#I’m obsessed with it already and nowhere near done

[salemssimblr]

Having to do things outside of my house and leave an unfinished render behind killlsssss meeeeee

[kakujis]

he's so mean!

warnings: afab!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation, marking (baji), spanking (kaku), choking (chifuyu), jealousy (chifuyu), pet names (baby, kitten), reader wears makeup. i think that's it LOL if i missed any lmk!!!

ft: baji, kakucho, chifuyu, each drabble is around 500-600ish words.

member of: @enchantedforest-network 💕

a/n: this is just pure indulgent filth <3. after seeing the tokrev trailer for s3 i got excited n picked this back up LOL. special thanks to nie for proofreading ilysm

baji:

“aww, is it too much baby?” he coos, your legs thrown up over his shoulders as he presses your knees down as far as they’ll go. 

you whimper and nod, your streaky tears running gray with mascara. hiccuping, you slur, “s’too much, n-no more,” but suddenly you’re crying out as baji slams back into you. 

“i don’t really care,” he gleams, fangs flashing at you as he starts up again. he revels in the sound of your choked sobs and the way you thrash underneath him. besides, baji knows when it’s really too much you’ll use your safe word. 

you squeal when he angles himself to fuck you even deeper, mushroom tip kissing your sweet spot with each thrust. “f-fuck,” you sob, “fuck!” of course you’re close, baji knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you. 

the obscenities continue to fall off your tongue as you babble, drool, and cry but baji loves it, dipping down to lick your tears up. it’s when he sinks his teeth into your neck that you mewl, “kei, ‘m cumming!” writhing underneath him as he relentlessly fucks you through it, head thrown back as your mind goes hazy. 

“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, feeling the way your pussy twitches on him, making sure to tilt your chin down so he can see your pretty eyes roll back. “feels fucking good, huh?” 

you don’t answer, instead whimpering and nodding as your overstimulated pussy continues to twitch. you’re sure if he keeps this up, you’ll pass out. but you know when he slows his hips, you’re nowhere near done. 

“kitten,” he sings, tapping your face as your lids flutter, “don’t pass out on me yet. i’m not done with you.” 

he’s borderline obsessed with how fucked out you look when he pushes you through orgasms. he especially loves how you look afterwards, with spit slicked lips and littered in marks. he knows you can keep going, no he’ll make you keep going, consumed by the way you squeal as you cream around his cock.

you sob, “no more, it’s too much.” you try to push back on him, but baji’s stronger than you, his grip on the back of your knees never faltering as you try to squirm and kick. 

he barks out another laugh, “i already told you, i don’t fuckin’ care. you can give me another one.” 

“i can’t!” you wail, but he presses on, starting to move again. “kei, fuck!” 

“yes you can,” he growls, nipping at your ear, “and you will.” 

kakucho:

“this is what you wanted right?” kakucho growls, but you can’t even answer, cheek squished into your tear and spit ridden pillow as he hammers into you from behind. it is what you wanted, its what you asked for, begged for. for kakucho to finally stop treating you like some fragile doll and fuck you properly. 

meekly you try to nod, sniffling as you peek one puffy eye up at him, your hands held behind your back. sweat glistens on his forehead, brows knit in annoyance. 

“then take it.” he hisses, using one hand to smack your ass, and you yelp at the sting, squirming underneath him. “didn’t realize i was dating such a fucking slut.” 

you moan at the insult and he laughs, case in point. soon, his hand is coming down again, making you squeal, red angry prints on your tender flesh. he thinks you’ll ask him to stop, but instead you’re mewling out “more, please, more,” teary eyes trained on his hand. 

his interest is piqued, evident by the way he brings his hand down again to hear another pretty moan. he barks out a laugh, when you demand it again. 

“i don’t think so,” he grunts, before pushing your face down further into your pillow. “did you forget that toys don’t get a say?” he brings your hips up farther and all you can think about is just how deep he is. 

your thighs tremble as he starts pounding into you again, treating you like his own fleshlight. he’s brought you so far up, your feet are starting to dangle off the bed. 

there’s a wet patch underneath you as you drip down onto the sheets below. but god, he’s so fucking mean and feels so good that you just can’t care. your mind’s so hazy you forget that you’re not supposed to beg, what you’re begging for you don’t even know. 

“alright,” he snaps, dropping you before looming over and caging you in with his body. he shoves his fingers into your mouth, using the other hand to force you to look up at him. “let me help you out since you’re too stupid to listen.” 

your eyes start to leak again and he can’t lie, you look so fucking cute crying and drooling on his fingers. you grip the sheets as he starts to fuck you again, the pace brutal and unrelenting. he doesn’t let you look away either, staring down at you, no, consuming you with each thrust. 

he knows you’re close when your breaths get more scattered and your eyes start rolling back. just a few more thrusts and you’re coming undone, thrashing as much as you can underneath him. frantically, you push against him, whimpering when you start to get overstimulated, but he doesn’t let up, instead pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. 

“you’re still not there yet,” he sighs, thinking he could really get used to you crying on his cock. “don’t worry, baby, you’ve got all night to get it right.” 

chifuyu:

“f-fuyu?” you question with bleary eyes, but he doesn’t respond, jaw tensed as he continues to fuck you into another orgasm. “i can’t! no more, please,” you slur, but he ignores you, nails digging into your hips. 

you didn’t mean to push him so hard, but when takemichi told you he once saw chifuyu hold a broken shard of glass up to kisaki, snarling and ready to strike, you were a little curious. chifuyu had only been nice to you, sweet and gentle, especially when the two of you made love. but you’ve always been a little curious, what if he was just a tad bit meaner, a little more rough? 

so you thought making him a little jealous would do the trick, and it did. you’d never done it before, but the way he bristled up seeing you giggle and paw at kazutora was enough for him, even if they were best friends. 

it must’ve been hours since chifuyu got you home, pinning you against the counter as he grinded into you from behind before bending you over and ripping your underwear off. you didn’t realize just how jealous of a person he was until now, legs dripping down cum and arousal. 

“you think kazutora can fuck you like this?” he growls and you quickly shake your head, mumbling out quick apologies. but it’s so hard to focus when chifuyu’s fucking you so well, pretty little moans coming out of your mouth. 

“don’t fucking lie to me,” he hisses, pulling back on your hair. you arch up into him, desperately holding onto the edges of the counter you’re pressed up against. the hand that was gripping onto your hair finds it’s way around your neck, as chifuyu continues to rut into you. 

you look up at him with puffy, teary eyes, “‘m sorry, f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you pant, but he merely cocks his head to the side. “fuyu, ‘m sorry.” 

“not gonna fuckin’ cut it this time,” he punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust which makes you gasp as your eyes roll back. “i’m gonna ruin you, got it? you belong to me.” 

you try to respond, but the hand on your neck squeezes and your words die on your tongue. little black dots invade your vision, but before you fully pass out, he lets go. opting to wrap his arm around your neck. 

“can’t talk now?” he murmurs, forcing you to look at him as he continues to slide in and out of your dripping hole. “and you were so fucking sorry  earlier, huh? lying to me again?” 

“‘m sorry! ‘m sorry!” starts to tumble off your tongue again, as you vigorously shake your head. but chifuyu can’t hear you, drowning in his own jealousy and the feel of your warm, clenching pussy. 

he growls in your ear one more time, "if you're really sorry, let me see you squirt on this dick."

[robinofgothamcity]

“I just killed a man, she’s my alibi.”

Character: Jonathan Crane / DC

Authors Note: guy, I’m such a slut for Jonathan, as all of you can tell lmfao. Anyway, here’s a blurb for him bc i clearly cannot stop writing for him! Again, not checked for spelling or grammar errors. Also, i think my crush on cillian also contributes to this obsession i have with Jonathan

Being a vigilante had to be one of the hardest parts of your life. Every time a crime happened in Gotham, you were one of the first to be called to be questioned. You really had no idea why Batman or his group of annoying superheroes were always so interest in you being at the center of any crime. You wondered if maybe there was an underlying reason but every time you questioned them, they gave you a flat answer.

Tonight’s crime had been done by two face and gang of gremlins and although you thought that the crime was funny, you immediately knew that Batman was going to hunt you down for it.

“Did Harvey really need to do this tonight?” You asked Jonathan and Edward as you took another swig of your wine, “I was actually enjoying this outing but I can assure you Batman is going to question me as soon as I walk out of here”. Edward couldn’t help but chuckle as he could tell that you were no longer in the mood to drink. “Have you ever thought that it could be because Batman or his group of idiots want you on their side? I mean, you are one of the few vigilantes that can control the supernatural.”

You thought for a moment, wondering if Edward had a point.

“As if, she’s not stupid enough to join them,” Jonathan replied. You gave him a look, “I mean, you’re right but can I be the one to say that?” You said as you looked back to Edward, “I really don’t see why they’d need me. They have enough magic to last them a lifetime so I doubt I’d be useful. Plus, who else would be here to be a pain in your asses if I ran off with the Justice League?”

Not a second after the three of you walked out of the bar you noticed Batman sitting on top of your motorcycle with a smirk sitting on his face.

“Good evening to you Batman, came to bother me?” You asked as you perched yourself onto the bike to look up at the caped crusader. Jonathan felt his eye twitch in annoyance as he could tell that stupid charming personality that Batman had very much worked on you without any real effort, “Is it bothering if I came to question you? There was an attempted robbery Gotham Bank and you were very close to the scene.”

You couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically.

“It is bothering me considering I’ve been with these idiots all night, you can check the camera footage if you don’t believe me,” you smugly as you pointed back to Jonathan and Edward. They gave you a look of annoyance as Jonathan stepped up next to you, “She was nowhere near that moron tonight so you can go ahead and leave us alone,” Jonathan stated as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You stared at him wondering where this genuine look of anger came from. Jonathan didn’t get angry very easily but whenever he did, it was never for something this small. It took a lot of make him upset and with the small interaction with the bat, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something that you were missing to make him that angry.

“Sorry bat, I really was with them. If you want, you can check with Harvey and ask him about his whereabouts,” you replied not really in the mood to be dealing with the same game he always played when questioning you. Batman clicked his tongue as he looked to Jonathan, “would you like to state something? Or you Edward?” Edward put his hands up in defense as Jonathan pushed you farther back to look at Batman,” the girl already told you she was not near Dent or his goons so get to work bat.”

You and Edward started laughing as you watched Jonathan continue to stare him down.

“Come on you big scary man, you don’t need to end up in Arkham tonight,” you whispered to Jonathan as you tapped your fingers on his shoulder. He sighed realizing you were right and walked away from the hero as you gave Edward your keys as a silent indication to take it back to your place.

There wasn’t many times where Jonathan was mad at you but you realized that your interaction with Batman was the primary reason to Jonathan’s anger. You and Jonathan were very close when it came to having partners in the underworld of Gotham but this was the first time that you could see Jonathan’s anger practically boiling over.

“Okay, now that they’re both gone, want to explain why you were about to fight the strongest hero in Gotham?” You asked as you put your hands in your shorts, expecting an answer. He rolled his eyes not wanting to give you a reason but he knew you’d keep pestering him about it if he didn’t give you one, “Is there something going on with you and that moron?” He asked very straight forwardly.

“Me and Batman? First of all, absolutely not. Jonathan, you’re smart of enough to realize that on your own so what would give you that impression?” You asked. He gave you a dry laugh as you pushed you up against a random building, his thumb and index finger pinching your face, “It doesn’t take an idiot to realize that Batman wanted more than that interaction from you and you’re smart enough to realize that sweetheart.”

This time, it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Even if he wanted something more, I’m not going to play justice league today or ever and you know that Jonathan,” you replied as you grabbed the hand that was holding your face and stroked it gently, “Jonathan, if I really wanted to make you jealous, I’d do it with someone more worth my time,” you added on.

Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh as he stared at you with this evil glint in his eyes, “well, I’m glad you know your worth,” he replied as you laid a hardening kiss on his lip, “well, I’m slightly disappointed that you doubted me,” you pouted dramatically.

“Sweetheart, you know that game does not work on me so let’s just forget this little interaction happened and we can go back to my place and finish that last bottle of wine that you didn’t get too last week.”

“Sounds like a great idea Dr.Crane,” you replied as you gave him a wink.

[yingfelis]

Killer love

Angel x Reader

“You’re really weird y’know.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting Angel’s as you gave her a curious look.

“Care to elaborate?” Angel just giggled as you just stared cluelessly at her.

“Look at what you’ve doing right now and tell me you’re normal with a straight face.” Angel’s voice teasing with a hint of fondness as you remembered what exactly what you were doing.

You looked back down as you rubbed a damp towel into the palm of her hand, getting rid of the blood that had previously covered her skin. “Wasn’t saying I was normal, just wondering what finally got you to say something.”

Angel chuckled as she moved her (now clean) hand to grab your wrist, and brought your hand (holding the towel) to her cheek. Said cheek which was spattered in blood you immediately started to wipe off.

“Well for one, normal people don’t gently wipe off the blood on a serial killer’s face after they’ve just killed someone.”

“Normal people don’t tend to knowingly date serial killers” you retorted as you finished cleaning the blood off her face, leaving a small kiss on the corner of the blonde’s mouth to solidify your point.

Angel’s cheeks sparked a light pink as the sudden affection, “You don’t go easy on the heart… but touché”

Angel shifted and rested her head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. It wasn’t done out of annoyance or anything, it was as if she just finally let herself relax.

