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truth or dare 🌙 // george daniel x reader

a/n: this is based on a few requests and also loosely a sequel to first time and midnight, car lights. so the ages are 18 and 20! i tried to make this as realistic as possible so it's not perhaps the hottest thing ever but it's weirdly sweet haha

cw: brother's best friend, loss of virginity, smut in general, fingering. they talk :)) so much :)), the use of "good girl", female reader

wc: 6.3k

the room is buzzing with energy. loud and boisterous sounds of people having fun and whooping along to a silly game of truth or dare. matty already has his tongue down someone’s throat—as a “dare” of course. you cringe internally. 

it’s one thing to sit and play a game of truth or dare with your brother’s friends and potentially spill embarrassing secrets, it’s another to sit there and watch your brother practically dry hump some girl you’ve never seen before. 

and then there’s andrew who keeps looking at you like he wants them to do the same. 

you stifle the urge to retch. 

“alright, alright,” ross puts his hands up, “we get it, let’s move on.”

matty and the girl pull away amidst boyish whoops and giggles. the girl hides her mouth behind her hand, coy and flirty, and matty, ever the little shit, throws her a wink. 

“okay, okay, right. good luck to whoever who has to sleep near matty’s bedroom tonight,” one of the people jokes and another roar of laughter goes up. great, yeah, fucking hilarious. because once again, that would be you. 

“next up!” andrew picks up the bottle, wiggling it at the crowd of people and building up excitement. 

it spins and spins and spins in dizzying circles and for a moment you wonder if it will ever stop or slow down. it’s a silly thought. of course, the bottle slows dows, going past you once before losing some more momentum, then past you again and you breathe a sigh of relief. not you…

until somehow, the bottle gets second wind, spinning way past what it should have been able to, its nozzle coming closer and closer and closer before it stops right on you. 

when the next cheer goes up, it sounds like it’s coming from under water. 

you look aroud at the faces of the people gathered. the growing sense of dread climbs up your spine, manifests in visible goosebumps that you resist rubbing away. fuck this, fuck your brother and fuck his friends. 

matty is utterly useless when you glance at him for any kind of help. all he does is grin mischievously, clearly relishing the idea of you being at the center of attention. next to him, george sits with an unreadable expression. but you know looking at him is not a good idea…

looking at him only makes you think about the kiss and how you have not spoken since…

andrew, who had spun the bottle, wears a sly smile, his eyes still fixed on you. you know him well enough to understand that he's been angling for this moment. the rest of your brother's friends exchange knowing glances, anticipating some juicy revelation or an embarrassing dare;.

ross, trying to keep the game moving, speaks up, "alright, truth or dare?"

you briefly consider choosing dare, thinking you might be able to dodge a potentially embarrassing truth. but you know these guys—they're relentless when it comes to dares, especially when it's your turn. besides, you don't give a shit if you appear cowardly in front of them.

taking a deep breath, you muster some courage. "truth."

a couple boos ring out. matty makes an exaggerated “pfft” and goes back to his makeout. george just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. 

but there’s one person in the room whose attention doesn’t waver. andrew still has that persistent look in his eyes, clearly brainstorming something devious.

“your most interesting sex story. go,” he grins, staring at you with the utmost interest. 

you roll your eyes and groan audibly. “really, andrew? couldn’t think of something original?”

“yes, really,” he counters, sounding like a fucking knobhead. “and i wanna know. the rules are the rules.”

you look around the room, trying not to panic. everyone has gone from looking bored at you picking truth to back to looking at you with wide eyes. and no amount of trying stops the heat from creeping up your neck. 

“i don’t–it’s not interesting,” you stammer out. trying to make up something on the spot. “they’ve been pretty basic. just regular stuff.”

you hope it’s enough for them to lose interest again, to call you boring and vanilla and move on to the next person. but fuck andrew and fuck his lecherous curiosity. 

“what’s ‘pretty basic’?” he pokes a tongue in his cheek, eating up the subsequent oooohs with a big smile. 

you look around the room, first at matty only to find that he and the girl are already halfway out the door, heading up to his room (gag). then you look at the next best person. 

george. stoic george with his arms crossed in front of his chest, glaring at andrew as if he could kill him with his stare alone. 

“your usual stuff, andrew…” you grit out, staring at a spot behind him. you should have just stopped this, should have told him that truth entails one question and one question only and it’s none of his business but you’ve always let matty’s friends strong arm you. 

“so describe it, little healy—”

“don’t call her that.” 

to your surprise, it’s george who speaks up before you do. his entire body vibrates with tension, jaw clenched and arms taut. 

“move on, andrew,” his voice has an edge of warning. “she clearly doesn’t want to discuss it.”

you stare at him in awe, about to nod as a silent thank you when george stares directly at you. “besides, why do you want to know something so boring and vanilla?”

the people snicker and you feel your face drop. his tone is not cruel, it’s just matter of fact which somehow hurts more. a faint buzzing fills your ears, increasing by the second. 

this is too much. you need peace and quiet and the comfort of your own room, not this stupid party with all these idiots. you should have never agreed to it. 

the bottle spins again, you do not wait to see who it lands on. instead, you do the cowardly thing of running up to your bedroom.

“the last time i checked, the game was called truth or dare,” george drawls behind you just as you’re about to open the door to your bedroom. 

you barely even wait for him, rolling your eyes to yourself and opening the door in a huff. he’s just like the rest of them—an idiot. an idiot you were stupid enough to kiss and have a crush on. 

of course, george doesn’t back away too easily. 

pushing his way into your room behind you, he closes the door, acting as if this is his space. deja vu hits you like a tonne of bricks. 

“it’s none of their business,” you retort. 

“shoulda picked dare then…”

“and what? make out with andrew? you and i both know that’s what he was hoping for.”

the serious expression on his face crumbles for a moment, replaced by an annoying little smirk. 

“character development, little healy,” he teases, once again crossing his arms in front of him and leaning against the door. 

you don’t know how you always end up like this—george in your room without anyone’s knowledge, looking like the boy of your dreams while you fume at him for one thing or the other. 

“shut up,” you mumble petulantly. 

george doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead choosing to look around him nonchalantly. all you can replay in your head is the kiss, and his stupid little smile after. and then the fact that he seemed to vanish into thin air for two weeks.

you can't help but feel a mixture of irritation and curiosity. he's always been a puzzle to you—maddeningly frustrating yet undeniably intriguing and despite your attempts to resist his charm, there's a part of you that can't help but be drawn to him.

you decide to break the tense silence that has settled between you two. "what are you even doing here, george?" you demand, your voice laced with annoyance.

frustratingly enough, he chooses to answer it with a question of his own. 

“why is sex such a touchy topic?” george toys with his bracelet, “you’re only 18. most people your age haven’t done it yet.”

“you’re joking, right?” you laugh, unable to hide your incredulity. “and what does it matter to you if i have or haven’t done it.”

“it doesn’t,” he shrugs, “not to me. but clearly it matters to you… wouldn’t have been so defensive otherwise.”

“i wasn’t defensive—”

“shup up, george,” he says in a high pitched voice, a crude imitation of you presumably. and it is nothing what you sound like. yet he continues. “i have seen photos, george, i have seen videos!” then he shakes his head, one irresistible lock of hair falling in his face. “isn’t that what you said last time? about the weed?”

“it bothers you, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he continues when you refuse to speak. “why not ask someone. you’re a pretty girl. any boy your age would say yes.”

“so you do it then,” you challenge. it’s only when the sentence has fully slipped out, beyond your control, that you realise what you just said. it’s only then that your heart starts hammering in your chest.

your back is pressed against the wall of your room. faint music and chatter slips in through the cracks of the door and yet you swear you can hear the loud beat of your heat echoing all around the room. george stills in place. 

“i’m asking you; since you think i have such a problem with being a virgin,” you continue. no point backing out now, no point pretending you didn’t offer to let him fuck you. for the first time. “it’s long overdue anyway. i don’t want candles and flowers and a picnic under the stars. i just want to get it over with.”

“don’t say things you don’t mean, little healy.” his voice has gone hoarse as if it strains him to speak normally. you watch as he swallows roughly, the hollow of his throat becomes prominent for a brief moment and you wonder what it would feel like to get a taste of his skin. 

“who says i didn’t mean it,” you push yourself off the wall, taking one daring step closer. george stays where he is, still looking at you intently, still watching. his lips part as he tries to subtly take in a shaky breath. 

“your brother—”

“doesn’t care,” you finish for him. “someone else has his attention tonight.”

“this is so wrong…”

“why?” 

george scrutinises you, rolling his tongue in his mouth. you follow the line of it, wondering how it would feel in your mouth—its weight and its texture. how it would feel on your body, to be touched like that for the first time. 

“why is it wrong, george? i am old enough. i want this, i am consenting to it.” george stands straighter as you stop right in front of him. 

to an untrained eye, he looks casual and cool as always, effortlessly carrying all 6’4 inches of him, effortlessly beautiful and irresistible. but the vein standing taut on his arm says otherwise. he’s anything but cool and casual. if anything, he’s as charged as a live wire. 

“unless you don’t… unless that’s not something…”

“stop.”

it’s your turn to freeze and gawk up at him wordlessly. george closes the gap between you, stepping towards you until you’re back in your original place; against the wall with his hand resting next to your head. his mouth is so close as he leans down—pink and full and just…filthy. 

“you have no idea… you don’t–fuck. okay.” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. his face is a mask of something. almost something you recognise. but it passes just as quickly as it appears. 

“you have never done this before, any of it, have you? you couldn’t even look people in the eye while saying it, bushing and flustered like a schoolgirl.”

