#throwing things at a wig until it looks okay

[cherryblossomteadragon]

The start of my watcher cosplay! It only took me like 5 hours..

Not bad for a first time wig style!

Mask is being made as well as cloak. Any ideas on what else to add?

[writingroom21]

Okay imagine this reader goes in a all boys school pretending to be a dude to cover up her brother but soon rafe later knows she's a girl since she's in the guys shower room😫

A/N: I literally love this idea so much. She's The Man is one of my favorite movies.

Boys Bathroom

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), p in v, overstimulation, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering, semi public sex (communal bathroom), (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.6K

The plan was simple. You would go to the school for two weeks and then swap places again. It shouldn’t be that hard to fool everyone since the two of you are twins. Since your parents found out they were having twins they got the two of you matching things. Your cribs, toys, clothes were all bought to match.

 The only downside was one of you is a girl and the other is a boy.

When the news was broken to them, they had mixed emotions. On one hand they get the best of both worlds with one of each. The other is that they planned on having the same gender twice. They tried to look past it and throughout childhood it was fine. Your dad had the perfect little boy to play catch and watch sports with. Your mom had a little angel that she could dress up and show around. 

It was all perfect until you hit puberty. Max, your brother stayed the perfect son that he always was. But you had become the wild child of the family. You weren’t really wild, just not the picture perfect daughter they had in mind. In middle school you started to not want your mom to dress you, leading to arguments about how you dressed.

Then now in highschool you are focused on being an artist, which isn’t an ambitious enough job for them. You would think that after their divorce they would stop agreeing with each other. But no they will always agree on one thing, you are too much to handle. They just don’t like how outspoken you are and how you will not conform to the version of you they want.

They focus on you so much they don’t even realize that it’s Max they should be worrying about. Sure he gets good grades and he never gets in trouble, it doesn’t mean he’s not doing things. You are always covering for him so he can sneak out of the house. Driving him around after he got so drunk with his friends that he can’t function. They don’t see that side of him so they worship the ground he walks on. 

They love him so much that they are now sending him to a prestigious all boys school. Max has been complaining about it all week since they told him. It’s a boarding school so he will be under 24/7 supervision. Which is a no in his books. Max has done everything basically to try and get out of this to no luck. Leading us to the moment the plan was formed.

“Come on please. Just do this one thing for me.” Max pleads at the end of your bed. You continue reading your book ignoring him and his weird request. He says your name to get your attention. “I’ll get you something when I come back. A token from Bora Bora sounds nice right?” You scoff at his audacity. “Dude I’m not going to pretend to be you so you can go on some vacation. It wouldn’t even work, you're a guy and I’m not.” Max throws himself on your bed, face planting onto the sheets. “If you do this for me I’ll get mom and dad to lay off your art school decision.” The book drops from your hands and you stare at him. You don’t have to think, getting them off your back is much needed. “Fine.”

The wig itches your scalp as you fix your clothes making sure your binding doesn’t come loose. The last thing you need is for it to come undone and your boobs come out. It;s the second day at the school, everyone seems to be buying that you are Max. Your best friend had shown you how to place wigs on, making sure that it can’t get loose. It seems to be staying in place so you can’t complain. You have to get used to squishing your boobs so much but it’ll be okay.

Your parent’s had splurged for Max to have his own dorm so you get to relax in your own space thank god. It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the boy next door. You had been unpacking when a knock interrupted you. Alright show time. You open the door to be greeted with one of the hottest guys you have ever seen. He has to be at least six feet tall, with hair you just want to wrap your fingers around. Don’t even get you started on his blue eyes. 

You were so caught up with checking him out that you didn’t notice he said something. “Hello?” He questions with this weird look. “Huh?” You clear your throat and make your voice deeper. “Sorry, what did you say?” You stand up straighter, trying to make you look taller. “Said I’m Rafe. I'm in the room right next door.” He points to the left. 

“Nice to meet you, I'm.” Your name almost slips out but you covered it with a cough. “My name's Max. Want to come in.” Rafe shrugs, entering and looking around your room. There’s not really much to look at. The walls are bare and the clothes are all put away. The desk has books for the classes you’ll be in and unfortunately a box of pads. Rafe spins around to you.

“Dude why the fuck do have those?” He practically shrieks. He’s pointing behind him and you follow it to see the box. Fuck you had forgotten to put them away. “Oh I have a twin sister that likes to prank me. She always packs something embarrassing in my bags.” You try to explain. Rafe listens as you fumble through your words, kinda weirded out that some dude has chick products.

“You have a twin?” He really doesn’t believe you. Instead of explaining further you pull out your phone, finding a picture of yourself to show him. Rafe looks at the photo and then at you trying to find similarities. “I can see it.” He looks closer at it again. “You know she’s kinda hot.” A blush forms on your cheeks. “Thank you.” Your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

“I mean she would say thank you or something dumb like that.” You laugh off. Rafe just nods at you slowly making his way towards the door. He can’t wait to get out of this room, something about you just isn’t right. “Right. Uh I gotta go. See ya man.” He was out of the room as soon as the words left his mouth. Leaving you there hoping you didn’t give yourself away.

The next few days you saw Rafe everywhere. He was in two of your classes, English and Biology. You’re thankful that your English teacher had assigned setting by last name. You were far away from him but your eyes would still find him. Looking at the back of his head and averting your eyes when he looks back at you. It didn’t help that he decided to be your lab partner for biology.

He sat down next to you, throwing his books down without saying a word. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. Rafe feels like something is wrong but at the same time he wants to figure out what. It’s the reason why he sat next to you and why he notices the things you do. He tries to play it off as if he gets close to you that he’ll likely get with your twin. If only he knew it was actually you.

The two of you watch each other in the cafeteria as you eat. Eyes meeting and looking away just to look back. At this point Rafe thinks you're gay, he has nothing wrong with that, it's not his type though. His friends are talking around him but his brain is playing a game of tennis. Throwing ideas out left and right.

Maybe you are just socially awkward and that's why you act like that around him. Or you are from some freaky conservative family that sheltered you for too long. All his thoughts just keep playing in his mind, every interaction on display to dissect. This game of cat and mouse continues for the first week you are there. You are just counting down the days until you can leave.

The stress of not getting caught has been eating you alive. Both of your parents have been texting you to go to their house since you weren’t there the following week. They think you are still staying at the other parents house. A risky plan but they only talk to each other when you do something they don’t like or when Max does good in something. The idea of them finding out has been eating you alive. 

You had called Max, anxiety getting the best of you. “What do you want?” The call is a little fuzzy, his international plan seems to be only doing okay. “You need to come home like now. I can’t keep doing this.” You can hear people talking in the background of his call. He says something to them and the noise dies down. “Listen it’s just one more week you can do it.”

“Max no you need to come home. Mom and dad keep asking me to come home. What if they find out?” If he was there right now he would slap the back of your head to have your senses come back. You’ve always had the flare for dramatics in his eyes. “Relax mom and dad arent going to find out. I’ll be back before they even notice. Just one more week.” You give in knowing that he won’t come back.

In the hallway Rafe was making his way to his room after coming back from a run. He was in the middle of taking his headphones off when he heard voices coming from your room. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved closer to the door, resting an ear on it to get a better shot. He heard it all, from the begging of your brother to come back to him saying he’ll be back in a week. What he can’t really understand is the voices.

Without a doubt he believes the female voice to be you, Max’s twin sister. What he can’t wrap his head around is the male voice on the other end. In his mind he knows that it’s you, it had to be. But the voice sounds different, the tone and octave aren’t the same that he’s been hearing. It's confusing to say the least. He goes to his room when he hears the call end, piecing together all the information that he knows. Which isn’t much.

You get awkward around him when he tries to talk to you in class, acting like a pre-teen who can’t talk to girls. Now that he thinks about it there’s a good chance you are gay. He catches you checking him out in English and the lunch room. Always tables away with your eyes glued to him. Then there are the times where he will see you blush at something he says. Rafe knows he’s a good looking guy. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him before his dad sent him off to this shit hole.

He ignores the rest of his thoughts as he winds down from his run. Taking the necessary post workout vitamins and shakes he has. During this time you had made your way to the bathroom. Having to share a communal bathroom has not been ideal for this situation. The only times you can shower is super early in the morning and late at night. Since you are not a morning person, night showers it is. 

Peaking your head out your door you check the hallway to make sure no one is coming. Once the coast is clear you book it to the bathroom, running into the shower stalls. The stalls don’t have doors, just two curtains. You would think for the amount of money it takes to go here they would have better showering options. You strip in the first section letting the water heat up. When the water is hot enough you get in. Even for the lousy coverage they do have nice showers.

It was large enough to have double the space needed. There was a detachable shower head that had amazing water pressure. Plus a little bench to keep your stuff on not only in the changing space but the shower as well. Let’s just say that these showers have been the highlight to all of this mess. You get under the running stream, the water coats your body. Warming you up as you stand under the stream.

You go through your routine. Washing your hair you start to hum to a song that’s been stuck in your head. Getting lost in the moment you sign the lyrics softly, switching to different songs that randomly popped up. You were so distracted that you didn’t hear that someone had walked into the bathroom. Rafe had come in to wash away the sweat from his run when he heard singing. 

He stopped for a moment when he realized it wasn’t a guy singing. That or this poor guy’s balls haven’t dropped. He walks closer to where the sound is coming from. Making sure to keep his footsteps light. The last thing he wants is for the person to hear him and stop. He stops in front of the stall where the voice is coming from. Yeah there’s definitely a chick in there he thinks. Without really thinking about what he’s doing and how he’s close to becoming a creep. He pulls the first curtain aside, walking in. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

You let out a small scream, scared from the sound of Rafe’s voice. You stand there frozen not knowing what to do. You’ve been caught, the person on the other side obviously knows you aren’t a guy. “Well?” You let yourself grab the curtain, pulling it around you so you can look at the person. “I’m so sorry. It’s a really long story actual-” Your words die when you see who it is. Rafe.

He’s as shocked as you are, both of you have wide eyes. “Your Max’s twin.” Then he says your name, to double check he had it right. “What the fuck are you doing here.” You want to answer, you really do. But his towel is hanging low on his waist, his toned stomach on display. That’s when it clicked to him, Max wasn’t gay because it wasn’t Max. It was you.

It all makes so much sense now. “Max wanted to go on vacation so he had me pretend to be him.” You don’t look him in the eyes. Mostly out of shame of being caught, the other being that you are too busy checking him out. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like without it on. A pink blush graces your cheeks at the thought. The reaction is noticed by Rafe.

He then realizes you are naked behind that curtain. Your wet body is right there for him to grab, only separated by thin plastic. He looks you up and down, mostly seeing your silhouette due to the curtin being slightly white. His dick is getting hard just thinking about you and how wet you must feel. He covers himself with a hand the other holding his shower stuff. “So you’ve been pretending to be him this whole time?”

“Yup.” You clutch the plastic to your chest, the water hitting the back of you. “Well this is awkward now.” He scratches the back of his neck looking at the ground. “I told you that I thought you were hot.” He laughs, shaking his head. When his hand falls back to his side you take it in yours. Hoping that your bicep can help the plastic keep you covered. “It’s okay. I think you're hot too.”

Maybe it's the fact that he has a pretty girl in front of him or the fact he hasn’t been laid in a while since being her, but he’s about to lose control. Fuck he’s been so desperate that he imagined you that night after seeing your photo as he masturbated. This is honestly a dream come true for him. He laces his fingers with yours, placing his things down. 

“You know I read somewhere that we should be saving as much water as we can. Mind if I get in with you?” Rafe never read that anywhere. The only reading he does is when he’s texting or doing school work. You will never catch him reading something about climate change or whatever. You smirk as you look up at him, dropping the curtain to take his towel off. “Mhmmm. Wouldn’t want to be wasteful.” He leans over you, his height allowing him to see all of you as he looks down. 

Your hands graze up his thigh, fingertips dancing along his dick. One of his hands cups your face to bring you in for a kiss, the other plays with a nipple. He backs you up to the wall and deepens the kiss. His hand moving lower to rub your clit. Your hand tightens around him, a moan slipping your lips.

He pulls back to watch your face, wanting to absorb every moan you let out. From the side of his eye he sees the shower head. He smirks down at you, pulling his hand back and taking yours off him. “Is everything okay?” You’re worried something happened and he wants to stop. “Yeah pretty girl it is. Why don’t you sit on that bench for me?” Even though it was a question he meant it as a command.

You hesitate at first, concerned about how sanitary it is. Then you see the look in those pretty blue eyes and your concerns vanish. Sitting down, you watch as he takes the shower head down, switching the stream setting. He’s probably going to regret this later but he kneels down on the tiles. Positioning the shower head between your legs, the strong stream hits your clit. You didn’t see that he adjusted the water temperature so it wasn’t burning hot.

“That feel good?” Your hand flies to his shoulder, nails marking his flesh. “So good.” You moan out, trying to be mindful of your volume. Rafe gently moves the head around, creating circles on your clit. It feels so fucking good. He leans over you, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. He sucks on it while his unoccupied hand finds your entrance, teasing a finger in you.

Rocking the finger back and forth, he adds a second when he feels you relax around him. The sensation of his mouth, finger, and water is too much. You are biting so hard on your lip to stay quiet that you’re bleeding. You release your lip with a wince, the sharp sting radiates in your bottom lip. Rafe looks up at the sound, eyes clocking the red coming from the cut. “Poor baby.”

