#so literally in this fucked up weeks i'm having

[unearthlyeclipse]

ROBERT "BOB" REYNOLDS :: SENTRY :: BOB P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: This was made for my two irl besties since we've been giggling about these guys all week. It's a lovely movie, by the way. GO WATCH IT!!! Also, THANK YOU ALL FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS THIS LITERALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEE!! This post is a bit lengthy but I'm pretty sure you all won't mind ;)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, teasing, edging, mutual masturbation, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, size difference (?), creampie, overstimulation, brat taming (?), minor lactation, titfucking, sex toys, let me know if I miss any!!

Sentry You and Sentry having some fun with mutual masturbation. Teasing Sentry till he cums into your hand, a moaning mess. Sentry practically melted when he saw how mesmerized you were by his girth. Sentry was holding himself back from plowing your insides. The way your moans filled the room had him flustered. Sentry gripping your ass as he fucks up into you in desperation. A vocal Sentry fucking you senseless. Sentry prioritizing your orgasm first. Sentry still believes you don't know his worth.

Bob (IMG) Bob showing you some love early in the morning. Despite how timid he could be, Bob loves watching your face as he fucks you. Bob loves watching your hips jolt against his face. Once Bob ate you out the first time, he couldn't resist your taste. You and Bob cumming together as he rut inside of you like a dog. Bob and you getting intimate after a rough day. Finally allowing Bob to cum inside of you, whimpering mindlessly. Edging Bob in order to hear his pretty cries. You and Bob making a film for each other whenever you are separated, but he couldn't help but hide his face as you stroke him. Titfucking a needy Bob.

Void Void loves watching you cry his name while you're beneath him. You can't help but squirm while Void has you over his lap, crying from the motions of his hands. He wanted to see you in the black lingerie he gave you. Void fucking your throat. Whining like a mess while Void had you tied up, holding a vibrator to your poor, aching clit. Void slamfucking you after being suppressed for so long. He had watched the others have their fun with you, but he had been neglected, now grown far too jealous to handle. Void making you cum on his tongue then holding your leg and overstimulating you. Void holding you down and eating you out to get that cheeky smile off your face. Void using one of your toys on your cunt.

ALL of them (no threesomes unfortunately,,, FREAKS)

Running your hand through their hair as they suck your breasts tenderly.

They can't help but be vocal as you're sucking their dicks.

They love listening to you cry out with every thrust.

They're addicted to watching you squirm beneath their tongues, holding your torso down while your grind against their faces.

You were TRYING to make them breakfast, but it would have to wait.

Enjoying their favorite meal.

[district-thirteen-intern]

Katniss Everdeen says Peeta wanted kids. I say Katniss Everdeen is a dirty little liar who spent three books projecting baby fever onto the softest man alive while denying it so hard she almost gaslit herself.

And because I'm tired of arguing that Peeta didn't force Katniss to have kids, here's my probable version of what went down:

baby fever, but make it apocalyptic — everlark

it starts when delly has a baby

and katniss gets to hold it and it squeaks

her uterus literally tingles

cue immediate panic

she hands it back like it burned her

and then she immediately goes outside to shoot at squirrels until the feeling goes away

except—

(it doesn't really go away)

the next two weeks are a torture

"not everyone deserves to be a parent"

"what if they cry a lot"

"what if they're angry like me"

"what if they're allergic to bread"

"what if our child hates me"

"what if our child hates peeta"

no

no one can hate peeta

"but what if—"

it's exhausting

she steers clear of delly and her spawn the next few days

it doesn't work

her nightmares take a strange turn

she sees herself carrying a baby through the woods as she hunts

the baby giggles

another baby sits on the kitchen counter

with peeta's eyes and peeta's face

in matching aprons as peeta

and ugh—

she almost misses the mutts

anyway, she reorganizes the pantry

alphabetizes the herbs

knits something she insists is a herb pouch

but it's suspiciously baby-sized

eventually, it gets too much

and peeta is not helping

he's holding delly's baby when she visits him at the bakery

the baby is laughing

well, fuck

her whole resolve crumbles

he's making bread

she blurts, "your forearms are nice"

"thanks?"

"mm, they would be good for carrying things"

peeta raises a brow

"heavy things— like... sacks"

"sacks."

"or— like, baskets."

katniss is embarassed

peeta is visibly confused

and haymitch—

haymitch is dying of laughter

"did you know babies can't see color for weeks?"

"katniss."

"i just wanted to share a fact."

"katniss."

"it didn't mean anything. shut up."

and then she starts knitting a tiny hat

“is that for delly’s baby?”

"no."

"a friend’s baby?”

"no.”

"...katniss.”

peeta has suspicions

and they're confirmed when he finds her journal open to a page

titled: NAMES FOR HYPOTHETICAL BABY

Ember

Rue Rue ❤

Bread Jr.

NOT GALE

it ends like this—

Peeta, eventually: “Do you want to have ki—”

“YES”

“i didn’t even finish the word”

"i mean... i will if I have to, if you want too much... i mean i want to if you want to, i mean— because i love you so much."

“are you sure?”

“are you sure?”

"uh huh”

oh.

katniss blinks

"wait— that's it?"

"katniss, i've been waiting for you to stop glitching long enough to bring it up.”

she punches his arm

he laughs

haymitch starts prepping a baby-proof survival kit

no one dares ask what's in it

nine months later—

the baby is just as beautiful as she imagined

good thing peeta convinced her to have babies, really

i know it's exaggerated for comedy purposes but this is really not that far from the course of events i imagine happened— katniss is an expert at gaslighting herself after all— and I hope you liked it.

please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you liked it. and lmk if you'd be interested in being added to a tag list.

[queenwille]

I don't want to doxx myself so I'm replying to the "is antisemitism really bad in American cities" post here. Im in seattle on UW campus. It is awful. Awful. Immediately on morning oct 8th, the whole campus was plastered with free Palestine posters and posters that had the star of David crossed out. Like so fast it felt like they knew an attack was going to happen. Overnight when barely any of my American friends knew what was unfolding. Jewish professor had a swastika drawn on her door oct 2023 and just cleaned it up herself. Had pro hamas speakers come speak to my climate change class on oct 9th and said 10/7 was a brave act of resistance against capitalism and Palestine is a climate issue. Palestine riots every single weekend on campus for months in 2023. Got harassed at work by kids in keffiyehs often. Everyone wearing Palestine merch (hats, flags, shirts, pins). Stores immediately put Free Palestine posters in their windows. Went to a coffee shop in Fremont and they had a thing on the register that had a link to "proof that the IDF did 10/7 as an inside job bc zionism is so evil it even kills israelis as an excuse to then do a genocide against Palestine". Still go to shops in 2025 and they have posters and stickers up of "resistance by any means necessary. No peace on stolen land" with Palestine flags in the window. Which is funny bc Seattle is obviously stolen Native land, colonized way more recently than the early zionist movement. My neighborhood constantly has Palestine/pro-hamas/free Muhammad Khalil posters and red triangle graffiti. Majority of queer people here are loudly and proudly pro western hamasnik. I still know people defending the shit on UW campus last week. The pro Israel people here and jews are strong and cool but kinda quiet and we kinda keep to ourselves? I know a few loud and proud jews but it feels very lonely imo. Lately I have seen some Fuck Hamas stickers and a yellow ribbon sticker but I would say the pro jew, pro Israel stuff is hard to find and you kinda gotta seek it out. And im from the east coast so don't get me started on the antizionist jews who were born and raised in the hippie PNW and are secular af and basically culturally Christian using their judaism as a weapon being like "oh well /im/ jewish and antizionist and love Palestine and JVP and zionists don't represent us uwu" and it's like yeah duh your ancestors came here way way pre-holocaust and jews have had a relatively good time on the american west coast. you have been privileged for like 5 generations. not every jew was so lucky!!! Ugh. Anyway sorry for rant, it's bad here. Never felt so disconnected from my israeli east coast jewish community :(

thank you for the rant and feel free to come back whenever you feel the need, i got you 🤍

what i find even more mind blowing about how hardcore violent americans are with their protests and propaganda rn and how they can’t just be normal about literally anything, is not even the part where the US is, like you said, mostly obviously stolen/occupied land, but the fact that they have the 2nd biggest jewish population in the world and lmao they’re definitely making aliyah seem like a good idea to most. lmao they’re actually making the zionist point where jews are the safest in israel under missiles and barricaded with enemies, make the most sense lmao.

also, i’m sorry you’re going through this and hope it gets better soon… 🫂

[neunnnnnnn]

𓇼ARCANE STORYTIME𓇼

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(A week ago)

Feeling confused about my existence again I decided to do the one thing that brings me peace.... Shift. I lied down did an awake method ( Embodying my dr self). This time luck was on my side because I did not have to go through a lucid dream or sleep paralysis, I just closed my eyes knew that I had no choice and then bam it happened.

The room felt different and trusted myself to believe that I had shifted, I didn't feel any symptoms.

I opened my eyes and saw Isha besides me ... making eye contact with her made all my memories come to me and I instantly knew that I had to get ready to attend progress day because that's what I scripted. I got up feeling excited and nervous because the last time I shifted I hadn't watched much of arcane.

I got myself ready and left Isha with a friend. I had created my own city from scratch that was near piltover and that's where I lived. Using my teleportation I teleported to the venue and was just in time for when the bombings happened and since I wanted to be little miss "hero" I go after jinx. If you've watched that scene it pretty much goes the same way except for me getting punched in the face ( hurt like shiit!! Omfg never again 😭) and that jinx ends up kidnapping me.

I wake up feeling like my body can't move, I'm tied up and that's when it comes back to me again that I had been knocked out and I don't even remember how. Jinx comes up to me and starts asking what my involvement is since I'm not an enforcer . I ofc stare at her because, hell it's fucking jinx!! But I assure her that I have no involvement with them and I'm just a normal person that wanted to know what was going on. She obviously doesn't believe me and knocks me out again.

I wake up again and I'm in silco's office ( I was not complaining 🙂‍↔️) and he asks me what are my motives ( You know, in his mouth watering voice omfg!😭) and I'm like trying to answer but I'm also taking him in and trying to even smell him if I can atp!! Then I answer the same way, " I have no involvement and I am just a curious citizen. Jinx pipes in saying that I might have been working for the enforcers because I was from the party, and ofc there is no arguing there because only the "established " were allowed.

Silco then calls in sevika to "take me out" so since I have powers I teleport tf out of there but I teleport literally Infront of vi ( idk what the hell she was even going) and she's like really spooked and almost attacks me out of fear. Anyways I explain my situation and she tells me that she's on her way to find her sister, and I'm like guess who I also just ran to huh?. She agrees to free me only if I tell her where jinx is and we made a deal.

She helps me remove my chains, then I do the unthinkable and teleport again( ik ik but since I hadn't scripted any scenarios I didn't want to risk anything 😭) but this time to Viktors office? Idek ( I used to be a student of his)

But yeah, he sees me and asks what I want then I explain what happened to me and that I needed help hiding since going back to my house immediately wasn't really an option then he tells me to deal with it ( I am not even surprised, the Viktor in my reality is a bit... Um colder) , I obviously refuse and I follow him around as he's working on the hextech , I also help him out a bit since he needed some of my lighting powers. I ended up teleporting back home around at night when I found out that Isha had been kidnapped.