“Are you sure you’re not secretly a murder?”

“I’m not.”

“Not even the tiny bit murderous?”

“That…” you had to take a pause as you thought back to the first night you saw Angel in person. Covered in the blood of her previous asshole of a manager, the manager you encouraged her to kill.

“That’s… debatable. But I still haven’t technically killed anyone.”

The girl beside you let out a laugh as she seemed to lean her body on you more. “I’m not sure whether to call you incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. I mean sure accidentally getting onto a serial killer is one thing… but staying for as long as you have now is another.”

It’s true. You could have left at anytime. You thought about leaving many times. You should have left a long time ago. Before you involved yourself so much with these people.

But you never could for some reason.

You blamed it on your book, your whole obsession with writing to the point of throwing your life away. Going as far as you view your life as nothing but secret story waiting to be transferred onto a page. A viewpoint that was probably nowhere near healthy and basically what got you into this mess in the first place.

But you knew it wasn’t only that.

It hasn’t been that reason for a long time.

You turned to face the girl next to you. She looked back at you with expecting eyes and the most relaxed expression on her face you knew you were one of the only few to have the privilege of seeing.

Angel, The Heartsick Angel, Maria De La Rosa

You muttered something under your breath. Barely audible that just escaped comprehension but was there nonetheless. And as Angel’s— no… not in this instance. Not right now with you you cut your own thoughts off, as Maria’s lips parted to ask what you said, you already silenced her with your own.

Right the reason you stayed…

You leaned back, your hand gently cradling Maria’s cheek as you looked into her light blue eyes. She truly looked so angelic in this moment, you couldn’t help the words stumbling out of your mouth

“My muse…”

You whispered on her lips before she pulled you back in for another kiss.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.

Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅

i think you are beautiful

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Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.

He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.

But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.

"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.

Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.

"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."

You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.

"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"

It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.

You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).

Legolas was your favourite to tease.

He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...

You weren't at all what he had thought.

You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.

And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.

"Are you sure you're not a man?"

You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.

"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"

Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.

Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.

"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.

"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.

"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"

Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.

"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"

Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.

You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.

You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.

You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.

The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."

You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.

"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.

"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"

He was taken aback by your sudden question.

Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.

The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.

"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."

You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.

"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.

Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.

"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."

ELVISH TRANSLATION

‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile

‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?

‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?

‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!

‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hiiiii cal!!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying writing this way because I love getting to read these snippets - it’s like a bunch of mini cliffhangers that prompt my imagination to go wild and it’s so much fun!! I’ll be sending emojis for as long as you’re wanting them!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(they’re getting a house! And about to get married!!! And i might be misremembering but i don’t think you’ve done a detailed buddie wedding in any of your fics yet? I’m very excited to see how you do it!!)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(the shenanigans and tomfoolery of being bad at hiding a secret relationship… it amuses me so!)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸(as i’ve said many times before, my love for this fic goes beyond words!! And you’re venturing into truly riveting territory here i’m so pumped!!)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮(my heart breaks for babby - my typo for baby bobby and i’m keeping it - my dear sweet babby)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(i can already feel this one becoming my new obsession! Idk why i thought it was going to be something shorter when you first started posting about it but i was thrilled to see that anticipated chapter count on ao3!)

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(islands in the stream has been stuck in my head all day and i blame you! I’m so looking forward to the madney sweetness!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼(oh my god cal the angst! It’s angsting!)

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐(huge fan of mays crush being named april - it makes me giggle every time)

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(cranberry my baby! And the covidness of it all is so vivid - i’m loving the buck-chris dynamic!)

I never count the amount of emojis i type as i go so i’m always a bit shocked at how many sentences i’ve requested of you when you post the reply 😬 thank you so much for putting up with my crazy requests it brings me such joy!

I hope you have a lovely weekend and week!!

SO AS I WAS FILLING THIS OUT MY FUCKING LAPTOP CRASHED. WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE IT HAS TAKEN ME HOURS AND HOURS ACROSS TWO DAYS. FUCK. Let's see if I can find the sentences I wrote again.

For TWATYTK and Zombies, those parts have already been posted, because as I said, this was taking so long. GAH!

I had a whole message typed out about how much I appreciate you. You are so kind! IT'S LOST TO TIME NOW.

I think this was what I had for ⚡️:

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Their next call is to the scene of a fire. 

This should not be especially eventful, considering that they are firefighters and all. And, for the drive there, it isn’t. The transit process? Just fine. 

It’s the rest that sends Buck into a tailspin. 

He spends the ride seated next to Eddie, thighs touching. They’re back being partnered together. Sadie earned her shield a couple months back, and has been working as Ravi’s partner since. Buck is pretty proud of her - and himself, for training her. He liked working with her a lot. But he’s happy to be back where he belongs, in terms of workplace duos. 

Buck and Eddie - okay, mostly Buck - talk everyone’s ear off about the house for the time it takes them to get to the fire. They should possibly be a little less giddy headed towards an actual three alarm fire, but at that point, Buck thinks his mood simply can’t be shaken. How naive. 

It is perhaps due to this focus on the house, which is nowhere near the direction they’re headed in to get to this fire, that Buck doesn’t realize what is in the direction of the fire. In his defense, neither does anyone else! Not even Eddie! Even Bobby, who knows better where they’re going, doesn’t put the pieces together. 

Maybe it’s because they spend so much time driving around the city. Here and there. Fires and car accidents and medical emergencies everywhere. Everywhere looks familiar! They could all be city tour guides. It’s not like driving through a city where you only know a few places, so the places you know feel like beacons.

Or Buck is just making excuses for his lack of attention. Either way. 

Really, it’s not until they turn onto the street that Buck notices. Though, it’s a long road, and they’re still a few miles out. 

“This is weird,” Buck says. 

“What is?” Sadie asks. She’s sitting across from him. Noticing his sudden onslaught of nerves. 

“We’re on the same street as the wedding venue.”’

That makes Eddie look. He’d been typing a rather long message to his mother and not paying much attention to where they’re going. At Buck’s words, his attention snaps to the window.

“Shit, you’re right.” 

Well, obviously Buck knows he’s right. 

“Bobby,” he asks. “What’s the address of where we’re going?”

“Uh, it is…” Bobby reads. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Buck repeats. He grabs Eddie’s arm. “Oh? Oh, what?”

“Okay, well first let’s remember we don’t know how bad it is yet,” Bobby says, maintaining a steady facade. 

“Bobby, it’s a three-alarm fire!” Buck exclaims, voice raising an octave.

“And the wedding is in days,” Eddie adds, voice wavering with stress. “There’s no time to do any repairs, even if it’s not totally ruined.”

Days. Days. What the fuck are they going to do?

“Okay, let’s not jump to any conclusions. Technically, the address is for the building next door,” Bobby explains. “Everything might be fine.”

Everything is not fine. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

Two minutes after his painstaking revelation, Buck finds himself standing next to his fiancé on the street in front of their wedding venues, watching it plume with smoke. The wind blew the flames from the building next to it, and the roof caught. It won’t fare as badly as the other building, but it certainly won’t be available for their wedding. 

They are getting married.

In three days. 

Their wedding is in three days. 

Their wedding is in three days and has no venue. 

Because their venue is burning right in front of him. 

Their venue was also their caterer, so add that to the fucking fire. 

“Buck! Eddie!” Bobby calls. “Work first, react later!”

Easy for him to say! It’s not his wedding venue! 

“Come on.” Eddie tugs on his turnouts. “We’ve got to go.”

Buck feels like he’s been possessed by a heap of barbed wire. 

He turns his head to Eddie. His eyes are bugged out so wide they might pop from his head. An absurd but sticky thought pops into his head. 

“You jinxed us,” Buck accuses. 

“Buck!” Eddie complains.

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“Okay, that makes sense. Was it his family?”

Buck nods. “They were religious. Conservative. Southern.”

“I can relate,” Eddie tells him. 

“Eventually, I just wanted to be able to relax, though,” Buck says. “I made him promise we’d do it at the end of the tour. Not to his family. Just, to friends… And in public.”

Eddie’s expression softens as he realizes.

“And then he died.”

“Yeah.” 

And then he died. 

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie exhales.

Buck shakes his head. His eyes start to sting. 

“It’s stupid, Eddie. I know there’s no logic behind it. It just feels like once something is out loud, it can be taken away.”

Eddie nods, understanding the thought process. 

“We both know I can’t promise you I won’t spontaneously die,” he says. “Especially in a global pandemic.”

“I know,” Buck nods. 

“But, uh…” Eddie sighs. “It’s like you said when I was worried about Chris, right? I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

“Prove it to me?” Buck asks.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “I’ll just prove that we get to have a life together. Even if we’re both a little bit scared of dying.”

“I’m scared of you dying,” Buck reminds him. 

“Okay, well we’re at an equal risk, so… Not the point, actually. Buck, the point is, I’ll show you every day, alright?” Eddie promises. “We get to have this.”

Buck takes a deep breath. He leans forward in bed and grabs Eddie’s hand. 

“I don’t know if I’d believe anyone else,” he says quietly. 

Eddie shuffles up the mattress, closer to Buck.

“Believe me,” he says. 

“Okay,” Buck relents. “But only because you’re very pretty.”

Eddie smirks. “It’s a gift.”

“Mmm, or a trick.”

Eddie chuckles and kisses his temple, right beside the birthmark. 

“I love you,” he says. “That’s not going anywhere, okay?”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. 

He decides to try his best to believe him. 

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But it does show Buck what she’s up to. 

It kind of makes him mad, actually. Eddie has gone to such intense, devastating lengths to hide himself. Meanwhile, his attacker has been out here, just living life. Posting about walks through the park and her latest baking experiment. How is that fucking fair? 

It’s not. 

It’s not fair. 

And while Buck knows what he has to do isn’t fair either - isn’t right or human or good - he tries to keep that in mind. 

She ruined Eddie’s life. Twice. She didn’t have to do that. Now, what choice does Buck have? 

February 10th, 2025

Eddie does something on Monday that he perhaps should not do. Something the tiniest bit risky. After his call with Adriana, he’s feeling that a bit of risk taking to get his life back where it needs to be is necessary. And anyway, he’s not doing anything illegal. Not doing anything wrong. Nothing he can be arrested for. 

He’s picking his son up from school. 

Chris pauses, exiting Durand School to see Eddie in the driver’s seat of the truck. His eyes widened with nerves for a moment. Eddie felt a rush of guilt. He doesn’t want to make Chris worry. Doesn’t want to cause any undue stress. He just wants to feel like a normal dad again, picking his kid up from school. 

But then Chris breaks out into a wide grin, and Eddie feels his whole body relax. 

“You came!” Chris exclaims, surprised, when he reaches the vehicle. 

Eddie climbs out to help him into the front seat. Not that Chris needs a lot of help anymore. Mostly just someone to hold his crutches and bag. 

“I did,” Eddie confirms. He tries to keep his voice even. 

“You’re not worried?” 

“No,” Eddie says. “Well, maybe a little. But I’m not doing anything I’m not allowed to do.”

Chris thinks about this. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me too,” Eddie decides. “Do you want to grab ice cream or something on the way home?”

Chris narrows his eyes. “I’m not a little kid, remember?”

“Jeez, I didn’t know ice cream had an age limit,” Eddie frowns. “Buck will be devastated to hear this. You know how seriously he takes his Neapolitan.”

Chris smirks. “Fine. Okay. I want ice cream.”

Eddie grins. “Thought so.”

Fifteen minutes later, they’re sitting on a little patio, under the shade of an umbrella. Eddie is in the darkest seat, also covered by sunglasses and a hat. Chris sits in the sunshine, spooning strawberry ice cream from a little paper bowl. 

“So, I wanted to run an idea by you,” Eddie says. 

“Me?” Chris asks. 

“Yeah, you. Who else?”

“I don’t know,” Chris shrugs. “What is it?”

“Well, I think I need to get a job,” Eddie says. 

“But you can’t be a firefighter,” Chris fills in.

“No,” Eddie says. “I don’t think I can.”

“So, then what?” 

“Well, May suggested I look into telehealth services. Like a hotline for medical advice or something,” Eddie says. 

Chris nods. “You’d be good at that.”

“Thank you,” Eddie replies. “But, uh, I did a little research and I think I found something different that suits me even better.”

“What is it?”

“Well, there’s this nonprofit that operates out of Los Angeles looking for people with medical experience. Nurses. Doctors. Paramedics.” 

“Like a charity?” Chris asks. 

“Yeah, but I’d get paid,” Eddie says. “It’s a job. Bringing emergency medical care to people who maybe don’t feel safe to call for help.” 

“Like… You?” Chris whispers the last part. 

“Yeah, but not just like me,” Eddie explains. “All kinds of people. People facing deportation. Homeless people. People who can’t afford an ambulance ride. Stuff like that.”

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Buck wakes up with his cheek pressed into the bannister support poles of Bobby’s apartment stairwell. He can feel their imprint as he woozily pulls his upper body upright. His head is pounding and he feels vaguely nauseous. Almost like he’s been drugged. Though, the comedown when they’d been spiked with LSD had been far more gradual than the sudden, brutal snap back to reality that had been whatever that was. 

Not a coma, he realizes. If he’s sitting in the stairwell to Bobby’s apartment, not a hospital room, then it wasn’t a coma dream. Kind of an insane regular dream, though? And why had he passed out in the first place?

