#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-fika]

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…

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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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.

[rindecisions]

Stranger Tales: Part 10

A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

Read all of Stranger Tales on AO3

Velvet glanced over the paper with an amused eye roll. “Of course, these are your fucking choices.”

“Hey, you asked if I'd come up with any,” Eddie defended.

She sighed. “Yes, I did. At least a couple are viable, but Bimbo Baggins?”

“Is that the one you choose?” he asked excitedly.

“No!” she stressed. “I at least try to run a respectable show.” She chuckled and shook her head, her wig bobbing unnaturally. “Nikki Sixxty-Nine, while cute, is still a little too crude. Voodoo Dolly, just doesn’t suit you. Nat Twenty, on the other hand, seems like a perfect fit. Nerdy, but still sounds nice even if you don’t get the pun.”

“I had a feeling you’d pick that one.” Eddie smiled.

“Do you have a look in mind?” She handed the paper back to Eddie.

He took it and tucked it in his pocket. “I was thinking a blend of Lee Aaron and Joan Jett.”

“I’m unfamiliar with Lee Aaron.” Velvet squinted. “And Joan Jett is basically a man as far as fashion goes.”

“I thought that might be the case. Give me a second.” Eddie held up a finger and hurried back out to his van. He put his guitar in it and grabbed a stack of magazines he’s set aside before returning to Velvet, who had moved back to the vanity. “Here,” Eddie said, setting the stack down. He picked up the top one and flipped through until he found an article on Lee Aaron, turning the magazine around once he found what he was looking for.

“Ah, no wonder I’ve never heard of her. That metal shit you and your band play is not my genre.” She took the magazine and flipped through the adjacent pages at the limited images they had of her. Eddie had found a few more in the others. “If we add in a little Cyndi Lauper, I think I can make this work, and might even throw in some inspiration from Joan Jett.” She closed the magazines and looked at Eddie with a serious expression. “How are you with heels?”

“What?” Eddie said, baffled.

“Heels, honey.” She took off hers and held it up before sliding it back on.

“Oh, come on, can’t I just wear boots or something?” he complained.

“No,” she said flatly. “Come along.” She waved for him to follow her into the dressing room. He silently complained and begrudgingly followed. Once inside the room, she asked, “shoe size?”

“Eleven,” he grumbled.

“That would be thirteen…” she said to herself, browsing through the shoes. “These should work.” She pulled out a pair of black mid-calf boots with a tall, narrow heel.

“I’m ‘a break my neck in those things.”

“You'll be fine,” Velvet sighed. “Now just put them on,” she said firmly.

Eddie wiggled his body disapprovingly before grabbing the shoes and sitting in the closest chair. He kicked off his barely-holding-together converse and tried to pull one of the boots over his hole-riddled sock.

Velvet groaned as she watched him struggle. “Unzip it, you dumbass.”

“What?” Eddie tilted the boot to the side and saw a zipper running its length. “Oh.” He pursed his lips in amusement at his own stupidity and unzipped it. He was able to slide it on with little issue.

Velvet rolled her eyes as Eddie put on the second boot. “Alright, when you-”

Eddie stood. “Shit!” and immediately collapsed back into his seat.

She sighed and continued. “When you get up,” she said firmly, “put your weight on your toes.”

Eddie stood like a baby giraffe, putting his weight far enough forward that the heels weren’t touching the ground and his knees were bent. He was having a hard time keeping his balance. “This doesn’t seem right.”

“Not that far onto your toes!” she snapped in annoyance. “Put a little weight on the heels to stabilize yourself and the rest on your toes.”

Eddie wobbled awkwardly as he shifted his weight to the more stable position. “Okay, that’s not that bad.”

Velvet stepped back to give him some room. “Now walk.” She watched him take a cautious step forward, barely able to keep his footing. “Toe first,” she guided.

Eddie altered his walking pattern and felt like he was getting the hang of it. He was expecting them to be torture devices, but while he couldn’t call them comfortable, they weren’t the worst thing ever. After a few more steps, he started to feel a little more confident about it.

“There you go. I knew you were a fast learner.” Velvet smiled at him. “And can I just say,” she gave him a chef’s kiss. “They look great on you, honey.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and walked in front of a mirror to look at himself. It was strangely stylish with his current outfit of tight black jeans, a black band tank top, and his decaled denim vest. He turned to the side and snickered. “Hey, look at that. I have an ass now!”

Velvet snorted. “Now take those home and practice your routine in them so you don’t literally break a leg on my stage.”

“Sounds good.” He picked up his shoes.

She smirked. “Wearing them out?”

“I kind of like ‘em. Makes me feel sassy.” He gave his hips a little wiggle and almost lost his balance, making himself chuckle.

“Don’t break them,” she sighed.

“I won’t.” Eddie laughed.

“If you do, you’re paying for a replacement.”

Eddie quirked his brow. “How much could a pair of shoes be?”

Velvet raised her painted eyebrows. “Try $500.”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie exclaimed. “Are they made of exotic leather or something?” He awkwardly stood on one foot, looking at the shoe he lifted, quickly putting it back down for balance.

“Nope, but getting women’s shoes in men’s sizes is not cheap.”

“No fucking kidding!”

“So yeah. Don’t break ‘em.”

Eddie nodded with wide eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be careful.”

