#the whole doing things as a family was seriously never my cup of tea

[kavehayati]

Raisa telling me I’ll find “my one” but she forgets I already found him 😔

[spookwriter-xo]

Coppélia

Chapter 3 - The Figure Painter

Chapter Summary - Y/N visits a childhood friend to go over Seonghwa's odd invitation.

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"And then he gave you a contract... Like from Fifty Shades of Gray?"

"I told you it's not a contract, he said it was an invitation."

"Honey, it literally gives you a place to sign at the bottom."

After Seonghwa had given me the envelope and left, I wasted no time in rushing over to my friend, Mia's, house to tell her everything. Mia and I had known each other since we were seven years old, hanging off of each other like leeches since. Her family was rich too, but unlike mine, they supported her artistic endeavors.

She was a painter, specializing in figure paintings and realism, and was also my voice of reason.

"I seriously don't know what to do," I whine, my head resting on her kitchen countertop.

"Well, what does it say? Like what does he want you to do?" She asks, her fingers twirling a teaspoon around her tea cup.

I glance down at the papers in front of me. So many rules were listed I struggled to even wrap my head around it.

"He wants me to move into their home," I say.

"Their home?" Mia clarifies. "As in other people?"

"I guess so?" I clear my throat as I continue. "I can remain as a dancer for the society as long as I don't practice for any longer than I need to be."

"Well, at least they're offering you some freedom." She mumbles sarcastically, taking a sip of her tea.

"Mia come on!" I cry out rather dramatically.

"I feel like there isn't much up for discussion here? Yes, it's weird and borderline controlling but when was the last time something exciting like this happened in your life?" She argues.

"I don't want to be controlled, Mia. This whole thing, it's just way above my pay grade. I had enough of it living with my parents, I don't need it in a romantic relationship too!" I point out. She lets out a sigh, nodding in understanding.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Mia runs a hand through her hair. "Okay, let's try a different approach. What things in there benefit you?"

"Uhm, I get to live in a big ass mansion free of charge," I say, my finger hovering over the bullet point. It sure would be better than the cheap studio apartment I live in now.

"You can never go wrong with a big ass mansion." She quips before I continue.

"It says... I have to be willing to, share myself?" I tilt my head with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, don't tell me they're the type to want a girl to homey hop." She seethes, leaning over the counter to read the paper. "Oh god, they are!" She exclaims.

"Just because you're monogamous doesn't mean you can judge!" I scold.

"I'm not judging, I'm cringing 'cause it's not for me." She says defensively. "If you're into that, I won't judge."

"Sure you won't."

"I might make fun of you a little, but you know I'll get over it!" She laughs. "Besides it's a bonus if they're all cute. I looked up Seonghwa and that Hongjoong guy and woo!" She whistles.

"Poor Mark." I tease, she gasps. "Listen, I don't know if I'm up for that either. I mean I don't even know who the others are, for all I know there could be a serial killer among them."

"Then call him." She states. "Call him and demand him to rewrite it on your terms."

"Would that work?" I ask, placing the papers back into a neat pile.

"He's a businessman, right? Of course, it would! Hell, you might even get to meet the others if you play your cards right." She says confidently. "You like this guy right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then fight for your own morals and boundaries, and if he doesn't accept that then move on." She says, moving over slightly to place her mug in the sink. "And if they try something, Mark and I will come over and beat them up for you."

"You and I both know Mark Lee is not going to beat anyone up." I laugh causing her to let out a snort.

"You're right, he could yap their ears off and give us time to escape the country though." She jokes, a wide grin spreading across her face.

I glance back down at the documents, genuinely contemplating for a moment. I hated the idea of being controlled by anyone again, let alone a bunch of men who, aside from 1, I have never had a conversation with in my life. But on top of that, it would be really nice to stay somewhere that didn't charge me almost my entire weekly pay for rent.

Plus Seonghwa was really good-looking, but was I really going to risk my freedom just because a cute guy gave me a second of his time? Mia was right, I needed to call him and set up some kind of meeting and get this document altered to my liking also, not just theirs.

"You're doing that thing again." Mia's voice cuts me out of my thoughts. "You know it's creepy when you stare off into space like that."

"Sorry, was just thinking about everything," I say softly, stuffing the document back into the envelope it came in.

"It's a lot, I know, but once you put your foot down like I know you can it'll all even out. You'll see." Mia was often right about these things, then again she was always the one to come up with the ideas that would get us into trouble growing up. I trusted her with things like this because I knew it would never leave the two of us, but trusting her to convince me to do something that could lead to me signing my life away? I was going to be a little more cautious of that.

"I should probably go, I got another show tonight," I say, hopping off of the seat I was perched on.

"Oh! I'm coming to the show next Monday! Don't mess up for me okay?" She says, skipping around the counter to give me a quick hug before I leave.

"Of course I won't, you're my lucky charm." I joke, pulling away and waving. She waves back, knowing I could find my way out.

I contemplated calling Seonghwa as I walked through the city streets. I let out an annoyed huff at the constant tug-of-war going on in my head. My finger hovered over the call button as I stared down at his contact. He'd probably show up tonight, but did I really want to decline his initial offer in person?

