#80s TV shows wallpapers

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Beyond Realms

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: Slight ST4 V2 Spoilers

Synopsis: A world in which y/n’s favourite tv show becomes her reality

Masterlist

Find Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2 | 20 Days

You sat on your bed as you watched Nancy pace up and down your room. She kept mumbling things to herself as she messed with her hair. Her pacing only made you more nervous, it’s not everyday you fall asleep watching your favourite tv show, only to wake up and discover you’re actually living in the show.

“Oh my god! Nancy will you stop pacing, you’re making me nervous” You groaned and rubbed your face as she stopped pacing.

Nancy let out a sigh, “so what you’re saying is that you’re from the future? And this- me- this whole world- Hawkins- it’s fake? Fictional?”

You nodded your head, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration and anxiety. “Yes that’s correct. And I don’t know how or why this is happening to me”

Nancy nodded her head, switching into her Nancy Drew mode. “Ok so from what you’ve told me. Your home- this house- is pretty much the same as your real one?”

You nodded again, “yes, well the only difference is that everything has changed to fit in with the 80s, like my tv for example. Or my clothes. Or the wallpaper. It’s the same but it’s different”

“Right, right right ok. I’m gonna go call Steve and Ed- actually I’m just gonna call everyone and have them all meet here. Saves you from explaining what you told me another 6 times” Nancy left your bedroom, walking to the kitchen to use the phone.

This is so weird

Getting up off my bed I made my way to the kitchen, seeing Nancy still on the phone.

After Nancy made the calls she put the phone down, “Ok, Steve is picking up Robin and the kids. And Eddie was at band rehearsal. So they’ll all be here soon”

I hopped up on to the counter, rubbing my face, “It’s ok y/n, we’re gonna figure this out. As much as it pains me to know that you’re not real- or well, I’m not real- my point is, either way it’s gonna be sad to see you go”

“I guess I’ll just make the most of it being here…in Hawkins- god that’s still so weird for me to say. I was practically dreaming, wanting for this to happen”

Nancy tilted her head, “You wanted this to happen?”

“Yeah I guess so. I mean watching the show wasn’t enough for me. I just wished I could crawl through the screen and change thin- wait a minute” I jumped off the counter, running to my room.

“Y/n! What is it?!” Nancy ran after you, following you to your room.

You ran to your desk, grabbing the calendar that’s pinned to your wall.

March 1st, 1986

“Y/n? What is it? What does it have to do with the calendar?” Nancy picked the calendar off the floor to see today’s date circled. “March 1st? What about today’s date is so important?”

“Oh my god, I know why I was brought here” You gasped, dropping the calendar.

You looked at Nancy, wide eyed, “It’s not about today’s date that’s important”

You began counting the days, “I can’t tell you just yet. I’m gonna wait for the others to get here so I can explain it to everyone all at once”

Nancy grabbed your shoulder, “you’re scaring me y/n, what’s going on?”

20 days. I have 20 days to stop Chrissy from dying. And more importantly, 26 days to stop Eddie from dying.

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Chapter 3

Tag list: @joequinn94 @srhxpci @maryan028 @golden-wander

[land-sh]

Welcome

Here, you have more about me, what I like, and about the blog.

About me

I'm Iris (she, her)

I'm 31 (adulting hard)

INFJ

You can talk to me in English and Spanish (I also speak a little french, italian and german)

I'm from Mexico 🇲🇽

I'm an audiovisual translator (dubbing, subtitling, audio description, and some other tricks) Ask me about it if you want, I can talk about my job for hours.

What I like

I ❤️ 80s and 90s movies, thrillers, drama, and horror.

I ❤️ TV shows about medicine, crime, serial killers, mystery, demons, and based on my favorite books.

I ❤️ lgbtq+ content

I'm obsessed with some animated shows like Bob's burgers and Rick & Morty.

Music: Blue October, los Robe, CDC, Marea, The Smiths, Radiohead, The Cure, Miguel Bosé, Rammstein, Placebo. THE 1975, The Neighborhood, Jovanotti, Coldplay...

About the blog

This blog is multifandom. Right now, most of it is Band of Brothers, because I'm obsessed with speirton and Ron Speirs.

I reblog things that resonate with what I think, I write fanfics, and write to vent.

Alternate blog for Boondock Saints, horror movies, MorMor and Hannigram @boondock-snippets

Fanfiction: ao3 Some silly writing: Twisted kind of love The violin and the cello

Edits: Speirs Wallpaper Sparky Speirs Slow Down speirton wallpaper Do it for them speirton wallpaper If the world was ending speirton wallpaper Phone Wallpaper 1 speirton

Gifs set: Speirs touching Lipton Slow Down speirton Lust for life speirton

[lyranova]

📺💙🥵🌦 for the ask game 🥰

Of course 🥰😁!

