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Matthew Lillard Smut Story

Scream VII: The Extras

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This contains some backstory and ends with a smut. If you came here purely for the smut scroll towards the bottom.

Word count: 11,321

(Sorry this is a long one.)

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SCREAM VII:THE EXTRAS 

Today is the day I get to audition for a new movie that's happening in this area. All I know right now is that it's a horror film and they really only need extra’s right now. Which is fine I am just starting and shouldn't expect anything more yet. All I have done is commercials and well I have been stuck doing that since those come around more frequent then movies do. 

They made it very clear to show up with a clear face and no makeup. No lines were going to be given they just wanted a very specific look and would go off of our everyday appearances. They also made sure to add that it was to be only casual clothing. Which was fine. I didn't exactly own anything fancy anyway.  

I looked through my closet trying to find something that didn't have name brands or any writing on them as that could be against some kind of unspoken rule. After flipping through fifteen shirts I found a black shirt with bleach stains on it. It came off looking like it was distressed in some spots. I pulled out my black skinny jeans that had a hole in the knee. I grabbed my black combat boots out of the closet and started to get dressed. 

This was a normal everyday appearance for me. I didn't need to brush my hair. I curled it last night so I could have more of a loose lived in beach wave curl. I just dyed my hair black last week so it looks even better than normal. I think I look alright. I hope they are looking for my style. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my Scooby-Doo themed wallet that I got from hot topic when I was a teenager. It's intended to be a man's wallet but I don't like the bulky women’s wallets. They are inconvenient. I put it in my back left pocket  and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it and opened up my browser since the address was on the ad I found. I copied the address and opened up the GPS. I pasted the address and pressed on go so it would route me to the place where the auditions and casting were going to be held. I am really excited. I made my way to my parking garage and walked over to my 2008 jeep wrangler. It was an army green color and is a four door. My pride and joy.  

Once I was in my jeep I hooked my phone up to my bluetooth and opened my Spotify. I put my 2023 jams playlist on and Because boobs by Pyschosticks came on. I turned up my car radio so it was blaring and started to drive to the auditions. 

Thirty minutes of zoning out and jamming out to music passed and I was pulling into  a building in Santa Rosa. It took an additional fifteen minutes to find parking. I am glad I gave myself the extra thirty minutes. I turned my music down and sat in my car for a couple of minutes. It's going to be okay. The worst they can say is go home. Rejection happens all the time.  

I finally turn my car off and grab my phone out of the cup holder. I turned it on silent and slid it into my back right pocket. Remember everything is going to be fine. 

After five minutes of walking I found the building with a sign that said auditions being held here. I opened the front door and met the other fifty people that wanted to be cast. I heard a different door open and most of everyone fell silent except for a few who still were chatting amongst themselves.  

"Alright, everyone thank you for coming. We are going to quickly look at everyone and the one's that fit our style will get a name tag and will need to stay. If you are not chosen then you are free to leave thank you." The person said. I couldn't see who was talking so this just became more intimidating. I heard the door open again and the sound of shuffling feet. I started to hear some tears spill from a couple of people who were headed in my direction. They walked past me and left out of the door. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. This is going to be okay. 

"Remember to stay put.” A mans voice said and I opened my eyes and three people were in front of me and one of their hands was extended towards me with a name tag. Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I got  a name tag! I grabbed the name tag from the man and smiled at the three of them as they continued to walk through the room and more tears were shed and heard.  The sound of the door opening and closing became harder to hear.  

"Alright everyone. We are going to have tou come up one by one. When you get to the desk in the next room we are going to have you write your names down on the name tags and we will also be taking your pictures for passes for the film. As well as you will be signing a contract saying you will not disclose any information about the movie to anyone until after the movie is released. Once that is done we will group up again and we will discuss what the movie actually is and your roles in it. Okay. Let's get Started." The man that handed me the name tag said. 

Everyone formed a line and because I was standing closer to the door it meant I was the middle of the line. It wasn't as long as it was waiting for the name tag. It took twenty minutes and then I was going through the second door and making my way to the table. I bent forward picking up the pen and writing my name on the name tag and then signing the contract. I put the name tag on and was guided by one of the people to the camera set up when the next person came in and started the process. They took the picture of me and told me to find a chair and sit down. I followed their directions and found a seat in the back and waited. Another twenty minutes passed and the chairs were filled and the three main people moved to the center of the room. 

“As you can see a total of thirty- five people were selected. We will be using everyone of you in this upcoming film. Each of you will have specific things to do. None of you will have speaking roles. This is a horror movie as stated on the ad we posted. This isn't just any horror movie. It's the most loved horror film series. This is going to be Scream VII. You will be working along side some of the best actors and actresses. This does not mean this is your chance to befriend them. You are not allowed to be around them unless you are used in the same scene as them. Do not go out of your way to get their attention. If you do you will be removed from this project. Every day on set you will get new directions on where you are supposed to be. We will be starting in two weeks on Monday. We will start at 8 a.m on the dot do not be late." The man said. 

Hell yeah! I am excited! They had us jot down our phone numbers when signing all the paperwork so I assume that's how they will be contacting us if they need anything.  

"Can Josh, April, Samuel, and y/n stay behind a little longer please." The same man said. 

The four of us stayed seated while the rest of the extras left.  

"We happened to think your overall style fit in great but, we have decided we would like to use you as side characters and not extras. You will have speaking roles. You won't have a lot of lines but these were preplanned characters that the actors decided against being in the movie last minute. We will be using your real names for these roles. It will make it easier on your cast mates. Here are the scripts we are going to have you highlight your lines. All of you will die in this movie. Two of you will die at the end. Making it to the very last minute.” I smiled and tried to hide the excitement I was getting from this announcement. They passed out the scripts and we got to work highlighting all of our lines. They were right when they said we weren’t getting many lines. I’m okay with that. I mean honestly it’s not a bad thing.  

We were flipping through the script highlighting lines still but we got to a page and my eyes nearly bulged from my eyes. They had me saying a couple of lines with Stu Macher. I KNEW IT! HE DIDN’T DIE! Oh my gosh I’m going to be in the presence or Matthew Lillard. Oh my God I have lines with him. He is the one that kills me sort of. I don’t mind my death at all. I die after a sex scene. I mean you don’t see anything it’s just heavily implied until they pan the camera over and see Billy stab me to death as revenge. I would also like to note that I make it to the very end. I am so freaking happy.  

“Alright you guys thank you for coming. We look forward to working with you and will see you in two weeks.” The three of them said and all of them stood up and shook our hands. This is truly a dream come true. I walked myself out of the building and back to my jeep. I unlocked it got in and immediately locked it again. I put my keys into the ignition and started it up. I put my bluetooth on and grabbed my phone out of my back right pocket , unlocked it, and put Spotify on to the same playlist I had on earlier. I turned it up so it was mildly loud and then screamed with joy. The smile on my face was huge and I wanted to celebrate but I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone which made that hard to do. I can’t believe it. I’m really getting to do this. I finally put my jeep into reverse and started my thirty minute drive home.  

Once I got home I was antsy. I didn’t have to work today and since this is supposed to be a paying job I will have to take a small break from work when this starts so I will have to get it sorted out. I’m a waitress and they make it very clear I’m replaceable but I don’t really care. If they fire me yes that would suck but there are other places I could get a job too. I decided to celebrate with some wine and a movie marathon of all the screams. That would be awesome.  

The next two weeks felt like they took forever. My job told me if I took a couple of weeks off then I was going to lose my job so I let them put my two weeks in. Every shift they made it a nightmare for me. Every massive table and multiple big parties at once. It wasn’t easy but I stayed on top of it and I made enough tips that I was a couple of months ahead on bills and would still have playing around money. I wasn’t going to be hurting right at this moment so that was nice. I have always been relatively smart with my money. Tomorrow is the day I get to go to this acting job and start the project with everyone. I’m truly so excited. I got a phone call earlier this morning letting me know to come not made up tomorrow and that they would be doing hair and makeup for me on the set. The other three and I get to share a space together as far as trailers while the bigger stars got their own space. Totally fine I’ll just have to remember to not bring a lot of stuff.  

I woke up before my alarm went off. I was up two hours before my alarm. Great, I was too excited to stay asleep. Alright if I’m up I mine as well as stay up so I don’t sleep through my alarm later.  

I got out of bed, made my way to my closet and through on some black skinny jeans and a frumpy grey t-shirt. I put on some black no show socks and then made my way to the kitchen. I started to brew myself a pot of coffee and made my way to the fridge. When I opened it I smiled at what I saw. My roommate left me a cinnamon roll. It had a note on it saying congratulations on the new job I hope you have a good day. I smiled and pulled it out of the fridge along with the eggs and milk. I grabbed a pan off the drying rack and fried myself two eggs and grabbed a paper plate from the cabinet. I put the cinnamon roll on the plate and put it in the microwave for a minute so it would heat up. They always taste better heated up. I poured myself a cup of coffee and when everything finished I sat down and ate breakfast. This is the first time I have ate breakfast in forever. It was so good. I found the remote on the table and turned the TV on and opened up Netflix and decided to watch a couple of episodes of good girl.  

Every episode with Matthew Lillard was the best. The one tacky blonde he cheated on Beth with was lucky. To have been “sleeping” with him was lucky. Beth was also lucky. She had proof that she was screwing Dean. She had kids with him. Granted he was lucky too she had massive boobs. Not to mention Dean’s ass was so round in some scenes. It’s just something you want to sink your teeth into and hear him groan in pain. I got chills up my back just thinking about it.  

I heard my phone go off and saw it was my original alarm. I had thirty minutes before I needed to leave the house. I got up and threw my plate away and washed my dishes really quick. I turned off the TV and went into the bathroom and brushed my hair and brushed my teeth. I went back into my room and slid my combat boots back on making sure to tie them tight. I grabbed my wallet and phone and slid them into my back pockets and grabbed my keys and made my way back out to my jeep. 

As directed by the three members of staff that hired me I drove down to Woodsboro. Once I got to the town I followed the directions they texted me and found myself at the entrance. When I pulled up a guard asked for my name and ID and when I gave it to him he verified I was part of the cast. He told me where to park and told me to wait by my jeep. Someone was going to be by with a cart to get me. I waved goodbye to the guard and smiled. 

As soon as I parked I got out of the jeep and waited behind it. I saw a golf cart headed my way with two of the others that were with me. April and Samuel. They stopped in front of me with the worker driving and he greeted me and told me to hop on in. He spun us around in the golf cart and took us to our trailer where a makeup artist waited for us.  

“Hello. My name is Mykie and I will be doing your makeup and hair today. It’s going to be pretty light for two of the four of you for now and I know they dropped off a couple of outfits for the ones they asked sizes for.” She motioned to the clothes. It wasn’t me so I assume what I am wearing is fine. She started with April and made her way through those three before I sat in front of her. She took like twenty minutes on me makeup wise but when I looked at myself I was in awe. I looked like a true goth. Eyes all black, a droopy but sharp wing. Big false eyelashes. My eyebrows were shaped to perfection and then she curled my hair. She handed me a small amount of accessories. A couple of rings and a thick chunky black bracelet that looked like a belt. I am digging this look.  

We all stopped moving and chatting with each other when we heard a knock on the trailer door. All of us looked pretty awesome. April looked like a cheerleader which is fitting. She looked frail and cheerful.  

“Hey everyone I hope you are all ready. I want you to make your way out to where we are shooting some clips.” One of the casting members said. We all smiled and ran out of the trailers following behind them. They hushed us and had us follow in behind them. We started to hear some voices saying lines and I heard the very familiar voices.  

“Come on Stu. We can do this together again. We are best friends Stu. We can do this.” Skeet/Billy said. I cannot fan girl right now it will cost me this job. I’m not willing to lose this job.  

“You left me behind you dick. A TV fucking fell on me and you never even looked back or tried to help me. You threw a god damn phone at my head. I don’t want to help you!” Stu/Matthew said.  

“I’m sorry Stu. We can get past this can’t we. We have something to finish here. We have kids who continue this on for us. They can get back at everyone who bullied them. Let’s get back together in this.” Billy said to stu trying to convince him. 

“look who’s here. Your exs daughter April. The ex who also ditched your sorry ass. Just do it stu. Get back at her and hurt her the worst way possible. Like the good times.” Billy said. April made her way to the edge of the scene and Skeet dragged her into frame. I just noticed that they had put some wounds on April.  

“No man I’m not doing this.” Stu said  

“This is crazy man.” Stu added.  

Billy forced April to fall in front of him and put a knife in Stu’s hand.  

“April tell him how old you are.” Billy said.  

“Why does that matter?” Stu asked looking confused.  

“I’m seventeen.” She said whimpering starting to cry.  

Stu looked at her with confusion.  

“You can’t be seventeen. Your not my kid.” He said. The hurt becoming more visual.  

“Did she cheat on me man?” Stu asked Billy.  

“She had David’s kid. He had a blast knowing she did it behind your back.” Billy said now laughing and making Stu more upset. 

“DAMN IT!” Stu yelled. His hands running to the side of his head. Grabbing the knife with a firmer grip.  

“Stupid fucking bitch!” He yelled again. Within moments he started to stab April. It looked so real. April looked like she was actually terrified.  

“CUT!” The director yelled.  

“That was awesome everyone. I’m just going to have Stu feel bad for what he has done and then drag April off scene okay?” The director made the note. They yelled action and Matthew did as he was directed to do. Once April was off screen Skeet walked towards the camera where it cut off when the screen went black. It was a way to transition to a new part of the movie without having to clip it. Matthew and Skeet made there way over to April who was standing next to me.  

“Hey are you alright? Sorry if we actually scared you.” Matthew said putting a hand on her arm. She wiped a couple of tears away and smiled.  

“Being yelled at is never fun whether it’s for real or acting. It did scare me a little bit but, nothing I can’t get over.” She said smiling at them. They gave her a hug and walked off. Now that she was dead I am pretty sure she doesn’t get to come back.  

“Does that mean you don’t get to come back now that your character is dead?” I asked her.  

“Yeah they gave me a one day pass. They said I won’t actually be on screen anymore. They would just use a snippet of my death later if they needed it.” She said smiling.  

“Oh well that sucks I’m sorry.” I said. I really felt bad for that. I mean I know we all have to die during this but that really sucks. To only get to be here for a day.  

We continued this routine of arriving and getting brought to the trailer by a golf cart to get ready. Then walking to set. It was really nice. Today is the day I died. I didn’t get to see Skeet or Matthew in a while since I wasn’t going to be in the background or much of anything today.  

“Y/N get ready.” Someone on the sidelines said.  

I walked to the side of the set scene and waited for my que.  

“Y/N! Where are you?” Stu dragged out every word.  

“I’m gonna find you.” Stu dragged out the words again.  

