday-night-deep-in-the-heart-of-Texas-varsity panic. This panic was scouted since it was 16. This panic was going pro. It was reminiscent of those grimly vivid anxiety dreams in which the very thing you’ve dreaded is coming to pass and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I had to give up control to the great wave of the universe and let it push me toward wherever I was going.

Yes, I tricked myself into thinking what a grand adventure a year in Tanzania would be, and everyone for some reason listened to me and let me get on with it. If you ever find yourself in this situation, here is my advice: sit in one of those slouchy, faux-leather airport chairs, arrange all of your bags in a pyramidal structure within your immediate reach, close your eyes, and make a mental list of all the things for which you are thankful. Try not to think about how much you will miss them when you finally yield to the as-yet-unknown-to-medicine innard-consuming parasite that you will undoubtedly contract. Positive thinking in these situations is key, as I will demonstrate again and again.

While you meditate on your future, a number of other, somewhat more practical, thoughts will vie for space in the tumult of your mind: “Why did I pack so much? Surely I won’t have any use for seventeen pairs of underwear and three bath towels. I’m sure I can just pick up a new one if one becomes soiled at the local grocery shop, along with some cough drops and a decent bottle of Scotch.” Following this might be, “Why did I pack so little? I need at least two good frying pans, and seventy-five more toothbrushes. Damn those TSA guys for making me throw out the Wi-Fi router and my French press.”

At various intervals, other thoughts will attempt to intrude: “What does CPR actually stand for? Does my vaccine for yellow fever cover other colors of fever, or just yellow? When they said to be ‘conversant’ in Swahili upon arrival, does that mean stop-and-chat or full-on debate and interrogation techniques? Why the hell will I need hiking boots? What if my roommate is a mouth-breathing racist who doesn’t wash dishes? Who is going to file my taxes?” You have a few connecting flights to take before you get to New York to meet up with the twenty strangers who will form your network of friendship and emotional support for the next twelve months, so focus on one thing at a time. Take as many deep breaths as you can manage without passing out, put one foot in front of the other, and count down the minutes until you board the international flight and the booze is free. This is good advice. Trust me.

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After a thirty-six hour journey that commenced with drinking coffee in Buffalo; enjoying celebratory beers in the sterile and characterless halls of JFK’s international departures terminal; watching the sun rise over the Swiss Alps; flying into Nairobi, Kenya, over a vast wildlife park and trying to locate zebra and giraffe from the plane; and watching brightly lit ships cross the dark ocean near Zanzibar, I arrived in Tanzania. During the long layover in Zurich, verdant, rolling Swiss hills framed the rising sun from the airport’s windows, and I was tempted, more than a little, to stop off there, find a stylish hotel next to a medieval pub, and put an end to this crazy African adventure before it had begun. (Hopefully it would be the very same hotel in which my stunning and brilliant flight attendant happened to be staying, to provide an opportunity to embarrass myself in multiple languages.) I didn’t, though. Otherwise this book wouldn’t exist and I’d be living happily in Switzerland, writing about chocolate, mountains, and my love for cozy sweaters.

The only hiccup occurred in Zurich immediately upon boarding the Swiss Air flight to Dar es Salaam, when I noticed that the entertainment system on the plane wasn’t working in some rows. The thought of an international flight without the sedative of television was unsettling. A beleaguered flight attendant paced back and forth between complaining customers, murmuring quiet apologies. To compensate, I took to narrating in my head the plot of the show being watched by the woman three rows ahead of me, where the TVs were working, while opening the first of many tiny gin bottles. Finally, someone in the back of the plane hit the power console with a brick and the screens jumped to life. Fourteen hours, four movies, and many tiny gin bottles later, I arrived in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania.

The Dar es Salaam airport, which was more the idea of an airport than the actual thing, was small and confined, with one ticket desk and one baggage claim. After searching for a few minutes, I found a bathroom to which the door didn’t close all the way. Everything, including the walls and ceilings, looked to have been lifted directly from a mid-century American shopping mall. The customs process led to our group of twenty volunteer teachers, with me as a representative, hastily presenting a stack of passports and about $1,000 in brand new US $50 bills to an amused official to pay for our Tanzanian entry visas. I stood warily next to the counter, keeping a respectable distance but quietly watching to ensure our passports were properly returned with stamps and visas. They were, and everything was in order. Suddenly, we were allowed to enter the country. Lesson One: Somehow, Tanzania has a way of evening out the most chaotic exchanges, and things wind up right in the end. But I didn’t know that at the time.

