#am i gonna let it stop me from shipping & writing for these two

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, reader feeling her heart hurt, adeline being funny and shipping reader and neteyam, sexual tension, confessions of love, angry neteyam, confused neteyam, yearning, crying, fluff, sexual content, neteyam loving reader's breasts, neteyam using his fangs on reader's body, p in v, territorial neteyam, needy and clingy neteyam, slight breeding kink, creampie

I almost cried writing this chapter and istg my pussy clenched hard while I was writing the smut part so… have a good read, I guess lol ps: I know I said I was gonna have a break from uploading my long fics (and I am!) but there was an itch in my hand to finish this story and I gave in and scratched it lol I kinda knew I eventually would. But I'm only gonna update the other fics next year. This one was an exception bc there was only one chapter left (this one lol)

Not proofread. I woke up in the middle of the night to write this, it's already morning outside and I'm sleepy and sick :(

Part 7: All I want is you

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It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

this is me trying (Taylor Swift)

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In the morning, you woke up and realized you were no longer sitting on the floor, resting your back against the wall of Kiri's marui, but rather laying in your mat. You had a sharp headache but you didn't really know why. Maybe lack of enough sleep, maybe tension… Your eyes searched around for Neteyam but he was no longer there. You knew instantly that Neteyam had been the one to carry you to your mat. He was the only one awake other than you when you two were talking while it was eclipse and you knew it wasn't his nature to leave a girl sleeping while sitting down on the floor in a weird position and go home. No, he was too much of a gentleman for that.

The realization that you were about to go back to the lab in a few days and leave Neteyam behind again hit you like a train. The thought of being without him and having no guarantee that he wasn't gonna find a mate while you were gone and when you'd come back and see him again, he'd be happy with a beautiful na'vi girl by his side - perhaps even carrying his baby in her womb - broke you in a billion little pieces.

Your heart started to beat fast in your chest, like it was gonna escape from inside your body and come out through your throat. But there was also a big lump in your throat. Anxiety stinged your whole body like sharp, thin needles. 

You didn't want to lose Neteyam. Just imagining having to stare at a wall in your room at night, to see his sweet face in the crushing darkness and feel the tears rolling down your face, reminding you that you would never be able to hold him again, to feel his huge but gentle hands on your skin, to smell his comforting scent… and worse: to know he would be in some other girl's arms every night, letting her kiss him, having… God, having sex with her…

No. You couldn't let him go. It would rip your heart apart.

And if Neteyam didn't go for Munì like you thought he did, that meant that he didn't stop loving you… right? That's what you were desperately hoping for. You were almost sure you had seen him get slightly happy when you acted like an idiot and let him see how jealous you were of Munì last night. Maybe that meant he still felt something for you.

If you were right about Neteyam's feelings, you didn't quite know why he loved the mess of a girl that you were but… somehow he did, and he was sad because of you, because you refused to be his mate when that's all you truly wanted, in the first place. You had let fear hold you back once again. But not this time. You had to be brave. You had to at least try.

Putting the sheet that was once over you to the side, you uncovered your body and, in a rapid motion, you got up from your mat and got to your feet, feeling the slight coldness on the floor of the marui. Your feet walked slowly but surely among your two best human friends, trying hard not to step on or kick one of the girls as they were sleeping right next to your mat. 

You got startled by Adeline's voice echoing in the morning air as she whispered energetically to you.

"(y/n), where are you going?" Her voice was hoarse and slightly funny, because of slumber.

"I thought you were sleeping!" You whispered back as you looked at her sleepy and moody face while she laid down in her mat

"I was but I felt the need to pee and woke up. Answer my question, please!" She demanded

Your heart started beating fast and you spoke "I'm gonna try and make things right with Neteyam."

"Thank God." She dramatically grunted "I knew you liked him all along, I just wouldn't try and force you to mate with the guy, of course. But damn, I've known you since we were kids and I know when you're in love. I wanted to slap you when I saw you looking gloomy and I would ask you what was wrong and you would say that it was nothing but I just knew you were missing him and regretting refusing to be his mate. And Neteyam brought you back to your mat in his freaking arms! You can't let the guy go, you idiot! He loves you! Can't you see it? You both love each other! What was stopping you before from saying “Hey, I know I'm a bit crazy but I wanna be your mate!”?” She sighed, like she was tired of that whole situation

“How do you know Neteyam carried me back to my mat?” Surprise was all over your face

“I woke up at eclipse with your chatter, mamas.” She said nonchalantly 

“Oh…” You awkwardly spoke “So, you heard everything?” You cringed

“I heard a lot of it. Enough to know Neteyam is worth it. Now do what you gotta do. I gotta go relieve myself.” She demanded like a mother would

Your laughter echoed around. Adeline didn't realize how funny she was. You loved her. So, so much. That bitch was everything to you.

In only seconds you found yourself rushing out of the marui's door and your feet walking quickly through the warm Metkayina sand.

After a good while looking around and only seeing turquoise skinned tall Metkayina people, you finally found Neteyam. The sight of his broad, striped back did things to you. It made you remember how insanely good it felt when he was inside of you that rainy night on his hammock.

"Neteyam!" You yelled, sounding way more desperate than you had wanted to, and Neteyam rapidly turned around looked at you, his face covered with surprise

"I'm sorry! I do wanna be with you!" You spoke, breath a bit labored as you felt nervous and insecure about his reaction. The next thing you saw, you were breaking down in tears. 

"Why did you refuse me, then?" Neteyam asked,  slightly angry and utterly confused 

He did not understand why you had put you both through all that pain if you did love him too.

"I guess I was just afraid of finally having something beautiful in my life again, to feel safe again and then lose it. I couldn't bear to lose you. The truth is, I've had a crush on you since we first met too and I think I started to have deeper feelings for you at the party. Maybe we fell for each other at the same time" you chuckled wearily between tears, thinking that if it truly happened, it was beautiful and seemed like something out of a romantic movie

“Were you afraid that I was gonna leave you?” Neteyam asked, furrowing his hairless eyebrows 

“Yes…” You shamefully confirmed.

It seemed like you only ever thought the worst of Neteyam, even though he was known to be a good man and only proved you again and again how much he cared about you.

"Why would I ever leave you if I love you? It's as simple as that, tawtute." Neteyam stated

An amazed smile was born amidst your tears and your heart sped up as your brain processed those words.

"Are you saying you… love me?" It still seemed too good to be true.

"I'm saying I love you more than you will ever know, syulang." Neteyam walked closer to you and tried to touch your hand

You backed away slightly and he felt frustrated. Even as you declared your love for him you were still so guarded. Neteyam let out an impatient breath out of his feline nostrils.

“Tawtute, please, be my mate.” He asked you once again, his heart open to you once again.

“But what about tsaheylu? You can’t make it with me! What if you one day realize you regret missing out on this experience? It’s such an important thing to your people…” You let out a choked sob as you pronounced those words that felt like a stab in the heart

“Not again with the excuses…” Neteyam thought

“Listen” Neteyam asked for your attention “I do not care if you don’t have tendrils and we can’t make tsaheylu. What’s even the point of tsaheylu if I can’t make it with the girl I love? Tsaheylu is about sharing your affection, your devotion, your need with your mate and I don’t need or want anyone else but you, tawtute.”

You kept sobbing and just couldn't seem to stop.

Neteyam grabbed you and held you inside his strong, long arms, one of his hands on the back of your head, pressing it against his body and the other on your shoulder. His warm embrace felt reassuring.

"It's okay, oeyä tawtute. You are safe with me."

After a while holding you like that, he gently pushed you away from him and held your chin up so you could look at his face.

"I won't ever leave you. I promise you, with the Great Mother as my witness, I will never ever let you go. I'm yours forever. I have been yours for so long…" He gave you a calm smile and wiped your tears away

Your gleaming eyes gazed up at his face. He was so beautiful, his dark blue stripes forming intricate pattern on his forehead, a pattern unique to his body. His bioluminescent freckles adorned his big face and shone slightly even in the light of day. You were so damn lucky to have such a beautiful man be so deeply in love with you.

“So, what's it gonna be?” Neteyam's big thumb caressed your reddened face as his lips were curled in a gentle smile, showing no teeth “Can I finally get an “yes” from your beautiful lips?”

You chuckled and smiled big.

“Yes.” Neteyam's heart swelled with affection and relief “Yes, I'm gonna be your mate, Neteyam.”

“Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä tawtute.” (I love you, my human) Neteyam grabbed your face that was tiny inside his two big hands and kissed you eagerly, his lips pressing against yours like he had been needing that for so long.

Neteyam had been dreaming awake every night about how it would feel if he ever got to kiss your small mouth again. His tongue touched the slit of your mouth, deliciously warm and wet and you parted your lips so he could explore the insides of your mouth. Neteyam's large tongue licked your tongue and you moaned in delight at the sensation. You had missed his kisses so damn much… Neteyam tasted your mouth like you were the sweetest berry juice in the whole Universe.

“I missed your lips and your tongue, syulang. I was craving you.”  Neteyam said and softly placed a last peck in your lips 

“I missed you too. A lot.” You smiled at him, still tasting him on your tongue "I love you too." Neteyam smiled at you when hearing those words he was dying to hear for so long.

“Come, have lunch with me, oeyä hì'i muntxate.” (my small mate)

You agreed and Neteyam took your hand inside his much bigger one, taking you to the place where the na'vi were handling food to each other.

Many curious blue eyes looked at the both of you as Neteyam possessively held you by your waist and talked to you gently.

“I'm gonna get some fish and herbs for us, okay?” He smiled happily at you, like he either didn't notice or didn't care about how all the Metkayina at that part of the reef seemed to be watching yours and Neteyam's every move.

Quickly he grabbed the fish and took you to some rocks away from everyone else, what made you let out a relieved silent breath.

You two ate your fish, that had been prepared on a bonfire - it tasted delicious, by the way. Slightly spicy but also with fresh notes of something that reminded you of peppermint. Alien food was better than you had ever anticipated while you prepared on Earth to travel to Pandora.

"By the way, I'm sorry about your arm. I bet it hurt a lot…" You brought it up, after swallowing a mouthful of fish

"Not that much. I'm strong." He played around but Neteyam truly wanted you to see him as a strong na'vi male. He knew it was boyish but he did it anyway.

He won a quick joyful chuckle from you.

"I was gonna tell you that yesterday but I guess I got too nervous and then too emotional and I ended up forgetting to. I'm sorry, I think I tend to seem self-centered sometimes…" You spoke

"Don't worry about it. You do seem aloof and a little self-centered" You scoffed in a joking manner at his bluntness but you actually said “Ouch!” on the inside.

Damn, Neteyam truly knew how to humble someone...

“But I know that's not who you really are. People just have to take enough time to get to know you and they'll see what I see." 

"And what do you see?" Your eyes shone with wonder and your voice was playful 

"I see a smart, strong, sensitive and amazingly beautiful girl."

Your cheeks turned red. You weren't expecting so much praise.

“Ok, stop… I'm not all that.” You awkwardly stated, avoiding his gaze

“Of course you are. I don't know why you can't see it, tawtute.”

Maybe because you hadn't heard that a lot throughout your life…

To be fair, you had been called beautiful and smart many times but not the other two. Kate and Adeline would tell you that you were strong when you needed to hear it but you always wondered if they perhaps just said that because they were your closest, best friends and they only wanted to make you feel better.

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After lunch, Neteyam sneaked out with you and took you to a private place on the beach where his hammock was hanging, somewhere more secluded, where the both of you could be alone. You knew just what he wanted and you could not lie and say that you were not craving the exact same thing.

Neteyam took you in his arms, winning a squeaky laugh from you as he lift you off your feet. 

Neteyam sat you on his big hammock, your legs hanging in the air and not touching the clear sand. He knelt in front of you and before you knew it, he was kissing you. Neteyam eagerly took your lower lip between his soft, full lips, suckling on it ever so slightly and then pressing his mouth against yours. Neteyam's huge blue hands cupped both your breasts over your white cropped top and you whimpered in pleasure.

"Oeyä tawtute…" he cried out "Let me see these titties" his mouth hanged slightly open with anticipation and desire

Once you let him take your bra off, Neteyam groaned in an animalistic, primal way.

"These perfect soft titties are mine now, oeyä muntxate. Only mine."

"Yours, Neteyam." You breathed, so taken by him and the moment. Your panties were slick with your juices, so much he turned you on.

Neteyam laid you down gently but eagerly on his hammock. He wasted no time and quickly brought his lips to your breasts. He had been dreaming of that ever since the first time he saw your breasts jiggle under your shirt when you were walking fast, troubled with your scientist work. Your boobs were just so different from the na'vi females ones and it made Neteyam daydream about how it would feel to have your small buds inside his mouth.

Neteyam sucked on your nipples like he was hungry and desperate to taste your skin. He licked your sensitive buds swiftly, leaving them hard and wet with his saliva. All you could do was look down at his mesmerizing blue face, staring at his bioluminescent little freckles and moan loud. You started to worry if people could hear but you decided it was not important if they did or not and you just did not care. That intimate, raw moment you were having with your Neteyam was much more important than anything else in the Universe.

He started using his fangs to tease your breasts slowly and you whimpered at the sting but also enjoyed the bittersweet pleasure it gave you. 

“If you want me to stop, just say it, oeyä tawtute.”

“No. Keep doing it, please” You asked

Neteyam bit your right breast harder this time and you moaned loud again. The acute feeling of his sharp fangs harassing your sensitive skin made you feel an incredible sensation that lied somewhere between discomfort and delight but that ended up just being incredibly addictive. Your folds were even more soaked by now.

“Neteyam, please, fuck me, baby” you begged “I need you.”

“Fuck, muntxate, you're so needy for me. It's so hot, yawne…” Neteyam's heavy breath collided with your skin, sending shivers all over your body

Neteyam undressed you quickly and took his loincloth off just as rapidly, his cock hard and proud, slightly curved to the side.

Neteyam took his cock in his hand and rubbed his swollen tip on your glistening clit, making your body tremble.

“Neteyam… please.” You protested

“Say you want it.” He looked into your eyes, his big golden irises shining with the sight of you in front of him, his mouth in a teasing smirk. His accent drove you insane.

“Please, fuck me…” Your face showed him how desperate you were to feel him

“Do you want me to fill you up with my cock, tawtute?” He dig for more

“Yes, Neteyam, I need your big cock inside of my pussy, please, please…” It's like you couldn't take it anymore. Your cunt felt so empty without him.

After hearing those enticing words, Neteyam swiftly placed his large blue cock at your soaked entrance and pushed it all in at once, making you moan loudly in sheer, raw pleasure. 

"Eywa, how I missed this pussy! Your ekxìn pussy feels so fucking good, my little tanhì." (star) Neteyam murmured as he thrusted hungrily into you, his big, girthy cock stretching your insides and filling you up completely.

Neteyam's feelings for you were just so strong that he felt like no words would ever be enough to express his emotions so, he was trying to show you how he felt about you by loving your body instead, pouring out all his yearning for you through his kisses, his desperate caresses, his thrusts…

"Tawtute" Neteyam cried out as he thrusted roughly into you "Oeyä muntxate." (my mate) "Mine. All mine, yawntu…" (loved one) He whimpered in your ear, melancholic and driven wild by his desire and ardent affection for you "Nga yawne lu oer." (I love you) "So, so much."

Neteyam's breath was heavy and irregular as he pounded himself into you as hard as he could. He needed you so much, he felt like he would die if he could not have all of you, if he could not claim you once and for all. It was so good that he didn't last long and came inside of you, his thick warm seed shooting strongly towards your womb. He hoped to breed you but he didn't know you were taking birth control pills. Neteyam's load of cum was so big that it leaked out of your cunt even as he was still inside of you. That was so dirty and sexy that your pussy clenched around his cock as you felt his warm liquid leaking out of your stretched entrance.

After cuddling for a while, when you were looking to find your bra that Neteyam had thrown somewhere in the sand, he looked at your breasts, the two of them full of his bite marks and a big beautiful smile adorned his full lips, followed by a joyful chuckle.

“I marked you well, syulang. Now everybody can see that you're mine. Oeyä muntxate. Mine forever.” He leaned in for a kiss, pressing his soft lips on yours, so needy. Neteyam tasted so sweet but so unique at the same time. He tasted like himself. Nothing else could compare.

You chuckled. “You're so pervy.”

“But you love it.” He smiled at you, his sharp fangs more charming than ever

“Hey! Just because I'm your mate now it doesn't mean you get to be all cocky again.” You teased, pretending to be angry, as you pushed his arm away with your hand

Neteyam only smiled wider. He was over the moon that you were now finally his. All his. Until the end of time.

Neteyam yawned, body still in full bliss because of the powerful orgasm you had given him.

“I'm sleepy, oeyä tawtute. Take a nap with me.” He was already grabbing you in his big striped arms and laying you back on the hammock with him.

“You're not giving me a choice, anyway.” You chuckled and yawned too.

Soon your tired eyes fell shut, as you felt his warm breath on your skin.

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In the middle of the afternoon, you woke up crying, desperately breathing gasping for air. Neteyam woke up startled with your panicking state. Another nightmare... One of those that left your heart aching and your mind confused for long after you woke up, wondering if it had been reality or not.

“What's wrong, yawntu?” (loved one) 

When you realized Neteyam was by your side, still holding you against his warm body, you felt relieved but only seemed to cry more. You buried your head on his soft chest and he just let you cry there, petting your head softly with his hand, his slender fingers running through your locks of hair every now and then, trying to comfort you.

Eventually you stopped crying, sniffing one last time. You placed a kiss on Neteyam's chest, your lips lingering on his skin for longer than they normally would, as if to try and make sure that he was really there with you, that he was real and was not going away.

“Wanna tell me what happened now, oeyä muntxate?” (my mate)

You looked up at his face, eyes reddish.

“I had a terrible nightmare…” just the reminder made your heart ache again “I dreamt you left me. You got tired of me and found a better mate.”

“Tawtute… that's never gonna happen.”

“You promise?” You needed to hear him promise…

“I promise.” He tried to kiss you but you backed away a bit 

“What if your parents don't approve of us? Will you leave me then?” You hated how clingy and annoying you were sounding 

Neteyam started thinking that he would have to have an endless amount of patience with you. Your fear controlled you way too often. He would have to teach you how to be a little more free. But he would do it gladly.

"Listen, yawntutsyìp" (little loved one) Neteyam held your small face inside of both his huge blue hands "We will fight whatever we have to, whatever comes our way, and we will stay together forever, okay? I'm not letting anything separate me from you. Nothing, you hear me? Nothing." He promised you.

You breathed in and decided you had to try and believe him, otherwise you would end up sabotaging your relationship with Neteyam, you would end up contributing to what you feared the most: him leaving you. What you did not know was that there was actually nothing you could do to drive Neteyam away. He had been chasing you for way too long, he had fought for you like he had fought in the war against the Sky People. Neteyam was too much of a good warrior and too proud to let you go after all that. And damn, he could not imagine a life without you. Not a life where he would be happy and fulfilled, at least. He needed you to see the morning air as fresh, to hear the song of the birds as lively, to see the light of the stars as a guide.

“Okay. I trust you, Neteyam.” You stated, utterly sure of your words this time.

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♡ Epilogue ♡

You felt safe for the first time in so long while Neteyam held you inside his big arms, his body heat spreading all over you. It felt so cozy and just so… right. Like you had finally found what you needed, what you were unconsciously looking for all along.

Safety, trust, shelter… love.

Funny how sometimes when we need love the most is when we push it away the most, hurt the people who are trying to give it to us the most because we're so terrified to get hurt again, to finally trust and be let down again that we would rather keep drowning in our pain and in our loneliness. Pain can feel comfortable, as crazy as it sounds.

You could have never seen it coming, you could have never imagined back on your Earth days that your safe place to fall would be in the arms of an alien in an exoplanet, outside of your home solar system. What a weird happy ending. But it doesn't matter. There's still much more to come. This isn't the end, it's just the beginning.

