#‘I’d love to keep getting to know you as a friend’

[dntaed]

oh, i’ve been gone for a few days, but !!! i have a little something for you guys <3 changing up my post’s styles a bit. i’d like to focus on headcanons and small imagines from now on. (dw my series won’t disappear). i just want to try something new! 🌷

a/n: not proofread, this work is sfw. have fun reading. MASTERLIST HERE !!

✹ ꕀ 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 : ‘ 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽? ’ ( ✦ )

( ✦ ) In a few words, to describe a relationship with Jason Todd would be a fever dream, a reverie you didn't even know you were in until those sea-green eyes hit you like waves; you find yourself wanting to lose yourself in this dream.

Despite being a man with a reputation of a rather not-so-savory kind, he unexpectedly shows the most softness and tenderness for his partner out of all the Bat-boys.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 ⠀. ᰋ .. 🪻

JASON TODD loves quietly. He's subtle with his affections. The fact he loves you will be shown in the small details that collect over time. You don't even notice it at first. He's not used to expressing his feelings in a way that's obvious to the fleeting eye. Only someone who pays attention would see how utterly devoted your boyfriend is to you.

It's the way Jason always has a hand on the surface of your back or waist, guiding you through crowds or holding you while cooking in the kitchen. The touch serves as a safety net for you and a chain that connects the two of you. He needs you close to him. Your presence in the early morning or even in the busy streets of Gotham City has him feeling even calmer.

Jason devotes himself to learning everything about you. He silently watches you when you talk about the things you enjoy. It's a soothing sound to his ears. He makes sure to keep any important detail you mentioned tucked away in his mind.

The specific drink you like at that coffee place you've grown attached to, that book you've been reading (he's picked it up too, he wants to talk about it with you), what temperature you enjoy your tea, the route you take during your day—do you want that pretty ceramic cup he saw at the shop? He thinks you would. He's getting it for you, because when you're happy—he is too.

🗨️: Sorry, I talk too much.

J: But I want to hear you.

There are moments in your relationship when the confidence Jason tried to show you slowly crumbles around you. He doesn't realize that it's the walls he has built around himself finally disappearing when he's with you.

It's shown in the way he sleeps soundly next to you. The way your touch doesn't send spikes through his skin. The way he's more open talking with you. It comes to him naturally—talking with you all night, words slipping past his lips that he wouldn't trust anyone else with.

Acts of service is an important part of a relationship with Jason. He's up before you are. The hot cup of your favorite drink sits steaming on the counter. He's already fussing around the kitchen, trying to cook up a meal for you. (Keyword, trying. I don't have much faith in his cooking, and neither does he.) He's the first to go out for groceries. His hands are always full of the bags you carry. No matter how many times you reassure him you're okay on your own, he shakes his head. He's doing this because he wants to.

🗨️: It's okay. I can carry them.

J: No, no. It's okay. While we're at it, give me that bag you're holding in your left hand, looks heavy.

🗨️: You literally have five bags already!

He has a habit of resting his head on your shoulder or placing his chin on top of your head when he’s tired. He’ll murmur something like “Five more minutes, babe” if you try to move.

I already mentioned in a previous post that you two are not only lovers. Friends to lovers is the romance I see Jason being in. You're his best friend, and he's yours. You're the first one he looks for in a room because you're the only one who really knows him—in and out. He's Jason Todd to the rest of the world, but to you, he's your Jay. The Jay you met and slowly became friends with. The Jay you spent hours huddled away in a library with. You two discuss books non-stop in hushed whispers. Those whispers slowly turned into something even bigger, something that settled deep in your bones.

Jason adores physical touch, but only from you. He’s the kind of guy who acts grumpy about PDA but will still pull you into his lap when you least expect it. Forehead kisses, temple kisses, pulling you closer by the waist when someone walks too close to you—those are his specialties.

Dates include, you guessed it, library dates, that cozy restaurant you two found, the park during the evening, the homey feel of your shared apartment at midnight while a cheesy romance movie plays in the background, late-night walks around the busy streets while the kaleidoscopic colors of the city dance across your figures. It's all very saccharine sweet and simply soft.

The pet names I see Jason using are: a classic babe, pipsqueak (a more teasing one), a shortened version of your name, and pretty.

Jason isn’t a fan of social media, but he keeps a private account just to follow you. He never posts, never likes anything, but he’s always watching. If you post a picture of yourself, he’ll send a text: “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Might be surprising to some, but he's a big gossiper. He's talking about everyone and everything with you. It's a monthly talk you guys have. Basically, gossip buddies.

Arguments are rare with Jason. I've already mentioned that love with him is a process of boundaries and promises to take things slow. I think the two of you don't cross any lines.

Even if something happens, he cannot bear to get mad at you. You're his person, his other half. It ends with apologies, and he needs to be in your presence for the next few days (like a cat with separation anxiety, following you from room to room).

God forbid someone threatens you in any way. Which in itself is rare, because of the automatic scary boyfriend privileges you have. Though, if someone is foolish enough to try, all you need is to give Jason permission, and the person is getting into big trouble.

He likes to write little notes for you. Slipping them into your book, sticking them on the bathroom mirror, or tucking them into your pocket. They range from “Don’t forget to eat” to “You looked so pretty this morning, I almost forgot how to breathe.”

He walks you to class. Shyly, he takes your hand in his and has a small celebration in his mind that he managed to do it. Off you two go, strolling through the campus as if it's your own world.

I think Jason would playfully tease you too. He's your best friend and now boyfriend. It's a requirement now. That's where the pipsqueak pet name comes from. He enjoys your reactions, the little huffs of exasperation or the way you try (and fail) to glare at him.

If he ever catches you crying, Jason immediately goes into comfort mode. He might not always have the right words, but his arms are strong, his voice is gentle, and he’ll hold you as long as you need.

🗨️: You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be okay.

J: I know you will. But I want to be here.

Jason is so in love with you, it’s ridiculous.

But at the end of the day, despite all the teasing, all the quiet acts of love, all the soft whispers and quiet mornings, Jason Todd is just a man who loves you with everything he has. And he always will.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. 🌷 ♥︎

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[writesvani]

down low — jeon jungkook

boxer! jungkook x collegestudent! reader

friends with benefits au, situationship au

comment here for the Down Low taglist;

SUMMARY: There's no love, there are no fights with Jungkook—just a twisted addiction that keeps you crawling back. You tell yourselves it’s not toxic. After all, you never argue, never get jealous. Just fuck, lie, and slip back into the arms of the people who will never know.

It’s not love.

But it sure as hell isn’t nothing.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: porn with plot, smut, angst, dry humping, fingering, jerking off, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, choking, spanking, slapping (light), hair pulling, biting (light), doggy, missionary, sideways, cowgirl, shower sex, mirror sex, cheating, semi-public sex, club toilet sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, please), discomfort, lying, manipulating, gaslighting, explicit scenes, explicit language, fighting, substance abuse (weed, cigarettes, alcohol), angst no comfort, seriously fucked up characters

word count: 40-50k(ish), still editing it

chapter index ^᪲᪲᪲

— chapter one: u up? (coming on April 10th)

— chapter two: I See Her

— chapter three: Say My Name

— chapter four: Thinking About You

— chapter five: In Your Eyes ; FINAL

drabbles + extras ^᪲᪲᪲

— red polo shirt (pending...)

— don't cut your hair (pending...)

— DL playlist (soon...)

the drabbles in this story are part of the DownLowVerse, so i highly recommend reading them to get a deeper understanding of the plot. as the story unfolds, new drabbles will unlock, and they’re designed to enhance the experience. i suggest reading the chapters in order, and in the author’s notes, i’ll let you know when’s the best time to dive into each drabble, as they’ll be posted after certain chapters.

but don’t worry — reading the drabbles isn’t a MUST. they won’t change the story, but they’ll add extra layers to it, helping you connect with the narrative in a more meaningful way.

DISCLAIMER:

Listen, if I did own Jeon Jungkook, I wouldn’t be writing this fic—I’d be too busy staring at him in awe like a fool. But alas, I do not. BTS? Also not mine (shocking, I know). This is purely fiction, and if you think this is an accurate representation of Jungkook or any BTS member, I have some bad news for you. This is a toxic, messy, morally questionable story born from my weird imagination, not a documentary. So don’t take it seriously, and for the love of all things holy, don’t send this to the real Jungkook. Let’s keep our delusions in this safe little corner of the internet, okay? Cool. Now, enjoy the chaos.

all works published here are created by me (@writesvani on tumblr). i own all rights to my original works, including any written content, original characters, and plotlines. copying, redistributing, translating, or posting my works on any other social media without my explicit permission is strictly prohibited. all rights reserved.

[onaswife]

Soulmate

Couple: Alpha! Alexia Putellas x Omega!Fem!Reader

Au!Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega.

Word count: 4,4k

Warnings: insinuating.

Alexia Putellas, one of the best players of the current time, the Alpha of the Barcelona pack, a disciplined woman, tough when it came to her team. She was responsible for her pack and at the same time, well, responsible for her Omega, with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

Now, after 4 years, Alexia felt it was the right time to take the next step in their relationship: marriage.

Alexia had decided this a long time ago. Maybe it was the moment when she collided with her when she had just joined the team and felt her heart pounding hard against her chest. Or when she asked for help to improve her skills because she said she saw her as her idol. Maybe it was when Y/N needed help at that bar when they went to celebrate and got into trouble when a girl spilled her drink on her. Or maybe it was when Y/N stole that first kiss from her on the beach, while they were going to buy ice cream for María and Alba. Well, if she thought about it, it was the moment she learned of Y/N’s existence.

It was a peaceful afternoon, a day of rest before the new season started, and as usual, María and Alba had convinced them (separately) to go enjoy an afternoon at the beach near the Putellas' house.

Alba was in charge of convincing Y/N, while María took care of her best friend, Alexia. Alba and Y/N had met at the first team party when she joined as the new signing. Alba was the one who approached Y/N since, as an English teacher, she could understand her better. They started talking about trivial things like how she was adjusting to Barcelona, if she missed the weather from her country, what she expected from living there, and if she was willing to meet new people.

“So, you’re from England, are you one of the good ones or one of the boring ones?” You let out a big laugh; Alba wasn’t the first person to ask you that in the hours you had been in Spain.

“I think I can consider myself a good English girl.”

“And do you plan on staying a long time in Spain? You know, more than 4 seasons?” Alba gave you a small smile while resting one of her hands on your bicep.

“You’re really strong, has anyone told you that?” You frowned, seeing the typical behavior of someone trying to make their partner or love interest jealous, so you discreetly glanced over your shoulder, and there she was. María seemed to be clutching her glass as if she wanted to break it, while Alexia, next to her, had no idea what was going on with her best friend. She just kept watching the interaction between her sister and you. It was funny to see how both of them looked jealous.

So there they were now, lying on a towel enjoying the weather while listening to how the Spaniards were enjoying the sea. Y/N, on the other hand, was soaking up the sun.

You laughed at the situation while looking back at Alba. “So... María?” A slightly mocking smile adorned your face, and Alba seemed to see a ghost when you said those words, her face going pale.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she nervously shifted in her place, moving her weight from one leg to the other. Alba tried to keep her composure, but the way she avoided your gaze and bit her lower lip betrayed her nervousness.

It took you a few seconds to regain your voice. “Sure… I’d love to.” Your voice trembled, just like your breath.

“I’m going to get some ice cream, do you want some?” You looked up when you heard Alexia’s voice.

It was a bad idea. Alexia was wearing a bikini that, in your opinion, accentuated her body very well, and therefore made you imagine many not-so-innocent things.

When Alexia started walking toward the ice cream stand, you hurried to follow her. “I’m coming with you.”

She raised an eyebrow, and you simply walked beside her toward the ice cream stand. “You don’t need to come.”

“Well, someone has to make sure you don’t drop your ice cream,” you replied with a playful smile.

Alexia rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. When they reached the stand, she ordered a simple ice cream, while you chose something more elaborate, just like the ice creams Alba and María had. Her ice cream was given to her first, and she started eating it without waiting.

When you finally received yours and turned to her, you noticed she had some ice cream around her lips. You tried to point it out with your finger. “You’ve got it there… no, more to the right… now to the left… no, it’s still there.”

Alexia frowned, stuck out her tongue to try to clean it, but didn’t succeed. You bit your lip, debating whether to tell her or just act.

In the end, you decided the second option was more effective.

Alexia blinked a couple of times before laughing softly, shaking her head. “That’s a terrible excuse.”

Without thinking too much, you leaned in and, with a determined move, caught her lips with yours in a short but firm kiss. It tasted like vanilla and something else that could only be Alexia.

When you pulled away, she looked at you surprised, her eyes wide open. You didn’t say anything, just smiled and shrugged. “Had to clean it.”

“But effective.”

And so, with a smile on her lips, Alexia leaned in to kiss you again, and you knew that this beach afternoon was the start of a new chapter in your life.

The team had already gotten used to the usual positivity between Alexia and Y/N, but it was truly shocking when, after a long and hard training session, Alexia let slip that secret that had been stuck in her throat for days. Alexia could be the closest thing to perfect, but when it came to keeping secrets, she was the worst.

It happened so fast that when she said it, María was the first to ask what she had said, followed by Aitana and Irene.

“I said that… I’m going to marry her.” Alexia’s voice came out softer than ever, even softer than when she used to comfort Jana and Bruna when they felt unwell. All the people in the locker room at that moment were left speechless, just processing what Alexia had said.

“Good joke, Ale. We know that if you were actually thinking about it, you would’ve at least asked me to help you pick out a ring,” María said in a joking tone, still not sure if Alexia was joking or not.

“Or even me,” this time Irene spoke up. “We all know you're terrible at picking out those kinds of things, or that you'll be really indecisive.”

Alexia thought about it for a while, they were right, when it came to gifts for her Omega, she was very indecisive.

“Don’t worry, Capi, Tana and I will go with you so you can find the perfect ring for your girl,” Patri gave Ale a light pat on the shoulder.

“I’ll go help you too, Ale!” Mapi quickly stood up from where she had been sitting, stretching her legs. “Don’t worry, your best friend will help you find the best wedding ring so you’ll have the best marriage.”