“Good, now get out of here,” she nodded to the back door with a smile. “I have a show to get ready for. Be here by 8 at the latest tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Eddie said with a quick nod before dramatically strutting toward the door, making Velvet chuckle.

—

Once back at home, Eddie started practicing. Wayne wasn’t home when he got there, so he played the music loud, and plugged his guitar into an amp as he practiced. It was a little awkward dancing with the heels on, but he was able to get the hang of it faster than he expected. He spun and turned into a statue when he met Wayne’s eyes. He’d gone ghost pale and stopped breathing.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Flower of Evil: Episode 2

we’re starting with a very bad blonde wig 😭💀

for a second I thought he was going to do something cute and then realised he was practising a happy face (in a bathroom his wife can just walk into…) she does not deserve this!!! love her or leave her weirdo

I was about to say we haven’t seen any cooking yet and sure enough. we’re cooking now !!! 🦀

the baby throwing shots at her mom’s skills lmao </3 😭

the grandma lying dead with a cut fruit plate oh the killer was ruthless….. leave old people alone 😭😭😭

Um I felt bad for the journalist but what is this flashback

Put that stone down!!! my god teenagers are evil sometimes

okay put that hammer down babes even though the journalist is trying to use the disgusting ‘we were just kids doing kid things’ excuse

my double identity man you might not be a murderer (emphasis on MIGHT) but you sure do teeter the line <3

i cannot believe i was the person who watched any and every detective procedural while eating lunch not flinching and now a kdrama (which is so sanitised!) bruised thumb is making me flinch.

why do I think his motive for killing the chief of the village was to protect the girl. HEAR ME OUT! they’re keeping the details really hazy, they’re making him look like a serial killer or someone predisposed to this because he’s weird (?) and his dad BUT this is a kdrama so they’ll probably give him a benevolent reason.

Or, I’m totally wrong and he’s a serial killer.

His Samsung phone. 💀 First of all these phones look SO good but it reminded me of that weird Apple rule where they don’t let bad guys have iPhones. I guess Samsung is pretty chill it.

Idk about anyone else in this show but I’d die for Eun Ha. My little baby 😭😭😭

people in Korea must really love egg tarts because how are they in every show I watch?

y’all he kidnapped a young girl’s doll and threw her in the trash (killed her) 💀

i heard lipstick and i think it’s the social worker

also the senior detective choi is kinda cute (this title will be taken! if found to be deceptive)

just as I said this he’s fighting with our girl and being DUMB. like you’re a police officer, if someone gives you new evidence, follow it ?! 😭 fighting with her because he got the bare minimum like look at the thumbprint ON the will

don’t spill important details to people till they identify themselves babe!!! but also the double identity man’s identity has been stolen ??? what

lmaooo one thing a murderer who thinks they’re too smart or too safe is divulge details that will point a big sparkly giant arrow on their head (the social worker)

WHY would you agree to let your prime suspect wear makeup babe I feel like she’s going to try and run 😭

She killed the old lady because it took too many stairs to her place !!!? (#real) but also she’s the one climbing them in heels like ??? i knew they focused on the shoes a bit too much.

she killed her because of the stairs oh god 💀 the motives up until now have been so bad 😭 first (attempted) it was because they wanted the assets in divorce now daily exercise….

the detective is me because wdym you killed her because of stairs

lmao she’s having a I’m a sociopath monologue and they cut straight to the detective’s husband.

GIRL someone tried to murder our double identity man. What is going on? first getting stones thrown at you, now getting stabbed 😭😭 it is BAD for him

girl she (the old lady killer) got her sociopathy smacked out of her in 2 slaps 😭

I guess the detective and double identity man are a match.

he might not be normal but he gets patient’s rights! don’t disclose a patient’s prescription pharma mom

Raincoats are unnecessarily terrifying

for a second I was like why is your restaurant empty and then remembered maybe this guy owns it

idk why the detective gives me kim jisoo vibes

and that’s a wrap

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All the Way Home ch5

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rating: teen

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summary: Four years ago, All For One and Shigaraki were defeated, taking One For All with them. At twenty years old, Katsuki and a quirkless Izuku are heroes, boyfriends, and partners. Until one day, they’re hit by a quirk that suddenly makes them fathers too. Now, with a newborn baby, they have to figure out who did this to them, and why it means the downfall of superhuman society.

This work is a part of the @bakudekubigbang​ 2022. Updates will be weekly.

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Chapter Five - All the Livelong Day

Katsuki approached Endeavor Agency incognito. Like yesterday, he had on a facemask and a cap, but now he was also sporting a hoodie and backpack. The hoodie was emblazoned with the initials of the local college, Musutafu University, and with the backpack, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary student. Plus, if he held the backpack around the straps and thrust his chest out like his nerdy boyfriend had racing to get to class back at U.A., his whole posture graduated to something unrecognizable as Bakugou Katsuki or Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Only when he was safely in one of the skyscraper’s elevators did Katsuki do away with the hood, but he kept the rest in place. Maybe the mask would make people think that he’d been away due to an illness, and they’d stand the fuck back.

It was a perfect plan until the moment the elevator door pinged open.

“So, you and Izuku have a love child,” Shouto stated, standing right in front of the sliding door.

“Fuck—!” Katsuki recoiled, falling back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. “How did you know I was coming?”

