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bvader95 · 1 year

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Summary: Akira asked Akechi out, Akechi questions his judgment, and Makoto plays the (ha) straight woman. [Post-canon spoilers.]

Makoto entered Leblanc hoping for peace, quiet, and a good cup of coffee. What she got was Akechi beckoning her to the booth he was sitting in.

“Good to see you, Niijima,” he said, putting aside a copy of Redemption Arcs for Beginners. “Can we have a word?”

“Must we?” she scowled.

“If we didn’t have to, I wouldn’t have wasted your time, now, would I?”

She let out a sigh. “Can I get coffee first?”

“Of course. I’m not in a hurry.”

Sojiro was preparing one for her already, and after a minute or so, Makoto sat opposite Akechi. “Okay, what do you want from me?”

“I know you despise me, so I’ll keep it brief-”

“The fact you walk free after everything you’ve done is a miscarriage of justice,” she growled.

“I told the prosecutor the same thing!” He seemed as offended as she was. “But apparently neither Shido nor Akira mentioned my role in the events, for some reason.”

“I can only speculate about Shido’s motivations, but Akira omitted your role in the events to not incriminate himself,” Makoto sighed in response. “An accurate description of what happened in the Engine Room would sound… well…”

Akechi put his hands up to his face to mimic Akira’s fake glasses. “I know I had motive and means to kill him but he actually killed himself, honest!” he said in a silly voice. “Well, not himself-himself, there was this evil copy of him that did it and he stopped us from saving him. It was very very tragic.”

Makoto failed to stifle a chortle. “More or less.”

“Apparently,” Akechi continued with his normal voice, “what little evidence there was to incriminate me specifically was too inconclusive to bother with bigger fish to fry.”

“And I’ve heard a lot of oil went bad and had to be thrown away,” Makoto added.

“Exactly. But I’m not here to talk about underfunded and understaffed prosecutors, my problem is with Akira.”

Makoto raised her cup to take a sip of coffee. “I’ve noticed as much.”

“He asked me out.”

Akechi narrowly dodged the following spit-take. Sojiro wordlessly handed Makoto a roll of paper towels. She gestured at Akechi to move aside and tried to wipe the liquid off. “What do you mean ‘he asked you out’?”

“He suggested a movie date on Sunday.”

“And what was your response?”

“Well, I tried to politely decline,” he replied. “Leftover Phantom Thief money pays for my room, board, and therapy. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to take subtle hints, and if he asks me again, I might snap and deploy unsubtle ones.”

“I can play the parental veto card if you want,” Sojiro offered. “Well, parental substitute, but it’s close enough.”

“I'm worried that would make things worse,” Akechi replied. “The forbidden fruit is more appealing, after all.”

Makoto threw away the used-up paper towels. “So what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, I planned to bribe someone to seduce him so that he’ll forget about that stupid idea.” He shook his open wallet over a table and a few coins fell out of it. “I have… 556 yen, they can be yours if you accept it.”

Makoto stared at the money in front of her. “Or, hear me out, instead of going for a zany scheme with an infinitesimal chance of succeeding, we talk to him upfront.”

“I just told you, I am unable to do that.”

She tented her fingers. “And if someone were to speak on your behalf?”

Akechi understood the allusion. “…well, I can pay you-”

“Keep your pocket change,” she said, slightly offended. “Who do you take me for?”

“A younger sister of a lawyer.”

“Here’s a legal term for you: pro bono publico. In this context it means working voluntarily for free.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was adjacent to law enforcement long enough to know what it means, Niijima. Still, if you are willing to represent me and ask for nothing in return…” The air of nonchalance he has been projecting up to that point has collapsed for a brief second. “…thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it.” She turned to Sojiro. “Where’s Akira now?”

“Out and about,” he shrugged. “I’d just text him and ask him to come back here.”

Akira entered Leblanc and noticed Akechi and Makoto waiting for him. “Hi there,” he waved. “Did you think about my offer, Goro?”

“We would want to discuss that somewhere more private,” Makoto replied.

“Oh, okay then.” He pointed at the staircase leading to his attic. “Is upstairs fine?”

Makoto glanced at Akechi, and after he silently nodded, the three marched up the stairs. Akechi placed himself on the couch, Makoto sat next to him, and Akira grabbed a chair and set it opposite them.

“Well,” he sat down on said chair, “I assume that since you wanted to talk in private, you’re about to suggest a threesome.”

He cracked a smile. Akechi and Makoto responded by turning a faint shade of crimson.

“No, you utter mmph!”

Makoto put her hand on his mouth. “Let me talk.” She then turned to Akira. “Akechi… politely requested that I help him gently reject your offer.”

“Oh.” Akira raised an eyebrow. “Goro politely requested that you turn me down in his stead?”

Akechi nodded.

“He acknowledges his social skills are lacking and doesn’t want to antagonize you again,” Makoto explained.

“And he did that without any pressure whatsoever from you, I assume,” Akira remarked.

Another nod from Akechi. “That is true,” Makoto said. “Though I think this is a correct decision on his part.”

“So that’s where the line is, huh?” Akira asked, mildly amused. “Risking my life and fighting literal gods is a-OK, but asking out a guy-”

Akechi pushed Makoto’s hand away. “You cannot be serious now,” he snarled at Akira. “I. Tried. To murder you.”

He put on a shit-eating grin. “Bad boys are hot, you know?”

Akechi’s eyelid twitched. “Hormones overriding your brain, I can understand, I think, but for fuck’s sake, you’ve got so many not-sociopaths you could ask out instead of me!” He gestured at Makoto. “I mean, Niijima’s here already, you might as well seduce her!”

“Beg your pardon?” Makoto blurted out.

“She’s astute, athletic, attractive, and didn’t fucking shoot you in the face!” Akechi continued. “So here’s a less moronic idea: I turn around and leave and you two can have a… twosome or however the fuck you call it.”

“This was not part of the agreement,” Makoto hissed, trying to put her hand back on his mouth, but he resisted.

“And you won’t convince me you’re not into girls,” Akechi was past listening, “I have seen you ogle all the goddamn catsuits! Everybody has seen you do that!”

“Bisexuality is a thing,” Akira remarked.

“That is not the main point, you insufferable-!”

Makoto, unable to shut Akechi up with gentler methods, tackled him to the ground, pinned him down, and covered his mouth with both her hands. “This,” she strained, as Akechi struggled under her, “is the exact type of shenanigans I wanted to avoid. I’m disappointed in you, Akira.”

Akira raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

So did Akechi. “Mph?”

“He’s obviously not interested in you, and instead of acknowledging it like a normal person and moving on, you’re cracking jokes and dodging the subject,” she explained.

“Well, uh,” Akira adjusted his glasses, “considering I never got a straightforward ‘no’ for an answer, I assumed it’s just his self-loathing talking.”

“Or he doesn’t want to upset the guy whose savings pay for his accommodation and recovery.”

There was a period of silence, as Akira started thinking about how he’d perceive the whole situation as an outside observer. When the coin dropped, he felt a profound sense of discomfort and disappointment with himself. “…I messed up.”

”Cun uh suh sumphn?” Makoto removed her hands from Akechi’s mouth as he repeated: “Can I say something?”

“If you say it, and not snarl or scream it.”

He cracked a smile. “Can I screech it?”

“I will have a body count by the end of the day,” she grumbled to herself, then got off of him and lifted him back up by his lapels. “Speak.”

“Okay, so, cards on the table:” Akechi began, “when I said that, I didn’t intend to accuse you of entrapment or anything like that. I just… if you pardon the obvious quip, I don’t want to be a bastard.”

“Eh,” Akira replied. “I still think I come off as an asshole in this scenario.”

Akechi looked at his dejected face and sighed. “…not if you were kind of right.”

There was a bit of a pause before Akira said: “I’m not jumping to conclusions. Elaborate.”

“What is there to elaborate upon?” Akechi sighed again. “You are intelligent, kind, (ahem) attractive, prejudice-free, unreasonably patient, and if I were to deny your appeal, that’d be a lie. And you’ve gotten too good at spotting these.”

“Then…” Akira was confused. “Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is in the very idea of you recifuckingprocating!” A beat. “Reciprofuckingcating?”

“Do you really have to use F-bombs so gratuitously?” Makoto asked.

“Out of all the ways of relieving my frustration, this is the one least likely to get me in trouble,” Akechi replied.

“I think I read an article about that some time ago,” Makoto replied. “It claimed that the effectiveness of that is inversely proportional to frequency of cussing in day-to-day conversation.”

After a beat, Akechi replied: “Well, I’ll be darned.”

“Alright,” Akira said, “let’s take three steps back. I need to explain myself.” He gestured at the couch. “Sit down, please. Both of you.”

Makoto sat down on the couch, by his side. Akechi took a chair that stood next to the desk and placed himself opposite the two.

“Okay, so,” Akira started, “I assumed that the whole lighthearted wink-wink-nudge-nudge tone would be a good way to ease you into the idea.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Boy, did it backfire. Let’s try this again: I want to go on a date with you, Goro.”

“You are a fucking idiot.”

“We’re going in circles,” Makoto rolled her eyes. “Can you make that point without insulting him, for a change?”

Akechi took a deep breath. “Okay then: I vehemently disagree with your judgment on the topic.”

“And why is that?” Akira asked.

With Makoto still staring daggers at him, Akechi replied: “Because I screwed over both you and people you care about.”

“I’ll talk with the others about this,” Akira replied. “And I’ve already spoken with Futaba and Haru before asking you out. They are willing to let this slide, but they also declared they’d avenge me if you hurt me in any way.”

“That explains the text messages I got from Haru earlier,” Akechi commented. “I think I’d make poor fertilizer, but she’s the gardener, who am I to argue?”

“Still,” Makoto joined the conversation, “putting aside everyone else’s potential reactions to this, there’s still a big leap from forgiving someone to asking them out.”

“I just think he’s fascinating,” Akira said, gesturing at Akechi. “I want to watch how he develops, blooms, how he’ll approach the new lease on life he’s gotten.” He glanced at Akechi. “Also, you’re hot, but I’d rather err on the side of non-creepiness so I won’t go into detail.”

Akechi responded with something between a sigh and a groan.

“Don’t sigh-groan me there,” Akira protested. “You’re going to therapy, you’re looking for a job, you are picking up the pieces, trying to get your life in order. And in the back of my head, there’s still this nagging thought that if a few things have gone a bit differently, I wouldn’t have any moral high ground over you. Because Kamoshida, the piece of shit, would be pushing up daisies, for example. Look me in the eyes, please.”

After some hesitation, steel gray met reddish-brown.

“You are not unlovable, Goro. And I know things between us won’t be all sunshine and roses, but I’m willing to put in the work to improve it.” He dared to faintly smile. “And we both know you’re stubborn enough to do the same.”

There was a moment of silence. Akira and Akechi gazed into one another’s eyes, while Makoto decided to bite her tongue and watch the situation unfold.

Metaphorically, Akechi blinked first. “My answer remains unchanging.”

Akira opened his mouth.

“Now it’s my turn to monologue, so hush,” Akechi interrupted him, then glanced at Makoto. “Without raising my voice, I promise.” He got up from the chair and started pacing around the attic. “I kept complaining about your low standards, but those complaints were actually a symptom of the actual problem. One you’ve actually pointed out earlier, and only now it clicked – you might believe I’m not unlovable, but I don’t believe that.”

“So there’s an inherent power imbalance in any relationship you’d be in,” Makoto commented.

“Precisely.” Akechi pointed at Makoto. “So even if Niijima, or anyone else, propositioned me-”

“Do I look that desperate?” Makoto muttered.

“-it wouldn’t be any better, because the idea of me being a desirable partner for anyone, is beyond my comprehension. And you can argue I don’t deserve to not feel like that – or the opposite – but the facts are, this is how I feel right now, and in that state, any romantic relationship will end in a disaster.”

There was a period of silence, and then Makoto did a little golf clap. “Good job there, Akechi.”

“Aw, sod off,” he scowled.

“No, I-I really mean it,” she elaborated. “It was eloquent, polite, and got the point across. And considering your problems with talking about your feelings, it came out better than I expected. Seriously, good job.”

“Oh.” Akechi wasn’t expecting a genuine compliment. “Th-thanks.”

“That’s that then,” Akira got up from the couch. “The topic’s officially dropped, and I’m sorry for nagging you. And of course that doesn’t change your money status or anything.” He scowled. “Seriously, if I fall that low you might as well shoot me in the face again.”

“That didn’t discourage you the last time, did it?” Akechi quipped.

All three let out a chortle.

“Alright then,” Makoto turned to Akechi, “with that out of the way, could you go downstairs now? I want to speak with Akira in private.”

“Sure, no problem.” Akechi walked to the stairs, and as he took the first step back, he turned back to her. “Thank you, Niijima.”

“You can call me Makoto.”

“Okay then. Thank you, Makoto. Your assistance was appreciated,” he said, then marched downstairs.

“So, this is the part where I’m getting dressed down for being a creeper, isn’t it?” Akira remarked.

“Well, you’ve backed off in the end,” Makoto replied. “Also, we’ve been friends for months and I know you’re better than this, so I’m attributing all this to social ineptitude.” Beat. “Though it is kind of atypical for you, you’re usually more competent in these matters.”

“To be fair, most of my reputation as a social expert comes from lending an ear when people are venting,” Akira commented. “Turns out people like being listened to, who woulda thunk it?” He paused for a moment. “Since you’ve already been dragged into this: could I ask you for a favor?”

Makoto raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t the topic closed?”

“Well, romance-wise,” Akira reached for his wallet. “But I feel that Goro should socialize a bit more. I could pay you to spend some time with him.”

Makoto facepalmed with enough force to make her head hurt.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Put the goddamn wallet away,” she growled. “And me asking him out for a one-on-one hangout could be easily misinterpreted, and I’ve had enough hijinks for today.”

“I can tag along,” Akira offered, hiding his wallet. “We could go play darts, or bowl.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Maybe ask around, see who else could tolerate his presence.”

Akira produced his phone. “I’ll call a few folks.”

Sojiro noticed Akechi descending down the staircase. “How did it go?”

“With Makotoʼs help, I managed to successfully and firmly turn Akira down.”

“Good. You’re not actively malicious, but youʼre still a trainwreck,” Sojiro remarked, knowing that description was gentle enough by Akechiʼs standards. “Are you hungry?”

“I donʼt have enough money for a meal.”

“Donʼt be ridiculous, I’m not going to charge you,” Sojiro said, turning back to the stove. “By the way, are you openly out of the closet, or do I need to keep mum?”