“i have!” you burst out, indignant and angry now. “i have done…things. i have kissed and made out with people, i have…people have seen me without a top on.”

george laughs roughly at that and swallows again. the hollow of his throat appears again, right there, tauntingly close. all you have to do is get on your tip toes and you’ll be kissing it. but then there’s the way his other arm snakes around your waist. 

you are pressed flush against the wall with barely an inch between the two of you. and even though he still hasn’t touched you, if anyone walked in on you in this position…

“so you haven’t done shit. tell me something…have you ever been touched like you touch yourself? have you ever had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced? someone ever go down on you? make you see stars and blackout?”

the questions come out like rapid fire; each one making your blood run faster and your heart pound all over your body. heat courses through you. it’s undeniable that you want him to do all those things to you, want him to be the first. 

by the time he’s finished, his mouth is parted. his pupils are so dilated that his eyes might as well be black and you can feel the warmth of his breaths on your face. so you decide to take matters into your own hands, say fuck it and pull him down, crashing your mouth onto his. 

both his hands are on your waist instantly, holding you tightly as his mouth moves against yours. it’s rough and hot, full of want. his body is pressed against yours, his hard chest and the bulge in his jeans against the softness of your body. this is so much different than the first kiss. it’s all hardness and intensity and hot searing kisses. 

you’re vaguely aware of jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his middle, vaguely aware of george moving across the room and placing you on the bed. 

george barely breaks the kiss when he takes his top off, warm skin pressed against yours. your head spins. 

this is happening. this is happening with george. with GEORGE. 

there’s a part of you that wants to run around the room and hyperventilate. another part of you—the much bigger one—decides to be bold again, copying his moments as you take your top off too, silently thanking the patron gods of teenage sex that you chose to wear a good bra. 

“you really…” he pants, struggling to catch his breath for a second. “you really want this? with me?”

your hair sticks to his jaw a you pull back slightly, just enough to be able to speak. 

“i do, i—” a rough swallow, “i want you.”

“okay then,” he leans forward again, then stops, trying to fight off the massive smile making its way onto his face. you didn’t think there would be something to find endearing in the middle of a one night stand. yet here you are, fighting a big goofy smile of your own.

“show me what you do,” george sits at the end of your bed, watching you with hooded eyes. his chest glistens with sweat—so does yours, you imagine—making his tattoos stand out in the warm light of your bedroom. “when you touch yourself, how do you do it.”

heat creeps up your cheeks at the prospect of being entirely naked and vulnerable in front of him. shyness floods your body making you avert your gaze and bite your lip nervously. not that you don’t trust him enough, but you don’t want to be ogled at so blatantly. 

“uh–um, i don’t–that’s…” it’s frustrating that you can’t even get a proper sentence out, stuttering and stammering like a fucking child but george clocks it instantly. 

“what is it?” this time his voice is gentle, curious. “is it too much? do you want to stop—”

“no! no, i just…” you keep your eyes averted building the courage to tell him exactly what you want. there’s no denying the fact that george makes you nervous; he always has but you have to remind yourself what he said—practically drilled into you—at the beginning. 

you are in control of everything. all of it. 

“i don’t want to be stared at, that–that’s too much.”

his features soften as realisation dawns on him. you wonder if you’ve put him off—sex should go both ways, after all. what’s the point if only one of you enjoys yourself? 

“right then…” silently, george moves from the foot of the bed to right next to you. 

the movement makes the bed dip and your breath quivers in anticipation the closer he comes. is he going to put a stop to it? break it to you gently that he’s not interested anymore. maybe you should have sucked it up and done what he told you to do, he’s the one with more experience after all…

“what are you…”

he settles himself right next to you, legs spread open just wide enough for—

“come here,” he instructs and pats the space in front of him. “how about you show me some other way. guide my hand, if that’s okay.”

for a moment, the idea stuns you. of course you knew what sex entailed but it’s just…it’s so much happening all at once. so much that requires being vulnerable. 

but you trust george. so you nod and do as he’s told you. 

you close your eyes once you settle yourself between his legs, fully immersing yourself in the feeling of him all around you—his cologne and cigarettes and the hint of sweat that’s somehow the most perfect combination ever. your hand is so much smaller on top of his, guiding him down starting just at your navel. his other hand is on your breasts, kneading and rolling your nipples between his fingers expertly. 

george doesn’t need you to guide him, judging by the gasps and moans that he draws out of you, you know he can make you feel good either way. but this is more for you than him, more so you would feel in control, and that adds to the thrill of it all the more. 

“does this feel good, sweetheart? is this okay?” his voice is all around you, skittering over your bones and sending a shiver down your spine. all you can do is nod and whimper. all you want to do is guide his hand further down. 

george lets you. 

the callouses on the pad of his fingers leave electric tingles in their wake as they brush your pelvis. a gasp echoes around the room, sharp and sudden. 

“that’s it,” he coaxes, “show me how you like it.”

his fingers graze the inside of your thighs and right above the waistband of your underwear, leaving goosebumps wherever they trail. 

“take these off me?” you breathe out into the stillness of your room. he takes no time in obliging—hooking a finger in them and lifting your hips off the bed to slide the delicate fabric down your thighs and past your knees until they’re discarded somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. this is it, you, here, fully naked and at his mercy. 

“better?” he asks.

you nod, leaning your head back onto his collarbone. george nips at your skin, making you giggle and loosening some of the tension filling your body. his fingers hover over your clit, waiting for you to show him what you want. 

“fuck, george,” you breathe as soon as you feel his touch—it’s just the right pressure, the right pace as he circles your clit. your hand falls slack, back arching off his chest lightly as you bite your lips to stifle a loud moan. 

this is nothing like you’ve felt before, nothing like your own hands make you feel. this is like tiny fireworks right under your skin. 

“shit, that–that feels so good.”

george hums behind you, keeping up with the pace you set. his fingers dip between your folds, teasing and inching towards your opening—keeping you on edge. the sheets are bunched between your fingers, sweaty back pressed to his chest. george nibbles at your neck, right over your pulse point as his fingers play with your nipples; stimulating, sending jolts through your whole body. 

“so wet,” he breathes, peppering kisses down your shoulder. his finger circles your entrance, rough and thicker than your own, better than you’re used to. “so perfect for me.”

it’s enough for you to cry out—whine really. because you want him, need to feel him. but he’s taking his own sweet time. 

“what was that for, huh? needy little thing,” he taunts, “what do you want?”

between the words and his gruff voice, all thoughts fly out of your head for a second. he hasn’t even properly fucked you yet and your head is already starting to feel like mush. 

“you, please,” you all but beg, “want your fingers in me, please george…”

“think you’re ready to take it?”

nodding nervously, you spread your legs wider. your hand reaches back, caressing the nape of neck, scratching it in slow sensual circles. hearing him groan is enough to calm your nerves. sure, the effect you have on him is minuscule compared to what he’s doing to you, but it’s a small victory regardless. 

george falters for a brief moment, head thrown back as you feel the spike in his heartbeat. it makes your own skip a beat. but he recovers quickly, teasing your folds a bit more, finger circling your entrance.

“tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” 

your stomach churns from a mix of anxiety and excitement—this is happening, this is really happening. george tuts when you nod on auto-pilot. 

“need you to say it, love. use your words.”

“y–yes, yes, i will.”

“good girl,” he whispers, lips pressed to the shell of your ear. 

before you even have the time to react to that, he slides a finger in, just the tip first. he goes slow, takes just enough time to gague your reaction.

it’s a strange sensation—a good sensation. his finger is noticeably thicker than yours, and longer, the pad of it scratches against your insides, making you gasp. george stops once he’s all in. 

“good?”

“fuck–yes!” 

all you need to do is give him that little nudge before he pulling the finger out again, and thrusting it in, this time faster, rougher. your insides feel like liquid, melting further and further with each graze of his callouses, with each thrust, and oh the rhythm…

you knew he would know how to set a pace but somehow he gets it right on the first try, going just slow enough to give your body time to adjust but fast enough for a familiar knot to build in your stomach. his thumb presses against your clit each time. 

“oh my god–oh god…” you can’t remember the last time you’ve chanted it so thoroughly, reciting it like a prayer and chasing your high. 

“need to add another finger, sweetheart. need to stretch you out, that okay?”

his voice makes you jolt. it’s all around you, deep and scratchy and almost a growl—teeming with lust. of course it is, you can feel his hard on pressed against the small of your back, can feel the way his heart is thumping in his chest. you can hear his audible swallows and groans each time you dig your nails into his thighs, every time you grind against him when the pleasure becomes too much. 

“mm-hmm,” you nod vigorously, “yes… need more…”

it’s frankly a surprise that you still have the ability to speak because every single part of your body feels like it’s melting, blood zapping through your body, pushing your heart into overdrive.

this time when george thrusts in, it’s with two fingers. you cry out at the sudden stretch, the burn that accompanies it. george falters when you jolt forward.

“shit–shit did i hurt you?”

hurt?? 

“no, i—” it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, and to take the whiney edge off your voice. “that felt good… better than before. keep going, please, just—”

george doesn’t let you finish, pushing his fingers inside you again. the hilt of his palm crashes against your clit, rougher than before and your body trembles from all of it.

“such a perfect girl, taking me so well.” his words add to the heady intoxication. 

your head spins, completely blanking out on anything else. all that matters right now is george and his hands and his voice. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and peppering kissing and this time the buzzing that fills your ears is nothing like before. 

now as your legs shake and spasm, you know you’re close. 