I followed the que and started to crawl under the bed on the set. I started to hear the footsteps next to the foot of the bed and it made me shiver with anticipation. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and pull me out from under the bed.  

“You can’t hide from me baby.” Stu said. He pulled me up so I was standing next to him and he wrapped me in a hug.  

“I will always find you and be right at your side.” He added. He pulled away from the hug and puts his hands on my cheeks. He pulled my head up to look at him.  

“Let’s do this before Billy spots us okay?” He smiled and leaned towards me. They warned me there was a kiss and that I would be led to the bed but I didn’t know if that was going to actually happen or not. He continued to lean forward and closed the gap between us and kissed me. He pushed me back against the bed and then the director yelled cut as that was the end of the scene.  

“Let’s set it up for the next scene. We changed your death a little bit Y/N.” I heard the director say. Fuck. Does that mean this is really it. I got to kiss Matthew Lillard and now I have to die? Can’t we kiss for at least another half hour and give me time to memorize the feeling? Please?  

They started setting up the next scene. They didn’t tell me how my death was going to happen just that it was happening in the next scene. My guess is they want a genuine reaction for this. Which is fine I just hope this isn’t too bad.  

“Are you okay if we put you in a nude colored tube top? It’s just we want to make it seem like your bare and have nothing on for the next scene. We know this is a bit of a change but if your not okay with it we can find another way.” One of the makeup and wardrobe people asked.  

“Yeah that’s fine.” I said more than happy to be adapting to the change. They tucked me away behind a curtain and gave me the nude colored tube top that perfectly matched my skin tone. There was a small bit of padding to keep it so my nipples didn’t poke through it. I assume for some sort of protection from the other person. I stepped out from behind the curtain with the new top on and they smiled. They fixed my hair and makeup a little and gave me a couple of capsules to put on the side of my gums inside of my mouth.  

“Alright when the time comes and you will know we want you to bite down on the capsules and the fake blood from it will pour out. It’s edible but doesn’t taste very good as a warning.” The makeup artist said. I grabbed the capsules and tucked them next to my gums.  

“Sounds good.” I said  

“You better get over there I think they are ready to start.” They both said to me. I smiled and walked back over to set.  

“Hey I know this is a little more intimate then you were prepared for so if your uncomfortable just tap my arm okay?” Matthew who was now shirtless and in front of me said. Uhm is he hoping for a response because I can’t find any words. I just stared at his bare chest.  

“Did you hear me?” He said.  

“Oh yeah of course. It’s going to be hard to make me feel uncomfortable though.” I said and smiled.  

“Okay good. Just remember it’s just a scene I’m not sure if this is the only thing you have done but, it’s just acting.” He said to me. I smiled at him.  

“Alright everyone places.” The director yelled out. Matthew lifted up the sheet on the bed and I crawled in and he crawled on top of me.  

“And Action!” The director yelled.  

Matthew or should I say Stu leaned down and started to kiss me. His lips were soft. They were slightly small but I didn’t mind. He started to slightly grind against me which was a bit shocking but I tried my best to not have a reaction to it. He moaned a little into my mouth and it turned me on a little too much. I heard a door creak open.  

“You fucking bitch. You stupid fucking bitch!” Billy yelled at us. Or rather me. Stu pulled away and looked at Billy and laughed at him.  

“What can I say she has good taste.” Stu said.  

“Not any fucking more!” Billy yelled and stomped over to me. He pushed Stu off of me and started the motion to stab my stomach repeatedly. I move the capsules in my mouth to between my teeth and bit down on them. I let the fake blood run down the back of my throat so it could trigger a gag response so it started to spill out of my mouth giving me a convulsing reaction. I heard them finish off the scene after it was panned off of me and waiting for them to yell cut so I could be removed from the set. After another five minutes with me in the background the director yelled cut and it was the end for me. My death was kind of lame but it’s fine. At least I can say I got to kiss Matthew Lillard and he dry humped me. Not everyone can say that. They handed me back my shirt and told me good job. They thanked me for being a part of the movie and I made my way off of the set and to my car. Once I got to the car I felt some tears near the brim of my eyes. I haven’t turned my jeep on yet so I was just sitting there in shock from the past couple of weeks on set. I heard a knocking on my window and I looked over my shoulder and saw Matthew standing next to my car door. I turned my jeep on and rolled down the window.  

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee or something later. Make sure your okay. I did it with the rest of the extras. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or that you have to. I know it can be scary sometimes or in this case sad when your released from a project “ He said to me with a shy smile.  

“I would love that actually yeah.” I said.  

“Mind if I get your number and I will let you know what day and time?” He asked me.  

“Sure do you have your phone on you?” I asked him and he dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.  

“Don’t you have to put your password in?” I asked him.  

“I don’t use them. No need for one.” He said with a smile. Damn he is a trusting man. I nodded and opened up his contacts and put my phone number in his phone and texted myself so I had his. That way I knew not to ignore the texts or calls.  

“I hope you don’t mind but I texted myself so I also had your number. I normally ignore numbers I don’t recognize and I don’t want to miss your call or text.” I smiled at him.  

“Not a problem. Then I will see you soon.” He smiled back at me and I handed him his phone and he waved goodbye to me. Once he wasn’t near my jeep anymore I rolled up my window and started to drive away. I memorized the pathway to get home at this point so I didn’t bother with my GPS and I was so lost in thought that I didn’t bother with the music.  

My phone started to ring ten minutes into the ride and I reached forward on my stereo and answered the phone through my bluetooth set up.  

“Hey it worked you didn’t ignore my call.” I heard Matthew say with a bit of a laugh following his words.  

“Nope I sure didn’t.” I said also laughing with the words.  

“Anyway Skeet and I are going to dinner tonight with a couple other members of the cast. If you haven’t gone far would you like to join us?” He asked.  

“Yeah I would love that. Where at?” I asked him.  

“We are going to head over to BJs meet us there in like fifteen to twenty minutes?” He said. Okay that’s doable. It won’t be too expensive I don’t think.  

“Sounds good.” I said and hung up the phone. Okay this is perfectly normal. This is totally normal. I’m just going to a casual dinner with coworkers. Cast members. It’s going to be okay. I know I haven’t passed BJs yet it’s another block away so I was going to be early. That’s fine. I have a couple of shirts in the back I can change into and I can brush my hair really quick and get more of the curls out and loosened.  

I found a parking spot near the back of the parking lot and smiled. I put my jeep in park and reached behind me digging through some of the clothes in the back seat. I grabbed my Metallica black, grey and white shirt and took off the shirt I had on. I was wearing a tank top under my original shirt since I had to give back the tube top they had me wear for the scene. I wasn’t going to be flashing anyone today. I grabbed my hairbrush from my glove box and started brushing the curls out some more. I opened up my sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror and I looked decent. I checked my teeth in the mirror to make sure there was nothing in it anymore. I was able to get all the fake blood out of my mouth by swishing water all around it and spitting it out. When I put my hairbrush back in my glove box I pulled out a tin of mints and put two in my mouth and closed the glove box back up. Alright I looked decent. I smelled decent I’m pretty sure I have perfume in here some where. I bent back over and reached back into the back seat and started to dig around. I found it under the passenger seat finally and brought it up in front of me and started to spray a crazy amount onto me. It was the Japanese cherry blossom scent from bath and body works. It smelled so good. I put the perfume back into the backseat and looked in front of me. I saw Matthew getting out of his car and walking to the front door so I decided to get out of my car and walk over to meet up with him. I didn’t see anyone else yet. Maybe I should hang back so I am not going to make things awkward. Whatever I got this. It won’t be awkward unless I make it awkward right.  

“Hey.” I said from behind him. He turned around and greeted me with a smile.  

“Hey, so a little bit of a change it’s just going to be Skeet, you, and me. Is that okay?” He asked me.  

“Yeah of course. If I get in the way I can leave. If you would rather hang out with your friend.” I offered.  

“Oh don’t worry it’s fine. I’m glad he invited you to hang out with us. We wanted to get to know you a little better miss Colgate commercial.” I heard Skeet say. He walked in front of me and smiled down towards me. Wow they sure did make me feel short.  

A hostess walked over to us with her jaw hanging open.  

“Hello. Two for a table?” She asked. I assume she must think I don’t know them which isn’t her fault.  

“Three.” Both of them said and she blushed feeling a tad embarrassed and grabbed a third menu.  

“Do you prefer a booth or a table?” She asked.  

“A booth somewhere in the back is fine. A little less public if you don’t mind.” Skeet asked.  

“Of course follow me.” She said and guided us to the back of the restraunt and sat us at the booth that wasn’t directly next to a window and was a bit out of sight. No one would come back here that wasn’t supposed to be back here so that was nice.  

Our waitress came out pretty quick and she was a really pretty petite blonde. I noticed she was eyeing both the men. I don’t blame her I have been too. I know both of them are married so that’s a bummer but awe well.  

“So Matthew how is everything going you know since that thing happened?” Skeet asked.  

“It’s been fine. I’d rather not talk about it too much right now.” He said peering at me a little. What does that mean? 

“I can go. It really won’t hurt my feelings any if you both want to catch up.” I said again.  

“No don’t go. It’s perfectly fine and we trapped you on the inside of the booth so we can learn about you more.” Matthew said.  

“Uhm okay I guess. What would you like to know?” I asked confusingly and slightly worried.”  

“All we know is your name so how old are you? Do you have family around here? Are you from California? Do you have someone that makes you happy?” Matthew was throwing a few questions out there.  

“What about your favorite color? Is that your natural style? What’s your favorite kind of music?” Skeet mentioned a few questions himself.  

I think I might need a drink for this. The waitress was still here. “You know what can I get a margarita on the rocks please?” I asked her and she jotted that down.  

“Can I see your ID?” She asked and I dug my wallet out of my back pocket and handed her my ID after digging it out.  

“Okay awesome I will get that started for you and what about you two?” She asked bringing her attention back to them while handing me back my ID.  

“We will both take the beer on tap.” Skeet said. With our drink orders in she made her way behind the bar and started getting our drinks.  

“Alright to start answering some of your questions I am 27 years old, I don’t really associate with my family anymore. They aren’t really accepting of me which is fine. I am not from California I am from Arizona. If your question is more related to happiness then yes I do have someone and that someone is my roommate. They have been my best friend since I was little. If it's more towards romantically then no I am single. My favorite color is an earthy green more so the color of the trees in fall. This is more of my everyday style except I really don’t like to wear makeup. I think I’m pretty on my own and don’t need it. I am all over the place with my music style. I like the 70’s- 2000’s style of music more than the current music in 2023 but I still listen to a few here and there.” I finished up the line of questions they threw at me and smiled with a bit of relief when she made her way back over with the drinks. She handed me my margarita first and I chugged it.  

“Can you just bring me like two more for now?” I asked her and she just smiled.  

“Sure thing. Are you all ready to order?” She asked.  

“Yeah I think we are ready.” The boys ordered burgers and were looking at me for my order.  

“I also will get a burger and your fries and do you mind adding on the sample platter you have and just add your favorites onto it? I haven’t been here before so I kind of want to try something new. Oh and here. Can I pay for it right now?” I asked her handing her my card.  

“Are you going to be drinking more?” She asked.  

“Yeah probably I’m not sure. If I decide to drink more I can pay again later if that’s okay.” I said.  

“Sure thing. Is this for everyone or just yourself?” She asked.  

“Everyone.” I said and smiled back at her. She smiled towards me and took my card.  

“Hey wait a minute.” Skeet and Matthew tried to grab her attention but, she didn’t hear them.  

“What are you doing? You didn’t have to do that. We could have paid for ourselves or even better we could have treated you.” Skeet said and Matthew agreed.  

“Oh no, let me treat. I don’t want you guys paying for me. You barely know me.” I said with a grin.  

“Well that’s not exactly fair you don’t really know us either.” They said almost in unison.  

They had a point. I didn’t care about the point but that’s my problem.  

“Well I am also a secret fan. I admire both of your work a lot.” I said with a lot if honesty coming from me. The alcohol will help me a lot. This might be a better night than I thought. A couple of minutes later the waitress brought my two other margaritas and came back a moment later with our appetizers and my card. She handed my card back to me with a smile.  

“Alright your food should be out in a moment does anyone else need another drink?” She asked smiling. I had finished another margarita by the time she went and grabbed our food. I should slow down but I felt like I needed a buzz to keep me going.  

“You know can we get a couple of waters for the table? “ Skeet asked her.  

“And another margarita if you don’t mind?” I added.  

“Sure thing I will be back in another moment.” She added.  

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” Matthew asked and Skeet was waiting for my answer too.  

“Yeah I’m fine I will just be starting another job search tomorrow. My waitress job fired me when I told them I needed some time off for this project. I can always get another one no big deal.” I said smiling. The booze was starting to catch up with me as I slowly drank on my third margarita. My vision went a little blurry.  

“Alright hand me your keys. Your not driving home if your going to drink like that. I can see it in your eyes already.” Matthew said.  

“I’m not going to fight you on that.” I handed him my keys that were in my back pocket and smiled.  

“I can make sure you get home safely. Don’t worry. Drink away of you want to.” He added.  

“Thank you.” I said and continued to drink my third margarita and I started to slow down. The one she is bringing needs to be my last one. I have one more on the table so that means it will be my fifth one. The waitress rounded the corner with food in her hand. She handed us our food and walked away.  

Oh my gosh it looks so good. It’s been a hot minute since I have had a burger that doesn’t come out of a brown paper bag. I picked it up and took a big bite from it and practically moaned as I swallowed. I would normally be embarrassed but right now I couldn’t be because of all the booze. I washed down everything I ate with the other two margaritas and pushed the plate away from me. I’m going to be sick tomorrow. No doubt.  

“Oh here.” I said through the small talk we were having and handed them my wallet with all my stuff in it.  

“That way I can pay the rest of the tab.” I said. Skeet and Matthew both looked at each other and Matthew pulled out his wallet and went and found the waitress leaving my wallet on the table. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to that though. Matthew was gone for a good twenty minutes before he came back to the table.  

“Alright he came and picked up my car ill just drive her jeep to her place. I’ll let you know if you need to come by. If her roommate isn’t there to keep her safe I might stay until she sobers.” Matthew said.  

“Sounds good. The bill has been taken care of right?” Skeet asked to double check.  

“Yeah of course.” Matthew answered his question.  

“Alright come on y/n let’s get you to your jeep and home okay?” Skeet said pulling me out of the booth. Both of them put their arms around me to keep me stable in a standing position and we started to walk to the jeep. We managed to make it there without having to stop to correct my balance which was really nice. They both got me sitting down on the passenger side seat and Matthew buckled me in.  

The two men hugged goodbye and Matthew attempted to get into the driver’s seat.  