~This was day one, I was there for a year, so I can't write everything 😭

~ my reality doesn't follow the series apart from progress day. Vander is also alive in my reality

~ Isha is my little sister and we grew up in Ionia

~I did get to meet almost everyone; Cait was bossy

Echo was pretty chilled but was always angry or agitated

Vander- Literally the nicest person in the universe, we aren't family but I felt like I was family to him😭

Maddie - eh🤷🏽‍♀️ she's bisexual btw and racist

Heirmadinger ( don't know how to spell) - really nice, but was skeptical of me the whole time I was there.

Jayce - Flirty, but nice to talk to, he talks alot so there isn't a time where I was bored.

Jinx - coolest person I know, besides her breakdowns she's REALLY smart and also fun to hang out with. She made me a friendship bracelet omg I miss her😭

Vi - I might moan out loud ngl, but she's cool 😂

Silco - 🫣 won't say much 😂

~Everything and everyone looked exactly the same, even the air in the lanes is DISGUSTING asf it smells even worse than sewage😭.

[sha-brytols]

this has been sitting for like a full week and a half because i was too nervous about posting but fuck it we ball

don't steal from me

Her sheets are a bloody mess. Literally a bloody mess. In a more cheerful mood, Isabela might have made a joke about the benefits of red bedsheets for someone in the habit of getting cut, or burned, or... badly, badly impaled by a Qunari sword. As it is, the thought flashes in her mind, but fails to amuse her.

"If you're going to stay here," Anders grunts through clenched teeth, his face flushed and beading with sweat as he leans over the bed, hands glowing with magic. "At least make yourself useful and help me keep the wound closed. I'm... shit, shit! Esther, stop making it harder, you stubborn—!"

"I got her," Isabela says quickly as she jumps to her feet. Hawke's right hand, which had stubbornly been keeping her insides in, even despite barely clinging to consciousness, has slipped away, and the Champion of Kirkwall—What a joke. Placing such a grand title on a dying woman's shoulders—now seems on the verge of bleeding out right there and then. Isabela catches her hand before it slips from the bed and holds it back over the wound, keeping her own palms pressed over Hawke's as she pushes down. "How's this? Helping?"

"Yes, I— No. Don't press so hard. Just hold her there. This isn't going to be instant."

"Of course it isn't." Nothing involving Esther fucking Hawke is ever instant. It always has to be a long, drawn-out battle; a painful struggle that Isabela wants nothing to do with. She doesn't know why she is even here. A few more hours and she would have been long gone from this wretched hole. Salted air, the taste of brine, freedom calling out to her with every wave off of the distant shore...

Instead, she's here, uselessly holding her friend's cold hand over a wound that Isabela isn't sure can even be fixed—not with a whole the size of a fucking tree stump in her gut. Isabela forces her eyes away from the mess and looks down at their joined hands instead. At Esther's rough and calloused fingers, so different from her own that it's remarkable.

Hawke coughs. The blood that flecks out does not alarm Isabela. It does not horrify her. When she frantically shouts for Anders to help, and when Anders barks at her to shut up, and when Hawke coughs up another lungful of blood, Isabela does not have to pretend her hands are not shaking. There's no use. Anders already knows. Why else would she stay?

Why else would he let her stay, after what she tried to pull?

What she should have pulled, she silently berates herself. What she would have been long gone with by now, had she been half the pirate she's supposed to be. The smart half. The half that only cares about saving her own skin, not the poor fool that would have died trying to protect it. Asshole. She's so selfish. Selfish, and stubborn, and stupid, and—

And suddenly coughing again.

Isabela doesn't think when she lifts her free hand to cradle the back of her friend's head. Her fingers thread through her hair; long black locks that irrationally remind her of the sea at midnight beneath the hull of the first ship she ever captained. She cups her palm around the back of Hawke's skull and gently lifts, pulling her up far enough that the next bloody cough can instead trickle from her lips down to her chin.

"Easy," she murmurs, though she knows Hawke can't hear her. At least, she hopes not. The embarrassment of her coddling being discovered is too much to handle right this moment. "Easy... You've been worse off, remember? We got through the Deep Roads, didn't we? We can get through this. Just..."

Isabela trails off, chewing on her lower lip. Just what?

"Just live, will you? If not for your sake, then for... his." Anders is pointedly ignoring her, his brows knitted in concentration as his hands tremble over the gaping wound. "Just look at him. He's a damned mess. Don't you want to get up and tell him off for being so... so..."

Pathetic. Ridiculous. Over-dramatic and emotional and weak and—

—and so bloody fucking in love with her that he's killing himself to save her life.

A few hours and she would have been gone. A few hours, and none of this would be her problem. Esther's guts spilling over the bed like the intestines of an eviscerated pig? Not her problem. Anders' magic burning him alive from the inside out as him and Justice desperately try to heal what by all rights should already be dead and cold? Not. Her. Problem. She was running, she was free.

It's all her fault.

"I'm sorry," she chokes. Anders' eyes briefly lift to regard her with... something. Pity? Disgust? She can't tell. He's already looking back to Esther before she can parse the expression.

"Don't apologize." Despite everything, his tone is not unkind. Somehow, that makes Isabela feel worse. "Just—"

"Keep her head lifted. I know."

"Not what I was going to say."

She laughs humorlessly. "I know what you were going to say." Blood dribbles from the corner of Esther's lips. Isabela brushes it away with her thumb before it can stain her hair. "You're not nearly as clever as you think you are, sweetheart." The corner of his mouth quirks, but he doesn't comment. Isabela adds, "and I'm not half as heartless as you think I am."

"I don't think that." A pause, and he lifts a hand from Hawke's wound to push his sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead. "I never did."

A snort. "Could have fooled me, the way you're glaring at me every two seconds." The words come easier than they should, falling back on old habits as if she was paying a casual visit at the clinic. Easier to banter and flirt and shoot jabs than to face the fact that the bed is drenched in blood and the room reeks of copper and Hawke still isn't moving.

Anders smiles, just slightly. His lips tremble. "I've hardly had a chance to look your way. But if it makes you feel any better, I will very pointedly and very dramatically glare at you as soon as this is over." The words are light, but he's sweating, and shaking, and fuck, the poor sod looks on the verge of collapse.

She can't help it. "...and if she doesn't make it?"

Anders' magic does not falter, but his expression goes carefully, deliberately neutral, even as the tension around his eyes seem to increase tenfold, and his magic flares bright with renewed purpose. Isabela winces at the sight.

"Right," she exhales. "Shut up, Isabela."

"Generally good advice."

Her answering smile is no less forced.

"She's stable."

The breathless declaration nearly goes over her head. Isabela's eyes snap from Esther's pallid face, meeting the mage's exhausted stare as his hands tremble in midair, no longer glowing. "Stable... good?"

"Yes." He drops his hands and sways. His face is pale, expression drawn and pinched and— "Catch me."

"Whoa— Hey!" Isabela manages to get ahold of his arms just as he pitches forward, narrowly avoiding crashing directly onto Esther's freshly-healed abdomen. His knees buckle as she struggles to hold his weight, but he's quick to find his footing. After a moment, he steadies himself. His breath comes out in sharp, pained pants, and when he opens his eyes again, the look of exhaustion in them is even more prominent than it had been just moments before. "Easy does it," she coaxes as she helps ease him down beside the bed.

Anders collapses into a sitting position, his hands splayed against the floor as his head tips forward, chin to chest. "That... took more out of me than I thought it would," he rasps. He lifts a hand in the air, gesturing vaguely towards the other side of the bed. "Potions... Drawer... Beside the..."

But Isabela is already crossing to the bedside table. She knows Esther's bedroom well enough to locate anything she needed with her eyes closed, including the drawer full of potions. A habit picked up from the army, the warrior explained, naked and out of breath while Isabela took it upon herself to rifle through every drawer and cabinet she could find. The king did not exactly have many mages following him to the front lines. If someone was hurt on the field, you needed to have everything in a familiar place, easy to reach.

She's never been more grateful for Esther's stupid Fereldan quirks.

Yanking the drawer open, Isabela finds that the warrior's supply had somehow tripled since she last snooped through her things. Considering her current housemate, it figures. She banishes the thought and pulls out two glass vials, both corked and sealed. They clink together as she steps over Anders' legs, nudging his shoulder with the toe of her boot as she crouches down beside him.

"Which one?"

He lifts his gaze, eyes bloodshot and unfocused. Anders blinks slowly at her and the potions, and she huffs, emphatically shaking the bottles in front of him. "Red or blue?"

Anders just squints.

"Oh for the love of... Am I going to have to force feed it to you?"

At least he isn't too exhausted to roll his eyes at her. "Red," Anders grunts. Then frowns. "Blue... No. Red. No—"

"Are we playing eenie-meenie now? Pick a bloody color."

Anders huffs and holds out his hand. "Just give me both."

That, she can do. The corks squeak as they pop from the glass, and the mage's hands are trembling so badly that Isabela has to hold her hands over his while he tips the vials back, lips pressed against the rim of each glass as she holds them for him. It makes her feel a little ridiculous. Like a nursemaid, or the handmaiden of a sick Orlesian lord. But the sight of the tension finally melting from his body makes it difficult to regret.

"You look like shit," she comments, watching as Anders shuts his eyes with a weary exhale. He snorts.

"Thank you." He doesn't open his eyes. "Never... healed something that severe before." His words come out slow and labored. "Maybe... a bit ambitious..."

"You're an idiot," she snaps, the concern in the pirate's tone robbing her words of any bite. "And here I thought she was the reckless one! Why didn't you say you weren't able to do this?"

Finally, he opens his eyes. Exhaustion, desperation, and a deep, profound sense of relief all swirl in the warm, honeyed brown of his eyes. "I couldn't lose her," Anders murmurs, and Isabela's expression instantly goes soft. "Not like this."

"Selfish fool."

His mouth twists into a tired smile. "You sound like Justice."

"Ugh. That's a low blow." Isabela slumps down to sit beside him on the stone, a loud, dramatic sigh on her lips as she leans into him. She half-expects Anders to stiffen, or shove her off, or say something about Hawke and how he can't. Instead, he leans into her in turn, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they press together. The warmth is nice.

It's also the only warmth in the room. Esther still looks like a corpse awaiting the funeral pyre.

Isabela frowns, reaching for the sheet covering the mattress and pulling it higher up. Anders assists, helping to tug the blanket over Esther's bare chest and shoulders until it comfortably covers all the way up to the base of her neck. There. Isabela sighs.

"So... She's alright?" Maker, she hates how her voice cracks. Isabela grimaces and tries again. "She'll live?"

"Yes." The certainty in Anders' tone leaves no room for doubt or argument. Isabela's entire body slackens with relief, sagging further against the man's side.

"She owes us a round at the Hanged Man for this."

"She owes you nothing. If not for her, you would be hanging by your neck in a Qunari prison." He sounds more weary than angry. Tired, but not without conviction. "She saved your life."

Isabela stays silent. The unasked question is clear.

Why did you come back?

"You're right," she finally mutters, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze as Anders turns his head to look at her. She can practically hear his brow lifting, though she can't bring herself to look. "She did save me. She risked her damned neck just for my sake. She always does, and... shit." Isabela runs her fingers through her hair and pulls it in frustration. "What was I supposed to do? Say thank you? No thank you? How do I... Where do you draw the line between taking someone like that for granted and..."

Anders huffs out what might be a laugh. "And loving them?" he supplies. The words make Isabela flinch.

"No. Don't be ridiculous." His stare does not waver, and her fingers twitch anxiously in her lap. "I don't..."

"It's alright." Anders pats her knee with his free hand. It lingers for a moment, then falls away. "I love her too."

