#i’ll just be throwing a piece at everyone that played basically

[titsthedamnseason]

am i really going to have to tag hordes of people next saturday when she sings high infidelity because everyone guessed it correctly

#taylor do me a favor and just skip it 🤣 #tempted to say ‘high infidelity doesn’t count’ because it’s such a given but like…. #I CANT DO THAT #taylor swift #mine #surprise song game #i’m embarrassed that this is going to be MY first win #announcing the winners is going to feel like cady breaking the crown at the end of mean girls #i’ll just be throwing a piece at everyone that played basically

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Press Play - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales & f!reader

Warnings: Sharing of insecurities, blink and you miss it possessive Frankie. Truly this is just a boat load of fluff.

Word Count: 1k

Prompt #62 : Caressing your lover’s cheek

a/n: Not SPECIFICALLY saying that the show mentioned in this is TLOU, but if I happen to reference a highly anticipated show premiering at 9PM with an unnamed actor on the same day that TLOU premieres, then it's just COINCIDENCE. Mostly though this is just a self indulgent piece because I am lucky enough to have friends that put up with my shit but I still question it all the time and I'm so glad I found this community that is equally obsessed and where everything goes. I love y'all. Happy TLOU Day!

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You’ve spent two years waiting for this day. 

When it had initially been announced that your all time favorite actor would be headlining one of the most anticipated shows of the year, you’d been excited. When the first pictures from the set appeared, just pixels really, your excitement had grown to a frenzy. And now? As you scrolled again through Twitter looking at the red carpet interviews and press releases and the first of the reviews as you waited for the premiere itself? Near hysteria.

You’re sitting on the couch, snuggled beneath the blanket, your filled water bottle and a bag of peanut butter M&Ms sitting on the table in front of you. A specifically purchased box of tissues sits next to them - Puffs, without lotion because no one wants lotion in their eyes when they’re already crying. The apartment smells like popcorn, and when Frankie appears a moment later, bowl in hand, he’s quick to settle in next to you, pulling the blanket over both of your laps. 

“Are you ready?” he asks playfully, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You lean into his embrace instinctively, nerves rolling through your belly. It’s a weird mix - anticipation and nervousness because what if it isn’t as good as you hoped.

You check your phone again, just to make sure it isn’t time yet. Five minutes. “I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be ready for this,” you laugh lightly, “but I’m sure everyone else is ready for me to stop talking about it."

Frankie’s head tilts slightly in confusion, eyebrows furrowing as you turn away from him. You queue up the appropriate streaming service in preparation, avoiding his gaze the same way you hope to avoid the conversation you know is now coming. With his free hand, he reaches to cup your cheek, caressing it as he encourages you to look at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know, it’s just…” you start, struggling to find the right way to answer his question. It’s always been painfully obvious to you that those around you are quick to be annoyed by your obsessions. It comes across as a bit manic, and to the average outsider who couldn’t care less about most of your hyperfixations, you know it can be a bit much. “Sometimes I just feel like I bombard people with constant chatter about things they probably don’t care about. Or I feel guilty because I’m basically forcing you to like the things I like without ever stopping to ask if you actually want to watch the things I do.” 

You throw your arms against your lap in frustration as if to emphasize your point. The show hasn’t even started yet and you can feel the tears forming in your eyes, a fact that Frankie doesn’t miss as he runs his thumb over your cheekbone to catch them as they fall.

“Querida,” he starts, voice gentle and soothing, “you know I’m not picky about what we watch, and you do not bombard people any more than they bombard you.”

You choke on a sob as you try to respond, “yeah, but no one really cares.” Your brain reminds you that time is still ticking, and you cough as you reach for your phone, checking the time again only for it to remind you that there’s still three minutes left. “Everyone just thinks I’m ridiculous.” 

Suddenly Frankie is holding your face with both of his hands. “You are not ridiculous,” he states sternly, and you’re looking at him now, your eyes locked on his at the seriousness of his voice. “Seeing you light up about something you’re excited about is the most beautiful thing on this planet, and if others can’t appreciate that then fuck them. And I don’t care what it is you’re excited about, even if it’s not something I understand or would ever watch on my own, because all I care about is that you’re happy. Hell, you listen to me talk about flying all day long and you never complain.” 

You shake as your breath leaves your body in quick huffs, and you reach up to hold your hands over his, keeping them firmly locked in place as you lean your head into one of them. “That's different," you insist. "You literally fly helicopters and that’s fucking amazing. This is just a dumb show that happens to star an actor I really like.”

“It is not a dumb show,” he repeats back to you with emphasis. “It’s the biggest fucking show of the year!” That gets you to laugh, and you turn your head slightly to press a kiss to the pad of his thumb. “Sweetheart, believe me when I tell you that I always want you to share your passions with me, because if others can’t appreciate them the way I do, then that’s their loss. So let me ask you again. Are you ready for this?” 

A smile forms on your lips as the excitement takes over in your mind once more, “I’m ready.” 

“Good, because there’s only a minute left.” A glance at the clock on the wall confirms his statement, and he presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling you against him, settling you so your back is against his firm chest, arms wrapping around your waist. His head rests on your shoulder as you pick up the remote, eager to press play the second the clock strikes nine. 

“And you promise you’re not jealous of my obvious infatuation with a certain actor?” you ask as the last seconds tick down.

His lips ghost behind your ear as he whispers his response. “Never, because only I get to hold you like this. And later?” he continues, tone becoming more possessive, “I’m going to carry you into our bedroom and my name will be the only one on your lips.” It’s a promise you know he’ll keep, and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought. “Now, you’d better hit play before I do it for you, because I can’t wait for this fucking show.”

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #kissing you #just more fluff honestly #tlou if you squint #lurking and writing

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Why we think Snow Maiden is an aro(ace) icon

First of all, we want to note that this is our personal opinion only. Feel free to share your thoughts!

(help with the image ID would be very appreciated, we’re too afraid that we’ll do something wrong)

Hello aspec tumblr! Let’s start from afar. Snow Maiden (”Snegurochka” in original) is a character in russian folklore, fairytales and New Year holiday tradition. But I'm mainly going to focus on the folklore-inspired play by Alexander Ostrovsky "The Snow Maiden: a Spring Fairytale". Because, you see, this is the BIG one. The main reason why we think Snow Maiden is an aro (and ace) icon. It most likely wasn't a 19th century author's intention, but this is simply how we, a couple of aroaces, see it. And it's basically "Amatonormativity sucks: the play". The english-speaking part of the Internet is likely unfamiliar with this piece of literature, and we couldn’t find any decent translations online, so we’re here to tell you all about it!

P.S. The reason we write "aro(ace)" is because we focus on the aromantic identity, since adult funtime (the s word) wasn't really discussed or common in the russian literature at the time (but it was implied). 

Basically the plot: A mythical pretty girl who doesn't feel love goes to live with humans, gets amatonormatovity thrown in her face left and right, loses a couple of friends because of it, gets blamed for stuff out of her control, is sad because of all this and asks her mother to give her the ability to love, falls in love for like five minutes and dies because of said ability.

Now we know that Snow Maiden being not really human is a turn-off, but a) her parents are mythical too, and they do fall in love; b) aren't aspec people magical anyway?

Of course, we could add more details. Like how the supreme deity of the local people is Yarilo, who is not only the god of the sun here, but also the god of love, apparently. Love is protected by the king - basically by law. And love (or the lack of it) is the center of the plot, so potential aromanticism is as well, not on the sidelines. Aslo, Snow Maiden isn't depicted as an emotionless monster. She is very much a person, just without romantic feelings. The girl wanted to live with humans because she wanted to have fun with them and to hear Lel' sing. Lel' is a local pastor who charms girls with his songs and music. But even this casanova can't get Snow Maiden romantically interested.

Lel': I take payment for my songs in kind words~ Snow Maiden: But that's a lowly payment - I'm kind with everyone.  Lel': Well, I also take payment in kisses~ Snow Maiden: ??? That's incredibly cheap and unfair to you, what. I won't kiss you. Lel': Uh... Then pick a flower and give it to me. Snow Maiden: What for?  Lel': I'll wear it, and I'll gloat that it was your gift.

Aaand then he just runs off to other girls, who are "more compliant to kisses", throwing Snow Maiden's flower on the ground. "Why would I need your withered flower?". This makes our girl very sad. It's not the first time this happened to her. All the village guys surrounded her at first, but as soon as they understood that their efforts are going nowhere, they left her all alone.

The reason falling in love is such a danger to Snow Maiden is because the supreme deity of the locals hates her dad and/or is jealous of her mom. The ability to love that Snow Maiden was granted with looks like a flower crown - not inside of her, not a part of her, but an addition, an accessory. That's just our little note, but whatever.

As you can see, we have a lot to say about this topic, and even more, but we’re afraid that nobody’s going to read a post that long. In any case, it's not a perfect aspec story, as it most likely wasn’t intended to be one, but we believe we aros and aces should reclaim it and read it with our experiences in mind. In fact, we want to make a rewrite in the future with the focus on aromanticism (and some asexuality - I'm too repulsed to write much about it).