He licks the blood, giving a quick suck to your lip to make sure he got everything. “It’s just too much for you, isn't it? Hmm?” He taunts as his fingers increase in speed. Your climax is right there, you can feel it in your fingertips. “Please Rafe. I” You sob rips it’s way out of your throat, your orgasim over powering. You are physically shaking from the intensity but he doesn’t let up. He keeps the water right where it is, his fingers increase their pace. He goes back to sucking on your nipples. You try to tell him it’s too much but all that comes out is moans. 

It feels like your orgasim is never ending. Then with one more stroke to your g-spot you were gushing. Rafe takes the shower head away, still fingering you to get you to squirt more. You keep drenching him, his fingers now rubbing your clit furiously only making it worse. He drops the shower head, his hand shooting up to cover your mouth. Silencing you moans as the last bit comes gushing out of you. You’re spent, body limp from that earth shattering orgasim.

“That was so fucking hot.” Rafe bends down and starts to lick you clean. Dying to get a taste of you. You push his head away from how sensitive you are. Your clit feels like it’s on fire. He pulls you up and turns you around to bend over on the bench. He’s not going to last long, he was close to blowing his loud just watching you. There’s just no way in hell he’s giving up his only chance to fuck you.

Before you could protest he’s already slipping in. You’re so wet that he slides right in and bottoms out. He gives you a second to adjust and then he’s ramming his hip into you. You’re still sensitive so your next release builds up quickly. He wants to be embarrassed from how fast he comes, he really does. He just can’t find it in him to really care.

You feel so good wrapped around him, your walls constricting him so tight. He barely had room to keep fucking you as you second orgasim ripped through you. He quickly followed, pulling himself out and jerking off so he could paint your ass. It’s okay because he’ll wash it off of you in a second. You get up after getting your bearings and the two of you wash off. “That was really fucking good.” You dream out loud. 

Rafe gives you a kiss, nibbling on your lips. You wince due to the cut. “Sorry.” He gives it a kiss better. “Same time tomorrow?” You smile and nod.

Safe to say the following week was spent sneaking off at any given chance you had.

[alexa-yukiyu]

This idea is living in my mind rent free and won't leave me alone!

So Roger pirates (also young shanks and buggy) x puppet!child!f!reader.

Can you do some lyrics from the song "Puppet boy?"

Reader is from a circus, a dangerous one. The Ringmaster has a power where he can control people like puppets and most of the performers are adults who don't get in the way but the ringmaster prefers reader and controls the most in stunts and performances and very dangerous ones, even for adults, like flying trapeze in a very high hight with no support and other crazy things. The audience members don't sense anything only seeing the reader as talented. They don't see reader controlled as the puppet strings are invisible to them. Roger pirates was visiting an Island, saw that s huge event at a circus and decided to go. They see reader who has clown makeup on their face and a circus outfits preforming with adults in VERY dangerous acts. The circus decide to take a quick break to set up for the new act and the ringmaster wants a talk with reader. Reader has to do every dangerous stunt on her own with no help to gain more money for the circus.

Roger pirates save her from the circus and set the performers free. You can add how they save her and how'd they know that she was being controlled. I want an very actiony,angsty thing, if it's alright.

Thank you

The apprentices apprentice (Roger pirates x child!reader)

Ps mad and throwing a tantrum cause tumblr just deleted my draft. ANYWAY GUYS FINALLY I FINISHED IT, there are some parts im still hesitant about but other than that I think I like this one. I’m not good with action so let me know what you think; also tell me why it wasen’t until now that I saw the end of the request like it din’t register on my brain until now so HERES YOUR ACTION ANGSTY PIECE, TOTALLY HAS ACTION AND ANGST BECAUSE YOU ASKED FOR IT AND NOT BY ACCIDENT 😀Another also! I was writing this at work so at first I was just looking at the lyrics and I was like ‘okay this must have a really melancholic sound’ tell me why the somg is so upbeat 😂

Execution scene…

Chp1, Chp2

This piece has one line that hints to having at least medium length hair, if this does not fit you you can always imagine it is a wig as I made sure it wasen’t explicit that it was their hair or you can also take it as their hijab being arranged rather than hair

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for my ease lf writing and the enjoyment of oc readers

The man behind the child let out a hum as he looked at the mirror and tried different hairstyles on them.

“Perhaps we should do a half-up-down style; what do you think, dear?

“…”

“Aww, come on, don’t tell me you are still throwing a tantrum?” He teased looking down at them

“Well, dear, if you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have to hurt you the way I do; it is quite simple,” he carelessly added as he continued working on their hair, eventually turning them around to begin working on their make-up.

“Oh, how I wish you didn’t make me have to punish you; now look, your skin is all stained. That’s alright, nothing some makeup can’t cover, right?” he spoke as he forcefully pulled their chin up and began to apply powder on their face paying extra attention to the dark bruises that litter their face

“You will do today’s show without any nets or supports,” he informed them.

“W-What?”

“Don’t move.” He sneered as his words caused the small child to flinch back

“Don’t act so surprised, dear; the audience paid a lot to watch you, so it’s only fair to have something at stake.”

“B-But what if I fall?” They cried, slapping his hands away as they jumped off the chair

“Enough.” He growled making, putting his hand out and wiggling his finger in a ‘come here motion’ a dark grin growing on his face as they were pulled towards him as he did

“You seem to be really defiant lately. Do you want the strings to come back? Perhaps I was too benevolent in giving you free will,” he sneered

“Well? Do you?!” He boomed

“No!” She cried

“Good. Next time, I won’t be as nice,” he said, walking out of the room and glancing back at the crying child on the floor.

“Enough with the tears. Your makeup will get damaged. Get ready for the show; you will be out in a few minutes.”

They sighed, looking at themselves in the mirror, trying to calm the erratic beating of their hearts at the stunts they were forced to do minutes before. Eventually, a few sniffles escaped them, sniffles turning into small hiccups and small hiccups turning into a cascade of tears as the events of the day began to catch up to them.

“Wait, Buggy, you idiot!”

It wasn’t until the sound of something crashing behind them that they were pulled out of their spiral and stared at the two boys standing there.

“Me?! You were the one that shoved me!” A voice cried

“Did not”

“Ye-

“Who are you?” The child asked, staring wide-eyed at the couple of teens bickering in front of them

“Sorry to barge in, we just were looking around,” the redhead answered, turning his attention from his friend to them.

“You can’t be ere!” they hissed.

“I know, I know, this is backstage, but we wanted to see what it was like. Buggy here was really impressed by your act, so we wanted to take a peak.”

“I was not!” the red-nose boy protested, shooting up.

“No! No! You can’t be ere!” Dokucha cried, jumping down from the chair

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay. We were just leaving,” Shanks assures them with an easy smile on his face despite having been caught.

“N-

“Dokucha!” A voice angrily boomed

“Ah!” the child looked at the sound of the voice with a terrified look on their and back to the two boys, quickly running towards them and pulling them to a nearby closet, ignoring the confused protests of the two.

“H-Hey!”

“Shhh!” they called, closing the door just in time for the ringmaster to storm in

“Wha- Agh!” they cried as the man sent them flying back with a punch to their face. A livid expression on their face as they did

The child looked up at the man, holding their cheek in pain as they did; despite this not being a to them, it did not make this treatment any easier on the child.

“R-Ringmaster?” they questioned

“You useless brat!” he growled, kicking them back and watching as the child crashed against the masts of the tent at his actions.

“I’m soy! I’m sory. I can make it better, please!”

“You think I didn’t notice?! What have I told you about hesitating when making your jumps, you worthless piece of shit!”

Tears started to fall from Dokucha’s eyes as they slowly picked themselves up, looking up at the monster in front of them.

“P-Please, I wasn’t h-

“Shut up,” He roared.

“It’s obvious I was too lenient on you in giving you some kind of free will; it’s time you remember your place,” he muttered, a dark look growing on his face as he snapped his fingers. He grinned, satisfied at the child’s cries as they were pulled into the air, strings slowly enveloping their bodies.

Ignoring the cries and pleas of the child, he tightened his hand into a fist, watching as the strings seemed to follow their lead as they painfully tightened against the child until they began digging into their skin.

It was their cries that prevented the ringmaster from hearing the scuffle that seemed to occur behind him as this went on. As a livid Shanks started struggling against Buggy, who held the teen back from storming into the scene

“Buggy, we have to do something,” he growled, struggling against his friend’s holds.

“I know, idiot! But look, the guy is a devil-fruit user, a strong one!” Buggy hissed with terrified tears pooling in his eyes at the terrifying scene they had found themselves in

“He’s going to kill them!”

“And us if we run in there!” Buggy shot back

“So what we just watch as he kills they bleed to death?!” he hissed, breaking free from his friend’s hold and turning towards him.

“N-No! I sent a hand to fetch the captain; we have to wait until they get here!”

“They don’t have that kind of time, Buggy!”

“Just wait, you moron!”

Before Shanks could throw another retort toward his crewmate, loud bangs and screams rang outside of the tent, something that the ringmaster also took notice of. As he let out a few curses as he gave one last look at the child and made his way out of the tent to investigate the commotion.

“They’re here!” Buggy exclaimed with a relieved smile

Not a second later, the two pushed their way out of the closet and ran towards the child, who by now had fallen unconscious, no doubt due to the amount of blood that slowly trickled from their body and down the strings that held them up in a morbid resemblance to a fly trapped in a spider’s web.

Pulling out his throwing knives, Buggy made quick work of the strings, watching as the child fell into Shanks’s awaiting hands as he ran next to the redhead to check on the child.

“H-Hey, are they d-dead?” he questioned, looking down at the child.

“H-Hey! Wake up! Hey!” Shanks cried, trying to shake awake the lifeless body of the child

“Now then, what have you lads gotten yourselves into?” A voice cut into as they walked into the tent, interrupting the teens fretting over the child

“Captain!” Buggy cried, looking at the man at the door of the tent

“Captain! Please! Help!” Shanks begged, looking up at his captain, terrified as he hugged Dokucha’s body closer to them

Roger stared at his apprentices agape, quickly taking in the scene in front of him as he hurried towards them.

“Crocus! Get in here!” he hollered.

It had been a week since those events took place; since then, Crocus had managed to save the child but was unsuccessful in pulling them out of the unconscious state they had been placed in. According to the Doctor, it was likely they had fallen into a comma as a response their body had to the stress undergone due to the torturous treatment at the hands of the ringmaster.

After they had been stabilized, the crew had another problem on their hands; their interference in the circus had caught the attention of the marines, and as such, they needed to set sail. The original plan was to leave the child under the care of the now-freed performers and set off; this, however, did not go as planned. Much to the crew’s surprise, the two apprentices had begged their captain to bring Dokucha along rather than leave them behind at the circus.

Some crew members objected to this idea, concerned with the child’s well-being if they were to be brought upon the ship. Unlike when the two current apprentices were taken in, the crew now sailed more dangerous waters with perilous missions, enemies, and much higher notoriety than a decade prior.

Roger, ever having a soft spot for children, agreed to the teen’s requests under the promise that they had to take part in the caring for the child, something the two had agreed to in an instant. It was clear to the crew that the apprentices had developed a bond with the small child, perhaps reminded of their own origins when they were brought aboard the Oro Jackson; regardless, in the past week, they had made true to their promise as the two were often found hanging on the sick bay watching for any new updates on the state of Dokucha. Despite being out of their element when they first woke up terrified and in tears against all odds, the teen had managed to assure the child, promising to remain by their side.

It had taken a few more weeks for the child to adjust to their new life and leave behind the fear that came with their old life. Still, with time, they had slowly reverted to a gleeful three-year-old once again, ready to join Shanks and Buggy in any mischievous adventures the two went on.

“Who’s that?” Dokucha questioned from their position on Buggy’s lap as both him Shanks sat with them on the Deck of the ship as they scanned over a piece of Newspaper

“They are a bunch of nobodies!” Buggy sneered, watching as the Whitebeard pirates had once again taken over the headline of the newspaper

Dokucha looked up at the paper once again, a grin on their face as they took the picture of the pirates in

“They look prety cool!”

“That’s what they want you to think, Dokucha! They may look cool, but they are nothing compared to us.” Buggy Boasted

“Yes! Cause Roer pirates r e best,” they cheered.

"Dhahahaha good Job Dokucha!" Shanks grinned as he stood up, throwing the child in the air and causing them to let out gleeful squeals at the action.

“Still, what a bummer, those guys are getting all the glory,” he stated as he put Dokucha on his hip and continued to Scan the newspaper, only for it to be snatched from his hands.

“A samurai, huh?” their captain laughed.

“I would love to meet him!” he exclaimed

“Capi!” Dokucha cheered, extending their arms towards the man, laughing as he complied with their silent request and grabbed them from Shanks

“Hey there, champ!” he exclaimed, lifting them up in the air.

“How are you feeling today? What are you up to with the lads?”

“I’m good! Shans-nii and Buggy-nii are showing me the whybear pirates.” They grinned.

“Whitebeard,” Shanks Scoffed out with a snicker.

“Whiebeard!” they parroted

“Wahahahaha! I’m glad you’re in good spirits today!” he called, putting them down and watching as they ran their way back to Buggy, hugging their leg happily and letting out a giggle as the clown picked them up and placed them on his hip as he made silly faces to the child.

“Where are we heading now, Captain?” Shanks questioned

“We’re on the way to a nearby summer Island. I have received reports of the Whitebeard crew being spotted close. It will be the perfect chance to meet this Samurai fellow!”

