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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Definitely a jealousy smut! Rafe gets jealous that topper is getting too comfortable with the reader and rafe deals with it using his own ways.

Animosity

Warnings: non-con, jealousy, obsessive behavior, all the triggers

You plopped down on the couch with Topper, engaged in some pointless conversation about the pressures of being him when you feel eyes on you again. You glance up, catching Rafe’s eye from the opposite couch. His blue eyes were glassy and his jaw clenched while he loosely held a glass of scotch to his lips.

You looked back to Topper, who was too busy talking about himself to notice you were distracted. You’d been friends with the Kook boys for a long time. You were into the same things - drugs, girls, and partying. You were almost like another dude in their eyes but Rafe always seemed to glare at you for no reason. He didn’t like you but he pretended he did.

Rafe was very different. He was quiet and reserved when something was bothering him until he couldn’t contain it anymore. Then he’d explode. He’d have random fits of anger and violence then he’d be super chill again. You knew he was having issues at home but he never explained past it being his dad. When he wasn’t troubled, Rafe was tolerable. Maybe even funny and charismatic. But he likes trouble. He liked to stir the pot and create chaos, especially with Pogues. He’d plant little seeds of information then sit back as the drama unfolded.

In moments like these, when it was just the three of you, you were almost nervous. Rafe was unhinged and a loose canon. You never knew what to expect. Would he pick a fight with Topper? Would he start doing lines of coke? This was the Rafe that wasn’t tolerable.

“It’s just so hard sometimes.” Topper’s hand lands on your bare knee, gently squeezing and drawing your attention back to him. His eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response. You opened your mouth when Rafe puts his glass down on the coffee table a little too hard, startling you. You look to Rafe as he pours another scotch before looking back to Topper.

"Jumpy?" Topper asks, his thumb creating circles on the skin of your knee.

"Just tired." You give him a reassuring smile, pulling your knee away from him. Topper's eyes harden and his nostrils flare as he tracks the movement. You know Topper has issues with rejection so you quickly take his hand between both of yours.

"I'm sorry your mom is so hard on you. I wish she saw how hard you try to be good enough for her." You say softly, giving him a smile. Topper visibly relaxes, the attention diverted back to him and he starts to ramble on some more.

You look over, seeing Rafe hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes narrowed into slits and locked on yours and Topper's combined hands. You swallow as you carefully release Topper's hand and sit back against the couch. Rafe meets your eyes as he straightens, also leaning back against the couch as he seems to relax. What the hell was his problem?

It's late when Topper finally makes some excuse about needing to get home and you quickly agree, not wanting to be left here alone with Rafe. You start to follow Topper out the door when your wrist is snagged and you're hauled back, the door getting slammed in your face. You turn to face Rafe, craning your neck to look up at the six foot one brunette with your heart in your throat. Anxiety and nerves had you on the verge of throwing up.

"Are you making a move on Topper?" Rafe bites out, tightening his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. Your back meets the door and he slowly advances on you, his chest grazing yours.

"We're just friends." You fight to keep your voice even. You knew Rafe craved chaos and inflicting fear on others. He craved their submission and their willingness to please him. Rafe demanded control over everything. That's why he hated the Pogues so badly. Yet the only person who he couldn't bend to his will, was his father.

"It didn't look like a friendly conversation." Rafe growls, his red rimmed eyes glared down at you as he pins you to the door.

"I really don't c--." The words don't even leave your mouth before his hand wraps around your throat, tight enough to be a warning but loose enough to let you suck in half a breath. Your body starts to tremble in fear, realizing that you were completely at his mercy. You wouldn't be able to fight him off and no one would be coming to rescue you.

"See, the thing is that you do care. You wanted to see my reactions, that's why you pushed me. You drove me crazy on purpose. You wanted my attention and now you have it. Tell me, are you a whore?"

"Rafe--." You croak, clawing at the hand on your throat but he doesn't budge.

"Are you? Because I've seen you hooking up with more chicks than Topper and I combined. I've watched the way you fuck. You like to be in control and you like to be watched. Is that why you don't hook up with guys? Because you're a whore and guys won't have you?"

"Rafe--." Tears fill your eyes and he shakes you, baring his teeth.

"Answer me!" He shots, startling you to your bones.

"Yes!" You cry, sucking in a breath. "I like making you guys watch. I like making you guys want me and never having me. I don't sleep with guys because I'm afraid you guys will judge me. No ones ever good enough for the Kook King and I'm not a fan of being bullied. Plus I know that you guys are allowed to fuck as many girls as you want without being shamed but the moment a girl sleeps with multiple men, she's a whore." You spat, pushing at Rafe's chest. He smiles, licking his lips as he leans down.

"And what do you think now?" His voice meets your ear, his breath giving you chills. "Did you think you'd weasel your way into my friend group and we'd just accept you? Maybe we wanted someone that was just for us, not someone trying to be us." You flinch when his cock pressed against your stomach through his shorts. He was hard as a rock. And thick. You try to turn away but he doesn't let you and your anger gets the best of you.

"I think you're just a scared little boy afraid he's going to get his toys taken away." His hand tightens around your throat for an instant, alarm bells going off in your head that this was the end. Rafe would kill you. Then his grip loosens and he's dragging you over to the back of the couch.

"You want to know what I do with my toys? I make sure they know they're mine." Rafe holds you by the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the couch. You kick and lash out but fail to make any contact. Your shorts and thong are all but ripped from your body, baring you to him.

"I'm not yours." You laugh, despite the fear clawing at you from the inside. "You can fuck me but I'll never be yours. Hell, I want you to fuck me. I want to see how angry Rafe Cameron can get." You challenge him and he growls from behind you, slapping your ass. You bite your lip until you taste blood, refusing to give him any satisfaction as he slaps you over and over again.

"I will break you and I will own you.” Rafe growls, his cock suddenly at your entrance. You panic, worrying how badly it would hurt since you hadn't had sex with a guy in so long but also because you weren't in control. He was. And he wanted your submission.

"You can try," You pant, biting back a scream when he slams inside you with one go. It's like being split open with having no prep. You were soaked but he was still too big. He should've eased into it. You were so full, it ached deep in your gut. Your walls pulsed around him and every nerve was on fire, begging for more. Rafe started to laugh and it pissed you off more.

"You are a whore. You're fucking dripping and clinching to my cock." Rafe keeps one hand on the back of your neck, the other finding the center of your back as he starts to rotate his hips, stretching you. Your eyes flutter closed but you refuse to make a sound.

"This pussy is nice and tight. Maybe I will keep you around. I could get used to this." Rafe pulls out half way before slamming back in, making you gasp with the intrusion.

"Go ahead. I'll just fuck Topper next. Then Kelc." You bite out, trying to ignore how fucking good he felt inside you. Especially when he growled angry and started to pound into you as hard as he could. The couch started to scoot and you had to cling to the cushions. You couldn’t hold back the sounds that flew from you mouth, the way your body ignited as you came, or the deep satisfaction from taking the control from Rafe.

You think it’s over when his thumb suddenly probes your untouched entrance and you freeze, fighting to remain standing.

“Rafe—?” You try to stand upright but he doesn’t let you, his cock still buried deep inside you while his thumb presses against your ass.

“I think I want this hole instead.”

“No, Rafe, please.” You start to panic. His thumb presses harder and you sob at the burning pain. It felt like splitting fire.

“Why shouldn’t I? Give me a reason.” Rafe spits and you gasp in disgust as he presses harder against your opening.

“I-Ill do it. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” You plead, trying to tilt your hips towards the couch but it doesn’t help. It only makes his cock feel deeper.

“Convince me. You can do better.” His thumb presses harder and I squeal, trying to climb over the back of the couch but he presses an arm down across my back, bending me in place.

“Okay, okay! You win! I’ll do whatever you want, when you want. I won’t flirt with Topper or Kelc.”

“And?”

“What else is there?!”

“Say, that I own you until I decide I don’t.”

“Fine. You own me. I’m yours for the taking.” You mutter with an eye roll, your legs trembling.

“Good. Was that so hard?” You resist the urge to tell him to shut up. To go to hell. To fuck right the hell off. But his finger retreats, along with his threat, and he pulls out completely, spinning you around and forcing you to your knees.

“Open up. I want to paint that pretty face. Get used to being down there. I don’t plan on letting you cum until I’m satisfied and convinced you know your place.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #rafe outer banks #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron #tw darkfic #tw non con #tw noncon #tw dark content #tw dark theme #Rafe Cameron

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roseaesynstylae · 1 month

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So, the idea of the Bad Batch (minus Echo, plus Emerie) being the other half of the Nulls has consumed my goddamn mind. Therefore, as you do when an idea takes up residence in your frontal lobe for the foreseeable future, here's some headcanons.

The Bad Batch (except for Echo and Omega, who have no clue what's going on) hate the Nulls. As in, "murder on sight" hate them. From an in-universe perspective, there could be a myriad of reasons, ranging from feelings of abandonment to resentment over them having a better life. From a writer's standpoint, it's because I love me some good old familial dysfunction and angst.

The more...unhinged...tendencies the Nulls are known for manifests in the Bad Batch more as "let's jump off this cliff and use explosives to direct our fall!" and less as "hey, check out my new skin gloves!" Of course, if you push them too far, it's a different story. In order of least to most likely to pull a "lemme turn you into an art installation," it's Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech. Omega wouldn't do that, at least not at this point in her life. Wrecker, when enraged, goes for the just-hit-them solution. Hunter's a decent human being and usually wouldn't do something like that...Unless his kid's been kidnapped by a crazy Imperial doctor for the fifteenth time, on which point he starts becoming a little deranged. Crosshair hovers close to the line but wouldn't do it to someone unprovoked. Tech is a special case, in that he has to be pushed, but when he is, the results make the rest of the Nulls go "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

The Nulls want to reunite with their lost siblings and build a relationship, but that's kind of hard to do when said siblings (except Omega) keep trying to kill them on sight and none of them were built for intricate and deeply complicated emotional issues. Still, they persist. Eventually, they could probably get to the level of "awkward conversations" but it'll take a lot of work.

The Bad Batch have what makes the Nulls superior to regular clone troopers, plus their unique enhancements (which in this version are less defects and more Nala Se picking an attribute for each of them and cranking it up to 11). They feel that it makes them better than the Nulls, something they're not shy about expressing.

Emerie is the same height as her estranged (I can't think of a word that applies to this specific situation but this one will do) brothers, because I stan a tall queen.

Nala Se is smug as hell whenever she sees Orun Wa. "CT-9904 just broke all records for accuracy, CT-9902 discovered a new element, CT-9903 crushed beskar like it was paper, and CT-9901 tracked a man through five systems and a solar storm. What are your clones doing, again?"

There is no understating the sheer "wtf" that goes through the Nulls' heads when they first see Omega. But, of course, this is Omega. Imagine the cutest image of her you've seen, fanart or canon. That's what the Nulls see when they meet her. Unsurprisingly, the Nulls, who got the Mandalorian gene to adopt anything that isn't nailed down, go from "wtf" to "so smol 🥰" in roughly a minute.

Kal Skirata is in the corner. His attempt to interact with the Bad Batch did not go well. He casually calls Hunter "son," as he does with various characters, and the resulting explosion puts a thermal detonator to shame. Since it's clear that his presence is not making things better, he's sort of just in the corner.

The rest of Clan Skirata, and associates, are staying out of this. Gilamar and Vau took one look and retreated to the bar because they know better than to get involved. Everyone else witnessed one of the less acrimonious encounters and collectively decided that they are not jumping into the emotional equivalent of a pit of rabid wolverines.

Echo is the go-between. He does not want to be the go-between. But he's the only neutral party in this thing aside from Omega, and the rest of the Batch don't trust the Nulls with her.

Spare a though for 99. He raised four of these guys, often with the aid of leashes. Truly, he is an unsung hero of the Clone Wars

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psychwxrdd · 3 months

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Hiii! Can you please do one where you are at a party and Rafe is your boyfriend, and you accidentally kiss/ fall asleep on another guy, and when you and Rafe get home he hurts the reader so bad that her face is full of blood or something like that? You can make it as dark as possible!!!!!

i loved your request baby! so i decided to mix all of these at once, lmk if you liked it or want a part two!!

gone girl

summary: you're so much happier now that you're dead.

everyone can start again, not through love, but through revenge.

warnings: domestic violence, dark rafe, she is just like amy dunne!!!! i love writing about unhinged girls soooo much yall have no idea

Sarah got the journal in hands, staring at John B in fear of what they might find. It was Y/n journal. Their missing friend's journal.