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Turn a curse into a kiss

Change the meaning of your world

Love makes no sense, love has no name

Love drowns you in tears and it sets your heart on fire

Love has no fear, love has no reason

So infinitely vast and we're standing at the edge

Take my hand, erase the past forever

Love Exists (Amy Lee)

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This is the end, guys 🥲🤍 Feels so good to give Teyam and Reader a beautiful happy ending. Thank you all so much for reading my story 💕

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[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

line from this prompt list

warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[cozage]

OMG HIII I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG this is gonna be my first request ever (literally having a nervous breakdown) but I wanted to request a fem reader who is the bio daughter of whitebeard and comes back after 2 years of shinobi training to meet the new crew member Fire fist ace! and can you pls make it a short fic (I cannot fathom the words of how obsessed I am with this man IFDFJDKDGJK) (also can she have a DF that's associated with lava? pls and thank you *literally bowing*)

A/N: God this was so adorable to write. I'm so obsessed with this fun little story. Literally once I started writing I couldn't stop. thank u 

Characters: female reader, Ace, Marco, Whitebeard & Crew

Cw: alcohol, drunk reader

Total word count: 2.3k

Part 2 | Table of Contents | Read on A03

The Daughter’s Return Chapter 1: The Promised Position

The vivre card in your hand continued to move forward, but you could see the familiar outline of the Moby Dick ahead of you, and you grinned at the sight of being so close to your family again. You had been training for two years, and you couldn’t wait to catch up with your friends and your father after being apart for so long.

Your small boat looked even tinier as the giant ship loomed closer to you, but you weren’t concerned. Blue flames shot into the sky from the blue ship, and you sent out a stream of lava into the air in return. It was your code to the first division commander and friend, proof that you were who they were expecting. 

You saw a creature with blue flamed wings shoot into the sky, and you gathered up your things. You only had a small backpack and a few bags of food, so there wasn’t much to pack up. You said goodbye to your small raft, thanking it for its usefulness during your journey.

Marco landed on your boat, and you squealed in delight seeing your brother again. He wrapped you up in a hug and spun you around, laughing gleefully at your return. 

“Pops is going to be thrilled to see you,” he said, sitting you down. He ruffled your hair affectionately, smiling at you. “Missed you, kid.”

“Missed you too, Marco,” you said, grinning at him. You picked up a bag, handing it off to him to carry back to the ship. 

“You’ve grown!” he commented. “I can’t look down at you anymore.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “I’m stronger too.” 

“You better be!” He laughed. “Pops didn’t smuggle you into Wano for you to come back the same!”

“Maybe he’ll finally make me commander now.” You stared up at the ship, thinking of the goal you’d been working towards since the beginning of your training. 

“About that…” Marco trailed off, and you shot him a suspicious look. 

“What?”

He sighed, deciding to prepare you. “Pop’s filled the second division commander seat, actually.”

“What?” you hissed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“With who?” you demanded. You refused to believe him. “I thought nobody wanted it.”

“It’s a new guy.”

“A new guy?” you scoffed. “You’re pulling my leg, Marco. It’s not funny.”

Marco looked nervous talking about it. “Let’s go see Pops, alright? He’ll explain.” 

You scowled, and your stomach clenched in anticipation. “Yeah, let’s go. I have some words to say to him.”

Marco wrapped his arms around your torso and extended his phoenix wings. “I’m glad to see you’re still a hothead.” You could hear the teasing in your voice, but you weren’t in the mood for jokes anymore. 

“Shinobi training can’t fix everything,” you grumbled. You could feel your skin getting warm, a sign you were letting your emotions get to you. 

You heard a lot of low whispers and mumbling, but you paid the new recruits no mind as you stormed across Moby Dick. Your father wasn’t on the deck, so you continued on to the command room. 

“DAD!” you screamed, and you could see some of the newer members slink away from you in fear. A part of you felt some pride to have such an impact, but you were too pissed to revel in it.

You slammed the command room door open to find your father speaking with another man you didn’t recognize, but you paid the guest no mind. You were too focused on settling the score of the second division commander seat.

Whitebeard smiled at you. “Y/N! You’re-”

“You bastard!” you shrieked. You pulled out a kunai, pointing it at your old man. “You promised!”

The unknown man threw a knife and knocked the kunai out of your hand, and you turned to glare at him. He was shirtless and was wearing an obnoxious orange hat, and he was returning your gaze with a look of equal irritation. 

“Stay out of this, newbie,” you hissed at the man. 

You reached into your pouch to grab another kunai, but he lunged at you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t know who you are,” the man said in a low, dangerous voice. “But you have no right attacking Pops the moment you get on our ship.”

“Stay out of my affairs,” you snarled. 

You turned your wrist to lava rocks to burn his hand, but at first the man didn’t react. You frowned, turning up the heat to liquidize your arm into magma, and finally the man pulled away in pain. He looked down at his hand in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting to be burned. You couldn’t blame him. It’s not everyday someone’s skin turns into boiling liquid. 

Whitebeard laughed loud and hearty, breaking the tension between you and the man, and you refocused your anger back to your father. 

“Never a dull moment with you around, kid! It’s great to have you back,” he laughed, and your face flushed with anger. 

“You promised me a commander position when I got back,” you yelled at him. “Who the hell did you give it to instead?”

Whitebeard laughed even harder. “That would be Ace.”

“Who the hell is Ace?” you hissed. 

The shirtless man raised his hand. “Uh-”

“I said stay out of my affairs!” You could feel steam coming off your head. Sometimes that happened when you got too angry.

The man pointed at himself. “Me. I’m Ace.”

You could feel your insides turning hot, lava coursing through your veins. 

“You’re joking,” you said. You glanced at your father, who was still smirking at the two of you. “He’s joking, right?”

You father raised his eyebrows, his gaze darting between the two of you, but he said nothing.

“Portgas D. Ace,” the man said, holding out a hand to you. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, facing your father. 

“This guy?'' Your voice was full of skepticism. 

“Hey!” Ace yelled from behind you. “Don’t underestimate me!”

“I could squash you like a bug,” you shot back, still refusing to look at him. “Dad-”

“The decision was made with good reason, my girl,” Whitebeard said. “You’ll be working alongside him closely in the second division.”

“No, I won’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his suggestion. 

“Yes, you will.” You could hear the seriousness in your father’s voice, the warning of consequences thick in his tone. 

You decided it was best to not outright defy him, and you switched your tactic from stubborness to logic.

“I’ve always been under Marco,” you reasoned.

“You’ll be better suited in the second division now.” You could feel Ace smirking behind you, and you resisted the urge to turn around and punch his teeth out. 

“Let me get this straight,” you said, trying to keep a level voice. “You give my commander position away and then tell me I have to work under the guy who took it from me?”

Ace laughed. “The second division position has been open for-”

You flicked a volcanic rock back at him, and he yelped in pain. 

“Marco is a fire user like me,” you worked to plead your case further. “And I know him. I would work better under him.”

“The first division is a medical division now,” your father explained. You could see you were testing his patience, but you didn’t care. “Your talents are better served on the offensive front, which Ace leads.”

“But-”

“Plus,” your father added, cutting you off. “Ace is a fire user as well.”

You felt warmth spring up behind you, but you refused to give Ace the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

“Dad-”

“I’m not wavering on this decision,” he said with finality. 

You felt your father’s conqueror’s haki spread out over the ship, and you knew that you had lost the argument. You could hear Ace stumble slightly behind you, and you resisted the urge to argue even further over the man’s weakness. At this point it would only make your father angry, even if you were right. 

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, giving up. There’d be plenty of time to talk with him about the position and prove your worth. “Can we at least have a party?”

Whitebeard’s overwhelming presence disappeared and his jolly laugh returned in an instant, already forgetting your alls squabble. He stood up, wrapping you in a comforting embrace, leading you past Ace and out onto the deck. 

“My daughter has returned home!” he shouted, and the crew cheered. “Prepare a feast!”

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At least the party life on the Moby Dick hadn’t changed at all. You could still beat just about anyone in a drinking contest, and by halfway through the night, your mind was cloudy from the alcohol. 

You took a step away from the party and the fun to get a moment alone with the stars. You took a drink of the ale in your tankard, staring up at the million lights in the sky and thinking about how different the constellations looked during your time in Wano. You were so close to that country and those people, yet so far. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” a male voice said behind you, startling you from your thoughts. 

You glanced back to find Portgas D. Ace walking towards you, looking up at the night sky. He was attempting to be casual about the whole thing, as if he had randomly found you here, but you could tell that he had most likely searched you out on purpose.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. He wasn’t even worth giving the time of day. He hadn’t done anything to prove he was anything special yet.

But Ace obviously wasn’t willing to give up that easily, because he came and stood directly next to you. His eyes were still on the sky, just like yours were. 

“I just feel like since we’re going to be working together, we should probably get to know each other a little better,” he said. 

You thought of plenty of snarky responses, but said none of them. You knew the silent treatment would be the best way to shut him down. Portgas D. Ace was not your friend. You wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Are you happy to be back on the ship?”

Still nothing came out of your mouth. You didn’t even look his way, you simply took another long drink. But you could see him starting to pout. It was only a matter of time before he gave up and returned to the party. You just had to keep your mouth shut. 

“All the guys said you had a pretty smoking ability. But I dunno, I think my fire ability is pretty hot.”

You scoff at that. “I’m hotter,” you shot back. 

Damn him. He could rile you up, and he knew exactly how to. You could see him smirk in the corner of your eye, and you cursed yourself for being so easy to manipulate. 

“That’s what they all said too,” he said quietly, a smile still lingering on his face. 

You turned to look at him, your face full of frustration. “What do you want?” 

He seemed surprised by your question. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you speaking to me?” you demanded. “What do you want?”

“Wh-No-I just-” Ace stammered, trying to find his words. 

You stared at him, your scowl deepening every time he started his sentence over. 

“You’re Whitebeard’s daughter, aren’t you?” he finally asked. 

“Yeah. And?”

“I’ve just heard a lot about you,” he said. 

“And?”

“I dunno,” he said. “You intrigued me.”

You scowled at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I dunno!” He let out an exasperated sigh, turning his gaze to the stars. “You were just this larger than life story people always told since I got on this ship. Everyone always had something to say about you. I guess I just wanted to know how much of it was true.”

“All of it is true,” you said.

Ace let out a laugh, and then clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself. “I really hope not.”

Your eye twitched, and you could feel your skin starting to tingle. “If people are lying about me, they’ll pay for it.”

“Marco talked about you like you were this sweet little kid.”

“Marco’s delusional.”

Ace laughed again, and this time he didn’t stop himself. You found yourself smiling along with him. 

“He definitely sees the best in people,” Ace said.

You shot him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You could see Ace tense. “Oh, nothing! I-”

You let out joyous rings of laughter now, and you see Ace give a strained smile, mostly unsure of how to react to your sudden friendliness. 

“You’re funny, Portgas D. Ace.” You go to take another sip of alcohol, just to find your cup empty. You frowned at it, and turned to go find more booze. 

“I’ll get it,” Ace offered, holding out his hand to take your cup. “I’m empty too.”

You nod, handing it off to him. The party was so loud anyway. You preferred the quiet atmosphere this late in the night. He strode away, and you watched him go, your father’s emblem displayed proudly on his back. He still wasn’t anything special, but at least he wasn’t scared of you like half of the crew. 

You hadn’t realized how much alcohol you had drank throughout the night until you were alone, and suddenly the world was spinning. You laid down on the deck to get your bearings, and then found yourself stuck there. 

When Ace came back, he found you sprawled out, staring upwards. 

“You okay?” he asked. He bent down to look at you, his face obscuring part of the sky. 

You giggled. “Your freckles look like stars.”

“You’re drunk.”

“No you’re drunk.”

He chuckled. “Your insults get worse as the night goes on.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and then patted the deck next to you. “Come lay down.”

He obliged, his head resting next to yours. “What are we looking for?” he questioned. 

“Shhhh!” you hissed, pressing a finger to his mouth. “You’ll scare them away.”

You felt his lips turn upward against your finger, but he was quieter when he spoke. 

“What are we looking for?” he whispered. 

“Shooting stars!” you whispered back. 

“Oh,” Ace whispered. “Of course.”

“Tell me when you find one,” you said quietly. “I’m going to rest my eyes for a minute.”

You’re not sure if he ever found one. You were asleep before he responded.

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[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of EZRA'S dialogue/lines from the film PROSPECT.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

Please also see my Writing For Ezra Guide for further analysis of his character and dialect.

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

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Edited - I've been made aware of some errors since the original posting of this, so I've edited it to correct. Special thanks to those who have let me know! 🖤

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FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

*Fading in* … Curious.

Don't see too many kips around these ways anymore.

Not a kip… a returner!

Is that a serious question?

I believe you, gentle man.

But my partner always needs a little convincing. He'll just kill me, if I let you go without a thorough search. I never caught your name, friend.

Nice to meet you, Damon. I'm Ezra. I can't tell you how refreshing it is… hoo, to encounter another talker. It's been quite some time since we've run into anyone with fluid in motion. Where're you from, Damon?

How poetic. I take it you're a, hmm… floater? Freelancer. You don’t look very Fringely.

Yeah, don’t we all.

Alright, Damon. Understand what, now?

Damon, it has truly been a pleasure, but… pleasantries passed, it's time to gut the fencer. To be completely candid, this haul has proven to disappoint. Me and my partner both feel we deserve… satisfaction. You understand? 

So, how did you get here, Damon?

Your ship. Where is it? Or perhaps a ship is a tick too rich for you, a drop pod, I reckon. 

Excellent. The starter, if you don't mind.

Where is it? Don't make me root for it, Damon. I guarantee you, I'll make it an unnecessarily painful process.

That is not necessarily true. Nevertheless, continuing within the act of killing is a broad spectrum of technique. So, there is still an incentive for you to acquiesce if that's where you're getting at.

A twist? Go on.

And why would you be so cryptic under rails? You are lucky I am not immune to intrigue. But be careful you don't overplay this technique.

I've seen my share.

That's a theory.

It's funny. I don't see any mercs. Where are they?

Okay. I'd like to believe you. Admittedly, more out of desire than good sense. But Damon… if there is talk of the queen’s lair, the excitement is all but in involuntary.

And there's three of us. We split it in thirds. That's an even split.

This is so exciting!

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What did your outfit look like, back in the day? You've always went solo?

Fancy. We had a full crawling party when we arrived here. Not one of your freighter takes, a testin' screamer.

Mercs in the Green, huh? Last I heard the word "merc" was way back when Crebon raiders hit up all the corporate expeditions.

Caero clan? You friendly with these fellas?

These cables… Goddamn it.

You know, this is something I have never seen in all my time on The Green. A little girl. 

Damon, I have clearly underestimated you, I must stop doing that.

Damon… Does this mean that the plan is off? You have me all up and bothered over the queen's lair, Damon.

Alright, you can have your fabled spoils all to yourself. But if your talk of the queen's lair is true… this is just a scratch.

Your girl is scared. You should listen to her. No harm done, yet.

It's a shame, Damon. We could've been rich together.

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You got a field-kit?

Hey! Field-kit!

Are you gonna shoot?

That is… technically true.

Kevva waits, girl! Shoot or help! Just make a move.

Get me a kit and we can talk.

Your offer is indeed generous. Y'know, I'd be more than happy to sign and seal, save for one glaring slip. My ship.

Well I did. Then there was an event with my crew concerned in a bit of Aurelac and… words and metal flew. And now, I don't. We're in the same trough, you and I. Can’t say I was pleased to find your mare all black and cockways as she was supposed to be my redemption as well. 

Whoa! Whoa! Just slow down a beat there, little bird. At least wait for the counter-offer.

How is it you intend to get home? That is the goal. Am I right?

The Mercs. They’re real aren’t they? Mmm-hmm. And the queen's lair? Mmm-hmm.

You are making a run for them. 

Listen, I know well the lure of vengeance. I myself have… frequently indulged, and I have not often found regret. But in this moment, right here, I'm afraid for both our sakes, I must riposte.

I say, we go to your mercs. I play the prospector. And together we ravage the queen.

Let me help you. I can harvest. I can offer protection. A girl your age, a child, wanders into a camp of fringely mercs, raw. At the end of the tour, what happens? You appeal to their sympathies? They have none. They are ruthless profiteers. You must have something to offer or they will find something to take from you.

That's the fringe, girl. If you're one to point fingers at extortion, well, there's not much I can say.

Now, hold on. I'm keen to make the case that Damon killed himself.

He was trying to steal my trophy case, is what he was trying to do. A man's work is no petty thing. To you, his daughter… I truly apologise for my contribution to his passing. But he was stealing my entire harvest. And actions like these foment the threat of appropriate reactions. Your father knew that, and if didn't, then he had no business in The Green.

I am, indeed. But, are you?

It was all in the name of self-preservation, birdie, it was nothing personal.

I’m your safest route home and in the end we’ll both be rich. 

Of course. There is one more thing. My filter's spent. I'm gonna need a hook-up.

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What is your name?

Do you mind if I take a look?

What do you know about these mercs? When did they arrive? How many are there?

He didn’t tell you anything? It's bad practice keeping you in the dark, if you ask me.

A deep partnership is only made so by candid discourse.

Number Two was more of a utility than a partner. And it seems like your father treated you the same way.

What's your name?

Well, I have to call you something.

Oi, Number Three. Watch that tube, girl. Straight finger. 

Thank you. 

If you don't know the thing about channel rats, is when they fornicate, they excrete a hormone substance - I don't really know what it's called - but it's uncannily sticky, it cocks up electrics. And it smells exactly like, but significantly more potent than, stale human urine.

Anyways, we stripped every panel in that ship. We clubbed those rat beavers to death. Two at a time. It was a toilsome marathon of carnage. We never did find the nest. 

You know, eventually, you're gonna have to trust me.

Just give me a moment.

You should keep the thrower low, we could be surrounded.

I said, keep it low. 

Don't show any sign of aggression. Drop it. Put your hands above your head.

Just do it. 

Just do it! Now!

We have to follow him. The wound would appear… ideal bite. It still has some venom. The dust. It’s found its way in and now it festers. The Sater are religious settlers and tedious scavengers. They should be amenable to trade for medical supplies.

We don’t have a choice.

Shoot me, then. 

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(Greets in Sater language) I have sustained a wound that, due to inadequate treatment, now festers pink. I was hoping you had some juice?

Thank you, sir. We are tremendously grateful.

I thought perhaps it might interest you for trade.

A wise and understandable measure. We shall stow them at our discretion and return shortly, unarmed. Is that acceptable to you and your colleagues?

Here.

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That was beautiful.

Juice. It's good for you, cleanses the dust.

Thank you for your kindness. Now, as you can see, I have sustained a trauma to my shoulder. I would much like to flush it with your magic juice. And to keep straight… we would also be very much interested in proper dressing, and filter refreshers, if you have them and can spare them? In return for your gracious offering, we are prepared to compensate with generosity in equal measure.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

That is a bold offer.

What do you need her for?

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(Ezra’s radio transmission) Hello! Hello to the green! I got… *inaudible*... I got one or two fourteen grade root pearls that I'm willing to part with for well over the peakest of rush rates. Nothing funny. Just a desperate man trying to make a bad deal with the right hold out. If anyone is out there, don't hesitate to click on...

Take your helmet off.

You look like shit. Eat it. There’s cases of 'em in here.

Here. I need your help.  

After you left, those Sater weren't too keen on helping me out… So I had to treat myself. I botched the excision. I was unable to clean and scrape the blackness. Now if I don't lose my arm, it'll kill me. And I can't perform the procedure by myself.

No. 

You ever use one of these before? It's easy. Prime it like this… then there are five levels of intensity. Two for the flesh, four for bone. You got it? 

Thank you.

I won't feel a thing. Hack away. Quick, confident strokes are best. Try to go full circuit on the first cut. 

I've never had to use these surettes before. Kind of nice… tingling, almost like… oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit, oh, shit.

No, I don’t know. Keep going, you're doing great. Keep going until you hit bone. 

I’m gonna miss him. My primary weapon, been with me my whole life. Always there, ready to help, no job too gritty, no love too intimidating. 

Up to four, as soon as it's off, give my stump a hearty coat in the juice and cream it all shut! Clear? 

