#Not sure how much of this will stay or be changed for the story

[softtdaisy]

scars become stars / Aaron Hotchner

summary. when Hotch gets tired of hating his body, he calls you, the escort he questioned for his last case, to help him

words count. 2 975

what to expect. mention of Foyet's attack and allusion that it's a SA, mention of his scars, 18+ MDNI oral male receiving

a/n. thank you insomnia i wanted to write this story so bad I got to imagine it all in my head, this is so sad and hot like??? but I'm happy the way it turned out I think so here it is 🩷

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“Room 509, 9 p.m.”

Your boss’ messages had always been very simple, almost cryptic. And it got worse after the FBI sent the BAU over for a case. One of the girls was missing, kidnapped by some psycho but thankfully saved by the team.

The past week had just been a reminder that what you were doing was far from being safe, no matter the amount of security measures your boss kept adding. But you also had to be as secret as possible to not get caught one day by one of these -hot- agents.

When you entered the lobby, nobody was there except for the guy at the reception. Not a surprise, it was one of the few hotels in town that was used for…professional meetings.

“He’s here.” Jason—was it Jason? Or maybe John?—said, handing you the key.

The process was always the same. The client arrived before, got the key, and went to the room to wait for you. It gave them a moment to think and leave before you arrived—you couldn’t imagine the number of men who freaked out before even seeing you. And then, it was your moment. Around ten minutes after them.

In the elevator, you played the same game every time. Trying to guess your client's appearance. His age, his ethnicity, his height, and sometimes his kinks when you were in the higher floors.

But tonight, nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

“Agent Hotchner?”

There he was. The man that led the interrogation a few weeks ago. The very same man: dark hair, more messy than the last time, dark grey suit with the jacket resting on the bed, a white shirt underneath, and a navy blue tie with little dots still around his neck. Sitting on the bed, his large hands on his thighs and his head barely up, like he was insecure at your sight. That was the only changing point from your memory.

The agent Hotchner you met was far from being insecure. He was the man in the room. You remembered it perfectly. That type of confidence always did something to you.

“This isn’t a trap,” was the first thing he said. 

And when he finally looked at you, he added, “And you can call me Aaron.”

You laughed, very briefly. “What a reassuring first thing to say.” You sat next to him on the bed. The long coat you were wearing, one that hid the outfit you chose—a short black dress that wouldn’t be embarrassing in case you got a problem—opened on your legs. And you didn’t miss the way Hotch Aaron’s eyes went down on your body. At least, this seemed to confirm this wasn’t a trap and that man was indeed interested in you.

But he stayed in silence. His head was still facing the floor. Still playing with his hands. And he didn’t seem to care that you took this moment of peace to look at him, to analyze him. The mole on his cheek, the few hairs of his beard growing back, the little grey in his hair and beard, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, the dark circles under his eyes. 

You were so close that it felt almost unreal to look at Aaron Hotchner like that. He wasn’t the chief of the BAU right here, right now. He was a client, sure. But admiring him, he was a painting. A, obviously, very sad and broken painting.

“Listen,” you started. You sighed very briefly before bringing one of your hands on his. How little did it look on top of his. Your fingers could almost slip in between his fingers. “As much as I don’t mind being paid for doing nothing, would you like to tell me why we are here? In this room.”

Silence. Again.

Then Aaron got up and started walking in the room. It wasn’t an unusual habit. Most clients, especially when it was their first time, seemed to need this walk to accept what was happening. And well, a walk said a lot about someone. And there you could see the glimpse of the agent you’ve met. No matter how unsure he might be about the situation, his steps were confident. That was a man of power.

Then he turned to you. “Nothing will leave this room.” 

This wasn’t a question. This was an order, you guessed.

You moved your hands up. “Professional secret,” you replied with a smirk. You always found it funny that you were using the same excuse as lawyers, doctors, or therapists. 

Aaron nodded. But he kept his mouth shut, his lips tightened even to not say a thing. And so you got up too and walked to him, slowly. Almost like he was a deer in the headlights. “The moment you and I leave this room, I will forget everything that has happened here.”

You smiled as his eyes followed every movement of yours, from your walk to the way you stopped right in front of him. From the way you opened one single button of your coat to the way your hand moved to his arm. 

“Everything?” he asked.

“Well, almost everything,” you whispered, letting your fingers run all along his arm. “It’s hard to forget about a man like you, Agent Hotchner,” you emphasized in his name. Trying to make him understand that Aaron would stay in this room and only Hotch would stay in your mind after this. 

This seemed to convince him. After a last sigh, you heard him say, “I almost died two years ago.” 

This was clearly not what you expected.

Your hands slowly moved to his tie while he continued. “He stabbed me. Nine times.” You felt every word he said, almost like he was feeling the knife going under his skin again. You only kept one hand on his tie, undoing it, while the other rested on his chest to calm his heart—or at least tried.

“They healed,” he continued, looking at the way your fingers danced around the tissue of his tie. “But they’re still there. And I didn’t think about them much. After my ex-wife died, I couldn’t care less about what these wounds might make me look like.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured while the tie fell on the floor in silence. Everything was very silent with Aaron. Even the little shrug he gave you to say it’s ok. It wasn’t. It won’t ever be. But it wasn’t the point of the night.

“But I went on a date two or three weeks ago.” You ignored the little pinching in your heart at the idea that a woman got to touch that man. Not his wife—you couldn’t be jealous of a wife, especially not a dead wife. But another woman. You shouldn’t even be jealous of a woman, actually. 

“Everything went well until the moment we went to her place. When she kissed me, I knew what was coming. And suddenly, the idea of showing… I can’t show this to anyone.” His voice fell low at the end of his sentence. There was his insecurity.

You undid the first button of his shirt. “What do you want me to do, Aaron?” This was a genuine question. One you had to ask every client. But this one felt…different. He wasn’t looking for a one-night fuck, for a night with a stranger to have fun and change his life. You could clearly see that Aaron needed something more from you. 

Something you weren’t sure you could give him, to be honest.

And when he stayed silent another time, you wondered if he had profiled you through this and knew you weren’t sure about this either. 

“Hey.” You moved your hand to his face, cupping his cheek, while your other hand was caressing the little triangle of skin from his chest you could access. “Again, I can live with being paid for doing nothing. But I refuse to get paid for forcing you to do something. This can stop right now, Aaron, if you…”

“Help me love myself again.” 

If he still sounded insecure, you noticed the little bossy tone in his voice. He asked, Yes. He ordered, somehow. But mostly, he begged for you to do something. 

“Ok,” you simply said when your fingers went down on the next button and the next one. Until you started to see the healed scars on his chest. Until you could actually count them. You had to stop midway, fighting the sickness of imagining what this man went through. You could see how down they were going, where they were leading you.

But that wasn’t the point. You could show Aaron how sad you felt about his body when your mission was to make him feel better.

So you put your thoughts away in a little bubble inside your head. A bubble that won’t explode until later when Aaron won’t be right in front of you.

Something you were used to doing depending on the client. Except this time it wasn’t about your own feelings, but to protect his.

Softly, your lips met the first scar in a gentle kiss that lasted seconds. You gave it another one while your hand was finishing unbuttoning the shirt. Soon you felt the tissue opening, and your fingers had all the space to travel on his skin when your mouth was going down on the second scar.

“It’s a shame this body isn’t loved properly,” you whispered, looking up at Aaron. Your lips were still on the second scars, your fingers drawing invisible shapes on his skin. You saw how his eyes were barely open, just like his mouth. Living the moment, immersing himself in the appreciation you were trying to give him. 

“Hmm” was all he was able to reply. But the way his hand slowly moved to your hair when you went further, meeting another scar. 

You followed the same process the whole way down every scar. Kissing one, caressing the skin around the past one to not hurt him or create an unpleasant feeling but to keep the appreciation alive even without your lips on it.

If Aaron wasn’t speaking, the little moan that kept escaping his mouth was the only approval you needed. And maybe the way his fingers were now tangled in your hair, pulling them from time to time, was a good indicator too.

But then there was only one scar left.

You knew; you counted them.

You knew; you could almost see it.

It was mostly hidden by his pants, and maybe that was the worst part. The story these scars were telling. The placement, the number, the last one. 

In any other situation, you wouldn’t have done that. Not when the client already gave his approval before—and in this case, more than once. But still, on your knees in front of Aaron, with his eyes closed, waiting for the following kiss, you couldn’t just continue like it was nothing.

“Are you still sure?” You asked him, your hand on the buckle of his belt. 

At first, he didn’t answer. He tilted his head back, enough to rest it against the wall. He moved his hand to rest it on yours. You thought he would move it away or maybe help you to unbuckle it. But his thumb caressed your hand.

“You can go on,” he whispered.

So you did. The belt was open, the zip undone, the pants on the floor, and the boxer just barely down so you could access the scars—the more you had to lower it, the more you felt sick.

But again, you didn’t show anything. Instead, your lips fell on the last remaining scars. The one waiting for you. The one that Aaron needed you to heal the most. 

Because it wasn’t much about the scars on his chest. He found them awful and ugly. He hated that they were there. He hated that during the summer, he had to deal with looks on it when he was on holiday with his son. He hated that it was a reminder every single day of what he'd been through.

But this one. He knew why it was there. It wasn’t just a stab. It was more. That son of a bitch told it himself. If Hotch didn’t consider himself a SA survivor, he knew he was checking all the boxes.

When he felt your mouth on the scar, the whole world went silent. Not that there were many sounds. But Aaron could hear everything: the cars outside, the tick-tock of the clock on the wall, even the very low voices of the people in the next room.

Now, he couldn’t hear anything. Anything but the wet noises of your lips on his damaged skin. How, this time, your hands weren’t lost higher on his chest, but you were caressing his back. Your fingers going further and further, bringing his boxers with you as your kisses kept going lower too. 

You knew what you were doing.

He knew what you were saying.

That the scars didn’t destroy the desire you had for him. 

Him, agent Hotchner, the man who led the interrogation in that small room and that gave you an authority kink you didn’t even know you had.

Him, Aaron Hotchner, the man who decided to call an escort—you—to help him.

Him, Aaron, the man who melted under your touches and your kisses.

Your lips stayed on his scar longer than on the other ones while you helped his boxer slide along his long and muscular legs.

But once the coast was clear, your lips went lower too. Kissing his thighs, little by little, until you arrived at his inner thighs. Until your lips had no other choice but to meet his thick cock, waiting for you—for your kisses and your touches too. 

One last look. One. Just one. To be sure. 

Aaron was biting his lip so hard you wondered how it wasn’t bleeding already. Made you wonder for how long this man hadn’t been touched.

And maybe that little, very brief pause lasted too long—you thought it was a second, but maybe one second too many for him—but now his two hands were on your hair. And he had a very great pleasure guiding you closer to his cock. Again.

So with this approval, you finally took him in your mouth. And the loud moan that he let out, the loudest since he came in this room, was the confirmation this was all he needed. 

He felt everything: your tongue playing around his veins, his tip hitting the back of your throat, your fingers sinking into his thighs. He felt these things. Yet, everything felt like a distant dream. A fantasy that couldn’t be real.

Yet, when he opened his eyes, there you were. Still on your knees in front of you, your glossy eyes rolling at the pressure he put in your mouth and spit running down your chin. You were real. And you were making him feel real.

As he expected, he didn’t last longer around your lips.

And he was grateful there was a chair right next to him because he would have fallen on the floor in a second. 

It took him a moment to get everything in order in his head. But he looked back at you; you were still there. Sitting on the floor, your arm going on your mouth to get rid of what he left on you. “Thank you,” he muttered with all the sincerity in the world. 

Maybe he wasn’t healed yet, but he truly felt better. Because not once did he see a glimpse of disgust in your eyes when you were on him. And he had seen it in many people, even those who weren’t intimate with him. But not you. 

When you opened your mouth to speak, he expected you to say something like, That’s my job. 

Not “You look beautiful, Aaron.” 

He watched as you got up again simply to do the four steps that separated you from him.

He watched as you sat on his lap and put a hand on his neck to caress the base of his hair. 

“Don’t ever let anyone make you think otherwise, ok? These scars, they are there; they won’t leave. And I'm sorry about that. But they don’t make you less of a man.” 

