#sneak peak of chapter 50

[hyperactivepuppy]

The Fire Within Chapter 50 Sneak Peak

Hello dear followers! 🐶✨ I just wanted to let everyone know that I have been working hard on The Fire Within and the new chapter will be coming soon! I have been working on setting up a patreon (which will have early access to chapters as well as exclusive content like podfics) so that is why updates have been so slow recently. I’m hoping to get that up and running soon, but in the mean time, here is a little sneak peak of the next chapter ^.^

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It was over an hour before the sound of a door opening creaked through the dark basement where they were being held.

Shoto flinched at the sound, half lidded eyes opening to dart sluggishly around the cell. Had he fallen asleep? He hadn’t meant to sleep. He had been so sure Iridium had left out the heavy sedatives…

A dull glow filtered down the hallway as heavy footsteps approached. A tall figure stopped at the cell gate, holding a lantern aloft to illuminate sharp, tilted features and greasy black hair.

“Food,” the man drawled lazily. He crouched down, sliding a tray of food under the bars of the cell. “Be sure not to waste any.”

“We don’t want your fucking food, asshole!” Bakugo snarled. He sat hunched on the far side of the cell, arms crossed over his chest.

Shoto could see him shivering, damp shirt clinging to dirty skin. It was cold in the cell – he hadn’t noticed before with all of the pain, but without his fire quirk to keep him warm, his own body was wracked with shivers.

“Yeah, yeah. Wither away if you so choose. But I would think more carefully before refusing food. Those drugs have nasty side effects on an empty stomach.”

Bakugo scoffed out an angry growl. “How the hell are we supposed to trust you? This shit’s probably poisoned.”

The man rolled his eyes, revealing the sickly red crusting the corners of their sockets. “We have no intention of poisoning you. Death and maiming is not our agenda. We simply need to… keep you here. But I assure you, the food is not poisoned.” He reached a long, slender hand under the cell wall and picked up one of the bowls. It appeared to be full of stew, some of the broth spilling over the edge to form a lumpy congealed mess on the side of the tray. The man scooped a small portion into his mouth, keeping his eyes locked with Bakugo’s as he purposefully swallowed. “See?” He set the bowl back down and slid it under the bars. “Now you lost a precious mouthful of food. Better eat what you have left.”

Bakugo let out a warning growl, but the man ignored him, turning and stalking back down the narrow hallway leading out of the basement they were being kept it.

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.64)

(Sneek Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “Take your time, it’s not like I’m dying over here or anything.” “Shut up Jimin you are not going to die.”

Tags: Angst, Blood, Gore, Maiming, violent acts described perpetrated by loved ones, near death experiences, near death experiences, No one dies, Jimin does not die, Hurt with just a little comfort.

W/c: 7.0k

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter will be a little shorter than usual after such a long weight but i literally could not finish the second half of it in time. i've been going through a rough patch™ which is why recently the updates have been 3 weeks apart instead of just 2 like usual. idk when that will change, this might just be the new reality for me 😭 when i tell you the end of this chapter has a fucking twist to it that i love, you're not prepared!

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

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Chapter 64 Sneak Peak: Pawn and King

The fog covers everything like a balmy damp shadow, the snow going straight to sublimation. Pockets of old streetlamp lights punctuate the darkness. But through it there are husks of metal rising like soldiers. The sky orange behind them from the distant lights of the city,

Jin’s car is there. Hobi spots it. Its blue paint stands out through the overlap of grey brush as his headlights roll over it. And then further in the darkness maybe 50 feet away, Jimin's car. Shiny and black like the husk of an insect.

You're about a mile away from where they must be doing demolition. A singular crane and floodlights shine, casting everything, the river, and this building into a grey-slanted light.

You pull around in the yard in front of the largest and most intact building. You leave the keys in it. Tumbling out the second it glides to a stop.

“Stay here.” You say, but Hobi gets out anyway. He hasn’t noticed the gun tucked into your waistband until now. It makes his pulse tick higher when you take it out. He stares at it.

"Hobi," he looks up at your face, and you flick the safety off. "Sink or swim?"

His hand finds yours. "Swim."

You shake your head like you're angry with yourself, not him. squeezing it once then letting it go. You don’t waste another second arguing. "Stay behind me."

You head off following the disturbed dust, Hobi trailing behind. Ducking from pocket of light to pocket of light.

He always wondered what happened to the gun you’d pointed at him that night you’d run away. That train ticket that still burns a hole in his pocket, a distraction maybe. He's spent the last few months fixating on it- and you of course too. Too fixated to notice the small things that he sees plainly right now. There are facts here that Hobi has not noticed.

The way you hold the gun is not practiced; and why should it be the only one who knows how to handle guns in the pack is Jimin? But the way you walk; completely silent as you transfer your weight from one foot to the other, is heartbreakingly familiar. Hobi knows how and why you've learned to move quietly.