📺 - Favourite show?

Oof this is a hard one! For anime’s it’s Black Clover and Fairy Tail, for Kdrama’s it’s “Tale of the Nine Tailed”, and for regular Tv Show’s (it’s been so long since i’ve watched one 😭) I think I gotta go with seasons 1-4 of Doctor Who!

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

So my bedroom isn’t *really* a color it’s a wallpaper. But it’s dark blue with white a pink flowers, and it’s been that way sincd the 80’s (it was my moms old bedroom) and it’s not that bad! There’s also a second wallpaper that is off-white with a small flower design that is actually hung upside down too 😆!

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Too cold! I would rather be too cold, especially right now 😭! When the weathers too cold you can always bundle up and add layers, but when it’s too hot you can’t take off enough clothes! So I’d rather have to put on two layers of pants, two shirts, two jackets, a hat, a scarf, a pair of gloves, socks, and slippers (yes…i have done this and quite recently too!) in order to ho outside in the cold then deal with it being too hot 😆😭!

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Cloudy weather, or rainy weather! There’s just something about it being cloudy and/or rainy weather that just makes me feel…cozy 😆! It just makes me happy and comfortable, and for some reason I get much better sleep when the weather is like that 😆!

[unhhhhbelievable]

I absolutely think that the motel was like 80/20 David's idea over Trixie. It seems like it's basically turned into his pet project but Trixie had to go through the hell of the show (no one can convince me the show wasn't horrible to film) it's absolutely giving me 'let's have a child to save the marriage' energy but the gay version of that

I'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR SO LONG.

Also the Trixie on the TV is not Trixie in real-life. Their scripted confessionals took years off my life, tbh. We know it's David's project, Trixie has snarkily mentioned!!

But her face is in the wallpaper and her name is on the building, so she gets the motel in the divorce.

[ear-worthy]

Indecent with Kiki Andersen: Where NFW Meets LMAO

 Have you started watching or listening to either a podcast, TV show, or musical artist and after that initial encounter, the show or performer instantly shoots to the top of your favorites list? 

That's only happened to me a few times. The latest occurrence is when I watched the first episode of The Last of Us on HBO. The show immediately shot to my top five and will stay there until season two begins, and I reassess.

I had the same reaction when I first listened to the Indecent podcast with Kiki Andersen. At the beginning of every episode, Andersen begins with, "This is Indecent, where we're peeling at the wallpaper of polite society, and where NSFW meets LMAO."

It's an excellent description of the show in summary form. Check out the show's artwork here. It is an uncannily accurate portrayal of the topics, tone, and sharp-minded core of the show. It's intelligence wrapped in humor engulfed by precociousness.

Here is the marketing scoop on the show: "Comedian Kiki Andersen finds the funny in the most uncomfortable corners of our culture. Sex. Politics. Religion. But in the digital age, what can and can’t be talked about at the dinner table has changed dramatically. Indecent is a podcast all about what’s off-limits and who sets the boundaries for today’s taboos."

 The podcast began in May 2023 and has already produced numerous noteworthy episodes. The July 19 episode with Viva Ruiz, who uses her artwork to fight for reproductive rights, was one of my favorites, especially the use of art to legitimize abortion as a vital part of healthcare. In the search for conservative comedy on August 9th episode, Andersen offers a simple but brutally effective point about comedy: "Jokes are only funny when they have a semblance of truth to them. If they're completely false, there's no joke there."

Throughout her episodes, Andersen does intellectual battle with anti-woke comedians who claim that their careers are jeopardized by cancel culture, and "wokeness." Andersen does not inflexibly battle wokeness and cancel culture. Instead, she questions their core and their meaning. To her credit, Andersen recognizes an essential truth. You can't be against something if you have no idea what it actually is.

As a comedian, Andersen elevates over other comedians on podcasts because she doesn't try too hard to be funny. Unlike other podcast comedians whose diatribes sound more like a bad "Best Man Toast" at a wedding, Andersen allows her sharp humor to flow freely from the conversation. She's funny, sharp-witted, caustic at times, perceptive, and observant. Shepard and Rogan could learn quite a bit from Kiki Andersen.

I loved her October 13th episode about the Satan hysteria in the 80s and 90s. I had forgotten about this 30-year-old conspiracy theory from the religious Right on how Devil worship was corrupting the youth. According to these religious zealots, Pentagrams and Satanic rituals were more popular than Beanie Babies. Her guest, Chelsey Weber-Smith, used the recent tale of moral panic over the alleged spread of devil worship as a morality lesson for today, as we witness so many call out LGBTQ+ people, immigrants, and minorities as convenient scapegoats for the complex problems in our world.