Before Akechi could explain, his phone rang out with a snippet of free form jazz. “Excuse me a moment…” He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. There was no caller ID. “Hm.” He picked it up. “Hello?”

“I know who you are,” said a digitally obscured voice.

Akechi was unperturbed. “And a good afternoon to you too.”

“I know what you did.”

“Narrow it down, please.”

“I know everything. What you eat, where you sleep, what videos you watched last night instead of sleeping, and if you hurt him in any way-”

“I turned him down, Futaba,” Akechi interrupted her.

“…wot?”

“We talked about it and came to the conclusion that I’m not ready for a romantic relationship with anyone.”

“Oh.” After a pause and a quick click in the background, Futaba’s voice came out of the speaker: “…still, don’t hurt him or I’ll blow up your phone battery, you bastard.”

“Yes, yes, whatever,” he said, then hung up.

“I’m sorry about that,” Sojiro said, putting a plate of curry in front of him.

“Eh,” Akechi shrugged. “It’s cute how she cares about him.”

#shuake #persona 5 #fanfic #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #makoto niijima #sojiro sakura #is this how you post fanfics on tumbler?#persona 5 fanfic

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stygicniron · 3 years

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sorrowh asked:

🍟 , bianca !

Ask Meme: Fry Thief! -- @sorrowh

“Bianca!” Nico yelps, trying to grab the stolen fry out of his sister’s hand before quickly giving up and pulling the remaining fries close to his chest. It seems to be one of those facts of life that older siblings will take food from younger siblings, and Nico hates this fact of life. The only thing to do is to eat his remaining fries as fast as possible, and he takes a handful, stuffing them in his mouth.

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octaviasdread · 3 years

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any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

READ THE PLOT SUMMARY FIRST

The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

#CO posts #answered asks #asks #dark academia girls #dark academia recommendations #dark academia recs #dark academia women #dark academia movies #dark academia tv

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bulletnotestudies · 3 years

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Summer Reading Challenge - our historical fiction picks on the left, retellings on the right

for each prompt, we’re bringing 4 books into the spotlight, as well as giving you some additional recs because we simply couldn’t settle for just four great reads!

The Deep Blue Between by Ayesha Harruna Attah

After being displaced due to a raid by slavers (only mentioned) Hassana fights for a way to reunite with her twin Husseina, after experiencing dreams that let her have hope her sister is alive. The story is told from both points of view, following as they live life to the fullest, one in South America, the other in Africa, all the while trying to find their way back to each other. (blurb by our incredible Hannah @hannistudies) ---- > this read has: hope, self-discovery, culture collisions ! be sure to check the content warnings

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Every 10 years a village girl is picked to be sent to the Dragon, a magician who lives in a tall tower in exchange for his protection from the Wood, the dark forest that is slowly swallowing the land and the people who get too close. No one really knows what happens to the girls during the decade they spend with him, but they come back changed, unfitting for a life in the village and usually leave soon after. The next choosing is fast approaching, and Agnieszka fears her best friend Kasia will be the one, but instead, the Dragon picks her. (blurb by our incredible Hannah @hannistudies) ---- > this read has: folklore-rooted fantasy, high stakes, vivid worldbuilding ! be sure to check the content warnings

The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

One Life to One Dawn. In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, each dawn brings heartache to a new family. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, is a monster. Each night he takes a new bride only to have a silk cord wrapped around her throat come morning. In an act of revenge to change his pattern of violence, Shahrzad volunteers to marry the caliph. You've read the original, now settle in with this fresh, yet still cruel new look at the A Thousand and One Nights. The first book in a series of novels and short stories. ---- > this read has: magic, romance, captivating storytelling ! be sure to check content warnings

The Fountains of Silence by Ruta Sepetys

A portrait of love, silence, and secrets under a Spanish dictatorship. Madrid, 1957. Under the fascist dictatorship of General Francisco Franco, Spain is hiding a dark secret. Follow Daniel, a young Spanish-American photographer stuck in the hot summer sun, looking to make his way in the world, and Ana, whose secrets are tied to the city’s darker secrets, as lives and hearts collide. A captivating narrative about identity, unforgettable love, repercussions of war, and the hidden violence of silence. (blurb by our lovely Kenny @coffeecupstudyblr) ---- > this read has: romance, politics, intrigue

More recs under the cut:

Retellings: • Cinderella is Dead by K. Bayron • Troy by S. Fry • Circe by M. Miller • The Song of Achilles by M. Miller • Lovely War by J. Berry • These Violent Delights by C. Gong

Historical fiction: • The Midnight Bargain by C.L. Polk • The Book Thief by M. Zusak • Salt to the Sea by R. Sepetys • All The Light We Cannot See by A. Doerr • The Montague Siblings series by M. Lee • A Thousand Splendid Suns by K. Hosseini

#studyblr w/knives reading challenge #prompt: retelling or historical fiction #studyblr #bookblr #book rec #bookish #stuhde #myhoneststudyblr #sonderstudy #jeonchemstudy #studyvan #serendistudy #usercossette #medustudies #athenastudying #sabrinas posts #heyharri #fluencylevelfrench

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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years

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The RotBTD+ Gang Plays DnD! (Feat. my ships, sorry not sorry XD)

So highkey I’ve actually been wanting to do a “The Gang Plays DnD” type post for AGES now, but then I saw @hobie-brown and @ohlooksheswriting-wips do DnD AU posts for RotBTD, and then I was like “Ah shit, I really should finish mine, eh?” So thank you to both of you for inspiring me to get off my ass and actually write the post!!!

Hiccup DMs. He comes up with this super complex plot revolving around dragons (because of course) where the party has to dismantle this society ruled by evil knights who want to genocide all of the dragons. Imagine his chagrin when the party wants to do nothing but fuck around in towns and aggravate NPCs 90% of the time.

They usually end up playing at Jack’s apartment, mainly because Hiccup’s dad doesn’t really want a bunch of loud nerds yelling about 20-sided dice in his household while he’s trying to work, if he can at all help it. Jack’s sister regularly barges into their living room and roasts the fuck out of Jack and his friends for being such damn nerds and eats all of their DnD snacks they’ve set out. If they’re in the middle of a combat session, she always gleefully proclaims that they’re all going to die. While Jack is annoyed by this, the rest of the party finds it deeply hilarious.

Jack Overland plays the absolute mayhem warlock Jack Frost, who got his powers through making a deal with the archfey Prince of Frost and has absolutely no qualms about being an evil god’s mortal Sower of Chaos. He spends the vast majority of the campaign doing such useful things as creating ice slicks under annoying NPCs and freezing people’s drinks. He also plays a Tiefling because absolutely no one can talk this boy out of playing the creepy demon race.

Rapunzel plays a woodland nymph druid who is also the party healer (because of course she is). Her name is probably Sunlily or something else suitably hippie-esque. Whenever there’s downtime (or whenever the rest of the party is also dicking around, and she can get away with it), Rapunzel likes to go into the nearest forest and pick the best berries and nuts for the rest of the party. She also loves baking fruit pies and cooking the best nymph food for her companions when given the chance. Definitely the party Cinnamon Roll (every party has one!). She often will turn into cute animals to distract the guards while the party infiltrates a building.

Merida’s character is the party archer and general ranged weapon master, as well as a raging lesbian. Hiccup learns very quickly that any male NPC who tries to flirt with her will very quickly get impaled with an arrow. She can’t ever decide if she wants to be a ranger or a rogue, so she multiclasses in both for flare. She also plays a Tiefling, and continually insists that her character is both scarier and sexier than Jack’s. In combat, she either Leeroy Jenkins her way in with a sword and just starts slashing every which way, or just shoots 90% of the enemies with arrows before the fight even starts. There’s really no in between. She can get away with this because she’s highkey one of the party tanks, and consistently deals a shitton of damage.

Anna plays a human bard, basically having read over the class options and going “Wait, in this one I get to make stylish medieval music??? And wear dramatic and garish outfits and a dumb hat??? And cast wacky illusion spells??? And do silly little magic tricks??? And INSPIRE EVERYONE??? Hell yeah, I’m in!!!” She mostly uses magic attacks in combat (definitely favors Tasha’s Hideous Laughter), but occasionally when she’s out of spell slots she’ll just take to slamming enemies in the face with her lute. She also has WAY too much fun with Vicious Mockery, let’s be real.

Elsa, upon hearing Jack’s character concept, rolls her eyes so far up in her head she can see her damn brain, and vows to play his concept, but serious–solely out of spite. She rolls up a super OP elf Chaos Sorcerer, filled with lots of brooding angst about how uncontrollable her winter powers can get if she isn’t careful. She combines it a bit with Storm Sorcerer so she can create literal blizzards, and Hiccup ends up allowing it just because he thinks it’s cool. Although Elsa’s character is undoubtedly aggravated by the rest of the party’s antics, she starts becoming grudgingly protective of these idiots and can deal some pretty crazy damage when her companions are threatened. She also contains one of the party’s only brain cells.

Eugene of course plays dashing rogue master thief Flynn Rider. Although his high deception and lockpicking skills certainly come in handy, he’s the most chaotic neutral fucker you’ve ever met and will take any excuse to rob NPCs blind or cheat them out of every cent they have in a tavern card game. It’s nigh impossible to get him to cooperate with the rest of the party much of the time, and often Elsa’s character has to either bribe him with some of her family’s gold or threaten to freeze him to stop him backstabbing one or more party members. Eugene’s character forces Hiccup to add in many more heist plotlines than he originally intended. This delights Eugene immensely, and sometimes he goes a bit crazy planning elaborate heists.

Moana plays a sorcerer water genasi. She can control any body of water, but she has a special affinity for controlling saltwater (i.e. the ocean lol). She also requests an animal handling bonus, but only with marine animals, solely because she thought it would be funny. She’s also an ex-pirate who robbed a lot of wealthy merchant ships and freed their slaves back in the day, which Merida thinks is incredibly badass. Moana tends to get bored and unengaged when there are no bodies of water to play around with, so Hiccup ends up having to add a lot more lakes, rivers, and oceans to the campaign than he originally planned on. Moana also takes a sailing skill, and thus the party often ends up traveling by boat. Typically Eugene and Rapunzel will infiltrate and hijack it, and Moana will sail it. Moana probably contains the party’s only other brain cell.

Astrid plays a gigantic berserker orc barbarian who is never without his trusty axe. Astrid is hands down the party’s top tank, and unquestionably deals the most damage every combat session. Much like Merida’s character, Astrid’s character is absolutely a shameless power fantasy. Hiccup pretty easily picks up on this, but is too polite to say anything about it. Jack also picks up on this, but is hardly as courteous as their DM, and teases Astrid mercilessly. Astrid is not amused.

Rapunzel requests that her weapon of choice be a frying pan, her justification being that her character found a discarded one at the edge of a human village outside her woods and mistaked it for a highly-dangerous human weapon. Hiccup is like “…you know what? Fuck it” and rolls up stats for a goddamn frying pan. Jack has nigh-endless admiration for Rapunzel for choosing such a goddamn memey, absurd, yet oddly effective weapon and it definitely makes the poor boy even more smitten with her than he already is.

Eugene and Merida have a bet going on who can sleep with more sexy barmaids. Merida is currently winning, much to Eugene’s chagrin. She’s not even inherently better at seducing NPCs, she and Eugene have the same charisma stat–she just consistently rolls better than Eugene. Eugene is incredibly salty about this.

Anna and Elsa want to be sisters in-game as well, but neither want to change their race–so Anna decides her character was adopted. Hiccup and the rest of the party go along with it, mainly because there’s something deeply hilarious about a regular human bard being adopted and raised by a family of high-powered elf ice mages.

Astrid is absolutely the sort of player who tends to get bored and restless outside of fights, and tends to fidget and twiddle her thumbs waiting for the next combat session. Jack picks up on this, and purposely does more roleplay for longer just to piss her off. He’s also just a very dramatic fucker and highkey loves roleplay.

When she’s not causing mayhem around the town or sleeping with hot women, Merida tries to entertain Astrid between combat sessions by offering to spar with her. Unfortunately, this does not usually end well for poor Merida, as even the most hardcore and badass of tieflings is prone to getting dumpstered by an 8-foot-tall barbarian orc with an axe. Astrid is, nonetheless, grateful to have someone to fight.

Rapunzel, Elsa, and Moana will humor Hiccup and attempt to actually play the main plot. Meanwhile, Jack, Merida, and Eugene are a DM’s worst nightmare. They constantly derail the damn campaign to fuck around, cause mayhem, and do inane shenanigans in every. Damn. Town. They go to. Anna is kind of a wildcard–she’ll typically go with whatever group looks like they’re going to be doing something more interesting. Astrid will go along with whichever group is more likely to get into a fight–which, often as not, is Jack and his posse of terrible Chaotic Neutrals (who have definitely pissed off a number of NPCs into attacking them).

As the campaign goes on, Elsa and Eugene become the beleaguered Party Mom and Dad. Both are quite aggravated by this–especially poor Eugene, who just wanted to play a morally-gray charming rogue who stole everything and got away with it and then accidentally ended up caring about these idiots he got stuck with.

Anna initially joins the campaign because she has a planet-size crush on Hiccup, and inevitably is the one who dragged Elsa into it too. Being the hopeless romantic that she is, Anna writes a love interest into her backstory. Hiccup eventually has the party run into said love interest, and Anna is overjoyed. He starts flirting with her as the love interest, and it’s easily the best 30 minutes of Anna’s life.

Moana and Elsa also give Hiccup pretty detailed backstories, and he works in little subplots for them. Moana gets to bring water back to a dying part of the jungle in the middle of a draught, while Elsa gets to go on a whole sidequest to explore her family history and how they came to be sorcerers.

Jack, Merida, and Eugene also give Hiccup fairly elaborate backstories, but Jack’s and Merida’s are like 99% memes and Dumb Shit. Hiccup tries to give all of them backstory-related plot hooks, but inevitably any hooks he provides are either stabbed, robbed, or frozen. Honestly any plot hook offered to these 3 will be all but spat in the face of and tossed off a cliff.

The one relevant part of Eugene’s backstory is that he and Rapunzel decide they used to be partners in crime before the campaign started. Rapunzel would infiltrate and scout out places he wanted to rob as small, unobtrusive animals (her preferred Wild Shape is a chameleon) and later distract the guards as a bunny or kitten while he went in and took every gold coin in sight. In return, Flynn Rider would bribe builders to not develop into Sunlily’s forest. Rapunzel and Eugene partly came up with this For Funsies, but also it was Rapunzel’s sneaky way of tricking Eugene into having prior connections in the party so he’d be less likely to betray them. It works pretty well–although the entire party is protective of Cinnamon Roll Sunlily, Flynn is certainly especially protective of her.