From there, we made our way outside into the late-evening Dar heat. The sky was streaked with the last vestige of the day’s light. What a sight we must have made to the cab drivers, shopkeepers, and native travelers, with our bags and backpacks and hiking boots and walking sticks and safari hats. You can’t help but look out of place when arriving somewhere after a long plane ride, especially one that traverses multiple time zones and countries. A great machine picked you up, whisked you away for a period of hours or days, and spat you out on the flat surface of somewhere else. You practically reek of foreignness. Because the actual experience of air travel is mostly anodyne and repetitive, with most trips seeming identical from the inside of the plane, arrival in a new place becomes even more jarring, like waking up from a strange sleep in a new place. “How did I get here? Where am I and what am I doing? Why is it so hot?”

The air was cooler immediately outside the airport’s entrance, laced with flowers and far-away smoke and the sweet evening scent of fading heat. The exterior courtyard of the airport was ringed with Plexiglas stalls selling snacks, SIM cards, and postcards of Mt. Kilimanjaro. Small kiosks with colorful signage offered money exchange and safari tours. It was a place that, though I could not know at the time, I was destined to spend many more hours before my journey was complete a year later. A group of cab drivers stood near us, probably trying to decide if we needed rides and if it was worth trying to approach us. I was instantly on guard, a product of exhaustion and the defensive instinct that kicks in upon arrival in any big city.

One of the drivers, whose badge was visible on his Manchester United jersey, approached me and greeted me in English. “Looking for a ride?” he asked. I explained that we were waiting for transportation, speaking slowly and probably sounding like an idiot. I had no idea how my speech patterns would be understood, if at all, so speaking clearly seemed a good plan. The driver nodded, in a friendly way, and continued standing next to me.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“America,” I replied. “We are teachers.” He nodded again.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“All over,” I said. “We don’t know yet.”

He seemed confused at this and didn’t reply, probably thinking I was a bit crazy in addition to being rude, but he stood next to me for a moment longer. I’m sure he was trying to get a fare, yes, but he was also trying to be friendly and to welcome us to his country. He held out his hand and I shook it, bringing an end to our conversation. He walked back to the group of drivers and commenced an animated discussion with them in Swahili. I was left feeling very out of place. Not for the last time.

After we stood around nervously for about twenty more minutes, sweating in the unfamiliar heat and watching people come and go with the jealousy that belongs only to outsiders, our Field Director arrived to collect us in a bus with Mustafa, our driver, and we piled all of our bags into the back. Think twenty people multiplied by about 100 pounds of luggage per person—a veritable mountain. I was surprised the bus didn’t tip over. Not for the last time.

The journey from the airport in Dar to Mpingo Farm Stay, about 24 miles (38 km) outside the city, was one of the most surreal I have ever taken. The combination of exhaustion, adrenaline, darkness, and the intoxicating smells and glimpses of an unfamiliar world, created a panorama that will never fade from my memory. Surrounded by my companions, who were newly energized by our arrival, I sat crammed into a tiny bus seat with my forehead pressed against the window, trying to fight off my body’s nervous energy and find some sleep. I settled instead for staring out the window at the unfamiliar tableaux that passed by in islands of light. These visions were surrounded by shadows that seemed deeper and more mysterious than I’d ever seen. The bright lights of the airport quickly faded into the enveloping darkness as we drove down a wide highway lit only by dim street lamps. In the darkness, I saw countless people walking along the sides of the street, in pairs and groups, riding bikes, sitting and eating. It looked as busy as a Sunday morning.

Tiny shops, built from concrete blocks in the dirt and mud at the road’s flanks, dotted the night with flashes of light as we passed. I saw barber shops with neat, hand-painted signs; tiny hair salons with long strings of beads covering the door; shops the size of phone booths flanked by bags of grain and cement and oil drums, generators, symmetrical mountains of fruits and vegetables, soccer jerseys, bright bolts of cloth and fabric, and stacks of colorful plastic buckets of all sizes. Other shops were surrounded by wooden headboards and bed frames, unvarnished chairs and table legs, and piles of luggage and suitcases. Small bars and open-air restaurants with glowing television screens and neon beer signs were ringed by plastic chairs set in pools of eerie, hazy light. A solitary man walked down the sidewalk holding a tray of gum and cigarettes for sale, lit by a single candle. A pool table was illuminated by a lantern hung from a tree, around which dozens of people were gathered, some observing, some discussing, some dancing.

Candles lit tiny spheres of night, illuminating fleeting scenes and leaving me with only parts of a large whole. My exhaustion gave way to confusion, and the passing heads and bodies silhouetted in pools of candlelight became scenes from a strange night market in a new, post-apocalyptic world. Hovering somewhere between exhaustion, panic, and relief, I watched as we passed motorbikes, cars, trucks, three-wheeled motorcycle taxis called bajajis, and a multitude of people standing, walking, eating, drinking, fighting, singing, and dancing in the darkness. I felt as if I’d stumbled into a play with no audience. It was both oddly familiar and astonishingly new, as if remembered from a dream.