#man I can’t believe it’s already the 21st???

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Lessons in Love.

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 3615

Author's Note - hello gorgeous people, hope you're all doing well. writing this has made my heart so full, and I hope it makes you feel the same. requests are always open and more than encouraged!! currently working on a stunning jake seresin request that's just so lovely. i'm SO open to more jake requests, but also any marvel, top gun maverick, criminal minds, narcos and any others you have in mind!! just send them over, and I'll see what I can do. as always, so much love x

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“No way. How is that even possible?”

You look at the bewildered man in front of you and can’t help but smile.

“It’ll play anything you want it to. Anything in the world. Just ask it!” you encourage, beaming grin still plastered on your face.

“Alexa,” he says tentatively, “play Marvin Gaye.”

The first notes of Trouble Man begin to sound through your apartment, and his eyes light up. He’s looking at you like you’ve discovered something completely revolutionary.

You laugh – a real, genuine, delighted sound that flows through Bucky like a beam of light, illuminates his bones, makes his heart beat that little bit faster.

Grabbing your notebook, you delicately place a check next to Number 26 – voice-controlled devices. Number 27 is air fryers. Number 28 is Bluetooth. Number 29 is kindles and e-readers. Number 30 is Doordash. You’ve already checked off Spotify, and ATMs, and Google, and online banking, amongst many others. A list of things to better integrate Bucky into the 21st Century. A list of things to make him feel less like a man out of time. A list of things that allow you to spend all the time with him that you can.

A warm hand on your left hip and a cold one on your right pull you back into reality.

“Dance with me.” he murmurs. “Let me teach you something, for once.”

Before you can process his words, he’s gliding across the kitchen with you in his arms. Trouble Man isn’t playing anymore, instead replaced with something slower, richer. Bucky hasn’t taken his eyes off you, not even for a second. He’s watching your every move, every expression, every twitch of your lips. Reading you like a book.

You bring your hands to rest around his neck, and he relaxes into you. He’s leading, swaying you gently, occasionally twirling you like a ballerina in a music box. Perfectly effortless. He’s good at this.

The sun is setting, casting a warm orange hue across the kitchen. The light is reflecting onto your hair, making you glow, giving you a halo. Angelic, he thinks. My guardian angel.

You close the space between your bodies, wrapping your arms around his middle. Resting your head on his chest, he prays you can’t hear how his heart is working overtime. You shut your eyes, and breathe him in. He smells faintly like the Bakery, like sugar and coffee and cinnamon. The place that started it all.

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When Bucky first moved into his apartment, he’d noticed the Bakery down the street immediately. The smell of cake and coffee drifted out of the lilac colored door, enticing him in. He resisted the urge, and told himself that he’d go inside tomorrow.

The next day, he stood outside of the red brick building, and read the menu on the noticeboard carefully. Then he reread it. And then read it again. Since when was coffee so complicated? And don’t even get him started on cake. He swore there was only a few types back in the forties. Now, there was at least fifty different kinds on this menu alone. He was overwhelmed. He thought he’d be able to walk into this Bakery, get some coffee, maybe something sweet, and leave content. Instead, he's stood on the sidewalk on the verge of a panic attack. Tomorrow, he thinks to himself. I’ll go in tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes. Every day, he takes a walk, and purposely passes the building that he longs to go into. But somehow, he can never find the courage. He knows he’ll just look like an idiot if he walks in. He’ll look lost, and out of place, and everyone will laugh and mutter. Look, they’ll jeer, The Winter Soldier can’t even order a coffee.

And so, he spares himself the pain. Lets his feet carry him past, only slowing down slightly when he passes the lilac door. Every day for three months, he takes the same route. Willing himself to go in, to find the courage. It’s just coffee, he tells himself. Get a grip.

Until, one day, you decided to change his life, unknowingly. Or maybe knowingly. He’s still not sure.

He takes his usual path, and just as he gets to the lilac door – you’re there. Stood, waiting, soft smile on your face. Bucky panics, and wills his feet to move faster, to take him away from this inevitably awkward situation. You stop him before he can make a run for it.

“Hi.”

Oh. You’re talking to him. You’re staring into his soul with no judgment, or fear, or trepidation. You’re staring into his soul with gentleness. Kindness. Friendship. He’s terrified.

“Uh – hi.” He rubs the back of his neck. Nervous habit.

“So, uh, I hope this isn’t weird, or anything. But, I’ve been watching you walk past every day for like three months, and, well…” you trail off. Now you look nervous. “Actually, I haven’t really thought this far ahead. I just see you, and I wanted to… invite you in, I guess? Not that you need an invite, of course not, we’re open to everyone, but… you always look like you’re going to come in, and then you never do. And I’ve been telling myself for months that I should properly invite you in, but now I’m realising this is, uh, really weird. And I’m sorry.”

You still have that gentle smile on your face, but it’s more tentative now. A dusting of pink is making its way onto your cheeks, and Bucky thinks it might be his new favourite color.

It’s now that he really starts to take you in. Your hair is blowing slightly in the breeze, and the sleeves of your sweater are pulled down over your wrists, to try and keep the New York chill at bay. You have bright, inquisitive eyes – eyes that contain hope, love, laughter. You make him feel almost peaceful. No one makes him feel like that. Damn.

You’ve stepped closer to him now, to get out of the way of the customers making their way through the door. You smell like sugar, and coffee, and optimism. He wants to breathe you in, let you settle in his lungs. A comfortable warmth spreads through his chest.

He decides to take a gamble and bear his truth to you. He’s not sure why, but he trusts you. He doesn’t trust anyone, these days. But he trusts you.

“Can I be honest with you?”, he asks, looking at you expectantly. You’re almost expecting him to laugh in your face at the absurdity of it all. You nod anyway, signalling for him to continue.

“I’ve been trying to work up the courage to come in. But every time I try, I just, uh-” he stutters, and you can tell that his mind is screaming at him, sounding alarm bells, begging him to stop with all this sudden vulnerability.

“It’s overwhelming, right?” you ask, cutting him off. Saving him. Guardian angel.

You see the relief in his body at your question. His fists unclench, the tension leaves his shoulders. He smiles bashfully. Half grateful, half embarrassed. You get it.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. You giggle, and he’s convinced that the melodious sound will circle around in his mind forever, like the Earth orbiting the Sun.

You fiddle with the strings of your mint green apron, and look at him. You’re gazing at him so earnestly that he’s worried he might spontaneously combust.

“Are you busy tonight?” you ask suddenly, and he feels so dizzy he’s concerned momentarily that he’s going to pass out.

“Uh, no. I’m not,” he replies, managing to force the words out of his mouth.

“We close at 6, so meet me here at 7.”

You still have that sparkle in your eye. He couldn’t say no to you if he tried.

“Why?” he queries. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t absolutely petrified at the turn the conversation has taken.

“I want to show you around. Maybe make you a coffee, introduce you to some of my favourite things. You won’t believe how good my raspberry and white chocolate cookies are. They’re best sellers for a reason,” you beam at him.

Beaming. He wonders how he’s lived his whole life without your light illuminating his universe. Anywhere he goes without you is going to feel so dark, he thinks. How did I ever live like this?

He manages to pull himself together to smile back at you. His first genuine grin in God knows how long. He’s forgotten what joy feels like, and he’s almost drunk on it now.

He agrees to your plan, and you turn on your heel, about to make your way back inside.

“Wait!” he yells, louder than intended. “What’s your name?”

Your lips turn up into a smirk, mischief seeping out of your pores.

“Come back at 7 and find out.” You wink at him, and he has to take a few deep breaths in order to stay conscious. With that, you leave him alone on the sidewalk, where he’s silently thanking the universe for dropping you in his lap. Finally, he thinks. The cosmic punishment is over.

He does come back at 7. In fact, he’s stood outside waiting at 6:45. He can see you mopping the floor, singing as you go. His supersoldier hearing allows him to listen to your voice, even from this far away. He’s never been more grateful for the thing he used to call a curse. He’d be cursed every damn day if it meant he got to listen to you like this.

At 6:58, you appear at the lilac door, beckoning him to follow you inside. He knows that stepping over that threshold is going to change him fundamentally. He can’t wait.

Upon entering, he’s hit with the smell of cinnamon, sugar, coffee, and you. A beautiful mix of all three. Without a second thought, he reaches out with his right hand, and gently brushes some flour from your cheekbone.

“Bucky,” he murmurs.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him. Lips slightly parted, chest heaving, it takes you a minute to register that he spoke.

“What?” you ask, dazed by the handsome stranger with the steel blue eyes.

“My name,” he speaks softly. “It’s Bucky.”

You smile knowingly, and take a deep breath. It’s overwhelming, meeting someone that you know is going to be in your life forever. You’re both feeling the same, neither of you sure just quite what to do.

You grab his left hand, sighing quietly in relief at the feeling the cool metal against your heated skin. Leading him gently, he lets you guide him through the front of the store, until you stop behind the counter. He’s convinced he’d let you lead him anywhere, as long as he gets to feel your skin, soft and warm, on his. Grounding. Comforting. Easy.

“What kind of milk do you like?” you ask, fingers still intertwined with his.

“There’s more than one kind of milk?”

Bucky looks so disorientated, that you want to kiss the confused expression off his face. You chuckle softly, and the sound bounces off the metal in the room, twinkling around him.

“We have cows’ milk, oat milk, almond milk and soy milk.” You take one look at him, and decide to change course. “Let’s start with something less complex, actually. Any allergies I should know about?”

He shakes his head, mischievous grin beginning to form on his handsome face. There he is, you think. He’s with me.

“I’m going to make you a latte. It’s milky, and not too strong or too sweet. I think you’ll like it.”

She thinks I’ll like it, he muses. And he trusts you - whether it be with his life, or just a cup of coffee.

You reluctantly let go of his hand, and begin to flit around, gathering everything you need. Bucky leans back against the counter and watches carefully. He watches the way you bite your lip when you measure out the milk. He watches the way the steam from the coffee machine blows your hair back from your face gently. He watches the way you’re trying to make everything perfect. He can’t remember the last time someone paid attention to him like this. His mind is telling him to sprint in the opposite direction, to excuse himself and never come back. He’s terrified. But he stays. I deserve this, he thinks. I deserve something good.

You pull him from his thoughts by handing him the mug of warm coffee. He takes it from you carefully, and, without breaking eye contact, takes a sip. He smiles, really smiles. That’s all the validation you needed.

“Let me show you where we bake everything,” you say quietly, as if you’re afraid to burst this bubble of warmth and trust you’ve created. You’re scared he’s going to bolt if you give him the chance. So, you don’t. You take his hand once more, and guide him through to the kitchen.

“Have you done much baking in your life, Bucky?”

No, he thinks. But I will. I’ll bake everyday for the rest of my life if it means you’ll love me. If you’ll make me coffee and smile at me like that.

Instead, he answers cautiously.

“Not really. I’d like to, though.” He adds that last part bashfully. You smile back at him earnestly.

“Well then you’re in the right place,” you wink. He has the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees. To pray at your altar. To worship you like an angel sent down just for him. He’s surprised he’s still stood on two feet.

Before he can even register what’s happening, you’re beginning to create a mixture for your infamous cookies. You direct him to stir, while you add meticulously measured ingredients into the bowl.

“Put those arms to good use,” you’d smirked, and a blush had risen up to his cheeks almost instantly.

You click the radio on, and a soft, jazzy melody begins to drift through the room. You’re humming quietly, gliding around the kitchen, and he decides that this is it for him. You’re it for him. He could watch you do this every day and die a happy man.

Cookies baking in the oven, you jump up to sit on one of the counters. Bucky moves to stand in between your legs, still being careful to keep his distance ever so slightly. He knows if he touches you, he won’t ever want to let go.

“This wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be,” he confesses.

“What, me?” you tease.

“No. Coffee. And cookies,” he chuckles.

“Are there lots of things that you haven’t done because you find them scary?” you ask genuinely. You want to know him. All of him. Fears, wants, quirks. All of it.

“Yeah, actually. The world is so different now. I don’t really know where to start. It’s all terrifying, honestly,” he laughs. You laugh with him, but you know there’s truth to his words. You want to wrap your arms around him. He may be 6 foot tall and made of solid muscle and vibranium, but you want to protect him.

“Why don’t we do it together?”

A pause. He’s confused again.

“Do what together?”

“All of it. The learning. I’ll help you. Everything is less scary if you do it with someone else.”

It’s now that he’s convinced he’s dreaming. You can’t be real. Why would you be here, offering him everything, after all that he’s done? He has to remind himself. I deserve this. I deserve something good.

You can sense his trepidation, so you keep talking.

“Why don’t we make a list? You write down the things you want to learn about. I’ll write down other things I think you should know. You’ll be an expert on the 21st Century before long, Buck.”

Buck. The nickname sounds like a gift coming from your lips.

“Okay. Yeah. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

The anxiety is coming off him in waves. He’s panicking. You grab a hold of both of his hands, and place one on each of your legs, just above your knees. He steps in closer, and takes a breath. You’re warm, and you’re soft, and you’re love personified. He’s okay.

“Of course I don’t mind. I’m excited!” you assure him. Then, quieter, “It means I get to spend more time with you.”

He aims a beaming, megawatt smile in your direction. He feels as if his nerve endings are alight. You’ve awoken something in him. He’d forgotten what it was like to feel like this. To feel alive.

You reach over and grab your notebook. In it, you simply write his name, followed by a love heart. Then, underneath, you begin to list everything you can think of that you want to teach him. You hand the list to him, and he adds his own requests. Between you, you manage to write 50 different lessons.

“Perfect. We’ll start with number one, and work our way down. Are you busy tomorrow evening?”

He chuckles at your eagerness, but secretly, he can’t wait. He knows he’ll be counting down the hours until he can see you again.

“Nope, I’m not. You are my only priority, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment seeps into your skin, settles in your ribcage. You’re convinced it’ll warm you up from the inside out. If he keeps calling you sweetheart in that Brooklyn drawl of his, you’ll never be cold again.

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You’re not sure if you’ve been swaying in your kitchen with Bucky to Marvin Gaye for 2 minutes or 2 hours. You’re comfortably settled into him, as if the space in his arms was made especially for you. Maybe it was.

Bucky’s voice breaks through the solitude.

“You know, I’ve created my own list,” he murmurs against the top of your hair, where he’s resting his head.

You pull back, still in his arms, to look at him carefully.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Read it, and tell me what you think.”

He untangles himself from you and crosses the room, to retrieve his leather-bound notebook. He returns, and places it carefully in your awaiting hands.

You flick open the cover to reveal the first page. You recognise his handwriting instantly. It’s spiralling, and imperfect, but so Bucky. At the top of the page, you spot the title – your name, with a love heart next to it. Exactly the same as you’d done for him when you’d originally created your list together.

Underneath your name, only one thing is written.

I love you.

You look up at him, to see him watching you, holding his breath. Neither of you know what to say. You know what you want to say. You want to tell him that you hope the list never ends, so you always have an excuse to spend time with him. You want to tell him that you watched him walk past the door of the Bakery every day for 3 months because you thought he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. You want to tell him that every time he looks at you, you feel as if you’re going to pass out. You want to tell him that you can recognise him anywhere, by touch or smell alone. Instead, you say,

“You do?”

That genuine, million dollar smile is back, etched on his face. He’s glowing, light radiating from his bones.

“Yes. I do. I think I’ve loved you ever since I saw you waiting for me on the doorstep of the Bakery that day.”

You think you might be floating. Levitating above ground, fuelled by love. You laugh.

“That’s the exact moment I fell in love with you.”

He laughs with you, then. You could get drunk off the sound.

“I didn’t think love at first sight was a real thing. I thought I was going crazy,” he confesses.

He’s convinced that the two of you have discovered something, invented it even. Because he doesn’t understand. If love feels like this, so all encompassing, so consuming – how does anyone live? Every moment of every day, Bucky thinks of you. How does anyone go to work? How does anyone ever feel sad, or angry, when love like this exists?

You drop the notebook and cross the room to him. He closes the gap, and throws his arms around you, spinning you in circles, laughing with joy. He sets you back on your feet, and tilts your chin up, so you’re looking into his steel blue eyes. You could drown in the ocean of his irises if he let you.

He leans down, and presses his lips to yours. He’s giving you all of the love, the joy, the laughter – everything good that he has ever felt, because of you – through his kiss. Your knees go weak, and he holds you up by your waist, his strong arms encircling your frame. He tastes like coffee, and sugar, and promises. You’ll never want to taste anything else.

Eventually, you break away for air. You gaze up at him, and he sees sunshine in your eyes. He’s not sure what he did to earn a love like this. You seem to sense his doubts creeping in, because you say, in the most assured voice he’s ever heard –

“No one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”

I deserve this, he thinks. I deserve something good.

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One-time thing | s.jy

- what kind of girlfriend who lets their lover take someone else's virginity? it was all fun until someone goes beyond their limit

Pairing: fem! reader x Jake Sim x fem! reader's best friend

Genre: angst, SMUT

WC: 6.6k (not proofread)

Warnings ⚠️: hard/soft dom! jake, virgin bestfriend, cuck y/n, reader watching her bestfriend get fucked by her boyfriend, y/n's besfriend is sometimes called h/n, voyeurism, cucking, cheating (?), jealousy, unprotected sex, pet names, making out, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, pussy slapping, choking, spitting, hair pulling, multiple sex positions, creampie, breeding kink, JAKE FUCKS READER'S BESTFRIEND!, and cums inside her without your permission!

a/n: i was so hesitant to post this because of the plot so please read the WARNING! I've warned you enough so if you don't like this genre/theme please don't read it.

This is NOT your typical smut! This might be triggering to some so please read the warning and synopsis first!

Today’s your besfriend’s 21st birthday and you decided to treat her in one of your go-to places to unwind and have fun.