Anyway, this is taking long already, but we hope we interested you! We’ll continue writing about this and put links to future posts right here. Or you could follow the “aro(ace) Snow Maiden” tag, if this can be done. These posts will be much shorter, but we just don’t want to make this one any longer.

Other posts:

Snow Maiden’s Aspec Experiences

So What’s the (Ace)? (TBA)

Not Perfect, But Reclaimable? (TBA)

The Alloro Understanding and How It Makes Us Question Reality

Some Epic Aro Quotes

Are All Snow Maidens Aro-Coded? (TBA)

#aro(ace) Snow Maiden #Snow Maiden #classic russian literature #Снегурочка #aromantic #asexual #aro #ace #aroace #aspec #Look at us. Being brave and posting aro and ace stuff on main. #Snegurochka #arospec #aromantic spectrum

[justidiothings]

Example of (grossness)

I need to get this off my chest and forget it’s existence rant

Someone recommended "Mushoku Tensei" as the best isekai anime, Now i’m not familiar with the isekai genre, with that being said i found out it’s basically fantasy, and after seeing how people was praising, and recommending it to almost everyone I decided to give it a try.

What I expected? a fantasy show with an amazing plot, animation with how praise the series was getting.

First episode comes in, and i’m already feeling disgusted and uneasy, after all he’s a 30 something old in a child’s body, and i’ve seen many of fans say how it’s okay because he’s a child, well news flash, a person with a child's body but mentally an adult lusting after children is still pretty disgusting.

First episode, he’s already sexualizing breastfeeding a baby, and all the woman around him. His mother, the maid, the teacher who i remember right is described by him “body of a middle school girl who is still at the beginning of her puberty..” they’re all seen as sex objects, he continues lusting after them, stealing and sniffing their underwear, and the adults around him just dismiss it.. as normal behavior of a toddler… it would’ve been [just] a bit better IF the parents here played a role, and oh i don’t know, educate him, and teach him manners??

I was shocked, and had to briefly wonder if i’m watching the wrong “show”, after checking comments i see people saying he’s going to get better, and that he’s supposed to be a disgusting piece of shit, it’s a redemption story so i continued watching it for one more episode or two, i don’t remember. All I know is I dropped it because again I literally couldn’t enjoy this show without feeling disgust and uncomfort, and it made me want to give up on anime entirely especially when everyone and their fucking grandma had the same take “I know he is a child…”, i thought there’d be more people saying how it’s fucking disgusting, except

people were defending it, people were fucking defending it, saw someone brought up how the Mc is a pedophile after doing some research (which i regret not doing before watching it.) and people was defending it, saying it’s not a pedophile because the the MC ( barely remember that pos name) is a kid, and i’m just baffled because??? the fact that people are defending it and praising it proves that their standards are rock bottoms, literally any normal person would dump it for how vile and disgusting it is, yet somehow people are praising it and defending it???

(i want those minutes i’ve wasted watching this disgusting show, and whoever recommended me this show, and mentioned how it was the best “isekai” ever, fuck you. that includes those people that kept saying how he was going to get better, after reading the wiki, episode summaries he’s still a fucking piece of shit.)

Whoever defends the series by saying “The main character in mushoku tensei isn't supposed to be a good person at the start of the anime…..” he still remains a piece of shit and from what i’ve heard, and read he gets worser, or those people that says they just learn to accept Mc’s behavior,

Quite frankly, I find it disgusting how [anime community] is willing to throw away morals just for a [average] show, Literally enabling the pedophilia stigma in [anime].

No one has a problem with you [liking] it, though i’d judge if you do because well.., but don’t pretend the MC stops being a fucking pedo, and don’t be angry and insult people when they find him disgusting, because he is disgusting, and no he didn’t stop being a pedo, if anything he got worse, and no him getting bullied doesn’t justify his disgusting actions, and i’m sick, quite literally sick, because if i see another “he’s not actually 30 something old, he’s actually a teen because his-“ i’ll scream,

they’re that desperate to defend their shitty show that they’re using the the kind of rhetoric that child predators use to justify sleeping with children,

to summarize the show is basically "How I went from jerking off to kids to having sex with kids in a new world", and this series is a disgusting shit, and everybody defending it is disgusting shit. The author is disgusting shit too.

i’ll never watch [isekai] anime because apparently that’s the “normal” standard, and anyone who can sit down and defend it needs to be checked, and locked away.

Oh, and the classic excuses they use to defend is :

“There's nothing wrong with him having [sex] with children, he's a child himself now!"

“In their culture it’s completely normal, her being (insert age) makes her an adult.”

“He stopped mentally aging because he was holed up in his room all the time!”

“This is how lonely people act and it’s society fault.” yes, someone actually said this…

#mushoku tensei #anti Mushoku tensei #rant post #mini rant #anime rant #don’t come for me #or do i don't care #some people disgust me #i needed to get this off my chest #and rinse my brain and move on

[kpopjust4u]

Something about you.

Post Date: 22nd May 2022 Content: Fluff - ATEEZ Wooyoung x Reader WC: 1775 TW?: Tooth rotting stuff... please he’s so cute Request?: Yes

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Prompt list: 32 - “What did you just say?” 54 - “You look amazing” 141 - “I tried to play it cool”

“Psst... Y/N... PSST” Wooyoung pokes your back from his desk behind you, you snap your head to turn around at your classclown classmate, “What?” you try to reply in a calm manner. He’s already annoyed you enough with the constant giggling and jokes he’s made to the teacher, you were losing all sanity but you’ve known him since you were children. You weren’t close by any means but he’s that friend who you grow up in school with and now you’re in your last year of college together, you were ready to leave his antics behind.

With a grin on his face, he tries to stuffle laughter as he pushes his book across the desk, “Do my work for me? I don’t know the answer~” he whines playfully, as you roll your eyes, writing down the answers on a spare piece of paper, scrumpling it up into a ball then throwing it at his head. You can hear his little giggle under his breath as he sighs, unravelling the paper, “Thank you, best friend~” he whispers in a singing tone. You couldn’t wait to get out of class, to have piece when you get home but that was a short-lived hope and dream.

Music blasts from your earphones fills your ears as you enjoy your own space, walking out of the school and into the main street, ready for the afternoon to be spent by yourself, but as you get ready to cross the lights, you feel a tap on your shoulder. By no suprise, you come face-to-face with Wooyoung again, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, trying to look cool, as he stands there sassily, a leg out, grinning at you. “What do you want?” you scoff, not wanting to pause your music and take a earphone out, but you’re too polite not to. 

He shrugs, grin basically plastered on his face, though when you attempt to walk away, he runs in front of you, blocking your pathway as he steps to either side to stop you walking away from him. “What?” he bite, but regret it when his smile turns into a small lip curl, “I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out?” he says softly, you want to shake your head and tell him no but he’s now standing there pouting like a little baby. “Sure, what time do you want to meet up later?” you say, caving into him. When he was cute and soft like this, you couldn’t resist him. His grin returns as he excitedly squeals, “7pm, please? I’ll meet you here!” within seconds, he’s running home, excitedly screaming on his way.

- Time Skip - 

Wooyoung stands there anxiously outside the school. He acts so confident in front of everyone but when he’s alone, he’s awkward and shy. He’s so scared that he’s going to ruin the evening by doing something he can’t take back. It was just going ot be the both of you and he can’t help but fall over heels for you everytime he sees you. He wanted to ask you out for months, but he can’t even think about asking you without being weird and try make a joke about something else.

He’s in the middle of daydreaming when you show up, tapping him lightly to wake him up, “Earth to Woo~” you tease, as he jumps, a little scoff leaving his mouth, “Don’t scare me like that” he whines. You couldn’t help but laugh at him which he totally took offence to, folding his arms and walks away, making you follow him. “Woo, don’t be like that you silly goose” you tease even more, recieving a side eye and pout, which instantly turned into a smirk, he couldn’t help himself one bit. You were irristable to him. He comes to a stop to let you catch up to him before putting an arm around you, over your shoulders. You gave him a stupid look, rolling your shoulders so he would remove his arm, then tries to use your hands to push him off but he just pulled you in tighter. You gave up, realising that it was either his way or you wouldn’t hear the end of it, of you “being mean to him”. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks all of a sudden, you instantly take the hint that he was going to get food whether you wanted to or not, “Sure, I could eat,” you reply as his signature grin plasters his face once again. 

It took long enough for you to decide where to go to eat, since you spent a good 20 minutes arguing what food was better than what. He teased you for anything you said that he didn’t agree with. Luckily you found somewhere where you both could eat happily as he attempts to be a gentleman, pulling out a chair for you to sit on but couldn’t resist the urge to sit the seat himself. “What?” he asks innocently, as you rolls your eyes at him, “Nothing, just order me food, will you?” you said, half jokingly. He mockingly laughed as he pushes his phone to you, letting you write your order in on his notes. 

A small smile appears on his face when he sees your order, with your name next to it, ‘Y/N’s order <3′. He couldn’t help but huff happily, getting up to order your food. Whilst he was distracted you took his seat, as you patiently waited for him to return. The time it took for his to do so, it had you thinking about why he invited you out specifically, what did it mean? And why were you actually enjoying company, were you realising that you may have a crush on him? This left you puzzled. 