Without thinking I pressed call, holding my phone up to my ear as I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. I felt a sick feeling of nerves in my stomach, the same feeling I felt before I went out on stage.

It rings 4 times before he picks up.

"I thought you'd think about it a while longer." He states, his voice rough. I take a deep breath before I speak.

"I'm declining your 'invitation'," I stated, making sure my voice sounded defiant.

"What?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"You heard me. This... Contract is far too controlling for my liking and I refuse to subject myself to signing my life away for a man who only graced me with his presence last night." I say, earning some looks from passersby.

"Doll-"

"I'm not done! Look, I like you. But the only way this is happening is if we rewrite this to include my own terms. And I want whoever the hell you expect me to share myself with to be there also. No way in hell am I agreeing to something like that without even knowing what they look like." I say, rather rushed. Silence follows, and I look at my phone screen for a moment to make sure the phone call didn't end. As I placed the phone back to my ear I heard laughter.

"My, I really underestimated you didn't I?" Seonghwa chuckles. "A real firecracker you are, so unassuming up until now." I could feel his grin through the screen, and it made my blood boil.

"If you're going to waste my time-"

"Hold on a second, Doll." He says, his voice still laced with amusement. "I'll organize a dinner, how does that sound? You, me, and the others who helped write the original contract. That way you can meet everyone and get your boundaries heard."

I blinked in surprise at his offer. Was it really that easy? "You're serious?"

"Of course I am! Honestly, it's refreshing to talk to someone as pretty as you about business exchanges." He chuckles. "You have a show tonight, yes? Are you free Saturday night?"

I clear my throat. "Uhm, yeah?"

"Excellent, I'll send you the details tonight with your Gardenias." He says, hanging up before I can get another word in.

I gape at the phone, staring at it as I stand frozen in the middle of the street. I look around for a moment before continuing on my way.

I had a sinking feeling that this dinner was not going to be as easy as he made it seem. The others were most definitely businessmen also, co-owners of ATZ Corp. Me, a broke ballerina versus 8 businessmen on their own turf.

Pray for me.

[fancyfeathers]

Sorry for the rant but, i've been scrolling all batfam x daughter! reader content for a good while already and it baffles me how little contents it is about...exploring the whole stepcest potential. like it's right there.

i understand the appeal of the yandere platonic batfam and how boundaries can be pushed without romantic or even sexual undertones, because obsessive love can come in any form (and i admit it's interesting reading about a family being yandere just platonically, specially when the reader started off neglected), but c'mon. maybe its because i lean on the more freaky side of things and i know stepcest isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it still pains me. i've read some seriously intense, delicious yandere works filled of tension when i'm constantly waiting for it to end up on a kiss or some stepcest vibes..but nothing.

like, is it too much to ask to see some of the batboys getting freaky about their darling stepsis, using their position of authority as "brothers" to see how far they can go?

you're free to ignore this ask if this makes you uncomfy, i just needed to rant after my umpteenth attempt at finding stepcest with the yandere batboys

It’s fine, I understand, but just few things here

1.) insect is against my rules, now like overly clingy and slightly sexual or romantic undertones while remaining platonic is fine, it’s just crossing that line is a bit much for me. Now I absolutely love overly touchy content, like forced cuddles or kisses, the thing is a lot of my content is more angsty rather than creepy or fluffy, but I certainly would love to get more of the ladder for requests. Like I highly recommend this one fic, it has that overly touchy vibe and it may be what you’re looking for but it’s not quite stepcest.

2.) in my works daughter!darling is never neglected, in fact it is quite the opposite, she is never left alone. I have never written neglected!darling content, I know it’s a lot of people’s thing, but it’s just not my cup of tea.

Now I definitely want to write content that has that clingy content without crossing that line, it’s just a very fine line and I am just figuring how to do that now via infantilization, forced affection with cuddles and kisses before bed, that need to be so close to someone that their platonic touches are also far to intimate to be considered normal, non sexual nudity, that sort of thing.

Now if you have any requests that fit into these guidelines then go right ahead, I would love to do those requests, it just cannot cross that line of incest.

[sadlynotthevoid]

Okey, but, I feel like og!Cale is the type of person that, if someone tried to make fun of him for a crush, he would be like "ah, yeah, that's true" and openly admit it.

So, og AlbeCale AU where whenever someone tries to mock Cale about liking Alberu or asks him about it, he downright says the truth. Regardless of who is hearing him.

As in, maybe once someone asks if Rok Soo and Cale are dating because they seem close (in part because they're kind of close, and in part because Cale keeps knowing what he is thinking, but they don't know that's just a Cale thing). And Rok Soo is like:

Rok Soo: Nah. This guy's type are baker princes.

Cale: You got it wrong. I don't like any princes who bake, I like Alberu only.

And Alberu, who was drinking tea on the background, suddenly chokes on his cup. Which they notice, of course.

"Oh. Hey, Al. Are you okay?"

—Totally unfazed for having Alberu heard the whole conversation.

He's so shameless about it and it's completely unintentional.

