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hhughes · 1 month ago

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៹࣪ ៸៸ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 . . . ꒱꒱

in which Jack shows appreciation for all that you do, by doing you a favour.

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. jack hughes x athletic!trainer!reader. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. banter. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. just had this idea in my head and had to write it. who knows if I’ll do more with this pairing, maybe, maybe not. we’ll see. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

Working in professional sports means you��re exposed to attractive people most of the time. They’re professional athletes , it’s their job to keep their bodies in shape , and over time you get used to it. A six foot , fit, cocky man is much less appealing when you're surrounded by them twenty-four-seven. It helps that you get to see them in their lowest of lows. Snoring on the plane when they haven’t brushed their teeth in over 24 hours , wearing the same T-Shirt and sweatpants on the plane on every roadie , or when they take it a step further ( bc they’re overachievers ) and puke in your backseat when you pick their drunk asses up from a night out. That’ll teach you to become friends with co-workers.

So it surprises you every now and then when you hear people freak out about how attractive they are , or how lucky you were to be in their presence as often as you are. People in this case being your dad’s friends’ daughter.

“I gotta get a job like yours if I get to stare at that the entire time,” Amanda says from her position next to you in the box , her eyes focussed on Jack who stood outside the door talking to one of the building staff members. you resist the urge to let out a sigh and only send her a polite smile. You hold yourself back from wanting to give her advice because she probably wouldn’t take it into consideration anyway. It was challenging to get your job as one of the team’s assistant athletic trainers , but getting the job wasn’t necessarily the hard part. It was keeping the job , continuously proving that you deserve it.

“Thanks again for getting us up here sweetheart,” your dad says, taking the spot next to you when Amanda occupies herself elsewhere, and squeezing you tightly into his side. Your parents were both lifelong devils fans and actually met at a game. So it was only fitting that they would celebrate their thirtieth anniversary at the same place they met.

“Pass my thanks on to Jack too would you?” your dad says , knowing it was because of him that they were up there but before you could reply a smooth voice cut in from behind.

“No need for that sir , the box was gonna sit empty tonight anyway. I’m glad it’s being put to good use,” Jack cuts in and both you and your dad turn to look at him. He was clad in his game day suit , one you’ve seen many times now but it still managed to make your mouth run dry a bit.

Sir? you mouth at Jack, lifting your eyebrow in a teasing gesture and if you didn’t know him as well as you did you would’ve missed the slight lift in the corner of his lips, revealing his brief amusement before it fades away as he continues talking to your dad.

“You gonna get me a goal tonight? Break this little dry streak you're on” your dad jokingly asks as he shakes Jack’s hand and you gently nudge him.

“Dad,” you warn, knowing how hard Jack was on himself already about going pointless for a few games. You send Jack an apologetic glance but he just smiles in response. Usually it didn’t bother Jack when fans talked about his game. No one was more disappointed in him not performing than he was. And no one wanted to score more than he did.

But for some reason when someone close to you mentioned it, it struck a bit of a nerve. For some unknown reason Jack wanted nothing more than to play the best game of his career tonight and impress your dad. Maybe even impress you, but as he’s learned the last few months, that’s no easy task.

You’ve remained thoroughly unimpressed by just about anything and everything Jack Hughes has thrown your way. Which Jack isn’t afraid to admit, has hurt his ego quite a bit, but it’s also made him utterly fascinated by you.

“Should’ve worn my jersey. Give me a bit of extra luck,” Jack jokes and your dad lets out a slight laugh, patting the ‘C’ on his chest. Proudly wearing the devil’s Captain’s jersey.

“Well in that case you’ve got all the luck you need son. My wife is wearing your jersey — honey, come meet Jack! ” he yells at your mom and you feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment, sending Jack another apologetic smile, and your heart warms at the sweet, easy going grin he gives you, and then your mom in greeting.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him make that much of an effort to keep small talk going as he did with your parents for the next ten minutes. Even going as far as telling your dad that whatever they were gonna order at the bar tonight should go under his tab. You practically had to drag him away when game time was nearing and he had to go.

“We really need to go. I’ll see you guys after okay?” you say hugging your parents goodbye and following Jack out the door.

“Go get ‘em sweetheart,” your dad yells after you, as if you were the one about to play, and Jack laughs softly when you shake your head in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re really excited to be here, as you can probably tell,” you say bashfully and Jack has the urge to stop in the middle of the hallway and just admire the blush of your cheeks. It’s not often that he gets to see you this laid-back, cheeks flushed, eyes practically lit up with happiness, foreshadows of your dimples, that he now knows comes from your mom, as you struggle to keep the smile off your face. Jack has always seen brief glimpses of this version of you, whenever they win a game, but it’s always there for a split second before you detach yourself and go into work mode.

And Jack is utterly obsessed with that version of you too. The one who doesn’t accept any shit from him or the guys. Who always seems to clean up everyone’s messes, on and off the ice, even if it’s not really in your job description. It’s not that Jack liked that version any less than this one, it’s just that his heart felt like it was going to explode because he’s the only one who has this little piece of you now. None of the other guys have seen you playfully roll your eyes at your dad’s jokes, or the fond smile you get on your face when your mom dotes on you. Only he has that.

“Don’t even worry about it. I wanted to meet them and I’m glad I did, they were awesome,” Jack says and you reach out and grab his bicep, bringing both of you to a standstill.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. You made their night. My dad’s never gonna shut up about this,” you say, squeezing his arm softly and Jack reaches for your other hand, glancing left and right and making sure no one else is around as he intertwines your fingers.

“We don’t show you enough appreciation around here for everything you do for us. For me. This was my way of doing that,” Jack says, squeezing your hand softly and his lungs malfunction temporarily as you step closer and press a feather light kiss to his cheek.

“You’re sweet when you wanna be, you know.” you say, moving away from him and Jack immediately misses having you close to him.

“Right back atcha,” he says, nudging you softly.

The two of you walk in silence in the direction of the locker room for a bit before he breaks it again and when you hear the words come out of his mouth, you desperately wish he didn’t.

“So the girl that was in the booth with your parents? She related to you?” he asks casually and you squint at him suspiciously as he refuses to meet your eye.

“No. She’s just my dad’s friend’s daughter. Family friend,” you explain and Jack nods.

“She single?” Jack asks and you immediately scoff, your feet coming to a halt at his question and he stops right along with you, sending you a questioning gaze.

“Are you serious right now?” you question, trying to keep the obvious hurt and disgust out of your tone. You lean back against the hallway wall, sending him a glare and Jack grin as he makes his way closer to you, his hands going to either side of your head as he leans his head so close to yours you can feel his breath against your cheek.

“No, I'm not. I just think you’re hot as fuck when you’re mad, and I happen to know exactly how to push your buttons pretty girl,” Jack says, and your breath hitches as he presses a featherlight kiss to your cheek.

“But really though, is she single?” Jack asks with a shit eating grin and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you push him away lightly.

“Go you’re gonna be late and you’re gonna get me in trouble,” is the only response you give him

“Wouldn’t dream of it doc,” jack responds, shooting you a grin and giving you a wink as he makes his way towards the locker room.

“I’m not a doctor,” you yell the usual response after him, hoping it’ll stick one day.

#jack hughes x y/n #jack x at!reader #jack hughes x you #jack hughes fic #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes x reader #꒰ 🗄️ ꒱ — 𝓗hughes #꒰ 📂 ꒱ — 𝓗hughes -> fics

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cherryredstars · 8 months ago

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Hey I wanted to say how are you and I love your blog, keep it up its amazing ✨️

Anyways I have a request for a fic about miguel in a different multiverse being like the hot shot cop and all and he's like the head detective and whatever and the reader if his partner or whatever and they come across a case where he had feelings for her for awhile and I'm this case it made him confess to her how he feels and it goes from there, but like he ends up putting her in handcuffs to have his way with her ikykwimya? anything of that stature just a big Rookie fan and that's what gave me the idea. Anyways have a lovely day 💙

Pairing: Cop!Miguel O’Hara x Partner fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Confession, Handcuffs, Gag, Fingering, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Well, that’s one way to wind down from the job…

A/N: I’m doing great, love!! Thank you for supporting my work <3

Word Count: 1.9K (Not Edited)

The hotel door rattles as he slams it shut.

“Really?” You scoff, arms crossing as you stare at him storming across the room. “You’re acting like a child.”

Miguel ignores you, aggressively ripping off his jacket and throwing his car keys on the dresser. He starts working on his tie, undoing it as he glares into the mirror. You roll your eyes, walking over to the bed and sitting down. You’re just in view in the mirror, the displeased look on your face obvious.

“I was just doing my job. I don’t know why yo-”

You’re cut off when Miguel whips around and slaps his hand over your mouth. A dark glare covers his eyes. It would scare anyone, but you’ve grown used to it from years of working by his side. You glare back, silently challenging him. Miguel scoffs down at you, not approving of your defiant nature.

“Your job is to catch criminals. Not to push their fucking buttons to the point you have a fucking gun pointed at your head.” He seethes, removing his hand from your mouth.

“A simple miscalculation,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “Happens from time to time.”

“I- a miscalculation?!” Miguel rages. “You could have fucking died!”

You throw your hands up, an exasperated look on your face. “That’s part of the job, Miguel!”

You stand up, stepping towards him. Your head is tilted up while his is tilted down, the high difference forcing the two of you to oppose.