“hey” you call out to her while looking at the group of men across the table. “you’re 21, aren’t you like trying to get laid or something?” she almost choked from your question making her stare at you in confusion “oh please there are a lot of fine men in our campus” glancing back at the man who’s shamelessly eyefucking the two of you.

she just rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat “i’m not just giving my v card to anyone, especially to that weirdo”

“you’re boring” a message popped up in your phone and it was your boyfriend saying ‘i miss you’

It’s late in the night and he’s probably looking for you. They had a practice earlier this day and you couldn’t come because you had to accompany your bestfriend to get wasted. You missed him so bad already, even after he just railed you at the bleachers right before their practice.

You open the message only to see a mirror selfie of him sitting at the couch shirtless, manspreading, veiny hands gripping his boner through his grey sweats, with his tongue out. You cursed silently, salivating at thought of him touching himself as he waits for you to go back home and fuck each other til the next morning.

You heard the woman beside you gasp but she was quick to look away when you notice that she’s looking over your phone as well.

You glared at her raising one of your eyebrows. All she did was to whisper sorry’s as she just continued to chug the rest of the drink trying to get away from the embarrassment.

Oh you know her too well. You know she’s attracted to your boyfriend. Who isn’t?

“He’s so hot right?” you asked bringing your face closer to her. She became tensed and responded with ‘huh’ acting like she didn’t hear you.

“My boyfriend” you showed her the image so that she could have a better view. You stared at her watching her expression. “let me tell you, he fucks like an animal” you giggled, alcohol running all over your body. You’re so lost in your mind that you kept on teasing her and asking her questions you might regret. “do you wanna fuck my boyfriend?”

She was silent.

she just shrugged it off and grab her bag not uttering any words. You see her took her phone out to try and book an uber so you two could call it a day. The two of you are under the influenced of alcohol especially you, that you just voice out everything that goes in your mind. “come on, i’m not gonna be mad…. just be honest”

“i honestly wanna see my boyfriend fuck a girl in front of me… that’s hot” you’re friend can’t believe you right now, while you’re just laughing at the thought of it.

Once you calmed down you ask her again “so what do you say? i know you want t-“

“yes i want your boyfriend to fuck me like an animal” you stopped at the sudden confession. She thought that you’ll be mad but instead you just smirked and let out a laugh finding her cute.

“good answer” you winked at her as you grabbed her hands walking your way out of the bar.

-

The ride to your shared apartment with jake took you 20 minutes. The ride was silent being the radio the only source of noise as your friend is dumbfounded. Stunned from whatever conversation you just had earlier. “h/n, i’m gonna go now” you tapped her bringing her back to reality as you bid goodbye before getting out of the car.

Before you could open the door, your boyfriend did it for you as he was just waiting for you from the window. You are welcomed by his embrace, throwing yourself in his half-naked body. You rest your head against his chest when the image he sent to you earlier came across your mind.

“i missed you” he whispered kissing the top of your head. You look up to him and pecked his lips. “i could tell every alcohol you drank tonight” he chuckled lifting you on your way to the bedroom.

You’re dizzy and couldn’t think straight as of now. But you know where this is going, with how your boyfriend desperately suck on your neck leaving marks on it.

He lays you down the bed and immediately removed his sweats. You smirked seeing him not wearing any underwear. He then moved closer to you massaging your thighs as he leaves open mouthed kiss on your face down to your chest making you grip his hair.

You’re so lost that you didn’t realize how quick he removed your jeans leaving you with your laced panty. He stares at it for second before glancing back at you.

You’re tired and he can see it in your eyes. so he wasted no time pulling your panties down to your knees and start inserting his cock in to you in one go.

You whined to him placing both of your hands at the back of his neck bringing him closer to you. “don’t worry, im gonna make this quick… ahh” he groaned as he fasten his pace while using his thumb to rub your clit so you could cum faster “i fucked you earlier at the field…how are you still so tight…. ahh” he can’t form his words straight as he’s reaching close to his orgasm

“babe please im close” the tightening of your walls is enough for him to go crazy, and enough for him to cum. as you felt his warm seeds fills you up making you moan from pleasure, as you cum around his cock not long after him.

“thank you babe” he kissed your forehead and quickly pulls out lying down beside you.

The two of you cuddled each other not minding the uncomfortable feeling brought by the stickiness and sweatiness of your bodies. You just want to seize this moment and talk about how each of your days went. He talked about his training and how he missed staring and looking at you every time he scores a goal. You can’t help but say sorry but he is quick to say that he understands it because it was your bestfriend’s important day.

Speaking of your bestfriend, you suddenly remembered the shitty question you asked her earlier. You can’t help but be curious on how will your boyfriend react if you tell him that your friend wants to be fucked by him.

“babe…” you called out to him shifting your position to see his face. He hums staring at the ceiling.

“are you willing to take someone’s virginity” he scoffed looking at you and let out a laugh from the most random question. “what? i already took your v card babe” he pecked your lips “why? you want another round? i was holding back because you look so tired but i can give it to you“ he quickly positioned himself on top of you staring directly in your eyes with a smile.

“no jake calm your dick” he sighed in defeat and go back to his original position. You fixed yourself on his chest again before telling him the truth.

“i thought it would be hot if you were to be my bestfriend’s first….” your boyfriend isn’t dumb, so he gets what you meant by that. He knew about your bestfriend. He would be lying if he say she’s not attractive and hot as well. Silence filled the dark room as you feel jake’s chest goes up and down faster than the usual.

“what do you say” you broke the silence while rubbing the outline of his abs as you wait for his answer. Part of you wants him to disagree but more part of you wants him to say ‘yes’. He grabbed your face and made you look at him “are you okay with that?”

Hell yeah! You’re not blind not to see how he looks at your bestfriend every time the two of you hangout at the living room. You know how he purposely walks around the apartment without a shirt to flex his body and show off not only to you but also to your bestfriend.

You paused. You know you’re still influenced by the alcohol and you know you shouldn’t be making decisions. but for the sake of your own satisfaction “yes, i always thought it would be hot” you hid your face on his chest again shy from your weird kink.

You always thought about it tho, your boyfriend railing another girl in front of you is something you think about all the time when you’re alone touching yourself. You imagine how he would ruin the woman in front of you. It’s weird. You’re weird. At this point, you’re actually not helping your friend get their first experience, but you’re doing this for your own.

-

Your class finishes at 3 pm and you immediately went to your bestfriend’s classroom to fetch her. You look over the window and call out to her as she fixes her things.

She gave you a confused look as the smile in your face never leaving you. “why are you like that” she asks walking by your side.

“remember last night?” you stopped her movement and drag her to a place where there’s less students around

“what about last night?” you gave her a minute to think about what you talked about last night. Her eyes frightened as she gets what you’re trying to say.

“what? i thought that wasn’t serious-“ you cuts her off and pull her to get to your car “jake’s waiting”

-

As usual the car ride was dead quiet. You look at her every time the traffic light would turn red and you see how her face turned red as well. She’s nervous, not only because it’s her first BUT it’s her first with YOUR boyfriend!

“hey, relax” you said to her without looking away from the road. “everyone agreed to this, YOU want it, Jake agreed to it, I want it” you said giving her a quick look of assurance.

You’re both now in front of your apartment and you turn to your friend once again “girl relax, just enjoy it. Look it’s the finest man who’s taking your v card today” you exclaimed trying to hyper up. It’s true tho, not everyone experienced jake to be their first. He wasn’t your first and you regret it.

“Jake babe?” you shouted calling him as soon as you entered. You let your friend sit at the couch first as you roam around the house looking for your boyfriend.

You entered your room, you see there jake in school uniform lying down in his stomach scrolling through his phone. “babe” he jolted when he heard your voice getting up from the bed.

“oh is she there?” you nodded. He scanned himself in the mirror and fixed his clothes and hair. “why are you so worked up” you chuckled before opening the cabinet in front of you. “she’s waiting, go to her now, im just gonna look for someth-” he didn’t let you finish and went outside immediately shutting the door behind him. “don’t scare her!” you shouted before continuing to look for the camera.

It took you a while and when you came back you saw the two of them at the couch, your bestfriend sitting on top of your boyfriend’s lap clashing their lips together. She is pulling his hair while he’s holding the back of her head tilting it from left to right to deepen the kiss. You’re slightly shocked at the desperation of your boyfriend leading the heated kiss as you saw his tongue wandering all over her mouth.

Their kiss is getting wetter and messier that they couldn’t care less about your presence. He is grabbing his ass making her grind on top of his clothed cock. The sounds of their wet lips clashing and the lewd sounds they’re making is so hot that you can’t help but just watch them. They’re so messy with it that you see your friend’s chin and cheeks glistening from their mixed saliva.

“jake wait” she paused, catching her breath. But jake won’t stop going after her, biting the skin of her neck, jaw, ears, and quickly pecking her lips with mischievous grin on his face.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes seeing your boyfriend so desperate and needy “hey enough of that, go do your shit now”

You noticed how your friend lets out a sigh of relief that she can finally breathe properly.

You placed the camera at the side table, setting it up trying to get a better angle and lighting. Jake requested it last night that you record the entire thing. You don’t know for what reason but here you are.

“come here pretty” you were taken a back at the sudden pet name making you turn to him and raise your brow.

But jake didn’t seem to notice it as he pats his lap and massages his cock while licking off the excess saliva all over his plump and swollen lips.

you see how your boyfriend’s cock grew each time he massages it while eyeing down your best friend who’s now in between his legs.

This horny mother fucker! you knew he wanted to fuck your best friend.

Once the camera is settled, you sat into the chair in front of the couch where jake and your friend is.

“have you sucked a dick before?” he asked grabbing her hands and making her touch and squeeze his growing boner. Jake flashes his eyebrows while staring directly at her lips trying to flirt with her while flexing his cock against her small hands.

“she’s virgin jake, no one and nothing has ever entered or even touch any of her holes” you rolled your eyes growing impatient.

jake cursed silently and clenched his jaw at that information. He quickly looked at the large tent formed in his pants signaling her to open it. “go see what’s inside baby, it’s all yours” and winks at her

‘Baby? wow. You never called me that’

You watch your bestfriend slowly unbuckle and unzip his pants. Jake lifted his hips so that she can pull it in one go proudly displaying his long and veiny cock. You watch her reaction and you didn’t miss how she gulped at the sight in front of her.

She looked at you and cocked her brows as if she’s asking for your permission.

“Go girl it’s all yours” you reassured to her as she turns her attention back to your boyfriend who’s just staring lustfully at her.

“go easy on her babe, she’s afraid of huge things choking her” you said making jake put a smirk on his lips. He cupped her cheeks and told her to get started “don’t worry baby, i got you, now put that pretty lips in a good use yeah?” he held her chin up and gave her quick peck on the lips to calm her down.

You started to feel hot. You massages your breast and slightly pull your skirt up and starts working on yourself. But as the scene in front of you starts to become boring with all these cringey shit, you click your tongue and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“bestie that shit won’t kill you” she turns her head to you, nervousness evident from her face.

jake held her chin making her turn back to him once again. He tucks her hair behind her ears and gave her a forehead kiss saying “it’s gonna be fine pretty, i’ll take care of you” he smiled spreading his legs wider and move his hips closer to her face.

“come on baby, open up” he taps his cock on her lips before putting it in. You just watch there as she starts sucking off your boyfriend. Jake’s hand guiding her head slowly. You can see your boyfriend’s face being so turned on staring intently at your friend. Knowing him, you know he wanted to buck his hips so bad and fuck her throat to oblivion.

Receiving a head from you is definitely one of his favorite. You stare at him watching how he fights the urge to fuck her throat. You can’t help but laugh seeing him breathe so heavily, trying so hard to compose himself.

“fuck, i need to eat you out now” he pushed her head off of his cock and look at you

“can i babe?” he asked for your permission and you quickly responded with a yes “go do everything that will make her feel good, we can’t make her first sex experience boring”

“fuck” jake cursed at your approval and hurriedly unzip his hoodie and unbutton his uniform. You see your bestfriend watch him as he strips himself in front of her. You chuckled at how thirsty your friend is.

She can’t leave her eyes from your boyfriend’s hot physique, not when it is fully displayed in front of her. She finally got a closer look of it and most importantly she’ll finally be able to get a taste of it.

You’ve known your friend for so long - even before you met jake. You basically grew up liking each other’s tastes. So it’s not surprising for you to see her drooling over your boyfriend as you always catch her staring at his body during their practices. You would always invite her to watch their training after classes and she never even once declined your invitation knowing that jake will be there running around the soccer field shirtless. You even caught her capture a photo of his sweat-covered body and shamelessly zoom it in on his bulge. You can’t blame her tho, jake is hot and is the hottest guy in the campus.

“like what you see baby?” he scratches the back of his neck flexing his firm biceps and chest. Your friend look away and hides her face making you let out a sarcastic laugh “oh come on, don’t act like you don’t eye fuck him all the time”

Jake stares at her biting on his lips seducing your bestfriend “take off your panty for me now please” he ordered before laying down the couch resting his head at the edge.

You look at your friend as she took her panties off while looking at jake shyly. “girl, he’s seen almost everyone’s pussy in the campus, don’t be shy”

She was about to put her black underwear in her pocket when jake immediately grabbed it and shamelessly sniffed it in front of you.

“damn, calm down babe” you laughed out loud, finding the action of your boyfriend funny “you’re acting like you’re the one who’s virgin”

he gave you a silly smile and tossed the underwear anywhere in the room. He averted his gaze to your friend who’s seemed lost and doesn’t know what to do

“come here baby, my cock needs you now” he pouts tapping his legs

“go lay down on top of him and face his cock” she looks at where your boyfriend is, his body inviting her. But she’s stuck in her place not knowing what to do.

“watch” you bring yourself to jake and hopped to the couch. You show her how to do the 69 position.

You’re now face to face with your boyfriend’s dick, coated from your friend’s saliva. You grab it and deep throat him in one go making him moan and roll his eyes to the back of his head. You felt him lift your ass up and lick at your clothed pussy. “ugh…fuck jake!” you let out a high pitched moan, taken aback by his sudden action. You turned to him to see a sheepish smile and lolling his tongue out.

you rolled your eyes and turned back to your friend to ask if she gets it now.

she weakly nods her head unsure if she can do it. She examines jake’s figure as she makes her way to the couch.

She positioned herself on top of the guy, placing her knees on both sides of his head. Jake immediately forced her to sit down on his face and she gasp when she felt your boyfriend’s tongue against her bare pussy without a warning. She lets out a weak moans grabbing the head rest of the couch for support as jake starts eating her out.

She is crying for help from you when jake pushes her down and shuts her by stuffing her mouth with his cock.

She’s gripping the cushion beside her almost ripping it. You can see how much distracted she is as she can’t even continue to suck your boyfriend’s length due to his aggression in her cunt.

You turn to look at jake getting pussy drunk and basically lapping and making out with her cunt. He played with it together with his finger, using it to spread and open her pussy wider. He stares directly at it and spat before sucking on her clit.

“jake relax”

“sorry can’t help it, it taste good” he hummed. You rolled your eyes again before looking at your friend still struggling to compose herself from the strange feeling.

“hey, are you okay?” she shakes her head. She can’t handle the stimulation and the overwhelming pleasure she’s feeling from your boyfriend. You know she’s seeing stars. You know she’s feeling in heaven. She couldn’t totally talk right now, not when the guy below her is eating her out like a hungry dog is all she could think about.

jake is spreading her pussy lips with two fingers while guiding her hips to grind it against his tongue. You look at your friend hiding her face in jake’s pelvis, eyes shut, moaning and grunting against your boyfriend’s cock, still so overwhelmed and over sensitive. She kept on shaking her head crying, trying to lift herself away from jake “it’s too much ahh…”

But Jake hold her still, his grip on her hips is so firm keeping her sitted in his face. “relax baby, i know you like it… you’ll get use to it… now suck my cock please” he whined, his cock twitching and begging to be sucked.

jake is so needy! you see how your boyfriend desperately suck on her clit while inserting his long finger. You heard her muffled moans due to her mouth being stuffed full by your boyfriend’s cock. Tears are falling down from her face as jake started to slowly buck his hips upwards. You see how his cock unintentionally go out of her mouth not knowing if its due to his messy and unsteady thrusts or it’s just your friend who can’t suck a cock right.

She paused for a moment grabbing the cock away from her mouth as she moans out your boyfriend’s name “ughhh jake wait… ahhh” you can’t count how many times she screamed jake’s name but it’s understandable. Jake’s tongue work will definitely bring you to heaven.

You knew it wasn’t okay when you suddenly hear her screamed out the loudest scream. you quickly take a look at your boyfriend only to see him being drowned by the liquid spilling all over his face. But being the horny and nasty motherfucker he is, he is quick to catch it using his tongue slurping all of it.

You see your friend crying and shaking from the sensation.

You grabbed the camera and zoom it to your boyfriend lapping all over her pussy as he helps her ride her orgasm. She’s begging jake to stop from how his tongue is still moving against her sensitive pussy.

jake pauses for a bit to catch some air and stare directly at the mess made by your best friend “so fucking good” he said licking his lips and giving her pussy one long lick before letting go of her. “you taste so fucking good baby”

Jake gave her no time to recover and forces her to get up “get up baby we’re not done yet” he spanked her ass and gave it a squeeze

you looked at your friend lying on her stomach. Face fucked up, messy hair, and swollen lips, all because of this horny motherfucker in front of you.

You made eye contact with him and try your best not to laugh at the current state of your best friend. But he only smirked and winked at you. ‘This horny bitch’

“baby get up now” your boyfriend says in a silly tone while stroking his dick

“are we going to do the….thing?” your friend weakly asked, voice strained from an intense orgasm “do you have condom?”

jake came closer to her “no baby, im gonna need to fuck you raw” he whispered

“NO!”

they both looked at you. Silence filled the room, clock ticking being the only sound. The three of you stared at each other for a minute until jake broke the silence.