“We’re going to meet the Wildboars?!” Dokucha called excitedly

Shanks sighed, giving up on correcting them and pulling on the cheek of the child.

“Dokucha, you have to stay next to us, okay? I don’t trust those guys!”

“Oey! Shans-nii!” they whined, slapping his hand away with a frown, promptly being replaced by a smile.

“But it’s okay cause Capi and bothers are gonna be there!” they cheered.

"Wahahaha! That's right Dokucha! Just stay near us and everything will be fine!"

“Yes Capi!”

Okay yes that last part highkey dosen’t fit the whole action pace of the story and much less the narration that followed after but listen I could not in good conscience not add wholesomeness! I couldn’t, just lil Dokucha hanging from shank’s hip or cuddle in his lap as he read or Buggy’s faces to make them laugh 🥹 and omg the capi, im so smart yall 🤭

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[denaliwrites]

Lockdown Blues

Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley

Summary: Remember that time everyone went crazy and made sourdough?

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Enough baked goods to make exactly 8 human stomachs explode.

"Right," a voice said from behind you.

You shrieked, whirling around and brandishing your hairbrush in defense... only to see Crowley standing there, giving you a look caught between amusement and confusion.

"Hgk."

"Fucking hell, Crowley, you can't just randomly appear in people's bedrooms," you said with a sigh. You put your brush down so that you could rub your temples. "I know you're a demon and all, but I didn't think I'd need to explain this."

"You -- oh, shut up," he growled, waving at you dismissively. "It's an emergency. Pack your cat." He paused, thoughtfully. "... And a bag, I s'pose."

"And where do you think I'll be going? The whole continent's closed."

"I'm taking you to the bookshop, where you will be staying until this damned lockdown blows over."

"I -- Crowley, you can't just come here and drag me away to be held hostage in the bookshop."

Crowley sighed, rolling his eyes. "I -- look -- I told you it was an emergency, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but then you just left it there? If you could elaborate, that'd be great.

He sighed again. "It's -- listen -- the angel -- Aziraphale is getting... weird."

You blinked rapidly a few times. "He's... he's what?"

"No time," Crowley said, coming to herd you up. "C'mon. Grab the cat. Grab some essentials. Let's go."

You reluctantly did as you were told, doing your best to pack some clothes, toiletries, a laptop, a fussy cat, and a few other things, all while an antsy demon followed you around urging you to move faster. You had half a mind to be annoyed, but you could tell Crowley was strangely serious about this, and that stopped you.

For the most part, at least.

Finally, you'd gathered everything you needed into three bags plus Ralph's carrier. Crowley, without any prompting, took the two biggest bags into his hands, then held out his elbow for you to take.

With nothing but a rucksack over one shoulder and Ralph's carrier in the opposite hand, you wound your free hand around Crowley's twiggy little arm, and the two of you vanished with a whoosh.

Only to appear, near instantaneously, within the confines of the bookshop.

You took a moment to remind yourself how to breathe before you crouched down and set the cat carrier on the floor. Ralph growled, no doubt a little wigged out from the disorienting mode of travel, but the moment you opened the carrier, he trotted out like nothing had happened.

"Crybaby," you sighed affectionately before pushing yourself back up to a stand. "Okay, where's the angel?"

You were hit rather suddenly with two realizations -- number one, Crowley was gone, and number two, you could smell... well, the best way to describe it was a fully stocked bakery. The scent was overwhelmingly of the general concept of bread, but you could smell sweeter treats as well -- vanilla, cinnamon, cooked fruits, chocolate, and so on.

Well, that didn't really bode particularly well, did it?

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs in the back and into the flat, wandering until you found the kitchen. Crowley was there, standing against the wall with Ralph held gently in his arms. How either of them had managed to get up here without you noticing, you didn't know.

At the stove, simmering what smelled like what would eventually be blackcurrant jam, stood Aziraphale. He whipped around at the sound of Ralph's hungry meow and jumped when he saw you all standing there, staring at him.

"You weren't kidding," you said, throwing a look over to Crowley. "He really has gone weird."

"I know," Crowley responded. He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded his head towards the angel. "That's why we're having this intervention."

"I'm sorry, this what?" Aziraphale yelped. "Please! You're so dramatic, Crowley. Here, dear," he said, turning towards you with a pastry in hand. "Try this?"

You shot another look to Crowley, silently asking permission. He only sighed and rolled his eyes in response, so you shrugged and took a bite. It was...

Well, he'd clearly made it by hand.

He was watching you, and you knew he wanted your opinion, and you knew he wanted it honest, but you'd never had the heart to give him bad news, so you smiled and put a thumb up.

"Oh, good!" he said cheerfully.

When he turned around to return to his jam, you quickly motioned for Crowley to get you some water. He miracled you a glass and handed it over, and you drank it in three long drags.

"Bit heavy on the salt?" he asked quietly, to which you replied with a vigorous nod.

"What was that, dear?" Aziraphale asked.

"Nothing!" you and Crowley both said.

This was ridiculous, you thought. You could tell Aziraphale he was using too much salt. That was easy. Right? Right. You sucked in a deep breath to prepare yourself, and then released it in one big huff.

"Maybe -- erm, maybe, I think, it could use..."

"Yes, dear?" Aziraphale asked, turning to look at you with such loving eyes, so trusting and beautiful.

Fuck.

"Nothing. I was wrong. Sorry. Continue."

He smiled so joyfully as he turned back to his jam.

You chanced a glance at Crowley, who was glaring at you.

"Coward," he hissed.

"I know," you whimpered, burying your face in your hands.

[themultifandomgal]

Sweet Pea- Grease Is The Word

Look At Me I’m Sandra Dee

That evening I'm at Betty's house with the girls plus Kevin. We’re currently trying to catch gummy bears in our mouths

"Okay, I'm gonna try it" Betty says opening her mouth. Cheryl takes some gummy bears and trying to throw them into Betty's mouth

"Whoo" we all yell when she does it

"Okay, can we please order pizza from Little Cicero's?" Betty begs. Toni scoffs a little "guys it's not a sleep over without a greasy pizza. Right Kev?" We all look over at Kevin who's sat on Betty's window seat looking out

"Kev?" I sit up from my position on Betty's bed

"Sorry it's just... working on the variety show made me feel like I was reconnecting with pre farm Kevin” I frown feeling confused

“Long story” Toni says, still making me feel confused

“Mr Honey didn't just take that from me. He made me feel like I was nothing. Like I didn't matter" Kevin sighs looking back out of the window

"You know something that makes me feel better?" Betty says “make over”

"I hear what your saying Betty but I'm not sure

even a makeover will help" Kevin speaks. Kevin's words mean nothing and the girls all take out makeup and wigs. We all give each other a make overs and dress up.

“Everyone try this” Veronica takes out a bottle from her bag “this is mine and Cheryl’s rum. Try it” she hands the bottle to Betty who takes a sip. The bottle is passed around until it gets to me

“Oh no I’m ok thank you though”

“Come on just a sip” Cheryl encourages

“Hey if she doesn’t want to don’t pressure her” Betty defends me

“It’s just we have school tomorrow and I don’t…”

“You don’t drink?” Cheryl asks. I shake my head no “ok fine but your missing out” she goes to take the bottle from my hands

“Ok wait. Just a little sip can’t hurt right?” I take the tiniest sip which causes me to cough

“Should have warned you it may burn a little” Cheryl shrugs

“Hey YN why don’t you try out for the cheer team. We’re all on it” Josie says

“Oh I don’t know I’m not that good”

“That’s ok, Cheryl can help can’t you?”

“I can?”

“Look I don’t want to be a bother so…”

“No it’s fine. You wanna hang with us, you gotta be like us”

“I’m going to wash off my makeup” I tell the girls and head into Betty’s bathroom. When I return though I hear Josie saying some horrible things

“Are you making fun of me Josie?”

“If the shoe fits” Josie says getting up

“She’s just jealous because a few summers ago her and Sweet Pea had a fling. She didn’t want to go public and so he moved on” Cheryl says

“Whatever”

The following day I enter the gym while no one else is in there to practice and stretch. I try to go down into the spilts, like Cheryl showed me, but I get a little stuck

“Hey YN” I gasp hearing Sweet Pea’s voice behind me

“Hi” I feel his arms around me lifting me up

“Since when we’re you a cheerleader?”

“Oh Veronica said I should” I walk away from him, not wanting to be close by him

“Hey your not upset about yesterday are you? Couldn’t you tell I was glad to see ya?”

“Well you could have been a little nicer to me in front of your friends”

“You don’t know them. Especially Reggie. If it were up to me I wouldn’t look at another girl”

“Well it is up to you”

“Cheryl’s having a party Friday night. Why don’t you come with me, so I can make it up to you”

“Fine but you’ve got some making up to do” I say crossing my arms. Sweet Pea walks over to me, he moves a stray hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear

“Hey guys” Josie says walking over. Sweet Pea and I move away from one another

“Sweet Pea my mom said you should come over for dinner again tomorrow night” Josie says emphasising the words ‘again’

“Pea?” I frown “why were you at hers? You just said…”

“I know what I just said. I was only there for homework”

“You know what I can’t wait wait to make a good impression on those cute letterman’s”

“Oh so that’s the real reason your wearing that”

“Don’t tell me your jealous Sweet Pea” I pout

“What? me jealous? I don’t get jealous”

“Fine so you won’t mind me cheering in front of the bulldogs”

“Na”

“Good”

“Good”

“Fine”

“Fine”

“Hmm” I turn and leave the gym.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Instrument

@jegulus-microfic March 18 Word count 740

Previous part First part

They wandered through the deserted corridors of Hogwarts Castle, after Sirius and Remus, up to the seventh floor. They stopped beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his disastrous attempt to teach trolls ballet. 

“Right, everyone stand still and try not to think anything too hard,” Sirius ordered as he started to pace back and forward, muttering under his breath with his eyes screwed shut. 

Regulus opened his mouth to ask Sirius what he was playing at when a door began to materialise in the previously blank stretch of wall. 

Sirius stopped moving and grinned at the others. “May I introduce you to the Room of Requirement!” He gestured proudly at the door behind him. He flung the door open, and they filed in. 

The room beyond was enormous. Piles of broken furniture towered to the ceiling in precarious piles, and mountains of other lost treasures and broken objects littered the room.”

“It’s like a dragon’s nest,” Lily said, awed by the amount of stuff in the room. “A dragon that hoards rubbish instead of treasure.”

“Pretty shit, dragon.” Barty cackled as he peered into one of the closest piles and drove his hand into the middle of it. 

“Barty, you’re gonna knock it over!” Evan cried as he uselessly fluttered his hands in the air, not wanting to touch Barty in case he caused the pile to topple. Barty pulled his hand back, bringing with it a strange horn-like instrument.

“I always wanted a Dissimulator, but father wouldn’t let me get one.” He blew on the end, and a loud, obnoxious blaring sound emitted from the end of the horn along with puffs of green and gold-coloured smoke. 

Regulus stormed over and took it from Barty’s hands.

“No,” He said angrily. He went to throw it as far as he could into the room, but James grabbed it from his hand before he could. 

“Don’t be mean, Reg,” Regulus turned and glared at James. 

“If we don’t stop him now, he will play that thing until the day he dies just to annoy us.”

“He’s not wrong.” Barty snickered, not expecting to get his new toy back. Regulus grumbled. 

“You can have it back once we have the diadem and are safely back at Rosier House.” When he didn’t get any objections, he continued. “Right, do we all know what the diadem looks like?” Everyone nodded their heads, full attention on Regulus. “Okay, It’s somewhere in this room, so let’s find it.” 

They split up, searching their sections for the adornment. 

“Regulus!” Remus called across the room. They all immediately rushed over to where Remus had stopped. There, on top of an old cupboard worn by the bust of an unknown warlock in a dusty wig, sat the diadem. 

Regulus, Remus and Lily took over, forcing the others away so they could check for curses. Lily cast a few more charms that Regulus and Remus hadn’t thought of and decided together that it was probably safe to pick up. 

“I mean, it hasn’t been hidden very well, and it’s not been placed carefully. I feel like he might have been in a rush to get rid of it.” Lily thought aloud as Regulus reached to take the diadem from the bust.

“Helena could probably sense it and was trying to find him,” Pandora added, looking sadly at the beautiful tiara. 

“Bit sloppy, though,” Evan said as he squinted around the room. “Plenty of better hiding places to hide it in here, that,” He pointed at the bust. “Is a shit place to leave it.”

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—“ Barty started saying. 

“I swear if you say arrogant bastard one more time, I’m going to curse your dick off!” Regulus said over his shoulder at his friend. Barty moved his hands to cover himself and closed his mouth before quietly going to stand behind Evan. 

“Oi, don’t use me as a shield!” Evan complained.

Regulus turned the diadem over in his hands. It was definitely Ravenclaws. Engraved on it was Ravenclaw’s motto, ‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.’ He pocketed it. 

“Let’s get out of here before we’re caught.” 

They cast their disillusionment charms before they left the room of requirement apart from James, who threw his cloak over himself again, and they left the room exactly as they found it less one diadem and to everyone’s, apart from Barty’s, disdain a Dissimulator.    

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[bjfinn]

THE TRIAL OF OTHO FENLOCK

TW: mention of suicide

"W-where am I?" Otho asked, looking around in trepidation. He strained futilely against the manacles that chained his wrists to the stone wall at his back.