“We have been waiting for this for ages,” you stress. Your finger jabs into Miguel’s chest, “You’ve been waiting on this lead for ages. We should be prepared to sacrifice anything to put this asshole behind bars.”

Miguel grits his teeth, swatting your finger away and forcefully pressing his own into your chest, “Yeah, but not your fucking life!”

“To hell with my life!” You shout, not understanding why he’s making such a big deal out of this. “I am perfectly at peace with sacrificing my life if-”

“DON’T YOU GET IT?!” Miguel yells, cutting you off. “I don’t want you to sacrifice your life for this!”

Your head pounds, mouth dropping open before shutting it and rubbing your hands down your face as you groan in frustration.

“NO!” You yell back, your hands leaving your face. “I don’t get it! Why the fuck would you not want me to sacrifice my life-”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!”

Miguel’s chest moves rapidly, brushing against yours with each breath. His face is red and his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. Silence consumes the both of you, your mind trying to process what he just said. Miguel waits a moment, his breath calming down before he takes a deep breath. His hands come to rub at his face as he turns away from you.

“Because I love you,” he repeats, calmer this time.

“Miguel-” You start, but he holds a hand up to you, shaking his head.

“No, forget it. I-” He gulps as he grabs his jacket again. “I just need to take a walk. Get some fresh air.”

He makes a move to walk away, going towards the door, but he’s stopped when you grab his arm. He turns around quickly, freezing when your hands cup his face, forcing it down as your lips crash with his. He moans, brows furrowing as he drops his jacket. His hands go to your hips, squeezing as he kisses you back desperately. His teeth scrape at your bottom lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasp. You moan when his tongue battles with yours. Your hands move to the back of his head and to his chest, tangling with the hair at the nape of his neck. Miguel’s hands copy, both of his hands moving to cradle your head and keep you close. He begins to walk you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the hotel bed and you fall on your back.

You and Miguel pull away, taking deep breaths as you search each other's eyes. Miguel leans down slightly, silently asking to reconnect your lips. You close your eyes as you lean forward, Miguel descending the rest of the way until your lips are locked again. Your hands come in between the two of you to quickly unbutton his shirt, and Miguel does the same with yours. You both pull away momentarily to take them off, your bra being thrown to the floor with the rest of your clothes. The room is filled with heavy breathing, both of you frantic as you reconnect. Miguel growls against your lips, his teeth sharp as he pulls at your bottom lip. You can’t help but smile, a moan falling from you when he attacks your neck next.

He sucks at the skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along the delicate skin like he’s trying to eat you alive. You pull your upper body up slightly, Miguel following as his hands are spread out over your upper back and waist. Your eyes fall to his pants, your hands shaky as you reach out for his buckle. It clinks as you undo it, the clasp getting caught in a few holes as you unloop it. Miguel’s head pulls away from your neck, resting it against your forehead as he reaches his own hands down.

His finger skims over the handcuffs resting at your side, pulling the cold metal away and to the side. His hands continue down to your pants, unbuttoning them and hooking his fingers under the band as he pulls them down. You huff, and he smiles at how much easier it was for him to get you completely naked as you throw his belt behind him. You roll your eyes, your own small smile on your lips as you lift up your hips. Miguel slips your pants and underwear down, his knuckles sliding against your smooth skin. Once your pants are on the floor, he sits up, helping you take off his pants until they join yours.

His body slides between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist. His hands slide back to their positions on your waist and back, keeping you pressed to him as he moves the two of you higher up on the bed. His lips connect with yours again, and you sigh out as he gently lowers you to the bed. His hands slide up your arms, his hands warm and soft until his hands interlock with yours. He drags them up, one of his hands shifting to hold your wrists together. He hear the sound of metal clinking before a sharp hold encompasses one of your wrists. You open your eyes, tilting your head back as Miguel goes to your neck. You watch as he wraps the second handcuff around your free hand, bounding your hands in place against the headboard. He slid the handcuffs around one of the wooden pegs, trapping you. You try to press against it, but they only slide against the pole. You look back towards Miguel, your eyebrow raised at his cocky smile

“Kinky,” you tease, pulling on the cuffs again.

Miguel chuckles, sitting up as his hands slide against your body. They slide down your neck, his thumb rubbing against your pulse point before slipping further down. His hands travel to your chest, softly kneading and palming at your breasts, his fingers flicking at your nipples. You moan, your back arching into his touch. He leans down, quickly kissing each pebbled bud before continuing his journey down. He kisses between the valley of your breasts, tongue licking at your smooth skin as he moves down your stomach. His mouth stops at your navel, his hands rubbing your thighs as he pulls away. When he looks at you, your chin is pressed to your chest as you watch him, labored breathing making it move up and down exaggeratedly. He presses a kiss into both of your inner thighs, his hot breath just teasing your cunt.

His thumbs rub the area he just kissed, one moving lower until he holds your heat in his hands. You gasp, mouth dropping open as his thick fingers explore your folds. He spreads them apart, circling your entrance and rubbing on either side of your labia. It makes your hips buck, and you whine. He coos gently at you, dragging your slick to your clit. He rubs soothing circles against your neglected bud, basking in the way you melt into the bed. Your breaths are shaky as he plays with you, humming as more of your arousal drips from you. Your pussy weeping for him.

His fingers plug you up, two thick fingers stretching your hole. You cry out, trying to push yourself further into him. His fingers curl, thumb taking over the slow circles to your clit. Your hips move, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he plays with you. His fingers pump slowly into you as he crawls up your body. Your eyes track his movement, tilting your head towards him. He hums as he captures you into a kiss again. You both moan into it, pleasure spiking your body.

Right as it's on its precipice, he takes it away, his hand leaving your cunt. You whine into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss. You open your mouth in protest, but his hand hikes up your leg, your juices streaking your outer thigh as he moves it to wrap around his hip. You gasp as his tip nudges at your entrance, sinking into your warmth slowly. He groans as he bottoms out, your walls wrapping tightly around him. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin ass he moans and grunts. Each pump of his cock into your cunt is precise and measured, making your eyes roll back and pull against the cuffs. Miguel presses reassuring kisses to the junction of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he spills inside of you. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, your body shaking as your own orgasm hits.

Both of your breath heavily, your eyes shutting in exhaustion from the sex and long day of working. You focus on your breathing, not caring for the shuffling in the room until you hear Miguel's belt. You open your eyes, watching as Miguel begins redressing. You raise your brow at him as he picks up his shirt and starts buttoning it.

“Hey, hot shot,” you call out teasingly, “Forgetting something?”

You rattle the cuffs as a hint, but Miguel doesn’t look at you. Your smile slowly diminishes as he pics up his jacket, dusting it off before shrugging it on.

“Miguel?” You call out, rattling the handcuffs in a poor attempt to loosen them. “Miguel, this isn’t funny. Uncuff me.”

Miguel finally looks at you, a sorry look on his face. “I’m sorry, this is for the best.”

Your brows furrow, the cuffs biting into your wrists as you tug on them in despair, “What? Stop fucking around asshole and uncuff me!”

Miguel checks his pockets from his things, grabbing his keys off of the drawer. He picks up your pants, throwing them on your body in a sorry attempt to cover you up. He throws one last sorry look at you before heading to the hotel door, slipping the do not disturb sign on the handle.

As the door shuts, you continue to pull on the cuffs.

“Miguel! Come back here you son of a bitch!”

Tried to make it like a dramatic scene in a bajillion season long series LMAO.

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loving-jack-kelly · 1 year ago

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uhhhh….I think number 1 is the lie and your hair was actually a color other than blue.

i was locked in a crawlspace as a child by a man who later committed double murder

at age 15, i got lost in the andes mountains completely by myself in the woods (aside from a dog named black)

despite the fact that my family has had an apiary in the backyard my entire life, i'm deathly afraid of bees

my favorite song right now is absolutely Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier from unreal unearth

i'll tag @em-underscore @clusterluck and @little-byrdie-told-me

NEW TAG GAME!

if you're tagged, reblog with two truths and a lie, guess what prev's lie is and reblog with your current favourite song!

i'll go first:

I play netball

I failed math once

I have cheated on a test

yes its the fyolai song i know

@mike-queerler @elsbianism @cultofsheep @yakkos-warners @your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag @red-in-revenge @aroacesigma @the-beard-of-edward-teach @runninguplenorahills @silversoulstardust @lookingforgalaxies <3

#hehe this was a fun one bc i have lived a crazy life! i love two truth one lie i almost always win lmao #thanks for the tag jac! mwah <3

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 10 months ago

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Daily OFMD Renewal Tasks - Updated 01/31/2024

Hey all! These were starting to get a bit big for the Recap, so I'll link here instead. I'll keep this updated every day so feel free to reference back here and I'll link to this inside the Recaps.

==Things to remember==

Keep it positive! We are wooing them!

Only address one platform at a time!

Make it personal! Tell them why you want to be on that platform (inclusivity, diversity, other shows that are similar, etc)

“It’s okay to reuse some content with new tags but try to space the posts out a couple hours so they dont stack up on top of each other in hashtag very obviously.” -Jac

==Today's Hashtags==

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

#FinishOurStories

==Platforms to Reach Out to==

Netflix

AmazonPrime

AppleTV

If you reach out on the social medias, you can cater to individual mission statements per platform.