Of course you know your friend wants it! She’s a slut for your boyfriend! But jake?! You didn’t expect it!

He didn’t listen

jake didn’t listen. he lays her properly and peppered her with soft kisses on forehead, down to her jaw, sniffing her neck, biting her skin softly, quickly sucking on her nipples, kissing her tummy down to her inner thighs.

Damn, your boyfriend is so down bad, but he’s so caring and gentle with her. He’s always rough with you.

Do you find it hot? You hate to admit it but YES

Do you wish it was you? Definitely, Yes! but you don’t know why you’re anticipating what will jake do next. You don’t know why you want to see jake ruin her. Part of you want to be in her position right now but at the same time you don’t know why you find it so much hotter with your friend lying under your boyfriend. Maybe you’re a female cuck. Finding it hot how jake is so eager and desperate to fuck her. You find it so hot that you didn’t realize you were touching yourself again.

You got to your senses back when you hear the woman the beneath your boyfriend whimpering. Jake grabbed his fat cock rubbing it against her slit. You can see jake’s chest goes up and down hissing as he continues to tease your friend’s hole.

“gonna breed this fucking pussy” he whispered tapping his cock on her folds making her squirm and whine

“please…” she cried out feeling the heavy cock constantly hitting her. She’s arching her back pushing her core closer to your boyfriend’s cock.

“oh you like that hmm?” he asked leaning down to bite her lower lip

“you want me to fuck you while my girlfriend watches us?” he chuckled as he looks at you

you’re froze, you don’t know what’s going on in your mind and you’re letting your boyfriend fuck your friend WITHOUT protection. You only agreed to it but you never said he would have to do it without condom! It’s driving you insane, it’s making you mad! but your pussy says other wise. You feel hot at the thought of it. Is it okay with you? No! But You want to see it.

“such a whore” he slapped her dick once more against her folds collecting all the juices using its head

“babe look” he knows you’re getting jealous but he also knows you want to see him fuck your best friend. He asked you to look at him as he aligned his leaking cock to the pussy beneath him, still rubbing it with his tip. “can i fuck her now babe?” He looked at you with so much desperation. His gaze went down to your aching pussy being touched and penetrated by your two fingers.

“oh look at that, two sluts begging and so needy for my cock” he cooed teasing the both of you

“keep touching yourself while i fuck this pussy yeah” all you did was nod, too stunned to even oppose to his idea

“are you ready baby?”

“jake please i wanna feel you so bad”

“call me daddy” he gripped her jaw forcing her to open her mouth. He collected a good amount of saliva in his mouth and stick his tongue out letting it fall straight on to her tongue.

“swallow it” he commanded, you saw how her throat moved indicating that she really swallowed it. Jake leaned down humming as he lick over her tongue “good girl”

“please daddy” she moaned massaging her right boobs while locking eye contact with your boyfriend

“fuck me….ruin me…. daddy” she flirts back

“you’re gonna crave for my cock once you get a taste of it” he slapped her pussy making her whimper

“such a slut for letting me take your virginity huh?” he slaps it again

“i’m gonna be the only one fucking this pussy, understand?” he slaps it for the last time earning a nod from her

you didn’t know but that turned you on so much that you squirted just from hearing the two dirty talk with each other

jake laughed when he heard you scream out of pleasure “oh look at that” you were the last person he was expecting to cum or squirt that fast. But can you blame yourself?

he turn his attention back to the girl under him still not pushing his tip inside “i’ll make you squirt like that baby, you want that?”

“yes daddy.. fuck me now please” she reaches for his cock but jake was quick to tap her hand and slaps her folds for the nth time “you wait! you don’t want me pounding that hole do you?”

He quickly look over to you to check if you’re still fingering yourself.

Jake grunts as he slowly penetrates your best friend’s hole. Jake literally had her crying already just from the tip. “fuck baby let me in” he hissed clenching his jaw as he fights the urge to thrust all the way in. You know that your boyfriend wants to shove his whole cock. The veins in his neck being more prominent. Your best friend on the other hand is crying from pain.

“baby can you relax for me please” he leans down to kiss her forehead caressing her cheeks.

“slowly please” she cried out gripping on your boyfriend’s biceps

you see how her hole being split open by the girth of his cock and it turned you on much that you inserted your third finger to your hole this time.

They both moaned in unison when jake slowly pushes his cock all the way in. She lets out a pained moan arching her back and gripping onto the couch. Once he bottom out, he caressed her face once again wiping off the tears falling from her eyes and pecked her lips. “shhh.. it’s okay baby, you’re okay” and shooting her with a reassuring smile

it’s your first time seeing your boyfriend like this. So gentle that you can’t help but feel jealous.

“tell me if i can move” You were expecting him to turn his attention to you as he waits for your friend’s signal. But he didn’t, instead, they both stayed in that position with your boyfriend kissing all over her face waiting for her to fully adjust to his size.

Once he get the green light, he started slowly but making sure that his tip hits her cervix. he’s thrusting so slow that you’re able to watch in detail how his cock disappear into her hole every time he bottoms out. The sound of their wetness makes you crazy. You hear each sound made by his cock going in and out of her. They’re keeping eye contact with each other and you swear it was the hottest thing ever.

they were both moaning lewdly with every time jake hits all the spot inside her, and every time your friend clench around his cock. Jake hissed holding her hips still and stopped moving

“fuck baby if you keep doing that i won’t be able to control myself and cum right now” he said slowly trying to pull out and push it back in. He’s using two of his fingers to split her open because her tightness is driving him crazy.

their moans never stops. Jake arches her back and start moving faster this time.

the sound of their skins slapping, the groans and grunts made by your boyfriend and the whimpering of your friend is music to you ear.

you never stop touching yourself inserting 3 fingers in the same speed of how jake fuck your best friend. He looked at you when you made a needy sound

“look babe she’s taking me so well… fuck”

jake grabbed one of her leg and put it in his shoulder and started thrusting faster this time.

You’re mad but you’re so turned on at the sight of him. Head thrown back, his biceps are full of scratches, sweat dripping down his face down to his chest and abs. He’s so hot. They’re both hot

“you’re so tight baby girl” he pushes his hair up chewing on his lower lip. He’s staring at your friend’s abused pussy smirking, proud, seeing how it spreads so widely.

when jake gets bored in that position, he puts her in a mating press. He gently brought both of her legs to his shoulders and leaned down bringing himself closer. He angled his hips and you can see your friend crying from how deep and hard this position allowed your boyfriend to pound into her hole. She’s screaming loud as ever feeling the cock tearing her apart.

you can see jake losing his control, he doesn’t even look at you and ask for permissions. He clearly wants to do it in his way.

he grabbed the back of her head and start making out with her again. He wasted no time swallowing your friend’s moans and screams, almost eating and licking the entirety of her face from desperation.

he pressed her leg even more to her face and fucked her faster and deeper. You can see and hear each pointed thrust your boyfriend made.

he looked at you movements not stopping “can i cum inside her” he hissed feeling how her walls grips her cock becomes harder and tighter.

You don’t know how to respond so you just stare at him still pleasuring yourself.

“jake please” you heard your bestfriend whine trying to get your boyfriend’s attention by clenching her pussy once again

you heard jake gasp “ahhh fuckk… I know baby girl i know” he started to move again. You watch them as they become more bolder and bolder as if you weren’t there.

“ride me” he quickly grabbed her by the waist and sat down without pulling his cock out

“move baby girl, show her how good you ride my cock” you saw how jake bit his lips and lick the side of her neck while staring at you.

Is he purposely making you feel jealous?

his hands gently massages her hips as he guides her up and down his cock

“fuck baby girl, you’re taking me so well…. still so tight” he throw his head back against the couch and puts both of his hands at the back of his head displaying his pits. You notice how jake watch her ride his cock and keeping eye contact with her with his mouth open while encouraging her to do better.

“good girl” she uses jake’s chest as a support beginning to fasten her movement above him.

you can see how jake reacts, whole body twitching signaling for his close orgasm “you see how deep you take me baby hmm?” he grabs her hair and forced her to look at the bulge forming at her abdomen “such a good girl for me” he pulls her hair back and starts sucking on her neck. Your friend throws her head back giving more access to your boyfriend. His mouth went down to her breast sucking on its nipples simultaneously.

he grabbed her waist and halts her movement. with both of his hands he starts moving by himself, punishing your best friend’s already ruined hole. He fucks into her really fast and hard making her grip in to jake’s hair strangling him for being so rough. She brings her self closer to jake, boobs bouncing and touching your boyfriend’s nose as jake continues to try and reach his orgasm

“ahh… im gonna fuck you full, m’gotta make you pregnant” his movement from below become impossibly faster as successive moans escapes his wide open lips

you’re crying upon hearing him say those words but still finding the scene in front of you so hot as you’re fingers move faster too

“im cumming too jake” she utters weakly as jake continues to pound her from below

“fuck yeah cum with me baby”

“cream my cock….fuck….ohhh…..ahh….” a long groan escaped his lips as he finishes with few more pointed thrust. He threw his head against the couch, hands never leaving her hips as he made few more slow and deep thrust onto her making sure that he fucks all of his seed inside. Your friend in the meantime couldn’t bring herself to talk or even make a sound as pleasure took all over her body, cumming for the second time with your boyfriend.

“so good, so fucking good baby” he said catching his breath. Your friend fell down on jake’s body panting and crying in the crook of his neck

he came a lot that you see some of it drips out of her hole

“fuck this pussy” he bucked his hips once again making her jolt

you heard jake cursed and made a long groan as your friend clenched around him upon hearing those words. “how are you still so tight baby? didn’t i fuck you well enough?” she lets out a small chuckle weakly slapping jake’s chest.

They just laugh it off as jake traces the skin of her back and rubs it gently, planting kisses at the side of her head. “you did so well baby, you think you can squeeze my cock for the last time hmm?” he pouts making your friend laugh again “jake stop”

they stay in that position for a while as your boyfriend requested her to cockwarm him. He looks at you while he’s brushing her hair softly who’s now asleep against his bare chest.

He looked down your dripping pussy. He didn’t notice that you already came by yourself. You can’t help but feel jealous and neglected. You look away from him and made an excuse to leave the room.

You weakly smiled at him as you fix yourself and make your way to your shared room to clean up and get a rest.

jake’s eyes followed you as you slowly disappear from his vision. He felt bad, he really did. especially after that bittersweet smile you gave him earlier.

He lifted the weak woman on top of him and slowly pulls out his flaccid cock and lays her down the couch. He can’t help but smirk at the sight of her pussy dripping with his cum.

But he push that thought away and proceeds to clean her up.

He made his way to your room. He needs to make things up to you. He needs to make you feel that he loves you more and that his cock will always crave for you.

It isn’t his fault tho, you were the one who requested this.

And

It was just a one time thing right?

or NOT

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[spacerockfloater]

i can't TB reaction to the trailers is so funny

they are MAD. i see so many "they can cry about daemon's popularity all they want!!!" posts when no one is talking about daemon. they were also so shocked to find out that TG agrees that aemond is being delulu when he said that daemon is afraid of him - that's why we love him he's our delulu king!!!

they make posts mocking TG posters and being angry about "how can people be TG" it's honestly embarrassing.

This is so true and funny!

“They can cry about Daemon’s popularity-” hun no one gave a shit about him, all we care for after the new trailer is Aemond, but if the shoe fits… And while we’re on that subject, the only reason we could be complaining about regarding his popularity would be the fact that we can’t believe the insane amount of willing and blind victims that live among us in the 21st century. How can you choose to ignore all the people slaughtering, all the police violence, the murdering, the grooming, the misogynism, the lies, the manipulation, the backstabbing, the abuse, the neglect and so on that this man has inflicted because you find him hot? Like, babes, how can you miss all the red flags? Is your name Team Black because y’all are colourblind or something?

Like, I can name 500 reasons why I’ve sided with Team Green but wanting Daemon to stay as far as possible from any position that would grant him power is reason enough, the fuck?

P.S. Daemon may not be afraid of Aemond, but he certainly recognises him as his equal. He choses to fight against him and knows that he’ll meet his end at God’s Eye. Aemond is able to rival him, even if is less experienced than him and has a slower and older dragon. When Daemon plunges his sword in Aemond’s head, they’re both already falling to their deaths. Aemond, as a young man hungry for survival, is trying to save himself, while Daemon, being more than 20 years his elder, knows dearth is inevitable and he’s already accepted his; he simply wants the satisfaction of piercing Aemond before he dies, so he seazes this opportunity while his nephew is too busy trying to make it out alive and lands the killing blow. Daemon was ready to go, Aemond was not. This does not make Daemon better than Aemond.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #team green #house hightower #hotd #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #pro aemond targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

hi. alot is happening. bumming off wifi rn. i'm copy/pasting someone from a doc i started in libra office with no internet.

A LOT IS HAPPENING BEHIND THE SCENES AND I’M KEEPING TRACK.

The landlady has made excuses to not give us back the security deposit. She keeps having Dave’s boss call him in a foul mood will all kind of threats and accusations of things we supposedly broke/ruined.

1.) On our first night out of there she has already threatened to call the cops on us by claiming that we filled the house with perfume before we left so it’ll hurt her. What happened was we cleaned it because she demanded that it was clean like it supposedly was when we moved in(it wasn’t clean when we moved in). We used that Meyers shit, which has a pretty muted scent and is supposed to be safe for the environment. And it was just basic sweeping, dusting, and then doing up the ktichen and bathroom just to be safe.

2.) Today she has claimed that we filled the washing machine with motor oil to ruin it as punishment before we left. She swears the whole house smells of oil, after screaming about it smelling like too much perfume that was supposedly used to hurt her breathing. Mind you, mom is an asthmatic so we can’t use things with strong scents because it will fuck her up. If we bought oil, it would be for the van cuz that shit is expensive and we wouldn’t be wasting it on HER of all people.

By now, Dave’s boss is aware that she cannot legally withold the deposit and that she’s trying to use the fact that Dave is a dumbass, against him. Mom however, knows the laws, and the lease said nothing about not using scented cleaners OR perfumes, and she does not have a legit reason to not give us the $1600 back. If she took it to court it would not hold. She has to make an itemized list of her claims, Dave has to acknowledge whether or not they are true, and then it goes to court.

fyi I took videos of everything in the house. Bethy’s Room, Mom’s Room, Bathroom, Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen. All items that were hers, such as the Oven, Fridge, Washer, Dryer, Toilet, Sinks,Tub/Shower, random Recycle Bin, and Wall Hangings. Inside and Out. All details were recorded before we left. I even recorded us leaving at exactly 11:23 PM Feb 15th 2024, and recorded turning the light off.

Let’s see if she comes up with something else tomorrow. ~5:22 PM Feb, 17th 2024

3.)

Feb, 21st 2024:

I’ve just been informed by Bethy that Dave has gone on to further embarrass us. He insists that he’s got all these racing friends(and tbf they promised to help fund a big event to raise money for us 2 years ago, and then ghosted him AND Bethy when they asked what they had to do to help) who will help and has been harassing them for money.

One of them, an active dirt racer, posted a screenshot with Dave’s full name in a text convo begging for cash. And then half a dozen other dirt racers, active and retired, shared that he’s been hitting them up for money too. How he was in people’s posts about random shit beggn for money and then how he got swindled under his own comment by someone mocking him and posting the same thing he did with a small wording change about leaving an abusive house and Dave not only fell for it but then said he’d try to help them.

And now the greater dirt racing community is aware of this and are mocking him and us and some are making inquiries about Bethy’s well-being in connection to Dave. And their wives are having things to say about how he’s a bad parent and she should be taken away from him.

And I need to remind everyone that this is to pay off a blackmailer who is demanding $300 a week now. Bethy got a bit more info out of him on that and it apparently involves a photo. And there are only 2 types of photos that can get him in legal trouble(since he believes he CAN go to jail over this). So either he sent an unsolicited dick pic, which won’t receive much punishment cuz he’s a man who LOOKS white enough. OR it’s child p0rn, and he’s never given that vibe out of everything fucked up with him so I’m not exactly sure.

But he walks around demanding to know ‘did anyone give us money yet’ and people have donated to the GFM and Mealtrain, and I’ve earned about $100 on Ko-Fi recently, and we haven’t told him cuz he won’t use it for anything good.

He’s been bumming extra money off his boss despite knowing that the van need fixing, we need hot water and heat, and several other problems that need fixing ASAP. And his boss is asking questions and is getting nastier and nastier cuz he doesn’t trust Dave’s intentions and shitty lying.

There is no lease. The owner of this house knows Dave's boss and they supposedly came to an agreement that so long as Dave fixes up this house, we can stay here in the mean time for free. They supposedly made an agreement that Dave's boss will buy everything we need to fix the house up and then send all the receipts to the friend who will then pay him back.

And now Dave's boss is getting so fed up with Dave and his wishy-washy behavior and begging for all this money all the time that he does not earn, that he is now saying he never made any such promises. And he refuses to contact the owner of this house at all. There is no recording. No contract. No signatures. No proof that such a discussion went down at all. It is Dave’s word(unreliable) against the boss’(the one with money and power here) word.

Dave has no way to contact the owner either. Cuz he didn’t think that was necessary apparently. He was perfectly fine making his boss the go-between until his boss got angry.

So our ability to even stay here is hanging in the balance.

Can’t wait to see what other bad news I’m gonna find out.

#poverty

[vintagegirl01]

I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 1)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

Everyday the same thing happens. You go to work. Tend to your responsibilities at home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen, you can’t help but still yearn for more to do with your life.