You let a single finger go down each of them, from the first one to the bottom one you gave more attention to.

“And if someone ever makes you feel like they make you less pretty, less…human. Send them to me; I’ve learned a few tricks to protect myself.”

Aaron laughed, bringing a hand to your waist to keep you against him. “Not sure it’s a thing to say to an FBI agent.” 

“Or you can come back,” you added with a smile. “This room will always be open for you.”

He looked at you in silence, the same goddamn silence that kept following him everywhere—hotel room, home, his bedroom. But this time, just to appreciate the view of this beautiful woman, who got to see many people on their knees for her, offering him, out of anybody, to come back. When he didn’t even give you any pleasure. 

“I thought you said you would forget about me when I leave.” 

“I said, I can forget about Aaron if I want to.” You corrected him. “And one of your agents said that the brain is a wonderful tool when it comes to memory.” 

He smiled at this because he remembered Spencer saying that to one of your colleagues who said she needed help to memorize her client. 

“So who knows, maybe I can find a locked drawer for you in case you come back.” 

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[shysuccubusstuff]

Loser! Caleb:

Content: Obssessive! Caleb + Manipulative! Caleb; underwear stealing + scent kink + masturbation

Note: I mean, most of the LI are kind of losers if you think about it… (I love it). With this I refer to, the kind of loser who may or may not be able to cum just from putting it in… ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ Just read that some ppl think infold may take away my sweet yandere trope and I'm about to lose it, fuck you mean you will make me lose this sweet man with a dubious state of mind… #tragic I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED IT BEFORE FINISHING IT--- Does anyone have a request for a next writing? "૮₍ •⤙•˶₊˚ෆ I would love to try and do one!

Loser! Caleb who always had to stay close to you since childhood. The two of you met in the orphanage, and ever since then, he had chosen to follow you anywhere you went. You wanted to go to that park? There he was. Now to the new candy store they had recently opened? Of course he was behind you. You didn't particarly mind, after all, he was your friend, and an extremely shy person, so you believed it was your "duty" to keep him from people who could try to take advantage of him. This situation didn't change a bit, with Caleb even staying close to you during highschool, always giving teary eyes to the teachers every single time they were planning on changing the seats or groups, with him always telling them some sob stories about how you were one of the few people that had always stood by his side ever since his parents suddenly dissappeared without trace.

Loser! Caleb who took advantage of your common situation. By the time the two of you finished highschool, both of you were planning to get into university, after all, the orphanage would pay for half of the tution, together with the money the two of you had been able to save during the years, it would be easy to find a place to stay during the academic year. So by the time you are already looking for places that are close to uni, Caleb had already found one. Who would have guessed that it was just for two people? Not only that, but according to him, the rent was a bit too high for him, so maybe you could move with him? Totally not for him to become even closer to you. And before you realise it, the two of you are already moving to a new flat, with Caleb helping you move all the heavy cardboard boxes, a big smile on his face as his chest puffed up from thinking about how he was finally able to help you. He silently thanked his past self for thinking about getting into the gym after hearing you speak with some friend about how you loved strong men.

Loser! Caleb who no longer has to conceal his affection. As soon as the two of you moved together, you had noticed how Caleb had become much more affectionate towards you. With him always accompanying you to your class before leaving, planting a soft kiss on your forehead with the excuse of how "childhood friends can do this much", which you obviously believe because, why would Caleb lie to you? The fact that you are that naïve is a great help for him, allowing him to kiss your cheek every morning, sometimes even sleeping together with poor excuses such as suffering from nightmares every night... Surely Caleb wasn't actively taking advantage of the fact that he was the closest to you.

Loser! Caleb who starts to become more cocky. He starts slowly, leaving some of his clothes around your room in case any of your "classmates" was able to get into your room. He suddenly opens the door, bringing some refreshments with his warm smile, eyes glistening as he leaves the plate filled with fruit, together with two glasses of fresh orange juice, "accidentally" dropping the whole content of the glass on the pants of the other guy. He looks apologetic, tears swelling up on his eyes as he tells him that he's absolutely sorry for that, how could he be so clumsy? But as soon as he leaves your bedroom, his arms are wrapped around you, his face hidden on the crook of your neck as he gives you kisses all over it. "Why did you invite him without letting me know...? You know I get really anxious with new people..." Caleb's hands clinged onto your clothes, caressing your arms over the cloth and sending currents of electricity through you.

"I'm sorry, Caleb. He kept asking to visit our house since I kept trying to push him off, I thought this would make him stop once and for all." You petted Caleb's hair as if he was a cute puppy, with him smiling happily and leaning towards your touch.

"It's ok, not like he left you any change, right?" Caleb soon got away the second the guy entered the room, leaving the two of you to finish the project as fast as possible, after all, the sooner he left you two, the sooner that ugly man would be away from you.

Loser! Caleb who makes sure to get his revenge. It takes less than a few weeks for the guy to be expelled from the university. According to the gossip that has been running around the class, the guy had been trying to flirt with some of the freshman girls, even trying to force them to spend time with him in fear of creating bad rumours about them. Luckily, some other students had provided screeshots of the different mesages he had sent, and after they had send them to Caleb, the one in charge of all the matters related with the welfare of all the students of the university, it was just a matter of time for him to get expelled. Despite that, he keeps acting oblivious, telling you that he had nothing to do with his expulsion, as he had been too busy with some other matters. Still, you couldn't even imagine just how happy Caleb had been after doing it, taking his sweet time getting to know all the freshman of your grade so he could easily get the proof he needed. Just what would he do for you? ♡

Loser! Caleb who begins to steal some of your underwear. He knows this is quite twisted even for him, I mean, just what kind of man would sneak into the room of his sweet childhood friend to grab a pair of underwear and use it, wrapping it around his hard cock as he imagined your sweet cunt wrapping around it. Gosh, he could barely contain his lewd whimpers as he kept overstimulating himself, always stopping just before he was about to cum. He had to make sure to enjoy it as long as possible, as he then had to rush to the bathroom so he could clean and dry your underwear as if he had never done anything.

Loser! Caleb who takes advantage of each time you leave to hangout with your friends. As soon as he hears your steps getting away from the door he is already rushing to your bedroom, taking one of the pillows in your bed and taking a deep breath, face buried on it as he smelt the sweet mixture between your shampoo and your natural scent. Just this was more than enough for him to let his imagination go wild, his pants starting to press against his hardened cock as he kept sniffing happily. Before he was even able to notice, his hand was already running down his chiseled abs, swiftly lowering his trousers so he could let his erection out, starting to stroke it as he kept imagining your sweet face, that coy smile as you teased him, together with your alluring body and that lovely personality... How could he resist such an enticing woman...? He bites your pillow as he finally cums, his mind drifting on the idea of painting your soft tummy with his thick cum ♡...

[itsnesss]

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | oliver bearman × fem!reader

summary | you’re still haunted by a past love, unsure how to move forward, but ollie waits

warnings | fluff, emotional vulnerability, past toxic relationship, self-worth issues, mentions of unresolved trauma

word count | 0.8 k

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The night seems endless. The dim lights of the cloudy sky barely reflect off the windshield, and the silence in the car is thick, as if something else is sitting between you two.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye as he takes a smooth turn, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. Sometimes he taps the steering wheel with his fingers, like the movement helps him think or calm down. But this time, he doesn’t seem nervous. Just attentive. Waiting for you.

"Do you want music?" he asks, breaking the silence in a soft voice.

"No... It’s fine like this," you murmur, because any song now would be too much. It would make you feel something you’re not ready to hold.

Because you’re on the edge. All the time.

Since he showed up in your life, you’ve felt like you’re walking on a tightrope between what you could have with him and everything you haven’t let go of yet.

"I tried to be what he thought I was, I wasn't."

That thought keeps coming back like an old wound that still hurts when the weather changes. You curl up against the window, not looking at Ollie. You’re afraid of what he might see if he looks at you too much. Afraid that he might discover that sometimes you still hear *his* voice in your head. That you still wonder if the problem was you.

Your ex wasn’t cruel. Not like the stories other people tell. He didn’t yell at you or break you apart... at least not directly. His was slower, subtler. A collection of small disappointments that you absorbed as if your worth depended on how much you could endure. You molded yourself to like him. You changed your loud laughs for silences, your ideas for concessions, your boundaries for excuses. And when he left you in the end, you didn’t even cry. You just felt empty.

Now Ollie.

Sweet, patient, and with those eyes that always seem to see more than you want to show.

When he stops at a lookout point by the sea, everything becomes even quieter. You only hear the distant sound of the waves and your shallow breathing.

He turns off the engine.

"I know it’s not easy," he says without looking at you. "And maybe I’m asking you for something you’re not ready to give."

You don’t know what to say. You’re not even sure there’s a right answer. Part of you wants to ask him to stay. Another part feels like you don’t deserve it.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you whisper, and for the first time, you say it out loud. Something real. Raw. Honest.

He nods, but doesn’t pull away.

"Then don’t," he replies with a simplicity that disarms you. "Just... tell me the truth. That’s enough for me."

And so you speak.

Of your past. Of how you got lost in a relationship that seemed like love but was slowly draining you. Of how you learned to lock your emotions away in boxes you never opened. Of how you feel now with him. Scared. Confused. Tempted. And also alive. Because he makes you feel all of that together, and that’s what overwhelms you.

He listens.

Without interrupting. Without judging. He just listens.

And when you finish, when your voice breaks and the tears blur your vision, he doesn’t say "everything will be fine" or try to fix you. He simply leans toward you, carefully, and presses his forehead against yours.

"I’m not going to force you. Or rush you. I just want to walk with you, even if it’s slow."

The tears surprise you. Not because of sadness, but because of relief.

Because no one had ever offered you love like that: without conditions, without hurry, without demands.

"I guess I never healed right... Maybe it's a green light, but I can’t go."

Yes. You’re broken in some places. But maybe you don’t need to be whole to move forward. Maybe something can be built from that honesty.

He looks at you. And for the first time in a long time, your eyes don’t look away.

"I want to try," you say. "I don’t know how, or how long. But I want to."

He smiles. A soft smile, small, but enough to make you feel like you’re worth it. Even with your broken pieces.

You don’t kiss that night.

It doesn’t matter.

Sometimes, the real start of something isn’t a kiss, or a promise, or a certainty. Sometimes, it’s simply staying. In silence. Together. Waiting for the moment when you can cross that emotional stoplight without fear.

And Ollie, you know, will be there when that happens.

Because he doesn’t need you to run.

He just wants you to take his hand when you're ready and say: now, yes.

tags | @ebkitty

[lemotmo]

I know a lot of us have said at this point we don’t care how we get buddie canon we just want it because we’ve been waiting for it for so long now. Which fair because it’s been years lol.

I’m not dooming or well I’m not trying to anyway so i apologize if it comes off as such but im curious on your thoughts and if after the last few episodes you’ve changed your mind and become a little more actually yeah i would rather them not do it this way and do it this way instead?

Because for me I was def at the point of I don’t even care how it’s done at this point as long as it’s done but I do believe we have hit a point of yeah actually scratch that I do care.

Because this? If this is how they are going for buddie canon? I can’t say I’m a fan of it. No one is happy. The vibes are completely off. The dynamic between them is off because the show has taken Eddie Diaz main character and turned him into

“This week With Guest Star Ryan Guzman, playing Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckleys Love Interest”

And I just. I don’t want that. I can’t imagine anyone wants that. We know for sure Ryan and Oliver don’t want that. They have said so many times they don’t want Buddie unless it’s with them keeping their dynamic and relationship in tact. And you can not do that when you suddenly sideline one of them and treat them like a guest star love interest. All their development happens off screen. They aren’t in the episode unless it’s to propel the others storyline and then they disappear for weeks at a time again. Moments between them happen off screen.

Idk. I guess congrats to Tim because he apparently did find a way to show me I’m not just a I don’t care beyond it happening after all.

#giveEddiehismaincharacterstatusback

First, I want you to know that I fully respect your views and your opinion here. I don't think you are dooming at all. You are just concerned and disappointed. I get that.

But my opinion is quite the opposite of yours. 🤷‍♀️ Let me explain:

Have they treated Eddie really badly these last episodes? YES! YES! YES! Did I hate the way they treated him? YES!