“Holy cow are you crazy? I’m going to be smooshed to the steering wheel and my knees will be to my chest if I don’t move your seat.” He started to laugh which made me laugh.  

He fixed the seat so he was able to get in and comfortably sit down.  

“Alright how do I get to your apartment?” He asked.  

“Uhm here.” I pulled out my phone and opened up GPS and clicked on the shortcut labeled home and started the route. Oh my gosh my wallet.  

“Wait I forgot my wallet on the table.” I said looking panicked.  

“Don’t worry I grabbed it. It’s in the cup holder. Why don’t you try and nap a little bit and when we get there I will let you know.” He said. I just nodded and set the phone in the cup holder next to my wallet. I rested my head on the door and dozed off quickly.  

Thirty minutes later he was lightly shaking me awake.  

“Hey we are here. Which one is your apartment?” He said. He parked in the guest parking spot which is fine.  

“It’s 122C.” I said.  

“Okay so let’s go to the C building and get you to your actual apartment.” He said and started to pull out of the parking space. He drove around to the C building and parked in one of the parking spaces that said 122. He noticed the second spot was empty and he assumed my roommate wasn’t there.  

“Alright wait for me.”  He said quickly grabbing my phone and wallet from the cup holders and then exiting my jeep. I felt the passenger side door open and I unbuckled myself and tried to get out by myself. I went to try and walk but I was a little wobbly.  

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew too fast. Let’s go. Here.” He said and wrapped his arm around my waist. He was still being so respectful when I was trashed. He was so sweet. We made the journey to apartment 122 which thankfully was on the first floor. We came up to the room 122 and all the lights were off. 

“Don’t judge me. I don’t know what state my apartment is in. My roommate works night shifts so sometimes her messes are all over the place by the time she goes to work.” I said as he was going through the keys trying to find the right one. He managed to find it pretty quick and he opened up the door. He helped me inside and sat me on the couch that was right by the door and closed and locked it.  

“What time does your roommate get home?” He asked. She was a nurse so she might not really even be home tomorrow.  

“I’m not entirely sure. She is a nurse and she might not come home for a couple of days.” I said yawning. I’m so tired.  

“Okay, I’m going to hang out for a little bit until you sober up which one is your room so I can get you to it.” He said.  

“Oh forward I like it. It’s this one.” I stood up and angled for the master bedroom.  

“No I don’t do that with people who are drunk. You would have to be able to spell your name forwards and backwards twice before I would be willing to.” He laughed a little bit. Damn this booze is kicking my ass with confidence. He walked me to the bedroom and watched as I laid down.  

“Okay I’m going to be out here if you need me in your living room.” He said. I couldn’t even reply. I was fast asleep.  

A couple hours went by before I woke up sweating my ass off. Oh my God what happened? Why am I sleeping with clothes on. I got off my bed with a pounding headache and got butt naked. I walked to the living room and turned the thermostat down to 67 degrees and went to the cabinet above the sink and grabbed the aspirin. I grabbed a cup off the drying rack and set it on the counter. I opened the fridge and grabbed our filtered water pitcher and poured my cup with half a cup of water and put it away and drank a sip and downed two aspirin. I really hoped waking up and taking this in the middle of the night killed whatever hangover I was going to have in the morning. I walked back towards my room but noticed someone in my living room staring at me. Fuck he didn’t leave. Oh my God I’m fucking naked. I ran to my room and closed the door.  

“I’m so fucking sorry. I figured you had left. I grabbed my robe that was on the floor and put it on around me. I walked back out to the living room and he just looked at me with a blush on his face.  

“You have a tattoo.” Matthew started to say.  

“Yes I do.” I have a few which one is he referring to? 

“You have a shaggy and scooby-doo tramp stamp.” He said. I’m not surprised that’s the one he is hooked on.  

“just above that one is tinkerbell smoking pot and holding a beer and on your butt you have bite marks tattooed into your skin. Who bit you for that?” He asked.  

I blushed.  

“My best friend. My roommate. We are close. My teethmarks are also on her ass cheeks. I bit both sides on her.” I smiled at the memory of the tattoo artist getting hot and bothered by the action. I remember after hers was finished he railed her in the bathroom. They have been together ever since. He follows her around like a puppy. It’s actually very cute.  

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have looked but it’s hard not to when it’s all right there. How are you feeling?” He asked.  

“I mean beside the headache I’m fine. I’m sober enough that I can make decent decisions and not accidently kill myself.” I said laughing.  

“Oh good. I should get out of your hair then. We had a really fun night tonight and were happy spending time with you. It was fun getting to know you a bit more.” He said.  

“I really appreciate being invited. I really am a fan of yours and his. It made my night. I’m sorry I got drunk. It wasn’t my intention going into that dinner but, I started to get nervous and the only way for me to get rid of my nerves is to drink through them and I don’t do that often.” I said.  

“Well that’s good. That stuff can get addicting so maybe you should look for another way to cope with your nerves.” He said.  

“Yeah did you by chance go in my room?” I asked now terrified of the answer. 

“Yeah but I didn’t really walk into the room I just watched you go over to your bed and get into it. I didn’t really pay attention to all the scream posters you have up with the hearts around my face or anything like that.” He said.  

“Oh gosh I’m so embarrassed.” I said holding my face in my hands.  

“It’s okay but, your robe is falling open a bit.” He said looking away for a moment. I looked down and noticed he had a full glimpse of my breast. They are practically completely out. I closed my robe again and held it closed. I mean I don’t mind him staring at me. I hope I look okay right now.  

“Are you sure you are good to go?” He asked.  

“Yeah of course. But, hey its like two or three a.m. no one’s going to be out at this hour you mine as well stay here until morning.” I said.  

“I think you might be right. Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked.  

“Yeah of course come on.” I said and motioned for him to follow me to my room.  

“I’ll find some pajamas to wear so I don’t make you feel uncomfortable. Come stay in here. I have a king sized bed and it’s super comfy compared to that couch.” I said and he stood up and followed me.  When he walked into the room he started to kick off his shoes and socks and waited for me by the door. I walked into my closet and because it doesn’t have a door I tried to keep my robe on while I looked. I found some shorts hanging up that were some what comfy and a tank top. I took the robe off letting it fall to the floor and as I was reaching for the shorts I felt a his right hand on my right upper arm. I’m naked and he is touching me.  

“You won’t make me feel uncomfortable. Sleep how you normally would. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He said as he pressed himself to my back and brought his mouth down to my ear. Feeling him was something else. Hearing him so close made what hair I had on my body standing. He lightly dragged his right hand down my right arm and it gave me the chills.  

“Are you sure you are sober?” He asked.  

“Y-yes. I’m sure.” I said.  

“Turn around.” He said and I did as he told me. I turned towards him now looking up at him. His left hand now under my chin keeping me in that position. He leaned down and gently ran his lips over mine.  

“Did you really forget that I was out there? Or was that intentionally done?” Matthew asked me.  

“I actually forgot you were out there but it’s turning out to be a good surprise.” I said in a hushed tone against his lips. He brushed his lips against mine one more time before gently kissing my lips. He pulled away and walked over to my bed leaving me standing there in my closet butt naked and now completely wet and turned on. Fuck I want him. I want him very badly.  

It takes a moment for me to process but I walk into my room next to my bed and noticed he took his shirt and pants off and got under the covers. He was on my side of the bed. Where I lay every night and sometimes master bate to the thought of him. In the end table directly next to him is my vibrator and dildo. I walk over to the other side of the bed that is now very cold since I adjusted the air and slipped under the blankets. I didn’t reach for him right away. Instead I just sat there and waited for him to make a move but he didn’t. Maybe I have to make the next move.  

I scooted closer to him and that’s all I could pull myself to do. I’m to nervous to do anything else.  

“Are you scared to make the move on me y/n?” He asked and started to look at me. He turned his whole body on his side and looked down at me again.  

“Yeah, just a little bit. I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do.” I said very honestly. He leaned down and kissed  me slowly. He kept his lips feeling gentle like they were barely there but then he slid his tongue into my mouth and brushed it against my tongue. Something about it made me even wetter. My pussy felt like a dam and he has barely touched me. His right hand kept his head propped up while he kissed me and his left hand was lightly running down my body from my neck, to the middle of my breast, down my stomach, and stopped right above my clit. He is just barely gliding his finger over my clit and I felt my pussy clench around nothing. I wanted to feel him so bad. He pulled away from the kiss but stayed very close to my lips.  

“When’s the last time you were fucked?” He asked me.  

“It’s been a year. Probably almost two.” I said. All I have done is masterbate. I didn’t want anyone. No one was physically attractive to me.  

“Fuck me. You are going to be tight aren’t you?” He said now lightly kissing my cheek and down to my neck. He bit down a little on my neck where my collarbone is and it sent another set of shivers down my spine. He started to add more pressure against my clit and started to rub circles against it. I moaned at the touch and immediately  felt an orgasm filling my senses. Oh fuck this is going to be embarrassing. I pushed my head back into the pillows more and moaned again as he slid his fingers past my clit and lightly traced my entrance. Oh fuck please. Please I need it. I need him.  

“Do you think you could handle me?” He asked.  

“Y-yes. Please.” I said moaning out the Please. I need him so bad. He traced my entrance one more time before slipping his middle finger into me slowly. His first knuckle going in as his kissed the spot on my collarbone going in. The second knuckle going in deeper as he kissed down to my chest and finally feeling his third knuckle on the inside of me while the rest of them rested against my ass and he wrapped his lips around my left nipple. Fuck. He is driving me crazy.  

He started to pump his finger in and out of my trying to drive it deeper and deeper while he massaged my nipple with his tongue and nibbled on it with his teeth lightly. As he pulled his middle finger out and I lost the feeling of him inside of me he started to lick down my stomach and without warning other than him shifting between my legs. I felt him lick right between my pussy lips sucking my labia’s into his mouth and moaning against my pussy.  

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh fucking God.  

“Oh fuck.” I said moaning. My head can’t be pressed harder into the pillows as it already was against them as far as it could go. He started lapping his tongue against my clit gliding his teeth against it as he slipped a second finger in with his middle finger. This time I can feel his fingers stretching me open and moving in an up and down motion against the soft spot of my vagina at the very top. He moaned against my clit flicking his fingers very fast against my g-spot. It was making my toes curl and without thinking I let my left hand run through his hair and grab on hard.  

“Oh fuck. Please. Oh my God that feels so fucking good. Please.” I kept saying it over and over again and he continued to repeat the same motions over and over again.  

He pulled his lips and tongue away from my clit and started to forcefully flick his fingers against my g-spot and got rougher in the motion with his wrist. I started to hear what sounded like a sloshing sound from within my pussy and a gush of fluid left my body and I was shaking and grabbed onto the bed sheet beside me tightly. I felt like the wind was sucked out of me and my abs tightened.  

“Oh fuck!” I moaned out loud as he dove right back between my legs licking every drop that was between my legs. Oh fuck it’s so sensitive. He pulled his lips away from my pussy lips again and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. Oh god no. Please. I want more.  

He moved his left hand to my clit and started massaging it again. Oh god the orgasm was coming back quickly.  

“Fuck please I need you I need to feel you.” I said whining out a bit.  

“You can’t I wasn’t planning on having sex so I didn’t pack a condom on me.” He said.  

“I’m allergic to latex. I had my tubes tide two years ago and they checked and made sure it stuck. I’m not going to get-“ He cut me off my kissing me quickly and then pulled me to a seated position and he laid on his back. Oh fuck he wants me on top? I hate being on top. Fuck it.  

I got up and straddled him as he positioned his cock right at my entrance I slowly forced myself down on him. I managed to get half way before it started to hurt a little. He was bigger than anyone I have ever been with. He was also thicker than everyone I have been with. I tried to get further down but it was too painful to do all at once so I started to pull him out a little and forced myself down again. Hissing as he slid deeper but not much farther. He sat up a little and wrapped his arm around my waist and picked me up enough with him still tucked inside me and put me on my back. I think I might have been going to slow for him.  

Fuck me. He rolled his hips in towards me and he managed to get further inside. He started to pull out and rolled his hips back into me and managed to bottom out inside of me. I felt his balls slap against my ass as a moan escaped his throat. Oh god that was so sexy. He pulled my legs up towards his shoulders and rested them against his shoulders and started to lean against my chest. My knees now touching my shoulders as he rolled his hips into me thrusting further into me. As his arms stayed by my head keeping himself up. He kept us like that for a couple of minutes before releasing one of my legs and driving his cock deeper into me closing the gap between my mouth and his and kissing me. He put all of his weight on his right hand and moved his left hand to my throat. Oh god. He started to put some pressure against my throat and it proceeded to get me wetter and closer to another orgasm. It started to sound like a gush of water again.  

“Open your mouth.” He said. Oh fuck what’s about to happen? I opened my mouth as much as I could with his hand pressed against my throat. He spit in my mouth and I immediately closed my mouth and swallowed it. That wasn’t what I was normally into but right now this man was making everything hot and a turn on.  

“Oh fuck me. You are fucking tight and I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” He asked and moaned out every word. I know where I want it. I want it buried inside of me. I have no reason to be worried about it.  

“Please. Oh god please inside of me.” I moaned out.  

“Only if you squirt for me again. I know your ready too.” The sloshing sound got louder. He gripped my neck tighter and another gush of liquid came out of me. Soaking his cock with my squirt and he returned the favor slamming his cock balls deep inside of me. Moaning and groaning as he released his cum deep inside of my pussy. I felt his thighs tighten as he was Cumming inside of me. Oh my God that was so fucking hot.  

After a moment of him leaving his cock inside me he started to pull out. He started to soften up again and he laid down next to me. Fuck I’m tired for real now. Oh god I don’t want to move but it’s a mess down there. I need to clean it up.  

“Where is your bathroom and rags or wipes or whatever you use?” He asked me. “My bathroom is right there and” I pointed towards the door next to my closet, “the rags are under the sink along with wipes. You just have to pick your poison.” I said.  

He got off of the bed and made his way to my bathroom. It was so quiet in the apartment now that even with the door closed I could still hear him peeing. My eyes started to close and when I thought I was on the brink of sleep I felt something very cold between my legs.  

“Oh my god.” I said as I looked down. He was using the wipes to clean up the cum he left inside of me that was now dripping out of me.  

“Such a pretty sight to see too bad.” He said as he continued to wipe everything out and then dried my pussy with the rag in his hand. He walked back into my bathroom and put the rag in my hamper and the dirty wipes into the trash can.  