It's almost a dance; the way you glide across the floor. The gun is an extension of your arms, like a dancer's ballet fingers. Spreading and flaying like a wing. Pinky to trigger and index finger along the barrel.

Hobi had always assumed that it belonged to Jimin. Hobi had almost forgotten about it. It was almost 6 months ago now, wasn’t it? there are some things that you never forget, and trauma makes his bones quiet. He's not as good at walking silently as you are- but if the crunch of his red Converse against the gravel bothers you, you do not have a tell.

Hobi feels like he should have asked more questions about it at the time, but now he just bites his lip and stays quiet. You'd promised. You'll tell him in time. Hobi trusts you.

That's the worst thing, isn't it? That Hobi trusts you. You've known he shouldn't since you picked up Jin's call.

Jimin is easy to find if only because he’s sitting in one of those puddles of light, leaning up against one of the containers on the ground floor. Alone. You let out a quiet whimper when you see him. You and Hobi pause in the doorway and Your hand on the gun goes slack

“Minnie!” you forget the gun and run to him, tucking it back into your waistband and falling to your knees at his side. Fingers finding water-dark fabric. Not water- blood.

Hobi stays there, his pulse thudding through his ears, an odd sort of peace to him as he takes in the details. The blood that pools dark on the dusty floor, bubbling. Jimin’s half covered with dust himself. Something wooden and red in his lap. The little bit of blood that’s dripped down his shoulder gathering there. There is a dragged-through patch of dirt a few feet away, more blood, a puddle of it. Jin is nowhere to be found.

Minnie’s eyelashes flutter. “Alpha-” you say. Almost sobbing in relief that he's alive. Alive you can handle. Alive you can work with. You bend down, getting your hand on his cheek.

“Hey pup” he murmurs, he laughs a little, half delirious with pain. He flinches like making the sound hurts him. “You came to the party" he coughs, "did you bring Tae?”

You pull back to look at him. “Tae?”

Jimin grins, eyes fluttering closed, pretty face tipped up against the light. His lips have blood on him- and it looks like a disturbing imitation of Tae’s lipstick. The shadows she leaves on your mouth, on his.

“Yeah- wanna tell her I love her. Wanna tell her that I’m sorry. Could you-" jimin's coughs overtake him, and fresh blood drips down the tips of his fingers, finding home in the soil below.

"Could you tell her for me?”

Coming Saturday December 9th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

[feysand-hivemind]

WIP Wednesday

How about a little sneak peak of a future chapter? You ever once thought, "Man, it sure would be nice if Rhys got to tell Amarantha what he really thinks about her..." Well my loves, today is that day.

“Has anyone ever told you what an insufferable creature you are?” She paused, almost as if in shock. Rhys had never spoken to her like this before. Not in all his 50 years under this godsforsaken mountain. He had always been such a good boy to her face. But none of that mattered anymore.  Besides, it wasn’t like she would remember any of this anyway.  “Oh, forgive me,” he continued. “Were you not expecting that from me? Have I played your adoring pet for too long? Well let me set the record straight here and now. You repulse me.” His face twisted into a snarl. He was sure he looked more wolf than fae in that moment.  Amarantha said nothing, still caught by surprise. The arena had gone silent. No one dared make a sound as Rhys voiced everything no one else was brave enough to say out loud.  “You’re pathetic. Whatever happened to that great and ruthless general I wonder? The one who struck fear into the hearts of her enemies? Are you so helpless and pitiful now that you had to bind all of Prythian through trickery? Have you grown so miserable and weak that you are reduced to playing games with a human? A child?” It felt so good to say this out loud. To finally tell her what a vile little cretin she was.  “I’ve met rodents more appealing than you.”

[smokerswifey]

Sneak peak of the new chapter of my persiens fic : Bounds ☺️💖

Go check it out on ao3 if you haven't, my username is VioletKaminari and the story's nearly at 50 kudos 🙏🙏

Chapter 2 snippet :

Nasiens eyeslids fluttered open reluctantly, heavy and throbbing

He groaned softly, his voice hoarse from the relentless cries and wails that consumed him the night before.

He slowly pushed himself upright, wincing at the sharp pang in his temples, his head pounding like someone had struck his skull with a hammer. His hand went up to palp his forehead, his fingers pressing against it, trying to push his pain away as he struggled to keep his golden eyes open, groggily rubbing at the crust smeared around his eyes.

He felt awful.

His mouth was dry, his head ached, and his limbs felt heavy. As if they were made of stone, weighed down by the emotional storm that raged within him all night long

All of last night’s crying seemed to have taken a toll on his body.

His dulled golden gaze flicked towards his large and wide windows, taking in the vast azure sky and the sun that shined brightly in it. Nasiens squinted against the harsh light, the ray’s too vibrant and too intense. The prince couldn’t help but scowl at the celestial orb, bitterness etched on his puffy face. The sun seemed to mock him, beaming and shining brightly in his face as if everything was sunshine and rainbows when Nasiens had never felt or been so miserable in his entire life.