Acutely aware he won’t find any answers here, parked on his ass, Buck pulls himself to his feet. Slowly, and gripping the bannister for support, just in case, he straightens out his body. His legs give a little wobble. 

What the fuck happened to him?

Partway down the stairs, Buck looks up and down. Should he go out to the Jeep and risk driving home? Feeling like this? He supposes he could call Eddie. Eddie would come for him, no questions asked. He knows he could ask Bobby for help, too. No matter what just happened between them. But his brain is battling two contradictory memories; the fight he had with Bobby in the kitchen and the memory he somehow intruded on of Bobby at his father’s funeral. If that was even real. The easy thing to do would be to go downstairs and call Eddie, not deal with any of it. Hold onto the only thing he knows really happened. 

With a sigh, Buck turns and climbs the stairs. Up towards Bobby’s. 

The moment his foot hits the landing on Bobby’s floor, Buck sees the breathless, similarly disoriented face of his captain jogging down the hallway. He looks pale. Hair a little mussed. Half his face is red, like it’s been pressed against something, too. 

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“May is awake and lucid,” she says. “She’s asking for you.”

Athena grabs one of Hen’s hands and squeezes it. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

Then she hurries off in the direction of her daughter’s sickroom. 

Hen doesn’t go after her. She waits, lingering, to speak with Bobby. 

“Did you find Michael?” She asks. 

Bobby shakes his head slightly. 

“It looks like he was infected in the initial outbreak or sometime soon after.”

Hen’s shoulder sag. “Damn it. Poor Athena. Poor kids.” 

Bobby nods. He doesn’t know what else to say. Yes. It’s horrendous. Everything is always so horrendous and everyone’s families are always dying. 

“We should ask her to stay,” Hen says quietly. “She’s a friend. We trust her. The kids will be good for Denny.”

Bobby knows they have enough food to stretch to more than just the three of them. Plus, more hands means more potential to harvest more. Fish more. Preserve more. 

“It’s not just my decision,” Bobby says. “We’ll have to discuss it as a group.”

“No, but it’ll go whatever way you want it to go,” Hen says. “You know that.”

He does. 

“I think it’s a good idea, Hen. But I want everyone’s input.” 

“Like you did with the radio?” She asks.

Bobby raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Buck told you?”

“Oh, yes.” She says. “Wanted to get ahead of it, I guess.”

“Do you think I did the wrong thing?” Bobby asks. 

Hen might be the only person he’s willing to ask this of. The only person whose answer he really wants to know. 

“No,” she says. “I don’t think you did the wrong thing. But I’m worried about him anyway.”

“Me too, Hen.” Bobby admits.

He’s always worried about Buck. All the time. Every minute. Even when Buck hasn’t done anything deserving of Buck’s worry. 

One day, Buck is going to finally let himself realize they’re all dead. Maddie. Abby. Every person he knew and loved before this. He’ll realize they’re all gone. And Bobby worries, every moment, that it will destroy him. He worries he won’t find a reason to keep pushing forward.

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Chim finally gets a chance to talk to Hen about it, privately, somewhere around four in the morning. They’re in the ambulance, driving back from yet another party gone wrong that resulted in a hospital transport. At least this time no one puked. Just a badly broken ankle from a drunken trampoline adventure. 

“So you forgot to get her number,” Hen says. “Can’t you go back?”

“Stroll up to a gated mansion tomorrow and say, ‘hi, I’m the guy who kissed your daughter while you were trying to set her up with rich hedge fund types?’ I don’t think so, Hen.”

“She’s probably trying to find your information, too,” Hen tries. 

“I hope,” Chim grumbles. 

“And, hey, you’re very findable on social media,” Hen adds. “She won’t have trouble.”

“Should I message her brother?” Chim asks. “Is that crazy? He was nice!”

“Mmm, maybe wait until you’ve slept for all forms of communication,” Hen advises. “She knows you’re at work, anyway. She won’t be expecting to hear from you.”

“Right. Right. You’re so smart. Why are you so smart?”

“I had a nap in the bunk room while you were at the party.”

Damn. Yeah. A nap would make him sharper. 

“So, it’s just a waiting game for now,” Chim sighs. This is not helping with the resounding feeling that he may, in fact, be a complete fool.

“I think so,” Hen agrees. “Sorry, Chim.”

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By some stroke of fate, he’s not waiting very long. 

When they park the ambulance in the engine bay and climb out, sore and tired, Chim is met with the sound of a strangely familiar voice. One he thinks he may just be hallucinating. 

“You’re the captain? That’s so cool!” He hears. “That means you’ve been doing this forever, right? You know a lot about it?”

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OKAY BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING! THAT IS WHERE MY LAPTOP ABANDONED ME.

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She accepts the cards she’s been dealt, just like last time. After all, didn’t she shuffle the deck?

She sees her son as much as she can. She goes back to her office admin job as soon as she’s able. She misses Eddie’s shield ceremony. His request. She avoids his parents while they’re in town altogether. Her choice. 

Other than coworkers, she really has no adults to see. Compounded with that, she and Eddie have made the decision not to tell family - even Christopher - until her second trimester. So Shannon finds herself existing in this strange vacuum of silence. Again, one of her own making. But difficult to navigate nonetheless. 

That changes about seven weeks after her accident. Completely unintentionally, she might add. 

None of it was ever a plan in her head. 

She’s been seeing a physical therapist for her shoulder. Her ankle has healed on an intended timeline, not causing her much additional trouble. Her shoulder, on the other hand, has been a source of difficulty. Perhaps with everything else changing in her body, it can’t quite figure itself out. It wouldn’t be the only thing. 

She’s thirteen weeks along now. Almost at that second trimester mark. Almost at the point where not only will they be able to tell people, but they’ll have to. Namely their son. She’s not really showing per say, but she certainly feels bigger and tighter. Her chest is another matter entirely. 

So, to paint the picture, there she is; thirteen weeks pregnant with a man whose trust she shattered, shoulder hardly functional, sitting in the waiting room of her physical therapist in loose sweats and her baggiest tee shirt because nothing fits her boobs properly anymore, and who walks in? Or hobbles in, rather? Her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s best friend. 

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She orders a wine spritzer. April orders a cider. They sit in a corner booth and for a good few minutes, it’s awkward as hell. Neither of them really seems to know where to start. Which makes sense, because they didn’t exactly have any solid communication foundations to begin with. May is reminded, strangely, of the time Sue left her and Claudette to sort out their issues in the quiet room, right before the fire at Dispatch. Not that she thinks this will end the same way, obviously. 

“Listen,” May starts after the server brings them their drinks. “I’m sorry if I misunderstood things. I really got the sense you didn’t like me.”

April frowns. “I’m not sure how, honestly. I was trying pretty hard to get to know you.” 

“I think I definitely, uh, read things wrong,” May admits. “I’m definitely… Confused about things. But, come on, April. You have to admit, you were acting super competitive with me in class.”

Her brows furrow, hazel eyes giving the impression she’s sifting through memories. 

“Was I that bad?” She asks. 

“Yes,” May insists. “You disagree with everything I say. You compete over grades. When you did better than me on the criminology midterm exam, you literally said April always comes before May.” 

April’s cheeks redden. 

“Oh my god,” she mumbles.

“You did say it!” May reiterates. 

“No, I know,” April says. “I’m sorry, I just… God, it’s stupid. You thought I was serious?”

“Well, yeah?” 

April takes a long sip of her cider.

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Cranberry brings Chris the ball, pressing it eagerly into his hand. 

“Ew, so much slobber,” Chris complains, wiping his hand on his pants. Luckily, laundry day is tomorrow. 

“Well, you’re the one who keeps throwing it for her,” Buck says. He’s just been snapping photos to send to Eddie. 

“Gross, Cran,” Chris chides, and throws the ball again, a little absentmindedly. This time, the ball goes high. Higher than Buck would have liked. And at an awkward angle.

Cranberry twists her body as she jumps, catching the ball midair. When she comes back down, she fumbles, front left paw hitting the ground hard and buckling under her. She yelps and stumbles forward. 

“Cranberry!” Chris shrieks. 

Buck lurches forward to where they’re playing, straining his leg. 

Cranberry stands and stumbles a little again. She lifts her injured paw, favoring it. Tail tucked between her leg, she limps towards Buck, seeking comfort.

Buck lowers himself down as quickly as he can manage to examine her. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks. 

“Did she break her leg?” Christopher asks, bottom lip trembling.

Buck lifts Cranberry’s injured leg. It doesn’t look broken. He flexes it. Her elbow and shoulder move without resistance, but she fights him when he tries to straighten her wrist. It can move, it just hurts her. 

“Is she okay?” Chris asks again. 

Buck feels a pang of annoyance. 

“This is why I asked you not to throw it too high,” he grits out. 

Tears spill out from the boy’s eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry, Buck.” He blubbers. “I didn’t mean to hurt her!”

Buck clenches his jaw. He feels unreasonably angry and panicked. If Christopher had just listened this wouldn’t have happened. 

“I know it was an accident,” Buck manages. 

“I’m sorry, Cranberry,” Chris cries. He takes his glasses off to wipe his eyes. 

“I think it’s just twisted,” Buck says. “I’m going to bring her inside and call the vet to see if she needs to get checked out. Okay?”

[glassica]

The Love Rival

Notes: wlw, toxic yuri, transmigration, magic, obsessiveness, possessiveness, accidental kid-napping, one-sided love, drugging

Gina barely finished the book before seeing herself getting shoved into it to play the role of the female lead. It wasn’t bad, she told herself. The novel was romcom, and for the most part it was full of tooth-rottening sweetness and little banters between Holly, the female lead, with her lover Julian. All Gina needed to do was replicating all the scenes and dialogues happening insides the book and she was good to go. There were trials and obstacles testing the love of the young lovebirds, but Gina concluded only the love rival Elise was worth watching out.

Elise, the love rival in question, was an embodiment of that stereotypical mean girl getting in the way of the main couple. Initially Holly’s best friend, their relationship soon fell apart after the heroine started getting more and more involved with the male lead, which some believed to be Elise’s target. She was a particularly irritating character, always interrupted the couple’s private moments with her childish antics. One time she deliberately fake an illness so Holly had to postponed the date with Julian. Another time she convinced Holly’s parents to let her daughter be escorted everyday by Elise’s carriage, thus preventing the late night trysts her best friend often go with that gentleman. But Gina was confident she could handle this. If anything, she had it easier than other unfortunate transmigrators who were forced to play the roles of villains, her biggest obstacle was only dealing with a petty love rival… or so she thought.

“Lady Elise… Why would you do this to me?... What have I done wrong?”

Gina kneeled down, her head spinning like crazy and eyes started getting blurry. Besides her was a cup of some saccharine-smelled purple liquid spilling all over the altar. When the heart within thumping louder and faster and her breathing began to feel like a chore, Gina could vaguely sense this was the end for her.

Elise’s chuckle was cold, the kind of laughter of a ruthless villain lavished in the madness of their scheme unfolding just as their wish. Well, of course she would, the villainess’s revenge was nearing its final stage.

“Oh, you sure did. You’ve done me wrong. Very, very wrong. Something unforgivable.”

The noblewoman gritted teeth furiously. Her azure eyes normally compared to calming waves of ocean, now resembled the endless raging tsunami determined to swallow whole that defenseless figure into its pit bottom. Gina couldn’t believe the cold-blooded monster right in front of her, whom there was a time, had been the dearest friend to the owner of this body. Was jealousy really that nasty of an emotion to completely erased all those years of good rapport between two young ladies?

Silence downinng the empty church’s atmosphere. Lurking underneath was a sense of dread and bloodlust emanating from the crazy antagonist just served to suffocate further the tormented heroine. Gina hadn’t uttered a single word back, her only goal at this moment was to try catching breath.

“Stop that half-hearted act, will you? I’m getting nauseous already from seeing you imitating my precious friend.”

Gina’s mind, which had been clouded and hazy from the drink, miraculously clear again from the shock. How did she know? Was Lady Elise all this time aware about another soul possessing her old friend’s body? So all this time the one Her Ladyship desire wasn’t the male lead but Holly herself?

“You’re a fraud. A poser. You tried clumsily to mimick the manners and attitude of my dear friend, but you could never be her. Yes, no one. Absolutely no one could ever replace my Holly. Absolutely no one could take her away from me.”

“Those annoying geezers were right. I should’ve consulted a proper wizard instead of hastily attempted a spell when having no experience with sorcery. Now not only I still haven’t own Holly’s heart, some stupid wench out of nowhere possessinng and ruining her body.”

“So you’re the reason behind my situation!” - Gina hissed. “How could you put the blame on me when all of this mess was all from your own misdeed!?”

“Oh sweetheart, do not worry. That’s exactly why I brought you here today! To right all my wrong.”

Elise kneeled down, taking the final look at the trembling figure in front of her. Deep down, she did feel sorry for the unassuming soul who was unfairly involved in this tumultuous one-sided love, but soon Her Ladyship snapped right back. No, she needed to look out for her beloved only, this dummy wasn’t worth getting swayed over.

“Soon enough, your soul will exit this body to make room for the rightful owner’s back. I’ll have Holly all to myself and you get see your old world again. Isn’t that a great deal? Considering this as my apology for making you suffer unjustly, Gina.”