How are you so calm? You've done this before.

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So, where’s home?

Spoken like a true floater. What's that book you carry around?

"Streamer Girl"?

You wrote a novel?

There's not a lot of literature in circulation out here.

Well, it seems I must.

You memorised it?

Not at all. It's quite impressive.

Focus on what?

Well, you can't… you can't think like that. You go down that path, it's not good. If you need someone to blame, you blame me. You need to think about your next move. Be on that freighter in a tick.

It’s nice to meet you, Cee. 

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Well. There's our ride.

Stay clear and close and I’ll talk us through. When it comes time to dig, I’ll need you to be sharp. I've never harvested one-handed before. I'm gonna need some help. But we'll keep it creamy and it’ll all be fine.

Damon, here for the dig. You wouldn't believe the time we’ve had of it, getting here. I wholeheartedly apologise for being late. But after the storm tidied us off mark, we were already a cycle back and naturally-

I wholeheartedly apologize. You wouldn't believe…

Well, actually… uh, before we get started. I'm afraid I must interject. I haven't been completely candid with you yet. After an erring landing and toilsome trick, there is one more significant detail to our story, one that forces us to leverage our talents for little bit more than the agreed upon price.

It's not more of a cut we're after. The points are more than adequate payment for the two of us. Rather it's a means of transit we lack. 

Well, now, what she means to say is that while transport is a requisite part of the deal, we are willing to forgo two points. Which by any reckoning is exorbitant compensation for a hop into orbit.

Oh, come now. In a prize… Scrap well over the weight of the passenger and a half. Cargo braces. That's one hundred, one-thirty right there.

You're not understanding me. Everything has changed. If you're not willing to scrap payload, scrap crew for all I care, but you'll find a way, if you want that buried treasure.

I am the gatekeeper to more wealth than any of us have ever seen, and you've been wasting in The Green for far too long to let that slip away. I'm afraid, I am the only means to the successful end of your venture. And I say the terms have changed. Thirteen, plus a ride for me and my partner on your handsome craft or no deal. Find a way.

My boy, this is a winner! I think a little back up thrust is an easy drop under the circumstances. What do you say, boss?

Gentlemen. And women… Let's get rich!

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Strange method for an execution. What did this fella do to land him in the box?

How convoluted!

Somebody ought to give her a go.

That's the price for a dry breach. But my chem will calm the brine.

Hello, sweetheart.

It's a big one.

You got it? Hold it nice and tight.

Hold it like you love it. 

Oh. That's perfect.

Slippery son of a bitch.

No, no, no. Shit!

Not to worry, we go again.

(Muttering to self) *Inaudible* (?)leech on the(?) …cock spitters … cannot fuck more nuggets in this sleep for snatch, pearls… 

It's a little difficult to carve weak-handed!

Now hold on!

Those shots will bring the rest of ‘em in.

I don’t know.

Greedy fool! Couldn't help himself. Took a stumble, getting a closer look. Now, time presses and I am gonna need assistance if we're-

Go, go, go!

Move!

I'm out.

If we uncouple you can run a distraction, opening me up for the backstab. 

Are you sure?

You run fast and you don’t stop. You keep plenty of trees between you and her. You come straight back here as soon as I make the kill so we can re-couple. Clear?

You need to go. You grab the gun and you go. You can make it. 

Get outta here!

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What is your name? 

Well, I have to call you something. 

Once, a long time ago, there was a channel rat. Well, first there was an entire nest. Caulked up in the floorboards of my skimmer, this was back when I was running catkins with my brother in Parson. 

If you don’t know, thing about channel rats, is when they fornicate, they excrete a hormone substance - I don’t remember what it's called - but the relevant details are that it is uncannily sticky, it cocks up electrics, and it smells exactly like, but significantly more potent than, stale human urine.

So, this horny cohort is scrambling around unseen, plastering up my walls with their piss paste, and the smell… was so horrific. And we had to wear nuke suits all the time, even when we slept.

So, after we exhausted our repertoire of civilised extermination methods, it soon devolved into barbarism. 

We stripped every panel in that ship and clubbed those rat beavers to death, two at a time. It was a toilsome marathon of carnage. But the bag of corpses steadily grew heavier.

We never did find the nest. But by the end of the run, we were down to what as far as we could tell was the last rat standing. This little bitch waits until we make ground fall, saunters into the galley, climbs up onto the table, and I spin you not, stands right up on its hind legs and starts calmly munching on a piece of bush bread. 

Maybe it was our impending reunion with civilization, or maybe it was exhaustion, but neither of us could bring ourselves to bash that last channel rat. So we just sat there and watched it eat the entire biscuit.

When it was done, it walked over to the airlock, waited at the hatch as if it expected us to just open it, so we did. And then walked out. 

You remind me of that channel rat, so in the absence of a given moniker, I will now call you Channel Rat. 

Number Three it is. 

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Let's Talk Peter B

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Okay! I was on the fence about writing this post, but after doing this response and some encouragement, I decided that fuck it, let’s do this.

While I had seen multiple things about Gwen being a bad friend, a bad person, and other things I don’t want to say because I will start ranting- Peter B for the most part, has come out scotch free.

Don’t get me wrong, I had seen some people address his issues, but it has been a few posts in a sea of him with Mayday and people shipping with Miguel. Which hey, is okay with me, but when you see you a character you love be given the short end of the stick despite the circumstances yet another character that has much less to lose has their mistakes largely been ignored and basically be woobify.

Is not just Gwen, I had also seen people take beef with Jess as a mentor yet somehow leave Peter out of that conversation. Don’t get me wrong Jess is far from perfect (which is something I discussed before,) but again, Peter is far from perfect too.

Does this has to do with Peter being a beloved main character in the first movie? Yes. Does it also has to do with misogynoir and misogyny? Oh I don’t doubt it.

I don’t hate Peter B, far from it, I think he is a great adaptation of our spidey, and while I am not the biggest spiderman fan out there, I did grew up with Peter Parker in movies and cartoons so I do have love for this characters as well as his incarnation in Sony movies.

I will do my best to remain as unbiased and neutral as possible, but not gonna lie this entire thing is annoying me enough that I will say when I am aware of my own biases, as I always try to do.

But if you think liking a character stops me from calling them on their bullshit you are wrong.

I know this post is more about how Peter is with Miles and his role as a mentor, but I decided to address some other things I had seen people talk about because there is a reason I choose "Let's talk Peter B Parker" as a title.

Believe it or not, I am fine with this. Seriously.

Peter wasn’t here when Miles arrived, and considering they did a small tour and got an empanada on the way, I think wouldn’t be odd to say he wasn’t around when Miles arrived. My theory is that he was taking care of his own stuff, and once he knew that Miles was around, went to get Mayday to present her to Miles.

I think that’s pretty normal all things consider, he loves Miles and wouldn’t had fixed things with MJ and had his daughter without her, of course he would want the two of to met.

The enthusiasm is all things consider pretty sweet, and while I don’t approve of some things he does (like giving her a web shooter while being just a few months old?) Is one of those things that are part of superhero writing that has the children technically doing things that they shouldn’t be doing for their age, so I just let it slide because if I get hung up every time I see something like this, it would not end.

I’m the only one who is actually mad about this comment?

Yes, is a joke, I get that, and Peter is trying to take as much as steam off Miles by trying to frame him on the light that he messes up, but is just who he is.

It doesn’t make me any less annoyed.

For starters, I feel like I am rereading Percy Jackson again (No I will not explain that reference.) Because despite everyone more or less knowing what’s going on (Hobie said before he didn’t know what Miguel was hiding so how much he knows is unsure,) no one has attempted to explain the situation to Miles.

This is a trope I had seen enough (including WAY too many times in the books I mentioned,) and I really resent when characters act as if the protagonist or someone else is stupid just because they are unaware of something. ESPECIALLY if the characters saying so are aware they don’t know.

They are also letting him believe is a good thing he is in HQ, but that is actually not Peter’s fault. I am mad with Gwen on this one, but also Jessica, and Hobie well, he should have known enough to be able to tell him seeing Miguel is not good news. At least Hobie tries to warn him as subtly as possible.

Sure, Peter just got here, but the fact that he is already accusing Miles of just messing up with the universe carelessly is not something that doesn’t sit well with me. Either he knows that Miles doesn’t know and is making an insulting comment, or thinks Miles is aware of the situation and just acted recklessly. The second one is the best scenario, but I feel Peter is presuming way too much for someone that just came around and should have known better than believe Miles knew all of these details while Miguel basically has a giant banner of “Not Earth-1610 Anomalies allowed.”

Also, sidetrack but what exactly does Miles do that isn’t just your typical spidey behaviour? Yes he doesn’t always have full-formed plans before acting but you can say that about EVERYONE in the room at that moment.

“He wasn’t thinking, is not like he works!” My ass.

Want my two cents about this moment? Peter has zero business telling this to Miles.

When Miles asks Gwen about her dad, she is crestfallen, she doesn’t like to believe this more than he does; but unlike anyone else in this room, Gwen cannot return to her home dimension. The best case scenario is if she isn’t there, her dad may not die; but that’s the best case scenario, and that involves again, not stepping again in her home dimension ever again. Her best bet is never to see her home, or anyone she knows including her dad, because not only she may end up in prison, her presence may lead to the death of her dad.

And who knows, it may happen regardless; he may be dead already because he is a police officer and she couldn’t be there to give a hand or save him (As she said she did in Into the Spider-verse, by the way.)

Yet at least, she is coming to this with the idea that her life is going to have to SUCK for a few years, things happening or not happening depending on where she is but none of this is pretty or fair.

Peter? As far as we know, he is done.

Considering the age range of the Spidey-characters, chances are Peter already lived the canon events he needed to live, at best they don’t know what’s next, which means he can operate as he feels is the best course of action.

Miles asked him if he would have let his uncle die, but Peter lost his uncle over twenty years ago, he had enough time to grieve, to accept the outcome, and find happiness after it. And to top it all off, HE DIDN’T HAVE THAT MORAL DILEMMA PLACED IN FRONT OF HIM BEFORE IT HAPPENED.

I find Peter’s words hollow because unlike Miles, he was never asked to not intervene in a canon event, he hasn’t needed to deal with someone from his universe dying while he let it play out.

I am not saying he didn't suffer, he did, and a lot; yet he was unaware that this would happen, is way different having someone tell you “Oh those tragedies you lived? It’s the destiny that keeps everything together, it’s rough but it is what it is,” than someone telling you “Oh you are going to live a bunch of different personal tragedies, and you need to suffer with the burden of this knowledge because is this or everyone in every universe dies.”

(How much do you guys bet someone will use this as an example of the trolley problem in a philosophy class.)

Since we are going in kind of a chronological order, let’s go to something a tad lighter both because it deserves mention, and so I can cool down before I start ranting in Spanish (which is not going to be saying pretty things about B precisely.)

Yes, Peter recognizes this is bad parenting, which is good because it certainly isn’t good; I also have trouble believing he didn’t know AT LEAST ONE spider that could stay behind and watch Mayday while he went to the chase.

However, I do think the chase was never going to be dangerous, nor Peter thought it would be. He has been Spider-man for a quarter of a century, he has been swinging around for so long is second nature to him, I bet he has taken Mayday on “strolls” which is him swinging around.

There is also another screenshot that really encapsulates that Peter didn’t realize how dire the situation is, but that’s for later.

There is also the possibility that he asked Miguel to do this as a way to distract him, but considering this is the only time he does this and is going around him being obsessed with Mayday (Which I think is a bit too much, but I blame more the writers than Peter for that.) I am inclined to believe this is not the case.

(Sigh) I promise to try to be neutral, so I need to bring this up.

What they were talking about earlier can be lumped to a bit later on, and I decided to bring this instead of talking about it when Miles and Peter saw each other (which is I didn’t bring because what I could say would be the same as this.) Because this is something really beautiful that I didn’t want to leave out.

I think that’s what angers me the most about this, because in a vacuum? I love this.

I am a sucker for found family tropes, I love the idea that Miles would grow to see people like Peter B, Noir, and so forth as a family. I love how Peter says how much Miles means to him and meeting him changed his life for the better.

Peter B loves Miles, he said that in the last movie; I can’t just erase that.

However, is exactly because of this scene, that what happens next makes me so sad.

Oh, Miles.

I didn’t mention it in the previous image nor did I took detailed screenshots for the sake of my sanity and to not turn this way too long. (Though I may do it in another moment- Ok I need to focus.)

Miles was obviously affected by what Peter said to him, it obviously means a lot because Miles also loves Peter; of all the spiders in the gang he was the one who he spent the most time initially; he wouldn’t be the Spider-man he is today without him.

And it breaks my heart how Miles says this.

Look at the angle, at his posture; Miles can’t even turn to say this to Peter’s face because it hurts so much. He looks so small in that shot, trying to emphasize how he is just a teen, how he really loves them so much, and it breaks his heart to know that they could visit him, and they didn’t.

Let’s remember what he was doing at the beginning of the movie; he was trying to study physics. He is great at it, and he was since the first movie, however, this is clearly not his passion; he loves his art and even if he didn’t know what he wanted to do yet in the first movie, you can see how much he loves what he does.

And he was willing to leave all of that aside, just to see Gwen, Peter and the others again; because as far as he knew there wasn’t any other way. Remember, he was aiming at Princeton; he would need to bleed and work hard to get there, and even after, being in this field it was not going to be a walk in the park; getting to make the dimensional travel work (At least without seeing Miguel’s technology like Hobie seemed to do;) was also going to be hard.

Miles wanted to do all of that for them, and them? They didn’t.

Now; I don’t blame Gwen in this scenario.

I had said this much in this post before, and a bunch of others too. Gwen was stuck with the Spider Society; and yet she risked losing everything, from homelessness to prison, to spend an afternoon with Miles the second she had an excuse.

What is Peter’s excuse?

He couldn't, he couldn't.

That's what he had to say for himself.

Here is the thing: I am not sure I buy it.

Gwen makes sense to me, Miguel didn't want Gwen to be involved since the beginning and obviously doesn't trust her when is about Miles; Gwen wasn't exactly wrong to fear she would get kicked out if she acted out of line.

Peter? I have my doubts.

We don't know Miguel's and Peter B's relationship (I know some shippers have some ideas, not my cup of tea but I have no problem if people like it.) However, we know that Peter B was there when Miguel's dimension collapsed, later in the movie we saw what Miguel did to Gwen for what happened (believe me, we will get there.)

Even if that was the case; Peter’s situation is much less dire than Gwen’s. Even if Peter could be kicked out of the organization for disobeying Miguel; he would still have his wife, his house, his daughter. He would had been in the same spot he was at the end of the first movie, if not better because now he would had a chance to know both him and Miles would be okay.

I am getting ahead of the post here, but I honestly don’t know how much of Canon BS Peter believes; he clearly doesn’t think Miles is bad for being an anomaly, nor his daughter (technically because Peter wasn’t supposed to meet Miles, he wouldn’t have his daughter. Is certainly a NO in the comics.) Miguel is convinced that Miles’ presence is enough to create more holes in the multiverse; Gwen obviously doesn’t share that view. Peter? I don’t know if he thinks there is actually something to lose for visiting him.

One way or another, he doesn’t really give me a reason here; who knows, maybe when Beyond comes there would be enough information for me to admit Peter did the right thing. For now? No.

Here, we have Miles telling Peter he wanted to meet them so badly, and even if Peter doesn't have a clue of how literal Miles is; you can hear it in his voice, in his posture, how he still cannot look at Peter because to that point it hurts.

And what's Peter's response to this?

(Deep breath,) Boy at moments like this I really wish I didn't think so hard about media.

It hurts me, and it angers me, because it is a pretty sweet moment, but when you think hard about it, it just becomes messy.

I could make an entire discussion about how Peter literally ignored Miles’ feelings about not being there, about how he and others (Gwen not really, the others eehhh hard to say;) didn’t try too reach him, which obviously makes him feel like they don’t care about him as he does. And Peter decide to ignored it.

But! I will try to give him the benefit that this is a tense situation, there is hundreds of spiders looking for them, and there only have so much time. I am going to believe, Peter couldn’t address that at the moment because they had other issues.

Yet even if we omit that point, do you guys realize this is literally no different that his entire spiel about Uncle Ben, right?

Because that’s what he is trying to say, “Spider-man has to suffer, but hey sometimes good things can happen anyways.” This entire conversation is about trying to make Miles follow him, do whatever Miguel is trying to do to avoid having Miles go to his dimension (or at least stop him from saving his dad,) and basically let her dad die.

Look, there is nuance to this situation; Peter isn’t saying this to manipulate Miles, he believes this. He truly believes bad things had to happen to keep the universe from falling apart; I am convinced Miguel’s second universe didn’t fall for his Canon theory, yet Peter B was there, I can’t blame the guy for drinking the kool-aid a bit more than the others.

This doesn’t change the fact that this scene has Peter ignoring Miles’ pain, and try to tell him he needs to suffer some more because “is just how the universe works!”

(Sidenote but anyone can’t help to see this and think of a random Christian telling someone after they lived a personal tragedy “Is just G-d’s plan”? Because I saw that a lot.)

Now, I guess the next question someone may be wondering is, do I believe Peter was being honest with Miles here?

...I don’t know, I really, don’t know.

I had seen this scene multiple times, and I lost count how many times when I was in the theatre, seeing this scene, and thinking “he knew” just for the next moment thinking “he didn’t know.”

If you want my two cents, the part that keeps tripping me over is how he looks at his watch, then Miles, then the watch, it makes me wonder if he is screaming that he doesn’t have his location to Miguel, or to Miles.

I don’t want to believe Peter purposefully drive Miles away so he could get trapped, when he says to Miles “I didn’t know, I promise;” I want to believe him.

The thing is, the outcome he hoped wasn’t that much different, now was it?

He wanted it to be Miles decision, yet again, he was trying to get Miles to not just abandon his morals (as well as the ones every Spider-person should have,) but also try to tell him he needs to suffer for the good of the world.

(I am having SO many flashbacks to things I read about cults, I need to continue working on that post about the Spider Society ffs.)

This is a small detail, but I gotta say; Peter do you really have nothing on your defense?

Look, feel free to believe I am playing favourites, but unlike many people who had a problem with Gwen, I don't blame her for hiding this.

No, I don't think what she did was right. Let’s not get things twisted. I definitely think Gwen shouldn’t had hide this stuff, yet she in general NEVER, had a good idea of how much to say and how much to keep with anyone she talks to; from her dad to Jess to Miles. Once again this is an aspect I can’t get mad at her because she is sixteen and traumatized with a minimal support network and irresponsible guardians.

Now Peter, what’s YOUR excuse?

Not just for not telling something to Miles earlier, I could believe he would have done it if the situation has calmed down. No, Miles asked them about it, and even a bit later says “That’s why you guys never came to see me;” (Which I think is kind of BS but let’s not get ahead of myself on this one.) The thing is that when he has the teen he mentored being manhandled by his ‘friend,’ and said thing asks them to answer him; Peter just ducks.

Like he cannot even see Miles and admit he shouldn’t have done that.

Gwen’s excuse isn’t much better but at least she is answering and you can see in her face how much she knows she fucked up.

I am going to be honest, this little detail wouldn’t bother me as much if what has happened before and what’s yet to happened didn’t exist, yet it does.

There is a difference in “Well you did a little mistake but I can let slide” vs “There are so many things wrong here that I will call you out even for the tiny ones.” Granted Peter isn’t that bad, but is a nuance I think a lot of people don’t think of.

Could Peter haven't said anything because the scene is trying to focus on Miles and Gwen for this part? Yes; it doesn't stop me from getting annoying.

Okay, Miles says this, do I believe it? Ehh not sure.

Gwen definitely not the case, if she truly thought him being an anomaly was a problem, she wouldn't have gone to see him directly.

Peter? Again, I have no idea how much of the kool-aid he has been drinking, the fact that he speaks highly of him and his daughter as good things that has happened makes me inclined to believe he doesn't.

We don't have an answer either way, right?

Not that Peter does much to help him feel better here. Yes yes trying to keep focus on certain characters I know.