“I thought you said your tubes were tied?” He asked but it sounded more like a statement as he walked put of the bathroom holding my birth control tablets. “I am I just don’t take chances. I take that as a secondary. I don’t want kids of my own. If I did that whole thing I’d rather adopt or join someone’s family. I don’t want to do the baby thing. I worked to hard to lose weight I don’t want to gain it back during a pregnancy.” I said very honestly. He walked over to the end table and sat the birth control on it. He crawled back into bed next to me and pulled me back into him so my back was to his chest.  

“Goodnight beautiful. I’m really glad you decided to stay around at dinner. Thank you for dessert.” He said putting a kiss to the side of my head.  

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as a blush formed and I dozed off pretty quick laying next to him.  

*The aftermath*  

8 hours later is was close to noon I heard some banging on my door.  

“Hey y/n are you alive in there?” my roommate screamed through my door.  

I started to rub my eyes to get some of the fogginess out of them. I felt an arm around my waist and I turned my head towards the back of me to see Matthew still asleep. I felt something poking me between my legs and moaned against him trying to move my pussy closer but immediately regretted it because it was sore from a few hours ago.  

“y/n if you don’t open or at least answer me then I’m going to be forced to come in.” without missing a beat or giving me a chance to respond she walked right into my room and her mouth fell open. I shushed her and motioned for her to leave the room. My boobs on full display not under the covers and his hand was grabbing my left boob. He squeezed it gently and got closer to my ear and moaned into it thrusting against me. I closed my eyes and moaned at the motion and my friend slowly backed out of the room closing the door. Oh my God. I could stand to have a few more orgasms. Fuck I’m going to need a couple of gallons of water first though.  

~sorry for the very drawn out fanfiction. If I had just gotten straight to the point I wouldn’t have been able to picture the full story. I have read through this twice so if there are errors in this I am really sorry. This took me a couple of days to write and I hope you enjoyed it. If you want more please let me know in the comments and give me some ideas. I’m open to requests.~ 

[sambuckylibrary]

The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a Summer Bingo! The event will start on June 1st and run until August 31st. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbsummer2023 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Collection.

The Bingo Cards are:

There are also badges for each fill. For those badges, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

Keep reading

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine prompts on the card at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single bingo card in one fill, that'd be wild but it's okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from June 1st and run until August 31st.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

1) Pride Bingo Badges

2) Beach Bingo Badges

3) Camp Bingo Badges

4) Delacroix Bingo Badges

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #sbsummer2023.

2. Please also tag the square you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Hiking”, use “#hiking” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Collection (SamBucky_Summer_Bingo_2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your SamBucky Summer Bingo fics!

- The Mods

[izayoizuki]

Close To Water

Hi hi y'all!!! This was written for Sophie, the one and only @callsign-phoenix , in celebration of her 1k followers! You're the dearest of hearts my love, a writer who gets better with every word, and I adore you to bits 💖 I wish 2023 is a joy for you ❣️ I hope you like this 💕

Drink: Sex On The Beach

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x F!Reader

Tags & Warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, p in v sex, fingering, dirty talk, ear kisses, spitting (if you squint), unprotected sex, no specified race/physical descriptors for Reader

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The tide churned and chopped in a tattoo against the breakwater, and you held the cold glass against your skin with one hand, letting the condensate roll drops down skin, your book in the other. The Mississippi was in a dry spell, Kenny Rogers on the antique vitriola somewhere down the street, set up high to a sound that was rich and tinny at the same time. The air buzzed with a dazed sort of energy, the breeze itself languishing, desultory. All of your attention, however, was focused on the way the sun was drowning into the water, and under your breath you couldn't help but recite a few lines from a poem you thought you'd long forgotten: "it will flame out/like shining from shook foil". The drip of your drink's sweat followed a path that was oft-visited by one other, and your nipples tightened at the mere thought of him, letting the drop bead off the peak, under your slip of a dress, even as your belly flip flopped and warmth spread through your core, clenching in anticipation. Your half-heartedly noted the page of your copy of Pride and Prejudice; it was a true favourite of yours, but too- you groped for an adequate word- too pastel for a night such as this. A night heavy with the weight of its own air, rich and heady, calling out for dark on dark, blood and peaches and myrrh, sinuous, sultry. Decadent. You dug your fingers into the sand, rough and soft at the same time, a cat's tongue, and held up a fistful of it, letting it slowly run through your clenched palm, a makeshift hourglass.

"So you're familiar with two sins," a rumble of a voice rasped deep in your ear, "how about a third?" You felt the question more than you heard it, and a shiver shot through your spine, juddering your body from head to toe. You turned your head halfway, nuzzling into the face at the crook of your neck, your eyes closing in sheer bliss at the friction of the stubble against your cheek. The lips laid softly on your cheek, mouthing at the proffered flesh. "Missed you, darlin'," he whispered against your skin, before settling down behind you on the blanket, slotting you between his legs.

"Missed you more," you breathed, and were rewarded with a deep chuckle. He ran his fingertips against your skin, starting fingertips to fingertips, up your arm, down the side of your neck, down down till he was dragging your neckline down alongwith, past the top of the swell of your breast till he landed unerringly at a nipple. He used a nail to give it a flick and you stopped breathing as slick gushed between your legs.

"Dreamt of you every night." He confessed, his lips at the shell of your ear, his nail giving your nipple another flick.

"I felt like I couldn't breathe without you." A confession for a confession, and he hummed into your ear and your whole body pushed into him, winding itself, a reward for the raw truth.

He pushed his hand underneath your dress, under the abused neckline, his arm banding between the valley of your breasts inerrantly to your core. His fingers found only you there, unbound from any cloth barriers, and he hummed again in approval. "All for me darlin'? Bein' such a good girl for me?" Your body arched at the dual stimulation, and you nodded fiercely. He licked a kiss into your ear as his fingers leisurely explored your folds, and you brought his other hand up with both of yours, drawing his digits into your mouth with a whimper, giving them a chaste kiss before sucking them into your mouth, drawing out a deep groan from him to match the one you let out at the taste of his skin. Without warning he plunged two fingers into you, curling them just so, the heel of his palm against your clit, as he began a a torturously slow rhythm, that made up what it lacked in speed and force with precision and pressure. Your breath caught in your throat at the onslaught, eyes rolling to the stars that were coming to play out in the darkening sky. The tide was gentling but still incessant, the metronome to your man inside of you. At that thought, the fact that your man had come back home, come back to you, had you coming onto his thick, blunt, calloused fingers, your walls hugging them into you, trying to take them deeper, deeper, deeper, and your mouth echoed this with your other hand, tears leaking from your eyes, falling back into your hairline, as the waves within your body and out alternated through your senses. His fingers were unceasing throughout, wringing out sensation upon sensation and you didn't know if this was one long orgasm or many and you couldn't bring yourself to make a distinction. The overstimulation of being surrounded and filled by Robert had your vision going white at the sheer pleasure, and you felt your soul float away.

When you came back to the positions were changed; you were at on your back, and where Robert had been behind you, he was now in front, or to be more accurate, on top. His jeans unsnapped just enough that his cock could stand heavy, red, angry, his shirt non-existent, and you could see the ridges and veins in his arms as he held himself above you his mouth open to yours as you both shared the same one breath. Your hands slid down his chest in wonderment before taking him in your hand, one cupping his balls, gently massaging, the other's nails running up his frenulum, featherlight, before teasing the little slit that was beading drops of precum. A string of spit reached out from his panting mouth to yours, an echo, and it was as if a starting shot had been fired into a race. His mouth came roughly down on yours, peaches and cherries and something darker, muskier, taking and giving with wild abandon as he bucked his hips out of your hands and into your folds. You accommodated him reflexively, winding your legs down his, grabbing handfuls of his ass, nails digging to leave marks and draw blood, your heels digging into his calves, before your toes ran up and down the length of his legs. He shifted his weight like a sleight of hand so that your knees were hooked over his elbows and he bent you in half as he slammed inside of you, pushing out all the air from both your lungs. Your whole body arched at the sensation and your arms flung themselves around his neck of your own volition, as he started a brutal bump and grind rhythm that stimulated every nerve ending you had, your walls fluttering and clenching around him like a vice. He growled against your ear with a lick, into your neck with a bite, into your mouth with a kiss, as his pace grew faster and faster, his hair falling into your face, every push into your rougher and edgier, and his mouth found your ear again, muttering deep and dark into your ear, mindless that his basest desires were spilling into you; repeated exhortations and praise; "that's it baby, that's it darlin', take it, take all of it, so deep, look, look, look at it disappear, look at this body, made for me, made for me princess, just for me, too big for you sweetheart, hmm? issok, issok, I'll make it fit, make it all better, come for me, come for me, come all around me, soak me, drench me, need you to come baby love, need you to come so I can fill you up, show you my love, have you dripping with me, that's it, that's my girl," on and on till you heard a wild keen before recognising that it was you, your wild voice, as you came, as your love followed you moments after, his voice something between a groan and a roar that had your whole body shuddering with adoration. 

He dropped his full weight on you, smothering your sweat-soaked and rapidly cooling body with his furnace-like one, his fingertips drawing barely there patterns on your skin as his tongue did the same with your ear. You pushed your hands in his hair, reveling in the feel of the soft strands with nothing in them but the seasalt air. "Welcome home, Mr. Floyd," you murmured.

He gave you a thorough, bruising kiss before he smiled. "And what a welcome that was, Mrs. Floyd."

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY (MASTERPOST)

How exciting! I did every Friday for all of 2023!

@flashfictionfridayofficial

WEEK 1 -- Set The Stage (Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things (TV 2016), T-rating, 504 words)

There's only a couple more hours until opening night starts. And everything's ruined.

WEEK 2 -- Birth Of A Star (Sansa Stark/Ygritte, Game of Thrones & ASOIAF, G-rating, 365 words)

Ygritte longs to steal a maiden’s kiss.

WEEK 3 -- Fine By Me (Raul Cocolotl & Kat Elliot, Wendell & Wild (2022), No Rating, 417 words)

Raúl hears a terrified scream in Sister Helley's classroom and comes running.

WEEK 4 -- Pure Imagination (Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson/Wally West, Young Justice (Cartoon), T-rating, 459 words)

It's good to have their boyfriend-not-boyfriend finally home.

WEEK 5 -- Where Secrets Lie // First Light (Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, Supernatural (TV 2005), T-rating, 600 words)

Charlie abandons what remains of a normal life in search of the one she loves—a good fairy.

WEEK 6 -- Who Are You // Eclipse (Korra/Asami Sato, Avatar: Legend of Korra, M-rating, 700 words)

Asami loses Korra inside the Fog of Souls. She must get her back.

WEEK 7 -- Trapped In The Dark // Earthshine (Kim Possible/Shego, Kim Possible (Cartoon), T-rating, 700 words)

"Come on out, Kimmy… let's finish this."

WEEK 8 -- You're Not Alone // Nuclear Cluster (Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), E-rating, 1000 words)

Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

WEEK 9 -- Sea & Sun (Valerie Frizzle & Ms. Frizzle's Class, Dorothy Ann & Wanda & Arnold & Ralphie & Carlos & Keesha & Tim, Magic School Bus, G-rating, 765 words)

It's a never a normal field trip with Ms. Frizzle. This time, and to everyone's excitement, they head to the beach!

WEEK 10 -- Celestial Bodies (Baelfire | Neal Cassidy/Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Once Upon a Time, No Rating, 603 words)

In their final moments, Neal decides to reconcile with an old friend.

WEEK 11 -- Tree Of Life (Eris | Discordia/Bia, Eris | Discordia/Hesperides, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, M-rating, 300 words)

Eris steals a golden apple, intending to disrupt one of the weddings happening on Olympus. Someone disrupts her.

WEEK 12 -- Filled With Clarity (Derek/Odette, Swan Princess (1994), G-rating, 564 words)

While they're still young, Derek realizes Odette is not what she seems.

WEEK 13 -- Deep End (Damian Wayne & Colin Wilkes, Damian Wayne/Colin Wilkes, Batman Comics, T-rating, 256 words)

As much as Colin would like to think this was forever, he wasn’t dumb—Robin wouldn’t need him eventually.

WEEK 14 -- Cold Object  (Diedrich/Vincent Phantomhive, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, M-rating, 1123 words)

"Mine at last. Just like I have always wanted."

WEEK 15 -- -Against The Flow (Matsuoka Gou/Mikoshiba Isuzu, Free!, G-rating, 324 words)

Muscles. Men. Meetings with the Iwatobi Swim Club. That's all Gou is supposed to care about.

WEEK 16 -- An Eternal Summer (Jane Bennet/Charles Bingley, Pride and Prejudice (2005), No Rating, 448 words)

Mr Bingley refuses to leave Jane's side long while she's ill.

WEEK 17 -- What Comes Next (Kaneda Shoutarou/Shima Tetsuo, Akira (Anime & Manga), M-rating, 793 words)

When their enemies get the jump on them, It's his turn to save Kaneda.

WEEK 18 -- Didn't Mean It (Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), T-rating, 423 words)

Hiccup doesn't want Toothless to think Hiccup is mad at him. Even if the workshop nearly got set on fire.

WEEK 19 -- How Far We've Come (Søstre | Sisters/Prinsesse | Princess/Prins | Prince, Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen, E-rating, 576 words)

Because of the prince and his princess, her sister no longer lives. This cannot be.

WEEK 20 -- Comedian's Night (Dick Grayson | Robin/Red X, Teen Titans Animated Series, T-rating, 987 words)

Robin investigates trouble in Jump City's local performing arts center and gets the unlikeliest backup.

WEEK 21 -- The Devil You Forgot (Coraline Jones/Wybie Lovat, Coraline (2009), No Rating, 1489 words)

Eleven years later, Wybie and Coraline return to the Pink Palace Apartments, unlocking their memories.

WEEK 22 -- Yes, Sir!! (Starlight & Sweetheart & Melody & Bright Eyes & Patch & Clover & Bon Bon, My Little Pony Generation 1.5: Tales (Cartoon 1992), G-rating, 339 words)

Sweetheart never learned to roller skate. The other ponies teach her and encourage Sweetheart to overcome her fear.

WEEK 23 -- All The King's Horses And All The King's Men (Ygraine de Bois/Nimueh, BBC Merlin, M-rating, 472 words)

On the eve of King Uther's long-awaited marriage ceremony, Nimueh convinces her lover to flee.

WEEK 24 -- Where The Flowers Grow (Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), T-rating, 566 words)

In the middle of his break, Hiromi gets an unexpected visit from Manager Oka.

WEEK 25 -- Sink Or Swim (OceanGate Titan Submersible, RMS Titanic, Logitech F710 Wireless Gamepad, Mysterious Banging Noises Coming at 30 Minute Intervals, Angry Spirits of the Working Class Poor on the RMS Titanic, Yacht-Destroying Orcas, Ever Given Container Ship, Titanic 1997's Director James Cameron's Evil Twin, Metal-Eating Bacteria in the Atlantic Ocean, US Coast Guard, OceanGate - Fandom, No Rating, 589 words)

Alright… who did it? Who went ahead and broke it?"