 Andersen's road to this podcast is a definitely one less-traveled. Before she was a comic, Kiki Andersen was an Emmy award-winning news reporter under her real name, Kelly Andersen, but after enough people confused her for Kellyanne Conway on Twitter (yes, really) she decided to change her name, her career and do something way less depressing. "Now she uses everything she learned about how the world works to make people laugh."

Kiki Andersen lives in Los Angeles, where she does standup and sketch comedy seven nights a week. Since moving west, she has rapidly moved up the comedy ladder, performing regularly at the Laugh Factory and other clubs on the West Coast. 

Andersen was recently the featured act in a string of sold out shows for Nate Jackson. As a former member of the Supernova comedy productions team, Kiki Andersen has shared the stage with comedy’s biggest stars including Bill Burr, Whitney Cummings, Jim Jefferies, Nick Kroll, and others.

 Check out Indecent. It's comedy with a brain, insight with intellect, and perception without prejudice. Have a belief you cherish? Well, hold on tight because Andersen can shake up people without shaking them down.

[magpieinthemorning]

Next up in my “watching TV shows and movies with characters that are supposedly similar to me”:

Sex Education (Maeve Wiley)

I tried all the different versions of the quiz and every time, except in the least detailed “only emojis” version, the top result was Maeve Wiley.

This is so funny because starting with like 8th or 9th grade and my whole adult life I’ve dressed and styled myself exactly like Maeve ... For a few years I had her exact same S01 hair colour, bleached platinum blonde with roots showing most of the time and dip dyed pink. 

Me on the left and Maeve on the right:

“She’s not popular, she’s scary”

I’ve only seen the first two episodes so far, and I definitely like Maeve the most out of all the characters. I would actually never have watched the show if it wasn’t for this experiment, since I just don’t relate much to the general topic, and it has several series, so we’ll see for how long I’m able to keep watching ... :-s

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UPDATE:

I finished S01 (I’m procrastinating lmao) and it looks like it’s going to be frustrating with a very drawn out “will-they-won’t-they” of Maeve and Otis. :/ And I feel called out about that because one of my recent exes was a nerdy guy who felt kind of like Otis, except my ex hated women more and was rubbish at talking to people, unlike Otis, hence the “ex” thing. 

It’s so unfair that Maeve and Jackson didn’t work out. :( They could have supported and motivated each other but then the thing with her brother (as well as the thing with fucking Otis lmao ugh) ruined everything. :/ 

Now I love Eric though ♥

The setting in this weird village(??) with all the fancy rich people houses and the weirdly fancy school is kind of bizarre and trippy. (People actually living in the Wye Valley are side eying me rn I’m sure ...) Like Otis’s mum’s house is incredible, with those lovely William Morris wallpapers. (Apparently the setting was indeed meant to be a homage to John Hughes films like The Breakfast Club etc. So it kind of fluctuates between 70s to 2000s decor, and for example has smartphones but no modern cars - it’s like the childhood flashbacks or dreams of someone who grew up in the 80s and 90s ...)

It actually reminds me of the area where I spent my last couple of school years, on the coast - with both very fancy rich people houses, some middle class areas in the towns, white trash farm houses and cottages in the parts away from the coast (that’s where we lived), and a trailer park just like in this show.

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UPDATE 2:

Oof, I pretty much couldn’t help but binge it and now I finished S03! The show really grew on me and I care so much about all the characters. 

On one hand it’s a bit visually confusing that none of the actors who play the kids are actually 16/17 (most of the actors who play the main characters are around 25), but on the other hand it’s a pretty good and realistic and not exploitative depiction of teenagers and their sex and romance dramas.

So Otis was really annoying for a while and I thought Ruby being with him was a bit fan servicey ... Like how has Otis this much pulling power haha ...

But I suppose it also told a story about Ruby and her shame about aspects of herself and her family, which she externalized by being really mean to everyone else. She was a bit quick to think she loved the first person she happened to open up to about those things and who didn’t judge her for them (i.e. Otis), but it wasn’t really love. And her and Otis kind of very obviously didn’t fit. But the experience will help her accept herself and meet someone who will be perfect for her. ^^  Also I was a bit distracted whenever she was on screen, because Mimi Keene, who plays Ruby, is so incredibly beautiful. *_*

Kedar Williams-Stirling who plays Jackson is so beautiful too *_* (He reminds me of a very serious but impossible crush I had for ages ;___;) Jackson’s story really touches me and I hope S04 will come out soon and that good things will happen to him.