(Looks at the camera like is the office.) And now THIS is the time where I wish I wasn’t aware of how writing works.

Okay, I know what the purpose of Peter is, aside of being here as a mentor, he is here kind of as a comic relief. He doesn’t have the same narrative weight as he had in the last movie, and he is here to be cute with his baby for the most part. That’s his purpose at this moment.

It-doesn’t-change-anything.

He has this recurring joke on the third act about if he is or not a good mentor, and it kind of has to do with the last movie, specially this joke, since at the end he was also talking how he taught him something he definitely didn’t do. Last movie I found it cute, here? Not so much.

I am trying not to be hard here and why I would not address the “son of a mother” moment (which I honestly really hate,) because this is not even Peter B’s fault at this point; the writers were trying very hard to have a way to make the situation a tad lighter while also having an important character be in character. I can’t say is truly out of character, but I’m not appreciating it.

Especially having him insist on being a good mentor after letting down his protege MULTIPLE TIMES.

Don't you guys love when you see a grown-ass adult go apeshit on a teen, and his friends aren't doing anything to stop him?

Sorry, yeah I understand that for narrative purposes, they have to be stuck to the ground, but after someone pointed this out a few weeks ago, I can't stop thinking of this shot so I needed to bring it out.

(BIG sidenote but, Margo is the biggest MVP here; girl met Miles once and probably has little to no context, yet she is helping him out. Queen behavior.)

Now let's talk about some bullshit.

I know this is technically not about Peter, considering this is Miguel talking to Gwen, yet I find LAUGHABLE this response.

I will give this to the spider//dad shippers, I would also be inclined to believe Miguel has a thing for Peter B if between the guy who had the "fugitive" in close quarters for a few minutes yet did not attempt to trap him, vs the teen girl who tries to help out her mentor to catch the dude (even if she didn't try too hard,) you decide the teen girl is the problem.

Is funny because really all this scene needs is Miguel saying "If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have come here, he wouldn't had know and the Spot wouldn't have escaped," at least that much couldn't have been said for Peter B.

I think the writers were trying to make Miguel just look less and less reasonable the more we saw on screen; which is why he would go with route.

It doesn't change the fact that Mighel accusing Gwen of not capturing him is laughable.

YOU 👏 ARE 👏 A 👏 TERRIBLE 👏 MENTOR.

(This moment could be addressed individually, but they are basically the same thing and this post is DEFINITELY too long; seriously I had written fics shorter than this wtf.)

Here is my problem with this: He just decides that oh well, what can he do.

SERIOUSLY?!

Forget the "Oh but he doesn't do this the story-" for a moment; are you seriously telling me that not only this guy knows Miles is in a PRETTY fucked up situation, but also that Gwen is in her home universe where she will be homeless (because there is no way in hell Peter B doesn't know what happened to her,) and you decide to just, go brooding in your dimension?

You know is absolutely amazing how I had heard people grill Miguel and Jess for their behavior with Gwen (which I agree with for the most part,) yet I haven't seen anyone say "Isn't it a bit fucked up that Peter B should have known what would happen to Gwen if she went home and didn't decide to help her?"

Miguel is on Earth 1610 and hellbent on finding Miles, you cannot tell me if Peter B left his daughter with his wife, and then went to fetch Gwen, Miguel would have noticed. At the very least Peter could had try to check on her.

Peter B has known Gwen for longer than Jess and Miguel, even if he couldn't be a proper guardian for her because he was busy with his life, he could have been more present. He definitely could have attempted to defend her better when Miguel was screaming at her, or to look after her when she was kicked to her universe.

Jess is determined to act as if Gwen is more of an employee than a teen, but Peter B should be known better.

But is not his idea to help Miles, is Gwen's; because right now he is too focused on his life and his duty as spiderman to think of the younger generations that are hurting. Just like Miguel and Jess.

Yet not the narrative, nor the fandom, truly recognizes that.

Let’s wrap this up, you guys have no idea the amount of hours I had spend on this and I would be surprised if someone got this far.

As a small detail, Peter is seen with Mayday, and this time I DO have a problem with it.

I honestly hope Peter isn’t with Mayday in Beyond, I will pretend Peter doesn’t have Mayday during the events on Beyond in my fics for as long as I can; because this is the moment where I feel the joke is being pushed too far.

They don’t know what would happen next, they don’t know in what type of situation they are in, they know whatever universe ended was one with no spiderman so it has to be dangerous; yet he brings the baby because that’s his recurring theme for this movie.

And truly, that’s really the problem with his character here: He was given a small role to do with very limited things to do.

I am not saying this is bad writing; I may not like Peter’s decisions in this movie, and I am really hoping beyond gives a big ass cup of “Adults need to start protecting the younger generations instead of insist they need to toughen up” to all of them. Because more than his role, I am annoyed that neither the movie nor the fandom is addressing the failings of Peter B.

He is not a bad character, I don’t even think he is a bad character in this movie. I like him, and even if writing all of this down made realize I am more bitter about it than I would had liked; I just don’t think is fair.

I want Peter to be better, as a mentor, as a father; and I am really hoping the next movie shows him grow that way too. I do believe the writers can pull it off.

Now, the fandom addressing that?...That I have MUCH less confidence. But not gonna lie this post was made mostly to get this out of my chest rather than expect a reaction out of it.

If anyone made this far, first of, wow; I know some people were interesting in reading this, but even I think I went for a while I put a lot of things that are small details but you guys now me, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t do that.

Be thankful I don’t talk about micro-expressions in frames or this would truly would had ended up as a novelette.

Second, thank you for reading! Give a like and your opinion if you want; because I am pretty sure this post is doing to have fewer notes.

#peter b parker #atsv files #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #gwen stacy #miles morales #miguel o'hara #analysis

[orgverse]

space pirate!seonghwa for @sanjoongie please suffer with her, everyone! sorry if this sucks, i'm trying to get back in the writing grove.

you had joined the crew when they had found you running away from some galactic guards and saved you. you remember bumping into seonghwa, his eye boring into you deadly, but not as deadly as when he looked at the guards. you begged them to help you, not wanting to be arrested – you had no idea why they were chasing after you and you really didn't want to find out.

however, despite running into seonghwa, it was hongjoong who took pity on you and killed the guards before they harm you.

since they saved you, hongjoong decided that you were now in their debt. they made you a part of their crew and had you doing meaningless task on both the ship and when you docked at a new planet.

that's how your journey with the notorious space pirates, ateez, started; however, what you originally dreaded has now turned into something completely different.

which is how you regularly end up underneath one or more of said space pirates. some of them more than others, but all of them seeking your comfort in one way or another.

which is how you are currently spread out on the quartermaster's bed as the pink haired pirate pounds into you. you can feel the slight burn in your thighs as your legs were thrown over his shoulders, properly bending you in half. his cock filling you up so well that you couldn't help but let your eyes roll into the back of your head.

seonghwa's grunts fill the room up even when he shoves his face into your neck. he starts to press open mouth kisses over a certain area of your neck and you brace yourself for when he bites down into your flesh.

you still couldn't full understand why seonghwa did this. you remember yunho explaining one time that seonghwa's race likes to mark their territory and biting your lovers was just apart of that. but you won't lie, it was hot knowing that he was marking you as his. just like how he did it to the others.

"s-seonghwa," you moan out, hand running though his bright pink hair as he laps at the bite mark. you notice how his hips begin to stutter just a little bit and you can't help but clench around his cock.

seonghwa lets out another grunt at how you clench around him and he does a particularly hard and deep thrust that makes your toes curl.

"f-fuck!" you moan out as seonghwa moves his head to look at you. his usual sharp eyes, now full of lust as he thrust into you. he adjust the two of you a little bit, but his pace is still ruthless and deep. you can't help but arch your back at how fast you felt your climax approaching.

your eyes drifted away from seonghwa and over to the window in his cabin. the vast darkness of space engulfing everything in sight. the twinkling of the stars, planets, galaxies around you remind you that despite getting fucked good right now, you are still just drifting through nothingness.

seonghwa grabs your face and turns you to look at him. his eyes staring down at you harshly as if silently telling you not to look away from him.

"don't look anywhere else," he says, "nothing else is making you feel this good, but me," he adds and you have to bite back a smile and laugh at his words. you sometimes forget how jealous and possessive seonghwa can get, but its moments like this that remind you.

"s-seonghwa! please~" you moan out when he does another deep thrust, hitting your sweet spot nicely and making you begin to see stars.

"who's making you feel this good?"

"you are!" you tell him, feeling your climax beginning to approach quicker and quicker. "please, hwa, i-i'm close!"

"yeah?" he says with a smirk as he continues to thrust into you. you moan and nod in agreement, not wanting him to stop. "gonna cum around my cock?"

"yes– yes, i am, please," you ramble, your hands coming and running down his back before running back up and through his hair. its now that you finally notice the thin layer of sweat covering him and giving his body a glow that makes him look godly.

"i'm still amazed b-by how good this pussy is," he says leaning his forehead against yours. "who knew a sneaky brat like you could entrance me this much?"

you couldn't help but laugh this time, "captain knew," you teased making the quartermaster groan as you also clenched around him.

"fucking brat," he says before he's thrusting one more time and that's when your orgasm washes over you in a sudden wave. you can't help but gasp at the feeling, clinging onto seonghwa like he was your lifeline as you felt him painting your walls with his cum.

the two of you remain close to each other, you clinging onto him for several more minutes before he's finally peeling away from you. the quartermaster rolls onto next to you before he's pulling you on top of him to rest. you flinch when you feel his fingers playing with your used pussy, slowly pushing his cum back into you so that it doesn't escape.

when the overstimulation finally hits, you can't help but push his hand away. seonghwa lets out a small huff, but obeys your silent request to stop. however, you know he'll try again once your climaxed bliss has worn off.

"so... another round?"

"shut up, you're starting to sound like wooyoung."

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez seonghwa x reader #ateez seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut

[authoreetea]

two birds

sullys x sully f!reader

summary : two birds by regina inspired this so bad, lo'ak is your twin brother and you were his world but instead of neteyam, it was you.

warning: ANGST, lo'ak being so sad and desperate.

note: avatar has made me so depressed istg every time i remember nete dying i SOB. THEN I REMEMBER THIS SONG AND I SOB EVEN MORE. i used to think people lie when they say they cried while writing something they made BUT NOW IK ITS REAL CAUSE I'M SOBBING 😭

sullys stick together. that was the shared motto of the sully family and you all lived by it.

you and your siblings were close but you and lo'ak are closer, probably comes with sharing a womb together.

neteyam was like your mentor, he was always there ready to help you with anything. while kiri wss your confidant.

jake always thought you were a miracle child, being so different compared to nete and of course, your twin brother. you were his princess

lo'ak adores you, he was always so over protective of you and as were you. usually lo'ak does the rash and impulsive decisions while you kept him on his feet to think rationally

yet right now, you were the one making rash decisions.

as you stood on the ship that was filled with sky people, lo'ak had dragged you three into saving spider, after you guys grabbed some guns for protection.

once you guys have finally retrieved the human boy, you sighed in relief thinking all would go well but quite the opposite happened.

you were steps ahead of neteyam and you saw someone about to shoot him by his neck, and you didn't spare any time to think when you yelled

"nete! look out" you yelled as loud as you could, and jumped in his way. you felt the impact of the bullet hitting right above your heart, it took the air out of you as you and your big brother jumped down to the water with everyone else.

"y/n/n! you're bleeding, why in eywa's name did you do that!" neteyam was panicking, trying to put pressure on your wound as you bleed out, painting his hands crimson.

you coughed out, "i couldn't let them hit you, nete." your breathing became shallow and your pulse slowing.

you see lo'ak was already crying as he went to carry you to the rock nearest. "dad! help, they shot y/n. please come help" lo'ak cried for help, his voice was shaking and he was scared for his life.

he can't lose you, you were his best friend. you were two peas in a pod. two birds on a wire.

you smile at him. "oh lo'ak, i'm so proud of you, tsmukan (brother)." you said, your voice hoarse.

this just made his eyes tear up more, he was crying a waterfall at this point. "y/n please. you can't do this to me. to us." he pleaded with you as he noticed you were getting drowsy

neytiri and jake got to where you were and the yell your mother let out made you wanna reverse everything. "no, no no, y/n. stay with us, princess." jake whispered, his eyes blurring with tears as he looked at your form.

neytiri rested you on her lap as she cried and prayed to eywa.

"everything's gonna be fine. i love you guys." you whispered, your eyes getting tired and starting to close.

lo'ak yelled no and tuk and kiri were sobbing by your side. tsireya was crying, she finally had a new friend and she was gonna lose you.

"come on y/n! you can make it, please you can't leave me. who will stop me from my stupid decisions if you're gone? my tsmuke." lo'ak cried, his head on your chest and he hated how he could hear your breathing slowing and your heartbeat decreasing.

you smile, looking around at everyone. memorizing their faces as you knew this was it.

"i'm sorry brother, i am tired. but i do not regret doing this at all. sullys stick together." you said, looking at lo'ak and brushed your fingers through his hair.

lo'ak cried into you as he felt your last breath. looking up at your face, he saw you have closed your eyes and he yelled.

neytiri kissed your forehead and sobbed as well, jake rubbing her back to comfort her.

jake was trying to keep a strong face for his family but his own waterfall of tears betray him.

he caresses your lifeless face and his tears fall. he whispers, "i'm sorry baby girl. rest now."

"oh dear eywa, why do you do this to me." neytiri cried out loud. she was tired, she had lost so many and now you.

everyone was mourning as they lost you

no room will ever shine as bright as it did when you walked in. no place will be ever as joyful without you.

lo'ak felt as though he just lost half his soul, and he hated the feeling. the empty feeling as his heart just keeps dropping.

tsireya tried her best to comfort him but she herself was bawling.

this was really it. they hated it but they knew they'd had to live with it.

#i hate myself for this #neteyam sully #atwow angst #atwow x you #atwow headcanons #atwow #sullys stick together #jake sully #lo'ak x oc #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak sully #lo'ak avatar #neteyam #neteyam x reader #kiri sully #neytiri sully #ao'nung #lo'ak x tsireya #tsireya #tonowari #ronal #metkayina #avatar the way of water #avatar #omaticaya #tuk sully #neteyam x oc #neteyam imagine #avatar imagine #avatar headcanons

[iraprince]

Absolutely love the Infodump on Cookie she's so good. however!! I remember you made a trio of characters for this game and were torn about which one to play, then decided the other two could be his attendants.

How are those two, what are they up to?? Have you done much with them in the game so far? (And even if not, wanna give us some tastey information about 'em?)

💜

oooh yes! those two are sir velvet the unsmiling (it/she), and damned-if-i-do/dandy (he/they). let's pull up their art (esp now that i have crispy clean new scans!!! i think i have only ever posted this art as shitty phone pics prior to this)

ANYWAY. it turns out that even though attendants are a built-in part of the noble sweetheart playbook (cookie's title) and you're SUPPOSED to be using them... for me in practice, when i'm actually playing the game, i just keep totally forgetting lmfao!!!! :') rping with my other party members and chasing quests and stuff is so engaging that my brain is totally booked with just being cookie, let alone two additional npcs, so sadly dandy and velvet have not gotten a ton of screentime in the current campaign

BUT that really just makes me eager to one day play them properly in a different campaign, whether that's them each taking their turn as player characters like was originally intended, or when i'm GMing a campaign of my own (i'm trying to write up something for my friends, but i have no idea when it's actually gonna happen bc i'm so busy rip... but when i do, cookie and her attendants will def be npcs)

i honestly don't have MUCH i can say abt them, bc since i haven't played them much i also havent developed them much... i suppose i can give summaries tho!

in terms of vibes velvet is very much like, "guy who is brooding so hard that it stops being mysterious or having any gravity at all and is mostly just making people wonder if she's like? okay?????" like there is only so long you can spend with your back to the rest of the group clenching your fist and muttering to yourself before people just start kind of glossing over it and being like "oh haha that's CLASSIC sir velvet the unsmiling!!!"... mix this with a heady dose of "[nasal voice] UM, you forgot to collect the homework" and somehow you have created a creature ideal for wrangling cookie's effusive elaborate scatterbrained whims, somehow, most of the time. velvet is really similar to a different Brooding Goth Knight character i have wherein my formula is "make a character who looks extremely fucking sicknasty badass, then never ever ever stop making fun of them ever"

dandy is cookie's quartermaster, and so unlike velvet (who's usually assumed to be traveling around with cookie, even if i am constantly forgetting to roleplay that it's doing that) he mostly chills at chateau gorgeous looking after his liege's affairs and making sure the ppl who live there are fed + sheltered + generally taken care of. they are pretty much velvet's exact opposite in terms of temperament; EVERYTHING gets velvet's hackles up, NOTHING phases dandy. i need to be careful bc i am starting to arbitrarily ship them just from typing this. anyway, dandy is largely non-verbal; they're able to speak if really necessary, but they would just rather not, and if there's really no way around it they'd rather just sidle over to cookie and whisper it to her, and then let her communicate whatever they want to say to the rest of the group on their behalf; if cookie's not around, you're just gonna have to figure out how to communicate w him otherwise. which always works out fine bc dandy is very patient and used to getting along in silence!

that's about all i've got rn... i will def post it here if i come up with or draw anything else that's fun tho :) ty for the ask!

#my art #my ocs #sapphicworld #nonsexual nudity #cooking with gorgeous #sir velvet #dandy

[scarasimping]

I’m stealing that cat pic THE GATES R OPEN TALK ABOUT UR BRAIN ROT

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU ALL LIKE PIRATE SCARA

okay so this was originally gonna be a little drabble for you guys as a treat because you all like him sm but,,,,,i got carried away. it was also only supposed to be suggestive....not, yknow, actual smut. i am. so sorry

cw: fem! reader, dom! scara ig??? but he's soft so, oral (fem receiving), probably bad writing idk, if i missed anything let me know !!

word count: 1.1k

You had spent so long with Scara trying to figure out how to sneak yourself onto his ship without your guards knowing, and finally, you did it. You made it on the ship. All you wanted was to be there for one night, with no fear of the guards overhearing you two in your room or staff barging in and seeing him.

For once, he curses your politeness and kindness towards his crew, because you keep stopping to talk to them and god dammit he just wants to be alone with you.

Once he gets you inside his captain's cabin, he's pinning you to the door, one hand on your waist and the other pressed against the wood of the door by your head. His forehead rested against your own as he stared directly into your eyes, a teasing smirk on his face.

He leans down, kissing your jaw softly, slowly moving down your neck leaving more chaste kisses in his wake.

"So glad we're alone finally, darling," he'd whisper in between his lips' assault on your neck. His hand on your waist caresses drifts to the front of your stomach where he carefully unties your corset that was atop your shirt, dropping it from your waist and running his rough hands under your top, onto your bare skin.

He leaves one last long kiss to your throat before he lifts his head, to stare at you once more. His pupils are blown out, eyes full of nothing but love and want. The only thing on his mind is how pretty you look with your cheeks painted with a rosy blush, mouth parted as you try to ground yourself after all the attention he's giving you, the way your gaze keeps glancing between his eyes and his lips.

Too quickly to even process, Scaramouche leans in and presses his lips against yours. It's almost as if he's trying to mold his body with yours with how closely he's pressed himself to you — chest to chest, his knee in between your legs. He kisses you with desperation, one you've only seen him have a few times before.

With gentle nibbles on your lip, he asks for permission to explore your mouth even further, and only a fool would deny him that. As soon as your lips part, his tongue is darting inside, running against your own so that he can truly taste you.

All the while, his hand on your waist moves lower, toying with the hem of your skirt. He parts from your lips for only a second to ask, "Can I take this off?"

Too hasty to even think about your shirt as well, he's pulling your skirt and underwear down as soon as you give him the go ahead. When your skirt drops down, so does he. He falls to his knees in front of you, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and leaning his head against your thigh.

In his mind, there is only you running through it: his desire for you, his need for you, to make you feel good. Before you, when he had hooked up with women at a tavern on his travels, he stuck true to the ways of a pirate and only really cared about himself. If the woman he was with also got some pleasure, then good for her, but it wasn't his priority.