“gonna cum, george, fuck…keep going…” it’s a whine, you don’t know where it just came from but now is not the time to care about that. 

his fingers keep moving in and out, plunging into you, drawing out wet and obscene sounds until you feel them hooking inside you, without warning. when george parts his fingers inside you, stretching you more, it’s enough to push you over the edge. 

with a cry, you slump against him, gushing onto his hand, incapable of doing anything else as waves of pleasure crash onto you, blinding you almost. this has never happened before… never. not with your own hand, or the tiny white bullet in your drawer. something about his body makes your blood sing.

facing george after that feels like a daunting task. he did just witness you completely falling apart on his hand and who knows what kinds of sounds you made in the heat of the moment…

a flush creeps up your face when george turns you around.

“fuck…” he breathes, panting, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. “that was so hot, fuck!”

for a second you don’t know what to say so you sit there, trying not to nervously bite on your lip, averting his eyes. because that was just the foreplay… the main part is yet to come. 

“did you enjoy that?” he asks tentatively. another second ticks by before you feel a hand under your chin, tilting it up. 

“sweetheart…” george begins. his eyes are soft—blown out and hooded with lust, sure, but somewhere in there, there’s a tenderness you haven’t seen before. “do you want to stop? it’s alright, if that’s all you want to do tonight. i promise…”

you contemplate it. you want him, you want his closeness and you want his body and if sex feels anything like what you just felt then you absolutely can’t wait for it.

“i want to keep going,” you reply. 

this time, george leans forward, hand still on your chin, holding it in place as he goes in for a kiss. something soft and sweet. a stolen moment of leisure amidst all the burning passion and hormone filled lust. 

“are you in your head?” he asks after a minute. 

you know the answer is yes. it shouldn’t be this difficult, he has done nothing to make you feel uncomfortable. on the contrary, you have never felt so safe with another boy. 

“i think so…yeah. i just, i don’t know how to stop overthinking it.”

he contemplates it for a long time, at least it feels like a long time. you’re aware of the wetness between your legs, of the little fire in your stomach that still hasn’t gone out. you’re aware of how hard he is and yet how he hasn’t even talked about himself yet. 

“can i touch you?” 

it’s an unsure question; your voice sounds small to your ears but there’s an undertone of curiosity. his eyes widen. 

george nods, moving to take off his brief. when he’s done, george settles on his knees, now fully naked. 

your breath catches in your throat. it’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before. you’ve watched porn. the first guy who made out with you and got to third base had you feel him over his jeans. and although it was more unsettling than it was fascinating, it was a new experience. 

but watching george is a mesmerising thing. he’s not shy about his body, if anything, his bold confidence makes him hotter than any other boy you’ve ever known. 

“please.” he breathes in deeply, trying to stay still as your hand inches between his thighs. 

he’s big, at least to you he is, thick and hard. george groans loudly when you trace his length with a finger, running it along his red tip that already leaks with precum. the sound is throaty, almost a growl. so this is what a man looks like when he’s fighting to stay in control. 

his eyes are closed, a string of curses falling from his lips as you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, moving it tentatively—slow strokes from the base to his tip and back again. his body shudders, the hollow of his throat moves. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, love.” his voice is a throaty whisper, his nails dig into the flesh of his thighs even as he so clearly struggles not to thrust his hips into your hand. 

it’s the small, impulsive movement that fills you up with some confidence. a tiny thrill of pride shoots through you, thoroughly pleased at the way his body responds to your touch. some of the tension in your body dissipates. 

“well, isn’t that the goal here? to make you cum?” 

george clicks his tongue, “not before you. tonight is about you. my pleasure is just a byproduct.”

george moves before you have the time to respond, grabbing his jeans from the foot of the bed to look for his wallet. and there, inside, as expected is a small, silver square. 

“you ready for it?” 

“yes,” you say and this time, there’s not a hint of doubt in it. “yes i am.”

george tears the foil with his teeth, spitting it out to one side and taking the condom out. you watch unabashedly as he rolls onto his dick. his fingers work deftly—practiced, sure movements; small things that make you aware once again of how inexperienced you are. 

but that’s about to change. 

his mouth is back on yours, hand back between your legs, drawing rough eight figures on your clit. you barely even registers as george lays you down on your back. all you can focus on are his fingers dipping in and out of you once again, quick and expert thrusts that have you on the edge again in no time. 

“lift your hips for me, love. just like that.” his voice is soft, his eyes are softer. there’s a tenderness to his face that you’ve never seen before; a stillness that’s gentle and comforting. 

poised on top of you, you can feel his tip brushing against your entrance. nerves flood your body as you do what he’s asked.

“george…” it surprises you how shaky your voice sounds. for all your bravado before, your mouth feels dry. “please just…go slow, please.”

he pauses for a moment and you marvel at his self-control once again. he could so easily just chase his orgasm somewhere else, fuck someone else at the party. yet here he is, pausing every two minutes to make sure you’re alright and enjoying yourself. 

he cups your face, gently running a thumb along your lower lip. 

“i will. as slow as you want.”

his hand is back between your legs, teasing and brushing against your clit, melting your moans into small bursts of ecstasy. his fingers keep moving, building up pleasure again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until a second orgasm hits you. 

as you writhe under george, trying to ride out your high by grinding against his hand, he kisses you again, tongue licking the inside of your mouth, teeth clashing against teeth. 

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he pants. his voice is strained. you imagine he’s being pushed to his limits. 

“yes, just–just do it, i am ready.”

lining himself against your entrance, george pushes in. the first few seconds are completely normal. he moves slowly, sticking to your limits and pressing small kisses on your face. the stretch you feel is fine, exactly how it was when you were riding his fingers. a moans slips out, full of lust. and that’s when the burn starts. 

tears well up on your bottom lashline the more he pushes in. you feel too full, more than you ever have, too stretched out. 

“are you in?” your voice quivers and george pauses. 

“not yet, sweetheart. but almost.”

another nod from you and he moves again, the burn intensifies, turning your moans of pleasure into whimpers of pain until george bottoms out and stills in place. 

“you okay? does it hurt?” his voice is hushed, words coming out rapidly as he tries to make sure everything is alright. despite everything, the concern in his voice melts your heart. 

“hurts a little. can you just–just stay still for a bit?”

he nods again. george lowers his forehead, resting it onto yours. the moments stands suspended in time. by the time, the burn subsides, you’re kissing again—slow and sweet, fingers intertwined.

“okay,” you nod into the crook of his neck, “okay you can move.”

the stinging is back when he starts moving back and forth. he’s going as slow as possible, you know it, yet it takes you body a bit longer to adjust, for sparks of pleasure to come through between the pain. 

when you open your eyes, you find him already looking at you, a soft pink flush visible on his cheeks. to your surprise george averts his eyes quickly. 

“i–uh,” he stammers a little, “i’m–um, i’m not gonna last long.” the last part is whispered, like a shameful confession. “you’re really tight and–fuck! fuck, baby it feels so good…”

“george,” you interrupt before he has the chance to keep going. he thrusts in again just then, a bit harder than before. this time, the pleasure is much stronger than the pain. all thoughts fly out the window momentarily, but you cradle his face in your hands. brush your fingers on his cheek. 

“you’re already making me feel so good. shit, george, don’t apologise. just–you can go a bit harder if you want.” another gasp gets struck in your throat, another little broken moan. 

george moves faster, hips bucking, slamming into yours lightly. the friction, the stretch, all of it is better than you could have ever imagined. you couldn’t care less how long he lasts. it’s your body that makes him go crazy, you that’s currently making him losing it. that thought alone is enough to send bolts of lightning all throughout your body. 

feeling a little bold, you do the thing you’ve only watched girls in porn do. you wrap your legs around his waist and it’s like something clicks in place. suddenly he’s sliding in much deeper than he was before, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your mind go blank and your jaw go slack. 

“fuck fuck fuck,” george curses. his pace increases. whatever control he had on himself has finally snapped, whatever leash he had kept on himself, finally gone. 

maybe your eyes roll back in pleasure, maybe your legs tighten around his waist, the only thing you remember is clenching around him, telling him over and over again how good it feels. 

“so good for me, baby, so perfect,” he coos, hand snaking down between your joined bodies. he finds your clit again, swollen and wet and so sensative, it’s like a thunderstorm just under the surface of your skin.

“gonna cum, sweetheart,” george grunts out. “cum with me, can you do that? hmm?”

you nod, or you think you do. all you remember is grinding on his pelvis and mewling when he flicks your clit. it’s the sound that gets to him, that pushes him over the edge. when his orgasm hits, you feel him twitch inside you. somewhere in the haze, a third orgasm washes over you. 

you watch him mesmerised, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, to memorise the look of pure bliss on his face as he fucks into you, riding out his orgasm, letting you ride out yours. his thrusts slow down, eventually coming to a stop. 

george doesn’t pull out instantly, instead, he collapses on top of you, breathing hard, panting into your neck. your sweaty bodies stick to each other, still locked in together. 

it takes him a minute to gather himself. a minute until he can say, “gonna pull out okay? it might hurt.”

it does a little but the tingles in your body take over and all you feel is a slight sting. 

“that was—” you start and stop again, completely at a loss for words. 

“yeah?” he laughs a little, lying next to you and pulling you into his chest. 

he’s warm and a bit sticky but this is nice, you think, the way his body envelopes yours entirely. 

“was i good?”

he hums. “you were perfect.”

the butterflies in your stomach intensify. perfect. it’s nice to hear that word. especially nice to hear it from him.