“How dare you!” you heard him moan playfully behind you, as you broke into laughter, turning around to grab your food off him, put he pulls it away quickly before you could grab it. Now you were the one pouting at him, and he found himself out-played by his own trick. How could he not give in, your pout was too cute for him to even contain himself, “Fine, only because you look amazing, and cute~” he lets out, eyes widening at the realisation he actually said that out loud, audibly panicking. “What did you just say?” you scoff, almost choking on your drink, wide eyed at him as he sits down, trying to ignore eye-contact with you and trying to change the subject, “I hope you like what you’ve ordered!” he sings, but you grab his hand unintentionally, “Woo, it’s okay, what did you say?” you asked him to repeat as a bright red blush appears on his cheeks. 

Though he shakes his head, “I said you smell~” he replies, internally screaming at his himself. You decide to leave it there, not wanting to pry, but you heard him clear as day, but you wanted to hear it again. Something in what he said and the way he said it gave you butterflies. You struggled to eat your food whilst it ran through your head, making you turn red yourself. 

- Time Skip - 

After eating, you decide it was best to let Wooyoung walk you home, you knew you’d have no choice or say anyway so it was best just to say yes to him. Plus you wanted to spend that little extra time you had with him alone. As your feet away from your house, you let curiousity get the best of you as you had to ask him, “What was earlier about, Woo?”, his eyes widen at the question as he laughs, shrugging his shoulders, playing it off as nothing.

“Woo please?”, you beg, as he sighs, rolling his eyes playfully as he knew if he didn’t you’d pout and he will not let you out-pout him again, “I have a crush on you... okay? That’s why I always bug you in class, and maybe why I tried to play it cool today. I can’t stop thinking about you!” he said so fast that you struggled to keep him, only so he could get it out without having to hear himself confess longer than he needed to. 

Though you managed to catch onto what he said, standing there with your cheeks redder than the lipstick you could’ve put on today. You weren’t sure how to respond, you weren’t sure how you felt yourself but you knew that the way he talks to you about how he feels, became addictive. “Say that again please?” you ask sweetly, giving him the big eyes. He scoffs, not believing that you’re actually asking him to repeat himself, “Why~” he whines in a bratty way, getting all embarrassed. “Because I like hearing you tell me how you feel, because I think I feel the same”.

There was a moment of silence as he tries to process what you said, his mouth went from being onto the floor into the biggesr toothy, smirk you’ve ever seen in your life, and his eyes light up. “Woo? Are you-” you try to ask if he was okay, but you get interrupted by his soft lips crashing onto yours. You freeze for a second before melting into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as you pull him closer to you, his arms wrapped around your waist before breaking away from the kiss. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he tried to apologise, but you put a finger to his lips, shutting him up, “Shut it, I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” you ask, pulling away from him to walk towards your door. Already additcted to your touch, he tries to pull you back, pouting and whining softly, managing to get hold of your hand. “Yes, but one more kiss. Please~” he cries, like a child asking their parents for more sweets. 

With the amount of times you’ve rolled your eyes at this boy today, you’re suprised you’ve still got eyes in your head. Trying not to cave into him, you avoid eye-contact but his hand cupping your cheek made you instantly look at him, giving him a little smile before giving him the quickest peck possible, before running into the doorway of your house, “I’ll see you tomorrow” you shout, closing the door behind you as he pulls a tantrum in his spot before excitedly scrunching his nose, “Yes! I got the girl!” he loudly whispers, pulling a first in towards his side before making his way back to his flat to tell his friends all about how he got the girl. They’ll never hear the end of it. 

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[theowritesstuff]

Head Over Heels

Book 2 - Chapter Three: The Pollywog

Steve Harrington x gn!reader (eventually)

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A/N: I am a Billy-anti. Just wanna make that clear. Also, sorry this one’s short, there wasn’t much Steve in this episode.

Summary: You experience the aftermath of Steve and Nancy’s fight, and catch the eye of someone on the basketball team.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, Billy

When you walked out to your car to drive to school the next morning, you could see Nancy standing outside of her house. She looked down the street, her eyes searching for Steve’s car.

“Hey, Nancy, need a ride?” You called out to her.

She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m sure Steve’s just running late.”

You debated asking her is she had any memory of the previous night, getting drunk, fighting with Steve, then driving home with Jonathan.

“Are you sure Nancy?”

“I’m alright. Thanks Y/n.” She nods.

You sigh, then get in your car and drive to school. When you get there, you see the familiar maroon BMW parked in it’s usual spot.

“Shit.” You sigh.

You walk through the halls, searching for Jonathan or Steve, hoping that one of them had actually picked up Nancy and drove her to school.

You can’t seem to find Jonathan anywhere, he did have a tendency to make himself as invisible as possible while at school. You spot Steve at his locker though, without Nancy.

“Hey, did you pick Nancy up.” You ask him.

He scoffs. “I figured she’d get a ride from Jonathan.”

He starts to walk down the hall towards his first class. You speed walk trying to catch up with him.

“You should’ve told me you weren’t picking her up. I could’ve driven her.”

Steve doesn’t say anything.

“She was waiting for you, you know. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t remember anything about last night.”

“Really? Because it was pretty memorable.”

“Steve, she was basically blacked out. At least try to talk to her about it, okay? You’re both gonna be happier if you do.”

Steve sighs. “Fine. I’ll talk to her later.”

Steve leaves you in the hall, walking in the direction of his first class. You don’t see him again until it’s time for Chemistry class. He still seems on edge, not making actual conversation like usual.

You try to ask him if he’s gotten a chance to talk to Nancy yet, to which he just rolls his eyes. You hadn’t seen her yet either, wondering if she’d even come to school.

Steve asks you to help him with the homework for the night. You agree, hoping to get him to ease up a little after last night. Steve’s got basketball practice, but tells you that you can just hang out in the bleachers while you wait for him. Apparently the player’s constantly have their significant others hanging out at practice, so it’s no big deal.

You enter the gym with Steve, who stops to talk to the coach, explaining why you’re here, then goes to the locker room to get changed. You walk up the steps of the bleachers, and pull out your chemistry notebook and the homework. You figured you might as well get a head start on it if you were going to have to help Steve work through it.

All the guys start to appear on the court again, half in their gym clothes, and others only in their gym shorts. Steve had been wearing both pieces of clothing, which you silently thank god for, but you happen to notice the guy from the other day. The blonde one, who seemed to catch everyone’s attention in the parking lot.

The guys all do their stretches, then start to play. You occasionally glance up from your notes to see the game. Each time you look up, the guys have gotten just a little more sweaty, you can see Steve’s grey shirt start to darken, and his hair start to look a little wet.

You’ve been there for about half an hour when you look up and see Steve with the ball. The guy from the parking lot is practically on top of him, saying something you can’t hear, then steals the ball, knocking Steve to the ground. He runs to the opposite side of the court, then throws the ball up from under his leg. It falls into the net gracefully, causing the skins team to cheer.

He catches your eye as you stare at the court. He grins at you, then winks. Steve watches the small interaction, and feels a pull in his stomach.

“Steve!”

Nancy stands at the door to the gym, a frown on her face. Steve sighs, then follows her outside.

You turn back to your work, but your attention is quickly pulled away.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Billy.” The blonde man stands in front of you.

You have to look up to meet his eye level, you’re sitting down, but he’s still only a row below you.

“I’m Y/n.” You tell him.

“Y/n.” He repeats, smirking at you.

His confidence is radiating off of him, like he’s used to attention. He keeps his voice soft, not trying to scare you away, but there’s just something about him that’s off.

The coach blows his whistle when Steve comes back in. Billy slowly reaches out, and takes your pen from you. He scribbles something on the corner of your notebook, then hands you your pen.

“If you get bored with King Steve, give me a call.” He winks at you again, then walks back down to the court.

After practice the guys all go back to the locker room to shower, then come back out, one by one. Steve’s hair is still a little wet, flopping down in his face. He’s wearing his clothes from earlier again.

He nods at you when he comes back out, ready to go to the library with you.

“So you do that everyday, or…?” You ask.

“No, just a couple times a week.” He answers. His mood hasn’t seemed to change since before practice.

“What happened with Nancy?” You ask softly.

Steve shakes his head, then looks down at his feet. “Nothing really. I told her what happened. She didn’t remember anything. And she…” he trails off.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You put your hand on his arm, attempting to give him some kind of comfort.

“She couldn’t tell me she loved me.” He shrugs.

It almost breaks your heart looking at him. He looks defeated, like he’s given up.

“Hey.”

He looks up at you.

“I know that it hurts, but it’ll get better.”

Steve scoffs and shakes his head.

You loop an arm through his, resting your hand on the inside of his bicep.

“Maybe Nancy Wheeler wasn’t the one for you, but trust me, there are plenty of other people who would kill for the chance to go out with Steve Harrington.”

Your hand slowly travels down his arm.

“And maybe you’ll find the one for you, in one of them.”

Your fingers brush against the palm of his hand. You can’t help but think of how easy it’d be to just intertwine his finger with yours, to hold his hand, and pull him closer.

You pull your hand away from his though, and continue walking down the hall. Little did you know a small part of Steve was thinking the same thing.