Anyways, whenever Otis was actually interacting with Maeve, he wasn’t annoying (apart from when he was doing jealousy drama with Isaac) ... And tbh I got butterflies when they finally kissed lmao so yeah now I'm really rooting for them ... xD Also if I’m so much like Maeve, where is my Otis :<

I think the end of S03 is kind of exciting for Maeve x Otis, because maybe they are actually so sure about their feelings and each other that it doesn’t matter that they will be apart. (But I don’t remember how long Maeve is going to be in the States ... I hope it’s not long enough for them to do something stupid again :-s Actually it would be so funny if in S04 they are in a happy, exciting and well functioning LDR while everyone else in their school has all kinds of crazy relationship issues!!!! Please?)

Before that I was really rooting for Maeve and Isaac there, but sadly he went behind her back and deleted Otis’s voice message, so it was doomed. :/ And Isaac of course deserves someone who will like him the most.

I was a bit worried that they would get serious but then they would have terrible issues precisely because they have similar family backgrounds and both have abandonment and trust issues etc. from their parents. As it often happens in real life to me for example ... So I’m kind of glad there was just a little taste of something like that, but it ended before it could get really ugly and realistic. :/

Eric’s visit to Lagos was so exciting and I really liked how he went in with expectations of everything being really strict and homophobic, and while it was all that, he also discovered something new and important there about himself and what he wants, and experienced freedom as a gay man that he hadn’t experienced before in England.

(Apparently the Lagos sets were built in Wales, due to covid travel restrictions, with actual sand and gravel imported from Nigeria[!!!]. And I guess they used additional footage for the bird’s eye views of the city.)

Okay and I love Rahim and his kind of deadpan manner ♥♥♥ I really enjoyed every second he was on screen. 

I saw at least one post about it already here and I totally agree that the sexual assault theme was depicted in a very realistic, honest and helpful way. Like how it didn’t feel like anything much at first, but then later it all came crashing down. And it was so nice how Aimee got support in different ways from so many people around her.

The two “Spartacus” moments (when everyone was saying ”It’s MY vagina!” & “It’s MY poo!” so nobody could know who it actually was, instead of throwing the one person under the bus) were the absolute best ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ That’s such a powerful thing, and I wish I could experience such solidarity in real life. 

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[delorsu]

JOAQUIN PHOENIX

wallpapers / lockscreens

[datmobilestuff]

[alexroivas1]

I DONT WANT TO BELIEVE! by AlexRoivas

[ededit-blog]

[shotorozu]

you’re an editor

characters : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku (part 1)

legend : [Y/N = your name, E/A = edit account] gender neutral!

fic type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, crack]

notes : respect to the editors out there man, im still learning how to edit— and i fw your dedication, and patience for editing (from videostar users to ae users) also, people that use vinkle don’t count (i don’t make the rules)

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todoroki shouto

for this, imma make it two types of editors

you make those cute, soft plot twist edits, and you use a lot of pastel colors (you also have a consistent feed)

and you usually edit tv show characters, along with anime characters.

he may or may not have watched your edits secretly at 2am instead of sleeping

at first he didn’t even know you were E/A, like.. no way in hell there’s a famous editor in the hero course

but then one time, he caught you making an edit of him on videostar

a bakugou-todoroki plot twist edit? he’s so proud

he RECOGNISED the editing style

but he was so confused, like how tf do people use that app?? and how are you multitalented???

in short, he admires your talent. and he definitely makes that edit his live wallpaper.

scenario

he’s been staring at you for a while, silently waiting for you as you continue to edit. “love, don’t you think it’s time to sleep?” you’re still awake at 2am for some odd reason, and your boyfriend only finds out why because of the fact that you were editing again, he admires it— but at 2am is serious dedication at this point.

“no, im not even 80% done, shou.” you mumble, as you toy around with videostar. he admires your talent, yes— but he also wants you to sleep. it’s literally 2am.

“love, you can finish that tomorrow. sleep is important— and even if you wanted to finish that, it might not be.. the most accurate.” he didn’t know how to word it, and it might even be a little white lie for you to get into bed with him and go into deep slumber.

it worked, that’s what really matters. you save your edit, and turn to him— putting down your tablet as you move to snuggle next to him, eyes already fluttering.

shouto smiles while he warms up his left hand, pressing it to any sore muscles. he can’t wait to see the final product (when you’ve gotten sleep.)

midoriya izuku

i’m sorry that i use literally the same midoriya panel, i’ll change it next time

anyway, you make those dark badass— trippy eyestrain edits.

you cause worldwide barking with your edits, it’s almost crazy with how many people you’ve converted into simps.

you edit a lot of pro heros, and you usually edit miruko the most (wouldn’t blame you.)

he fangirled when he saw your iconic all might edit. everytime someone mentions ‘that one all might edit’

everyone knows what they’re talking about. E/A is just that iconic.

and you’re just so talented, out of editing, and inside of it.

though, he’s kinda concerned when he sees you stay up late. using after effects as you make your next edit

he’s a fan, really. (he might of pretended to be in a edit once.)

but— he wants you to sleep well!

scenario

midoriya isn’t so shocked when he sees you editing late at night again, and he’s not so mad at it. he knows your edit will be BOMB, and it’ll be worth it..

he thinks?

your sleep is important. and he wouldn’t want you to be tired at school, or at anywhere since you’re balancing editing while maintaining nice stats in school.