"you might be a bit sore tomorrow," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but don't worry, sweetheart. i'll stay and take care of you."

lemme know what you think <33

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[shinycollarboneapologist]

Okay but imagine if George literally walks in on bbf matty and reader fucking and that’s how he finds out (maybe it’s really tender loving sex so he knows it’s not a one time thing), I would actually feel FEAR!!!! Like George I love you but you intimidate me SO MUCH

Also now I’m deluding myself with thoughts!!! Like imagine the fallout that would happen with George and also with matty because in his infinite wisdom maybe he’s like no this is not what it looks like, this was a mistake/an accident which is THE WORST THING TO SAY and so you simply run to Charli as your safe space because she is indeed mother, goodbye 😭

the WAY THAT WOULD BE SO SCARY.

you and matty are way too into it to realize that george has come home, and he probably sees like remnants of you around the apartment like “omg? didn’t know they were coming over? lol where are you!” and then he hears it. a liquified giggle coming from matty’s room and he’s like… no… that’s impossible. but he hears it again and again and it’s more frequent and he feels like he’s going to vomit and pass out all at once. so he’s like flinging the door open and matty just stills on top of you as george starts screaming. like i’m not sure if he would get physical with matty besides like ripping him off of you or anything (he’s still his best friend and you’re there and all so he doesn’t want to be that out of line, i would respect him if he was though) and matty is scrambling while george is still yelling and now they’re both yelling and you’re just trying to cover yourself with the blanket while you grab your own clothes and that’s when you hear matty tell george “dude it was a mistake. a one time thing, s’my fault” and your heart SHATTERS. so you just look at matty all dejected and a sob comes from your lips and maybe that’s when george gets physical, nothing too serious just shoving matty like “could get over you two fucking but you being an asshole? that’s next level” because the last thing george wants to see is you hurt.

charli provides the much needed older sister comfort (not sure how to include her in the actual bbf fic but trust she will be making an appearance) she lets you cry and sob and break things. does a good job of shooing both george and matty away when they try to come over to see you. you guys bake brownies and do some online shopping and watch cheesy romance movies that make you sob more. and she seems like the only person in your life that isn’t mad at you (besides matty but you both aren’t talking) charli is indeed mother and when you’re asleep and matty comes by for a fifth time that day to try and talk to you, she gives him the tongue lashing of a life time. (he’s more afraid of her than he is george atm)

#throughthepostmodernlens #bbf!matty #i still haven’t figured out how i actually want george to find out i have an idea or two but this has helped spur my creative thoughts #thank U ANGEL <3

[bunnyb34r]

Went to the mall to buy gifts and only really shopped at the bookstore lol

I could've gone to the closer bookstore or the half priced one honestly then but I dont think I'd have bought as much if I had

#got mom 5 books and i got 2 lol #one is on the Bass Body Farm bc that is very interesting to me and the other is the transcripts of the Nuremberg trials #which i am also fascinated by but more in a disgusted/eerie how close some of their actions are to TODAYS events way #the BBF one is just pure fascination on a scientific aspect #i got mom a ben franks bio. a ben Franklin george Washington book (she really likes ben). two romance books she likes and the secret garden #bc we were talking ab that and how she never read it and i have a copy (ironically that she bought me like 15 years ago) but lost #it was like $7 so it was a fair price even if she doesn't read it #they had other copies for $30-35 like 😭 #had it been for me i mightve gotten them but for a first readthrough unsure if shell like it the 7 dollar one is better #marquilla

[kumezyzo]

IRL Celeb Works

Mathew Gray Gubler

husband!mathew pt.2 pt.3

Sapnap

normal (?) reader

bf!sapnap pt.2 pt.3(cooking stream) pt.4 ?

mornings pt.2

lose the vcard*

jealousy jealousy yeah

brothers best friend!sapnap

dadnap angsty version dad type

friends with benefits*

out (of the closet)

fwb bbf

emails*

tell em

head over heels

normal (?) &/or streamer reader

smutty smut* fluffy stuffy haircuts more smut* shave tease* roadtrip sickly birthday cuddles gf day thighs* 5am desperation knowing breakup lockscreens jealous again reader ver.) peach and mario greek edits droncert tattoo talk to me lost cat Wikipedia

dry* pt.2

streamer reader

gamer!gf

allstars mcc

newly dating

announcement q&a (pt2)

x-mas stream 'peaches' aftermath

secret

move in

Everest desperately jealousy

chat

see you*

enemies pt.2

"good valo"

comfort (blurb)

bf!sapnap + faceless reader blurb

singer/artist reader

music video singer!reader

actor!reader

Georgenotfound

gf day dad!george knowing dad type

Dream

gf day knowing dad type dad!dream

Corpse

the one that got away prequel

Foolish

dad!foolish pt.1

Quackity

dad!quackity

More celebs coming soon! [comment/ask for someone... idk] and yes i know its a terrible format 😭 ans ignore what i call these fics.... its for my own amusements 😭😭

* means smut/nsfw themes

#mathew gray gubler x reader #mgg #mgg x reader #mgg x you #mgg x y/n #mathew gray gubler #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dream x reader #corpse husband x reader #quackity #foolish gamers #quackity x y/n #foolish x reader

[enderwomansmp]

𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥!!

Before I get into explaining what the event is and how it will work, please note that this is an nsfw post and therefore minors should dni- thanks for understanding :)

What is the event and how will it work?

Kinktober is a writing event wherein various kinks and scenarios are used as writing prompts. An author will then write fanfics or hcs and so forth surrounding such prompts with the help of requests from readers. Usually, writers will write one prompt per day until all on the list are exhausted, however, due to my schedule and the fact I'm joining the trend late, I will be taking a more relaxed approach to the event schedule!! So, to conclude, please send in requests for content creators or dsmp characters!! (E.g. Revivedbur + Free Use + manhunt au) Once you have requested, your idea will be added to this post in orange next to your chosen prompt and will be written in the coming days so keep your eyes peeled! Happy spooktober!! <3💜💚🎃

Prompt list

Cumplay (in which cum is used and toyed with) — Dom!cc!Sapnap

Fleshlight (in which a fleshlight is involved) — Dream Team

Sex toys (in which various sex toys are involved) — Dom!cc!Dream

Coercion (in which a party is coerced into sexual activity, however consent is explicitly given; dubcon) — Dom!revivedbur

Blackmail (in which blackmail is specifically used for sexual activity) — Dom!cc!Georgenotfound

Nudes/sexting (in which nudes or sexual messages are exchanged) — c!Jschlatt

Aphrodisiac/sex pollen (in which one or both parties are affected by substances heightening their sex drives) — Dom!revivedbur

Lingerie/costumes (in which lingerie or costumes are involved) — Dom!cc!Sapnap

Friends with benefits (in which reader is fwb with the subject of the fic) — cc!Georgenotfound

Brother’s best friend (in which the subject is reader’s brother’s best friend) — cc!Sapnap

Step kink (in which the subject is of a step relation to reader) — cc!Georgenotfound

Threesome (in which two other parties and reader engage in sexual activity) — cc!KarlJacobs and cc!Georgenotfound

Gangbang (in which more than 2 parties aside from reader are involved) — cc!feral boys+Wilbursoot (Dream+Sapnap+George+Karl)

Voyuerism (in which someone is shown off or shows the other off/enjoys being watched)

Public (in which sexual activity takes place outside) — cc!Sapnap

Free use (in which someone is used for sexual pleasure anytime at another’s will) — c!Dream

Hate sex (in which sexual activity borne from hatred and anger occurs) — cc!dom!Sapnap

Mark making (in which bruises and marks are left on someone) — dom!Vilbur

Sensual/soft sex (in which a softer and more vanilla form of sexual activity is enjoyed) — cc!Dream, Apocalypse AU

Morning sex (in which sexual activity takes place in the morning) —Dom!cc!Georgenotfound

Pegging (in which a male identifying persons is penetrated by a female identifying persons) — sub!cc!Dream

Bed-sharing troupe (in which a bed is unexpectedly shared and leads to sexual activity) — cc!dom!Dream

Heat (in which reader or the subject go into a mating-cycle-like heat) — Dom!c!Dream Hybrid AU

Blindfold (in which someone is blindfolded for sexual purposes) — c!Technoblade

Bondage (in which someone is tied up for sexual purposes) — cc!Dream

Drugs (in which drugs, i.e. weed, hard drugs, are taken to enhance sexual pleasure/lead to sexual activity) — switch!cc!KarlJacobs w/ weed

Double penetration (in which someone is penetrated in two holes) — cc!Dream and cc!Sapnap stripper AU

Edging (in which someone is made to miss their orgasms repeatedly) — Cc!Dream

Alcohol/drunk (in which alcohol is drank in order to enhance sexual pleasure/lead to sexual activity)

Somnophilia (in which someone is used for sexual pleasure of the other party while they’re asleep, all of which is consensual) — cc!Georgenotfound

Spanking (in which someone is spanked and hit on the ass repeatedly) — bbf!cc!Dream

Alternate Universes

Manhunt au (in which someone is chased down, usually in a minecraft speedrun setting)

Stripper au (in which someone plays the role of a sex worker/stripper at an adult club)

Simp au (in which someone simps for another to an often obsessive degree, i.e. Simpbur)

Racer au (in which reader or the subject are street racers or have a connection to such a theme/culture)

Edgy au (in which reader or the subject have an edgier, more alternative personality and/or aesthetic to usual)

College/uni/high school au (in which the fic takes place in a universe where all parties attend school)

Apocalypse au (in which the world is ending)

Hybrid/mythical au (in which reader or the subject are a human-animal/mythical creature hybrid)

Nerdy au (in which reader or the subject have a nerdier, more shy personality and/or aesthetic to usual)