“I saw you approaching from the window,” Shouto explained. “In that outfit, you were either you or a criminal, and most criminals don’t walk right into hero agencies.”

Katsuki scoffed, throwing off the backpack and letting it sling off one shoulder as he pushed past Shouto. Clearly he needed a high-level disguise. Like a birthday clown, or a wig to look like Denki—no one would ever have a reason to stop him to talk.

“We don’t have a      love child    ,” Katsuki spat.

“Oh, so you don’t have a biological baby, born to the both of you before marriage?”

Shouto blinked at Katsuki, and from the vacant look on his face, Katsuki could tell it was a genuine question despite how bitchy it sounded. He scowled and tore off his sweatshirt. All the flame-quirked heroes in the office made it feel like an eternal steam room, a hot spring they could charge millions for.

“Fine, I guess he’s a fucking love child.”

“I see,” Shouto said. “Do you…need any help?”

“Not from a Todoroki,” Katsuki said as he stomped off towards his desk.

Katsuki already spent a worrying amount of time amongst Todorokis. The last thing he needed was them rubbing off on him any more than they already had, or otherwise spreading their crazy influence in his direction.

“Okay,” Shouto said, following behind. “Well, at least try to answer your text messages or tell Izuku to. Everyone is concerned.”

Katsuki whipped around. “What’s there to be concerned about? And who’s everyone?”

“Our friends.” Shouto frowned. “And having a child is difficult for anyone. Much more so when it’s unexpected.”

“Yeah, well, I trust Deku,” Katsuki grumbled as he sat down at his desk chair and tossed his shit to the side.

“Then I suppose you’ll be fine,” Shouto mused. “Do you have a picture?”

Katsuki squinted up at Shouto. “Why?”

“New parents always want to show off pictures of their children.”

Katsuki eyed Shouto for a moment longer before taking out his phone. It was littered with notifications, all of which he swiped past as he opened the camera app.

His most recent photo was the one he’d taken on the way out the door that morning. Sugu’s features were slightly hidden in the dark room, but his hair resembled Izuku’s more than it ever had. Dark, dark green under the scant light creeping into the bedroom from the living room. And Izuku, of course, looked how he always did. Mouth slightly open and drooling—much like Sugu’s—as always happened when Izuku’s quality of sleep was shitty. Katsuki smiled softly.

“Hmm,” Shouto hummed.

“What?” Katsuki snapped, snatching his phone back. He hadn’t realized Shouto had been looking over his shoulder.

“He looks exactly the same as in that media picture.”

“You can only see the side of his head in that one!”

Shouto shrugged. “There’s not much more to look at than that.”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki snarled, pocketing the phone. “Whadda you know?”

“Not much,” Shouto conceded. “You haven’t told me anything. Anyway, I’m sure you know you’re on desk duty.”

“Don't tell me your dad finally kicked it and you're my boss,” Katsuki snarked. When Shouto only returned him a bland expression, he groaned and clicked his computer on. “ ‘S why I’m at my desk, hotshot.”

“Alright,” Shouto said, retreating. Off to patrol or be on call like the ungrateful bastard he was. “Text your friends, Katsuki.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes as Shouto walked away.

Desk duty. Like a fucking chump. Catching up on his and Izuku’s emails, no doubt. Later on was the dreaded meeting with PR to figure out      something     to explain…everything. It had shown up on his schedule, probably courtesy of the big boss himself with capitalized words like MANDATORY and CONFIDENTIAL.

That rotted feeling in his stomach returned at the idea of plotting a strategy for opening this part of their lives up to the public. Katsuki could already predict the scenarios they’d have to prepare for and try to anticipate. Accusations of being inappropriate parents, that they shouldn’t have a kid they hadn’t planned for. As though people didn’t have unplanned kids every day. But what did Katsuki have to offer to prove them wrong?

Katsuki clicked away from his calendar and back to his desktop. They had a PR team whose job it was to plan for these kinds of events—that sure as hell wasn’t Katsuki’s job. He’d put it out of his mind until then.

Aside from that upcoming clusterfuck, his day was somewhat freeform. So, ignoring his email icon for the moment, Katsuki logged into the quirk database. There were surprisingly few recent entries, but Katsuki would be scrolling back quite a ways anyway. He clicked on the search bar and typed in procreation.

He only got a few dozen hits, which was promising for narrowing down the field, but he’d also have to do the same hunt with different synonyms like conception and reproduction. From there, it was a matter of nixing any candidates who weren’t female and didn’t have a birthday in the same ballpark as his. Unfortunately, that was all the detail Katsuki had to work with. Deku would probably be doing the same thing at home whenever he got a spare moment—they’d have to share findings to make sure to avoid overlap.

Katsuki clicked on the first option and worked out the crick in his neck already forming with a head tilt to the left and to the right. And then, he got to work.

*

“You know, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. That’s probably been confusing for you. My name is Midoriya Izuku, also known as Hero Deku. And I’m your…”

Izuku tilted his head as he looked down at Sugu, searching for contact with those bright red eyes that wandered vaguely in his direction. He moved in closer to the bassinet, seeing Sugu’s eyes lock on as he reached that thirty-centimeter range. Izuku almost would have called the look recognition—but it only lasted a moment before Sugu’s eyes lost him again.