“h-hey Y/N, isn’t it time you sleep?” he says, not really wanting to be loud, he also doesn’t want to be too loud, since it’s late in the morning— and he can see the eyestrain from your laptop. (he’s kinda worried for you too, you stare at eyestrain a lot)

you only hum in reply, and he sighs— resting his head against your body. nudging you to rest. and eventually you give in to his soft velvety words.

you save, and close your laptop— your eyes slightly tired from eyestrain, and he’s mumbling about how your edits are amazing, but he’s worried about the eyestrain.

“it’s fine, izuku” you laugh, “im immune at this point.” you say that, even though you’re rubbing your eyes— squinting.

he’s not so convinced, but he’s just happy you’re taking a rest. he can’t wait for that edit to come in and break the community once more.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters.!boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing.

don’t steal my work :)

[therainbowfishy]

I’m trying to hype myself up to get writing again and to finally post on my neglected, Real and Official website’s blog by doing a written post here first. Tumblr has been feeling like a sketchbook lately, a place that feels comfortable and secret enough to be a bit messier and more casual.

I wanted to share some things I’ve been enjoying lately because I like when others share their favorites, especially during this time when I don’t have much interaction with the outside world and random encounters and conversations. It’s a long one since I had a week and a half of mini vacation while I was dog/house sitting my dog nieces, and had lots of time for TV and books.

Alright, let’s get to it!

Watching

Sex Education - I watched this whole show--yes, all 3 seasons :O--in about 4 days and fell in love with the characters. I love how character-driven the show was (well, season 3, not so much); the range of representation; the friendships; the beautiful settings (the patterned wallpaper, Otis’s entire house, how the characters biked through the forest to get to school); and the costumes.

Luca - This didn’t feel exactly like a big, innovative Pixar movie, but I don’t think Pixar has felt like that in a while. This one was quieter, with a focus on friendship and being different. It almost felt like a Ghibli film. The sea monster designs were funky, but had beautiful elements (the way they flowed, the colors), and I overall liked the round style of these characters and the sunny Italian setting.

Leena Norms’s video “How to Break Up with Amazon. For Good.” - So good and not judgy.

Marion Honey’s recently uploaded nostalgic video made up of footage from 2017 brought me back to that era in my life, of taking the Metro North and absorbing the dreamy scenery blurring by the window; of dreaming big impossible dreams; of being dissatisfied with city and office life; of wandering around bookshops and museums; of going on adventures with friends. It’s a perfect bubble of a memory that isn’t mine.

Reading

Unlikely Animals - Annie Hartnett has a new book coming out! I loooved Rabbit Cake, which remains my favorite, but I enjoyed spending time in this odd New Hampshire town with the resident ghosts who narrate this tale of a lost 20-something who has returned home, a man losing his mind, a recovering drug addict brother, missing people, and a classroom of fifth graders. It ties up too neatly, but I prefer the turn towards optimism instead of a darker place where it could’ve easily gone. 

Paper Girls - I had read parts of this comic in disjointed installments, but recently got my hands on the full series. It’s definitely best read in one sitting! I usually can’t stand time travel, but this one felt pretty tight and without major loopholes. It's about your future, your past, your shortcomings as an adult, what you lost along the way, regrets, anxieties about the future, and living in the now--no revisions, no take backs. In the end, it opens the door to a better, brighter alternate present where these paper girls have a real chance at friendship. Also, ‘80s vibes.

Misc.

Taking time off social media - my brain felt so clear and quiet ​😊

Veggie pizza with artichokes, spinach, and roasted red peppers

Melty, crispy egg toast for breakfast with garlic aioli and mozzarella

Dog cuddles

Starting a new journal

Voice notes from friends - it’s like having a personal podcast

[star-spangledstud]

Webcam

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (female!)reader.

Word Count: 2800-ish

Summary: You and Bucky try something you’ve never tried before. 