He has no idea of how people treat their crushes normally nor is interested on doing the same. He knows that some people tend to get shy, but a decade purposefully acting as trash killed most of his shame— Well, at least when it is about others' opinions of him—. If he wants to do something, being laughed at is not what's going to stop him.

And what he wants is to say how adorable he thinks Alberu is, so that's what he does.

Rejection? He isn't proposing anything. He doesn't plan on dating or wooing Alberu either. It's not that he wouldn't like it, it's just that it hasn't occurred to him that that's even an option. For him, who had spent years hearing everyone say the worst of him, the idea of someone wanting him by their side is so far away that it has yet to form.

So he keeps making casual comments about how cute Alberu is when he's confused, or "his hair looks so soft, I bet it feels that way too", or "he looks so handsome when he's tricking people. I like it more when he doesn't have to, tho", while everyone else feels embarrased for it. Except Rosalyn, she thinks it's hilarious.

Of course, he's pretty much respectful about it, never crossing the line to sexual harassment. And he would stop if Alberu told him too, but he doesn't. He kinda didn't realize that was an option at the beginning and, at this point, he got used and actually enjoys it a bit (a lot).

Cale: oh, sweets! They're my fifth favorite thing in this cruel world.

Rosalyn, fully knowing what she's doing: what are the other four?

Cale, carefully choicing which cake eat first: Well— *rising a finger per item* my family, animals, Alberu and wine. In that order.

Alberu: *frowns* I'm only third?

Cale, picking a chocolate tart: Mm? I loved animals since before meeting you and, at this point, is a part of myself. The other day I saw a dog and spent two hours squatting at her side without realize. It was not a conscious decision, it was... a soul impulse, let's say.

Alberu, looking at his thighs because damn, that's a lot of time to stay in that position: Oh. Wait, you've also loved wine since before meeting me.

Cale: Yes, but drinking wine is a choice. I can live happily without it. You would be... more difficult to leave.

Alberu: *processing* (that means— can't be happy without me aksjdjsj) "blushes hard*

Rosalyn, looking at Alberu's silly fuming face: (don't laugh don't laugh) Pff—

Cale: cherry pie? *Holds a mini pie in front of Alberu*

The turn tables when Alberu realizes that Cale doesn't have resistaince against genuine compliments. He never takes fake glibbery words seriously, but if someone says the slightliest good thing about him and they mean it, he'll become a mess. He just— doesn't know how to react when someone believes anything good about him.

So, Alberu starts complimenting him seriously— as reprisal, of course ("that's just flirting, nephew. You two are flirting, stop calling it vengeance"). Small but real things, details most people doesn't notice, deeper things that he deserves to hear (because, honestly, someone should tell him how sweet he is. How considerate he is. How much he should be appreciated because he's precious. And it seems Alberu is that someone). It works everytime.

Alberu calls his smile cute once and Cale stops talking. Face red and eyes avoiding everything, he can't pronounce a single word.

He calls him kind after Cale subtly helped a strange for no reason (he's obviously doing it in a way others wouldn't notice unless they knew what to look for. Alberu wonders if this is other "Cale thing"). Cale trips and almost gets discovered. When Alberu looks at his face, he's pouting.

Curiously, he doesn't have the same reaction when he gets called smart. He just smiles a bit and sometimes puffs his chest. Huh. Still adorable, tho.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

Light

Light was a bit of a strange doll. It hardly spoke, kept to itself, and seemed to lack any discernable purpose to the other dolls. Their witch often just let that one do as she pleased. It happened that what it pleased was writing in a book which it kept hidden. None of the other dolls knew where. Light would have it one moment, then the next it would be gone. When they would ask their witch about Light, she would simply smile and pat their heads, telling them not to worry about it.

Over the years, the dolls started to grow jealous of the doll that never seemes to do any chores. Perhaps if Light had interacted more, their doll minds wouldve forgotten about it, but that ones constant scribbling in its book kept it too preocupied to interact much.

So the dolls hatched a plan. As soon as the book appeared, they would snatch it. They HAD to know what was so important. They bickered amongst themselces over which one should have thw honor. Finally, after much argument, Thistle was selected as the booknapper.

It lied in wait near the stairs, eagerly anticipating its moment to strike. Thankfully, its patience was rewarded as Light made its way down the stairs; the target book in hand. In a flash, Thistle had snatched the book and ran off, oddly hearing no protest. Thistle hurried back to the other dolls triumphant and excited.

"This one nabbed it!" It proclaimed proudly.

The assembled dolls cheered and gathered around, eager to see what was inside the mysterious book the ever silent Light held so dear.

Upon opening it, they all let out a collective gasp. On the pages were countless line drawings in their witchs' style. All of which were colored somewhat crudely. Their interest intensified as they examined the actual drawings. There were scenes of all of them playing and laughing, Serene doing her chores, that time Daisy ran around with a tea cup on her head, and the final page was a scene of each doll gathered around their witch smiling at a tea party they were all sure theyd never had. Surrounding the drawings, Light had written in crayon all the wonderful things about its doll sisters. How smart Page was, how beautiful Lavender is, and all of Lights thoughts about her beloved family.