“Huh,” he said. “I guess I don’t know what you should call me.” His head rotated the other way and his mouth curved into a smile.. “What do you think?”

All Sugu could offer was a bubble of drool trailing down his chin, to which Izuku nodded.

“Very good idea—I’ll let Kacchan know your opinion.”

Izuku still tasted Katsuki’s breakfast on his lips—he’d have to remember to brush his teeth soon. It was still early morning, though, judging by the sliver of sunlight that was just beginning to stretch on the floor. By that estimate, Katsuki had arrived at work maybe an hour earlier. He’d be on desk duty, as was protocol after going through such a life upheaval. Katsuki would rear against it—guaranteed—but at least he was working. Izuku wasn’t on any cases and wasn’t likely to be assigned any while carrying his limited status. The itch to work was already tickling the back of his mind, urging him to turn on the news, jog to the gym, don his uniform and walk an unofficial patrol.

He disregarded it. He could work out once Sugu was back asleep, and that would be the level of training he’d consider adequate for a regular day off. And then he could…

Katsuki had just about emptied out the fridge of raw ingredients, leaving little besides the wall of bentos remaining, so there wasn’t any cooking to be done. He could always clean, and surely would before Katsuki returned home. But then?

Work had never afforded Izuku many more spare hours than those needed to eat and sleep. Nor had school, and certainly the war hadn’t even spared him that much. Izuku glanced around the apartment. He supposed there were still more pieces of baby furniture that needed constructing, but he could probably complete that by the end of the day. He’d have to stretch tasks out much longer with his current indefinite paternity leave.

“What are we gonna do, little guy?” Izuku asked. But the baby was already fast asleep again.

Right. Despite the constant company, it still wasn’t so much a matter of      we     so much as it was a matter of Izuku alone. And perhaps that’s why he did the thing he’d been putting off doing for days, and picked up his phone. He scrolled past the slew of texts that had gone unread and typed a short line:

Hey! You off work?  

*

“Oh my god, it’s really true.”

“Yeah, still doesn’t feel like it.”

“I bet,” Ochako said, her voice low as she knelt down beside the bassinet. “Geez, he’s cute.”

“He is,” Izuku said warmly. “Just wait until you see his eyes—they’re just like Kacchan’s.”

“That’s what makes him cute to you,” Ochako corrected. “I’m talking ‘bout these little chubby cheeks.”

She just barely brushed Sugu’s peach fuzz with a rounded fingertip, smiling to herself. Izuku was struck with an image a few years down the line of Ochako’s quirk being the most fun for a toddler to play with. Katsuki’s would be limited at best, and even if Izuku still had One For All, none of those quirks had been particularly kid-friendly. Ochako’s would be just the one to entertain a kid for hours—or until either of them got seasick.

“No freckles?”

“Hmm? Oh, no,” Izuku replied, kneeling down beside her, resting his hands on his knees as hers braced the edge of the crib. “He’ll need a      lot     more hours in the sun before we’ll know. I mean, Kacchan gets little freckles on his shoulders in the sun, so he’ll probably have      some    , but we won’t really see for a couple years.”

“Wow, such an expert,” Ochako said, bumping Izuku with her shoulder. “Just like being back in school, huh? Bet you already have at least three notebooks.”

“Just one,” Izuku said sheepishly. “And no, I feel like such an idiot. There’s so much to know and almost none of it is obvious. All he can give us is that he’s hungry, tired, or needs changing. There’s nothing instinctive about, like, which stroller brand is best for living in a small apartment or putting together a damn car seat. Nothing instinctive about how to pass on all your good traits and keep Sugu from getting the bad ones. What?”

A big smile broke on Ochako’s face and she waved Izuku away as she tried to wipe it off to no avail. Her cheeks stayed big and round as Sugu’s.

“Sugu,” she cooed, echoing the name. “Like sugoi. Kacchan, sugoi!”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s what we were thinking,” Izuku chuckled.

“But it works,” Ochako said, almost smug when she raised her brows at Izuku. “He’s surprising and amazing.”

“That’s for sure,” Izuku agreed. “Definitely a surprise.”

Sugu seemed rapt as they both leaned against the bassinet. His eyes followed Ochako and Izuku, particularly their fingers gesticulating over the crib’s edge. Izuku wondered if he had any idea that he was meeting someone new. If he could pick up on the floral notes in Ochako’s perfume when neither Izuku nor Katsuki usually bothered with cologne. They shared a deodorant that had a sharp musk smell, though—did babies notice stuff like that? Could he see how much smaller Ochako’s hands were than Izuku’s? How dainty they were with their pinkened fingertips compared to his tiger-stripe scars and misshapen bones?

A moment passed before Izuku noticed that Ochako’s gaze had turned from Sugu onto him. She rested her cheek on her wrist and blinked up at him. “Deku-kun. Are you happy?”

Izuku exhaled, brushing a finger lightly through Sugu’s curled, green wisps. Apparently they’d fall out soon and he’d grow a whole new head of hair. Darker like Izuku’s own or perhaps he’d take on more of Katsuki’s traits. Doubtless, Sugu would be able to carry either of them off.

“Honestly, it’s still mostly confusing,” he said, drawing his hand to stroke Sugu’s delicate head tenderly. “It’s like my mind can’t catch up to what’s happened.”