A/N: Based on the song ‘Cyber Sex’ by Doja Cat. (I’M OBSESSED WITH HER RIGHT NOW, OKAY?!” also my first smut so be gentle ;)

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (don’t read if you’re a minor mmkay?); masturbation; cursing

For the fourth time in half an hour, you looked at yourself in the mirror. With one finger, you cleaned up your lip gloss, removing it from the edge of your lower lip before tousling your hair to give it more volume. You straightened out your dress next, blushing to yourself when you thought of what you wore underneath. Bucky had no idea what was coming to him, you were sure of it. After all, you’d never had cybersex before. The guy hardly knew how to work an iPhone 4.

“Can you see me yet?” 

You chuckled, adjusting your camera so he would be able to see you better. Staring back at you was a black screen with three dots in the center and a small cutout square in the corner in which you could see yourself waving your hand in front of the webcam. You wiggled in your seat and squeezed your thighs together, anticipation bubbling in your lower belly at the thought of what you were about to do. 

“No,” he muttered, “how the hell does this work again? Hang on, baby, the computer hates me.”

He pressed several buttons, thick fingers jamming the keyboard in quick motions. You doubted he had any clue what he was doing. Technology had never been Bucky’s strong suit. 

You rolled your eyes and snorted, “James, we went over this. You have to press the camera button and make your own screen smaller with the little arrows so you can see me.”

A picture suddenly replaced the blackness, causing your cheeks to heat up and your heart to skip. There he was, your man, staring at his screen with a deep frown on his forehead and his tongue sticking out of his mouth; his concentration face. He was still dressed in his tactile suit, streaks of dirt evident on his chiseled cheekbones. 

“I see you now,” he said, smiling at you, “can you see me?” 

You nodded and waved again, smiling wide when he returned the gesture. You’d never get tired of seeing that face, not in a million years. He’d always give you butterflies.

“Where’s Steve?” You asked to be safe, peering into the motel room behind him.

“Got his own room for the night,” he commented, “I wanted to be alone with my best girl.”

He got up, placing the gun that had been lying on the desk in front of his computer on the nightstand of his double bed. The entire room seemed to entirely be clad in 80s decor, from the wallpaper to the sheets and even the TV behind him. You watched as he took another weapon from his waistband and placed it beside the other one. Then a knife, which he collected from his right boot, ended up on the table as well. 

“How long have you been in?” You asked. 

“We just got back ten minutes ago,” he smiled, “I couldn’t wait to see your face. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too,” you said, “come sit down, big guy.” 

He did as told and took a seat after taking his jacket off and hanging it up over the back of the chair. His finger went out to touch the screen but recoiled when he realized it was silly. He really did miss you, it had been too damn long since he was able to touch you. 

Bucky and Steve left nearly two months ago. He knew it would be a long mission with endless stakeouts and not a lot of action, which made the time pass by even slower. Every day he’d sit in various hiding spots for hours, underneath bushes, behind trees and sometimes even high up inside them with weapons at the ready but nobody to shoot. HYDRA employees seemed to live in the underground facility he and Steve had been staking out for weeks now because neither of them had seen anyone go in our out so far and it was starting to become frustrating. 

“We’re thinking we might call it quits in a few days,” he said, rubbing his arms, “we haven’t seen shit and we both doubt things will change anytime soon. It looks like they’re laying low for now. All the cameras are almost set up anyway, so we can watch ‘em remotely.” 

You nodded happily, excited at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend again soon. You missed him terribly, missed having him by your side every day and in your bed every night. You missed pulling at his hair while his hands were on your hips, fingertips pushing into your bare skin as he drew profanities from your lips. Fuck, you missed him terribly.

“Speaking of cameras,” you grinned, “do you like my new dress? Haven’t had a chance to show you yet.” You asked, getting up from your chair. 

You pushed it back so your whole body could get in the frame, your hands slowly running down the length of the pastel gingham dress that made your skin tone stand out beautifully. You could see Bucky closing in on his computer screen to see better, lower lip between his teeth when you twirled for him, making the skirt lift to expose more of your skin. He looked down at the white knee socks that clad your legs and the black Mary-Jane pumps on your feet and his lip turned red from the biting. 

“I love it,” he said breathlessly, “really makin’ me miss you right now.”

“I’ve so been lonely without you,” you purred.

To say you’d planned how this would go be a lie. You’d never undressed on camera before and weren’t exactly confident in your abilities to sensually strip for a man, but it was Bucky who you were doing it for and just knowing that made you feel more at ease. Nevertheless, your heart thumped in your chest while your fingers went to the hem of the dress, which ended just above your knees. Bucky frowned as you began to lift the piece of fabric slowly over your thighs, his breath hitching when you looked up into the webcam.

“What’re you doing?” He asked breathlessly, “baby...” 