The gathered dolls collectively gasped as they heqrd their witch clear her throat. A crowd of heads turned toward her; expecting to see anger. However, she stood with the usual gentle smile, a blushing Light next to her.

"I see you finally have Lights book darlings. I suppose an explenation is in order. You see, im getting old and my memory isnt quite what it used to be, so i wanted a way to help myself remember all of the good times weve had together. I enlisted Light here to guard and color my drawings of our memories. That one took its job very seriously, thats why it didnt speak or interact much. It was solely focused on preserving our memories." The witch smiled down at Light, patting its head. "Such a good doll" she smiled, looking back at the others. "You're all such good dolls, wonderful. Im so very happy to have you all with me."

The whole collection of dolls rushed towards the witch and hugged her, and each other, tightly. Now having a renewed love for her and each other. Especially little Light.

[jellyj777]

03; Freedom | THE PATIENT

THE PATIENT | Book | Ch03;Freedom

JungkookxReader (/fluff/angst/smut)

—Falling in love with a patient in an asylum might not be everyone's tea but you had a thing to fix something you never broke at first place.

Words: 2.8k+

TROPES:: One sided hate, Therapist Au.

SYNOPSIS:: —"Don't trust me, Believe in me"

WARNINGS:: Talk about abuse, Violence ahead, explicit language, Anger issues

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The date or whatever you want to call it with Taehyung went well, surprisingly. It wasn't a date being honest cause no way in hell someone has ever asked you to suck them off after meeting them for few hours. Additionally, after watching a freaking hockey match with innocent conversation.

"So?" He raises his eyebrows at you, the car was parked on the side of the road. Other cars went by as the whoosh sounds could be heard. This wasn't just an awkward situation but an amusing one too. You never expected a man like Taehyung would ask you to suck him off.

He was rich. Very to be exact.

That's the information you learned about Taehyung during the intermission of the match while he was explaining the game cause you went for a bathroom break and these washrooms are literally miles away. You both talked about your lifestyles, workplace, friends and basic stuff and the guy who was sitting in front of your eyes came from a rich and privileged family, his words not yours. Wasn't trying to brag but when his lifestyle was rich itself, he couldn't do a shit but brag about it.

"So..." you trail off thinking about the question that was proposed infront of you. It's been a while since you had any type of fun, certainly, sex and you knew giving a blowjob wasn't exactly having sex but it does lead to more things. Currently, only one thing stood there between the two of you. Silence.

"It's alright if you don't want to - sorry for making you uncomfortable." Taehyung breaks the silence, his hand grabbing the clutch again to reverse the car and go to the restaurant for the dinner he asked you before leaving the court.

His hand froze up in place when he heard the seatbelt clink on your side. He glanced over at you and saw you were unbuckling your seatbelt. Before he could say a thing, you were already making the first move with pulling your hair up in a ponytail.

"Are we actually doing it?" He asks, sounding more excited and surprised too at the sudden shift of the setting. Got him more horny, not gonna lie. He didn't think you'd be a type of girl for quickies. Heck! He didn't think you'd be a type of girl for a hook up either cause of how naive and innocent you sounded in the whole conversation with him at the Ice Hockey match.

The whole conversation was about your career and his career and how prestige you were to talk strictly about your normal life, something you didn't realize either. Career. That is what the topic was and how badly Taehyung wanted to switch the topics to dating life or anything interesting but didn't wanted to freak you off.

Your hands hook up with his button of the formal brown pants he was wearing, his budge was so visible. You eye up and down with a faint smirk. "When did you get this hard?" You ask, curiosity taking over your mind.

"Are you seriously asking that?" He chuckles, now helping you to unbutton him.

You roll your eyes with a faint chuckle you press his semi-hard budge with a little pressure wanting am answer. "Just answer." You state wanting to say 'stop being a smartass' cause it was general curiosity.

"It was when you accidentally buried your face in my lap when the puck came flying to us." He hisses with a low gruntal moan as you cupped him through his boxers. He lifts his hip up lightly for you to lower his boxers.

You remember perfectly now, to defend yourself and your face, ofcourse, you dogged the puck that came flying to your seat by the powerful hit of a player. Not really big perks of sitting in the front row. It was a general hockey match so the protection against the ring wasn't the best to begin with.

The dogged move led you to burry your face in Taehyung's lap with a small gasp, his hand wrapped around the small of your back to make sure the puck didn't hit you. Yet, when he sat up to ask if you were okay, he paused. Paused at the sight of your head burried in his lap, strands of hair on one side of your frame showing off the back of your neck, the thing that ran in his mind was how would you look while sucking him off.

Would you be a tease or be a good girl for him? He thinks and soon was left out of his thoughts.

"Mhm, Just like that." Taehyung groans when he felt you licking long strip from the base of his dick till the tip while keeping the eye contact. He closes his eyes, throws his head back and enjoys the sensation you were providing him with your mouth.

Warm. Sucking. Not teasing. Just like a good girl you were.

"No way!" Hoseok exclaims putting his coffee down, your face flushed with embarrassment. "So, you're telling me you just sucked him off? Just like that?!" Hoseok asks again, for the nth timein the last fifteen minutes of your conversation.