He should have been notified about Bobby's death. Hell, he should have been in the episode in the first place. They never should have done the Vertigo plot either. It was just one bad idea after another for Eddie.

Eddie Diaz' story has been sidelined for waaaay too long and I HATE it! I've been pretty vocal about it too.

I loved how he seemed to get some focus in the beginning of 8b. I was so relieved to see his storyline progress. I didn't even mind him not being in 8x11, because while he wasn't physically present, he was THERE in everything Buck said and did.

Eddie is my favourite character and I would gladly watch this show just for him and him alone, even if he did only have 2 minutes of screen time last episode. I'm there.

I think the idea behind having Eddie move to El Paso was two-fold:

A. They needed to find a way to get Chris back.

B. They wanted to show us how much Buck missed Eddie and how Buck and Eddie's lives are so intertwined that their friendship never faded into nothing. They were constantly in contact with each other.

They did a good job with that in the first half of 8b, but then 8x14 happened and he wasn't there at all. Now, logically I understand what they were trying to do here. They wanted the audience to wonder if Eddie would ever come back and if he might stay in Texas forever.

The problem is that it was pretty clear from the get go that Eddie was never going to stay in Texas in the first place. Ryan's name was still in the credits, as was Gavin's. There was no exit announcement and in interviews Ryan never said anything about Eddie leaving forever.

So Eddie was always going to come back. Everybody knew this. In that case, why couldn't they find a few seconds to add in someone calling Eddie to tell him about Bobby?

And when he finally did come back, he was only there to eyefuck with Buck, eat crumpets and look gorgeous while a tear was rolling down his cheek.

I do think this was all plotted and planned to make us wonder if we wouldn't only lose Bobby, but Eddie as well. But the execution of the storyline fell flat. No one liked Eddie's absence and everyone was very vocal about it as well. 😋

But I do think the Buddie dynamic and relationship is still very much intact Nonny. I don't see a problem there. I'm sorry. Eddie was only gone for 2 episodes and in the third one Buck picked him up and brought him home. I mean, they picked up right where they left of.

So I can't lie. I'm very happy with this progression. I do expect some more Eddie scenes and development in the next two episodes. I think we'll see more of him then. But as usual, only time will tell if my expectations will be met. 🤷‍♀️

And as for the vibes Nonny? The vibes are still very much there for me. Even in those brief minutes he was on screen in 16, he got to spend those minutes practically glued to Buck's side. They were presented to us as a unit, which I found very interesting.

Their connection and chemistry still has soooo much untapped potential. Their story still needs to be told.

I love Eddie so much and I want to see him achieve the kind of happiness he dreams of. And I do think that finally admitting that he is in love with Buck, a man and his best friend, will set him on the path of joy.

Same for Buck by the way. The man has been looking for love for his entire life. He has been left too many times. It's time for him to recognise what real love looks like, embrace it and just go for it.

These two idiots are perfect for each other.

So yes Nonny, no matter how Buddie begins, I will be sat and I will be there every single step of the way.

It's just how I roll.

¯\(ツ)/¯

[rc-catalog]

It's that time again—our Creator of the Month event is back in full swing!

Our April Creator of the Month is @cursedbycain! 🎉 Please join us in giving a big round of applause to Aditi for her incredible creativity and contributions—this spotlight is so well deserved! 🌟 To help you get to know her better, we’ve put together a short interview where she shares a little bit about herself and her work ✨! Welcome to the COTM hall of fame, Aditi! We’re so excited to celebrate you this month and beyond! 🫶

💬 1) INTRODUCE YOURSELF! Tell us a little bit about who you are—not just your name, but what inspires you, what you love, and how you would describe yourself beyond your creations !!

🎤: I’m Aditi! I’m in my 20’s and I’m Indian Canadian! I am a chronic gym rat and probably the most annoying morning person you will ever meet. I love all things makeup/fashion/skincare and of course, Cain is basically the loml, despite being a blonde. My main inspiration is of course my loves Elle and Agatha (@kazu-naito and @agattthaa respectively). I make a lot of things either for them or because of them and I could probably talk about them forever so I’ll cut myself off here! There isn’t much else to know about me, pretty much all I do is gym, study, write, and clean. My friends like to refer to me as “insane” but i prefer “organized” so if that doesn’t sum it up, I’m not sure what will.

💬 2) WHEN AND HOW DID YOU FIRST DISCOVER ROMANCE CLUB? What drew you in, and what made you stay? Were there particular characters, stories, or moments that left a mark on you?

🎤: So my first interactive romance game was actually the Love Island game, and because of my interest in that subreddit, Reddit suggested the Romance Club sub! So I downloaded the app, started a story, instantly disliked the artstyle, and then forgot about it for a month! Then I tried it again and started with KFS for the Indian culture, fell absolutely HEAD over heels for Ram, and I was hooked! Funnily enough, I started playing during a diamond rush and thought the free diamond choices was some crazy glitch. But finding out that they have these events was so incredible that I couldn’t stop playing.

💬 3) HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING? Can be both RC related and in general! what first sparked your passion for it? Think back: when did you realize you wanted to create—whether it was writing, art, or something else?

🎤: In general—we’re coming up on probably 6 or 7 years? I have ALWAYS loved reading and when I discovered fanfic and how much I loved reading fics, I started to constantly come up with ideas and send them to people in asks (this has not changed) and eventually I would think—well instead of sending requests for other people to write things…why don’t I just write it myself? And then I did! I’ve been writing on and off since then, for various fandoms and people and I’ve always loved the outlet it gives me! For RC—I am quite new to the fandom in all honestly, I started playing right around the Feb update and I didn’t start making content until late March/beginning of April! I love participating in fandoms and this one is a bit smaller than I am used to, which meant not nearly enough fics to satisfy my insane urges, so I figured I would write some!! So technically I’ve been creating for a month but wow, it feels so much longer.

💬 4) DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST EVER CREATION? Again, can be RC related or in general! What was it, how did it feel to bring it to life, and looking back now, how do you feel about it?

🎤: I have a vague memory of my first fic, but it is so horrible that I’m gonna talk about my first RC creation instead! I started with a CainLane fic (who could’ve guessed) after yapping in Elle’s inbox about them for a month! I sent her an anon about the idea around the end of March, and then I wrote it! It was basically a fic about Lane being trapped in Baal’s domain and her small interactions with Cain! It was a random idea that came to me, and writing it was actually really satisfying! Characterizing Cain was slightly challenging since it was my first time writing him, and I hate writing things that are OOC, but after some satisfying workshopping, it turned out quite nicely! I hadn’t written fanfiction in about a year, and it shows in that fic, but honestly I still like the way it turned out!

💬 5) IS THERE A PIECE OF ADVICE YOU WOULD GIVE TO YOUR YOUNGER CREATIVE SELF? Or readers in general?

🎤: This is gonna sound so cheesy, but have fun!! I used to literally burn myself out trying to stick to scheduled fic postings and crazy challenges, and writing would almost feel like a chore? Don’t let that happen to you. Above all, creating should make YOU happy. Even if something gets no notes, if you’re proud of it and creating it made you feel good, it’s a win. Everytime my friends mention their “flops” (oh yeah I’m calling you out) I wanna shake them because it really does not matter! NEVER let that kind of stuff discourage you. Focus on creating things that fulfill YOU and not others, because as wonderful as external validation feels, internal validation is so much more important.

💬 6) CHOOSE 3-5 OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORKS AND RAMBLE AWAY! We want all the behind-the-scenes thoughts: What do these pieces mean to you? What inspired them? Were there any struggles you faced while creating them? What emotions or memories are tied to them now?

🎤: Giving me permission to yap is so dangerous of you guys, alright lets do this! In no particular order:

Haircut - Cain x Lane — This fic holds a very special place in my heart because domestic fics are my absolute favourite. I also consider this to be my first proper CainLane fic since it’s in third person and more in character. Like many of my fics, it was inspired by something Elle said about how hilariously well groomed they are in HSR. It was such a funny idea, giving an immortal angel a haircut in the middle of a literal apocalypse that I just really wanted to bring it to life! Sometimes I find it hard to characterize Lane in relaxed moments like this, since the poor girl is always so stressed but it fell into place quite well! I also LOVE to incorporate found family moments of the squad into my fic and I pictured the ending of this one a lot. This fic is still so comforting to me and I honestly love it.

Rooftop - Cain x Lane — You know, you might as well call this interview an ode to Elle with the way she’s inspired all of my stuff. Once again, this is all her doing. I was halfway through my treadmill routine when I checked tumblr and saw her message and damn near fell off. No good morning message, just “lol, imagine lane finds cain crying alone and he immediately puts the mask back on when he notices”. There was nothing funny about this, I cannot believe she started this with lol. Anyways, I had already been left wanting by the rooftop scene in the update (seriously, we couldn’t get a kiss or something?), so I figured I would, in fact, write the loml crying because well, everyone needs a good cry. This was my first time writing Cain being vulnerable, and it took some workshopping. He’s such a guarded character, and crying felt almost OOC for him, so I wanted to make it feel right, which I think I managed! This one really does mean a lot to me. I really enjoy writing vulnerable moments like this, especially with Cain. As Agatha likes to say, he’s just a doll Elle likes to poke and I have joined her in said poking.

Eternity - Cain x Lane — Okay this is just embarrassing now uh this is ALSO inspired by Elle. She told me to make him cry again and I said “well, give me a reason” and she did, and I wrote it in less than two days. So this is probably the best fic I’ve ever written. I wanted to extend the scene where Cain visits her in s2 and sleeps on her lap, and just flesh it out. Elle, of course, brought up Lane’s mortality and how Cain would think about that and his feelings about it. Of course, the thought of this made me cry, and then I wrote him crying. I’ve never written a fic this descriptive and like flowery. It made me really nervous, but I loved the way it turned out. I probably edited it over 10 times to get all the metaphors and feelings of pain in there. Cain is a really complex character, which is part of the reason I love writing him, but it also means I am always doubting my characterization of him. With some lovely help from Agatha, I managed to work out his crying in a rather beautiful way, if I do say so myself. I honestly find myself rereading this fic whenever I’m particularly in a sad mood and just want to wallow a bit. The ending always makes me feel better though, and I always come back to it.

Unlocked - Yan x Lane — This is probably one of the fics I reread the most. I may be a dmitryan truther but don’t get me wrong…Dmitry can’t handle all that and I can! I honestly just love Yan, I think he’s such a sweet character and I just really wanted to expand on this small moment we got in the update. In a book like HSR I am always cravingggg these happy moments so this was a very self indulgent fic. The premise of this one was very random tbh, I kinda just let it come to me as I was writing. Normally I have a vague plot when I start a fic but with this one I was just like, well he’ll get in there and figure it out. I wanted there to be some smut but it didn’t feel right in the context of the scene. I was also very nervous writing this one because there are no YanLane fics on here, so I was really going in blind. Normally, I like to read a few fics to see how other people characterize who I’m writing about before I do my take. I was honestly surprised this did well, I didn’t realize YanLane was popular at all. But more importantly, I really like it! It’s a very comforting soft fic for me to reread.

Hate me harder - Cassiel x Audrey (18+) — Okay a wonderful change of pace here, this one was for Agatha not Elle! She tolerates so much CainLane from the both of us that I had to write this for her. She made a post about how Cassiel and Audrey should have slept together in season 1, and I was just very inspired by it? I think that’s my favourite thing about writing, if I want something to happen, I can just write it happening. The scene in the hallway where he tells her, “I’m gonna lock you in a closet” was genuinely so funny to me. They have such good chemistry in that first season, I love a good enemies to lovers moment. I hadn’t written full smut in a long time so I actually had to go back and consult some of my old smut fics and jog my memory a bit! But the banter during the sex was actually really easy to write, I really enjoyed that part of it. I don’t reread this one as often but I do really like it. I hope to write more for them but their dynamic doesn’t come to me as easily as CainLane and YanLane, which is probably because I’ve played HSR almost ten times now. But ABH is definitely a banger for me so I’m excited to see the ending and write some more Audriel.