[mruczega]

Means of Escape (Eyeless Jack x Reader) - Chapter (1/?)

Summary: You should have never walked out of that goddamn door. Chapter 1: Here I am: dark, cold, and drenched. In the middle of an abandoned city with nothing other than my phone. My feet feel sore, and heavy, as though they will give out any minute. I feel faint, but there is nowhere else to go. No one I can turn to. I force myself to keep walking, pretending that I'm not aware.

I hate days like this. The situations they got me into ranged from uncomfortable to horrid. Never pleasant in the slightest, and always at a price I should not be expected to pay.

Such days always start with something small. Dishes not being done, a bill being overdue, or a look that has lingered for a moment too long.  It never took much to get them riled up. It took even less for that anger to be directed at me.

Their relationship never made sense. They have hated each other for years by now, and yet they still choose to stay. The two of them being a fated pair has always seemed to be a lie. They pair as well as water and oil. A toxic combination, many would warn against. Yet they can never seem to go their separate ways.

They obsess over each other. And I seemed of no importance to either one of them.

Will they even care? My faith is nearing.

Home isn’t safe... neither are the streets but I took my chances with them. A decision I’m already beginning to regret. His footsteps are getting closer and closer. I don’t know how long I can keep trying to ignore them.

I know I am being followed.

What are the chances of a stranger going round and about this destitute town? Next to none! With all shops closed, and the streets empty, there is no need for anyone to be cruising the abandoned alleyways.

I’m sure that he is aware of my realization. After all, the crushing of the leaves is getting louder and louder and the distance between us lessens with each moment.

Everything is spinning out of control. His hot breath is almost upon my neck.

I want to – No. I need to get away. But how? There is no place to hide. No place to run to. My hands tremble as I take a quick glance at my phone.

It’s 3.45 am. 8% battery left.

“Hey!” the man growled out.

I kept walking. A little faster than I did before; pretending that I have not heard the man. Whatever he wanted from me, it was practically in his grasp. I need to run.

Like a predator GRASPING the nape of its prey, his sharp claws tugged the back of my shirt. A strong grasp pulled me back into the arms of that unknown man. What is he going to do to me?

“I don’t have any ca-“His rough grip held my jaw shut. Silencing my protests and pleas.

I tried to tear myself free, pushed and pulled and yet his hold on me felt as though it would crush my bones. A man with the strength of a bear. Smelling me like a beast.

“- I don’t get what you’re thinking,” he huffed, “all common sense seems to have gone out of the window for you to be walking around like that, here of all places”. His scolding touch made me want to bury myself under the ground. But I couldn’t do anything.

He treated me as a rag doll, moving and shuffling me around with ease. His arms engulfed me, and his being clouded all my senses. He seems to be everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.

I want to puke. Scream, shout, cry. Yet nothing came out. His arms closed tighter and tighter around me. As if I could have even gotten out of this cage in the first place. That relentless approach of his seemed to reek of desperation. What for? I do not know.

He took a deep breath and loosened his grip on me ever so slightly. “You will be ok” the man mumbled out. Talking to himself? Or me?

It feels like an obvious lie. None of this is anywhere close to being fine, my world is spinning into madness.

Everything faded to blackness.

By the time the colours returned, it seemed to no longer be the middle of the night. The dim rays of sunshine sneaked through the window blinds. Bringing a sense of comfort and confusion. A room too clean and proper, not the type of place I would usually find myself.

How did I get here? Where am I?

A warm dry bed, with thick silk-like blankets and countless pillows. This is not where I usually wake up.

My eyes scanned across the room, taking into account the countless worn-out books, somewhat scratched-up furniture and wooden detailing. It’s old, but well taken care of. Perhaps an antique?

“You’re finally up.” The man entered the room with purpose, setting himself on the side of the bed. Too close for my comfort. His face was covered with a striking blue mask. I have heard of him on the news. The eyeless harvester is what they call him. A man with a track record and alleged connections to the black market.

“Shush” he leaned towards me. “I know that your mind must be running a thousand miles a second, but you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re very lucky that I was the one to find you.”

A strange smile appeared on his face. His eyes glanced up and down my body. An assessment? Is he sizing me up, considering what he will take- at this stage?

He continued “I’m Jack, what may I call you?”

“…Y/N” I didn't want to reply.

“It’s good to see you up. Looks like you must be feeling a bit better now.” I nodded. “Excellent” he purred out. Quickly getting up from the bed. “I left some clothes on the nightstand. The en-suite is on the right. Feel free to take a shower while I grab you a bite to eat. I will be in the kitchen.”

He departed the room as quickly as he came. Showing no care for my response.

My phone is nowhere in sight.

Within minutes my feet were down on the floor. I stumbled towards the light, ready to see what awaited me outside those thick walls. My eyes fisted upon the vast green biome. Countless rows of trees, complimented by greenery of all sorts. Bushes, flowers, and moss. All laid out meters beneath.

Looking back, I headed to the other side. I grabbed the garments and entered the bathroom. An intense stench of copper hit me as soon as I opened the door.

[rosazoldyckk]

-Yandere Illumi Zoldyck X Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️ mentions of kidnapping, obsessive behaviour and loss of limbs near the end.

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Characters: Illumi Zoldyck

A/N: I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have any time to proofread any of this. But I hope it is good and worth the read anyways♡︎♡︎♡︎

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Only when you finally ran out of adrenaline did you notice the freezing cold of the night against your skin. For the longest time, you hadn't felt even a soft breeze ruffling through your now scruffy hair. But now, paired with the sound of leaves rustling in the midnight wind, you were engulfed by all these normal-strange sensations you had missed out on for so long.

Even though your feet hurt from all the running, and your lungs couldn't get enough of the air all around you, you felt so alive and happy, you were barely able to contain yourself from screaming in joy. Leaning against the brick wall, you decided to take a small rest in the alleyway, having come far already. How long have you been running for? Probably a bit more than hour, straight down a mountain and left and right and uphill and behind buildings. You'd have put rabbits to shame with how you sidestepped just to escape.

But…what now?

Many would call you sick in the head. That you'd run from a man that loved you so much wouldn't be taken positively by any thick-headed person around you. You couldn't go home, or to your parents, after all, if you were him, that's where you'd look first. Police? But what would you tell them? That you were kidnapped locked away for months by some psychopathic assassin? Illumi had told you more than once that it was utterly pointless to go anywhere - especially without him - after all, he made sure that no one would believe the terrible things you wanted to tell them. Everyone was under the assumption you were doing splendidly with your new boyfriend - a crazy assassin boyfriend who you didn't even know existed.

You had been seen with the assasin so many times around York new city that people liked to assume that what you had was a somewhat normal ‘Zoldyck’ relationship. They didn't know that he kept forcing himself into your personal space, that you didn't want to go anywhere with him anymore after he monopolized and clung to you for the better part of weeks. Eventually doing so much as to brutally murder anyone who even looked in your Direction, using the excuse that they were going to kill you and that you simply weren’t safe without him. Everybody knew that he was a Zoldyck and most definitely a man who lived up to his name, so there was very little that anyone could do to help. One could assume that after all he's done in the past and went through with all the Zoldyck training, his brain took a big hit, his arrogance and confidence only feeding into his egotistical views. But that he'd kidnap the person he claimed to adore, kept them holed up, and did things you didn't want to think about anymore that's not something anyone would accept easily.

In fact, if you two were ever again confronted with each other, he might blame you for giving him all these surreal emotions that made him lust for you so dearly! No... You decided then and there that you didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. You just wanted to go somewhere he couldn't find you. Somewhere you'd be safe and could start over without drawing any attention. Calm and peaceful, but most importantly, alone and safe.

At least, that was the plan, but biting the tip of your thumb, you realized you were still stuck in the middle of the city, with no money, no phone, and nowhere to go for help or safety. Perhaps if you visited the bank and asked for money from your account personally, they'd be able to provide you with some, but it was already late, and you doubted there was any bank near you that had a late-night clerk waiting for customers. You didn't like to settle somewhere outside for the night. You wanted to be gone as fast as possible, but what were you supposed to do? Clothed in just an oversized shirt and short shorts, you sunk to your bottom, pulling in your legs. At least, hidden behind some dumpsters in between buildings, no one would find you, simply assuming that you were a sleeping beggar.

This was still far more nicer than being with him.

Nicer than sleeping in his suffocating hold while he whispered his seemingly endless confession in your ear, your body bruised and fragile from his deathly touches.

Sleeping in some dirty alleyway was paradise compared to it.

🝮🝮🝮

"Ah, look at you," Illumi hummed as he stepped into the alleyway. Even though you had been dozing, immediately, your eyes snapped wide open, and you took on the stance of someone about to jump up and run again. However, your eyes could only fixate on his legs, standing right in front of you and blocking your way out. Even if you thought it was safest to hide, you didn't calculate the risk of getting found. "Oh dear, you must be freezing."

There was mockery in his kind words, but illumi was quick to strip off his Jacket and squat down, laying the fabric around your shoulder. Everything about him - the beady co eyes, the smell of his cologne, the rough tug he made as he adjusted the jacket over your shivering shoulders - made you want to vomit. Pictures of things he had done and things he was able to do to you popped into your mind while you sat there utterly frozen, trying desperately to come up with an escape plan.

"H-how did you...?" you mumbled, questioning yourself more than her. "What kind of a husband would I be if I could even find you? I missed you. Were you scared I wouldn't come?"

No, you were scared all along that he'd find you.

"B-but why?" you whispered, shoulders slumping. Illumi's lips curled into a pitying smile, one he probably imagined signaled empathy the best. But really, was there even a spark of humanity in this man that would let him feel these kinds of emotions? You doubted it more than anyone in the world. Hands falling from your shoulders to your hips and dragging forward over your thighs to your knees, Illumi took a deep breath, taking in every inch of you appreciatively. Like fine art, a rare sight to see, that's how you must have looked in his eyes.

"I told you I missed you, so I came–"

"No, why are you doing this. Why me? What do you want from me?"

Your voice sounded exhausted more than anything now. Now that you realized illumi had won, you were tired. There was something animalistic in the way he touched you. Possessive, victorious. He was the white lion prowling in a habitat that didn't fit him, and yet, he benefitted from it. However he did it, you knew he wasn't just passing by and found you. If you didn't know it better, you'd say he always knew where you went all along, every second of your escape. But it was inexplicable how, when, and why he knew, and it frightened you even more that he was so much more aware of everything going on around you than you were.

Illumi smiled, hesitating to answer while he thought hard about what to say. "You. I always wanted you. I want you to love me and cherish me. Make the whole world stop for a while without me having to worry that you will disappear from it. I am doing this for you as much as I am doing it for me, don't you understand? Won't you rely on me to do what is best for us?"

"Please…I don't want that," you replied firmly, not even a moment of hesitation on your side. No matter what he said, you couldn't decide if illumi was telling the truth or if he lied. You were sure he was manipulating you, but at the same time, he did it with the face of an angel, hiding much, much more than you'd ever know even if you expected there to be hidden meaning behind it all.

"Oh dear...I see," he sighed, the smile never leaving his glazed lips no matter how he was feeling at the moment. Was he angry? Disappointed? Enraged? You weren't sure if even Illumi himself knew. But you did notice his grip on your legs growing harder as he kept squeezing down on them. "Then I guess I will make you rely on me."

Surely enough, you couldn't keep up your scared-up-stance for much longer as he seemed to force you to the ground. You could feel your expression harden in pain as you gasped, pushing at his shoulders desperately. However, illumi used the moment of your focus shifting to move forward to your face, kissing you in a moment you were stunned by his unexpected actions. "Please my dear, don't hate me too much," he mumbled, almost sounding... remorseful.

"I just think those legs don't do us any good as long as they are attached to you. After all, we both need to make sacrifices."

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[headcanonthings]

So I have seen a couple fics where Tim runs a conspiracy social media account. And those are great! But you know what I think would be absolutely HILARIOUS? A fic where Tim gets everyone right but the Batfam (on purpose)

Okay stick with me for this because I’m pretty coming up with this on the spot and am typing this up on the app

So I’m going to start with the classic AU premise where Tim didn’t join the Batfam

Did Jason not die so there was no need? Or did Steph step up first? IDK but for whatever reason Tim did not become Robin and still lives all by his lonesome in a giant empty mansion next door to the family he’s obsessed with

Tim is still his usual stalker-y self and figured out Batman and Robin’s identity when he was a little kid

And since he’s not busy being part of the Bats, he’s got to fill his time up somehow so as more heroes start popping up Tim starts to see if he can figure out their identities too

And he does! Because he’s a freaking genius!

But what’s he gonna do with all this info??? He’s not gonna sell it or anything because he’s not EVIL

So he just kind of sits on it. Goes out and takes his pictures (he even makes a couple trips out of Gotham to get some snaps of the other heroes) . And pretends that living in an empty mansion doesn’t bother him at all. Nope. Not one bit. He is totally mentally okay.

So I’m not fully sure how he’s make the jump. Maybe he’s just really bored one day? Or maybe his parents in one of their rare conversations say something disparaging about his intellect?

Oh! Or maybe he sees everyone online one day throwing out theories about a hero and they are hilariously wrong. And Tim can’t resist. He figures if he builds a quick dummy/anon account his theory will just get lost in the rest of the noise

So he starts posting his theory (is it still a theory when he knows it’s a fact?) about the hero of todays focus …let’s say Green Arrow. Tim lays out all the evidence that could be easily accessed by the public on why Oliver Queen is the Green Arrow.