"Yes, what do you want me to say?" You sigh sipping on the green tea. At this point, the regret was coming up being honest. Not the regret that you sucked Taehyung off but the regret of telling this thing to Hoseok out of all people.

"Mun finally let off her dry sex life curse." He laughs swirling on the chair making you glare at him with a 'seriously?' look.

"Shut the fuck up, Seok."

"What? As if you had sex in a while. Blowjob was a step up in this curse, hun." He shrugs. He was honestly happy that you finally had something. With countless times of trying to put you up with someone who was eligible for you -according to him- he finally got a good news of you giving Taehyung a blowjob. He knows Taehyung is a great guy, just because he was a silver spoon that doesn't mean he's an asshole like most people might imagine.

"He invited me for the auction party on the weekend." You change the topic not wanting to talk about how you randomly sucked a guy off just cause he was nice, innocent and respectful towards you. Handsome too.

"Oh, did he?" He sips on the coffee leaning his back more on the chair of your office. "You must've entertained him quite nicely." Another tease left his mouth but this time it made you frown in confusion making your eyes divert from the desktop on which you were typing the updates for your patients to him.

Upon seeing your confusion, Hoseok takes a long sip of the coffee to clear his dry throat cause of the explanation coming up is long. Long enough.

"I mean, he doesn't invite anyone, y'know." He shrugs. "You must know by now how rich his family is - not that I'm trying to brag his lifestyle but if I was him, I would've bragged it a lot. The auctions he holds is not for everyone, especially not the people you meet first time. I knew you both would be amazing friends and I'm sure you gave him a good blowjob for him to invite you."

"Seok." You warn him with an eye roll to not bring the topic again.

"What!" He exclaims. Slumping back on his chair he raises his eyebrows playfully knowing he'll tease the shit out of you every darn time.

"I denied."

"You denied?" He frowns.

"Yeah, I've shift this weekend." You murmur and sip on the green tea which is starting to get cold. "I denied him politely at the dinner." You correct your words and  Taehyung gladly understood how not everyone is a silver spoon. He's thankful and glad to his parents for making his life easier and having enough money to do what he can right now. Follow his passion.

"Ugh, Mun, you should've just skipped work!" He whines like a freaking kid.

"As if!"

"Oh please, you skipped it on your five hours situationship guy's birthday."

"I was young back then!" Even the thought makes you cringe now. How young and stupid was it for you to skip your day of the medical internship for a guy who you don't even know the name of know.

"Shit." Hoseok stands up with his coffee after hearing the notification on his phone. The notification about the meeting with his senior for the hospital powerpoint on Friday. Powerpoint about one of the mental disorders to teach new staff (mostly nurses) about. Next week is your turn and you still haven't chosen the topic.

A topic which was interesting according to you was Schizophrenia. Still researching about it tho. "Gotta go, Mun. I'll see you after work." He murmurs rushing out of your room. You give him a wave and watch him walk out. Standing up you fix the chair he was sitting on to typical 30° angle. Just how you like it. Everything to be in order.

"Why are we here?" He groans. You look over his side profile, he sounds irritated by all of this bullshit you were providing him with. Bullshit. According to him Ofcourse yet his eyes showed something else, something you haven't seen in a long while.

Warmth. Maybe it's the sun glowing in front of you. Maybe.

"I thought it's a good idea for you to have freedom-" you turn your face back to the view in front, view of the sun slowly hiding away, patients from hospital walked around in their hospital gown with their given nurses. "-isn't this what you wanted? Freedom?"

He doesn't reply but just hums back. You're right. He did indeed needed, wanted this taste of freedom. Hasn't been to a park in a while due to the asylum he was admitted at before. Hasn't been to a park since his childhood because his mother wouldn't let him out to a park as punishment. Was only allowed to go once or twice a year.

"Parks are for kids," he murmurs under his breath, sounding not interested but his eyes told otherwise which you didn't notice cause you were too busy to look at the beautiful sunset happening. A frown creases your eyebrows but you don't turn around to look at him.

"Why does it matter?" You shrug, "Enjoy yourself till' you can."

"It does matter." He states. "You can't have this much fun at one time, worse when you're in a place like this."

You knew he was talking about the hospital but the comment of 'not having this much fun at once' made you frown. You turn to face him, he does the same. "What do you mean that you can't have this much fun at once?" You ask, confused.

Confusion appeared fully on the creepy dolls face. Makes him want to smirk and tease you but doesn't. "I mean, you're allowed to be at park at all the times?" He asks back.

You nod, "Of course, the park is a public place. You can be here for hours and no one would say anything." You state the obvious fact.

"Well, Ms.Doc, not everyone has a happy life you do." Makes you want to argue that your life wasn't exactly rainbows and unicorns but you stay quiet remembering he's your patient not your friend. He folds his arms across his chest and raises his eyebrows at you.

"My bad," you apologize, quick than he intended. Wasn't expecting an apology anyway. "How was your past two days?"

"Like usual, the doctor was nice tho." He tells you making you smile. Happy that he found the doctor nice. Kim Seohoo. The new doctor that you weren't aware of until this morning when you were looking at the reports of your patients. It was clear that Dr.Kim would take over your patients when you weren't here and vice-a-verse.