“You’re so cheerful.” He muttered with a sneer. “Like nothing’s wrong.” He shivered slightly, wrapping his arms around his naked frame. Despite the scorching sun outside, he felt cold and hollow inside.

“What time even is it?” He whispered into the palm of his hand.

“It’s midday!” A voice piped up.

The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of panic through Nasiens body. He whirled around quickly, too quickly, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over him. He caught his foot in his sheets, unable to keep his balance and with a small yelp, he crashed down onto the floor, his legs tangled in his blankets.

“ Oho-oh my gosh Nasiens! Are you alright?!” The voice exclaimed, letting out concerned giggles as well, the sound akin to tinkling bells.

Nasiens let out an exasperated yet amused huff as he pulled himself upright, wrapping the sheets around his bare body as he gazed up at the intruder.

“Hi Tioreh.” Nasiens said, the corners of his lips slightly quirking.

[justallihere]

Now that I have had some time to calm down. i knew someone was dying but tbh i probably didnt want to think too hard about it. I genuinely thought about who else you could've killed and nobody can give the same pain as Rhi, losing your best friend, your ride or die, someone who left their country and lover, the friend who threatened a king bc he was being an ass to Vi? nobody else can compare

i want to give you a standing ovation, girl you were able to seamlessly switch the tone of SITQ from "things are going to be okay to wow we dont know whats we’re doing and can only prepare for the worst"

Did Liam clock that there’s someone going on with Sloane and Dain? Bc I saw that and it was so funny

Vì letting Cam, Tessa, and Sloane come bc she knew they would sneak away was peak mom energy

Deadass I speed ran through chap 50 bc I knew the last bit was the part where either we find out she lives or dies 💀

Now that I’m chill… for now… seeing Immrick and Mira/drake did soothe some of the pain but I deadass went, I’ll come back to these ppl later, I need to know what happens to my girl Rhi

This seems to be the general consensus now that everyone’s chilled out for a sec! we all knew I’d do it, let’s be serious 💀

No one can compare to Rhi AT ALL and that’s why it had to be her. She’s been the one holding Vi’s hand through everything and supporting her to make the best choices for her. And it fucking sucks but that’s exactly why the venin would take her, because there’s so few people Violet would fight harder to get back or make a mistake for.

The change in tone has been so slow but it’s been building: all those little offhand mentions of Violet’s nightmares and her anxiety and her dread have been culminating to this!

Yes, Liam finally figured it out! Sloane is private and has been the one to keep her and Dain a secret so the fact that she turned to him so publicly was really telling.

lol fair 💀 there’s some more Drake in the next chapter, which I love! He’s been a fun character to bring in. But agreed, Rhi is most important 🫡

[baileys-3]

New Chapter (#50) - THE SECRET DATING ERA

Missing earings, a Lucy Lesson, Tim can drink a beer in one go, Chris Hemsworth and Movie night with Tamara - all of this in the new chapter of Secret Dating Era

Tiny Sneak Peak /Quote:

"Who's the male lead?" Lucy asks, which makes Tamara grin. Oh, this is going to be good, because it's Chris Hemsworth, and she knows that Lucy has a soft spot for him. Round two of messing with Sergeant Grumpy pants, here we go. But before she drops this bombshell, she spins around. She doesn't want to miss his reaction. "The one you find... oh, what was it... smoking hot... and, oh wait... let me think... what was the word... I got it... the epitome of masculinity... yeah, that's the one." Lucy’s face turns into bright shade of crimson as she suddenly concentrating very hard on slicing the fruit in front of her. Hilarious. But Tim's reaction is even better. His eyes narrow a little, studying his girlfriend’s face. But he manages to speak, albeit almost a little threateningly, arching an eyebrow. "The epitome of masculinity?"

[cookiecomics]

📝 & ‼️

(This is just my plan to get a glimpse of your fic. I've been reading your WIPs so far and love them a lot! :DD)

That's SO SWEET / OMG THANK U

📝 what stages are you currently in your WIPs?

Currently I'm working on A Tale of Two Tricksters Chapter 55 and I'm about...ehhhhhhh 30% done? if I can finish Ren's POV which is coming up next I'll be 50%!

‼️ what has stayed consistent across all drafts?

I have a different answer for this time because I also have a specific vibe I want to maintain with my fic because it has two villain protagonists I don't like either of them to overshadow the other, so if Akechi has a scene where he's being a tad unhinged than I'm more likely to humanize him in the follow up chapters and make Ren the unhinged one, and vice versa. I never want them both to feel like the 'same' type of villain.

Here's another sneak peak!

[crazycatfaery]

Can you give me 📚 and/or 👀 for number 5, please? 💙

Writer emoji ask game reply:

Nr. 5:

I was writing a reply to your last ask and this popped up. Number 5 again?? 😂 Okay, sure! So for anyone who hasn't seen my last reply: number 5 is my songfic, which is also my first posted fic on Ao3 (first two chapters so far as I've started revising and rewriting my entire plan for this fic).