“Well, if your mind can’t catch up, no one’s can.”

Izuku chuckled wryly. “Great.”

“And, in turn, your mind will catch up faster than anyone else’s would,” Ochako declared. “Yours and Katsuki-kun’s. Just look at him. You’ll fall in love with him soon enough.”

The hidden accusation stung, like passing through underbrush only to belatedly find that the supposedly harmless leaves were barbed and hooked at their edges. Was he that obvious? His disconnect with the baby was that quantifiable, something Ochako could see after only a few minutes? Was he that obvious to Katsuki too?

“It’s okay—it’s okay!” Ochako rushed upon seeing Izuku’s face. “It’s not a bad thing!”

“Isn’t it?” Izuku whispered. “It’s not like it’s a good thing. How could it be okay that I…if I don’t yet?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s normal,” Ochako said. “He’s not exactly a whole person yet. You can’t talk to him about heroes or make katsudon for him or help him with his homework. You’re not getting all that good stuff yet—it’s only the beginning.”

“But I’m supposed to love him unconditionally. He’s cute and he’s a part of me,” Izuku murmured. He blinked, opening his eyes wide before squeezing them shut again, keeping things under control.

“You’re not withholding anything, Deku-kun,” Ochako said, taking Izuku’s hand and squeezing the sweat from palm, his heart line, his life line. “You’re just still getting to know him. And adjusting.”

Izuku took a deep breath. With it came a little bit of settling, down his throat and between his ribs. “I just wish…I wish I could skip the confusion. Loving him should be the easy part, right?”

“No,” Ochako shook her head with a compassionate smile. “It’ll be different for everyone. But feeling guilty won’t make it easier.”

“But it      should    be. I mean, look at him,” Izuku said, tracing a single finger from his head down his shoulder to his chubby sausage arms. “He’s gorgeous. Kacchan’s eyes, of course, but look at these little fingers! They have dimples in the knuckles—      dimples    . And he’s just so      tiny    , can you believe it? I had no idea they were this small.”

Ochako smiled. “It sounds like you’re halfway there already.” She carded her fingers through the hair above his ear, where he’d let it get a little long like he was back in high school again. He’d probably have the full look back before long—a haircut was sounding like a distant whim now.

“Well…halfway in three days isn’t bad, I guess,” Izuku allowed. “So long as it doesn’t slow down.”

Ochako shook her head fondly, putting her hand back on the crib. “Always gotta be running so fast,” she said. “Okay, let’s get started on that dresser. Soon this baby is gonna have so many clothes he’s not gonna know what to do with them.”

“He’s not going to have that many,” Izuku said, opening box one of two that he’d dragged into the bedroom before her arrival. “I don’t think me and Kacchan are really trying for the best dressed baby award.”

Ochako looked at Izuku skeptically. “Really?”

“Um…” Izuku looked down at the shirt he was wearing. A white tee shirt Katsuki had declared was      Indoor only, Deku     when the underarms had grown a bit too discolored and it had started growing little holes around the seams on the shoulders and the bottom hem. Right now it also had a barely visible stain of formula and spit that Sugu had burped back up after his most recent feeding. “Yes?”

“Really,” Ochako asked again, her voice deadpan. “You’re telling me that you, Midoriya Izuku, hero fanboy extraordinaire, aren’t going to be using your son as your newest little model for hero merch? He’s not going to wear a cape saying      I am here     before he can walk?”

Izuku’s mind lit up with the possibilities. A winter onesie with a hood with green bunny ears like his own costume. A set of black shirt and pants with an orange X emblazoned across the front. A little pink and black onesie with fat fuzzy socks for Ochako’s costume, because why limit Sugu’s gender expression?

“I’m sure,” Ochako continued, “that Momo would break her I don’t want to disrupt the economy rule for little baby-sized costume replicas.”

“Ochako-chan,” Izuku gasped, “you’re a genius!”

Ochako laughed. “Hopefully! If we have to put together this furniture.”

Izuku took all the various planks out of the box and found the instructions folded like a hand-sized accordion. Probably just about the right size for Sugu, actually. “It’ll be fine,” he said.

“Better than doing it with Katsuki-kun, I imagine,” Ochako noted as she flipped all the planks so that their assigned numbers pointed up. “Sounds like a nightmare.”

Izuku was silent, lips pursed as he read through the instructions. He’d already been defeated by one instruction booklet this week, and he wouldn’t let another take him down.

“Well? Isn’t it?”

Izuku put down the booklet and searched for the piece of particleboard labeled with a 1. He stared at it, pointedly looking away from Ochako as he said, “Yes.” Ochako giggled and Izuku bit back a smile.

Izuku and Katsuki had grown to be able to put aside a lot of their baser urges to one-up the other and prove that their idea was the best one on the field. Years of strategizing together, developing trust and learning each other’s strengths had earned them that skill. Their time living together too had boasted a fairly equivalent division of labor.

Such was not the case when putting together assembly-required furniture.

All those years of listening to and trusting each other’s opinions when faced with the disembodied pieces of a bed frame or desk were out the window, much like a few of the nuts and screws had been last time they’d had to build together.

Things were much smoother with Ochako, who allowed Izuku to handle the instructions and tell her what to do as slowly planks became drawers, which became a dresser. They were just about done when Izuku’s phone rang—and there were only three or four numbers that weren’t set to silent this week.