HOH Taglist: @nptnewr @rishlurh @scoobiessnacks @wisdomcrys @parker-natasha @missbunsworld @eddiemunsons-lover @lilyhw1

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things rewrite #steve harrington x reader #slow burn

[narrators-journal]

Sexual healing

I hope this has enough spanking in it, I’m never too sure how to make spanking HOT enough lol. I at least had a fun time writing it? I know it’s not particularly LOVING, but tbh I always got the vibe from Machi that she was a lesbian, so I mayyyy have made a colder bitch than Illumi lmao. Other than that, just another Ao3 ask!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Spanking, Hisoka gets pegged, handcuffs are included. I may not have focused on the prompt, but it is spicy regardless!

Feitan and Uvogin? Healed. Dinner? Had. The members of the phantom troupe? Accounted for, and in one piece. All around, Machi Komacine considered her night free to herself. After all, her usual thorns in the side were either drunkenly passed out, or dealt with after that day’s mission. Plus! Hisoka Morrow, the painted, colorful bastard, wasn’t included in this job! She was free of him and his mind games.

So, taking down her light pink hair from its usual fluffy ponytail, Machi slipped into her sleeping bag, letting out a content sigh when the blissful comfort of a mattress seemed to turn her bones into jelly. After so long af sleeping in abandoned buildings or stolen cars, the healer didn’t care about the creaky, cheap mattress. It was a mattress.

Yet, an early bedtime wasn’t in the cards. Judging from the sickly familiar pattern of knocks at her door. Grimacing, the healer rolled over so that her back was to the door. Firmly ignoring it, only for the bastard to sing, “Macha~ Be a dear and let me in~”

So, with a mix of a sigh and a groan, Machi unzipped her sleeping bag and basically threw herself from the cheap hotel bed to stomp over and rip the door nearly off the hinges. “What the fuck do you want, Morrow? Why are you even here?” She spat, sapphire eyes narrowing darkly as she glared into those snake-yellow, smug eyes staring down at her. “I missed you! So, I came to find you.” Was the sappy response Hisoka gave, batting his lashes at her, jesus christ she’d kill for lashes that thick, and playing sweet. But, the sugar made Machi’s stomach churn. “Fuck off.” she spat again, trying to slam the door in the clown’s face. However, he was quicker, and got his foot in the door before she could entirely shut him out. ”Oh come on, Machi! Let me in, I’ll make my visit quick.” He promised, unbothered by the woman throwing her weight into the door to try and force his foot out of the way. Until, finally, she gave another groan and just caved, going back to the bed to pack up her sleeping bag. And, when she turned around, sure enough, the tall psychopath had followed her in.

The silence of his movements brought a shudder, but the healer bottled it up, knowing that any sign of how much Hisoka scared her would draw out whatever game he wanted to play, or demand he had for her. So, she turned her attention to tying her long hair back into its usual style. “Alright. What do you need sewn up.” She said coolly, ignoring how close he was to trapping her between the bed and his well-muscled body as she walked over to her duffle bag to dig out the pin cushion she kept her needles in. Making a conscious choice to crouch down instead of bend when she did. “Nothing,” He hummed, his syrupy tone dropped in favor of a more bored one. A glance over her shoulder revealing that the clown had gone from flirtatious, to more casual. Which, only meant one thing. “God damn it, Hisoka. Don’t you have a boytoy or something?! Some poor bitch you’ve baby trapped?” She snapped, standing up to glare at him again, her hands on her hips like an annoyed mother. Yet, her harsh tone didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired man, barely getting him to lift his yellow eyes from some mystery stain on his outfit. “No, everyone else is so boring. And Illumi said that if I try to bargain for sex a second time, he’d put a needle in my urethra.” He sighed, pouting at her like he wanted her sympathy for that.

Which, Machi did show. After all, while the phantom troupe were a ballsy pack of villains, even they were scared of crossing the Zoldyck family. And, personally, Illumi Zoldyck was Machi’s personal nightmare. With bottomless, soulless pits for eyes, suffocating nen that he used for a terrifying ability, and such a clinical, almost robotic personality, Machi would sooner face the devil than that man.

Though, on some level, maybe the devil was a far more likely encounter than people normally had. After all, he currently sat on her bed, giving her puppy dog eyes.

So, with a long sigh, Machi pinched the bridge of her nose, gritting her teeth in pure annoyance. “Fine. But I’m gagging you.” She told the tall man, getting a thousand watt smile that would’ve been charming if it was from anyone else. But, that aside, the healer simply turned back to her dufflebag to fish out some handcuffs, ball gag, and a vibrantly purple strap on that she kept for a more desirable partner.

By the time she turned back to Hisoka, he was already naked. His vest and pants were torn off as if he was some bachelorette stripper rather than a murderous psycho, but she didn’t bother questioning his speed or skill with stripping down. “Get on the bed. Face down, and put your hands out like usual.” she ordered, watching the scarred man eagerly climb onto the cheap, creaky bed, his ass already in the air. Machi coming over to cuff his wrists together once he was in position. “Open.” she added, a little perturbed by how readily Hisoka opened his mouth to let her put the thick rubber ball in his mouth and secure it around his head. Or, maybe it was the glitter of lust sparkling in his yellow eyes, either way, she didn’t know how to feel.

Regardless of that, though, she just went about the usual steps of their ‘hook ups’, as Hisoka called these meetings. Strolling down to the foot of the bed to kick off her sleep shorts and pull on the base of her sex toy, ensuring the silicone dildo was secure before moving to stand behind him, staring down at the round rump eagerly awaiting whatever she was going to do.

It wasn’t a surprise that Hisoka was so horny for whatever sex he could get, but it still somewhat annoyed the healer that he was so okay with being pegged, and, even after her setting such a firm rule on that being her only form of sexual contact with him, him asking for it.

"You really need to find someone else to 'scratch your itch'." Machi huffed, slapping the homicidal clown's ass, knowing well enough that he couldn't answer through the gag she'd tied in his mouth. "Like a prostitute."

Despite her complaints, though, the woman gave another slap to Hisoka's ass. At least enjoying the chance to cause the annoying bastard some pain for all of the healing he demands of her, and his general flirty pestering. If he got some sense of pleasure out of her strikes, that was up to him, but for her, the sight of the powerful man on his belly, handcuffed to the bed posts with a ball gag keeping him silent was more cathartic than arousing. But, if it kept him from dragging himself to her for free healing, she was willing to tolerate his sexual appetite.

So, she grabbed the bottle of lube and stroked a thin layer of it onto the pink silicone strap on she wore. Then, she simply lined herself up and pushed into Hisoka, thanking whatever god there was that he had been gagged when he let out a pornographic moan.

But, she ignored his theatrics and simply grabbed onto his hips when he pushed back against her and began moving. Tuning out each lustful noise and letting the pink-haired man push his ass back to meet her thrusts eagerly, only focusing on humping into him and pacing herself. After all, the last time she’d rushed one of their ‘hook up’, Hisoka had whined and purposely increased her work load to spite her. So, she made sure her thrusts alternated between slow, deep movements, and quicker ones.

Plunging the pink toy into Hisoka, clawing into his scarred skin, and sprinkling in a few harsh slaps to the meat of his ass, Machi still found no pleasure in her companion, but she did feel a small seed of pride and power sprout in her chest. After all, while Hisoka Morrow was far too annoying and deranged for her to consider dating him, he was still insanely powerful. He almost never stopped training and pushing himself, which the pink-haired woman would’ve respected far more if he wasn’t so...indescriminate with that drive. So, while she did hold a bit of respect for his fighting abilities, and maybe a little for his sadistic joy, there were simply too many factors for the woman to get more than an ego boost out of the sexual aspect of their meetings.

Finally pulling herself out of that rabbit hole, Machi let out a slow breath and focused back in on the man she had tied down on the hotel bed. Noting his dishevelled pink hair, sweat-beaded skin, and muffled, needy moans as she lifted her hand and landed another severe blow to his, surely sore by that point, ass again, getting a more emphatic moan in response. Which, she took as a good sign and switched to a faster pace. The mulling over of Hisoka’s ambiguous, confusing signals could be pushed off for the time being. For now, she focused on the joy she got out of leaving an angry patch of red on the scarred man’s ass as she fucked him.

#Hunter x hunter #Hisoka x Machi #hxh #kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #Hisoka Morrow #Machi #prompt #Ao3 ask #spicy #lemon #not sfw

[slightecho]

How do you find motivation to write? (love your work by the way!)

ALSKDJF thank you!!!!

My motivation to write is honestly so hard to explain…. It’s a really weird tightrope between my overactive daydreaming and my ADHD 🥹

The real trouble I have is keeping my momentum going and not running out of steam the second my ADHD latches on to something else, or I hit a small bump in the road. As a general tule, a lot of the time when I write it’s because I need an outlet for the scenes that are just playing in my head constantly, distracting me. I talk a lot, and I like to infodump in my everyday life, too, and it comes through in my writing sometimes.

Because of this need to infodump the scenes in my head, combined with my own fear that I’ll lose the plot due to my ADHD, I’m a big user of what’s called the “vomit draft,” where you basically steamroll through writing the first draft of something without care for perfect grammar, typos, spelling mistakes or wording things perfectly. This helps me feel secure in the fact that if I go fast enough, I won’t face this issue with my attention and focus.