📚 Is it supposed to be a one-shot? Or have you planned multiple chapters?

I guess I answered that already, as well as in my previous reply, but to get more specific: It's the longest fic I'm working on, it keeps expanding, currently has 41 planned chapters, I might have to stop myself when I reach 50 or else I worry I might fling my pc through the window out of sheer terror. Please send help.

👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?

Alright, alright 😝.

“I very much appreciate you checking up on me, but honestly, I’m fi-”.

Too late to feel him shift from annoyance to mischief, the smallest yelp escaped her throat as he bent down and lifted her out of her chair. His grip was strong and determined, clutching her in his arms in a somewhat clumsy bridal-style carry. Without saying anything, but with the biggest grin plastered on his face, he quickly turned around and walked straight out of her room.

“Saul! What are you- Put me down ri- What!?” Farah called out, unable to stop the laughter bubbling up and mixing in with her words.

“Terribly sorry, miss, I’m afraid I can’t comply with your request,” Saul replied, firmly holding onto her flailing form. She wasn’t weak, not in the slightest, both the amount of physical training and rounds of simulations they had done together had made sure of this. But where she excelled in being agile and having excellent magical capabilities, he beat her in physical strength and endurance by a long shot. Despite knowing this, she still tried to unsuccessfully wriggle herself free, eventually resorting to pummeling his chest with her fists.

Let me go this instant, or I’ll make you,” she announced semi-angry, frowning in an attempt to look at him as fiercely as she could manage, her eyes starting to glow a vivid magenta. Saul just chuckled.

[leathermouthproxies]

Good week,

How are you? I hope you're doing good. That sneak peak was chef's kiss. I'm just counting down to the next chapter, lol. Anyways here's a weird(?)-or maybe concerning(?). I'm not sure how to label this; fact.

In 2010, Princess and the Frog reportedly caused so many young girls (typically under 10) to actually go out to find their green prince in disguise and distress that 50 kids ended up in the hospital with Salmonella.

Fuck yeah girls GO GET YOUR FROG MAN!!

[introvertllux]

Meet the Wayne’s Chapter 2: Happy Wife, Happy Life

*Scroll all the way to the bottom for a sneak peak at chapter 3!*

I DON’T claim the rights to batman only the black!OC. Also this is pure fiction and NOT my thoughts on marriage at all.

Scarlett P.O.V.

Happy wife. Happy life.

"They," say it's the key to a good marriage- a successful one.

It makes you think about who they are and why "they" are generalizing something so complex and tricky. You see, marriage- marriage is like a puzzle. When you dive in head first, dumping out all those tiny little intricate pieces, you're interested and enthroned by your brain's incoming dopamine (the very feelings of happiness). During this moment, you know you're not really thinking. 

Your brain is just swarmed with happiness; you're having fun- overshadowing your impulse to "go for it" you're not thinking logically or analytically- because you're so overcome by (happiness) that momentary feeling. It's fun for a while; it even satisfies that feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered moments prior. But... it's only when you take a closer look you see some pieces that look so similar, yet... they are not fitting. You think they look like they belong- so why don't they. You try not to get frustrated; you try not to let this one small bump in your track steal all the happiness you just had. So what do you do?

You try to brush those emotions toward the deepest part of your head- far, far, far away. Your persistence to try and match those infuriating pieces together is perceived as a challenge to the puzzle, giving you pushback. At this point, it becomes a game. A game of dominance- whose right, who is wrong? Who's the winner, and who's the loser. You don't want to be the loser who wants to be a loser. But, at this point, you and the puzzle mirror each other. While you were covering your frustrations with lies of so-called happiness, the puzzle was exposing you- letting you know you're not slick.

But guilt came knowing hard at my door of newfound happiness. I knew that I had changed and grown into the dignified and virtuous wife of the "Prince of Gotham." But, underneath, I was a small, scared, and untrustworthy little girl. If I let guilt in, I would be back to square one, abandoned and thrown away like nothing. So instead- I ignored the responsibility I had self-proclaimed that nobody was home to answer guilty at the door. I continued to hide behind my covering and be used for what I could be (potential, they called it).

But, there are just the two cents of another so-called person with an opinion... another "they." I spot one difference, though, and it's that I feel this way. I live this way. I live a life full of lies and deceit. I can attribute that to myself, but be damn sure my husband too. Let's say 50/50. Who's the liar, and who's the deceitful one? I'll let you all decide. Though I never intentionally lied to my husband about my life, there was an abundance of things I never explained in detail. Like what happened to my parents? I said they passed away (lie?).

My memories are very blurry from infancy to childhood. I know that one day I was found in any ally by a representative from the orphanage (truth). I never explained how I ran away or who I ran away with. My husband took this as me being reserved- which, don't get me wrong, I'm very reserved, but my cover-ups were anything but reservations. They were out of fear. When I first met my husband, my life changed from that moment forward. I began to find myself (or a mirage of myself).