I was hiding inside the closet, desperatedly trying to stop crying. My whole body was shaking, i knew that Rafe was above mad at me. The guy of my dreams, the love of my life. I knew he was about to hurt me real bad.

"Y/n!" he shouted, making me close my eyes and pray to a god i didn't even believed in. I covered my mouth, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible.

He punched the door of the room several times, and all i could think of doing was whisper to myself that it was all going to be fine, that maybe heaven did exist and i would finally see all my loved ones again. Thats when he shouted again.

"I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK, YOU HEAR ME? I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

I softly placed my hands on my face, covered in blood. The blood was coming from my forehead, making a mess, my clothes were full of it. All started when i drank a bit too much and started acting like a normal person. Talking, smiling to people, making new friends. Rafe hated it.

Rafe wanted me all to himself. He didn't wanted me to interact with the outside world, it was already hard enough to convince him to let me go with him to this party... He hated seeing me happy if it wasn't for him. Maybe not happy at all, anywhere.

He would freak out for the smallest reasons. I even considered his actions reasonable at the first ones, but now, he really just wanted any excuse to hurt me. He saw me as his personal punch bag. His pretty doll to brag, have sex with and take his anger out. Nothing more. It wasn't like i even existed to him.

I knew i had to do something, but i couldn't. I swear it takes the strench of a god to set boundaries and respect yourself when you're someone like me and you're in love with someone like Rafe. So i just let him. And look at what this has lead me to.

Sarah had her eyes full of tears, John B hugged her. She knew it from the beggining, her brother murdered her friend. They all knew it.

It all started when i showed up at Midsummer's party. Being the new shy and sweet girl makes people create their own versions of you, the versions they want to. You're nothing but a blank paper for them to draw. You're whatever they want you to be, especially when they're rich fuckers.

It's so easy to trick people into believing your new lies of a life. You just need some stupid girl to be your friend; I got Sarah. She liked me so much for "who i was." People will love you when you don't stand for yourself, they love it when you're quiet and just let them vent and talk about themselvs for hours. It wasn't hard for Sarah to trust me and allow me in her life.

Then you have to act like you're a dumb whore, for guys like Rafe to fall in love with you. They just love a bitch with no brain, someone they can feel like they have the full control of. Pretend you're so sweet they can't help but crave you as their trophy.

Rafe had his eyes on me since i walked into that stupid party. Full of shallow, sad people hiding behind those ugly dresses and suits. All women like me, pretending for their husbands, who were also putting on a masculine performance. For who?

"You know i'll take care of you for the rest of my life, right?" He asked me, between groans, still inside me "You're mine, nothing will change that"

And i smiled, as the sweet and submissive girl i was to him. Nodding my head. I wasn't bothered by anything he did because i had his money. I was getting something out of this. I was being paid to act, he just didn't knew it.

Then he started acting phisically abusive. Well, that wasn't part of my deal. And he was no longer giving me money, as he started a theory about how i wanted to keep this money to runaway and start a family with some pogue, JJ of course. He was some creative piece of shit, but i had my good laughing.

He started being obsessive about this JJ topic after i pushed him away in a fight, after Maybank was mentioned. He couldn't believe his sweet girl would disrespect him like this. She always behaved, always let him hit her to teach her some manners, why was JJ suddenly a trigger?

I knew exactly how insecure Rafe was. How he used violence to hide how small and stupid he felt inside. And i knew how much jealousy could drive him insane.

He stared at me with wide eyes.

"Yo- you just... You fucking mad cause i'm talking about JJ? Is this what it is?"

"No Rafe, it is not. You're acting crazy"

"Don't fucking tell me i'm crazy!" He pointed his finger at my face.

"I didn't said you are crazy, i said you're acting crazy"

He slapped me. Hard.

"Fix that tone to talk to me"

I stared at him for seconds before i let tears fall from my eyes. Slowly coming closer and doing the best puppy eyes i could ever. "I'm so sorry daddy, you know i love and respect you more than anything. I just want you to trust me. It hurts me that you would ever think i want anyone else when everything about me belongs to you"

His eyes softned at that, and he sighed. He felt weak. His hands went through his face and hair, anxiously.

"My princess...I'm so sorry." he hugged you. "You make me crazy, fuck. I just love you so much it turns into this. It's sick."

And i faked it so real, i was beyond fake.

"It's okay" i reassured, caressing his back. "I love this part of you, too"

His eyes were tearing up, he smiled.

"Say it again."

"I love this part of you too"

And there he was. The scared boy who just needed love. The pathetic little boy who never had attention or love from neither of his parents. The fuck boy who saw girls as mere objects to warm his dick for a while. The tough guy who punched everyone that slightly bothered him. The elitist son of a bitch. I got him.

"I wanted to make a surprise for you tonight" I smiled, cupping his face with my hands. Staring at him like i loved him unconditionally. "Can you come home after 9?"

He kissed me.

"Course, baby"

I'm so much happier now that i'm dead. Now that Rafe killed me.

I got everything i needed, his money. Not all of his money, just what i really needed. Half of it. I dye my hair a different color, a new haircut. Some different clothes i usually didn't wear, and here am i. In my way to the other side of the country. Leaving my journal and blood at his house. Making sure not only everyone would have sure that he murdered me, but my ghost would haunt him forever. He would never be able to know what happened, and how he killed me in the literal way. I didn't cared if he would rot in jail or not, he would die of insanity at some point. I can say that i killed for him. Who else can say that?

#rafe cameron #outer banks #x reader #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader

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fandomz-brainrot · 1 year

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Serial Savior (Stu Macher x Male Reader)

Lowkey a vent fic ngl 😭

TW: drugs (weed), panic attack, mentions of gore and murder, mom yells at reader :(

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The killing of Casey Becker had just been announced, and your mother couldn't be more over protective. As soon as it made the news, you were locked in your house. The school hadn't even shut down yet, and you were trapped. You sat on the couch as she searched your room, as for some reason she was suspecting YOU. Your clothes were strewn across the floor, all your little hiding spots ransacked. She marched down the stairs to where you had curled up. She shoved the items she was holding in to your face; a pack of cigarettes and a small bag of weed. Shit.

"What is this?!" She asked angrily, and you swore you could see a vein bulge in her forehead. "Why the hell do you have this kind of stuff in MY house! Do you want to end up like your father, hm?" She lectured. You clenched your teeth to try and control your fear and anger. You closed your eyes and gave her a weak shrug. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Go to your room." "But-" "NOW!"

And that's where you are now. Locked in your room. Trapped. You pressed your back against your bed frame and dragged your palms down your face with a groan. You looked around your destroyed room, upset by the mess but with no motivation to clean it up. And the words she said-- she made you sound like the devil for just having fun. It's not like you were hurting anyone; you just liked to smoke and have fun, that was all. Made life a little less boring...

...Well now the rest of your senior year is gonna be a total drag. And boring. Miserable, even. You let your head hit the frame with a soft thud, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as your breathing quickened.

Oh my god. She's going to lock you in here forever. You won't be able to see your friends, you'll fall behind on school, you probably won't even graduate this year, you're going to be so bored and so goddamn alone, but you're always alone, right? "Forever alone Y/n", that's what you say to yourself. God she's never going to trust you again, she hates you, everyone FUCKING HATES YOU-

Your longer-than-you-thought spiral was interrupted by a small tap on your window. You wiped a tear from your face with shaking hands and looked over at the alarm clock next to you, moving a clothing item that your mom had thrown out of the way so you could see the time; 2:00 a.m. Jesus Christ.

Two more thuds, slightly louder than the one before we're heard from the window again. What the hell could that be? Your thoughts start racing again as you shakily stand. You slowly walk closer, more taps and thuds being heard. You squeezed your eyes shut as you anxiously opened the window. It's going to be the killer, I swear he's going to get my attention and as soon as I open the window he's gonna stab and gut me just like Casey Becker and then my name will be on the news as everyone views my bloodied corpse--

"Why do you look so freaked out, man?"

Well that certainly wouldn't be the voice of the killer.

Your eyes shoot open as you stare down from your window. Standing below is none other than Stu Macher-- known for his unhinged personality and killer parties. Looks like you're safe after all...

You had known the guy since freshman year. You spent some time with Stu and Billy outside of school, occasionally going over to Stu's to watch horror movies with the two. You've even gone to a couple of parties, usually being the one to supply the booze and weed. Not to mention the small crush you've had on the guy since the year you met. What could you say, he was cute and goofy, so what more could you want?

So, you definitely felt safe with him. Didn't change the fact that he was apparently throwing pebbles at your window like some cheesy movie. At 2 in the morning.

You sighed in annoyance placed your face in your hands. "Stu, what the hell are you doing here?" You asked, your voice muffled by your hands as you drag them down your face.

"To rescue you from your prison, of course!" He said with a lopsided smile, rustling the handful of pebbles in his palm before dropping them. "Besides I needed to make sure you weren't gutted, ya know--" he clicked his tongue and made a slice gesture over his throat with his thumb "--throat to groin, insides on the outside, that kind of thing." He said, his smile never dropping.

You shut your eyes tight, pinching the bridge of your nose as your annoyance only grew. "Ew, man, gross, terrible visual." Stu's smile faltered, narrowing his eyes at you. Something about that made your hair stand on end. His gaze was more uncomfortable. "But I mean... you love all that cheesy horror movie gore, right? So what's the difference?" You looked at him with wide, uneasy eyes. His words didn't sit right with you. "That's... that's a lot different. That's a movie, man. This is real life. We KNEW her. Quite honestly it's terrifying." You said slowly, crossing your arms over your chest.

A look you can't describe crossed his face before quickly disappearing. He smiled at you again with a shrug. "Whatever man, just hurry up and get out here." He said, beckoning you with his hands. You leaned hesitantly out of the window, an eyebrow raised. "Is it really safe to go out this late? I mean... how do you know that I'm not the killer?" You said with a smirk. His grin only widened, and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I highly doubt that. Plus, no one will hurt us with me around, I'm too intimidating." He looked back at you while flexing his lanky arms.

You chuckled, shaking your head at him. "Yeah yeah whatever, just make sure to catch me when I jump out of here." You said, beginning to climb out the window. He held his thin arms out for you as you fell from the window. He stumbled as he caught you, your larger frame knocking the wind from him slightly as he nearly fell. The jump was far from graceful, but at least you didn't make too much noise or break your legs.

Stu tried to steady himself, since his thin frame wasn't well equipped to support yours. "Jesus Christ, just crush me while you're at it, huh?" He said sarcastically, earning another eyeroll from you. "Whatever, it's not my fault you're a literal twig."

"It's hidden strength, okay!"

You gave him a dead stare as you wrapped all of your fingers around his slender wrist. You couldn't quite tell in the dim lighting, but his face seemed to tint a dusty pink. "Get your hands offa me!" He whined, prying your hand off with a chuckle. "Just- get in the car before we get caught." He said with a grin as he dragged you off to where he had left his car. "Since when were you worried about that? Did I knock some common sense in to that little skull or something?" You teased as you ruffled his hair. He swatted your hand away with a quiet "shut up" coming from his lips.

You smiled fondly as he dragged you along. A couple houses down, in some random driveway, Stu had left his car. He opened the door for you with a dramatic bow. You got in with another roll of your eyes (If you had a dollar for every time you had done that tonight...)

"You're such a gentleman!" You said sarcastically. He gave you a playful wink as he got in on the driver's side. "I try, I try!" His tone was light, and the joy in it was infectious. You let yourself grin-- a genuine, full, happy smile-- and leaned back in the seat as Stu started the car.

You were free. Maybe only for a few hours, but still...

You were free.

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You had only been in the car for around 5 minutes, and it had been surprisingly peaceful. Stu had started playing his mixtape, and you were just... relaxed. Your eyes were closed as you just enjoyed the freedom, feeling the wind on your face and in your hair from the rolled down window.

Then Stu broke the silence.

"Sooo..." He started slowly, tapping his slender fingers against the wheel. "Why were you locked up there like a prisoner?" You sighed, not opening your eyes.

"Well, there was a double homicide on the news dingus."

"Yeah, I'm aware, but you were in there crying for a while--"

"Were you watching me?! Ew, dude, what the hell-"

"Well it would be kinda weird to interrupt you!"

"How long were you even out there man?"

His eyes widened slightly, as he glanced at you quickly before returning his eyes back to the road. He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile. "Uhhh... no comment?"

You looked at him with a face of playful disgust as you gently swatted his face. He glanced at you again with even wider eyes than before as he gently shoved you away. "If we crash, its not my fault."