Isabela snorts. "Really? I never would have guessed. Not even once."

His smile grows, even as his eyes droop closed once again. "Esther is... a hard woman not to fall for. I don't blame you."

"Are you kidding me? She's a hard woman to even like." She shifts again, though she isn't certain why. Her leg feels warm where it rested on his knee, though she refuses to dwell on it. "She's stubborn. And bossy."

"Very bossy," Anders agrees.

"And a busybody," Isabela continues, counting off Esther Hawke's many faults on her fingers. "And self-righteous. And rude. And overbearing. And—"

"A good person," he says quietly. "One of the best. Better than you and me, that's for sure."

"That's a low bar to clear."

"It is." Anders' voice sounds impossibly fond. "And yet, here we are."

Isabela swallows, her eyes drifting from Anders to the woman lying in the bed above them. Alive and stable. Thanks in no small part to the abomination that refused to let her go. No thanks at all to the cowardly chickenshit that was just a breath away from freedom just hours ago.

"...here we are," Isabela echoes.

[zepskies]

Oooh I've been hearing so much about this and I'm so excited to dive into another Beau series, let alone more omegaverse from you!! 😍😍

And oh God, you're really dropping us right into the action with this opener. Running away from a psycho killer??

A predator hunting it’s prey knowing it was now or never.

Maybe it was from the pain, the fear, whatever drug that fucker in the park had stabbed in your neck. Your stomach cramped and you winced at the flush wave of warmth that rippled. Fuck, your heat was three months early on top of it? This was not an adrenaline rush. Something was severely wrong.

She was drugged, her heat's come early, and she's being surrounded by what seems like a bunch of feral-like alphas? I'm starting to desperately look for Beau now. 😬😬😬

And they're a gang trafficking omegas? Dear lord, she really stepped in it today!! 🫣

“I need an ambulance at 947 Main Street. Female omega going into some kind of exacerbated heat. Looks to have other injuries,” said a strong voice, a handsome face and green eyes to match appearing above you. Your body tensed when you smelled him. All Alpha, so fucking delicious but so…White hot pain exploded behind your eyes as his scent consumed you, the man cursing into a cellphone. “Yes, that’s her screaming. It’s the heat. What could…”

Awwww hell yeah, there he is!! 😏

Two fingers grazed over your bonding gland, the man looking at you with serious eyes as you gripped his wrist.

Something tells me this is the moment they both realize they're meant to be mates. 🤭 What a fun and romantic "meet cute"! 😂

It grew and grew as the strange man wrapped his arms around you, letting you squeeze his body in a death grip. “Shh, breathe. Try to breathe through it for me. That’s it. Just breathe. I got you.”

Oooh my God, I'm so scared for her! What did he just inject into her?? Hopefully something to counteract whatever trailer park guy did. 😭

I sighed, giving her a simple nod. “Autopsy on previous vics shows off the charts levels of heat inducers and heat markers in the bloodstream. We got some big wig doctor at the university hospital to look at the data. Cassie, he keeps them in a never ending heat for anywhere from two to three weeks until their hearts literally stop from the exertion.”

Holy shit, this is horrible. I'm so glad Beau saved her before she was caught 😭

“I’m not leaving.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, Emily straightening her own back in response. “Don’t pull your Alpha crap. I. Am. Staying.”

lol it's like she wants to get herself in trouble. I get that she doesn't want to let fear rule her, but maybe she should listen to her dad when there's a literal serial killer on the loose. 😂 But I love the dynamic of stubborn daughter and equally stubborn/protective Alpha father Beau. And I'm honestly relieved that she ultimately agreed to go to Seattle for a couple of days. 😅

“No!” Her scent flashed with fear she couldn’t hide, eyes darting back and forth between you and your stubborn Alpha. “We’re going to leave her here, in that chair, and that’s it. Okay? Ma’am, I’m sorry for him. He’s in a bad mood because I was attacked and he doesn’t let shit like that go.”

omg this is a huge twist!! When she says her alpha, is she already mated to this guy? 😲

However, love that she told him to back off of Jenny. She really is just trying to do her job. ❤️

You frowned, looking at your lap. “Okay. Is that man your Alpha?” You shook your head. “Boyfriend?” You couldn’t hide your snort, Beau humming. “He was putting out some major signals in his scent.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, staring out the window.

Ah ok, my rom-com heart is relieved lolol. But another great twist! Finally Beau (and us readers) is gonna get the story here with these two. What an exciting, action-packed opener! Rich with so many worldbuilding details, omegaverse science, a serial killer on the loose, and a mysterious reader. Consider me freakin' hooked, Michelle!!

Primal (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is out for a simple run in the streets of Helena, Montana when she's attacked. After making her escape, she runs into Sheriff Beau Arlen who knows she's his first lead on catching a killer. But there's something more to her than meets the eye...

Primal Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, drugging, serial killers, death, kidnapping, mention of human trafficking

A/N: Here we go! I'm so excited to finally be sharing this one with you guys! It's got action, drama, romance, familial relationships all tucked under the pretty bow of ABO! This series follows the events of Big Sky season 3. This series is told in split POV between multiple characters.

Reader POV

Run. Keep running. You breathed hard as you sprinted through the park gates and down the sidewalk. You wanted to desperately look back but you weren’t about to be that idiot that tripped and fell that you’d make fun of during a horror movie.

Oh god, the sympathy you now had for those poor people. Running away from a psychopath was harder than it looked. Clichés were clichés for a reason, right? 

The air in your lungs burned as you kept running, searching for anyone that could help. But of fucking course the construction on Main meant a detour that had made the far side of town far, far quieter than it should have been. Footsteps still pounded pavement behind you. Loud. Threatening.

A predator hunting it’s prey knowing it was now or never.

Summoning the last bit of adrenaline in your wrecked body, you ran full speed where a ditch lay in the dug up road, a wide one exposing sewage lines and bundles of cables all underneath the thick asphalt above. 

You kicked off with one foot in the air, pushing yourself off the edge and propelling yourself forward to the other side. Hot pain hit your shin as it scraped broken road but you rolled away to solid ground, staring back at your pursuer as they came to a skidded halt on the other side of the ditch.

Part of you wanted to gloat that you’d made the jump and he was too chicken shit to even try. But another part very quickly understood why he’d hesitated, why he was turning tail and running back towards the park.

You’d jumped right in front of the infamous faded green building with a piss yellow name stamped over the doorway. Stormy’s Bar. 

You hadn’t been in town long but you knew this was not good. Very, very not good. Quickly, there were about six different Alpha’s coming outside, their noses twitching as they caught your scent.

You scrambled to your feet, body fiercely cold and drenched in sweat all at once. Maybe it was from the pain, the fear, whatever drug that fucker in the park had stabbed in your neck. Your stomach cramped and you winced at the flush wave of warmth that rippled. Fuck, your heat was three months early on top of it? This was not an adrenaline rush. Something was severely wrong.

Standing there for a beat you caught your breath as the cramp passed, skin prickling as the group of Alpha’s approached like you might run off if they startled you. Shit, shit, shit.

“Smells ripe,” mumbled one, your eyes drifting to his neck and spotting a tattoo that made you physically recoil. Omega Tamer. More like gang member that was less than ten seconds away from taking what he wanted.

First some crazy man grabs you and stabs you with a syringe, than you run into a gang known for trafficking omegas? Whoever said running was good for your health was so full of shit.

You didn’t wait around for them to make a move and ran down the street, jumping over a temporary construction barricade and another, leaving them behind. You could hear them follow but it went quiet when you finally saw foot traffic appear on the sidewalk again. The Alpha’s scent dissipated as you got further away and you fought off another wave of intense heat in your core. All you could focus on was some guy fifty feet ahead carrying a pizza walking over to a red truck.

His head whipped in your direction before you could even reach him, a cramp hitting you, sending you to the ground. A door opened nearby, someone stepping out from a bar. By the scent it was another Alpha. Great. A strange Alpha. Just what you needed mid-heat laying on the sidewalk.

“I need an ambulance at 947 Main Street. Female omega going into some kind of exacerbated heat. Looks to have other injuries,” said a strong voice, a handsome face and green eyes to match appearing above you. Your body tensed when you smelled him. All Alpha, so fucking delicious but so…White hot pain exploded behind your eyes as his scent consumed you, the man cursing into a cellphone. “Yes, that’s her screaming. It’s the heat. What could…”

Two fingers grazed over your bonding gland, the man looking at you with serious eyes as you gripped his wrist.

“Send me every available officer we have now. Hunter is in the area. North end of Main. I repeat, Hunter is in the area.” He grabbed your cheeks, getting right in your face, watching you choke on air you couldn’t get in your lungs. “I will be right back, sweetie. I’m not leaving you, understand? I need to get something to help.”

Your body shuddered when he left, the sky above you turning dusky, the faintest of pinks swirling in the deep blue sky. God, was this how you were going to die? Body on fire as you watched a brilliant sunset high above? Suddenly, his face was there again, a scared smile on his face, his scent triggering your heat further but tethering you back to earth for a split second.

“Be brave for me because this is going to hurt like hell.” You nodded once before a syringe hit your bonding gland for the second time tonight, his thumb pressed down on the plunger.

He was right. For a blistering a moment, all you knew was burning. Burning in your veins, fire in your guts, acid in your bones.

It grew and grew as the strange man wrapped his arms around you, letting you squeeze his body in a death grip. “Shh, breathe. Try to breathe through it for me. That’s it. Just breathe. I got you.”

In a blink, the fire consumed you and everything went cold.

Beau’s POV

“Good girl,” I murmured when she finally went lax in my arms, her broken body so hot to the touch. I gently rested her on the cooling sidewalk, grateful any warmth from the sun was long gone. I heard two different sets of sirens in the distance as the man from the entrance to the bar along with a few others gathered around. I snapped my fingers at a tall, if somewhat skinny, young Alpha that looked barely old enough to drink. “You. Go in the bar and ask if there’s a doctor. Now.”

The kid took off, the small crowd growing larger, a distinct correlation being made with the omegas and Alphas over twenty five versus the young bucks. 

“Any Alpha that’s been through rut before, get your ass back in that bar. Omegas, I highly suggest you go home.”

“What bout the rest of us?” asked a guy that smelled like Beta as I removed my jacket and tucked it under the head of the out cold omega on the ground.

“Damn, she’s in heat,” said a younger Alpha, his scent shifting so swiftly a group of omegas all went wide eyed. He took an instinctive step forward before one of the Beta’s grabbed his arm.

“Betas, you get the pups the fuck out of here before they all go into their first rut and escort the omegas to their vehicles. Now everybody clear out.” I knew my scent was wildly dangerous, a dark edge in my voice that had them all compiling, even to the Alphas that had decades on me.

“Jesus fuck,” said Jenny, pushing her way past the departing crowd, putting her arm over her nose. She stared at me and then the omega on the ground. “Arlen. Get away from her.”

I glared back, showing my teeth to her displeasure. “I’m fine, Hoyt.”

“I can smell her heat from three blocks away. You’re going to go into rut-”

“Hoyt! If I was going to go into rut, I would have done it when she smelled…” I trailed off, putting my hand to the flush omega’s forehead. “Her scent was worse before. I gave her a shot of Blaze.”

“Good thing for her you have a teenage omega.” Yeah, and thank God I’d picked up her prescription before grabbing pizza or this poor omega would be a dead woman walking. Jenny looked around before crouching near the woman’s head, putting her hand to the back of her cheek. I turned her neck gently, showing the red splotchy mark on the omegas neck.