Despite getting your degree and finding a part-time job to pass time until you are able to find a more permanent career path, you can’t help but feel as if you aren’t living your life the way you should be. Still in your early twenties and have no idea what you’re supposed to be doing with your life. Nevertheless, you go by the motions because you hold onto the hope that one day everything will fall into place as it should.

After finishing your nightly routine, you get into the sheets of your bed and close your eyes. Believing that what you’re seeking out of life will find you soon.

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When you wake up, you are shocked to see that you are no longer in your room. Instead, you seem to be inside a passageway of some kind that looks to have been abandoned based on the amount of cobwebs and dust you try to avoid inhaling.

Noticing the lanterns at the bottom, you decide to follow them in the hopes that it will lead you out of here.

As you make your way out of the passageway, you take notice of how dark everything is. A few minutes pass and you finally seem to be getting somewhere when you see a brown wooden door. You then open the door as quietly as you can to get an idea of where you are since you heard voices.

Looking from the doorway, you notice that the area is heavily surrounded by guards, male and female, wearing heavy metal suits.

Almost looks like something you see in sci-fi movies, you thought.

Noticing that none of them are facing you directly, you decide that your best plan of action would be to slowly walk away from their direction and begin walking where your feet will carry you. You have no idea where that is but anything is better than sitting around doing nothing at all.

Before moving forward with this plan, you barely remembered that you are still wearing your Dr. Strange Multiverse shirt and flannel looking shorts . Realizing that you will already stick out, you decide it may be best to try and draw less attention to yourself.

Looking around you, you notice there’s a long, brown hooded cape that is hanging on what looks to be a nail. Deciding it’s your best bet, you shake out whatever mess you could off of it and put it on.

You check if the close is clear one more time before heading out.

So far, so good, you thought.

You feel confident that you are about to get out soon until you suddenly hear a voice behind you ask.

“ Are you lost?”

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Thinking through your opinions carefully, you decide to feign ignorance (mostly because you have no idea where you are) and pretend you are looking for directions out of me.

As you turn around, you almost hold your breath at the man in front of you. This man is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

He is of average height with wavy hair and kept up facial hair and is wearing a dark green uniform of some kind.

Although, the think that you are most entranced with by him his dark brown eyes. As they seem to have this intensity that would make any woman feel special.

Not wanting to look more like a fool in front of him due to you lack of a quick response, you decide to talk to him.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”

“You’re in Caladan castle.”

“Caladan, can’t say I’ve heard of that city or country before.”

“My lady. Caladan isn’t any of those things. It’s a planet. The one that has proudly been my ancestral home, House Atreides Home, for about 10,000 years.”

“Planet? 10,000 years. Wait…” You begin taking in your surroundings more seriously as well as the information this man has told you. “What year is it?”

“10,172.”

“Oh.”

As soon as the handsome man finishes telling you this, the last thing you see is darkness with so many running thoughts.

No way are you that far into the future. One minute you were asleep in your room, the next you end up in an unknown place and time.

Tagging:

@autismsupermusicalassassin

#duke leto x reader #duke leto #duke leto x you #duke leto atreides #leto atreides x you #leto atreides x reader #dune 2021 #dune part one #dune movie #dune #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac characters

[numinousmysteries]

Dancing the Tandava (9/10)

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

Princeton, New Jersey 1993

On the drive up to Princeton, Scully listens to Mulder and William discuss classic science-fiction movies and their 21st century reboots. She wishes she could share their easy connection but her shock and disbelief intervenes. It feels unfair that William has this intimate knowledge of her as a mother but she knows so little about him. He is the product of her body and years of her nurturing and yet she feels a gap separating herself from him that she can’t quite bridge.

William is intelligent, kind, and curious. He’s soft-spoken and patient, but confident with a sense of humor. He’s exactly the type of young man she’d be proud to have as a son thirty years from now. The DNA test she ordered and reviewed herself proves William is her son and Mulder is his father, which means that at some point in the future, she and Mulder get together. And, since it seems like they’ve been parenting William as a couple, they manage to stay together. It’s a possibility that intrigues and terrifies her.

On the highway, she closes her eyes and tries to imagine Mulder as her husband and William as their grown son. As William describes the expanded universe of Star Wars prequels and sequels to Mulder who peppers him with questions, she can see the three of them naturally easing into these roles. But she and Mulder have never even kissed, let alone done anything that would result in the conception of a child. As much as she finds herself drawn to Mulder, she can’t imagine this single-minded man leaving his quest behind to live a quiet, domestic life.

“Scully, can you believe this?” Mulder asks, calling her back into her body. “George Lucas bastardized the entire metaphysical beauty of the Force with these, what are they called, William?”

“Midi-chlorians,” Williams says from the backseat.

“Midi-chlorians,” Mulder says, shaking his head dismissively. “You sure you want to go back to the future? It sounds pretty grim.”

“It has its ups and downs,” William says. “There’s someone I want to see.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mulder asks, flashing William a grin in the rearview mirror.

“My friend, Hannah. I mentioned her,” William says shyly. “I just miss her I guess.”

Scully peeks in the mirror and sees a blush spreading across William’s cheeks. He may have Mulder’s nose and lanky frame, but with her light coloring he can’t hide his embarrassment any better than she can. She turns to smile at Mulder and finds he’s already giving her a toothy grin. He’s proud of his son, she thinks, and she’s starting to feel pride bubble up within herself.

***

A flash of their badges grants Mulder and Scully access to the building that houses Princeton’s physics department. Scully catches William smiling, clearly impressed by how willingly the building’s security guard yields to his parents’ authority.

As soon as the elevator opens to the floor of Bellona’s office, they hear a man and woman arguing. Mulder raises a hand to hold Scully and William back from stepping forward so they can listen without being noticed.

“This is insane, Samita,” the man shouts. “Why would you want to give up the research you’re passionate about to work for the government on something so secretive they can’t even tell you what it is?”

“That’s exactly why I need to do it,” the woman responds. “This is the cutting edge of quantum research. What I learn on this project could revolutionize the entire field. It could be detecting dark matter, or even finding ways to utilize it. We’re making such small steps now, imagine if we could take a giant leap forward—what we could possibly learn if we had unlimited resources.”

“Resources from the military-industrial complex! You came here to unlock the mysteries of the universe, the origins of why we’re all here. And now you want to leave to work on what’s most likely a weapon that could kill millions?”

Their argument continues but their voices are lower now and Scully can’t hear what they’re saying. She looks to Mulder but he’s just as focused on trying to make out what Bellona and his wife are discussing. Scully wonders what line of questioning they’ll actually take once they get to Bellona. Knowing Mulder, he’ll probably come straight out and ask if he has plans to craft a time machine thirty years from now.

“I’m not going to let you hold me back,” Shah cries out. Her shout is followed by the sound of a door slamming.

Ballona huffs and heads toward them in the hallway. He’s a slight man with dark hair and glasses. As he makes his way to them, Mulder whispers to William, “Is that him?” and William nods.

“Dr. Bellona?” Scully says. “We’re Special Agents Scully and Mulder with the FBI and we have some questions for you.”

“Samita,” Bellona calls back. “Your friends the feds are here!”

With an exasperated sigh, Shah reopens her office door and comes to meet them in the hallway.

“Dr. Samita Shah,” she says, reaching out her hand to Scully. “How can I help you?”

“You don’t know them?” Bellona asks incredulously. “I assumed these were some of your government pals.”

Shah glares at him with ice in her deep brown eyes.

“Are you working on a government project?” Mulder asks.

“I’m considering it,” Shah says guardedly. “I was offered a contract by the department of defense. Are you here on their behalf?”

“No, Dr. Shah,” Scully says. “We’re actually here to speak with your husband.”

“Well, this will be a quick conversation,” Bellona snaps. “No, I’m not interested in collaborating with you.”

“Dr. Shah, do you know the nature of the project you’ve been asked to assist on?” Mulder asks. “Or where you’d be stationed?”

“I haven’t been fully briefed yet, no,” she says. “But I’d be working at Camp Hero on Long Island. It’s an older military base that’s being recommissioned for this project.”

Scully freezes and locks eyes with Mulder. She can see William looking at her wide-eyed in her peripheral vision.

“We need to visit that base,” Mulder says. “Would you be able to get access?”

Shah squints. “I believe I could. Let me make a call.”

She turns around and walks back to her office, leaving Mulder, Scully, and William with Bellona in the hall.

“Dr. Bellona, are you familiar with the Hindu god Shiva?” William asks. Scully looks at him nervously, unsure where he’s going with this.

“You’re better off asking Samita than me. Her family is Hindu,” he says. “But I’m familiar with the broad strokes. Lord Shiva is one of the religion’s three primary deities. He’s known as The Destroyer, but he’s associated with creation as well. You’ll often see him depicted dancing the tandava, a brisk choreography that has the power to create or destroy the universe.”

“I’m sorry,” he pauses. “Who are you? And what does this have to do with me and Samita?”

“Um, my name is William,” he says. “I’m…assisting on this case.” Bellona gives Mulder and Scully a questioning look but they don’t dispute William’s claim, so he goes on. “Is there any connection you can think of between Shiva and your research? Or with the project Dr. Shah is working on?”

“No, not really,” Bellona says. After a pause, he adds, “Well, in a very abstract sense, the tandava mirrors the dynamic movement of particles in quantum mechanics. Heisenberg even said quantum physics will make more sense to those who’ve read the Vedic texts. But, in practice, no, there’s no link.”

“What about if you were working on a particle accelerator? Would it be relevant then?” William continues.

“I suppose you could make the leap to connecting an accelerator’s capability to recreate the original conditions of the universe’s formation to Shiva’s role in the cyclic creation, destruction, and re-creation of the universe, but it’s quite the leap. And even the world’s largest particle accelerators haven’t even been able to confirm, yet alone re-create, the existence of subatomic particles such as the Higgs boson that are essential to that theory. Besides, it would take a real megalomaniac—or someone with nothing to lose—to want that kind of power for himself.”

Someone with nothing to lose. The words echo in Scully’s mind. “Dr. Bellona, could you give my colleagues and I a moment?” she asks.

“Sure,” he says. “I’ll go check on Samita.”

Once the three of them are alone in the hallway, Mulder turns to Scully and asks what’s on her mind.

“William, you mentioned in the car that Bellona and Shah aren’t still married in 2023, right?” she asks.

William nods.

“And have you heard of a Dr. Samita Shah working in the field? She already has an impressive resume and it’s hard to believe that she wouldn’t be leading a world-class quantum mechanics lab thirty years from now.”

“No, I’ve never heard of her. And I do follow this stuff pretty closely,” he says.

“Then I wonder if something happened to her at some point, something terrible that led Bellona to become the very type of megalomaniac he’s describing. With the advantage of an additional thirty years of advancements in the field of quantum physics plus a far more powerful particle accelerator, he could be dangerous.”

Mulder and William both stare at her and she can see them processing her theory.

“So you think Bellona, in 2023, either sees himself as a modern-day Shiva or is trying to harness Shiva’s energy to destroy the world?” Mulder asks tentatively. She realizes it’s typically the type of theory he would posit but the pieces are starting to fall into place. Besides, the results of the DNA test can’t be denied.

“I do,” she replies. “And I think our best hope for stopping him is making sure nothing happens to Dr. Shah.”

“How can we do that?” Mulder asks. “What do you think happened to her?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “It might have to do with William, or Camp Hero. There must be a reason he appeared when and where he did.”

“I think we all need to make a trip to Camp Hero,” Mulder suggests. Scully and William nod in agreement.

They hear a door open and Shah and Bellona return from the office.

“Okay,” Shah says. “I spoke to my contact at Camp Hero and I can go up and meet with them today. I didn’t ask about bringing any visitors, but I can try to get you in.”

Mulder, Scully, and William follow Shah and Bellona downstairs. “Follow us,” Shah says before they separate and head to their cars.

Scully trails behind Mulder and William, watching them walk in step. Nearly equal in height, their strides match and their mannerisms are almost perfectly mirrored. The doubts she had about William’s origin are evaporating, even if she didn’t have concrete DNA evidence to prove his parentage. She’s desperate to know what changes in her life over the next thirty years lead her to becoming the mother of this bright young man—and Mulder’s partner in more ways than one. Learning that information, though, she knows, won’t replace the experience of living through it all. Her only hope of getting to see firsthand what the future holds is to ensure William’s safe passage back to his version of 2023, even if it means having to say goodbye to him now.

***

As Shah’s guests, Mulder, Scully, and William get a much warmer reception at Camp Hero than they did on their first visit. As they drive through the gate behind Shah and Bellona’s car, Mulder smirks at the guard in his post. Scully smiles but keeps her eyes focused in her lap in embarrassment.

They follow Bellona and Shah to a squat, square building next to a taller one that’s capped by the radar dish. The walls of both buildings are tagged with bubbly graffiti letters and it appears as if the site hasn’t been active in years. Except for a few military vehicles, the parking lot is abandoned. Weeds poke through gaps in the pavement.

A uniformed man in his 50s greets them at the door. He’s stocky and solid, built like a refrigerator, with a thick, but neatly trimmed mustache.

“Dr. Shah, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says. “I’m General Jenkins, we spoke on the phone. You’ll have to excuse the desolate atmosphere around here. We’re just starting to get the base up and operational again, but we should have everything you need to begin your work.”

They follow Jenkins through a concrete hallway with a lingering mildew smell. Switch boxes and rusted-over equipment line the walls. Jenkins leads them to an unmarked door that he opens by keying in a four-digit code. Inside are rows of workstations with computers, but no people.

Jenkins guides Bellona and Shah to one of the desktop computers, booting it up to demonstrate something to them while Mulder, Scully, and William survey the scene.

“That’s the door I came through,” William says, pointing to a thick, metal door with a round vault closure at the other end of the room. “There’s a tunnel behind there.”

“The Phoenix III tunnel,” Mulder says. “That must be the entrance to the wormhole.”

Mulder and William glance at Scully, waiting for her to debunk the theory. In light of everything she’s seen, though, and as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Mulder’s explanation makes more sense than anything else she can think of.

“Any idea how we can reopen the wormhole?” William asks.

“There must be a localized disruption in spacetime,” Scully thinks aloud, trying to reconcile her understanding of the laws of physics with William’s unbelievable appearance. “Two, actually. One here caused by whatever military technology—”

“Extraterrestrial technology,” Mulder interjects.

“—whatever technology they’re using, and one at CERN in 2023 that Dr. Bellona created with the large hadron collider. If they’re both activated at the same time, the wormhole will open and William, or whoever is in the tunnel at that time, will be able to travel between the two locations.”

“Bellona is going to try it again,” William says. “I just remembered he said he was doing a ‘test run,’ so it must have been for another experiment, possibly even a more powerful one.”

“Then we have to get them to activate the time tunnel here,” Mulder adds.

“But how?” William asks.

“Dr. Shah,” Scully says. “They want her to work on this project. She can ask them to demonstrate the technology before she commits.”

“It’s worth a shot,” Mulder says.

They agree it’d be best for Scully, as a scientist, to appeal to Shah and ask if she’ll go along with the plan. She takes a deep breath, then goes to pull Shah away from Bellona and Jenkins. Without explaining her time travel theory—she doesn’t want the other woman to think she’s insane—she manages to convince Shah to request a demonstration from Jenkins.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting to see,” Jenkins says after listening to Shah’s request. “I’ve seen the technicians run the experiment a few times and it just looks like gibberish on a computer screen to me. Of course, we can’t declassify any sensitive information until you’ve signed the necessary paperwork, but if you want to watch a technician press a few buttons on the computer, be my guest. Let me get our technician.”

Jenkins leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a tall, thin man with a goatee. The man nods at William, who gives him a look of recognition in return.

“You know him?” Scully asks.

“He was here the night I turned up,” he says quietly to her.

“How can I help?” The man asks.

“Whatever experiment you were running the night William appeared, I need you to recreate those exact conditions and repeat the coordinates,” Scully instructs him.

“I just push the buttons,” the goateed man says, resigned, and takes up position at one of the desktop computers.

“And I’ll go in the tunnel,” William says.

“No one goes in there,” Jenkins barks.

“Sir, with all due respect,” the technician says. “I think it’d be in our best interest if he does go. He’s the one I told you about who turned up here the other night? If your concern is maintaining the secrecy of the project, I don’t think you’d want him hanging around.”

Jenkins nods. Scully thinks that it ultimately doesn't matter whether the technician truly cares about William’s return or only in hiding any evidence of time travel. Either way, their only chance of getting William back where he belongs is getting him in that tunnel.

William heads toward the vault door and Scully instinctively walks beside him. Even if she can’t understand or explain how he came to be, she’s suddenly acutely aware that she doesn’t want to lose her son. She feels the need to hold him in her arms and protect him.

When they’re directly in front of the door William turns to her and says, “You have to convince Shah not to work on this project. She has to stay at Princeton or else something will happen to her and it’ll send Bellona down the path to destroy the world in 2023.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” she says.

“Yes, you can, mom,” he insists, taking her hands in his. “Explain to her that she isn’t going to find any answers here. These researchers only want to use her for her abilities and then they’ll dispose of her to keep their work secret. You and dad told me you’ve seen things like this over the years. Shadow government projects with no respect for human life. I have a feeling that’s what’s going on here. She’ll listen to you.”

“I’ll try,” she says, squeezing his hands. Even though his eyes are as blue as her own, she sees so much of Mulder in his gaze—his desire to believe, even in her, and the trust he puts in her.

William lets go of her hands. He twists the vault door open and peers into the darkness.

“Wait,” Scully hears herself say the word before she thinks it.

She feels both William and Mulder’s eyes on her now. Mulder crosses the room to stand beside them.

“What if something goes wrong and you end up not returning to 2023…or never existing at all?” She steps closer to William and grabs onto his hands again. “I don’t want to risk losing you.”