But god, hearing your sweet moans as he focuses wholly on pleasing you is the closest thing to heaven he's ever experienced. Staring up at you is like staring at an angel. He so desperately wants you to feel good, and he needs to be the cause of it.

He takes hold of your hands, directing them to hold onto his hair, before he licks his thumb and slowly brushes it over your clit. He finds so much delight in how easily you squirm above him at the slightest stimulation. He's smirking up at you, kissing the inside of your thigh softly as he continues toying with you. When you start letting out breathy, quiet moans is when he finally leans in and flicks his tongue across your clit, relishing in the way you grip at his hair.

Once he's teased you enough, and your hips are squirming for just a little more, he finally wraps his lips around your poor clit and sucks, his fingers coming to prod at your entrance. All of the whines and whimpers you release are music to his ears, only making him more eager to suck and lick at you, craving more and more noises.

Gathering some of your arousal on his fingers as a lubricant, he slips his middle finger inside your needy hole, curling it so that it presses against your sweet spot. He's slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling, but as time goes on his assault on your walls becomes more and more needy, fingertips abusing your sensitive spot so quickly and barely giving you a break from the feeling.

Years of greed and selfishness melted away as all Scaramouche could do was give and give you everything you wanted. The taste of you on his tongue was intoxicating — addicting, even. Your hands tugged at his hair even more, tangling yourself in the indigo strands and letting him know how good he was making you feel.

Needy whines and cries of his name spilled from your spit-soaked lips. You were close, and he knew it from the way your walls tightened around his finger and how you couldn't keep your hips still, grinding down against his face for more.

"My love...'m close," you breathed out, he hummed in acknowledgement, only increasing the pressure that he used on your gummy walls and puffy clit.

It doesn't take long before you're releasing on his fingers, head thrown back against the door of his quarters and finger pulling so hard at his hair, he's surprised you haven't ripped any out. Your breaths are heavy and labored, and you're staring down as he finally pulls away from your sobbing cunt. He pulls his fingers out slowly, so as to not overstimulate you, and brings them to his own mouth, licking them clean and pulling away with a pop.

He rubs your thighs soothingly, removing your leg from his shoulder, but still holding onto you tightly by the hips so you don't fall over. When he stands up again, you can see just how worked up he got from making you feel pleasure. The bulge in his trousers was very prominent, and he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, seeking some sort of friction from you.

"Still have enough energy for another round? I need you so fucking badly..."

#pirate!scara #there ive fed you guys #enjoy HSHSHS #genshin impact #genshin #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #wanderer smut #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut

[newtdrawz]

Outsider HC's but they're mainly about Ponyboy,, cuz he is my fav,,

Most of these are just Pony interacting with the gang and his brothers 😭 are they gonna be OOC? Probably. Do I care? No. Am I right abt all of these? Yes. (No.)

ALSO alot of them are post-main story/mention Dally and Johnny's death a lot cuz I am unable to let my favs be happy 🫶 (! None of these are ships btw,, they're all platonic and stuff lol)

Anyways,,

Ponyboy & Johnny

Johnny and Pony regularly have conversations quietly around the gang, most of the time they have a whole conversation with just a couple looks and jerks of their head. They both seem to get what they're saying while the rest of the gang is completely lost on what they're saying/talking about.

Pony is the only one who calls Johnny, J as a nickname.

"We're not scared because monsters don't live here." Was a sentence said many, many time in the abandoned church.

Pony and Johnny can lie pretty well, but when they have to lie together they suck.

Ponyboy & Dally (ft. Johnny)

After Johnny and Dally died Pony stopped drawing and reading or writing for awhile. He picked it up again and his sketchbook is full of doodles and sketches of Johnny and Dally.

Dally has a soft spot for only Johnny and Pony. It takes a lot for him to get soft with the rest of the gang. He's still mean and tough but more just teasing with Johnny and Pony.

Before the fire Pony would read out loud all the time while Johnny would just sit and listen, sometimes Dally would listen too but interrupt with questions and criticizing the characters. Now that they're both gone, Pony will sometimes read out loud on his own, pretending that both Johnny and Dally are there listening.

Dally is very supportive of Ponys hobby in art. He's usually the one who catches him sketching or painting and just watches until Pony is either finished or notices he's being watched. Dally always nods in greeting and says "keep it up, kid." Or "nice job, kid." But Dally will brag to his other buddies that aren't the gang about how talented the kid is. ("Nah man, the kid draws from memory. He drew this one picture of his big brother, yeah the big big one, looked exactly like him. Like a photograph almost. Kids real talented.")

Ponyboy & Steve

Steve says he can't stand Pony and is mean to him, but Steve is very high on the list of people who care about Pony. He's the most frantic (mostly angry) one next to Soda when Pony got jumped. He secretly cares about him a whole lot, like he's his own brother.

Steve will give Pony rides to places or offer rides time to time. (He only does it if Pony's gone awhile without annoying him lol)

Steve (and Soda, but surprisingly it was Steve's idea) took Pony to his first drag race. He definitely should have not been there.

Ponyboy & Two-bit

Two-bit and Steve started sitting in and listening to Pony read, they're not Johnny and Dally but Pony appreciates it nonetheless.

Two-bit was actually so obsessed with toddler Ponyboy, he always insisted on bringing him with the gang and letting him in on games, he always wanted a little brother. He loved how easy Pony was to entertain and make laugh.

Two-bit was the only one who didn't think twice about Pony and Soda's names.

Two-bit sometimes steals art supplies for Pony.

Ponyboy & Sodapop

When Pony would visit the DX Soda would walk him through fixing a car and even let him help out on small stuff. Even Steve would help too.

He'll leave notes everywhere for Pony and Darry and sometimes the gang. They're either dumb jokes or funny little drawings.

Soda gets very excited when Pony asks him anything abt cars, he'll talk for hours abt them.

Soda was so obsessed with Pony when he was born, all he wanted to do was hold him and hang out with him. He would brag to Darry that he's not the only big brother now lol.

Ponyboy & Darry (I'm so obsessed with their dynamic & their growth)

"Dang it Ponyboy you're giving me gray hairs at 20!" Is a regular sentence said at the Curtis residence.

Darry always tells the other guys to be careful with Pony when they're rough housing. Pony thinks it's cuz he doesn't want them to break anything in the house, Darry just doesn't want Pony to get hurt.

Toddler Pony would follow Darry and Soda/the gang everywhere but mainly Darry. If Darry was doing homework in his room then boom Pony would be in there quietly playing or sleeping on Darry's bed.

Darry regularly cuts Soda, Pony and his own hair. They don't have the privilege of going somewhere to do it so Darry just does it and he does surprisingly well. It's a whole day activity.

The night after Dally and Johnny died Pony had trouble sleeping, even though soda was there. The first person he went to for comfort was Darry. Darry was in the kitchen cleaning, trying to distract himself when Pony walked in. Darry held him in his arms the rest of the night.

On the first father's day without their parents Pony makes a card with a drawing of him and Darry on it and leaves it on the kitchen table for him because he's embarrassed. Darry keeps it forever. (He did get very emotional over it but not infront of anybody. When he got home he hugged Pony, smiled and walked away. Those actions spoke a thousand words between the two and Pony knew he said thanks.)

That's all 🥹 (for now 😦)

I will be doing more of these 🙏 I wanna try to do individual characters cuz ik some here didn't have a lot as well as ALL of these being pony centric and I love them all lol

OH ALSO feel free to add on to these (or ask me about them) or add your own HC's cuz I love outsider headcanons ❤️

Also can you tell I love when Dally and Steve are nice to pony lol? Love it. Love the idea that Steve actually cares abt him and shows it sometimes or Dally caring just as much abt him. THEY ARE ALL A HUGE FAMILY YOUR HONOR 🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️ I'm also so obsessed with Darry and Pony,,, they are so,,, complicated sibling relationships get me everytime

Are some of these good? Probably not. Do they make sense timeline and story wise? No and idc. Am I so normal about them? Yes. Most of these are based of fanfic versions of them anyways so yeah

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders fanfiction #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #curtis brothers #dally winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle #headcanon #idk how to tag this #im so normal #about them #found family #for real #love them #feel free to add on #i love talking #just in general #but also about them

[acrux-jr]

Carousel - part 2

Hey yall, hmm back to back updates 😏 there is gonna be a part 3 with smut 🧍🏻‍♀️ lmao and 3 one shots that can be connected or read on their own :)

More Angst :P and some fluff and resolution, talks of pregnancy, NOT BETA READ

Part one :

Summary: The reason why you two split up, Mike, who wasn't ready for any more commitments, and you, who wouldn't be his verbal punching bag.

Word count: 1k

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"Are you fucking serious?" The shout made you jump. Mike had never once yelled at you, let alone raise his voice.

You backed into the door, well you positive Mike would never physically hurt you, that didn't mean you weren't scared.

"I-I," you faltered, you didn't know how to respond.

"How could this happen y/n? You're on the pill and we used condoms! What? Do you poke holes in it?"

Your blood boiled and checks heated in embarrassment. "I would never do that! Are you seriously suggesting that I would go as low as to trick you into getting me pregnant?"

"I don't know y/n, would you? Make sure I was tied down to you? Give me another fucking responsibility!"

Tears sting your eyes, the fact Mike would accuse you of that, it broke something inside of you.

"Fuck you Mike." You spat the words out as you grabbed your school bag.

You opened the door and there was Abby sitting in front of her door. You stopped in your tracks. "Please don't leave."

The tears started to stream. "I have to Abby." You kneeled down and grabbed her hand. "I'll make sure to see you though Abby." Abby started to tear up. "Can't leave my favorite little artist with no one to draw could I?" She shook her head and dove into your arms.

You turned your teary gaze to Mike and shook your head. "Okay, sunshine, I have to go."

A sob wracked through Abby. You picked her up and walked towards Mike. He couldn't look you in the eyes. She clung like a cat, not wanting to let go.

A forehead kiss and a last squeeze, she relented and clung to Mike. With one last glance, Mike holding Abby as she sobbed and clung, you left.

"Y/n? Y/n?" A gruff voice called out to you. You blinked, there were tears streaming down your face and you suddenly were in Mike's room, with him kneeling in front of you. You blinked as your vision focused.

Mike was holding your hand, big dumb brown eyes staring at you, he was gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

"Y//n?"

You stared at him, eyes meeting each other.

Mike stared into your eyes, he missed them, e/c with life full in them. He saw the tears stream still, and he ached everywhere. He bowed his head and let the tears he had fall, he picked his head back up and gave a kiss to your hand.

"I am sorry. I know," he sucked in a breath, "I know what I accused you of and said, ther- there's no coming back from that I know y/n." He paused to let you digest the words, "I love you y/n. And I am truly sorry for everything."

Silence hung in the air. No one was talking now, you had to gather your thoughts and Mike was preparing for the next thing to say.

"I want us back together y/n. And I know it's selfish and I am a horrible person, but I love you so much." He gave you a watery smile. "Y/n if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please I'm begging you. I love you, I will always love you."

You pulled your hand back and let your head fall in them. A quiet sob tore through you. Mike got up and sat next to you, wrapping his arms loosely around your frame. You let yourself be enveloped and give into the hug.

You stayed in the hug gripping him back now for what felt like hours. When you let go, he held one for an extra squeeze and let go. You sniffled and wiped your face.

You breathed and out, 'Steady breaths,' you thought.

"Mike."

He nodded towards his name.

"When you had accused me and yelled at me… I don't think there's ever coming back from that."

Mike's head dropped and a sob he was holding wracked through his body. You gently grabbed his hand.

"But…," his head shot up with wide eyes and tears falling, "I still love you Mike. I'm… I'm willing to give us another shot." You were tackled into a hug. While you reciprocated it, your voice filled the empty room again.

"But Mike, there will not be another shot after this at all." He nodded feverishly.

"There won't have to be." It was soft and it felt like a promise, you just hoped Mike would keep it.

He gently let go and wiped the remaining tears from your face. For the first time in a long while he felt genuine full relief.

Mike didn't think of how to tell you about his brother or the animatronic or anything that happened at Freddy's, for now he wouldn't until the time was right.

Mike's eyes dropped to your stomach, and back to your face. It was quick but you caught the look. Mike didn't push for a question, if you were or if you kept it or anything.

You put a hand on your stomach. Mike's eyes shot down again and he sucked in a breath. He was nervous and scared to be a father and he took that out on you. He would never forgive himself.

"Mike…

He put his hand on your stomach too, and lifted his eyebrows.

You shook your head no, "It was a false positive, an extreme rarity, the doctor said. Took multiple tests after and they were negative and had an ultrasound, nothing there."

If Mike could feel like an even bigger jackass he would. The two of you broke up because of his rash behavior and deep insecurities all for nothing it seemed.

He dropped his head on your shoulder. "I'm a fucking idiot."

You nodded along agreeing with the statement. He huffed out a laugh, "Oh please don't stop disagreeing." You followed in the laughter.

"I thought a good girlfriend agrees with her boyfriend?" You teased, and he laughed, tickingly your neck.

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Sooooo yall forgive mike ? I mean, i was teetering on it while writing like idk man, should i forgive you 😭

Lmk what you think!! I am sick now, so it will not be a back to back to back update sadly - or maybe it will be idk 🤭

Taglist: @stinkii-boii

#mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x reader #x reader #angst #reconciliation #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #abby schmidt

[serendertothesquad]

"Wordsville" and the Problem with Cash-Cow Copies

[note original day of creation was February 15, 2024. just...just for reference. trust me bro.]

Hello.

Tonight I am in a silly mood fueled by sleep deprivation.

That means you all get an introspective blog that I will complete within a week and then ask "why'd I write that?"

So here's what's on Seren's lovely table of discussion tonight...

Put...put away the glasses. You don't need your glasses. This is the highest-quality thing I can get.

But et voila. A little project in the works called Wordsville.

Now, at this point you might be asking why I'm referencing "cash-cow copies" in the title. And whoo-hoo...oooooh...well, I don't want to make this some kind of clickbait blog, so I might as well perfect the atomic bomb in five minutes and land it on you folks.

What if I were to tell you that this is a blatant, shameless, slap-a-digital-coat-on-it-and-call-it-a-day copy of Odd Squad?

Ahhh, see, now I have you intrigued. Hopefully. If you are, then peep down below and let me discuss things a little more in-depth for you non-believing hacks asking me if I'm borderline insane.

So to put things in perspective, allow me to explain what Wordsville is, starting with my own personal summary.

Wordsville is an up-and-coming episodic (not to be confused with serialized, that's a whole 'nother ballgame) TV series that is produced (and will later be distributed) by Sinking Ship Entertainment and is made with assistance from WNET, a PBS station located in New Jersey, and TVO Kids, PBS Kids's girlfriend from Canada that's definitely real.

It was announced back in October of last year with a press release from Kidscreen, which didn't give much info aside from the following blurb:

Wordsville stars two child detectives on the hunt for missing words that are causing chaos in their town.

Sounds a little familiar, don'tcha think? Two kid detectives, finding something missing...and that "something missing" is causing chaos where they live?

Oh, but if you think the similarities end there, then no. No the absolute fuck they do not. I've got my bathing suit on and God damn it if I'm not gonna jump all the way in the pool instead of dippin' my little toes in there.

Doing a little bit of digging reveals more tidbits from a casting call for the series. It's rather wordy (ayyyyyy I did a funy), so let's take it piece by piece and discuss accordingly.

Wordsville is a town populated entirely by kids

A town that is populated entirely by children? Now c'mon, surely that doesn't ring a be-

...Ah. Whaddya know. Yes it does.

And with the adults as useless and idiotic as they are, it might as well be a town full of solely children. Next question.

and it’s a place where words matter. A lot. Every kid citizen has a special connection to words. And that means that if something happens to a word, there are far-reaching consequences.

A special connection to words? Like how there are children who have a special connection to normalcy? Stopping, oh, I dunno, hypothetically speaking...

...oddness?

Okay okay, I'm reaching just a wee bit here, but you can't read this and not tell me it echoes the funny kids math show to some degree or another. If an odd thing happens to a person, the whole town suffers. You've seen it. I've seen it. It's been the basis for many an A and B-plot. Must I elaborate? Good, because I don't plan on it. Continuing.

If the Main Street Baker bakes delicious donuts and they all mysteriously disappear, nothing else in Wordsville can taste good until they are returned.

Town Baker walked so Main Street Baker can sprint while blowing their lungs out.

If the Town Doctor’s soothing medication gets swiped, the whole town gets uncontrollably itchy until the medicine-napper is uncovered.

Ignoring the incredibly dark implications of this as well as the implications of this shoddy knockoff town having only one single doctor...

Dr. O walked so the Town Doctor can sprint while blowing their lungs out...over their massive paycheck.

(I technically could have also put New Dr. O too, but I'd like to spring for iconic OG's here. New Dr. O is neither iconic nor an OG.)

And let me remind you that "Torontonians get uncontrollably itchy due to something odd" would, by technicality, classify as an odd problem. Because...I mean, y'know...the cause is something odd happening. Doing shit with words is odd. This needs absolutely no explaining.

If the Local Scientist does an experiment with electricity and all the lights in town go out, they won’t come back on until the experiment wrecker is revealed.

Yep, I've taken shots of every IPA I can. We nearly hit the main character quadfecta, if you discount Dr. "bro thinks she's part of the team" O. All they needed was a bit about a high governing body and we'd round out the quad squad in proper with Oprah!

There's also a sneaky lil' crumb in the form of that blurb relating to Oona, who did, indeed, experiment with electricity in one episode and wound up proving why she can never take up Crossfit.

Hmmmnnnnext!

In each crime, the episodic word disappears and can’t return until the mystery is solved. The impact of the missing word is felt all over town.

This is another one of those things that I gotta wrench a hammy for in terms of comparisons, because about the only thing I can reasonably compare Odd Squad to is the second sentence.

See, here's the thing. You get oddness that happens to a person. Oftentimes, that oddness spreads to other people, whether directly (in the form of diseases and disorders) or indirectly (like the Town Baker's cakes being split in half, which wouldn't please Torontonians poppin' in for a whole cake and eyeing the display to get a feel for one). In a sense, normalcy disappears and, well, it can't return until [insert partner pair here] solve the case. It's kinda the entire schtick of Odd Squad as a franchise. It's formulaic, just like how Wordsville's "words disappear and nothing can be normal until the word returns" schtick is formulaic.

Is it a stretch? Perhaps. Mileage may vary. I think it's a bit of a stretch, personally. But hey, I'm a grown adult critiquing a ripoff of a kids STEM show. I shouldn't be talking. But I didn't start this fandom nearly 10 years ago just to let Sinking Ship's piss-poor attempt at really capitalizing on one of their biggest franchises sliiiiiide right by me on a floor smooth enough where I'm falling on my ass every 10 seconds.

Luckily, best friends and partners Sage and Chase are on the case and run the only detective agency in town. These tech-savvy sleuths solve mysteries entirely virtually because their reading, listening and digital literacy skills are their greatest strengths. Sage and Chase always catch their culprit and make sure everything is right with the word.

Now where in the McFuck do I start with this one? The PAW Patrol catchphrase thrown in complete with shared name? The fact that there is only one detective agency in the entire town? The fact that Sage and Chase are best friends as well as work partners? Or the pun that made me actively cringe in a way I haven't felt since Whitney told James she wanted to go on the lake?

I mean...this is about Odd Squad, so...I guess the second one sounds most plausible.

But that doesn't need explaining either. There is only one detective agency in town. There is one Odd Squad precinct per city or per state.

No, neither does the third bit. I already referenced Olive and Otto above. You should know what's up.

(I've also read that blurb five times now and...well...we'll get to the digital stuff in a bit. That just needs a whole side-set of word vomit.)

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In my digging of this series -- which, well, wasn't all that much -- I managed to find a few blurbs on our two main characters. The casting call for them, funny enough, called for, and I will quote this exactly, "talent to look 9."

As in, they want the actors to physically look 9 years old.