“Shh, María!” Ingrid gave her a tap on the neck when she heard her girlfriend shout. “She trains here too, she can hear you,” she scolded, making her sit back down. And as if by magic (or maybe Ingrid invoked Y/N with her Nordic powers), the Omega entered the locker room while laughing with Caro and Ona.

When she entered and didn’t say anything, all the people who had been there before let out a relieved sigh.

She knew that if María felt pressured, she would spill the whole truth, and that was where her fear and anger came from.

“Who’s getting married? I heard María shouting she’s going to make someone have the best marriage.”

Automatically, everyone turned to look at María, some annoyed, others shaking their heads, gently disapproving. The last ones to enter were confused. Alexia was another matter; she was teetering between panic and anger.

“Ehhh… Nobody, Y/N, I… was talking about Caro and Marta’s wedding, yes, that wedding,” María looked nervous as she spoke, letting out small laughs and scratching her neck. Y/N had learned to read each of her teammates, and María was no exception.

“Me?” Caro turned to look at Marta with her characteristic furrowed brow but with a confused look and tone, raising one eyebrow at Marta, waiting for an answer.

“Yes! Exactly! We didn’t know if it was the right time to announce the news, but Caro and I are thinking of getting married maybe this year, aren’t we, darling?” Marta spoke quickly, walking over to Caro and putting her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders. “Thanks for ruining the news and the surprise, María,” her tone showed some scolding before whispering in her girlfriend’s ear about why she had behaved that way. Caroline understood the situation immediately.

“Congratulations, girls,” Y/N gave them a sincere smile, not realizing it was a lie. She walked over to Marta and wrapped her arms around her. “I’m so happy you decided to take the next step, Torre,” she placed a kiss on Marta’s cheek and then moved toward Alexia, who was still standing in the same spot, arms tense by her sides, looking nervous and guilty, something that seemed extremely strange to Y/N.

When she reached her Alpha, she rested one hand on Alexia’s forearm, leaving soft caresses. “Everything okay, darling? You look a bit… off, and that worries me.”

Slowly, Alexia turned her gaze toward her girlfriend, who was a few centimeters shorter, giving her a gentle and loving smile. “It’s nothing, just still processing that Marta proposed to Caroline,” she said softly.

“Alexia Putellas Segura, you’d better decide on a damn ring soon if you don’t want me to break your leg,” it was the fourth time Patri had said the same thing.

The quartet had gathered to start looking at ring options after having coffee to properly wake up.

Alexia had already taken them to at least three different stores. By the seventh, Patri was the one who started bothering her about a break, it was already lunchtime and they hadn’t eaten since 9 in the morning.

With annoyed sighs, Alexia followed them to a restaurant to have lunch and then continue with the search.

“Why are you taking so long to choose? All the rings we’ve seen have been beautiful, some weren’t expensive and they were gorgeous,” María started speaking in a complaining tone since her feet hurt from all the walking. Funny, she was a world-class athlete and couldn’t stand up for more than 3 hours.

“I don’t care if they’re expensive—”

Before Alexia could finish her thought, Aitana interrupted her.

“Of course, she doesn’t care about the money, Alexia must be making at least 2 million euros,” everyone sitting at the table started laughing at Aitana’s words while Alexia just smiled politely.

“I wasn’t talking about that, I just—” she fell silent for a moment, staring at the glass she held between her fingers. “I really don’t care about spending all my money on her, she’s worth it. She makes me want to be better, not just as an athlete, but also as a person, as just Alexia and not the famous footballer Alexia… I want to find the perfect ring for her because she deserves it. She deserves a ring as beautiful as she is, something that tries to capture how perfect Y/N is in every way.”

When she finished speaking, she lifted her gaze from the glass and saw the reactions of the girls, which ranged from tenderness to playful teasing, in a good way.

“God, Ale, Y/N really has you in love, I never thought you’d be so cheesy. What’s next? A marriage proposal on the beach with the sunset in the background?” María and Patri started laughing while Aitana grabbed her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “Don’t listen to these idiots, I think what you want is really beautiful, Ale,” she finished with a soft smile, then let go of her hand.

Alexia knew it would be a difficult day just by going with Patri and María; she would have to endure their teasing and jokes as if they were a couple of puppies, but she knew it would be that way because, deep down, she had known them since they were young alphas, almost pups. That was the only reason she put up with them all day, which took her to find the perfect ring.

It wasn’t too thick, but not too thin, it was perfect for showing off her Omega’s beautiful hands. It had small, pretty stones in a light blue color, mimicking the color of her eyes, and the band was gold, the best for her woman.

As soon as she saw it, she felt the same as when she first saw Y/N, that love-at-first-sight feeling again, and she knew that was the one. She had to take it.

After paying, amid jokes from the young alphas and the vendor’s endless questions (which she ignored since they were for making other details on the ring that she knew would ruin its beauty), they finally headed home.

“Do you know how and where you’re going to propose? Is it going to be on the beach? After a match? When we win a cup, in front of everyone? Or at a family lunch? If it’s the last, you better invite us. Or will you go to her city to ask her father for her hand and then propose there? That would be romantic, just the way you want everything,” María couldn’t stop throwing out ideas, speaking quickly, making the other three feel dizzy.

“María, shut the hell up, please,” Alexia told her, making her stop. “I still don’t know where, I think I’ll figure that out in the moment. If I think about it too much beforehand, I’ll get nervous and mess it up.”

And with that, each of them headed to their respective apartments. As Alexia thought about a situation that would be beautiful and comfortable for both of them, wondering if she would propose at that moment or not, she quickly arrived at her apartment, where she hid the ring. Y/N would be coming home late since she had gone out with Frido, Ingrid, and Esme, and she didn’t know what time she’d be back.

It was already late when Alexia entered the room she shared with Y/N. She quickly walked to the closet, looking for a place to hide the newly bought ring. She considered putting it among the training clothes, but she knew that Y/N often checked that drawer when she couldn’t find her clothes (which happened quite often). The drawer with their underwear could be a good option, at the back, since Y/N only opened that drawer when she decided to use her sports tops to sleep or go out training with the girls. The drawer with the pants and T-shirts was a shared space between them.

In the end, she chose the linen drawer. Y/N wasn’t a fan of making the bed, so she never searched in that spot.

Alexia brought a small stool to reach the back of the drawer. She placed the ring box deep inside, making sure it wasn’t visible and would be hard to find. After confirming it was well hidden, she returned the stool to its original place.

About half an hour later, Y/N finally arrived at the apartment. She struggled to put her keys on the table by the entrance, then took off her shoes and headed straight to the living room where Alexia was sitting, watching a match with her legs stretched out on the coffee table.

Y/N dropped the bags at the side of the sofa and slowly walked over to Alexia, sitting on her lap. Alexia immediately shifted her attention to her Omega, resting her hands on her thighs, savoring the sensation of Y/N’s skin against hers.

"How was it, sweetheart? What did you do with the girls?" Alexia's voice was soft and sweet, accompanied by a loving gaze. Y/N, on the other hand, had a glimmer in her eyes, possibly from the two glasses of wine she had with the girls before heading home or just from being with her Alpha again. Alexia loved seeing that expression on her Omega's face.

"It was good, I had a great time, but I missed you so much. I don’t like being out on the street without your scent," Y/N said, her lips curling into a cute pout. She placed her hands on Alexia’s shoulders, gently massaging them.

"Mmm… I missed you too today, sweetheart," Alexia let out a small moan from the deep of her throat as Y/N’s hands worked on her shoulders. "But I’m glad you had fun, love."

Y/N smiled, satisfied with Alexia's reaction. She leaned forward slightly, brushing her nose against Alexia's. Enjoying the contact, she whispered, "I don’t like being away from you for too long... it feels strange."

Alexia slid her hands down to Y/N’s waist and gently pulled her closer. "I know, love. I feel the same. But I like when you come back like this, needing me."

Y/N chuckled softly and lowered her head to Alexia’s neck, rubbing her nose against her warm skin. "Let me stay like this for a while… I want to soak in your scent."

"You know… I can fill you with my scent in another way," Alexia said, her hands moving to Y/N's rear. When Y/N felt her hands, she jumped slightly.

As the night went on, between caresses and kisses, Alexia took the lead and led her Omega to the bedroom. Their bodies intertwined in a dance of love and desire, where every touch and whisper reaffirmed how much they needed each other.

At the peak of their passion, as Y/N reached orgasm, Alexia paused. Her eyes burned with emotion and vulnerability. "Marry me," she whispered against Y/N’s lips, her breath shallow, her heart pounding.

Y/N, stunned by the moment, took a few seconds to process what she had heard. But seeing the sincerity in her Alpha's eyes, a smile spread across her lips. "Yes," she replied without hesitation, sealing her answer with a deep kiss.

That night was long, marking not only the beginning of a new chapter in their lives but also sealing the promise with the long-awaited mark that the Omega had always desired.

Time flew by, and the wedding day arrived. The ceremony was a reflection of their love: intimate yet full of emotion. Close family and friends gathered to celebrate their union, in an environment decorated with warm lights and white flowers.

When Alexia saw Y/N walk toward her in a flawless dress with a radiant smile, she felt her heart stop for a moment. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered when she stood in front of her, as happy tears threatened to escape her eyes.

The vows were sincere, full of promises of eternal love and unconditional support. When they finally kissed, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers, celebrating the start of their new life together.

As they enjoyed the post-wedding reception, María could be heard offering words of support to her best friend and ex-sister-in-law, followed by an emotional Alba and Eli, who still couldn’t believe that their Alexia had gotten married, officially no longer being their little alpha. The afternoon passed quickly with laughter and celebrations with their family and teammates. Y/N and Alexia enjoyed the day like never before, it was gratifying to see how all their loved ones had gathered to celebrate this important day for both of them.

The honeymoon was the perfect escape. A private villa in Ibiza, white sand, crystal-clear sea, and just the two of them. The first night together as wives was even more special than any other moment they had shared.

Alexia carried Y/N in her arms to the bed of the luxurious bungalow. “Now you’re officially mine forever,” she whispered with a hoarse voice, leaving kisses on her neck.

“I’ve always been yours,” Y/N responded, sighing as she felt her Alpha’s touch on her skin.

Under the soft moonlight filtering through the window, they made love with passion and devotion. Every touch, every moan, every kiss was a renewed promise of eternal love. Alexia adored every part of her Omega’s body, marking her as hers once again. Y/N gave herself completely, letting her Alpha guide her through a night of unmatched pleasure and tenderness.

After several hours of intense love, they lay embraced under the sheets, their bodies still glistening with sweat and their breathing labored. Alexia absentmindedly caressed Y/N’s belly, while she hid her face in the neck of her Alpha, enjoying the warmth and scent of her wife.

The connection between them felt stronger than ever, perhaps due to their recent union, but both of them enjoyed it.

When they finally lay embraced under the sheets, Alexia kissed her Omega’s forehead and smiled. “This is just the first night of a lifetime together.”

Y/N closed her eyes, savoring the sense of security in her wife’s arms. “I never want this to end.”

After about four hours of deep sleep, Y/N was the first to get up from the bed to use the bathroom, where she calmly took care of her needs.

When she came out of the bathroom, she veered toward the living room, where she carefully placed a box on the kitchen countertop (a countertop that both she and Alexia had wanted to try together). After arranging everything neatly, she returned to the bedroom, snuggling once more into her Alpha’s arms and fell back into a deep sleep.

Around 11 a.m., Alexia got up, determined to make breakfast for her Omega. She wanted to take care of her and spoil her. Slowly, she pulled away from her now-wife and walked to the bathroom to do her routine.

She headed downstairs to the kitchen, being quiet so as not to disturb her wife’s sleep, and searched the fridge for something to make for breakfast. When she turned to grab some plates, she noticed a box on the lower countertop that she remembered not having seen the previous day when they arrived. Curious, she picked it up and checked it, thinking that perhaps the villa had sent them a gift.

Her surprise was immense when she opened the box and the first thing she saw was a small Barcelona shirt with the number 28, and above the number, it said “PUTELLAS.” Beneath it, there was a small note with a clear message: “Felicidades Mami,” and attached to it, a positive pregnancy test.

Y/N was expecting a baby.

Her baby.

I hope you enjoy it and that you liked it. Sorry for the delay, a lot has happened.

The next story is about Ingrid, Mapi, and Reader.

Tell me if there is any mistake and I will correct it.

Bon dia, bona tarda o bona nit <3

[l-starsz]

Hi, I have a request if you’re interested. What if Billie and reader are dating and reader gets jealous of Billie’s friendship with Quen and Odessa after seeing them at Coachella and excuses Billie of cheating. A bunch of angst and insecurity.

a/n: i hope this is sort of what you were thinkinggg, this was fun to write:)

i watched from afar. they were all over her. and she seemed just as interested. my eyebrows furrowed as my eyes stayed glued to the three of them. she stuck by quen, then moved so that she was pressed up against odessa, before going back over to quen again.

to say i was jealous would be an understatement. billie was mine. i knew that they all had a very close friendship, and billie was pretty touchy with her friends, but tonight just felt different. they were in front of so many people. i wondered if she’d decided that they were better than me. they were funnier, and prettier, and most definitely easier to be around. my heart ached. i knew billie wouldn’t do that to me though.

i tried to tell myself that she would never do that, but the thoughts were invading my mind. tears filled my eyes as i stormed away. i didn’t know where i was going. i just needed to be away. i walked for a few minutes before the tears were blurring my vision and i was sliding down a wall until i was sat on the ground. my legs were pulled up to my chest, head buried in my knees as i sobbed.

she couldn’t leave me. i loved her so much. but they looked so close, and she looked so happy with them. it felt like i’d been sat there for hours before i felt my phone buzzing. i tired to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop. i pulled it from the pocket of my shorts, looking through my blurry vision and somehow making out that billie was calling me.

all i was thinking about was how she deserved better than me, so i ignored the call. i obviously wanted to talk to her, but i just couldn’t. i hid my face against my knees again, keeping my face hidden and blocking out the noise around me as i put my headphones in. i could barely hear anything at that point, i could just hear my cries, and my music. every so often the faint noises around me.

i was completely in my own world when i felt a gentle hand on my knee. i almost screamed, but when i opened my eyes, i could see billie crouched in from of me with a worried expression on her face. she could see the tears running down my face, my makeup completely ruined by this point. i took the headphones from my ears to hear her speak.