Cheat Sheet Below provided by @aproperpirate on Twitter

If you wanna talk about the shows creativity, feel free to reference Ra Vincent's site, he was the Production Designer for OFMD. Great inspiration and pictures to use to show off to the networks.

It's also helpful for Amazon to show them the international reach

== Vote on the Queerties! ==

You can vote once a day!

Best TV Comedy

Best TV Performance

== US Social Media For Each Platform ==

Instagram:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @primevideo

Apple TV @appletv

Threads:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @primevideo

Twitter:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @PrimeVideo

Apple TV @AppleTV

Facebook:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @PrimeVideo

Apple TV @AppleTV

==Daily Helpful Tasks:==

1. Push That Petition

2. Fill out Feedback forms:

Make sure to request Our Flag Means Death on all the platforms, and indicate why you like the show (if that's an option) and keep it positive. Source: @Lcmwriter100 on Twitter

Netflix

AppleTV - looking for an example letter? Check out @saltpepperbeard’s post

AmazonPrime

For Amazon Prime - Courtesy of @yougotofast over on twitter.

Existing Prime subscribers, you can access a Suggestions/Feedback form on the Prime Video app in the Settings > Help & Feedback section. The form is automatically tied to your Prime account, not sure if that makes any difference compared to anonymous feedback.

3. Platform/Article Engagement

HBOMax

If you still have HBO Max, please still go ahead and stream Our Flag Means Death, it keeps up engagement and numbers.

Search Our Flag Means Death on Netflix

If you have Netflix, after your search, stream the first title that comes up for a few minutes.

Article Engagement - Source: @candiedsilkmoth on twitter

@itsmfgames Has been kind enough to be keeping up a running list of Articles about the campaigns -- so if you have the time and want to go catch up on some articles, please checkout the guide below and visit this google doc for the list!

4. Make Calls

Contact Netflix and say why you love OFMD

You can call them at (844) 505-2993 as well and let them know about a hoard of pirates looking for a new home. You're welcome to try their toll free number as well (888) 638-3549

5. Daily Link Clicks to keep up engagement

Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia Page

Google Search for Our Flag Means Death

Google UK Search for Our Flag Means Death

Our Flag Means Death IMDB

Current @renewasacrew Daily Links:

Tumblr

Twitter

Instagram

For Industry specific help see @TheCozyPirate on Twitter as well. I will try to include any pertinent information in the Daily Recap or here, but if you have twitter they're a great resource

== RADIO! ==

Some awesome new suggestions from @AdoptACrew Check out the thread here. Link to the NPR suggestion site: Here

=== Staying a Polite Menace to Max ===

For those of you who are still up for it-- We are still contacting Max and Commenting on their posts. Thank you @asgardian--angels for the reminder! I'll update this section with more details tomorrow once we have some more.

Current focus with Max is less requesting Renewal and more to Expressing Disappointment about them cancelling marginalised Stories (OFMD, Rap Sh!t, etc), specifically to give them bad PR.

We're still letting Casey Bloys and David Zaslav know no peace.

As usual please be polite, we're not letting max off the hook, but Monday there will be a news article coming out regarding this (Source: Jac (@TheCozyPirate) on Twitter))

==Media Resources (Pics, Gifs, Vids)==

Gifs, Pics, and Videos to use: show clips to use Src: @havethisonelife

Our lovely @kiwistede made some great custom gifs you can use to tweet and message the platforms with. Check out their tumblr here

== Stats ==

Some Cool Stats you can use:

==Infographics==

Some folks like infographics instead of text so here's some stuff for you! Courtesy of @edandstede on Twitter

I have a limited amount of pictures I can put on one post so here is a google drive with more: Google Drive

==Other ideas for engagement:==

Courtesy of @sandwrite2 on Twitter

#ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save ofmd #save our flag means death #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps

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herecirmsims · 21 days ago

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Questions For Storytellers

I have (I think) finally caught up on my list of poses to make, so I wanted to do something a little fun (for me, not for anyone else LMAO) and entirely self-indulgent. I read stories and tell my own over on Instagram, but of course it's harder to post long-form text like this over there.

Special thanks to @freezerbnuuy as I'm copying their post. ❤️

What’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

This is from the middle of my last post, but it's the last screenshot I took because I went back and added this scene in after finally caving and making my own stupid poses for it hahah.

2. Describe your story in three words or less: Needlessly long tbh

3. Describe (insert character here) in three words or less: Uhhh I'll pick Saxen since he's my MC... wet cat energy (which I think is something @nefaricussims said actually??). Or "90s cocaine chic" as @southernsimmin so beautifully described him. 🤣

4. How did you choose the name of your story? It's called The Cottage because it's... based in and around a cottage. 🥲 I have a very imaginative mind!! 🤣 But also, the cottage plays an important role throughout the whole story and especially in the upcoming finale.

5. How do you choose your characters’ names? My Sim story is based on a novel I never had the confidence to finish - in that version, Sax is an ælf based on Anglo-Saxon belief. I made him a vampire in Sims because that was the only pack I owned at the time, besides base game, and for gameplay purposes I thought vamp put him close to how I imagined him. I now realise I could have easily used CC and my own damn imagination to make him an ælf but I didn't know much about CC at the time, either. 🤣 Because of this, the original story leant into fae lore and the stuff about never revealing your true name. Saxen isn't his real name anyway, but for an added layer it also isn't spelt how you might imagine if you heard it spoken. The same for Thom and Jac who are also characters who came over from the 'original'.

6. How long have you been working on your story for? A little over three years! I have learned soooo much in that time.

7. Whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? Did it pay off? I dunno that I've taken any risks, other than putting it out there in the first place.

8. What about your story are you proud of? I think the fact it exists at all. I've been writing stories since I was a kid, but at some point I lost confidence in myself and have never finished anything/wanted to share it with people because I end up overthinking and deleting it. So I am proud of myself for having maintained a continuous story for three years, and for having other people read it. I think because there was no pressure with a Sims story - with a novel I kept thinking, this has to be perfect and polished so that I can publish it someday. With a Sims story, I'm free to just write the silly tropes I enjoy and allow myself to suck and learn and get better at it.

9. What about your story are you looking to improve on? I read a fantastic article about ma - including pauses in your visual storytelling, space for the characters to sit and breath and reflect. It's ma that makes Ghibli movies so wonderfully distinctive. Being able to make my own poses means that I can show a character's expression or body language in response to a situation, without the need for overlaying text. I'm trying really hard to move away from the "talking heads" style that reads more like a script, and letting the visuals tell the story for me instead. I'm not very good at it because I enjoy my blah blah, but it's fun to try!!

10. Is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? Is there a definitive end? I'm approaching the end of it now, which has been planned for the last three years, so yes - I know pretty much everything that's going to happen. Sometimes the characters still throw a little surprise for me though.

11. Why have you decided to tell this story? Are there any messages or meanings within it? When I got the Sims almost 4 years ago, I had absolutely no idea that there was a) a whole community around it or b) that people used it for storytelling. I'd already made Sax, Thom, and Jac in the game, because I'd wanted to see them come to life during gameplay. Then I discovered poses and started sharing random staged screenshots on Instagram, and became friends with the exceptionally talented TheSimmerKay (now making machinimas!) who showed interest in my silly little characters and suggested that I try telling a story too. I owe her a lot!! As for messages and meaning... I'm very interested in what makes people do the things they do, and how the hero of a story often depends on whose POV we're hearing the story from. There's a fine line between hero and villain sometimes, and a hero acting out of love can cross from protectiveness into control.

12. Do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium? Yep - I have a designated story save, which is the one I take all my screenshots in and which never has gameplay. Then I have a Happy Ever After save for Sax and Fen and another save for for my Globetrotter Challenge Sim, both of which are gameplay only. I think it's important to have that outlet; I can work on my story, make poses, or just play the game, depending on what I fancy.

13. From basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you? 2-3 evenings. I tend to get everything laid out and text added, then let it sit for a day because I inevitably think of a way to do something better if I give it chance to breath. 🤣

14. Do you have any regrets about your story so far? If you could go back in time, how would you fix these? Not regrets, really, but there are some threads that I put in - fully intending to complete them later in the story - but never did, due to them just not fitting with the story or wanting to try and bring things to an end sooner. But similarly, there are times when I was going to put in a little hint or foreshadowing in and didn't, and then later in my story have wished I had! The tricky part of serialised storytelling is you have to just live with what you have (or don't have), you can't go back and remove or add scenes like you would with a drafted novel.

15. What have been the highlights of creating your story? I've met so many incredible people due to it, oh my goodness. Truly extraordinary Simmers who've shared their time and knowledge with me. We have a little mutual reading group on Insta where we all read and geek out over each other's stories and it's just wonderful. I was honestly shocked when i went to other platforms and realised how much drama there can be in the Sims community. 🤣

16. What about the process do you enjoy? Not that I don't enjoy the process... but I mostly love it when it's finished and I can share it, hahaha.

17. What about the process do you hate? I don't hate any of it... it's a hobby and I do it because I enjoy it. That being said, it does fuck me off when I have multiple Sims in a scene, everyone is in place and has poses queued, and then MCCC Dresser FREEZES MY GAME NOOOOOOOO WHY

18. Choose a song that reminds you of your story:

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This is the unofficial theme... specifically this version in Old English, which is Saxen's first language. "It's our destiny then to find love again / Where we failed once before now we'll win"

19. Choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here):

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Another one for Sax I guess because he's special. 😌🤣 "But you, a cinder of the fire that's yet to come / Will you just sit and mourn this fragile thing that you've become / Or instead will you consume the very things you can't outrun / Until you finally see all of the strength that you draw from?"