Now, the term “vomit draft” is typically used to describe drafting an ENTIRE story before doing the editing. And I have done that before, but it didn’t really work as well for me as the version I’m doing now. A lot of times for me, trying to vomit draft a WHOLE piece first just resulted in me either running out of steam, or beginning to feel like the editing was a big, scary, insurmountable task (ask me about my Bungo Stray Dogs Heathers AU fic that never got finished). I‘ve found that turning the process of editing into a big, scary project of it’s own is the quickest thing to demotivate me, and it becomes a massive roadblock.

So recently, I’ve kind of adjusted my “vomit draft” style so that I’m instead taking each chapter as it’s own smaller unit, and vomit drafting them each individually. To help myself do this with “Ashes” in particular, I’ve got a notebook literally FULL of notes so I can keep track of all the small, throw-away details I’ve written. Mostly cause I’m very scared of contradicting myself in this one. Keeping a notebook like this isn’t a regular thing for me. My mentality behind this style of vomit drafting is like… if I can vomit draft this chapter quick enough, I can move on to the next exciting thing I want to infodump. Which is exciting to me! And it has the added bonus that it allows me the freedom to upload the chapters as soon as they’re done, and get enjoyment out of the work, due to my need for validation. Every chapter becomes a goal post for myself, that way!

And that’s what REALLY keeps my motivation going, so I don’t hit a roadblock on the story. By the time I post a chapter, I’m already excited because I know I’m about to steamroll through the next one cause I’m just so excited to dump that out, too! And I’m subsequently getting the validation from hitting my last goalpost and feeling like I’ve accomplished something at the same time.

Is my method for everyone?? HECK NO. Is this me given you full proof advice?? Also no. What works for me is not gonna work for everyone else. But this is the method that’s worked best for me in the past: in every instance of a story I’ve actually finished writing, I was using this chapter-by-chapter vomit drafting method. And typically those stories didn’t even need a notebook full of notes!

(Seriously, the notebook is just an “Ashes” thing, and I cannot overstate how I’ve never before kept a detailed notebook like this before. Don’t feel like you have to that lmao! But if you want to hear more about it, let me know and I can get into it. Idk if that would be boring to hear about or not 😅)

TL;DR I race against time with my ADHD and create small goalposts for myself via a chapter-by-chapter vomit drafting method. This allows me to satisfy my need to infodump the scenes while also making sure I refuel my motivation by allowing myself to feel validated and accomplished via smaller goalposts 🥰

#oh i also have a spotify playlist #like a dedicated one #I might post it when the fic is finished #toh ashes au

[rpmemequeen]

KAJILLIONAIRE (2020) | Starter Pack

“Well, you can’t see it because you’re not of gentle birth.”

“‘Don’t ask for a reward’ was plan A. Plan B was ‘ask for a reward’.”

“Rich people can be very cheap sometimes.”

“When a man gives you wood, anything made out of wood, he’s saying, ‘You give me wood.’”

“You and I could go together. Just the two of us.”

“Most people want to be kajillionaires. That’s the dream.”

“All right, talk. Just talk. Let’s talk. Talk. Let’s say something. Just say something.”

“Don’t pray. God, are you praying? Just talk. Talk.”

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy person? Is that one of your qualities?”

“I can’t see your face very well. It’s so dark.”

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get crushed, and then–you’ll just die, right then and there. Immediately. A never ending void.”

“Your plan to cash in on the generosity of lonely people?”

“I have a suggestion for you. Wear more clothes. You’re making everyone feel uncomfortable.”

“Housewives must be throwing themselves at you, huh?”

“This is hard. It’s like trying to fall asleep forever.”

“He’s trying to…die. But we should keep on, uhm–He said he wants piano playing and silverware clinking.”

“Would you like some leftover cake?”

“Am I still here?”

“Life is…nothing. Just let it go without really thinking about it. Like you’re letting go of a…piece of string. Just let it…It’s not that big of a deal.”

“She has tender feelings. You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

“So what were you picturing? Soapy titties?”

“$1,575 to call me ‘hon.’”

“It’s one word. Just say it.”

“You want us to be false, fakey people.”

“I’ll call you ‘hon’ for $1,575.”

“Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.”

“You’re addicted to them.”

“Have you ever danced?”

“So when we’ve done these things, then I want my money and you can go.”

“All super security systems are on a pentagram, so you have to move between points. Basically, all the odd-numbered aisles are free goods.”

“What are…are you trying to rile me up?”

“Most happiness comes from, like, dumb things.”

“It’s so quiet. I don’t hear anyone.”

“You might never believe it, but this is just how it’s gonna be. Forever. Just us. In blackness.”

“I don’t have any regrets. You’re gonna have regrets, though, because you’re gonna miss sex and dancing and pancakes. I just had that one pancake, so I’m not gonna be sad. You looked in the mirror so many times you’ll miss your face forever. But I-I don’t even…I-I don’t even remember my face. I can’t even say what I looked like.”

“You know I was just trying to rob you. You’re such a stupid little idiot, and your brain is in your tits!”

“It’s not too late! You can try everything once and then isolate your favorites and-and just eat them on a perfect day where you just eat all your favorite foods.”

“The healing arts. That’s a solid profession. People are always in pain.”

“Uh, in the morning, if you want, I can make pancakes.”

“We can only ever be how we are. But we love you and, um…we wish you well.”

“I’ll probably take off early tomorrow before you’re up. Thank you for everything. Really.”

#rp meme #starter sentences #mine #roleplaying memes #long post

[one-strugling-bean]

Yeah, okay, I give up, you won, yuppie for you people-

After months and months of procrastinating (and miserably watching animatics and drooling over fanart) I have finally caved in!

I started watching the Dream SMP streams...

(And jesus christ, I'm starting to understand why everyone in this fandom is so lowkey deranged - it's to match the characters :D)

((but seriously, wth people, what even is that server???))

Anywayyyyyy, I just finished watching the End of S1 (Pogtopia vs Manburg) and while that mess of a finale deserves a post of its own, for now, Imma just going to leave the main things of the series(?) that have stuck out to me the most thus far:

Tubbo has been my favorite ever since he first got to the server

He’s so sweet and kind, and able to bring such lightness to some of the blander scenes

But then he also has these random moments where he just becomes chaos is fun! :D, or throws these sharp af one-liners that make everyone go “ohhhhhh” - they never fail to make me laugh my ass off

Basically, he’s excellent, and if no one else, I really wanna see where his character goes after S1

(why the fuck did he become the president tho?? who thought putting a traumatized teen in charge was a good idea??)

The Hamilton quotes and references sprinkled all over by Willbur and Tommy are like oxygen for me

It's ridiculous how a couple of Minecraft discs hold so much goddamn power in this server - but like, in a good way

Everyone is just so afraid of Techno and Dream, it’s so funny to me

Every time Dream came to the server, everyone just stopped what they were doing and got on high guard

Meanwhile, Techno’s monotone voice and constant dry, witty commentary made him sound so much more approachable and human, no wonder the others let their guard down around him!

I gotta say tho, I barely watched any stream of Dream or the players closest to him (I watched mostly Tommy&Gang POV), so his character is very cloudy and uncertain to me

Tommy and Schlatt, for what little interaction they had together, had some of the funniest “filler” streams with one another (when Schlatt first joins and is banned, and later when Tommy is building his roller-coaster)

Fundy is so freaking sweet, his streams and videos are some of my faves to watch

Jschlatt’s voice had already won me over the first time I heard him, and yet the more I heard it whenever he was in character, the more my love for his voice grew

Speaking of Schlatt, I genuinely adored his character so much. I almost wish he hadn’t died, he was a great villain in my opinion

Also, his ship name with Quackity is “Pumpkin Husbands” and I find it unreal those two got such a cute ship name

There are so many goddamn inside jokes like I feel no matter what I do, how many streams I watch, or comments I read, there will always be a joke or a passing comment I won't understand

Like a game with way too many variable endings, so many that one person can't play through them all

But uhhhhh yeah, overall I gotta admit it’s been fun, I’ll probably continue watching for a bit longer (there go my plans to catch up to One Piece anytime soon- )

#dsmp #dream smp #never tagged for this fandom #how does it work #why do all the characters have c! before their names #is it to separate the character from the streamer #like #character!tommy #? #thats how im gonna read it i guess #anyway #tubbo_ #tommyinnit #willbur soot #jschlatt #l'manburg #pogtopia #hope this is ok #kinda nervous to post this dunno why #dsmp commentary

[bellasasocialreject]

Sabra cadabra

mentions of SH

Eddie Munson x Reader

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So basically you know when Vecna targets Nancy, yea, so instead of Nancy it’s you, and Eddie (your bf) saves you :p

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“Not sure how these physics are going to work.. but uh.. here goes nothing”

Dustin throws the handmade rope up to the ceiling, it falls down into the upside down leaving a rope to climb up back into the non upside down of Eddie’s trailer.

“And if my theory is correct” letting go of the rope it stays in place. Robin pulls on it as hard as she could, the rope stayed in place. “Holy shit” you mumbled under your breath astonished.

“Guess I’m the guinea pig”, Robin beings to climb up the rope soon flipping over and falling on her back in Eddie’s trailer. “Oh thank god, that was fun.”