🌟 Thank you so much for joining us, Aditi, and for sharing your incredible creativity with us! Your work has truly enriched the RC fandom, and we’re so grateful for everything you’ve contributed. Keep creating, inspiring, and making this community even more amazing! And a huge thank you to you, the reader!! You help us keep the catalog going strong. We appreciate you being a part of this amazing journey! 💛

[6rookie-writer0110]

I will stay with you right now

Donna Paulsen. X Male Reader

Request - Hello, I hope you are well, I saw that you wrote a story with Rachel, could you do one with Donna in which the reader is dating her?

Donna is by the copier machine and she is alone. You walk into the room and stand behind her and you put your hands on her waist.

“Hey beautiful” You whispered

She turns around and she puts her arms around you.

“Hey, handsome. I barely saw you today” Donna said.

“I know. I got double the workload and all morning I was at court. I won the case, he confessed to the crime -”

Donna starts to kiss you and you start to kiss her back.

“I’m happy you won, but I just wanted to kiss you” Donna smiled

“You should do it again” You smirked

You and Donna are dating in secret. You are a lawyer but she isn't your secretary. But you and Donna would sneak around just to kiss each other. You and Donna have been dating for almost a year now, she means everything to you.

“Come over to my place?” Donna asked

“I thought you would never ask,” You teased.

“Such a dork” Donna giggled.

You start to kiss her again and your hand is on her ass. She stopped and wiped the lipstick off your lips.

“What was that for?” You asked

“We have to stop before someone walks in,” Donna said.

“Well, that sucks. But I can't wait to see you tonight” You said.

“Don’t forget the wine” Donna said

“I still remember which one is your favorite,” You said

“Good to know. Don't be late” Donna said

You kiss her cheek then you leave the office. Donna gets back to work and she can't wait to be alone with you. She couldn't stop smiling then she went back to her desk.

Donna doesn't like hearing certain female co-workers talk about you. Everyone assumes you are single and they try to flirt with you. She would want to say something to them but she can't. She starts to ignore the conversation and she can't wait to go home.

After work, Donna went home and changed into her pajamas. She starts to cook dinner and she looks at the time. You did arrive with two bottles of wine

“I wasn't sure if you wanted white or red or just both,” You said

You follow her into the kitchen and you put the bottles on the kitchen island. Before you can say something else, she grabs your tie pulls you closer to her, and starts to kiss you. You have your arms around her body and you don't stop kissing her.

“I missed you too” You teased.

“Just glad you are here,” Donna said.

“Did something happen?” You asked

“What makes you think that?” Donna asked

“When I was leaving to see my client, I saw you glaring at someone,” You said

“Fine, I was glaring at someone. She kept talking about how she flirted with you and she wanted you to ask her out. I know you don't flirt with anyone in the office-”

“Donna, I’m going to stop you there. I don't want anyone else and I didn't flirt back with her. You are so much better than her in every way” You said.

You held her hands and she couldn't help to smile.

“I do trust you, Y/N. I just don't like it someone flirts with you” Donna said

“I know. You have nothing to worry about” You said.

You kiss her on the lips.

“Go change. You still have the clothes you left here from last time and it's clean” Donna said

“Good” You smiled

You went to change clothes. You eat dinner with Donna and you try not to talk about work. You just want to relax with your girlfriend. You and Donna don't live together, but most of the time you are at her condo. After dinner, you cuddle with her on the couch, she is lying on top of you. And you start to play with her hair while watching the movie with her.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

You haven't been spending time with Donna because of work. You have been trying hard to prove your client is innocent but your proof is weak. Your client is being framed for murder and you believe that your client is innocent. And you are in court and you have ten minutes before it starts. You are pacing back and forth in the hallway trying to come up with a strong argument.

“Y/N, come here,” Donna said.

You didn't expect to see your girlfriend. You follow her into the staircase and she is holding a file.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“This will help your case. He is innocent and the video is there. He was at the baseball game but that day was being recorded for a show called Curb Your Enthusiasm. The timestamp is there and he was with his daughter” Donna said

“How did you get this?” You asked

“It was on tv. This is proof, Y/N he couldn't be at two places at the same time. And imagine the traffic after leaving a game” Donna said

“Oh, you are the best!” You smiled

“I know” Donna smiled

You kiss her on the cheek.

“I will see you later,” You said

“Go win the case” Donna smiled

She watched you leave and she headed back to the office. Because of her, you did win the case after it was over you texted her. She couldn't stop smiling at her phone when you arrived at the office Harvey was impressed.

You stand by Donna’s desk pretending to look through the files before giving it to her.

“I heard you, that you won the case which i knew you would” Donna whispered

“Thanks to you. Later at your place?” You whispered

“I will love that” Donna whispered

“And, here are the files that I had to give,” You said

You handed her a piece of paper and then walked away. She watches you walk away then she reads the paper and you have written something on the paper…

Thanks for the help, beautiful. I will see you later at your place

Donna smiled and she ripped the paper. She gets back to work and she watches you through your office. You are on the phone and she stares at you for a few seconds.

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Azul

*Note: Yes, this is a repost of this fic story. I have a feeling that it got lost due to the original tags that it had, so I am reposting to see if that changes. For those who have read this already, I do apologize for the annoyance that I'm causing.

Azul is a very, very busy business man. He is not one to take breaks from making sure the Monstro Lounge is in perfect order unless anything school related keeps him away from the Octavinelle Dorm. In the case of his upcoming alchemy exam, Azul cannot afford to slip a few grades all for the sake of working. Although he would normal go to the Housewarden’s bed chamber to hit the books, Azul knows that there is a good chance that chaos will ensue, and he refuses to take part in it.

He can go to Heartslabyul to study with Riddle, but being more than aware of Riddle’s studying tactics, Azul would rather not handle the stress.

He can go to Scarabia; Kalim is always welcoming. Jamil…not so much. Even then, Azul will be too distracted to even remember his studying mission.

He can go to Ignihyde, but Idia is too good at studying that he can recite the textbook while playing one of his many video games.

There is only one more option left.

You agree that you can use a study partner, so while on the phone with Azul, you offer him a place to stay to avoid any more trouble. Azul can’t thank you enough.

You don’t have much in terms of study food, and you hope Azul won’t mind the remnants of snacks that Ace and Deuce brought over from yesterday (which is popcorn and oranges). By the time you set the coffee table up, the awaited knock appears at the front door.

Azul’s uniform is a little more disheveled than usual, but you take in the assumption of him having to deal with some last minute problem-solving as to why he looks the way he looks. Azul thanks you again for welcoming him to your dorm for the evening.

In truth, having the most “sane” of the Octavinelle trio is better than all three of them at once. You just hope the tweels don’t tag alone.

“Rest assured that I will be your only guest this evening. Housewarden’s honor.” Azul’s voice is at its most collected. How assuring indeed. “Before we get started, you don’t mind if I go to the washroom and change into something more comfortable, do you?”

“I don’t see why not,” you reply.

As Azul makes his way up the stairs, you commence hitting the books for homework. You have five minutes of quiet until Azuzl returns in his change of clothes. You nearly choke on the orange slice as you gaze at the lounge attire, fit for a business mogul, that the Octavinelle Housewarden has draped. If this is Azul’s definition of comfortable, you need to update your ideas about the octo-mermaid’s tastes.

Leona nor Vil can never.

Azul smirks. “I’m aware that the eyes often speak more than the lips, but I would appreciate you being able to breath before your face turns blue.”

You snap out of your infatuated daydream. “Is that real silk?” you question.

Azul flicks his robe sleeves. “Indeed. Comfort is bliss, you know.”

You stutter, trying to get out how Azul can own something so delicate looking.

“It was a birthday gift from my parents after doing so well my first semester of school. I could never take this back home, so I keep this and the majority of my terrestrial belongings in proper storage. No need to be concerned. I take care of everything that belongs to me.” His eyes light up. “Oh, that reminds me.” Azul ruffles through his overnight bag and pulls out another robe of similar fabric, folded neatly as if it has just come out of the packaging. “I couldn’t come to your abode without a thank-you gift for your patronage.”

Your heart nearly stops at the sight of this “thank-you gift.” “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Nonsense. This should keep you warm in this rickety, old place. With all of that said, should we get started?”

The both of you decide to tackle math first. It’s not your favorite subject, but better finish it now than later. That doesn’t help algebra from not kicking you in the ass though. Simple equations are nothing, but the longer the math problem, the more it makes you flinch.

“Do you know what a balancing scale is?”

“Yeah?” you reply as if Azul is joking.

“Math is exactly like that. You need both sides to be equal in order for it to appear straight.” Azul scoots closer to you, pencil pointing at your textbook. “To find out the missing number, you have to use everything else to make the other side equal. Let’s start here.” He leans over, using his pencil as a guide for your eyes.

His closeness adds heat to your skin. You try to keep your focus on his mentoring, but your heart is pounding like dough being slapped onto a cutting board. Azul is so deep into his mini lesson that he doesn’t seem to notice your stiffness.

“You seem a little too good at this,” you mutter.

Azul snickers. “Math is quite like alchemy. You cannot make less or more than what the ritual requires. If a factor is missing, you have to equal everything out. I hope this makes more sense.”

“Me too…”

Upstairs, now that you’re all cozy for the night, you complete the look with your new silk robe, similar to Azul’s in style, but colored blue to bring some color into your wardrobe. The new fabric scent whiffs into your nostrils like the spring breeze. You feel guilty for accepting such a gift, but you don’t want to hurt Azul’s feelings by returning it.

Speaking of him, he knocks on the door, and you permit him entrance. He enters the room with your school books in hands. “You left these back in the foyer.”

“Oh…right. Thank you, Azul.”

Azul carefully sits them on your nightside table. “Would you mind if I studied alchemy with you?”

“With me? I’m about to pass out soon.”

“Well, maybe my read-along will help you with that.” He sits himself on the right side of the bed and watches you join him on the other side. He opens his book wide enough that you can read along with Azul if you like. Azul has you lean against his arm as he utters the text he’s gone over dozens of times. Your eyes drift to the old sketches of ingredients and ancient painted text as he vocalizes each word on the pages. Azul’s left fingers play with the end strands of your hair. Just as he predicts, you fall away from the real world into the darkness of sleep. By the time Azul decides to stop studying for the day, he chooses to rather stay and make you comfortable than to take the guest room alone.

[nabi-unveiled]

I like how most of the time you seem to try and understand all of the characters. sometimes it helps me see things I missed.

But you aren't doing that with something's not right.

Why do you hate ba woo so much? I dont get it. Ji hoon is annoyingly clingy.

Hey Anon!

First off, I'm happy to hear that you typically like how I approach things. There are a few different things to unpack in your message. But warning: This is lunch break, and I have no time to think as carefully as I normally would. I cannot promise that I will word things eloquently.

Let's start with this one:

But you aren't doing that with something's not right.

I am doing that with Something's Not Right. But I haven't been writing detailed meta for that particular show so you haven't seen that process. You've seen the conclusion not the processing.

In short, I looked at things from Ba Wu's perspective too. I did. But when I judged his actions, even taking his perspective into account, I didn't like what I found.

Ji hoon is annoyingly clingy.

I could go with a simple "I love him, your honor" to excuse everything this sunshine does. I'm certainly doing that for reading the diary which I didn't think was his best move. But I'll elaborate as I have seen a few people say he's too clingy.

He is clingy, but I don't agree that he's overly clingy.

Yes, Ji Hun prioritizes Ba Wu. In high school, he changed the direction of his life to try and stay with Ba Wu. In a high school drama, where we didn't have a designated piner telling the story, people would have found that sweet.

But you know what Ji Hun DIDN'T do when Ba Wu quit music? He didn't quit too. He may have went to the same college as Ba Wu, but he's developed his own friend group. A friend group that doesn't know Ba Wu well, and a friend group that we see him FREQUENTLY hang out with without Ba Wu. Ji Hun HAS built a life for himself outside of Ba Wu. He just really wants Ba Wu to be a part of it.

Have we seen Ba Wu's friend group? If you don't count Ha Min who is a new addition to Ba Wu's life, no. We've seen him work in the cafe and study alone in the library. As Ha Min said, he's way too easy to find. He might SAY he wants a life outside of Ji Hun, but he hasn't taken a lot of steps to build one. And he gives confusing and mixed messages to Ji Hun on a regular basis. For the record, it's also possible that Ba Wu chose the college after Ji Hun. We don't know for sure how that went down.