20. Choose your favourite shot from your story so far: Hmmm I think this one, which was me being lazy and reusing a screenshot from an older scene during a flashback-style narration. 🤣 I was trying to achieve something else with the editing but did this by accident and liked it.

21. Choose your least favourite shot so far: Too many to pick from LMAO

22. Choose a favourite character from your story so far: Sax, obviously, he's my lil chew toy/punching bag. But then there's also Idris, for whom I only wish the best. She's going through some trouble right now and I don't enjoy it. It's much more fun to bully Sax.

23. Choose your least favourite character so far: I don't have one! Although Vlad makes me deeply uncomfortable tbh. I find him to be a really creepy villain, and unlike any of my other villains, he's not in any way misrepresented or redeemable. I'm using a makeover version of him by WistfulCastle (I would link, but I don't think he's available anymore?)!

24. Are there any characters who remind you of yourself? No... well. Whenever baby El randomly info-dumps on a niche subject, that's mostly me taking advantage of a captive audience to tell them about karkadanns or medieval torture items or dead bodies on Everest. 🥲

25. What inspirations have you drawn on for your story? I honestly don't know - I can't name anything that I've consciously drawn on, though I know for sure I must have. Funnily enough people have told me things like "oh that's like in Vampire Diaries" or "that's like that part in the Harry Potter films" and I haven't watched either of those, so I think what's happening is we're all drawing from the same well of folklore and mythology and trope. There is occasional story drama about being copied and the thing is... unpopular opinion alert... many of us aren't as unique as we think we are. 😅 What we are unique at is taking a trope and telling it in our own distinctive way. No one else can tell your story quite like you can.

26. Have other sim stories inspired you? I have soooo many talented friends who inspire me to do better when it comes to visuals and storytelling!! @callmedomino is the queen of silent storytelling and a huge inspiration on my journey to discover ma. I really love how well she can tell a story with no words.

27. What genres would you describe your story as? I call it rural fantasy lmao

28. If you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why? I mean obviously I'd say movie because HOW COOL would that be?! Especially an animated one!

29. What would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.) Ummm probably M because there is the occasional spicy scene. Sometimes three a year LMAO.

30. If you were leaving simblr Simsta and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask? Well tbh I've given Sax and Fen to several good friends already; some of them have them in ongoing cameos in their own stories. I wouldn't ask anyone to continue mine, but I like to think that Sax and Fen could live on in my friend's stories and games if anything were to ever happen to me.

31. Drop some random trivia about your story: When I started I only meant to do short, random vignettes about daily life at the cottage. Somehow it snowballed into a three year epic. 🤣

32. Give a light spoiler: "This is who I am. If I was any other way, I would not be myself."

#my dumb story #my sims

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Shimmy - Part 4 (Conclusion) SMUT

This is part 4 to the dance series between the acrobatic reader, Mihawk and Buggy. I tweaked it after my earlier apprehension and nearly doubled the word count to do so.

(Thank you @sordidmusings for being an absolute sunshine of an individual, always: especially with coaxing the plot out of me)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Masterlist.

Word count: 4,097

Warnings: smut, throuple dynamics, threesome, porn with plot, balancing act of two very different individuals.

You relinquished your grasp on the two hands of the men by your side, choosing to instead lace your arms within the crook of Mihawk’s elbow, resting your head on his shoulder while circling your arm around the waist of your captain and pull him flush against your side.

You all walked perfectly in tow towards your crew quarters; your brows furrowing at the thought that; you had no prior dalliances with either men within your bedroom. You would always travel to one or the other’s base to share a night with them, but never in your own space. They both respected your boundary in that sense, which you appreciated whole-heartedly.

Having a sense of minor apprehension and a giddy anxiety fall over you; you shook the thoughts of breaking away from your commitment to the joining with both of them just by exhaling deeply through your lips after feeling truly comforted by their willingness to be all together.

Mihawk trailed his eyes down to your body, gaze focussing on the top of your head as he began to feel as anxious as you did earlier. He had been in prior entanglements with more than one individual prior; but none he truly felt anything other than lust for. This was you, the prized acrobat in Buggy’s troop of miscellaneous outcasts. You, his lover: with your spouse cradled against you beneath your other arm.

The three of you had red smeared lips, glitter clinging to your faces and hair as from your prior affectionate embrace after your intervention with your acrobatic partner, Jac. He was surprised at the clown’s willingness to share you with him privately; but now to share you publicly between the two of you: completely untested waters.

Buggy closed his eyes as he inhaled your perfumed neck, finding comfort in your warm touch while feeling waves of anticipation shrouding his lust for you. He wanted you, and he knew the broody warlord also harboured a piece of your heart. This was never primarily lust for him, this was you. His acrobat, his spotlight and his spouse whom he truly loved. You, who had enough room within your heart for two gentlemen privately; now willing to expose your lust for them both in the same room together.

This little dance had all but drawn to a close, the curtain falling after a successful and well executed performance. Could you truly handle an encore of greater refrain; a juggling act of push and pull to navigate two bodies in a dalliance together?

Buggy reached for the door handle to your bedroom, meeting the tips of his fingers against Mihawk’s who had also descended to the brass knob. An air of awkwardness falling between you, you sighed and broke away from the embrace and stepped forward to open your door with a small giggle.

“I think we might all need a drink,” you suggested to the gentlemen as you ushered them both into your room after you; tugging first Buggy within your chambers before lacing your fingertips with Mihawk’s and remaining joined to the dark-haired warlord.

“I think,” Mihawk drew his face into your own and held his lips a small distance away from your lips, “we should wait until afterwards.”

You smiled as you pressed your lips once more against Mihawk’s, closing your eyes and truly leaning into his body affectionately. It was always playing in the peripherals of your mind that your captain was standing by and watching you engage in open mouthed affection with your warlord.

As you attempted to reach for your spouse, you found Mihawk’s arm already approaching him to bring him closer into you. Mihawk reached his hands down to clasp Buggy’s wrist and pull it to surround your waist; his other joining it to circle you and hold you flush against him from behind.

Mihawk broke his lips away from yours, leaning up to kiss beneath your left ear.

“What now?” you asked him breathily, noting he took more of the leadership role in this liaison. Mihawk smiled against your neck, breaking himself away from you to look to his two bedroom partners.

“Now,” he began, reaching for your hand and leading you both towards your bed, “you are both going to shred yourself from your attire-,” he arched his chin to Buggy in indication that he, too, will be joining in receiving instruction from him, “-and then-,” he tilted your chin upwards to meet his lusting gaze, “-I’m going to claim your beautiful lips with my cock.”

You felt a wave of arousal began to weave through your chest, peaking your nipples and falling down to your lower stomach. A small moment of doubt began to form, your lips almost wrapping themselves around the words you were thinking before Buggy spoke.

“And I’m going to be there for every-,” he kissed your neck, “-single-,” he licked a small stripe with his tongue at the back of your neck beneath your hair, “-second of it.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you turned your face to meet your lips with Buggy’s as Mihawk relinquished his hold on your chin and begin to rid himself of his boots, leather pants, greatcoat and undergarments; choosing to keep his hat firmly pressed atop his hat.

“Are you certain, my love?” you asked Buggy one final time, while shimmying yourself from your clothes, the items pooling by your feet to make yourself bare in front of your lovers. Buggy’s smile softened, him also removing his vest, pants, boots and hat; choosing to leave his bandana and cravat firmly attached to his neck and hair.

“Of course I am, pumpkin. You are my favourite, my star, and you have my whole heart,” he confirmed with you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before quickly pulling away with his eyes holding a seriousness within the playful teal colour; “now be a good girl and let the spooky bastard fuck your face.”

Your eyes widened at his comment, the tingle returning to your naked body as Buggy reached you towards him; his knees knocking with the back of the mattress, causing him to fall back and pull you alongside him. You felt the warm heat radiating from his flesh against your own, the tufts of navy and bright blue hair of his chest feeling coarse against your breasts.

Placing your knees beside his thigh, you turned to face Dracule Mihawk; his cock twitching in anticipation as you knelt in front of him and smiled up at him. He pumped his shaft within his firm grip and ushered for you to come closer to him.

“You,” he directed Buggy, who seemed shocked by his command but frowned as he actively listened, “get behind her and embrace her. She’s your lover, not some random whore.”

Buggy felt heat pooling within his chest as his heart began to rapidly pound against it at Mihawk’s command. He scuttled to his knees and messily crawled to sit himself behind you as he laced his fingers over your hips and hold his forearms, pressing his forehead against your right shoulder blade. He removed his painted head and pressed a kiss against your neck as you began paying undivided attention to the warlord above you with your lips.

You swirled your tongue over the throbbing tip of Mihawk’s cock as he hissed out a quivered sigh of relief as you began to take him further and further into the chasms of your throat; swallowing his shaft as he began to rock his hips into you.

The feathered broad-hat shrouded his eyes as he threw his head back in pleasure, messily thrusting his hips against your parted lips; your tongue lying flat to shield his sensitive knob from your bottom teeth as he filled your throat with his lengthy shaft.