Steve, Nancy, You, and Eddie all looked between each other. “All right guess i’ll go”, Steve begins to climb up the rope flipping over onto the mattress. “That, was fun”. Nancy goes next, “See you guys on the other side” climbing up the rope then flipping over.

Eddie gestures for you to go first, so you start climbing up the rope as soon as you flip over you fall, but this time it was different. You kept falling, and falling, and falling until you fell on cold tile. Groaning you got up “Fuck that hurt” looking around you notice you’re in the bathroom of your old house, a razor on the bathroom counter and blood in the sink. It dawns upon you. You look down at your wrists and there they are, two cuts fresh with blood dripping down your arms.

Eddie is in shock watching your body just stand there, “No no no no no no no! Y/n, please snap out of it, Y/N!”

Everyone looks up into the gate worried, “Vecna” Max says.

A loud bang on the locked door startled you, “Y/N! Y/N! open the door, please!” the banging and screaming grew louder, but the voice screaming wasn’t your mothers voice anymore. It was a low gut wrenching voice, “Come on Y/n, open the door and tell me what’s wrong” you screamed for him to go away, “LEAVE ME ALONE! PLEASE!”

Vecna suddenly appears “It’s time for your suffering to end” “PLEASE! NO PLEASE, I WANNA LIVE, PLEASE! EDDIE!” Vecna just stares at you out of pitty.

Eddie looks at your floating body wondering what to do, “GUYS GUYS HOW DO I HELP HER” “Music! It will interfere with her hallucination trust me” Max says, “I don’t have her fucking music!” Eddie starts to sob feeling hopeless. “Eddie your guitar!” he looks up at Dustin. Remembering he’s in his trailer, he quickly runs to his room grabbing his guitar. He runs back to you and strums a few chords.

“Feel so good, I feel so fine. Love that little lady, always on my mind. She gives me lovin’ all night and day.”

You hear Eddie’s voice signing in the distance, you quickly recognize it to be your guys’ song. “Never gonna leave her, never going away. Someone to love me. You know she makes me feel alright” “Eddie” you whimper. Vecna looks annoyed, “He’s not going to help you, he can’t help. I’m going to end your misery.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie playing his guitar to your floating body and he keeps singing. “Someone to need me. Love me every single night.”

Vecna’s hand moves towards your face, your limbs start to twist in and you scream in pain. “Feel so happy since I met that girl. When we’re making love it’s out of this world. Feels so good to know she’s all mine. Gonna love that woman until the end of time.”

“F-fuck you- “ You grab a piece of Vecnas vein thing and rip it off. You drop to the floor and make a run for it.

“Someone to live for, Love me ‘til the end of time. Makes me feel happy, good to know that she’s all mine.” Rocks come crashing down, dodging them as best you can you keep running. “Lovely lady, make love all night long. Ooh, lovely lady. Never do me wrong.”

You’re so close, so close.

Eddie’s staring at your floating body, everyone else looking up in anticipation. He plays louder “Ah, I don’t wanna leave you. I never wanna leave you anymore. No more.”

Your eyes open and you fall back down. “Y/N!” Eddie drops his guitar and comes to hug you, you latch onto him and cry. Everyone on the other side cheers, “Eddie, that was so scary” “I bet, it’s ok. You’re with me now, sshhhh shhh.” After calming down he asks “Are you ready to try again?” Looking up at the rope you nod your head.

You start climbing up closing your eyes as you reach the opposite side. You fall and this time land on Eddie’s stained mattress. Eddie soon following you cling to him and cry again, “Sshhhh, Y/N. It’s ok, I’m right here.” “C- can you sing for me again, please.” “What song was that anyway?” Steve asks, you both turn to him, “Oh man, we need to get you into some Ozzy.”

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#stranger things #eddie munson #upside down #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff

[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 2 parts 1&2]

“It’s the same as hitting on someone, keep pushing and pushing” You, stop talking right now

Ah yes the shooting arrows scene, amazing

Talay last time you two spoke he told you he hates you, what makes you think antagonising him on his archery skills is gonna make that any better

“Move, I need space.” Tun: “oh I’ll move. Very very far away”

Looove that Ohm goes back to being Sea as soon as Tun’s left

And when he talks to Tun he’s Ohm again

THE HALF-HEARTED PICTURE-TAKING

Given that the whole “Tess dated a girl Tun liked” thing isn’t even true where the hell did people get that idea, especially since marriage is equal in this universe and so I assume/hope people are more accepting

“I’m a screenwriter, I have to believe in anything” Not sure how that works

Crying at how Talay’s wearing a different outfit everytime he talks to Tun in this episode, as if it’s the fault of the clothing

YEAH SO THAT SCRIPT BELONGED TO HIM /AND/ HIS FRIENDS AND HE JUST LEFT IT ON THE FLOOR (I assume they have digital copies but still)

W h a t is the music playing as Talay puts an arm around Tun’s shoulders

The half-hearted hand tap ;;

“Take that stupidity to your grave” I’ve always loved that line, it’s so fucking good

“Can you make the light pinker?” THIS GUY GETS IT

Talay @ the pink light: >:( 

“The reason I broke up with you. The truth is…” I’m a lesbian

Also I get it now, people believe the “stealing Tun’s crush” story because Tess is a piece of shit

Ah yes the first instance of drunk!Talay blurting out universe-swapping stuff

Can’t believe I was such a dumb-dumb the first time watching and didn’t realise Tun was now Puen basically until Jimmy appeared on-screen

Gorgeous transition though

They love the on-key singing too so WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE, THIS IS MAKING ME UNREASONABLY ANGRY

“He loved that cat more than his life apparently” Tbh same and that’s not even a joke, I have three cats and I love cats to death and I’d sooner end up in the hospital than run one over

Puen: “what are you talking about?” *tries to act cool by drowning his anxiety in a drink*

Puen died in a car accident, almost hit a cat, and later in the show gets caught drunk driving, this guy should not be allowed behind the wheel

Puen I get that you won’t tell him your name now but you’ll tell him eventually right? …. RIGHT??

Talay acting so all-knowing about the situation all of a sudden, these dorks are both trying too hard to look cool

“Whom should I go to?” “Me” Puen: *d-doki*

Those cups couldn’t be any emptier if they tried

Okay but what if he HAD been naked under there Talay

Kdfjksdl the drunk kissing scene is so fecking cute, one of my fave scenes tbh

I’m glad Talay didn’t use tongue because his breath must stink like hell

TAKE THOSE SHOES OFF OR I’LL THROW THEM AT YOUR FUCKING HEAD

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god

“Why did you mention it in the first place?” BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT HAVING HURT YOU WHILE HAMMERED, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MADE IT ABOUT SEX

Those bread cone thingies look delicious ngl

So I loved this from the get-go but I still love that Talay guesses “Rose” and neither of them comments how that’s “weird” because it’s a girl’s name

“Don’t you know the quote from that movie?” Puen: hang on I gotta be as extra about my answer as possible

AI’DANG! AI’DANG, AI’DANG, AI’DANG <3

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for…….

“Tess didn’t go easy on the car” It looked fine to me when you tried to give Tun a lift

Oh my goddddd I love this girl, I don’t know if she’s a cameo but I’m in love with her energy

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

talay showing up in front of tun with a new outfit every time: that will throw him off his rhythm STREET SMARTS!!!!!!!

yeah the reason why everyone believed that tess dated a girl tun liked is because the asshole actually went around BRAGGING about stealing her from tun to all his friends. that alone already tells me everything i need to know about tess but somehow he's gonna get even worse, if you can believe it. also i know love is blind and all that but tun.... my dude....... you can do SO MUCH BETTER

[ENTER PUEN] [EXIT MY SANITY] LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im gonna take a moment to lose my mind over the lyrics of the song puen decides to sing because "DID IT ACTUALLY HAPPEN OR AM I DREAMING/US MEETING EACH OTHER IN THIS WORLD/DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT/BUT WITH ALL MY HEART I BELIEVE THIS IS/A MIRACLE THAT WE MET/IT'S A MIRACLE THAT I LOVE YOU/IT'S THE GREATEST MIRACLE I'VE EVER WITNESSED/OH YOU ARE THE MIRACLE" [FROTHING AT THE MOUTH CLAWING AT THE WALLS GOING RABID] literally the most puentalay song to ever exist they're gonna play it at their wedding and slow dance to it and puen still hums it to talay from time to time when he can't believe he actually gets to spend the rest of his life with talay

DRUNK KISS MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I TRULY ADORE THAT SCENE SO MUCH. i still can't believe talay really tried true love's kiss as a way to bring them back to their universe sfjksgdj he is such an endearing and dramatic drunk!!!! i really wish we could have had at least one more scene with talay being drunk around puen because talay is usually very self-conscious and tends to keep everything to himself, but when he's drunk he's just so openly affectionate and honest!!!!!! i know he would cling to puen the entire time and tell puen all kinds of things he'd be to embarrassed to say while sober and puen would be SO FOND!!!!!! anyway, back to the kiss, i know we all laugh at puen's expressions during that scene, but i love how realistic his reaction is!!!! also episode 2 and 3 are so important to me because you can literally pinpoint every single moment that makes puen fall in love with talay and this is such an important one for both of them!!!!!