I also think it's important to remember the time frame of this show. The modern timeline is essentially one day per episode. We're seeing what happens in the course of the week.

What people may see as clingy (the phone calls, seeking Ba Wu out) are signs that he is actively reaching out to Ba Wu to try and figure out what's going on with his best friend.

But you know what - if my bestie of over a decade suddenly said they wanted nothing to do with me and stormed out in the middle of a meal, I'd be actively trying to figure out what was up with my friend too. Even without the added layer that (I believe) Ji Hun very much has an "unrequited" love story too.

If my bestie said even a few of the things that Ba Wu has said to Ji Hun in the span of essentially a couple of days, I'd be immediately loading into my car and driving 5 hours to their doorstep. Because SOMETHING was up, and friends don't let friends drown in pain or spiral alone. There have been too many suicides in my life for me to let a "it's none of your business" from someone close to me just slide without making sure it was an actual boundary and not something more.

Ba Wu has YET to communicate in the sincere, honest way Ji Hun would need to understand that his friend (and person he loves) is really okay or to grasp what's actually going on. As Ji Hun repeatedly said and Ba Wu should know anyways as his best friend, he needs it spelled out for him. And yes, there were ways for Ba Wu to do this step without confessing his love.

Add in that losing Ba Wu even as a friend has always been Ji Hun's worst fear. Add in that Ba Wu essentially walked away from what was always his dream. Add in that Ba Wu seems generally unhappy and depressed. Ji Hun's actions make a lot of sense to me. If anything, I don't think he's been in his business enough. As I said, I would've been considering a road trip after episode 1. Loaded up and driving after episode 2.

Why do you hate ba woo so much?

Hate's a strong word. Essentially, he's a college student. For part of the show (the flashbacks), he's a high school kid. He's figuring himself out. I don't think he's a villain. But I definitely don't like him, and I don't think Ji Hun and him will be good together.

In basic terms, I can't ship it. He can go get with Ha Min. That's fine I guess. I don't like either one of them. Ha Min may be getting negative energy by extension though. I honestly haven't thought about him much at all.

Ba Wu has "loved" Ji Hun since high school. I fully believe Ji Hun has loved him that long too.

Ba Wu decided that the relationship was impossible. Ji Hun did too.

Both ended up in their own "unrequited" love story.

With unrequited love, there are choices - cut ties, confess, or stay silent/stay in the friend zone.

Ji Hun chose the latter. He decided that Ba Wu was important enough to him that he wanted to remain in his life and do everything he could to make Ba Wu's life the best possible even if he really wanted more. I also figure he was biding his time until Ba Wu decided he was interested in dating. Remember, Ba Wu directly told him that he didn't want to date, and Ji Hun implicitly trusts Ba Wu. Jealousy would eventually prompt Ji Hun to take action. We already see that.

I'll also add in that some of Ji Hun's statements like "I treat all of my friends this way" are a direct response from him thinking Ba Wu will cut him out of his life if he asks for too much. His "ambiguity" or "obliviousness" is him trying desperately to not ask for too much from Ba Wu.

On the other hand, Ba Wu can't decide. He confesses, and then he takes it back. He cuts ties, but then he calls him up. Which...I'm actually okay with that fickleness. It's not great to do, but figuring stuff out is hard. I wouldn't judge him if he did decide to cut ties and did so cleanly too.

You know what makes me dislike him? He's mean to Ji Hun. His words are sharp and targeted. His actions too. And not in the type of playful, sarcastic way that I enjoy. The friends do that type of roast. They just take it too far especially since Ji Hun isn't giving that energy back. It should be obvious to them (in ep 5) that he's hurting.

I need to clarify that I'm adding a layer of judgment onto Ba Wu here, because I think Ba Wu DOES have the right words to use. Some people struggle to word things. Some people don't know that their words are painful. That has to be considered for some characters. But from what we know of Ba Wu from his diary and narration, he can use words and use them well. We see him do it with Ha Min. But with Ji Hun? He's choosing either to not use his words or to use them in a hurtful way. It's a choice not lack of skill.

I considered whether it was just lashing out in pain. And it IS coming from him finding his "unrequited love" to be painful. Ba Wu does it because he's trying to protect himself and his own heart. But that's also why I don't think they'd be good together.

Ba Wu will prioritize himself. Ji Hun will prioritize Ba Wu. Ji Hun is too gentle to stop/counter Ba Wu's self-sabotage and he isn't the type to be able to figure out the difference between a mean word said in pain and a mean word said in sincerity. He's going to feel every one of them as a small knife cut to his heart. He will believe Ba Wu's words.

This relationship will shred Ji Hun's soul over time, because Ba Wu will resort to this behavior EVERY time there is a problem in their relationship. Ba Wu will lash out and run, and Ji Hun will run after him and slowly bleed to death.

Yeah, I don't ship it.

They both need something different in a partner than what the other can provide.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

they are!!! Although some things have certainly changed, they both do see eachother as kindred spirits

Cj left when kwazii was only 10 years old in my au. When he left it was only supposed to be for 2 years MAX. A long trip for a bigger reward kind of deal. Maybe one of his last long trips ever. It was explained to kwazii that the trip would be too rough for a little kitten and that cj just needed to satisfy his free spirit for a bit.

When he came back he'd share his treasures and stories with them. Kwazii wasn't mad that cj was leaving for so long, because he understood it as some sort of innate need- like a calling of the sea or whatever. Although he was still very sad... Cj told him to use it as an opportunity instead. An opportunity to grow bigger and faster and stronger and kinder.

Meanwhile? Write to him in a journal until cj got back. Cj promised he'd read everything too.

They met again over an entire decade later. Things had fundamentally changed both of their lives... I won't spoil how for now though...

When cj saw kwazii for the first time- he hadn't even realized it was kwazii. He thought either his mind was playing tricks on him again (he was... very isolated in the amazon....) or that maybe it was... another son of his he lost a long time ago....

Of course, at that point kwazii had spent years searching for his grandad before he... sort of realized that cj was probably gone entirely. The hope always lingered, but even after he became an octonaut he still searched... and then he found his sunken and shattered ship. Only making it out with half the medallion treasure map.

Even though everyone seemed so excited about kwaziis tale in "the amazon adventure" I couldn't help but notice that quick sad face he had after talking about his grandad, that no one even noticed. (Dang bro)

So yeah no wonder he fainted the second he realized calico jack,his long lost grandad, was still alive 💀

I won't say all the reasons WHY for this next bit but... well, calico jack deeply wanted to keep kwazii for himself... but while he did see how happy and loyal kwazii was to his new crew- the octonauts- he also... the main reason he let kwazii go without any open bitterness, was because... he knew kwazii would be safer with them instead of him.

Kwazii was a miracle that was still alive, still happy, and still so innocent and good. He would not ruin that. He couldn't bare to let kwazii get hurt that way because of him. Because of how much he selfishly wanted to keep kwazii all to himself.

Yes he got swept away in the joy of seeing grandson again,his kit, after so long and offered him to stay with him- but when kwazii softly refused- he put on a smile, said he understood and that he had a hearty crew, and that kwazii was a good pirate and a brave octonaut. He promised to keep in touch with kwazii and they call or message wachothwr at least once a day if they can.

Hes still kind and patient and a good teacher and grandad to kwazii. And as the years went buy they spent more time together as it became easier and easier, esp with cj eventually becoming an octo agent. Kwazii is almost like a time capsule to cj now. Sure hes more grown up but he's so proud of all thats kwaziis grown.

Only difference that happens as time goes on, is that kwazii worries about cj too.

Anyways im insane over them, trust that this is gonna hit way harder later 🥰

@sc6rl3t figured u may be interested lol

Hi i am new here did you have nay head canons for little kwazii and calico jack interactions because i really need some cj and kwazii time

(Loved your head canons and i will going to read about the au after that)

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I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON MY DARLING ORANGE CATS :> ( feel free to share ur thoughts in comments <3)

First off I just wanna say that they are KINDRED SPIRITS

Canonically cj (calico jack) is extremely patient,understanding, and gentle with kwazii. Hes extremely generous, even giving his own golden treasures to decorator crabs who needed them for protection, with little hardship. The treasures he cared most about was literally KWAZIIS BABY PICTURE BOOK-

Even when kwazii was so little and Itty bitty that he couldn't talk he still gravitated towards his grandad!he was huge and giant and let kwazii climb all over him even when his tiny claws dug into him!

More under the cut, they make me want to cry

He had a big hat and pete the parrot was his best friend!!! And once when kwazii was little and he was collecting treasure for him momma (shells and sea glass <3) a HUGGGEEE SNAKE MONSTER tried to eat him! But CJ saved him!!! Cj saved him and laughed kindly to the snake before setting it off with a stern warning. He wasn't even in big trouble either, he just got some tips, some candy, and was made to promise to always be care and use his ears.

He felt safe.

Cj was always there to listen to his yapping and yammering and genuinely care and use it as opportunities to teach him lessons and about the world. He really did help him appreciate the smallest details of the world and how to be gentle with the world and all of its creatures.

Cj also had a tradition with all kittens and kiddos he knew, and that was treasure hunting 🗣 during it, bot only would he spend time with the lil ones one on one, but he'd also teach them survival and tracking skills!!! Definitely was very useful to kwazii

About how cj saw kwazii though? Oh kwazii was a spark of life itself-

Kwazii adored calico jack. Kwazii wanted to show him everything! Kwazii was so little yet he seemed to care and and takeevery little lesson cj tried to share so seriously!!! He'd worry if his own shadow was lonely and he's tried to make sure the sea birds on the ship knew they were welcome to play swords with him too. Of course those sentiments and ideas weren't exactly plausible, but it was the heart behind them.

Honestly? It reminded him of maddie in a way. How fiercely in love she was with her people. But kwazii took it even further since it seemed like he was in love with every single aspect of the entire world. And he just kept growing day by day too.

They just understood eachother in a very special way, and they made eachother even more alive.

Cj was known as a more free spirit, often doing his own treasure hunts on his lonesome. There were some times where he took kwazii along, but for longer trips kwazii had to stay with the rest of their family. But cj understood kwaziis need for exploration and freedom, the same kind that a bird feelings and needs when it takes off to fly. And kwazii knew cj understood too.

Cj also always made kwazii laugh too

[sarnai4]

School

This isn't a trailer because I don't have the ideas figured out yet, but here is what I'm thinking. I want to write a fic where the ATLA crew is in the modern world and in school together. So, it's one of those K-12 types of schools. The bending still exists in this au. Here's how I'm imagining the characters.

Aang: He's well-liked and easily the most popular kid his age. He will sometimes pull good-natured pranks on the stuffy teachers. He hates tests and it doesn't help that he doesn't study much for them either, but Katara helps him come up with strategies so that he doesn't just flunk out. He lives with some adopted siblings who are also airbenders.

Katara: She's an honor roll student who is even more 100% than her grades sorta a teacher's pet. No one picks on her for this, though, because they still know that it's not wise. She's the student other students go to when they have a problem since she's always trying to help. She's a tutor for most courses. She and Sokka live with Gran Gran.

Sokka: He's the class clown, but he's also an amazing student. No one sees it coming, but he's probably got the best grades out of everyone. He just also messes around a lot and goofs off with Aang. So, the teachers don't know whether to love or hate him. He's got a part-time job to help out so that he can be the man of the house. He still starts off a bit controlled by what he thinks typical roles for men are, but Suki will get that out of him.

Toph: She's an alright student. The teachers like her since she seems nice enough. Her parents also gave a big donation which helps but she's got a totally different persona outside the school. Only her friends are this side. She and some other rebellious people regularly make things difficult for the shady police chief.

Zuko: He's a good student who's often grouped together with the popular/tough students. He isn't actually mean, but it's difficult for him to really bond with the others at first since he's awkward around nice people. So, he is normally around his sister which makes students assume he's going to be mean too. His home life is rough, but things get better for him after he finally befriends the Gaang.

Suki: She's a pretty good student, but she does better with tests and presentations than papers. She is the captain of most sports teams. She is not letting anyone get picked on around her and couldn't care less if she doesn't have bending. She also runs a self-defense/martial arts club.

Azula: She's a great student and the classic mean girl. She knows she can get away with anything and makes the most of that. She has completely dominated the principal and her dad's the mayor, so she believes she's above just about every law in town.