We shared a look, Jenny’s gaze suddenly darting all around the street. I stared down at the omega breathing rapidly, eyes moving behind closed lids. 

“Stay with her. Where she goes, you go. I’m going after Hunter,” I said.

“Wait for backup,” she said as I stood, already turning towards the direction she ran from. I pointed at a patrol car that pulled up, jogging over to it. “Beau! Wait-”

“You watch her, I’ll…” My vision swam as I stared at my palm that was turning red. I tried to shake it away, blame it on being so close to an incredibly in heat omega. But I’d been around plenty of omegas before and never felt my body get hot like this, like…

“Beau!” Jenny rushed over when I lost my balance and fell down onto my side on the sidewalk. I watched two officers rush over to the omega, Jenny whipping her head around. “Do not touch her neck without gloves! She’s got heat inducer on her skin.”

“Jenny,” I said, tugging at my buttoned shirt, ripping it open, desperate to get to some cool air. “Fuck, I’m boiling. Jesus fuck. It’s so hot.”

“Sorry boss.” I barely flicked my eyes upwards in time to see an EMT standing over me with a syringe filled with blue liquid. 

“No, no I don’t need…” I couldn’t fight the wave of sedation that overwhelmed me, eyes fluttering closed before I could get out another word.

“Hey big guy.” I groaned, coming to on the sidewalk and noticing a hell of a lot more officers around. I pushed away the hand that reached for me and glanced at my watch. Huh. It’d only been five minutes but the omega was already gone, along with Jenny’s scent.

“What the hell are you doing here, Cassie?” I grumbled, sitting up and pouting. “Where the hell is my shirt?”

“You sort of tore it off, sheriff,” said an EMT from next to me. “The Rutcan did it’s job.”

“I wasn’t in fucking rut,” I snapped, too many voices going quiet around me. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. “I’m forty three years old. Believe me. I’ve been having ruts for nearly twenty years. I know what they feel like and that…that wasn’t a rut.”

“Heat inducer in it’s rawest form has been known to have side effects on Alphas that can mimic…” The EMT shut his mouth as I glared. “You should probably go to the hospital just to be safe.”

“Pop,” I said, getting to my feet reluctantly with Cassie’s help. He appeared from near a SUV with a Helena PD t-shirt in hand. “This is why you’re my favorite employee.”

“I don’t think you can openly have favorites,” said Cassie, raising her brow. I frowned. 

“Blame it on the Rutcan,” I said, shoving the shirt on, looking around for my jacket. Screw it. It was probably at the hospital. “Cassie, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here but you need to go home. Now.”

“Uh, there’s only a million cop cars on the street. Jenny texted, said you needed help so of course I came.” I sighed, nodding as I checked my pockets, grateful all my gear was still there. “So what’s going on to make downtown look like the end of Die Hard?”

“Pop, status?” I asked, ignoring her. He shook his head, wincing when I didn’t bother to hide my curse. “What, he slipped out of the net?”

“Looks like from what we can tell is the omega got away from Hunter somehow further up the street.” My gaze drifted down the sidewalk to the last block where Stormy’s Bar sat beyond the construction area. “Think she came from there?”

“Those scumbags are twisted motherfuckers but they aren’t stupid enough to shit where they eat. It wasn’t them.” I ran a hand through my hair, putting my hands on my hips, both of them looking where I was. “She was in workout clothes and sneakers, had a smart watch on. My gut says she was running over at the park or near there and ran into Hunter in there.”

I spun around, both of them looking at each other. Cassie crossed her arms, biting her bottom lip. “Okay, putting aside the fact I still don’t know what is happening, why the hell would she be running in Cartridge Park? I thought it was permanently closed. The gates have been locked for months since that body was found…oh please don’t tell me what I think is happening is happening.”

“That we have a serial killer lose in Helena? Fine, I won’t tell you,” I said. Cassie smacked my arm. Hard. Pop pretended to take a call, leaving me along to rub my arm. “Cassie, I couldn’t tell you.”

“I’m one of your best friends! And I-”

“You were not in danger, neither was Noah,” I cut her off, her anger fading a sliver. “He only goes after female Omegas.”

“I thought that omega had a heart attack,” she dead panned. 

“...Not a natural one,” I mumbled, pulling her around the side of brick building to the side street, Cassie’s face hard. “Cassie, I cannot have a public panic. You know that. Swear you keep this quiet.”

“Fine. But you’re telling me everything starting with how many victims have there been so far.” 

“Seven.” She tilted her head like she heard me wrong. God, I wish I was. “He has a type. Female omega. Age range is pretty big. Youngest was twenty two, oldest forty seven. Single. Recently moved to town. He started with the older ones first so we didn’t even realize until two vics ago that these weren’t heart attacks in seemingly healthy women. We think he got annoyed with us and made it obvious.”

“Okay but that woman they just took to the hospital, she was in heat.” I breathed deeply, rubbing my temple. “Heat inducers can cause a heart attack?”

“No, they can’t.” I crossed my arms, tilting my head back to stare at the darkening sky above. Here I thought I’d be halfway through a slice of meat lovers pizza and watching Love Is Blind with Em right now. “Basic sex ed. An omega’s heat passes either naturally with time or by mating. Heat inducers help omegas with hormone issues stay on a regular schedule, right?”

Cassie leaned back against the brick wall, her eyes closing in realization. “He gives them the heat inducer to force a heat to slow them down and grab them. Then he keeps giving it to them.”

I sighed, giving her a simple nod. “Autopsy on previous vics shows off the charts levels of heat inducers and heat markers in the bloodstream. We got some big wig doctor at the university hospital to look at the data. Cassie, he keeps them in a never ending heat for anywhere from two to three weeks until their hearts literally stop from the exertion.”

“He doesn’t need to restrain them,” she said, my head nodding. “The heat turns their own bodies into prisons.”

“And he watches them suffer. For fun. He put a note on the last girl telling us so. That is who we are chasing and that omega at the hospital is the first real lead we have.” She glanced down the quieter street, making a face.

“Does Emily know?” I pursed my lips, looking away and beyond at the darkening mountains beyond. If we didn’t catch Hunter and soon, he could easily slip away into the forest or hills. Damn it, I should have pout on gloves before I touched that omega’s neck. I knew about the heat inducer. Stupid, stupid. If someone else got hurt- “Beau. Does she know?”

“She’s not even capable of getting a heat for at least a few more years.” Cassie eyed me up and down, looking right through me. “...She’s known for a few months.”

Cassie gritted her teeth, breathing deeply to calm down. “Do you think she’s in danger?” I scoffed.

“After all the shit that happened last year, fuck yes I think she’s in danger. Constantly. But I can’t get her to go down to her mother’s. She’s a stubborn as hell seventeen year old.”

“Is an officer keeping tabs on her?” 

“Who’s the cop here, Cassie? There’s always one within fifty feet of her which has earned me a whole lot of brownie points.” I tilted my head, Cassie sighing. “You really think she’s a target?”

“I was headed down to Seattle to visit my sister next week…I could do that early, take Em with us if you want. Give you some peace of mind.”

“I don’t want to go to Seattle.” My head whipped around fast, eyes wide when I saw Emily approaching with a very remorseful looking Officer Jergens. I started for him, Emily cutting me off. “You said all hands on deck and I told him you’d fire him if you didn’t show up. Whoops.”

“You and I are going to talk,” I said to the officer, his head nodding quickly. My gaze turned on Emily, her eyes narrowed. “And you? You’re getting out of town until this situation is resolved. End of story.”

“I’m not even able to have a heat for a few more years. I don’t fit the victim profile at all.”

“You’re the Sheriff’s daughter though,” said Cassie before I could respond. Emily frowned, Cassie taking a few steps towards her. “This guy is bad news, Em. It doesn’t matter if you’re presented fully or not. He might not care about that or he might try to use you to get to your dad.”

“I’m not leaving.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, Emily straightening her own back in response. “Don’t pull your Alpha crap. I. Am. Staying.”

“Would you back me up?” I said, Cassie shrugging. “Cassandra. You’re a parent. Talk to her.”

“Emily, I’m booking Noah and me a flight for the morning. You are more than welcome to come to Seattle with us. Beau…maybe she wants to stay because something bad happened to her last year and she wants to face it this time, not let it rule her life…or yours.” 

“Some friend you are,” I grumbled, crossing my arms, Emily doing the same. I stared her down, Emily giving it right back. Damn stubborn child. “Emily-”

“Two days. Then I’m flying home. Got it?” she said. I exhaled slowly, her face softening at the relaxation in mine. “Be fucking careful, dad.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her temple. “Now Officer Jergens is going to take you out wherever you want for dinner and then take you home to pack.” I gave him my attention, Jergens swallowing thickly. “Anything happens to her, they won’t be able to find pieces of you. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” he said, Cassie giving me a smile. 

“Come on, Em. As long as Jergens is paying, lets go grab Noah and go all out,” she said. My officer sighed, getting them both out of there as my phone rang.

“Arlen,” I answered.

“Sheriff, this is Dr. Olson at County Memorial. We were asked to give you an update on the omega that came in.”

“Yes, you’re that specialist we’ve been working with,” I said, heading back up the sidewalk where my officers were scattered all over the street, some talking to people, others doing a gride search. “Is she still alive?”

“Yes, the Blaze you gave her slowed the heat inducer. She had a very atypical reaction to the inducer. We can’t be positive until we get results back but we belive your Hunter suspect has increased the dosage which causes additional strain on the omega. We gave her a high dose of heat stopper in the ER which pulled her out of it. She was being moved to a room to rest but…” I could hear him move around, footfalls against linoleum. “We can’t seem to find her.”

“Excuse me?” I shook my head. “I sent a detective with her. Jenny Hoyt. Blonde, always wears a leather jacket-”

“We can’t find her either.” 

“Lock that hospital down now,” I said, snapping my fingers at Pop and a trio of officers he was talking to. “County Memorial. The victim and Hoyt are missing.”

Reader POV

You woke up with a headache and the taste of cinnamon in your mouth. You sat up from the stretcher you laid on, spitting onto the linoleum floor. 

“Fucking Blaze,” you grumbled, holding a hand to your head as you looked around. You jumped as you realized the room you were in, eyes wide as the door opened. “The morgue? Really?”

“I improvised.” You spotted a familiar face, relaxing slightly. He turned his head the same direction as you when you heard a grunt. Your eyes landed on a blonde woman taped to an office chair in the corner, a sticky piece of medical tape over her mouth. She looked between the two of you, her eyebrows raising. “Can you walk?”

“I don’t know,” you said, swinging your legs off the table. You touched the ground, legs wobbling hard before you started to go down. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, helping you back up on the stretcher. “Do you know what they gave me?”

“Some kind of heat stopper I’m guessing,” he said, going into a room off to the side, returning with two pairs of new blue scrubs. “Change.”

He stripped down to his boxer briefs and had his pants up by the time you managed to reach behind and pull off the tie on the back of your gown. 

“You didn’t happen to find a bra back there, did you?” you joked as he went to your back, pulling away the gown from behind. He dropped a bra in your lap, catching your smile over your shoulder. “Always the boy scout.”

You got your arms through the loops, his large fingers attaching the clasp in the back before he helped to tug your scrub shirt. 

“What are you going to do with her?” you asked. He came around to your front and knelt down, pulling up your pants and shoving a pair of cheap sneakers on your feet. His gaze darkened as he looked past you. You touched a hand to his cheek, a waft of angry hormones coming off him. “She’s just doing her job.”