“Mom,” William's voice catches in his throat. “It’s going to work. You figured everything out yourself. I need to get back. I’ll see you…in the future.”

She takes him into her arms and hugs him tight, closing her eyes to allow the smell and feel of him to surround her. Her son is brave and loyal like his father. For the first time since she saw him, she senses a deep bond between them that transcends time and logic. It’s an instinctual love like she’s never felt before. Like a birth she has no recollection of, she feels a physical pain as their bodies separate and she releases him from her hold.

She watches as Mulder hugs him next, knowing the link between them is just as strong. “You’ve got this, buddy,” Mulder says to his son, tapping him on the back before letting him go.

“We’ll see him again one day,” Mulder whispers to Scully, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. His weight feels warm and safe against hers, and she eases into him.

“I can’t wait,” Scully murmurs. Despite her fears, she smiles. Tears stream down her face as William disappears down the tunnel.

#xfiles #txf #xf fanfic #msr #xfiles fanfic #x files #the x files

[minyare2906]

[RELEASE] HANAKOI TSURANE CH60

Title: Hanakoi Tsurane | Dance of Love | 花恋 つらね

Author/Artist: Natsume Isaku Rating: +18

Summary: The self-destructive type, Sougorou is the heir of one of the well-known families in the Kabuki world. He has no interests in other actors his age with the exception of Gensuke who he recognizes as his rival and never wants to lose no matter what. However, fate plays a cruel trick on him and the two of them end up as classmates… How will their relationship develop…?!

Chapter 60 Download/Read online: Here

Note: Hi! Are you alive and cozy or do you live in Spain? XD

Man either we’ll melt or we won’t survive the drought. Don’t they say that when people who can’t sing do it, it rains like crazy? Well, it doesn’t work…

Another month, another chapter and we’re already up to 60! I can’t believe I’ve been doing this project for so long… Actually, I’d liked to release this sooner, but, like last time, life decided that it won’t happen. Toshirodragon has gone through some sad days, so proofreading had to wait and the release too. My motto in this group is “Life always comes first”, even if that means to leave a release aside for several weeks, sorry about what you, readers have to wait, but members come first.

I’m dying to see the chapters where the lovebirds will play “Chuushingura”. There’s a small explanation about this play at the beginning, so you can understand a bit what it is about before reaching the chapters that will portray it. Maybe sensei plans that to be the main axis of volume 10, now that volume 9 is coming to an end. I’m afraid that big drama is ahead, so hold on tight!

So, this was supposed to be a release for Toshiro’s birthday on the 21st, but, like with Adamay’s, it came later, so belated happy birthday Toshirodragon!!

As always, I wanna thank my mates, Toshirodragon & Adamay for being so dedicated to this project and making the best out of each chapter. Thanks to Quietus for pitching in and letting us use her raws to work on them.

Enjoy fellow readers! And thanks for being here once more!

P.S: If you want a version of the extra page with Sougo and Gen separated instead of the wallpaper version, message me and I’ll include both pages in chapter 61. Cheers ;)

@cm-scans - @ikahomine

#Hanakoi Tsurane #Natsume Isaku #CM Scans #Download #!Hanakoi Tsurane #Min manga edits

[that-bl-bitch]

A Song For Uea....

Tw: SA mention

So I can’t listen to music without relating it to some sort of media or to myself, maybe that’s what other people do too but I don’t know so recently I’ve been listening to Raye’s album, My 21st Century Blues non stop since it came out and she has a song called "Ice Cream Man", which if you haven’t listened it’s about her experience with SA through out her life, so after bed friend came out and I was listening to it for the umpteenth time the only thing on my mind was Uea, now I do believe the whole song is pretty Uea, it is more woman specific but it still works. BUT the part that REALLY sticks out to me that is REALLY Uea to a T is the last verse,

“I wish I could say how I feel, how I felt

And explain why I'm silently blaming myself

'Cause I put on these faces pretending I'm fine

Then I go to the bathroom and I press rewind

In my head, always going round and round in my head

Your fingerprints stuck a stain on my skin

You made me frame myself for your sins

You pathetic, dead excuse of a man”

tell me that doesn’t make you think of Uea, part of my brain wants to see a edit with this song or even this verse alone but the other part of me knows it will absolutely break me more than this song already does

I highly suggest giving it a listen if you haven’t already or at the very least just the last minute and fifty-five seconds cause its a different experience hearing her sing the verse then reading it, it is a really hard song to listen to and I can only imagine even harder to listen to if SA is something that triggers you so listen at you’re own discretion but it is a really beautiful listen.

#Spotify #Bed friend #Bed friend the series #Ueaking #Kinguea #Thai bl #Tw: SA #Tw: SA mention #Bf the series #Raye #21st century blues

[magicalmysteries777]

The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 6.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 6 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 1537.

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

March 21st, 1986.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Lilith asked, perplexed. “You want us to run?”

     Eddie looked at her with fear in his wide eyes. “We’ve got to… Nobody is going to believe us if we tell them what happened to Chrissy. They’re going to pin it on us, Henderson. Pin it on me. I’m the freak, remember? We need to hide while we figure out what’s going on.”

     “You’re insane,” she told him running her hands through her hair, “You’re fucking insane, Munson. We’ve got to go to the police or-”

     “Henderson would you just shut the fuck up for a second??” He yelled.

     “Don’t st-”

     “I mean it.”

Lilith stormed into Eddie’s bedroom and slammed the door behind her, tears pouring down her face due to a mixture of frustration and pure terror. She sat on the bed with her head tucked into her knees and lets the tears fall freely. The door opened slowly.

“Put some clothes in a bag, we’ve got to go,” Eddie told her, calmly.

     “Eddie, I’m not goin-” she argued.

     “Pack a bag and get in the fucking van, Henderson. We don’t have time to sit around and bicker when whatever killed Chrissy might come back and kill us next!” he snapped.

Lilith raised her head to look at him but he was already gone.

Admitting defeat, she got off the bed and grabbed the nearest bag she could find. She packed a little bit of everything; T-shirts, pants, boxers, and socks. She scanned the room frantically looking for anything else worthwhile. How long would they be gone for? Where were they going? Should she pack for all weather? What about entertainment? She grabbed some jumpers, some books, a walkman and cassettes, and shoved them into the bag, which was now bulging at the seams.

“Hey, are you almost done?” Eddie shouted from the next room. Lilith looked around one more time before picking up the bag and walking into the living room. She stopped dead in her spot the moment her eyes landed on Chrissy. “Good to see you’re on board. Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the door.

Eddie’s hands shook as he attempted to get the key in the ignition for a few seconds before he managed to get the van started. He reversed wildly out onto the road and sped away like a mad man. Lilith turned to look at him. “Where are we going?” she asked.

     “I don’t know yet,” he answered.

     “What do you mean you don’t know?” she asked angrily.

     “I don’t fucking know, okay?” he answered again, his voice starting to rise.

     “Well figure it out!” she snapped.

They drove in silence for twenty minutes.

“Do you know where we’re going yet?” Lilith asked, feeling a little calmer now.

     “Yes,” he replied coldly.

     “Well… Are you going to tell me where?” she asked, her temper starting to come back.

     “My friend Rick’s, it’s quiet and in the middle of nowhere.”

     “Okay. That’s fine. What about the van?” she asked.

     “Spit it out and get to the point, Henderson. What about the van?” he spat.

     “Don’t fucking start with me, Munson!” she warned. “When your uncle finishes work in a few hours he’s going to call the police. They’re going to come and start asking questions, then they’ll start looking for us and when they can’t find us, they’re going to look for your van. We can’t take it to Rick’s. We’re going to have to ditch it somewhere and do the rest on foot.”

Eddie carried on driving in silence for another ten minutes, checking around every minute or so to make sure nobody was following them, before pulling up into a motel parking lot and turning the van off. “Come on then,” he said, grabbing the bags from the back. “Over there, look, see that clearing in the trees?” he asked. Lilith nodded.

They weaved in and out of the trees, dodging any low-hanging branches and trying their best not to trip on anything. Lilith was failing miserably. She’d already tripped twice and smacked her face on a branch that she hadn’t seen Eddie duck under.

“How much further?” Lilith called to him in a hushed whisper.

     “Not far, keep up,” he replied, looking around to familiarise himself with his surroundings.

Lilith’s sides ached as she gasped for breath trying to keep up with Eddie. Suddenly, he threw his arm out in front of her and stopped her dead in her tracks. “Wait here,” he mouthed.

     “Where are you going? Eddie? Eddie?” she whispered.

Five minutes later, Eddie reappeared and gestured for her to follow him. Lilith followed Eddie into a small, rather run-down cabin. The place looked like it had been abandoned. Dust and unread mail was starting to pile up, the mailbox outside was so full that letters had started being shoved under the door.

“It’s safe, we can speak,” Eddie told her, throwing his jacket onto the sofa before collapsing onto it and placing his head in his hands. Lilith paced on the spot.

“What the hell happened back there?” she asked.

     “I… I don’t know. I met with her earlier, she wanted to buy some weed, but…” his voice trailed off.

     “But what?” Lilith asked with great urgency.

     “She was acting kind of… weird. She was asking me if I ever felt like I was losing my mind. She asked if I had anything stronger she could take so I told her to swing by after the game. Rick gave me some shit ket that I’ve been trying to get rid of for ages. When I went back into the living room to sell it to her she was in that trance. That’s when you came in..” he recalled.

They sat in silence for over an hour, too overwhelmed to speak.

-

“Hungry?” Eddie asked, passing her a bag. She opened the bag that Eddie had packed and found it full of food, cigarettes, and drugs.

     “Is that seriously what you packed?” she asked raising an eyebrow at him.

     “What?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused as to why she was questioning her choices.

     “Doesn’t matter,” she told him, rummaging through the bag before deciding on a bag of chips. “I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

     “Bedroom is that way, I’ll take the couch,” he said pointing to a room to the left of them. Lilith grabbed a t-shirt from the bag she’d packed and threw one at him before placing the bag over her shoulder. “Night, Henderson,” he said, catching the shirt.

     “Night,” Lilith called, entering the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Lilith undressed quietly, placing her clothes in a pile at the end of the bed. She was very glad she wasn’t attached to this particular outfit as it was now covered in holes, twigs, and smears of dirt. Pulling one of Eddie’s t-shirts over her, she walked over to the mirror and took a long look at her reflection. She began pulling twigs and leaves from her hair and then tried her best to wipe away any dirt from her face. The end result wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. She turned around, walked over to the bed, and flopped down onto it.

What the fuck just happened?

Five hours ago she was playing Dungeons and Dragons but now she was on the run, hiding somewhere she didn’t know after watching someone get… murdered? How could it be? There was nobody else there other than the three of them.

Lilith lay in bed for over an hour trying to get to sleep. Visions of Chrissy’s body flashed inside her mind. How could a person’s bones bend like that? It just didn’t make sense. Who could do something like that? Or better yet, what could do something like that? Snippets of earlier memories flashed across her mind like a slide show, until…

“Lilith… I’m coming… I’m coming for you… For you all…”

A knock at the door got her attention. “Yeah?” she called.

     “Can I come and hang out in here, please?” he asked sheepishly. Lilith turned on the bedside lamp and looked at him. He’d been crying.

     “Come on…” she said patting the bed next to her.

Lilith closed her eyes again and tried to go to sleep.

“You brought books?” Eddie asked.

     “What?” Lilith murmured.

     “We’re on the run, in hiding, and you brought books?”

     Lilith opened one eye and looked at him. “I didn’t know where we were going or how long we were going to be here so excuse me for thinking about bringing some entertainment,” she told him before rolling over. A few seconds passed before Eddie spoke again.

     “At least they’re good books.”

     Lilith let out a final “mhmm” and burrowed into the covers.

She laid there awake for what felt like hours, tossing and turning, still unable to sleep. She felt Eddie sit up in bed next to her.

“When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.” he read aloud.

Lilith fell asleep instantly.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic #fanfic #the shire is burning #tsib

[willow-lark]

ten lines, ten people! (rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.) thank you thank you @howtobecomeadragon @fireflywitch @notebooknonbinary @parkitaco for the tags!! 🥺💞 i'm honored!!

(ok i have tried to post this three times and each time it has deleted so we're going to forego all the fancy formatting i had and just post the lines :/)

Lucas wasn’t there when it happened.

It’s the first week of March, and the temperature outside is still as cold as ever.

It’s three a.m. on Monday, April 7th, 1986, and it has been an extremely shitty two-and-a-half weeks for Will Byers.

It’s six p.m. on Friday, March 21st, 1986, and as shitty as this day has been, Will Byers wishes he could freeze time and keep it at six p.m. forever.

Mike’s already done this once. 

It’s Will Byers’s birthday tomorrow. March 22nd.

“You lied to me!” Mike shouts.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is a very, very old man.

Robin almost can’t believe it when she spots Vickie across the army supply store.

In one universe, Episode 9 of Stranger Things 4 went one way. In this one, it goes a bit differently.

if i've tagged anyone who already did this i'm sorry 😅 @chanlyeya @wiseatom @andiwriteordie @soloorganaas

#tag game #lark's fanfiction #byler #posts of lark

[lemonlillybee]

Sicktember Day 4 - Avengers: Pregame

Sicktember Day 4 

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41504313

Title: Avengers: Pregame

Prompt: Hangover

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~2500

A/N: The Avengers take Peter out for his 21st Birthday and get him drunk. Tony doesn't exactly approve, but he's there to take care of Peter anyway. @sicktember 

TW for alcohol and slight mention of vomiting 

“You have to pregame.”

Clint slides a cardboard case of canned beverages onto the counter in front of Peter with an excited grin.

“White Claw?” Peter raises one eyebrow, examining the box. “What are these?”

“The best thing you’re gonna drink all night, that’s what.” Clint pulls two drinks from the box and hands one to Peter. “Plus, you can get tipsy and stay hydrated all at once. It’s basically like drinking water!”

Peter pops the tab open on his can and looks down at the clear carbonated liquid.

“That’s good, because Tony has been telling me to hydrate all day.” They both look across the room at Tony, who’s glaring in their direction, arms crossed over his chest. Peter lifts his can into the air, a huge smile on his face, and Tony rolls his eyes even as the corners of his mouth twitch up. He uncrosses his arms and his mouth moves like he’s talking, and Peter nods, smile widening before he brings the drink to his mouth.

“What did he say? I can’t believe you actually hear him from over here!” Clint asks, mouth open in awe. Peter just chuckles, then takes a sip, and Clint leans in expectantly.

“It’s…warm,” Peter finally says, face scrunching, but he quickly plasters on a smile when he sees Clint’s excited expression begin to fall. “But it’s good!”

“Good! I knew you’d like it!” Clint claps him on the shoulder. “Happy Birthday, Pete.”

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“Oh great, who’s got you drinking this garbage?”

Rhodey appears at Peter’s side, examining the mostly-empty can of hard seltzer and frowning in disgust. He holds up a six-pack of beer and pulls one out to offer to Peter.

“I brought you something way better. There’s nothing better than an ice cold beer.”

“Oh good, it’s cold,” Peter murmurs, taking the glass bottle from Rhodey. He flips the bottle cap off with his thumb and smiles sheepishly when Rhodey pauses halfway in handing him a bottle opener.

“Okay, show off,” Rhodey snorts. He waits, watching as Peter holds the bottle to his lips and tilts his head back slightly. Peter tries not to grimace, but the strong, bitter taste of the beer is unexpected and he almost can’t swallow it. He looks around for his water and listens to Rhodey cackle.

“It’ll grow on you. Happy Birthday, kid.”

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“Shots!!” Sam’s voice is too loud in the already loud bar, but Peter is grinning, clearly excited. “You have to start with shots, my guy,” Sam continues. He has two shot glasses in one hand, a beer in the other, and he sets the shots down in front of Peter.

“What is it?” Peter asks, eyeing the clear liquid. He picks up one of the shot glasses and glances over at Tony, who looks incredibly unimpressed.

“Tequila!” Sam picks up the second shot glass and offers it to Tony. “Want a shot, old man?” When Tony just narrows his eyes at him, Sam shrugs and turns back to Peter. “Watch and learn,” he shouts, then tips his head back and swallows the tequila in one gulp.

Peter’s eyes widen, and he looks over at Tony again before mirroring Sam and downing the shot.

“Holy shit ,” he exclaims, coughing and blinking back tears. “It burns!”

“If it was good tequila it wouldn’t burn,” Tony says in a low voice, sliding a glass of water over to Peter. “Drink up.”

Peter obliges, gulping the water quickly before swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“It’s a good burn though, right?” Sam laughs, but he doesn’t wait for Peter’s answer. He scans the room for Bucky, grabbing his beer before he makes his way across the bar, turning back to shout at Peter when he’s halfway there. “Happy birthday, Spider-Guy!”

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“Happy birthday, маленький паук! We have to figure out if you’re a red wine person or a white wine person,” Natasha says as she slides onto a barstool next to Peter, a glass of each in her hands. She sets them both in front of Peter and gives him an encouraging nod.

“Yes, because he’ll really be able to make that decision based on some shitty bar wine,” Tony deadpans under his breath.

Natasha glares at him, and Peter looks nervously back and forth between them. He takes a sip out of the first glass, then the second, making a face after both and looking apologetically at Natasha. “Uhh…are there any other kinds of wine?”

Tony snorts. Natasha sighs, but she looks at Peter, eyes shining, not one to give up so easily. She flags down the bartender.

“Maybe you’re more of a rosé person?”

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Peter notices the room starting to spin when Steve is in the middle of his passionate lecture on cocktails.

“You really want to stick to the classics,” Steve says firmly, and Peter nods, regretting the action when the room spins faster. “This next one is my personal favorite.”

Peter swallows hard and looks down at the drink.

“What’s it called?”

“This is an old fashioned,” Steve replies. Next to him, Tony huffs out a laugh.