He hands raked through your hair, fisting it in balls at the back of your head as he plunged his cock deep within your throat. Your tonsils ached and your lungs screamed out for a semblance of air as his pace quickened to chase his end. Your eyes pricked at the corners with tears, your lips smiling around his cock briefly as he continued to fuck your face. You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of your face being completely used in such a relentless way; drowning under his unforgiving pace.

Your knees strained against the dipping mattress beneath them, arching your back up into the torso situated firmly behind you, a gloved right hand finding its way to clasp your throat within his firm grasp. His left arm hooked over your chest to hold you closer against himself as Buggy moved his body to the rhythm Mihawk had chosen to maintain. You felt the tip of Buggy’s knob twitch as it lie painfully neglected, resting between the cheeks of your ass.

Mihawk’s rhythm and grip had become firmer, thrusting harshly into the back of your throat; his trail of dark curls scraping against your nose as he panted through his lips. You opened your eyes to look up at him, watching as his face contorted in pleasure as he warned you of his release.

“I-I’m going to-,” he began, looking down at you as you took him completely within your throat; hollowing it out expertly. He began to retreat from you to empty his balls away from your face and into his palm; only for you to chase his retreat and suck harshly against him, the trails of saliva collected within your cheeks bewitching him as he felt possessed by your eagerness.

You steadied yourself against his hips as he groaned a low panted moan, filling your cheeks and throat with a mixture of saliva with his waves of salty and bitter cum pouring into them. Buggy’s grip lessened itself against your neck, feeling the bob of your throat as you swallowed all of the contents readily falling from the slit of Mihawk’s cock and into your lips. The clown-captain’s jaw protruded forward in empathetic pleasure, truly grasping how amazing it felt to empty his own balls into your mouth from your earlier and solitary entanglements. His eyes glazed over as he watched you pull away from the cock of the mighty warlord of the sea, a string of saliva maintaining the connection from your parted lips and tongue to his knob.

Without truly thinking his actions threw and completely overtaken by lust, Buggy turned your face towards him over your righthand shoulder with his hand grasping your neck; pulling you into his face as he claimed your bruised lips against his own. He moaned into your mouth as his cock again twitched again on your back at the sensation of exploring your mouth with his lips and tongue; tasting the remnants of Mihawk’s release within it.

Gasping at the unbridled attention, you released Mihawk’s hip from your left hand and brought it to Buggy’s right cheek; your right hand remaining against the dark-haired swordsman’s left hip to hold him firmly in place. You trailed your fingers and thumb over his jaw, feeling the grease-paint atop his navy stubble, pushing him to lie firmly back against the cool floor below you while turning to face him.

You collected the right hand of the warlord who was gasping for breath to steady his heart rate after relinquishing his cum into your mouth; while attempting to rid himself of the lusting feeling he felt regarding Buggy’s eagerness to taste his release within his lover’s mouth.

Crawling onto his reclined body, it was Buggy’s turn to feel slightly uneasy at your overzealous attention under the ever watchful amber eyes of your broody lover above you. He hesitated as you steadied your slick cunt over the tip of his cock, grasping at the base of it with your left hand while holding Mihawk’s right.

“W-wait-,” Buggy’s voice called out in apprehension, his eyes floating between Mihawk’s before falling back to rest on your own two orbs. You halted sheathing yourself on Buggy’s cock from your position on his lap, looking into his franticly wide teal eyes as your legs began to tremble from the weight of your body; after your position kneeling for an extended length of time earlier.

“Are you okay, my love?” you asked him, apprehension falling to your own face at his panic.

“I am-,” he affirmed hastily before turning his eyes towards Mihawk’s and speaking directly to him, “-I am if you are,” his eyes darkened, ensuring the warlord’s comfort in sharing your body so openly with him.

In response, Mihawk gracefully drew his body to rest between Buggy’s knees behind you. He knelt while clasping your thighs within his firm grip, a sigh of relief falling from your lips as he now held the brunt of your weight. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder, maintaining eye contact with the genius jester before sinking your aching cunt downwards onto Buggy’s painfully hard cock in a single thrust. The three of you released a moan of complete harmony as you met the navy-haired pelvis of your spouse, succumbing to the thralls of pleasure you were all experiencing.

Although Mihawk had only just depleted his arousal through his ribbons of cum shooting back into your mouth, he couldn’t help but become aroused through empathetically experiencing the way your cunt squeezed and trembled around Buggy’s incredibly hard shaft.

The swordsman was wielding you. He was wielding you against falling your slick opening to claim your spouse’s cock between your legs and thrusting you by your hips and thighs to set the pace of the encounter falling between the two of you.

You were his sword, his weapon against his formidable adversary. Instead of hunting to claim the life of his enemy; he wielded your body as he chased instead the mutual pleasure of his two partners as they met their pelvises together in the same bruising pace he set earlier as he rutted his cock against your lips.

Buggy cried out as he continued to hold his teal gaze against the half-lidded honey-coloured eyes of the warlord as he gyrated himself upwards to match the relentless pace Mihawk had set between the two of you.

Mihawk nudged your jaw with his chin, pulling his gaze from Buggy’s eyes to meet with you; his lover. Your lips were swollen from choking on his cock, your neck bruised slightly under Buggy’s firm grip as your body was littered with blue and silver glitter from the clown-captain’s face and body paint. His yellow eyes raked over your body as you whimpered against the approaching pleasure pooling within your lower abdomen.

Buggy’s eyes held firmly to the attention Mihawk was giving you; himself falling under the dominating aura of the talented swordsmen as he watched him pull you into a passionate kiss. Buggy’s eyes first widened in shock at how truly loving the kiss felt between the two of you, before a small whimper fell from his lips at the arrival of his apprehension once more.

Feeling the tension from the man below you, you immediately broke away from the affectionate lips of Mihawk and drew you right hand to collect your captain from below you and rise his torso upwards by the scruff of his neck to meet with your own. You brought your face down to claim the red-stained lips of your captain while drawing him up into yourself, Mihawk’s lips drawing themselves instead to your shoulder and neck as he trailed a series of open mouthed kisses against your skin.

Mihawk placed his torso firmly against you, fully pulling you to hold your body flush against himself as he removed his left hand from your thigh and rake itself to meet with your swollen clit. You shrieked into Buggy’s mouth as Mihawk now wielded every aspect of pleasure falling to your body. He expertly pressed his skilled digits against your bud; swirling the organ between his fingers under the pool of slick arousal falling from your walls onto Buggy’s pelvis.

Buggy, never being one to shy away from the spotlight, claimed the back of your head within his gloved fingertips as he anchored your neck backwards to arch it into the warlord behind you. He trailed his reckless and frantic kisses against your skin; his brows furrowing upwards as his release approached you.

“I-I need,” you gasped out, your own orgasm approaching but holding back to match with Buggy’s.

“What do you need, princess?” Mihawk asked you, his eyes glazing over as he continued to thrust you downwards to meet with Buggy’s pace.

“Please-,” you called with both desperation and commanding presence, “-someone kiss me.”

Immediately the two men fell their faces upwards towards you; Buggy first claiming your lips with his own before nudging your cheek with his red nose to fall your lips atop of Mihawk’s as he furrowed his brows in pleasure. Buggy again extended his bottom jaw as his eyes fell open widely at the exchange.

The warlord broke away from your lips and shoved your face back towards your captain with his forehead, his eyes gawking at the connection you had between you. You creased your brows as you held the back of the head of your captain and tilted your head to claim him further into yourself.

Mihawk immediately pressed his lips against the corner of your mouth, you maintaining the contact with the clown beneath you as your release was reaching its peak. Buggy retreated partially from your lips, choosing to fall his own to your righthand side as he ushered for Mihawk to draw his lips against your own to both experience you release crying against their lips.

Immediately, your orgasm ruptured in unison with the clown below you; his ribbons of cum splashing against the walls of your cervix and encumbering you with his release painting you. The intensity of the rupture was nothing you had experienced before: vision falling in white as your toes curled and lips screamed against your two lovers.

Being completely caged both above and beneath your two partners was overwhelming you in the best way. Your senses were eclipsed by their hold, your senses stunned by your bodies all becoming one with each other. Mihawk aided you both to ride through your high as he thrust you down against the pelvis of the clown to steady your body against him.

Buggy’s arms wrapped around your waist, while Mihawk circled his arms to cage you both in tighter; his grip falling against the back of Buggy’s shoulders and drawing the two of you closer together while your arms fell behind your captain.

You all breathed out a sigh of relief at the feeling; Mihawk the first to recover from the encounter considering his earlier release, withdrew himself away from your bodies as you remained embraced together.

Mihawk retrieved an assortment of items within his grip; towels, a bucket of warm water and a bottle of what appeared to be some form of champagne with three flutes. Buggy’s arms withdrew from your waist, your arms falling from its grip around his shoulders as you both brought your attention to the warlord approaching you.

Buggy apprehensively withdrew his deflated cock from your opening, his cum pooling atop his pelvis from your vagina; prompting Mihawk to click his tongue to chastise you both.

“And here I thought we were going to remain civilised about this,” he reprimanded in a snarky tone, “yet you’ve gone ahead and made a further mess of things.”

A warm blush rose against your cheeks as you watched Buggy’s cheeks redden in fury at the comment from your lover. Immediately, you drew your lips against your captain’s to stifle any words of aggression; immediately soothing him as you uttered: “I don’t mind a little mess, captain.”