WEEK 26 -- Can We Kiss? (Daisy Duck/Minnie Mouse, Mickey Mouse and Friends, G-rating, 241 words)

For 'What Makes You Happy! Day… Minnie would like to ask Daisy something.

WEEK 27 -- Reporting The Scoop (Kururugi Suzaku/Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Kururugi Suzaku & Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Code Geass, T-rating, 1631 words)

Lelouch exposes Suzaku's bullies to the entirety of Ashford Academy without Suzaku's knowledge. It doesn't go over well.

WEEK 28 -- On The Edge (Julie Grigio/R, Warm Bodies (2013), No Rating, 493 words)

While bleeding out, Julie asks R to do something unthinkable for R. But he will. For her.

WEEK 29 -- The Sand Ocean (Kiba/Tsuma/Cheza, Wolf's Rain (Anime), M-rating, 999 words)

After a narrow escape, Kiba lets his pack rest before their journey begins again.

WEEK 30 -- An Old Friend (Margot Robbie's Barbie/J. Robert Oppenheimer, Barbie (2023) & Oppenheimer (2023) Crossover, T-rating, 1037 words)

Oppenheimer remembers Toni's little doll when she was fifteen. But never how remarkable it was.

WEEK 31 -- Gotta Go Fast (Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Jodie Landon, Michael "Mack" Mackenzie & Brittany Taylor, Kevin Thompson, Angela L, Daria (Cartoon), No Rating, 390 words)

The reception hall for Lawndale High's senior prom has a 24 hour go-kart track across the street. Pandemonium starts.

WEEK 32 -- Ten Years Later (Rafe McCawley/Danny Walker, Pearl Harbor (2001), M-rating, 1544 words)

In the middle of the night, Danny comes to Rafe. Once when they're kids and once before Rafe leaves for England.

WEEK 33 -- Broken Mirror (Princess Bubblegum/Marceline, Adventure Time, G-rating, 458 words)

Marceline accidentally knocks over Bonnibel's newest invention while cooking spaghetti.

WEEK 34 -- Mall At Night (Gregory & Wirt, Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics), No Rating, 1104 words)

Wirt and Greg end up accidentally locked inside after closing hours.

WEEK 35 -- Found Family (Ellie & Joel, The Last of Us (TV & Video Game), T-rating, 774 words)

"I can't believe you're in prison."

WEEK 36 -- Portal Fiction (Non-magical Fionna-world Marshall Lee/Gary Prince, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, (Cartoon 2023), E-rating, 1297 words)

Fionna goes missing. Marshall Lee and Gary finally meet and theorize about where she's gone… while in bed.

WEEK 37 -- How Do You Use 'It'? (Cornelius/Thumbelina, Thumbelina (1994), G-rating, 579 words)

During a journey in the nightfall, Cornelius encourages Thumbelina to inquire about their world and ride his pet bumblebee.

WEEK 38 -- Under The Night Sky (Chris Washington, Rod Williams, Get Out (2017), No Rating, 355 words)

"What the hell did I tell you, man?"

WEEK 39 -- Blood Is Thicker Than Water (D. J. Tanner & Stephanie Tanner, D. J. Tanner & Michelle Tanner, Kimmy Gibbler & D. J. Tanner, Full House (US TV), M-rating, 1151 words)

Stephanie ends up in the car accident with Gia when D. J. doesn't stop her from leaving. Nobody survives.

WEEK 40 -- Spine In A Twist (Cassia/Milo/Atticus, Pompeii (2014), No Rating, 944 words)

As everything ends, Milo finds comfort in the two living souls he belongs to.

WEEK 41 -- An Empty Grave (Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, The Witcher (TV), T-rating, 1016 words)

Geralt barely survives against Vilgefortz. Jaskier looks after his recovery in Brokilon, washing Geralt's wounds and despairing.

WEEK 42 -- By Candlelight (Jet Black & Ed & Ein & Spike Spiegel & Faye Valentine, Ed & Ein, Cowboy Bebop (Anime), No Rating, 1136 words)

A group of lousy ship-jackers end up on the Bebop. They're screwed.

WEEK 43 -- Torn Veil (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal (TV), E-rating, 1074 words)

"Chasing shadows in the middle of the night, Will?"

WEEK 44 -- I Can't Tell (Dimitri/Anya | Anastasia Romanov, Anastasia (1997), G-rating, 821 words)

Anya slips on an icy patch of road on their way to Paris and hits her head. The dreams afterward feel familiar.

WEEK 45 -- By Any Other Name (Lottie Turner/Etheldreda Bloodworth, Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (Video Game), T-rating, 200 words)

A rose is a rose, and Etheldreda feels something blossoming once again in her heart… if she had as such.

WEEK 46 -- Sand Of Time (Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV), No Rating, 814 words)

Out of the middle of the Jutland Wastes, on Tatooine, Leia and Luke happen to meet.

WEEK 47 -- A Form Of Distraction (Peeta Mellark/Finnick Odair, The Hunger Games, M-rating, 1640 words)

With tensions rising, Finnick decides to get Peeta alone for a little bit.

WEEK 48 -- Nebulous Roads (Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Edward Elric & Alfons Heiderich, Fullmetal Alchemist (2003), T-rating, 630 words)

Edward nearly runs over the man who holds a resemblance to his younger brother. Meanwhile, Alphonse wakes up.

WEEK 49 -- Fool Me Once (Asha/Star, Disney's Wish (2023), G-rating, 300 words)

Asha discovers the little star from the heavens she wished on… is actually a boy.

WEEK 50 -- A Promise To Break (Hakoda/Zuko, Avatar: the Last Airbender, E-rating, 1622 words)

Hakoda expects a diplomatic visit from the Firelord may mend some broken ties between their nations. Perhaps foolishly so.

WEEK 51 -- Among Any Option (Madeline Usher/Verna, The Fall of the House of Usher (TV 2023), T-rating, 100 words)

"What do you think, Madeline? Hmm? A kiss or a kill?"

WEEK 52 -- Imperfect Sign (Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Saltburn (2023), M-rating, 587 words)

Instead of leaving when he poisons Felix, Oliver stays.

[aith-art]

Falloutober 2023 - Day 5

"This thing called Defeat"

@falloutober

Word Count - 483

Smoke filled the sky over the old airport. Flames engulfed the waterfront. The Prydwen had fallen. The Brotherhood was fractured. 

Arthur Maxson watched the flames. He should have gone down with the ship. He should be dead. But there he stood. Watching his pride and joy burn. He’d not known defeat before. The Brotherhood had been unbeaten out east for all the time they’s been there. He had been their most successful and liked elder. But there he stood. Alone on the beach watching his work as it died. Knowing that the Brotherhood’s best minds had been aboard that ship. Ingrim, Cade, Tegan, Quinlin, and Kells had all been aboard. They were all dead. 

Only one Vertibird had left the ship before it crashed into the airport. That had landed further down the beach from him then set off into the city. Whoever was flying it wasn’t Brotherhood. Too shaky. Arthur had considered going down the beach, finding out why the Vertibird had briefly stopped down there, but he couldn’t take his attention away from the flames. His lifes work, what he was always destined to create and become, burned away before him. He had failed the Brotherhood. Failed his family. 

His family, Arthur though about his family. The last of a long line of elders to have come from Roger Maxson, defeated by some pre-war sole survivor who he had trusted. He’d been so foolish to trust them. After how much they had cared for Danse even after discovering he’s a dangerous killing machine, Arthur had still trusted them. He’d looked up to them. They had true experience of the horrors he was trying to prevent. And yet, he couldn’t help but think that they had something to do with this. They’d already shown their true colours when they entered Mass Fusion with the Institute. They had been present in Old North Church when the Brotherhood had stormed the Railroad. He knew they had something to do with this. 

Wiping his cheek, he felt himself go weak. He’d been defeated. The Brotherhood’s core base had been decimated by some nobody from a vault. He was to blame for this disaster, because he didn’t stop them. Because he couldn’t kill them when they sided with Danse, sided with the synths. As Arthur’s les gave way beneath him, he sobbed. He should have been aboard. He should be with his men. He didn’t know what he was doing. He’d known nothing but the Brotherhood and he’d let them all down. 

He knelt there until the flames had died down. Until all that was left of his lifes work was a smoldering wreckage. They Brotherhood wouldn’t all be dead. They couldn’t be. Anyone who survived would have regrouped at the police station. He just had to get there. He didn’t know the city. He didn’t know where he was going. But he began to walk.

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - April & May 2023

I suck as a person and I totally forgot to post my April rec's so here are April & May. 

Thank you to all the authors who shared their works and helped me escape for a while.

Fic Title - Author - Summary & warnings (if any) copied from author original post.

Dean Winchester

@deanwinchesterswitch

Tell Me You Believe - The path through proves to be more tangled in assumptions and righteous pride than either imagined. Neither wants to walk away, but belief has been challenged, and trust weakened by rumors. One wrong turn, one misplaced comment, and they will never find their way back home… back to each other.Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Language; Mentions of sex work(nothing graphic); Canon divergence; Descriptions of high emotional distress; Possible triggers

Pure - Purgatory is heartbreaking in its purity.NSFW-18+; Canon typical violence

Dirty Sweet - Dean’s girl is a handful and he wouldn’t have it any other way.NSFW-18+ Inspired by the song Bang a Gong (Get It On) by T-Rex - (Link goes to Spotify.)

He Is the Storm - no summary or warnings

Seen - A chance encounter could lead to something more.

I Promised - He always keeps his promises. Warnings: Implied sex; Description of drowning

Wish You Were Here - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: From Where You Are by Lifehouse. Warnings: ANGST. Post-series finale angst.

Nothing Lasts Forever - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. Warnings: bittersweet angst & unresolved sexual tension.

Gif Drabble - @girl-next-door-writes - no summary.

Sam Winchester

Games Will Play Themselves Out - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

Book Of Revelations - @cockslutpadalecki - You love Sam. He loves you. But both of you are too chicken to do anything about your feelings, until matchmaker Dean Winchester (aka Cupid) steps in. Warnings: pure unfiltered fluff, some mentions of sex.

Words of True Love - @justagirlinafandomworld - Summary: It turns out, his first words really rub you the wrong way. Warnings: show-level violence & a little time-jump from the last scene.

What More Can I Say? - @justagirlinafandomworld - no summary

Bucky Barnes

One Night Of Love - @justagirlinafandomworld - Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut. Angst. Reasons left up to interpretation.

It Was Supposed To End This Way - @a-reader-and-a-writer - no summary.

Harrison Knott

Up For A Challenge - @writercole - A typical morning on the beach ends with the promise of more. Warnings: Idiots in love

Bradley Bradshaw

My Love Is Alive - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: I’ll Be by Edwin McCain

Drive Me Crazy - @writercole - A chance at a promotion becomes more than a chance encounter and a date is far better than par. Warnings: bad puns, objectification, innuendo, language

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester (no wincest)

Untitled Smut - @mrswhozeewhatsis - All the smut I can fit on Tumblr, huh? Well, I’m sure I could fit more in if I had another few days or so, but this is already pretty long, so I think I’ll quit here! Warnings: unprotected sex (no glove, no love, peeps!), oral (both), and the rest of the usual smutty fun things 

Tattered: The Prodigal's Redemption - @stusbunker - Warnings, etc: Hospitals, at risk pregnancy, hormonal imbalances, amnesia, claiming, little bit of blood, Sam and Dean tag team smut, emotional sex.

Javy "Coyote" Machado

Blind Date - @writercole - Blind dates aren’t always the worst

Rhett Abbott

Almost Does Count - @wildbornsiren - A terrible, horrible, no good very bad week. And one almost that isn’t an almost. Rhett gives you a hand, and makes things a little better. Warnings: drinking, Rhett punching someone, pining

Jeffery Dean Morgan

Chance Encounter - @deanwinchesterswitch - Aggrieved mandatory attendance at a friend’s party turns into an exhilarating chance encounter.

Solider Boy

Libertine _ @minefield-of-a-ninja - He’s lived more than 100 years. After all he’s seen and done, he only wants to dream. Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dream sequences, bondage, dirty talk, name-calling, this will eventually get dark and each posted part will have its own warnings

Steve Rogers

Second Time Around - @cockslutpadalecki - After a brutal assault by one of your co-workers, you choose to turn your experience into a positive, eventually becoming an ambassador for other victims, and in turn, an unintentional household name. However the good Captain America doesn’t seem to take to your newfound fame very well. Warnings: non-con, mentions of previous sexual assault, mentions of previous date rape/drugging, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, size kink. MINORS DNI.

Loki

Stolen Moment - @justagirlinafandomworld - Summary: Worlds apart, he’d find a way to steal a moment with you.

[bouncinghedgehog]

Hagai El-Ad is a Jewish Israeli Human Rights and LGBTQ Rights advocate. He has directed the Jerusalem Open House for Pride and Tolerance, The Association for Civil Rights in Israel (ACRI), and until recently B'Tselem בצלם, one of the foremost NGOs documenting human rights abuses in the West Bank. I have long admired his work. This week, he published a column in Haaretz that resonates with me stronger than but a few I've read in the past months. What distinguishes it is its nuanced treatment of history, its complex engagement of the post-colonial paradigm, and overall, its fundamental humanity. It will not make you happy if you ascribe to a straightforward de-colonization discourse. It will not make you happy if you ascribe to the idea that a Jewish state that privileges Jews above others is a historical and moral imperative and a transhistorical moral right. It will not make you happy if you see this land as only Israel. It will not make you happy if you see it as only Palestine. And yet, it also refuses any facile both-sideist kumbaya "why can't we all just get along?" primary colored peace banner. And that's why it resonates with me. It does not prescribe or imagine or envision a solution. It proposes an honest and urgent discursive space that could offer us a starting point in the ashes of an old reality that must be replaced with a new one.

Please read. Every word.

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'Decolonization' of Israel or 'Decisive Defeat' of Palestinians: Are These Our Only Options?

Atrocities are etched into the historical memory of both peoples. Leaders speak in real time about the "destruction of Israel" and of the "2023 Gaza Nakba." How much blood can this Earth absorb before it vomits us all out?

The political philosopher Frantz Fanon wrote that "[t]he settler's feet are never visible, except perhaps in the sea." On the eastern shore of the Mediterranean, Zionist settlers tried very hard to ensure that if footprints were to be left in the sand, it would be of their feet only. Tried and succeeded: After the Nakba, only one Palestinian village remained on the coast, Jisr al-Zarqa. Before 1948, it was possible to walk from Jisr, perhaps in bare feet, a short distance north to al-Tantura, or south to Qisarya. These Palestinian villages, as well as the rest of those on the coast, were destroyed and the large Palestinian coastal cities were emptied – from Acre and Haifa in the north, through Jaffa in the center to Majdal (now Ashkelon) in the south: Majdal, whose last Palestinian inhabitants were deported to Gaza only toward the end of 1950, when the war was long over. Or perhaps, it never was.