"Welcome to the In-Between," Beej told him. "Think of it as kind of a no-man's-land between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Since you're not dead -- yet -- I can't take you to the Netherworld, and most of the witnesses are dead, so they can't go Topside."

"You can't do this!" Otho protested. "I have an appointment with my manicurist at three!"

"When I'm done with you," Beej said, scowling, "the only nails you'll be worrying about will be the ones keeping your coffin-lid shut."

Pac cleared his throat. "Uh, Beej ... what am I doing here?"

"You're the judge."

"Me??? "

"Well, I can't do it," Beej said. "He could have the verdict overturned because of, uhh ..."

"Judicial bias?" Pac suggested.

Beej smiled broadly and winked at him. "See?" he said. "You'll do great!"

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Pac was seated at a desk on a raised dais. He was wearing a judicial robe and a ridiculously ornate white powdered wig, and looked for all the world like a younger, befuddled Rumpole of the Bailey.

"I refuse to play along with this ... this charade!" Otho exclaimed. He was now in the defendant's box, hands cuffed in front of him.

"I don't think you have much choice, buddy," Pac said. Truth be told, this guy was starting to piss him off, and even though Pac didn't know what this "trial" was all about, he was already inclined to believe Beej.

"That's right, Kevin! " Beej snarled, striding over to his captive. He raised the baton that had appeared in his fist. "Now shut your yap, or I'll --"

"The, uh ... prosecution will refrain from threatening the defendant," Pac said in his best "judge" voice.

Beej scowled sullenly, but backed down.

"Okay, uh ... opening statements, I guess," Pac said. "The prosecution will go first."

"Thank you, your Honour," Beej said. "And may I say that you look hot in that robe."

"Get on with it," Pac scowled.

"Okay, okay," the demon sighed. "Right. So, uh .... we are gathered here today to hold this man --" he pointed dramatically at Otho -- "accountable for his crimes against humanity, ghost-kind ... and me specifically."

Otho scoffed. "You? What did I ever do to you? "

Beej stormed over to him and leaned in until their noses were almost touching. "YOU TRIED TO EXORCISE ME!!!" he roared, his hair scarlet.

Otho threw his head back, grimacing in disgust. He waved a hand in front of his face. "Can you blame me?" he asked. "Your breath alone is a crime! Not to mention your fashion sense. I mean, stripes? Really??? That's sooo last century!"

"I like stripes!" the demon retorted. "Lots of people like stripes!"

"Beej," Pac warned. "Focus."

"He started it!"

"Okay, uh ... the defendant will refrain from insulting the prosecution's clothing."

"Or his breath," Beej added.

Pac sighed. "Or his breath."

"Or his --"

"Or anything else," Pac said quickly.

Beej nodded, mollified. "As I was saying," he continued, scowling at Otho, "I will prove -- beyond the shadow of a doubt -- that the defendant did willfully and with malice aforethought steal from his victims --"

"It's not my fault that people like to give me things," Otho said.

"-- used his position of influence to satisfy his carnal desires --"

"You're one to talk."

"-- drove people to suicide --"

"Some people are beyond help," the ersatz guru put in. "I can't be held responsible."

"-- knowing that they would be condemned to civil service in the Netherworld!" He turned to Pac. "It's a shitty deal -- believe me, I know. That's why I stopped Lydia from throwing herself off the roof."

"I thought it was 'cause you needed her to say --" Pac began.

"You say tomato, I say GUILTY!" the demon replied, whirling to point a finger at the defendant. "It's as plain as the knock-off suit he's wearing!"

Otho gasped in horror. "This is a custom Armani, I'll have you know!"

"I request a summary judgement," Beej said.

"I-I don't know if it's a knock-off," Pac demurred. "I buy mostly second-hand."

"You always look hot, though," Beej told him.

"Thanks," Pac said, grinning.

"The prosecution will refrain from buttering up the judge," Otho frowned.

"Hey!" Pac exclaimed. "You don't make the rules, pal!" Then he sighed. "The defendant has a point, though. No more buttering me up -- either of you."

He looked at Otho. "The defence will proceed with their opening statement."

"I'm innocent."

"And?"

"And that's all," Otho said, crossing his legs and resting his hands loosely on his knee. "What else is there to say?" He pursed his lips smugly.

Pac sighed heavily. I really don't like this guy, he thought to himself. "I don't think you get it," he said. "If Beej wins, you'll be ..." he looked at the demon. "What happens if you win?"

"I take him to the Netherworld."

"I thought only the dead were allowed to go there," Pac said.

Beej nodded eagerly, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Right. And, uh ... what happens to him there?"

The demon shrugged. "Depends on who gets ahold of him," he replied. "But it won't be pleasant! Well, not for him, anyway!"

" 'Depends on who ...'? Uhh, never mind." Pac shook his head. "Hear that?" he said to Otho. "It's not gonna be good. So you better say more than just 'I'm innocent'."

Otho's bottom lip began to tremble. "I ... I never meant to hurt anyone," he said. "I just ... I just wanted to help people. Spiritually, you know? I mean, so many people are searching for answers in this crazy world, looking for meaning, for purpose." He took a deep, overly dramatic breath. "It's not my fault that they wanted to give me all their money."

"Did you ask them to?" Pac queried.

"I simply told them that ... donations were welcome to help with administrative costs."

"Like a fancy new car," Beej sneered, "and a fancy new wardrobe, and a fancy new --"

"Okay, okay," Pac said. "Let him talk."

"In order to be successful, you have to look successful," Otho explained. "No one is going to listen to somebody who looks like ... like ... a stoner -- no offence, your Honour."

"None taken," Pac frowned.

"Objection!" Beej yelled. "The defence is buttering up the judge!"

"Uhh, no, he's really not," Pac told him. "He just called me a stoner, and implied that I dress like a loser."

"Oh," the demon said. "Yeah, right. Well ... the defence is insulting the judge! Off with his head!"

"No! No offing with his head!"

"I'm filing a motion of judicial incompetence!"

"Hey! This was your idea, pal -- I never asked to be here! Now, settle down!"

Beej grumbled, but said nothing.

"Okay," Pac said. "Let's get on with it -- call your first witness."

Beej snapped his fingers, and suddenly a young woman was sitting in the witness box.

"Hi," Pac said to her. "Uhh ... please state your name."

She leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "Anne Butler."

"Permission to treat the witness as hostile, your Honour," Beej said.

"What? Why?"

"For fun."

"Beej ..."

"Okay, okay," the demon scowled. "Party pooper." He approached the witness box with a sheaf of papers in his hands. "Hey, how you doing?" he said. "Nice to meet you. I'm BJ -- or Beej. Your choice. Maybe later we could --"

"Get on with it," Pac sighed -- he was rapidly losing patience with this whole situation.

"Uh, yeah. Right." The demon cleared his throat dramatically. "Now then, Ms Butler -- how did you meet the defendant?"

"I ... I was in a bad place," she began. "I'd just broken up with my fiancé, the place I worked was laying people off and I was sure I'd be next, my dad was diagnosed with cancer ..."

"Sounds rough," Beej cut in. "So you were feeling vulnerable."

Anne nodded. "I saw a notice about a new group that was starting -- so I called the number to find out more, and they told me that the first meeting was that Saturday, and it was only twenty bucks, no obligation. So ... I went. I mean, what did I have to lose -- besides twenty bucks and a couple of hours, right?

"Anyway, there were a bunch of people there, and Otho was in charge. He seemed to genuinely care about us, you know? About what we were going through."

"Scumbag," Beej muttered.

"Beej," Pac warned.

"Sorry, your Honour." He turned back to the witness. "What happened in this meeting?"

"He led us in a ... a prayer, I guess you'd call it -- but we weren't praying to God. More like we were asking the universe for guidance, I guess. It was kinda strange, really, but I figured why not? It's not like God was paying attention."

"Yeah, He can be a real piece of shit," Beej nodded. "He's always like 'Oh, I love my children, they're my treasures, you guys can come to me whenever you need help', but then when you do he's like 'Whoops, sorry -- I just gotta take this call, and I'll get back to you on that' -- and then He never does. Just like the deadbeat dad He is -- am I right, or am I right?"

"Objection," Otho said. "The prosecution is ... well, he's leading the witness off-track. She's supposed to be testifying against me! "

Pac looked at him incredulously. "Really, dude? You're pissed that she's not? "

Otho looked nonplussed. "Well, it's my trial."

"Bring it back on track, Beej," Pac sighed.

"Uh, yeah -- right. Sorry. It's just that it's a bit of a sore point for me, you know? My dad took off before I was born, and then when I finally managed to track him down you know what he said? He said, 'Tough luck, kid -- I never wanted to be a father anyway.' I mean, what kind of bastard says that to his own kid, for crissakes? And my mom -- oh, don't get me started on her! She was the worst! One time she --"

"Beej!"

The demon bit his lip and looked down at his feet. "Sorry. Uh ... where was I?"

"You were asking the witness about how she met Otho," Pac reminded him.

"Right. So Otho was in charge of the meeting."

Anne nodded. "After the ... prayer he had us all tell about what was going on with our lives -- why we'd come. It felt good to talk about it, you know? So I decided to keep going to the meetings.

"Anyway, he got us to start meditating, and taught us about crystals --"

"Crystals?" Beej asked.

"How different kinds of crystals attract different kinds of spiritual energy -- I know it sounds really crazy, but it made sense, you know? Anyway, he'd sell us the crystals and candles we needed --"

"He sold you pretty rocks and scented wax."

"Well, yeah -- but it's not like you can just find them lying around on the street, right? I mean, he had to buy them first."

Otho nodded, trying his best to look the picture of innocence.

"Anyway," Anne continued, "as time went on there was always another crystal or candle we needed to get, and they got more and more expensive."

"I had to cover my costs," Otho interjected.

Pac shot him a warning look.

"How much money did he end up taking?" Beej asked.

"Nearly $15,000 -- all the money I had!" Anne replied, burying her face in her hands and sobbing. "That's ... that's when I decided to ... to ... I took a bunch of sleeping pills."

"And now you're a civil servant in the Netherworld."

Anne nodded.

"And it's all because of this guy!" the demon exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Otho. "He drove you to suicide, knowing what would happen to you after! You must really hate him."

"Well, I --"

"You must wanna see his guts ripped out."

"Um ..."

"You must wanna see him flayed alive, his eyes poked out, his head on a pike! His liver eaten by hideous birds! His flesh burned with acid! His --"

"Beej!"

Beej shook himself. "Uh, sorry, your Honour -- guess I got a little carried away for a sec." He turned back to Anne. "One last question -- did he ever, you know ..." He made a circle with his thumb and index finger and quickly slid his other index finger in and out, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Anne nodded, distraught.

"It's okay," the demon said. "Tell us all about it."

"Come on, man!" Pac sighed.

"We need to hear every detail about what he did to her!" Beej protested.

"You just wanna get your rocks off!"

"Is that so wrong??? "

Pac sighed and turned to the witness. "Was it, uh ... consensual?"

"Yeah, I -- I guess. I mean, I didn't really want to, but he said it was an important part of the healing process."

"How was it?" Beej asked. "I bet he's got a small dick -- a tiny little thing, no bigger than a --"

"I object!" Otho exclaimed. "I'll have you know that I am very well-endowed, thank you very much!"

"Really? Well, I think the court should have proof! Drop your pants!"

"No!" Pac shouted. "No one's dropping their pants!" He took a deep breath. "The witness is excused -- thank you, Ms Butler."

''But I'm not done questioning her," Beej protested.

"Call your next witness."

"Wait," Otho said. "When do I get my turn?"

"You're the defendant!" Beej told him. "You don't get to ask questions!"

"Uh, he's also acting as his own lawyer," Pac pointed out.

"That's not my problem."

"All right -- you may question the witness."

Beej scowled. "I'm gonna file a writ when this is over!"

"Yeah, you do that," Pac chuckled. He looked at Otho. "Go ahead, ask your questions."

"I, uh ... I don't actually have any questions for this witness at this time, your Honour," he admitted. "I just wanted to make sure that I could."

Pac frowned. "Okay, then -- next witness."

*****

And so it went. Witness after witness was called to testify, and Pac found his hands full just trying to prevent Beej from making a circus of the whole thing. Otho, for his part, spent his time alternately making snarky comments, sobbing, and coming up with lame excuses for his actions.

"Any more witnesses?" Pac asked wearily.

"Just one more, your Honour," Beej said. "The prosecution calls Delia Deetz to the stand."

Delia appeared suddenly in the witness box, looking a bit dishevelled. "What the hell -- BJ? Otho! "

"Hey, Mom," Beej said.

"BJ, what's going on? What am I doing here?"

"Otho's on trial," he explained. "And you're my last witness."

"On trial??? BJ, what are you doing?"

"He hurt a lot of people -- including you. He should pay for that." Beej took her hand in his. "You just tell your story, and he'll get what's coming to him -- I promise."

"BJ, no -- I ... I can't. I won't help you hurt him. He's still my friend."

"But he hurt you!"

"Yes," she nodded. "Yes, he did. But if he hadn't ... I never would have moved to New York. I never would have met Charles, or Lydia. And so I never would have come to Connecticut with them ... and I never would have met you. And I wouldn't have become your mom."

Beej's face fell -- he hadn't considered that.

"Otho has done a lot of bad things, but it's only because he did those things that you're part of our family," she said. "I think you should let karma deal with him."

The side of Beej's mouth twitched.