“She’ll know our faces,” he said, standing again, putting his own tee on. He reached under the stretcher and pulled out a backpack, releasing a gun and holster from the front pocket. He tucked it in his waistband before tossing it on the stretcher. “You. Alpha girl.”

You watched him go to her, lean down in her angry face with a lifted chin.

“Listen very carefully. I did not hurt her tonight. End of story,” he said, pointing back at you. “I will die before I let something happen to her and I’m going to beat myself up over what happened this evening for a very long time so I can guarantee that doesn’t happen again. Go hunt down who did this to her and I will keep her safe. If you come looking for us, you jeopardize her. I will kill anyone who does that. Am I clear?”

The blonde woman’s gaze travelled over to you, eyes snapping back when he grabbed her chin.

“Do not come after us.” You rolled your eyes, shifting on the stretcher, rubbing out your thigh and hoping to get some feeling back in it.

“Don’t be a dickhead. Let go of her. Now.” He grumbled but listened, her eyes softening when you gave her a half-there smile. “I promise he’s not holding me against my will. It’s complicated is all.”

He turned around, putting his hands on his hips. “You think that’s going to make her think I’m not the guy who attacked you?”

“Oh, she already knows that. Anyone could smell your protective Alpha shit all over this room. All she’s trying to do is figure out what’s going on so like I said, back off of the police officer.” He breathed hard, closing his eyes like he often did when you frustrated him. 

“Fine. We’ll toss her in a morgue drawer.”

“No!” Her scent flashed with fear she couldn’t hide, eyes darting back and forth between you and your stubborn Alpha. “We’re going to leave her here, in that chair, and that’s it. Okay? Ma’am, I’m sorry for him. He’s in a bad mood because I was attacked and he doesn’t let shit like that go.”

“Don’t apologize for me,” he said, pushing you to lie back on the stretcher. 

“Don’t be a dick and I won’t have to.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed a sheet from a nearby table. “You really think you can roll me out of here?”

“I think you let me figure that out. Now be quiet and don’t move.” He tossed the sheet over top of you and tucked the backpack between your legs, the stretcher moving somewhere. You tried to stay calm, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Sh,” he murmured, reaching over top of the sheet and squeezing your hand for a fleeting moment. “Ninety seconds and we’ll be in the car nice and safe. Just breathe nice and slow for me.”

You didn’t answer as he turned down a corner, a tiny flash of annoyance in his scent you recognized instantly. Crap.

“Sir, the hospital’s in lockdown,” said a new voice. You caught two new scents. Double crap. 

“Shit man, can’t I just get this body outside? The funeral home should be here any minute to pick it up. My boss’ll kill me if I fuck up and make them wait again,” said the Alpha, his grip on the stretcher tightening. 

“Sorry sir but no exceptions.” You swallowed, feeling a hand tug the end of the stretcher near your feet. “We’d be more than happy to turn over the body to the funeral home for you.”

“Nah man, I can’t do that. No offense but I can’t let a body go unattended. Appreciate it though,” he said. You felt him try to tug you backwards, the hand on the other end of the cart tugging it back. 

“What’s the rush? I’m sure this’ll clear up in a minute.”

“You want to leave a dead body in a seventy degree hallway? Man, my boss would really kill me then,” he chuckled, the tension in the air rising. “I got to get it back to cold storage.”

“Lift up the sheet.” Two seconds later you were on the ground, the stretcher tipped over by who you didn’t know. You blinked, a strong arm around your waist, yours instinctively finding the backpack and bringing it to your chest. You could see they were hospital security guards, one with their hands raised, the other with his hand on his holster.

“Don’t do it,” you said to the guard, seeing an arm outstretched, glock in hand in your periphery. 

“I’d listen to her,” said the Alpha holding you up. The guard debated before holding his hands up.

“The cops are already on their way,” said the guard as they both got on the ground.

“No shit,” said the Alpha, dragging you with him and out the door. Your legs were still weak but you could stumble along with his help. 

“I ever tell you how good you are at making friends?” you said when the door outside shut behind you. He scoffed, finding a piece of plastic from some kind of tray on the ground and shoving it under the door, jamming it, at least for long enough to get away.

“I’m amazing at making friends,” he said, bending and scooping you up bridal style. “I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

“I got to keep you on your toes,” you said. He jogged as fast as he could with you for the parking lot, cursing when two black and whites sped through the lot entrance in the distance. “Company.”

“I see them.” You both froze when a gunshot rang out from nearby. 

“Put her on the ground.” You leaned your head back, wide eyed when you recognized the Alpha from the sidewalk.

“You’re the guy that gave me Blaze on the street.” Your eyes drifted lower, spotting the badge on his hip. Your gaze travelled back up, his gun aimed at the Alpha carrying you. Your eyes met the Alpha’s green ones, a reassurance to them. “Thank you for everything but you need to let us leave.”

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” said the cop. You looked away and up at the Alpha that held you as you were set down. 

“What the hell-” you mumbled, his arms holding you upright.

“Make a run for the car. It’s one row back on the left. I’ll hold him off. You know what to do,” he whispered against your ear. “Now.”

You didn’t even make it a step when you fell forward without his support. He reached for you instinctively, the cop taking advantage and tackling him straight to the ground. The glock went scattering from the Alpha’s waistband on the pavement as all three of you went down.

You flinched when the cop punched him square in the jaw, the two wrestling as you slowly tried to inch yourself towards the black sedan in the distance.

But it was too late. More cop cars flooded the lot, there were at least three hospital guards surrounding the two men fighting on the ground and you backed straight into an officer’s legs.

“You’re okay, ma’am. You’re okay,” he said as you locked eyes with your friend as he got cold clocked in the face. The cop rolled away and there were multiple guns aimed at the Alpha on the ground breathing hard. “He won’t hurt you.”

“Stop!” you shouted as someone kicked him in the ribs, rolling him to put him in cuffs. You wracked your brain, squeezing your eyes. “Beau! Beau Arlen, right?”

“Yes,” said the green eyed Alpha, voice gentle as he came over to you, kneeling down. “I’m surprised you remember. It’s all going to be alright now. He can’t hurt you. He is going far away-”

“The fuck he is,” snarled an angry voice. You swallowed when the blonde cop, Jenny Hoyt you’d thought her name was, stormed over with tape stuck to the sleeves of her jacket. She leered down at you, venom in her eyes. “Neither is she. She’s fucking working with that guy.”

“You’re wrong. She’s clearly…” trailed off Beau when you looked away. His heated gaze didn’t leave your skin, his gaze drifting over to the cuffed Alpha, surely catching the look of concern you shared. “Did that man over there attack you tonight?”

“No,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “No, whoever that was is still out there.”

Beau looked you up and down again when you managed to face him, biting his bottom lip. “I want these two brought into the station for questioning. Hoyt, Pop, go back to the manhunt. Ellis, Berks. Take him to interrogation A. Discretely. I’ll follow with her. I need to have a word alone with our new friend here first.”

You swallowed as he came around behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other taking your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He walked you away from the commotion slowly, letting you take your time on your shaky legs. Everything in your head said you had to get away from him but something about his scent had you trusting him. Maybe if you played along, you could get the Alpha out of police custody before they realized what had happened.

“So,” said Beau two seconds after sliding in behind the wheel of his truck. You reluctantly sat in the passenger one, swallowing as you watched the other cars leave the lot. “Let’s start with the basics. What’s your name?”

You frowned, looking at your lap. “Okay. Is that man your Alpha?”

You shook your head.

“Boyfriend?” You couldn’t hide your snort, Beau humming.

“He was putting out some major signals in his scent.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, staring out the window.

“Either you tell me what the hell is going on or I’m going to have to charge him with kidnapping, assault on an officer-”

“Then charge him. Now as far as I see, I’m the victim. You can’t know that I wasn’t playing along with him back in that morgue just to survive. So charge me or let me go.” Beau licked his lips, smirking. “What?”

“That being held against your will doesn’t really work when you were on your own earlier tonight and your man was so adamant about not being your attacker. I saw it in the way we fought. He wasn’t concerned about winning. He was buying time for you. So. Let’s try this again. Tell me your name.”

“And what do I get if I do?” He scoffed. “I’ll make you a deal. You don’t put my guy in the system and we’ll tell you everything. Only you.”

“You got a deal.”

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A/N: Part 2 is coming 5/18!

[madamechrissy]

chrissy...baby....WHAT DID U DO TO ME 🫵

now, I rarely read nanami fics okay?? BUT WHAT YOU JUST POSTED?? AND HIM IN THE LAST CHAPTER???

Oh I'm SICK.

how dare you make me root for him over gojo somehow 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm about to be a FREAK in your inbox. I need him and reader together BIBLICALLY OKAY. need him to handcuff and fuck her in front of the camera and send a copy straight to gojo. HIS INNER MONOLOGUE IS SO UNFAIRLY HOT I CANNOTTTTTTTT like okay tie us up asap sir I'm begging 😭😭😭😭😭😭

you are literally about to derail my ENTIRE week bc what the hell am I supposed to do with this new thought about him now 🧍‍♀️

omggg have I turned you to the Nanami side 🤭🤭👀👀 this is peak I swear hehe!!! Onggg I rly wanna write Nanami x reader x Satoru but now you got me thinking of a whole fkn au where OF Nanami bangs reader on cam 😭😭😭 that would be fkn diabolical I'm dyinggg!!!

I need to to soooo do something hehe my brain is going insane now with ittt 😭💖💕 ahhh you liking him over satoru makes me freak outttt new Indie kink unlocked 😌😂💖 I got you babyyy 🫶🫶🫶

[rei-ismyname]

I meant to write this up earlier, got distracted.

I was meaning to ask you how you feel about the 05, if that you think they’re a compelling dynamic as a team post their original run(Post X Factor too even). One of the fascinating facts about X-men, to me, is how they nearly got the same fate as the inhumans circa the early 70s, relegated to a back forgotten corner of the universe had not claremont, cockrum and byrne stepped in.

It’s amazing to me how certainly the All New Cast replaces the 05 as the definitive X-men team in a pop culture consensus. We rarely see them all together anymore, even when X-men makes the conscious effort to go “back to basics,” like with the current X-men FTA runs.

I admit, I don’t get the same immediate understanding of the 05’s group dynamic when I read their original run, comparatively to other Lee Kirby creations of the era, with this feeling easing up by my reading of X-factor. They can feel less warm at times, and maybe that’s by design for that group specifically, I didn’t feel the same about the All New group during claremont’s run, regardless of how much bickering there was. Maybe it’s just writing of the time. Sorry if this is a ramble, I like picking your brain for x-men takes

Interesting question with a not so simple answer. Actually, that's not true. I could just say that the original run is 💩 and leave it at that, haha, but we both know I'm not going to. Generally though, I'm pretty confident in saying that if the 1963 run was the only X-Men that existed, I wouldn't care about it. It's likely I wouldn't even know about it. There's gold there (like Magneto), but you have to sift through a lot of chaff to get it. Even then, everything interesting about the book was refined by other hands or revisited.