"That's good to hear." You speak fixing the button of your coat at 25° angle. "I heard you listened to him?" You lie a question with curious eyes. You needed a good report about Dr.Kim so that Jungkook wasn't uncomfortable with him.

"I can work with him when you're gone." He shrugs. "Anywho, he's less annoying than you."

"I'm glad to hear that being honest."

"Good,"

"Good."

Why would he want to care about your expectations when he can't even match his own. How can yoi be so okay with the idea of him calling you annoying. Now that was annoying to him. This also reminds him of how his mom made a big fuss when he'd cry for help from her. Before he even realized, words fall quick from his mouth. "You know if I told the same thing to my mom back then, she would've punished me."

"Punished you?"

"Punished me." He nods, voice getting a little tense. "I wasn't allowed to eat dinner and breakfast for the following day. She'd punish me." The anger in his voice was evident which made you listen to him fully, keeping your attention to his words. Having a thought to remember them to put in his file.

"I was ten when it all started," He continues. "and I know I was the problem cause my dad would never stop her. He was powerless under her gaze for some reason. What's even worse was that they were in love. He was - still is - in love with her. It hurts me."

"You're not the problem, Jungkook. Every child deserves a parent but not every parent deserves a child. Your parents loved you, your dad lov-" You reassure him but his anger was getting the best of him. Frowned eyebrows, he scoffs aloud cuttig you off.

"Love? Bullshit. If he really did love me, I wouldn't have to go with the bullshit his wife did to me." Hard to believe for him that his dad actually loved him. Hasn't seen his dad for a long time now and hates to see his mom who drops by every now and then.

"Believe me, Jungkook." You remind him the promise of yours, "I mean it when I say that every child deserves a parent. I'm not excusing your parents behaviour towards you, never will, but you have to let it go."

"Let what go?" He scoffs. "Fucking bullshit." He groans under his breath with a tsk.

"If your parents can't forgive you, you need to forgive them. What you went through was sickening and the result for all of it didn't come out too right or good either." You pause, forming words that would make better sense for this situation. "Let them go for your own freedom."

"What freedom? Huh?" His hand forming into a punch as he slaps the front of his thigh, anger waking up giving you a warning to fuck off amd stop giving him knowledge for this so-called 'freedom'.

"Freedom to what you have in future." You sigh, "They already ruined your past. Don't let them ruin your future either. Let them go."

"You're all bullshit." He mutters finally looking away from your eyes, the truth behind your words were big for him to understand yet. He knows you're correct about letting them go. He had to let them go or he'd go more insane day-by-day.

Knock on the wood thrice, or you'll die.

You knock on the bench thrice, the voice in your head was pretty loud to ignore and potential risk was even louder in those noises. Your mind is distracted upon hearing the announcement through the speakers, faint noise of the staff telling the patients to come out of their respective places to come and eat in the cafeteria.

"C'mon, let's go in." You stand up from, the bench as Jungkook does the same not wanting to talk with you anymore. His med time was also near and you were aware cause the way his face settled with a frown was clear enough that he'd go insane any minute.

A mission that you made in your mind was to make sure he knows the taste of freedom every now and then. You're sure that the moment you step in your room, you'd open the bucket list that you made for him to discover and then tick the 'park' box off.

And sure you do that. The first thing when you enter the room after dropping Jungkook off with another nurse and biding him bye, you tick off the 'park' box. It isn't easy for him to travel around and you'd need to ask for permission from authorities but you're more than ready to do it for him. For his taste of freedom.

Grabbing the purse which was resting on the table, you unzip it and pop a pill in your mouth with water in your hand to gulp down. You're aware that freedom costs much more than it intends to.

Yours costed your health and his will cost his youth. He already paid and is waiting for the product while you got the product with your payment due.

Payment to freedom. Road to freedom.

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[istansamwilsonbish]

I have returned to this blog to Yap about the boys....No I'm not gonna make sense. Mind the tags♡

Now that I've had hours to think on it.....Hughie should have actually fought with Annie in the Finale. No, not a fist fight or a breakup. But there should have been WAY more pushback from Hughie. And the fact there wasn't.....Is lowkey upsetting to me.

For one: Yes, I don't really care for Annie. Never really have, never really will. She's not my cup of tea. But this post ISN'T about bashing her. I think that Annie's lashing out makes complete sense. She's been kidnapped and was tortured for ten days. Shifter literally used the fact that Hughie proposed and she fucked him to torment her. I don't dislike Annie's reaction because it does make sense in that moment.

I dislike Hughie's reaction.

Hughie has been taking life like a champ this season. He seems to handle everything with grace. That's not a bad thing but everyone has their breaking point. And this feels like, from a narrative standpoint, should have been Hughie's. Within less than a month, Hughie had to deal with his family Trauma, killing his dad, having his personal business exposed(With the abortion, it is MORE of Annie's personal business. But Hughie was the father of that child, and they seemed to be in it together. It won't be as bad for Hughie, but of course, he felt something.), being sexually assaulted by Ashley and Tek, Almost being murder by Tek and threatened with more sexual assault. That's a lot! Now he found out that he was sexually assaulted again and his girlfriend was locked up who's know where for a week!