"Beej?" Pac asked. "What do you wanna do?"

The demon let out a loud sigh and snapped his fingers, freeing Otho. The ersatz guru rubbed his wrists.

"You're free to go," the demon told him.

"Really?" Otho sneered. "Not even an apology?"

"Otho, darling," Delia hissed, "shut the hell up before he changes his mind!"

Beej snapped his fingers again and Otho disappeared, transported back to the land of the living.

"Thank you, BJ," Delia said. "It was the right thing to do."

"I only let him go because of you," he told her.

"I know, honey. Now, how about you take us all back home?"

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Looking for an Alliance

Part 4

Are You District or Capitol?

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@agentxx92

Sitting at the foot of my bed in the fancy bedroom I just silently stared at the wall. My stomach was twisting in intense nervous knots wishing I was somewhere else. Wishing that we weren’t back home just staying away from the Capitol. I had managed to hide for so long I felt trapped here more than I ever did when I would hide on the Reaping days until a few days ago. Hearing three knocks on my locked door I got up from my spot on the bed. “What are you doing here, dad?”

“You’re mother and I want to talk some things out with you.” He explained in a long Grey tea shirt and some black pants standing in the hallway.

I clicked my tongue not sure where this would go but agreed nonetheless. “Okay. I guess it's about time I meet my mother.”

My father and I went down the hallway and into the open living room with a lot of light being provided through the large windows. “My sweet dear, I would first like to apologize for the horrible state your father must have raised you in.” My mother Effie spoke up before we had even sat down on the couches.

“I may have drank around her but I never endangered her life while doing it. I took the best care that I could manage.” My father started talking to her.

She rolls her eyes wearing a pink wig and a dress to almost match its color that was all poofy too. “You say that now but she might have just spared your feelings.”

“When you come home after winning the games and your entire family is killed a few days later then we'll talk about what I spared her from!” He raised his tone, clutching the alcohol glass he held in his hands.

She went to respond but closed her mouth. “Haymitch, I-”

“So what did you need to talk to me about or is this what you meant by talking, angrily yelling how the other would've messed up my life.” I swore the tension in the room could be cut with a knife if you tried showing there was definitely history between these two.

My father shifted next to me on the couch. “I was thinking that you should start making some allies here. I don't know why Snow wants you but we should be prepared for the worst.”

“The worst being he throws me into the arena.” I gulped the end fabric of my shirt I had on. “So who should I start with first?”

He picked up the tv remote turning it on showing me the District 4 Reaping zooming in on Mags and Finnick. “I'd suggest Mags. She's a sweet elderly woman and is a mute unfortunately though.”

“I'll figure something out. What about the Capitol Darling?” I decided to use the nickname he had mentioned to Peeta, Katniss and I the other day.

My mother clasped her hands together in joy. “Ohhh. He's quite charming.”

“I'll talk with him and I'll do my best to convince him to help you out.” Dad touched my shoulder before I nodded leaving them there heading to the training area.

Walking around I didn't focus on what Katniss and Peeta were doing considering I wasn't experienced in any of this stuff. Finding a station that had ropes hanging on it I shrugged my shoulders deciding to start there. Picking up the rope the screen showed the direction to follow so I started folding it under and over until I felt someone move their hands over mine. "What the hell!" I jumped back elbowing whoever it was in the rib.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I am really sorry, blossom." Spinning around I saw that it was Finnick Odair. He sends me a cheeky smile now holding the rope that I was holding in his hands.

Crossing my arms over my chest I take a step back away from him. I had my hair in a ponytail where some of it fell over my shoulder. "What do you want, Capital darling. You should know better than to sneak up on someone."

"Well yes I do know that. Now we should talk about what your skills are in the arena." He nodded where my eyes drifted down to the ways he was moving the rope into a knot. "Let me show you the best knot to know in the games."

"Why do you think I want your help. For all I know the second we get in the games I am the first person you go after." I scoffed under my breath glaring at him trying to remember that my father said there is no trust in the games. You had to look out for yourself and that's it.

Finnick stepped closer to me pausing his actions on the knot where we were almost pressing up against each other. "If I wanted you to be the first one dead I wouldn't be willing to help you. It may be hard for you to believe right now but not all the carriers are assholes..not really anyway."

"I....I'm sorry Finnick." I couldn't form a sentence because I was too focused on his eyes. I could see that they were watering meaning that he was telling the truth.

He sniffed changing his demeanor when he saw that Katniss was watching us from affair. Turning my head back to focus on him he sent me a smile and a chuckle. "Alright now this is where it can get quite complicated..don't look at me. Look at the knot."

"Sorry." I apologized softly seeing that he had finished the knot.

He then put it over his neck like he was hanging himself holding the rope out to me. "You want to take me down for a walk, blossom?"

"I'm good...why do you call me blossom exactly?" I questioned meeting his gaze when he removed the rope from around his neck.

He stepped up where he dropped his hands down at his sides, sending me a smile walking away. "Cause you came out as a surprise to everyone in the districts.” He slowly began walking away towards the elevators.

"I wouldn't trust him if I were you. He is very skilled at tricking people." I closely watched him walk away until Katniss walked up to me, arms crossed over her chest, sending me a look I couldn't read.

Shaking my head at her I turned back towards the knot that he had done and attempted to repeat what he had shown me. "The only secret that I had is known by the whole country now. I am gonna need any help I can get." She walked away where I huffed feeling more nervous of the days leading up to the games.

Standing there for a few after she had walked away I noticed that Finnick had hit the elevator button about to leave. “Finnick, wait a second! I - um - could you try and find out why Snow wants me here. If not I understand with the games things are different-”

“I'll do my best, Ariyne.” He flashed me a grin and I hated to admit that I enjoyed the way he said my name with that tone of voice.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[piracytheorist]

OKAY

I think it says a lot about my job that I was able to concentrate on it today and completely forget we GOT TRAILER

It was a mistake to check tumblr first thing in the morning, before I even got out of bed, but in my defense, I didn't expect it would drop at such a day and time! But anyway I did jump off of bed, turned on my laptop and recorded my face as I watched it. I needed to have that memorized XD

So, spoilers about the trailer below, and my own predictions about what each scene could be for! Reminder that I'm anime only, but have read the chapter that the first episode (probably) is based on, so for the most part I know what's going on, but for the rest I'm very much NOT aware :D Don't spoil me please :D

FAKE FAMBLY IS BACK

Manipulative Anya at her best! We love our gremlin!

Oh he's looking good :D

I fucking love this image. Look at Twilight pouting in the background. He doesn't understand why a child finds news boring.

WE GOT BLOOD WE GOT THORN PRINCESS IN ACTION LET'S GOOOOO

your honour I love him. Why does he look like he's ready to cry!

Ok from a first hearing the OP song sounds super cool. I feel like it's got "Mixed Nuts" vibes and I love it! I gotta look it up later!

Jeez Loid. Woman just woke up. Is that how he honeypoted all of his other missions?

Yor having a meltdown in the foreground and Anya being cute waking up in the background <3 I love my fake fambly <3

... okay. That's how his honeypots worked.

Yellow roses, if I'm correct, symbolize friendship. Interesting.

This is going to be a disaster and I cannot wait. Also I'm spotting Anya and Franky doing a horrible job at hiding in the left pic XD

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Anya's voice say "Moja-Moja" :')

Very sneaky. Much hiding. Wow. There's no way Franky thought this was working XD

The way all of this could have been solved with a "I tripped down the stairs and fell on my butt and now it hurts to sit" but hey we're getting a funny date how can I ask for more

Also the way Yor says that line my god

I am so ready for more Yor you have no idea

I gotta say, showing this moment is perfect for anime-onlies who haven't actually read this specific chapter. Loid just looks worried and Yor looks enraged. So many feelings for this episode XD

Are those macarons? What were the fucking chances that yesterday I went like "Next morning I'm gonna pass by that bakery that makes macarons". I haven't had macarons in years, yet I see one (1) advertisement about that bakery and its macarons and I go like yeah why not. Macarons. And now this. The fuck.

GREMLIN ANYA IS BACK

Honestly, her face in official merch is always a :D face with an almost unnaturally big smile all the time that I've missed her silly little face.

AH I WAS SENT THAT AS A MANGA SCREENSHOT!

Are those playing cards she's throwing? And is she reading someone's mind? I don't even care if she's cheating, good for you girl

Yeah, buddy, welcome to the real world.

I remember that line from the end of the bullet-in-butt date chapter, and I gotta admit I don't really like it... but the way Eguchi delivers it makes me think he's not like "Women amirite" but more like "All my years of training did not prepare me for how people are like in their day to day lives because spy training has skewed my perception of day to day 'normal'" and that's perfectly valid.

But also what the fuck is happening here. What is that cat. Why is Yor about to Thorn-Princess it. What.

So Anya goes on a studying rampage, fails, and ends up crying on her penguin?

This only made me sad, what the fuck. It looks like Loid and Yor are looking at her failing grades, and Anya is disappointed in herself. I will don my clown wig again and say "If Loid doesn't go and reassure her so help me GOD"

I... don't like the ending theme song. But that's mostly a matter of taste, I guess.

Aw.

They dare throw this to anime onlies when they know we won't get romantic canon twiyor content until three to five business years from now at least

The assassin group... I'm supposing he means the one Yor works for? How long does "for a while now" mean? Wasn't Yor working for them since she was a teenager caring for Yuri?

In any case, wow that's a very intense visual.

omg omg omg

from the colour and the angle this looks like a vision Bond has. Loid and Yor are smiling and blushing but why does it make me feel sad!!

I don't know if it's because of what is said in that moment (they look like unrelated scenes since the line is being said by a woman who I'm guessing is a fellow assassin working with Yor or something) but then there's this

And we just don't see Yor like that often, if at all in the anime so far.

What is Franky wearing? It looks like a military jacket or something. I wonder if that's just stylistic choice or it's something more important.

*snorts laugh*

Gotta admit, from a few tidbits here and there it looks like Twilight is finally gaining some more understanding of himself and his situation... but the way he says that just makes me think that realization makes him more concerned than anything else.

So I can say with conviction this did fix something in me. Though I guess the first episode will be the bullet-in-butt date, so it will take me another week to go into new territory. But! Bullet-in-butt date in 12 days! And new cool stuff to look for later on! I'm so happy!

(Again, I don't want spoilers for any of these. Just let me have my fun speculating :D)

screenshots taken from the unofficially subtitled trailer here!

[alicesbread]

Lil Bea x Ich fanfic I just wrote at 3 am becouse yeah (TW: Self harm, vomiting and self image issues).

I could feel their eyes on me. Everyone was staring, but not in the way I wanted. They were horrified. Shocked. Speechless. I didn't understand why, and for the longest time, I didn't understand what was going on. Maxim yelled at me, and I froze for some seconds, before I ran upstairs as quick as I could.

I felt horrible. I felt a weird pain in my chest, and cried as I felt the need to throw up. I closed the door of my room behind me, letting the tears roll down my cheeks, as I threw the wig on the bed. The dress. The stupid dress. This was supposed to be a wonderful, memorable night, but now, it was ruined. I felt like a fool as I went into the bathroom, and knelt down in front of the toilet, nauseous as I cried. I don't know how much time I spent throwing up and crying. It felt like the longest, and most horrible time.

I scratched my arms as I cried, until i peeled off some of my skin, and I started bleeding. There were many bleeding spots, and it hurt like hell, just like my burning throat. But I didn't care about that all. I was a fool. A total idiot. After I totally emptied my stomach and had nothing left to vomit, I just sat in the corner, hugging myself and crying until I had no tears left, shaking in pain and fear.

I felt my heart stop for a brief second as someone knocked at the door. I was scared. Genually scared. I was supposed to be the main character of the party, and I was supposed to be downstairs, greeting people and celebrating. I looked horrible. Devastated. My heart raced, and I remained silent as my anxiety grew bigger and bigger. I just wanted to dissapear completely. Then, the person outside my room finally spoke up.

–Darling? Are you alright? It's me, Bee, can I come in?

Her voice, normally firm and kind of masculine, sounded very soft, and I could hear her concern. Oh, Beatrice. What would she think of me now? I looked pathetic. I remained silent, still shaking. After some seconds, she opened the door. At first she looked around, not seeming to find me in my room. I sighed.

–I'm here...

I said, almost in a whisper. She quickly heard me, and walked into the bathroom. I still remember the concern on her face as she saw me there, on the floor, looking like a total mess. She covered her mouth with her hands, as she quickly knelt down in front of me.

–Oh, dear...

Her eyes were sweet, and full of concern. I felt my heart break a little when she looked at me like that. She quickly hugged me, with one of her big, bear hugs. I didn't complain at all.

–I'm so sorry, dear... You couldn't have known...

She explained to me that Rebecca had worn that same dress to the costume ball the year before her death, and I suddenly understood everything. I felt even worse. Rebecca. Always Rebecca.

–Oh my God... I'm such an idiot, I should have known...

She quickly shook her head, still hugging me.

–No, of course not... You didn't know, it's not your fault...

She stayed there for a while, as I enjoyed her gentleness and warmth. She finally pulled away and looked at me again, even more worried. She caressed my cheek.

–Dear, have you been throwing up? You look so pale...

That's how she was. Beatrice did not have filters, and she didn't hide her thoughts. For once, I thanked that quality in her. I nodded slowly. She sighed, concerned.

–Oh, you poor thing... You must have been feeling very bad, sorry for not coming before, there was so many people...