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god <<<<< IM NOT SPEAKING I REFUSE TO SPEAK

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for……. <<<<< 😏😏😏👀👀👀🤭🤭🤭 (apparently im 12 sfjksgdksg)

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

WE'RE BOTH SQUEALING WITH DELIGHT KICKING OUR FEET COVERING OUR FACE BLUSHING SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR (also yeah, she's sadly just a cameo but i really like her as an actress i'd love to see her in a GL)

ending this by saying that im forever mourning THIS archery scene from the mock trailer that didn't make it into the actual show:

LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY THE FLAVOR THE SERVE BRING HER BACK

#MOCK TRAILER ARCHERY SCENE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS #unrelated but VERA YOU HAVE THREE CATS?????? #MA'AM IM GONNA NEED YOU TO SHARE PICTURES #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

[moviemunchies]

We had a review on the old Facebook page for this movie when it first came out, but I can’t find it on this blog, so I don’t think we still have it. So I guess I’ll try again.

The King, loosely based on history and some Shakespeare, is the story of Prince Hal, who becomes King Henry V of England, and his war with France.

The gist of it goes like this: Hal is a prince who would rather not worry about the problems of England, especially because his father, Henry IV, is a massive douchebag who causes civil wars because he keeps ticking everyone off. When King Henry dies, Hal is called to take the throne, and his plan is to avoid unnecessary conflict as much as possible, much to the frustration of his court–they desperately want to go to war with France. But when the French monarchy makes it clear they want him dead, Hal has no choice, and he goes to war–bringing his old friend from his pre-king days, Sir John Falstaff, with him as his war counselor.

I should probably put a disclaimer that I’m really not familiar with the Shakespeare that helped inspire this movie. Nor that much with the actual history. From what I understand, it’s not very close to either, and that colored a lot of critics’ opinions on the film. And while I hold that a film doesn’t need to be a one-to-one adaptation, I understand that discomfort–after all, if a film is meant to be adapting a classic piece of theater, or a part of history, shouldn’t it actually stick at least somewhat close to it? 

Then again, sometimes you want to take the basic ideas presented in the play, or that you thought of from history, and do your own story with them. And that’s okay too! It’s perfectly fine to want to tell your own story. And like I said, I’m not that knowledgeable about that, so I will have to judge the move on how it stands on its own.

An interesting aspect of this film was that it asks the question “How powerful is the king of a nation, really?” Growing up we tend to think a king can do whatever he wants, at least in a medieval setting. Recent political dramas like Game of Thrones try to show some nuance in the balances of power, but are also about how power corrupts and the awful things people do for it.

Hal wants to be a genuinely good king once he takes the throne. When he was a prince, he noticed that many of the enemies his father made (including Hal himself) were because he deliberately exploited and insulted allies. Hal decides not to do that and even declines responding to deliberate insults. And his court finds this really annoying, because they really, REALLY want him to go conquer France.

How much is a king able to make his own decisions on matters of state, and how much must he bend over to the will of his courtiers?

I will admit that an issue I have with this movie is that it’s about the Hundred Years War, and in basically any depiction of the Hundred Years War (and in truth, a lot of historical conflicts) my inclination is to lay my sympathies with NOT the English. Sure, some people really liked Hal’s “Make it England!” speech, but, uh, watching a bunch of English soldiers crow about how great their country is as they trample another is always going to sit a bit awkwardly with me. And to be fair, in this movie it’s supposed to, especially when you get to the ending, which throws the motives of the entire operation into question. It still has a rather optimistic view of the English at this time, but at least it interrogates motivations, which is much better than what we often get– “These are the Good Guys because they are English,” a problem with a lot of Hollywood throughout its history.

I kind of expected, from some of the promotional material I’d seen, for more of this movie to be battles. It’s not really–though obviously there ARE fight scenes, and the climax is the Battle of Agincourt. It’s still interesting and exciting, just not in the way you’re probably expecting if you were here just to see battles. There’s not that much of that going around–though like I said, there ARE fight scenes.

Also, I should note: Robert Pattinson plays the Dauphin, the heir to the French throne, and he is having a ball. I’m fairly certain he’s far from the actual historical figure’s personality, as the character he plays here is a smug, sneering douchebag who is constantly rubbing his own sense of superiority in Hal’s face. But that’s easy to get over because he’s so much fun to watch, and he’s clearly having the time of his life in this role.

If you’re interested in historical dramas, but don’t worry about getting too hung up on the actual history, you will probably like this movie. If you're a huge fan of the Shakespeare plays, or are strict on the history, then you might give this one a pass–this will probably not satisfy you. It’s a pretty good movie, though far from a thrilling historical fight fest, if that’s what you’re looking for.

#The King #Movie Munchies #reviews #Netflix

[virtualfreespirit]

Bachelor of Science? BS.

Dear reader,

Admittedly, I left this “letter” halfway, getting caught up in another one that I’ll be posting soon. Then, like a Christmas miracle in the middle of January, I stumbled upon a video that reignited my inspiration. But then I got a creative block and left it again.

Anyway, big thanks to That News Girl for nudging me back to this piece, and for spreading online positivity every day!

Now, let's get down to business. Or, Bachelors, if you may.

I'm all about fact-checking before forming strong opinions about someone. Or something. That said, I'm no supporter of what I call ✨ universities/colleges as businesses ✨, and this whole thing with older folks from my country thinking it's the ONLY road to success… or basic survival, even.

I mean, universities almost seem to be profiting off subtly controlling the distribution of higher salaries among all socioeconomic classes, don't they? After all, the more renowned AND pricey the university where you'll study one of the “top 5 best-paying jobs in the world”, or the higher (and even pricier) the degrees you add to your list, the better your chances in the workforce are supposed to become when you're middle to low class.

There's just something funny about paying an entity for 4-8 years to (hopefully) teach us valuable information, which won't even matter much by itself unless we've received a piece of cardboard that will unlock… *drum roll*... entry-level office jobs that we have to compete for and oftentimes will take us YEARS to get promoted from!

All that gatekeeping around well-paid, less physically-demanding jobs must be precisely why a ton of folks think college is the non-negotiable next step post-high school; it's like the fabric softener or mouthwash of life choices - not a necessity per se, but everyone's doing it and saying they’re getting nice results from it.

How convenient for the founders/owners of private universities.

Personally, if I had a child who's passionate about something like dancing or baking, I'd back that up instead of forcing them into medical or law school against their will just for the “stability” that a college degree grants… which they can lose anyway if they make the other wrong choices in life.

Why push kids into a career they don't even enjoy if it's only going to make them unhappy? Why not make them believe they're 100% capable of whatever they set their mind to?

Nonetheless, going to college can be a game-changer for us, as long as we're up for putting in the required work.

Sure, it can open the doors to some great networking opportunities, various life lessons and precious guidance from your professors, but you still need to make an effort and have a sense of responsibility, discipline and perseverance if you want all that to pay off. As the saying goes, "you reap what you sow".

While I wouldn't support professors ditching classes, having them around all the time won't magically boost your grades either. It boils down to paying attention, practicing what you learn, and throwing in those questions - you know, the usual student stuff.

Is it always worth going to college, though? Well, as Chat GPT likes to remind me with every question I throw its way, it really depends.

Every single human is separate and unique, and our youth are no exception.

I'm saving the teaching vs. indoctrinating debate for another day, but on that note, it's quite interesting how some parents hold on to this idea that their kid MUST go to college, no matter what, instead of focusing more on, I don't know, supporting what their child is genuinely enthusiastic about, maybe?

It gets even more interesting when the whole stigma that ties art as a profession to poverty comes to play.

I believe that, if there's something that students who excel through their hours of research and study is that it's 100% doable to independently pursue AND succeed in certain careers.

You wouldn't have much of a choice if you're into accounting or engineering because these are “by-the-book careers”, but thanks to people like Tim Berners-Lee, we can now pursue more flexible options that are mainly based on experience, like web developing or graphic design.

Can it be a plus to have formal education in fields like these? Absolutely. Will that alone make a difference in your life? Lol no. Giving more importance to certifications than possessing real skills is just silly.

Choosing “alternative” paths might seem a bit overwhelming initially since it requires discipline, responsibility and perseverance. Which becomes ironic when you realize that reputable universities demand the exact same.

There are many inspiring success stories of "the university route" that I've heard of in my country, like Sheyla Morales’ and Roxy Williams’, two Nicaraguan women making significant contributions in the world of science that prove you can aim for the stars, AND reach them - a bit too literally, because they're both in space-related fields.

Heck, I even have a Facebook friend who studied in the same school I did and works for the United Nations nowadays.

But, what about the rest? What about us, ✨ commoners ✨?

In my case, just like my family feared, I “chose money over education”, mainly to avoid unnecessary stress from them and find a career path I did enjoy at my own pace. Plus, my career dean himself said “we wouldn't be able to find a job after graduating anyway”, and I’m not passionate enough about accounting to tolerate that. Looks like someone has never worked in sales, huh?

I'd say dropping out of college wasn't as atrocious a decision as my family thinks it is. In fact, it was one of my wisest moves because I chose a quite versatile career path: customer service.