“baby..”

more tears fell from my eyes as i heard her gentle voice. how could i ever doubt her love for me?

“what happened? talk to me, love.” she reached her hand over towards my face, but i looked away.

“i.. it’s just..” i sighed. i knew she loved me. i knew that she wasn’t leaving me. but why couldn’t i get rid of the thought.

“take your time. i’ve got you. did i do something?”

“did you kiss them? how close did you get to them?” i spoke quietly. i couldn’t hold it in anymore i needed her to tell me. tell me if she wanted them or not.

“who, baby? you’re the only girl i want to kiss. the only one i want to be as close as possible to.” she whispered, reaching towards my face again and turning my head so that i was looking at her.

“quen and odessa. do you like them? either of them?”

her eyes softened, but i could see the confusion in her face. i was scared she’d get mad at me. but she didn’t. she cupped both of my cheeks, wiping away the tears that were still steadily flowing down my cheeks. i practically melted into her touch. i wanted to back away, to be mad, but i didn’t know why i was mad. i had no reason to be mad.

she looked slightly worried as i pouted and my bottom lip wobbled.

“don’t cry pretty girl. you’re the only one i like. only one i love. i’m here always. no one can compare to you, angel. ever.”

i cried harder, practically launching myself forwards into her arms. i buried my makeup stained face in her neck, holding on tight to her as if she was about to disappear. she just held me close, stroking up and down my back. i was sat on her lap, grasping onto her shirt and trying to slow my breathing.

when i finally settled down and was just sniffling against her, not loosening my hold on her shirt. her hand was still moving along my back.

“i’m sorry.” i whispered, “i’m so sorry billie.”

“shhh, i’ve got you my love. you don’t need to be sorry.” she placed kisses against the top of my head.

“i’m sorry bil.” i mumbled anyway, “i love you so much.”

“i love you more my angel. more than anything in the world.”

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

I dunno if any of y’all have heard about the book Daddy’s Little Toy by Lauren Tesolin-Mastrosa (under the pen name Tori Woods), but if you haven’t, here’s the synopsis and the pics of the cover/back —

“Daddy's Toy is a loose retelling of Cinderella, where Lucy's family are neglectful and cruel. As Lucy grows up she finds herself attracted to her father's best friend. Little does she know that Arthur feels the same way. Together, they explore a daddy and little girl relationship, falling hard and fast for each other. Daddy loves spoiling his little toy and treating her like the princess she is. Happily ever after guaranteed, with extra sparkles and unicorns.”

Basically, this Australian woman released this book, and within days, she pulled it and deleted all her socials because of the harassment she was getting. Why was she being harassed? Because the male character had known the female character since she was three, and groomed her. Keep in mind, these are fictional characters. 

(There is also a rumor that, in her dedication, she wrote something along the lines of “I’ll never be able to see my children the same way”, but I haven’t been able to find any screenshots or really any proof of that.)

Then she was arrested. Again, she lives in Australia, and laws regarding fiction are notoriously strict there, so her book was deemed CSAM, and she was arrested for possessing, producing, and disseminating CSAM. 

She has also been let go from her place of work. Again, all this over fiction. 

I shouldn’t have to say that harassing, doxxing, and threatening to call CPS on someone for writing a book is wrong, we should all know this, but I guess we don’t. It’s wrong. You can say that the content of the book is disgusting, weird, whatever, but the sheer amount of people across all social media platforms I’ve seen not only agree with the arrest, but applaud it is both baffling and frightening.

I do not care if it’s glorifying, romanticizing, or fetishizing anything, because it’s fiction, and no one was hurt. I do not care that it was written as dark romance instead of splatterpunk/extreme horror, because you still have the duty, as a reader, to look at the back of the book or read a synopsis online and decide for yourself if it’s something you’d like to read, or if it’s something that will upset you. I don’t care how disgusting a book is, **arresting someone over any kind of fiction is bad**. It *legally* being CSAM in Australia doesn’t mean that’s a good or just law, and anyway, we shouldn’t be conflating legality with morality. 

I don’t know that I’d go the full nine yards and say it’s censorship, because she decided to pull it (granted, under threats of CPS and the police being called), but now that she’s been arrested, it’s pretty damn close to being censorship. 

We, as a society, NEED to come to the realization that written words or drawn pictures don’t harm anyone, because, like it or not, censorship is not a scalpel, it’s a shotgun. It’s just not pointed at you yet.

I’m also tired of seeing so many people acting like the Americans joining in on the debate are too “freedom-focused” because our laws aren’t so draconian (yet, anyway) that we don’t arrest people over fiction. Australia being too police state-y is not a good thing.

How can you, in good conscience, celebrate a woman being arrested, losing her job, losing her hobby, and potentially having to deal with CPS in the future, all over a book she wrote with original, fictional characters? Why would you ever want to target OTHER creators as well, and have them potentially face the same undeserved and unnecessary backlash, again, over fiction?

What the fuck is wrong with you so-called “normal people” that you care more about the characters and tropes these people write about, than the innocent lives you’re directly ruining, that you’d advocate for censorship, that you’d call for the death of someone?

[grandmaster-paradox]

I would go so far as to say Obi-Wan was significantly closer to Cody than either Padmé or (especially) Satine?

I’m not saying he didn’t love both women as well. However, Satine always felt like she came out of left field to me - more a teen romance that remained on a pedestal and didn’t mature with age rather than his greatest love interest. And there was definitely love and respect between him and Padmé but from what I’ve seen/read I’m not sure how close they actually were? Between how short a time they actually knew each other (it’s implied in the second movie that they hadn’t seen each other in ten years and then the war happened) and their respective jobs keeping them focused on other things, they didn’t seem to have that much time to actually get to know one another, personally. Plus, Padmé a was always with Anakin when she was with a Jedi.

(Related, I’d assume there were Jedi he was closer to than either of those two (in fact, why wasn’t Ashoka on that list? He never got confirmation that she survived, did he?) so why wasn’t anyone else on that list?).

Compare that to OnI-Wan’s relationship with the clones - Commander Cody in particular but not exclusively. They lived together, they worked together, they fought and bled and died together. They learned to rely on each other and trust each other. Whether you want to look at things with ship goggles on or not, there is a bond there that would be so much stronger than anything Obi-Wan would have with either Padmé or Satine.

In fact, given the hierarchical and parental/guardian nature of his relationships with both Anakin and Qui-Gon, there’s a good argument Cody in particular was the closest Obi-Wan ever had to a long-term work partner who was his equal. Yes, he out ranked Cody as a High General, but he also out ranked very nearly everyone he worked with during the war as well (ever seen one of those scales that showed just how hilariously much Obi-Wan outranked Anakin as General of a Systems Army compared to Anakin’s single battalion?). As Marshall Commander, Cody was at the highest ranking a clone could get - so far as I can tell - and it’s obvious in the show that he has a lot of freedom and authority to work with. And also that Obi-Wan trusts and relies on him to use that authority as needed.

There’s no chance they weren’t extremely close - friends, lovers, brothers, however you want to look at it, it doesn’t really matter. The point is the bond between them, not the nature of that bond.

Clone erasure - Cody erasure - by Star Wars authors is incredibly meta in a weird way that I’m not sure how to articulate but it both depresses me and pisses me off. In-story, most of the Galaxy sees the clones as little more than a single monolith made up of millions of interchangeable parts - no single one of which is of any particular value. We, the audience, get to know individual clones as the singular entities they are - with their unique personalities, relationships, hopes, dreams, and more - so we know better. We love the clones individually. Yet somehow, many official SW authors fall into the same trap as the in-universe characters who dismiss the clones’ importance as people effecting the story rather than objects being effected and ignore their relationships to the main characters* entirely. I’m not sure what that says about these authors - I’m not sure it says anything at all - but given how the SW fandom has long cottoned on to the slave-army implications inherent with the clones very existence, being so quick to dismiss or ignore them to highlight more “important” or “unique” characters is rather disturbing.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this. This whole post is a rambling mess. I’m sorry.

* I asterisk because I see Satine more as an object affecting things than many of the clones. Even in the episode she’s in, she’s a plot device more than a person - though she was somewhat better in the ya novel. Yet somehow Satine gets to be a named character in Obi-Wan’s list of lost loved ones while no clones - better fleshed out characters within the story - are named. It’s baffling.

I've been seeing this quote from the Claudia Gray line from "Master and Apprentice" go around:

Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved—Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself—came to a terrible end.

And, like, okay, maybe unreliable narrator, but. Tell me you don't know any combat veterans without telling me you don't know any combat veterans.

Because after three years of war, Obi-Wan is going to truly love at least some of his men to the same level as he loves those four.

Christopher Cantwell's Obi-Wan comic gets it. Three of the five issues — which cover more than just the Clone War — show how deeply Obi-Wan cares about the clone troopers he led and served with. And, ahem, how he misses Cody to this day, to be precise.

And, if I'm allowed to get a little "conspiracy Charlie" meme, if "so it goes with my friends, it seems" refers to Anakin also trying to kill him, then Obi-Wan puts his relationship with Cody on the same level as his relationship to Anakin, ergo canonically Obi-Wan also loved Cody in his own way. QED.

[gpcwsl]

Leah Williamson x Reader

Stranger

WC: 2.2k+

MasterList

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability and personal health struggles (endometriosis), Unsolicited contact with a stranger, Developing an emotional connection with an unknown person, Text-based conversations leading to a sense of attachment, Feelings of loneliness and seeking comfort from someone unfamiliar, Growing attraction and emotional conflict in an online conversation, short?

Song: Accidentally in love - Counting Crows

Leah Williamson was lying on her bed, staring at her phone. Her cramps were relentless tonight—worse than usual—and she felt like curling up into herself and disappearing. But she needed to talk to someone, and Beth Mead was usually the first person she’d go to.

Leah: Meado, I need you.

She hit send and let out a slow breath, pressing the heel of her hand against her stomach. A few seconds later, her phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: Who’s this?

Leah frowned. Beth wasn’t the type to mess around when she knew Leah wasn’t feeling great.

Leah: Haha, very funny. It’s me, idiot.

A moment passed before another text came through.

Unknown Number: I think you’ve got the wrong number.

Leah sat up a little, confusion cutting through the pain. Then, it hit her—Beth had changed her number a few weeks ago. She’d mentioned it in passing, but Leah had been too distracted to save it.

Leah: Oh. Right. Sorry.

Unknown Number: No worries. Hope you find who you’re looking for.

Leah should’ve left it at that, but something made her pause. Maybe it was the fact that she was feeling miserable, or maybe it was because this stranger didn’t just ignore her. Instead, they answered.

Unknown Number: You okay?

Leah hesitated. This was ridiculous. She didn’t even know this person. But at the same time… she’d started the conversation. And right now, she just wanted someone to listen.

Leah: Not really.

Unknown Number: Want to talk about it?

Leah chewed on her lip. Then, almost against her better judgment, she typed:

Leah: You wouldn’t get it unless you’re a woman.

There was a short pause.

Unknown Number: I’m a woman.

Leah let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Leah: I have endometriosis. Flare-ups are hell, and I don’t want to be alone right now.

She didn’t know why she told her that. She could’ve just said she had bad cramps and left it at that. But something about texting a stranger made it easier. There was no pity, no awkwardness—just words on a screen.

Unknown Number: I’m really sorry you’re going through that. That sounds awful.

Leah swallowed.

Leah: It is.

Unknown Number: I’d offer to be there, but I don’t think you’d be okay meeting me. Maybe text your friend?

Leah sighed. She could, but Beth was probably asleep by now.

Leah: Yeah. Maybe.

Unknown Number: Well, it was nice talking to you. Hope you feel better soon, whoever you are.

Leah stared at the screen. She didn’t even know this person’s name, but for some reason, she didn’t want the conversation to end.

Leah: Wait.

A few seconds passed. Then, a reply:

Unknown Number: Yeah?

Leah hesitated, then typed.

Leah: What’s your name?

Leah stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard as she debated whether to keep the conversation going. There was something about this stranger—something that made her feel at ease, even though she had no idea who she was. And it was comforting, in a way, to talk to someone who didn’t have any expectations.

Unknown Number: If you really want to know my name… well, I’m a stranger. I’m not sure why you’d want to know that.

Leah read the message, chewing on her lip. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she wanted to keep talking.

Leah: Maybe, since you don’t sound like a creep, we can keep in touch. You seem like a good person, and I’d love to have you around—even if you’re a stranger.

There was a short pause before the stranger replied.

Unknown Number: I’m glad to hear that. But, if we’re being honest, I think you should tell me your name first.

Leah hesitated, her heart picking up speed. She wasn’t sure why it felt so important, but for some reason, it did. Maybe because she didn’t want to seem like a stranger anymore, even if that was all she really was to this person.

She typed quickly, before she could second-guess herself.

Leah: It’s Leah Williamson.

There was a longer pause this time. Leah didn’t know if she should be nervous or relieved. She stared at the screen, waiting for the stranger’s response, the silence hanging in the air like a heavy weight.

Then, finally, a message came through.

Unknown Number: Oh, I’ve been talking to Leah Williamson this whole time?

Leah’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected it to be so… blunt. She felt the familiar nerves creeping up her spine.

Leah: Yeah, I guess you have. But don’t worry, I’m not one of those celebrities who goes around acting all important. I’m just… me.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately with the reply.

Unknown Number: No worries, Leah. I’m not one of those fans who goes crazy and asks for autographs. Promise.

Leah chuckled softly at that, feeling her shoulders relax. It was nice to be treated like a person, not just the public figure people assumed her to be.

Leah: Well, in that case, I feel better.

Unknown Number: I’m glad. I’m Y/n Y/l/n, by the way.

Leah smiled, feeling the weight of the conversation shift again.

Leah: Nice to meet you, Y/n.

Y/n: Nice to meet you too, Leah.

It was funny—how quickly she felt like she could be herself around this stranger, despite the distance between them. Leah glanced at her phone one last time, wondering where this unexpected connection could lead.