I shook my head.

–It's okay, don't worry about It...

She looked down, thinking for a second, before sighing again.

–Alright... Come on, we need to clean you up, you're a mess, darling. Brush your teeth, I'll get the bath ready and pick another dress you can wear. You'll eat something downstairs, alright?

I nodded slowly.

–Thank you, Bee...

She cupped my face with her hands, and kissed my forhead.

–No need. Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up.

I did as she said and brushed my teeth. I didn't realize how much I had vomited, for now that I was finally a bit more calm, I noticed the emptyness in my stomach. She picked a pretty dress from my wardrobe, and filled the bathtub with warm water. We stood silent for a while, as she carefully helped me to remove my dress. I suddenly felt very ashamed for having her see my body. I didn't like It.

I think she saw that, somehow. She was very perceptive.

–Oh, come on, don't be like that. You don't need to be ashamed, you're pretty just like this, dear.

I don't know why, but Beatrice's compliments were better than any other person's. Becouse she was always honest (maybe a little too much), so whenever she said a good thing, I knew she meant it. I knew it was true in her eyes. I tried my best to smile, before stepping into the bathtub, and letting out a small sigh as the warm water touched my skin.

I closed my eyes, trying to just forget everything. Now, it was just me and her, her and me. And she was not an enemy. She was by my side. She was my friend. That thought helped me calm down a little. She helped me wash myself, and I found myself comforted by the gentle touch of her fingers on my skin. It felt very nice. She suddenly noticed the wounds on my arms, and her eyes widened in concern.

–Oh... Oh my god, dear, did you...? Oh my... These look horrible...

And there it was, my poor Bee being extremely honest once again. But... Somehow in the good sense. She looked at me, with those brown, deep eyes of hers. They were more tender and careful than Maxim's, and in other situation, they would have been happier, as well.

–Did you... Do this to yourself...?

I felt a hint of guilt in my chest. I didn't realize how much I had been scratching myself, and now that I looked at it, it was a pretty big thing. It hurt. I nodded slowly.

–I'm sorry...

My voice was very weak and quiet, but I couldn't help it. I felt like a small kid that's been caught doing something bad. For a second, I was scared that she would be mad at me. But my thoughts vanished when I felt her hand gently on my arm.

–Please... Don't be sorry. It's... It's not your fault. Just... Don't keep doing things like this, okay? Don't hurt yourself anymore.

I nodded slowly, and she sighed. She went to take a small emergency kit that she always carried with her, and started treating my wounds. It hurt, and I flinched a couple of times. But her touch was very gentle and careful, and she finally finished and put some bandaids on my wounds, after cleaning them.

–Thank you.

I smiled slightly, and I whispered. She smiled a little bit as well. Then our smiles faded. We stayed like that for some time, just enjoying the silence and the calm, between eachother. I don't know how it happened. Or when, or why. But just a few seconds after, I found my lips on hers. We were kissing.

It wasn't weird for friends to kiss, of course. We had kissed eachother before, but this time was different. We weren't greeting eachother, or saying goodbye to eachother. That kiss made no sense at all. We had no reason to kiss. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I simply craved affection from someone. But there I was. Her lips felt soft and warm against mine, and I felt my heart flutter and I realize how good her kisses actually felt.

There was no resistence. No protest. No surprise. She just kissed back, without any visible hesitation or doubt. I wrapped my arms around the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me as I kissed her. It felt like I was kissing her somehow... Hungrily. Like I was craving it. Like I needed it. I stopped questioning the why. The how. There was no reason, but I enjoyed it. I loved It. That's everything I needed to know to keep kissing her.

After we pulled away, there were many questions in my mind. Like why my cheeks felt so hot. Why I had liked it so much. Why my heart was racing like never before inside my chest. Why I felt like I was in heaven. And why I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

I looked up at her, nervously. How would she react? Was she as confused as I was? Was she mad? Was she disgusted? Not a word came out of her. But the slight scarlet color of her cheeks and her sweet smile said everything for her. We stood there for a while, and then we laughed.

(for the 2 people in the Bea x Ich community: you're welcome 💋💋/j i know this is shit i'm just eepy)(also my first language isn't English don't judge me)

[fivedayshakespeare]

1/1/2024-1/5/2024: Much Ado About Nothing

First of all, I think it's weird that Hero instantly forgives Claudio and marries him in spite of the way he treated her. His evidence of her "infidelity" was that he saw her talking to someone? And his response was to make the biggest scene possible right in the middle of the wedding? Come on, kid.

I realize things were different back then, but Beatrice specifically calls out both of those things, so I don't think things were THAT different. Claudio definitely wildly overreacted, but Hero still seems perfectly happy to marry him, as long as everyone in town clearly understands that she's a virgin.

Really, it's not the marriage that seems odd to me. The odd part is a few lines later, when both Hero and Claudio gleefully reveal Beatrice and Benedick's secret sonnets. You two have serious relationship issues you should be working on, but once the marriage happens they immediately retreat into being supporting characters for the actual stars of the play.

I've seen some analysis (now largely discredited, I think) that tries to make Claudio/Hero the stars and Benedick/Beatrice mere comic relief, but that flies in the face of the structure of the play. I think the couple that meets first and gets married last has to be the main objects of the plot, right? Or maybe not, because I guess by that rubric the main characters of A Midsummer Night's Dream would be Theseus and Hippolyta, who I regularly forget are even in the play.

When the Prince goes to Hero with the intention of wooing her for Claudio, he must have done an excellent job. Although I guess from Leonato's point of view, Hero has to marry the guy who spurned her if at all possible, to repair her (and thus Leonato's) reputation.

I watched the Kenneth Branagh and Joss Whedon versions while I was reading the play. They're both very good, I think. In Branagh, Emma Thompson and Michael Keaton are really excellent as Beatrice and Dogberry. In Whedon, I think Clark Gregg's Leonato impressed me the most. He felt the most fluent with Shakespeare. And there's a moment early on when Benedick is going on and on about Beatrice, and he says something to the effect of "Let's talk no more about her." Leonato just looks at the other character on screen until Benedick, of course, continues to talk about Beatrice. It's well acted and establishes that not only is Benedick clearly in love with Beatrice, but everyone knows it.

I was going to watch the David Tennant/Catherine Tate version, because I'm getting to the plays with multiple adaptations and I'm always fascinated by what changes are made (e.g. how many cuckold jokes get taken out) and the decisions by the actors. But I don't have time tonight, because RuPauls Drag Race is back. Aside: I think there is something interesting about Shakespeare and drag queens. Beatrice, after all, was played by a youth in a wig and a dress, and she definitely knew how to throw shade:

Benedick: God keep your ladyship still in that mind, so some gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratched face Beatrice: Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were

That is a read if I ever saw one.

Finally, I would like to reiterate my dislike of the current state of things where the only Shakespeare criticism you can easily find online is people summarizing the plots and providing essays for students to steal. I'm having to order books from like 1955, when it appears that people were writing actual criticism. On the plus side, I'm assembling an okay research library.

[buckyalpine]

Here’s the ask babe!

Like okay, I get it it’s pretty obvious that Bucky absolutely adores her. But what if those intrusive thoughts and insecurities get the best of her? After a couple of fucks here and there, she still thinks Bucky isn’t into her until one party. Bucky asks if she would like to be his date Bc he wants to show everyone his girl. And then she gets all flustered and confused like, wdym? You want me? As in me? You want to show me off?? Not to mention as YOUR girl?? Did we talk abt this? Are you kidding? Then blah blah blah feelings ensue then the party comes and Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off of her, and the plot twist of it all, she was also hot and bothered by bucky’s look. So as a thank you, she pulls Bucky to leave the party early and to bucky’s surprise? There’s a major freak inside her. Literally F R EEEE A K. FREAK LIKE ME YOU WANT A GOOD GIRL THAT DOES BAD THINGS KINDA GIRL JUST HER INITIATING ALL THE FILTHY SEX

Then some good love making lovin lovin 😭💗

18+

YEESS I remember when we talked about this and it made me feral. Here is my feral ass finally getting to write it I love this. SO MUCH. 

Horny horny Bucky is out of his cage with some smutty smut and fluffy fluffff 

-

It all started with you and Bucky being the last two awake after a team game night. At least it started off as a game night until almost everyone got hammered and trudged to their rooms one by one. Except you and Bucky. You continued to nurse a beer while Bucky sipped on the rest of the mead Thor had poured for him. He couldn’t help but glance over to you every so often, his eyes flicking to your bare legs, hardly covered by your tiny night shorts. The pulse in his veins started to travel down south and before he could stop himself, his mouth was already moving. 

“Y’know it’s still game night doll” He smirked, biting his lip while you peeked up at him through your lashes. The fact that you were so shy made him want you even more. Not just to fuck, he genuinely wanted you to be his but that would have to be an actual conversation for when he was sober. 

“Uh huh, what’s on your mind Barnes” You cocked your head, letting the alcohol give you a mini boost of confidence you’d never normally have around the super solider. His mischievous blue eyes twinkled, shifting closer to you till his thighs brushed against yours. 

“We could play another game?” He sounded hopeful and it made you curious because there were few games Bucky actually enjoyed playing. 

“And what game is that?”

“We could play Twister?” 

You could tell by the way he was chewing on his lip, there was more to this than he was letting on. “You really want to just play twister? Just the two of us?” You giggled while he shook his head, inching even closer to you. 

“We could make it a little interesting?”

“How so” 

“I mean we could fold the mat a little...so it’s a little more challenging...”

“And...?”

“Strip every time you slip or fall” He stated, his cock twitching in his sweats. This was 100% the alcohol controlling the squirrel in his brain but there was no going back now. His eyes flicked to the way you squeezed your thighs together, hesitating for a moment before quickly downing the rest of your beer. 

“Fine”

Bucky grinned, getting up to grab the box, spreading out the sheet and folding it slightly so it was a smaller area to play around. He grabbed the spinner, placing on the middle of the mat since there was no one else but you two. 

“Ladies first” He smirked while you shook your head, spinning the arrow, landing on left foot red. You both went back and forth with relative ease until it was your turn to move your hand and you twisted your body awkwardly. 

“Ooof”  Your ass hit the ground with a soft thumb while Bucky snorted, standing up and lifting you with him, his blue eyes still sparkling. 

“So what’s it gonna be” He wigged his eyebrows while you felt your body heat up, throwing him a smirk when you took off your earrings.

“Really? Your earrings?” He sassed while you shrugged, spinning the arrow for a new game. You had managed to last a little longer than the last game but tripped over Bucky’s foot which you swore wasn’t that close to you earlier. 

“You cheated” You huffed, contemplating on what to take off next. There really wasn’t much, you were only in your sleep shorts, an over sized t-shirt and your underwear. 

“Why would I do that doll” Bucky smiled innocently while you narrowed your eyes, smiling triumphantly, taking off a hair tie on your wrist. 

“There” You stuck your tongue out at him while he rolled his eyes, starting a new game. This time Bucky was the one who had fell down. He proudly took off one sock while you stared at him; he insisted it only had to be 1 article of clothing so his 1 sock was perfectly acceptable. Then he fell again. 

“It’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than me” You huffed, rolling your eyes as Bucky snorted, smugly taking off another sock.

“If you want to see me naked, just say it doll” He winked while you felt your face heat up, shaking your head.

“Shut up and spin” 

You both continued to spin, both your hearts racing wondering who would have to actually take something off first. You started to feel a little confident until you had to reach across the mat again. 

And you slipped. 

“So, what’s it gonna be now” Bucky gazed down at you, his voice had dropped several octaves.

You bit your lip, grabbing the hem of your shirt and tossing it over your head; you could have sworn you heard him growl as his eyes trailed up and down your body, blinking at the way your nipples faintly poked through your lounge bra. 

New game. He fell. 

His eyes were locked with yours as he threw his t-shirt off, rolling his shoulders back, his metal arm almost glowing under the soft low light of the living room. 

New game. He fell again, smirking as he took his sweats off, your eyes growing wide at the thick bulge that was straining against the fabric. 

New game. You fell. 

You hesitate for moment, keeping your eyes trained on your feel like you wiggled your sleep shorts off.  You stood in your bra and panties while he stood in his briefs. He hummed, not even bothering to hide the way his erection was practically throbbing. 

“Your turn princess, ready for another round?” He whispered, his heart rate picking up, eyes dark as you spun the arrow, your ass brushing right against his cock. He bit back a moan, lightly rolling his hips for more friction to tease you before moving his body around you as you called right hand green. His arm knocked against yours, slipping while he took you down with him. 

Your body landed on top of his, your eyes growing wide when he wrapped his arms around you and rolled your over so you were pinned under him. 

“You fell Barnes, I win” You sassed, squeaking when he rubbed his boner against your panties, smirking at the way you instinctively went to squeeze your thighs together, his waist in the way.

“You’re right baby, guess I gotta take this off, huh?” He straddled you, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his cock, the tip nearly brushing against your lips. You let out a soft moan, your eyes blown with lust, your panties soaked at the sight before you while he cocked his head, stroking his cock in front of your face. “Finish the game in my room?”

That night started it. It was fun. Nothing crazy, nothing complicated, the both of you occasionally fooling around. Sometimes Bucky would come by and hang out in your room, lingering around for longer than necessary until you both ended up on your bed making out. To taking your clothes off. To having your legs spread for him while he railed you with his cock. 