Customer service roles can be a wonderful stepping stone for people with no higher education or no previous work experience, no family connections, and enough conversational English skills in countries like Nicaragua or the Philippines. And I happen to be one of those people!

Two years, two job switches and no classes later, and I find myself being able to buy whatever I want without begging my family and having a job that fulfills me, all while earning the same as my cousin who invested 4.5 years in college, a few years of experience in an English-teaching job, and the English certification she might have needed to complete for the latter.

Similarly to me, my boyfriend was able to land a job that pays $800/month, armed with just a year and a half of college, customer service experience and refined communication skills. It’s all about acing those dreadful interviews.

I'm proud of my cousin's hard work, but it's disappointing to see the flaws in the wealth distribution system, you know?

Even more disappointingly, other college grads who give their all are not as lucky as either of us, and end up landing $200-$300/month-paying jobs after graduation - a sum that doesn't even cover a good rental in Managua.

How do I know this? Well, it's simple. Back in our “call center days”, my boyfriend and I met many coworkers, naturally. Among them were professionals from various fields, including computer science engineers, business administration, journalists, and lawyers, just to name a few, a lot of them with at least over a year of experience in call centers. What did they all have in common? They chose to work smarter, not harder.

Why would they choose to wait half a lifetime to start earning roughly $400/month, when they could have THE job that had entry-level positions of $500-$600/month AND dozens of growth opportunities? Not only will the work experience look solid in their resume, were they to choose pursuing their degree later on, but they’re also getting a financial head start that will unlock many possibilities for them. 

Following that line of thinking, I don't understand why it'd be such a huge deal for a teen to choose work over college for a few years while they figure out who they really are and what they want to do; they'd only be gaining valuable life experience. 

Labeling it "higher education" won't automatically make us superior, more intelligent or any more capable, nor does it make us more valuable than people who haven’t gone to college or manual laborers like farmers and janitors - who are, by the way, extremely underpaid for such significant and community-relevant tasks.

It's super inaccurate and lowkey rude to defend that enrolling into a university automatically means a better future, almost disregarding - or simply not knowing, maybe - the huge mix of factors involved in the path to success.

And because of this whole concept that you have to pay and get that diploma to finally become “someone” in life in the long term, many companies act as if someone with no degree could never be qualified for simpler, repetitive job positions with a bit of guidance, such as data entry clerks or the coral-breeding guy from the video I told you about in the beginning.

I think it's the combination of this mentality with other factors that can lead to that leech-like type of student that asks everyone and anyone to lend them their homework because they just couldn't care enough to do it on their own, and sort of wait for their diploma to land in their lap one day.

I've met them firsthand in Accounting, which I guess wasn't that bad as long as they didn't mess up my grades, but come to think of it, I'd be terrified if my assigned nurse had been cloud gazing instead of listening to the professor back when they were a student.

I can't blame them entirely for not feeling motivated about their future, though.

There's always a big chance you'll do badly despite your many degrees if you weren't born into a rich family like the Nicaraguan Pellas, or are lucky enough in general.

Only because I couldn't understand OECD’s charts for the life of me and it's not easy to say for sure whether a majority or minority of students get to practice their profession worldwide, I'll pick the post-COVID U.S. to statistically elaborate a little because it's a country that's perceived worldwide as better off economically.

According to Next Gen Personal Finance (NGPF)’s January 22nd, 2023 Question of the Day, “What percentage of college graduates work in their field of study?”, it's 46% out of the 1,000 people that were surveyed. You can check out their full data somewhere in here.

Due to the size of the study sample, this website doesn't tell us much other than 1) the people who did get to work in their field of study don't have much of a great salary and 2) there's at least 640 people that are either working in a different field or straight up unemployed.

So. I was never great at calculating odds and possibilities in high school math, but a bit less than a half doesn't sound very “American Dream” to me. Even less so after having heard stories of people who have the necessary experience to excel and still get rejected by the usually understaffed companies they're applying to.

It's not graduating from university on its own that ensures you get your dream job or good pay; it's your own decisions and priorities, along with circumstances.

If you're choosing to go to college, you’ve got to put yourself out there; get out and meet people until you find the diamonds, participate in extracurricular activities that will look great on your resume, apply for and renew scholarships, do internships, so on and so forth, but specially try your best to absorbe any valuable life advice.

Then again, as The Washington Post mentioned in an article they published all the way back to 2013, using data from a 2010 study, your location plays a big role in the opportunities you'll have access to after graduating, too.

Some people give these institutions a bit too much credit when most of the merit truly falls on us, because humans are lowkey scared of the consequences of their own actions; it's all about navigating our options wisely and being consistent.

I'm not trying to say it's best if you drop out of college or that we should cancel college culture. Rather, don't be the killjoy who defends that going to college after high school is the “correct” or “best” way of living, because everyone has their thing and life's full of nuances.

People have different ways of learning and unique paths to follow, and they're all valid. If not, we would render the phrase "people from all walks of life" useless, as there would only be one.

What I am trying to say is it's pointless to unhelpfully criticize others' educational choices without looking at their bigger picture.

If a majority of us were born with a higher chance to fail in life, then maybe we shouldn't be set on discouraging the next Tyler Perry or Steve Jobs and find our true happiness instead, don't you think?

Until next time!

- N

P.S.: This girl's story is sort of what you should be picturing here.

#university #college #spotify #worth it #future #life #life path #graduation #careers #education #freedom of choice #Spotify

[justkeepdancing-nemo]

Bird Song: A Game Of Thrones, Bard-inspired Playlist

I'll journey on, I'll sing and dance And the greedy ones can make their stance With pockets for souls they'll never fill With happy heart, I'm smiling still

Walk in the sun, stay in the light And when we're done, we'll take flight Only desire what you have Only desire what you have

So I thought it would be fun to try to find songs that Nemo would actually dance/sing/perform to while he is staying in King’s Landing! Descriptions below~

My Mother Told Me 

To me, this song is a ‘prologue,’ and a kind of gather-around-the-campfire or dinner table vibe. Not only is it a classic folk song that many people will know the words to, but it mirrors Nemo’s own backstory as the song talks about a mother telling her son he would “Sail to distant shores.” 

Angel’s Flight

This is a lovely instrumental song with some chanting/vocalization in it! I imagine this would be a wonderful song for a troupe of dancers to perform to. Gotta continue our flight motif for Nemo or who would I be tbqh. 

Touch The Sky

Ah, from Brave! But let’s all pretend this is another common folk song. What I like about this song is 1. there is the flight motif and also 2. I love that it describes the kingdoms, persay: 

“Where dark woods hide secret And mountains are fierce and bold Deep waters hold reflections Of times lost long ago“ 

As the Old Gods are important to Nemo, I also like how nature is personified in this song. 

Bird Song 

“Listen to the sound of my heart beat slow Yeah, my heart's like yours, my heart's like yours Listen to the sound, oh it feels like home” 

This is a song I imagine that Nemo could actually sing! Once again, it reflects the motif of Nemo as a bird. I also think it represents Nemo’s beliefs as someone who rejects classism and politics and all of that, basically. 

Dragonfly Keeper

Another instrumental piece, which sounds lovely and would be wonderful to dance through. The piano is so light and fluttery, like the quick steps of a dancer...or the wings of a dragonfly, represented, say, by a fan ;D I can imagine Nemo using his fan to dance to this one is what I’m saying. 

From Father to Son

I represented Nemo’s mother. Of course I gotta throw in a song for Marlin! This is another upbeat instrumental song but I love how boisterous it is. I imagine it’s like Marlin’s supportive and proud voice. This is a ‘get everyone up and dance’ song! 

For the Dancing and the Dreaming 

Another folk song that I imagine is popular throughout the realm and of COURSE it’s about marriage. I can see this being performed in honor of the marriage taking place in King’s Landing. I also like it because Nemo is a dancer. And a dreamer. 

Five Bells 

This is the ‘funny’ performance song, though I mean it’s not THAT funny, but it’s that song where you have two people doing a call/response conversation of sorts, it gets people laughing and clapping and chanting along. I like that it talks about travel since that’s a big theme of Nemo’s journey in this au. 

Flaming Red Hair

This is another jig. I threw it in here because I like to think the ‘flaming red hair’ is both a slight allusion to Nemo’s og orange hair that I always associate him with, but also of the land of Dorne, the land of the Rising Sun.  Fireflies

What can i say i love throwing a bardcore version of a modern-day song. Plus, fireflies are winged insects, much like dragonflies. I just think this song has very Nemo energy and once again feels like a song that perhaps worshippers of the Old Gods play. 

Only Desire What You Have

This one is an excellent theme for Nemo’s particular story. He isn’t after money or fame or power. Instead, he values his freedom and he values his religion, and wants other people to have those things. It’s also upbeat and fun to dance to which is very important. 

Where No One Goes

We all need an epic closer to any bard/troupe show right??? That’s this song. Big and bombastic, I imagine lots of breathtaking tricks. Lots of flips! Spins in the air! Fire-breathing!!! And of course the lyrics have my two themes: flight and travel. We just love a journey banger. 

#yeah i did do his bio first so i could post this #i just love a playlist and we all know it #look... this playlist is good /says that about all my playlists #swyntask #music

[becca-e-barnes]

Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

—————————

The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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