As the conversation with Y/n continued, Leah found herself completely immersed in it. The dull ache in her stomach that had been bothering her all evening slowly faded into the background. She wasn’t focused on her cramps anymore, not with how engaging the conversation had become. Y/n’s messages were thoughtful, funny, and easy to talk to, and for the first time in hours, Leah didn’t feel like she was completely alone.

They were talking about everything—random topics that made Leah laugh and moments that seemed so normal, so easy. Y/n’s humor was quick and clever, and Leah found herself smiling without even realizing it. She was lying back on her bed, her phone in her hand, and it felt so natural, like they had been talking for years, not just a few hours.

Then, Y/n sent something that made Leah laugh aloud, really laugh, for the first time all night.

Y/n: I once tried to make pancakes for breakfast. They turned into an unintentional flatbread instead. I swear, I’m not cut out for anything that requires a skillet.

Leah’s smile widened, and she covered her mouth in a soft chuckle. It was just so funny.

But suddenly, as the laugh died down, a wave of realization hit her. She sat up a little, shaking her head slightly. Why was she so happy?

Leah (thinking to herself): Y/n is just a stranger. You just met her over a text—why are you feeling like this?

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to pull herself back to reality, but the warmth of the conversation lingered, and that feeling in her chest wouldn’t go away.

Just then, Leah’s phone buzzed again. The message popped up, and her heart gave a little jolt.

Y/n: Hey, you okay? Is it just your pains?

Leah blinked, instantly feeling a pang of guilt. She hadn’t told Y/n the full truth about how bad her flare-up had been. She wasn’t sure why it mattered, but there was something in the way Y/n asked, something caring and attentive, that made Leah hesitate.

Leah quickly typed a response, hoping to deflect and keep things light.

Leah: Yeah, just the pains. Nothing I can’t handle.

She hit send and stared at the screen for a moment, her stomach still aching, but she forced herself to push it aside. Y/n didn’t need to know how bad it really was.

Y/n: Rest up, then. You need to take care of yourself.

Leah read the message twice, the concern in Y/n’s words wrapping around her like a warm blanket. She didn’t know why, but something about Y/n’s kindness made her heart flutter a little.

Leah (thinking to herself): Why does she care about me? I’m just some random person to her.

But deep down, Leah couldn’t ignore the feeling gnawing at her. Maybe she wasn’t just a random person anymore. Maybe she was someone Y/n genuinely wanted to help. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t mind that at all.

The next morning, Leah walked into training with a lightness in her step that wasn’t just because the pain from her flare-up had finally subsided. No, it was something else—a feeling she couldn’t quite shake. She couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n. The conversation from last night, the way Y/n had been so kind, so effortlessly genuine. It was the first time in a while that Leah had felt so… comfortable in her own skin.

Leah’s mind wandered as she jogged through her warm-up, the thoughts of Y/n making her smile, even if she tried to hide it. A part of her felt guilty for smiling at something so trivial—after all, it was just a text conversation, right? But another part of her couldn’t help it. Y/n had been so caring and understanding, and for once, Leah didn’t feel like she was just the player or the professional. She felt like a real person.

In the changing room, Leah sat down on the bench, tying her boots, the hum of conversation around her fading into the background. She was lost in her thoughts again, her fingers working at the laces without thinking.

Then, her phone dinged.

Leah glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Y/n’s name pop up. Her stomach did a little flip, and before she could think, her hand shot out to grab the phone. She wasn’t even aware of how quickly she reached for it, but the instant her fingers closed around the device, she knocked something off the bench.

“Ow! What the hell, Leah?” Katie McCabe yelled from beside her, clutching her foot.

Leah barely even registered it, her eyes glued to the message from Y/n.

Y/n: Hey Leah, hope you had some sleep. Assuming you’re training today. Hope you’re feeling better.

Leah’s heart fluttered. She read it again, just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it.

Y/n: Hope you’re feeling better.

The words were simple, but they hit her in a way she didn’t expect. Leah blinked, finally aware that Katie was still rubbing her foot beside her.

“Sorry, Katie,” Leah muttered, not really paying attention as she read the message one more time.

Katie raised an eyebrow. “You good, Lee? You’ve got that look on your face again.”

Leah barely heard her, her mind still caught up in the text she was holding.

Leah (thinking to herself): Why does she care about me? It’s just a text. But it feels like… so much more.

She shook her head slightly, trying to focus back on the present. But all she could think about now was what Y/n had said. It wasn’t just polite—it was genuine, warm.

Leah didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t want it to stop.

The rest of training passed in a blur for Leah. She tried to focus, to keep her head in the game, but her thoughts kept wandering back to Y/n. Every time she received a pass or made a play, her mind would drift back to her phone, to the message Y/n had sent, to that feeling of someone truly caring about her.

After training, Leah pulled her phone out as she was walking to the locker room. There was another message from Y/n.

Y/n: How was training? Hope it went well. I know how hard you work.

Leah smiled to herself as she typed back quickly, not even bothering to think about it too much.

Leah: It went well. Got through it, thanks for checking in.

She paused before hitting send, chewing her lip. There was a part of her that wanted to say more. A part of her that wanted to tell Y/n how much she’d appreciated the kindness she’d shown, how much her texts had meant. But she stopped herself. It was just a few messages. She couldn’t let herself get carried away.

Leah: How about you? How’s your day going?

The response came almost immediately.

Y/n: Busy, but not too bad. Glad to hear you’re doing well. Maybe we can chat again later?

Leah grinned, her heart doing that strange little flutter again.

Leah: Yeah, I’d like that.

As she slipped her phone back into her bag, Leah couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. She didn’t know where this connection with Y/n was going, but for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t afraid to see where it might lead.

Leah (thinking to herself): Maybe it’s just a wrong number. But sometimes, the wrong number can turn into something really right.

And with that, Leah left the training ground, her mind already anticipating the next conversation, and whatever this unexpected connection with Y/n might become.

[spicycinnabun]

If you’re still doing the make me write, I’d love a bite of a werewolf au!

🐺

It seems I will be doing this make me write into april, so yes! haha. here you go! hope you enjoy.

Tommy handed Buck his number. He’d scribbled it down on the back of a receipt. “In case you need me. Or if you just want to talk, wolf to wolf.”

“Thanks.” Buck put it in the kangaroo pocket of his (Tommy’s) hoodie. “You won’t mind if I hound you with texts?”

“No, but I might ghost you if you send me dog jokes.”

Buck laughed. “Sorry. I won’t. I think Chim is rubbing off on me. He’s the biggest culprit when it comes to those.”

Tommy looked surprised by that. “They know about you at work?”

“Yeah. Didn’t take long for the wolf to come out of the cave,” Buck admitted. “Besides the fact I’m not so great at keeping secrets, I accidentally wolfed out in front of Eddie—my best friend—and his son. That was back when I didn’t have much control over my shift.” He would never forget Eddie’s initial reaction: shock, horror, fear, and how he’d shielded Chris from Buck like Buck was a danger to him. 

Tommy made a sympathetic noise. 

Buck cleared his throat, shaking the memory away. “Luckily, things are good now. But you never told them?”

“No. Just Bobby,” Tommy said with a shrug, “and that wasn’t by choice. I’ve always been very careful, but he put the pieces together somehow. I was trading shifts to avoid working the full. He found that pattern.”

Buck hummed. “Yeah, Cap is perceptive.” 

Still, that sounded pretty lonely. Hell, Buck was lonely—a bone-deep, inescapable, all-consuming lonely—and he had multiple people who knew about his curse. Who did Tommy have?

“You don’t need to look at me like that. It’s fine. The fewer humans who know, the better. Trust me.”

Buck wasn’t sure if it was fine, but it wasn’t his place to call it out. 

Driven by an impulsive need to be close one last time, Buck unbuckled himself and leaned across the console, hugging Tommy goodbye.

Tommy stiffened for a moment before relaxing, arms wrapping around Buck. Buck heard his heart stumble. Tommy’s nose pressed against his scent gland, rubbing and nuzzling. Scent marking him. 

“Thanks for everything, Alpha. I—I don’t know how I can repay you,” Buck said. His face burned as they reluctantly withdrew from each other, his wolf supplying him with a few less than innocent ideas. 

“There’s nothing to repay.” He was shocked to find Tommy’s eyes glowing red, his voice rough. His heart was still beating off-kilter. Buck’s was, too. “I liked taking care of you.”

Nobody had ever said that to Buck before. Not even Maddie.

Buck ducked his head for a moment too long before glancing up. “Keep safe.” 

In general, he meant, in their line of work—but he was also concerned about those hunters. What if they came back, but in a larger group? What if Tommy was ambushed? 

“Always do, pup.”

Buck grabbed the door handle. Nearly missed it, flustered again. It almost felt like a force was pushing against him, growling stay, making it hard to get out of the truck. 

His feet hit the pavement, and his heels dragged heavy as he walked toward his Jeep. He glanced over his shoulder. Waved.

Tommy smiled at him. Lifted a few fingers off the wheel. His eyes were still red. His truck idled there until Buck was in his driver’s seat. 

They drove away in separate directions.

⏾

Only later, when Buck was back in his quiet, empty loft, laying in bed replaying their interaction, did he realize he’d called Tommy Alpha—and not just in his head. Out loud.

Like Tommy was the leader of his pack. Like he belonged to Tommy. 

Wolves moved fast, but that was way too fast. Despite how Tommy had cared for him, Buck doubted the guy was ready for him like that. He’d only had to handle Buck for a few days.

Buck took the receipt out of his pocket and smoothed it out, looking at the numbers. Tommy’s penmanship was sharp, almost elegant. 

Buck picked up his phone. It had been completely dead, of course, and he’d had to charge it. He was slightly disappointed by the lack of notifications when he powered it on. He thought someone might have checked in on him. 

Though it wasn’t a full moon, and he was still on his ninety-six. He guessed they had no reason to think of him or wonder why he’d gone dark.

Buck added Tommy’s number to his contacts, adding a paw print emoji by his name.

It’s Evan, he texted. At my place now. In bed.

He wasn’t sure why he reported that info—as if it mattered to Tommy where he was or what he was doing. Maybe he should’ve waited a while to send a message. But if Tommy got into trouble, at least he’d have Buck’s number.

His phone lit up.

Good to know. Sweet dreams, Evan.

Buck pulled the hoodie over his head and curled up, giving himself more scent coverage. He would have to shower in the morning before work, washing Tommy away. 

He doubted his dreams would be sweet, yet he remained optimistic. The reprieve from the nightmares had been unbelievable, and he had the Alpha to thank for that. He actually felt rested.

You too, he sent. Good night. :)

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (11)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I’m really sorry if this part sucks. I really tried my best. Also I’m sorry I didn’t get to tag people, I was in a rush and didn’t have enough time to check I wasn’t missing anyone and ended up giving up.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 10 // MASTERLIST

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 11) — NYC

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yourinstagram well hello hello. its two am and im still awake bc i was hanging out with my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend celebrating the end of another wonderful and amazing very real show <3 i thought i’d let you know since apparently what truly happens in nashville is the new online entertainment now. also fyi today i was allowed to leave my hotel room and i also behaved very politely and didnt run outside to cry. a real angel, i’d say. its too bad my attempts to fake date harry styles didnt work, tho. i mean i thought it was a great and innovative plan tbh but as you might’ve read already he officially called things off so that’s all gone now. boohoo. im not sure what im supposed to do on tour now. maybe i’ll have to actually learn how to use a camera and start to actually film things during shows… idk… i’ll figure something out tho. if you have any ideas or suggestions pls let me know. for now i’ll enjoy my freedom. it’s was very kind of them to even allow me to open the window and breathe some fresh air. so, so amazing!

btw, congrats ＠popgossip on finding such reliable sources. also the fact checking was impeccable. there was nothing left for me to hide. keep it up with that journalism! that’s clearly how you go from amateur to professional. im taking notes now! anyway, have a great life and tysm for your kindness and all your thoughtful consideration to my real human feelings 🥰 there’s nothing like getting back to the hotel and seeing those many great things being said about me. thanks a lot. hope the same treatment finds its way back to you along the way! xoxo lots of love, yn

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user2 😲 user2 holy molly…  user2 I think you absolutely ate this? left no crumbs behind? 

↳ yourinstagram haha thanks?

harryfan3 GIRL!!!!! im so shocked i dont even know what to say or where to start or

↳ yourinstagram lol 💋💋💋

harryfan5 miss yn ilysm you made me laugh so hard like this is so confusing but so great i truly truly love you  

↳ yourinstagram miss emma you made me smile so hard rn thank you thank you hope to see you again at another show someday!

ynrryfan calling out that account so openly is so bold of you omfg im so proud

↳ yourinstagram thanks im so proud, too 

bestfriend ok but did they feed you today? gave you some water?

↳ yourinstagram yes. i had two glasses of water and one banana ↳ bestfriend wow! they be treating you like a princess now ↳ yourinstagram i know it wasnt easy but they finally agreed to make some improvements 

harryfan7 yn babe are you drunk or something? wth is all this? lmaooooooo

↳ yourinstagram lol maybe a little tipsy but no regrets at allllllll

lookitsnyoh  does this mean I am finally allowed to stop hanging out with you?

↳ yourinstagram no. your contract still says you’re forced to have at least one lunch a week with me and one drink every two shows ↳ lookitsnyoh well then ＠jefezoff let’s talk about this? Please? ↳ jefezoff I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s not negotiable ↳ anthonypham I tried too ＠lookitsnyoh unfortunately I’m stuck with her friendship, too :( ↳ pillowpersonpp me too ↳ paulithepsm me three ↳ harryfan9 the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc i could never handle this much teasing from my friends like i’d be thinking it’s real and crying under my pillow for months  ↳ harryfan2 maybe she should bc doesn’t feel like “just” teasing to me ↳ yourinstagram it’s not ＠harryfan2 is right & everyone really hates me  harryfan10 ? How old are you? 8? ↳ yourinstagram 28, actually. you? 

harryfan4 to put popgossip on the spot like this it’s rude and uncalled for. like this isn’t funny. also what’s going on with all these comments? don’t you have better things to do than being here replying to people?