You smiled at the brunette again, before leaning back once more. "Fine. If you HAVE to know..." you exhaled slowly, buzzing your lips as you stared at your feet. "My mom found my drugs... and she said a lot of really like... hurtful things... pretty scary..." you pursed your lips. Ugh, now the vibes feel ruined... You click your tongue, looking back at Stu. "So yeah, not very cool, BUT--!" You point at him with a lopsided smile. "Being here with you IS actually cool."

He chuckled, a small smile on his face. "Thanks for the flattery, really good for my ego!" His tongue poked out from his mouth, and despite the playful expression he showed, you saw his knuckles turn white as he put the steering wheel in a death grip. "But I do now have a personal issue with your mother." You let a small, amused "hmph".

You noticed where your knight in shining armor was pulling in, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh, why are you pulling in to a gas station, you don't need gas right now?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion. He parked, turning to face you with a huge grin. "Becauseeee I have a gift for you that'll make it all better, buddy!" he said enthusiastically. You crossed your arms, but couldn't fight the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh boy, what is it?" You say sarcastically, watching as Stu slings half of his body in to the back seat, rustling around for God knows what.

After a bit of searching, he pulls out two items with a proud "aha!" before presenting them to you; a glass bong and some weed that he had already grounded. "Now you can smoke again!" Stu announced with a wide grin.

You felt your lips tug in to a large, toothy smile. You looked back at him. It may seem stupid, but this meant a lot. This was how you coped, and he was willing to share his precious stash with you. And just you. It felt... personal. To you, this was peak intimacy.

"Dude... you- you don't have to, ya know?" You said, fingers brushing against the glass of the bong. Stu raised an eyebrow at you, already beginning to pack a bowl. "Uh, I want to though? I just wanna give you a good time man." He stated plainly, fishing a lighter out of his pocket when he was done. You leaned back in the seat, a content smile on your face.

Stu turned back to you, bowing dramatically the best he could in these cramped conditions before he presented the bong to you like it was a trophy. "First hit for you, my liege!" His words were laced with a shitty English accent. His eyes looked at you through his lashes, a huge toothy smile full of sharp canines gleaming up at you. His tongue poked from between his teeth, as he bit it to prevent himself from laughing at his own antics. He looked absolutely ridiculous. It was enticingly adorable.

You tilted your head at him, ruffling his short hazelnut colored hair. "Thank you, my knight." You replied, the same shitty accent coating your voice. You could've sworn his face darkened slightly as you took the bong and lighter from him.

You held out your fist to him, sparing a glance at the car's clock. It was 2:30, but it felt like the middle of the day, you just had so much energy and excitement. So much joy. You held out your fist to him, a smirk on your lips. "Cheers. This'll be the start to a great night, I'm sure." He bumped his against yours, letting your knuckles rest against his for a few moments as he met your eyes again. "Cheers, man."

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(Word count: 2212 words)

I'll prolly make a few more parts, I just wanted to get something out soon lmao

I had this idea rattling around in my brain for like ever and I just didn't know how to make it in to writing so sorry if it's bad :(

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icespur · 3 months

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DadGoro Navigator Quotes Help

5/2: update: replaced some paragraphs with the originals in my Google Doc, Including some example quotes I came up with

originally I had a concept I was going to post about "Teen Akeshu Daughter from the future gets sent to the past during P5R", but I got preoccupied.

She tries to play matchmaker to get Akiren and Akechi on the right path. But she also can't risk revealing who she is, Akechi and Akiren don't know what to think of her. To them, she comes across as an unhinged Akechi fan that ships him with the Phantom Thief Leader for some reason, and is from the future, and looks like a mix of both of them if they squint real hard.

Akechi especially finds her irritating, and finds her very selective sharing of who she is very suspicious, and isn't buying her surname being “Akagi”. His detective senses are ringing like sirens that “🚨 THIS FUTURISTIC BITCH IS SUSPICIOUS AS FUCK! SHE’S CLEARLY NOT BEING TRUTHFUL IN THE SLIGHTEST, DO NOT TRUST, ALSO HIGHLY ANNOYING AND EVASIVE, MUST KEEP WATCH OF SUSPICIOUS TEENAGER! 🚨

So when Komari joins the Phantom Thieves in battle, and the rare instance where Akechi briefly takes over as Navigator, he especially makes his irritation of her known and just how much he doesn't give a shit what happens to her in battle.

("Akagi" is her "undercover" surname)

“Akagi-san’s health is down. Heal her I guess~”

“What a tragedy, Akagi-san has perished.”

“Oh, Akagi-san is fully healed and ready to continue to grace us with her presence~”

“Akagi-san has been incapacitated. Can't say I'm surprised.”

But once he finds out she's his future daughter—-

Granted,the fact that he’s destined to eventually have intercourse that leads to knocking up his rival is—-alot to take in—-. but this is his daughter. His future flesh and blood, he—oh he feels like such a piece of shit 🤦. Curse his trust issues and natural skepticism, he was a fucking dick, how is he going to fix this?

The “Daughter Reveal” makes him take a 180 in his behavior towards her. Something just clicks and “Fuck this annoying suspicious little shit.” Turns into “I've only known Komari for a couple of months, but if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” With zero warning.

I am thou,

thou art I,

Protective Dad Akechi has awakened!

Komari becomes number 1 priority in battle, and he’ll freak out if she gets injured or inflicted with an ailment. He demands Joker to immediately help her like the whole world will implode in on itself if he doesn't. Other teammates or enemy strengths and weaknesses be damned, Komari is important.

and this shows especially in battle.

The first time Komari gets severely injured in battle, Akechi practically teleports to her side and catches her in his arms. “JOKER, YOU BETTER HAVE A FULL HEAL ITEM ON HAND, USE ONE OF THOSE WEIRD DRUGS FROM TAKEMI-SENSEI YOU BOUGHT, HURRY! YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FAST ENOUGH YOU ONLY HAVE TWO POCKETS IN THAT COAT, HOW COULD YOU MISPLACE IT?! THE LONGER YOU TAKE FAILING TO FIND IT THE CLOSER MARI-CHAN GETS TO THE AFTERLIFE, ARE YOU THIS UNPREPARED AND USELESS WHEN THE REST OF YOUR TEAM IS IN DANGER?!”

“You stay with me, don't you dare close those eyes, you are not dying on us. You're strong, you can get through this—-JOKER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!”

Tears streaming down face while still yelling “PAPA’S HERE, I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, once your IDIOTIC FATHER finally heals you you’ll be all better.”

In the scenario where Komari and another party member is low on health, Akechi ignores them.

Ryuji speaks up faintly “Uh, hey. Hate to interrupt your guys' very understandable panic–but any chance you could throw me a full heal too?”

Akechi growls back “Walk it off, Sakamoto-kun, this isn’t about you!”

Just----the complete 180 from:

"Oh, what an absolute tragedy, Akagi-San has died, tip your masks in respect everyone. She will be sorely missed, if only we had a revival on hand~"

To:

"MY BABY!

JOKER, GET THE REVIVAL ITEM, HEAL HER, HURRY HURRY, GET IT OUT FASTER, OUR PRINCESS IS FADING, ARE YOU THIS USELESS WHEN YOUR OTHER TEAMMATES ARE IN NEED OF HEALING?!

when infected with ailment, Akechi and Joker immediately tag team her with the feather fans to bitch slap the ailment away.

Akechi or Joker always perform a followup attack when she's having her turn in battle.

After a successful battle and if Komari's Persona levels up and gains a new ability, the in-game dialogue would be Proud Dad Akechi complimenting and drawing attention to it. Pretty much a more aggressive version of Prince attire Akechi leveling up. “Everyone, look! I gained a new ability. :) “

A couple example dialogues I came up with:

“Hey, everyone pay attention, what, were you all raised in a barn? Mari-chan gained a new ability.”

“JOKER LOOK!---” Physically forces Joker's head to face Komari and her Persona (Even though he was already looking). “MARI GAINED A NEW ABILITY! HER STATS WENT UP AND EVERYTHING, SHE’S GETTING SO STRONG, MAYBE EVEN STRONGER THAN US, WE CREATED SUCH AN UNSTOPPABLE BADASS YOUNG LADY AIIISTRHGHGJFGHSSGNSKJS.”

“I’m already looking.”

“THEN FUCKING SAY SOMETHING, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SELECTIVELY MUTE!”

.............

“My future princess is turning more and more into a powerful badass with every new ability 🥲🥹. Ahem I mean—-oh, Komari-chan earned a new skill, ooo, that’s a good one.”

..............

“AHAHA! NOW YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ENEMIES QUIVER BEFORE YOU EVEN MORE! MAKE US PROUD.”

................

Then, a friend mentioned dialogue for other battle actions like Baton Pass and Ailments that I didn't even think of!

So I'm going to have you fellow Akeshu fans participate because I'm having trouble coming up with more Proud Dad Akechi dialogue.

Write some dialogue reactions for Akechi if his and Akiren's daughter was a playable party member.

(you don't have to fill out all these sections. Just, if you come up with a line for one of the below actions, reply or reblog with it and once I get enough participants I'll make another post.

Akechi/Crow: passes Baton to Komari:

Crow/Black Mask response to Komari Attack Quotes:

Komari Dodges Attack:

Komari Downs an enemy:

Double Enemy Down:

Down all enemies:

Defeats an enemy:

Defeats two enemies:

Defeats last Enemy:

Attack miss or Skill miss:

HP at 25% at start of turn:

Affected by Tarunda/Attack Decrease:

Affected by Rakunda/Defense Decrease:

Affected by Sukunda/Speed Decrease:

Suffering from Shock:

Suffering from Freeze:

Suffering from Brainwash:

Suffering from Despair:

Suffering from Forget:

Suffering from Confuse:

Suffering from Rage:

Downed:

Recovers from being downed:

Incapacitated:

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Age is just a number

A little Birthday fic written for May @itsmaybitheway

Short, fluff, fun with FP Girldads.

Age is just a number - Sophie1973 - Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston [Archive of Our Own]

Or read it under the cut

When Henry enters their house, the first thing that catches his attention is the tempting aroma of freshly baked cookies. The next thing he notices is his lovely husband, wearing Henry's monogrammed apron and looking deliciously rumpled. His glasses rest on his nose, and his curls are slightly tousled as he places a tray of still-warm cookies on the kitchen counter.

"Love, these smell heavenly," Henry remarks instead of a traditional greeting, to which Alex responds with a grin.

"Hey, baby. How was your day?"

Henry reaches for a cookie, but Alex bats his hand away. “Wash your hands first.”

“Yes, Papi,” he retorts mockingly but complies nonetheless.

Henry leans in to kiss Alex. He feels the softness and warmth of Alex’s lips, humming softly into the kiss. After a quick trip to the sink to wash his hands, he returns to his husband for a proper greeting. Henry wraps his arms around Alex’s neck as his husband wraps his around his waist. They exchange a fond look, their noses brushing, before they lose themselves in a passionate, lingering kiss.

“I thought you were craving a cookie?” Alex asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes once they come up for air.

“What cookie?” Henry replies with a dazed smile, leaning for another kiss.

The front door slams with a sudden, jarring bang, and they both startle. Their intimate moment is brutally interrupted, and they regretfully let go of each other.

“Dad! Papi!”

Emilia June Fox-Claremont-Diaz, their little hurricane, bursts into the kitchen, her curly chestnut hair bouncing with each step and a beaming smile lighting up her pretty face, radiating her excitement.

“What’s with the banshee wail? And by the way, you’re paying for that hole you just made in the entry wall," Alex says, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Millie completely ignores him. “You’ll never guess who is coming to Austin in July,” she exclaims, her voice high-pitched and vibrating with excitement.

“The Queen of England,” Henry quips, and Alex snorts.

In most households, this might be taken as a joke, but not in theirs. The Queen of England was actually coming to spend a fortnight with her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter.

Millie rolls her eyes. “Haha. I thought Papi talked to you about the dad jokes. Anyway, I love Grandma, but no, it’s October Sun. Can you get a ticket, please? Please, please, please?”

She gives Alex her best puppy eyes and pouty lips, a tactic she knows works better on him than on Henry. To be fair, Henry is far from immune himself, but since Alex always had a hard time refusing his little girl anything, Henry had to step in from time to time and be the reasonable parent. To be even more fair, Henry sometimes couldn’t say no either, and Alex was the level-headed party. Thankfully, they had managed to find a perfect balance over the years.

“Wait, which one is October Sun? Is that the band with the lead singer who looks like Dad?” Alex asks, and Henry can't help but sigh.