Astrid does the absolute bare minimum as far as backstories go. She is literally just here to smash stuff, slice people, and beat some fuckers up.

Rapunzel has a backstory, but she’s typically so invested in the main plot and the other party members that Hiccup rarely needs to bring it in to keep her engaged. She’s highkey the party emotional rock, and probably the only one keeping them all together.

On that note, Rapunzel’s character is the ONLY one who can get Jack’s character to take the plot even REMOTELY seriously. Like he’ll be dicking around in the nearest tavern challenging the nearest orc to a drinking game, and Rapunzel will come in and ask him to help them on a Main Plot Quest. And he’ll be like “come onnnnn I’m having funnn” and she’ll be like “Jack pleeeeeease?” and you just. Can’t resist Sunlily’s puppy dog eyes. At all. Also, whenever Sunlily is genuinely threatened, any silliness immediately goes out the window and Jack Frost is OUT FOR BLOOD.

For better or for worse, Rapunzel is not immune to being looped into Jack’s shenanigans. Occasionally if either Merida or Eugene have a particularly hare-brained scheme she’ll go along with it, but by and large Jack is the most successful in convincing her to temporarily abandon the plot and cause mild mischief with him. They once wasted half a session creating an elaborate “ice theme park” for some squirrels in the forest.

Hiccup tries to get Merida to play the main plot by eventually having there be no more sexy female NPCs to seduce in the towns they go to. Unfortunately, this backfires–Merida just hooks up with Moana’s character instead. When asked to roll for how good the lay is, Merida gets a nat 20–and thus her character and Moana’s character end up hooking up regularly throughout the rest of the campaign.

Hiccup introduces a few Wise Old Mentor-type NPCs to guide the party throughout the campaign. While Rapunzel, Elsa, Moana, and Anna actually try to listen to them and take their advice, Merida, Jack, and Eugene absolutely refuse to take them seriously and mercilessly play pranks on them.

At one point, Hiccup gives the party the option to attempt to tame a group of wild dragons and use them as mounts. They all have to make animal handling checks. Anna, Rapunzel, Elsa, and Moana pass. The rest of the party fails, with Jack and Eugene crit-failing. Hilarity ensues.

Hiccup ends up bringing back Anna’s backstory love interest as an NPC regular. Anna thinks he’s just being a good friend and a good DM and trying to incorporate her backstory as much as he can, but really, he just wants an excuse to regularly flirt with her. He hardly has the balls to out-of-game.

Merida comes out as gay toward the end of the campaign. Everyone in the group is extremely supportive, of course, but everyone is also like “Merida…with the amount of barmaids you’ve banged…and the amount of times you and Moana’s character hooked up…this isn’t exactly surprising.”

Hiccup actually finds a way to use Jack and Elsa’s same-concept-opposite-execution characters to the plot’s advantage. He decides one of the main villains will have a prophecy saying he’ll be taken down by a powerful ice mage. The party manages to fool this guy into thinking this ice mage is Jack, and sends Jack to fight him. As soon as the villain sees Jack, he’s like “WHAT??? THIS clown???” (word has absolutely spread throughout the land of Jack not using his ice powers for anything besides mildly annoying trolling). Naturally, the bad guy lets his guard down after thinking he’s going to fight this literal joke, and then Elsa crashes in from the side and absolutely dumpsters him.

Jack tries to defeat the final boss by just annoying him so much that he leaves. Unfortunately, he just annoys him so much that he attacks Rapunzel’s character. Jack’s just like “oh HELL no” and attacks with absolutely nothing held back. Turns out he’s pretty terrifying when he’s not using his magic for Dumb Antics.

During the final boss of the campaign, the Big Bad tries to one-shot Moana’s character, and Merida’s character super theatrically jumps in front of her to take the blow instead. Rapunzel just barely manages to heal Merida’s character, but it’s a really close call. During all this, Merida is like “ah shit...maybe I’m NOT just in this to get fantasy-laid.” After the fight’s over, her and Moana’s characters have a big dramatic love confession and share a Big Damn Kiss in front of everyone. It’s pretty epic.

After the final session of the campaign, Merida drags Moana outside Jack’s apartment and sputters and trips over her words for a solid minute before she finally gets out that through all this nonsense...well...maybe it’s not just in the game that she thinks Moana is hot. Moana just gets this HUGE grin on her face and says “c’mere, Leeroy Jenkins” and just pulls Merida in and kisses her. Cue the rest of the party barging in on them. Merida and Moana freeze, and there’s a moment of terrified silence...and then the entire party starts cheering them on like “took you long enough!”

The entire rest of the party could detect the sexual tension. Literally all of them.

But Eugene is like “HA, THIS MEANS IF WE DO A SEQUEL CAMPAIGN I’M WINNING THAT BET! BECAUSE YOU’RE GONNA BE DATING MO’S CHAR AND THUS NOT ABLE TO SLEEP WITH ANY MORE BARMAIDS!”

By the epilogue session, Jack and Rapunzel are dating. Merida and Moana are also dating. Hiccup and Anna STILL haven’t figured out why they’re so prone to spending half the session flirting when Anna’s love interest shows up, and Hiccup STILL hasn’t figured out why he likes to have Anna’s love interest show up so often. Bless their souls. Maybe they’ll figure it out next campaign...?

Damn I actually really like this...maybe if people like it I’ll do some incorrect quotes or a drabble or something??? Or maybe some HCs from next campaign???

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sketchyallstar · 3 years

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Massive Doodle Dump Time!

We are at max capacity for pics here folks! I’ve been drawing a bit more lately and these are the miscellaneous doodles I’ve been most proud of. Explanations under the cut!

I wanted to try drawing my Owl House OC, Topaz, in the show’s art style. You decide how well I did at that.

My Hazbin Hotel OC, Verity Rathbone. I was inspired by this Cody Fry song called Flying, it just makes me think of her story.

I was feeling nostalgic so I doodled characters from the Barbie Fairytopia movies. Dandelion and Elina are in love, Azura and Dahlia are exes who still like each other a lot, Nori is a bisexual mermaid queen, I just love everything about those movies. I also found out the two random mermaid barbies that me and my sister had actually had names, so I drew stylized interpretations of the doll designs. My doll was Merissa and my sister’s was Shella, if you were wondering.

This page has my Marvel OC, Phantom Fox, as well as design ideas for a magical girl team based on mythical creatures. I might post more about both character concepts at a later time.

I absolutely adore Slime Rancher, I just wish I had a computer powerful enough to run it! I haven’t played but I’ve seen other people play, so I of course made an OC. She’s a Slime Historian researching the history of the Far Far Range and the Glass Desert. She keeps a Tarr Slime in a hard light container, it’s kinda like her pet. Also on the page are more sketches for the magical girls, just their tiara/helmet things. Still working on the outfits.

Was watching a Drawing Wiff Waffles video and I decided to draw along with her three marker challenge! I drew three markers of my own at random, and the color palette made me wanna draw something summer-y and I just felt like drawing that pose in the moment, so that’s what I got!

After watching James’s Gunn’s The Suicide Squad I felt inspired to finally make a DC comics OC. I might make a post just about her, but the basics is that I loved the superhero name Phantom Fox I had come up with for my Marvel OC and came up with an alternate power set and origin story to use the name with. To not confuse things however, I’ll call the Marvel OC Phantom Fox and the DC OC Vulpecula, because it’s the fox constellation and she’s got witch powers and fairy magic but she’s also a thief, like a fox.

I wanted to draw my Nettlewood Fam so I dedicated half of a spread to them. I also doodled my Minecraftsona, as well as Vulpecula and Phantom Fox coming face to face.

My main Pixie Hollow OC, Valora, the Dream-Walking Talent fairy. Hers is the first talent of its kind, it’s a subset of the Problem-Solving Talent which in of itself is a subset of the Helper Talent. When she sleeps at night she enters the dreams of fairies and helps them through nightmares or stress dreams. It tires her out like she doesn’t sleep at all so she takes frequent naps throughout the day and looks generally very sleepy. Valora’s favorite food is Dulcie’s famous Poppy Puff Rolls.

Saw an image of Doc Ock from the No Way Home teaser that I felt like redrawing, and then I felt like drawing Jumper, my Spidersona, since in her universe she’s the biological daughter of Doctor Otto Octavius given away at birth and adopted by another family.

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rinkunokoisuru · 4 years

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I don’t normally write fan fics, not to mention actually share them, so I’m super nervous, but whatever, here we go This is based on the comic by @horrendoushag because I saw @lexosaurus‘s tags. Also some inspiration from some other fics seeing as I’ve read a lot of them.

Danny paused his game of Doomed and slid his over-sized set of headphones to his neck with a sigh at the knock on the door. He wasn't expecting Sam or Tucker to come over, and he knew that Jazz was at the library working on her thesis, so that really only left one or both of his parents as the one responsible. He swung his chair slightly towards the door as the knocking continued. "Yeah?" Danny called, voice raised. "Danny, can we come in? We need to talk with you." As suspected, it was his parents. Yes he'd forgotten to clean the lab again, and yes he'd only barely passed most of his classes, but this wasn't anything new for him. Besides, classes had only just ended for the semester, so it was unlikely that that was what they wanted to talk about since report cards hadn't even been sent home yet. Mentally preparing himself, he decided that he'd just have to let them come in and talk his way out of whatever it was they had to say or just accept the in-coming grounding. "Uh. Yeah, I guess." His mother opened the door and stepped to the side to allow his father space to enter the room.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Danny asked nervously. Maddie's lips were pulled tight and if the hood of her hazmat suit had been pulled back, Danny was sure the fire in her eyes would have been enough to make him shrink even further into his seat. Glancing towards his dad's more expressive face in hopes that he had just misinterpreted, Danny could see that he was just upset as his mother, though with a hint of confusion mixed in as well. "Would you care to explain this, young man?" She held up her phone for Danny to see the screen. From where he was sitting, he couldn't really see what the fuss was about. "It's, uh, twitter?" he shrugged before crossing his arms. "Danny-boy," his father stated sternly. "Alright, alright. Let me see," he grabbed for the phone. As he browsed through what his mother had passed to him, Danny felt his stomach flop in a mix of fear and embarrassment. "Well, Danny?" she tapped her foot impatiently. "What's all this about you dating that menace, Phantom?" Danny winced and sunk further into his chair. He never expected his parents would go on twitter in the first place, let alone find his profile. Phantom had had his own twitter profile for only a week before he'd been assaulted by people claiming ghosts weren't real, that they were his biggest fans, that he was scum that needed to be eradicated, people asking if he would date them, and other uncomfortable comments. Danny had learned to either ignore them or play along and quickly became known for his shitposts. The fact that he was dating himself had started as just a joke with Sam and Tucker to try to aggravate Wes, it had been inconceivable at the time that his parents would ever find those tweets. Yet here they were. "I can explain?" He could not explain. "Well let's hear it then, Danny," his mom replied, raising an eyebrow. The impatient foot tapping continued as he stared at the bedroom floor. He brought his hand up to rub at his neck, a nervous habit of his, as he wracked his brain for an excuse. The uncomfortable silence dragged on for what felt like hours to Danny, though was only about a minute before his dad broke it. "Danny," Jack soothed, placing his sizable hand on his son's significantly smaller shoulder, "we understand that you're getting older and starting to make a lot of your own decisions, but your mother and I are worried about you. It just isn't safe to spend so much time around such a dangerous ghost." "Phantom isn't dangerous." "I know Phantom is very popular with kids your age, but he is dangerous. He pretends to protect the town, but who knows what he could do if he decided to stop faking it," Maddie added. Danny jerked away from his father's hold and jumped out of his chair, only barely able to stop his eyes from glowing an unnatural ectoplasmic green. "No! Jazz and I keep telling you! Phantom doesn't pose a threat to humans." Jack narrowed his eyes with skepticism, and Danny was sure his mother was doing the same beneath her goggles. Letting out an exasperated huff, Danny continued, "You guys are too caught up in your 'research' to even consider that a ghost could be good. When was the last time you even talked with a ghost?" "Danny..." his mother started. Both of his parents had heard this same argument from Jazz plenty of times by now. "No, listen. You never listen. Phantom isn't going to hurt me!" "You can't know that." "Yes! I can!" "And how is that!" Maddie's lips impossibly pressed even thinner, her whole stance becoming more aggressive. "Because I'm Phantom!" His parents seemed to deflate at this outburst. As soon as he realized what he'd said, his hands flew to his mouth and he allowed the cold rush of invisibility to run over him. ---- It had been two weeks now since Danny had accidentally revealed to his parents that he and Phantom were one and the same. While the experience had been less than pleasant at the time, in hindsight it had been a pretty stupid way for his secret alter ego to come out. Jazz had come home not long after the confrontation. When she found out what had happened, she had some words of her own and stormed out to find Danny. As soon he returned safely, the whole family sat down to have a civil discussion about the news that Danny had been half ghost for almost two full years before they found out. To Danny's relief, his parent's had instantly accepted him, though that didn't stop them from feeling like they were at fault for what happened to him. Most of those two weeks since the outburst had been spent assuring his parents he was okay and that he didn't blame them. In fact he liked being part ghost. All things considered, things went much better than he thought they ever would have. Though that didn't stop things from being a little awkward when it came to Danny using his powers. ---- Danny and his friends slid into their usual booth at the Nasty Burger, Sam making sure to sit as far from the trays with meat as she could lest her stomach turn at the smell. Tucker lifted his Nasty burger and took a large whiff before shoving it into his mouth. "Sho how are your parentsh adjushting to you being Phantom?" "Please swallow your food before talking, Tucker," Sam rolled her eyes. Danny picked up one of his french fries and mindlessly dipped it into his ketchup. "I think they're doing alright. I'm still kind of hesitant to transform in front of them though." "I understand that. You basically lied to them for the past two years. It's going to take time for them to be completely comfortable with your ghost half," Sam said, picking at her slightly wilted salad. "Ugh, you sound like Jazz," Danny groaned, tossing his uneaten fry back onto the tray. "I know it's going to take time for them to get used to it." "They did say they want to support you, dude," Tucker gulped down the rest of the greasy burger. "Maybe you just need to expose them to a little more of your ghostly side," he wiggled his fingers for emphasis before pilfering some of Danny's fries, "Just use your powers around the house more often, man. Think of all the things you can do without worrying about getting caught now!" Danny glared briefly at the fry thief before turning back to his food with a sigh. "Maybe you have a point, Tuck." "Of course I do." "Maybe talk to Jazz about this plan first, just in case." "Better point," Danny replied before smacking Tucker's wandering hand away from his food once again. "Ouch! You weren't even eating those!" "They're still my fries." For the rest of their lunch, the group of teens mostly chatted about what movies they were looking forward to, which ghosts had been most annoying lately, and what other plans they had for their summer vacation. Eventually though, the trio had to go their separate ways. Sam's mother had plans to drag her daughter to some sort of benefit for the umpteenth time and Tucker had promised a group of his online friends that he'd help them out in some new game they were playing, so Danny waved goodbye and headed home by himself. It wasn't long before he'd arrived at his own doorstep and made his way upstairs. Danny considered dropping into bed and taking a nap before some ghost inevitably dropped in, but found himself wandering over to Jazz's room instead. Seeing the door was ajar, he quietly rapped on the door frame until his sister looked up from whatever she was working on. "What's up, Danny?" Jazz asked, a small smile on her face as she scooted her chair away from her desk so she could look at her brother while they spoke. He shuffled into the room and leaned against the wall. It took hardly any time for Danny to explain what he had discussed with Sam and Tucker, leaving Jazz looking pensive. "It actually seems like a pretty good idea to me," she finally said. "I think it might be good for all three of you. Especially since Mom and Dad aren't trying to shoot you anymore," she smirked. Danny let go of the tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thanks, Jazz." "No problem, little brother," she smiled gently. Danny sent back a small smile of his own and left the room, allowing Jazz to return to her work. --- "Danny?" "Yeah, Mom?" he called from the living room. "Can you help me with dinner, sweetie?" Rather than gather the energy to stand from his relaxed position on the couch, Danny tucked his phone into his pocket and allowed the cold feeling at his core to overtake him. There was a bright flash of light and suddenly where there had sat the blue-eyed, black-haired Fenton, was instead the blindingly bright white hair and toxic green eyes of his Phantom form. Now was as good a time as any to start using his powers around his parents more often. He let the weightlessness that came more naturally in his ghost form take over and lazily floated into the kitchen. "What did you need help with?" his voice echoed ominously. His mother jolted in surprise before once again composing herself. "I was just hoping you could reheat the leftover mashed potatoes to go with dinner," she started hesitantly. "I'm not interrupting a fight with a ghost, am I?" "Hm? Nah," he replied. "A-alright then." Danny hovered on over to the refrigerator and stuck the entire front half of his body inside. He soon emerged with the cold bowl of potatoes and popped them into the microwave. At least they were less likely to come to life since they'd only been in there a day or so. Maddie watched her son flit about the kitchen like this was the most normal thing in the world. She absent-mindedly cleaned up the mess from preparing the night's meatloaf and supposed that for Danny, it probably was the norm. If he'd been half-ghost for nearly two years, then it would be sillier to expect him not to use his powers from time to time. "So how long until the meatloaf is done?" Danny questioned. The microwave was still running, but rather than continue to float in various places around the room, he had instead elected to change back into his human form and play around on his phone. "Just a few more minutes." "Awesome." They settled into a comfortable silence, Danny tapping away at a game on his phone and Maddie putting the finishing touches on the sides for their dinner. The quiet was only interrupted when the shrieking of the microwave alerted them that the potatoes were hopefully done reheating. "Danny, go get your father for dinner," Maddie said as she went to take the meatloaf out of the oven. "Okay," Danny replied without even looking up from his phone. In an instant, Danny Fenton had once again been replaced by Danny Phantom. Maddie stared in wide-eyed confusion as her son bent down onto the kitchen floor and stuck his head into the basement below. Jack happened to be looking up at the clock when he saw a shock of glowing, white hair sink through the ceiling. He felt his jaw drop as his the rest of Danny's head followed. There was a moment where they stared at each other, neither saying anything. "Dinner's ready," Danny finally relayed. Jack managed to shake himself out of his stupor. "Great! Thanks, Danny-boy!" The ghostly head of his son retreated back through the ceiling. It was going to be a while before Jack and Maddie could be completely comfortable around their son in ghost form, but at least Danny got to be a little shit in the process.