↳ harryfan7 im sorry, but uncalled for? are you serious? lmao she’s bringing them up because they made a full post with nothing but lies about her own life cmon ↳ harryfan4 still, she should’ve done this privately or something ↳ yourinstagram you’re right this isn’t funny and i don’t have nothing better to do. im sorry. im really very sorry. ↳ harryfan6 being sarcastic isn’t funny, girl ↳ yourinstagram oh, i thought it was. im sorry. wont do it again.

harryfan8 I mean, what are you even trying to accomplish here? Are you not embarrassed at all to behave like this?

↳ yourinstagram i am. very very embarrassed, actually. im sorry :( shame on me.

user3 Honestly, things are so different around here now that I almost forgot how fun it used to be to keep up with your posts. I’m glad to see real you back! Stay strong and don’t listen to the noise. 

↳ yourinstagram what noise? ;)  ↳ yourinstagram (thank you 💗)

user1 ok I know this isn’t at all related to the post but… no sightseeing this time? :(

↳ yourinstagram omg yes! are you kidding me? i always make time for sightseeing haha i’ll actually get to it tomorrow!  ↳ user1 ahhhh this is great! I love it! Hope you enjoy the city, then!  ↳ harryfan12 is this your way of letting people know where you’ll be so they can find you and see you with harry? 🥱 ↳ yourinstagram oh damn, you caught me! 

harrystyles ok. screen time is over now

↳ yourinstagram :( five more minutes, sir? ↳ harrystyles request denied. they’re heading to your room to take your phone away right now ↳ yourinstagram 😭 ↳ yourinstagram after all we went through? unbelievable ↳ harrystyles it is what you’ve signed up for ↳ yourinstagram cant fight with that ↳ harryfan9 helloooooooo??? ↳ harryfan11 HAJSHBAJSDH WTF IS HAPPENING TONIGHT ↳ harryfan13 sprinting to the gc RIGHT NOW to scream at this interaction bc what the fuck what the fuck WHAT. THE. FUCK.

user15 this whole thing was actually so refreshing to see! Please don’t ever stop standing up for yourself. It’s good for your soul but it’s also great entertainment for mine lol

harryfan0 guys I’m so confused… what is all this? haha can someone please fill me in?

↳ harryfan3 @/popgossip posted a lot of stupid things about yn. to sum it up, they said harry tried to end their pr relationship and yn didn’t take it well, so that’s why she was crying outside the hotel the other night. and they also said she spent the day at the hotel bc harrys team didnt let her leave… just nonsense like that. there are more details to the story that you can check on their last post, but it’s all clearly fake and not even worth the read (I promise)  ↳ harryfan11 also, can I just say they didn’t JUST create stuff, they were also unnecessarily aggressive with the lies? I mean, they said her crying was “a manipulative tactic to get his attention and also keep the rumors alive” !!!  There was absolutely no need for that?!? or to write that harrys team advised her to stay inside and away from him or “there would be consequences” ??? I mean wtf ??  ↳ user17 👆 this. THIS. is the reason why this post has become my favorite thing she’s ever done 

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ynupdates After such an eventful night, Yn just posted this on her stories, meaning we can all relax now and catch a break from the madness 😅

Also, ＠harryfan9 shared with us a really nice screenshot of a conversation she had with Yn a few minutes ago! We asked what she’d comment on Yn’s post for her to say that, and she told us she’d said: “the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc I could never handle this much teasing from my friends”. The fan also said that Yn ended up replying “everyone really hates me” to a comment underneath hers, which is why she thinks Yn felt guilty and dmed her right before she posted the story.

To be honest, we loved to see this kind of Yn tonight. How do you guys feel about it?

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harryfan5 this was just soooo great! for a moment I couldn’t keep up with it anymore lol it was so crazy but so great harryfan1 stop she reached out?? she’s soooooooooo sweet  user11 good for her! I feel like she’s finally owning the narrative and maybe now people will calm down a little

↳ user13 I hope so! I’m low-key kinda worried it’s actually going to make things worse ↳ user11 idk. people were hating on her nonstop anyway so… tbh I think she should’ve done this way sooner lol

ynrryfan the way she posted her texts with harry !!!!! also “so you know I mean it” !!!!! PLEASE 

↳ harryfan17 how do you it’s him?? no hate i swear just genuinely asking ↳ ynrryfan I just figured by the “screen time is over” bc is what he left on her post… but I might be wrong idk 😬

harryfan3 wish I could see when those behind popgossip wake up and find out about all this lol

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yourinstagram GOOD MORNING nyc your wonderful wonderful city!! im so unbelievably excited for tonight!! my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend are playing madison square garden and i KNOW it’s going to be sosososo great!! let’s do this CMONNNN!! 

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harryfan1 im sooooo excited too!! harryfan3 so jealous! I wish I could go  lookitsnyoh SO EXCITED  harrystyles weren’t you supposed to let me know? 

↳ yourinstagram i was and i can explain why i didnt, but please don’t expose me like this??! ↳ harrystyles then reply to my texts??!  ↳ harrystyles please??! ↳ harrystyles and thank you??! x  ↳ ynrryfan i cant 😭😭😭

bestfriend text me back too !!!!!! 

↳ harryfan7 lmao not yn being called out by everyone  ↳ yourinstagram istg you are all so damn impatient  ↳ yourinstagram (but also yes!! I will!! im sorry!!)

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yourinstagram hi, hellooo!! posting twice in less than 12 hours I KNOW but jenny lewis is about to start anytime now and i just wanna say that everyone looks sooooo pretty tonight!! you always do but there seems to be something extra special tonight <3 got to film so many sweet people already, but if you see me walking by and you wanna be a part of this ultra mega secret lot project pls dont be afraid of letting me know! (im the one jumping around in this outfit — minus the flowers unfortunately) id love to film as many of you as i can!! okay lets go now CMON LETS DO THIS cant wait to dance to canyon moon tonight!!! 🕺

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harryfan1 does harry look pretty, too?  user1 girl you’ve come so far this is so beautiful to see  bestfriend so happy so jealous so sad so proud so emotional rn

↳ harryfan3 cant believe you havent gone to a show yet!! ↳ harryfan5 fr you should be there rn

harryfan7 THANK YOU I LOVED MEETING YOU TONIGHT THANK YOU THANK YOU  harrystyles count me in  

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City, NY. I

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harryfan1 im so so proud  harryfan2 best concert ever cant wait to do it all over again tomorrow  harryfan3 i miss you already harryfan4 LOOKING SO HOT OUTFIT IS ON FIRE 🔥  harryfan5 why is she never here lol

↳ harryfan7 i ask that myself every time lol

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PART 12 — (soon)

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[hot-patootiee]

Flowers of Contempt

To show his hatred for one King Steve, Eddie begins to weld beautiful flowers with insults imbued into them to gift Steve. Steve does not know flower language.

Misunderstandings, forced intoxication, alcohol poisoning, fear and threat of rape (no, it does not actually occur), groping (sexual assault), physical assault, none of these are between Steve and Eddie, Tommy is his own warning.

Part 1… Part 4 <Part 5>

A little 2 in one day update, and the wonderful Joyce Byers makes an appearance.

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“Tommy, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I planned this, I have a right to show up!” Tommy combatted aggressively, moving and sitting right next to where Steve was sitting. Steve felt shivers wrack his body as Tommy’s hand made contact with Steve’s thigh. Steve quickly flinched away, curling into the sofa.

“Calm down, I’m sorry if I startled you.” Tommy put his hand on Steve’s knee, rubbing it in a comforting fashion and ignoring Steve’s flinch at the contact.

“Get out of my house Tommy.” Steve commanded, doing his best to force the slur out of his voice.

“No Steve, we need to talk. You said we would still be friends and now you’re avoiding me and trading me for that Munson Freak.” Tommy’s frustration leaked into his voice but Steve could only focus on the hand that had creeped from his knee to his inner thigh.

“We can talk some other time.” Steve suggested in a shaky voice.

“Why not now?” Tommy spat out, leaning further into Steve’s space.

“Because I’m drunk and you’re really scaring me!” Steve cried out, pushing Tommy away from him. He curled up, burying his face in his hands.

“What are you scared of?”

All Steve could do was whimper, struggling to keep up in his intoxicated state.

“I’ve never done anything to suggest I’d hurt you. What do you think I’m gonna do?” Tommy pulled Steve’s hands away from his own face, forcing Steve to look at Tommy.

Steve shook his head frantically, trying to pry his wrists from Tommy’s grip. Steve’s wrists hurt as his skin rubbed and twisted in Tommy’s hands.

“Stop touching me!” Steve cried out, attempting to push Tommy away with his feet.

“You think I’m some sort of predator because I love you?” Tommy leered, anger infecting him. His grip tightened and Tommy became more forceful.

“No, it’s because I told you no and you don’t care! You told me how willing I’d be to have sex with you while I’m intoxicated. Now I’m drunk and you’re here! Can’t you see how scary this is for me?” Steve cried, trying to reason with Tommy, but Tommy wasn’t listening.

“You think I’d fucking rape you?” Tommy’s rage made his hands tremble.

Steve couldn’t respond, he just tucked his chin down and began to cry harder. Tommy forced a leg between Steve’s and forced Steve’s arms to go behind his own head. Steve yelped at the burn of pain in his thighs at the forced intrusion. His shoulders creaked dangerously at the twisted position of his arms.

“You think I’d fucking rape you?” Tommy repeated, mouth just a breath away from Steve’s.

“Please don’t do this, please Tommy. I’m so sorry, please get off of me.” Steve begged, pushing himself as far into the couch as he could manage.

“You seriously think I would?” Tommy questioned again, pushing himself off of Steve and back onto the couch next to him.

Steve couldn’t talk anymore, only able to let out gibberish laden sobs as he curled in on himself. Steve couldn’t even see through the blur of his tears, no longer able to tell what Tommy was doing.

One thing that Steve knew would happen now, was Tommy would get angry.

It wasn’t a surprise when his jaw was forced open by cruel hands and the neck of the whiskey bottle was forced down his throat. The glass clinked against his teeth, sending a shooting pain through his mouth. The burning liquid carved rivers down his throat as Steve gagged and choked. He tried not to swallow it but whatever he managed to stop was spat out from around the neck of the bottle and ran down his chin and neck in rivets. Steve struggled against Tommy, pushing away the bottle and twisting his head until it fell, spilling whiskey all over the couch.

“You better hope some fucking rapist doesn’t come for you now. Maybe I should call everyone and tell them party at Steve’s, bet that freak would show up just to fuck you when you’re too fucked up to say no.” Steve could barely hear Tommy as he gagged, puking onto the couch.

“With that sort of a gag reflex, you’d be shit blowing someone.” Tommy laughed as Steve dry heaved. When Steve stopped puking, he was tugged up from his hunch by his hair. He was forced to look at Tommy through half lidded eyes which were blinded by tears.

“It’s not like your dick would even work on this much booze.” Tommy’s hand was suddenly between Steve’s legs and roughly cupping his soft dick. He pressed cruelly into Steve’s dick, watching as Steve yelped in pain and tried to wreathe away.

“Can’t believe I was ever friends with such a little fucking faggot.”

Steve felt only relief when he heard the door shut. He got up, stumbling to the phone before realizing he had nobody to call.

He fingered drunkenly through the yellow book before stopping when he recognized the name Byers.

He struggled to dial their number with shaking hands, nearly passing out at the sight of the rotating numbers.

He could barely recall if he had remembered to say who he wanted to reach. But when the ringing ceased a woman picked up.

“Hello?” She sounded tired.

“Can I s-peak to Jon’a’than?” Steve slurred out.

“Who is this? Are you okay?”

“St-eve, I need he-help.” Steve hiccuped, keeping all his focus on keeping the phone stable.

“Steve, I’m Joyce, can you tell me where you are?”

“I know ‘ur Joyce, good mam.” Steve giggled, pain jolting through his lip at his laughter.

“Where are you?”

“228 Lo’ca Nora”

“I’ll be down there in a minute.”

“I’m sorr’-ee, shouldn’ve called, did-ent know who to call.” Steve whimpered out, struggling to keep the phone in his hand.

“It’s okay Steve.”

There was shuffling on the other line before it cut. Leaving Steve on the ground and clutching his phone as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Suddenly his front door was opening. Steve stayed curled up on the ground clutching the phone. The footsteps moved around a little until they gradually got closer. Steve jolted when a hand touched his shoulder.

“-eve Steve!” Her voice finally came into focus and Steve looked up at her, seeing Joyce Byers in person for the first time.

“He’lo Joy’”

“Hey kid, I think you need the hospital, you might have alcohol poisoning.”

“I didn’t wa’na drink that much! Tom’e made me.”

“I can tell, you’re bleeding.”

“Huh?” Steve reached up and touched his mouth, his finger came back covered in blood.

“Why didn’t you call 911?”

“Di’nnt think of it.”

Steve glanced over to the couch and noticed the whiskey bottle was completely empty.

How much did Tommy force down his throat?

That’s the last thing Steve could remember clearly.

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Steve woke up to the crushing pain in his head. The light was painfully bright as his eyes flickered open. The low beeps of the heart monitor triggered sharp pain in his ears which made him groan in pain.

He could hear the rustling of someone next to him and turned to find Joyce sitting next to him in an uncomfortable chair with tired eyes.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Joy’ce!” Steve coughed out, smiling at her.

“I’ll take that as better.” Joyce smiled, squeezing Steve’s hand and alerting him to the face she had been holding his hand.

“Your parents caught the first flight home and should be back in an hour or so.The chief also will be down later, so you can decide if you want to press charges.” Joyce relayed to him calmly.

“Wah’ta?”

“Oh! Of course, I’ll go get you a cup.” Steve struggled to track her movements, eventually just giving up and waiting passively. Steve only focused again when the cup was being pressed to his mouth and Steve began to drink, soothing his injured throat.

“They had to pump your stomach, they noticed evidence of assault, so someone will come in later to photograph your injuries.” Joyce winced as she spoke, struggling to get through the information.

Steve was already feeling tired, and only nodded at Joyce before falling back asleep.

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“Do you know what happened to our son?”

“I didn’t see much, but it looked like someone attacked him. He kept talking about some guy named Tommy and being forced to drink. There was an empty bottle of whiskey and Steve was covered in alcohol.”