“Yes! Just, you know, much younger.”

“Delighted to hear I’m a decrepit version of a boy band singer,” Henry says, taking offense. He is not even 40 years old, for fuck’s sake. But he supposes that it seemed dreadfully ancient in the eye of a 14-year-old girl.

When October Sun rose to fame, the internet couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance between the lead singer and Henry. The rumor mill went into overdrive, with some suggesting he could be a secret love child even though Henry was only 14 years his senior and, as most of the world knew by now, had never slept with a woman in his life. More trashy magazines ran with unhinged theories, like the lead singer being a clone of Henry or a shape-shifting alien who had assumed his form. Alex had made a top ten list once of the craziest ideas, which Millie had found extremely funny, but Henry not so much.

Alex kisses him on the cheek. “This guy has nothing on you, babe. You’re way sexier.”

Henry’s face lights up with a smile as he tugs him by his apron strap, pressing a soft kiss to his lips to show his appreciation for his husband’s devotion.

Millie sighs. She knows better than to interrupt her parents when they are having a moment, but her patience is limited in this case. “OK, but can we stop with the gross kissing and talk about the concert? It’s super important to me, guys.”

Henry takes pity on her and releases his husband. “What do you think?” he asks, although he already knows that a negative answer is not in the cards. If it makes their daughter happy, they will do everything in their power to keep her that way.

Alex, mirroring Henry's sentiments, shrugs and smiles.“I don’t see any problem with it,” he echoes.

Millie emits a piercing squeal, causing Henry to cringe slightly, but the pure joy shining on the teenager's face makes it worth it.

"Should I grab tickets for both of us or would you prefer to go with Dad?" Alex inquires while tidying the kitchen counter.

She makes a strangled noise and has the good grace of looking sheepish. “Uh…Neither of you?”

Henry raises an eyebrow, and Alex crosses his arms. “Oh really?”

“It’s just that May’s mom has already agreed, and her big sister will come with us. She’s 19,” she explains.

Alex lets out a disappointed sigh. "What if I wanted to witness a younger, sweatier version of Dad, bouncing around and belting out tunes on stage? A throwback to the days when he ruled with his own rendition of 'Don't Stop Me Now'?"

“Christ, Alex.” Henry chides, though they share a fond, knowing smile at the memory.

“First of all, gross. Second, it’s not exactly your kind of music.”

Alex scoffs. “Will you stop with the age shaming? I’ll have you know that the music I used to listen to was way cooler than most of the crap we hear now.”

“October Sun is not that bad, actually, “Henry chimes in, finally taking a cookie. His husband and daughter look at him in unison. “What? It’s catchy.’

He starts humming one of their most popular songs, but the lyrics don’t quite come to mind, so he improvises a bit.

Millie laughs.“Those are not the lyrics, Dad.”

“So?” He shrugs and reaches out for another cookie. “I’m a writer. I make my own lyrics,” he says, biting into the delicious treat, relishing the blend of chocolate and cinnamon. Alex has many, many talents, and his baking is among the top five. Henry made much progress in the kitchen over the past decade, but Alex has always been a natural.

Alex plants a kiss on Millie’s forehead. “Time for homework, Mija. I highly doubt November Rain will get it done for you.”

“October Sun,” she corrects him, her smile a mix of exasperation and affection. “I love you both, and you are super cool Dads and not that old.”

“Yes, that statement feels genuine and not at all interested,” Henry retorts sarcastically.

“But still not cool or young enough to see January Snow with you, though,” Alex adds shrewdly.

“Ok, now I know you’re doing this on purpose. Please wait for me to leave before you start smooching again?" Millie quips playfully before leaving the kitchen.

As she exits, Henry nestles back into Alex's embrace. "She's growing up too fast," he muses wistfully.

Alex chuckles. "Thinking about starting over with another one?"

“If I’m too old to go to a boys band concert, I’m definitely too old to get pregnant,” Henry jokes.

He lets out a soft gasp as Alex’s hand slides under his shirt, and his fingers graze the smooth curve of his waist.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

****

Later that night, Alex still wears his glasses as he reads in bed. From the ensuite bathroom threshold, Henry gazes at him lovingly, planning to show Alex exactly how much he appreciates the glasses and the sexy stubble adorning his chin in a few minutes.

But first…

Henry turns on the Bluetooth speaker, opens Spotify, and plays the song he hummed earlier in the kitchen. Alex looks up, a surprised smile lifting his lips.

Grabbing his toothbrush, Henry leans against the door jamb in what he hopes is a sexy, seductive stance. He begins singing, determined to refrain from butchering the lyrics this time.

“I know that you're a little bit older

But baby, rest your head on my shoulder

Before it gets a little bit colder

I want to get closer to you

Girl, we could keep it going the whole night

Or do a little more in the moonlight

Just let me get your number and your time

'Cause I want to get closer to you.”

Alex puts his book down and pushes back the covers, crawling to sit on the edge of the bed. He lets out an appreciative whistle.

Henry squats down along the doorframe, aiming for a smoldering look at his husband. He’s not sure he’s succeeding, but he can't help a smug smile when Alex’s eyes linger lustfully on his thighs.

“Not too bad for an old guy, huh?”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Henry, you’re 39.”

“I know, but these guys are like 20 years old. But none of them have written a book or abdicated. Or had a sexual scandal. Oh no, wait, I think one of them did. Never mind.”

Alex bites his lip, obviously trying not to laugh. “Sweetheart, are you having a midlife crisis already?”

Henry thinks about it for a minute. “No, I don’t think so. And I just gave you a Grammy award performance, so…” He stands between Alex’s knees, threading his fingers through his curls. He’s due for a haircut, but the length has its benefits. Sex-related benefits that they both enjoy very much.

“Are those the actual lyrics, by the way ?” Alex asks, gesturing to the Bluetooth speaker where the song is still playing. Henry turns it off.

“Yes. The singer had an affair with an older woman a couple of years ago. It was all over the gossip rags.”

Alex pouts. “So he’s less hot and straight? I think I’ll stick with the decrepit version, thank you very much.”

Henry leans in, his lips brushing his husband’s before pulling back. “You haven’t rated my performance yet,” he teases.

“Baby, it was fabulous. Beyonce and Taylor Swift are weeping with envy right now.”

“I detect a hint of mockery.”

Alex breathes out a fake offended gasp. “Sweetheart, I would never. Just don’t quit your day job, ok? We need to pay the bills, somehow.”

Henry shakes his head and pushes him back on the bed before joining him, crawling over him on all fours. Alex lifts a leg and wraps it around his waist. “Are you ready for your senior husband to rock your world, darling?”

Alex waggles his eyebrows. “So ready. But don’t break a hip or something.”

Henry snorts and gives him a playful smack on his butt. “I’ll show you who’s in danger of breaking a hip,” he says with a mock growl. He lowers himself, pressing his body against Alex's, his lips trailing soft kisses along his neck.

Alex shivers, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re going to have to do better than that, old man,” he whispers, his voice laced with playful challenge.

Henry’s eyes shine mischievously. “Oh, I intend to,” He says, capturing Alex’s lips in a deep kiss.

Their banter fades as Henry pulls back slightly, his breath warm against Alex's mouth. “I don’t mind getting old as long as I’m doing it with you,” he whispers, a surge of emotion clogging his throat.

Alex smiles, his hand gently cupping Henry's cheek. “I promised you forever, remember?”

Henry’s heart swells with love as he gazes into Alex’s eyes. “Now, let’s see about that world-rocking, shall we?”

Alex laughs, pulling Henry closer. “Bring it on.”

#red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #Birthday fic #Sophie1973

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Makarov x Roach wasn't something exactly in my ships to get obsessed with buuuttt... Reverse au? 141!Makarov x mastermind!Roach

🥺

Reverse au is a very interesting concept and I will take any opportunity to make Roach more feral as well as write him as a little out of it lmao

Warnings: Slight Dub-con

Makarov groaned as he slowly woke up. There was a painful pounding in his head, likely from whatever had smacked him hard enough to knock him out. He brought a hand up, feeling around his head and wincing in pain as he found where he'd been hit.

He brought his hand back down, looking at the red that decorated his fingers. He gave a huff at the sight, shaking his head at himself. He couldn't believe that he let someone get the jump on him. On him! The most paranoid member of his team and someone had managed to sneak up on him.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, observing his surroundings quietly. He was in a house of some sort, a kitchen if the fridge in front of him told him anything. He couldn't help but be a bit confused by his surroundings. He and his team had been infiltrating an American Ultranationalist factory when he'd been hit. There was no reason for him to have found himself anywhere near a house.

He looked over himself, noting that, surprisingly, only his weapons had been taken. He was amazed to find that they'd left him his communicator. He moved his vest so that he could look at it closer, noting with a wince the cracks along the little box and the several missing parts.

It wasn't likely to work, but it didn't stop him from trying. He flipped the switch of it on, wincing at the loud whining noise that filled his ears. He pressed the button to speak, "Price? Gaz? Ghost? Soap? This is Makarov. Come in. Can you hear me?"

"I doubt they can," A voice called out causing Makarov to jump, "I smashed that up pretty good while I was dragging you here."

Makarov's eyes met the maniacal grin of a younger man. He sat on the table in the connecting dining room, kicking his legs underneath him in the way a little kid would. Makarov recognized him immediately, dread pooling in his chest.

"You're-" He cut himself off with wide eyes.

The other man gave him a fake pout before pushing himself from the table, "I'm-" he mimicked his tone of voice before giving a little giggle at his words. "I'm, I'm," he mimicked again. He continued closer toward him and Makarov could see the knife that was hanging from his belt. Finally, he came to a stop in front of him, crouching down to his level and holding a hand out with a grin, "Gary Sanderson. Friends call me Roach. You call me Roach."

Makarov stared at his hand, completely dumbfounded. The head of the American Ultranationalist party, Gary Sanderson, was holding his hand out for him to shake. The very unstable man that Makarov and his team had been hunting for years was now telling him to call him by a nickname? "We're friends?" Makarov said rather dumbly. It was the first thing that had managed to come to his mind.

Roach didn't seem to mind. Instead, he stood up again, a grin fixed on his face as he looked down at him, "Well I hope so! I didn't kidnap you not to be friends!"

Makarov continued looking up at him, dumbfounded. He'd understood that the man across from him was unhinged. He'd heard enough about it in the team's briefings, but he hadn't realized how unhinged he was. "What?"

Roach turned away from him briefly, walking around the island that rested in the middle of the kitchen and over toward the refrigerator. He opened it, digging through it as he spoke, "I've been watching you for a really long time. Your whole team really, but you, in particular, caught my interest."

"I don't understand," Makarov managed to mutter out as he watched Roach turn away from the fridge, a small bowl of cherries held in his hand. He watched as the man bumped the door to the fridge closed with his hip before popping one of the cherries into his mouth.

"Do you like cherries?" he asked as he stepped back toward him, "I love cherries." The words were said in an almost moaned-out way. The noise made Makarov's body heat up slightly. He had no idea what was happening.

"Cherries are fine," He answered, his voice high, "But-"

"Oooo!" Roach gave him a mischievous grin, "You want to see a trick?" Makarov didn't have time to respond before he was watching Roach pop a cherry stem into his mouth. A moment later and he poked his tongue out, the stem tied into a perfect knot.

"That's," Makarov shook his head, "Impressive. Listen-"

"Thank you!" Roach spit the stem out onto the floor, discarding the bowl of cherries onto one of the counters before walking back toward him. Before Makarov could even move, Roach was on him, dropping down to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around his throat. He blushed bright red at the contact. "I've heard that people find it alluring when you can do that." He gave Makarov a grin before pressing his finger gently against his nose similar to the way Makarov's mother had done to him as a child, "I learned it just for you!"

"I," Makarov tried not to let how nervous the man was making him show on his face. He was sure that he failed, "I really don't understand. I caught your attention?"

"Yes!" Roach pressed closer to him, nuzzling against his neck like a housecat. Makarov jumped when he felt the man press a light kiss just beneath his ear.

"Wha-why?" He placed his hands on the man's hips trying to put a little bit of distance between them.

Roach pulled back to grin at him, "Because you're cute! Why else?" He leaned forward to place a small peck on his lips. He separated from him only as far as he would need to be able to speak, that grin still fixed on his face as he added, "And now you're mine! Isn't that fun?" He kissed him again.

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange #gary roach sanderson #vladimir makarov

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 years

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@jilytoberfest | 31 prompts | Prompt 1

Prompt: "Smile!"