#danny phantom #fan fiction #fan fic #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #uh...#idk #how do tag fics?#identity reveal #this is stupid #sharing my writing is scary lol

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“The Sandman” Netflix Series Adds to Cast

Netflix’s The Sandman adaptation has added to the cast.

Kirby Howell-Baptiste will portray Death, Dream’s wiser sister.

Mason Alexander Park will portray Desire, Dream’s sibling and desire personified.

Donna Preston will portray Despair, Dream’s sister and Desire’s twin.

Jenna Coleman will portray Johanna Constantine, exorcist and occult adventuress for hire.

Niamh Walsh will portray young Ethel Cripps, a young woman seeking to survive.

Joely Richardson will portray Ethel Cripps, master thief with a thousand identities.

David Thewlis will portray John Dee, Ethel’s dangerous, insane son who’s on a quest for truth.

Kyo Ra will portray Rose Walker, a woman searching for her missing brother who discovers a connection to Dream.

Razane Jammal will portray Lyta Hall, Rose’s friend and travel companion. Lyta is also a young widow mourning her husband Hector.

Sandra James Young will portray Unity Kincaid, an heiress and Rose’s mysterious benefactor.

Stephen Fry will portray Gilbert, Rose’s protector.

Patton Oswalt will voice Matthew the Raven, Dream’s emissary.

The newly announced cast members join the previously cast Tom Sturridge (Dream), Gwendolyn Christie (Lucifer), Sanjeev Bhaskar (Cain), Amid Chaudry (Abel), Charles Dance (Roderick Burgess), Vivienne Acheampong (Lucienne), and Boyd Holbrook (The Corinthian).

Check out Neil Gaiman’s blog post about the newly announced cast and characters here.

(Image via Netflix)

#sandman #netflix #neil gaiman #kirby howell baptiste #mason alexander park #donna preston #jenna coleman #niamh walsh #joely richardson #david thewlis #kyo ra #razane jammal #sandra james young #stephen fry #patton oswalt #TGCLiz

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Leverage: The Girls’ Night Out/Boys’ Night Out Jobs

Random “read more” cut after a few lines because it gets long.

The Girls’ Night Out Job

Aw, I thought they’d bring Peggy along. --Ah! Maybe she’ll get involved after all.

Sophie’s outfit is great.

Parker is being a good friend, but awkwardly.

Tara and Sophie working together is-- <3 Perfection

Stolen/fake diplomatic ID: “Great for parking tickets.” I’m really enjoying the grifter banter.

She’s climbing the elevator cable in stilettos!?

Parker’s pride is on the line! (I forget which specific moment inspired this.)

“The Parker?” :D Parker’s famous! Well, of course she would be, among thieves.

The three of them planning and power-walking down this hallway--! Yesss.

Peggy is involved! With a frying pan! Aw yes.

2 minutes. C’mon, ladies of Leverage, save the day! --Yes! Evacuation!

(Hardison answers Sophie’s call while climbing a fence to get away from dogs) And weren’t they at a bar labeled “Mexican gang headquarters” earlier? ....What did poker night turn into??

Throw it out the window! And drink! I really do like Tara and Sophie’s approach to all this.

“I just play by a different set of rules” Yay Parker!

“Same is boring” Awwww Parker. :)

Aaaand Tara winds up with the hot thief guy! Nice touch.

The Boys’ Night Out Job

Aha, it’s the same night! So we will find out why they were in a gang HQ and climbing fences and stuff.

“And don’t say Maggie”-- I love this. They’re such a family by now and it’s great.

“Do not let him go off and sulk”--I love how Eliot is Deputy Nate Wrangler when Sophie’s out. Honestly, I love the dynamic between Eliot and Sophie. Sometimes it’s like she’s a much-older sister; sometimes it’s play-flirty (e.g. Rashoman Job flashbacks); sometimes, like this, it’s “you are the eldest child, keep the house from burning down while I’m out.” But it’s not quite any of those things. It’s just fun.

“Terrorism and peanut allergies don’t mix.” PFFFFT. Shelly is....intense, but goofy. I can see how he and Eliot are friends.

How’s Harley? (Hurley?) Oh! That guy! Rehab dude! The one who didn’t really understand why what he did was wrong. And this time he doesn’t even know--!

The argument about whether the church basement counts as holy ground is almost Monty Python-esque.

“This is the guy who helped me get clean and sober, which is kinda weird, since he’s kinda messed up himself”: Or, Nate Experiences the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known.

Nate is getting hugged way more than he’s OK with.

How did Eliot do that with the umbrella?!

“Sister Lupe!” (heartbroken) “....Sister Lupe.....”

Shelly and Bonnano roughhousing. Good to see everyone’s friends get along. Also, there is so much orange soda in that fridge, and you can see those words crossing Shelly’s mind.

Everyone is enjoying this, aren’t they? The actors, I mean. Irish mob boss guy seems to like this role.

“That’s your pep talk?” LOL “It’s a little rough.” Heh. And Eliot can’t do much more than that, because then “I’d be thinking about you and Parker, which I never do!” ...Huh. There’s some extra stress there, not just the exasperation/ anger I’d expect from “Nate’s missing and you’re worrying about relationship stuff!?” It’s more the “I don’t want to talk about this” kind of stress from when he’s talking about Moreau in the park in The Big Bang Job. Not as intense, but similar, that sense of holding something in. Would I notice it if I weren’t primed to look for OT3? Maybe not, but...I’m noticing now, anyway.

“Assertive”--heh. Oh dear . . . Eliot is now like c’mon, man.

Of course Nate would end up pretending to be a priest. In a way, I’m surprised it took this long.

Meanwhile, Eliot beats people up without ruining Hardison’s assertiveness. Eliot is sweet. (Note: got to go back and see if the bar was full of choked-out guys in the other episode and I just missed it somehow. Like Hardison apparently does.) --So, there’s no way the gang leader was that focused on Mr. Assertive that he missed Eliot taking out everyone else in the room behind him. Eliot’s look at him as they’re leaving is somewhere between “thanks for not saying anything” and “you better not say anything,” and it is great.

Sidenote: I am pretty sure that Hardison actually did not notice, but if he did, I’m pretty sure it’s having the same effect as Parker’s “remember that thing you did with your pretend friends? With the lights and I’m pretty sure there was magic? That was really cool”: It didn’t work, but the fact that Eliot thought it would work, works.

Church escape! How did Nate get to a car that fast?

....It’d be a helluva plot twist if she is a nun.

Eliot’s quest to bolster Hardison’s confidence continues. Assuming Hardison really has a tell, Eliot lost rock-paper-scissors on purpose. And at the line “dogs out back,” he realizes he miscalculated. --Still, he has to keep up the awkward distraction flirting! Which also isn’t going quite as planned: “ Do you want to touch my gun?” The awkwardness is briefly real (he didn’t expect that, and also Eliot doesn’t like guns).

Bonnano! And Shelly! Who is eating pizza. They clearly gave up on their weird friends ever returning with food lol.

....So wait, what happened to the cancer drugs? It looks like they arranged for the two gangs to be caught with those too, instead of giving them back to Sister Lupe. Hm.

Eliot winds up with “Sister Lupe”--of course. And Peggy ends up with Harley, who has a cat! Cute.

#Leverage #Leverage episode reviews #Leverage episode liveblogs #The Girls' Night Out Job #The Boys' Night Out Job #Eliot Spencer is actually sweet #Parker is famous #Hardison is being assertive #so it goes holy ground church basement holy ground? no

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Brothers best-friend.

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Synopsis: Y/N is Dean’s sister. George is Dean’s best friend. George has a crush on Y/N. Y/N has a crush on George...

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“What are they?” I lent over the couch and looked at the tickets in Dean’s hand.

“Golden ticket,” He flipped it over, “When we were filming 1917 George invented this for my birthday, it’s hidden someone and the person who finds it, either give it to the birthday boy or passes it to a friend,”

“What do you get if you find it?”

“You get to kiss the birthday boy,” He threw it on the couch beside him, “Don’t worry Y/N, you won’t have too, I’m sure June or Felicity will be hunting it all night,”

“They’re still after him are they?”

“Like bee’s to a hive,” I shuddered at the idea, “And they’re going to be all over him tonight.” He chuckled. “Any of your girls coming tonight?” By girls, I knew he meant the Facebook group Lennon and I with our friends Molly and Charlotte had created one night when we were drunk off tits, and now thousands of women across the world have joined it to talk boys, and issues women face,

“Nope, just Lennon,”

“Lennon’s coming?” I nodded my head, “You didn’t tell me that,”

“Didn’t think I needed too.” I laughed, “You know Dean… If you asked her out I’m sure she’d say yes,”

“Wouldn’t that be weird for you?”

“Would it make you happy?” Dean nodded, “Then that’s all I need.” I pushed off the couch to walk towards the stairs, stopping when I was at the bottom, “Hey Dean?”

“Yeah,”

“Just, don’t hurt Lennon okay, she really likes you…”

———————

“You told your brother I had a crush on him?” Lennon yelled at me as the music kicked in, we were still in my bedroom getting ready for the party when I’d told her about my confession to Dean. “Why would you do that?”

“Because he likes you too Len,”

“He what?”

“He. Likes. You. Too.” I spoke slowly, “He’s had a bloody crush on you the minute you stepped into our house when we were in second grade?”

“That was year’s ago,”

“Exactly, so how about tonight you two finally put me out of my misery, and talk about it.”

“You don’t mean talk do you?”

“No, but the idea of you two doing anything more than that really upsets my stomach and the mental pictures… I can’t.” Lennon cracked up, pushing me off the bed, I landed on the floor with a thud. “Hey,” Lennon rolled her eyes and rolled off, laying next to me.

“What about you and George?”

“Nothing’s going on,”

“So you’re going to forget what happened when they were filming?”

“For the tenth time, that was before I knew who he was and he was working with my brother.”

“But you guys did hook up,”

“Yes, and then when he showed up to set the next day it was extremely awkward,”

“But you still like him?”

“Does it matter? Besides he’s like… five years older than me,”

“He likes you Y/N!” She scoffed, “Beside’s ages is just a number,”

“Dean will never let anything happen,”

“Oh please, he can’t stop you.” She shrugged her shoulders, “And if he tries, I’ll distract him.”