Tim is still careful though so his tone is pretty jokey throughout so that most readers are just assuming he’s making a joke theory

But that kind of backfired on Tim because that just helps spread it around

And maybe Tim’s one common sense brain cell is out for an extended vacation or something because even after his Ollie Queen is Green Arrow theory blows up he does it again! Maybe following it up with Black Canary or Arsenal?

And then he…just…keeps…going

He keeps up the jokey tone but if anyone gives it more than a couple seconds thought all his evident is really plausible!

Which worries the fuck out of the heroes because who the fuck is this guy and why does he know who all of them are!

Maybe after he’s done a couple theories people start asking him about specific heroes and Tim replies either right away because he already know or he’ll take a few days if it’s for someone he hast figured out yet (like some of the newer heroes)

But then someone asks about Batman and suddenly his common sense brain cell kicks in because nine year old Tim promised himself that he would NEVER reveal the Bats secret and he can’t break that promise!

So he throws out a completely trash theory that is nowhere near the Waynes. Maybe he picks Commissioner Gordon or some other well to do Gothamite (maybe even picks his own dad because what Gotham kid didn’t wish their dad was batman at some point?)

He tries to make sure that the theory is still plausible so it doesn’t stand out against his other ones

But this just throws more red flags up for the hero community because if he got all of the rest of them right why would this one be suddenly wrong?

Does batman know who it is? Is batman the one running the account? Did the account change hands and that’s why it’s suddenly wrong? If so what happened to the person who actually knew their identities?

I honestly don’t know where it all goes at this point.

Just like a mess of hijinks as heroes come up with plans to throw off anyone from actually believing Tim’s theories.

The Bats taking on the task of figuring out who discovered everyone’s identities and Tim both purposefully and also a bit accidentally being two steps ahead of them

Some inevitable confrontation where The Bats figure out the neighbor boy, who they all thought was traveling with his parents!, is the one who’s figured them all out

All of the Bats almost immediately deciding to adopt Tim (the kids just yelling at Bruce how is he not already out brother! He should have been years ago!)

The hero community demands Tim stop running his conspiracy (but actually it’s all true) social account and Tim sort of agrees by just switching it over to a full roast account

He starts liking other conspiracies and started backing them up with more plausible evidence

I don’t know I just think it would be really funny if Tim basically doxes every other superhero except for the Batfam because he’s loyal to them (and because of a promise he made to himself when he was a kid)

Wait one last thing just imagine after all of this, once he’s been integrated into the Batfam and the hero community under his own hero identity, he makes one more original conspiracy thread all around his own moniker and but it’s all Batman just found me and made me a hero :)

[makoodles]

I love how Lo’ak has become a little shit across each of your stories ☠️☠️☠️ like he’s always got that ride or die connection with reader (not criticizing I literally am obsessed with their relationship) and is just ETERNALLY done with whoever is trying to pursue his emotional support tawtute 😠☹️

Like he don’t give af about his parents trying to mate with a 3rd (or like a 2nd wife sitch) in Sex Edu, lol he’s like: “bruh you guys have literally ZERO game. Like negative rizz bc you chased her away. Mad embarrassing that neither the Olo’eyktan or Tsahik have any pull game. I get you guys are old and boring but no way I’m letting __ end up some eternal bachelor-meathead!!! YOU HSVE TO FIX IT. IM LOSING IT. I NEED MY TAWTUTE. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE. IN THESE CONDITIONS”

Jake and Neytiri: “… damn our boy is right…”

*proceeds to game out the most extra and over the top game plan to claim you*

Lo’ak:

oh my god you're so right 😭 it's crazy how you can have all these little tropes/sayings etc in your writing and never notice until it's pointed out!

i do actually love lo'ak as a character ahahahah which is why he keeps popping up like that!

i just think lo'ak would have such a little bond with the reader. like we can see in the movie how comfortable and familiar he is around the human outpost and how close he is with spider, so i think he would definitely latch onto you as an extra little parental figure. because you're so small and fragile though, he'd be super protective of you!

as far as lo'ak is concerned, you're already mated to his parents. you're always sitting in jake's lap, he kisses your head all the time, neytiri styles your hair and mends your clothes, you sleep over in their family home, you share meals. you may not notice this yourself thanks to your weak human senses, but you always smell like them too.

so when another na'vi starts flirting with you, lo'ak initially just feels kind of annoyed about it. it's a little funny, until he realises that you're allowing the flirting to happen. that's when he's gonna start getting protective, and looking to jake and neytiri with the biggest wtf expression because what the hell is happening right now

i imagine him like a little pomeranian, following along at your heels and sending glares at everyone looking your way - it's definitely nowhere near as intimidating as he thinks it is. you think it's adorable, even if you can't quite figure out why he's acting so defensive over you all of a sudden

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Four)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: The wedding is here!!!!

Thank you once again to everyone showing love to this story. It’s nowhere near done but my brain is getting antsy. I have like a billion Ghost stories I wanna write, some I've started already, some mere ideas in my pesky brain. I’d love to hear which ones you guys are most interested in first. I can’t list all of my ideas here because it would take too long but some of the ones I’m doing are;

-Ghost/OC/Soap story. MC is on the task force.

-I don’t wanna call it an alpha/omega story because the MC is human, but it's kinda along those lines with mates and stuff. But it falls into obsessive Ghost and reluctant (at first) MC. If you think this Ghost is pussy whipped for Lottie then… lmao just wait and see bby.

-a sunshine/grumpy trope story. Ghost absolutely wants nothing to do with her but she's so cute and ridiculous and happy and she worms her way in anyway >:)

-mediaeval ish story. MC is the princess, Ghost is a knight.  

-an actual alpha/omega story. Our poor little omega is traumatised and Ghostie takes care of her.

-Zombie AU story. Deals with some pretty dark and depressing shit.

I have more ideas but those are the ones pinging around my brain the most and some I’ve already started. Don’t be shy to let me know.

The wedding dress and the lingerie for reference.

I actually managed to pick a song that wasn’t the usual bands lmao My brain allowed it because good ol’ Greg here is the singer from The Dillinger Escape plan, who I believe our Ghostie listens to lololol

Greg Puciato - Heaven of Stone

In the earth below with

Nowhere else to go

I know that we'll belong

Set free from all the wrongs

In eternal gardens

Fallen flowers grow

I've held you all along

In heavens made of stone

‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ Simon tried to remember who said that, if he remembered right, it was Aristotle. Made sense though, didn’t it? Maybe that's why he’d spent most of his life miserable, feeling cold and empty like a haunted house. Maybe that was why he always felt like something was missing. He’d been only half of a soul, floating around like a wraith, trying to find his other half. Now he’d found her, had her stumble right into his life and now he knew he could never look back. He felt whole, he felt complete, he felt like everything was right and the world made sense.

Despite these feelings, he was greedily sucking nicotine from a smoke, his second in  less than fifteen minutes, as he sat perched on the wall outside of the courthouse. To say he was feeling nervous would have been a gross understatement. He wasn't having cold feet, in fact Tommy had been stunned by the lack of cold feet he’d shown all morning. He’d never been more sure of anything in his entire life, he knew he wanted her to be his wife. But he was nervous for a lot of other things, the variables in this scenario, the things beyond his control. Just as he hated that bullshit out on the battlefield, he hated it in his personal life. He loved to be in control, it meant he was less likely to get hurt, a feeling he’d been subjected to far too much as a child. He’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again. 

What if she was the one having cold feet? What if she decided she didn't want to marry a tosser like him? What if she decided she didn't want marriage at all? What if she decided she was bored of him and that she didn't want to be with him full stop? What if she didn't turn up? What if he went home and all her stuff was gone? What if, what if, what if? Too many thoughts, too many feelings and he was trying to calm himself down by chain smoking. 

“You're gonna get lung cancer before she even gets here at this rate,” Tommy huffed from next to him, snatching the pack of smokes out of his hand and pocketing them. Simon glared at him, stubbing out the end of his cig before flicking it into the bin not too far away. 

“I’m fine,” he grouched and Tommy eyed his leg that was anxiously bouncing before raising a smug brow at him. “Fuck off,” he huffed and Tommy snorted.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Si,” he murmured and Simon ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

Lottie would be here soon and he wished she’d just turn up early, to see if she would in fact turn up or if his life was about to quickly go down the shitter. 

“What if she doesn't turn up?” he asked, his voice so quiet with the shame of his admission. Tommy glanced at him, a sympathetic smile on his face as he clapped Simon on the back.

“She will turn up,” his simple answer just annoyed him and he heaved a sigh, glaring at him. “She thinks the world of you, Simon, anyone with eyes can see that. She’ll turn up. If anything, she’s probably panicking just as much as you right now. Probably convinced herself you won't be here,” Tommy said quietly and Simon knew he wasn't wrong. He knew his girl so well and she was probably working herself into an even bigger tizzy than he was. He just hated this anxiety, hated being away from her like this. He knew she loved him, his nerves were just getting the best of him. 

Tommy’s phone dinged and he glanced at it, grinning before he stood up.

“Come on, arse wipe, up you get. They’re on their way,” he beamed at him. 

Relief flooded his system then, knowing she was coming after all, Beth and his mum in tow after helping her get ready. He wondered just what she’d look like walking down the small aisle of the courthouse. 

He was wearing a suit, nothing too fancy, just a simple black and white suit that he’d worn to Tommy’s wedding. He’d contemplated getting something fancier, something just for this occasion, but Charlotte had told him to do what he wanted, whatever was comfortable for him so this is what he chose. He wasnt much of a suit person to begin with and he didn’t want to waste money on something that made him so fucking uncomfortable. He felt he scrubbed up decent enough anyway. 

He followed his baby brother into the courthouse to await his bride and his stomach felt like there were a million roaches inside, all squirming around trying to get out. He felt sick, breathing slowly so he didn’t fucking pass out and make a right knob of himself while he waited at the end of the aisle. The officiant was an older man, a kind face who had been nothing but nice and polite to the boys since they arrived. They all stood waiting for the girls to arrive. 

There wouldn't be music, the wedding march or anything of the like as she walked in. They could have requested it but she’d said no. He'd been a little surprised that she wanted a bare bones wedding like this but he hadn’t minded at all. He tended to agree with her though, weddings were shite. He just wanted to marry her. 

He heard the door start to open and he stood taller, as if standing to attention in front of his commanding officer. As the doors fully opened, he felt like all the breath got stolen from his lungs. The feeling was so reminiscent of when they first met and he never would have thought back then that he’d wind up making her his wife. 

She was an absolute vision and his throat constricted painfully as he couldn't stop staring at her, eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything. The dress suited her perfectly, the lace as delicate as she was and he felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears as the emotion overflowed inside of him. His mum was linking arms with her, giving her away as she had no parents of her own. He remembered how hard Lottie had cried when his mum had offered, remembered how he himself had cried no matter how embarrassing it might have been. 

Beth was behind them, holding the train of the dress in one hand, the other arm having an almost one year old Joseph perched on her hip. He was wearing fucking suit and everything. Little man looked proper dapper. 

His mum led Charlotte to him and his girl was staring at him with wide eyes and a tentative smile. After a pat to the arm off his teary mum, she sat down with Tommy, Beth and little Jo following along. He couldn't take his eyes off Lottie though as they stared at each other. Her brown waves were up in some braided updo thing, a few waves framing her face. She was perfect.

“You look like an angel, love,” he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion as he grasped her hands. She blushed, that pink looking so pretty on her face as she smiled shyly. Always acted like he was complimenting her for the first time. He never tired of making her blush, he loved that he could still have that effect on her. 

“You look so handsome, Si,” she murmured, making those moon eyes at him as if he’d hung the moon himself. Fuck, he wished he did. He’d do anything she asked of him no matter how impossible the task. 

He wanted to keep going on about how beautiful she was, wanted to kiss the gloss of her perfect lips, wanted to do a lot of things, but then the officiant started speaking.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Charlotte and Simon in marriage. This ceremony marks the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife,” he started and Simon felt the anticipation thrumming through his entire being. His eyes were still glued to his girl, even when he heard his mothers sniffle from her seat. 

“Charlotte and Simon, today you come before us to express your love and commitment to one another. Before we proceed, do you both affirm that it is your intention to enter into this marriage willingly and with full understanding of its significance?” he asked and Charlotte smiled up at Simon in a way that rendered his heart to mush.

"We do," they both answered and it made his lips tug up as he squeezed her soft hands gently.

“Excellent. Charlotte and Simon, marriage is a sacred bond, a union founded on love, respect, and mutual trust. It is a promise to stand by each other through life's joys and challenges. It is a commitment to support and uplift one another, to cherish and nurture your relationship each and every day. Now, Charlotte, please share your vows with Simon,” the officiant said with a warm smile. 

He could tell she was nervous, felt her hands trembling against his own. He expected her to pull out a piece of paper with her vows on, like his own that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Vows he’d agonised over and rewrote a billion and one times because no words could ever be able to sum up what he wanted to say to her. She didn't seem to need to read her vows though, apparently she had it all stored in her head.

“Simon… from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I’m grateful for every moment we've shared together. You’ve changed me as a person, for the better. Made me see I’m worthy of being loved. I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me but I’d love to spend the rest of our lives trying,” she started with a wobbly voice and shiny eyes. His chest felt heavy, like a weight bearing down on him as he suppressed the urge to cry like a right mard arse. He gave her a watery smile and she gripped his hands tighter. 