Read it on AO3

Summary: Lily is struggling to make connections at one of Slughorn's networking parties. James lends a helping hand, or well, arm.

Words: 2,604

Photo by abbs johnson on Unsplash

Smile

Lily usually despised Professor Slughorn's parties. She wasn’t dumb, she knew they were all treated like little trophies he collected despite having little-if-anything to do with their successes at Hogwarts, hoping they’d be of some use to him at a later point in life. But she’d also be lying to herself if she said she didn’t need his contacts in the wizarding world for next year given current events. Post graduation it was a lot about who you know rather than what you know given the state of the newly erupted blood war. So here she was all dolled up in her best emerald floor length dress and waltzing around the room trying to weedle into any conversations as she could. The tension in the room was palpable. There had been another attack on a muggle village by the ‘death eaters’ today. The divide between the muggle world and wizarding world was growing stronger and wider, leaving Lily dangling over the edge due to her blood status. Though she couldn’t exactly choose to go back to the muggle world at this point, she didn't have the appropriate education for that. She was a witch. She was a witch. A muggle-born witch.

More often than not she was excluded by the rest of the room. The panic was starting to rise in the back of her throat and she kept having to wipe her sweaty hands on her dress, in fear someone might actually wish to grasp it in a pleasant handshake eventually.

“Smile!” Hissed a voice in her ear. Cool and indignant.

Lily turned to face Severus Snape. He towered over her in his dark dress robes, they appeared to be new. Perhaps one of his friends had leant them to him, she knew he certainly didn;t have enough money for a pair of shiny new robes like that.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed.

“You ought to try smiling. You’re prettier when you smile. It’s more welcoming.” He sneered as he glided away from her towards where a group of fellow Slytherins had congregated.

She was seething at his words. Lily delved into her pocket to reach for her wand. Maybe a stinging jinx would make Snape smile. However, before she could pull her wand from her pocket a gentle hand wrapped around her wrist and held it in her pocket. She tried to pull her hand away but her adversary held firm.

“Not here.” James Potter spoke firmly, meeting her eye before he released her wrist. “Hex him to your heart's content later Evans, but the last thing you want to appear as in this room is unprovoked and unhinged.”

As much as Lily hated to agree with him, he had a point. Much like Snape, he too was dressed in a pair of dark dress robes. They were nice, clean and well pressed but didn’t look as new as Snape’s had. She supposed he actually had more occasions to actually wear dress robes and wore them frequently when not at school. It was the first time she’d seen him dress so smart and dare she think it, handsome.

“What’re you doing here Potter?” She asked.

“I was invited.” James shrugged.

“Why?” The question sounded more callous than it should have, she knew.

James Potter had every reason to be invited by Slughorn. He got good grades across all his classes, he especially excelled at transfiguration, he was head boy and also captained the Gryffindor quidditch team, he was a superb flyer and most importantly of all… he was a pureblood.

“I imagine it’s something to do with my father,” James answered.

His response shook her a little, his father? The confusion must have shown on her face because he chuckled lightly at her.

“You honestly don’t have a clue who my father is, do you Evans?” he said, as if her lack of knowledge on the subject was somehow refreshing to him.

“Someone important in the ministry I presume” Lily retorted defensively.

“Wrong. He’s a potioneer. Quite a famous one. Retired actually.” James said even more bemused by Lily’s frustrated face flush.

“Well I’ve never heard of him. What’s he famous for?” She queried.

“Sleakeazy’s. He invented it, marketed it, then sold the company.” James shrugged again, bringing a champagne flute to his lips smirking.

“Fuck off” Lily replied incredulously. James nearly spat out his drink as he guffawed.

“I promise you it’s true. Fleamont Potter. Slughorn’s been trying to get me in one of his soirées since first year.” James admitted pulling Lily closer toward him by her elbow as a waiter moved behind her, precariously balancing a tray of mini quiches. “I’m just making sure Sluggy sees me before I slip out of here. Maybe this way he’ll stop his pestering.”

“Well at this rate I’m going to be stood here all night hoping someone bloody notices me.” Lily replied frustratedly, she yanked the unfinished champagne from James hand and skulled it quickly.

James smiled and took the empty glass back from her. He motioned to the waitress carrying around champagne. The witch approached and bowed politely offering her tray, James placed his empty glass on it and took two more before she whisked away again. He handed the second glass to Lily who looked like she needed it.

“I recommend going up to people if you want to network,” He suggested.

“Tried that. I’m an unknown, not exactly favourable here.” She scoffed while sipping on her drink. “Pretty pointless at this point to be honest. I’d be better off slipping out of here with you.”

“As delightful an idea as that sounds to me, Evans. I imagine it’s not your preferred end to the evening. Would you like me to introduce you? Break the ice as it were.” James offered.

“Would you?”

“Absolutely. So long as afterward you help me discreetly take off with a plate of those little sandwich things afterward. They were quite delicious and I missed dinner.” He replied, he gaze following the waiter walking around with a small platter of said sandwiches.

“Alright then. Deal” Lily agreed.

James held out an arm for her to take his elbow with her free hand. Lily did so and he promenaded her to the closest group of ministry wizards. Each of the men seemed pleased to lay eyes on James and curiously looked his company up and down.

“Gentleman. James Potter, and this beauty is my companion and head girl, Lily Evans” James greeted with a gentle nod of the head, which the men returned.

“Good to see you boy. I hear rumblings Gryffindor might actually take out the quidditch cup this year. The wasps have been scouting this year you know” Said one Wizard with a twirly moustache, who James clearly recognised but Lily hadn’t the foggiest who he was.

“Well I would assume as Minister for Game and Sport you’d know all about it Sir. But I have to say I don’t think I’ll be joining the Wasps. Puddlemere will always have my heart” James replied, subtly queuing Lily into the strangers identity.

“Any team would be lucky to have you,” Lily added gratefully.

“Looking for a career on the pitch then lad?” Asked another wizard, as three other ministry witches joined their fray.

“I think it’s every young lad’s dream to have a career on the pitch, but given the current climate I do wonder if it’s the best use of my skills. I’d consider it of course but right now I’m leaning more towards the auror office or perhaps curse breaking. Doesn’t hurt to have the N.E.W.Ts” James responded calmly which had the rest of the group nod in agreement.

“And what of you Miss…” One of the witches started, realising she didn’t know Lily’s name.

“Evans. I’ve recently sent my letter of inquiry to the St Mungos healing program, but Professor Slughorn has also written me a letter of reference for the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. I’d quite like to be able to continue with experimental potion research.” The words left strange on Lily’s tongue, she wasn’t used to trying to big herself up to complete strangers.

“Can’t say I’m familiar with any Evans” Said an older witch.

“That may be because I’m muggleborn” Lily suggested, knowing she was potentially about to open a can of worms.

“Ah I see. Perhaps a career in the muggle liaison office would be wise.” suggested a gruff sounding wizard with a long beard. His tone was obvious, he didn’t approve of Lily Evans the muggleborn whatsoever.

“Personally I find the mere suggestion abhorrent Mr Dagworth. The muggle liaison office requires an O.W.L in muggle studies and nothing more. I know for a fact that Lily here achieved several Outstandings in her O.W.Ls and has even been taking advanced courses this year with ease. I’d much rather see her push the wizarding world into the future wouldn’t you?” James said sternly, grabbing Lily’s hip and pulling her into the crook of his arm.

The way he said it was so commanding and his eyes remained locked on the wizard, Dagworth, who had been so rude. Dagworth looked flustered and averted his gaze from James, seeing that no one was about to step up to his defence.

“If you’ll excuse us ladies and gents, there were a few others we said we would lend our ears to this evening.” James nodded politely and steered Lily away towards another group on the other side of the room.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Lily said in a hushed voice. Turning to see the group they had left had closed rank and were muttering quietly amongst themselves. “You’ll ostracise yourself. People talk.”

“Let them.” James said calmly, “My family have never made it a secret we have no issues with blood purity or muggles. If I get a job somewhere it’ll be on my own merit and the likes of that lot will know to steer well clear of me.”

With James at her side it was a lot easier for Lily to infiltrate the room that it had been before, even if all he did was stand there and let her talk. She managed to speak with a wizard from a research team based out of Germany who sounded like they were making some promising potions, a medi witch from st mungos, a recruiter for the department of magical law enforcement, another for the department of misuse of magic. As well as a most mysterious wizard who couldn’t say what exactly he did for a job in the ministry but said he would certainly keep the pair of them in mind.

“I think I owe you that sandwich platter now” Lily sighed with relief as the room started to thin out with guests departing.

“Nah sod that, they’ve all started to congregate. Much too difficult to sneak one without my cloak. We can just go to the kitchens direct, I’m sure the elves won’t mind.” James shook his head as they moved toward the door back to the inner workings of the castle.

“You know how to get into the kitchens?” Lily asked.

“Quite a few of my detentions have been served in the kitchens.” James admitted, “The elves quite like me.”

“Why does that fact not surprise me.” Lily rolled her eyes as she walked in step with him down the corridor.

“I’ll have you know I’m full of surprises Evans” James winked.

“Like your secret invisibility cloak?”

“How the bloody hell do you know about that?” He asked.

“You literally just said we couldn’t steal a plate of food without your cloak” Lily laughed.

“Oh true I did, didn't I?” James shook his head “Clearly I’m not getting enough sleep.”

“That might have something to do with gallivanting around with a werewolf last night”

“Okay hang on…” James started.

“I know about Remus, I’ve shared prefect patrol with him. I’ve seen him in the hospital wing. Not to mention how many times Snape has tried preaching at me. Also… the lot of you took a vow of silence for a month in fifth year… you seriously didn’t think I couldn’t put two and two together and work out you were all trying to become animagi?” Lily raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay you got me there. Maybe I’m not full of as many surprises as I thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck. James tickled a pear on a painting of a bowl of fruit, which Lily correctly assumed to be the entrance to the Hogwarts kitchens.

The room was enormous, as big as the great hall somewhere above them, with mounds of glittering brass pots and pans heaped around the stone walls, and a great brick fireplace at the opposite end. There were elves sweeping and others still doing dishes from dinner. A couple paused their work and approached James.

“Master James, how may we help?” One squeaked.

“Can we just get a plate of sandwiches please Pitts” Lily heard the exhaustion in James voice as he asked.

“Could we take them to go back to Gryffindor tower please?” Lily added.

“Certainly Miss. One moment please” Said Pitts as he headed off to make a plate of sandwiches.

Pitts came back shortly after with a platter stacked with sandwiches, which the pair took gratefully and headed for the common room. The common room fireplace was barely embers when they entered and everyone had long since gone to bed. James fell into the three seater couch with a sandwich already half in his mouth. He groaned happily as he continued to chew.

“Thanks for tonight.” Lily said as she placed the platter down on the coffee table and took a seat beside him. “I would have given up and come home long before otherwise.”

“You’re ‘elcome” He said between bites.

“You’re quite good with the schmoozing” Lily complimented.

“Comes with the territory. My mum’s on a few boards at the ministry and dad’s well… dad.”

Lily leaned into James arm, resting her head on his broad shoulder as she ate.

“You scrub up quite well too.”

“I think you’ve had a few too many glasses of champagne Evans. Two compliments in one night?” James laughed as he grabbed another sandwich from the table.

“I give credit where it’s due. Plus I dunno, those dress robes do it for me.” Lily felt James go tense beside her.

“Alright Evans har har very funny.”

“What? They do. I’d say they’re right up there with your quidditch robes.” Lily continued.

“Seriously Evans it's not funny cut it out.” James said sternly.

Lily pulled away from him and turned her full body 90 degrees so she was facing him, despite him being side on.

“I’m being serious. I think you look good James.”

He refused to look at her. He’d had a good night. He didn’t want to ruin it for himself.

“What have I got to do to prove I’m not kidding?” She asked. He shrugged.

“Oh for fucks sake Potter.” Lily said exasperated, getting off the couch.

She stood in front of him, plucked the sandwich out of his hand and threw it back down on the platter so he was forced to look at her. When he did she leaned down and kissed him square on the mouth, giving him no time to react before she pulled away.

“I think you’re fit, Potter. Now maybe if you keep your head out of your arse this can go somewhere.” She huffed.

“I’d like that” James replied, mouth dry.

“Good. Then smile!”