“Hold on,” Izuku said as he reached for the device.

Izuku’s lockscreen was lit up with      Kacchan <3    . When he drew his thumb down on the screen to read the text, he frowned.

“What is it?” Ochako asked.

Izuku put the phone down and checked the bassinet. Still sleeping soundly.

“Looks like you’re not the only one to meet Sugu today.”

Ochako cocked her head to the side. “Who else is meeting him?”

“Ah,” Izuku started. “Just…all of Japan.”

*

The shift in Katsuki’s disguise from day to night was as simple as removing the sunglasses and shifting the brim of his hat so far down that he mostly had to stare down at the sidewalk to guide his way home. It was just as well—he could keep his eyes out for any errant gum or dog shit whilst avoiding eye contact with any and all passersby.

Underneath the hat and the hood and the mask, he wore a pair of corded earbuds, the white cable visible even as the sky turned dark. The nail in the coffin saying      don’t approach me, don’t talk to me, I’m busy    . It was all set to work, except he didn’t even make it out the door.

“Taking home confidential documents?”

Katsuki angled his shoulder, dropping Burnin’s hand off of it as he pulled the papers off the printer. They filled the room with the smell of warmth, like stuffy steam and static electricity. Burnin’s inherent smokiness covered all of that, though, as soon as Katsuki slipped the papers into an opaque folder.

“They’re just for Deku,” he said, pulling an earbud from his ear. “Can’t email ‘em, so we’re doing the old fashioned way.”

Even with their computers logged into VPN’s, email was just too risky. There were too many quirks either adaptable to technology or strictly made for it and too many hackers for hire. And as technology grew more advanced, so too did the quirks. Katsuki couldn’t imagine what the next generation of quirk wielders would be capable of.

“Woulda been fine either way,” Burnin said. “Glad to hear that Deku’s able to do some working from home, though. I know that after I gave birth, I was good for absolutely nothing short of feeding the baby and feeding myself.”

“Ah, how is the squirt?” Katsuki asked. “Looking like the Ghostbusters Slimer yet, or has he chosen not to take after you?”

The question came out without much thought. Katsuki had never been one to ask about the family before, not in a Todoroki-run office or ever. But he didn’t know many people with kids, certainly not young ones, and Burnin’s was only four, if memory served.

Burnin raised her brows, the out-of-character moment apparently not going unnoticed. “He’s fine. No quirk yet, but I don’t mind a late bloomer. Shoot, seeing all you kids grow up as fast as you had to makes me wanna keep him quirkless and in preschool forever.”

“Can hardly imagine that snot-nosed kid saving the world in ten years,” Katsuki said. “Then again, I woulda said the same thing about Deku back then. ‘Course, he actually was quirkless.”

“Yeah, it’s wild to look at them and imagine what they could be,” Burnin said wistfully. “I don’t think any of the kids in preschool have gotten their quirk yet, though, so it’s a little easier to imagine them just being babies forever. You’re gonna miss even these days with your little one. They grow up so, so fast at first, and then it just…doesn’t really slow down.”

Unlike Katsuki, Burnin was still in full costume, and Katsuki could hardly muse over how unusual it was these days for a whole herd of four-year-olds not to have one quirk manifestation yet before she was lifting her mask to rub under her eyes. Eyeliner smudged, but the mask was partially responsible. It would smudge more as soon as she put it back on.

“You good?” Katsuki asked. He restrained from taking a step back and landing himself in the printer.

“Yeah,” Burnin said, but the sniffle that followed didn’t really quite sell it. “You just don’t know how lucky you are to get a baby so easily.”

“Lucky?”

Katsuki hadn’t really considered luck of any kind in this situation. It had all the appearances of being intentional, which was why he was bringing the documents of today’s work home to Izuku so that they could crack the      purposefulness of this case. Nevertheless, something that so thoroughly threw off one’s life course wasn’t what Katsuki would classify as lucky.

“I took it for granted too, how easy it was to have a baby the first time,” Burnin said, her wide smile alarming under her shimmering eyes. “I’d taken for granted that my body could do it, since I didn’t even plan to have kids. But then the war…well, I’m sure you know as well as I do how it makes you reprioritize. Well, it turns out that just because it happened easily the first time, doesn’t mean it’s a sure thing the second time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Katsuki responded, trying to juice every bit of empathy he could into the words as his core stiffened, his face almost wincing under his baseball cap under the intimacy of the confession.

“Shit, I’m sorry, what am I saying,” Burnin said, coming back to herself as she slipped her domino mask back on, wiping her eyes. “You’re little Bakugou! Bakugou-shonen. Sorry—having a kid doesn’t mean you’re a different person.”

“Doesn’t mean you can call me Bakugou-shonen either,” Katsuki groused, wrinkling his nose. “And besides…it does change you.”

“Yeah,” Burnin admitted. “You say it won’t, but it does.”

Katsuki suspected this kind of different treatment was a lot of what he’d have to expect as soon as the news segment went live in a matter of minutes. Better get used to it now.

“I actually gotta go,” Katsuki said, quickly typing the news site into his phone. “But hey.”