“That’s a little on the nose, even for you, Cap.”

Peter sips the drink. It burns almost as much as the tequila had. He takes a deep breath and finishes it in two large gulps, beaming when Steve pats his back proudly.

“So, which one was your favorite?”

Peter looks at the various glasses and tries to remember the names of the drinks. He points to the tall, stemmed glass that’s wide at the top.

“Another martini for the birthday boy, then” Steve grins.

Peter sways in his chair. He feels Tony’s hand on his back, and it helps bring the room back into focus. Tony leans close to his ear.

“You drink some water. I’ll distract Steve if you want to go find Bruce?”

He nods, looking around the bar until he spots Bruce in a nearby booth, and takes a deep breath as he prepares to make his escape, feeling off-balance in a way he’s really not used to as Tony pulls Steve’s attention away.

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“I don’t even remember getting over here,” Peter whispers, his voice slurring slightly. He looks at Bruce, who’s staring at him with an odd look.

“Are you having a good birthday?” Bruce finally asks after a moment, and Peter nods enthusiastically.

“Yes!”

“You feeling okay?”

“I feel weird,” Peter admits. “I guess it’s all of the drinks that everyone’s been giving me tonight.”

“I ordered you something to try, too,” Bruce says, nodding at Tony, who’s approaching the table with three full glasses of water. “Tony has some water for you first though.”

“He always does,” Peter says softly, making Bruce smile.

Peter sips at his water until a waitress brings a drink garnished with pineapple over, setting it on the table in front of him.

“One piña colada,” the waitress says, winking at Peter before she goes and making him blush slightly.

“Piña colada…oh, it’s like that really old song!” He says and he examines the drink. Bruce and Tony exchange unamused glances.

“Wow!” Peter gasps after taking a sip. “This tastes so much better than beer.” He bends down, using his tongue to try and get the straw back in his mouth and failing twice before he’s successful. He closes his eyes and drinks the blended beverage with a contented hum.

Bruce leans over when he sees the look on Tony’s face and whispers something in his ear, forgetting Peter can hear him and looking shocked when Peter gasps his name.

“Bruce! Did you just say you’re a virgin ?” Peter asks, mouth open wide.

Bruce stares at him for a moment, blinking, and then he and Tony both burst into laughter.

“Yes, Peter,” Bruce pants, wiping tears from his eyes. “That’s exactly what I said.”

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“Peter, put the phone away.”

“But I’m textin’ MJ,” Peter whines, eyes still on his phone.

“Trust me, put your phone away.”

But Peter doesn’t listen, only smiles wider and sends another text. Tony shakes his head when his own phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from Peter.

         Underoos : ur the bestthanks for having me a good birthady

         Tony : Drink your water

Peter looks down and reads the reply, then nods seriously and looks around for his water glass. When he finds it, he spends about a minute clumsily wiping the condensation off the sides with a napkin so it’s not too slippery to hold, then downs it all. Tony nods approvingly, using the opportunity to quickly grab Peter’s phone and hide it in his own pocket.

Peter is sipping a second shot of tequila from Sam when Thor enters the bar. He scans the room until he sees Peter.

“Spiderling!” He thunders, walking over to where he and Tony are sitting. He claps him on the back and shakes the entire table in the process. “You have turned the approved age of consuming alcohol on Earth, and I congratulate you!”

“Thanks!” Peter giggles, finishing off the tequila with a barely-controlled grimace that goes completely unnoticed by the God.

“You have chosen a miniature drink to celebrate?” Asks Thor, eyeing the shot glass, and Peter giggles again.

“No, it’s a shot! It’s…good,” he fibs, and Thor nods. He grabs the shot glass from Peter and lifts it high in the air, his eyes shining.

“He’ll have another!” He roars, before throwing the shot glass to the ground. Glass shatters everywhere and Peter stares in shock, mouth open wide.

“I’ve done it again, haven’t I?” Thor sighs, leaning down to scoop the glass shards into his hands, and that’s when Peter starts to laugh. Once he starts, he can’t stop, the laughter bubbling up in his chest and making him feel dizzy, until suddenly the room tips sideways and he finds himself on the floor.

Thor deposits the glass in a neat pile on the table, then leans down and lifts Peter up off the ground, hoisting him back into his seat and stepping away when Tony nudges him to the side.

“I’ll take him from here,” Tony sighs, throwing Peter’s arm over his shoulder and helping him stand. Peter sways on his feet, but somehow manages to stay upright, and Tony leads him to the door, glaring at the chorus of birthday wishes to Peter from the rest of the Avengers as they leave.

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“I think I drank too much water,” Peter says. He murmurs something to himself, then gasps. “What if I am water now?”

“Is that your way of saying you need the bathroom?” Tony glances up from where he’s texting Happy on his phone, eyeing the younger man. “Again?”

“I have such a good life,” Peter hiccups, tears welling up in his eyes. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you ,” he adds, pointing at Tony, and Tony blinks at him for a second before he shakes his head emphatically.

“You don’t have to deserve it, kid,” he replies, chuckling at Peter’s confused expression. “It doesn’t matter if you think you do or don’t deserve your life, Peter. You already have it, so you have two options– enjoy it and make it the most of it, or don’t.” Tony shrugs.

Peter stares at him, fresh tears welling up in his big, brown eyes, and he stumbles forward, wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist. Tony smiles and returns the hug, rubbing soothing circles against Peter’s back as he snuffles into his chest. After a moment, Peter takes a step back, his expression unreadable.

And then he doubles over and pukes all over Tony’s shoes.

“Yeah,” Peter whimpers when he’s done vomiting. “I think I drank too much water.”

Later, in the car, Peter asks Tony why he isn’t wearing shoes no less than three times before he slumps over until his head is resting on Tony’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he’s suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion.

“You’re a good dad,” Peter whispers, eyes still closed.

“A good dad, huh?”

Peter nods against his shoulder, half asleep. Tony looks up and catches Happy’s suspiciously watery gaze in the rearview mirror.

“I just– there’s just– I have something in my eye,” Happy stutters, scrubbing gruffly at his face.

“Yeah, same,” Tony mutters, smiling fondly down at Peter.

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Peter wakes up the next morning with the worst headache he’s ever had in his entire life. He’s curled up on the edge of his bed, legs all twisted up in the sheets, and his stomach and throat are both sore from all the vomiting he barely remembers doing.

There’s a knock at the door, and Peter squeezes his eyes shut when the sound echoes painfully loud in his ears.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you were up,” Tony says softly, pushing the door open and carrying a plate of toast and a glass of water over to Peter.  

“I’m dying,” Peter groans, covering his eyes with one hand.

“You’re hungover,” Tony corrects. He sets the food and drink down on Peter’s nightstand, then reaches out to run his fingers through his disheveled curls, and Peter practically purrs at the comforting touch. “You went a little hard last night.”

“Is it bad that I don’t remember getting home?”

Tony smiles. “Yeah, you owe me a new pair of shoes.” He chuckles when Peter opens his eyes with a horrified gulp. “And you can thank Happy for the ride home.” After a moment, he motions for Peter to sit up. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” he admits with a groan, pushing himself up onto his elbows. Tony hands him the glass of water, and he takes it with a shaky hand.

“Well, hopefully with your metabolism, it will be a quick recovery,” Tony replies, keeping his hand under the bottom of the glass just in case. When Peter is done drinking, he takes the water back and hands him a piece of toast.

“Eat. Do you want to get up for a bit, or do you want more sleep?”

Peter takes the smallest bite he possibly can and shakes his head. “Sleep. Definitely more sleep.”

“You got it. Let FRI know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Tony reaches out and cups Peter’s cheek, rubbing his thumb gently across the dark circles under his eyes. “Eat one piece of toast and finish that water before you lie back down.”

Peter nods, eyeing the toast warily, and Tony stands, pulling the door closed as quietly as he can behind him when he leaves. Back in the common room, he pulls up the video feed from Peter’s room and watches him dutifully, but very slowly, eat one piece of toast, then finish the water. He gets settled back in bed, pulling the covers all the way up over his head, and Tony watches him shift around until he finds a comfortable position, only turning off the feed once the blankets are moving up and down slowly as his breathing evens out into sleep.

#sicktember #Sicktember 2022 #sick peter parker #sickfic #tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #hurt/comfort #spiderman #mcu #hangover #tw vomit #tw alcohol #the avengers

[talktomeinclexa]

Mend The Heart You Broke (Heal The Wounds You Caused)

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Non-consensual kiss in this chapter; Panic attacks, depression, suicidal thoughts in other chapters

Status: WIP (7/9)

Summary: Clarke and Lexa led the perfect life. Married, two children, a big house, a group of reliable friends. Until Lexa cheated on her wife and the idyllic picture was smashed to bits. Three months later, Clarke is still trying to put the pieces of her heart together when Lexa slowly comes back into her life. The path to forgiveness will force the artist on a self-introspection journey that won't leave anyone unscathed. But isn't true love worth the fight?

***

Chapter 7: Separation And Reconciliation

The music is already on, blasting through the front door by the time Clarke arrives at Octavia and Lincoln’s apartment. Adjusting O’s present under her arm, she rings the bell twice, preparing herself for an evening of wine, loud conversations, embarrassing stories, and more wine. At least it’s not cheap beer and nothing but unhealthy snacks anymore. Her bladder hasn’t been the same since the cop’s 21st birthday. Which was 15 years ago already. Damn. Time flies.

She’s contemplating knocking on the door when it suddenly opens and she’s greeted by dark curly hair and a grin she hasn’t seen in ages.

“Clarke! It’s so good to see you again.” Strong arms wrap around her, and she finds herself pressed against the chest of her old friend a second later. “I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

She chuckles and extricates herself from the man’s bear hug. “It’s good to see you too, Bell. How are you? O told Raven and me about your breakup with Echo; I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh well.” Bellamy shrugs, running his fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry about it. I liked her, but it wasn’t that serious.”

“I’d better warn the ladies around that Single Bell is ready to mingle then,” she teases before stepping inside the apartment, oblivious to how his eyes follow her.

Octavia greets her with a grin, a wine glass in one hand and Lincoln’s in the other. Happiness looks good on her. Marriage and motherhood made her softer somehow, less abrasive. She is still very vocal about her opinions — nothing on Earth could change that. But she learned to think before she speaks and to take other people’s feelings into consideration. Most of the time.

And Clarke is delighted her friend found love, a kind husband, a career that fulfills her. She knows that the Blakes didn’t always have it easy growing up. Their dad split up before O was born. Money was tight, and they had to grow up faster than anyone should have. Still, a small part of her, the dark, ugly side she tries to ignore on a normal day, can’t help but feel jealous. This should be her, hand-in-hand with Lexa, a smile so big her cheeks hurt. Dancing in the living room among their friends and toasting until they can’t remember anything but good days.

But Lexa isn’t here. She chose to stay home with the twins, not thinking she would be welcome at the party. Not wanting all the attention on her, on them, when their friends — who have all taken Clarke’s side — should be celebrating O’s birthday. The blonde understands; she agreed without making a fuss, not particularly caring to hear everyone’s opinion about how she’s handling the separation. She just wishes it hadn’t come to that.

Soon, the party is in full swing, and everybody is tastefully buzzed. The canapes are delicious, and Clarke makes a mental note to ask Lincoln for the caterer’s name. Not that she thinks she’ll host Thanksgiving dinner, the situation being what it is between Lexa and her, Abby and her, Abby and Lexa… But who knows? Maybe they will all have their shit figured out before Christmas 2030.

Thinking about Lexa brings another wave of emotions that Clarke, with her defenses weakened by the Pinot, struggles to contain. All her regrets, her doubts, her unanswered questions pile up faster than she can handle, threatening to spill from her watery eyes.

Not wanting to become the center of attention, the poor cheated-on wife people will whisper about behind her back, she stumbles into the couple’s room. She sits on Lincoln and Octavia’s bed, wiping away the tears that escaped.

She remains there for a minute, swallowing back her sniffles, head in her hands, when the door opens. Between her fingers, she sees Bellamy walk in hesitantly. The bed dips beside her, and she leans in after one of his arms wraps around her shoulders.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m okay.” A couple more tears roll down her cheeks, the traitors. She hopes that he doesn’t see them. “Just some memories and whatnot. I’ll be fine.”

Bell doesn’t seem convinced, but he lets her have it. His hand rubs circles on her shoulder, comforting her, keeping her close. “It’s okay, Clarke. I know it hurts, but you’re going to be fine. She didn’t deserve you. She never did.”

The blonde frowns at his words and turns around. “No, it’s not like that. She—”

Chapped lips press against hers, stopping the rest of her sentence in her mouth. She can feel his nose pressing against her cheek, his stubble poking her sensitive skin as he puts more pressure into the kiss. Too shocked to react, she doesn’t move until his tongue pushes through her lips, invading her mouth. He tastes like whiskey and tobacco, and it’s the rancidity of it that finally brings her back to her senses.

She pushes on his shoulders with both hands and jerks back, confusion and anger battling on her face. “What the fuck, Bell? What was that?”

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Chapter 8: Airman Down!

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

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A/N: we're gonna try to cut down the lengths of the chapters to get them out sooner for y'all! also... please don't kill us for this chapter... but anyways, comment or reblog and tell us what you think!! thanks for reading!! <3

Collab: On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

Word Count: 3.6k

September 21st: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich: 1830 HRS: 6:30 PM

As Gale approached the officer’s hut, his mind reeled trying to come up with the best way to tell John. He was barely keeping it together, and he knew the second he told Bucky, all bets were off. Anything could happen.

But how was he supposed to react to news like this?

Stopping outside the door, Buck took a deep breath and blinked away the tears stinging his eyes. He had to be strong.

Gale opened the door slowly and the sound of Johnny’s loud cackling filled the air. He was lying on his bed, his nose in his book as the rest of the men talked quietly around the room. Noticing him enter, Johnny sat up against the wall, grinning from ear to ear.

“Buck,” he started, holding up his book. “Who would’ve thought something named ‘The Odor of Violets’ would be even better than Guys and Dolls? I didn’t think that was possible.”

Gale’s eyes were glued to the floor as he placed his hands on his hips and spoke lowly. “Could I have a minute with Bucky?”

The rest of the officers shared confused glances, but soon exited the hut, leaving the best friends alone. Johnny placed the book on his nightstand and stood to his feet with furrowed brows, watching everyone walk by his bed and out the door.

“Buck, what is it?” he asked skeptically, slowly approaching Gale.

Gale’s eyes finally rose from the floor to meet his. “It’s Ruth, John.”

A small smile appeared on his face at the mention of the woman, but it quickly faded when he noticed Buck’s slightly reddened eyes. “What about her?”

“We just got word that…,” Buck paused, swallowing thickly against the emotion that threatened to close his throat. “That, uh, the Angel is missing.”

Bucky stared at his friend for a few moments, blinking slowly. “What?” he whispered, his deep voice strained.

“We don’t know any details…just that they didn’t make it to the base.”

Mirroring Buck’s stance, John’s lips pulled tightly together as he tried to keep his composure despite nausea rising in his throat. “When?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“Yesterday.”

The older man’s eyes flicked around the room, his racing mind trying to come up with something, anything, to explain why the nurses failed to land at the Grove. He thought of every possible scenario, but only a single explanation involved them being alive, being safe, and John clung to it. 

He refused to believe anything different. 

"They could’ve stopped to refuel, right?" Bucky nodded quickly, his worried eyes meeting Gale's, who could tell he was trying to convince himself more than anything. "That's why they stopped here the first time, remember?"

John moved his hands from his hips and paced around the hut. "What if they don't have a radio or had to go radio-silent? They might be-"

"John," Gale whispered, his already heavy heart sinking as he watched Johnny try and keep it together. "They're not refueling."

Bucky's movements came to a halt with his back facing Gale. He knew the reality of the situation but refused to accept it, to believe that the woman he loved was either dead or downed in hostile territory. 

"Then there's another reason!" Egan exploded, his throat constricting and causing his voice to crack as it echoed inside the small metal hut. “There has to be!”

“There isn’t.”

He shook his head and spun around to face Buck. “No. I won’t believe it. They can’t…W-where’s Hugh?”

“Talking to Harding to see if he can-uh,” Gale replied, wiping a stray tear from his cheek as his resolve cracked. “If he can get more information from the Grove.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

John wasted no time rushing past Gale, not even making sure he was following when he pushed out the door and stepped into the English afternoon. There was a biting chill in the air but he didn’t even notice, his body shaking with adrenaline as he tried to hold onto hope that they were alive. That Ruth was alive.

He quickly jumped into a nearby jeep and cranked it, ready to go when Gale finally exited the hut. 

“Let’s go! Come on!” Bucky called, his right foot itching to slam on the gas.

The second Gale’s bottom hit the seat, they sped off towards the base HQ, towards the news that would either save or destroy them. Both men stared ahead silently, unable to verbalize the dread that settled into their stomachs. Buck was being realistic. He knew what likely happened…where the girls likely were, and watching John cling to hope broke the man a second time. 

He thought back to the Algerian desert when John assured him to keep his hope, that they were ‘gonna get through this,’ but how could he when all was lost? 

When the rest of his life was so cruelly torn away from him?

Beside him, John continued to rationalize, to argue with himself in a pitiful attempt to keep reality from crashing in on him. He didn’t remember the ride to HQ or how he got to the Colonel’s office, and as he stood beside Hugh and Buck staring at Harding on the phone with the Grove’s CO, he felt like he dangled by a string. 

The three men stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on Chick’s face, searching for any hint of news about the women. They watched as Harding rested a hand over his mouth, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he lowered the receiver slowly. With a deep sigh, he turned to face them, his features etched with sympathy.

‘No,’ John thought. ‘Please no.’