Ty Lee: She's not a great student, but she's popular. She's one of the cheerleaders and has probably dated almost every guy her age and older in the classes. She doesn't want to be in the mean group, but she's known Azula since she was little and is too scared to really stop her from hurting people.

Mai: She's a good student who the teachers like. Other students aren't sure if she's in the mean group or not. She's normally around Azula, but it's mostly because that's where Zuko and Ty Lee are. She can be a bit harsh with some students if she feels like they deserve it.

Jet: He's an alright student and the bad boy. He started his group to stop bullies, but they've sorta become the problem now. He hangs around Zuko some and views him as a friend (however reluctant).

Haru: He's a decent student and a quiet person in school. This makes him an easy target for some bullies, but he also secretly stands up for weaker kids.

Teo: He's a pretty good student who does a lot with robotics. He's got heart and doesn't let fear of people (Azula) get the better of him.

Bumi: He's the PE teacher who almost kills the kids every single day makes it a bit of a challenge. Some students (Aang) love him and others (probably Sokka) hate his class.

Iroh: He's the owner of a cafe (that only offers tea because there is no coffee allowed in his shop). This is where all the kids gather to get some snacks and advice. He's the group uncle for them all even before Zuko's their friend.

Long Feng: He's the principal who enjoys exercising his power (except this doesn't exist over Azula).

Ozai: He's mayor of the town and an awful person just like his regular counterpart. He feels entitled, has as much love as his stone heart can muster for Azula, and hates both his son and brother with a passion that burns worse than his fire.

Hakoda: He is a skipper in the navy. After the murder of Kya, he leaves to try to make the world a safer place.

Zhao: He's a corrupt police chief who cracks down on minor infractions and will get paid off for the serious crimes. In other words, he likes abusing his power.

Gyatso: He's the ethics teacher and Aang's adopted dad.

Gran Gran: She takes care of Katara and Sokka and becomes the group grandma. She has a shop where she sells various items for clothing and other trinkets, but the sales have been going down.

Mechanist: He teaches robotics.

Pakku: He's the (chauvinist) history teacher.

Earth King (Kuei): He's the highly incompetent guidance counselor.

Joo Dee: She's the nurse who is under Long Feng's thumb.

Jeong Jeong: He's the disgruntled philosophy teacher who might just discourage more people than he inspires.

I don't know who teaches math or English classes. I suppose any of the Fire sages could.

[rosetheocto]

…is it stupid that I’m starting to feel kinda scared with how suddenly relevant/“big” the community is getting...?

[gcddcsscs]

emily smiled at erik, a warm and sensual smile. she knew that this was a dangerous situation, one where they could be possibly caught. but loved it, she loved this instant danger and feeling him enjoying this foot rub under the table.

feeling now his pants opening, her foot pressing on his boxers, emily bit her lip as she fought the urge of going under the table. she truly wanted to be already home, already lying in his bed and being at his mercy. already being filled by him over and over again.

"oh, baby. i want you." she whispered under her breath, finding him so sexy. she loved how he adjusted under the table so no one would witness his hard cock. emily never thought that by waking up on this morning, her whole life would've changed. she would've simply thought that her daily life, working at the library and going home alone would've happened.

"don't say those things, you are tempting me." emily whispered, wishing he could take her already. she was now sure that she was completely soaked. her dress was soaked and the chair under her was also.

feeling his hand now reaching her leg, making circular motion, the woman bit her lip as she just knew that if he went further, he would feel how wet she was. how much she wanted him.

at the mention of the stories, the woman bit her lip. "yeah? would you let me be your maid, caught in this whole situation and being at your service? being bred every single night over and over again?" she smirked before adding. "one of my other biggest kinks is filming all of this. making my own little movie so i can watch later... i wish we could've filmed this morning.." she now provoked him her green hues showing lust.

unable to contain herself anymore, hearing his words, emily sighed. "i love this babe. i love it so much." she pushed her fork and made it fall on the floor. "oops..." she slowly moved her leg and looked around herself before sliding under the table to pick her fork up. however, as the tablecloth covered the whole surface, emily approached erik's crotch.

she could see his boxers being so tight, the tip of his cock screaming for air. gently pulling it lower, emily let his cock and balls out, her tongue instantly licking the tip of his cock. her hand was already playing with his balls while she wrapped her lips around his shaft and pushed her head to give him a blow job. all of this while trying to stay discreet.

His eyes darted around the restaurant—the waiter was busy with another table, the couple to their right engrossed in conversation. The thrill of possibly getting caught sent blood rushing to his already hardening cock.

His fingers moved to his zipper, slowly pulling it down beneath the tablecloth. The metallic sound seemed impossibly loud to his ears, though no one in the restaurant turned to look. Erik's cock strained against his boxers, the tip already wet with precum.

"There," he whispered, adjusting the tablecloth to ensure  He wasnt exposed, tucking himself closer into the table and widening his legs. He couldn’t help but begin to imagine the feel of Emily's foot pressed more deliberately against him now, her toes finding his exposed flesh through the opening in his pants. The contact made him stifle a groan, his hand gripping the edge of the table.

"I'd take you right here if I could," he growled under his breath. "Bend you over this table and fuck you until you screamed my name."

Erik reached under the table, his hand finding her ankle, then sliding up her calf to her thigh. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, inching higher with each circular motion.

"Those stories you like," he continued, his voice barely audible over the restaurant's ambient noise. "I'd play any role you want. Your king, ordering you to service me.”

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, fighting to maintain his composure. His hand gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. “You love this too, don’t you? Me exposed in public, at your mercy?" 

[reddeliciousauce]

✦ for foe

+POSITIVE:

You make me laugh ║ I am inspired by you ║ I trust you wholeheartedly ║ I consider you a role model ║ I am interested in you romantically ║ I am interested in you sexually ║ I am protective over you ║ I support you ║ In my ideal world, you are happy ║ You give me cute aggression ║ You have done so much for me ║ Your approval is meaningful to me ║ I think of you often ║ I hope you are a permanent fixture in my life ║ You don't get enough credit ║ Your presence is a mood boost

±NEUTRAL:

We are vibing ║ I like your posts ║ I respect what you've been through ║ I hope you get what you deserve ║ We may not be close, but I enjoy what we have ║ I wish you would seek help ║ Knowing you has changed me ║ I consider you trustworthy ║ You remind me of myself ║ I like bumping into you at the function ║ I idolize you ║ We share a lot of common interests ║ You're cool

-NEGATIVE:

I'm compelled to antagonize you ║ You grate on me ║ I do not trust you ║ I don't respect your life choices ║ I feel like I have to mask / dull myself around you ║ You've crossed my boundaries multiple times ║ I feel guilty over something I said/did to you ║ I am obsessed with you || I have a grudge against you ║ You stress me out ║ You give me cute aggression ║ I envy you and/or covet aspects of your life ║I thinly tolerate you ║ Being around you sometimes opens up old wounds for me

@edgarallen-foe

[shradsmanifestt]

I promise you, This is the only loa post you'll ever need.

I promised and I will deliver.

Law of assumption basically means - what you assume to be true is true in your reality. That's it. That's all there is to it. But you guys just wanna overcomplicate this so much when all you got to do is assume in your favour and move on with that. Assume that your desire is already yours and persist on that.

Manifestation is INSTANT. The minute you decided you wanted it, the minute you decided that it is yours - It was done. That was it. It's already done. That is your new assumption, that is your story. As long as you persist in this there is nothing on Earth that could stop you from having it. BUT, there is one thing that can stop you from having it.

YOU, IT'S YOU. YOU ARE THE REASON. What other answer did you expect it to be?

The only thing to know here is this : The 3D is not what we change when manifesting, we change the 4D. The 3D simply reflects it. That is all.

You guys are so obsessed with changing the 3d, "trying" to manifest something, clicking on every clickbait video that says this is the technique you need to manifest your desire in 24 hours and all sorts of shit.

GUYS, GUYS GUYS PLEASEEEEE, Stop it. You are only telling yourself how you don't have it. You have got to realise that by now atleast! I mean c'mon. This is your reality, ok? You create every single part of it. If you can create it unconsciously, you sure as hell can do it consciously. You have to realise now and now that you are the creator of your reality. Don't let anything or anyone convince you otherwise.

Ok now I understand that some of you may be struggling so I am gonna be real straight with you. You are the one going back to the old story again and again. You're the one who is just overconsuming information instead of actually applying what you know. Stop this cycle. Look every single question you ask me again and again is an affirmation. An affirmation that tells everyone how you don't have what you want.

I've been persisting for two years but I didn't manifest it - Affirmation It feels impossible - Affirmation. Why aren't my affirmations working - Affirmation. Am I even doing this right? - Affirmation.

You are doing this to yourself. You get that??!

If you want it, you have to be willing to change yourself, to change your thoughts, to stay discplined in the story that you want. There's no other magical way to it. This is it. If you want it bad enough, OWN IT. FUCKING OWN IT AND PERSIST ON WHAT YOU WANT.

You know why you don't have it yet?? CAUSE YOU'RE SO FUCKING RELIANT ON THE 3D. Stop it. You aren't trying to change the 3d. Your only job is to change your 4d - your thoughts , your attention and awareness. The 3d has no other choice but to reflect it. 3d has no power and yk why? Cause it's so malleable and all it can ever do is reflect your 4d, your imagination. But your imagination - NOW that is in your hands, You can choose to think what you want, You can choose to accept what you want as true and just let your sc mind do it's magic. Thats all you need to know.

Now I get it, circumstances may same really really bad like almost impossible for you to believe that the opposite of what is actually there is actually the real reality. But you're just gonna have to do it anyway. Imagination - IS THE REAL REALITY. And there is nothing you can do to change it. SO accept that and change your thoughts.

DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE RN? CAUSE YOU DID IT, YOU FOUND OUT THE ULTIMATE TRUTH OF LIFE. HOW YOU HAVE ALL THE POWER, HOW YOU ARE THE CREATOR OF YOUR REALITY.

Now if you don't believe in all this and sees this as some manifestation crap then I'm respectfully asking you to get the fuck off my blog, I don't need you here if you don't need me.

But if you know that this is it, this is true then I want you to read very carefully what I am gonna say next because THIS IS IT -

is loa real for YOU? (yes) is manifestation real for YOU? (yes) so is your imagination the real reality in your life? (yes) - so obviously what you assume has to be real too right? So it is real and it is yours. You have it and you have it now. That's it. That's all there is to it. If you believe in this, If you can know this, You have to know that this is it, what you assume is true, IS true in your reality.

All you gotta do is persist. Persist in your new story. It doesn't matter what technique you guys use. Just know that it is done. Stop treating it like a process - MANIFESTATION IS NOT A PROCESS, IT IS INSTANT, IT WAS YOURS THE MINUTE YOU DECIDED SO. CREATION IS FINISHED, IT IS YOURS.

Just know that it's done. You're not waiting for something to happen in the 3D - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU ARE THE VALIDATION. WHY ASK YOURSELF WHERE IT IS - WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE IT.

Guys this is it, this is all you need, read it and reread it as many times you want to just get it in your head but trust me this is it.

You've got this!

Love, Shrads

[kianamaiart]

I am honestly scared of a studio acquiring it, because I really liked the TV-14 theme it has and if it changes to 6-11 (which is the golden age range studios love), I think that she can have a blood tainted baseball bat, or a gun, or a lead pipe is 50% of what sets it a part of other magical girl shows, the other 50% is of course that Aika doesn't want to be a magical girl.

It feels good to see a story which isn't like completely all adult with sex and top violence but also not something for kids 6-11. There are so few examples of this middle ground, barely touched by big studios or even by the indie scene. CN's Infinity Train I think touched this middle ground but not much else recently that I remember.

I fully know a studio is way more stable and can allow to pay for all the people and everything needed if it ever becomes a full show, but with that my biggest concern with a studio producing more is the changes they would ask you to make with their notes.

I mentioned it in a different post, but pretty much only studios' adult divisions have reached out and the tv14 rating is something I feel strongly about keeping. This show would just fundamentally not be the same without it (the whole hook is the violence aspect lol).

I'm taking things slow and trying to be smart about how I navigate this process. I want to ensure I'm somewhere where the integrity of the show can stay intact but also find somewhere where I and any other artists I bring onto the project aren't fucked over. Continuing down the indie route isn't out of the question but something I want to make sure I handle correctly if I do.