#Charms Library #jilytober fest 2022

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cherry-velvet-skies · 1 year

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It is time for the finale of the Beatles Era Ratings series ❤ This series was so fun I don't want it to end lol

Episode 4: Paul McCharmly 😁 And as of now all four parts are available in my Masterlist if you haven't seen the others 🥰

Archie Comics Character (Pre-Beatles Era)

Tell me he doesn't look like a 50s/60s cartoon character

Simultaneously looks 18 years old and 8 years old this kid's a fucking wizard

He has the vibe of those people who seem super cool but talk to them for too long and they get real annoying real fast

4/10 his only skill is his seemingly endless inventory of cheesy pickup lines

Petulant Schoolboy (1962)

Resting Pout Face ™️

There is a certain level of entitlement radiating from this image but we don't have time to unpack all of that

Looks the same as practically every other kid his age but still thinks he's the best looking one

5/10 is cute until he opens his mouth

Undercover Ken Doll (1963-66)

His appearance has not changed since the beginning of the Beatles

Looks identical to his Beatles cartoon counterpart and no I'm not wrong

This man is one minor inconvenience away from throwing a full-blown tantrum

6/10 though I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him the least bit adorable

Teen Caught With Fake ID (1967)

Never have I seen a real mustache look so fake in my entire life

When people who work at convenience stores tell stories of underage people who come in trying to buy alcohol, this is the people that come in

He's 25 and he looks 15 I hate it here

3/10 maybe next time don't let your LSD trip determine your facial hair pattern

Understandably Conceited (1968)

Very similar to Undercover Ken Doll but there is something different here. Something...better

Beautiful and he knows it

His eyelashes are longer than mine what the hell am I doing wrong

9/10 he's a 9 but he gatekeeps his skincare routine

McBeardy (1969-70)

Jesus Christ do I even need to say anything

The only other exception to my "I hate beards" rule

The mustache cannot stand on its own it must be accompanied by the beard

1000/10 I want him to fuck me just so I could forget about my problems for a while

No (1971)

How did we go from McBeardy to t h i s

You really thought that having beard hair longer than the hair on your head was a good idea? I think the fuck not, James.

Every time I think about Paul's style evolution I desperately try to delete this one from my memory

0/10 I actively despise this

Hot Dad at a Pool Party (1972)

Well at least the beard is gone

The title is exactly what I mean. I have no other way of describing this look

His hair is a little shorter than I feel is the ideal length for him but it's not bad

7.5/10 it's enough to make me have a crush on him, but it would be nothing more than that

Baby's First Mullet (1973)

Looks cute but also concerningly sexy

I hate that I like this but then again rockstar mullets are different than regular mullets so I have nothing to be embarrassed about

His eyes are so big how does he do that

9.5/10 if I saw him at a club I would definitely wanna sleep with him

The Eighth Circle of Hell (1974)

And we're back here again I am in AGONY

The trainwreck of a mustache ON TOP OF THE MULLET? I am at my fucking limit.

This is the face of a man who has done his fair share of cocaine

12598347/10 I had it at a 2.5/10 at first and the only reason I changed it is because there is some sick twisted part of me that's attracted to this and maybe that's why I'm so angry about it. I thought about my rating overnight and ended up having a dream that we fucked and he looked like this and it was so hot. My affinity for skrunkly men is one that both comforts and deeply disturbs me.

Mullet Yoyo (1975-78)

No matter how long or short the mullet got it never left

At least the mustache is gone I can't take having to face my most embarrassing turn-ons anymore

To be honest he somehow looks more unhinged with just the mullet

7.5/10 my brain doesn't like it as much without the facial hair oh my god Cherry what the FUCK is wrong with you

Intermission (1979-80)

It's not that I don't like this. I just really have nothing much to say about it

Sort of a middle ground in between the chaotic energy from the 70s and the dilf energy of the 80s

He looks handsome I'll give him that

7/10 I certainly have nothing to complain about

Give My Regards to Dilf Street (1981-85)

Oh shit here we go

His hair got longer and none of us knew how to act

When I say I watch the Broad Street movie for the plot, this is the plot

3000/10 this man is a frequent visitor of my sexual fantasies

Warden at Horny Jail (1986)

I'm- 🥴

Nobody talk to me

This is the epitome of dilf energy it's not even a competition

36459871/10 please just fuck me already

Questionable Choices (1987-88)

He cut his hair I am in shambles

Paul why

He doesn't look bad but obviously the long hair is way better

5/10 I don't hate it but my heart belongs to another

The Swan is Gliding (1989-97)

The dilf haircut is back thank god

Paul you have redeemed yourself

He looks unbelievably sexy but for some reason it's missing something that he had in '86 and I don't know what it is- oH MY GOD HE DYED HIS HAIR THAT'S WHAT IT IS

1000000/10 it's still one of my faves but COME ON PAUL YOU'RE A DILF FOR GOD'S SAKE YOU NEED TO EMBRACE YOUR GRAY HAIR YOU'RE A SILVER FOX BABE PLEASE

Time Traveler (1998-2003)

He started looking real old real quick

But of course I will not be harsh with this era because I know it was a super tough one for him

I know all too well that when you're super stressed out, your appearance is the furthest thing from your mind

5/10 honestly he just looks like a typical guy in his sixties so there's nothing to bash anyway 😊❤

Lead Role in a CBS Crime Drama (2004-10)

This pic just gives me NCIS/Criminal Minds cast photo vibes idk

Again I mean this in the best way possible but he looks like just some guy and there's nothing wrong with that

A suit will always be sexy to me though

8/10 I have a certain appreciation for this one

Main Character Energy (2011-16)

This era of Paul was the moment

His hair is longer again and yes I do think he looks very sexy

A majority of the music he released in this era is just *chef's kiss*

10/10 this photo is from the promo for the NEW album which fucking slaps btw it's honestly one of my favorite albums from his solo career

Hey Grandude (2017-19)

I'm sorry I just had to name it that I think him using it for a children's book title is too cute

The gray hair is coming back and I very much do think it suits him

This is not so much "just some guy" but more like "a guy who aged beautifully"

9/10 if you told me he was approaching 80 years old I would not believe you

Eternal Rockstar (2020-Present Day)

Oh my god shUT UP

I have to say dilf. Do I have to say dilf? I feel like I have to say dilf

Don't dye your hair anymore babe you don't need it

10000/10 I had to choose this photo it taunts me too much 🥵

#1974 gave me an existential crisis that i would like to never experience again dear lord #I saved Paul's for last because I knew it was going to cause me the most emotional damage #Out of all things I had to prepare myself for...having to accept the fact that I'm down bad for an 80 year old man was not one of them #paul mccartney #james paul mccartney #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon

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mariacallous · 6 months

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The Western press rarely shows China’s leader, Xi Jinping, smiling broadly or laughing, seeming to prefer photos of him that project a stern, even dour demeanor. Yet last week, Western media coverage of Xi’s face-to-face meeting with U.S. President Joe Biden in Woodside, California, near San Francisco, featured image after image of a jovial Xi cheerily waving as he strolled along a garden path with Biden or smiling warmly as he gripped Biden’s hand on the red carpet.

The lingering question is: Why the change?

Was it, as some coverage portrayed it, that the United States suddenly had the upper hand in the ongoing contest between the leading powers after years of trailing growth, leaving Xi softened or humbled? Or was it, relatedly, that Xi had become so alarmed by the post-pandemic stall-out of the Chinese economy that he felt obliged to show up in California as a lightly disguised supplicant in bad need of foreign investment?

Neither of these explanations is especially persuasive. In terms of economics, the relative fates of superpowers rarely hinge on trends that can be measured in as few years as the brief period in which China’s economy has begun to lag. The idea that Xi came to California hat in hand, looking for China’s enormous economy to be bailed out or revived by a new burst of Western investment is also belied by the facts. Xi abstained from making direct appeals for investment, and he made no public concessions to the foreign business types who have begun to complain about the increasingly difficult operating environment they have faced in China, from politically targeted audits and the arbitrary detention of executives to the ongoing theft of intellectual property.

It is more likely that diplomatic rather than economic motives underlie Xi’s new style. Under his leadership, Beijing has pursued a foreign policy in several parts of the world of jutting jaws and squared shoulders, often speaking bluntly and in a patronizing tone toward other countries. And while this seems to have paid off for a while at home, making some audiences there swell with pride that their country had become a power to be reckoned with, over time it has produced sharply negative returns.

Even with the United States experiencing big stumbles of its own—such as a badly botched withdrawal from Afghanistan, a war that looks increasingly stalemated in Ukraine, an increasingly incoherent populist right-wing Republican Party, a dysfunctional Congress, and great looming uncertainty over the next presidential election, which will pit an unprecedentedly old Biden against an unhinged (and almost as old) Donald Trump—Xi’s China has been steadily losing diplomatic ground due to its assertive approach.

This can be seen in numerous parts of the world, but it is clearest in China’s own neighborhood, where it matters most to Beijing. There, countries as disparate and far-flung as the Philippines, India, Australia, and Vietnam have been firming up their ties with the United States as a hedge against pushiness from China.

I shared my own theory about Chinese assertiveness under Xi in a book I wrote about China’s conceptions of itself as a global power over a span of many centuries. In it, I explained that since the late 19th century, the preoccupation of Chinese elites and much of China’s state behavior have been wrapped up in recovering a position that the country takes—not unreasonably, given its large population size and long and distinguished history—as its natural and deserved place at the center of world affairs. During his first 10 years in power, Xi was no different; only his tactics marked a departure from the recent past.

I assessed that Xi had become persuaded that China had a limited window of opportunity to cement strong gains in power relative to the rest of the world—and especially the United States. The chief reason for this was that even a decade ago, it had become widely understood that China was set to experience an enormous and globally unprecedented wave of aging and population decline and that a shift in demographic fundamentals as profound as this would impose huge costs on the state—in lost labor and output as well as in the huge new outlays of capital that would be required to take care of older adults and the chronically ill amid a stark dearth of young people.

For Xi, this meant that China had to move fast and with ambition and focus to improve its position in the world and lock in those gains. This helps explain the enormous Belt and Road Initiative that Xi rolled out shortly after taking power. It helps explain the large increases China has made in armaments, and especially in costly naval and ballistic power, during this period. And it explains China’s assertiveness in the East and South China Seas of the far-western Pacific as well as the feeling that Taiwan has increasingly had during this time of wearing a bull’s-eye on its back.

Unfortunately for Xi, who has removed formal limits on the length of time he can serve as leader but who still faces human limits like anyone else, the trends that are most important to China’s medium- and longer-term prospects have dramatically worsened over this time. And even for a leader famously averse to changing course, this has begun to render a policy of sharp elbows prohibitively costly.

According to one Chinese demographic expert, the country’s overall population declined by 850,000 people in 2022 and will continue to shrink strongly until 2097. Despite an aggressive recent reversal of the country’s infamous one-child policy and official encouragement to women to have more babies, China’s fertility rate has seen a continuation or even acceleration of the decline in the average number of babies born per woman. According to official statistics, a new record low was reached in 2022, with 1.09 children per woman on average. Demographers say that 2.1 children per woman is the number needed to simply maintain a steady population size.

China’s population accounted for 22 percent of the global total in 1980. By 2020, the percentage had fallen to 18. And according to the United Nations’ median projections, that number will stand at only 14 percent by 2050, with more continued decline in sight. In 2050, people over 65 will account for 30 percent of the population, or more than twice the present level. This will render guns-versus-butter choices for China excruciating, including making recruitment and staffing for the world’s largest armed forces in terms of manpower much more difficult and expensive.

There may be no reason thus far to believe that Xi has fundamentally altered his views about the Chinese economy, which have strongly favored state corporations over private enterprise, both domestic and foreign. There are, however, increasingly strong reasons to believe that after years of strengthening, China’s overall position in the global economy is under severe pressure and may even decline.

In one of the most sobering recent assessments of China’s prospects by a prominent economist, Ruchir Sharma wrote in the Financial Times that China’s economy is set to decline this year in nominal terms. Over the last three decades, China has usually been a leader in driving the growth of the world economy. Its share of global output rose nearly tenfold between 1990 and 2021. Using China’s own data, though, Sharma wrote that in 2023, China will account for none of the world’s economic growth. The United States alone, he said, will generate 45 percent of the $8 trillion of expected expansion in the global GDP. India, Indonesia, Mexico, Brazil, and Poland will supply almost all the rest. “That is a striking sign of possible power shifts to come,” Sharma wrote.

Xi did not come to the United States humbled by any of these realities, and China’s medium- to longer-term objectives as a world power have not turned in some new direction on a dime. China’s daunting recent fundamentals are sobering enough, though, that even this man, one of the most willful leaders the world has seen in decades, is having to take stock.