Every single time Bucky came over, he wanted to tell you he liked you, but he hoped you just already knew, his tongue getting tied in knots when he tried to bring up how he felt around you. What he didn’t know was you were equally head over heels crazy for him but you didn’t think he’d ever see you that way. 

You bit your tongue every time you wanted to tell him how much you adored him, how much you wanted him to be yours. Your hands itched when you wanted to cuddle him closer, desperately wanting to shove your face into his chest whenever you saw him. You wanted to curl up on him like a kitten and nap at any time of the day but you were limited to the few moments you had together after sex. 

*****

“Soo...”

“Soo?” You peeked up at Bucky through your lashes, comfortable snuggled in his arms after he had taken you apart with his mouth, He traced some imaginary shapes onto your spine making you shiver. 

“Stark’s having that party and I was hoping...” His cheeks blushed, biting his lip nervously before continuing, “Would you want to be my date doll?” 

You looked at him with wide eyes, pure disbelief etched across your face. You sat up slightly, blinking at him, “You want me to be your date? Are-are you sure? Me?”

“What do you mean sweets? Of course I do and of course you” Bucky pulled you closer to him, chuckling at your shocked expression. “Babygirl, I wanna show you off to everyone. Show everyone this beautiful doll that’s all mine that I adore so much. You’re my girl, baby” 

His girl.

Your cheeks  heated up, feeling giddy on the inside as he cupped your cheeks brining you close so he could peck a kiss to your lips. 

“I’d-I’d really love to, I just-I didn’t think you liked me like that” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, toying with the chain of his dog tags while he smiled, tilting your chin to look at him. 

“Why wouldn’t I like you angel, you’re the best thing to even happy to me” He rolled over on top of you, peppering you with a hundred kisses while you giggled, spending the rest of the day thinking about what you were going to wear. 

Party Night 

Bucky scanned the crowd, trying to spot you, his eyes growing wide when he realized it was you sitting by the bar. 

The moment his eyes landed on you, he knew he was fucked. You had no right to look like that. You had always favored your comfy clothes even during party nights, typically going to pants and a cute top over wearing a dress. Until tonight. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, approaching the barstool you were seated at, his eyes trailing from your pretty heels, the delicate strap wrapping around your ankles, up to the soft glow of your legs, a light shimmer covering your body. The thigh high split of your dress made his cock jump, thinking about how easy it could be for him to slip his hands in between-

Fuck. 

The silky material of your dress wrapped perfectly around your body as he couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck you with it on or torn off. He had to adjust himself for a moment, groaning at the tightness in his pants before making his way over to you.

“Hey pretty girl” Bucky murmured in your ear, kissing your beck from behind, his voice low as he gently moved to hold your waist, your back flush against his chest. “You look gorgeous angel” 

You melted into his touch, turning around to face him, biting your lip when he groaned, gripping you tighter. 

“I know I said I wanted to show you off doll but this-God damn, thank god I know how to fight” He breathed out a laugh, he had already caught a number of other party goers glancing over at you and it made him grin wider. Prettiest doll in the room and you were all his. 

“You should look at yourself Sergeant” Your voice got caught in your throat, the scent of his cologne already making you woozy. He was the most devilishly handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on but tonight? Tonight you were ready to-

“Lets go sit baby” He inturrupted your train of thought, helping you slip off the seat, the both of you making your way over to the lounge where everyone else sat together. You felt your cheeks warm up at the whistles that were directed towards you both. 

“So, you and y/n, huh?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a knowing smile while the rest of the team whooped; Bucky sat down at the end of one of the couches, pulling you to comfortably sit on his lap. 

“Mhm, shes my girl” Bucky gazed at you proudly, playing with a loose strand of your hair, finding himself unable to keep his hands off you. 

“Your girl, huh Barnes? You guys look good” Sam threw you a wink, grinning when he saw a blush covering Bucky’s cheeks. “Alright lover boy, I see you, blushin’ like a school boy” 

Bucky didn’t even bother arguing back, letting his hand rest on your thigh, giving in a gentle squeeze. You giggled, hoping he didn’t notice you felt like you were on fire, contemplating on sitting on your hands before you did something stupid. 

What Bucky didn’t know was you were 10 times more riled up than him the second you saw him. He was in all black, a look that left you swooning and soaked between your thighs. He left the scruff on his cheeks and it drove you wild. The silver chain of his dog tags peaked around the collar of his shirt. He noticed you squirming on his lap everyone else lost in conversation while you were struggling to keep your panties from soaking through your dress. 

“You okay doll? 

You nodded, shifting and pressing your face into his neck, though that only made you feel more feral, squeezing your thighs together. 

“What is it babydoll?”

“Bucky?” You whined into his neck, your hands coming down to grip at his shirt, “Let’s go baby” The desperation in your voice caught him off guard, blinking twice before responding. 

“How come doll?” He smiled softly, 

“Because...” You bit your lip while he urged you to continue. You had managed to contain yourself thus far but it was getting harder and harder and with the way he was looking tonight...fuck it. “Fuck, I’ll suck your cock right here Sergeant, you look so fucking good, I’ve already soaked my panties, you-you look so good, I’d ride you right now if I could”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He wordlessly stood up, quickly waving everyone off before he grabbed your wrist, headed straight for the elevators and down the hall towards his room. 

Before he could say or do anything, you pulling your hand from his, moving to cup his cheeks, smashing your lips onto his. Bucky moaned into your mouth, still in shock from what you had said earlier, the both of you making out all the way until the back of his legs hit the bed. 

He couldn’t get any words how as you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, the strap of your dress falling of your shoulder while you smirked down at him playfully. 

“Let me take are of you tonight solider” You trailed a finger down to his belt, making quick work of it as soon as he nodded, “Sit up” He let you pull him up as you shrugged his blazer off his shoulders, and pulled his shirt off, humming contently before you pushed him back on the bed. He lifted his hips up, helping you pull his pants and brief's off in one go, his cheeks flushed from the way you were biting your lip, he could practically smell how aroused you were. 

Who were you and what did you do to his sweet babygirl.

Not that he was complaining.

AT ALL. 

You moaned, looking at the way his cock jumped against his tummy, while you slipped your dress off, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of your panties before kneeling on the mattress between his legs, the tip of his cock silky with precum. 

“You’re cock is pretty” You shifted down, your nose nudging along his shaft, placing feather light kisses until you reached the tip, pulling away. Bucky bucked his hips up in frustration, biting his lip while you cooed, batting your lashes at him. “Look at that pretty pink tip baby, all wet and swollen” Your index finger circled over his slit making him cry out as you gathered his arousal, sucking it off your finger immediately after. “And you taste so good too soldier” 

You were the furthest thing from innocent, you were the devil with a halo and angel wings. 

“I wanna suck you Sergeant, thought about your fat cock down my throat, all night” You bent over to slip just the tip past your lips, gently suckling his cock head, while Bucky thrusted up chasing more of your mouth. He had to force his eyes open while you stuck your tongue out, your hand grasping his cock, dragging his tip all over your tongue, coating it in precum. 

“Oh-oh god” Bucky moaned, you’d sucked him before but never like this, never so filthy “What the fuck are you doing to me baby” 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his meaty thighs, your shoulders urging them wider as you kissed down to his balls, humming at the salty taste of his skin and his soft natural scent that left you craving move. He whimpered at the feeling of your lips, his cock twitching. 

“Oh, you’re sensitive here baby” You cooed, flicking your tongue down the seam of his balls, nipping the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. “Tell your slut what you want Sergeant, I’ll be a good girl for you”

“Suck my balls, c’mon, put that mouth to use, get’em wet, put them in your mouth baby, they’re nice and full for you-FUCk” His back arched of the bed as you opened your mouth wide, taking both in your mouth, laving and sucking them. You moaned around his balls, while he took your hand and wrapped it around his aching length, guiding you to stroke him.  

“Feel that?” He gazed down at you, panting as he helped you jerk his cock, his head thrown back at the feeling of your soft hands, “You feel how hard my dick is? How thick and swollen is it for you baby? M’so fuckin’ hard and full of cum right now-shit” 

“Yesss, jerk my cock baby, keep using your mouth, play with my balls, feels good” He let go of your hand, bringing it down to card through your hair, pushing you further between his legs. His hips squirming, nearly grinding on your face while he continued to make a mess on his tummy, precum steadily dribbling from the tip. 

“You’re messy Sergeant” You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky smirked, pulling you up by your hair and giving it a few gentle tugs. 

“You make me messy you fucking slut, come here n’clean me up” He guided you down to his lower tummy, where you licked up his happy trail, not wasting a drop. “Yeah, lick it up baby, lick your Sergeant’s mess, you like that? You like getting your sergeant all needy and horny for you?”

You nodded, letting your tongue drag across his abs, your lips sucking off every bit of his silky cream. By now, your thighs were equally stick, your pussy screaming for some type of relief. You straddled him, rubbing the tip all over your clit while Bucky bit his lip, unsure how long he’d last with you on top. 

“Doll..doll what are you-

“M’gonna ride you now baby” You gave him a quick tug before lining him up with your pussy, his eyes growing wide. 

“I-I didn’t put a condom on yet baby-”

“Better hold it and pull out in time” You shrugged, sinking down onto his cock without warning, Bucky eyes rolling back, a deep moan dripping from his lips. 

“OH-Sh-shiiittt-” He could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven, he thought your pussy was perfect before but the raw feeling of your warm cunt was no match. He almost whined from pleasure, his balls tightening against his body. 

“You like feeling my pussy raw baby?” 

“Fuck yes, m’never using a condom with you again, fuck that shit, I’m putting my bare cock in you every chance I get” He groaned, his head thrown back against the pillow. 

“I forgot to tell you Sergeant, I forgot to take my birth control this morning” You gave him a faux innocent pout, rocking and winding your hips as you rode him, “But its too late now, you already put your bare cock in me” 

Okay, now he had died and gone to heaven. Or hell, cause you were nothing but pure sin in this moment. 

“You fucking dirty little slut, you wanted this huh, wanted to fuck you sergeant raw?”

“Wanted to make sergeant a daddy” You shot him a wink that made Bucky 10 times more feral. He planted his feet up, thrusting up into with abandon, all of his curses and moans bouncing off the walls. 

“Go a head then, make me a daddy” He pounded you with all his might as you collapsed into his hold. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your limp body, hugging you tightly to him while he railed you. 

“JAMESJAMESJAMES-I-”

“M’Gonna cum” Bucky moaned in your ear, fucking you faster” Take daddy’s fat fuckin’ load baby, be a good girl and make room for daddy”

“OH FUCK-” Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent shaped intents. The sting just turned him on more. 

“I know, I know, such a tight pussy can’t handle it huh” He panted, chest heaving, body covered in a this sheen of sweat. You gathered yourself together, sitting up again and planting your hands on his chest, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck, I wanna make daddy cum” You cried you, bouncing on him faster, nearly screaming when he brought his thumb to strum your clit. 

“You’re gonna make daddy blow his load baby, cum with me when you make me a fuckin’ daddy” 

You cried out as your walls started to spasm around him, clenching and squeezing around him. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off your perfect form, your boobs bouncing, face contorted with pleasure, your skin glistening from sweat as your rode him till he couldn't hold back anymore. 

“You’re gonna make daddy cum-fuck-ride me angel, just like that, bounce on my cock, yesyesfuckyes FUCCKKK” Bucky nearly roared, his cock bursting with cum, painting your cunt with his seed, his cream making a white mess all over his crotch as you continued to ride him through his high. “Good girl, good fucking girl angel, you made me cum so hard” 

“Did I go good Sergeant?” You whimpered, grinding down on his softening cock, while Bucky chuckled, too fucked out to open his eyes. 

“You did-you did amazing angel, c’mere” He pulled you own towards him, keeping his cock buried in you while you hummed contently, wrapping your arm around his waist with your head on his chest. 

“My girl is something else” Bucky panted, kissing your forehead while you giggled, back to your shy self, hiding in his hold. 

“Only for you, sergeant” 

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[lliaq]

*puts on clown wig* okay here we go

I keep thinking about the physical distance between them this season because it is just so strikingly and blatantly obvious, like it really stands out. And the thing that drives me fucking insane is that it's not a coincidence. A director doesn't just spin the wheel and throw a dart blindfolded to decide where to put actors and cameras- those are intentional choices. And sure, you could make an argument for group shots that it's not really about Buck and Eddie, and more about the overall composition, but then what about this

I would add more examples, but I'm seriously strugging with the image limit here- but I mean, y'all know what the fuck I'm talking about

Interestingly enough, when they're working, they're still framed very close to each other

But as soon as they're not-

And it becomes even more obvious when you directly compare it to how they were framed in previous seasons

I'm absolutely rolling over this scene from Eddie Begins because on the first shot it looks like they're standing right next to each other, right?

But then it cuts to the wide and Buck is actually way closer to Bobby than he is to Eddie

Like, even though there is actual physical distance between them, it's framed to look like there isn't

The only other time they've emphatized physical distance to the extent was see now was during the lawsuit arc (let's not even talk about the fact that this type of framing with the literal barrier in between the characters is commonly used for displaying conflict in romantic relationships, because I will lose my mind)

But they're not fighting now, so maybe the conflict they're having isn't necessarily with each other, but with themselves and this giant elephant in the room that they're not talking about.

May I present a hypothesis:

This is very reminiscent of the Balcony Scene™, they've got their beers, just bros hanging out, five feet apart cause they're not gay etc. etc.