“I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin. I promise to support you, to encourage you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to listen to you with an open heart, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I choose you today and every day for the rest of our lives,” she murmured earnestly and he had to blink rapidly to quell the onslaught of tears threatening to break through. 

“Thank you, Charlotte. Now, Simon, please share your vows with Charlotte,” the officiant smiled. 

Simon swallowed thickly, one of his hands leaving Lottie’s so he could retrieve the little piece of paper in his breast pocket with a trembling hand. His breathing was shaky and he tried to calm himself, didn't want his voice to crack.

“Charlotte, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with…” he hated how close to tears he sounded, how the lump in his throat got bigger with each word leaving his mouth. Charlotte gave him an encouraging smile, bringing the hand she still held up to her mouth and placing a tender kiss to his knuckles. “You’re my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. Today, in front of our family, I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in all your dreams and endeavours, and to always be there for you. I promise to cherish you, to respect you, and to honour you for the incredible person you are. I’m so grateful to call you my partner, and I vow to spend the rest of my days makin’ you happy,” he choked out, stuffing the paper back in his pocket before wiping his eyes quickly. The officiant looked at Tommy then and he hopped up, fishing around in his pocket before grabbing the two rings, handing them to both he and Lottie. “As Charlotte and Simon exchange these rings, they are symbolising the commitment and love they have pledged to one another. These rings are more than mere adornments; they are a visible representation of the promises and vows made here today. Charlotte, as you place this ring on Simon's finger, may it serve as a constant reminder of your love, loyalty, and devotion. Let it be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share and a promise of your commitment to him,” the officiant said, gesturing to Charlotte and she smiled up at Simon, a heart melting smile before she slid the ring on his finger with the utmost care.

“Simon, as you place this ring on Charlotte's finger, may it be a symbol of your eternal love and unwavering dedication. Let it be a reminder of the promises you've made and a testament to the love that will continue to grow between you,” Simon’s thumb brushed over her finger before he slid the ring on, giving her hand a squeeze as he gazed down at her adoringly. 

“May these rings forever signify the love and unity you share as husband and wife. With this exchange, your lives are forever intertwined, and your journey together as partners begins anew. And now, by the power vested in me by the City of Manchester, I am honoured to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon wasted no time, gripping either side of Lottie’s face and leaning down, capturing her lips quickly. He’d wanted to do nothing but kiss her since she’d turned up. He kept it tame, he did have an audience after all, he he tried he pour all of his love, all of his emotion into the kiss. When he pulled away, her cheeks were aflame, amusement dancing behind her pretty blue eyes as she smiled at him.

“I love you,” she murmured and he felt himself melting all over again.

“I love you too… Mrs Riley,” he smirked and her smile widened.

They stayed a little longer to sign all the forms to actually be married before they all left the courthouse. Not before his mother had clung to him, weeping into his chest at how proud she was, how fucking happy he was for him. Made his heart feel like it had grown three sizes seeing his poor mum like that about him. 

Much to Tommy’s chagrin, there wouldn't be a reception. Charlotte hadn't really wanted one and if he was honest, neither did he. All he could think about as he looked at his new wife in that dress was wanting to get her home and getting inside of her. Before they left, his mum was adamant on getting some pictures that she could print off so they’d posed for her outside of the courthouse and he didn't think he’d ever had a picture taken of him smiling quite like this.

They’d gotten congratulations from the taxi driver on their way home after parting ways with his family and Simon felt his chest puff with pride that Lottie was now his wife. His other half. She was fully his and he felt like he was on top of the world. She seemed so happy, smiling and giggling as he told her shitty jokes on the way home, clutching his arm as they made their way inside and into the lift. 

As they walked down the hallway of their apartment, he scooped her up bridal style, making her squeal before she started laughing, gripping around his neck as if she thought he’d drop her. As if he ever would. He was smiling so fucking hard his cheeks hurt and he was sure he probably looked fucking psychotic at this point. He couldn't help it though, he’d never felt happiness quite like this, never thought he would. Hadn’t thought he deserved it. Yet here she was, beautiful and sweet Charlotte, giving him every drop of love she had in her entire being and he wouldn't waste a single bit of it. 

He carried her through the threshold, gently placing her on her feet as they got indoors and he shut the door behind her. His eyes turned hungry then as he gazed at her, eyes trailing over her in that fucking dress, looking like some angel sent from heaven to tempt him. 

He stepped towards her and the look in his eyes had her stepping back until her back hit the door, lips parted, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at him. He rested his hands either side of her on the door, caging her in, knowing she loved his size and loved feeling helpless around him, little minx she was. 

He trailed his nose along her delicate throat with a hum and she let out a soft noise that had his hard dick aching in his pants. He placed a wet and open mouthed kiss on her pulse point, making her moan quietly before he leaned back up to look at her with his blazing eyes. 

“You look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” he purred and she smiled, a delighted flash glinting in her eyes. 

“Be careful of the dress, it's a rental,” she smirked, making him snort softly.

“That’s a shame, wanted to fuck you in it,” he muttered wickedly, loving how she swallowed thickly, squirming where she stood. 

“I have something better… you should take the dress off,” she murmured, looking at him all coy like and batting her lashes. 

He was intrigued and horny so he did what he was told like a good husband, moving his hands from the door to around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her flush to his chest, her hands splaying on him as she blinked up at him. His large hand slid around to her back, finding the zip and unzipping it slowly, slow enough to make her shift impatiently. 

Once the zip was completely down, his hands trailed in a featherlight touch up to her shoulders, pulling down the dainty straps there. He tugged the dress down, revealing lingerie he hadn't expected underneath. His movements became a little faster now, pulling the dress until it pooled around her ankles and he let out a deep groan, his eyes darkening. 

“You dress up for me, angel?” he asked in a mere whisper and her blush swept up her chest to her face as she nodded shyly. What a fucking sight she was like this, white lingerie with delicate straps and flowers adorning her. She’d been right, it was better than the wedding dress. His hands slid up her hips to her waist and he leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers and feeling her smile against him.

“You like it?” she asked almost meekly and maybe it shouldn't have made his dick even harder, but it did.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he replied breathlessly. 

He trailed hot and wet kisses from her mouth, down her jaw and to her neck, lavishing it with attention, just how she liked it. She let out a breathy moan and he groaned in response, pulling her closer to him as his hands slid around to her arse. It was then he realised the lingerie was a thong and her perfect arse cheeks were on display for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gave them a firm squeeze, and she moaned a little louder this time. 

“On the bed, love,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her painfully. He needed to get out of his fucking clothes so he could have his way with her before his dick fell off. She flashed him a pretty smile before they both made their way to the bedroom and she sauntered over to the bed. He watched her lay on her side, watching him with rapt attention as he started to undress. His lips tugged into a smirk at her blatant ogling so he made sure to take his time as he unbuttoned his shirt before peeling it off, his pants soon to follow. 

Once he was finally free of his constraints, he made a beeline for the bed and Charlotte rolled onto her back waiting for him. He climbed on, parting her thighs and groaning in delight at the view of her soaked cunt behind the sheer white material. 

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me already like a good little wife,” he drawled and he didn't miss how her breathing hitched at his words. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched him keenly and he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, loving how soft her skin was. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, his cock twitching at how she arched her back, trying to get closer to him. 

He couldn't tear his eyes off her, he loved her so much it felt like it caused him physical pain sometimes. He leaned down, kissing every morsel of skin he could that poked out of her body suit, worshipping her body like the goddess she was. Fucking hell, he’d give his life to her, devote everything he had in him to her. 

She was writhing under his touch, at every flutter of his lips against her skin, every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was reverent with every touch as he made his way up her body, paying extra attention to her neck and getting a lovely moan from her. 

His lips finally claimed hers and she was so desperate for him that he felt like he might spill his load without being touched. How had he gotten so lucky? What on earth had he done to deserve such a beauty in his life that was the radiance she exuded? She was absolutely everything to him, the beginning and the end, completing him like the puzzle piece he’d spent his life searching for. 

“What?” she asked shyly and he realised then he’d stopped kissing her and was just looking at her with those soft eyes he had, only for her. He felt heat bloom high on his cheeks, in the top of his ears and she noticed because she smiled warmly at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck lovingly. 

“I just… I love you. Never thought I’d have this,” he admitted quietly and her eyes softened, her smile widening. 

“I love you too,” she fluttered a pretty smile at him, pulling him back down and massaging her lips against his. 

He melted into her, his hand trailing down her body like some sacred object before it brushed her dripping cunt over her underwear. She gasped and he moaned, practically salivating over how needy her body was being. Part of him wanted to go all out, fuck her with his fingers, lick her pussy until she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t. Seeing her in this pretty white lingerie, seeing her in that dress, seeing her with his ring on her finger, branding her as his… It was too much. He needed her so badly he was sure he’d die. 

He hooked his finger in the string of her underwear, dragging it from where it lay over her cunt and arse, pulling it to the side to sit in the crease of her thigh. He gripped his aching cock, rubbing against her soaked heat and she let out a needy noise that had his blood running hot. 

He sunk into her with a loud groan of relief, her own moan bleeding into his. He bottomed out deliciously and she had that pretty look on her face that told him he was filling her tight little cunt up to the brim, filling her up good. The hand beside her head was used for leverage, his other winding around her lower back to angle her better and keep her as close as possible before he started rutting into her. 

If he wasnt half gone with lust, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours as his pretty little wife started keening, clawing at his shoulders as he fucked the soul out of her, trying to claim it for his own. The legs of the bed squeaked, the headboard slamming into the wall and the room was full of obscene sounds. Their moans, the sound of their skin slapping together as he fucked her like a man possessed. 

He wanted to tell her she was his now, belonged to him in every way possible, wanted to tell her she wouldn't be leaving him ever, not if he had anything to do with it. He wanted to say a lot of things but his mouth could do little else but moan like a needy whore at the pleasure he felt. She was divine, being with her like this was a holy experience for him and it set every nerve ending in his body on fire. 

His lips crashed to hers and the kiss was messy, desperate as they both clawed and pawed at each other, chasing a release that felt higher than any other. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she tangled her tongue with his and he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his skin, a reminder of how she willingly gave herself over to him today. They were no longer separate souls, two halves separated into two bodies. They were joined in union, tied together forever. He’d follow her even after death if it came to it. 

He angled his hips just right, brushing that spot inside of her and pressing against her clit with his public bone and the noise she let out would make a porn star blush.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he moaned, struggling to hold into his sanity as her cunt fluttered around him 

“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her pale cheeks flushed red, irises nowhere in sight as her eyes were overtaken by her pupils. Her voice was pleading, bordering on desperate as she clung to him like she might float off the earth if she didn't. 

He didn't stop, he kept his brutal pace, sweat trickling down his temple with the effort it was taking to not fill her up, not yet. He felt the moment she came, felt her pussy grip him so tightly he was worried she’d cut off his blood supply. It felt like she was trying to suck him inside of her, trying to consume him and he’d let her. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, guttural and primal as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside of her, over and over. He felt like he'd never cum that much in his life. 

They both lay there, panting and sweaty and he tried not to squash her as they came down from their highs. His lips found hers, the kiss tender, slow, loving. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and sweet and it made his chest feel tight. When he pulled away, she was radiant, glowing from the inside out as she blinked her pretty eyes at him. 

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she murmured and it made the tightness in his chest worse. 

He couldn't fathom being something someone wanted, that someone would be lucky to have him. But he knew she meant it, down to her fucking bones and god if it didn’t feel good. If it didn't make him feel like he could do anything when she looked at him so lovingly. He felt like he could take on the world. He was the lucky one and he knew that, to have such a loving partner, now wife, to have someone with so much love inside of her, all to himself. 

She’d raised herself, had been starved of love and basic human decency for most of her life and she’d turned out perfect. She’d raised herself and done it right and it made Simon feel like he could take on his own demons. If she could come out of the other side burning brighter than the sun, then so could he. 

They would chase each other's demons away, make the shadows crawl back to wherever they came from. She lit him up from the inside out and it made him feel warm. Made him feel like he was actually living and not just existing. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies and he refused to part from her now he found her.

[vanillagalaxiez]

Fandom - PitBabe | Pairing - WayBabe

You Belong To Me

Tags: Forced Bonding | Emotional Hurt

Date: 21st January 2024

Description: Charlie is dead: Tony is coming after Babe: Babe is depressed, and Way shows up intending to make Babe his alpha once and for all, "for Babe's own good" that is; despite Babe's refusal.

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It had been less than forty-eight hours since Charlie’s funeral. Babe didn't know what to feel anymore; he didn’t know what to think—he felt numb, yet he ached so terribly on the inside at the same time. He wished he was the one who died in that bloody accident instead of Charlie; he blamed himself. None of this would've happened if he had not allowed Charlie to race.

Alone, Babe lay curled up in bed in his home, clutching tightly to one of Charlie’s shirts like his life depended on it, breathing in the scent of his lover because, in a few days, it would be gone and he would be left with nothing more than memories.

He wiped his eyes slowly, although he had no more tears left; his eyes still stung. He had no words, either—he had nothing and no one by his side except for a pit of emptiness that consumed him with each passing second. He was drowning, although he was nowhere near water.