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Ok so. Musical is a bit of a mess to put it lightly. I am aware of that in the same way that I am aware that Russel Crowe as Javert is a bit of a mess. However I am a known enjoyer of things that are a bit of a mess.

Anyways. Part of where like recordings of the soundtrack fall flat is that the Broadway version that is our most accessible recording and most often preformed version makes Jekyll just. The wettest rat of a man, as in even when he's being a bitch, he's being played up as like. A dishrag. It's worst in Confrontation (the Complete Works version with Anthony Warlow is the one that trended on TikTok for a reason and that is because Jekyll doesn't sound like a sad cat reaction image) but even when he's going "Fuck these guys I'll just do it myself," he sounds like he'd be stopped by a stiff breeze. My humble opinion is that. This man is not in fact *that* level of pathetic. Like he's pathetic, just not. That pathetic. He's a man who lives on the bleeding edge of science and you don't do that if you are that level of made of tissue paper. The Complete Works is tonally a bit more unhinged but totals out to like two hours WITHOUT any of the spoken segments and a couple of the songs that are like! Good from the broadway version just don't hit quite right there! Honestly you could make a playlist slamming together songs from both versions and come away with something much more. Maybe not accurate per say, but probably more entertaining.

That is all that will be remotely coherent. This is the point where I explain a musical that I am sorry in advance if you've seen because Long Tangent. Closing out my proper J&H Musical Thoughts here, you are welcome to just Ignore the rest of this thing.

I am in fact "guy who watches musicals once, goes 'huh, neat,' and then starts grabbing songs for their home-grown blorbos" so I happen to have a collection of musical soundtracks (except Hamilton. I've self imposed a Hamilton ban because that's all there would be otherwise) to pull from just on hand ready to go. And I came to. Well, easily one of the conclusions ever because I was weighing between songs from J&H and Finding Neverland for a playlist. That is that, for Some reason, the latter half of Finding Neverland is like. The tonal opposite of J&H but starts coming close to the duality of man themes in similar ways.

This is mostly weird because Finding Neverland is a musical that is, in theory, based off of REAL MAN playwright James Barrie. The Peter Pan guy. The show is like a Marginally more fantastical Hamilton type of approach where you can tell that this is Not How These Things Happened In Real Life but in a way where it's like "Let's use our imagination together to get through the worst of life, as a Group!!" until RIGHT before you go to intermission where you get "Circus of your Mind" and "Live by the Hook". Circus of your Mind is like okay sure just the rising action higher tensions version of things happening in this dude's imagination, things are bad now, sure. Why not. "Live by the Hook" is directly after that and is where fictional character Captain Hook appears to introduce himself to James Barrie as "the part of you you don't like to talk about at tea parties" and tell him he needs to write a properly scary villain. Hook cameos in the background of like Multiple scenes in the rest of the play as a shadow (limited by Hook sharing an actor with another character for "Oh look the more intense part of him he doesn't like is the same as the guy putting financial pressure on him ohhh we're Cool and Smart" reasons) to be like? Motivating I guess? This is mostly weird as all hell because, again, this is ostensibly about a real guy?? Baffling choice here, up there with the romance plot existing at all (dude was ???? dude was something but not. The cheater who ditched his wife for a dying woman THAT's pretty sure).

The rest of the plays aren't all that similar but if you want same energy opposite directions for like. "Façade Reprise 1," and "Confrontation" then "All of London is Here," for the former and "Live by the Hook," and "Stronger" for the latter are sure out there I guess? If you need songs for a playlist where those are just too negative ig.

If you haven't listened to Finding Neverland it's pretty good if you approach it as not biographical, although I saw it live off Broadway first and I cannot, for the life of me, find the song that took the place of All of London in that version which has been driving me BATTY for like four years now.

That's the rant, I am sorry for inflicting this on you lol, ur design for Hyde is the fun sorta menacing which? Vibes!

Wow… Gawdamn

Though I really see we’re your coming from, this is so real and stands on its own…

#jekyll and hyde #musicals #submissions to ronnie

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Chapter 1053 — The new emperors

And it’s here! The final chapter before the break.

Feelings, both high and low, as well as revelations are in store. So without further ado, let’s delve in!

Morgans is my fave.

Nothing more to add.

(CP0-name! Guernica? Interesting… reference to Picasso in general or the painting in particular or Spain in very detailed focus?)

Edit: HUGE THING TO ADD!

Say what you will about reddit, but those historically-accurate-dudes do have their eyes with them! There’s a wild Sabo in the background! Looking all kinds of angry! WILL THE REVERIE-MYSTERY BE REVEALED AFTER THE BREAK?

Love the new bounty pictures! Kid is rising, rising, rising in my esteem, lovely little unhinged ball of metal and punk that he is.

And great subversion of expectations to give them the same bounty! Well played.

Proper, well-bred Jinbe. Love his patience and manners.

And the chaotic energy radiating from the others!

Yamato is clearly one of the team, although this could also be a “he’s enjoying his first real festival before he stays at Wano to help Momo”-type of Vivi-esque thing going on as well. Although Yamato has said repeatedly that he wants to leave and go adventuring, so that’s what I expect he’ll do.

Robin found her poneglyph! Just hoping for her to find the red one as well, although that might be this one with the shading as well. We’ll have to wait for Word of Oda for that.

Although I wish he could stop with his messiah-tendencies regarding dead people.

I get it, it’s not nice when people die. But in a story, they sometimes die for narrative purposes and bringing them back just makes the reader question the whole plot. “Welp, what was all that for?” is a question that springs to mind.

So of course Tengu-san can’t just be a sword smith. Of course he has to be the long-dead Kozuki Sukiyaki who also somehow managed to smithe several cursed blades that are still somehow good enough to be of exceptional quality that they are included in guide books on cool swords?

Seriously, not a fan of resurrecting people who (1) died in a flashback and (2) for a very good reason.

Oh well, looking forward to learning more about Pluton, at least.

Okay, new admiral is creepy and has some very unsettling daddy issues going on.

This whole spread is light an joy and pure delight. Have it all! Strawhats! Akazaya-members! Minks! Hamlet and Horselina! And oh, my weeping heart, the visual silence surrounding Kin’emon and Tsuru who are finally reunited.

And more heartwarming close-ups! This time of the rival crews, partying with the rest!

Really like Kid’s crew! Truly the most diverse one out there.

And then, the sweet little twist at the end of the Christmas cracker: the panels that summarise the extremes of my reactions to this chapter.

On one end: called it, with the new admiral being the break’s cliffhanger.

On the other: SWEET BABY GARP, BUGGY’S AN EMPEROR?

WHAT? HOW?

The last we saw of him, he’s egging his followers on after being ousted as a Shichibukai and trying to scarper in the settling dust.

…what happened in those <calculating> SEVEN DAYS BETWEEN THEN AND NOW?

…he’s getting his dream of being on par with Shanks, at least…?

Also, the flowers that spring up behind Ryokugyu are really interesting. Will he leave Wano a bountiful and green nation after the industrial wasteland brought by Kaido and Orochi, or is it a poisoned present?

Great chapter, I give it a bounty of 3 billion berry.

A nice little wrap-up with a cute little twist at the end. Take your well-deserved break, Oda!

#one piece #ch 1053 #opspoilers #one piece spoilers #nin reads one piece

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Party Favor to a Friend

Finally finished this one-shot. I know I’m jumping from idea to idea a lot but I do not pick what the wheel of ideas in my brain lands when it stops spinning.

Summary: two friends discuss purchasing a box-boy one met at a party

Warnings: child abuse/ general abuse mentions, missing person mention, institutionalized slavery

“You want- I thought we both agreed that kind of stuff is..” he trails off in confusion, trying to find an non-confrontational way to say unhinged. She’s not that kind of person. She’s the kind of person who *makes fun of* that kind of person; detached rich people who do insane things because they can.

“It is which is why I need you to. Or really want you to, if you can. I don’t know exactly how this works, but I know you have the money for it,” Anthe starts, and Tim waits. Out of all her spur-of-the-moment ideas, he isn’t quite sure how she’ll manage to convince him on this one. “Basically, I was at this party, and this girl who USED to be my friend had a boyfriend who owned a box boy, and I ended up meeting him a few times after that. He just looked.. He was so battered I was surprised he could move,”

Damnit.

He nervously taps his fingers against his leg, a few moments passing. If he’s not careful, he’ll chew a hole in his lip.

“Aren’t there.. people, for that? A hotline?”

She sighs, in a way that he knows she’s frustrated but will explain if he asks. But she’s already thought through this a thousand times and probably has some very good reason why that wouldn’t work. He doesn’t know, off the top of his head. He imagines it’s generally the same reason why no one ever interfered with the way his parents raised him, and why Anthe wouldn’t trust any authority if it killed her.

“Okay, so.. hotline won’t work to help him. How do you know his owner will even let me?” Tim says.

“Because I’m pretty sure the guy only got him because of his girlfriend initially, but ended up beating the shit out of him, and his girlfriend wasn’t into the bruises,”

“Ah.” He swallows. His shirt is getting wrinkled from the way he’s scrunching the fabric between his fingers. It’s not like he’s going out today, anyhow. “And.. what would I do? Assuming I can get him.. he’d just live with me?”

“You have mentioned your new place is very empty,” she says. Her voice sounds a little uncertain, now. Somehow that makes him more nervous. Usually when she has some big idea, she’s brimming with bravado.

“Maybe a rescue?” Tim says instead. “We’d have to research it, but it would probably be better than me keeping him. I’m not exactly equipped to help someone who’s gone through that sort of thing, and I don’t really know anything about box boys,”

“Yeah. That’s probably better. I just.. he’s hurting,” She says. “I know it’s not like I can save everyone, but we could save him. He reminds me of you. And Lemmy,”

The next few moments are static. There are sounds but be processes none of them.

“-ou there? Tim?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” He breathes out slowly. “You usually don’t mention them,”

“Well, it makes you fucked up and zone out,” she says. “I wanted to wait till you’re ready to talk about them. But he really does remind me. I think it’s the eyes, a bit. They’re green but they almost look kind of hazel-y sometimes. And he has a bit of a southern accent, too, but I think they must’ve taught him to hide it,”

“Right,” Tim breathes. “Do you ever wonder if they..”

he isn’t quite sure if he has the words.

“Ended up signing up to be a box boy? It doesn’t really seem like them, but nothing about that whole thing did either. I kind of.. hoped so, sometimes? Used to, before I met Gin - the box boy. Because at least they’d be alive. But now.. I don’t know if I could ever hope that kind of thing for them,”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Tim nods. “I would just.. think about them being on vacation in some nice place, and just forgot to tell the rest of us.”

Anthe snorts. “Like a tiny tropical island? With the little umbrellas in the booze?”

“Yeah, like that,” He agrees. “And they listen to the ocean every day. And sometimes they’re tempted to call but whenever they do there’s just no service, so they get back to playing volleyball and surfing and having bonfires,”

“You’ve thought about this a lot,” Anthe says, fond and sad in a way that makes him scrunch up his shoulders and look away from his phone. It’s maybe a good thing she can’t see him.

“Yeah. I think I just think about them a lot in general. Not that- not that you don’t, I just-“

“I get it,” she assures, and he takes a breath of relief. He’s a little terrified of the undertone that maybe she knows- that he loved them. It’s not something he’s ever told anyone, but she would probably be the one to figure it out. And for some reason, the idea of someone knowing.. especially when he never even got to tell *them*.. it makes feel a little sick and weird inside.

“So,” he says, trying to fill the silence. “The box boy’s name is Gin?”

#BBU #oneshot #anomawrites

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Dust Watched: The Rising of the Shield Hero Season 2

Genres: Isekai, Fantasy // 13 episodes // S01 (x)

Zzzzzzz.....

✧ story ✧

The first season of "Shield Hero" pissed me off to an insane degree and this one almost put me to sleep multiple times.

I actually was interested in this season. The last one ended with the most interesting characters showing up, some stakes, whatever. But then the 1st episode doesn't even mention that. Naofumi is back in his village with some of his party members, doing nothing, preparing for the next wave.

Despite this season being 13 episodes long, they managed to force 2 arcs in here, both of which could've been a 1 cour by themselves with some padding. The first one is the Spirit Tortoise Arc. It's some legendary creature and that's as much as I remember. It woke up for some unknown reason, is on a rampage, the other 3 heroes besides Naofumi decide to peace out immediately because they know the outcome, which they decide to not tell him because???