Buggy immediately softened his eyes as they met with yours, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly before trailing his fingertips down towards your chin.

“Lie back, dear,” Mihawk commanded you, prompting you to hook your legs over Buggy’s waist and place yourself back against the plush mattress of the room. You sighed in relief as Mihawk began cleansing your body with the water and towel, relishing in the attention he paid to your aching flesh from the earlier attack.

You fluttered your eyes shut as you felt more hands, limbs and lips trail their way over your body; whispering praising utterances to you for your attuned balance to navigate untested waters successfully.

You heard the cork relinquish from the glass neck of the bottle, your eyes snapping open to reveal the strong forearms of your sword-master brandishing the bottle to skilfully rid its seal from the cork before crouching atop the mattress and joining you both in your recline against the pillows. You reached your arms forward to claim the crystal flutes from his fingertips and holding them out as he filled the liquid to the brim of each glass.

Buggy sat upwards with the bed dipping a little at his rise before falling back against the pillows once more. Mihawk held his glass upwards in indication for you to press your own against it in celebration; Buggy joining you in the notion before you all rose the tart and finely beaded liquid to your lips.

“So,” you began, looking between the two men with a small apprehensive smile; prompting them to both look to your position between them in the middle, “what now?”

“Now,” Buggy spoke this time, reclining with one arm lying behind his neck to support his comfort, “all we’re gonna do is drink-,” he brought the flute up to his lips and downed the liquid in a quick gulp, much to the disdain of Mihawk, “-and then I’d like to take a nap. That really took it out of me.”

Mihawk’s eyes widened partially due to the knowledge that he and you did the majority of the work for this particular encounter, and also at the fact that he felt comfortable enough to fall himself under the vulnerability of succumbing to unconsciousness in front of him. You turned to Mihawk and silenced his rage with a quick peck of his lips and a knowing look from your eyes, immediately soothing him with your playful grin.

“And where do you propose to take said nap, captain?” you asked him with a coy tone, cooing your question down at him.

“Why, right here of course,” he confirmed, reflecting the same tone back up at you. You laughed at him, throwing your head back to meet with the shoulder of Mihawk, who caught your body within his firm grasp. You had half a mind to kick them both out of your chambers so you could properly clean yourself and rest, but you also really enjoyed the time you were currently spending with the two of them.

Following suit, you finished your wine and collected both your and Buggy’s flute stems and reached your body over Buggy’s to place them on your bedside table. Buggy, ever the opportunist, couldn’t help but press a long and drawn out kiss atop your breast as you retreated from him and settle back between the two men.

“Would you also desire to rest, my lord?” you looked up at the dark-haired warlord at the side of you, a warm smile rising to your lips as he drank the remainder of his sparkling wine.

“So long as I remain welcome, yes,” he raised his hand to rake over your hair, apologetically while floating his eyes around your face circularly.

“You’re always welcome,” you whispered, floating your eyes shut and leaning towards his affectionate caress, “both of you. For a dance or otherwise.”

Settling back beneath the sheets of your bed, you lie your head into Mihawk’s left arm as he circled your shoulder in a comforting embrace while Buggy rolled onto his side and laced his arm over your waist and pressed his nose and forehead against your own left arm. You rose your arm to cradle Buggy against yourself and pressed a loving kiss atop his bandana-clad head before leaning your face towards Mihawk and receiving a similar caress from the warlord against your forehead.

You felt complete, your two partners lying together within your bedsheets; holding them and being held after the first night you shared together as one complete unit. The three of you released a collective sigh of contentment, all feeling the afterglow of your encounter while feeling an uprising giddiness in anticipation on what more is to come. But that was a thought for tomorrow.

@feral-artistry picture source (she's amazing, check her out!) Mihawk & Buggy

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mswyrr · 2 months ago

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why i think agatha has never walked the Road before

Based on the song lyrics, if she had walked it before, she would have needed a coven to do it, and we have every reason to believe she hasn't had a coven since her first betrayed her.

Gather sisters fire Water, earth and air Darkest hour, wake thy power Earthly and divine Burn and brew with coven true And glory shall be thine

Even if she had previously bamboozled some poor bunch of witches into the Road, if they didn't become her "coven true" in that process, the attempt would have been a failure. Perhaps she has survived a previous, failed attempt, but she's never walked it successfully. To walk it successfully would mean to have community at the end, and that would require her to be changed in key ways.

Another lyric talks about "fate" and another about facing your "fears." If Agatha had faced her fears or fate successfully in the past, she wouldn't be the person she is imo. She's currently someone who is in constant flight from her past, her own feelings, other people. Only Wanda's magic trapped her, pinning her in place, forcing her into community with others. And that has just (for the moment) made Agatha double down on running and using. At least at the surface level.

Moving beyond the specific lyrics of the song, there's two broad categories of how to handle magic in stories. The first treats it like a possession--like a powerful weapon or tool in a character's hand--something that belongs to them and they can do with it what they wish and, pivotally, who they are is separate from it. The second treats magic as something that transforms you -- it's not a tool you wield, to wield it creates/requires a change in your very being. I think the way they're writing magic on the show is the second (to me, vastly superior) approach rather than the first.

The song itself and the use of a Road both point to this. The idea of a walking a path or road and being changed by it is widespread in global spiritual practices -- many religions articulate the religion itself as a road/path to walk -- the process of walking the path is supposed to bring you more and more into alignment with the power/enlightenment you seek, rather than the power becoming a thing YOU own.

Agatha herself is so deeply unenlightened at this moment in her life that she is TREATING the Road as if it is the category one kind of magic. Just a tool or a weapon she can grasp and possess without changing. She's treating the magical commitment she's made to this coven similarly, as if it has no weight to it. But I think she's dead wrong about all of that. That the magic in this story is of the second category, and through walking the Road--and committing to a coven-- she will experience change and find a "coven true." Not that she will become all nice; not that the coven will be all sweetness and light. But that it will simply be real and true.

As Jac herself has said about community:

"I hope what people take from the show, is that yes there is a tremendous amount of benefit from the circle, from the tribe, that you can have communal power, and your can find your own internal power in that circle. But also it was really important to me to show that there can also be in fighting in that circle. And there can also be bad decision-making and backstabbing, and the complexity of these witches no being able to get along. The goal for them (coven) is to harmonize both literally and figuratively, and they fail at it! You know, in a number of occasions, a circle can give you so much. But it's always going to be an imperfect thing." --podcast interview with Jac Schaeffer, quote transcribed by the lovely @isagrimorie (thank you! <3)

Even at its best, community is hard work. A "coven true" doesn't mean easy. Just real and sincere. Agatha lost the "grounding" of herself in her youth (my meta on that is here) and she will be more grounded again.

At its worst, as Agatha learned in her youth, community can become monstrous and terrifying. A prison rather than a home; a death sentence rather than a safe place to live and grow. But even when things aren't in that failure state, it can be painful and difficult -- its own hard road to walk. But on that journey you *become*. And others become along with you. By committing to each other, you are not instantly made whole and enlightened. But you allow yourself to live and breathe and become. To do the hard work of becoming. And it is that process of becoming (of living) that Agatha has cut herself off from by cutting herself off from people.

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omg omg javid (im gunning for hurt davey (typical) but either is fine)

"Don't look at them, look at me."

“How long did you think you could hide that?”

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

give me a prompt and i'll write something!!

hiya jac <3 this is a bit long winded but I got there

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Davey had gone back to school. And that was fine.

Jack felt that ‘fine’ was a good word for it. He sold on the weekends still, and so did Les sometimes. Jack would see them after school during the week to catch up, bring them to the lodge or around the city to see their other friends, since Jack certainly wasn’t Davey’s only friend and neither was he Les’s sole role model (for better or for worse). The best and worst trips were to Brooklyn, when they’d get to spend all that time walking and talking and laughing, absorbed in each other, only for Spot to just as easily enrapture both Jacobs brothers the moment she came into view on the other side of the bridge. Jack was shiny and flimsy compared to the layers of rock the two had to dig through to learn new things about Spot, he knew that, so he’d add his two cents and wait around for the walk back to Manhattan.

When they did go over to Spot’s, she’d give Jack this look. She’d tilt her head, narrow her eyes, asking something that Jack couldn’t decode. Race would do it too, which was mildly infuriating, but when Crutchie ever did it, it made Jack feel like a fool, like he was missing something that everyone else knew.

And Davey would simply be continuing on with whatever he was talking about, never commenting or noticing.

It was Sunday, and Davey would be back at school tomorrow.

“It’s strange when I talk about working in class,” Davey was saying. Jack had convinced him to grab dinner with him, and then convinced him to let Jack walk him home. “They, uh.. well, they admire it, with a kind of distance.”

“That good or bad?” Jack frowned. “A step up or down from how it’d been?”

Davey shrugged, hazel gaze set ahead of them and shaded by the sun at their backs.

“Straddling some kind of middle,” was his answer. “It’s nicer that people know my name, you know, but it ain’t as nice when I don’t feel like a student to them.”

Jack must’ve been wearing some kind of confused pout, since Davey only rolled his eyes and continued with a small smile.

“It’s- they don’t think I should be there,” he murmured. “Like they think that since I ‘got work over the summer’, I should only be workin’ now. Not really a kid to them, I’m this employed worker doin’ jobs on the weekends.”