So lost in thoughts, Babe didn’t realize someone had entered his room until he felt icy fingers slithered into his hair in such a tender manner that he might’ve thought it was Charlie if he didn’t already know his lover was dead. Instantly, he scrambled to sit up while he glanced over his shoulder. He expected no one—he had told them all to leave him alone!

A shocked gasp slipped from his lips when he caught sight of Way, and instantly Babe’s eyes morphed into something dark, something bitter and angry.

“What are you doing here?” He snarled, because what was Way doing there?

After Babe found out that his ex-best friend was an enigma who worked for Tony, who attempted to sabotage his relationship with Charlie numerous times, and who drugged him because he wanted to sleep with him, Babe refused to accept Way back into his life. Although, unfortunately, they still saw each other at the garage, he had changed his phone number and cut all ties with the betraying bastard. At some point, he could’ve forgiven Way for drugging him—he knew Way had loved him, which somehow turned into a full-blown obsession��but he refused to forgive Way for working against him and for working for Tony.

For a moment, Way’s face stayed emotionless as he stared at Babe’s patheticness, and he said nothing. This angered Babe further, so in a fleeting motion, he stood up from the bed, stepped up to Way’s face, and gritted, “What? The. Fuck. Are you doing here, Way? I’m only asking you once.”

Way had a look to him—one that Babe had never noticed before. He seemed rather selfish and uncaring in the eyes and the way his lips barely lifted into a conniving smirk. Of course, he didn’t care that Babe was grieving—he was probably gloating on the inside because of Charlie’s death. Sick bastard! Babe would give him one minute to explain himself, and then he would kick him out and get the locks changed.

“Babe… I come to see you—I know you don’t want to see me. I. I want to make things right— for the both of us, ” Way finally said, and what an awful thing to say to someone who just lost the love of their life. And then Way did something more stupid and selfish; he took Babe’s hand into his own and said, “Since Charlie’s dead... I think—I want to take care of you.”

Babe’s eyebrows furrowed, and he gritted his teeth so hard that it was a wonder they didn’t crack. How dare Way come into his home and suggest he should take care of Babe after everything he had done?! “How dare you?” Babe said in a dangerously low tone before his voice morphed louder, “ How dare you, Way!? After everything—after everything you’ve done, do you think I would want to be with you? You’re a fool, you know that?”

A pained look seeped onto Way’s face when Babe snatched his hand away, and he pleaded, "Babe, if you only listen. I didn’t come here to argue. I already said I’m sorry—”

“Your sorry is useless.”

“Damnit—shut the hell up and let me speak!”

Babe’s eyes doubled. Out of all the years he had known Way, the man had never raised his voice at him, until now. If it were another time, Babe might’ve felt hurt. They had a great friendship; how could he not? Way was no longer a friend to him, though. Perhaps a snake, a wolf in sheep’s clothing—a deceiver. Way was no friend, and yet, despite the curses making their way up Babe’s heated mouth, he kept it shut and allowed Way to speak:

Way sighed, satisfied, before he pushed the fringe out of his face and said, “Tony is coming for you. He heard about Charlie’s death; he wants to take you, Babe.”

Babe's frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”

“Tony wants to sell you to some Chinese businessman—the man wants you as his mate, and he’s coming here with Tony to mark you.”

Babe had no time to think about Tony between the time of Charlie’s death and his funeral arrangements, yet now...

“I will never allow that to happen.”

“You don’t have much of a choice. He’s stronger than you—he has backup, and you have no senses.”

Instantly, Babe’s eyes doubled, and he took a step backward; however, he could not go anywhere as the back of his knees had already made contact with the bed. No matter—how did Way know he no longer had his senses? And if Way knew, then Tony knew also. Suddenly he left bile rising in his throat, and if he hadn’t swallowed it back down, he would’ve thrown up.

“How do you know about that?” He asked, hating how weak and pathetic his voice came out.

Suddenly, Way took a step into Babe’s space and answered, “I know a lot of things about you.”

As the words were stuck in Babe’s throat, a minute of silence passed between them, and he watched as Way's stare morphed into one of maddening hunger, the kind a predator got whenever they spotted a prey, weak and trembling on their hinds. And although Babe was an alpha, he was one without senses—one who had lost nearly everything, one who was weak and trembling.

“Let me take you instead, Babe,” Way said seriously. “I’m better than Tony, and some rich asshole who only wants to use you; I care for you. Let me mark you. Let me be your enigma. I will be good to you—you know I will.”

By some miracle, he managed to find his voice, and with force, he shoved at Way’s chest. “Like hell, I’ll let you mark me,” he snapped, shoving Way toward the door one too many times, who stumbled backward. “I don’t love you—I’ve never loved you, Way! Not the way you want me to. Can’t you see? You’re not Charlie. You’ll never be Charlie! As for Tony, let him come. Even without my senses, I can take him. Now leave.”

“Now you’re the one acting foolish.”

“Fucking leave!”

“No!”

Babe stopped moving in an instant—all thoughts were gone. His whole body was seized by weakness as Way’s poisonous gaze tore a string around his neck, choking him, and he felt immobilized. At this moment, he could not believe it, and his disbelief showed through the tears that suddenly sprung from his eyes, trickling bitterly down his face. He knew about Way’s senses—about how he could hypnotize others, about how he would never use it on Babe. All lies.

Why was Way doing this?

What were his intentions?

Would Way hurt him?

Despite Way’s senses, Babe knew it wasn’t strong. He could fight Way— he would fight him, snatch his throat out if he had to because how dare Way do this to him?

“You’re not marking me,” Babe said, and he said it so bitterly that it caused Way’s sadness to show—caused him pain. Good, Babe smiled, because he suddenly despised Way more than imaginable. “I don’t want you and I don’t want Tony—I only want Charlie, and if I can’t—”

“Charlie is dead!” Way snapped with madness in his eyes. “And I’m glad he’s dead because that means I get to have you—and I will have you, Babe. Do you want to know why? Because you belong to me. ”

Who did Way think he was? Babe belonged to no one, only Charlie, and Charlie was gone. Although Babe so desperately wanted to shout and scream those words, he could not deny the madness in Way’s tone—the obsession in his behavior. Way seemed to be capable of doing anything, so Babe knew he needed to be cautious in his approach, especially now that he had no senses and no one to shout for help if he needed it.

“I don’t agree to this,” he said calmly.

Babe had hoped the sudden change in his attitude might calm Way down to act rational. He was wrong, though. It appeared that Way was on the verge of insanity—of losing it. And before he could do anything, Way reached out as quick as lightning, snatched him by the throat in a biting grip, and yelled into his face, “I don’t care!”

When Babe began struggling, his fingers instinctively reached out to grab his ex-best friend’s grip. Way chuckled—something between cruelty and menacing.

“Way—Stop this!” Babe pleaded, gasping for air.

Way, however, refused to listen. Instead, he dragged Babe over to the bed, and he declared—more to himself than to Babe—“I don’t care anymore—I’m done caring with what you think— with what you want. From now on, it’s what I want—what I need. ”

Babe’s heart thundered in his chest, threatening to explode, and yet he fought. His arms stretched out, snatching Way—scratching him on the face and in his eyes. If he weren’t so helpless, he would’ve marveled at the way blood trailed down Way’s face. He kicked plenty, too. He screamed, cursed, and yelled: “Way? What—What are you doing?” He hated how scared he sounded. “Way—Damnit, stop it!”

Way tossed him onto the bed without any care, and finally, air made its way back into Babe’s burning lungs, and he gasped—heaved while Way stood, watching him—drinking in the sight of his struggles with deep interest and a mocking stare.

When Babe looked at Way, his lips trembled when he asked, “Why are you doing this?”

Way took a knee on the bed before he descended to Babe’s level. “I’m doing this for your own good,” he answered with hunger in his eyes, like he truly believed what he was saying. “Just relax, and this will be over before you know it.”

Babe was no fool; he knew what Way was about to do: Way would mark him—force a mating bite on Babe’s neck. Quickly, he staggered to move away from Way, away from the bed—the apartment—this life. However, before he could move an inch, Way grabbed him bitterly by the root of his hair. “You’re not going anywhere,” he stated in an emotionless and deadly tone after he forced Babe’s legs apart and situated himself between his thighs.

“What are you doing?!” Babe yelled, panic evident in his voice, while fear throbbed in his flesh, temples, and veins as he struggled under Way’s punishing weight. “Way?! Answer me!”

Way, however, did not give him the answers he so desperately craved to hear. Instead, with so much composure, he tightened his grip on Babe’s hair—his eyes glinting when Babe gasped from the sting—and used his other hand to grip both of Babe’s wrists above his head before he descended until his lips hovered an inch away from Babe’s trembling, tearstained ones. “Present your neck for me, Babe,” he whispered like they were lovers, but his words were that of a command, and Babe, despite his struggles, had no choice but to oblige. Way blew lightly on his neck, where his scent glad showed—exposed—and whispered, “Good boy.”

A choked-out whine left Babe’s mouth, and he cried so bitterly that Way’s face morphed with concern for a splitting second before he went to drag his tongue along Babe’s scent gland, tasting him. Babe wished he could turn away from this—he wished Charlie was there to tear Way away from him, to mark him instead. None of this was possible, though, so he cried some more when he felt the touch of Way’s canines seconds before the other man bit down, so tender, so loving, so careful not to cause him any harm—oh, but the damage it did to his heart. He would never be the same after this—he would surely go into a void.

Babe screamed a glass-shattering, ear-piercing scream.

It wasn’t because of the pain exploding in his neck, eating at his whole body.

No.

It was because, despite this, the mark on his neck would guarantee that he was now Way’s alpha.

Babe knew his mind would never accept this.

Someday his heart would, though.

This thought frightened him dearly.

Soon after, when Way detached his canines from Babe’s neck, Babe lay lax on the bed as the other man tenderly lapped over the fresh wound. “No one can take you away,” Way said with awe in his voice when he was done, and although he released Babe’s wrists, Babe saw no need to do anything—what was there to do? Way owned him. Charlie was dead. Tony would never get to sell him. Way stared at him with soft eyes; the next words that came out of his mouth were anything other than soft, though: “Now you truly do belong to me, Babe... Even though you don’t want me, we both know that when the time comes, your body will be screaming for me, and I will be right here waiting for you.”

Bastard.

“No—never,” Babe gritted. Deep down, he knew Way was right, though. Someday, perhaps sooner than he imagined—tomorrow, next week, next month—his senses would heighten and his body would cry out for its other half, for its enigma.

Way thumbed away a tear that slipped from Babe’s left eye and whispered with mockery, “Oh, Babe. Yes.” And then he laughed—with sick glee, he laughed.

“How could you do this to me?” Babe asked, sounding pained and wounded—he was, both on the inside and outside.

Suddenly, to Babe’s surprise, Way snapped in a whispered, deadly tone into his face. “Everything is always about you, isn’t it? Have you ever wondered how agonizing it was to watch you throw yourself at Charlie and those whores you kept around all those years? What about me, Babe? How could you do that to me?!” Way paused. He took a second to seemingly recollect himself—to breathe, to inhale and exhale—and when done, he went on, calmer this time with a tight smile, “No matter. It doesn’t matter. I have you now, and that’s all that matters.”

Way would never get him the way he wanted; he would never get his heart, his soul, his undying love; Babe would always belong to only Charlie.

As rage bubbled up inside of Babe, he spat into Way’s face and snarled with poison on his tongue, “I hate you.”

Instead of getting angry, instead of lashing out, Way laughed the same cruel laugh once more and wiped the spit away from his face. “I know,” he said so casually as he slipped himself off on top of Babe and away from the bed. With his back turned from Babe’s view, he sighed deeply and added, “Don’t worry, Babe. You will learn to love me someday. It might not be next week or next month—hell, it might not even be a year from now. But you will love me someday. I’ve waited many years for you; I can wait many more.”

A shuddering gasp left Babe’s mouth, and although he said nothing, he knew that Way knew that he knew.

He knew that one day he would give in; one day he would accept Way.

And for that, he was deeply afraid.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BBP, thank you for your level-headed take on the hate. That said, could you help a bit more on how to dealing with the overwhelming hate? My timeline was fairly clean, but I was on reddit where there was a very one-sided vitriol towards Jimin and about his singing. So I tried to report on different platforms and my exposure to these vile accusations and sexually charged hate speech made me really sad. Idk how you've been able to report and deplatform some of the most awful bunch in the past. How do you not get emotionally drained? I feel so indignant for Jimin and I can't help but feeling hurt, which I know is not a good approach. I wanted to enjoy this comeback wholeheartedly, but I now feel a heavy weight in my heart. I also know that Jimin is a perfectionist and very hard on himself, I hope that he isn't beating himself up too much. He is a phenomenal artist, and I hope the recency bias doesn't get to him too much. If this is what (probably nowhere near the magnitude given the severity and size of army fandom at the time) army+bts went through in 2016-2018, then I can't commend the perseverance and strength of them enough. It's really incredible, and makes me feel better and want to do better. It's equal sign & letter time, I guess. Regardless, your advice would be much appreciated.