Mafia au (in which the reader or the subject have connections with/are active within the mafia/a mafia gang)

Content creators available

Cc! Dream

Cc! Georgenotfound

Cc! Sapnap

Cc! Foolish

Cc! Awesamdude

Cc! Karljacobs

Dsmp characters available

C! Dream

C! DreamXD

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Karljacobs

C! Foolish

C! Awesamdude

C! Fundy

C! Wilbur (l’manbur, vilbur, revivedbur)

C! Technoblade

C! Philza

C! JSchlatt

#mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dream team smut #dteam smut #dreamwastaken smut #sapnap smut #georgenotfound smut #mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine

[melrosing]

did they actually read the chapter? Jaime is exhibiting sexual attraction to Brienne within the first few pages, there is never going to be this choice between a sex life and an inspiring woman or whatever. it's so demeaning to Cersei as well to reduce her to Jaime's sex life, and deny Brienne sexuality on the other hand because she's not beautiful.

okay, I think what was actually said on this podcast is going to get lost in translation over here if I just kind of vaguely refer to arguments I disagreed with. so to start with, I think anyone who's interested in what the NotACast guys and Dr Shiloh had to say on Jaime & Brienne would be best off listening to it themselves, I really don't want to misrepresent them here.

but I'll share the quote I was referring to, and preface that by saying that PoorQuentyn/Emmett does flat out state earlier in the episode that yeah, Jaime is sexually attracted to Brienne. he refers to the usual quotes, i.e. Jaime eyeing up her calves, picturing her in a dress, admiring her eyes, etc, etc. so far so good lol, obviously we've very much been over all that over in this sphere of fandom, but NotACast is most popular amongst fans from different spheres, including many fans who have not engaged at all with the discourse around JB. so, makes sense to include these foundational readings in the podcast.

anyway, the quote I was referring to (don't look at me transcribing is a weird hobby of mine):

PQ [1:19:56]: It’s interesting to me that you have this… kind of trying to decouple the courtly elements from the sexual elements? Because Jaime and Brienne do have that - more kind of - the chaste elements of the romance, with the actual sexuality kind of displaced onto Cersei. And it does feel like… it does feel like to me on some level that Jaime kind of wishes he could combine these two women. Like that would be the ideal for him*laughs*. As if he could force Brienne and Cersei into like, a machine from The Fly or something, and just make himself… that for him would be kind of the ideal, and I wonder if what George is trying to do is make that romantic ideal impossible for Jaime, by splitting it into two people. And saying, you can either have… your traditionally beautiful woman, you know, who you’ve been obsessed with, and your partner, or you can be with a person who makes you feel like a true knight. But these are antithetical. And I think that’s interesting.

(I'm putting the rest under the cut because this is long.)

this take is actually kind of bizarre when you consider the fact that, as I said, PQ has already acknowledged that there is a sexual element to JB. perhaps he's just riffing off of the convo BBF and and Dr Shiloh have just had where they wonder where to place Cersei in the conversation between JB and Arthuriana. personally I'd say that Cersei doesn't really belong in that conversation, and that's kind of the point: Jaime's wanted her to, but she never has. however, Dr Shiloh argues that Cersei and Brienne parallel the two women in Lancelot's life, where Lancelot is Jaime, Cersei = Guinevere, Brienne = Elaine of Corbenic (I... do not agree lmao but that's a separate matter)

so PQ's following on from this strain, comparing and contrasting the roles of Brienne and Cersei in Jaime's narrative, just feeling around for what sounds right by the looks of it. however! this does not sound right to me. let's unpack!!!!

It’s interesting to me that you have this… kind of trying to decouple the courtly elements from the sexual elements? Because Jaime and Brienne do have that - more kind of - the chaste elements of the romance

so as we've just established, there are sexual elements to JB in Jaime I alone, but they do not stop there: they get more pronounced. in fact by Jaime III they're already pretty explicit: JB have that entire sword fight in the river that is literally screaming look at their physical chemistry (I wrote more on that here) - the whole fight is half written as a sex scene, it's not remotely subtle.

and of course the undertones continue, to the point that they're not even undertones anymore, it's just Jaime getting an erection in the bath as he stares at Brienne's naked body.

but there are courtly elements too, and I won't list all of them off but these are best encapsulated in Jaime IX, where JB are almost meeting again for the first time, as they might in a traditional courtly setting where Jaime is dressed as a dashing knight and Brienne is dressed as a highborn lady, and they kind of awkwardly compliment each other, and instead of the lady bestowing a sword and a quest upon her knight it's the other way round, etc etc you know I love this shit lmao ANYWAY

so it's pretty clear Jaime and Brienne have both bases covered: the courtly and the sexual, and that they do, as the hosts observe in the episode, switch between the roles of the knight and the damsel. the whole point is that they gel perfectly: in falling in love they do not force the other into a contained role, but rather liberate the other from what was a contained role.

MEANWHILE.

...with the actual sexuality kind of displaced onto Cersei.

is the 'actual sexuality' displaced onto Cersei? or is it just that Cersei is the only person Jaime has had sex with so far? as we've established, Jaime and Brienne have a distinct physical chemistry, and we even get a subtle little comparison between this and that which Jaime has with Cersei here:

Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei, he thought [JAIME V, ASOS]

Cersei has been his only partner for all of his life, but that does not make her his perfect match in that respect.

moving on.

I wonder if what George is trying to do is make that romantic ideal impossible for Jaime, by splitting it into two people. And saying, you can either have… your traditionally beautiful woman, you know, who you’ve been obsessed with, and your partner, or you can be with a person who makes you feel like a true knight. But these are antithetical.

so PQ says on the one hand Jaime has Cersei, who is his passionate, beautiful, lifelong partner, and on the other there's Brienne, a chaste figure who makes him feel good about himself. and that these two things are antithetical, making the romantic ideal impossible for Jaime.

so. to start with, nowhere does ASOIAF state that Brienne can't be a passionate partner. she hasn't had the chance to be one yet, no, but this is, er, a story, things change and evolve, and we literally have evidence of passion between Jaime and Brienne on the page already.

second, Brienne is not beautiful, that's right! but that doesn't mean she falls short of a romantic ideal for Jaime??? I know I always bring up JB x Beauty and the Beast, but come on, they are literally based on a fairytale that says that love isn't about beauty, it's about the heart. and in any case, Jaime has been shown experiencing sexual attraction to women like Hildy and Pia (post-injury), who are not what society calls beautiful. he admires Cersei's beauty, sure, but we don't see anywhere that it is of the utmost importance to Jaime that his partner is beautiful. it's important to Cersei - but not Jaime.

third, PQ points out that Cersei's this lifelong obsession for Jaime, and surely that counts for something in balancing her against Brienne. well... no?? Jaime's obsession with Cersei has been based on the lies he tells himself about her, and the lies she's told him. Jaime has desperately wanted Cersei to be this benevolent figure that completes him, that he can love and protect as a true knight. she isn't, and he realises that now, and has unambiguously left her. of course he still thinks about her, it was a lifelong relationship, it was that thing he always thought of when he wanted comfort and to feel less alone, but that doesn't mean that he can't appreciate the lie in that, and the futility of his obsession.

so Brienne is not antithetical to what Cersei never was in the first place. in fact, Brienne is very much the kind of woman Jaime has wanted in Cersei (honest, loyal, loving), but simultaneously, yes, a person who inspires him, and who is just as capable of playing the role Jaime once assigned to himself. Jaime always believed his duty was to protect and comfort Cersei. with Brienne, he finds he can also be protected himself, and comforted himself. that's that whole damsel/knight switcheroo that NotACast were so taken with. that's the romantic ideal being, actually, perfectly possible for Jaime and Brienne both, it just... doesn't look as they thought it did.

ANYWAY. that's my thoughts on that. and for the record I do not think the podcast is bad or that the hosts are stupid and the last thing I want to do here is encourage any negativity towards them. I just thought that take was daft and wanted to take it apart with my bare hands lmao

#ask #jaime x brienne #asoiaf

[potokguy]

i headcanon you as my boy best friend but also i still call you george in my head whenever you post all i can picture is george im gonna kiss you on the head

BBF (Boy best friend) Also ilyyyyy I am always gonna be your George & this is me right now

[snbouz]

And George mentioned endermen a bit much, had a similar ending as fundys ? (Dream that aren’t really a dream???) this whole thing might have been a prank?? (April’s fool in some parts of the world I guess???) everything might have been a dream?? Is he still bbfs with dreamXD ?? Quackity is a cow?? Everyone seem to act normal after he woke up ... what the fuck was that stream honestly

#dreamSMP #dsmp #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #this was one interesting lore stream #but I’m more confused than anything and the dates are worrying me more than anything

[aion-rsa]

What If…? Episode 9 Review: A Missing Puzzle Piece

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This review contains spoilers for Marvel’s What If…? episode 9

In the season finale of Marvel’s What If…?, ‘What if… The Watcher Broke His Oath?’, we discover what happens when The Watcher finally intervenes in the MCU’s escalating multiversal madness.

As some of you may have assumed, the Guardians of the Multiverse do indeed assemble to stop Tony Stark’s godlike, universe-slaying murder bot, with Doctor Strange helping to pull Ultron’s strings as the team’s de facto leader.

There’s a lot to enjoy in the episode, but it stops short of greatness through no fault of Marvel’s own. Due to pandemic-related constraints, the season is missing a pretty essential Gamora and Tony Stark-centric installment that helps set up the whole ‘Guardians of the Multiverse’ vibe in the finale. We will likely see it all play out in Season 2, but that might be quite a while away from hitting our screens.