“Ain’t that the better thing to be?” Jack asked. Davey scoffed. “No, really, ain’t it? More independent, more- more like you make your own decisions. You don’t gotta work on the weekends, you just wanna, for your family. That’s better than doing nothing.”

“Not to your average schooled seventeen year old,” Davey chuckled. “Kids either look up to it and isolate me as- as an adult, kind of, or look down on it and think I should be removed.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. Davey was busying himself every single day of the week, doing homework and teaching through Hebrew lessons to Les and selling tons more papers than he used to. He was taking care of his family, doing all he could for them while still finding time for his friends. And Davey was still smart and on top of it despite it all. Maybe picking one of the two, working or schooling, would make Davey’s life easier, but Davey didn’t want that, he was dedicated to everything he loved. In Jack’s mind, a kid would have to be some kind of idiot not to admire the hell out of David Jacobs. Jack admired him, he had since- for…a while now, he supposed.

“Well,” Jack muttered, instead of all that was going through his head, “that’s real stupid of ‘em, man.”

Davey laughed, nose crinkling, and Jack’s insides felt as if they were tinged with rose.

“Yeah, the day I say that out loud is the day I skip class,” Davey said, “forcibly.”

“Oh, you can take ‘em,” Jack brushed off, nudging his friend’s shoulder with his own. “Buncha schoolboys? Davey.”

“For your information, I am a schoolboy,” Davey shrugged matter-of-factly. “And if I do, as you’re saying, ‘take them’, that’s another way for me to skip class forcibly. Education like this in Manhattan’s too new, I mean- if they think a kid’s a source of trouble, they’re out. Plenty’ll want to take my place.”

“Then maybe you can point ‘em out to me and I can…meet them?” Jack smiled.

“No, Jack.” Davey shook his head, glancing over at him with an amused glimmer to his gaze. “I’m quite alright, thank you.”

“Have it your way.”

They nearly stumbled upon Davey’s neighborhood, Jack so wrapped up in conversation he’d hardly noticed they had to split off. He leaned back against the wall of the building.

“Sure we can’t hang a little longer?” Jack tried, grinning. “Ain’t like you’re gonna miss a meal or anything, we can just walk around the block…”

Davey’s raised eyebrows stopped him from continuing, letting out a small chuckle instead.

“Right,” Jack sighed. Davey was rather strict about his personal curfew, less out of fear and more in the name of dedication. “When’ll I see you next, you got- you got anything goin’ on after classes in a couple days?”

“Couple days sounds good, Jackie,” Davey hummed. Perfect.

“You gonna miss me?” Jack teased.

And Davey fixed him with this look.

The taller boy tilted his head, narrowed his shimmery gaze, and smiled like the sun.

“I’ll miss you, Jackie,” he said. “See you then.”

‘Then’ felt like an annoyingly long time to Jack, which was new. Initially when Davey first went back to school, it was seamless– Jack hung out more with his own boys, began prep for the fall temperatures, started up on drafting cartoons based on the political jokes he was sent. Sometimes Katherine would come by and they’d come up with their own based on her wider knowledge of that world. Enough weeks of it went by, though, and Jack found himself wanting to talk to someone who wasn’t there, stifling certain jokes or conversations for days before bursting it all out at Davey. It was a relief when Davey did the same, and they’d be in their own world for a few sacred hours.

These days, the hours in between felt stretched, Jack felt stretched, and the only solution to put him back together was getting his time with Davey.

This was perhaps the one time he wished ‘then’ hadn’t been sooner than they’d planned.

Jack had made every effort to sell all his papers before three in the afternoon, since school let out around 2:15. Sometimes he caught Davey leaving the building, and he was able to walk him home. He hung by the school, gaze busy with scanning for cops or friends or staring adults. His heart started to sink as the school seemed to empty out, though- he probably missed him, or maybe he’d left through a different door.

Wasn’t like Jack had anything to do until the evening edition came out.

Carefully, he strolled around the corner, biting his lip and for once trying to make himself look a bit smaller. He wasn’t as comfortable in this part of this neighborhood; didn’t feel like his turf, his home. His palms were itching with the feeling of it, but his turn to head back was halted with a sound he knew much too well.

A pained grunt followed what had to be a fist to the face, and against his better judgment, Jack swiftly followed it.

“Davey!”

Two boys crowded Jack’s friend, whose nose was bleeding and one of his eyes half shut, and who was not fighting back. The boys booked it around the school when they saw Jack, and he immediately sprang into action to pursue them. No one was going to smack Davey around and just get away with it.

“Jack. Don’t.”

Jack’s footsteps faltered, stopping and kneeling in front of Davey, who’d sunk to the ground.

“Hey, it’s okay, Dee, I’ll be right back,” Jack said quickly, about to stand. A hand fisting into his collar tugged him back.

“Don’t look at them,” Davey urged softly, and Jack’s eyes found his, “just at me. Just stay with me, Jack.”

“But Davey, they can’t just-”

“They didn’t. I let them,” Davey said. It only made Jack’s blood burn hotter.

“Why?” he demanded. “Davey, you don’t let people do that to you, I know you don’t.”

Davey wiped under his nose, frowning. Without a thought, Jack removed his kerchief from around his neck, handing it to the other to clean himself off.

“I didn’t want to 'forcibly skip class',” he said, giving Jack a hollow half-smile before wiping blood from his lip. “I knew those boys. Their word matters more than mine, and if I fought back…” Davey shook his head, watching his feet with his gaze set in stone. “School’s important to me, Jack. I ain’t gonna do anything to compromise my chances here, if I can help it.”

Jack’s eyebrows raised, lips parting slightly. Impressed, as usual, but this surpassed the normal level of admiration- he wasn’t sure what to call it.

“Wow,” was all he could say, laughing slightly. “You got a backbone of steel, Jacobs. Christ.”

Davey laughed too, curling in on himself a bit as he hunched with a cough, and Jack found his hands hovering above Davey’s shoulders. Twitching slightly as he wracked his brain for the appropriate method of comfort.

His brain didn’t move fast enough, and now Davey was looking at him.

Head tilted, eyes narrowed- narrowed as they could be without closing. Gaze amused. God dammit.

“What?” Jack huffed out. “I’m so damn sick of that look, Dee, I get it from everyone, like I’m the butt of some joke.”

Davey laughed again. Maybe he was.

“Jackie, isn’t it obvious?”

He felt his face heat up, because no, clearly, it wasn’t.

“I don’t like when you make me feel stupid, Dave,” Jack mumbled. “Just get to it, will you?”

Davey’s eyes scanned their surroundings, and Jack lifted his own gaze to follow it before he was tugged forward and into Davey’s lips.

Jack’s eyes closed, and he saw every instance he’d received some look from his friends.

Maybe he had been listening too intently in Brooklyn, enraptured with Davey’s words, his voice, his mouth, which had made Spot stare at him. Maybe he’d laughed too hard at one of Davey’s comebacks during a game of cards, and Racer had given him a sly smirk for that. And maybe talking to Crutchie about Davey was more at length than he’d thought, since C had always given him that damned smug look once Jack was done…gushing, probably.

Oh, Christ. It was obvious, wasn’t it.

Jack pulled back slowly, hand finding Davey’s vest as he opened his eyes again. Davey was smiling, eyes narrowed, and Jack smiled too.

“You like me too, right?” Jack teased, and finally, it was Davey’s turn to blush.

“Let’s just get to the lodge,” he said instead, pushing himself up with Jack’s help. Davey leaned into him, and Jack shifted his arm comfortably around Davey’s waist as they started their way back. He glanced down at Jack’s hand before their gazes met.

They shared a look, and smiled.

#IDK IDK :( they r very nice #thanks jac!! love me some javeyy #newsies #newsies fic #newsies fanfic #javey #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #and i did hurt davey !! i normally do not so <3 #fizz answers #fizz writes #fizz freaks #TIL that manhattan didnt have public schools until like 1897 or something #****public school for high school i mean!!!#bc it was legit a diff city than brooklyn of which had public schools like for a decade longer & separately #newsies fics

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Teen theory - Spoilers

Preface: This post is going to be long, but I do think there is something good here! If you just want just the main plot theory: I THINK THE VICTIM'S BODY IN EP.1 IS TEEN. I explain this in the section "The Cool Bit" ;)

It has taken me the absolute longest to write it because I couldn't quite form a coherent theory and my ideas have been changing back and forth. I even had to build some sort of murder board timeline to focus. No, I am not kidding. My hope is that today's episode is going to show us more of Teen/Billy's backstory so we will finally get at least some answers and my brain can rest.

A lot of this is based on episode 1 - I think it contains so many details that are crucial to the story and I probably haven't even made a dent with my observations.

We have a definitive confirmation that Teen is indeed Billy Maximoff. If we still had any doubts about which "mother" Agatha was referring to, it was confirmed by Jac Schaeffer in her ep.5 interview, by Joe Locke in his interview, followed by lots of Marvel Teen & Wanda promos and the trailer where we hear Agatha sneering "What does Billy Maximoff want at the end of the Road?". But Joe also confirms that "Agatha All Along is not following the blueprint of [Young Avengers] narrative — or any one specific comic, for that matter". So... who is Teen?