“Hagan” Steve’s dad said evenly, anger making his voice tense and strained.

“D’ad” Steve slurred out as he struggled to pull himself from fuzzy unconsciousness.

“Steven what happened?”

Steve shook his head, staring at his lap in shame, “You’ll get mad.”

“No, we won’t, we just need to get what happened straight for the police report.” His father assured him.

“I was drinking with Carol, we were just chilling out, gossiping y’know. Then, Tommy showed up, specifically after I told her I didn’t want to have him over, she left to wait in his car. He was mad I was becoming friends with another guy at school and flipped out on me. I was scared because he made a joke earlier about getting me drunk…” Steve trailed off, looking over the faces in the room. It was only Joyce and his parents, but he was unsure if he should continue.

“Steven what joke did he make about getting you drunk?” His dad stressed, struggling to keep his composure.

“I don’t wanna get him in trouble, I just want him to go away!” Steve cried out, twisting his fingers in the blanket.

“We can do that, only if you tell us what happened, Joyce can leave if you want more privacy.” His dad said evenly.

“No! Joyce is nice, good with a hammer. It’s just if this gets out, bad things would happen to me and Tommy.” Joyce flushed at his comment, gaping at him in shock for a second before closing her mouth.

Steve’s dad went over to the door, locking it.

“What bad things sweetie?” Steve’s mother asked, she moved to sit down on the bed and began stroking his hair.

“People would hunt us, you guys would kick me out.” Steve peered tearfully at his parents.

“Nothing could make us do that.” Steve’s father affirmed.

Steve couldn’t look at either of them, instead focusing on Joyce who was attentive, but looked incredibly tired.

“Tommy kissed me in the locker room at school on Monday. I told him I didn’t like him like that and he left me alone for a bit. Then when he came back he was talking about going to a party or coming over to mine and getting wasted. I told him I didn’t want to and he said something about how nice I’d be to fuck once I got drunk.” Steve rambled out. He looked up at the adults’ horrified faces, watching for any hint of anger getting turned toward him. He didn’t find any, so he continued his horror struck recollection of events.

“And then I was drunk and he was there, so I was scared he was going to rape me.” Steve took a deep breath, looking at his lap, unable to look at his parents as his mother began to cry. “I kept telling him to leave and not to touch me. He was getting really mad and grabbed my wrists, I explained to him why I was scared and then he freaked out. He got on top of me and yelled at me and I thought he was going to…” Steve sniffled, beginning to cry in earnest as he tried to finish the story.

“I begged him not to. He kept asking why I’d think he’d do something like that. He got off me, but then he grabbed the whiskey and forced the neck of the bottle down my throat. I got the bottle out of my mouth and I threw up, I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He yanked my head back and grabbed my- crotch and said with this much booze I wouldn’t be able to get it up. He called me faggot and left.” Steve sobbed into his free hand, involuntary tremors wracked his body. The room was enveloped in silence, it pierced his ears and invaded Steve’s skull making him retreat further into himself.

His scraped innards lay on the hospital bed for the adults to scrutinize. For a moment there was nothing, but then Steve’s mother grabbed him, for a second he was afraid, but then she hugged him. She squeezed his shoulders and shoved her wet, teary face into the crook of Steve’s neck.

“Why would we ever be mad at you for that?” She questioned.

“Because even if I don’t like Tommy the same way he likes me. I still like boys like that.”

AN:Eddie and Robin will be back soon, I promise. Joyce just needs a little mom time with Steve.

A little fun fact for next chapter- Steve has no idea what ‘cases’ his parents are out of town on. This will make him seem incredibly paranoid and scared for absolutely no reason.

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Sᴛᴏᴘ Wᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ – Sᴛᴀʀᴛ Pʟᴀʏɪɴɢ!

𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑘𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

Alright, let’s talk about it: Everyone keeps complaining that no one interacts, but at the same time, the only thing I see is "interact with me/my blog" and then? Nothing...

So, instead of just shouting into the void, why not write what you actually want? Angst? Fluff? Silly moments? Drama? Long-term arcs? Just say it, and people will know how to approach you!

1. Use the Resources Available!

I have already built multiple blogs to help people interact, but they only work if you use them!

→ The @bsd-rp-masterlist sorts everyone by organization, AU, etc. It’s literally designed for you to find people easily!

Example: "I have an OC in the ADA. Let’s check who else is there and start a conversation!"

The Masterlist also collects independent characters: consider recruiting them into organizations or even founding your own! If you see someone missing, help me find and add them!

→ @bsd-yokohama: This isn’t just a generic rp setting. It’s a city I carefully mapped out based on BSD’s unique version of Yokohama. Many places in BSD don’t exist in real life, so I used Google Street View to find the location where it could be and marked them accordingly. I’ve included key spots from the series and made sure to create a city that feels immersive and alive. Use it to place your character in specific locations and build natural interactions!

→ @bsd-bdays helps you check who has a birthday coming up so you can throw maybe an rp party!

2. Let’s Make the World Feel Alive

We all live in the same city. Why don’t we act like it? If we were actually in Yokohama, we wouldn’t just sit at home screaming "Interact with me!" and then sulk when nothing happens. We’d go out and do things. So let’s create events and shared moments:

I already made 2 missions, but I also want to introduce city-wide events. And not just any events, but events that make your characters feel real. What are they passionate about? What skills or professions do they have? Let’s bring that into the city!

→ A writer could host a book reading or a literary discussion at a café. → A painter might hold a vernissage at the Yokohama Museum of Art. → A detective character could get involved in solving a high-profile case. → A journalist might uncover a major scandal. → A chef could organize a ramen contest. → A scientist might present a breakthrough discovery. → A local bar could host a karaoke night that gets wildly out of hand.

Think outside the box! Yokohama isn’t just a backdrop! It’s a city waiting to be lived in. If you have an idea that could work as a mission or a city-wide event, tell me (@bsd-yokohama)! I’d love to incorporate it!

3. Small Groups & Social Bonds

Something I love from Vampire the Masquerade (which I rp in real life as pen&paper) is forming small groups, "coteries", even across enemy factions:

→ Why not have an ADA, Port Mafia, and Guild member who always meet at the cemetery for goth picnics?

→ Or create independent gangs, new organizations, or just a group of friends who always hang out at the same bar?

Think beyond basic interactions – build something that lasts!

4. Get Out There & RP!

Lᴇᴛ’s sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ғʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. Yᴏᴋᴏʜᴀᴍᴀ ɪs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ! 🔥

[seecarrun]

Eleven years.

Misty had made it eleven freaking years without Gary Oak finding out about her crush on Ash, all for Tracy and his big mouth to ruin it in four point two seconds.

She wasn’t sure how he didn’t figure it out himself, honestly. Pallet Town grew its boys to be cute but dumb she supposed, and that had been just fine with her, but now with the meowth officially out of the bag, it was time to make sure the secret didn’t spread any further than it had already.

“Wait, you like Ash?!” Gary exclaimed at what could only be described as the top of his freaking lungs. “Like, like-like?! Does he know?”

“No!” she hissed, checking over her shoulder to check that Ash was still down in the basement getting that bottle of wine his mom asked him to fetch for her. “And I’d like to keep it that way, so shut up!”

“You didn’t know?” Tracy asked Gary, wincing as he realized he had spilled the beans. “I’m sorry Misty, I wouldn’t have said anything if—”

“If it wasn’t so obvious?” Brock interrupted dryly. “She doesn’t exactly do a great job at hiding it.”

Gary made a face crossing his arms in a huff. “I’m sorry, I didn’t exactly travel around with the world with them like you guys did, and some of us have more important things to focus our attention on than a friend’s little school-girl crush.”

“Oh my Arceus, can we please stop talking about this?!” Misty cried, the desperation clear in her voice.

“Stop talking about what?”

Misty spun around, coming face to face with a confused Ash Ketchum, looking at all of them like he was hurt they would even think to have a conversation in his absence, and paled. Shit. “Nothing,” she answered immediately, silently praying to the pokegods that the guys wouldn’t do or say anything stupid.

Unfortunately, Gary, despite his lukewarm redemption, was still, at his core, an absolute bastard. “We were talking about the person Misty’s in looove with,” he sang, and Misty could have committed murder right then and there.

Ash, bless him, turned to her in surprise, his brown eyes suddenly wide as saucers. “You’re in love with someone?”

“No—!”

“Yup!” Gary chirped, cutting her off. “She was just telling us how dreamy they are. How she wants them to ask her on a date and be her boyfriend.”

Misty glared at him with all the intensity she had and grit her teeth. “I did not say any of that.”

Ash looked around at all of them, frowning, and finally settled on Misty. “Who is it?”

“No one!”

“Don’t worry, Ash,” Gary jumped in, because apparently he wasn’t quite done ruining Misty’s life just yet, “I didn’t know either until Tracy and Brock told me.”

“What the heck, Misty?!” Ash exclaimed, offended. “Why do they get to know and I don’t?”

Misty gaped at him, then at Gary, and finally Brock and Tracy, who were sitting there doing nothing, by the way, and then back to Ash, her face reddening with every passing moment. Finally, her mind went blank, and her mouth, without her brain’s permission, blurted out, “I didnt tell them anything, they figured it out themselves!”

Ash turned to Brock and Tracy for confirmation, who shrugged and nodded, respectively. He narrowed his eyes, that look of determination that Misty usually loved, but in this case was creating some uneasy squirming in the pit of her stomach, creeping over his face. “Well, if that’s the case,” he declared, smirking at Misty, “I guess I’ll just have to figure it out too.”

“Great,” she said wearily.

Eleven. Years.

She was going to kill Gary.

[latenighttalkinqwp]

i need more morgan stuff from you

taking care of morgan after surgery!

at the sound of talking and a squeaky wheelchair, you look up to see a very sleepy morgan. “she’s awake! still just very high off of the medicine.” the nurse smiles at you, bringing morgan as close to you as possible. her eyes go wide, “HIGH? oh no- geno is gonna kill me. i did not consent to this. babe, will you tell him?” she starts ranting, her eyes going wide. you suppress a laugh, putting your hand over hers. “mo, it’s just- okay. yeah i’ll make sure to tell him.” deciding to try and not argue with her, you stand up and go over to make sure she is completely okay to leave. “morgan, take it easy the next few days okay? we’re gonna have medicine prescribed for the pain, but your doctor should be making a follow up appointment with you guys soon.” you nod, looking down at morgan. she holds up a thumbs up, and immediately starts rambling about her ‘bestest friend’ sarah. holding back the urge to video this and send it to the group chat, you start to wheel her out to your car and avoiding as many bumps as possible.

“can we get something to eat? i’m starvingggg” morgan sighs as you practically drag her into the car, doing nothing to help you. “i mean we could- can you put your foot in? thanks” you roll your eyes, shutting the door and getting in the car.

driving down the road, you could see the exhaustion on her face. morgan reached for your hand, holding it tightly as she drifted in and out of sleep. once you finally got home, you helped her settle on the couch, making sure her foot was elevated and comfortable. “how are you feeling, baby?” you asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. she sighed, a mix of relief and frustration in her voice. you could tell the pain medication was starting to wear off by her furrowed eyebrows. “tired... and really sore. but I’m glad it’s over, i just wish it didn’t have to happen during season.”

“i’m so sorry, baby. you just need lots of rest. i know this isn’t what you wanted but it was definitely needed, i hated seeing you in pain all the time.” you told her, kissing her forehead gently. grabbing a glass of water, and holding it up to her lips. “here, drink some of this. you need to stay hydrated.” you rub her head, trying to comfort her the best you can. she took a small sip, her eyes still a little cloudy. “you’re amazing. i don’t know how i’d be able to do this if i didn’t have you.” you smiled, settling down next to her on the couch. “you don’t have to do it alone. that’s why i’m here , and that’s what the girls are here for.” you made sure she had everything she needed: snacks, her medications, the remote control, and a blanket to keep her warm. “okay- i’m going to take a quick shower and do some laundry. yell at me if you need anything.” she nods, smiling at you slightly when you kiss her head.

the next few days were a blur of doctor’s appointments, medicine reminders, and trying to keep morgan entertained as she rested. every time she winced in pain or got frustrated with how slow the healing was, you would remind her that it’s all a part of the process and comfort her the best as possible.

“here,” you flipped your hair over your shoulder, sitting down beside her with a plate of her favorite food. “i made dinner baby, maybe eating with your medicine will help.” she gives a weak smile, but her eyes full of unshed tears spoke a different story. “baby…thank you. my foot is killing me, i’ve been a pain in the ass, and you still make me dinner and take care of me. i really don’t know what i would do if you weren’t here to help me through this.” a few tears drop as she talks, the weight of the surgery hitting her. you frown, sitting down beside her and wiping her tears. “morg, i love you so much. no matter how much you have frustrated these last few days, it’s something that we will laugh about because you’ll never have to do anything without me.” she giggles, pulling you down to hug you tight. “i’m so lucky to have you by my side.”

“you’re lucky, I’m lucky, we’re both lucky,” you muffle, your head resting in her neck. “now, let’s get you some food and rest, okay? you’ve got this, and i’ve got you.” you kiss her jaw pushing the food closer to her.

as the days went on, you could tell she was getting stronger, but even as she started to feel better, you kept reminding yourself to stay patient and supportive. seeing her smile again, hearing her laugh, even just watching her scoot around on the scooter—those small moments made all the tough days worth it.

- thank you so much for reading all the way through! click here to see my masterlist. likes and reblogs are so so so appreciated💖

- this has been in the drafts for a minute! i decided to finally finish it hehe but here we go😇

[elenlaufeyson]

POV: Y/N Stark Drunk Texts Marvel Characters

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1. Loki

Y/N: You know what’s crazy?

Y/N: I just realized you’re like a cat… tall, mysterious, kind of mean, and you always disappear when people need you.

Y/N: I’d adopt you if you weren’t already my emotional support trickster.

Loki: Are you intoxicated?

Y/N: Noooo… maybe…

Loki: Go to sleep, little mortal.

Y/N: Only if you tuck me in. Or better—turn into a blanket. Magic me some comfort, Mischief Daddy.

Loki: I am blocking you.

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2. Thor

Y/N: BIG MAN WITH BIG MUSCLES!