Look at these bozos tucking Chuck in

I think one of the reasons they're so interesting is because that shared wacky, horribly traumatizing history is there. They're family, they're best friends, they're each other's ineffective support systems, they're ride or die soldiers and they've been through fucking EVERYTHING together. 62 years of hardcore paramilitary shit squeezed through a sliding timescale into only 15, growing every week with some new crisis. Dealing with only a life or death race war is a pretty good day for them on average - never mind aliens, Gods, time travelling killbots, possession, mind control, literally dying, torture, and every other thing including the kitchen sink. Who can they talk to that can actually understand? The Summers Protocols are written in their blood, protecting people who HATE them. How can these people not be intensely fucked up? So many words answering this question under the cut. 💯% rambling but it's definitely my thoughts on the O5 X-Men.

They can't, so they are. 15 year olds drafted into a forever war by a manipulative billionaire who's nearly as fucked up but pretends he's not. The school is up to code now (I mean it's a jail now but you know what I mean) and they teach real lessons, actual adults join willingly (you're 45% sure) and there's multiple telepaths around to keep Chuck in line. Newer X-Men get standardized training and are shadowed by experienced soldiers. You helped Scott formulate these protocols when you were both too traumatized to sleep one month. You're so glad that students' mental health is a priority but you worry they won't learn valuable repression skills. Bobby has the right idea, tell a joke. When people laugh it almost drowns out the particular soulless drone the Gen 1 sentinels made. Can anyone else hear that?

The Champions see like 1% of repressed X-Men trauma and wig out

These newer folks are family too but they weren't there man. It was the fucking wild west! You call home reflexively for the 250th time and your birth family is angry. 'We never had a son called Hank, stop calling us.' Why was that necessary again? Maybe the mindwipe will wear off one day. You'd ask The Professor about it but you don't want to risk demerits for disturbing his construction of death traps. Besides, you're studying Quantum Physics to maybe help survive fighting Magneto later. Why did you think about him? He's so terrifying, that look in his eye. Maybe you'll talk to Scott about it, but he's running the day's 400th simulation of your gruesome deaths. Bobby would just joke about it, but there's a sadness in his eyes that you recognise. This ... dream feels further away each day, your own dreams are much closer and they're always the same. Mutant/human relations just get worse and worse - you've wasted your life, and you're training a 10 year old with horns to follow you. You can't remember their name either. Was it Bong or Bing or? No they died the last time the school blew up. FUCK ! 😭

Yeeting bowling balls during free play was day 1 shit. 'Testing his reflexes.'

Okay hopefully I've made my point. They are beyond fucked up with terrible coping skills. Things you'd learn from family, friends or teachers, but your Messiah complex emotionally unavailable God King Chuck just recommended a codependent relationship. You can talk to the rest of the O5 (if they're alive and in control of their own minds) but they're just as fucked up. There's nobody else - they all want to kill you. And it. Never. Ever. Ends. Seriously. Fuck. Me. It just keeps getting worse. They've got so much history that every facet of their origins has multiple contradictory accounts. They're a beautiful mess found family that love each other so much but mostly don't know how to express it, let alone do healthy conflict resolution.

I didn't read the X-Men comics sequentially, so by the time I even knew what X-Men was the O5 had been mythologised in and out of universe. My baseline perception started there entwined with pop culture osmosis and as I read back through it all the context radically shifted around, especially the early stories or remixes of them. LBR, the 1963 run kinda sucks, lol. I love it, of course, but if you filed the X-Men's name off it I'd hate it. In a big way it's a historical artifact. The Rosetta Stone and Stonehenge except sixties camp. The time dilation just makes it ... wackier. I hate that word, not as much as zany, but I really don't like it. Let me explain.

Take the social and ethical values the 1963 characters have in their first run - they're not especially sympathetic or even heroic in many ways. Their politics is vapid, social awareness negligible, zero class consciousness. They mostly look better than the people they fight especially the alleged mutant liberationist who's a stylish yet run of the mill megalomaniac. A budget Doctor DOOM - though there's massive potential. I don't care what Stan Lee said retroactively - I don't buy an all-WASP pro-establishment group who beat up their fellow mutants as inspired by any progressive movement period, let alone civil rights. At best there's Red Scare aesthetic and vague iconography coming from the centre of both sidesism. That's on the page, that's the blueprint from which it all came.

The best and the worst. Magneto doing stuff and sex pests plus Drill Sergeant Chuck.

The characters are so popular and iconic that many books and flashbacks have been set in that time period. The Hidden Years, as Hickman so aptly put it in HoxPox. That alone (not to mention other media) makes it ripe for interpretation, speculation, and variations on the theme. Every time it's revisited there's a new angle, simply by virtue of time having passed. The X-Men were founded in 1963, but it's always fifteen years ago relative to the present. The O5's values (and technology level) are updated and/or deconstructed to reflect that, which in turn alters every dynamic. For example, instead of the X-Men being Mad Men-esque raging sex pests with eyes bulging out and tongue on the floor when Jean shows up, they're more realistic middle class teenagers to reflect that WOMEN ARE PEOPLE. Bobby's hypersexual performance is the most extreme but we know what he's repressing. Where 60s kids were gullible bootlicking fucks that bend to any authority (I assume - if you're a 60s child, no offence), no matter how unreasonable - X-Men: Season One showed Jean to be deeply suspicious of Xavier's motives, methods, and mission with the others not far behind her - the first instinct being to get far away from this bald lying maniac and his idiot plans. During the Magneto fight from issue #1 she's thinking 'we are NOT ready for this and someone is going to get hurt.' Chuck responds with 'duly noted.' She calls Chuck out about wiping minds and running a secret paramilitary group instead of a school and he has to try to present a coherent ideology. S1, and many other adaptations, stress that this is not normal, it's dangerous as fuck and there's massive question marks around whether these children are capable of consenting. Many such cases, etc. No, really, there's been so many remixes and additions to the HY and I love them. Even in the 60s and early 70s they'd break up or join other teams, show up in weird adventures with the rest of Marvel, retcon stuff from a few issues ago. First Class, Origins, Season One, and on and on.

Not really a school, you're in my army now.

Which interpretation is 'canon'? They're (mostly) deliberately incompatible so we have to decide for ourselves, piecing together a mosaic with drastically different tiles. We all have our own, likely influenced heavily by which corner/s of fandom we're in or the analysis we consume. I suspect we mostly choose what feels good for our faves, and I don't exclude myself from that. Adaptation theory holds that Siegel and Shuster defined the superhero genre with Superman and every work since that is an adaptation to some degree. Without being over literal in that I want to apply it to the X-Men separated by author/creator. Each adaptation of the X-teams is influenced by what came before, but the best are not beholden. Keep in mind that while Stan Lee's name was credited for a lot of stories in that era, it's unlikely he actually wrote them all, or by himself. The Hidden Years was built by many hands, they're just ... hidden.

Wein and Cockrum went big with Giant-Size, with Chuck recruiting globally to rescue the O5 under Cyclops' command then merged the two. Claremont came on board and adapted the Hidden Years formula into a sprawling epic with the Mutant Metaphor running through it. He'd open up the past with flashbacks but more importantly he retconned Magneto into a three dimensional antagonist. Moustache twirling VILLAIN!!! self identifying as evil becomes a deeply traumatized man struggling with the power to prevent another holocaust getting a little too committed to the bit. That retroactively makes us view the Hidden Years differently, if not entirely as the work of unreliable narrators. His years-long arc culminated in disavowing his actions and submitting to trial, then atoning through promising his loser husband he'd raise the new kids - The New Mutants. You can see the HY formula updated and tweaked into something far more interesting - an adaptation. The original run is adapted, but the characters from it stuck around too. On and on that went, decade after decade, until Bendis hit on yanking the O5 out of the HY and into the present. It kinda changed everything for me while exposing newer readers to the oldest X-Men.

Prepare for deconstruction. You'll hate it.

I truly laud Bendis and everyone else involved for revisiting their kitschy beginnings - bringing them to the eternal present away from Chuck and putting them in the audience surrogate position under the microscope. I'd argue that decision and execution reshaped the O5 , de- and re-constructing them in a modern environment. It had a lot of problems but it did wonders for the O5. The films had already done their own thing, but they didn't push the comics forward. They might have brought new eyes to see Patrick Stewart or Hugh Jackman in the art but the ideas flow one way 99.999% of the time - from comics to other media. House of M shook things up for everyone, but most of all it split the O5 again along militant lines. One thing led to another and the Phoenix upended their lives again with Scott killing Chuck in AvX. Scott was penitent but didn't slow down ideologically and the other living O5 had had enough - especially Hank. He time travelled and bought the young O5 forward to 'stop mutant genocide', then lost control of the situation. They weren't paragons from a better time who'd fix everything, they were just messed up kids and they had their own ideas.

A lot of fanfic tropes are used in the teen O5 conceit and I don't think that's a coincidence or a bad thing. Interestingly, instead of being a fix-it or alternate universe they're brought to us to suffer under the weight of expectations, their own legend/infamy, and saddled with the existential horror of predetermination. Predestination. Not just 'you will do these things' but 'the universe will blow up if you deviate even a little bit.' These legends walked among the present day X-Men, but as they were at the very beginning. Awkward teens. Here's the cliff notes on the 'truth' they learn and their reactions.

Beast - turns himself blue and furry, still has a crush on Jean, and becomes an irresponsible gonzo science MF. Can't believe it, freaks TF out, eventually learns magic.

Angel - can't get a straight answer for quite some time, eventually meets his amnesiac cloudcuckoolander shirtless self, cracks over the boatload of trauma waiting for him and tries to run.

Bobby - his two clown selves HATE each other despite being very similar, and spend most of the time on the back foot. Grows up a little then iis forcibly outed and does the same to his present self while knowing that he'll have to live the lie for decades.

Jean - super uncomfortable with the perfect dead Jean everyone has in their head and the legacy, learns she's got exactly one person in her romantic future and he killed Chuck. Everyone wants to either fuck her or kill her. Has multiple kids but also doesn't.

Scott - Learns he becomes the new Magneto and kills Chuck, flees in the face of Logan wanting to kill him/everyone treating him like he's adult Scott Summers. Has multiple kids who hate him and everything is upside down.

WTF Logan. Valid reaction, kids.

So these sixties ciphers (yeah I said it - Stan Lee wasn't a good character writer most of the time) come to the future under false pretence of saving it and they freak out. The social positions are flipped and the legendary progenitors of the X-Men institution just seem like loser teenagers. They have weak powers and everyone is disappointed with them one way or another - the original X-Men deconstructed and laid bare. It's decided they go back immediately and what do they do? They say 'fuck this shit, we came here to save the world and that's what we're going to do. Destiny can go fuck itself.' Their real superpowers of coping with endless mind bending horror and existential despair kick in.

Then we get years of reconstruction - breaking down exactly what makes them heroes and legends, but having them earn it as outsiders amongst outsiders. The pedestal is rejected because nobody deserves that shit. They're not perfect, they're relatable and yes, they are pretty fucking special. But they're still just kids and shouldn't really be here, doing paramilitary shit. They hold a mirror up to the absent Xavier and his dodgy fucking practices, to Logan and his Madonna/Whore delusions, to the school that inexplicably bears Jean's name. They do the same to adult Scott because they find it so hard to believe he's this mutant antichrist etc - and realise he's not that at all - they were lied to.

That bit is important because the X-Men assimilationist institution was in a post AvX reactionary phase united in hatred of Scott - who's ruining everything. It's a group delusion and the kids quickly see it doesn't match reality. They're shocked at how badly they failed their primary mission AND at how passive the X-Men are in the face of atrocities. They gradually learn about the details of their future and in doing so deconstruct the X-Men in general. Significantly, they grow wayyyy beyond the demerit-fearing yes men Chuck moulded them into and they actually get to be teenagers. Somewhat normal ones. They spend time on other teams, they kiss new people, they live outside the bubble of secrecy Xavier insisted on. Significantly, they're all treated as equally important characters and this undercurrent of sadness at the dead or no longer friends members weighs on them.