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"Waking Up in Vegas"

Prologue, Chapter one:, Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4:

ok guys! we're back and reader's hot girl summer has started! Sorry I was gonna put this chapter out earlier today but i've just been so busy today plus i'm cooking up a 3rd part for "older" I got my period AND i have a math test and english essay coming up. If some parts don't make sense, its on purpose. Reader is disoriented and drunk half the time, the days blur together for her. Lmk what yall think of readers hot girl summer and what you want/think will happen in the next chapter .Sorry for any mistakes! Comments, reblogs and ASKS make my dayyyy and encourage me.

Saint-Tropez wasn’t just a place, it was a playground, a haven for those who didn’t care about consequences or anyone else’s rules.

And you? Well, you were done with rules.

For the last two weeks, you’d been living like this, untouchable, free, and completely lying to your family.

You had told Bruce you were staying with Ariel and her father, which was true, for the first two days anyway.

Ariel's father is a busy man, he couldn't take 2 and a half months off work to babysit two 16 year olds who would do what they wanted anyway. As soon as he left, Ariel began calling your two other close friends, Claire and Rory. Together, all four of you were unstoppable at school though it was an unspoken rule that you and Ariel were the dynamic duo. All four of you stayed in Ariel's ocean front villa, relaxing, tanning, and just getting settled.

God, let's not even start on how drastically everything changed while you were at boarding school and the family found out Tiffany's true colors. They were all so.....protective now. You got calls everyday, from each of your 'siblings' separately, dozens of texts asking you what you ate, who you were with, and what you were doing. You didn't entertain them. The only person you replied to was Bruce, and that's only because you knew if he wanted to, he could call off this whole trip.

You didn't answer Tim's random, vague questions like, "Who's that on your story? Do you know them? Are you sure they're safe to be with?" He was asking about a simple sunset dinner picture you posted with Ariel, so you blocked him. He's way too nosy.

You didn't reply to the groupchat the girls, Barbra, Steph, and Cass added you in called "The girls!!"

What a creative name!

You left after you saw 'Tiffany was removed from this conversation'. Maybe you were being petty but they obviously had this chat before and didn't bother to add you to it before Tiffany was exposed. It was your turn to ignore them.

You definitely didn't reply to Damian's outright threatening messages that he sent almost every other day, they all sounded something along the lines of "You will regret this. You cannot simply leave and run away from your family. Come home or else."

He's such a strange little boy, he spoke and acted like an angry Victorian prince. He texted you like you were close before, like it wasn't him who pushed you away. You were coming back in two months and yet he acted like ran away and changed your name.

Jason, Bruce, and Dick were the most consistent and annoying, in that order exactly.

Jason texted you every morning at 8 and every night 11, like clockwork. His texts were daily updates what he was planning on doing that day, asking you the same, and reminding you that he's sorry and that he loves you. It tugged at your heart not to answer him, and sometimes, you gave in and you could feel the joy in his response when you replied. You and Jason's conversations went like this, on the odd occasion you replied,

"Good morning." - Jason

"How are you? No trouble in paradise I hope."- Jason

"My days gonna be pretty dull today, nothing much except patrol. Might go to that bookstore you used to like." - Jason

Your cold heart would melt when he said things like that and you would reply,

"awww! jason, thats so sweet." and follow with "I'm good!! how bout you??? staying out of trouble?"

Jason was your softest spot and he knew it.

Bruce texted you three times a day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. His messages were dry and authorative, demanding answers. He wanted to know who you were with, what you were doing, if you left the house, and if you were okay. The fatherly care and authority isn't something your used to, it was strange. You weren't sure if you felt cared for or suffocated. You answered Bruce once a day, your tone straight to the point, answering only what he asked, nothing more.

Dick is by far the worst. He texted you constantly, as if trying to make up for 11 years of not texting you at all. He texted you when he woke up, when he slept, when he ate, what he ate, and sent you pictures of everything. Once he sent you a picture of a tiny bird saying it reminded him of you. You nearly blocked him after that, the only reason you didn't was because you liked how desperate he was. Not long ago, it was you spamming him like that. Plus he can be funny most of the time. You don't even want to think of the constant selfies he sent. You only ever replied once.

Dick sent a selfie of him hanging with some of the Titans, you forgot why or what he said along with it, but you do remember seeing Connor Kent shirtless in the background. You giggled and showed Ariel how hot he is. You replied to Dick almost instantly hearting the picture, screen shotting it, and drawing a heart around Connor saying something like, "WHO DAT IN THE BACK????" and "Tell superboy to hmu".

Dick was not happy about that, that was the last group selfie he ever sent. He got more frequent with his texts after that. He must've snitched to Jason because not even five minutes after you got a text from him.

"Remember what I said. No boys, i'll kick his ass." - Jason

You ignored him of course.

The sun beat down in the south of France, but you were far from concerned with the blistering heat. Not when there was a private yacht at your disposal, a poolside filled with strangers and familiar faces alike, and the soundtrack of Drake keeping your pulse racing. You felt the vibration of your phone against your palm for the third time in ten minutes. Another text from Bruce. He was becoming more insistent you answer him the longer you were gone. It's only been two weeks! Another "where are you?" or "be careful." As if you were gonna listen. Or reply to him.

Bruce. The man who'd ignored you for the better part of your life, suddenly acting like a worried father because Tiffany, the perfect sister, had betrayed them all. Tiffany, the adopted daughter who had somehow replaced you in their world. Now, she was the enemy, the traitor, the spy, and she was gone. That meant you had all the freedom you could ever want.

The more you thought about Tiffany the angrier you got. She had everything. How many summers has she spent on yatchs partying? How many times has she blown thousands of Bruce's dollars? Why were you forgiving them so easily? Why were you even listening to him?

Just because he apologized and said he'd change?

Why should you forgive Jason so easily and respect his rules, he ignored you for years and replaced you with Tiffany. The more you drank, the more you thought and the angrier you got. Who do they think they are? You've always been too nice, too obedient, and they're still taking advantage of it. You'd show them, show them what its like to be ignored and forgotten and made fun of.

For the next two months, you were going to ignore them. Bruce and jason included. You've been too nice, too good these two weeks, your friends were begging to party but you didn't want to, you were scared of disappointing them.

You were so angry nothing changed in you that you finally caved and decided to do what Claire and Rory were doing, give your phone to a worker here and have them turn the location on and send updates to Bruce. You still used the same icloud so you could read their messages and make sure they weren't suspicous.

He'd think you were always at the villa or just going into town, they won't know what hit them.

You turn to Ariel and grin, "I'm free. What are we doing tonight?" You were done obeying their rules and living your life for them. Who knows when you'd be alone in Europe with your best friends again.

Ariel hopped off her chair and squealed, her dark skin glowing from the sun, she grabbed you and twirled you around, your giggles echoing through the yacht and drawing Claire and Rory's attention.

Ariel grinned and explained to Rory and Claire, "Little Miss good girl finally came to her senses and went M.I.A with her dad. Now we can finally party! Hot girl summer starts now."

All three girls start squealing and join Ariel in her celebration.

You rolled your eyes feeling guilty, "I told you, you could've gone without me!"

Ariel wrapped her arm around you, "Nonsense, it's not a party without you. Now, come on we gotta go shopping if we're going out tonight. It's lucky that we both have daddy's black cards. It's really lucky that they have Dior, Hermes, and YSL down the street."

You weren't sure how much you spent and the drinks kept you from feeling guilty. Bruce is like, a bajilionaire, what you spent won't make a dent.

Somehow, you ended up on an even bigger yacht filled with guys, in your brand new Dior bikini with a matching bag.

By the time night fell, the yacht was buzzing, the VIP lounge overrun by people who hadn’t even been invited. The bass was so loud you felt it in your bones. You didn’t care. You've never felt so alive.

Your new phone wasn't getting any messages except DMs, and the woman you hired confirming Bruce thought you were sound asleep in the villa.

You can practically taste the summer air as you step onto the deck of the boat, laughing with Ariel and your friends and the others you’ve met along the way. No one cares about where you’ve been, where you’re going, or who your family is.

As the DJ cranks up the volume, a cute guy with long blonde hair catches your eye. You wink at him and saunter over. This summer is all about freedom, and you’re ready for it. His hands are already on your waist, pulling you close, and suddenly you’re lost in the rhythm, spinning and laughing, his lips brushing against your ear.

The night wears on, you drink more, laugh louder, flirt harder. The yacht turns into a blur of lights, drinks, and music. As midnight rolls around, the party shows no signs of slowing. You could stay here forever, with no rules but your own.

But then it happens. You wake up in a completely different city.

London.

You’re sprawled on a plush couch in a ridiculously luxurious flat, a half-empty bottle of champagne next to you. The room smells like expensive perfume, and the decor is all sleek lines and minimalist chic. You sit up slowly, your head pounding from last night.

You sit up straighter, rubbing your eyes.You vaguely remember a private jet, but it’s all blurry. One moment, you were on the deck of the yacht, living it up, and the next, you're waking up in an entirely new country.

You look around the room in panic and spot Ariel sleeping on the couch and a random guy, butt naked on the floor next to her. You sigh in relief at Ariel being okay and the fact you weren't kidnapped.

There’s a knock at the room door, and when you answer, it's a random guy from last night, British accent, disheveled hair, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He grins at you sheepishly. “Hey, you good?”

You, Ariel, the naked boy named Christian, and the Brit named Thomas, have breakfast and exchange stories of what you remember from last night. It was fun, but you and Ariel flew back to St. Tropez where a jealous Claire and a worried Rory were waiting.

Last night was fun, but it couldn't happen again. It was dangerous and if anything happened Bruce wouldn't know.

Except it did happen again, and again, all summer long.

The next weeks were a blur, Venice, Monaco, and Madrid, with stops in Dubai and Los Angeles along the way. Each city more vibrant and intoxicating than the last. Every place you went, you had the freedom to be whoever you wanted to be. There was always a fresh crop of people, and you reveled in not having to answer to anyone. No father, no brothers, no sisters, just you and your friends against the world.

You and Ariel lived your lives like you were gonna die tomorrow. You were unstoppable, no family, no rules, no responsibility. Your abilities weren't acting up at all, everything was perfect. Bruce and the family were off your back, being made to think you were at the villa all day.

The “No Boys Rule” was completely disregarded, though. It seemed that whenever you let your guard down for just a moment, you’d end up surrounded by someone new. Whether it was a guy from a club in Monaco or a guy you met on a private yacht in Venice, you were always finding someone new

Despite all the parties, the alcohol, and the private Instagram posts, and funny Tik Toks, there was still a growing sense that you weren’t living this life for you, you were living it for the rebellion, to spite Bruce.

It wasn’t just about freedom anymore. It was about finally being seen, even if that meant drifting away from everyone you once called family.

You only had one month left of absolute freedom, and you were gonna make the most of it. With Ariel, Rory, and Claire by your side, you partied in just about every city.

The final month of your wild European escapade had arrived, and things were only getting wilder.

The clock had no meaning anymore. Days and nights blended into each other as you danced from one city to the next, your world a whirlwind of music, champagne, and endless laughter. Ariel, Rory, and Claire had become your partners in crime, literally when you got arrested, but thats not important.

Each morning you woke up in a new place, groggy and confused, only to remember the night before—flashing lights, pounding beats, and the promise of more. Cannes, Monte Carlo, Paris, or Dubai, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the freedom you’d found in them, and in yourself. You were more than the neglected, ignored girl from Gotham; now, you were the life of the party.

there was always someone waiting to whisk you away to the next nightclub, the next gala, the next beach party where the world’s richest men tried to get your attention.

First, it was Paris. You could feel the eyes on you as soon as you entered the hotel lobby. The air smelled of expensive perfume, freshly polished marble, and the faintest trace of guilt, because in some corner of your mind, you could still hear Bruce’s voice echoing in your ears. But it quickly faded as the first private yacht rolled up to the dock. The deck was crowded with Parisian socialites and half-drunk billionaires, but it wasn’t about the crowd, it was about the feeling of being wanted. Being worshipped.