Burnin was already turning to go, but Katsuki caught her arm. The wrist was always a warm spot, but hers was like fire under his fingers, and it was only the years of calluses from his own heat that kept him holding on.

“It wasn’t luck that did this for me. It wasn’t luck for us and it won’t be luck for you. Whatever you’re wanting, it’ll happen, I promise.”

As he caught her red eyes behind the mask, neither so different from his own, he saw a smile forming and reaching up to them. “A hero shouldn’t make empty promises.”

“We do all the time,” Katsuki replied, putting his earbud back in. “It’s called spreading hope.”

He wasn’t even out the door before the preshow was booming in his ear. Frothing up the audience with it’s teased coming next’s and exclusive bomb drop. Katsuki turned his brightness all the way down as he stepped into the chilled evening air, using the phone to hide more of his face.

“We come to you today with breaking news,” Miyagi Daikaku said as a Breaking News graphic rolled out on the screen over the news desk. “Rumors have flurried for the last twenty-four hours around renowned heroes Deku and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight after the Internet was flooded with pictures of both heroes entering the Endeavor Agency with a baby in toe.”  

A photo flickered on the screen of Katsuki holding that car seat, a different one from the one he’d seen on Izuku’s phone from Round Face, but probably only seconds apart. This one had a better angle of both his and Izuku’s hairstyles as well as some of the telling scars on Izuku’s hands.

At least PR had gotten ahold of a decent news agency for this nightmare. Miyagi was rational, fair, trusted. The news would be sensationalized on the Internet in a matter of minutes, but, at least for the moment, it was being told by a reasonable voice—more reasonable than Katsuki or Izuku themselves ever were. Which was why Katsuki was walking home from work right now instead of interviewing. That and it would have been fucking miserable.

“We have received confirmation from the heroes themselves and their agencies, that the child in question is legally Deku’s and Dynamight’s.” The image on screen changed to dual images of Izuku and Katsuki in their costumes, looking professional and serious. If Katsuki didn’t know better, he’d think those two were prepared to raise a child. “The child is the result of a civilian’s Procreation quirk being used on both heroes.”  

Katsuki winced as he turned off the sidewalk and up to his building’s front stoop. That was bound not to play well. He had suggested leaving their statement at the previous sentiment. That Sugu was legally theirs and that was that. But the more questions they could answer, the less speculation they would invite. And speculation was the last thing any of them wanted.

“No one was harmed due to the quirk’s use,” Miyagi continued. “Due to the fact that the investigation is still pending, Endeavor Agency has nothing further to say at this time. We wish both new fathers good luck in the adventure of parenthood. We’re sure that they both will be wonderful in this new role.”  

Katsuki took out the largest key on his keyring and slipped it in the heavy door’s latch. The news was transferring over to human interest pieces as he called for the elevator and he shoved the phone in his pocket as the first story began.

There was no word about Izuku staying home from work. Nosy civilians would probably clock it after a few more days—Izuku’s ranking wasn’t the highest, but he was one of the most famous heroes in Japan. Certainly in the top ten in terms of name and face recognition, even if his stats weren’t. His absence wouldn’t go unnoticed for long. But, in the meantime, it was good for villains not to know that Katsuki was partnerless, especially if he was hoping to get back on the field soon. And hopefully it would keep Izuku’s rating stable too.

As he turned the key to his apartment, the sound of the news came in stereo, the sound from behind the door lagging a couple seconds behind the broadcast in his ears. He ripped the headphones out, letting the cord dangle from his pocket as he kicked the door closed and leaned down to take off his shoes. He realized a moment too late that this wasn’t a house where he could slam doors anymore, so he looked past the kitchen towards the living room, waiting to hear a high-pitched wail, but it was still just the news. Once he’d slipped off his shoes, he made his way that direction.

“Kacchan!”

Izuku’s voice came out sotto voce, quiet with the bassinet right beside the arm of the couch. A quick glance in told Katsuki that Sugu was fast asleep—deep enough that the loud television and door slamming weren’t even touching him in dream land. Izuku, however, had eyes glazed in that way that TV left them—dry from too long without blinking, lacking just a bit of that life-giving sparkle.

“Nerd. I see you’re slacking off now that you’re a kept man.”

He shoved Izuku’s head playfully as he plopped down beside him on the sofa, easily laying his head on Izuku’s shoulder. The remote was a centimeter or two from Izuku’s thigh and Katsuki pressed the power off before tossing it on the coffee table. Only when Izuku wrapped an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder, chuckling softly as he molded their sides together, did Katsuki let himself sink into the embrace.

“No, silly—I was just watching the broadcast.”

“Mm, furniture’s set up.”

“Yeah, Ochako-chan came over and helped.”

“Thank God,” Katsuki moaned. “Building shit with you is a nightmare.”

Izuku laughed and it vibrated along Katsuki’s shoulder, where it rested below Izuku’s collarbone. “Yeah, you know how she likes saving other heroes.”

“Saving you from yourself, more like.”

Each exhale brought the two of them closer, sinking deeper into the couch and each other. It brought Katsuki’s heart rate down from the walk, from the broadcast. His eyelids were growing heavy, despite the fact that it was only early evening.

“Did…did Kacchan watch the broadcast?”

“Had it on walking home, why?”