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Ask 2: Lool Jimin is an embarrassment >..< Armys act high and mighty pretending you don't see that sorry excuse for an idol getting dragged all over Twitter lmfao lmfao >..< I wonder what you're going to say now BPP how will you spin it >..< Or are you going to defend his encore bleating?? Jimboy is my bias in BTS >..< you know why BPP? Bcos he can't lie Your boys tried pretending they're singers oh they tried hardddd but Jimin didn't get the memo!! I thought it will be Namjoon to fuck up first in solos given how sex obsessed he is but he pulled through lucky you BPP. Not lucky j-hope flopped >..< but Armys pretended he didn't. Jimin is where all the pretense dies. In solo era your dozens can't hide BPP and no amount of mass buying will change it. Thanks to Jimin the whole world knows BTS is a fraud >..< One day the whole tower of cards will come falling down. Your sick cult fandom will be exposed and your emperor will have no clothes. You know it no wonder you're miserable harassing bloggers here. Do you think people don't notice? How you steal from people here? Your favs are just like you.

Stop harassing bloggers here. You're not satisfied to run them off the app? Go back to the gutter you crawled out of and take your disgusting privileged dozens with you. Nobody will notice and there will be peace.

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Ask 3: Ngl Bpp, but the success Face is getting in countries like Japan and UK really surprises me. I mean I was expecting him to do numbers but I didn’t expect it to do this well? Specially after all the stuff that’s been happening left and right. I know he’s Jimin and the maknaes in general are expected to do really well because they’re super popular and have tons of solos on top of that too but still. I’m not knocking on Face at all because it’s definitely my top 2 debuts but I guess you’re right that Jimin did unleash something that he hides away deliberately…

I’m expecting even more for Jungkook too especially if he goes more poppy. For Tae I think it will do just as well as Jimins, less maybe if he goes the jazzy, slow type that he’s done but I think he’ll do better in Korea if that’s the case. I’m really curious what those two are planning because they’ve been working on their solos for years now and have scrapped a ton of songs already. I wonder if they’ll flip the expectations too like Jimin did.

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 1, the second ask in this post is here for your benefit. Normally when I get asks like that, I delete them. I don't get the really creepy ones anymore because escalating the issue to Tumblr each time got the creepy users permanently banned from the platform. The asks I end up keeping now are the ones that occasionally make me chuckle, like Ask 2. I just thought (and still think) it was so odd but quaint to say "Jimboy". Lol. As though Jimin's name is Jimmy... and like it's 2023, who actually says "Jimboy"? Also, "the emperor will have no clothes"?? I know what that means but it was so random I actually laughed reading it. It's also the most recent hate ask so I didn't have to scroll that far to get it lol.

What did you feel reading that ask? Annoyance? Anger? Confusion? Amusement? Bewilderment? Hate? Now, has anything changed in the last few minutes, in the real world, since the time you read that opinion and now? Actually, who even is this person saying it? They can't be anybody worth listening to if what they're saying isn't based in fact to begin with, can they? Until now I've never actually sat down to think this out, but that's basically the chain of questions that shoots down my mind in a split second when I see things like Ask 2. In fact my only takeaway from that ask is it's a shame its author is a bit insane, because I actually like their sense of humor. I mean, "Jimboy"? Really?

My point in saying this is, your personality will always impact how you approach hate, and this is something I didn't fully appreciate until recently. My personality is such that exposure therapy really does work on me - I've been into this for so long that few things are genuinely surprising (which is one reason I appreciate BTS/HYBE because that SM fiasco? Lol! Was left-field grade A entertainment. 10 years on and they still impact this system like new blood). Anyway, a lot of the talking points and insults get old. Like I know that in 2026 we'll be answering these exact same questions when a new wave of fans join the fandom, because this has happened every 2 - 3 years since 2013. When I first started actively writing on this blog, it was around the time Jimin was in a controversy related to missed insurance payments I think. There was a lot of hate and at first I'd respond to asks by pointing out how this will hardly impact Jimin in the real world, how Jimin hardly comes online anyway, how the people who write things like that are weird and miserable, how they're essentially binary code... I didn't appreciate that some people need more to understand what's happening because the scale and pervasiveness of hate in k-pop, whether in shippers, solos, ARMYs, or k-pop stans, is frankly senseless. So, I'll say a few more things if you don't mind.

Specifically on how to deal will hate towards Jimin or idols you like:

This might be weird to say, but one thing I consider very important is to remember what you are. You're a fan. That's it. Your scope of effective change is mostly beneficial when compounded with other fans' efforts. And even then, Jimin is his own person, a person strong enough to thrive in an environment as caustic as this, surrounded by people he loves and people who love him. So I get it when you say things like, "I feel so indignant for Jimin and I can't help but feeling hurt," but at the same time, it will be easier to detach and gain perspective when you remember what you are in this situation, a fan. And so is that person hating him. It's okay to just step back, log off, and go do something else if you're not in the mood to respond to them clearly, or to just report and block (recommended). Jimin is more than fine. Obviously. He already hears how much of a respected artist he is from his bandmates, their staff, talkshow hosts, interviewers, and designers, and what I suspect he'd like to see more is the response from his fans. So if you like what you're hearing, express that however you like. Just doing that is powerful and amazing. And going by that meme dance (the one JK too did), that Jimin posted on Instagram, maybe Jimin will notice how you express your love for his work. I'm writing all this to show it's not merely cliché to say focus on the music, it really just makes sense.

Anon in ask 3, thanks for providing a good segue into showing one of the best ways to deal with criticism IMO: actually listen to the music and support the artist. You were mad, amused, or both, reading Ask 2 weren't you? It didn't seem rational to you at all, did it? Responding to posts like that Anon's will take time away from you enjoying or assessing what Jimin has released, so it only makes sense to just focus on Jimin and support him harder. That's what ARMYs and his other fans did for him the last two weeks, and that's what they'll do again for Yoongi's D-Day release.

[ Your surprise at Jimin doing so well though lol... Jimin released the album of the year, ended k-pop, and owned every live performance, and you're surprised the fandom rallied for him and the world loved his work? Come now. ]

Speaking of D-Day's release and ARMY support, Taehyung and Jung Kook's debut will be so chaotic for the fandom oh lawd. I almost don't want to be here for it, but I also don't want to miss it because theirs could be the biggest debuts in the group and I honestly like Taekook's music so far. Both Tae and JK have made pop tunes so I assume they'll have a mix of pop, R&B, jazz, and/or hip hop in their albums. Let's pray Jungkook was thoroughly inspired by Jimin in Set Me Free Pt 2 and we get nasty rapper JK in JJK1, or a feature with one. We know Jungkook will be dancing hard in at least one MV too...

Besides that I have no expectations for Tae and JK. They'll both do very well.

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Anon in ask 1, hate is something you'll only see more of unfortunately the longer you spend time in k-pop circles online, especially if BTS remains at the top of the hierarchy for a lot longer. I think whatever impact that will have on BTS will be insignificant so long as each member keeps making art. I could be wrong but that's also an outcome outside of our control, so why fret about it. Also, I personally enjoy a good debate and don't mind seeing critiques often because sometimes you learn something new, so I'd encourage you to remain in the spaces you're in, but it's also okay to curate your feed or block spaces that are clearly toxic to you. It takes a few tweaks but it's possible to curate a fan space online that's fun and helpful/informative to you as a fan. My $0.02: if that's what you want though, don't open a Tumblr account and turn on the Anon feature. Lol. A lot of people are just weird.

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(Lets all say a silent thank you to my cousin who suggested that I record him at major moments last week) 2/3And Brian said there’s nothing noble about being poor. (And my brother lost his mind. Im glad you gave me a heads up that you guys were wondering about this scene so i could film him) ‘Wait!!!!! hold up!!! Pause it! I’ve had thoughts about brian and money and *waves his hands while fast walking* stuff but I need my laptop! (he has over 20 google tabs opened with research about colleges in Pittsburgh that could do marketing degrees, how much it would cost and shit like that. One tab was also ‘how to learn to play violin in less than a week’ he said he wanted to see if its really that hard) Okay so! I’ve been thinking A LOT about this. So Mike said they were in the same school, remember? But Mike dropped out or something like that from college which to be fair, so did I and I think I’m doing fantastic, haters that go by the name mom and dad may disagree but I’m here for a fun time not to cure cancer, anyway back to Brian. Brian has this big fancy wearing suit type of job and he’s a partner remember? So that unfortunately demands a resume with big words on it like “college”. So Brian definitely went to college and he obviously worked his ass off since clearly him and Mike are nowhere near each other cash wise. I mean a loft like that? That he probably owns? At 30? Plus the suit wearing job? Yeah, he did a lot of work and probably even had straight As. Probably even in high school so he could get into college AND like how he keeps going at Justin for school? Remember him being impressed by his SATs and how he would make him study like crazy. Shit I wouldn’t be surprised if he even quizzed him during sex. Poor Justin for sure got a boner while taking a test. Wait im getting distracted! Anyway his *gags* dad also took money for him AND HE HAD IT FUCKING READY! He went to see him and he already had it ready! And just before his nephew said Brians sister says he doesnt give them any money which clearly not true to some level but clearly they saw him make money and they took it. And we both know that house was on fire! It was burning every day! This dude made it out alive but he most definitely got 3rd degree burns. So he for sure knew the only way out was to turn 18 and get into college far away and then never come back unless it’s for a funeral to make 100% sure that they are in in that box. So him saying there’s nothing noble about being poor is coming from a different place than what Justin is dealing with with that fucker. That dude is just a broke college student who got offered a deal that kinda sucks BUT he said it himself to Jen, his parents payed for shit, they supported him. Meanwhile Brian? Every single thing he has down to his drugs was bought by him. And i doubt he’d ever take anything from anyone because you know how shitty abusive parents are? They buy you a box of cereal once and then throw it in your face for 3 years straight. So he probably never got anything from his parents and if he did it came with a price *looks at paused Brian on tv and takes a deep breath* and probably some bruises too. So him saying and thinking that, is coming from a place of survival and “look what i did for myself” when everyone probably told him he’s never gonna be anything except maybe dead. And sure he clearly loves money and power since he’s even willing to work with that fucker but in some way can you blame him? He was powerless all his life. But if that would be Ethan who would say that? Now that’s different. It’s not exactly survival in the same sense *looks at me in worry* i fear, i lost the plot of the point..i will make it back but i need to think. *plays the episode again* ‘WHY WOULD THEY MAKE HIM JERK OFF TO RAGE?! No matter what he’s always gonna be obsessed with Brian. HE IS RUNNING WITH SPERM IN HIS CUP! RUN FORREST RUN. Is that really how this was done?’

WOW the character analysis from your brother… I personally think he’s spot on (I’ve given a lot of thought to Brian’s SES background and where he is financially and professionally at the start of the show… too much thought? Nah.) (Btw tell your brother some day that the fandom thinks Brian went to Carnegie Mellon - I love all his open tabs) And this is happening in parallel to Stockwell - Brian is clearly a take the money and who tf cares where it’s from because he had to be, he didn’t have any alternative. His advice makes perfect sense for him to have survived.

Cosign your brother’s analysis.

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So, the poll decreed I put a snippet from one of my Descendants wips, so here it is, from the Carlos Madrigal fics because it’s the most recent out all the ones I planned (I have 6 or 7 plots with different premises and outcomes).

Tu-tu-ru-ruuu!

This is from what should be the third section of the fic, Carlos is in Encanto in time for Antonio’s gift ceremony.

Well, "room" was an inadequate word for such a place. A giant tree grew in the middle of it, among more luxurious vegetation soon inhabited by all the animals that came in and more. Hammocks, staircases, slides, ropes and even waterfalls were everywhere under a soft light coming from everywhere and nowhere, and the jaguar took Antonio up and down among the cheers of the observers.

It was amazing. No, it was unbelievable.

And Carlos' heart clenched in an unpleasant way.

If that was a standard room for a Madrigal, how were the others? And knowing this, knowing Antonio could understand animals while he only got what Dude said because of a truth gummy given by accident, knowing his turn came and went, if there even was one for him, that he didn't get anything special on top of the dreadful childhood he had to endure...

He pushed it back. It was bad, envy was what brought his mother's downfall, her obsession for having what she should not desire brought her to madness, he couldn't let this happen to him.

But it hurt.

Doña Alma gushing compliments for the perfect gift and the wonderful, perfect night stuck a dagger in his heart. And his wasn't the only one: Mirabel too had gone from quietly happy to sorrowful, as her family gathered for a picture and everyone forgot to check if she was in the frame, or there at all.

She slipped out the new, magical, astonishing room unnoticed by anyone but Carlos, who followed her.

«Are you okay?»

«Sure! I'm happy for Antonio, he was so worried his ceremony would fail! I mean, we had two failed ceremonies already, one more would make Abuela so mad!» Mirabel chuckled nervously.

«Two?» Carlos frowned.

«Oh, no. Nononono, forget I said anything! Two, who said two? I meant mine, my ceremony was a disaster and it was the last one, here, done. I have to go, there won't be enough, uh, tamales, I have to grab some, see you later»

«I can help»

«Th-there is no need, really, I'm fine» she assured, betrayed by the break of her voice «I'm totally fine, I'm just standing aside for a bit, it's their time to shine» she sighed and walked out, near the entrance, out of sight from the village gathered in.

Carlos didn't say anything. He could relate, but he guessed the whole thing had to be even harder for Mirabel. Growing up among extraordinary people knowing you're not one, and being chastized for it on top of it.

He thought about stepping back, when he heard a sob and knew he couldn't just let her deal with this alone, so he followed. She wasn't far from the wall, a tad curled up on herself.

«You're fine, uh?»