Today, one walking north along the coast from Jisr will have to make his way out of Israel/Palestine, through the blocked railway tunnels and the blown-up bridge between them at Rosh Hanikra/Ras al-Naqoura, and continue for about 20 kilometers toward the southern edges of Tyre, in Lebanon, to reach the first Palestinian coastal footprint: the Rashidieh refugee camp. And heading south? He will have to make his way into the Gaza Strip, of course – reaching the northern outskirts of the city of Gaza and the Al-Shati refugee camp: Shati, literally the "beach" camp, whose name indicates not only its location on the Mediterranean coast, but perhaps also bears the memory of lost beaches, those that no longer have villages (except one) and cities by their side, but rather refugee camps, the places where Palestinians will surely "die anywhere, from anything" (Fanon).

Battle tanks, and not only feet, can also leave marks in the sand. Israel captured Rashidieh in the 1982 Lebanon War (in Operation Litani in 1978, the camp was encircled) and occupied it until 1985. Whereas Shati, like the rest of the Gaza Strip, was under direct Israeli occupation from 1967 until the 2005 disengagement, and then went through repeated "rounds" of military operations – and one continuous blockade – all the way until the horrific October of 2023 when the army returned to Shati, as it did to almost the entire northern half of the Strip. What is now left of the camp? In mid-November, Haaretz reported that "[w]hen the APC stops, the hatch opens onto the Shati refugee camp. A look around reveals something that was once a street... After a short journey west, we once again have a view of the Gaza coastline. Its beauty is in stark contrast to the destruction along the entire length of the shore." At a distance of about 120 kilometers, Shati is no longer the first Palestinian community on the coast south of Jisr a-Zarqa. Truth be told, it is not clear when – if at all – it will be again.

In this manner we "replaced" – in Fanon's words – "a certain 'species' of men by another 'species' of men." History shows that when people are "replaced" by others – when colonization is carried out – atrocities are committed. This is not some theoretical, distant insight: In 1948, during that "replacement," we committed atrocities: from Deir Yassin (after the replacement: Jerusalem's Har Nof neighborhood) to Tantura (after the replacement: Moshav Dor and Kibbutz Nahsholim). And as decolonization is "quite simply" the reversal of the above, quite a few people – disgustingly – hold the opinion that the massacres, rape and other horrors of October 7 expressed such a moment of "decolonization" – and therefore are, essentially, justified.

I suppose that it is possible to accept – resignedly or resentfully – a historical fate that embraces a worldview that between the River and the Sea everything, absolutely everything, is a zero-sum game. And that forever it will be exactly so, and if not forever then until – until when exactly? Until the "decolonization" of the Jews, or until the "decisive defeat" of the Palestinians? Either possibility entails a superficial – and cruel – reading of history.

Yes, it is good to read Fanon, hear the echo of his ideas, recognize them in our local context – and to recognize, with a measure less of automatic superficiality, the differences: Palestine is not Algeria, and we are not (speaking of feet) pieds-noirs; "Who can dispute the rights of the Jews to Palestine?" (as Jerusalem Mayor Yousef al-Khalidi wrote in 1899, in a letter delivered to Herzl); Jews came here while "leaning on the British Mandate" (Jabotinsky) but we also came here as refugees while fighting the Mandate; and, above all: No other home awaits us anywhere else in the world. Jews have been walking here, sometimes barefoot, for many a generation. On this land, the seashore is not the only place where our feet are visible.

Of course, not only our feet. Decisive defeat? Operation Yoav (October 1948) resulted, in a short period of time, in the emptying of the southern coastal plain (and the northern Negev/Naqab) of Palestinians, thus doubling the population of the Gaza Strip and transforming it into a place where most people, to this very day, are refugees or their descendants.

Seventy-five years later, and the current Israeli military operation is already emptying another parcel of land of Palestinians: this time, the northern half of the Strip, while doubling the population of the southern half – and who knows if, when and to exactly where Israel will allow them to return. Indeed, it is possible to continue all this. To "fold" even more Palestinians into even less territory – not only in Gaza but everywhere: also in the West Bank and the Galilee, in Jerusalem and in the Negev. To kill even more Palestinians: In 2014 we killed hundreds of children in Gaza, now they number in the thousands. Continue to carry the "violence into the home and into the mind" of Palestinians, and to remind them (and ourselves) again and again, "that the great showdown cannot be put off indefinitely" (Fanon). All this is possible.

And indeed, the current Israeli war plan – as announced almost daily – is, definitely, to continue until "the elimination of Hamas" is completed. With respect to this plan there are those who remind us that Hamas is a Palestinian movement – an idea – and that ideas cannot be destroyed. This is, of course, true, but – and the same people often neglect to mention the following – this insight applies not only to certain ideas that are nationalist or violent, but to ideas in general. Humanistic ideas too cannot be destroyed, even if human beings who hold them as a worldview are killed.

These are dark days for millions of people. Here we are, over 15 million of us, reeling within an unending horror of death and violence. Not a single day goes by without tears. Humanistic ideas may perhaps be indestructible, but are they even relevant in such a reality? Truthfully, they are more relevant than ever – not as a means of indulging in some naive moralism, but because they genuinely express a different moral perspective, desiring of life, at the heart of which is also a measure of sober realism that was formulated as early as 1948, in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights: "Whereas it is essential, if man is not to be compelled to have recourse, as a last resort, to rebellion against tyranny and oppression, that human rights should be protected."

Anyone with eyes in his head knew that reality was heading, God forbid, toward a terrible implosion. This is how B'Tselem, the Israeli human rights organization that I directed until about six months ago, put it in 2017: "The situation wrongly called the status quo ensures one thing, and one thing only: a continued downward spiral into an ever more violent, unjust and hopeless reality. Unless a nonviolent way out of the present situation is found, the violence of the past half century might be just a preview of much worse to come. The effort to achieve a different future here is not only an urgent moral imperative, it is a matter of life and death." B'Tselem repeated these words over and over again, also in May 2021 (during Operation Guardian of the Walls): "A reality that is based on organized violence is not only immoral – it is a danger to us all… We all desire life. For every single one of us."

And no, within this realistic perspective, there is no justification for the atrocities of October 7. Yes, it is possible to engineer a reality rooted in dispossession and oppression, of a regime based on supremacy and violence, and pretend that none of this leads to an implosion – and even blame those who warned of the inevitable outcome as if they were justifying the violence. But this is hypocritical: Warning against the impending abyss is not a priori apologism for the expected crash. Rather, it is an attempt, perhaps a desperate one, to prevent it.

Humans can make choices. Therefore, we have moral responsibility. The Israelis bear responsibility for (among other things) the consequences of the long-standing policy that made it clear to Palestinians that Israel had no intention of granting them freedom or equality, a policy that sought to trample any nonviolent channel through which Palestinians tried to resist their dispossession. Israel is the one that decided that everything – except Palestinian surrender – is "terrorism." Demonstrations? Popular terrorism. The ICC in The Hague? Legal terrorism. The United Nations? Diplomatic terrorism. Sanctions? Economic terrorism. This is a continuous, arrogant, immoral and irresponsible approach, which made it clear every day anew that any attempt at nonviolent resistance was prohibited, and that Israel would act against it by force. The completely predictable outcome of all this was, and continues to be, more violence.

And even though the violent implosion was the ever-approaching abyss that was visible to all, there is a terrible and unequivocal responsibility that is shared by anyone who decided to step beyond the abyss' threshold. This is the Palestinian responsibility (among other things) for torching homes with their occupants still inside, murdering children, raping women, kidnapping families and all the other atrocities of October 7 and since that terrible day. Against such crimes there has always been and will forever be an absolute moral prohibition. The shock, the rage, the unending terrible sadness and the tears that never stop, are the human response to the trampling of the most basic norms. The shock is even more painful when there are those who try to deny the bloody facts, or when there are those who are unable to say simply that this is an atrocity, that this is a crime, that these are absolute prohibitions that have been violated time and again in Be'eri's safe rooms, on the lawns of Kfar Azza, between the houses of Nir Oz, in the fields of Re'im and the streets of Sderot and Ofakim.

The Israeli paradigm, for years now, has been to control the entire area while managing most Palestinians by way of two subcontractors: the Palestinian Authority in the West Bank and Hamas in Gaza. There have long been those who have said that since the establishment of the Oslo regime in the territories, Fatah, the "Movement for the Liberation of Palestine," may still be a movement but that it is certainly no longer doing much liberation. Therefore, the best thing it can do is to rebel against the paradigm and "return the keys" to Israel. At the end of the day, it was actually the other subcontractor, Hamas, which upended the paradigm. As Khalil al-Hayya, a member of Hamas' politburo, told The New York Times, the group's "goal is not to run Gaza and to bring it water and electricity and such... It did not seek to improve the situation in Gaza. This battle is to completely overthrow the situation."

Yes, the old paradigm was rotten to the core. Whoever kicked it did so with appalling cruelty. The price paid in blood is skyrocketing. And now we all live in a post-October 7 world. In Israel it is still not possible to identify all the bodies. In Gaza it is impossible to count all the bodies. Throughout all my years in B'Tselem, I kept in my heart the fear of the day when the horror would overflow, and the so-called conflict would transform into a phase so violent that not all victims could have a name or a grave. We have reached this stage. We live this horror. Deir Yassin and Gush Etzion, Sabra and Shatila, Be'eri and Gaza. Atrocities etched into the historical memory of both peoples. Leaders who speak in real time about the "destruction of Israel" and of the "2023 Gaza Nakba." How much blood can this Earth absorb before it vomits us all out?

We all desire life. For every single one of us.

[anotherblblog]

Fan Meets and irl BL adventures

I still wanna go through pictures and videos of the fanmeets and such for bl and bl adjacent events and places I've been able to attend thus far but talking and thinking even more about Utsukare and my trip this spring to watch the movie and such and also the fact, I'm very much procrastinating on some work right now has me in the mood to at least list out all the events and bl actors I've seen.

Last Twilight in the Park - BKPP and ITSAY cast

KaownahTurbo Mini Fan Meet - Kaownah, Turbo, Mild, Bhudi

Phuket Trip - ITSAY filming sites (the school, Teh and Oh's houses, Promthep Cape, Skyline MV Beach, Dibuk Restaurant)

IdolFan Fest - Wabi Sabi actors, Kaownah, Mild, Bhudi, most of the KinnPorsche cast, the Love at 9 Cast, many many many many others

GMMTV Building

Nadao Bangkok Building

Last Cafe on the Right

Manila trip - getting my hat and Gameboys filming sites (Ortigas Ave, Pasig Park)

Love Out Loud Fan Fest 2022 - Gun, Tay, Singto, and friends

KinnPorsche filming site (Rosewood Hotel)

Chang Mai Trip* (I went because Manner of Death was filmed there but the actual filming sites were hella far and I didn't arrange transporation, so I went to an elephant sanctuary)

Bangkok meet up with @liyazaki and @meteorjam

Idol Exchange - KaownahTurbo

Phuket meet up with @liyazaki and @meteorjam

Blue Room screening at Cinemalaya - Elijah Canlas

EliKoy meet up

Casio event - KaownahTurbo

GMMTV Fanday in Osaka - Gun, Mix, and friends

Lit & Glitter - PP Krit

Utsukare Season 1 Special Edit Version

My School President Prom Night Live - MSP cast

GMMTV Building

Dp Dance Studio Charity Showcase- KaownahTurbo

Phuket Trip

Taipei Trip (on my radar because of Your Name Engraved Herein)

MarkFord video call - Mark, Ford, Gemini

Utsukare Eternal (I saw it 6 or 7 times)

Utsukare filming sites (the shrine, Hira's house)

Songkran

About Us But Not About Us screening - Elijah Canlas

Love in the Air Manila Fan Meet - LitA cast

Utsukare AniMate Cafe event

Love Story SantaEarth Fan Meet in Vietnam - SantaEarth

Nature Thai Massage Parlor - Tul's massage place and one of them has a big picture of Tul above it, second closest I've been to him

Where is the Lie screening - Royce Cabrera

ok that's kind of a long list lmao

blurbs and takeaways:

all of these international trips started because I won a hat from Kokoy in a Gameboys' fan raffle, which I later got but it wasn't the hat I was told I won but ended up being a more meaningful hat anyway

Kaownah is the actor I've seen the most

Elijah is the actor I've spent the most face time with and had the longest conversations with

Elijah got on the mic told a FULL ass auditorium of his family and fans that I was the biggest Cairo hater in the world (which is true actually)

most everyone I've met and had any sort of face time with has been really nice and excited to talk with an interfan

I won a video call with MarkFord for the MSP concert and their excitement at seeing me again made Gemini who was in the room come over to see what was happening and he was also very excited to see me again

most of them tend to be shorter than I imagined but I'm also 6'1 and also a lot of them wear platform heels or very chunky shoes lmao

fans and staff at events tend to be hella nice and curious about me and assist with translations or directions and sharing gifts and tips

I "saw" Tul Pakorn at NYC Pride 2023 but didn't register it was him because I was 5-10ft behind him and thought "that's a nice white mesh shirt" and later to my eternal chagrin saw him on IG wearing that very same 'nice mesh shirt.' I had to laugh to not cry.

I entered a raffle to meet Yusei and didn't win and so I didn't go back to Japan and later read on twitter he was meeting fans there anyway

fan meets/concerts and goodbye sessions are truly LONG AF!!! Some of them could easily be 10+ hours onsite.

@bengiyo I have told you and @liyazaki the most about my travels - I've already added a few missed memories but lemme know if y'all remember any omissions lmao

at some point, I'm going to need to buy a shelf or two for all the bl merch and pictures I have

next up for me:

Khaotung and First in Sao Paolo

Kaownah (lmao) and Mild in Manila

Gun, Tay, and friends in Manila

I have an eye out for announcements about Be On Cloud's NYE party but no details has been revealed or ticketed yet

[fannyyann]

Two leaders, two different personalities: Opposites attract for Panthers in Barkov, Tkachuk

One has been a mainstay on the Florida Panthers’ roster for a decade. He has grown from a quiet point producer to a slightly less quiet team captain, the player everyone on the team points to as its undisputed leader in the dressing room and who many refer to as one of the best (albeit underrated) two-way centers in the league who rarely takes a penalty.

The other is the fresh-faced newcomer on the roster yet a burgeoning star in his own right with a lot of spunk and a lot of skill to back it up. He’s the brash, tell-it-like-it-is 25-year-old who Florida acquired in the blockbuster trade of the offseason last summer to give the Panthers some much-needed edge.