Thor: Aye! I appreciate the compliment, Lady Stark!

Y/N: You ever just… flex in the mirror and admire yourself? Be honest.

Thor: Of course! One must celebrate their own strength!

Y/N: Respect. But like, can you crush a watermelon with your thighs?

Thor: Verily! Would you like me to demonstrate?

Y/N: YES.

Thor: I shall find a watermelon at once!

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3. Steve Rogers

Y/N: CAP, I NEED HELP

Steve: What happened? Are you okay?!

Y/N: I dropped my pizza on the floor…

Steve: …That’s it?

Y/N: NO, it’s worse. I picked it up and ate it. FIVE-SECOND RULE. But what if the germs are super soldiers now?

Steve: I think you’ll survive, kid.

Y/N: What if I get superpowers? What if I become Pizza Woman?

Steve: I think you need water and sleep.

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4. Bucky Barnes

Y/N: Bucky, be honest. Do you use your metal arm to open jars or are you just THAT strong?

Bucky:…I use a spoon to pop the seal first,doll...

Y/N: YOU'RE A GENIUS.

Bucky: I know.

Y/N: How do I get a vibranium arm? Asking for a friend.

Bucky: …No.

Y/N: Bucky please. I’ll be so cool.

Bucky: You’re already a menace, you don’t need enhancements.

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5. Peter Parker

Y/N: Petey Pieeeee!

Peter: Oh no… are you drunk texting me again?

Y/N: What if spiders were the ones bitten by radioactive humans?

Peter: Wait…

Peter: That’s actually kinda terrifying.

Y/N: Imagine a little spider wearing glasses and paying taxes.

Peter: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.

Y/N: Just keeping you on your toes, Spidey. Also, I love you, never forget that.

Peter: Love you too, Y/N. Now please sleep.

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Bonus: Tony finds out

Tony: Why is Thor outside with a watermelon?

Tony: And why did Steve just call me to check if you have food poisoning?

Y/N: No reason.

Tony: You're grounded.

[nelle-y]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE GONNA DO A WRRIOTHESLEY ONE AFTER THE ALHAITHAM VOICELINES FIC IS COMPLETED!!!! I NEED IT PLEASE!!

A love story told trough voicelines (Wriothesley ver.)

C/W: wriothesley x gn!reader, sun x moon, protective!wrio, himbo/bimbo!reader, fluff, slow-burn, not proofread

Note: okay, the Alhaitham fic isn’t really done yet, but I seriously couldn’t think of any good stuff to add there soooo here’s a Wrio version while waiting^^ (comments are very much appreciated!)

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(You) About Laws

I’m not even a Fontaine citizen! How was I supposed to know it was illegal to eat a pack of ketchup?! Are laws here even applicable for tourists? …Wait that was a dumb question. Anyway—I have to serve two months in the Fortress, now. Honestly, that long for ketchup?

Really?

(Wriothesley) About you

They’re a funny one, I’ll admit. When I saw their file, I thought someone was pulling a prank on me. Two months for… eating ketchup? But rules are rules. I have a feeling they’re going to make things a little more interesting around here.

(You) About jail food

Sooo… any chance I could get some ketchup with this? No? Right, okay. Thought I’d ask.

(Wriothesley) About your stay

They’re surprisingly good at making friends. The guards like them, the prisoners like them, even Sigewinne seems to have taken a liking to them. I should be concerned, but honestly? It’s kind of impressive.

(You) About Wriothesley

Did you know the Duke of Meropide has a soft spot for tea? I mean, I guess it’s obvious, but I caught him sneaking an extra cup the other day. “Oh, it helps me think,” he says. Yeah, yeah, whatever, tea boy.

(Wriothesley) About you: Nicknames

‘Tea boy’? They’re the one who came in here because of ketchup. If anything, I should be the one coming up with a nickname. Like… tomato. Ugh, I don’t have time for this—I have work to do.

(You) About Wriothesley: A few weeks in

Okay, so maybe the Duke isn’t as scary as I thought. Sure, he’s got the whole “I could probably knock someone out with one punch” thing going on, but he’s actually pretty nice. In a “grumbles but still helps” kind of way. Like, I asked for an extra pillow as a joke, and he actually got me one? Hello??

(Wriothesley) About You: A few weeks in

They’ve settled in way too well. Most prisoners would usually be miserable as they count their days left, but they? They’re treating this place like a weird vacation. They joke around, chat with everyone, even try to make me laugh— *chuckles* not that it works. …Okay, maybe once or twice.

(You) About Wriothesley: Casual encounters

I keep running into His Grace at the most random times. Like, I’ll be minding my business, trying to stack crackers into the tallest tower possible, and boom, there he is, watching me like I’m some kind of strange wildlife documentary. And then he just walks away without a word! Geez, Tea boy, at least say, “Wow, impressive architecture,” or something!

(Wriothesley) About You: Casual encounters

I caught them trying to balance a spoon on their nose in the cafeteria. I don’t know why I expected anything different. When they saw me watching, they just grinned and said, “Impressive, right?” I should’ve walked away, but instead, I sat down and watched. I think I’m losing it.

(You) About Wriothesley: Serious moments

You ever meet someone who acts all tough, but then you realize they care more than they let on? That’s him. He won’t say it outright, but it’s in the little things. Like how he notices when I’m quieter than usual. Or how he subtly checks if I’ve eaten. He’d probably deny it if I brought it up, though. Typical.

(Wriothesley) About You: Serious moments

They’re more than just jokes and sunshine, you know. The other night, they found me in my office, still working late. I expected them to tease me, but instead, they just sat down and said, “You should rest too, you know.” No jokes. No dramatic antics. Just… genuine concern. I didn’t know what to say.

(You) About making friends (or not)

Most people here are pretty cool! I mean, sure, some of them look like they could snap me in half, but they’re nice once you talk to them. …Okay, maybe not everyone. There’s a group that gives me the stink eye whenever I talk to the Duke. I think they think I’m his little sidekick or something. Imagine me being intimidating. Hah!

(Wriothesley) About prison politics

Not everyone is happy with how things work down here, and that includes how I run things. So when someone comes in and gets along with me too well, it’s bound to rub some people the wrong way. I’m not worried about them, but… I am keeping an eye on things.

(You) Character story: A not-so-friendly encounter

The underground fortress had its own rules—ones that weren’t always written in Fontaine’s legal codes. It was an unspoken truth that power moved differently down here. The way people looked at others, the way they spoke, even the way they stood in the cafeteria—it all meant something.

And apparently, the way they joked around with the Duke meant something too.

“You think you’re special, huh?”

The voice wasn’t friendly. Not the usual kind of gruff they’d hear from someone just messing around. No, this was different. It came with the sharp press of a shoulder against theirs, backing them into the stone wall of a dim corridor. They hadn’t meant to take this route alone—it just happened. Bad timing, bad luck.

They held up your hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, hey, if this is about the crackers I stole from the cafeteria, I promise it was for scientific—”

A hand slammed the wall beside their head, cutting them off. “Quit playing around,” the guy sneered. “You think being His Grace’s favorite means you can do whatever you want?”

Favorite? They blinked. What kind of wild rumors were people spreading?

“I don’t—”

Another guy stepped closer, arms crossed. “You talk too much.”

Okay. Yeah. This wasn’t looking great.

They considered their options. Fighting wasn’t exactly their strong suit—sure, they could throw a decent punch, but against multiple guys built like reinforced walls? Not ideal. Running wasn’t an option either; they had them boxed in. Which left them with… talking their way out.

“Look,” they started, voice light, “I get it. You guys are the big, scary veterans of the Fortress, and I’m just some random ketchup criminal. But I promise, I’m not plotting some evil scheme with the Duke. I’m here for the vibes, man.”

One of them scoffed. “Real funny.”

They grinned. “Thanks. I try.”

A fist clenched. For a second, they thought the guy was actually going to hit them. They braced themselves—

And then he spoke.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The air in the corridor changed. The weight of the room shifted, a presence settling over the space like a cold snap.

The group turned, and there he was.

Wriothesley stood at the mouth of the corridor, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. But his eyes—his eyes—were sharp, colder than they’d ever seen.

The guy closest to them took half a step back. Just half. “We were just having a conversation,” he said, trying to sound casual.

The Duke’s gaze flicked to them. He didn’t say anything, but the question was clear. Are you hurt?

They shook their head. “Nope. All good. Just a friendly little chat about… social dynamics.”

A beat of silence. Then, Wriothesley let out a breath—something almost like a laugh, but not quite.

“You’ve made your point,” he said coolly, stepping closer. “So now I’ll make mine.”

The air got heavier. The authority in his voice left no room for argument.

“I don’t care what rumors you’ve heard,” he continued. “But if you think causing problems in my fortress is a good idea, then by all means—go ahead. Give me an excuse to personally escort you to solitary confinement.”

No one moved. No one spoke.

Then, just like that, the tension cracked. The group muttered something under their breaths and backed off, melting into the corridors like shadows.

They let out a breath they didn’t realize they held. “Wow. That was dramatic.”

Wriothesley gave them a look. “You should’ve told me.”

They shrugged. “I had it under control.”

His brow arched. He glanced at the wall they’d been backed against, then back at them.

“…Mostly under control.”

A pause. Then, with a shake of his head, he sighed. “You’re impossible.”

They grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

Wriothesley didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, just before turning to leave, he muttered—so quietly they almost missed it—

“Stay close next time.”

(Wriothesley) About you: Keeping an eye out

They say they’re fine, that it’s “not a big deal,” but I know how things work down here. Resentment brews fast. I told them to let me know if anyone gives them trouble. They laughed and said, “What, are you gonna throw them in jail? Oh, wait—” *sigh* They’re ridiculous. Honestly, I’m curious about what they’re gonna do once they’re out in the overworld.

(You) About time

You’d think I’d be marking off the days on my wall like some dramatic prisoner in a movie, right? At first, I kinda did—two months felt like forever. But now? I looked at the calendar this morning and realized I only have a few days left.

…And instead of being excited, I just stood there, staring at it like it personally offended me. Hm.

(Wriothesley) About time

Most inmates count down the days until they’re free. Some scratch it into their cell walls, some mark it on a calendar—always waiting, always watching the clock. I thought they were the same. But lately, they’ve been looking at the days left like they don’t know what to do with them.

…And if I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do with them either.

(You) About goodbyes

So, uh… last night in the Fortress. Crazy, huh? Feels like just yesterday I was getting sentenced for my heinous ketchup crimes. Time flies when you’re… illegally detained, I guess.

…Hey, weird question. You ever get so used to something that it’s just… there, and then when it’s gone, you don’t know what to do with yourself? Like, I dunno, a leaky faucet or a creaky floorboard—annoying at first, but then it’s kinda comforting? Familiar?

…Never mind. Forget I said anything.

(Wriothesley) About goodbyes

I knew this was coming, but… it’s different now that it’s actually here.

They were just supposed to be another name on a file. Someone who’d serve their time and leave, like all the rest. But now? The idea of this place without them feels… odd.

Last night, they said something about getting used to things—to noises, habits, people. I didn’t say anything then, but I knew exactly what they meant.

Because now, when I sit down for tea, I’ll catch myself waiting for some ridiculous comment that won’t come. And when I walk through the halls, I’ll expect them to be there, up to some new nonsense.

…Hah. They really are impossible.

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(You) About freedom

I thought I’d be excited to leave. Two months ago, I was counting down the days. But now that I’m out, everything just feels… off. Food tastes bland. The city is too quiet. My chest feels weird—like I forgot something important, but I don’t know what. Maybe I’m just not used to soft beds again? Or maybe I caught a weird underground sickness. …Yeah, that’s probably it.

(Wriothesley) About your absence

It’s quieter without them. Not peaceful, just… quiet. No one is pestering me about my tea habits, no one is trying to balance silverware on their face at lunch, and no one is calling me ridiculous nicknames. It should be a relief, right? That’s what I keep telling myself.

(You) About adjusting

I keep waking up expecting to hear guards talking outside. Instead, it’s just… silence. I must’ve gotten too used to the noise. Or maybe my sleep schedule is messed up. Or maybe—oh no. Is this withdrawal? Am I actually addicted to prison?!

(Wriothesley) About moving on

They’re out. They should be living their life, enjoying their freedom. And I should be focusing on my work. But every now and then, I’ll look at the cafeteria and half-expect them to be there, making some ridiculous comment about prison food. It’s a strange thing, getting used to someone’s presence—only to realize, too late, how much you actually miss it.

(You) About dumb ideas

Okay, so, hypothetically, if someone accidentally committed the same crime twice—purely by coincidence, obviously—would that be, like, really bad? Like, a longer sentence, perchance? …No reason. Just curious.

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(Wriothesley) Character story: Sun

It was a slow day at the fortress, colder than usual, dimmer than what the Duke was used to. Since their release, he spent his time signing away some papers—names and files that came in a blur, none of them particularly interesting. The days felt longer, the usual routine dragging on without the usual interruptions.

Sigewinne checked in from time to time, making sure he was eating well and getting enough rest. And as much as he appreciated it, it just felt… different when it came from them. They had a way of making even the dullest moments feel lighter, like slipping bits of warmth into a place that wasn’t supposed to have any. He never realized how much he’d gotten used to it until it was gone.

He exhaled, shaking his head. Get a grip.

The door creaked as a guard stepped in, handing him the next batch of intake files. He took them without much thought, flipping through page after page of familiar offenses—smuggling, theft, fraud. Nothing unusual. Nothing worth a second glance.

And then he saw their name.

His movements stilled. At first, he thought he mixed up their old papers with the recent ones, but no—this was a fresh intake. The details stared back at him, just as ridiculous as the first time. He read the reason for their second sentence, and—

“Again?”

A laugh rumbled from his chest, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as a grin tugged at his lips.

“Are you obsessed with ketchup or what?”

Before he could think too much about it, a knock echoed through his office.

“Come in,” he called.

The door cracked open just enough for him to catch a glimpse of familiar, mischievous eyes peeking through.

He sighed, shaking his head, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling into a smirk.

“Welcome back, sunshine.”

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Note: do you guys want a part 2?