WandaVision recap

In WandaVision we see Billy Maximoff was created by Wanda's chaos magic when she created the Hex. She became "pregnant" and pretty much within 24h gave birth to twins - first Tommy, then Billy. Interesting that Tommy was named by Wanda as a "nice, classic, all-American name", while Billy was named by Vision specifically after William Shakespeare - Vision even excitedly quoted "All the world's a stage, All the men and women merely players" - foreshadowing the immense power of Billy, who in the comics becomes Wiccan and is thought to be at least as powerful as Wanda.

We see that Tommy has super speed and Billy telekinetic powers. He can hear the thoughts of Westview citizens who are screaming in their heads because they are trapped by Wanda's Hex. He even tells Agatha that he liked staying at her place because she was "quiet inside" - she was the only person staying at the Hex of her own will.

The boys quickly age themselves up at will, so that by day 3, the last day, they appear to be both 10 years old. One of their last moments is Wanda tucking them to sleep, telling them "Family is forever" and thanking them for choosing Wanda to be their mom. Which is quite an interesting choice of words. In the comics, the twins' souls are thought to have been created from the pieces of essence of Mephisto. Wanda's comment could therefore be speculated that perhaps she knew twins were not only not "biologically" hers but also that perhaps they weren't little boys after all (I choose to ignore the events of MoM entirely).

After the Hex, the boys "bodies" cease to exist, but their souls are believed to survive.

Enter Billy Kaplan.

We have long theorised this, and it seems like we were right, that the car crash near Eastview mentioned in episode 1 was the one that killed Billy Kaplan and allowed Billy Maximoff to reincarnate. Agnes mentions that the front airbags were deployed and there was blood stain on the backseat. This suggested that the front passengers, Kaplan parents, have survived, but Billy died.

In the trailer we see exactly that - Teen observes the Hex coming down, but their car ends up on the other side of the road - his parents are probably also distracted by the events. Right outside of Eastview we see an oncoming car - and it's a S.W.O.R.D. car! Teen shouts out to his mom - likely the driver, but we see the car hitting the tree sideways - right where Teen was sat.

Crazy Ralph theory

I think it's interesting that S.W.O.R.D. is seen here - and they are coming out of Eastview. But why? At this point in time all the forces would've already been waiting outside of Westview.

I think this is probably not important and a red herring. But I would like this to be Agent Jimmy Woo, maybe transporting people from Westview. Wanda opened the Hex for a few minutes and let some of the citizens go away, before she closed the Hex again. After that she battled Agatha, said her goodbyes, all the while the Hex was slowly shrinking before it was gone completely. So I think what Teen is seeing from the car is that shrinking phase. Meaning that perhaps some citizens have escaped by then and were brought to safety - the nearest town was Eastview.

I would also love (but it would probably not work out in terms of chronological events) if this was Jimmy Woo returning from Eastview after placing Ralph Bohner into a new witness protection house, this time in Eastview. Quick catch up: Ralph Bohner was the whole reason Woo found out about Westview because he was assigned to his case as witness protection but suddenly Bohner went missing. We now know this was because the Hex has deactivated his ankle monitor, then Agatha kidnapped him so she could live in his house and pretend that she was Ralph's wife. She then used him as Fake Pietro, before Monica released him from the spell. After that, there was a deleted scene where Bohner cuts his ankle monitor and runs away, while Jimmy releases instructions to find him. Raplh clearly hasn't been returned to Westview because we see that Agatha still lives in the same house. The reason I mention all of this is that the strange silhouette of a man in the trailer has longish hair that could be silver-ish. So maybe this is actually Ralph Bohner, still in hiding?

Anyway, I digress.

Car crash aftermath

So Billy Kaplan dies. I think he's dead long enough for Rio to show up. Maybe even long enough that his body ends up in a morgue - similar to the one we will see in the earth trial? But then Billy Maximoff's soul enters the body and we have a miracle. This is where it gets interesting, because there are so many questions. I think Rio sees Maximoff but can't stop him. Maybe that's why she says she hates ghosts - is this because she has no power over them? She needs to do "her job" but Maximoff will not let her, so she needs to find another way. I wonder if the earth trial is Rio's so she can finally reap Billy's body?

Billy miraculously lives and that's why there is that article "Near death in Westview".

Billy lives but I don't think he knows who he is. I think he has Billy Kaplan's memories, maybe flashes of Maximoff, but I think he's confused. I don't think he remembers Rio either. Maybe she was in her "skeleton skin". He's neither Billy Kaplan, nor Billy Maximoff. He's "Teen". That's why we hear him say in the flashback "I want something else. Something more."

We know there is a bar mitzvah in this episode - and Wiccan in the comics is Jewish. So I think this must be Teen must be 13 and it's his bar mitzvah. Now, I don't know enough about this, but I know that it a significant, sacred coming-of-age ceremony:

"Our sages teach that at the age of 13 young men and women are endowed with a greater capacity for both seeking to do good and seeking selfish pursuits. This age marks the young adult’s arrival at the crossroads of moral and spiritual decision making that is engaged in by mature adults. As a community we celebrate the Bat & Bar Mitzvah in order to help our young adults become aware of and draw meaning from this significant transition in their lives."

This sounds like an ideal moment where Teen finally realises his powers and maybe finally starts getting a glimpse of who he might be. As he grows up, he maybe finally remembers Wanda. (Or not? How interesting would it be, that when Agatha says "You are so much like your mother", he thinks she refers to Rebecca Kaplan?)

But. He still feels like something is missing. Maybe he had many more lives before because of being "essence of Mephisto"? And he's trying to figure out who he is, like a normal teenager? But he goes about it the wrong way - starts studying witchcraft, even tries to summon the Road by himself. We see his hand (with his rings) starting to draw a circle of the pentacle.

Eventually, someone ("JamSamwitch"?) tells him about Agatha and he figures out she is still in Westview. Maybe his "Boyf" is helping him. Or maybe it's Ralph Bohner seeking revenge for what Agatha did to him? I think he remembers Agatha as the friend of the family. She babysat them, let them play with Senor Scratchy (as we see he still recognises him), but then she obviously betrays them.

This is where my theories get really fuzzy.

I can't figure out how long Teen has been at her house. On the face of it, it feels like he truly only first got to her when he broke in for the locket... But there are so many books and diagrams all around Agatha's house. It looks almost as though he has been searching for things in her books for a long time now. Also, there is a second chair in her imaginary car, suggesting having a passenger?

THE COOL BIT

Either way, my theory of how this is all connected goes something like this:

I think that when Teen tries to summon the Road by himself, it doesn't work, but he accidentally distorts Agatha's spell. I think he might have actually used a page from Darkhold to do this. This event affects Agatha. And because it's connected to the Road, she starts humming the ballad, and her imaginary reality not only takes her on a road, but even into the woods - which really resemble the Witches Road the coven is currently on!

Maybe Agatha jumps straight into her Agnes O'Connor persona, maybe there are others. But Billy's emotions and intentions during his spell are so big that they are also projected onto her. Teen doesn't know who he is. He feels disconnected to this body of his. The sudden burst is so profound that Agatha must have accidentally dropped her locket in the puddle in that moment, that's why she loses it.

So when Agnes starts her "case" - the victim she investigates is actually Teen. The body is Teen. His fingers are black from Darkhold ink (that he probably used in the spell) and his feet are bare (because he knew you weren't allowed shoes on the Witches Road). She is clearly emotional looking at the victim and wonders out loud "Who are you?", "What happened to you?". I think these are actually Teen's unconscious questions about himself.

Yes we see links to Wanda throughout the show. But I think they were always actually pointing at Teen. So Agatha realised his identity fairly quickly - we saw her throwing Wanda's references as early as episode 3.

When the spell doesn't work, Teen needs to go back to Agatha's house to find out how to make it work. She is the only one with the knowledge and her Agnes persona isn't useful. But to get her out, he needs something that is close to Agatha, something that keeps her to reality - just like all of the witches talismans in the trials - they are their one constant, even if their wardrobe changes. And we have already seen Nicky's photo appearing in and out of her spell. So it must be the locket. Because I am 99.9999% the locket contains Nicky's hair (EVERY time Agatha pays attention to it, Nicky's theme plays).

So he goes to steal it and that's how she meets him. And that's why she gasps when he gets hit by Mrs Hart's car - because she still has that connection to his emotions from the event.

The question remains, how did he know about the locket and where he would find it? And what really is the deal with the Road?

Rio

So there enters the puzzle of Rio, this bit is really fuzzy.

Wanda's mini-Hex might have kept hiding Agatha from Rio (and from Salem Seven), but the second it's distorted, Rio feels her again. She quickly finds Agatha in her current distorted spell and helps her to get out, because for whatever reason she needs her out. Maybe she knows Salem Seven are coming and Agatha won't stand a chance if she's still under the spell. I think she is there more in mind than body, she seems really connected to Agatha's thoughts.

She could also be hiding like this from Teen, in case he recognises her. Because she still needs to do her job and collect his body? She latches onto their bizarre idea of the Witches Road, and somehow manipulates the spell to her advantage so she can kill two birds in one stone (pun intended)? Get the body and reconnect with Agatha? I really don't know what her end game is yet.

Phew. THOUGHTS ANYONE????

Sidenote: When Billy says that "Power does not interest me", we see him holding out a hand with some stones. Now, I think this is him about to demonstrate how magic comes easy to him - similar to when Agatha was showing off the animal illusions to Wanda. But I also think that this is a little easter egg hinting at the infinity stones.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #aubrey plaza #rio vidal #agathario #agatha all along spoilers #teen #billy maximoff #joe locke

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