Together, these two juxtaposing forces in Aleksander “Sasha” Barkov and Matthew Tkachuk form the backbone of this Panthers roster both in the present and the future. Both are locked in to eight-year deals, keeping them under contract through the 2029-2030 season.

Together, they are representing the hometown Panthers at the 2023 NHL All-Star Game at their home arena, Sunrise’s FLA Arena, on Saturday.

“The cornerstone will be represented,” Panthers coach Paul Maurice said. “They should be here.”

The two are part of a bigger plan than just representing Florida at All-Star Games. They are the centerpieces to what the Panthers hope will be long-term sustainability and success. It hasn’t worked out so far this season. Florida entered the All-Star Break with a 24-22-6 record and is facing an uphill climb for a wild card spot into the Stanley Cup playoffs with two-and-a-half months left to play.

But Barkov and Tkachuk, both either in or entering the prime of their careers, give the Panthers a dynamic one-two punch of superstars that, with the right pieces around them, should help them remain annual contenders for that elusive Stanley Cup.

“That’s two of our core players,” Panthers CEO Matt Caldwell said. “That’s why we’re so excited about our future and we’re certainly not giving up on this season, and the guys are going to battle and battle, but it’s the next five-plus years, too. In hockey especially, you want to be good, you want to be in your window, the prime of your career and you’re not just going for it in one year. You want to be good for five-plus years straight, and then one of those years you finally break through and win.”

THE QUIET CAPTAIN

Barkov had just gotten off the phone with Panthers general manager Bill Zito on Jan. 26 for what was a celebratory conversation. Florida’s top-line center was being added to the All-Star roster, replacing Toronto Maple Leafs forward Auston Matthews. 

How did the chat go?

“I probably didn’t sound too excited on the phone,” Barkov said a day later, a slight grin emerging on his face. 

There’s a reason for that. Barkov prides himself on staying stoic, even-keeled. He will deflect individual praise for the betterment of the team. His focus is singular. 

“I just do my job,” Barkov said. “My main priority is not to make All-Star Games or anything like that. It’s to come to the rink and do my thing as well as possible, and it doesn’t matter what time of the year it is.”

Now, this All-Star appearance does mean something to Barkov. It’s taking place in his backyard, in the place where he has called home for a decade now. It didn’t ruin any real vacation plans he had in place — “I may miss a couple of trips to the beach,” he quipped, “but I wasn’t going anywhere” — and it gives him a chance to show the rest of the NHL’s top players how he lives on a daily basis.

“We’re gonna see some sunburns the next couple days,” Barkov said. 

It’s also another chance for the forward to have his skills shown on a national scale. 

He has 600 career points, becoming the second player in Panthers franchise history to hit that milestone. He is now 13 points from tying close friend and former teammate Jonathan Huberdeau’s franchise points record.

He won the Frank J. Selke Trophy, given to the best two-way forward in the league, in 2021 and was a finalist for the award last season as well. He won the Lady Byng Memorial Trophy, given to the top scoring player who commits the fewest penalties, in 2019 and has been a finalist for the award two other times (and likely will be among the top three again this year). 

“The things he does in practice kind of go unnoticed until you see him do it every day,’’ forward Sam Reinhart said. “It is pretty ridiculous the kind of things he can do. Any time you get to play with a guy of that caliber, you try and take advantage of it.”

But perhaps most importantly, Barkov has become comfortable in his own skin and is more open about being the veteran voice in the dressing room. The Panthers named him team captain ahead of the 2018-19 season, an accolade he said was “probably the biggest honor I’ve had in my life.” It was a reward for what he did on the ice to that point, and a challenge to get him to exude that same confidence off of it. 

The evolution of Aleksander Barkov came shortly after that. The quiet center from Finland was talking more, providing more input with his teammates and skill playing at an All-World level. He has become proficient in dry sarcasm. His body language almost always exudes confidence nowadays, the secondary response of him breaking out of his shell personally.

And his presence is perhaps most noticed when he’s not there.

Take this season, for example. Barkov has missed 10 games this season, seven due to illness and three after being checked in the knee by the New Jersey Devils’ Nico Hischier. The Panthers went 2-6-2 in those games. Since returning from the knee injury on Dec. 29, Barkov has 25 points in his past 17 games. Florida has gone 9-6-2 in that stretch.

“It’s everything,” Tkachuk said of Barkov’s value to the team. “I think the way you can really tell is when he was out of the lineup we’re just a completely different team. A lot of guys, when he was out at the beginning of the year, did step up and definitely improve the way they were playing to make up for that loss, but you can’t do it and when he came back he really changed our team.”

THE VOCAL NEWCOMER 

Tkachuk was talking a little lighthearted smack — what else would he be doing? — about his younger brother Thursday when, suddenly, he spotted him striding in his direction. Brady Tkachuk, the not-so-little little brother, plopped down in the seat next to Tkachuk and so much became immediately clear.

“I always was able to overpower him,” Tkachuk was saying, recalling his childhood competitions with his younger brother, “but look at him: He’s a mammoth of a man.” 

Now, the younger brother has about two inches and 20 pounds on Tkachuk. He has the same sort of on-ice edge as his older brother, too, because how else are you supposed to survive a childhood with Tkachuk as your older brother of two years? 

“Just to survive in our matchups, just to kind of give myself a chance, that’s what I needed to do,” he said Thursday, “get dirty at times.”

Even when his younger brother would beat him in something, Tkachuk didn’t have any place for compassion. 

“I probably had the advantage on him in Xbox,” the younger brother said with a smile, blissfully unaware Tkachuk had just conceded this point a few minutes earlier by saying, “I was the normal sport guy, outside like it should be.” 

Ask just about any of the 44 All-Stars, and they’ll confess something like grudging respect for the high-scoring forward. 

Maybe they’ve scrapped with him at some point or thought he took a cheap shot once.

Or maybe they just hate his constant barbs and trash talk and the way his drool-caked mouth guard always seems to be hanging out of his mouth. 

Maybe they hate all these things a little bit more because he’s also tied for sixth in the NHL with 66 points and one of the most obvious All-Star selections the league had to make for this game.

“He’s a very good player and he has all the skills to back it up,” All-Star forward Kevin Hayes said Thursday. “It’s hard to find agitators that put up the points.”

It’s something he has had as long as anyone can remember. 

What was Tkachuk like as a 7-year-old in minor ice hockey? “He was kind of what you see now,” his younger brother said. 

“He kind of just dominated and had that aggression, too, that everyone likes.” 

How much did his father, whose 2,219 penalty minutes are third most in NHL history among players with at least 500 goals, make this all happen? 

“Keith [Tkachuk] has probably told them to do it more,” said Hayes, who’s a cousin of the Tkachuks and now stars for the Philadelphia Flyers.

After their second-round exit from the 2022 Stanley Cup playoffs, the Panthers felt like this edge was just what they needed. They never admitted they felt like they were a soft team last year, but they did spend a big part of their offseason trying to change their image by getting a defensive-minded coach in Paul Maurice and a notorious pest in Tkachuk.

No matter how mixed most of Tkachuk’s new teammates feelings were when Florida traded Huberdeau and star defenseman MacKenzie Weegar to the Calgary Flames to get him in the offseason, forwards Sam Bennett and Ryan Lomberg both knew the Panthers were in for something special. 

Both played with Tkachuk in Alberta and excitedly reached out to the winger after hearing news of the deal. Bennett knew he would change Florida for the better. Lomberg knew it wouldn’t be an issue for Tkachuk to fit in with the Panthers, no matter what sort of reputation he has.

His history with Tkachuk goes back even further than their time together with the Flames. In 2015, Lomberg and Tkachuk were rivals in the United States Hockey League, and “butted heads,” Lomberg said. There were never any fights, but the physical style they both play meant there was no avoiding some battles. 

Fast forward three years. Tkachuk was already established in Calgary. Lomberg was still bouncing between the NHL and American Hockey League. Tkachuk did all he could to make it easy for his former junior ice hockey rival.

“Being a guy that’s in between there, you want to feel a part of it. You want to feel like you’re contributing in any way and it’s as simple as just a simple conversation involving guys that aren’t that comfortable,” Lomberg said. “That’s something I learned for him. ... Any time there’s a guy that’s called up or a newly acquired guy, I definitely go out of my way to make them feel involved because I remember what a difference it made for myself.”

Of course, feeling like part of Tkachuk’s team also means being the victim of some his trash talk.

“From the outside looking in, it may seem like he’s making fun of somebody, but in the locker room it’s the opposite,” Lomberg said. “You chirp the guys you’re close with.” 

In Florida, Tkachuk brought his playful pestering to the ice before training camp even began. 

He also took just about everyone around the team out for dinner — from teammates to trainers — and it let everyone get a look at the full Tkachuk experience right away.

“He’s a leader,” Lomberg said. “He brings a different type of atmosphere — family style, together — so it’s great. I can’t say enough about him.”

TWO STARS CO-EXISTING 

In essence, Barkov and Tkachuk complement each other. Their stark contrasts in personality — at least externally — creates a balancing act of sorts, a Yin and Yang among Florida’s elite players. 

So what’s the chain of command between the two? 

It’s simple, really. 

“He’s the leader,” Tkachuk said of Barkov. 

That said, both players expressed their appreciation for the other as they prepared to play in Saturday’s All-Star Game. Barkov quipped he felt he has known Tkachuk for nearly 10 years despite only being teammates with him for a matter of months. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Barkov said. “He’s tremendous.” 

Tkachuk praised Barkov’s ability to impact “all aspects of the game” and how the effort seen on gameday is mirrored on practice days. “Very special,” Tkachuk said.

[filtercoffeeonsteroids]

2022 TBR 🧿 (continuing in 2023)

On Earth, we are briefly gorgeous - Ocean Vuong

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (🦄)

Twisted lies - Ana Huang (🦄)

Gender Queer: a memoir - Maia Kobabe (🦄)

Lanka's princess - Kavita Kané (🫀)

Forty rules of love - Elif Shafak

All my rage - Sabaa Tahir (🫀)

Redacted : poems - Trista Mateer (🦄)

She gets the girl - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick

Pride & prejudice - Jane Austen (🌷)

How much land does a man need? - Leo Tolstoy (🦄)

Terribly tiny tales, Vol. 1 (🦄)

God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy

The Secret History - Donna Tartt (🫀)

The Forest of Enchantments - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni (🫀)

Love story - Erich Segal (🦄)

Raavan : Enemy of Aryavarta - Amish Tripathi

The love hypothesis - Ali Hazelwood (🦄)

No Regrets - Kaveree Bamzai

Great Goddesses - Nikita Gill

Beautiful World, Where are you - Sally Rooney

Crying in H mart - Michelle Zauner (🫀)

Poetry is undead - Trista Mateer

Artemis Made me do it - Trista Mateer (🫀)

Poems I sleep next to - Shelby Eileen (🦄)

Beach Read - Emily Henry

Menaka's choice - Kavita kané

Loveboat Reunion - Abigail Hing Wen (🫀)

One last stop - Casey McQusiton

The Knockout - Sajni Patel (🫀)

A Promised Land - Khadija Mastur

Daughter of the Moon Goddess - Sue Lynn Tan

Cheer up: Love and pompoms - Crystal Frasier ( 🦄)

Tahira in bloom - Farah Heron

A Good Girl's guide to murder - Holly Jackson (🦄)

The invisible life of Addie LaRue - V. E. Schwab ( 🫀)

Rivals (American Royals #3) - Katherine McGee (🦄)

It ends with us - Colleen Hoover (🦄)

Persuasion - Jane Austen

Normal People - Sally Rooney (🦄)

Graceful Burdens - Roxane Gay (🦄)

I want to die but i want to eat tteokbokki - Baek Sehee (🫀)

The fault in our stars - John Green (🦄)

When the stars wrote back - Trista mateer (🦄,🫀)

Conversations with friends - Sally Rooney (🫀)

Daisy Jones & The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid (🦄)

Flower crowns & fearsome things - Amanda Lovelace (🦄)

The Bitter End - Kaliane Faye (🦄)

Rukmini - Saiswaroopa Iyer

Kate in waiting - Becky Albertralli

Simon vs the homosapiens agenda - Becky Albertralli (🫀)

The Princess saves herself in this one - Amanda Lovelace (🦄)

The Song of Achilles (🫀)

It Starts with Us - Colleen Hoover (🦄)

Here's to hoping I actually read all of them :')

(I have removed books that I know for a fact I will not read, so this is an edited version of the list! Also, finished TSOA today (18/4/23) and The Invisible life of Addie LaRue on 24/4/23 and absolutely fucking bawled, so I decided to add it to this tbr list to honour it :'), not to mention that I actually had planned to read it for a long time, just didn't include it in this list 😭)

( read in 2022 - 🦄, currently reading - 🌷, read in 2023 - 🫀)

I'll be marking off the books when I finish reading them/ I'll be adding more books when I find myself wanting to read them!

[nwbeerguide]

USC Athletics partners with Stone Brewing Co. for official craft beer.

Press Release

ESCONDIDO, CA ... The University of Southern California (USC) Athletics, announces the debut of its first-ever official craft beer, Stone Fight On! Pale Ale. The beer is brewed by Stone Brewing, the Southern California-based brewery that has been trailblazing the craft beer category with a fierce commitment to quality and freshness for 27 years. The official USC Athletics beer will be available for purchase the week of August 14, 2023.

Stone Fight On! Pale Ale will be distributed throughout Southern California at stores, bars, and restaurants and onsite at the Los Angeles Colosseum and the Galen Center, home of the USC Trojans. Its 16oz cans feature classic USC iconography and colors. Inside, the beer is a quintessential SoCal Pale Ale – a balanced blend of tropical and citrusy hop flavors, light-body and endlessly drinkable at 5.5% ABV. Stone’s brewers developed the beer to offer that hoppiness Southern Californians crave in a style that suits tailgates, beach days, and cheering from the stands or at home.

“USC Athletics has been seeking the perfect beer partner – a regional brand that would be meaningful to our fans and add to the gameday experience, " explained Drew DeHart, Vice President/General Manager, USC Sports Properties and Playfly Sports. “Stone really nailed a Pale Ale that’s representative of the SoCal craft beer scene, and easy drinking too. We’re honored to see our USC colors, marks and Trojan alongside the Stone Gargoyle.”

“Stone beers are popular nationwide and across the globe, but SoCal is where we started and is home to our biggest population of fans,” explained Erin Smith, Stone Brewing SVP of Marketing. “We’re thrilled at the opportunity to create a beer that instills local pride in that cross-section of craft beer drinkers and USC fans and alumni. It’s our hope that this beer is enjoyed year-round for its incredible flavor, and that it truly adds to the gameday experience across all USC sports.”