During my childhood and mid-teens, it was for my abilities. You see, the so-called representative from the Gotham Orphanage was no representative. He wasn't even human- at least not entirely. I sense something from him and vice versa. He said that he had been watching me for a while. I was stunned; I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think; I was so overcome with emotion. I reeked of sadness- depression, and shock. Who wouldn't if they set fire to half of an orphanage, killing 25 children and critically injuring 10 staff? I was a murderer at 12 years old. Why? How? How could I? I couldn't answer these questions, but the mysterious figure could.

He responded to each of these wonderings in order, stating, "Unfortunate substances happen all the time. You have a pure gift. Come with me, and I can show you; I can help you learn more about this precious gift." I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. So I went with the stranger I later knew as Ra's al Ghul. Later known as one of my husband's mortal enemies and our son's biological grandfather. It's funny how life works. One lie creates more lies, and eventually, they bite you.

I spent 7 years with Ra's al Ghul, training under him, developing my powers- even becoming his right hand, continuing to build on lies. 7 years wasted on what I felt was some sort of father-daughter development and what he saw as a tool in his belt. Hurting and taking the lives of those who did and did not deserve punishment, under the personal guise that if I train this so-called gift, I would ultimately be protecting the greater good. Oh, how sacrificial of me. The lies and the continue using of me. I was really a monster. This so-called gift changed me both inside and out. You see, as I began using my powers, my appearance changed... dramatically. 

My brown hair began transitioning- my fading from brown to light pink. My eyes... when I first looked into the mirror I nearly combusted is as glowing pink eyes stared back at me. In terms of both internal and external changes I thought that was as far as my abilities  would take me. 

At least that what I thought until Ra’s Al Ghul pushed me harder. More intense and longer trainings. Back then it didn't hit me that he knew what I was- the true capable I had. I was naive and thought I could trust him because he said I was special (nothing I had ever heard). But, you should’ve see the face he has on when I peaked with with my abilities. He looked like he had hit the lottery. He called this stage a “surge”. Boy, believe me I was like a surge- a power surge used a battery to drain and to power (at least that was the plan). When I reach a surge in my abilities. 

I hated the surge level. When I hit that level I wasn’t me. Or who I can to believe I was. I felt Moralless, soulless, like an empty shell of myself. My thoughts and actions did not feel like my own. I definitely did not look like myself or even the self I had become as I used my powers more frequently. 

My hair and eyes turn a dark magenta- they glowed like the night I ran away from the orphanage. I felt like a creature. I felt evil the more I used these "gifts ." Till this day this level has damaged me physically as well, as today I get these intense migraines, sometimes with visions of people I know and don't know. Bits and pieces of events that I can’t seem to piece together. My body also glows with these symbols they look like tattoos when I get intense migraines. They normally only show up then, or even in rare cases that I utilize my ablates for very small actions- but I always end up with a new symbol littered across my body when I do.

The feelings and usage continued for years after I left Ra's al Ghul.

I met my former friend- she was a user, a manipulator, but despite it all... like a sister. Although our sisterhood lasted a year, it what a whirlwind. She has expensive taste and a high interest in jewelry, particularly that of high value and rarity. A high-profile burglar, she is skilled in espionage. She amazed me with the things she could do, with no "special" abilities necessary. To have that speed, agility, reflexes, balance, and flexibility so naturally- is what I was enamored by. Of course, she saw that. 

She once told me, "Were sisters, through thick and thin. Together forever. Sister, do anything to help each other out." 

Unfortunately, nothing was stilling these most priceless items one can only dream of. Did I enjoy it? No, but the happiness I was on my "sister's" face let me know some good had to come from it. 

Right, because happiness is such a long-term feeling. Well, I learned shortly after this year-long venture I was no longer happy- no, I was never pleased. 

Out of fear, I left without a word- a trace, mirroring the same abandonment that has been done to me repeatedly.

Well... that's until I meet Bruce. After I had disappeared for about 6 years, I met the love of my life. The "Prince of Gotham" to them. But, the father of my children, B, Brucey- my husband. He spoiled me really when we first met. He was interested in my mind and what I had to say. He found my thoughts compelling, deep, intuitive, and reflective. Some were interested in something other than my abilities for the first time. They were interested in a part of me that was there long before any powers came forth. 

Our physical attractiveness toward one another was an added bonus that acted as the icing on top, helping us to resonate on some level. Emphasis on some because I soon began to notice that Bruce and I started off as matching puzzle pieces and became those mirroring ones. 

Depending on who you ask, this rough patch started at different times. The beginning of the end was when we decided to have children and as many as we have- Bruce's attention-seeking started to arise a bit. My priorities shifted. He did too. He became less about the family and more about himself, just as he was when we first met. I thought he's come out of it. He has his moments.