“What if he’s just being friendly,”

“The way he basically strips you naked with his eyes every time he sees you tells me otherwise,”

“Lennon!” I gasped, “He does not.”

“Well, he will once he sees you tonight, that shirt, oh baby it’s just asking George’s hands to take it off,”

“Is it too much for a house party?” I looked down at the hot pink material covering my boobs, “I mean it is a halter top after all, and what if I’m the only girl this dressed up.”

“Baby girl, relax. You’re going to be fine.” She grabbed my hand. “Just breath,” I nodded, taking a deep breath, “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” We both stood from the ground off my bedroom and walked to the door, I grabbed the key and slipped it in my pocket, locking it behind me, Lennon raised her eyebrow at me, “I don’t want random’s having sex on my bed,”

“Fair enough,” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs, “See him?”

“No,”

“Y/N,” Someone called behind me, I turned seeing George walking towards me, “Ben and I have a question for you,” I smiled at my brother's friend Ben Hardy, who nodded in return,

“Sure what is it?”

“How was Heaven looking when you left it?”

“Really George,” the corners of his lips began to raise as he gave me a toothy smile, “It was fine,”

“Alway’s knew you were an Angel,” He pulled me into a hug laying a kiss in my hair,

“Happy Birthday,” I pulled away and moved back towards Lennon, “Have you seen my brother?”

“He was in the kitchen, do you want me to help you find him?” Behind George, I noticed Felicity and June, two of the girls who worked on 1917 making their way towards him,

“No, it’s okay,” I motioned behind him. “You look like you have some people to say hello too,” George turned to look behind him, nodding at the girls. “Have a good night George, and happy birthday again,” I went to grab Lennon’s hand to pull her off,

“Wait, Y/N.” George pulled me back to him, his lips quickly finding my ear, “Find me later, I miss hanging out with you,”

“Sure,” I pulled away again, “Now go say hello to your friends,” I smiled at him once again before going to Lennon’s side.

“Oh, he wants it bad,” She chuckled pulling my hand towards the kitchen where Dean was standing talking to some of their other friends. “What do I say to him?”

“I got you,” I walked up to Dean pulling Lennon behind me, smiling at the guys who turned to say hello to us,

“Dean, can you watch Lennon just while I go and find us a drink, there’s a guy here who won’t take no for an answer, and he’s being a creep,”

“Who is he?”

“Don’t worry about him, he’s drunk, can you just watch her while I get us a drink, please?”

“Course,” I pushed Lennon towards Dean who wrapped an arm around her waist, “You right Len?”

“Yeah, thanks Dean,”

“I’ll be back,”

“You gonna be right Y/N?” Dean called as I turned, I turned back, silently cursing my brother for being so caring.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, beside’s George was in the living room so if he gives me any grief I’ll grab him,” I smiled making a quick exit. As I was passing the pot plant mum had put by the front door I noticed a shining gold ticket poking out from behind it, as quickly as I could I reached down and picked it up, folding it so it fits into the pocket of my jeans.

The party went on, and on, Dean and Lennon had finally left the group to speak about things and had returned hand in hand, a giant smile on each of their faces, I had been calculating George’s every move and had managed to hide from him for the rest of the night, while still managing to have fun. George’s friend Ben had kept me company most of the night, and even taken some joy in playing hide and go seek from him, and before I knew it the house was empty and it was just Dean, Lennon, George, Ben and myself packing everything up.

“You guy’s really don’t have to help,” I called across the yard to George and Ben as they helped pick up red cups. “Dean and I can do it,”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, we’re more than happy to help, aren’t we George,”

“Yeah,” George called back throwing another cup into his garbage bag.

“I can’t believe no one found the Golden Ticket.” Dean laughed as he emptied one of the tubs of ice onto the back lawn. “Look’s like George will be going to bed lonely tonight after.”

“He’s been doing that for years. He should be used to it by now.” Ben laughed across the lawn to Dean, I looked over to George who was still collecting cups in a giant rubbish bag.

“You guy’s wanna finish this then go get the food? I can help George pick up the cups.” I called to Dean and Lennon. Dean cheered while Lennon kicked the last tub over with her foot.

“I’ll go tell George and Ben.” She bounced inside, I looked to Dean shaking my head.

“That’ll be a fun walk.” I laughed walking to him before helping him pick up the now emptied tub. “Let’s put them on the deck.” We picked them all up and carried them to the back deck. Lennon, George and Ben following behind her,

“Please get extra this time Len, I’m sick of this one stealing all my fries.” I glared at George who rolled his eyes.

“Y/N…” My eyes narrowed. “We both know out of anyone you’re the fry thief, but I agree with her Len. Please get extra… We don’t need a repeat of Y/N falling off the back of the lounge… As funny as it was.”

“Excuse me, it was you who fell off the lounge,” I cried throwing an empty cup at his head.

“On it,” Lennon raced down the steps. “C’mon guys.”

“Wish us luck.” Dean laughed as he and Ben chased after her. I picked up one of the black garbage bags and started to fill it with red cups.

“Still no sign of the ticket?” George asked as he picked up his own bag, beginning at the other side of the porch.

“No,” Liar, Liar, “Sorry,” Pants on fire.

“Not meant to be I guess.” Yeah,

“George.”

“Yeah Y/N?” He looked over to me.

“Nothing,” I turned around. Picking up another cup. “Forget it.”

“No what is it?” This is it Y/N. Time to be brave.

“I’m an idiot.” Great start there, “I am an idiot who created a Facebook group where every day I see women post their stories about how they got the guy, or how they were brave today. Fuck, they post it basically every five minutes, theres a new story about a girl getting the guy she’s wanted for years.” You can do this. “But creating that group isn’t the reason I’m an idiot. I am an idiot because I’m breaking Dean’s cardinal rule, one that I’ve been breaking for a while now, but if I don’t do this, then I’m not being brave. I’m not being one of those girls.” I pulled the ticket out.

“Took you long enough.”

“What?”

“Ben saw you slip it into your pocket.”

“George, I…”

“You what?”

“I don’t want you to do this because of the ticket… I want you to do it because you want too.”

“What took you so long Y/N?”

“You knew?’’ He shrugged his shoulders.

“I hoped.” What are you doing to me George, He pushed away from the railing and walked over to me, each step more determined than the last. “Now,” He reached me. I took a step back, he took one closer until my back was flush with the bannister “Tell me” One arm went to the right of me, the other to my left. He had me trapped.“Why now?”

“Because every time I see you I forget how to breathe,” My voice came out breathless. “And maybe doing this will fix that,”

“We can only try,” He leant in closer, lips brushing my cheek. “And then if it doesn’t work, try again,” The lightest touch from this man was enough to send shivers through my whole body. “Wanted to do this since I met you,” He whispered, lips brushing underneath my ear this time. “Didn’t care if you were Dean’s sister, just knew I liked you” I couldn’t speak, only focus on my breathing. “Now I finally get you, to myself,” He kissed my jawline gently. “Tell me you want me too.” He didn’t have time to finish. I’d reached my hand around his neck, pulling him to me, the rest of his words lost against my mouth as he kisses me gently. But this wasn’t a time for gentle, my hands gripped in his shirt, his wrapped around my waist. My left hand left his shirt, running up to his hair knotting in it, pulling it. He groaned, low in his throat and then he was kissing me harder, with a vehement urgent need that it’d never felt before. He’s kissing me once, twice, three times. He’s everywhere making my head spin. “Up.” He groans lips leaving mine for a fraction of a second. “Y/N.” He speaks again. I understand what he wants, and I jump. He catches me with ease. My butt is placed on the bannister and his lips are on my neck.

“George,” His hand held my face as he kissed my jaw. “George, we have to stop.”

“No.” He whispered in my ear bitting it. “Don’t wanna.”

“Dean,” God. Why am I trying to stop him? “Dean will be home soon. We have to clean.”

“Fuck cleaning,” He groaned biting the skin of my neck, “Don’t care about it right now.”

“Oh fuck it,” I whispered bringing his lips back to mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands gripping the skin of my waist tightly, keeping me steady, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“The fuck is going on here?” George and I stopped moving, my eyes snapping open at the sound of Dean’s voice. “You better not be kissing my sister, MacKay,” Dean raced up the porch steps, Lennon and Ben beside him,

“Dean, let it go,” Lennon grabbed his hand trying to pull him back, he flicked her off.

“My fucking sister,”

“Dean, I can explain,” I tried to move around George who held me steady,

“Don’t talk to me right now Y/N,” Dean shouted at me, I lowered my head, nodding. I knew Dean’s temper, and I knew when it was best not to mess with him.

“Don’t speak to her like that,” George shook his head, “It’s not her fault, just like it’s not your fault that you like Len,”

“Are you fucking serious, She’s a child, and you’re too old for her,”

“She’s a grown woman Dean, you’re the only one who keeps making her out to be a child.” George turned his body, keeping a protective stance between me and Dean. There was a silence for an unmistakable moment.

“Stop seeing her,”

“No,”

“What did you say?”

“I said no, Dean. I won’t stop seeing her, I’ve liked your sister since I first met her, BEFORE I knew she was your sister, and do you know how fucking irritating it is to pretend for months that I haven’t liked her? That she was nothing more than a friend?”

“What do you mean before?” Neither George or I answered, “What do you mean before?” He shouted,

“Dean, C’mon mate,” Ben tried, “Get your wallet, and let’s go.”

“No, not till they bloody tell me what’s happening.”

“They met before,” Lennon spoke for us when neither of us went to speak, “When Y/N and I arrived for the week when you were filming 1917, we went to that pub, and George was there with some of the other boys, you were doing that audition, and we started talking and they hit it off,”

“So you slept with her, and then didn’t tell me?”

“Nothing like that Dean,” George rolled his eyes, “Yeah, we met, and we kissed but you know what else, we talked, had a real conversation something I didn’t think was going to be possible, and then the bloody worst thing happened.” I grabbed George’s hand giving it a tight squeeze, “I walked onto set the next day and there you were ready to introduce me to your sister,”

“Dean…” I stopped as soon as he looked at me, I’d never seen him look so mad.

“You really like her?”

“Yeah mate, I do.” Dean pursed his lips and nodded his head,

“And you like him?”

“Yeah, I do Dean…A lot,”

“Then I suppose I can’t do anything about it, can I?” Dean stepped backwards, “Just don’t hurt her MacKay, or I’m going to fucking kill you,” Dean grabbed Lennon’s hand and pulled her off the deck, “Hardy, You’re paying for our food…”

“Alright then,” Ben called, following the pair off into the dark,

“Fucking wallet,” I heard Dean curse as they walked away from us, George turned around and looked at me, a coy smile on his face,

“Didn’t know you liked me that much,” He smirked pushing some of the hair off my face, “Good to know I’m desirable,”

“Oh shut up you tosser,” I laughed shoving him away from me, sadly though George was solid and he didn’t move, my shove only forced him to crash back into me.

“I meant what I said Y/N, I really do like you,” He whispered hands holding my wrists,

“I really do like you too, George,”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #GeorgeMackay #George MacKay fanfic #George MacKay Imagine

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useless-lesbian-writer · 4 years

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Shock was not a strong enough word to describe the farmer's expression when Haley asked to spend a day at the farm. According to her, she wanted to know more about her girlfriend's lifestyle and nothing better than accompanying her on a work day. Farmer thought of thousands of disastrous situations that could happen on that visit, say that the brilliant idea of Haley climbing on a cow and falling magnificently was still fresh in her memory. She would deny it, that was the plan, but it didn't help when her girlfriend grabbed her arm and looked at her like a puppy.

What had taken them that moment. Haley running after a chicken that had found one of her bracelets very interesting. So interesting that he decided to stay for himself. The farmer could be considered the worst girlfriend in the world, but she had just started laughing at the situation, while the blonde ran with the chicken.

“FARMER!”

And with a furious cry, the farmer held her laughter as best she could, she bent down and grabbed the chicken as if it were the easiest thing in the world - which was for her. Haley was panting before giving the chicken a deadly look, which farmer finds particularly cute.

“I said not to wear bracelets or other accessories when dealing with animals.” Instead of returning the bracelet, she kept it in one of the pockets of her denim overalls - her floral dress would be beautiful on a picnic with Penny and the kids, but for a hen house, it will be the target of the chickens' beak. To prove her speech, Farmer pointed to a small tear in the hem of the dress. It was not very long, it was above the knees, but it was a great jumping exercise for the chicken that did that.

Haley snorted.

“Is that your way of saying that I shouldn't be here?”

"That's my way of saying that I want you here so much," Haley blushed, "that I'm teaching you the way it should be."

Haley wondered how a girl wearing denim overalls and a simple shirt underneath looked so whole when compared to her. Her dress had straw in every corner, her feet were dirty thanks to the open sandal she wore and her hair was in tatters. She had prepared herself as if it were her first meeting with the farmer, but she didn't expect the charm to last after meeting the chickens - and there were still cows and goats to check. The curiosity to know more about life on the farm was a surprise even for herself, but she wanted to know more about the reasons that led her girlfriend to leave everything in the city and come to this world.

Haley knew she was screwed when she saw her girlfriend talking to the thief like she was a child and found it terribly adorable. That girl was an idiot and, as cliché as it was, she was her idiot.

After collecting the eggs, they went to the cows that were surprisingly more peaceful than the chickens. The farmer explained that she took everyone's milk, only that the cows’ milk was sold and the goats’ milk was transformed into cheese. She didn't let Haley milk a cow, but she did demonstrate how it was done. During the milking of the last cow, she heard the click of a camera and when she looked up, she saw Haley smiling as she photographed her.

“I'm sure I'm not the best model at the moment.” Farmer smiled shyly.

“You’re joking?” The blonde bent down to kiss the top of the girlfriend's head “You are adorable ... A little dirty, but cute when dealing with your animals.”

“Right, right.” She got up from the stool she used to milk the cows “For the girl who told me that I would even be cute if it weren't for my clothes and that she said ‘eww, no' when I invited her to dance, you’re very gallant today.”

‘Awwwn, did I hurt you back then?’ Despite the mocking tone, she smiled kindly.

“Hurt? I thought: ‘now I’ll get that sick girl’. A few sunflowers later and I already brought you to the farm.” The winning smile of the farmer was irritating.

The farmer went to the barn to store the bucket she used to milk and Haley took the opportunity to take another picture of her, this time from the back. It was admirable how that skinny girl from the city, adapted so well to her new life. Now she was much stronger physically, but she still exuded femininity - even in the rags she wore. She might admit it out loud, to make the other girl bewildered, that she had already had a dream or another with that woman pressing her against a bed. They were libidinous dreams that always made her work with her hands when she woke up.