He knew damn well what you were doing, he could see what you were doing with his icy blues, but he was afraid, terrified to think they were deceiving him or that it was all a terribly wonderful dream. Either way, he didn’t want to wake up before having the chance to see it all unfold. Being away from you for so long was starting to remind him of going to war. To make matters worse, he couldn’t just easily jerk off with Steve’s supersoldier hearing. Bucky was itching for release.

“Wanna show you how much I miss you, James,” you cooed, “cause I miss you real bad.” 

Your hands left the hem for a moment, fabric dropping to just above your knees again. Then, they found the underside of your breasts, your sternum, your stomach, and your hips. You caressed yourself, flicking your own nipples and fiddling with the cotton straps slowly before you finally lifted the dress up again, further this time. He’d soon be able to see your new underwear, pretty, soft, and pink just like your pussy. 

As soon as the fabric of the dress exposed the line of your panties, Bucky was gripping the table in front of him like his life depended on it. He’d never in his life thought about using modern communication devices for, well, sexual purposes, but the growing pressure inside his tactile pants had him suppressing a groan he could hardly keep inside his hot mouth and he had to stop himself from bucking his hips forward in an attempt to create deliciously painful friction against his pants.

Your bra, brand new and the same shade of baby pink with red lace around the wire, his favorite color on you, came into view and he was like a puddle at your feet. You tossed the dress on your bed, allowing your hands to slide up and down your body while he watched you in silence, the only sound being soft jazz music that played through your surround-sound system. Just the thought of his eyes on you getting naked in your bedroom made wetness pool between your legs.

You sauntered back towards the camera, using your hands to lean against the desk so your breasts were pushed together. Your mind was consumed with thoughts of him, had been ever since he was roughly whisked away from you two months ago and Jesus Christ you needed him so bad. It was a fucking sin to be away from him for so long. How the hell did you survive before you met him? How did you get off without his dick?

“Is that new too? Did you buy that for me as well?” He asked, voice gruff and dangerously low. 

You nodded, showing off the fabric by coming even closer to the camera. Then, you turned around again, slightly shaking your ass when you showed him the back of your panties up close. Your thumbs hooked under the band on your hips and they smacked against your skin when you let it go again. 

“I can’t wait to see you in that in-person, baby. All the things I’m gonna do to you while you’re wearing it. Gonna rip it right off you.”

“Yeah?” you taunted, licking your lips while cupping your bra with both hands.

“You doubtin’ me?” he asked darkly. 

“Seeing is believing, Sarge.”

“You’ll see it,” he smirked, “feel it too, when I shove my fucking cock down your throat.” 

You sat back down in the chair, squeezing your legs together to stop the ache between them as you shivered. How bad you wished he would come barging into the room right then and there to make you his, how much you needed his hand around your throat while he fucked you mercilessly into the desk, the thoughts were driving you up the fucking wall. You inhaled deeply, a deep breath enough to suck in the courage for what you were about to say. 

“I’m so wet for you, James.” 

You could hear the sharp intake of breath through the microphone of your laptop. He remained silent for a moment, contemplating what to say. He’d never done this before, but he wanted to make you happy in any way he could. He’d do anything for you, even being thousands of miles away from you. 

“Are you now?” he huffed, “guess that since I can’t be there to help you, you’re gonna have to listen to what I tell you to do. Can you do that for me, baby? Be so good for me.” 

You nodded quickly, taking your index finger in your mouth and biting the skin in anticipation. He had you writhing in your chair without even touching you. You didn’t know what it was about him, but everything about him turned you on, from the way his jawline was covered in dark scruff to his metal arm, which gleamed beautifully in the artificial motel room light. Everything about him oozed masculinity. 

“Show me how wet you are,” he told you, “come on angel.” 

You did as told by placing both heels on either side of the desk. He could already see the wet patch in the center of your panties begin to form and this time, Bucky couldn’t help but to let out a throaty groan when memories of him fucking you harshly and relentlessly into the mattress behind you clouded his vision. 

“I’ve been so lonely without you, Bucky,” you said, rubbing your fingers across your inner thighs teasingly, “It’s just not the same when I do it.”

He palmed his cock through his pants en began to rub it slowly at the sight of you; one hand moving over your clothed pussy and the other disappearing inside the cup of your bra. You adored way his dark, long hair was tied in a messy bun and wished you could reach through the screen to touch it. You wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips trailing down between your breasts, along your stomach and to the place where you needed him most. 

“Take it off,” he grumbled as he undid the button and unzipped his pants, “all of it. Take it off right now.”

He didn’t have to tell you again. Your bra was on the floor in seconds, exposing your perked nipples to the cold air of your room and his wanting gaze. You wiggled out of your panties, dropping them on the ground in front of you. Then, your legs resumed their previous position, one on the left side of your laptop and the other on the right, heels clicking against the wood in anticipation. 