Xavier is viewed appropriately maybe for the first time as their initial shock at his underhandedness and secrecy blends with sympathising with his position. It IS easier to force people to do things. Way easier. It's heroic to choose not to, to be better, braver. They're very surprised about this but it doesn't take long for them to believe it. Characters in the present even make jokes about how shady he is. Compared to the eager beavers hanging off his every word in the 1963 run and beyond, it's night and day. So again, which is 'canon?' They can't both be, or can they?

They show the world why they are the O5. Not because of some regressive rose-tinted view of the past - because a bald billionaire chose them and they chose heroism over and over despite it ruining their lives. It was a position no children should have been put in, and that's really fucked up, but the struggle is real. They're special but you can be too. You're making history RN - they just did it first and oh boy have they suffered for it. That's why they should be revered - because they did it first. Their adult selves also show the mistakes made. Not one of them is happy or even stable and that shouldn't be surprising. They aren't perfect and neither is Charles Xavier. We should honour elders but be very suspicious when we can't question them. They aren't always right.

They don't buy into Logan's hype and bullshit either. They're appalled at his behaviour that everyone has come to accept, so much that he's instrumental in their deciding to stay in the present and then defect. This maniac is full of shit. Their Wolverine is Laura - a much better person and hero, who they spend time growing up with. Obviously that didn't stick but I kinda wish it did. When they were returned to the past by Cable they were mindwiped, but their older selves got their memories. Two sets of experiences, minimum. In a metatextual sense they had to choose their canon, lol.

Bruh, he's right there. 'Why don't you kill Scott?'

I'm speaking very personally here, but I suspect many fans can at least recognise the shape of their experiences in mine. Everyone's headcanon is going to be a little different, though, of course. I was already a fan of the O5 but ANXM recontextualised them for me. The ultimate adaptation in many ways because the original run just isn't that relatable. Important yes, but the characters were drastically improved by redoing their teen years through a contemporary, deconstructionist lens. The characters were improved and deepened by having to stare their origins/selves in the face and then living in the same world for years. I find it impossible to separate the multiple choice past so I don't bother, if that makes sense. There's value and entertainment for me in revisiting the earliest stuff but I view it through a modern lens where possible. Honestly, there's so damn much of it that it can all blend together at times.

I have more thoughts than that, tbh, but that's the core of what everything builds off. They're legends that were not just allowed to be imperfect, but forced to be. Destined to be, even. Each of them has been on wild journeys together and apart but that history is still there informing everything. To answer your question in a more direct way - with all that in mind I find the dynamic compelling in retrospect. Aside from Scott and Jean they drift in and out of each other's lives, kinda like IRL relationships. That dynamic hasn't existed since it first started being adapted IMO, but it still informs their modern interactions and relationships. They're fluid like that.

Thanks for the ask!

[fuck-customers]

TW: potential sexual harassment, adult in diaper, potential exposing of oneself, aggressiveness,

This is a really weird and long one so I totally understand if it doesn't get submitted. A couple months ago I was working as a pizza delivery driver. I knocked on this guys door (as I had his pizza delivery) and he opened the door wearing a diaper and a short shirt (almost crop top length). I saw that a bit TOO much was hanging out of the diaper. I won't go into detail but I could see his genitals and felt very uncomfortable and afraid. Anyway, I went to hand him his pizza and I said the total. He had a card ready and I said "oh was this meant to be cash?"

So, this is my mistake here - our dockets said 'cash delivery' in big font at the bottom of every order not paid online, but when it was to be paid on the portable card machine there is a smaller text below 'cash delivery' that says 'eftpos machine'. I hadn't seen the 'eftpos machine' text when I was getting in my car so I didn't take the eftpos machine with me.

When the guy brought out the card, I looked at the docket and said 'I'm sorry, I've misread and not brought the eftpos machine, I'm going to call my store and ask what to do' (just as an add on, this was during my second week working there so I was relatively new which was why I didn't know what I should do in this situation). He was starting to get agitated and kept staring at me so I just called my store, and my manager told me that the customer could either pay over the phone with his card number or I could come back to get the eftpos machine. I told the customer this, and he started yelling at me, saying things like 'you're trying to rob me of my fucking money' 'what is your problem are you stupid' and 'how are you going to make this up to me' and heaps of random shit. I just stood there in shock and tried to calm him down but he kept going and going. I kid you not this guy probably yelled at me for like two-four minutes straight.

I ended up saying that I would drive back to the store to get the eftpos machine (the store was literally the street over from this guy's house) and that I would be back in 5 mins. He started yelling at me again saying that I was going to take his pizza and that his food was going to get cold. I told him that I wasn't going to take the pizza and that I was going to leave it with him, and then I left to get the machine.

When I got back to the store my manager was pissy with me that I hadn't brought it in the first place. I told him that the customer had made me uncomfortable because he had pretty much exposed himself to me and then yelled at me for about five minutes (which my manager heard all of over the phone call!) and my manager said he didn't give a fuck and told me to go back to the house.

I came back to the house, and I knocked on the door. The guy called out 'come in!' and I'm thinking hell fucking no I'm not walking into this guys house. He keeps calling out 'just come in! come in!' but I just stand at the door. Eventually he comes to the door and I hand him the eftpos machine. He looks at me and he says 'you know, you have to be better at your job, because SOME people would yell at you for something like that'. And then he closed the door.

I have had no idea what to make of this situation. I really want to believe that this guy had something like dementia which could cause him to not realise that his attire was inappropriate and could also cause the aggression and feelings of persecution. He looked to be about 50-60, so this could definitely be the case. When it happened I felt so uncomfortable and scared, which was mainly because I could see some of his genitals. A part of me is afraid that he had malicious intent behind opening the door to me with his stuff partially hanging out, but I'm just not sure. I know that I fucked up with not reading the docket correctly but I just really don't think that I deserved all of that for that mistake. I think I'm actually more mad at my manager who just told me to go back there alone, even after I told him what had happened and that I was uncomfortable. Also for context I am a 22 year old woman so I was quite afraid lol. Anyway, I've quit now, so thank god for that.

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[unsaidace]

Ugh I'm getting tired of eddie. I used to ship buddie so much, but I dunno, even before this past ep I was getting tired of him. He berates buck for being self centred but eddie has been misery after misery the past few seasons and it's honestly getting so boring, especially when much of the misery has been his own making. Like dude you more or less cheated on your gf with your dead wife doppelganger, traumatised your son, you're now struggling to adapt to life in s new city, all of this was your own doing yet we're supposed to feel sorry for you? And then you berate buck for spiralling because he lost his father figure? And instead we're supposed to feel sorry for you because you weren't there when it happened? I dunno, I'm getting tired of his character. And this isn't about shipping buck with tommy, because I 100% categorically do not. It's just about getting tired of what the writers are doing with eddie. He is becoming so boring and quite unlikable tbh

This is the thing; I don’t hate Eddie because of Buddie. I have issues with Buddie, reasons I personally no longer ship it, that are entirely separate from my issues with Eddie. And I can respect that you don’t ship BuckTommy, you’re entitled to ship or not ship whatever you want. At the end of the day, this Eddie thing isn’t about ships.

It’s about his stagnation as a character, and blatant disdain for someone who is supposedly (speaking in a purely canonical sense) his “best friend”. He’s been stuck in this continuous cycle of creating issues for himself and then fishing for sympathy since at least season 3, and it’s fucking boring now. Back in season 3, when he got arrested during the lawsuit arc and then blew up on Buck for not being there to “bail him out”, that was an issue that he created for himself, and then somehow managed to twist into being Buck’s problem. He does this constantly; there’s been no growth, no real change in this character, and it’s been rubbing me the wrong way for a long time now. Eddie has become abrasive as a character because he refuses to learn from his mistakes, refuses to address his obvious traumas, refuses to do any kind of self reflection or self improvement.

The fact that he somehow made it Buck’s fault that he wasn’t there when Bobby died is the most infuriating of all, for me. My guy, you ran your teenage son off by traumatising him with your dead wife’s doppelgänger, spent months spiralling about it, decided to quit your job and move to Texas even though literally nobody asked you to, and then get pissy that you weren’t there for your former captain’s final moments? Who’s fault is that? ‘Cause it sounds to me like it’s…*checks notes* entirely your own, you fucking floorboard. And then he has the nerve to act like Bobby would still be alive if he was there, like Buck didn’t do everything he could to save everyone in that lab. I wasn’t aware that Eddie had the ability to replicate an antiviral that took weeks/months to develop in the space of two and a half minutes, but okay, I guess? Turns out that Silver Star really did give him miracle powers.

[thedyingwriter]

i haven't really said anything about 9-1-1 in a while bcs honestly the show just keeps giving me trauma each and every week for no reason.

I started watching this show bcs of buddie edits and ngl up until may 2024 i was a buddie fan bcs i never actually expected 911 to make buck a canon bisexual.

and even after getting buck as bisexual bcs of tommy i was still rooting for buck to end up with eddie maybe as the endgame in future bcsl i have shipped them for years.

But then i saw how beautiful buck and tommy's relationship was forming. i loved seeing them happen and honestly i was also glad to see eddie being happy with marisol.

but then i don't even fucking know why 911 decided to fuck his entire arch with that cheating, the whole chris walking in on them and texas arch, the fucking queer bating implied gay awakening.

i would love to see eddie as gay bcs it would definitely sit right with his character arc over the years. but the way that have been kind of ruining eddie for me for a while now feels sk disheartening.

i love eddie. i have so much hope for his character and i love buck and eddie as a unit. i am someone who now wants buck to end up with tommy bcs i see him being the one to "love him anyways", bcs he has again and again proven so.

but i would still be ok if the show decides to pair buck and eddie together as end game, only if they do it right. bcs nothing at the current time adds up.

i hated the way eddie has been since the whole moving to texas arch in 8b. the way he's been constantly accusing buck of making everything about him. i hated watching the latest episode in the kitchen scene, where he accused buck of making Bobby's death and texas move about him.

i don't think eddie would have done that. the first thought after seeing the episode when bobby dies was that eddie wasn't there, and i can't imagine how painful this is gonna be for him, but the way they showed him basically accusing buck of not doing everything bcs he wasn't there seemed so fucked up.

i am not starting a war and i absolutely hate how toxic this Fandom has become. this used to be my biggest comfort show, now i can't go a single post without the entire fandom yelling in my ears about buddie being canon this season, and the fucking threats against lou ferrigno jr, the constant fucking fan war and comparison.

how will i even be able to enjoy buddie if it ever happens, when it suddenly feels like eddie has become an altogether different person.

grief looks different on everybody but i'm literally so fucking tired of the entire 118 treating buck like a fucking child who throws a tantrum. he's been so mature about this, as compared to how he would have reacted as season 1 buck. he's been grieving silently and people treat him like a ticking time bomb.

honestly atp I'm just ranting whatever bcs I'm just so frustrated and done with this show, the writers and most important the fucking asshole quality of fans. just stop with the shipping wars for fucks sake.

we lost bobby and all i can see on my time line is fan ship wars. not sure if i wish to continue watching this show if the season 8 finale doesn't give me solid confirmation of a good storyline for either buck tommy or buck eddie. I'm done.