Our What If…? reviews adopt a different kind of format – more of a breakdown that we hope will satisfy die-hard Marvel fans but still help bring those less familiar with the MCU up to speed.

With that in mind, let’s dig deeper into ‘What if… The Watcher Broke His Oath?’

Required viewing

For this season finale, you’ll need to have seen pretty much all of the previous eight episodes to make full sense of these events. It also helps to have seen Captain America: The Winter Soldier at some point!

Voice cast

Jeffrey Wright is our Watcher, Hayley Atwell is Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Lake Bell (Harley Quinn) is Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Frank Grillo is Brock Rumlow/Crossbones, Georges St. Pierre is Georges Batroc (the Leaper), Chadwick Boseman is T’Challa/Star-Lord, Michael B. Jordan is Erik Killmonger, Chris Hemsworth is Thor, Benedict Cumberbatch is Doctor Strange, Toby Jones is Arnim Zola, Tom Hiddleston is Loki, Kurt Russell is Ego, Samuel L. Jackson is Nick Fury, Mick Wingert is Tony Stark/Iron Man, Ross Marquand is Ultron and Cynthia McWilliams (Bosch, Marvel Heroes) stands in for Zoe Saldana as Gamora.

What’s different?

In an altered version of the Captain America: The Winter Soldier opening, Captain Carter, Brock Lumlow and Black Widow begin their hostage rescue mission on the pirate-captured SHEILD ship the Lemurian Star. We discover that Peggy and Natasha have become BBFs in this branch timeline, with Natasha still attempting to play Cupid to a lovelorn Cap.

Peggy begins to scrap with Batroc the Leaper onboard the Star, but is interrupted by The Watcher, who tells her that she has been chosen for Doctor Strange’s new Ultron-stopping multiversal superhero team.

Meanwhile, as Star-Lord T’Challa rescues Dairy Queen Peter Quill from Ego, The Watcher recruits him too. We then hop to Nidavellir, where an alternate duo of Tony Stark and Gamora are helping Dwarf King Eitri melt the Infinity Gauntlet. We’re told that Gamora is a “survivor of Sakaar” and a destroyer of Thanos, but sadly we never got to see any of this transpire. The Erik Killmonger we saw take over Wakanda is also picked up, along with Las Vegas Party Prince Thor.

The Watcher and Doctor Strange explain the Ultron mission to their team – get the Infinity Stones away from Ultron and destroy them in Gamora’s crusher MacGuffin – even as Killmonger starts making some mental chess moves to betray them all. It turns out that his dark nature is built into their overall plan, so it’s fine I guess. Also, it turns out that Stephen isn’t as good as Cap or T’Challa at performing a rousing speech (which tracks) but thankfully he is really good at doing protection spells.

Ultron soon discovers the newly-assembled Guardians of the Multiverse thanks to Thor’s blundering, and a terrific fight ensues as the Guardians face off against him in the universe from the penultimate episode where Black Widow was the human race’s lone survivor. The aforementioned crusher doesn’t work in this timeline (whoops) but Strange captures Ultron and Killmonger in a pocket universe after Cap and Black Widow upload the Zola brain program into Ultron using Hawkeye’s trusty USB arrow.

How does it work out?

The Guardians of the Multiverse are all returned to the timelines from whence they came, except for Black Widow, who The Watcher takes pity on and drops off in the middle of an alternate universe that is missing a Natasha. We see her fighting Loki aboard a SHIELD helicarrier and saving the day in an Avengers team that includes Captain Marvel, and we can assume that this is the world from episode 3 where Hank Pym took out all of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes apart from Captain America. It’s nice!

In a post-credits scene, we see BBFs Natasha and Peggy discover the Hydrastomper in the Lemurian Star’s cargo, and it’s teased that Steve Rogers might still be alive inside.

Standout moments

I really loved seeing Captain Carter running the Lemurian Star mission with SHIELD! I feel a little robbed of seeing Peggy and Natasha’s banter in live action, as it felt like they had so much chemistry together. I did see Twitter explode with some mini slash fic after this episode began streaming, and if I were to, say, have a secret Captain Carter fan fiction blog that I regularly update, which of course I don’t and you shouldn’t try and find that because it absolutely doesn’t exist, then I could perhaps imagine some romantic stories for these two coming to life there, in that 100% imaginary and not real blog. Anyway, yes. Move over Steggy and Stucky, there’s a new MCU portmanteau in town: Pegasha. Nateggy? Eh, it’s a work in progress.

The finale also gave us one last Chadwick Boseman performance as T’Challa, and it was great to hear his voice here in a new little adventure with Michael B. Jordan’s Killmonger, even if he still couldn’t get through to him when the stakes were even higher.

The animation and design was top notch, and there were lots of little Easter eggs to enjoy from past episodes, including the zombie-vomiting portal and Strange producing countless Mjolnirs instead of the copies of himself we saw in Avengers: Endgame. We also got an Alexei mention from Peggy, and the return of The Little Arrow That Could. I’ll admit it’s a little hard to swallow ‘HYDRA to the rescue’ as an MCU concept, but needs must where the Devil drives.

I’m looking forward to checking out Season 2 of the show in the future, and possibly seeing the continuation of some of the Season 1 stories. But by the time these arrive, the implications of the Marvel multiverse will have hit the MCU in a major way through the likes of Spider-Man: No Way Home and Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Hopefully, those won’t take any of the fun out of seeing alternate versions of the characters we’ve come to love.

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[abiiors]

all of those dreams where you're my wife // george daniel x reader

valentine's week - day 7: dearly beloved

a/n: bbf!george, i did not forget about him <33 cw: none, this is very sappy fluff. a bit suggestive maybe but like suuuuuper mildly wc: 1.6k

weddings have never been her thing. 

the large crowds really aren’t her cup of tea, the loud music and bright lights are overwhelming more often than not. on top of that, there’s the newfound fame—not for her but the fact that not one but two people in her life seemed to have blown up overnight is not the easiest to deal with. 

still, this is not a wedding she can miss. it’s lisa, her mum’s best friend who’s getting married, after all, the woman’s like a second mother to her and matty. 

and she has to admit it to herself, having george as her date certainly makes the wedding much more exciting than any she’s been to in the past. 

really nervous about being a bridesmaid. what if i fall in front of everyone — she’d texted george the night before, her stomach in anxious knots only to get a swift reply only seconds later. 

you’ll be amazing, sweetheart <3 and i’ll be right there xx

and that’s the text she thinks about as she stands outside the entrance to the church, waiting for her musical cue. her dress is gorgeous, better than anything she’s worn in her entire life. it’s baby pink and flowy and fits her in all the right places. a bow secures half her hair up while the rest of it flow in loose curls. and everything feels utterly perfect. 

yet when the music starts, her stomach erupts in nervous butterflies. she takes a deep breath, clutching the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hands and steps inside the church. 

the aisle feels longer than ever, and every step she takes is a conscious effort to maintain composure under everyone’s gazes. it’s not a lot of people, not really, but all the sets of eyes on her and the only other bridesmaid has her sweating under the dress. cameras go off (including flashes, which she finds mildly annoying) and she tries not to trip in the heels, half-blinded by the light. she tries to find her mark on the altar until her eyes meet george and her heart stops in her chest. 

he looks beautiful and it’s then that she realises that she’s never seen him in a suit before. the dark fabric looks absolutely perfect against his skin, the cut of it flattering every muscle in his body. and his long-ish hair looks extra wavy today, soft and shiny too. 

she has the sudden urge to abandon her duties in favour of running her fingers through them. 

george smiles at her and she flushes like it’s her first time seeing him. 

“hi beautiful,” he whispers when she passes by him and a giggle slips out of her, making several eyes snap to her. 

“hi,” she mouths back when she finally, finally gets to her place on the alter. (without tripping or stumbling) 

he’s right at the front of the pew, smiling bashfully at her while she lets her eyes roam over him again—on his handsome face and absolutely perfect suit, on his baby pink tie that matches her dress so perfectly (athough she has no idea when he planned or bought that) and lastly, she meets his eyes. 

he looks at her with all the softness in the world; like she’s the only one that matters in this room, like she’s the one he came here for. the music swells around them again and turns softer. this time, she has no choice but to peel her eyes away from george and focus on the bride. 

her throat feels tight at the sight of her mum escorting lisa down the aisle. they whisper something to each other in hushed tones and giggle, almost like they’re still teenagers. the crowd awws and she has no choice but to wipe a fallen tear off her cheeks.

the ceremony is absolutely lovely, and she cries and laughs multiple times, sometimes even simultaneously. but one thing remains constant—she feel’s george’s eyes on her the whole time, moving away only when the newlyweds are declared husband and wife and when they share a kiss. 

she laughs and walks behind them with the rest of the wedding party as they run out the church, hand-in-hand, whooping with joy. it’s such a beautiful moment that for a second, she forgets to look for george. 

until a hand wraps around her wrist lightly and pulls her into a corner. she yelps, stumbling into a firm chest and the next thing she feels is a pair of familiar lips on hers as george kisses the absolute daylights out of her. 

“there you are,” he smiles once they manage to pull back slightly. "beautiful as always." 

“there i am,” she smiles, cheeks warm and eyes unable to meet his. he really does look absolutely irresistible like this. it makes all her thoughts go astray and her mouth go dry. somewhere outside, people are already blasting music but it sounds soft and dreamy floating inside the empty church like this—well, empty except for them, in each other's arms.   

“you looked incredible up there, sweet girl, couldn’t stop staring at you.”

“i knowww,” she teases, giggling when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “could feel your eyes on me the whole time. you are very distracting.”