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Jesus you really just took me out back and put me out of my misery with a bazooka, didn’t you? I hope you're having fun with the family! And congrats on corrupting your cousin. Welcome! We have gay monkeys.

Flower Blind is a fantastic name for this.

The way I’d make this version of hanahaki work to cause MAXIMUM pain is that it’s not about the other person really. It about the victim and them processing their feelings in a healthy manner. Usually this means confessing cause that’s verbalising the desire and accepting it. It doesn’t matter if the other person reciprocates. It matters that you process and accept it. The victim has to save themself. (And this neatly avoids my ick factor with OG hanahaki needing reciprocation.)

Unfortunately, Sun Wukong has never had a healthy coping mechanism a day in his life and is really bad at saving himself :)

(Also adds a neat bit of even if Macaque had straight up reciprocated Wukong's confession, it wouldn't have worked >:) )

(Putting this under a read more to save my dash)

So while other people would just mildly cough up just saliva-damp petals or small buds, Wukong is hacking up entire full blooms with vines and leaves and blood.

Tu Er Shen (the god of homosexual love that you mentioned) is literally planning an intervention. THIS IS NOT WHAT HIS GIFT WAS MEANT FOR, YOU SIMPING IDIOT.

But to be fair, what scared Wukong the most was more about putting pressure on Macaque. Because the idea that the feeling HAD to be reciprocated for the hanahaki to be cured was very prevalent in those times and it wasn’t helped by the idea that the rare times the victim was rejected, they tended to take it… poorly. In a variety of ways.

So Wukong is pulling his self-sacrificial bullshit and like usual, it back fires on him.

DBK mostly got through to him pre-mountain and he was seriously considering confessing in rebellion aftermath. (This gave Tu Er Shen a serious conflict of interest. On the one hand, his home and friends. On the other, the OTP of his favourite long running monkey soap opera. Yue Lao, god of Marriage and love who uses a red string to bind people, is also getting invested in this.)

The flowers blooming from his chest is the first sign the hanahaki is starting to mutate. Typically, it's only physical injuries and the flowers only stay for as long as the wound does. Ie a bruise flower only lasts a minute to a couple of days depending on the who and how, whereas cutting a limb off causes them to cut off circulation resulting in necrosis and blossoming over the stump.

But the chest flowers are an emotional wound (which genius idea!). And Wukong doesn't even realise he has them until he's released from the mountain.

He ignores them.

Which is huge mistake when it's those flowers flaring up during the fated match between him and Macaque that causes a slip in concentration. He's choking on blossoms, having his heart squeezed by vines, and if Macaque would just STOP FOR ONE MIN-

The crack of his staff through Macaque's eye (he...he didn't mean to...he... Macaque knows all his moves...Why Didn't He Dodge?!....HE ALWAYS DODGES!...HE ALWAYS DIPS INTO HIS SHADOWS AT THAT MOVE!...WHY DIDN'T HE RUN!?) haunts him more than the explosion of pain that happened in his eye and head.

The flowers in his brain from the concussion Macaque undoubtedly got keeps him woozy enough that the pilgrims move on relatively quickly and never realise that the enemy he had just 'killed' was the love of his life.

The flowers in his eye never fade.

Of course, it's the flower's presence that gives him hope for the rest of the journey. Macaque can't be dead. If he was dead, then Wukong would be dead. It's proven fact that killing the one the hanahaki is for kills the victim too. So Wukong couldn't have killed him. Wukong is not dead, so Macaque is not dead.

When he gets back to his home and receives word that Macaque never came back, doubt starts to sink in. He is immortal. He can feel the vines around his heart. But even his immortalities couldn't stand against Hanahaki. There have been a few gods who died from it, gods who thought killing their mortal loves would free them. He's not THAT immortal, right? RIGHT?!

A century with no sight, rumour or even whisper of him confirms it to Wukong. He killed Macaque and the steps he took to ensure they would never be separated has ensured that separation.

(Tu Er Shen is in the Diyu with Yue Lao, shaking the Ten Kings down for Macaque's missing soul. This is not how his favourite Monkey Drama ends! There's another season, RIGHT?!)

So Wukong lives with his hanahaki as it continues to grow and mutate and gain some kind of sentiency. He's almost fond of them in a fucked up co-dependant way. They are the only thing in his life he cannot hurt or betray or abandon. They let him see his love even if it is an awful final image.

He could've done without them trying to choke him while saving MK though.

The mutations are obvious when flowers keeps blooming over Wukong's heart whenever he and Macaque throw jabs at each other once they meet again.

The semi-sentiency only become apparent when he's possessed by LBD. (Side note: All that came to mind for the interaction between LBD and the flowers is the scene in Tangled where the old guy asks the guard for the password. These flowers are little shits to everyone.)

But they're still flowers so they can't really DO much except grow vines in the muscles, inhibiting his movements, and maybe try to grow some roots in his feet to stop the body.

So when Wukong finally has that sit down with Macaque and confesses everything, he's scared because he's lived longer with the flowers than without them. They are his oldest and most constant companions. And the modern world has disproven that Hanahaki needs reciprocation for a cure. Just honesty towards oneself.

(Macaque, on the other hand, is still under the old impression that only reciprocating can cure Wukong. Which won't bite him in the ass at all.)

So yeah, he is hurt but understands when Macaque leaves with a conflicted look.

(Tu Er Shen, Yue Lao, the Ten Kings and whoever else has been dragged into this are all vibrating. This is the Epic Two Part Series Finale of their favourite Monkey Spanish Telenova! Tears are shed, tissues are shared, there's a lot of clinging.)

He draws in a breath as he lies to himself that it's alright..

And immediately chokes on a full Moonflower Blossom.

Because the flowers are no longer about just his Love for Macaque. They have mutated to connect with ALL his emotions even slightly attached to Macaque.

His anger. His guilt. His grief, His Joy, His sadness, His sense of duty. ALL of it.

(Tu Er Shen: You know you're supposed to just help him confess, right? You've done your job.

Moonflowers: Sun Wukong will get therapy to process his emotions or Die :)

Tu Er Shen: ...He's immortal.

Moonflowers: Alexa, play 600 Strike by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. >:)

Tu Er Shen: ...At least my show got renewed for another season.

Moonflower, jabbing at Wukong's lung: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN!)

Once again, I started and couldn't stop and co-incidentally, I too need to go to bed. It's kinda hilarious to me that the most angsty and funniest part of this AU is the hananhaki itself. They are Petty and ready to make that everyone's problem.

I hope the rest of your trip goes well!

Hello! I have an awful angsty plot idea for you because the idea of expanding on it makes me want to cry and you seem like you enjoy pain.

Instead of the typical sub-text of Macaque fell first, Wukong fell first. Like so first, it was all the way back before he scrubbed his name from the scroll of the dead. Maybe Wukong saw that Macaque dies because he died and wasn't there to protect him. Maybe he panics so hard, he goes overboard about obtaining immortality thereby leaning into the whole "I DID THIS FOR US!" thing.

And to really make it hurt, let's add Hanahaki into this. (A chronic version that's more like a common cold or an inconvenience because the terminal one is too sad and has an ick factor).

I also have it in my head that once you develop this Hanahaki for someone, every injury you give them, flowers bloom in the same spot. If you kill them, the flowers kill you. If you say, take out an eye, a riot of blossoms will take your eye as recompense.

So Wukong gets to deal with falling in love with his best friend, being too emotionally immature to deal with it/ not be given the emotional tools to help himself, being left with the knowledge that if he dies, Macaque will likely follow for one reason or another (ie. depression, fighting whatever killed him, illness etc), whatever bullshit Heaven's got going on and the numerous stresses of actually ruling a kingdom.

Oh and the flowers currently choking his airways occasionally if he thinks too hard about how pretty Mac looks in the moonlight.

(This guy needs a hug and therapy and he hasn't even seen the inside of the furnace yet :) )

Macaque in the meantime has no idea that Wukong is in love with him, possibly doesn't know he reciprocates, and is left wondering where the smell of Moonflowers is coming from. (Oblivious to love character who is otherwise the most observant, my beloved.)

The only one who might know is DBK and that's only because he caught his Xiandi coughing up nearly a whole bush's worth of flowers the night before they rebelled.

The furnace burns most of it away from his lungs, leaving him breathing clear for the first time in centuries and they go into semi-dormancy once the argument happens. (Wukong can't help the massive glob of full blossoms and vines that he spits out after Macaque leaves.) It comes back with a vengeance and takes his eye as he takes Macaque's.

(Both are in such pain that neither notice the icy blue chains grabbing Macaque in his shadows.)

Fast forward to LMK era and due to the fact Wukong has lived with this disease for so many centuries, it's actually starting to be more like the traditional lethal variety. It has spread through his lungs and is starting to burrow into his circulatory system and muscles. No one was meant to live that long with it whether through acknowledging and letting go of the feelings or by confessing.

The only reason it hasn't turned him into a walking flower garden of pain is because he's managing to repress like a motherfucker and he rips his heart and lungs out twice a year to regrow what has been taken over.

Which is a major contributing factor to his decision to retire. Holding on to his feelings hurts so much but he doesn't know any other way to live. And something has to give.

None of the gang know about the flowers, but DBK blows an entire gasket when Wukong hucks up another glob of flowers and catches sight of his moonflower-filled eye socket during a brief glitch in his glamour when they are both caught in Spider Queen's web.

It's a very confusing evening for everyone else when DBK insists Wukong comes with him for a check-up, Wukong refuses adamantly and neither of them are saying a damn word.

Although Wukong will give the damn flowers one thing. By not having the control to repress his feelings once possessed, the flowers grew so quickly through his body that by the time LBD had him fighting Macaque and MK, he was more vine than muscle and so much easier to fight.

She didn't have to drop his glamour though.

(Don't think of the heartbreak Macaque would feel about the sight of Wukong's eye, a beautiful devastating proof that everything really had been for us him.)

(Sorry for just dumping this massive ask, but I started and I couldn't stop. Have fun and I sincerely hope I'm bullet-proof cause this is about to hurt.)

oh even if you're bullet proof, I'm about to nuke you with angst. I do enjoy causing pain thank you ☺️

sorry for delayed response, I'm on a trip with family til Wednesday and will be slower to answer, but good news! I infected my cousin with the gay monkeys! Thanks to Nezha 2

I gotta go to bed soon too so I have to rush sorry!

Think Flower Blind is a good name for this?

Wukong being stupidly madly in love with macaque from basically the day they met is such a sweet idea, and to twist it like this is just so wonderfully evil 😈

And the flowers growing over wherever you hurt the person you love, genius!

It'd be really funny if some god sent the Hanahaki because they saw how down bad Wukong was and thought this would help since certainly he couldn't hide it forever, but then he did.

Back to angst!

I love this variant of hanahaki being a petty one, like oh you hurt the person you love get it back ten fold bitch! Now admit you're in love and we'll go away!

Hanahaki really is just that one Doge meme with the toy dogs, only if they don't kiss, death.

Man can't even think about the guy he loves without the flowers trying to force a confession out of him. I do love an oblivious macaque, he can comprehend anything except that his best friend is in love with him.

After their fight under the mountain, flowers start growing from his peach marking on his chest, even though they are dormant during his imprisonment, once he's out there's a few blossoms growing near his heart, a representation of the emotional damage he did to the one he loves.

I'm guessing Macaque never dies by Wukong's hand here, since Wukong would die too. But Macaque still dies.

It's LBD, she makes Macaque think Wukong killed him, and Wukong thinks this too, he just assumes his immortalities were enough to stop the petty flowers from killing him.

He does have a gaping feeling of emptiness and loss when macaque dies, the white moon flowers now have another meaning besides his unexpressed love, his unending grief and mourning for his friend, and they are a near constant reminder of a love that could never be.

He looses his sight in the eye he took from his love, the only thing he can see is the white petals of the moon flowers. Not even gold vision gets through them, he just sees Macaque's face, now missing an eye whenever he tries.

Nobody ever take relationship advice from this guy, he literally rips his own heart out rather than accepting his feelings or confessing them. The flowers are fed up with him now and trying to kill him.

Even Spider Queen is telling him to get his shit together when she sees him vomit flowers out onto her mech, this is the worst case of hanahaki ever. DBK is the most angry and is threatening to tell MK about it if Wukong doesn't go get checked out. He doesn't follow through cause that should be Wukong's choice but it's about the principle! His brother is dying!

And the flowers immediately giving LBD a problem when she posseses him is kinda hilarious, I've kinda given these flowers sentience in my mind so they are fighting LBD's possession too, and they will not allow LBD to kill their source (Macaque) again.

Once the glamor is dropped, probably in the middle of their battle and Macaque sees Wukong become a walking flower tower, he's frozen for a good few seconds, the flowers won't let Wukong attack him until LBD puts more focus into controlling him, and by then he's recovered from the initial shock.

When they get close too each other in the battle and macaque stares into the unseeing eye of his best friend/unrequited crush, he realizes he was wrong about everything, he remembers when Wukong started smelling like moon flowers, he played it off as wanting to smell more like him or spending so much time around him that he picked up the scent. Macaque knows how long this has gone on.

Wukong should be dead. The flowers should have killed him.

He isn't, his life is constantly, never ending pain because he couldn't confront his feelings for him and the flowers are making him regret everything he has ever done.

But! Macaque doesn't know if he loves Wukong anymore.

LBD was very good at convincing him that Wukong killed him and she saved him and twisting his memories into Wukong knowing of his feelings but disregarding them, effectively killing any love he still had for him upon his death.

He knows Wukong loves him, has always, always loved him, and he did too once upon a time. He doesn't know if he could return Wukong's feelings if had the chance, he doesn't know if he can save him from his pain and prison in the flowers.

Once LBD's defeated and Wukong has the control to suppress the majority of the flowers again and his glamor back, he tells Macaque all his feelings and everything that he did, it was all for him, he didn't want him to die and he lead to his death even if he wasn't the one to kill him directly.

And what is Macaque's response?

He says he needs to think and leaves.

I bet the gay bunny god is crying seeing all this drama go down(there is a gay rabbit god in the Chinese folk religion i just can't remember his name rn, he has a temple in Taiwan!) he wants these two to be happy gods dammit!

I'd love to expand on this more but I gotta go to bed!

Thanks for asking, really enjoyed it!