But, unlike the balcony scene, where do they end up once they actually talk about the unspoken thing (Buck feeling guilty about not being there for Eddie, in this case)

Gee, wow, what a surprise

Obvious flirting aside, just look at how close they are compared to the beginning of the scene- and Buck doesn't even start moving closer until he starts talking about The Thing™, like it's so fucking obvious

It's almost like the physical distance is an external manifestation of the internal conflict or something and they can forget about it when they're working and focused on doing their jobs but as soon as there are no other distractions it becomes this massive presence that cannot be ignored

in conclusion-

let.them.talk.about.the.shooting.

[jessie-writes-things]

Still I'm Burning

I'm tipsy and take no responsibility for this unedited mess. The title has no relevance but I did listen to this Wig Wam on repeate while writing this.

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader

Words: 1k

Genre: Smut (minors DNI)

Warnings and tags: smut, heavy petting, fingering, that finger thing (not anal, just can't think of what to call it), biting, talks of oral (female receiving) needy Adrian being needy. Shit's unedited because I'm lazy.

It had been a week between Adrian dropping you the usual rushed goodbye message and the group turning up at your place looking for aid after a particularly hard job. You helped them patch up and get comfortable to crash for the night. Well, as they could be after being beaten half to death by some new crazy alien species threatening to invade Earth.

Light chatter bled through the wall between the living room and your bedroom until, eventually, silence took over.

Adrian was last to knock out like always, voice a low grumble as he floated to the end of whatever tangent he must’ve been on. Then, less than five minutes later he came knocking on your door. You hadn’t even fully changed into your pajamas.

He kissed you hard, leaving less than a couple of seconds between the door opening and walking you back into your dresser. Hard wood pressed into your lower back but was quickly replaced by his hand creeping under your shirt. His expertise showed with how quickly he unclasped your bra before falling apart when he rushed to take it off before your shirt.

‘You need to slow down.’ You breathed out a laugh, the end turning into a short gasp when he bit down on your neck.

Not that he'd ever listen.

Adrian threw you onto the bed, old mattress springs creaking under the combined weight. You fell open for him, giving him room to slot in between your legs, and in return, he smiled down at you like a predator that had caught its first prey of the week.  

Afraid he would ruin your clothes otherwise, you sat up as much as he allowed, throwing the garments off and chucking them across the room somewhere to be forgotten. Adrian grappled for any piece of you he could get of you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides, leaving little red marks along your skin.

He barely left enough room between you’s to get his own shift off, the desperation laughable. And when you did laugh, he moved with such purpose, his hips pressing into yours in such a way you could feel the hardening length under his jeans and your PJ bottoms, right where you had been waiting to have him.

It was stupid how quickly Adrian had you melting for him and by the tiny smirk he gave, he knew it too.

You used his hair to pull him back and give yourself room to breathe for a second. ‘Finish taking my clothes off before you try fucking me.’

‘Sorry.’ He at least laughed this time, red faced and nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck. ‘I just missed you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot, and with everyone here I couldn’t show you that earlier.’

Some of his hair was still wet from the shower and you pushed back the misplaced strands so they were out of his face. ‘That’s okay. We have all the time in the world now, yeah?’

Adrian nodded, only half aware of what you were saying. Instead, he preoccupied himself with your neck, pressing a series of hot, opened-mouth kisses along the column. He followed your pulse to where it rested just under your jaw, sucking at the spot then running his tongue over it like it would somehow reduce the redness that would surely be there in the morning.

Soft noises trembled from your lips as you did your best to keep quiet, but between Adrian’s mouth and his hand snaking up the leg of your loose shorts, pulling them to the side enough to give him all the access he wanted, the whole trying not to wake your friends in the next room over was becoming a dud mission.

It was actually embarrassing how easy it was for him to slip a finger into you, almost as embarrassing as the loud yelp you gave when he added the second, the palm of his hand pushing up against your clit. Your own fingers dug into the flesh of his back, pulling him closer and latching your teeth into his shoulder just to shut you up.

And he laughed. Adrian Chase fucking laughed at your little moans and whimpers despite him being so desperate to fuck neither of you had fully finished undressing.

Thing is, you couldn’t even complain. You weren’t sure if it from the week of not seeing him or just the pure skill of the guy, but Adrian had you seeing stars in a matter of minutes. The knot in your stomach tightened and tightened, every muscle in your body succumbing to his every will until finally all it took was a a quick stroke of his fingers for you to break for him

Adrian had you near crying, saved only by his tongue silencing the sounds of your pleasure. By the end you could just about breathe, your vision blurred but you caught the moment Adrian brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting the wetness with a wicked grin.

The sight was hot enough to have your core clenching again, legs still spasming from the intensity of everything. But no matter how hot, the fogged up glasses and rose tinted cheeks and boyish smile did nothing but make Adrian look fucking adorable. ‘Think that’s the quickest I’ve ever made you cum?’

You snored out a laugh and pushed back that stubborn hair getting in the way again. ‘I don’t really keep track, baby.’

‘Maybe you could this time. That had to be five minutes tops. Think I could eat you out in under five minutes?’

The determination was truly inspiring, looking up at you with the puppy dog eyes and his swollen lips and even though you were still sensitive as hell, you nodded. ‘Guess there’s only one way to find out.’

[ganeshpnf]

Its actually because people dont really seem to understand the real meaning of diversity. They just repeat what they see on internet like parrots. Now you are free to express your feelings and I can say I agree with some of them.

Actually, diversity is a good thing, it helps fans to express their own headcanons, we all love if it gives us a free will, but- Sometimes people dont realize that diversity is not actually means changing every character and act like they are the real characters now.

I hc Percy is Mexican too and that Clarisse and Silena are lesbians and into each other. But I know its not in canon but I just headcanon it. We dont know where actually Percy is from so yeah we can all throw different headcanons. People dont know the word headcanon and it is concerning. About Annabeth being black, yes she may be black in the show but no one can say she is in the books. And yeah show fans would do everything, even being delusional like "It was not proven that she is white, she has deep tan!" Just look at the official art but they would ignore it bcs people again think it is againts the diversity somehow. But in reality, thats not diversity. Its being delusional and dare I say racist. "She cant be white bcs she is played by a black actor now!" Oh so the actors are the characters now? Why it only applies Annabeth but almost every other character stays the book? "Thats black representation we needed and now she is black, it makes more sense and being white in books doesnt matter anymore". You say that to yourself while watching, but you cant try to change the books for that bcs like it or not, she is what people grew up with and she is the actual character. They need to realize actors are just actors, they are not actual characters.

Now, dont jump on the actors, bcs them and the fans are the innocent ones here. About the show fans, I was screaming that on here for a while bcs it bothers me so much too. I never take show much seriously bcs they proved that they want nothing with the book accuracy and no its not only bcs of how they look. Its bcs Rick decided to rewrite everything instead of adapting the book on the screen and doing the pjo whole about the actors. Like Thalia's new actor is British, okay. So lets make her character British too so actor wont have to force an accent. Walker is blond, okay. Lets make Percy full blond instead of giving him a wig. Okay, we want actors' comfort, sure. But people seem to forget that they are actors and they would have to wear wigs, eye lenses, force accents in their whole lives. But fans just baby them, but dont understand that protecting and babying are not the same. Minor actors getting hate? Protect them, sure, it is our job. But stop dissing the books, stop dissing the book characters or go as far as erasing them JUST to hype the show or the actors. Pjo is not only about the actors, its about the characters we love. Oh and accept criticism, like admit it, that show was bad. It doesnt matter that its a children show. Fans have been waiting for a good adaptation for years and this is the same fanbase who bullied Logan and Alexandra for something that was not their fault. Fans deserve a good adaptation. Sure they made this show, lets entertain the young fanbase etc. But at least let us tell what they had done wrong so they can try to fix it. Or Idk, just let them continue until it gets cancelled and maybe try again? Because at this moment, only musical is one is faithful to the books and it stays the best. And according to them, the real purpose was "To get more fans into the books" but we see how the new fanbase completely ignore the books and want pjo to be only about the show. They failed.

fuck diversity (im js ranting)

Omg wjy are people making nico fil?? Why is percy trans and mexican what the actual fuck. I get that annabeth is blaxk in the seeies but shes not in the books. DO NOT say like “where does it say shes white” plssss dumbass shes black in the series not the books. Also some/most pjo fans are sooo weird and toxic like i get that u want representation but you guys are just so WEIRDD wtff. AND NOT JUST ANNABETH BUT ALSO OTHER FHARACTERS?? Whats with the blind castings like percy has turned into a blonde, luke is supposed to hv sandy hair.

[phoenixyfriend]

Okay so you know how one of my big things with fandom is forcing characters into completely new contexts that they just have to Deal With (recently most commonly with time travel, crossovers, and things like the suddenly omegaverse AU).

So, canon characters get Yanked and somehow tossed into a Modern AU context, possibly just as some Matrix-esque 'your brain is trapped in a simulation' thing, possibly as a Sith Holocron thing, possibly as a weird crossover, it doesn't matter. The point is mostly this:

1. Nobody has the Force. 2. Ahsoka is suddenly human, and she hates it.

This is mostly an excuse for Ahsoka to be overwhelmed by some things (her sense of taste is completely different) and underwhelmed by others (this is your eyesight???) and panicked by others (her sense of echolocation is completely GONE), and then Anakin calming her down by Brushing Her Hair, something she's never had before.

Ahsoka has a meltdown and Anakin, who is also very panicked because the Force is just gone for him, is doing his best to keep her somewhat level and ANYWAY Anakin knows how to do cool, solid, safe braids because Padme taught him how to do her wig-secure crown braids, so when Ahsoka's being overwhelmed by the sensory hell of her new hair touching her shoulders, Anakin brushes it out and braids it up for her while Obi-Wan tries to find them a way out, and Rex and Cody help him notice things like "we can't read this alphabet for shit" and "that's not a speeder... is it..."

The clones are Itchy without their armor in an unfamiliar space. The Jedi keep tripping on sidewalk cracks and stuff because they're not used to needing to look where they're going. Also they don't have their sabers or blasters.

Ahsoka tucked into Anakin's side in a coffee shop that they somehow managed to Exchange Currency at... sipping on something sweet and complicated-flavor that she doesn't recognize and is very confused by because none of these tastes are familiar... a barista asks if she's okay and Anakin has to stutter over "my padawan" in favor of "my sister" because it's kind of safer but anyway could they get a cup of ice water for the kid?

The clones get asked if they're from New Zealand or Australia because of the accents and just Blank Stare until the person leaves in discomfort like "Was it something I said? Maybe they think I should be able to tell the difference?" but no they just don't fucking know what New Zealand and Australia are.

Imagine if she couldn’t really taste sweetness before. She finally understands the appeal of candy!

Ahsoka doesn't like 'being' human but she decides she likes the Expanded Taste Range (now she understands WHY people add spices) and having her hair played with (she's maybe a little jealous of people like Padme now).

Several of the Jedi keep forgetting they can’t jump 20 feet high anymore and keep slamming into fences. One of them tries to jump off something and is tackled by a clone. The clones keep forgetting they can’t jump off things and get caught anymore.

“Normal humans die when they do that!”

The clones don't register as clones to anyone, just Young Hot Guys With Nice Muscles, so Cody and Rex get hit on by strangers more in the Modern AU adventure than in the rest of their lives put together.

They register as twins though. And some people are maybe into that specifically. Strangely, in this context, being genetically identical is more attractive.

The only person in this group that knows how to recognize flirtation and how to flirt back is Obi-Wan.

Someone sees a Marvel movie playing a TV store and just drags the other four over because IS THAT MASTER WINDU WITH AN EYEPATCH. Or alternately IS THAT AN OLDER SENATOR AMIDALA IN BORING CLOTHES.

Per @atagotiak on discord

Hey, it could be worse, it could be literally almost anything else Ewan McGregor is in. I enjoy the other movies I’ve seen him in (though I haven’t seen a lot) it’s just every last one would be jarring as heck to them.

Birds of prey “Wow Obi-Wan, you’re a dick”

It's just Moulin Rouge's steamy scenes and Obi-Wan is like [head tilt] is... is that supposed to be me????

(I'm going to say that none of the Star Wars movies exist in this modern AU, but only because that would get too complicated.)

Ahsoka gets yelled at by Someone (a store employee, a cop, a random douchebag on the street), and Obi-Wan steps in because he's closest and also the person most invested in making sure she doesn't start throwing punches.

Person: Sorry man, didn't mean to scare your, uh, daughter. Obi-Wan's face: [is doing complicated things]

(Being Ahsoka’s dad is probably less weird than being Anakin’s dad. Just agewise and all that.)

Obi-Wan objectively recognizes that this is a reasonable assumption and also a safe one to work with, in that explaining their actual relationship might be sketchy depending on whether or not apprenticeships are a thing on this planet, and going with a person's first not-terrible assumption is usually a safe bet to not draw too much attention!

But 'parent' is a bit of a loaded concept for a lineage so prone to attachment (and tragedy).

Ahsoka finds herself getting inexplicably tired a few hours into a walk that would normally leave her fine, and since Anakin and Obi-Wan are also having trouble, it's apparently not a humans thing, it's... not having the Force. They’re still pretty strong and have good endurance but they’re not superhuman anymore so.

Adding in that Ahsoka's a young teenager who has no idea what she can eat that she can actually stand the taste of yet, so she keeps getting sugar crashes since it's the only thing she can reliably stomach...