Meanwhile, I tried to hold it together by being the perfect mother and wife. Bruce will tell you it was the day Jason died. He and Jason have such a complex relationship. All those unsaid and unresolved complications came back on the family. It was somehow worse when Jason miraculously came back to life. They're better now. A little of an exaggeration. For someone who prefers logic over emotion- often portrayed as an emotionless robot- he's shown he has a deep emotional core but rarely ever shows it, and that precisely causes us to bump heads. I'm passionate, and he's logical. I feel, and he thinks, and the pieces never seem to fit.

Take tonight, for example. After dinner with the family, I headed to my bedroom to change. The kids all headed to bed, and I was still bashful over the boy's interest and me and how Bruce met. It took me back. So I decided to put on some lingerie. One that Bruce got me a couple years ago for my birthday. He said it was one of his favorites. He liked how it elongated my short legs. I figured this would spark something- interestingly enough though we've been in a rough patch, sex was never and is never an issue; in fact, Bruce was always an intense and passionate lover.

However, he always knew I was a person that valued actions in and out of the bedroom. It was "I love yous" in those passionate moments that felt like the old Bruce. As I waited for Bruce in our bedroom, I began to feel frustrated. I didn't need to question where my husband was. I knew. 

The good old Batcave, as my boys would call it. Evernight, he would spend in there and every day if he could if it weren't for the appearances he had to keep up with. Did I want to fight? 

No. 

Did I want to be like a puzzle and actually problem-solve? Yes and no. I wanted to try and talk sense into my husband, who would see it as pushback. But I pushed that all aside, grabbed my custom-made silk embroiled with my initial black robe, and marched straight down to the Batcave.

As I entered the intimate environment, I clenched my fist tight around the chest of my robe, growing more feelings of frustration and also disappointment. 

"I thought you weren't patrolling tonight," I stated.

"Something came up. Gordon asked me to stop by." He said, not bothering to turn and face me, still scrolling on his computer system. 

"Bruce...you promised," I said, letting out a shaky breath as I exhaled my frustration slowly. 

"I also made a promise to this city. I vowed to help and protect them." He said with his back still turned, but his body now standing straighter. 

"To the city, but what about your family? Your kids? Your wife?" I said, almost pleading. 

"This is where our family lives, Scarlett. What good is it to raise a family without a home to come to, a home from them to grow up in."

 He said as he stood up straight, eyes fixed on the alternating camera footage.

"Yeah? But what good is a man without his family Bruce? ”You went from vengeance to Mr. Righteous.”For a City that doesn't even love you. Not as Bruce and sure as hell not as Batman. What do you owe them, Bruce!? What is it?" I yelled and pushed, finally exploding.

Bruce swiftly turned around and stepped forward.

"You think I want to spend every night going out there?”

“You think I enjoy it?!" He yelled back.

I snorted, "Could have fooled me. Because all I see is a sad and traumatized man... thinking he's doing the Lord's work when in reality, all he's doing is masking the guilt he feels from his family.”

“A boy inside of the shell of man, paying for his father's sins. The riddler may have been off his rocker, but he spoke factually about that." I said.

"Don't speak his name. Ever." He sneered. 

"Or what?" I pushed, and I stepped forward. 

"Are you going to leave me, Bruce? Leave your sons; hell, leaving Alfred.”

“At this point, all we need is for you to leave us for good because you are so emotionally checked out. If you don't want us, then just go." I said, finally putting my head down, chin to chest, as my hand loosened around my robe. 

I felt defeated. 

I gave it my all.

Within moments, I was pulled into Bruce's arms. I began to sob instantly. 

"Scarlett, I know I haven't been the best father and husband. I want to protect you, the boys, and Alfred the best way I know. “

“I want a world of peace but, most importantly, a city of peace. Gotham has a little left, and if nobody wants to shed light on it, I will.” 

“I want a place where my boys can grow and lead normal lives. Where you and I can grow old together. Alfred can retire.”

“I can't do that knowing what lurks in the shadows. I know you can't see it now, but I protect you.”

“That's why I came to my senses and agreed you all stop patrolling. It's too dangerous, and I can lose anyone again." He said as he tried to comfort me.

There was still so much I wanted to say. I tried to argue and tell him he was wrong. That what he was saying didn't make sense. 

But there was something in him- or something out there that he needed- that he wanted. 

But what?

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WHEW! I’m sorry for the delay. IDK what to write. I was stuck. I also am going through the motions of life. But, thank you for sticking around please find the preview for the next chapter as well as the taglist below.