[killerplink]

✨ first day update nobody asked for but I'm giving anyway (ft rare footage of me smiling at the end, if you count that as a smile lol) ✨

it actually wasn't as scary as I thought 🥹 the store manager?? literally the sweetest girl alive 😩 like if sunshine wore cute loafers, organized pastel stationery by color and vibe, AND was a full on tattooed baddie 💅🏻 she was so kind and welcoming I almost tweaked lmao 😭 like okay thank God I'm not the only inked up girlie in here. and I didn't even cry in the bathroom once?? that's character development baby 🫡

I spent most of the shift pretending I knew what I was doing while smiling politely and bonding with the pens 🏃🏻‍♀️ I now know where the gel pens live!! I have acquired lore!! I feel powerful ngl 💅🏻

also!! posting the other Roy fic tomorrow 🤭 but aside from that, I'm out of Roy ideas for now so feel free to drop any if your brain is feeling generous and horny, I'm still on the Roy train (will be for a while actually) 🧡

I'll probably finish the Jason one (his chaotic gremlin giving him head under the desk while he's trying to gather intel) and the Dick one (spicy time at the manor with the whole Batfamily there and he can't stfu) sometime next week if all goes well and I don't get seduced by snacks and naps 😭

thank you to everyone who sent me sweet messages or good vibes, I carried them all in my heart and also in my little backpack next to my lip oil and emergency granola bar 🥹I'm still nervous, obviously, because hi I'm me, but it wasn't the apocalyptic disaster I imagined in my head and that's a win!! 🙂‍↕️

manifesting a soft week ahead for all of us, besties 🫶🏻 no weird customers, no printer issues, no men bothering us, just cute notebooks, good snacks, delicious coffee, and the pride of surviving capitalism for another day 💪🏻

me, freshly employed and politely telling my anxiety to go fuck itself while I organize pastel highlighters ✨✋🏻

[cupidsworstcrime]

okay so my roommate spectacularly fucked up our rent and now i have like one week to figure this out or i'm gonna be homeless.

i’m desperate, so if you send anything to my cashapp and dm me proof, i’ll write or draw you literally anything you want. as long as it won't get me on an FBI watchlist.

please, i’m begging, help me out and i’ll do whatever the hell you want. i’m losing my mind over here, pls. at least rb or whatever 💀

[imsorrythatimweird101-blog]

MINI SHIFT STORY

FRIDAY MAY 9, 2024 {2:47am}

I remember waking up randomly on Friday night, I went back to sleep. Saying affirmation that I am manifesting. Nothing about shifting

Idk where tho, i didn't even attend too. First I was in a dream, I didn't really have awareness or anything but slowly start smudge into me waking up in some really fancy bed where my dogs were on the bed. FIt was fuzzy at first, like a dream. The more I grab stuff and examine, the more it start to become solid and real.

I kept touching stuff and start to feel real-like, like I was actual there. I was messing this diary and had like steel bars. The more I touch, the solid it got. I was kinda tripping out because I was having a wtf moment. I open these curtains to the small window like middle ages (blarney castle) castle but had a beautiful stain glass. I was thinking hairy Potter then I went to open the door and lóok down stairs. I didn't go down but I kinda crotch to see my parents legs. They where talking to someone. My dad was leanI on the counter, my mom next to him and some person that was wearing black slacks and shoes.

I turned around and see a panting- it was a lady with a umbrela and she was looking at herself through mirror but their was like multiple mirror behind that one. Idk how to explain it like stacking up against each other until it looks infinite while it was only her reflection (maybe I was between?). It read something about being a lady but I was kinda too busy freaking out. Then I went and close the door. I was slowly thinking "what the fuck".

I was trying see if this was a dream and I went to this other door and open to laundry mat- I saw this girl sitting there- she was a little younger with blonde hair and brown eyes. I play along and said "oh where's my maid dear sister" (sister part came naturally, I wasn't planning say that) but I had like a British accent. She tells me that the maid was going come. Something about Sarah?. Then she grab my hand and was telling me how much she loved me and nothing between us of the war. My mind race, what war? I realized how light my skin color was so I wasn't me. Then I start talking on my own while my awareness sat in back. I kinda freak out and didn't know what to do or say so I thought of my cr body, like I normal do when I'm lucid dreaming. It normally takes me back instantly, and I feel my awareness come back in front of my head. It took a while because nothing happened until I intended. When I did, it felt extremely natural

After feeling

Dog shit and depressed. Everything happened so naturally yet I couldn't help but feel depressed. It was nothing like lucid dreaming, I just knew I shifted because it was completely different from all the lucid dreams and awareness I had. But since everything didn't meet my expectations, it kinda just felt sad? I was expecting something big and grand but it literally just waking up somewhere (which felt natural, like I always been their) then closing my eyes and going back- naturally. I was expecting going through the motions of flashing lights or guiding through the stars but no. The more I think about it, the more I felt like shit.

It's been 5 years of trying to shift on my own and no luck until this one week break and suddenly I did it without even thinking about it.

What????

Ig it conflicts with my own belief because I was taught that hard work equals reward. Being consistent will eventually work. Idk even know how I even shifted? Last night, I just lay down- saying my affirmation for another desire and then woke up somewhere else. I can't help but wonder what the hell is lesson? Maybe I was pressuring myself?? Like what going on?

On a funny note, I am sharing my consciousness with a bitch named Penelope that is starting a war 😭 I think she was princess or something- that was the vibe I was getting

Anyway, I'm still on the break. A little update y'all. Hopefully I get time to post. Love y'all

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

UPD: first, thank you literally everyone who has offered insight, pro-tips and guidance for this journey! i will be taking everything into consideration!!

secondly: in my PC, i have SEVERAL hard drives and only ONE of them is my boot drive for windows, absolutely nothing of value is on there except windows, dassit. all my pics, music, games, misc media, and important docs are on the OTHER drives.

my question is: can i put fedora on the boot drive (where windows lives rent-free, unfortunately), get it installed/up and running BUT be able to use my other NON-boot drives with all my pics, music, games, misc media and important docs OR are they all boned? (pls gods, do not be boned, I do not have the time or patience these days)

i REALLY dont want to fuck around w/ an external drive. i know they're not v expensive but expensive is very extremely subjective right now. as some of you know, i got into a wreck the last week of April (I'm ok, car was totalled so a huge ass unexpected expense has been put onto us), we're moving apartments, it's my friggen bday month, and I don't get a raise until July. we MUST stop buying misc shit for a while, in fact, during this move we will be doing a fuck ton of downsizing and decluttering.

if i can utilize the drives i currently have up and running, that'd literally be the best way to go about this for convenience and sanity's sake.

pls let a binch know, pls.

mini psa:

over the summer i will be preparing to rid my life of win10 and bop over to Fedora finally. i do not want to mess w/ win10 after its no longer supported and i absolutely will not be going to win11 - ew!

theres somethings that i need to know first. do we have a collection of "how-to's":

the best and most reliable method to install sims 2 ultimate collection

reshade

simpe

steam

blender

milkshape

sims4studio

RPC launcher

compressorizor

bulk rename utility

all of these things are required to make the jump with me so i MUST find a way to get them installed and be stable - i cannot bend on this.

i am already familiar w/ lutris so is it all done via lutris or are there additional steps i need to be aware of?

i think the hardest part will be the transferring of data from win10 to Fedora. i will prob need to get my hands on an external SSD so i can transfer all the things from win10 to Fedora as smoothly as possible but that'll take some time ofc. the struggle stems from:

i already win10 as my one and only desktop, obvs since im trying to jump over to fedora, ill need to carve out some space in my storage somewhere, somehow so i can bop over to win10 as needed until im done w/ the transfer. once thats done, i can prob safely get rid of win10.

[yaoi-hate-machine]

ohhhh god i need some moral support re: animal welfare and having difficult conversations with difficult people

ok basically i feel the need to tell my mom that this foster dog cannot continue to stay here. and things are already Very tense between us and i fear she's going to blow up at me like she usually does when anyone pushes back against her.

i've seen one of our dogs ("my" dog echo) snap at this foster dog twice now. it seems like she's being protective of me. she has also just not been doing well since i was out of town for a few weeks; she stopped eating breakfast which is extremely unlike her and she's been throwing up and having other digestive issues. i attribute this to my mom physically not being able to walk her and not taking the time to go outside with her to play because she's very high energy and gets anxious when her exercise and enrichment needs aren't met.

so like. echo was already not being cared for and ill because of that. and my mom decided to foster this young adult dog who she has sleeping literally right next to echo, who has not been around another dog besides the other dog in the house in at least a year, and there has literally Never been a third dog inside the house before. echo keeps barking at this foster dog and he seems to be afraid of her.

i just 1. personally feel Extremely stressed about being downstairs and worrying that echo is going to snap at him or start a fight, 2. feel that this is so unfair to echo who is already stressed out to the point of being sick because she's not being cared for properly, and now is extra stressed out about a random dog in her space, and 3. feel that this is so unfair to the foster dog who will likely develop some kind of reactivity or fear of other dogs if he continues being around echo.

my mom is likely going to assume that i'm making this up because she hasn't seen echo snap at him and because i've been very upset at her due to the way she failed to communicate properly with me about any of this. i'm also just already having a cptsd emotional flashback bc of the tension between us so i feel intensely afraid of having this conversation and her reaction. she does Not respond well to being wrong or being called out on her mistakes/behavior. but i'm just not willing to stay silent and compliant while literally everyone else in the situation suffers. i can't keep betraying myself by fawning.

i'm torn between being passive or assertive in the convo. my heart is saying that i should be assertive because she has a tendency to steamroll, but my brain knows that esp with the tension that's already between us re: this specific situation, she will most likely register my assertiveness as combativeness and blow up or shut down. so i guess i should probably try to be gentler about it even tho i don't feel like being gentle. idk if i should come right out and say that he can't be here anymore to be clear in my communication or if i should just tell her about echo snapping at him and then saying that i don't think he should be here anymore?

i am also 100% prepared to contact the shelter directly and tell them about this, but i know my mom would be furious about this. i feel like "either you can tell them or i will" is my fail-safe if she's not receptive, but like. she would likely murder me. ok i need to stop saying things like that. she is not going to murder me. there are ways that she can hurt me but none of them are life-threatening. she can make me Feel like i'm in danger, but i am an adult who can protect and advocate for myself.

ok just to help myself i'm gonna do a little scripting below. feel free to lmk how it sounds/if you have any suggestions (basically i'm fucking autistic and having high-stress and urgent conversations like this is literally the bane of my existence)

"so i've seen echo snap at him twice now. the first time was the first full day he was here when i came downstairs in the morning, and it happened again a couple hours ago. it seems like echo is stressed out about him being here, which i can understand because she hasn't socialized with other dogs in a long time and there's never been another dog in her space. And she's clearly not feeling well, it's unheard of for her to refuse to eat and she's been throwing up. and he is definitely nervous around her in the house, he'll tuck his tail and shrink himself down when she's sniffing him. i personally feel really nervous about being downstairs now because it seems like echo's being protective of me. it's very likely that he'll become afraid of other dogs if it keeps happening, and it's also very likely that echo will become aggressive with other dogs if she continues feeling like he's a threat. i really don't think this is a good situation for either of them and i think that if you really want to help this dog, it would be best to call anderson and have them find another foster. i know you really wanted this to work out, but it just seems like bad timing and i'm really worried about their interactions having lasting effects on either or both of them. like i said, i'm also just really stressed about it and we had just talked about how stressed out and overwhelmed i am at home."