Silence filled the small office for a few moments while Harding mulled over his thoughts, trying to find the right words to say, but there were none. Those few seconds stretched into hours for the three, each waiting for their world to crumble around them. Bucky’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the back of the seat he stood behind.

“I’m sorry, boys,” Harding began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Recon plane saw a C-47 in a nosedive with 109s flyin’ around it. It went down pretty fast and…,” Chick took another deep breath, mentally preparing for the reactions of his men. “It exploded on impact. There was no sign of survivors.”

The words hung in the air, each syllable adding to the stifling atmosphere of the room. John’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to wrap his head around the news. 

She couldn’t be gone.

His mind replayed Harding’s words on an unending loop, and John felt as if the ground was ripped out from beneath him. Everything that made sense in his life disappeared in a matter of seconds. Each sentence, each word, each letter twisted the knife in his chest…but there was still one possibility.

“Did they see any chutes?” he asked, his voice tight with desperation, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.

That glimmer was extinguished when Harding’s gaze met his and shook his head slowly. “No.”

Gale took a shaky breath. “Where?”

“Just over the Maginot line into Germany.”

John’s breath caught in his throat and time seemed to stand still as every fiber of his being screamed in denial, refusing to accept reality. 

His mind flashed with memories of Ruth…her infectious laughter, her smile, the way her cheeks blushed after he kissed her lips. And now, memories were all he had left of the woman he loved.

The woman who died not knowing just how much she meant to him.

He clenched his jaw so tight it felt like it might shatter, and his lips drew into a thin, tight line as the air became too thick, too stifling for him to take in another breath. 

He needed air.

He needed to get out.

With a single nod, he stormed out of the office, his steps echoing down the hallway as he searched for a way out, for an escape. Once free into the cool air, John loosened the tie around his throat and took a shaky breath. 

The future he’d only begun to imagine, the life they could’ve had together, was torn away from him in an instant.

He stood for a few seconds, unable to think, to speak, to move, as tears burned in John’s eyes. The lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him, and he needed some relief…something to numb the all-consuming pain, and he knew just where to find it. 

His feet carried him back to his hut, the long walk a blur amid his brokenhearted haze. The second he threw open the door, the eyes of Jack, Bill, and Bubbles flew to the Major and they watched him enter the hut mechanically, the usual smirk or snarky comment absent from his lips as he marched over to Hugh’s footlocker. 

John’s hands shook as he unlatched the crate, ignoring the protests from the other men when he began rummaging through Hugh’s personal effects. His eyes darted over its contents, searching for the one thing that could offer him some relief, even if it was temporary. 

“Bucky? What are you doing?”

Frustration coursed through him as he pushed aside letters, clothes, and photographs without any luck. 

Where was it?

He knew it was in there somewhere.

With every second that passed, the grief clinging to him threatened to pull him under into the dark waters of despair that he doubted he could return from. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as he dug deeper, his movements growing more frantic with each passing moment.

“John?” Kidd asked, his hand landing on Bucky’s shoulder, the Major’s voice uncharacteristically soft. 

John shrugged off the touch when his hand closed around something cold and smooth. He snatched the bottle from its resting place and slammed the footlocker shut before marching back into the cold night air. 

A few minutes later, he found himself staring up at Muggs as his memories from atop the Fort the night of his party replayed in his mind.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do after all this ends?” Ruth asked, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.

“Not too much. I’m guessing you’ll go back to teaching?”

A wide smile grew on her face and she nodded. “Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“I’ll visit your class,” he grinned smugly. “You know, to make sure that those boys are giving you the respect you deserve. I remember how I was in junior high, and I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“Oh, the girls would love that. Before I left it was all ‘men in uniform’ this and ‘dress blues’ that,” Ruth remarked, nodding her head with her words for effect. “I can imagine their faces when you’d walk through the door.”

“And I can imagine the boys’ faces every day when you show up looking so beautiful as always.”

She slapped his chest playfully, her cheeks blushing. “Oh, stop it.”

“I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are.”

She ducked her head against his chest for a few moments before peering at him through her lashes.

“You mean that?” Ruth asked quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. “That you’ll come see me?”

John lifted a hand to rub her cheekbone softly. “Doll, nothing could keep me away. That’s the one thing I know for sure.”

He shook his head…couldn’t handle it…the thought of her lying in some field, her vibrant eyes dulled and lifeless. Someone so full of life gone.

Climbing onto the wing, Bucky settled himself against the cold metal where the it met the fuselage, his precious bottle of VAT-69 clutched tightly to his chest. With a harsh twist, he uncorked the bottle and took a long, deep swig, relishing the burning sensation that seared his throat, attempting to burn away the memory.

It didn’t.

All it did was bring another to the forefront of his mind…

Sauntering toward his nissen hut, John whistled ‘Blue Skies’ quietly, but was broken from his reverie when a woman’s loud voice caught his attention. He rounded the corner of the hut to find Hugh and Buck talking to two women, both wearing flight jackets.

‘What do we have here?’ he thought.

He joined the group, standing just behind Buck’s shoulder as his eyes scanned the newcomers. The dark-haired woman looked an awful lot like Hugh, and she clearly shared his spunky attitude. John’s gaze then flickered to the blonde beside her and his mind went blank.

He took in her short, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the barely noticeable upturn of her lips. The conversation around him faded into the background when her small grin quirked into a small smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and John was unable to pull his eyes away.

He’d never see that smile again.

Bucky’s heart clenched as he took another swig of the VAT-69. The whiskey was harsh, but he welcomed the pain. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories that threatened to consume him whole. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Ruth was gone, that he would never see her smile again, never hear her laugh, never hold her again. As the amber liquid started coursing through his veins, he felt the edges of his grief begin to blur, the sharp edges softened by the numbing embrace of alcohol. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories.

But no matter how much he drank, no matter how deep he delved into the bottle, the pain remained. 

John’s chest tightened, and a lump formed in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes. He fought to hold them back, but the grief was still so overwhelming…so suffocating. Clenching his jaw, he willed himself to be strong. 

He didn’t cry.

Men like him didn’t cry. 

But his resolve quickly crumbled at the mere thought of Ruth, and the tears spilled over. He still didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t bear the thought of a world without her in it. But as he sat there on the Muggs, surrounded by the starless sky, he knew she was gone. 

The newfound light of his life was gone.

And in that moment, all he could do was cry.

John stared numbly into the darkness that overtook the airfield, the only light from passersby’s flashlights in the distance. His tears had long ceased…there were no more left to cry. They left only a hollowed ache in their wake, and he slouched unmoving against the fuselage with the empty bottle still in his lap. He didn’t know how much time had passed when the silence of the night was broken by a soft voice, one thick with a slow southern drawl.

“Hey, Major.”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t glance down at the man, only keeping his gaze straight ahead. If John was being honest, he didn’t feel like speaking or even existing at the moment.

“How about you come down and we can talk, huh?” 

Remaining stubbornly silent, John’s eyes fell to the wing before him as another memory was brought forth by the ground chief’s presence…

"Miss Ruth," Sammy said, using his hand to hide his words from John. "You’re way out of his league."

John still heard the comment, raising an eyebrow as he played along. "You think so? Well, I guess I'll just have to keep her around to make me look good."

Ruth nudged him playfully. "Smooth recovery, Major."

That day put things into perspective for John Egan, and he remembered the way his heart swelled as he watched Ruth across the hard stand giggling with Billy and Sammy. It was the first time he saw a future with a woman…one that wasn’t a fantasy, one more real than he’d ever imagined.

Looking back, he suspected he’d been in love with her since that day.

He was brought back to the present when the sound of Ken’s soft sigh filled the air, followed by his retreating footsteps. It wasn’t long before the footsteps returned, stopping at the base of the wing. When the person didn’t speak, John’s eyes lazily flickered towards them, and he readjusted against the wing at the sight of Buck’s familiar figure. Without a word, he began to climb and make his way up to John on the wing, settling beside him.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the soft creaking of the fort as the wind blew around them. John’s voice broke the stillness, rough and hoarse from disuse. 

“I never told her,” he admitted, his words barely audible.

Gale nodded to himself for a few moments as his own thoughts dwelled on Hope.

“She knew, John,” he said quietly.

Pursing his lips, Bucky took a steadying breath and fought the tightness creeping back up his throat. “I should’ve-I should’ve told her the damn night of Dye’s party, and now…” he trailed off.

John Egan didn’t have regrets. He always lived life to the fullest, but that was before. Ruth had changed everything. She showed him how to love, a future beyond the war, and now with her gone, he grappled with deep regret. He wished he’d told her how he truly felt when he had the chance. 

With a shaky sigh, he looked over at Buck who held up his dog tags and stared longingly at two new additions to the chain: his and Hope’s wedding rings. The two Majors picked them up at the Thorpe Abbotts’ jewelers the day after Dye’s party, and now, the beautiful gold bands would never serve their purpose.

“I was ready to be your best man,” John croaked as he took in Buck’s own heartbroken expression. “And Ruth…she was so excited. She just lit up when talking about you and Hope.”

Nodding to himself, Gale lowered the rings and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. “I know. I just can’t believe it. We’re the ones this was supposed to happen to, not them.”

Buck’s words echoed the thought that swirled in John’s mind all night: 

It should be me. 

He thought he should be the one dead in some field…the universe’s retribution for all the killing he’d done. But Ruth and Hope? They put people back together, saved their lives after men like him tore them apart. 

“Is this what we get?” John asked quietly, his hand reaching up to grasp the necklace Ruth gave him before Regensburg. “For what we do? For all the people we’ve killed?”

Gale's voice was thick with emotion as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't know," he said, his gaze distant as he once again stared at the wedding rings. "I wish I had an answer, but I just...I can't make sense of any of this. I don’t understand it."

John hummed in understanding, his own mind unable to wrap fully around it. “I keep thinking about all the missions we’ve flown,” he murmured, his voice beginning to shake as grief traveled up his throat. “All the close calls we’ve had…and all this time I’ve been worried about Ruth losing me, not–not me losing her.”

Buck’s reddened eyes met John’s, and the best friends shared a look of pure helplessness, of pure desperation, of complete heartbreak.

“Yeah,” Gale agreed softly. “I never imagined it would be like this. Losing her…losing Hope. I thought we’d have more time.”

Silence overtook the two men once more, and they both stared ahead across the airfield. A few minutes later, Bucky broke the quietness of the night.

“I had it all planned out, Buck,” John spoke, his voice finally cracking. “Our trip to London. Ruth, she loves–loved to read, so I was gonna take her to the house of the guy who wrote Oliver Twist…”

“Charles Dickens.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sniffed, subtly turning his head to wipe away a tear. “Charles Dickens. And then I was gonna take her out…really take her out, spend the whole day together, and then–then I was gonna tell her that I loved her after our fancy dinner.”

“She would’ve loved that, John. I know she would’ve.”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathed, his gaze falling to his lap.

“And I have no doubt she would’ve said it back.”

Bucky stared down at the bottle beside him and cursed its contents for not being enough. Not enough to knock him out, to give him the only escape from reality that he’d ever have again. The only place he’d still be able to see Ruth’s smiling face in anything but a picture. 

The only picture he’d ever have of her.

“What are we gonna do, Buck?” he whispered as he looked up at Gale who could see the tears shining in his eyes.

Buck took a deep breath and cleared his throat, but his voice still wavered slightly. “We’re gonna go back up and finish the job…for the both of them. It’s all we can do.”

Within John’s chest, his sadness suddenly morphed into anger, making his heart pound and heat to rush to his face. “I hope we kill every one of those kraut bastards before the war’s over,” he snarled. “Every last one of ’em.”

“We’ll finish this,” Gale said firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. “For Hope, for Ruth, for Curt…everyone we’ve lost. We have to make sure this all means something.”

But how could anything have meaning if all of your hopes and dreams came crashing down around you?

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Pointless activity numero 10

May 7th, 2009

A new favorite activity of mine involves taking a old news story and trying to turn it into a Hollywood pitch. It’s pointless and harmless and is much like making things out of tin foil along to Blue Peter but then trying to eat the tin foil just to see what it feels like…Feels weird just in case you wondered.

Anyway here is my latest (and first) effort in a game I like to call “pointless activity number 8″ or “Hollywoodizing the news”

Firstly a Synopsis of The News Story: On the 21st of March 2009 Google’s “Street View” went online in the UK, this technology allowed people to take a 360 degree tour of 25 city’s from the comfort of their computer, however some images were removed for invading privacy laws including one showing a man coming out of a sex shop in Soho.

The Hollywood Pitch:

A one syllabled sexy yet scruffy man is on the run for his life, unwillingly partnered with his glasses clad sexy photographer ex girlfriend. One syllable has unwittingly found himself involved in a global computer conspiracy, which threatens to destroy the world….unless he can figure out how to put a stop to it. Its one man against “The Man’s” unquestionable thirst for consumerism in a world full of pain.

Brad/Buck/Ben is a sad mess of a man who eats noodles from a bin whilst playing World of Warcraft/Day of The Tentacle. He was recently fired from the world’s largest Internet server Noogle after he found their new product City View too unsavoury for his ethical code. He is a man with morals who is potential sexy. His best friend still works for them but the day after City View is launched he is brutally murdered and our hero is framed for the crime! 

The night before the brutal murder our hero was on the Noogle site and happened to noticed this odd looking guy coming out of his apartment building with a really big knife and a balaclava but he didn’t think much of it at the time but now…. it all makes sense. He tells the cops (Ed Burns with a wig) about the picture, but they don’t believe him, luckily he sent it to his sexy photographer ex girlfriend to check out (Kate Hudson in glasses.) However when she agrees to help him they both start getting framed! Bank cards bounce! There photos are in convenience stores! He has to cut his hair and have a shave! Oh he is sexy. 

They find the knife man, but he is dead!

The audience by this point will be like “NO WAY!”

Then the police turn up and although they escape Buddy tells Ed Burn’s he is so innocent. He doesn’t shoot him when he has the chance (it’s not like the fugitive, they can’t sue, the dead man has a knife not one arm, plus Ford owes me a favour). This makes whigful Ed Burns begin to think there is something fishy going on, and he starts investigating Noogle, and discovers it was invading privacy laws with City View…. 

Anyway our two hero’s end up finding out more info (someone approaches them in a diner whose wife was molested by Noogle and he wants to spill,) which leads them to the final showdown with Noogle’s boss.

He confesses everything, saying how they had to kill Ben’s friend because he was going to tell everyone about how City View was being used by the mafia/bank/ Richard Bacon/devil.

As the Noogle boss who is the guy who plays the farmer in Babe tells them his plan from behind his big office chair the police turn up, and the boss tells Ed Burns to shoot the guy, but Brad/sexy bespectled slut have e already put it up on twitter. Luckily Ed Burns is a follower of there’s, and he tells the evil boss that the game is up. He gets a shot in at Brad, but is shot by Burns first and falls out of the huge glass window of his office toppling 800 floors, shouting out “nooo!!!!!”/ “WHHHYYYY!!” or “That’ll do piggggg!!!”  as he plunges to his death. Brad lives and Burns and the girlfriend gather around his hospital bedside, and they made some joke, and then maybe the credits should have a song by The Fray.

 Sample dialogue from script:

“You have not been the same since she left.”

“I’m just an innocent man in a crazy mixed up world”

“I never stopped loving you, I just stopped loving what you had become.”

 Suggested Film Names

The City View of Death

Bad Technology

The Butterfly

Budget will be 500 million

Ellen x 

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I have nothing I post right now so here! Have some journal entry’s by Lincoln Rowley from the book linked im doing for a school project!!💟💟

Tw: mentions of swastikas, the holocaust and stuff of that nature so if any of that makes you uncomfortable DNI

ALL MADE UP BTW NONE OF THIS HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE!!

Monday, September 20th 2021

Ever since I drew that first swastika, we’ve had to suffer through some stupid tolerance education. Luckily todays the last day we have to suffer through hell just because of me being stupid, all though… I’m starting to regret it because of what a swastika means and what it represents. Ever since I’ve found that out I’ve been starting to feel like a jerk, especially since we have a Jewish kid, well girl, in our school, Dana. I wasn’t really trying to spread hate around the school, I was just trying to do something stupid since our Dino poop prank didn’t work. That’s all that really happened I guess so, goodnight i guess? Wait hold on, why am I saying good night to a journal? Ehh never mind. So… at school today while we were in the gym for the assembly, they pulled a banner down for the baseball team and it had another swastika on it… but… i didn’t draw this one so.. that means someone else is doing this, and especially on the last day of tolerance education. That’s just a jerk move and obviously it isn’t someone trying to do something stupid like I was, this person is trying to spread hate around the school and it’s all because of me and me trying to one up the failed Dino poop prank. Man… now I just feel like an idiot because I started this whole thing, and nobody knows it was me. So when people find out I drew the first one… they will think I’m the one who drew them all! Oh no, what if all of my friends and family hate me for this when they find out? What would happen then… I don't wanna know! Worst part about the whole swastika thing is that more might show up, all because of me.

Tuesday, September 21st 2021

Mom told me that grandma was Jewish today… Now my mistake has turned into a massive screw up on my part. I can’t believe I'm half Jewish and I drew a swastika on the atrium wall in school for EVERYONE to see. Now when grandma finds out I drew a swastika, I'm gonna be in a LOT more trouble, even though I was already gonna be in a lot of trouble before this. Oh boy, the rest of this school year is going to be horrible for me with the guilt of drawing a swastika following me around AND more swastikas beginning to show up around the school because of ME. I feel so stupid for drawing a swastika now, I mean, I have this whole week so far but now that I know what swastikas represent, man, I feel stupid. Well, I was thinking about having a bar-mitzvah as kind of a way to forget about me drawing a swastika and apologize for drawing a swastika. I could ask dana for some help study for it if I do have a bar-mitzvah, but she might think I’m just playing around with and joking about having a bar-mitzvah, but it’s worth a shot so that’s what I’ll try and do, ask dana if she can help me study for my bar-mitzvah, if I have one..