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Meet the Waynes Chapter 3: Motherhood

Despite living a life without a mother as well as doing things a mother should never do, I've always felt this magnetic pull to be a mother. I’ve always felt naturally maternal, like I was made to be this loving mother. However, I never thought to much about it. Ra Al Ghul never gave me the chance. I was often secluded from everyone. I never got to go outside of the premises. I never met anyone new or really had long conversations. I always felt as though if I brought up the idea or even the feelings I has experienced, the teenaged urges I had I would be dismissed- punished even. There weren’t many females to talk to, well expect Talia- she was Ra’s Al Ghul’s daughter. She was similar to me in away. Untouchable, priceless. But here’s where we differed she was still a person, I was a tool. She hated me. She never spoke to me only gave me cold hard stares. I figured it was because she felt like I stole her father. In reality it was quite the opposite. He took me. I never knew what it was like to see him in that fatherly way she saw. I was too busy being trained and daydreaming about what normal teenagers do outside of this place. I often daydreamed about leaving and finding a boy to like.. What would hand-holding be like? Kissing? My first kiss? What about getting married like in all the fairy tale princess books they would read to us at night. Would I have kids? Who would the look like more?

I didn’t know. But I felt pulled to want that life. But, here I am 10+ years a mother. A mother of 5 boys. Strong, funny, and brilliant in different ways. Thinking of my boys let’s me put aside the intense exchange I just had with Bruce. I think of them knowing that they’re my first priority. I will always go above and beyond for them. That’s why I fight my husband on this whole cape crusader stuff. I know Bruce means well, but lately his fixation on patrolling has been straining on us as a couple, but more on the boys. They see us, but they also reflect on their individual relationships with their father. There are times when Bruce has been too hard on them, and there have been times where he's failed them too. But when his head is on straight he’s the best role model. He’s empowering, loving, and encourages them to be the best versions of themselves. He’s not the perfect father, but he's learning.

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.50)

(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Two different first times, Two different outcomes. 

Tags: Dom! yoongi, Dom! tae, Sub! reader, Trans! taehyung, Mommy! tae, Mommy kink, Omegaspace, KNOTTING, breeding kink, belly bulge, implied cervix fucking (it’s my universe and i can do what i want with it, marking kink, nipple play, threesome, sloppy seconds, cumplay, dirty talk, body worship, discussion of past eating disorders, talk of the m/c gaining weight, dysphoria mention, Near death Experiences, First kisses, Dead bodies, stupidity 

W/c: 12k

A/n: let’s have a big round of applause for the 50th chapter 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 if you told me 2 years ago that i’d still be writing bily i don’t think i would have believed you! Please give this chapter lots of love when it comes out <3 it took a lot of hard work to get to this point!

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 50 (Sneak Peak): You and Hobi bury a dead body (Pt 1) 

Yoongi’s hands linger as he watches Tae in the door. The subsiding attention has your brain mushing, the fact that she's here a flutter on the edge of your consciousness. Soft whines fall from your lips, whines that you can’t contain now that the sweet scent of Tae nudges your nose like a warm autumn breeze. 

Her scent has been changing subtly over the past few weeks, just a little. Since starting the estrogen she’s gotten Spicier and sweeter, like late summer roses.  When you’re not as deep in omegaspace and as entrenched in your senses you can’t tell the change so easily- normally you wouldn’t be able to tell but now-

She smells so good you can taste her on the back of your throat, Now you want to roll over onto your tummy and purr, there is an unspoken urge to get your knees under you to present- to show alpha how good you can be and maybe she’ll-

Yoongi pushes down on the small of your back, stopping you from presenting your hole for breeding with a tsking sound. Although even as he does you sense that he might not really want to stop you. 

No- that little bit was more about control. You won’t get breed until your mate lets you, and you certainly won’t get your little hole fucked until he says you’ve been good. All of you- all of this- is happening under his discretion. 

Something is teeming in him, something more relaxed and more trusting than you’ve ever seen before. More willing to give. More willing to truly let himself go- that was evident earlier in the way that he fucked you- unrestrained and hard- like he wasn’t worried about breaking you for once. 

His dominant touch had you weak kneed and whimpering his name- spiraling down into omega space so fast that he’d had to carry you from the bath to the bed.  

He’d taken you up against the walls of the shower minutes before. He'd ground his cock in deep and thorough. Gasping against your neck that you where his. His fingers digging into your wet thighs keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you.

If you’d dripped onto the floor, it had been disguised by the falling water.

His touching now isn’t about sateing any physical desire in him; this is something more primal. How many months and days had he spent quietly watching you, weighing you with his eyes, and now-

Now, there's something more under his fingertips. 

It’s addictive- the way his your body feels under his touch. He’s not sure when precicely you started to change but now- 

Now your body molds under his touch. Everything plush and full- Your thighs and the way that they squish around the arch of your behind. The way they feel when they squish around his hips or envelop his head- all of it is intoxicating. The glow in you that has him barely holding back growl after growl, lips lifting from teeth that want to nip and bite. Nameless instinct neither omega or alpha that says this deliciousness is his. 

Even now he can’t decide if he needs to fuck you again or just touch every inch of you and then after that- press his lips to certain places to see if you feel just as supple against his mouth. 

You whine, and there's only one thing you’re whining for- only one thing that will sate you in omega space and Yoongi can’t give it. 