“you are very distracting,” his eyes sparkle, “i couldn’t tell you a single thing about the wedding y’know? but i think i can wax poetics about the sunlight catching in your hair.”

she giggles at his sappiness, slapping him on the arm lightly (and taking the chance to feel the muscles underneath). george, on the other hand, buries his face in the crook of her neck and hums lightly to the tune of the song playing outside. 

“dance with me,” he says, his voice muffled and she nods, already swaying to the faint tune floating in. he’s right though, now that she thinks about it, she absolutely could wax poetics about the sunlight falling on him. especially through the tinted glass windows of the church. it’s casts a halo around him, softening everything about him. 

“you’re staring,” he smiles against her lips, capturing her mouth in a quick kiss before she can get a word out. not that it bothers her much though, she just sighs happily and lets him deepen it, lets him sway her gently. instead, her mind flashes her with an image—them dancing exactly like this, perhaps a little older, her in white and george in whatever the fuck he wants to wear because he’s always stunning. she can picture it so clearly—a wedding of their own. a marriage too. 

when the thought occurs to her, it takes shape in her head, flashing her with more images—a honeymoon in the mediterranean, george with warm sunlight on him and sand stuck to his chest. warm nights spent tangled up in sheets with george railing her into the mattress. bright mornings spent kissing and cuddling and giggling under sheets. 

“what are you thinking about?” his voice shatters the vision and she stutters a bit, trying not to freak him out with all her future plans. 

“hmm? nothing just—”

“you’ve got that look on your face. like you’re thinking of me naked—”

“george!” she slaps a hand over his mouth, “we’re in a church!”

chuckles under her hand, and she can feel the vibrations against her palm. “no tell me what you were thinking about.”

“about… us,” she swallows, hoping he won’t prod further. but of course she’s proven wrong not even a second later when he twirls her mid-dance and asks, “what about us?”

about you and me getting married, she wants to say, having a life together, the forever kind. but thoughts churn in her head rapidly, they’ve only been together for a year and a half, they’re still so young, and george is just getting started with the band.

“you’re overthinking,” he murmurs. “now i’m really curious”

“okay fine! i got carried away and thought about us– about us–”

“getting married?” he finishes for her and she hums, trying not to blush like a fucking schoolgirl. it’s unfair that he should still have that effect on her after all this time, that he should tower over her like this and fluster her so much. 

for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, he only sways her letting the soft melody carry them. his hand grazing her back is so gentle, almost caressing her, making her feel electric with every brush of his fingers and she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it forever. 

“what do you think i was thinking about the whole time?” it makes her whip her head at him, and her breath catches in her throat. 

“don’t joke about this.”

“who says i’m joking, sweetheart?” 

she doesn’t let him continue before she’s kissing him again, slow and soft and deep enough to make her toes curl in her heels. his hands roam all over her body, over the open skin of her back, caressing her spine with such softness that goosebumps spread all over her. she gasps in his mouth and he slides his tongue inside, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth until she’s dizzy and weak in the knees. 

“george,” she groans and it’s like she’s doesn’t have to say anything more. 

“let’s get out of here,” he murmurs and takes her hand in his, dragging her behind him as they run away giggling, in search of someplace secluded. the sunshine hits her again, so warm and beautiful and she closes her eyes, locking this memory in forever. 

lemme know what you think <33

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[shinycollarboneapologist]

bbf matty and reader getting into a fight and george is like ?!?! bc they're both pissed at the same time now and he has no clue how to deal with them since he doesnt know the situation

OOOOOOOF. big oof.

first off, as much as matty and reader enjoy each other's company (among other things ...) i can see them fighting often. its mostly like petty little play fights here and there but sometimes, oof, it gets a bit .... heated. (mostly they just start fights because the makeup sex is great) but when its a serious topic, they go for hours and even days without talking to eachother and its ... a horrible time for everyone involved.

not gonna give away a plot point (yeah i made them already, what abt it?) but its a bad fight, one that's leaving you both miserable and irritated and there's no backing down at this point. george is confused as to why you're so short with him when he brings up matty and the band and asks if you're coming down for their gig the following weekend (you frequent their gigs, so its a bit unusual when you say no) and when he relays that information to matty, matty just rolls his eyes and scoffs an "of course" and george, bless his soul, is just like "why is everyone mad!" (lord pray for matty if george ever truly finds out the reason why you're so upset and skipping their gig...)

#bbf!matty #answered. #anon. #like any good fic #george will find out eventually #because i do like me some drama

[kumezyzo]

omg so idk if this is a weird request or not but I was watching a tv show and thought this idea would be cool for sapnap😭😭

brothers best friend sapnap (or bbf!sapnap) where him and the reader have to hide their relationship from dream and george (dream or george ,depending on what you prefer to write, being the readers brother)

its not a weird request! ive never thought about this type of scenario with them so this is actually really fun for me to write and come up with plot 😭

i wrote for both brother dream and brother george. and i wrote specifically twin!dream and older brother!george (separately). to make the age gaps less scary😭 and for plot.... nonstreamer fem! reader. and i ended up making this a little too long and angsty so im sorry 😭😭😭

okay, enjoy!....or dont :) m.list

brother!dream

bbf!sap who youve known and been friends with since day one because of twin!dream.

twin!dream who you tell everything and noticed when you started crushing on his closest friend.

"do you like nick?" he would ask you one day when youre eating together silently.

you pause mid bite and look up at him, your heart having skipped a beat. you look back down and finish chewing as you come up with something to say.

"why are you asking me that?" you ask back with an awkward laugh.

"fuck- you do dont you?" he would sigh in annoyance.

"and what if i do?" you ask defensively. "its not like hes gonna like me back. nothings gonna happen."

he looks at you, his eyes looking over your face. the face he had been familiar with his whole life. the face that he had grown with and trusted more than himself.

"whatever..."

bbf!sapnap tried to hide his crush on you from both you and dream but failed miserably with the latter.

"do you like yn?" clays voice sounded through nicks headphones. he furrowed his eyebrows as if to fake confusion although they couldnt see eachother.

"what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion completely lacing his voice.

"do you have a crush on my sister?" clay said more pointedly this time.

"what, no?" nick responded defensively. "why would i like her?"

"i dont know. you just seem... different around her," clay explained, the clicks of his mouse being heard after his voice.

bbf!sapnap who found it harder to hide and fight his feelings for you once he moved in with you two.

in turn, he started leaving the room when you would walk in. he would barely look at you when the three of you were in the room. and you felt your heart hurt more and more slowly as the weeks went on this way.

bbf!sapnap who had to tell you how he felt about you after you mentioned someone asking you out.

"did you say yes?" he asked a little too quickly for his own liking.

"i mean, yea, why not?" you shrug, moving through the kitchen.

"is he...a good guy?" clay asked you from next to nick on the couch. from your angle, it looked almost comical the way they were both turned to look at you. confused expressions heavy on both of their faces.

"i dont know clay," you say with a scoff. "i just met him today."

clay got up and walked over to you, "okay, well... dont die?" he said unsure. you rolled your eyes up at him and crossed your arms. he nudged your shoulder as he went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

"thank you, really. great advice, clay," you say sarcastically as he rounds the kitchen island to the stairs.

"anytime! night!" he calls out as he walks up the stairs. leaving you and nick alone.

you sighed, waiting for him to get up and follow his friend up the stairs. you didnt expect him to stay where he was, watching you from the couch.

"what...?" you ask, looking behind you as if it wasnt you he was looking at.

"so you're going on a date?" he says mainly to himself. "when?"

you let out a deep exhale as you think for a moment, "im not sure yet. he's yet to tell me. told me he would text me when he had a gap in his schedule," you said, trying your best to not make the conversation more awkward than it already was.

"hmm," nick hummed as if in deep thought. he looked down at the white tiled floors. you pursed your lips and glanced at the stairs.

"well, i think im gonna call it a night..." you trail off, hesitantly heading towards the stairs, waiting for him to make some comment or attempt to keep the conversation going.

when he didnt, you continued on your way, beginning you mental spiral on why he was acting this way with you.

"wait, yn," he called out just as you were about to place your foot down on the first step. you looked over at him, confused. "i need to tell you something."

his heart was pounding in his chest, unsure of how to proceed. you felt like you were going to be standing there the whole night with the way he wasn't speaking. and that idea alone made your stomach twist and flutter.

"what is it?" you ask with an awkward laugh.

he took a deep breath, running his hand over his face. the longer you stood there, the more anticipation filled you. the awkward smile on your face falling and slowly replaced with something more serious.

"nick?"

"i like you."

bbf!sapnap who tries to not make it obvious how suddenly he's not ignoring you or avoiding you anymore.

but he cant now that your two are dating. its too hard to not smile at you when you walk into the room or want to sit right next to you when the three of you were sitting around.

bbf!sapnap who sneaks you a few kisses when dream isnt in the room.

"nick!" you whisper shout as you pull away from his kiss. "he literally just walked out of the room, relax"

"but i wanted a kiss," he pouted, leaning in for another. you squirmed and pushed him, looking at him like he was crazy.

brother!dream who knows you two are dating but just waits to see how long you guys can keep this all up. he finds it amusing and annoying but he would rather wait for you guys to tell him on your own time.

when you do tell him, he doesnt even bother to act suprised. he just shrugs and laughs at you with a "you guys are idiots."

brother!dream who later has to sit down and talk to sapnap about dating you.

"dont do extra shit around me. like weird and kissy," clay says with a disgusted face almost as if the idea alone was repulsive. "and please dont have sex while im home."