It was in Paris that you really started feeling the distance between you and the life you’d left behind. The champagne flowed easily, the laughter came effortlessly, but there was an ache you hadn’t anticipated. A pang that struck at the edges of your satisfaction, the kind you couldn’t drink away.

You thought about Bruce. His pleading words, his desperation, and how, for a moment, you almost felt sorry for him. But only for a moment. You couldn’t let him win. Couldn’t let them see that you’d needed them. Because that would mean giving up everything you had now, the freedom, the endless nights, the city hopping, the boys who adored you.

You let it all sink in, just for a second, how much control you had over them now. How much they wanted you back, how much they needed you back. It felt good, knowing that you could walk away and have them chase after you, like you used to chase them.

Maybe it was the brief, fleeting moments when you thought about Gotham, about Bruce, about your family, and how none of it felt real anymore. They’d played their games, ignored you, and now it was your turn.

Meanwhile, your phone was a constant buzz of messages. Tim had sent at least five texts, each one more urgent than the last. Jason called twice, his voice sharp and filled with that annoying overprotectiveness he just developed. And Bruce… well, Bruce sent you one long, pleading message, something about understanding, about giving him another chance, and answering his calls. You didn’t even bother reading it all. You didn’t need to. You didn’t care enough to respond.

You had no intention of being tied down by anyone, but when a French prince with dark, tousled hair and eyes that burned through your soul offered you a glass of champagne and a seat next to him, you took it.

You didn’t even have to look for him, he found you. He was the one with the perfect jawline, the one who could be a model if he wasn’t already a prince. His eyes, blue locked onto yours the second you entered the VIP area. A raised brow, a subtle smirk, and you knew that for tonight, he was yours.

You didn’t speak much. He didn’t ask questions, and that was the kind of energy you craved. A few words, some flirting, fleeting touches, and then you were in his Lambo, the leather seats smooth under your skin as the city sped by. He went as fast as you wanted, loving the thrill and impressed look in your eyes.

The thrill was intoxicating, the feeling of being someone else, someone free. The kind of person who didn’t have to answer to anyone. A few hours later, you were standing on a balcony, watching the sunrise, your lips tingling from the kiss he’d stolen.

Your mind was a haze of laughter and the aftertaste of expensive whiskey. The view of the French Riviera was far too beautiful to appreciate right now, and your thoughts wandered back to Gotham, to the family you’d abandoned, the ones who had never cared for you.

But as the days wore on, it was harder to ignore the hollow feeling creeping in. The message from Dick, the one where he told you that he loved you, stayed in your mind longer than it should have. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You didn’t owe him anything. But you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a second, what it would have been like if things were different.

You turned away from those thoughts quickly. You couldn’t afford to get attached. Not now. Not when you were on the verge of something bigger. The freedom you had now was everything you wanted. No one could take that from you.

You couldn’t let them control you. You wouldn’t let them.

You and Ariel were inseparable now, pulling Claire and Rory into your whirlwind of recklessness. You all had your roles, Ariel was the carefree partier, Claire the quiet one who always managed to keep ya'll out of trouble, and Rory was the one always ready with a camera and a new Tik Tok idea. You were the star, the one they all gravitated toward.

Each day was a new city, a new set of challenges, a new set of eyes who wanted to be close to you. You knew the game, knew how to play it. You knew how to keep them guessing, how to make them want you more.

So, you danced. You partied. You lived in the moment and let your life spiral further from Gotham’s grasp.

From there, it was off to the next city.

Las Vegas; Sin City, there was no place like it. You couldn’t even remember how you got there, your mind fuzzy with a mix of adrenaline and whatever was in that last glass of tequila. The strip was lit up like daylight, people everywhere, the air thick with smoke and the sound of slot machines ringing through the night.

You woke up in a penthouse suite that could have been mistaken for an entire floor of the Bellagio, the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. And there he was, a prince. The same French prince, draped in a robe embroidered with gold thread, a fresh glass of mimosas on the table beside him. He was smirking, lounging on the couch like this was all part of his daily routine. You couldn’t even remember how you got to the suite. What had happened between the bar and now? You didn’t care.

He didn’t seem to care either, his hand casually tracing the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving you. You laughed, feeling the surrealness of it all wash over you, the weight of your last 48 hours in Ibiza and Monaco still fresh on your skin. One minute, you were dancing at a celebrity’s secret after-party in Monaco, and the next, you were here, on the other side of the world with some mysterious prince who had probably already forgotten your name.

The rest of the night was spent taking private jet rides to exclusive clubs, partying with people whose names you couldn’t even pronounce, and waking up to the flashing lights of a casino floor. Vegas was the kind of place where everything felt fake, but that didn’t matter. You really are Brucie Wayne's daughter.

Next stop, Ibiza, the heart of Europe’s clubbing scene. Ariel and you slipped into the club, stepping past the velvet ropes like it was second nature. The security guard practically bowed as you walked by. The crowd parted for you, the clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of expensive conversations filling the air.

This was where you belonged. The heat of the island, the night that stretched into forever. You and Ariel danced on top of the table at Pacha, popping bottles like they were nothing, the music vibrating in your bones, the crowd chanting your name like you were the star of the show. It was your second night there, and you had already met a Spanish duke who was more interested in buying you a yacht than actually getting to know you. There was white powder everywhere, tempting you to try but you didn't give in. Who knows what could be in it. Your friends and most people at the club didn't share the same idea.

You just wanted to enjoy the view and keep the party going but you were worried, maybe this was too much.

“we’ve got to live for the moment,” Ariel grinned, taking a shot of something that made her eyes water. “Who cares if we’re in a foreign country surrounded by dangerous people? It’s the best kind of chaos. When else are we gonna do this?”

Somehow you ended up on a private yacht again, this time surrounded by Ibiza’s elite. You weren’t sure how many shots of tequila you’d had, but you knew that the man at your side had given you a diamond bracelet to match your dress. You accepted with a grin asking him to put it on for you, your hair wild, your makeup smudged from hours of dancing, but it didn’t matter. You were untouchable.

It was getting close to 3 AM, and the music hadn’t stopped. The drinks kept flowing, and the Duke’s yacht you somehow ended up on was finally leaving the dock. You couldn’t remember how you ended up on the boat, but you were there now, floating on a million-dollar boat with peopl you’d only seen on TV. One of the men from the night before was already making eye contact, his glass of sangria in hand.

It was hard to be shy in a setting like this. Rory, who’d never been afraid of attention, was deep in conversation with a couple of supermodels who were likely on their third or fourth drink. Claire was wrapped up in a flirtation with the duke who owned this yacht, and Arie was in her own world, laughing with a group of guys who were definitely not short on cash.

The next morning, you woke up on the yacht, the sun blazing over the Mediterranean. You stretched lazily, your body still buzzing from the night before, and found yourself face-to-face with the man from last night.

He smirked, “Care for another round?” he asked, his accent thick, the sound of the waves crashing against the boat providing an oddly peaceful background.

You laughed and agreed. It was all so easy, this life. This endless, carefree abandon. No rules, no family to answer to, no obligations. It was just you, your friends, and a bunch of gorgeous strangers who only saw you for the party girl you had become. And for now, that was enough.

Next, Monaco, the grandest of them all. You didn’t just go to Monaco, you ruled it. You, Ariel, Claire and Rory crashing the most exclusive gala in the world; rich industrialists, F1 drivers ,tech moguls, the faces that appeared on the front of every magazine. But to you, it was just another game to play. Every conversation was a carefully curated performance, everyone vying for your attention, for your approval.

The days blurred together. Each city more beautiful, each party more decadent than the last. Monaco was wild, filled with the world’s elite and their very bored children. The private yacht parties were nothing short of a movie set, jet skis, champagne, drugs, and the sun beating down relentlessly. The thrill of it all never left, and every night you found a new billionaire, actor, or race car driver to distract you. It wasn’t about them, not really, it was about keeping the power in your hands, it was about feeling good. Taking away the pain that came with your powers, fortunately, men were jumping into your bed.

You didn’t even have to try. One wink, one smile, and suddenly you were in a Bentley, whisked away to a private after-party in a hidden corner of Monaco’s coastline. The prince of some oil-rich kingdom was at your side, and the night was long, filled with laughter and stolen kisses under the stars. You didn’t care what his name was, where he came from, or who he was, he was just another prince who could buy you anything you wanted.

You met guy, almost as rich as Bruce, who you beat at poker, he was more than happy to throw a yacht party in your honor. The invitation was clear: “Come party with us. No rules. No limits.”

Ariel had already decided to make a game of seeing how many men she could flirt before sunset, while Rory was doing her usual thing, charming people with her wit. You, on the other hand, had become the center of attention, as if the whole event was designed around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a conversation that didn’t involve someone trying to buy you a drink, or a private island.

As the weeks stretched on, you could barely keep track of all the cities you had visited. You spent one night in Berlin, dancing until dawn in one of the city’s most infamous clubs. The next, you were in Milan, draped in designer clothing and laughing with the most influential fashion people in the world. Every day felt like a new chapter, filled with new people, new parties, and a new sense of power.

It was intoxicating. Everyone loved you here, you were the life of every party. You had so many friends, you'd never be alone again.

There was something so exhilarating about being surrounded by people who knew your last name, who were used to rubbing elbows with people like Bruce Wayne, but didn’t realize you were his daughter.

You felt it in your bones now, the distance between you and Gotham was growing wider. The weight of the past, the guilt that had once threatened to crush you, was nothing more than a distant memory. Each city, each new face, each new party was a reminder that you didn’t need them. You didn’t need anyone.

But deep down, something shifted. Maybe it was the late-night conversations with Ariel on the balcony of a villa in Santorini, the wine flowing freely as you discussed the future, her dreams, your dreams, how you’d never go back to the way things were. Maybe it was the quiet moments alone on the edge of some private infinity pool, staring out at a horizon that seemed endless and just… empty.

You didn’t know when you started to feel it, but you knew one thing for sure: when you finally did come back to Gotham, you weren’t going to be the same person who had left.

The Final Stop, St. Tropez. You did a full circle. Your last hurrah before you returned home, or where your family assumed you were all this time. The private beach parties, the yachts that lined the harbor, the whispers of billionaires in their private jets. You danced in the sand, surrounded by flashes from cameras and jealous glares from women who had no idea who you were, but wanted to be you all the same.

A private villa awaited you, and there, amidst the most extravagant décor, you found yourself facing yet another prince, yet another man eager to claim you as his own.

You turned to find a prince—probably from denmark—standing next to you. You immediately recognized his face from magazines. He was the one who was always pictured at galas with his equally famous family. He was beautiful, dark-haired and dangerous, with a body like chiseled stone. But the only thing you could think about was how long it would take before you got bored of him, before you moved on to the next.

His thick accented voice cut through your thoughts, "Well, if it isn't the infamous party girl." He smirked eyeing you up and down.

"Oh, so you've heard of me" You said smiling. You had no idea how he knew you, all your socials were private and theres no way you had mutual friends. You froze for a second, just how far has your reputation proceeded you, did Bruce hear?

You brushed the thought away as soon as it came, Bruce didn't exist. Not tonight, your last actual night of freedom. Not when you were boarding the flight to gotham after tomorrow.

"Hard not to. You've been everywhere. Paris, London, Ibiza, Monaco, Dubai, Vegas. You're practically the princess of Europe." He grinned leaning closer.

After two months you were finally starting to feel the rush of it all catching up to you. But for now? Who cared? You were a 16-year-old filled with confidence, chaos, and fun. The world was yours, and there was no one who could stop you, least of all, your father, who were still clueless about your whereabouts and secretly obsessing over your every move. You were too busy living in the moment to care about that.

You were officially the European Party Girl, the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one they all wanted to take selfies with.

Ariel once called you a prince magnet, she wasn't wrong. You woke up next to him the next morning, his strong arms around your waist.

When you went back to Gotham, you weren’t just going to show up. You were going to treat them like they treated you all these years, you were going to laugh in their faces, ignore them like they ignored you.

As you and Ariel spent your last night together packing, you couldn't help but smile. In these two months with her, you lived more than you had in your entire life.

When you boarded the plane back to Gotham, you were different. You were someone new, someone who had tasted freedom and wasn’t sure if she could ever go back. The Waynes had no idea what was coming for them, but you were ready. The game had shifted, and you were about to play it all the way to the end.

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