He looks at Tae still lingering in the doorway. Standing pretty in her lipstick and her barely there dress, watching you like you might be god given too. An alpha, primed and ready to give Yoongi’s mate what she needs- to have her round and swollen like she’s whining for.

If Yoongi had been born an alpha all of them would be screwed. 

Something in Yoongi's blood sings. The monster in his chest purring in satisfaction.

Ours.

Coming Saturday March 18th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below) 

[ladydaybreaker]

God I love my spazz...

No context. Just spazz.

(sneak peak of What Friends Are For chapter 50)

“Four eldritch zombies in the bodies of the scariest thing with wings since the Cretaceous Period vs a Disassembly Drone, two Worker Drones…one of ‘em with a railgun and the other with a cellphone and a human with a Colt 1851 Navy revolver and a longsword armed with a kill switch that won’t do jack against ‘em,” Tessa hummed, tapping a finger against the glass of her viewport, “Dunno if I like those odds but hey, I think we can take ‘em.”

[bestwenclairfics]

50 shades of red - Chapter 1 - urfavgoddess - Wednesday (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

Jelous Wednesday is one of my favorites fic themes.

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Sneak peak:

“Enid, tell her the bottle was pointing at me,” Wednesday stated, turning to Enid.

Enid, who had been watching speechlessly the whole time, felt anger surge up inside her. Wednesday wasn’t there the whole night, leaving her alone and disappointed, and now she suddenly appears and wants Enid to kiss her?

“Actually, Willa, it was pointing at her.” Enid crossed her arms defiantly, although she did desperately want to kiss Wednesday.

[moeswriting]

WIP Wednesday, friends... y'know what that means.

here's a sneak peak at the next chapter of Mine.

He pulls a bundle of white and purple from behind his back and thrusts it into your hands, like they’re going to burn him if he keeps holding onto them. Flowers– carnations and lavender. You chuckle at his insistence and take them from him, “Wow, Joel, they’re beautiful. Thank you.” “Yeah, 's no problem. Know you like purple so,” he trails off, stuffing his hands in his pocket. He smiles bashfully, cheeks a burning red. The fluorescent lighting of your dorm hall makes the blush on his face look much darker than it already is.

i'm also working on a Debut fic... see if you can guess which song it is based on this snippet. the hint is very subtle lol

“Hey, come with me.” You take his hand gently in yours and guide him towards the swingset behind the school. It’s a rusted old thing, probably been there for longer than either of you have been alive, but you lead him to the swing next to yours anyways. The ancient metal creaks with his weight as he sits, ass too big for the child sized swing. He doesn’t care. The moon shines down on both of you in its pearly light. It’s silent for a bit, as he listens to you breathe in the April air deep into your lungs, once… twice… damp and heavy with life. He thinks you may be getting ready to say something, but you never do. Just sit and breathe. The crickets chirp all around you. He wants to ask you the question he’s been thinking for months, feels it weigh down on the tip of his tongue, heart pounding in anticipation. His feet hit the gravel hard and it makes you jump, eyes landing on him.

ALSO i'm about to hit 50 followers???? how insane is that. maybe i'll do a little something something for it. we'll see. thank you to all of you following-- it means the world. <3

[sinnohelitefourlore]

When Maylene was finally caught by Veilstone's police department, she accepted her fate in going into a juvenile detention center. She thought maybe she could even run the place. The thugs around Veilstone had remarked that she had fists of steel. But then everything changed, because a stupid man with a ridiculous red afro showed up that Maylene didn't realize was an elite due to her blind rage, and told her to stop making excuses, and to get her ass into the underground. So Maylene got her ass to the underground. Maylene found she liked the underground very much. Getting a team full of fighting-types had been her ultimate dream. What she didn't like was the trainers she came across, especially her fellow fighting-type users. You see, Maylene and her Lucario were becoming... more than a nuisance. To be fair, it wasn't her fault the trainers were so weak. Not even when it came to Pokemon battles, but none of them could spar. Maylene's grades weren't all good, but at least she could pick up a book and read about martial arts. Two black belts that had to be a few years older than her and had thirty pounds on her assumed that by teaming up and cornering Maylene would seal the deal. That it would knock the pink-haired girl down a few pegs. Break into her base at night, they said. We're going to teach that little bitch a lesson, when no one's around. The next day Maylene emerged out of her base with only a cut on her cheek. The two black belts were spotted with bruises all over their arms and legs, wincing in distress and pain. Maylene paid no mind to them. Maylene would hiss at a black belt and explain in graphic detail how she would win which made the black belt blanch in fear. She won every single spar. Flint, who had been watching her carefully, was intrigued when she would spar with her Lucario, her other fighting type Pokemon, or the other trainers.

~Sneak Peak of Chapter 50 of The League Chronicles, Maylene

Link: Ao3

[earth4angels]

Girl i will pay you $50 for chapter 2 of To Love to be released tonight

how bout you keep the 50 and ill give you something better? i’ll give you sneak peaks of to love tonight? 🤍🤭