Anyway they fight it, it's quite boring. There's a sprinkle of interesting lore in one episode I guess. Here we meet Kyo, an unhinged idiot who came from the other world as L'Arc and gang. He also holds a Vassal weapon. Anyway, after a really shoddy ending to the Spirit Tortoise Arc which lasted like 4 episodes, Naofumi and gang decide to follow this dude because they want to take revenge for a character they've known for about 2 days.

Second Arc plays out in the other world which frankly looks much more interesting than the cookie cutter "European Medieval Fantasy Land" we've seen a million times. I actually read some posts on the forum and apparently they cut out and reorganised a lot from the original Light Novel making it somehow... worse? An incredible feat considering how low the bar was.

The only thing saving this arc is the new characters, otherwise it's incredibly rushed and disjointed and soooooo booooringgggggg.

✧ characters ✧

The worst and best part of the season. Kyo, the main villain, is the MOST stereotypical villain. He just laughs. Evilly. Oh and there's another dude who has the exact same personality.

Middle ground is Ost, who really could've used some more conflict with her character and definitely more time so we could get more attached to her.

Best is the heroes of the Other World. Kizuna is fun and so are the other Vassal Weapon holders (not Kyo) even though they really don't get to do much. More important is the way Naofumi can bounce off of these characters.

Filo was done dirty and at first I thought Raphtalia had some highlights but hearing how much better the source material treated her, I changed my mind.

EDIT: I completely forgot that Rishia was even in this anime despite her having the most screen time after Naofumi and I think that by itself explains everything you need to know about her. She had one cool scene.

✧ art ✧

Abysmal. The art was one of the only positive things in Season 1. This looks like literally every generic isekai out on the market, sometimes even worse. You could say they were saving for the "final big battle" and while it looked better, it also was just 2 characters standing in one place then a building blowing up.

✧ sound ✧

OP/ED are bangers. The VA's were obviously struggling with the script, especially Kyo's, the poor dude. The OST is really weird because by itself it's good... but it doesn't fit with the scenes? I don't know what that was about.

✧ overview ✧

I know *some* of the quality drop is due to COVID. But the rest? Just bad. Unsalvageable. Boring. If the source material for this was so bad that they had to butcher it, just make this into an OVA or short movie or something.

My Rating: 2/10

#dusty reviews #Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari #The Rising of the Shield Hero #i'm not proofreading this. i just wanna be done with this already

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God Be You

Your discoveries about a less-than-normal band might have led you to something monumentally more than you had bargained for.

Warnings: Dark!Fic. Vampire AU. Everybody's a little unhinged. Especially Bucky. Drummer!Bucky. Mentions of cuckoldry. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Smut. Teasing. Denial. Remind me if I've forgotten to add something😺

Dividers by

Musicians.

Musicians who were a part of a band. A multi dimensional one, with multiple instruments and good quality vocalists. The Avengers.

The fun, goofy ones. Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff. Gamora.

The chill, cute ones. Thor Odinson, Peter Quill and Tony Stark.

The silent but kind ones. Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner.

Last but not the least. The lone wolf. The typical broody, quiet, mysterious one with the metal arm. Bucky Barnes.

You would have called the band the cliche extraordinaire, had things about them not been so fishy. Unlike typical band people, this infamous group of musicians was never caught in bars, drunk off their asses or starting a fight. These people were never out in the streets at all, hardly ever captured on camera. They met their fans only and only on scheduled meet and greets, never said a bad word, never stopped even for a two minute water break while performing. No scandals. Nothing.

You did not consider yourself to be some high profile journalist doing a sting operation. You were certainly not without work, and you did not spend all your time on the internet hunting for celebrity gossip.

So why exactly were you here today, spilling out details about the daily activities of musicians who had nothing to do with you?

A few videos had made their way to you from the internet.

One of them involved Gamora- painted all green on some Halloween party- drinking something red. Without even thinking you had decided it was blood. You could also swear her eyes burned red.

Another one of them was of Steve Rogers tumbling out of a window- the tape was of horrid quality but you were sure it was him. You also had more than enough reason to tell somebody had thrown him out of the window, the bars barely dangling from the sill being an evidence to your derived conclusion.

What was worse was that Steve did not seem to face any injuries. He scored a perfect landing, shrugging and dusting off his trousers before squinting at the setting sun like it had violated him, and marching back to the building

Like this was all supposed to be that simple.

Like fuck it was.

Then there was a picture of Bucky Barnes. Standing next to a very young Mick Jagger, Bucky looked exactly as he did today, the only difference being that he was dressed in the fashion which was prevalent in those days, and his hair was a little longer. Spinning his drumsticks in his hands, an intense expression as done by people.in music in those days crowning his annoyingly pretty face.

That picture was fifty years old. Untampered.

And you just had to find out what the fuck was going on.

That is what you keep repeating to yourself in your head as you snuck your way to Bucky's trailer, using one of your hairpins to click open the door and walk inside. You smashed the security alarm before it could go off, the loud beats from the stadium covering up all the sounds that you made.

Good.

You stumbled inside, piles of clothes discarded on the seats, some concealer and a lot of nail polish bottles. Yeah. The drummer liked having his nails painted and it made you swoon for him. You spotted a few broken drumsticks, a huge drumset all set up at one corner.

You turned to face the mirror, yelping when you caught sight of one of the pictures stuck to the corners of it.

A dick pic.

No. It was Bucky, all naked except for the leather shoes he had worn, a cigarette rolling between his teeth. His hair fell to his shoulders, a prosthetic, different from the black and gold one he uses now resting on his thigh. His cock stood plump and heavy, drops of precum oozing out. You gasped as you pulled the picture from where it was attached, mesmerized by his abs and a little drunk on the lines of veins scattered over his cock.

"I took that one in nineteen sixty two. Used to have long hair then."

His silky voice floated through the air, causing you to yelp and throw away the pic in your rush, your wide eyes directed at the mirror. A sharp prick crackled down your spine, the temperature dropping to an eerie level, a pounding blasting away in the recess of your head.

There was nobody behind you.

The mirror showed nothing, only your terrified face and the picture which was now hovering vertically in the air behind you.

You flipped around to find Bucky Barnes casually leaning against his drum set, totally in the reflecting range of the mirror.

Fuck.

"You- you…" you started, barely able to hold in the increased thumping of your heart, your mind clogging and shutting down as the drummer smirked at you, metal arm casually twirling his drumsticks the exact same way he had done in that pic.

"Me…" he started, walking over to the drawer next to his dresser, the echoing of his boots the only evidence of his existence if you were watching the mirror. Your body shut down as he pulled out a stack of pictures, lightly extending them towards you.

Vampire.

With shaking hands you took them, careful not to touch his skin. He chuckled at your startled gasp when you were faced with another of his bare body pics, close up pictures of his abs and lips and - fangs. The pictures turned filthier with each one that you tossed behind, the sound of Bucky's drumstick tapping against his thigh almost hypnotizing you.

Pictures from the nineteen twenties. Him and Steve in some bar, dancing with a few women. Him and Natasha in some club in Vegas in the eighties, him and Tony snowboarding through mountains which were no longer snow covered in this century. And to end it all, another picture of him with somebody else's hands wrapped around his dick, his eyes shut in pure ecstasy.

Well, that kinda stung.

That burned. You did harbour a tiny crush on the drummer, his blue eyes and fluffy hair and the faint lines of stubble along his cheeks always drawing you to him.

You hated that he was showing you pictures of somebody else touching him in that way.

It should have been you.

A cold hand touched your chin, a body sliding behind you. You felt him tilt your neck up, holding you still so you could keep facing the mirror.

"That was my girlfriend from the sixties. She was one hell of a minx," You couldn't watch what he was doing to you, not in the mirror at least. From the corners of your eyes, Bucky Barnes was gazing down at you, still in his drummer's outfit, all black and leather with heavy rings on all fingers. And nailpolish.

F*ck.

Bucky Barnes was telling you something about his fling from the sixties. 'She must be all grey and old now' you thought bitterly, shaking your head at why were you even so possessive about him.

You couldn't explain it. You just were.

And why the hell were your panties dripping wet already?

"Sweet fuck, I can smell you from here," Bucky started, fingers lining over your jaws and pushing your head backwards, his metal arm slowly flotterong over your breasts. "Does the thought of me fucking somebody eles turn you on?"

You shook your head faster than you had expected, not really into the idea that he would believe you had a cuckolding kink, angry red lines of possessiveness keeping you from exploring things.

"So this pretty little thing," He wrapped his arms around your chest and pushed your breasts upwards, his thighs spreading and landing on both sides of your hips, keeping you from moving. "Likes to hear me talk about my old flames. So she can go imagine herself in their place and touch herself till she falls asleep. Isn't it?"

"Does knowing that I can make dames like you fall to their knees in seconds make you crave to be one of them?"

How does he know?

It is. You looked at pictures of Bucky every night, touching yourself and crying out his name, imagining his voice directing you to touch yourself in whichever places you did. You sometimes fantasize that it was him running his hands over your body and making you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock.

You sometimes played audio tapes of the select few interviews he had done, his velvety voice pushing you towards your brink.

"You couldn't keep yourself from coming in here, could you? Coming here to find out who I was. How old I am. Where I come from." He sneered, the sharp prick of something- his fangs, burning against your shoulder.

"Tell me, princess, isn't this what keeps you hooked to your phone all damn day?" You felt another prick on the side of your arm, his metal fingers lowering from your breasts to lift up the end of your top, slowly carving its course over the waistband of your jeans. "I got your dm's. I have access to your search history and your screenshots. Safe to say princess, you are pretty obsessed with me."

"I'm not. I was suspicious," you started, hesitating and watching his hands go lower before he popped open the button of your jeans, sliding the chain down. "I came across a few pictures which- which didn't seem right."

"I got Tony to hack into your account and inject a trojan. That's why you got all those pictures in just one sitting. Those aren't really for public eyes , babygirl. I wanted you to see them."

Fuck. Fuck.

Bucky Barnes wanted you to know who he was. If this day couldn't get any better. You remembered the last time you had met him, revelled in the fact that he had held your hand for a quarter of a second, mentally dancing when he leant in and pulled you in for a hug.

You never wanted him to let you go. You even tried to soak up his cold touch, already begotten by the stell blue of his eyes.

Tilting your head slightly you looked at the man- vampire, holding you to him, sliding his hands down your panties, his eyes glowing red, his fangs on full display, faint lines of your blood raking through them.

Isn't this what you had always wanted? Isn't he what you had always wanted? You hadn't counted on Bucky being a vampire, but didn't that make things better?

Good judgement had left this conversation a long time back.

Doesn't vampire venom on mixing with human blood form some kind of aphrodisiac? He would have to feed you his blood to turn you, and something told you Bucky wanted youtube as human as possible for him.

"Fuck. Can't wait to have a taste. You've got any idea how desperate your sweet smell got me for you?" He slid his metal hand into your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your head backwards, its pair pinching your clit. He towered over you, catching your lips in the messiest upside-down kiss, all teeth and spit and breathless gasps as you grabbed the back of a chair, holding on for dear life.

"I felt like I was dying again, having to hold myself back from doing that. If you didn't come here tonight," his fangs tore out, digging into the skin of your jaw and skimming down your throat. "I'd have come to get you."

You gasped, your head reeling. This was all too much to take, and everything you had ever wanted.

Too much at once.

"Don't look at me like that, baby doll. You wanted me. I wanted you." Bucky shrugged, not missing a beat before he was swooping down, digging his fangs over your bared neck and biting down, hard.

You screamed, louder than you had ever, two holes digging into your neck and drops of blood dribbling down in the mirror, getting licked up by something which did not have a reflection. The mirror played its part, a witness to Bucky claiming you as his own, his hands possessively sliding over your folds as white hot light tore through your vision, your legs jerking apart at the burst of pleasure streaming through your body.

He kept flicking your folds, tremors burning through your body as he played with you, gently licking up your blood and smearing his venom to seal the wound. You watched the gaping holes fill up for a second before he was biting down on the exact same spot, the pain sharper and much more pleasurable as you vision fogged, your legs convulsing from his teasing and mind hazy from the venom he was transferring into your bloodstream.

"You get what you want, here. All your dreams and fantasies which you write about," Bucky whispered in your ears, lips drenched with your blood, leaving marks of their bloody trail over your skin, an unhinged glint in his eyes.

He turned you around, making you face him in his full vampiric glory, eyes a fading red and lips caked with your blood, his tongue dipping out to lick some of the liquid up. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you steady. The metal arm inched up to lace around your throat, forcing you to look into his eyes, two fingers shoved into your needy cunt, the base of his rings working against your clit.

"In return I get to keep you. I feed from you. I fuck you. Only I get to have you. Forever."

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