Find the beer online via Stone’s Beer Finder, Find.StoneBrewing.com or order it online for delivery in California and select states via Shop.StoneBrewing.com.

FIGHT ON!

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ABOUT STONE BREWING

Founded in 1996, Stone pioneered the West Coast Style IPA, helping to fuel the modern craft beer revolution and inspire generations of hop fanatics. Today Stone operates breweries in Escondido, CA and Richmond, VA plus seven tap room and bistro locations. Stone offers a wide range of craft beers including its most popular Stone IPA, Stone Delicious IPA and Stone Buenaveza Salt & Lime Lager. The company’s long list of environmental efforts includes a LEED Silver Certification, world-class water reclamation and creative uses of spent grain. Stone has been called the “All-time Top Brewery on Planet Earth” by BeerAdvocate magazine twice. To find Stone beers, visit find.stonebrewing.com. For more information on Stone Brewing visit stonebrewing.com, Facebook, Instagram or Twitter. 

ABOUT USC SPORTS PROPERTIES

USC Sports Properties is the locally-based, exclusive multimedia rightsholder for USC Athletics. As a part of the Playfly Sports Properties portfolio of nearly 40 collegiate and high school state association properties, the USC Sports Properties team connects brands to USC’s passionate and deeply-rooted fanbase. Through broadcast, in-arena, experiential, and technology-based marketing and media solutions, Playfly Sports Properties’ fully scalable platform provides marketers unparalleled access to the most highly engaged audiences on a local and national level. Playfly Sports Properties is a division of Playfly Sports.

Connect with the USC Sports Properties team by visiting www.playfly.com/properties.

ABOUT PLAYFLY SPORTS

Playfly Sports is a sports media, marketing and technology business centered around the team, league, brand, and network.  Believing in ‘Fandom as a Service’​ and focusing on a consultative, data driven approach to REACH, ENGAGE, MONETIZE AND MEASURE FANDOM gives the company’s partners and brands a competitive advantage.​ Playfly connects more than 2,000 brand partners with approximately 83% of all U.S. sports fans. Through the proprietary platform the business delivers scalable, data-oriented marketing, technology, and media solutions with capabilities including exclusive MMR management, sponsorship sales and activation, streaming, consulting, ticket/premium sales, all along with new revenue-driving platforms and technologies.  Founded in September of 2020, Playfly Sports is now home to approximately 1,000 team members located across 43 U.S. states dedicated to maximizing the impact of highly passionate local sports fans. Follow Playfly Sports on social media @PlayflySports or visit www.playfly.com.

[whataweirdfeeling]

HELLO welcome to WAWF WEDNESDAY your monthly WAWF update [1st Wednesday of each month]

*Considering it is now March [aka Women’s History Month] WAWF has complied homage covers from women who paved the way along with much more*

Read below to find out what else WAWF is up to this month 

WAWF NEWS: Women’s History

Poster 1: 'Wonder'[Poem] by Maya Angelou[1924-2014]

Black/African American writer, Civil Rights Activist, poet, filmmaker, actor, dancer, and educator

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Poster 2: Amelia Earhart[1897-1939]

First female aviator pilot to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean posing by her plane[Long Beach, CA -1930]

She disappeared while flying over the Pacific[1937]

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Poster 3: [1940] Self-Portait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird

By Frida Khalo[1907-1954]

Popular Mexican painter known mainly for her self portraits, unique personality and multifaceted lifestyle

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Poster 4: Junko Tabei[1939-2016]

First woman to climb Mount Everest + First Woman ever to reach the Seven Peaks

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WHAT WE’RE CRANKING:

- Recent: SOS[Album] - SZA

Honorable Mentions: the record[Album] - boygenius, Good Riddance[Album] - Gracie Abrams, This Is Why[Album] - Paramore, Flowers[Song] - Miley Cyrus, Boys a liar Pt. 2[Song] - PinkPantheress Ft. Ice Spice, Glue Song[Song] - Beabadoobee, Tomorrow 2[Song] - GloRilla

- Lowkey: softCORE[Album] - Foushee

Honorable Mentions: Beatopia[Album] - Beabadoobee, SAP[Album] - Okay Kaya, Hypnos[Album] - Ravyn Lenae, LVL5 P1[Album] - Bktherula, <COPINGMECHANISM>[Album] - WILLOW, From Hook[Album] - Hook, Self 7Xve 2[Album] - 7xvethegenius, Your Mind[Song] - Greentea Peng, Babyxsosa

- Still in rotation: If Orange Was A Place[EP] - Tems

Honorable Mentions: Ctrl[Album] - SZA, When I Get Home[Album] - Solange, Sling[Album] - Clairo, The Liz 2[Album] - Armani Caesar, Spread Thin[Song] - Mariah the Scientist

- Throwback: Stronger Than Pride[Album] - Sade

Honorable Mentions: Mama’s Gun[Album] - Erykah Badu, Vespertine[Album] - Bjork, Extraordinary Machine[Album] - Fiona Apple, Riot![Album] - Paramore, Alley Flowers[Song] - Jolie Holland, Aretha Franklin

WAWF’s Wearing:

Fit 1[Left] - [2/4] Look from HUGH S23' - @hugh.byfitzgodwin on IG

Fit 2[Right] - [4/4] Look from HUGH S23' - @hugh.byfitzgodwin on IG

*send your best fit pic to @whataweirdfeeling on Instagram for your own possible feature in the 'WAWF’s Wearing' section next month*

WAWF Magazine pushes art fashion culture and much more Stay tuned for all of the exciting things we have planned for 2023

Distortion/Words/Curated by @vyngak

[slipperygaloshes]

Thank you to @jmflowers for infusing my day with some positivity. Here’s my attempt at your gratitude challenge.

10 things I’m grateful for and/or proud of myself for accomplishing since the start of 2023:

1. I recently spent a whole weekend with my family, celebrating my grandmother’s 93rd (!!!) birthday. Learned a lot about family members I never had a chance to meet and my grandmother was really happy all weekend and I was happy to be there with her. I was also v proud of myself for attending day 3 without my nuclear family, and for forcing myself to drive in the rain. I don’t love driving but the only way to get better at it is to do it, and I think the same is probably true of making conversation. So there’s a twofer of gratitude and pride.

2. I am grateful as hell to have the dog I didn’t want five years ago by my side. He makes life brighter. He had a difficult start before landing with us, but is such a good, smart boy and I’m very proud of him. I’m forcing myself to take him on a daily walk when I get home from work and he’s slowly becoming more adventurous/less anxious, and a better walker to boot. We’re getting further every day. And we’re also working very hard to not freak out when a dog or squirrel passes by the house.

3. I’m grateful to live where I do, even if I wish I lived separate from my family at nearly all times. There is an enriching city and many relaxing beaches in close proximity, and all different sorts of people to meet and know. I’m really lucky my ancestors stopped moving around where they did.

4. I’ve read about six books this year thanks to my new NYPL digital library card. This is not a very impressive stat, especially for a former English major, but I lost my drive for reading for a long time, so it’s meaningful to me.

5. Recently did a big clean out of the mountains of miscellaneous paperwork six people accumulate over the years. We didn’t need about 2/3 of it, so that was satisfying to see. I also got rid of a ton of Christmas crap and other random things we no longer have need for. I’m a fan of spring cleaning, I think! Debating tackling the catch-alls that are the laundry room and/or garage this weekend.

6. I am actively trying to make plans with people and be a more active participant in life lately. Not sure if this is a consequence of more sun in my life or what but I’m trying to keep the momentum going and hopefully by the time it gets dark again, I’m in a good habit. Usually, I just do things alone these days because all of my friends moved out together about an hour away and I just don’t want to coordinate schedules/budgets/etc. But had a good time the last weekend we went out, so I’m trying to be more inviting.

7. Speaking of that, I had fun exploring a new place recently, living almost completely in the moment (a rarity for me), and along the way discovered that I enjoy an aperol spritz. I think one of my friends had it in mind as like a birthday activity for me, but everyone was super respectful of my wish for a quiet/low key birthday, and the day was all the better for it. My boss and my family were also good about it, so I’m grateful for that.

8. I’ve been working to reframe some of my negative thoughts recently. I like to playfully call it “gaslighting myself into mental wellness”, but in all seriousness, I do think it has helped me to retool my brain so I’m thinking a little differently and having healthier reactions to things beyond my control. So there’s something to be proud of.

9. I’m grateful to love and be loved. I don’t know a better feeling in the world and I am really lucky to have some great people in my life. I’m grateful for this opportunity to reflect on that.

10. This is a pre-pride, really, but it’s going to be my biggest accomplishment of this year, and possibly of the next few years, and I want to shout it from the rooftops but I’m too shy for that, so I’m sharing it here. I will make my final payment on my private student loan in September and be private debt free in October. This has been years of working a survival job, living with my parents, and missing out on exciting opportunities in the making, but soon I will be able to live more freely and do more of what I want to do rather than what I have to do. I’ve decided I’m going to go to Mexico to celebrate.

[dhampiravidi]

call of duty OC (Achilles's MW AU)

template adapted from this:

MAIN STATS

Name: Achilleas (Kili) "Ares" Petrikis Vlahos

Explanation: Kili is what his friends, lovers, and his parents (usually) call him. Ares is his call sign/nickname, which he earned due to the frenzy he appears to go into when fighting in close quarters combat.

Born: Jul. 13, 1981 in Farsala, Thessaly, Greece (age 33 as of 2023)

Gender: Genderfluid (he/they)

Orientation: Pansexual

Race: White

Citizenship: Greek

Residence: Farsala, Thessaly, Greece

Affiliations: previously served in the 1st Infantry Division "Smyrni" (Hellenic Army), serves with Task Force 141

Rank: verse dependent

APPEARANCE

he stands at 5'11" (1.8 m) with a fair complexion that's tanned well after years of going to the beach. Ares is more the type who'd be called "beautiful" instead of handsome, as he's not as muscular as those he serves with. Still, he has his share of muscle, bruises, and scars--souvenirs from everything he's survived. His hair is a heady bronze in the sunlight, since it's light brown with reddish undertones, and his eyes are an ever-changing mix of green.

PERSONALITY

many view him as prideful, but he simply lacks the insecurities that others believe to be important to a normal sense of self. In other words, he doesn’t care much about what others of him, because they are not his family/loved ones. He’d rather have a tight circle of close friends than the approval of everyone. He also views all people as equal, so if he overhears a bully antagonizing someone, he'll jump in to end things. Sometimes he's so eager to "end things" that he ends up doing something rash and violent. This, as well as his deeply-ingrained loyalty, can easily be seen as weaknesses of his.

ABILITIES

Battlefield Prowess: known more for his strength and agility than his endurance or his teamwork; prefers handgun & h2h Handedness: Right Languages: Modern Greek, English, Greek Sign Language

BACKGROUND

his favorite childhood memory is of his dad chasing him into the waves as a toddler while his mom laughed & watched. His parents, famous war hero Petros, and even-more-famous Thekla, divorced when he was six. About a decade later, both parents were checking on their son when it was convenient, but...well. He'd end up having a kid when he was in secondary school, after sleeping with a female friend while drunk and naked. It was definitely an accident, and yet he didn't mind children. He and his friend decided to keep things nice and platonic there, and he promised to send them money every day before he came to visit. Not long after that, Ares, like most others his age, joined the army to finish their mandatory service. He ended up serving past his term.

EXTRA

in the US, away from his traditional dad, he starts dressing in a more genderfluid way, wearing low-collared shirts and mesh tops, getting his ears pierced, putting on eyeliner and light makeup...etc. He still identifies as a boy, but he comes out as pansexual (& to his close friends, polyamorous). he keeps plenty of pictures of his current lover(s) on his phone because he tends to get a lil lonely while traveling, even when he's with the entourage he's used to. even though he has no hard feelings towards his time in the military (despite his PTSD), he's kind of insecure when it comes to letting people outside his inner circle see the healed gunshot wounds on his torso. he has a Spotify account for releasing music (AKA original acoustics he records while on leave), under the name AGAP3.

[maybeitsmagic]

2022

the moments come back in sips and forkfuls:

chewing that succulent pulpo on troncones beach, aarti and i agreeing in january “this is gonna be our year.” slurping a piña colada while wading in that tranquil pacific water,

                                   s w i r l i n g on life’s highs.

toasting mimosas before hitting the slopes at alta / and passing a hazy IPA back and forth on the chilly lift ride up.

cooking that alison roman chicken (juicy as always) in the catskills for friends who are more like family while the spring rain came down.

neon orange spritzes with michael and oliver on the patio, reveling in our first east bay summer-- oh, and spilling yogurt on the new couch, our pride and joy that took 10 months to arrive.

finding those savory tomato cocktails in paris that reminded me of our favorite oakland bar. and remember that 3-hour lunch near the latin quarter when i cried from joy during dessert?!                                     (strawberries in snow.)

sipping pinot with winemakers in burgundy, feeling spoiled and ignorant and blissful. thinking: in california, we have no traditions! not like these europeans, who’ve made wine with the same grapes since the 11th century.                              but noting: there’s freedom in that too.

feeling shiny in provence on the rooftop of an above-our-class hotel, inhaling espresso martinis and cured meats until long after the sun went down.

twirling, floating, or more accurately inching down the drought-dry russian river with friends, chugging watermelon beer instead of water, throwbacks on repeat. trading popsicles for a few more cans of seltzer from passing floaters. deciding 32 sounded better than 31.

realizing life has no meaning without flavor when we got covid in new york. ramen tasting like salty mush and sadness. at least we got it celebrating, we consoled ourselves, since our friends’ wedding was a worthy cause.

unwrapping spam musubis on waikiki beach -- a place that feels like my childhood. laughing at divya’s dad ‘fit after two mai tais, both of us sans-makeup at the bar (is this what your 30s look like? more wrinkles, less care.)

that november meal at fish & bird when we were trying to get my mind off twitter news. my phone died as the food came out, then sputtered back to life to tell me my time at the company was over. we laughed about my phone, then i sobbed between mouthfuls of raw fish.

the sashimi at the salmon farm in new zealand! soft slices melting on our tongues. mom looking pleased as ever, scraping the last bit of broth from her chowder bowl.

the night before new year’s eve, finishing a bottle of willamette pinot way too quickly, puzzling out an impossible sherlock holmes game with my person and dog beside me and the snow falling softly outside. ---

ending the year with no job / no idea what 2023 might serve me, these are the moments that fill my mind. i can say i not only got through 2022 but savored it. it was a year of indulgences with loved ones, revisiting “normals,” and traveling in search of perfect bites -- finally understanding this is how i make meaning of the world.