"what-" nick cuts himself off with an embarrassed laugh.

"im serious. if you do, i dont want to hear that shit."

brother!george

bbf!sapnap who knew of you and spoke to you a few times. the first time he spoke to you in person was when he came to visit george. He had seen you in pictures and an occasional off chance FaceTime call where you're in the background and waved across the room.

when he sees you for the first time, in person, it throws him off guard how different you look. in the few pictures he had seen of you, he hadn't realized they were from years past. you had obviously gotten older and he realized you were his age. not sixteen.

bbf!sapnap who can't stop staring at you when you're having lunch with him and george. everytime you laugh or make a joke, he feels like his heart does a little happy dance.

bbf!sapnap who asks for you number on a night you two are getting to know eachother more.

"hey, whats your number?" he asked, trying to seem nonchalant. you smiled at him suspiciously.

"why?" you asked in response trying not to sound as smug as you felt.

"for...emergency reasons," he said, realizing how much it sounded like bullshit. even to himself.

"right..."

bbf!sapnap who cant help but talk about how he finds you attractive on stream with george.

"yea guys, i met yn too," he says, glancing at george. "you never told me how hot your sister was, george."

george looks at nick with a disgusted face, "what are you talking about?"

nick shrugged and read a chat, changing the subject as george looked at the camera with a grossed out face.

bbf!sapnap who starts talking to you when he gets back to florida without george knowing. the only clues he gives are talking about how he finds you attractive.

when you two start dating, you start to feel bad for lying to olderbrother!george about it. so you ask him hypotheticals and drop small hints here and there.

"would it be weird if i thought sapnap was cute..." you ask him nervously. george looks up from his phone and furrowed his eyebrows.

"...do you...?" he asks slowly, eyeing you weirdly.

you shrug, trying to be nonchalant despite the type of question, "He's not terrible looking... i guess."

he rolls his eyes, "just dont start dating. then it would be weird."

you stare blankly at your phone, as you chuckle humourlessly at the irony.

bbf!sapnap who has to ask dream about what to tell george.

"wait, nick, you guys are dating?" clay asks incredulously. "and this was after george talked in detail about how much he hated the idea of you two together?"

"before, actually," he said, crossing his arms.

"that doesnt make a difference, actually," clay says with a scoff. then he rubs his hand over his face and sighs. "just tell him. worst that can happen is he gets mad and gets over it eventually."

"well, i dont want him to get mad at us," nick said, stress laced in his voice.

"well, you'll have to tell him at some point."

after a week or two, you decided to tell olderbrother!george yourself.

"hey, george, i have something to tell you," you say, trying masking your fear.

"mhm," he hums simply, looking down at his phone. you close your eyes for a second as you took a deep breath. george looks up at you waiting for to speak. "what is it?"

"nick and i are dating..." he looked at you blankly, looking over your face.

"what?" he asks, hoping he just heard you wrong.

"we're dating..." you say. waiting for him to freak out on you.

"okay?" he says dumbly. you laugh awkwardly, confusion clear on your face. "i was kind of expecting it."

yea georges was kinda garbage. specifically the ending. but i kinda wanted to post this. and i guess it wasnt really them hiding it, but more so just them hiding their attraction? so my bad.

i think i just need to actually doing what the asks ask me 😭😭 i hope you enjoyed anyway... -nony

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap x y/n #dteam #brother!dream #brother!george #dream fluff #george fluff #angst? #dteam angst? #moody george #moody dream

[darthstitch]

brooklyn and camelot thinky thoughts

oft-goes-awry

See, now I want there to be time travel and Bucky and Steeb go back to then, and OH GOD NO.  Arthur’s BBFs and Bucky need so much booze.  SO MUCH

There is not enough booze in the world for this.  Like after the inevitable brawl that somehow includes Kung Fu George and his lads, Steve and Arthur become fast friends and they pretty much riff of each other when it comes to coming up with Plans to Fuck Shit Up.

Bucky and Sir Bevedere are like:  NOPE.  THERE IS NOT ENOUGH BOOZE IN LONDON FOR THIS. No, wait - THERE IS NOT ENOUGH BOOZE IN THE WORLD.  

Someone also commented about Goosefat Bill the Sniper Archer dude and the problem is that I cannot UNSEE LITTLEFINGER and Game of Thrones shenanigans so….. I really can’t parallel him with Bucky, other than the whole sniper thing.  

Also, if time travelling is involved, Bucky somehow manages to lug along Tallullah, his absolute favorite Fuck Off Sniper Rifle and yay things explode!

#king arthur #steve rogers #captain america #attack of the killer plot bunnies

[gegettethelibrarian]

Qu’est-ce que tu lis pour les vacances ? édition 2019 (partie 2)

On peut dire que cette année, j’ai légèrement exagéré au niveau de mes emprunts à la bibliothèque …

Ce qui est barré est déjà lu

Fiction: - Meurtre dans un jardin indien / Vikas Swarup (bon suspense et vraie critique de l’Inde) - Black dog : les rêves de Paul Nash / Dave McKean - Une maison parmi les arbres / Julia Glass - L'homme qui marchait sur la lune / Howard McCord - Darkest minds : rébellion / Alexandra Bracken - Darkest minds : Le chemin de la vérité / Alexandra Bracken - Darkest minds : dénouement / Alexandra Bracken - Magies secrètes (une enquête de Georges Hercule Bélisaire) / Hervé Jubert - Le tournoi des ombres (une enquête de Georges Hercule Bélisaire) / Hervé Jubert - La nuit des égrégores (une enquête de Georges Hercule Bélisaire) / Hervé Jubert - Le singe pèlerin ou le pèlerinage d'Occident / Wou Tch'eng-en (en cours) - Le chevalier / Gene Wolfe - Le magicien / Gene Wolfe - L'enfant volé / Ian McEwan - Les vies de papier / Rabih Alameddine (magnifique, je recommande) - Les rêveurs / Isabelle Carré - La pâtissière de Long Island / Sylvia Lott (un roman feel good et une recette de cheesecake à la clé !) - La bibliothèque / Jean Libis (une histoire rocambolesque mais on s’ennuie parfois un peu) - Les yeux bandés / Siri Hustvedt - Le pacte / Jennifer Sturman (un roman policier et une histoire d’amour, c’est un Harlequin nouvelle génération pas mal écrit) - Les princes d'Ambre (cycle 1) / Roger Zelazny - Les princes d'Ambre (cycle 2) / Roger Zelazny - Chocolat / Joanne Harris (en anglais) - Nous avons toujours vécu au château / Shirley Jackson (ce récit met mal à l’aise. Ce n’est pas aussi glaçant que La loterie mais tout de même, il y a un peu de ça dans l’ambiance de ce village) - Chocolat amer / Laura Esquivel (on va qualifier ce roman comme appartenant au réalisme magique mais c’est mieux pour moi que Cent ans de solitude)

Non-fiction / essais:

- L'allemand autrement : petite méthode pour tous. Apprendre et réviser/ Wolfgang Hammel. (J'ai commencé le cours Duolingo dans cette langue mais ça ne me suffit pas pour comprendre certains éléments de structuration des phrases)

- Code des gens honnêtes ou l'art de ne pas être dupe des fripons

/ Honoré de Balzac (en cours)

- La magie du rangement / Marie Kondo (en cours)

- Informer n'est pas communiquer / Dominique Wolton (en cours)

- Objectif mémoire / Hélène Weber

- La fabuleuse histoire des légumes / Evelyne Bloch-Dano

(très belles anecdotes sur les légumes, leur introduction, leurs vertus... Vous pouvez zapper ou lire en diagonale l’introduction pompeuse de Michel Onfray, Evelyne Bloch-Dano est plus intéressante à lire)

- Imparfaits, libres et heureux : pratiques de l'estime de soi / Christophe André

- Bien dans sa voix, bien avec soi / Noëlla Finzi

- La frondeuse

/ Elizabeth Coquart

- Vu, lu, su : les architectes de l'information face à l'oligopole du Web / Jean-Michel Salaün

- Mémento du bibliothécaire(4e éd.) / ABF

- Le métier de bibliothécaire / ABF

-Être bibliothécaire / Claude Poissenot, Sabine Noël (bonne première introduction aux métiers de bibliothèques et documentation, avec un panorama des bibliothèques, des témoignages, des chiffres, etc...)

- Le QCM des bibliothèques / Alain Patez

- Préparer le concours de bibliothécaire assistant spécialisé (BibAS) de classe supérieure / Anne Le Foll, Alain Patez

- Bibliothèques troisième lieu / ABF

- Des tweets et des likes en bibliothèque

- Informatiser la gestion de sa bibliothèque

-Cinquante de numérique en bibliothèque / Yves Desrichard

- Communs du savoir et bibliothèques

- La lettre de l'OCIM n° 183 : “exposer” les sujets sensibles

- BBF n°17-18 : Habiter la bibliothèque (en cours)

- 1001 livres qu'il faut avoir lus dans sa vie (j’ai commencé à recopier cette liste et compte la poster en 4 fois sur Tumblr quand ce sera fait)

Premier bilan après presque un mois : 19 livres lus, y compris des livres qui ne sont pas de la fiction, pas si mal !

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Battling Badgers fall at final hurdle

Battling Badgers fall at final hurdle

Bristol Badgers battled to the final pitch but couldn’t overcome the Bournemouth Bears, eventually going down 17-12 in the final of the BBF AA National Championship.

The two teams traded runs throughout but the Bears scored heavily in the fifth and seventh innings.

Those 13 runs were just too many for the Bristol side to pull back, despite crossing the plate four times in the last four innings.

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