That's not mentioning that Hughie was also showing signs of a Trauma response. Hughie mentions constantly having sex with Shifter but Shifter initiated. Despite that, I read this more as Hughie being hypersexual in order to ignore his issues. Shifter initiating just made it easier on Hughie so he didn't have to do it himself. Which is a thing some people do in order to not get called out on that behavior.

After realizing that his Girlfriend has been replaced and he almost died(again), He gets to talk to Annie again. Annie snaps at him and Hughie defends himself a bit but goes into this whole tangent about how he also knew Shifter wasn't Annie? Or how he figured it out in the end? What?

For one, I don't really know what this information would do for Annie. Like I guess it would show how much Hughie loves the small things about her? But within this moment it feels like a nothing burger to me. For two, Hughie has every right to be straight up and actually defend himself. Like what the fuck did Annie expect him to do? Lashing out at him isn't fair because neither of them did anything wrong. And if not that, Hughie should have just left completely with an explanation that being a punching bag for Annie in this moment helps neither of them. Annie isn't in a good state of mind so she's not gonna care about Hughie's feelings. But that doesn't mean Hughie can't protect his own.

But they just completely skip over that with an "Lmaoooo Mens do like the Smexy sexy time! But he likes all the little things about her lol". Then they follow it up with Annie not apologizing. No. That wasn't an actual apology. Lowkey saying that you would still fuck someone and not breaking up with them, ISN'T an apology. She might have done it off screen because they go on to being cool by the end of the finale. So I'll give her that.

All of this just combines to a narrative that doesn't take men's mental health or assault seriously. Hughie should be a loving boyfriend, but it's perfectly fine for him to set boundaries and not be punched down on. This all gets worse because we saw the effects of Deeps' assault on Annie. It was a part of her development and treated pretty seriously. But when it's Hughie.....It's treated like a joke or a nonissue.

[iwanttobepersephone]

Here's the cookie recipe that my family, friends, and even my entire neighborhood are obsessed with but it's literally just the Nestlé recipe with some added sass

So, first things first, you're only gonna need two measuring cups for this, a 1/4 cup and a teaspoon. Sure, you could use a whole cup too, if you wanna do more dishes, but c'mon. You don't wanna do more dishes.

Take out a bowl, and plop in 2 1/4 cups of flour, or 9 passes of the 1/4 cup. Make sure you count because second guessing yourself on if you put in 9 or 11 cups is annoying

Now put in 1 teaspoon of baking soda, and 1 teaspoon of salt. Use the tea spoon to mix it because bringing out a whisk for this one step is just weird (why did my mom insist on me doing that like seriously)

Now you're gonna get your stand mixer and use that bowl, or if you don't have a stand mixer, go to Walmart and buy one. Or use a different bowl I guess idk

In that new bowl, you're gonna add 3 cups of white sugar. Then, you're gonna add 3 cups of BROWN sugar. You're gonna pack the brown sugar, though. Pack it in as good as you can. If you don't have brown sugar cause you forgot to buy it, just add an equal amount of white sugar. It's gonna look super pale but hey don't judge her it's just her winter shade

Now you're gonna add in a teaspoon of vanilla extract, and you're gonna try you're absolutely hardest not to spill, but you're still going to. It's ok I do it everytime and they still turn out pretty ok

Now you're gonna add some softened butter, but we both know you didn't take it out of the fridge, so just soften it in the microwave. Little tip from me: make it every so slightly melted for some good crisp on the edges with a chewy middle, it's so much better that way

And about here is where you realize you didn't preheat the oven, so why don't ya do it now? 375° F, idk how many degrees Celsius and I don't feel like looking it up. It should pre heat in time, probably, just take your time with the rest of these steps

You're gonna turn that mixer on and you're gonna mix it till creamy, got it? Find a spatula that's not flimsy and weird and push down the edges occasionally

Once it's creamy enough (literally just go with the vibes I have no clue what "creamy enough" actually looks like), add in 2 eggs. But do it 1 at a time! Crack one egg, realize how badly you did that, don't panic because the egg can smell fear, and fish out some egg shells if you need to. Mix that until the yellow dissappears and do it again

Now you're gonna add in the flour from the beginning, technically you're supposed to do it slowly with suuuper small amounts at a time, but I literally just do like 1/4 at a time. Just put your mixer on the lowest speed at first so you don't get a face full of flour

Then you're gonna add the chocolate chips in. I don't even know what the "reccomended amount" is because I never listened. Just pour in however much you want, listen to your heart

Now prep your pans with parchment paper and slap those babies in there for 10 minutes. Or, at least, 10 minutes in theory. About half the time 10 minutes does almost nothing and I have to pop em in for another 5.