You swore you could hear him curse underneath his breath when he caught a view of your naked pussy, glistening with slick and pretty pink contrasted by dark tan lines. He pulled his straining cock free from his boxers at last. It’s hard and thick, so fucking thick it made you want to cry out in desperation. There was no way you could’ve waited another day without at least seeing him, it was downright torture.

“So pretty, baby,” he groaned into his microphone, “touch yourself for me.”

You did as told, placing a finger on your most sensitive place, “Like this?” 

You began to rub circles over your clit, finally allowing a moan to escape your lips while Bucky slowly rubbed his throbbing cock. 

“Jesus, I want you to come sit on my dick,” his eyes screwed shut, “fuck you ‘til you can’t breathe.” 

“Come home then,” you tease, licking your finger before placing it back on your nub, “I’ll sit on your dick all day long.” 

“All day? You sure you can handle that?” He asked, eyes opening again just in time to see you plunge your middle finger inside yourself. 

You were so hot, burning to the touch and your back arched involuntarily when you dipped your finger in and out of your glistening pussy, “I’ll sit on your dick and your face, Bucky. You’re my favorite seat.” 

He chuckled, his grip on his cock tightening in an attempt to mimic the way you felt clenching around him. He envisioned it, your pussy over his mouth, nose pushed against your public bone as his tongue dove in and out of you. He’d grip your ass and smack it red with his metal one while groping your tits with his flesh one, drinking you up as you came in his mouth, driven to near madness from the feeling of his scruff against your most sensitive area.

You couldn’t wait for him to be with you again so he could be the one whose fingers were inside you instead of your own, ready to cave under the pressure of his muscular body on top of you. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, plunging another digit in so your middle finger wouldn’t cramp up, “wish you could cum in my mouth.” 

“Jesus Christ, I will,” the velvet murmur of his voice reminded you to look up at the camera instead of down at yourself, “soon as I get back to you I’ll cum wherever you want.”

You began to pump faster, rubbing your clit in smaller and more intense circles than before. You could see him do the same, increasing the speed with which he jerked himself off. His face was red and gleaming with sweat, running along his temple and down his neck. Your moans echoed through his speakers and through your room, filling his ears with a sound so delicious it nearly drove him insane.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urged, “I wanna see you make yourself cum like my good girl.” 

Pleasure overtook you when his words rang in your ears on repeat, eyes screwing shut when you continued to plunge your fingers inside you at a fast pace. Your hips rolled inside the chair, desperate for as much friction as you could possibly get. It creaked under your jerky movements, but you didn’t pay it any attention when Bucky’s voice filled the room through the speakers. 

You tossed your head back in bliss, pressure building so fast and deep inside of you that you knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Keep going,” he urged, “don’t you dare stop, baby.” 

“James, fuck” you moaned loudly, “I’m gonna..” 

Before you could finish your sentence, you were cumming so hard you saw stars clouding your vision. Your walls clenched around your fingers while you continued to rub circles over your oversensitized clit in an attempt to ride out your orgasm as long as you could. The coil of pleasure inside your lower belly finally snapped, sending sparks before your eyes and your mind blanked. 

You shuddered and opened your eyes, watching Bucky stroke himself from tip to base, hair beginning to fall from the bun atop his head the more he tilted his head back. 

With a harsh pant, he came all over his stomach, coating the black tactile vest in glossy white spurts of hot cum. He’d have to clean it before tomorrow because his other one had ripped when trying to climb a tree, but right now, all he could think about was how good it felt.

He fell back inside his chair, hands falling limply to his sides while he watched you remove your fingers from inside you. 

“We should’ve done this two months ago,” he panted, “could’ve saved me a lot of lonely nights.” 

You smiled blissfully, wiping a strand of sticky hair from your forehead.

Still, you couldn’t wait to have him with you for real. 

[circular-time]

I was just thinking about the silliness of the bubble wrap in season 19-20 and it suddenly hit me: I certainly never noticed it back in the day, although that may just have been my bad TV, but maybe they were actually counting on the odd texture to show up in interesting ways when other textures might be lost due to the graininess of CRT phosphors?

Probably I'm giving Who's designers too much credit.

Also I looked up to see how far back bubble wrap was in wide use. It was invented in 1957, so it was well established by 80s Who, although a relatively modern (even futuristic) material.

On the other hand, it was originally invented and sold as wallpaper or decorative covering, so maybe Doctor Who was actually using it as intended!

But by 1960, when the wallpaper idea had flopped, the manufacturer floundered around trying to find an alternate use and eventually discovered bubblewrap made excellent padding.