Which puts that qualifier in the same ballpark as Odd Squad UK's "talent must be Canadian but live in the UK". But at least that prerequisite actually had a legitimate earnest reason behind it, which is that the production needed to be Canadian in a lot more than just the "Canadian prodco works on a British series" sense. Hiring kids who have to physically look 9 years old and will probably be yoted onto the street the second puberty hits them like a truck is a practice not even the most egregious bosses of family-owned-and-operated businesses could pull off.

But enough about the qualifiers. Let's get started on our character comparisons and civil cidiscussion! (Oh the irony...)

And remember this: the casting call was handled by Larissa Mair Casting, who previously did casting for Odd Squad. So that means there will be tinny lil' crumbs of bonus material for me to dissect and discuss! Huzzah! Aw God why can't this happen for Odd Squad UK...man, I'm gonna have to go into my sobbing corner...

First up, we have Sly Sleuth, originally referred to as "Sage" here. I'll also be referring to him as "Sage" in this blog.

Sage is a great detective; thoughtful, extremely logical, and talented at getting information out of people.

Thoughtful of others. Logical. And can wrench information out of suspects like a badass.

Yep, we got an Olive that got hit with an Olando-fied beam. (And because half of you don't know who Olando is: Sage is meant to be a male Olive. I hope that clears things up for you.)

What else?

Nothing related to vocabulary or literacy gets by this investigator. Suspects can underestimate Sage but that is always a mistake. Sage doesn’t scare easily and won’t take no for an answer, traits that make an excellent detective.

You could tell me this was how Olive was meant to be written in "My Better Half", word for word, and I would honestly believe you. Right down to asking, "Her name was Sage in pre-production?"

About the only place I can draw the line here is at Olive not scaring easily. We don't know Sage's backstory -- and once again, this is an episodic series, so don't expect much in the way of plot, backstory included -- but Olive, at least, has a legitimate reason for all the times she covers her ears at loud noises or sharply reacts to something startling.

The former is because of The Censor-Friendly Bullet Massacre of '15.

The latter is because Dalila Bela marched straight out of a viewing of Who Framed Roger Rabbit and never looked back.

I...can't really say either applies to Sage. At least not yet. We'll have to see if Sinking Ship decides to bring Wordsville into its lil' multiverse that Odd Squad and Dino Dana and Endlings and Playdate already share.

Sage is also wise, which is why the name “Sage” is completely appropriate.

Sooooo does that mean his name is Sly because he's cunning like a fox?

Well then in other news, Olive is named such because she was inspired by the famous Law and Order character Olivia Benson. I have fifteen folders that back me right the hell up. Also I contacted Sinking Ship the other day, they explicitly told me.

No, no, but in all seriousness. Olive, too, is very wise. Historian buff, knows her shit about Odd Squad, doo-dah, doo-dah.

Anyway, next up we have Chase, who was renamed to "Gabby Gumshoe". (I'll be referring to her as Chase in this blog, as well.) Let's see what's on the chopping block for her in terms of our favorite food-loving, hella tall, crazy silly blorbo.

Chase is a fantastic detective, but is also goofy[,] funny, visually oriented, and, like the name suggests, loves the “chase”.

Now there's a man who got hit with a yassified beam, right there.

I'll leave it up to you folks whether you consider Otto to be "visually oriented". But in terms of "loving the chase"...yeah, I'd say that fits.

To lay it down: Otto is a rookie agent. Common sense would lead anyone to assume that he has an absolute blast solving odd cases and absorbing every bit of knowledge about Odd Squad that he possibly can. He finds out a villain's on the loose? He's right there, by Olive's side, workin' to catch 'em. He finds out oddness has run rampant throughout the town? He's right on that shit.

Chase, on the other hand, is someone I wouldn't call a rookie. It's made quite evident that she is, for all intents and purposes, seasoned. Seasoned enough that she manages to keep the detective agency she works for afloat and get approval from the others in Wordsville, Sage included. This, perhaps, is because she's not really meant to be an audience surrogate in the same way Otto is. Otto, at least for the first few episodes, serves as a way to ease the audience into Odd Squad and show them what the organization is and what they do without yoting them into it and leaving them asking "Where am I?" more times than a drunkard. Chase doesn't fill that role, because it could be argued that such a show like Wordsville doesn't really need an audience surrogate. Whether that's true, though, remains to be seen.

People tend to underestimate this investigator, but Chase often notices things like a chocolate stain when someone said they didn’t like chocolate or a squiggle of icing that turns out to be the antonym of the word they’re tracking.

Y' take Otto's...Otto's love of food...and y' put it in a gorl...and BAM you got a character.

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That isn't a joke. It's dead-on serious. Even the casting call script pins Chase as a kid with a sweet tooth! It's just Otto but with a less diverse palate! Otto eats everything! This kid eats sweets! God sakes, give her some juice, make her Oprah, I don't give a shit, fucking hell I'm driving 50 minutes to Burger Ki-

Chase is also great with computers and incredibly artistic. A graphic note taker[,] Chase loves to draw, has a great eye for details, is a big fan of the “zoom in” function, and really enjoys creating animated re-enactments of Word Mysteries.

All right, we finally have somewhere we can draw the line.

No, not at being tech-literate. With being artistic.

Otto's artistic talent kind of varies throughout the franchise. In drawing on paper, he's pretty solid for an I-just-recently-turned-10-please-praise-me-year-old. In making paper airplanes, he's solid enough to take down a grown-ass man and rock his sunglasses when he's done for.

In computer drawing...well...if you can believe it, concepts like Ibispaint and Photoshop don't exist in the world of Odd Squad. (Okay, maaaaybe Photoshop does. I don't think it does. But it could be a good in-universe justification for it.)

We don't know Otto's digital artist merit because we never see him make any digital art. All of his art is solely non-digital. On Chase's side of things, she lives in an era where digital drawing is, like in real life, the norm. It's a contrast that might be one of the more glaring ones when it comes to comparing these two shows.

Now, as for the "creating animated re-enactments" schtick...if that isn't an excuse for Sinking Ship to work their animation magic after the Sandy Cheeks movie, then I honestly don't know what is. If you wanted to make the show animated, you could have made it animated. Would've been cheaper, too!

(And "Word Mysteries"...it's not as grating as Wild Kratts's "Wow Fact", but it's edging pretty close. I blame WNET. That's solely a PBS thing right there. TVO Kids would never.)

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So we've gotten the discussion about the two main characters out of the way. Now we can dive into the heartier meat. The kind where's it's purple on the inside but you still digest it anyway.

I'm talking, of course, about the sample scripts- script. Singular. There is one script. Uno.

Now, lemme give you a bit of a rundown: casting calls for Odd Squad -- really, most shows, but this is a blog about Odd Squad -- often come with sample scripts. This is so talents can read their parts aloud for the camera and have the tape submitted to the casting agency for consideration. Odd Squad in particular has had quite an interesting ride with sample scripts, from entire episode plots being adapted into final products (with a bit of tweaking) to characters having names different than what they're named in the final product (which is the case with both Sly and Gabby). They're nothing on the scale of ABC Me dropping episodes earlier than PBS or shorts getting dropped as an alleged April Fools prank, but they're pretty damn good crumbs to chew on.

The sample script starts out with Sage and Chase on, of course, a video call. (Sinking Ship made a Zoom reference once. Pray they do not make another by the name of a friendly drug called "Speed" or that term for peeing known as a "Whiz".) Chase explains that she just gave her office chair's wheels a tune-up, which, of course, makes her hungry. Hungry enough that she declares a "cookie break" and immediately takes out a ginormous cookie from hammerspace that just made the European bakery down the street from me start sobbing. (Look, they make good cookies. Giant cookies. Cookies I need two hands just to hold properly. Trust me, it's- it's massive.)

However, when she bites into the cookie, she finds that it tastes absolutely gross -- "not sweet, not even sour". While she ponders if her body has forcefully rejected one of the best sweet treats known to humankind, Sage begins to grow suspicious and asks if it's a Word Mystery they need to solve.

Which is, coincidentally enough, when the Main Street Baker calls in a fit of hysteria, explaining that their "delicious donuts" are gone. And because we can't take enough from Odd Squad, we get a bit of "literal humor" in the form of the donuts both being delicious (probably) and them spelling the word "delicious" prior to their disappearance. After Sage explains what "delicious" means as well as what synonyms are, it's shown that the culprit also struck other pastries, up to and including gingerbread people, which Sage absolutely takes personally because he's a kid of pure culture who gives a big "fuck you" to holiday-specific treats being enjoyed only during said holidays.

Chase, in true Otto fashion, decides to take more bites of her cookie and instantly regrets it. Sage, in true...well...Clint Eastwood fashion (I shit you not, that's literally what it says in the script), declares that they need to find the word "delicious" and fix the pastries.

And...yeah, that's about it. Like I said, there's really not much to go on with casting call sample scripts. Especially not ones from Larissa Mair.

My conclusive thoughts on it, you ask? Well...they can try to hide it, but all it's doing is enforcing my point. From the Main Street Baker having donuts missing similar to how the Town Baker had bagels missing in "Soundcheck", to Chase being an idiot who is obsessed with food the same way Otto is (right down to his willingness to drink Odd Todd's pickle juice when it tasted gross in "Bad Lemonade"!), even down to the "literal metaphor" kind of humor as it applies to singular words. Am I stretching? Perhaps. But these supposedly insignificant pieces are just part of the bigger picture, the larger issue at hand in this long-winded piece.

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The digital aspect of Wordsville is one of the ways they decided to put a twist on the precedent that Odd Squad set. And it's so blatant and in-your-face that it's on par with shoving a red flag in someone's eyes to blind them.

But here's the thing. The digital aspect been done. Amusingly enough, by the same company.

Lockdown is a show that fits right in with the others at the Shows-Made-During-the-COVID-Pandemic-About-the-COVID-Pandemic club. It was a way to capitalize on something in society that probably will never be relevant again until around 2050. Maybe even earlier than that, at the rate we're going.

I haven't seen it, so I can't speak much about it, but from my side of things it looks a lot like Unfriended if it took place during the pandemic and wasn't a horror movie and involved teens and not young adults/adults/I haven't seen the movie in many years bite me.

But the main difference between Lockdown and Wordsville, relevant to this editorial, is that Lockdown has a legitimate reason to be shot entirely on electronic devices. It's part of the plot. It works, I'm sure. For Wordsville, it makes no sense for the outline and isn't just limiting, but is downright insulting for something "rooted in the 21st century". It's good to be unique when making a show, but there's such a thing as trying too hard to be unique to the point where it's detrimental to your show's quality. Making the show be a digital-only angle isn't a smart move, especially for a detective procedural.

And if it's trying to differentiate itself from Odd Squad...well, do I got some bad news for you.

The show already did an entire Zoom parody in the span of an 11-minute episode.

And I still hate it with all the vitriol of an old woman who hates kids playing with beach balls in the yard pool. It sucks ass. It's entirely unneeded when you have three children sitting around the same table. I could vomit on you all day about it. But at least it's far more justified than Wordsville having its entire formula based on it. You can rip off a show without being limiting.

(don't. seriously. don't.)

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Before we get to the conclusion, I need to dive deep into Odd Squad's own popularity and explain it a little more beyond just little "trust me bro" tidbits.

If you've been following it for as long as I have, then it's no secret that Odd Squad is one of Sinking Ship's cash-cow franchises. You've got the main series, six different spinoffs, a live show, a book...and I didn't even provide a whole damn list! Point being, it's huge. It doesn't have many roots in pop culture, but from a certain angle, it is an absolutely massive franchise that continues to grow, even in spite of its controversies.

Unlike works such as SpongeBob or Bluey, Odd Squad isn't popular enough to get bonafide ripoffs. The formula is relatively easy to copy, and if anything there are shows that have a similar premise but aren't even close to ripoff territory (K.C. Undercover, for example). It's just that, for all the ripoffs people have done of shows and movies over the years, the motivation for industry bigwigs in taking Odd Squad and running with it just...isn't there. I can connect it to Disney or Dreamworks or Viacom all I want, but at best they have a vague awareness of it that only goes as far as "oh, that's a thing, I guess". At worst, they see it as a pile of shit that would never turn a decent profit.

It could be argued that Sinking Ship wasn't all too well-known in the entertainment sphere up until Odd Squad came around. Looking at their resume doesn't show all too much in the way of what's popular. This is Daniel Cook, Roll Play, Playdate...they don't stick in your head, right? Yeah, none of them stick in my head either. Odd Squad was their first big hit for them, something that really helped them gain ground as a company. It's the one that's pretty much linked with Sinking Ship in news articles. Like husband and wife, but for the TV industry.

But to Hollywood bigwigs, that means about as much as finding a stick on the ground. I guaran-goddamn-tee Bob Iger is not going to put his grubby little hands on the funny kids math franchise and twist the hell out of it. The only way that's happening is if you run "Odd Squad, but make it Disney" through an AI generator. (Which, for the record, I have not done. You can't really replicate Odd Squad characters in animation without making them look like they walked out of yet another Law and Order spinoff that's far more kid-friendly.)

However, even with Odd Squad's varying popularity, there are shows that go just a little beyond having a similar premise to it but don't dive into ripoff territory. Sort of like a next step up.

A long time ago, a few friends and I in an Odd Squad Discord server were discussing the show Numberjacks. You know, that show that Jacknjellify may or may not have used as inspiration for Four's design? Yeah, that's the bitch.

The show has a few similarities to Odd Squad. You've got the focus on math, a system for exiting the couch headquarters that's similar to the tube system, and even the existence of kid agents and incredibly odd villains, one of which, need I remind you, Twitter tried to make into a sexyman for all of two days to varying degrees of success.

I will admit, I haven't seen Numberjacks in several years. In fact, the last time I saw it was when it was brought up as an Odd Squad ripoff. If I recall correctly, the episode that I picked to watch on a whim was "Seaside Adventure", wherein a few numbers take a vacation and trouble occurs. Or something like that. I really can't remember many details.

One thing I do remember, though, is distinctly thinking that I could see the Odd Squad similarities, but...it's not a ripoff. The series premiered in 2006. By that point, Tim McKeon and Adam Peltzman were off on their own ventures as they wrote for cartoons and other things. Thus, Odd Squad hadn't been birthed yet. If anything, Odd Squad took cues from Numberjacks, not the other way around -- but even with the existence of Odd Squad UK, we don't know that for sure. I don't even know how popular Numberjacks was in the UK. I'm a dumb lil' American, not a Daphne-Moon-esque English woman.

Since then, I haven't found anything that has come close to what Wordsville aims to accomplish. Granted, though, I have not looked very hard. I'm moreso keeping an eye on PBS to see if they're going to try and rip off Odd Squad rather than keeping an eye on any random B-lister studio. (And no, I'm not talking about WNET. They are a PBS station, but I'm referring to PBS as a whole entire network, not a sole affiliate.)

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So the question remains: is Wordsville an Odd Squad ripoff?

Yes. On multiple counts. Right down to the name inspo. Guilty as charged. Right to jail.

From it being for the 4-7 demo not unlike Odd Squad's own 4-8 demo, to Sage and Chase being referred to as "Word Detectives" in lieu of "agents", to it being a detective procedural not unlike Odd Squad and its spinoffs, to the synopsis of the show being described as having "a case rooted in a vocabulary lesson" similar to Odd Squad having episodes rooted in STEM lessons, to it actively encouraging the audience to solve mysteries along with Sage and Chase...to Sage and Chase having alliterative theme naming...

Yeah, safe to say, we've got ourselves a ripoff.

There's no denying that Odd Squad is a fantastic franchise. Even through all of its issues, including financial controversies, heavy criticism, and mistreatment from PBS, it has remained strong for nearly 10 years, and will stay strong for many more. Maybe one of these days, it will plant roots deeper into pop culture and become one hell of a phenomenon. We'll have to see.

But the fact that Sinking Ship Entertainment has to resort to borrowing a concept that is unique in its nature, a concept that has already been done, a concept that has been given life and creativity by the people who birthed it, and then try to pass it off as its own original IP is not a good look on them. It's been done similarly before with their other big franchise, Dino Dan -- key word being "similarly" because it's one show and three spinoffs focusing on different characters. That isn't the case with Wordsville, though.

Put it this way: it's a company ripping off not someone else's IP, like many other companies have done and continue to do. It's a company ripping off their own IP.

And really, it doesn't matter how it's done. Stealing is stealing. At the end of the day, all it shows is a complete lack of creativity and a complete craving for the almighty dollar. More so if it's a company stealing from themselves and passing it along as okay.

In spite of this, however, I am perfectly willing to give Wordsville a shot when it comes out. Not so much to see if it's good (though my curiosity is piqued), and definitely not to hate-watch (which has the opposite intended effect on a show or movie), but to see just how far Sinking Ship is willing to push the envelope in affirming viewers and industry buddies alike that this is not, by any and all accounts, a copy of Odd Squad. I want to spot similarities. I want to take whiskey shots until I can do a zoom-zoom to a hospital and then ask if they've got a bottle on board the rig. I want to give a full, I-watched-this-show-now-here-are-my-overall-final-thoughts addendum on the entire issue.

As of now, Wordsville has no narrow timeframe. All I know is that it's releasing this year, likely on TVO Kids in Canada. Whether PBS as a whole will adopt it into its roster -- and if anything, it'll be WNET-exclusive, otherwise we would've heard something about it at the TCA Winter Press Tour a few days back -- for American audiences remains yet to be seen. Rest assured, though, that I'll be keeping an eye on it and rushing to it as soon as the first episode drops. After that, I'll give a proper addendum so I can finally put this issue to bed. Along with myself. Revenge bedtime procrastination is a bitch.

Thanks for reading. This honestly started out as something silly, but then I became analytical. So you got a mix of both in this one. This may or may not be the norm. Day-by-day, y'know?

Seren out.

#seren speaks #odd squad pbs kids #odd squad #wordsville #sinking ship entertainment

[georgies-ftts]

my thoughts and opinions on this weeks episode as someone who didn’t have time to watch last weeks episode, has never watched live american telly before and has discovered a new found hatred for your adverts. Also i swear a lot.

let’s begin

(spoilers obviously don’t be a knob)

1. he cannae be captain he’s only got two stripes on his epilette why are we focusing so much on this man

2. Bobby eyeing up that gun I like that (the acting)

3. this guy is giving me uncanny valley and i don’t like it

4. hehe dongle

5. i mean fair enough… in and out just like he said

6. Hen love of my life where the hell have you been loca

7. “and you won’t be anymore either” that’s actually dead funny to me

8. husbands that saw together survive trauma together <3

9. “everyone survived” i know foreshadowing when i see it

10. there’s a lot of drunk driver hatred (as deserved) somethings gonna occurr

11. oh he’s dead… lol karma fuckhead

12. Hen, i love you but why can noone on telly give me actual realistic CPR… break them ribs girl

13. christ these american adverts are weird

14. let me tell you advertising prescription medicine isn’t actually a normal thing to do

15. I don’t know boss man am no a dr but that’s an awful lot of blood are you sure you should still be breathing????

16. “Are you happy” “Yeah, Yeah I am” i have a feeling that’s all about to change buddy

17. just me or can anyone else not see a fucking thing that’s going on this episode why’s everyone in the dark for?

18. moving on from that i love the lighting in the office scene… chefs kiss

19. EXCUSE ME SHE WAS DOING HER JOB, NEXT YOU’LL SUSPEND HER FOR CODLING THE DRUNK DRIVER AND GIVING HIM TEA AND CHEEK KISSES PISS OFFFFF

20. Why do American comm’s systems always fail whenever you actually need them

21. They were axed to pieces. I will let you off -_- this time…

22. “I didn’t shoot him” honestly… same i hope you get yer pay out boss

23. Athena please for the love of god pop a paracetamol or a codeine and chill the fuck out

24. cause it has never been hard enough for them you just had to add a bastard bomb

25. ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES WHY MORE ADVERTS

26. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ADVERTISING TO YOUR CITIZENS

27. The Rookie ad i love it carry on

28. If he wasn’t under the influence then he was just being a cunt and hen had every right to react as such thankyou very much

29. Oh my fuck what is happening - don’t tear them apart i’ll start crying

30. Bitch you’re taking on water stop being a pussy and help

31. “Don’t test me.” Queen, you rag his arse

32. “port stabilisers are gone” surely you should be tilting like a bitch right now or did i miss a frame

33. MORE FUCKING ADVERTS????

34. why’s that lizard from london?