The blonde's dirty thoughts were interrupted by the first drop of rain, and then another and another came, until it became a thick and cold rain. She ran into the barn, bumping into the farmer who was just leaving. The animals soon ran for cover and the farmer closed the biggest door, locked everyone inside.

“I thought I saw yesterday that the forecast for today was a sunny day.” Haley said, while trying to dodge a goat that tried to smell her.

“I saw it, too.” The farmer peeked out the window and sighed “But it's just thickening. We better run home, before it gets worse.”

“In this rain?”

“It's the rain or Carmen!” The farmer smiled mischievously.

“Carmen?”

“Yes!” Farmer held out her hand “Carmen!”

And the goat who tried to smell Haley, immediately answered the call, going to the farmer's hand to receive affection on her thick fur. Haley couldn't help looking at that scene with a mixture of strangeness and amusement, before giving her verdict.

“Home!”

The race was short, but Haley's open sandal only made it difficult for her and although the farmer left her boot on the door before entering, the blonde's feet were as sticky as her sandals and the door mat ended up covered in mud.

“And that's why farmers wear boots!” The farmer blinked and Haley rolled her eyes “Here!”

Farmer handed her an old towel to remove the excess mud from her legs, leaving only the dry soil. Haley could not curse that day anymore, all her production had gone down the drain and what would not make it the worst day of her life, was the fact that the farmer continued to smile when looking at her. It was not a mocking smile, much less a pity, it was affectionate as if no matter how ruined the blonde was, she would continue to like what she saw. And that calmed Haley, making her smile back.

The rain was only increasing outside and when the first thunder was heard, they knew there was no chance of Haley leaving. The farmer set aside a change of clothes for hwe girlfriend and let her shower first while she prepared dinner. She had started work on the farm, only in the afternoon because of her girlfriend's unusual company and intended to accompany her home in the early evening. Thanks to the rain, they would have to sleep together, which did not cause any discomfort or embarrassment to her, but she had noticed that Haley looked a little disconcerted.

Haley refused to wear one of the farmer's sweatshirts, claiming she didn't like the thick fabric - which left the other girl completely confused by the excuse. Then, as a solution to that, the farmer offered one of her old button-down shirts. That white shirt, specifically, was the one she wore bagged, so it was a little bigger than her usual shirts and as Haley was a little shorter, the shirt got a little too wide on her. On the underwear, she had extra panties in the bag. Which, again, left the farmer completely confused, but did not question the argument that "incidents can happen on the street, especially with women".

When Haley got out of the bath, the farmer had doubts whether her face was flushed from the hot water or the look she was receiving. If it were for the second, the farmer didn't seem to care much and kept looking – devouring her with her eyes - and only stopped when, accidentally, her hand hit the hot frying pan. The embarrassment became when Haley started laughing at the scene. The pout she made was flashy enough for the blonde to approach, gently hold her burnt hand and place a chaste kiss on top of the burn, before placing another on the farmer's lips.

The farmer took a quick shower before sitting down at the table. Dinner was silent, with a few exchanged looks and Haley's compliments on the food.

“You cook better than my sister!”

The unexpected exclamation elicited a light laugh from the farmer. She wasn't going to brag about Emily just because she thought she was a good friend. Haley insisted on washing the dishes at the end of dinner, which was not denied by the farmer, she was very tired. Sometimes, Haley would look over her shoulder and watch the waiting girlfriend watching the weather through the window. Her dark, still damp hair fell long over her back and she wondered what it would be like to grab it while they ...

“Haley!” The farmer called, now facing her “The tap is on.”

All the blonde wanted at that moment was a place to bury her head, but she just smiled and turned off the tap. With the last job of the day over, they could sleep. Even if it wasn't what they both wanted ...

When they lay down on the bed, Farmer tried to keep some distance from her girlfriend, fearing that she would be uncomfortable with the approach. Lying on their backs, they stared at the ceiling without really sleeping.

“Some problem?” Haley asked after a few minutes, noting the considerable distance between them.

“No. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable.” Farmer turned her face, already noticing the blonde staring at her “You seemed embarrassed before.”

Haley blushed, but smiled, turning completely to the other. She grabbed the larger woman's arm and pulled her closer, but without letting go of her arm afterwards. The farmer tried not to focus on the breasts stuck to her arm, she didn't want to feel like a virgin teenager who felt breasts for the first time, but it was too late and the humiliation became worse when she noticed that she was starting to get wet just by the sensation.

Haley smiled victoriously as she noticed the farmer's rigidity. She had enough partners to know what that meant. She slid one hand under the thick sweatshirt - which she had nothing against, just thought she wouldn't look so attractive under those rags. The button-down shirt was a lot sexier, right?

“Can I have at least a good night kiss?” The tone almost innocent, did not hide her true intentions.

The farmer, as best she can, turned to face Haley who kissed her. It was a slow kiss, as if the blonde expected some bigger reaction, which didn't come. The bigger one felt the hand that was under her belly, being pulled and going towards the back of her neck, where Haley dug her fingers between her hair and pressed her mouth harder. The farmer subtly opened her lips, as if searching for some air, but the movement did not escape the blonde who pushed her tongue between them. Her girlfriend reacted immediately, grabbing her waist and sliding her tongue under hers. They were both on the same page, though there was still something holding the bigger one, something that she didn’t expect Haley to hold one of her hands and guide her to one of her breasts, under her shirt.

“You had more attitude when you kissed me for the first time.” Haley's mocking comment was like the spark that was missing for the flame inside the farmer to light.

The blonde's moan was tricky, when the bigger one squeezed - not so - gently her breast and pressed her nipple between the index and the thumb. Haley felt the warmth of her hand slip away when the farmer went to open the buttons on her shirt one by one. She bit her lip in anticipation, maybe she had imagined it so many times that she couldn't help feeling anxious. Everything at that moment was becoming intoxicating, the sound of rain on the wood, the weight of the biggest under her body when she finished opening her shirt and straddled her hip, the smell of wet earth, her lips on her neck while her fingers played with her breasts, the creaking of the bed with each movement, the echo of her moans through the room and the sensation of fingers taking off her panties. She was hoping the dog wouldn't be at the foot of the bed and, if he was, he should have left with all the noise.

The farmer bit the little girl's neck, then slid her tongue under the mark. It was as if she marked her and then returned it, and it seemed to please her companion, who did not seem shy about her moans. Her mouth went down to her right breast, which was being mistreated by her hand and was rewarded with some chaste kisses and hickeys.

Haley grunted when she felt the biggest move away, she already missed the other's body heat. The farmer helped her remove her shirt and took off her own sweatshirt, revealing the most beautiful breasts that the blonde had ever seen and her abdomen defined by the hours of manual labor. Before she could get any closer to that deity, Farmer got off the bed and knelt, pulling Haley by the legs until she was with her legs out of bed and with the biggest girl between them. If all of Haley's moans had been scandalous, what she did when her girlfriend slid her tongue across her pussy, sure enough, scared the house dog out into the rain outside. The farmer showed that she was not good only with manual labor. Her tongue slid between her large lips to her clitoris, where she circled and applied pressure, feeling Haley's hands grab her by the hair and push her head further against her. Her hands were firm on the girl's thighs and she tried to keep them away, as in reflex of pleasure, Haley tried to close them. Haley felt the sting in her lower abdomen and knew she was close to orgasm.

The farmer continued to masturbate her with her tongue, then she noticed Haley's moans becoming more acute and her back arching. Haley came in her mouth and she licked everything like the juice of one of her fruits. Except that infinitely tastier, not even a star fruit tasted so incomparable.

The blonde was still panting when she had her body adjusted to the bed again. Her girlfriend slid her head up onto the pillow and kissed her gently. However, she still could take one more and it was her turn to feel the breast of the larger one that moaned in response and slid one hand to fuck her again. Haley put her arms around the farmer and pulled her against her, digging her nails into her shoulders when she felt two fingers slide inward. The movements were fast and strong, which caused the blonde to moan against the older woman's ear and drag her nails down her back. At some point, the farmer was sure to feel a ferocious taste in her mouth, which only gave her a buff to invest harder against Haley, who also hugged her with her legs, grabbing her completely. This orgasm came faster than the first and Haley's fingers were already under the farmer's buttocks, which had a completely scratched back.

Haley felt the emptiness when the fingers were taken out of her and relaxed on the bed, still with the weight of the larger body on top of her.

“Tomorrow I won't be able to take a pat on the back as a greeting.” Farmer joked, after throwing herself into the empty space of the bed.

“Tomorrow I won't even be able to walk.” Haley went further in the joke, which left the farmer with her mouth open “And who knew that the girl without any sense of fashion and who lives among animals, would know how to fuck so well.”

“What does one thing have to do with the other?”

“Anything. Now ...” she turned her back to the farmer “You can hug me. I really need to sleep.”

And the other day, no matter how much effort Haley put in hiding the marks on her neck, they were still noticeable. Emily was shocked when she saw her sister at home, but nothing could stop Haley's smile. And the farmer would be mocked to death by Abigail, Sam and Shane, who tried to greet her and had their attempts thwarted by her avoidance. Emily's innocent comment about her sister's arrival, together with a Friday at the Saloon, made the farmer want to jump into the river.

#stardew valley #stardew valley haley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew haley #sdv haley #Summer Rain #sdv farmer

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years

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How would Owen react if he caught a kid trying to pick his pocket?

Friend. I've had this idea stuck in my head whole shift and I hope you know that I've been dying to write this up

So, it all depends on who the kid is. I like to imagine that the kid is just like Owen was as a kid: bratty, cocky, and doesn't listen to almost any authority figure.

(After writing this, I realized I kinda wrote Number 5 from Umbrella Academy as the boy)

Owen was back London and intending to stay for awhile- mostly under threat of being dragged back by his mother. She apparently wanted him and his siblings to spend time together

So, he was making the most of it and was walking down a busy street, intending to pick up some snacks to hoard at Deckard's place

He was looking down at his phone, easily stepping around people without looking up. He was about to text one of his friends, when he felt something at his side

Without hesitation, Owen's hand snapped down to grab at a thin wrist

"Let go!" A shrill voice shrieked.

Without letting up, Owen kept his grip on the young boy's wrist and started dragging him away from the crowded street

"Let go- mmph!"

Owen clamped a hand over the boy's mouth and was able to pull the boy into the nearest alley and away from prying eyes

Releasing the boy's face, Owen instead held the boy's wrists tightly and waited for him to stop squirming

"Oi, stop!" Owen hissed. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"And how the bloody hell do I know you won't hurt me?" The boy hissed back and redoubled his efforts to escape Owen's grasp

"Because unlike some other bloke, I won't break your arm for trying to pickpocket me." Owen said dryly

"But I wasn't!"

"Then why was your hand in my pocket?"

"I-"

"Don't have a good excuse?"

The boy glared at him, and finally stopped trying to escape

"Go to hell, you prick," the boy snapped, and even though Owen knew the boy was trying to be intimidating, he instead looked like he was pouting

Owen threw his head back and laughed, which made the boy glare harder

"What's so funny?"

Owen tried to stamp down on his laughter

"It's so weird to see a 10 year old to cuss like that. You have spunk, kid."

"I'm 12!"

"Mmhmm." Owen nodded, and bit down on his grin at the boy's indignation. He remembered saying the same thing when he was that age

He looked the pouting boy over. He had sligly shaggy, black hair, and had clear and very distrustful eyes. He was wearing a school uniform, one Owen recognized as being from a very posh school.

"Why did you try to pickpocket me?" Owen asked again

"I. Didn't. Do. Anything." The boy bit out

"My arse you didn't." Owen snorted. "Look, stop lying and tell me why. I'm not mad, just curious. You're not poor, and you don't look like you've been missing any meals. Mummy and daddy not giving you a big enough allowance?"

The boy looked as if Owen had struck him

"Are you Sherlock Holmes-ing me?"

"If you want to think of it that way." Owen shrugged. "So, why'd you do it? Bored? Need some pocket money?"

The boy didn't meet his eyes.

"Here's why I think you did it," Owen said. "You don't get to do anything without someone telling you what to do. Always mummy or daddy, or maybe a nanny, giving you commands. And you can't stand it. You want and need control. So, what do you do? You try to take that control by taking things from somebody else. Makes you feel good. Makes you feel powerful."

Owen paused and stared right into shocked and scared eyes

"So, how'd I do?"

The boy shook his head

"How-how do you know-?"

Owen nodded at the boy's question. Gently, he released the boy's wrists and wasn't surprised that the boy didn't bolt.

The boy had found someone who finally seemed to understand him. He wasn't about to leave that any time soon

"Because that's why I started pickpocketing."

"I- you can't be serious!" The boy yelped. "You pickpocketed people?"

"Still do." Owen gave him a toothy smile. "Helps me stay alert and on my toes for bigger things."

"Wait, bigger things?" The boy narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

"Ah, ah. You tried stealing from me. I get your name first."

"Why?"

"First rule of thieves."

"That sounds like bullshit."

"You have a real potty mouth don't you?"

That earned Owen another glare

"Fine." The boy snapped. "I'm Derek. Now you."

"Owen." Before the boy could say anything else, Owen continued. "Are you hungry, Derek?"

"A bit." Derek said slowly, narrowing his eyes in distrust. "Why?"

"How about we get something to eat? We can talk over some fish and chips."

"Ok. But you're paying."

Owen rolled his eyes. How'd he know the boy would say that.