Katsuki had texted Izuku as soon as he had any info about who they were meeting with and what plans they were considering. He’d had Izuku on the phone for part of the meeting until Sugu had required a feeding, but he’d filled him in with the gist. There was no way Katsuki would have given the okay to any kind of messaging about the both of them without both of their approvals. So they’d both known the content of the news bulletin, even if it still was a nerve-wracking watch.

“I’m sorry—Kacchan hasn’t even had dinner yet,” Izuku said, tensing behind Katsuki’s shoulder blade. “Do you want a bento? I can make some tea for you and there’s still some leftover rice from this morning. Thank you so much for the breakfast by the way—it was delicious. I should have texted you my thanks, but things got busy—”

“Shut up,” Katsuki groaned, thrusting his shoulder into Izuku’s upper ribs so that he’d stay relaxed on the couch. “Worry about your own dinner, idiot. Has caring for a baby all day made you think I’m one?”

“Sorry,” Izuku said again, and Katsuki wished that TV screens were still reflective so that Izuku could see his massive eye roll. “You probably wanna choose your own bento anyway.”

“Damn straight,” Katsuki said. “Anyway, what is it that you were trying to distract me from?”

“Well…” Izuku squirmed, and Katsuki just pressed harder against him, forcing his head into Izuku’s neck. He only relaxed when Izuku settled again and continued, “What did you think of the broadcast?”

“ ‘S fine,” Katsuki said with a shrug less violent than his upper-body movements thus far. “They said what we told ‘em to. Internet’s still gonna fucking freak out, but they already were. Least we’re coming out ahead as much as we can.”

“Yeah…yeah, I agree…”

“…Your thoughts are loud but too damn mumbly to understand,” Katsuki said after a moment’s silence. He could practically hear Izuku worrying his lower lip and the deep crinkle of his brows furrowing.

“It’s just…” Izuku started, “Miyagi-san said that he was sure that we’d make good dads. I wonder if other people are thinking that.”

“Who fucking cares?”

 “I don’t know, maybe we should,” Izuku said. “I was thinking so much about all the people who are going to think the worst because they knew this wasn’t planned, but what about the people who think that we’ll be amazing and then we aren’t? I hadn’t even considered that.”

Katsuki didn’t even need a moment to consider it.

“Idiot,” he said. “Always worrying about the wrong things.”

“What do you mean?”

“The only person we’re at risk of disappointing is that lump right there,” Katsuki said, pointing across Izuku’s chest to the bassinet. “Everyone else is an extra. Even our parents and friends. Doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t love him.”

Katsuki glanced up. “What?”

“I was talking about it with Ochako-chan today,” Izuku confessed. “Actually, I didn’t even say it—she could tell, like it was obvious. So I’m sure you can tell too, so I might as well just say it. I feel good taking care of him and he’s adorable and I worry for him and I want him to be happy…but I also feel this kind of cold emptiness inside of me that’s just…it’s awful, Kacchan, it’s awful. I mean, Ochako-chan tried to say that it wasn’t, that it was normal, but it still feels…like there’s something wrong with me. So I had to tell you.”

In the position Katsuki was in, he could feel that Izuku hadn’t taken one breath in his whole diatribe. He waited a moment as Izuku’s face returned to its normal color, beige beneath all those ruddy freckles. Then he shrugged and said, “I felt the same way about you,” and the redness came right back.

As Izuku opened his mouth, Katsuki slapped his hand over Izuku’s mouth, muffling the exclaimed “Wh-what?!” that came next.

“It can be hard to love someone when most of what you’re feeling is worry and responsibility,” Katsuki said. “Once I was done being pissed and jealous of you, you were scaring us all to death every day. That made me feel pretty fucking empty inside too. Right now we’re just worried about keeping the kid alive. I figure once we feel more secure in that, we’ll love him soon enough.”

“Wait—you…you don’t love him either?”

Katsuki looked past Izuku’s chin and his adam’s apple over to the bassinet. He could just make out Sugu’s exposed face, fully relaxed as though he had full faith in the safety of the world. Full faith in his providers.

“I mean, we can barely say dad yet. Or son. Or any of that paternal nonsense,” Katsuki said. “Maybe we should just worry about getting there for now.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” Izuku admitted. “It’s weird to call myself a dad. Like I haven’t earned it or something. I’m just not used to it.”

“You haven’t and you’re not,” Katsuki stated. “Guess we just need to train.”

“Train?”

“That’s right, Dad,” Katsuki said, swallowing his wince. It felt unnatural coming out of his mouth, as much a challenge to muscle through as the first many dozen times he’d told Izuku I love you. Both things were true, but without the muscle memory behind the words, they came out wooden and forced.

Still, it brought a smile to Izuku’s face. “Or papa. I don’t care which.”

“You’re dad, I’m papa,” Katsuki decided.

Izuku’s grin remained, and it brought Katsuki’s face up to his. His neck straightened out and then they were eye to eye, and then they were lip to lip. Saying I love you to Izuku now still wasn’t the easiest. It didn’t come out as quickly as a love ya or you too, nerd, but no longer did it feel unnatural either. It was in him, deep and rooted. It sang in him as he tilted his head to better slot against Izuku’s mouth, hair flattening against the back of the couch.

Then came that squealing cry.

Both men pulled back, and Izuku’s smile was in place like it had never left.

“That’s all you, Papa.”

[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.