35. WHY ARE YOU ADVERTISING DEMENTIA MEDICATION THAT IS LITERALLY ADVERTISED ALSO AS A DEATH PILL WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMA AND DEATH THATS NOT HELPING

36. “i didn’t save him either” he quite literally refused your help despite being detained

37. didn’t get that SS Menow reference… try the Mayflower next time

38. “Saving the ship” “course she is” GIVE THEM ONE MOMENT OF PEACE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

39. okay good they are tilting like a bitch i will shut my mouth

40. NO STOP TILTING LIKE A BITCH I DONT CARE ABOUT REALISM I TAKE IT BACK NO

41. HOW MANY MORE ADVERTS DO YOU NEED

42. i don’t know but all your meds just seem to be doing the opposite of.. you know… keeping you alive.

43. woah therapy flash back get me one of those

44. you forgot to mention imminent death in your therapy session Mr Sir

45. “We did what we had to do” YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LIVE TOO.

46. “I couldn’t save my first family and I can’t save you either” and what if that was my last straw Robert Nash

47. ABC you can tone down the writing now i’m fucking sobbing

48. FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAN MAN I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT

49. glad the us also have those Haribo ads

50. first time in my almost 20 years of life where i’ve seen an ADVERT for ANTIDEPRESSANTS that also actively make you MORE DEPRESSED

51. Hen i knew you were slaying you’ve never not slayed <3

52. no need for it was there mr boss man? no didn’t think so

53. You have no jurisdiction past the Gulf of Mexico??? ummmm??? distressed cruise ship full of your citizens???? idk??? do something????

54. oh. welp. no surviving that one, have fun with poseidon my loves

55. i don’t know about you but once i’ve been capsized like that in anything bigger than a kayak im giving up…

#911 series #911 abc #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 7x02 #athena grant #bobby nash #911 bobby #911 athena #911 hen #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckely #911 evan buckley #911 eddie #eddie diaz #911 chimney #chimney han #911 maddie #maddie buckley #bathena #bobby x athena

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Training with Zoro P.3 (Eventual Smut) Y/N X Zoro

🍶 wc: ~3.4k

THIS FUCKIN PLAYLIST is amazing to listen to while reading/writing slow smut im gonna die. I was blushing and not breathing and eyes so wide they were watering because just IMAGINING THIS MAN.

Crossposted from my AO3 work called Zoro Train Me.

Also again- no use of Y/N.

TW's: insecure reader, taking medicine for pain, very sore muscles, reader is oblivious to Zoro's hints.

P.2 P.1

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“Oh fuck” you muttered. You’d thought it was only a skin-deep attraction, that he only made you blush because he’s so hot. You looked at Robin in horror, heart racing.

“I-I… I can’t… It’s not just physical” you whispered. She smiled knowingly at you.

“He’s a good man.”

“NOOO Robin! You’re supposed to help me!” you whined pathetically. She giggled at your flushed pout.

“I am helping you. You just realized it was more, right?” You gave her a flat look but gestured for her to continue.

“If it’s more than skin-deep, it’s probably best to let it fade over time. Maybe you can start to see him the same way you see Franky, Usopp, or Luffy. Maybe Sanji, seeing as you seem to bond with him over cooking. Either way…” she looked at you out the corner of her eye. “He’d be lucky to have you.”

A scoff left your throat before you could stop it.

“Me? Yeah fuckin’ right. He’s way out of my league” you muttered quietly. Robin opened her mouth to reply, but Chopper came back, calling your name as he ran towards you.

“I got the medicine and bath salts!” he said excitedly as he produced two pouches. You grinned.

“You’re the best doctor, Doctor Chopper!” you exclaimed in reply. He giggled and blushed, falling into his adorably weird dance while denying he was happy. You watched him a little before interrupting.

“Can I take the medicine now? I’m supposed to stretch and meditate with Zoro after his nap” you asked, opening the pouch of medicine. It contained a few small glass bottles that held a single dose of liquid medicine. He nodded.

“Yeah! He should be waking up soon too! Oh, also, I ran out of an ingredient that needs to ferment for a day, so I gave you extra of the general pain relief. So the muscle-specific pain relief will only be ready about tomorrow night. But I promise it’ll be worth it!”

You smiled at his excitement as you uncorked a small bottle you’d plucked from the pouch. You breathed out, preparing to take the medicine like a shot. You inhaled through your nose as you upended the bottle in your mouth, opening your throat to let the medicine bypass your tongue as soon as possible. You smacked you lips as the bottle left your lips, expecting an unbearably bitter taste. Surprisingly, it was only mildly salty, muddy, and minty. Odd combination, but not horrible.

“Huh. Not bad. When does it kick- ohhh” you interrupted yourself as you went to stand, finding your muscles only mildly sore, instead of agonizing. You jumped a few times.

“Oi! You gotta take it easy, remember? Your muscles aren’t healed yet!” Chopper nagged as he snatched the empty bottle from your hand. You held up your palms in surrender as Robin giggled at your antics.

“Right, Right. You’re the doc. Hey do you know where Zoro is?” you asked the reindeer.

“I saw him at the back of the ship, napping against a railing” he replied. You nodded and called out a thanks over your shoulder as you walked off. You dropped off the medicine and bath salt in your room and brushed your teeth quickly before making your way to the back of the ship, passing by Robin’s flowers. A gleam from above caught your eye, and you smiled as you saw three sword handles glinting in the sun, resting on the banister on top of the bath house. Must be one of his favorite nap spots now.  You knew it wouldn’t be wise to climb up the way you usually did with the way your muscles were, so you decided to wait him out. Hopefully the medicine Chopper gave you would last through the session with Zoro. You climbed on the railing, sitting on it and looking out to sea. Footsteps behind you thudded lightly on the deck.

“Hey! I had a question for you” Usopp said as he hoisted himself on the railing beside you.

“Shoot” you replied, giggling to yourself at your pun at the sniper. He blinked at you before giggling a little himself.

“If you could have a choice of any weapon, what would it be?”

You glanced at him, before sighing as you looked back to the horizon.

“Did Zoro put you up to this?”

“No, no. I just know you’ve been training for hand-to-hand combat, but you don’t have a Devil Fruit power, nor are you insanely powerful like Sanji and Zoro. Nami and I use weapons that suit us, so I was wondering what you think would be a good weapon for you?” He finished his sentence sounding unsure of himself. You chuckled a little.

“I don’t think many people are as strong as those two. They’re pretty special. But a weapon? I’ve never really thought about it. Honestly, I’d almost think a sniper position would be my favorite since I’m not athletic or strong. But considering you’re much better at that than I am, and you’re right alongside everyone else, it’s probably not a practical position for this crew. I know you and Nami have mid-range weapons, right? They can be used at close range but aren’t as effective, and take more skill to be used in long range.”

You could feel Usopp looking at you, surprised.

“Well… mine is ideal for long-range, but you’re right. This crew gets in trouble pretty quick, which means I don’t have time to get to a high position. Wait, how long have you been thinking about this?”

You turned to him, confused.

“Thinking about a weapon?”

He waved his hand in front of his face while shaking his head.

“No no, about how the crew fights”

“Hmmmmm… well, I don’t exactly think about it, it’s more that I just notice things and as I’m rambling it comes together? I don’t know. It just sorta goes on in the back of my mind I guess” you shrugged. Usopp nodded.

“Well, what kind of weapons appeal to you in general?”

You tilted your head, thinking. What weapons appeal to me?

“I guess maybe… daggers? Throwing knives? Projectiles? Maybe something that you aim and shoot? Not guns though.” You shuddered and brushed a finger over your scar before continuing. “I love cooking, so working with knives is familiar to me, but I’m sure I’d be too clumsy and forget which side was the sharp one in the middle of the fight. Though I suppose having a dull side, like Zoro’s swords, would be good. I don’t want to kill anyone. I’m pretty sure I’d like a sort of staff like Nami has, even though I’d have to train with it a lot to not whack myself in the head.”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and glanced to the side. Usopp seemed to be scheming and planning something in his head.

“What about… a sort of scythe, but the staff end of it can become a sort of small cannon?”

You thought about the idea, liking where  it was going.

“I’m not too sold on the curved blade. I’d probably end up cutting my own head off by accident” you giggled.

“What if the sharp bit was on the outside, so if you hit yourself with it, it would be the dull side?”

You hummed in thought.

“Since we’re talking hypotheticals and daydreams… I think it would be cool if I could press a button or pull a lever or something and it could switch between different types of blades. Like a spear, the backwards scythe thing you mentioned, and maybe a short sword blade? And if I could shoot different types of bombs, like how you have different sorts of ammunition for your slingshot!” you babbled, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Oooh! What if I could have a blade come out at both ends of the staff? That would be so badass” you sighed. The sound of scribbling met your ears, and you glanced to see your friend desperately scratching something in a small notebook. You leaned over, reading messy writing containing your ideas, plus some additions.

“What’s this one?” you asked, pointing to an unreadable word.

“A shield. You’d probably need one if you need to reload or if you’re facing guns.”

You nodded, liking the idea. The sound of boots thumping loudly on the deck behind you made you turn around. Zoro had awoken from his nap, and had leapt down to approach the pair of you.

“If you’re thinking about a weapon like that, you’ll need more arm strength” he said matter-of-factly. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Let me dream, Mr. Monster of a Swordsman.”

He scoffed in reply.

“Whatever. Looks like Usopp has your weapons plans started.” 

Usopp cheerfully agreed, jumping off the railing with a quick wave before disappearing- probably to bother Franky with the plans.

“Wait… but I was just daydreaming! That can’t be made!” you exclaimed. Zoro jerked his head in a sign to follow him.

“Franky made this ship and his body, and Usopp made Nami’s weapon. I’m sure they’ll be able to figure it out, and probably add some things to it that you didn’t think about” he replied. You hummed, mind thinking about what the two could possibly accomplish with your idea. Zoro started up the ropes to the Crows Nest, before he stopped and looked down at you.

“Oi. You good? I can carry you up if you want.”

You opened your mouth to respond, when from out of nowhere Robin swept up behind you and spoke for you.

“I believe it would benefit the muscles to not be pushed by climbing up there. Why don’t you carry them, Zoro?”

You whipped your head around, shooting her a look. You heard boots thud next to you as the swordsman jumped down.

“You’re right Robin. Come on. I’ll help you put the muscle cream on before we get started.” A corded arm wrapped around your waist and you let out a squeak, looking desperately at the raven-haired woman who put you in this situation. She sent you a kind smile and waved with her fingers. Zoro picked you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulders so your stomach was meeting the back of his neck, and your crotch was right by his face. His arm was wrapped around your upper thighs, resting just under the curve of your ass. You wiggled, face hot from being in such a compromising position.

“Stop moving or I’ll drop you” he snapped, easily climbing the ropes. As you got higher, your mind started to think less about your uncomfortable position and more about gripping on for dear life.

“If you dropped me from this height, I’d die like a NORMAL person” you muttered as he nearly reached the ladder. His body suddenly jerked, his grip on your thighs loosening for a split second. You squawked, scrabbling for purchase. You ended up basically curled around his head- one arm wrapped around his forehead and the other around his neck, and your legs tightened towards your torso, blocking his view until he yanked your legs back. Heart racing, you hardly noticed his chuckles until he was on the ladder.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you scolded. “I thought I was gonna die!”

His laugh got louder with your complaint, shoulders shaking and jostling your body. You huffed a breath.

“Put me down” you ordered once he was safely in the crows nest. He followed orders without complaint, and as you stood upright, you saw he was still obviously feeling rather pleased with himself for scaring you. You scowled.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m your teacher, remember?”

“You scared the shit out of me twice already today!”

“Twice? Oh yeah, this morning” a smile erupted on his face at the memory. Your face flushed. Stupid dumb little attractive, hot, smile.

“Yeah. This morning.”

“I didn’t do that one on purpose though.”

“So you admit the one just now was on purpose?”

“Sure. Whatcha gonna do about it? Hit me?” he teased, leaning towards you with his fists on his hips. You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

“I will put sand in every single one of your socks” you threatened. He snorted.

“I train all the time without socks. What would that do?”

You grinned evilly.

“Any time you put on your boots? There’s sand in your socks. Every. Single. Time. A slight nuisance that is sure to bring down your day as it wears on you.”

“You’re a petty little shit, aren’t you?”

You chuckled and leaned in closer to him. 

“I got the Great Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro to call me a petty little shit? I feel flattered.”

“I never called myself a pirate hunter” he grunted, standing straight again. Your smile died a tiny bit, missing his proximity. Did he back off because of me? Shit, I forgot for a second. I’m not his type. 

“Well, it’s what you’re called. Did you bring the muscle cream?” you asked, disguising your anxious disappointment with curiosity. His gaze swept over the benches as he nodded.

“I keep it up here. I don’t use it much, only when I’m training after a hard fight, or if we’re by a winter island and my muscles won’t warm up fast enough.” He said distractedly. As he spoke, he walked to where he kept his weights, clanking metal around until he found what he was looking for.

“Here” he said, tossing you a small glass jar. You caught it with a small fumble, not realizing how small it was. You noticed fingers and thumb could touch easily when you went to twist open the lid.

“Thanks” you muttered, inspecting the cream. The first thing you noticed was the smell. It was like menthol, mixed with strong cinnamon, and an earthy overtone of other medicinal herbs. You jerked back slightly, not expecting how strong it would smell. Your eyes stung slightly.

“It’s really strong.”

“Yeah, that’s why I was going to show you how much to use. Also, don’t rub your eyes after without washing your hands first if you use that stuff. Trust me” he advised with the sound of experience. You imagined Zoro quietly accepting the pain and eye water after he accidentally rubbed sweat out of his eye after using the muscle cream. You snorted at the image.

“It seems like you’ve had some trouble with that before.”

“Shut up. It was an accident, and Chopper didn’t tell me.”

You smiled, quirking a brow.

“Well? Are you going to show me how much to use?”

“Sure. Take off your pants.” He crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly. Your face burned.

“I-I-I… What?”

“Take off your pants. I need access to your entire leg.”

“Why can’t I just roll them up if you need me to?”

“It can stain your clothes until it’s absorbed completely into the skin, and I need your entire leg. So, take off your pants. Now.”

“Seems a little unfair” you muttered under your breath. Your face felt like it was burning, hands slowly going to the waistband of your cozy pants.

“Unfair? I can take mine off too if that makes you feel better. But I’m not wearing anything under them” he shrugged nonchalantly. You froze, heart beating wildly. Nothing under his pants? Does he mean that is just there? Under those pants?! Hanging out?! You watched with baited breath as his hands rose towards his own waistband. He wouldn’t… would he? I probably wouldn't be able to hide my reaction. I can’t see that yet, or if ever.

“NO!” you accidentally shouted. Zoro froze. You cleared your throat.

“N-no. It’s okay. It’s just for my muscles, right? I’m just… unsure about my body.”

“Unsure?” he echoed.

“Insecure” you clarified. He blinked.

“So? We always judge ourselves the harshest. You’re at the least completely normal. Now pants off so we can get started with you.”

Your face flamed harshly at the combined semi-compliment and innuendo but dropped your waistband from your hips.

“Sit.” He ordered, nodding to a bench. You walked over to it shyly, and he plopped down next to you.

“Leg” he said, patting his lap. Does this man even know what he’s doing to me? You hesitantly raised a leg to drape over his thighs. A warm, calloused palm rested on your shin.

“Pay attention. This is how much you use” he said, dipping two fingers in the jar. The tips came out covered in the clear gel-like cream, jiggling slightly on his fingers with the vibration of his next words “And this what a muscle massage should feel like when overexertion happens” he explained.

Warm hands cupped your ankle and knee, bending your leg so he had better access to your calf. Your breath hitched at the contact.

“Wait!” you squeaked. I must be really hell bent on cockblocking myself you thought, annoyed at your mouth. Zoro paused, looking at you with a raised brow.

“Uh… I took the medicine, right? So would I really be able to feel what it’s like to massage it when the pain is dulled?”

He furrowed his brow in thought.

“It shouldn’t be too different. Really, the aim of this is to increase the blood flow to the area, so when the pain is dulled, it should be easier to accept the harder pressure. Of course, you don’t want to bruise the area, but that shouldn’t be a problem. When the medicine wears off, just massage however feels best, either a harder pressure or a lighter one.”

Shit. There goes my excuse.

“Oh. Okay. G-go ahead then” you muttered. You were sure your blush was prominent, and you self-consciously wrapped your arms around your thigh, determined to focus only on how he was doing the massage and NOT on the growing arousal between your legs. Even though you watched his fingers cup your calf, you still flinched at the cold of the gel. You hissed in a breath through your teeth. Zoro immediately paused, looking at you questioningly.

“It’s cold” you said quickly. He grunted and resumed spreading the gel on the bare skin of your calf gently.

“It’s easier to spread out the stuff first like a lotion. It’s kinda oily, which makes it perfect for massaging” he explained quietly. You hummed, watching raptly as his fingers cupped your calf gently, your mind straying into much less-innocent thoughts. His hands are so warm, I wonder how they’d feel stretching me out. Maybe he’d have me suck on them while he was- STOP. NO. FOCUS.

“Flex your foot up” he instructed. You looked at him questioningly as you did so. He caught your gaze and explained, “I need to know where the most painful parts are first, and it’s a lot easier to do when the muscle is firmer.”

You nodded in understanding, watching his fingers prod over different areas. You winced when he found a particularly sore spot, and his fingers lowered their pressure.

“Relax your foot down” he said, gaze focused on his hands. You followed instructions, a little confused. He began to massage the area that was so sore, having followed the shift of your muscles with his index finger. You flinched and let out a little moan of pain as he dug into the area with a knuckle, dragging it vertically over the area.

“I know. It’ll feel better in a moment. Just gotta get used to it” he muttered.

“Now I really want to kill you” you muttered, flinching slightly again as his knuckle dug into your calf. He snorted.

“Yeah? I could be doing this when you’re standing. That would really hurt” he threatened.

“I think you’d just end up giving me bruises - ow - if you did that” you scoffed.

“Wouldn’t be nearly as fun giving you bruises that way” he muttered under his breath. You looked at him. What on earth did he mean by that?

“What?” you asked. A faint blush tinged Zoro’s cheeks, as if he realized his words were spoken aloud.

“Uh. Sparring. Bruises from sparring” he said hurriedly. You rolled your eyes.

“And here I thought I finally annoyed you enough to want to whack me.”

He gave a particularly hard rub over your calf and you winced with a hiss of pain.

“Not yet” he smirked at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he chuckled.

“Flex your foot again. This area is done” he said in lieu of a reply. You sighed. This was going to be long and torturous. Hopefully just like his – STOP. NO.

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[anatee]

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut 18+ | MINORS DNI.

Content: Female!Reader x Poe, a few curse words, one very bad pun, smut: suggestive talking and mentions of previous encounters, risky, hickeys, fingering, piv (unprotected), just filth really

Word count: 3.64K

Author's note: Finally had the time to write something for Poe - and when I tell you I am feral for this man. I wrote this in a few hours, on a roll. Enjoy.

Poe: I'll be back tonight.

A smile spread on Y/N's face as that message lit up her datapad. Poe was finally coming back from his mission, safe and sound, and there were no words to express how much she missed him - in fact, her whole body did.

It all started no longer than two months earlier. They had been teasing each other every time since Y/N joined the Resistance a year earlier, but on that particular evening one thing let to another and before they knew it, they were all over each other, making love passionately in his quarters.

Ever since then, each and every tease had a double meaning, and they could both confidently say they had a thing going on, as there was always some sexual tension between them waiting to be resloved. Her being a mechanic and him being a pilot, they didn't have any difficulties to make up excuses to see each other quite often.

Me: What a relief. I've missed you.