Wednesday, September 22nd 2021

So I asked mom and dad if I could have a bar-mitzvah and dad was quite reluctant about agree but he agreed so now I just have to ask Dana if she can help me study for it, which will probably be a no without any context or story to go behind why I’m having a bar-mitzvah but that’s okay! I can explain why, though still knowing that grandma is Jewish is making my mind flood with regret over drawing a swastika but this is my way of apologizing, by having bar-mitzvah! But what if the news comes out before I can have my bar-mitzvah and everyone hates me and nobody comes to my bar-mitzvah and I’m outcasted in the town and- actually… no… I won’t let my bad thoughts distract me from my goal of having a bar-mitzvah and apologizing for drawing a swastika in the school. Also something big is starting tomorrow! We’re making a paper chain that is 6 million links long to represent the 6 million victims of the holocaust, and I was the one who came up with the idea, actually, Caroline did but I’ll take the credit since everyone thinks I came up with the idea and started it all, which I didn’t but, you know. And it all started at a student council meeting, which I don’t normally go to but meh I went this time, and because of that, everyone in the school came as well, even jordie and Michael came! That made Caroline really proud as well, so proud and excited that she screeched when we all agreed on making a paper chain. I was also quite excited but.. not so excited as to screech in front of the whole school, even Mr. Bradamis. The library was packed full of kids to, to the point where there weren’t enough seats for everyone to sit and half of the kids had to stand in the library while we came up with the ideas and then finally settled on making a paper chain, that Mr. Bradamis was very reluctant about doing so, since he thought we would run out of construction paper before we even make it to 1 million links but we convinced him, I think. Well good enough to get him to agree on letting us try and reach 6 million links, which I think we can do, easily. I’m a little nervous though , because what if when we get to school tomorrow there’s ANOTHER swastika somewhere in the school and it’s all because one person is trying to prove a point about swastikas and how they're okay to draw anywhere, which they 100% aren’t. What makes me feel even worse about drawing it, is that one of my best friends, Michael, found MY mess up and now some think it was him who drew the swastika..

Thursday, September 23rd 2021

Today was horrible, we found another swastika just this time it was outside and painted in a bright white colour on a dark, metal dumpster. I didn’t paint this one so I’m really confused on who keeps painting them, could it be one of my friends? No, they wouldn’t! I was playing twister with Caroline and a few others when it showed up so now they know it wasn’t me! It would be impossible, the paint still looked fresh and I couldn’t have painted it because like I said, I had been playing twister with Caroline and others when it showed up. On a happier note, I asked Dana if she could help me, and like I thought, she thought I was joking and said no, but after I told her my grandma's story and how I’m half Jewish she agree and invited me over for dinner at her house tonight so we can study together for it and she can help me with it. My parents already agreed to let me go over to Dana’s house tonight to study so that’s a win in my book. But I still can’t believe that someone would become a copycat of me and begin to draw swastikas all over the school. Everyone was shocked about just 1 showing up in the school but now there’s more and people know this is someone who is really REALLY trying to spread hate, and it’s not me… though everyone will think that I drew the other ones if News comes out about me drawing the first one, but that’s kind of impossible because HOW would they know or find out I was the person to draw the first swastika, it’s not like they have cameras on me 24/7 and watch my every move everyday all day, right? How would they find out about me drawing it at all? But what if they have cameras in the school that caught my every move on camera and now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for The perfect time to bring me to the office and make me confess to drawing it and then it ruins the rest of my life!? No no! I mean.. the school probably has cameras but the whole part about “now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for the perfect time to bring me to the office and ma,e ,e confess to drawing it and then ruin the rest of my life ” that was probably just me over thinking it all.. I hope.. that whole tolerance education thing has made me feel horrible, I mean, I felt horrible the whole time after it but now that I’m having a bar-mitzvah, it’s making me feel worse and that the rabbi is just going to turn me away and not let me have my bar-mitzvah because I was being stupid one day and decided to try and get back at my dad for taking me out of soccer and for the Dino poop prank failing on us… I didn’t mean to cause people to become scared to go to school because what if another swastika shows up. This whole situation is all happening because of me and my dumb, stupid mistake. I wish I could just go back in time and never have drawn that swastika because, A. We wouldn’t have had to suffer through tolerance education for 3 weeks, B. We wouldn’t have a copycat, copying the first swastika, I drew, and now more are popping up and C. We wouldn’t have to try and make a paper chain, 6 million links long, which I’m not complaining about but, we could have done something with less glue and paper.

[castle-dominion]

c3x6 3xk the triple killer

Seeing the face

uwu secret admirer

alexis the little detective “narrowing down suspects”

Really really dark bruises on the ligature marks. It’s not just a general bruise of strangling, it’s like it was stationary. Linda Russo Beckett actually asked castle what his theory was?

911 has that effect on her RC: I believe that was my idea LP: Yeah but I only listen when it comes from her (could clip)

Wow they’re serious about this, so serious they’re showing a huge briefing onscreen. 

RM: He has a menial unimportant job KB: Still you, castle RC: Just for that I’m basing my next book off esposito KB: *looks at him in insult* (could clip)

Three murders one week. Posing them like this. Tyson & his MOs. Wearing disguises. Dysfunctional relationship with his mother. (later on in this ep & his arc: getting other people to do the thing & getting people to look like people)

Ooh horticulture! (Kb: ?? Ryan: Waters plants) (my man’s rly pretty) KR: Ex-wife. They were divorced last month after being married for four years. RC: So in a way, he did just get out of prison. [He’s sort of joking, but he’s serious regarding the timeline]

Bro some people have medical conditions, don’t make it like a jab on moral character! (Who is this security guard??)

Wow lots of facial hair there mr esposito (Who is the security guard????)

Kin Foster How did she get a liver temp already? Gas repair JE *can’t find the phone bc ppl kept moving it between takes*

RC: The pillows JE & me: What’s wrong with them? Found a penny XD

That was quiet. “Sir, a mr townsend wants to see you?” Ew reporters They’d better hold to that. Let Him Know. My older bro thought that this guy might be the killer

KB: From four years ago. I took a look at calls made to the Triple Killer tip line and this one stood out for me. It’s from May 21st, 2006, which was a week after the sixth murder. A woman called and left a message, but she was too afraid to leave her name. But she did mention that she lived at 24th and 10th. (He wasn’t carrying the right tools? 3xk has improved since then. I mean yeah eight years will do that)

u got the phone records from 4 years ago? really??? (except linda russo did not see HIS face)

(why no pic of the tat on the murderboard? also does he fit the profile, bad mom menial job? Oh his mom died when he was 4. Gates was convicted of the bottle break tho)

Sociopath??? really? You think antisocial personality disorder makes this guy a consistent killer? 

Who was the individual walking by castle’s house tho? (nobody important, nvm)

Oh you know, someone died, someone else did it. (don’t want to clip) some … pervert watching you from afar with high powered binoculars.

I always love the parallels. Rick just wants to protect his daughter & when we have a case like this he’s sure to freak a bit.

“I’d better check they’re actually locked.” Love castle sm. (apparently that was an ad-lib. could clip ig)

Another point for the Ryan ADHD headcanon. I have a system, you’re messing up my system, it might not work for you but it does for me. I’d record this bickering to post but I don’t feel like it. Btw, I think this was also adlibbed (ok so I guess I already wanted to clip this) (I’ll clip both together actually)

Robert Duncan? Is that their name? Interesting choice here.  OH WAIT IT WAS HOLD MUSIC (btw, the detective to beckett’s right is the half asian looking guy, I can’t see what his nameplate reads tho)

Jelly Tyson (the cameras watching castle correct her writing lol)

Love handwriting differences. Castle <3

(“my girl” he says) Wow acab

Is pruno booze? I like how he doesn’t actually remember the exact name, he just knows it’s hog something. (Or so he claims.) That is realistic I think. 

Nice jacket, but that shirt. Idk whether it’s good or bad. Probs good for undercover recon.  Nice music Aww helping him into his vest (clip that) (suddenly has their guns in their hands even tho they were literally doing up the velcro a heartbeat ago) Well that’s a lot of people. (Monty’s gun-- that’s the one he has in future episodes. It’s an old-style gun, not one of the ones with the fancy magazines) XD Castle (Clipping this too) Cocky man. He’s also for sure the guy in the teaser Captions were wrong there. esposito said that, not monty

I like the literary flair but I don’t think this is the time.

Not my type HE’S SOO GROSS OUH i LOVE IT

Esposito <3.  Marcus touching the stuff He’s good at this. From the perspective of a citizen I respect him. I respect him a lot. From a just perspective I totally want him done & gone. Good for him tbh. Rick wearing jeans & that colour shirt, so nice btw.  How is esposito taller than monty here?

Seven not eight? He killed two women at this time & he also killed a fellow six four years ago. 

(Nothing in his apartment ok, but why? We know he (you know who is you know whom) but we also know he DID (do you know what on behalf of you know whom)) he already IS the focus bro

he really is so calm

& they just happen to have a traffic cam there? Tbh the changing clothes is easy to do. Yeah acab, they think they have the one who did it so they ignore evidence to convict them. 

MG: you all better keep your loved ones close Me, having seen the end of the episode: OH MG: Sure hope you catch him Me, having seen him again in s7: I SEE You can say “S.O.B.” & not actually swear

pimply teenagers XD (not clipping) OH SUS NO NOPE NO WAY.  Oh I love Martha. What a great gal. Tell her you’re afraid someone thought your strawberry-blonde daughter is being killed tonight? Lmao martha I love her sm (not clipping tho) MR: Richard, darling, she’s right. You are being utterly irrational. It’s like when I was doing Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and I thought my understudy was trying to poison me. RC: Oh yeah, the daily blood tests I paid for. Wait, she did poison you. The Swiss chocolate she gave you was a laxative. MR: Ahh… it added a certain urgency to my performance. But, the point is, you indulged my paranoia. So therefore, I am going to be in the park, five o’clock, at a discreet distance to make sure that Alexis’ secret admirer is not an axe murderer. Oh & I love her for taking care of alexis

Who is Donna Gallagher though? She is NOT tyson’s gal.  Gates was the one arrested for breaking the bottle, it is in his record.  tyson was beat up in the prison yard this morning, alexis has a note telling her to visit someone at 5pm today, martha is trailing her, it looked like daytime outside the apartment, then beckett calls, then they cut to talking to tyson, then it is DARK & they are at a random motel

Lmao “My name is detective ryan, I’m your new best friend” (not clipping)

Oh no he already has donna doesn’t he?

(Why would 3xk make it so he has an alibi? Wait spoilers within this paragraph I figured it out: so tyson needed to get out of jail & the only way they could get him out is to prevent gates from getting arrested until tyson was out, then once tyson was out he used his magical money to pay for paul’s surgery, & only then can he confess to the 3xk murders. I was thinking “why give him an alibi & tell ppl that 3xk used partners? esp if u want him convicted” but even as writing that I realized it’s good bc then his brother gets involved & he has a REASON to confess & it is not sus, it would be sus for him to just spontaneously decide to confess) (end spoilers, except that this entire liveblog is spoilers)

(Never used the same partner twice, except for Her)

Big bro called it! Body double! (I genuinely thought that he was just one step lower on the stairs to the building) They both have the same tattoo? (but we thought 3xk told the perv paul mccardle to back off...?)

Oh when did Ryan get here? (Oh lol they were in a foster home together, I forgot. I thought they were bio brothers but then they had different last names. they looked similar enough that I thought they were related) I swear Jerry is the real 3xk (going back to read my liveblog like...)

Good gracious, esposito breaking in alone! (could clip... won’t) I was right, he already has Donna. You can probs get him on attempted murder rather than assault & tax evasion here. MG: I’ll try not to disappoint you.

He looks like a mouse

Castle just stammering asking if he can follow Ryan XD KB: Just don’t get in his way (there was a deleted line: “I’m driving” bc esposito always makes ryan take shotgun. then in 4x14 blue btf ryan lets castle drive lol)

WOW US HEALTHCARE SYSTEM (apparently the breath tube was added in post) Man also doesn’t have the hair nor tattoo to make him look similar enough. Gates sent him Get Well flowers! That’s genuinely something so big to me. 

Girl you might want to leave them to talk to Paul anyways

But the thing is do you have enough evidence to convict him of accessory to murder? Only if paul gets immunity? Paul’s going to be the real killer then (also YES get that in writing, cops can lie to you)

Oh they remembered the dad!

Definitely lying. Plus he only said Linda Russo, Sara Townsend, & five other women. It was six the first time. He killed two after prison. He’s missing a Kim Foster.

(at abt 35:30) RC, reading my mind: I don’t understand the operation. KR: No big deal, my dad had one. RC: It is a big deal if u r broke! (how did his family afford that? Raising ryan & two or three sisters, paying for piano lessons apparently, plus a $100k heart surgery at some point? Ouch. Maybe he had dual citizenship tho & got healthcare in ireland, like he’s REALLY irish not just “my family from the 1800s” irish) Ryan’s walk <3 That flat “I guess”

“You accumulate a lot of stuff even in the slammer,” esp if gates left all his stuff to you, WAIT GATES LEFT ALL “HIS” STUFF TO TYSON

KR: You were right, he did try to go after Donna KR: But she’s ok. JG: & gates? KR: He confessed, it’s all over. RC: Aren’t you going to ask? Me: Bro you literally said donna was fine & that the man going after her is held! (3xk really improved his methods as the series progressed tbh, he improved his performance of them)

Why would Castle ask “aren’t you going to ask what happened?” in that loud rude tone “to your girlfriend >:( Donna” & only THEN say “unless... *realization strikes* as if he didn’t have it clicking into place yet He’s removing the evidence he was ever where? Where bro? What evidence?

RC: He’s the real 3xk! But then why did he send two other people to kill for him, huh? This guy couldn’t have killed them himself, we saw that. We know that. He was in prison during the first murder, in fact both. & then again Gates was the one who attempted on donna’s life. (Me: getting my clips after having seen all the 3xk episodes into s7)

Oof Poor Ryan. (also clipping the spin scene & ryan whack scene)

(abt 36:45 for the precinct flash-to; yeah no this is just too long to clip, I’ll get smaller bits)

RM: Maybe [Ryan] & Castle went out for a cold one. That’s what I’m doing on a day like today. Care to join me? KB: Yeah! Yeah I’d love to. RM: Let’s hit it. Ok listen I know it is not super big but this little scene adds so much to the story. Social. People. The language each individual uses. Fellowship. (could clip, idk) They honestly appreciate each other. He is her second father, he is her friend. 

Awwww it looks like wire. If it was duck tape I’d be smiling because Rick has escaped from duck tape before. Darn it.

Jerry is kind of cool & smart in an evil way. Takes ryan’s gun & phone, checks the last calls, even steals his badge. If it wasn’t so tragic I’m sure Ryan would get teased for that.  (Me, having seen 4x4 kick the ballistics & the s6+7 3xk eps)

Storyteller rick! Making it out! (me: has watched all the way up to s7) Ooh rick’s childhood trauma coming back again! Just like the vampire episode! That’s his mom’s PFP on his phone? That’s so Martha. Wait no it says “home” & “mobile” so is it Mom on her Mobile or is it Home on the Landline? (I don’t feel the need to clip this...) (too bad, I did, it was actually REALLY really good)

So sweet that the mom calls him & so sweet that the secret admirer was ashley. Cutest thing ever.  MR: Richard? RC: I love you. B’y this is why I have a codephrase with ma family so that whenever I’m in a hostage situation I can say smth completely normal that my captor won’t see as a red flag but my family will KNOW it means something. & bud if you hang up the phone for me without letting me say goodbye everyone will know I’m in danger. I always try to say bye.

Bro we can only hear the sirens once we see them? If we’re in a stationary place & they are travelling at that speed we would be able to hear them.  Also, why did they come here? I thought they were getting drinks?

RC: It’s clear, he’s gone. I’m fine, Ryan needs an ambulance. KR, muffled from his face being in the carpet: No I don’t. Girl if you got hit hard enough to knock out, you need to go to urgent care or a medi-centre or even the ER. You have a concussion. Not ever concussion sends you unconscious but every ko means you’ve been concussed. JE: *kneels down beside Ryan immediately* (btw they cut a line: jerry tyson? more like mike tyson) (I think I’ll clip this)

Oh she came here bc she was sus that they didn’t come back from talking to Jerry. & as she says, “Your mom called. She said you told her you loved her & figured something must be terribly wrong.” RC: I figured she might. Good girl.

Poor ryan, getting lights shone in his eyes bc he probably has a concussion. At least Esposito & Montgomery are there with him. Lmao he says “No I don’t” & they force him into the ambulance anyway. (I’ve taken a pic of this, I don’t need to clip it. I do need a fic of it tho.)

She gave him coffee He let castle live but he let ryan live too.

Comfort <3

Is this a Mycroft moment? In like the fourth episode of Murdoch Mysteries, they got the wrong guy & let Harcourt/Mycroft go. He ran away into the night & was never seen again in 16 seasons. I kind of hope we do see him again, just for the giggles & shock factor. Whether he is an unstable fellow or turned himself around. The 3xK is gone & I have a feeling we will never see him again. We could tho, another couple years later? A couple seasons from now? I think it would be great. Maybe also a dread pirate roberts thing, since Jerry didn’t actually kill any of the last three victims personally. (Me: looking back on this liveblog after I’ve seen 3x6, 4x4, 5x5, 6x9, & 7x14+15)

Well that was fun. Good episode. I like the detail with ryan esposito montgomery & the paramedics all in the background during the caskett scene

I can totally believe that I basically rewatched 3x6 3xk & reliveblogged lol

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