Because that's exactly what you'd say, a voice that sounded like Deckard whispered in his mind

~~~

Owen leaned back in the booth he was sitting in and watched as Derek shoveled down his food at an alarming rate

"Maybe you did miss a few meals?" Owen wondered allowed

"Just lunch," Derek responded through a mouthful

Owen gingerly moved his food away from the boy, ready to defend it if he needed to.

"So," Derek started, fixing his eyes on Owen. "Why did you take me out for food and not turn me in for trying to steal from you?"

"Because I thought this would be a good learning opportunity for you."

"You're really serious." Derek blinked at him

"Yep." Owen nodded. "Tell me, why did you choose me to steal from?"

"Your boots."

Owen's eyebrows hit his hairline. He gestured for Derek to continue

"They're really expensive, right?" Derek asked, suddenly hesitant to talk. Owen nodded. "And they look new. So, if you could afford the boots and look well dressed, then you had to have some cash on you."

"And I was looking at my phone."

"Yeah. You shouldn't have noticed that I was about to grab you wallet."

Owen looked at Derek, and could see the pride and embarrassment of being caught written all over his face

"If I was anyone else, you probably wouldn't have gotten caught." Owen admitted. "I would have been a good target. But, there's one thing you missed."

"That you're apparently a huge thief yourself?"

"Yes, but not what I meant. No, you missed the several weapons I have on me." Owen said carefully, watching Derek's eyes widen. "I have one gun and several knives on me. If you'd been running the streets longer, you'd know how to spot at least the gun."

"I..." Derek swallowed thickly, seemingly losing interest in his food. "Would you have used that on me?"

Owen blinked

"Bloody hell, kid! Of course I wouldn't have!" Owen assured him. "You're not that much of a threat."

"Thanks...?"

Owen shook his head.

"I wouldn't have. But others might. The street you were working has a lot of shady business going down. Anyone could have been a huge mistake to steal from. Especially those in the mob."

As Owen explained this, he could see the fear and realization of how serious this was settle into Derek's mind. The poor boy looked like he was going to faint.

"Der, look. I'm not trying to scare you." Owen sighed. "I'm just telling you, if you want to keep doing this, you need to be more careful. You won't get lucky again and get a nice guy like me the next time you want to pickpocket."

Derek stared at him, and after a minute of consideration, nodded.

"So, who should I pickpocket?"

"Simple. Tourists."

Owen took a sip from his milkshake as he saw the gears in Derek's head spin

"That seems too simple."

"Maybe. But it gets results. Tourists are too busy taking in the sights to notice you slipping your hand into their pockets. They don't realize the dangers around them. Locals do."

Derek nodded and looked like he wanted to take notes

"And it helps that you're wearing your uniform." Owen pointed at the symbol. "Tourists won't remember it, and the bobbies won't be impressed with them and won't want to help them out. Especially if they're American."

"How do you know all this?"

"Been swiping wallets since I was younger than you."

"Really? And you're still doing it?"

"I moved on to bigger things, but occasionally I do. But it's only for shits and giggles." Owen shrugged and threw a fry into his mouth

"Bigger things like what?" Derek asked, clearly getting excited

Smirking, Owen leaned forward

"Like stealing things from the queen."

Derek's eyes went impossibly wide and he gasped

"That shouldn't be possible! You're lying!"

Owen smiled at him

"Believe what you want. Had MI6 on my arse for weeks before I returned them."

"Holy shit, MI6?" Derek whispered in awe

"Mmhm. They're not that impressive like in the movies. They're mostly boring arseholes when you work with them."

"Whoa, wait, what? Working with them? I thought you stole stuff!"

"I do."

"And you're working with MI6?" Derek waved his hands about, trying to make sense of the situation. "How is that possible?"

"My brother and sister work for them. They're big thieves, too. When they want to be, that is." Owen smiled at him, probably enjoying the boy's amazement too much

"Who are you?" Derek asked again. He was leaning across the table and staring hard at Owen

"Just some guy you tried to steal from." Owen said simply, and laughed at the eye roll Derek through him.

"You're never going to tell me, are you?" The boy huffed and threw himself back into the booth's seat. "You just want to be bloody mysterious."

"Caught me." Owen chuckled.

Derek glared at him and started eating again but much slower this time

"Hey," he said suddenly and looked up at Owen. "You called me 'Der'. What was that?"

"Just a nickname." Owen said and cocked his head to the side. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! I mean, no." Derek coughed, cheeks red. "It's fine. But why did you just take half of my name?"

"Something my family does." Owen admitted. "My brother and sister's are Deck and Hatts."

"And what's your's?"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

Owen nodded

"Just the letter? Like Men in Black or something?"

"Sure."

"Weird."

"I don't think anyone's described my family as anything other than that." Owen laughed

"So, does everyone call you that?"

"Usually just my family and my boyfriend."

Derek choked mid-sip of his milkshake, and started coughing harshly. With tears in his eyes, he stared at Owen

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yep." Owen answered simply. "Something wrong with that?"

"No! I just wasn't expecting it. Sorry." Derek rushed to say. "What's he like?"

"He's funny." Owen smiled softly. "And a huge car nut. We get along well."

"That's cool."

Owen chuckled at the blush on Derek's face. Seemed like his impression of Owen had shifted suddenly and he wasn't sure how to respond

"If it's any consolation, he's bloody horrible at pickpocketing." Owen smirked

"Really? You didn't give him any pointers?"

"Oh, I have. He simply doesn't have the finesse for it." Owen sighed and shook his head. "He's a lost cause, but I love him all the same."

Derek opened his mouth to say something else, but suddenly there was a loud chirping sound. Looking down, Derek pulled out a phone

"Oh shit! Classes are almost done. My Da is going to be there to pick me up. I need to go." Derek panicked and looked up Owen with a disappointed face. "But I really want to keep talking to you!"

"Trust me, you don't need to keep talking to me." Owen shook his head. "You need a way better role model than me, kid."

"But you're really cool!" Derek said earnestly. "You know how to steal like a pro, you have a boyfriend, and you even bought me lunch! You're pretty awesome!"

"Still doesn't change the fact that you need to get going, so your Da doesn't know you've been cutting class to steal."

Derek glared at him

"Can I at least get you number? If I have any questions."

Owen narrowed his eyes. He knew what the kid was doing

"Fine. But only for questions. Or if you find yourself in trouble. Which I don't doubt will happen sometime."

"Oh please, you're the first one to ever catch me." Derek rolled his eyes, and held his phone out for Owen.

"Keep it that way, Der." Owen warned and plugged his number in. "There. Now get going."

"Thanks, Oh." Derek flashed him a smile and ran off

Watching him, Owen felt himself smile.

Derek really did remind him of himself when he was that age

But soon enough, his smile dropped and Owen frowned in thought

He just hoped Derek didn't turn out like him

Hope you enjoyed this waaay too long story friend! The main difference between Deckard and Owen, is that in this situation, Deckard would have tried to be a good role model while accidently dropping tricks at getting better at stealing. While Owen tried to help the kid get better at stealing and ended up being a mentor figure

#owen shaw #hobbs and shaw #oc kid #omni answers #asks #omni’s rambling #omni writes

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 3 years

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We Do This To Live Ch. 7

Chapter Seven

Summary: On Earth-198742, there are no heroes. There’s humans. There’s mutants. There are even some that fall somewhere between. But when Boliver Trask manages to get the Sentinel program signed, it’s up to a thief and her brilliant sister to find those that still believe in something more - something good. And maybe, along the way, they’ll get the chance to save mutant kind.

Word Count: 2639 words

Warnings: Blood, treating mutant like an animal, human testing, emotional shit - that sorta thing?

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Previous Chapter

Blood. Everywhere. That was all she could see. Slowly, her body moved. Twisting and cracking with joints that screamed, begging her to stop. She tasted iron on her tongue. No doubt, there was more blood.

She turned, catching sight of bodies that weren’t her own. “Mama?” She crawled closer, legs unable to provide the strength to walk. Streaks of auburn and white were enough to prove her fears right.

There was her mom. Bloody and cold.

A sob racked her shoulders, caught in her throat. All she wanted was to scream. What happened? How?

“Mama,” she croaked. “Wake up. Sil vous plait, wake up!”

Wake up.

She jerked, spine bending in an awkward sort of way.

Wake up.

Another jolt forced her body, twisting it away from her mother. Her spine felt like it was on fire. There was more iron. More blood.

Wake up!

Geneva’s body spasmed, eyes forced open. Blinding light made her try to close them again, but to no avail. Fingers prodded her eyelids, forcing them open as a light flashed across her pupils.

She couldn’t move. Her head felt stiff. Something kept her neck in place.

“I wouldn’t move too much, Miss Lebeau.”

That familiar voice filled her ears, echoing. Bouncing around in her head and making it hard to recall anything else. But as his words rattled around in her skull, the familiar pinch against her neck reminded her of why she couldn’t move.

The needle In her neck. The weight of metal around it. It was so heavy.

Her eyes flitted to his, nostrils flaring and gaze steely. Though he was still a blur – she didn’t care.

Boliver Trask’s face was seared into her brain forever.

He chuckled, amazed by her resilience. “There you are. Finally joined the living I see.”

She wanted to say something. Wanted to snap, growl, and remind him that she was strong, damn it. She was capable. But the heavy weight of metal on her tongue kept her silent.

She wanted to move. She wanted to fight and break free and show everyone that mutants are more than capable. They are determined. And yet her muscles refused to even budge.

“I wanted to tell you that your mutation has been truly remarkable. A gift for us to learn from.” He brushed her wild curls out of her face, letting them cascade over the edges of the table. “And we have been learning. Nothing has gone to waste.”

Fear struck hard, twisting in her gut and seeping into her bones. What could they have learned that she didn’t know?

What did his pokes and prodding uncover?

“Enough of that.” He grabbed a cloth from the nearby tray, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “There’s no need for tears.”

That scared her all the more. She didn’t realize - When did she start crying?

“It’s taken much longer than we anticipated to even scratch the surface of what mutations mean. You having volunteered…“

Volunteer. That was bullshit. They both knew that.

“Well, it provided us with the ability to discover. Homo sapiens owe you a great deal of gratitude.”

Geneva wanted to fry him. She wanted to see his veins turn black from her powers. She wanted to watch as his eardrums burst and eyes popped. She wanted him to suffer.

“Oh, now stop that.” He swatted at her hands, prying her curled fingers out of her palm and wiping away the blood. Crescent shaped marks would heal eventually. “You have our thanks. Now, we are going to move you and get you set up in a new room. It will be different. If you promise to behave, I’ll remove the bit from your mouth. I just can’t have a repeat of what happened with Doctor Rice.”

If she could have, Geneva would have smirked. She remembered that man. Creepy face. Creepy smile. Satisfied – no, pleasured – by seeing mutants in pain. She remembered how good it felt to almost bite off his thumb. Bone was the only thing that had gotten in her way.

He shouldn’t have forced his digits in her mouth anyway.

But she was tired. So tired of the bit. Of the collar. Of the restraints and the needles.

Maybe it was time to rest.

Boliver tilted his head, watching her curiously. Just by the look in her eyes, he could tell she was trying to figure out her choices. “Will you cooperate this time? Blink twice for yes and once for no.”

She held his gaze for a long while, hating the idea of giving in to what he wanted. But the truth of the matter was, she didn’t even know how long she had been here. What about her parents? What about Marie?

If she played his game, maybe she would get to find out.

She blinked –

Once.

Twice.

Marie jerked away. Her chair rolled across the room, startled by her rough movements. She groaned softly, rubbing at her eyes and willing sleep away. What time was it?

“Glad to see you’re awake, Doll.”

She looked up. Dark strands of hair fell, hiding her face and yet still incapable of concealing her surprise. She had grown so used to being along down here, really only visited by Shuri, that seeing someone else in the room seemed…almost wrong. Marie had only been around Bucky a handful of times. The last time they spoke was maybe a week ago. Probably more. She wasn’t like Shuri. She was too quiet. Not vocal enough to make a friend.

Besides, she didn’t have time for those.

“What are y’doin’ in here?” Her voice was quiet, confused. Marie didn’t mean to sound accusatory, but it almost angered her to see someone invading her space. Making a joke of her mission. “Didn’t Shuri say I ’ave privacy?”

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his smile. He had heard quite a bit about the Cajun in front of him. Though she seemed determined to push away any and everyone, Shuri had spoken highly of her brains and sheer will. The stories – it reminded him of Bruce. Steve a little too. But the longer he had gone with only ever seeing her in this room…it worried him.

She was young.

The weight of the world was on her shoulders and she refused to share it with anyone. Even though she didn’t have to bear it alone.

“C’mon. I want to get you out of here.”

Marie raised a brow. She gave him an almost bored sort of look before pulling the chair back to its place at her desk. She had no intention of listening to him.

Bucky smirked.

Oh, he was going to like getting to be her friend.

Scrolling through the articles that had her falling asleep in the first place, Marie hadn’t noticed him come up behind her. She yelped when the chair jerked, clinging to the arms as it moved swiftly across the room. “Merde!” Marie looked up, yanking her hoodie off her head and shooting Bucky a look that could kill. “Let go o’my chair!”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, his Brooklyn accent a sharp contrast to her own tongue.

He was infuriating and he had been in her presence less than five minutes.

“Y’only got une arm. Could beat ya up if I wanted.”

“Now that’s just discrimination, don’t ya think?” Bucky spun the chair in front of him, pushing her out of the room.

Marie didn’t say anything. She tucked her legs into the chair and watched as rooms passed them by. She tugged at her hoodie, hiding her legs underneath the fabric. Here and there, servants would pass by and watch the scene with raised brows but no comments. Still, there judgement made her slink further in her chair. “Where are we goin’,” she asked as he pulled her onto the elevator.

“Your room. You stink and need a shower.”

“Excuze moi, mas y’don’t know me, Barnes.” Marie leapt out of the chair when the elevator doors finally closed. She spun towards him, legs a little shaky from lack of use. “Y’known moi all o’five minutes and y’tryin’ to boss m‘round?”

“Marie.”

Her outburst fell silent. She watched as he pressed the button, distrust shining bright in her eyes. She didn’t understand.

“You’re right. I don’t know you. But I know what you’re feelin’.” He leaned against the wall, surprising her when it wasn’t pity that shown in his features. No, it was sympathy. Respect. “I know that guilt. That desperation. I used to feel those things so much that it nearly killed me. I knew a lot of people that lived with those feelings day after day.”

Slowly, the floors crept by. She didn’t say anything. Simply listening.

“Shuri encouraged your stubbornness and determination. And I respect that you have such a strong will to find your cousin, but you need help. You need someone to tell you when it’s time to take a break.”

Marie crossed her arms over her chest, her chin tucked down and lip quivering. Finally, she admitted, “That used t’be Gen.”

Bucky tilted his head. “Your cousin? She used to - ?“

Marie nodded. “Gen’s everyt’in’ I’m not. She’s the one who used t’tell moi t’breathe. “Relax, everyt’in’ will work itself out.”” The smallest smile tugged at her lips as she roughly wiped away tears on her cheeks. “Her powers have her buzzin’ wit’ energy. She can never stop, but she always seems t’know when ot’er people need to.”

Bucky smiled. “She sounds like she means a lot to you.”