Y/N's response was sincere, but it was also safe - she could not stop herself from teasing him a little as well.

Me: So has my body.

She knew it would do the trick. She knew he was absolutely obsessed with being touchy, with almost worshipping her body as he often whispered breathy compliments while his coarse hands roamed all over her skin. Hence, his quick response didn't surprise her.

Poe: You can't be sending me messages like that or I'll have problems flying the ship.

Me: Oh, why? Did I fluster the greatest pilot of the Resistance? ;)

Poe: I'll get you back for this.

Me: Is that so? And what are you gonna do? Have another mechanic check your ship?

Even though she thought she had the upper hand for a moment, Poe retaliated quickly - he was no ordinary opponent in that type of conversations.

Poe: Be patient, love. Although considering how little patience you had last time when you were all over me, it may be difficult...

The audacity - as if he weren't the needy one, showing it each and every time he pulled her towards himself aggressively, grabbing her thighs, hips, wrists, anything he could dig his fingers into, roughly at that, because he had little patience, too.

Me: You loved every second of it.

Poe: Yes, I did. But it was you begging for more, wasn't it? ;)

Me: Oh, fuck you.

Poe: You will.

Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed, the feelings this message caused in her burning in her abdomen.

That guy. No one in this galaxy could make her feel even something remotely close to what he did. She was weak for him in every sense of the word, always craving more of what he had to offer. It was going to be hard, these few more hours of waiting...

Poe's X-wing landed at the Resistance base at night, among the sounds of loud cheers. Many people wanted to greet him, congratulate on the successful mission... And he was happy to meet them, and be safe home again, but his mind had been wandering elsewhere all day.

He took his ship to the hangar and there was immediately surrounded by his friends. He only caught a glimpse of Y/N in the crowd before General Organa called him in for a report; he decided to go and meet Y/N later - he had a feeling the moment he actually spoke to her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

As a mechanic, she immediately started checking his X-wing for any damage it might have sustained during the mission. The hangar had become empty and quiet by the time she started fixing a minor fault in the flaperon. It was only her, dim lights and every sound echoing against the walls of the spacious room.

"Look who we have here."

Y/N felt as though an electric shock surged through her body as she heard that familiar husky voice right behind her. She almost dropped her tools, then composed herself quickly before turning to face him, adjusting her tight grey shirt.

Poe was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his X-wing in a khaki shirt and his favourite jacket, a smirk on his face. She bit her lip; she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was every time she saw him. There was just so much to love, so much to desire - the big hands, the wide shoulders, the sharp jaw and the lucious hair, even more attractive now that it was a bit messy.

"Look who's back," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, trying not to show how much she wanted to throw herself over him. That week away from him made her realise how much she got addicted.

"Missed me, love?" he asked as if he did not know the answer, looking her up and down.

"Maybe." She shrugged, also realising they were both just playing.

She wanted to tease him so more, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself, making their bodies bump into each other. She chuckled, then gave him a smirk.

"And who's impatient now?"

"You can't imagine how much I needed you," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it just slightly, barely, and yet that was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Glad you're safe," she whispered back, and he pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm happy you're safe, too." He put his hand on her cheek, then moved his thumb over it affectionately. "You already fixing this?" he added, indicating the flaperon.

"That's my job, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but that's not the priority, really. I need your help in the cockpit. I've had some issues with the joystick."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could ask more, Poe climbed the side of his X-wing, then jumped into the cockpit swiftly. He beckoned her to follow, and so she did, staying on the ladder next to the ship.

"You should get inside here to see," he said, indicating the small cockpit.

"Inside?" She raised an eyebrow. "This cockpit isn't exactly a fit for more than one person."

He couldn't help but smirk again. "Afraid of getting close to me, my little mechanic?

He knew she wouldn't back down from such a challenge, and he was right. Without a second thought, she quickly climbed inside the cockpit and had no choice but to sit in his lap, trapped between his chest and the controls. The moment she did that, she realised how easily she had fallen into Poe's trap.

He let out a snigger, putting his hands on her hips. "And now... I have you right where I want you."

"I should've predicted that..." she said in defeat, as though she didn't enjoy every second of it.

He laughed again, clearly satisfied with that response. "I told you I'd get you back, love... Tell me you weren't basically asking for it. I'd say your messages were quite clear."

Having accepted her fate, Y/N smiled, bathing in that blissful feeling of his large hands on her body. Even through the material of her pants, it was enough to make her feel just that much hotter.

"I suppose there is another joystick that needs my attention here, huh?" she bit back just to hear another snicker, his hands slowly wandering up the sides of her body and down again.

"So cheeky," he said as if it were a compliment. "Can't help but love that about you." He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"I get that from you, flyboy."

"Flyboy?" he almost sounded offended, but, at the same time, his playful tone didn't leave him. "You know, I'd admit... I've always had a fantasy to do this here." He kissed her neck, softly at first, just to plant two more, passionate kisses right after. She let out a small sigh; the hickeys he left on her the night before his mission had barely healed, and she knew that he would not stop himself from creating new ones, especially now that he knew all her weakest points.

"I figured as much." She chuckled. "I guess this is called a cockpit for a reason."

He laughed against her neck, hot breath tingling the spots that were already wet from his kisses as his hands kept roaming. He kissed the side of her neck again, finding a particularly sensitive spot right on her artery, which he grazed with his teeth, earning another sigh from her.

"You know... I've missed you too much to be watching your back," he said sensually, his hands gripping her hips again. "I want to see your eyes as I work my magic..."

Poe helped her turn on his lap in the small cockpit, then pulled her as close to himself as possible, their chests colliding.

"Now, that's much better, isn't it, love?" he said quietly while his eyes wandered to the revealing cleavage of her shirt. "You'd put that on for me?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Dameron." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You know I always dress like this."

He wasn't buying it - or, at the very least, he didn't want to.

"But you knew I'd be coming to have all of this for myself. And I can think of only one thing when I see you like that."

Before she could react in any way, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin he worshipped so much while his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks.

"How come you always smell so good?" he said groggily, his voice alone making her heart beat faster.

"Showers, flyboy."

He opened his mouth for a moment, then stared at her in mild disbelief.

"Feisty, are we?" he asked eventually, unwilling to admit defeat. "I see... I'm being too nice to you. Perhaps you should show me how much you missed me. I am, after all, a tired hero..."

Finally, she gave in and decided to act, too. She quickly started helping him out of his jacket, and he understood immediately, raising his arms slightly so she could take it off. She threw it over the side of the ship and let it fall to the hangar floor, then leaned in just slightly. For him, it worked immediately; he grabbed her jaw with both his hands and pulled her to himself almost posesssively to kiss her with hunger. The desire they had been both feeling during their separation finally starting to resolve. He didn't restrain himself one bit, almost devouring her through the feverish kisses. He let his tongue taste her, too, remembering what a wonderful taste it was.

The kissing and breathing sounds echoed in the empty hangar, with occasional moans and grunts in between they could not control. While Y/N kept her hand on his nape, pulling him closer, his arms were exploring her body, as if trying to touch each and every inch of it.

The moment she shifted slightly to adjust her sitting position on him, he pulled away, letting out a short groan. She knew that sound already and looked down.

"Someone's got a little excited there."

He traced her jaw with his finger. "You can't imagine how many times I was sitting there and wished you would be here... Just like that."

"Dreams do come true, Commander."

Using his rank was another thing that did it for him. He grabbed the straps of her shirt and pulled them down so the material fell and uncovered her breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight as he realised she had no bra on. The sight seemed to have rendered him speechless; he forgot everything he was doing to stop and marvel, so she seized the chance. She grinded herself against him, slowly, catching him my surprise. He let out a small gasp, one that satisfied her greatly.

"Keep up with me," Y/N said teasingly, and she could almost see the lust gleam in Poe's eyes when she did.

"You asked for it," he replied huskily, knowing what he could do to her just by using that voice.

His hands reached for her pants. He unzipped them, then she stood up and, although it was a bit difficult in the small cockpit, he eventually managed to take her pants off of her. She was left in her panties and her shirt half down - a view he could get used to.

Y/N wanted to straddle him again, but he shook his head and pushed her ever so sligthly against the controls.

"No, stay there..." he uttered quietly, his eyes taking in her figure. "Oh, I'm gonna remember the view. You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N."

She propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she took in the compliment. He was enjoying the view in front of her, too; his cheeks were flushed, his hair even more messy than before, the upper part of his shirt unbuttoned, showing some of his collarbone.

"You aren't so bad yourself, Dameron," she replied, wondering what he was planning.

His large hands first dug into her thighs, massaging them just for a moment before one of them wandered straight between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her against the white material of her panties, making her squirm immediately. It was only then when she realised how touch-starved she was; touching herself on her own was now nowhere near as satisfactory.

Poe seemed to enjoy it a little bit too much when he noticed how each and every one if his rubs provoked different reactions from her. Sighs, soft moans, her biting her lip to stop herself and spreading her legs wider almost absent-mindedly... He knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. Her reactions were one of the things he enjoyed most about all of their encounters.

"Seems like you needed me just as much... But why so quiet, love?" He looked her straight in the eye, wondering where his favourite moans went to - especially the ones mentioning his name.

"Quiet?" She panted. "I'd say I'm being too... Loud..." Another soft moan escaped her lips as he picked up the pace, the material between his fingers already wet.

He chuckled. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."

"This isn't exactly a private place... What if someone hears?" she asked between heavy breaths as he did not stop, quite the contrary, he focused on rubbing her clit directly, having learned that works like a dream.

He seemed completely unbothered, shrugging. "The best pilot of the Resistance has his needs. And it so happens hearing these moans of yours is one of them."

He used his free hand to close the cockpit, cutting them out from the outside world with a triumphant expression.

"Don't restrain yourself, love."

Having said that, he grabbed the material of the panties and moved it to the side, uncovering her soaked folds. His fingers went back to work at once, this time flesh to flesh, driving her crazy in a matter of seconds.

He slipped in two of his fingers inside her almost effortlessly, then began pumping in and out quickly, making her throw her head back as she buckled her hips to meet even more of his touch. He smirked at that as his other hand kept on circling her clit.

"I don't have enough hands for everything I want to touch..."

"But you have something else," she breathed out as her body was begging her to have him inside it. As pleasurable as what he was doing was, his fingers were simply not enough. She craved all of him, especially after missing him and worrying because of his mission.

For a moment, she heard nothing but pounding of her heart in her ears as she reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

"Well, won't you look at that." He smiled smugly, taking his hand back for a moment. "A week without me and you've become wild. Maybe I should leave more often?"

"Don't you dare," she hissed, still panting as she unzipped his pants.

He wasn't going to stop her, he didn't even tease her - instead, he lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull down both his pants and boxers, uncovering his erection. She looked at it shamlessly, then glanced back between her legs, where the wetness was starting to drip down her thigh.

"Seems like we both have to be taken care of."

"How fortunate," he grabbed her by the hips again. "May I?"

"Not you asking now like you didn't fuck me senseless the night before you left."

He smirked again, getting even more aroused at the memory of that night. "Oh, sorry for being a gentleman, love," he said sarcastically. "Let me fix that."

Before she could react, he aligned her position, then lowered her onto his cock roughly, earning a yelp out of her. He let out a short grunt, keeping his eyes on her face so as not to miss any reactions.

"Not so confident now, are you?"

"You... Oh, fuck..." She took a deep breath, trying to adjust herself to such a sudden change.

He sniggered yet again. "That I will, love."

The first thrust of his hips felt like a sigh of relief after days of longing. They both needed that, probably more than they thought up until this moment. He was dragging his cock slowly but with power, helping himself by guiding her hips while she started responding. The smallness of the cockpit made them unable to escape anywhere; they were as close to each other as possible, Y/N's nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest. He filled her up to the brim with every thrust, still slowly, allowing both of them to relish in the bliss of the moment.

His hands moved to grab her ass firmly and kept on guiding her while her mouth travelled to his neck this time - she wanted to leave a few marks for him as well.

"I could do this all night," he rasped, their hips rocking in unision.

In response, she only let out a short cry against his neck as his cock found a particular spot, and the pleasure it gave her almost made her lose balance. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her cheeks flushed.

"Poe, faster," she moaned, unable to bear the feeling of release almost coming and then quickly going away every time he slowed down.

These two words almost turned him feral.

"Oh, what was that?" he asked even though they both knew he heard her loud and clear.

"I beg you," she whispered, placing a pleading kiss on his neck.

"Now that's what I like."

A triumphant expression took over him as he leaned her against the controls, taking some of her weight off of him. It allowed him to move faster just like she wanted, and hell, he enjoyed it too, feeling almost an animalistic need for the inevitable orgasm building up inside him. He really didn't need much; she turned him on mkre than anybody did.

He moved as fast as he could in the position they were in, bathing in the blissful sensations and sounds coming out of her, not even caring if someone was going to catch them. The sweat on her forehead, her throwing her head back, and everything happening right there, in the cockpit of his ship as he had fantasised... It was enough to drive a man crazy.

She kept on rocking her hips to match his movements and meet him deep inside, just so he would keep on hitting that spot which felt best. She noticed how he furrowed his brow and his breath became heavier, letting her know he was close. She could not blame him as she herself felt she needed just a few more thrusts.

"Come with me, love," he said breathily, prompting her to grab his shoulders tighter. Yes, she wanted to do that, it would be such a bliss...

"Poe... I'm so..." she wanted to tell him she would, but words failed her. Instead, immense pleasure washed over her as she felt herself gush all over his cock.

Mere seconds later, he filled her up to the brim with his cum, swearing under his breath. He had been waiting for this, and the indescrabibly pleasurable sensation was worth the wait.

Moments later, everything stopped, and they both fell into each other's arms, breathless. Y/N slowly raised herself, letting his penis slip out of her, his cum followinig right after, some of it landing on the pilot seat.

"Now... That's gonna leave a stain."

He glanced down and shrugged. "I'll have something to remember this by. I'm addicted to this. To you," he said in a hushed tone, then leaned in to leave a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I believe I could told you the same." Y/N smiled, wondering how she could have ever lived without this.

"Just so you know," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer again, "we're doing this again. Now. We have seven days to catch up on."

Damn. He got her all exicted again in mere seconds, barely after allowing her to take in the orgasm from a minute earlier. It seemed like her legs were opening again just as he spoke, her body remembering how wonderful it felt to be connected with his.

"I am definitely not going to stop you."

"And this time..." His hands wandered up from her hips straight to her breasts. "I believe these two need my attention."

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[shuriwandanatwife]

BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Listen my gay ass was dying when I saw Shuri in Black panther Wakanda forever so obviously I need to write for her. So I have two ideas and I'm gonna do both the First Is dark!shuri because that girl went in straight for murder after the death of her mother so here we go.

Dark!Shuri x f!reader

Also please stop shipping Shuri with Namor. SHE IS FOR THE LESBIANS

Shuri is now Queen. After what happened with the passing of Queen Ramonda Shuri as been a lot different. I mean ofc she's different her mom died, her whole family is gone and as her friend it's your duty to help in any and every way.

"Queen Shuri you requested for me?" I asked stepping into her room "I did and please just shuri Y/N" she said and turned around from her desk to look at me "What are you making?" I asked trying to look and she hid it "Something I'll introduce you to soon" she replied and stood up "How are you doing?" I asked "Why don't you take a seat Y/N" she ordered pointing towards her bed and I sat down.

She appeared at my side and held my hands and I blushed "My kingdom is falling, Wakanda needs a new black panther that will be ready to take my place when I leave" Shuri started "What are you saying?" I asked "Our people need a baby born in this royal family" she answered "Your pregnant or atleast are you gonna try?" I asked and she chuckled "Y/N kiss me" she said ignoring my question "I want to but I shouldn't" I answered knowing Shuri is not a right state of mind and me kissing her would mean falling in love with her and Shuri can not handle a relationship right now.

"Y/N I'm asking you to carry my baby" she said answering my previous question and I shook my head "I'm sorry Shuri but I can't do that" I answered shocked that she's even asking this of me "Can't or won't" she replied and her grip on my hand tighten "I have to go" I said trying to get up but she held a firm grip on not only my hands but my thigh.

"You selfish little brat, I offer you the honor of carrying the next black panther and you denied it, You denied me?" She said darkly and her claws started forming "Shuri you're hurting me" I whimpered "It's queen to you and don't you think you hurted me princess" she mocked "Let me rephrase my words so we have an clear understanding You will carry my child, the next black panther of our nation."

Shuri held both of my hands with hers and brought me up to her headboard and handcuffs appeared and gripped my hands holding me in place.

She walked over to her desk and took up something "I have been thinking about this for awhile, it wasn't like this obviously it would start out with us falling inlove, getting married at the hand of my mom, then you would want a baby me being the genius I am would make a strap with sperm that both has my DNA and yours, Like this" she said showing me the toy.

"Shuri let us try it that way" I said trying to convince her and she only chuckled "Oh princess you don't think I'm that stupid do you just so you can run off, I mean that would be a fun chase but I have to go prepare for battle and even if you did run and babble who can stop me from having you? Literally no one Y/N" she said and attached the strap to her she tapped her clothes and the fabric disappeared.

As scared as I was I couldn't deny the fact that Shuri is Hot asf, what no I need to snap out of this look at what she's doing. I closed my eyes when Shuri came on the bed. she sat on my waist and held my face with her hand "Look at your Queen Y/N" she said and I shut my eyes tighter. She leaned forward and licked my face "Don't let me force them open princess" she said and I opened my eyes and she kissed me.

Its funny how I have waited my whole life to be kissed by Shuri, but this was not how I imagined the circumstances it would fall under. When she broke away from the kiss she started taking my blouse off of me, when off she made immediate work in removing my bra. Shuri literally stopped what she was doing just to admire my boobs "Holy shit Y/N" she said peppering kisses all over them, she used her tongue to lick my nipple but I was determined not to make any noise so I bit down hard on my lip.

After worshipping my breast she stared leaving wet kisses down leading to my thighs "We're getting rid of this" she said and ripped my skirt in two. She then used her teeth and pulled my panties off. While making direct contact she dipped her tongue into my pussy and my back arched.

Shuri chuckled and used her hand to bring me back down "Just tasting first princess" she said and went all in. She came back with cum running down her chin and she used it to make a trail right up to my mouth she used her finger to remove my lip that I was subconsciously still biting. "Princess your bleeding" she said and kissed me and I could taste not only myself on her but also my blood.

Going back down she collected the remains and seated her self at my entrance she slowly drove the toy inside me and I whimpered and she looked up at me smiling. Slowly she removed herself just so she could hammer back into me. This time I could not control my self and I screamed so loud I'm sure the whole country heard.

"Shuri" I moaned and she started going at this unexpected brutally pace "Say my name again Y/N" she said leaning down to whisper it in my ears causing her strap to hit my spot "Fuck..Shuri" I said and she smiled "Let's get you pumped up" she said and lifted up my feet in the air and started fucking the living life out of me.

"Are you close princess" she asked mocking me and I nod "Beg me Y/N" she said and stop and I groaned in frustration "Say please fuck me" she teased and started moving slow "God just fuck me already daddy" I said and that most definitely did the job because the next thing I know is that at one point It feels as if her strap is in my heart.

She moved her hand and I looked down to see a bulge in my stomach and Shuri pressed down on it "I'm in you that's so fucking amazing don't you think" she said and I was getting close to my climax "Cum for me princess" she said and I immediately came and for a whole second I saw stars, I felt Shuri groan and I felt her release her cum in me.

Slowly she removed her self and when she was out she bit the inside of my thighs "Did I mention how pretty your pussy is" she said and placed a kiss on it.

She then moved up to me and kissed me and I gave in and kissed her back and I felt her smile into the kiss. "I'm sorry it had to do it like this Y/N" she whispered kissing my face "I just got out of control" she whispered again and my eyes started closing "Sleep princess I'll be right back home to you" she said and cleaned me and got me wrapped up.

"This world has taken everything from me but it will not take you and my unborn child. I will kill Namor to keep you safe baby" she said and closed the door.

I apologize that's it

Y'all want apart 2 to this or the second idea for soft Shuri or both ?

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