Marie shook her head. “Not a lot.” The bell dinged and the doors parted. She didn’t look at Bucky when she admitted, “Everyt’in’. She means everyt’in’ t’moi.”

Bucky watched her step off the elevator, following after her. He knew what it meant to have someone mean that much. Hell, for him it was Steve. And he had lost that person that meant everything.

He couldn’t let the same happen to Marie.

“What’s the plan?”

Bucky blinked, realizing she was talking to him. Her raised brow and unimpressed look could have made anyone who wasn’t on the receiving end laugh. She was a kid and yet the most intimidating person he had ever laid eyes on. “I was thinking you get a shower, change of clothes, and we get you out of here for a bit. I know how important it is to find her, but - ”

“If it were Steve, would y’walk away?”

Bucky faltered, his sentence dying on his lips.

How did she know about Steve?

Seeming to read to his mind, Marie elaborated. “I’m from a guild o’ t’ieves, Barnes. Gettin’ information is all I know how t’do.” She turned towards him fully, shifting from one leg to the other. “So if this were you and Steve…would ya take breaks? Would ya walk away for an hour or two? Hell, would he?”

Bucky was silent for a moment before he shook his head no. “Never.”

“Then don’t ask for moi t’do th’same. Y’wanna help, help. But don’t feed m’some bullshit you’d never listen to if ya were me.”

A smirk. Understanding once more. “Okay. Fair enough. But then you’re going to let me help. Alright?”

There was a moment then. One where Marie truly didn’t know if he would actually help. Then she saw the same determination in his eyes that was always in hers. “Ca va.” Then she slipped in her room, the door shutting behind her.

Bucky slumped against the wall just across, waiting. Okay. It was a step. One he could very well work with.

But damn if she wasn’t as stubborn as a familiar blonde he’d known for the better part of his life.

When Geneva woke again, she was no longer strapped to a table. Her neck still felt heavy, but not quite as stiff. She blinked once…twice…a third time before finally her eyes began adjusting to the harsh fluorescents.

She missed the days when she could feel their energy buzzing against her skin.

Looking away from the ceiling, her gaze settled on the bars across from her. It was a door. She could pick it easily. Really, staring at it now she found herself identifying the mechanisms, how long it would take, and what tools she would need.

It was part of her job. Part of who she was.

She moved to stand, craving the days when she could use her legs. It was then she realized that she couldn’t. Her eyes drifted to her newest confinement.

A chair. Her arms and shines were cuffed, hands and feet enclosed in something she didn’t quite understanding. It looked…old fashioned.

Medieval.

Cruel.

A small hum filled her ears. Finally, something she recognized from her powers.

She jerked, spine threatening to snap in two as a rush of energy forced her heart to skip a beat. Her head pressed against the metal headrest, jaw clenching.

They had turned her collar off.

Her veins shone through her skin, glowing a brilliant gold that no doubt matched her eyes.

It disappeared under the cuffs.

The humming grew louder, turning into a sharp whine as the lights flickered brighter.

It was then that Geneva understood that they were using her to power the building.

It hit her too hard. Too fast. Realization that she was a pawn. Her powers threatened to make her heart burst. Finally, she felt whole again with her powers. Yet what was the cost? They could use her. And not only could they, but they were. Happily. Whole heartedly. Without a care that she was still a person.

She still existed past her mutation.

After what felt like hours, her powers settled. The glow was still there, though not as bright, and Geneva’s chest was heaving with tired breath. She was so exhausted.

She should’ve said no.

Emotions hit her one after the other. Far too fast for her to be able to process. It made her ache in every sort of bitter way that she couldn’t stand. Sniffling, Geneva didn’t care that her cheeks would burn. She couldn’t bring herself to care about the blisters that would come. She let the tears fall. She needed to cry.

“Hey, you have to breathe.”

Geneva didn’t say anything. She didn’t look. It was probably a doctor or nurse making sure their test worked.

“Hey, you need to find a way to calm down. Please. I know it’s hard, but they’re far more satisfied when they see they broke you.”

Geneva sniffled, nodding stiffly. She forced herself to look. The person was male. She could tell from his voice. But his cell was dark, covered in shadows. If they hadn’t shut off her powers again, then she could see him. Her voice, rough from lack of use, sounded foreign to her own ears as she asked, “Who are you?”

He chuckled. She heard feet scrape against the floor and a small wheeze of breath. Was the guy okay? Inching closer to his cell door, scrawny hands braced against the bars. She watched him dip his head towards the light between their cells. Sandy blonde hair and kind, bright, blue eyes were the first things she noticed.

But then she recognized a bit more. Photos from a file she had stolen so many years ago.

“You’re Cap’n America.”

Another wry laugh. It seemed he hadn’t heard that name in quite some time. And judging by his lack of muscles, he no longer bore the title. He pressed his forehead against the bars. “My friends call me Steve.”

Geneva nodded. She took in his frame – no terrifying height. No never ending lines of muscle. Just…Steve. For the first time in a long time, she smiled. A friend. She could use one of those.

But she had to be honest – “I t’ought ya were bigger.”

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A Wolf in Thief’s Clothing || Ariana (Megan?) & Jane

TIMING: Present

LOCATION: Store

PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett & @jane-the-zombie

SUMMARY: Jane runs into Ariana (Megan????) shoplifting at the store.

While impulse control had never been something Megan had been great at, most of her impulses at least didn’t drastically break any human laws. Sure, hunting seasons were a thing, but who the hell was going to tell a wolf they couldn’t eat a deer? That’s right, no one. Well, except maybe a beast hunter, but fuck most of them. The weird thoughts in her head that didn’t feel entirely like her own paired with the amount of stress she was under made it hard to ignore the temptation to shoplift. At first, she’d been a little appalled with herself, but now it was becoming a bit of a game. Their fridge was already full of steak and herring, so she decided to go for hair products today. She was in a crisis and the purple clearly had to go. The reminder that she wouldn’t ask Winston to do it because she wasn’t ready to see Rio yet stung as she looked over the hair colors. This time she’d go for a color she could actually see. Looking through the blues, she opted for the brightest looking one which was Poseidon by Arctic Fox. She still had a bleach kit at home, so she discreetly shoved the hair dye into the pocket of her leather jacket when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Had she been that distracted? She whipped her head around to see Jane there. Shit. “Jane, hey, hi, how are you?” Smooth, Megan, smooth.

Jane had her hands on her hips as she stared at Ariana Bennett stuff the hair dye in her jacket. She had originally been planning on saying hi to the young woman, to check in, while she was here getting more salt (for French Fry) and nail polish remover (for herself) and yet… Shoplifting. They had all been there at one point or another. Jane herself had done it when she was a teenager, and Lizzie had done the same far past her teens - specifically from clothing stores. Jane plugged her ears and pretended not to listen as she described how to get magnet tags off swimsuits, before dutifully reminding her little sister that she was in fact a cop. Jane stood, looking at Ariana with the best disappointed face she could muster. How many blood bags can go missing this week before someone notices. Wait, what? Why did she keep having thoughts like that? Crap. Jane shook it off and let out a low sigh. “You want to hand me that hair dye, young lady?” She said, feeling like her father. Oh, weird. She hated that.

Eventually, Megan knew this whole shoplifting thing was going to catch up with her. She’d been trying to get whoever was in her head out, but it seemed to be of no use. At least it seemed to be a somewhat widespread thing and she wasn’t the only one experiencing it. Which hopefully meant it would get solved because she sure as hell didn’t know how to fix it. She was a fighter not a thinker. With a defeated sigh, she handed the hair dye to Jane. “Not really, I can just buy it. I don’t normally do this by the way.” She fidgeted nervously with her hair hoping she wasn’t going to get arrested this close to the full moon. “Kinda have someone else in my head right now, it’s a time and half.” She couldn’t stand still. “The full moon is tonight. Please don’t take me to the station.”

Ah yes. The wolves and their little moon problem. “Lucky for you, I happen to have better things to do than fill out the paperwork taking you in, Ariana,” she said, tucking the hair dye under her arm. Besides, none of the ‘scared straight’ crap worked anyway, and Jane wasn’t about to put Ariana through something that anyway - even without the moon problem. “C’mon, kid. Why don’t we go check out,” Jane said pointedly. She glanced at the blue hair dye. “This is a pretty color,” Jane commented as they started walking towards the self check out. “What sparked Teen Wolf Rebel? Is this some sort of moon thing?”

Megan’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Wait, who’s Ariana? I mean, thank you for not bringing me in.” Somehow, the adrenaline of being caught brought a satisfying thrill. Fuck, this was not the kind of mind state she needed to be in right now. She had actual problems to take care of. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I do totally have money with me.” She relaxed a bit when she realized she wasn’t in any real trouble. Jane really was pretty great and she felt bad to have put her in an awkward situation. “Thanks, figured I’d go for a color I can actually see this go round,” she said trying to keep her tone calm. She shrugged and explained, “It’s definitely not a moon thing. I’ve got like… someone else’s thoughts in my head? With how much else I have going on right now, it’s hard to like just ignore whoever the fuck is in there. Apparently like it’s a thing that’s going around though so who knows. This town is wild.”

“Very funny,” Jane replied, looking at Ariana pointedly. “But I have more things to worry about than a little shoplifting…. That gets worse by mind crap.” Jane frowned when she realized that Ariana was having similar mind experiences. Thoughts of hunters and people and blood kept filling her mind, and she was certain that Harsh wasn’t human. He had to be a zombie. Jane shook her head, pushing her hair out of her face as they approached the self check-out line. “I’m actually experiencing something similar. Wouldn’t be fair to bring you in over something like that.” Supernatural related. Her stomach twisted and she let out a low sigh. Supernatural and law didn’t go together, and Jane was still trying to work out what her place was in everything. She glanced at Ariana. The poor girl was so young to be dealing with so much, especially with her sister’s death let alone organ trafficking. Something stirred inside her, and she wasn’t sure what it was. “Let me spot you on the hair dye, hm? And then we can go talk, if you want.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Megan explained as she looked at Jane some incredulously. She didn’t know what her real name, but it definitely wasn’t Ariana. “That makes sense considering well… literally everything that happens in this town.” It wasn’t exactly comforting to know Jane was going through the same thing. While the previous town-wide problems had been taken care of, it always still left her feeling there were things far too powerful for any of them to face. It only further cemented the idea that they needed to stick together. She refused to lose someone else she cared for. “I don’t love that you have someone in your head, too, but I guess there’s not much we can do about it. Trying to see if any of my spellcasting friends know more.” Magic was something that both intrigued and frightened her to an extent, but she trusted the spellcasters she knew. Megan smiled brightly when Jane offered to get the hair dye for her. It wasn’t necessary, but Jane caring and helping was always welcome though she wasn’t too excited to talk about an organ selling ring of all things. “Thanks, Jane. And yeah, we probably should talk. I wish it was better news” She followed her to the checkout counter and offered another thank you as Jane paid for her hair dye. As they made their way out, Megan pointed out a little bench not far off that seemed private enough. “How about here,” she asked.

“What’s your name then, if it isn’t Ariana? Malory?” Jane replied, sarcastically. Kids sure were funny these days, with their memes and their tiktoks “Does everyone in this town have spellcasting friends?” Jane asked, though she wasn’t sure she would call Otto and herself friends. He was more a big thorne in her side. A pain in the ass. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair as they entered self check out. For good measure, Jane grabbed a couple bottles of water and a small bag of potato chips to go along with the hair dye. She could come back for her salt and nail polish remover some other time. She bagged the items, handing Ariana the bag with the hair dye, and walked out with her. “That’ll be fine enough, I think. As they sat down, Jane reached into the bag and handed her one of the bottles of water. She leaned against her knees looking over at Ariana. It was hard - Jane didn’t typically like kids, and she definitely didn’t like interacting with them - though, Ariana was eighteen, and that definitely wasn’t a ‘child’ anymore. Back in Portland, her old partner had always been the one to deal with the child witnesses. But Ariana was so young and had been through so much, and she didn’t have anyone here anymore… Something about that tugged on Jane’s heartstrings. Ugh. “You can start anywhere you want, okay?” Jane told her. “Even if it’s not about what you told me before online.”

“I don’t actually know because my name was stolen, but Ariana doesn’t sound right. You can call me Megan until I get my real name back,” Megan explained even though she realized Jane didn’t quite believe her. It did sound pretty wild if you didn’t know about the supernatural. Hell, she knew about the supernatural and she was shocked to learn that fae could just yoink your name. She shrugged, “I mean, the fellow supernatural folks probably. Humans, I couldn’t tell you. They probably wouldn’t know if they did.” She noted that Jane picked up some chips and waters for them which was a much nicer reaction to being caught shoplifting by an actual cop than she would have ever expected, but she guessed it wasn’t that surprising. In the short time she’d known Jane, she’d always been nothing but kind and understanding to her. It was a warm feeling that reminded her of why she was continuing to push through these days that seemed to grow more and more exhausting. She happily took the bag with the blue hair dye and noted she’d need to message Winston for further hair help. It seemed to be their thing now. “Thanks, Jane,” she said as they walked outside and took a seat on a lone bench. She leaned back and made herself comfortable. She let out a soft sigh, “That’s a tough one… because I don’t want to get the person who’s literally being threatened to do said harvesting in trouble, but I do have a name and was promised more. Kind of started with me sticking my nose literally where it doesn’t belong because I smelled dead werewolves, but apparently it’s not just werewolf organs… ours just happen to be more valuable which like ugh.”

Megan. Jane’s brows furrowed. Name stealing? Not for the first time, Jane thought that White Crest was the bad place. “Megan… got it.” Somehow, Jane didn’t think it would be all that helpful to tell her that Ariana’s - er, Megan’s name was actually Ariana. Something about that whole nonsense made her think that no matter what she said to Megan, she wouldn’t believe her. Jane glanced at her, leaning on her knees as she stared at the young woman. She had her whole life ahead of her, and she didn’t deserve half the crap that was on her shoulders. Jane could at least help take the burden off her shoulders - that was her job, wasn’t it? The whole reason she wanted this job to begin with. Maybe not here in White Crest, but it was still the same. What was an eighteen year old girl doing dealing with organ trafficking? Jane shook her head. “Aria - Megan, I want you to know that I’m going to do everything I can to help you. I know you don’t want to get anyone in trouble, and I’m not going to push for you to tell me who’s harvesting the organs, but I’d like to be able to help them too.” Especially if they were being threatened. “So think about it for me, at least a little.” Jane considered where to go from there, for just a moment, before she sat up a little straighter and looked at her. “But, for now, let’s start with that name.”

#para #para ariana #ariana #A wolf in thief's clothing

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