And boom, you're done, you have cookies. Even if they suck, you have cookies. And bad cookies are always better than no cookies

[moon-spirit-yue]

Fought for Me

Chapter 8: The Best of Romances Deserve Second Chances

(Hey hey! Okay so I gotta be honest, this fic will not focus a whole lot on the reunification of Kumandra. I'm probably gonna make another fic on it, but this is not the one. This fic is purely for drama purposes. Omegaverse definitely isn't everyone's cup of tea so I'm just not focusing on the logistics. This fic (and all others) can be found on ao3! I'll also just post the ao3 link right after this for those who prefer it. The link to previous chapters will be on the ao3 link as well. Anywho, please enjoy!)

Raya began pacing the boat for what was probably the fiftieth time since everyone officially hopped on board. Boun had already dropped himself, Noi, and Tong off to their families. Namaari and Sisu decided to stay with Raya and go the full journey with her back to Heart. Her dragon friend is currently fast asleep without a care in the world.

"You're going to put a hole in that wood if you keep this up," Namaari reminded her.

"I'll put a hole through you, binturi," Raya quickly responded without any of the venom she usually possessed.

"I already got that covered," Namaari said while pointing to the, well, hole in her leg.

"You're right, I'm sorry, I'm very mean when I'm nervous," Raya sighed.

"Look, I get why you're nervous. You haven't seen your father in years, that'd be terrifying for anyone. But he loves you. The whole reason why he wanted to reunite us all was for you," Namaari reminded her.

"Well yeah, but the last time he saw me I was twelve. Now, I have a kid at age eighteen with a very nonexistent partner," Raya groaned.

Okay, technically the partner does exist. However, the partner is still unaware they're the partner so it doesn't really count.

"I'm sure that none of that is going to matter to him once he knows you're okay," Namaari assured her with a light squeeze on her should.

Raya was ashamed to admit to herslef that she missed the warmth of Namaari's hand once she let go. Maybe she'll just chalk it up to the fact that Raya is till soaking wet from her dive with Sisu and any warmth is greatly appreciated.

"You're probably right. I need to calm down," the heart woman sighed while anxiously fiddling with her wet hair.

"Of course I'm right. It happens much more often thank you think," Namaari told her with a grin.

"Don't get cocky, Undercut. You've only just started getting back in my good graces," Raya playfully warned.

"So I already landed a spot huh? And all I had to do was get shot. A small price to pay," Namaari laughed.

Raya resisted the blush crawling onto her face as much as possible and laughed along with the other woman.

"Just at a curiosity, who's with your alleged daughter since you're obviously not?" Namaari asked.

"The hell are you talking about 'alleged'? My daughter is completely real," Raya huffed.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Namaari smugly told her.

"Seriously? Of all the things I'd lie about, that's the one you're going for?" Raya scoffed.

"Hey, until I see the baby, she doesn't exist," Namaari said as if that makes perfect sense. "So who on Earth is with nonexistent baby?"

"Charanya is with very real baby," Raya said with the roll of her eyes.

"Wait, Charanya? Heart girl with long black hair always in a braid, permanent frown, hangs around Tien and is obviously into her?" Namaari asked.

"Huh. So you two have met. Yeah, that's her. We grew up together and we've been sticking by each other all throughout the Druun," Raya explained.

"Huh. Well, the two of us haven't really met. At least not formally. I just see her with Tien quite a bit but she's pretty antisocial. Given the fact that she's from Heart I never really questioned why. Wow. Who knew that the one person that may have actually helped me find you, a thief, was cozying up to my best friend," Namaari said.

"Well if it's any consolation, Charanya hardly knew exactly where I was. The best she'd be able to give you is which land I was in," Raya shrugged.

"That still would have been more information than anyone else could gather. You were very good at covering your tracks," Namaari told her.

At this, Raya smiled.

"So what I'm hearing is, I'm better than you in every way?" Raya asked, absolutely beaming.

"Okay, how is what I said even alluding to the message you got?" Namaari asked with a raised eyebrow.

God, it's so easy to mess with her. Charanya's going to have a field day once she figures that out.

"Well clearly you saying that I'm good at hiding means that you suck at searching. And if you suck at something as simple as searching then you probably suck at everything else," Raya said to elaborate on her personal thought process.

"You certainly jumped to a lot of conclusions there, Raya," Namaari drawled.

"I did jump off a cliff, it's part of who I am," the Heart woman responded easily.

"In heat, too. Seriously, how did you think that was a good idea?" Namaari asked with a frown.

"How did you think it was a good idea to fight me one on one when I was completely surrounded?" Raya shot back.

"I see you won't be letting that go any time soon."

"No, I don't think I will. And be warned, I tell Charanya everything. Prepare yourself because she's not going to let anything go either," Raya laughed.

"Just out of, you know, morbid curiosity, is Charanya your daughter's, um, other parent?" Namaari asked rather awkwardly.

The question made Raya laugh. As if! Even if it weren't genetically impossible, the concept of Raya having a romantic relationship with Charanya is utterly insane.

"Absolutely not. Besides, she-" Raya was cut off by the boat lurching. And boy, did it lurch hard.

Raya's body fell on the steering wheel, Namaari was thrown completely on her side, and Sisu woke up incredibly frazzled due to the movement.

"I SWEAR IT WASN'T MY FAULT-" Sisu yelled in a frenzy before realizing she was just dreaming.

"Huh. She wakes up guilty. That explains so much," Raya grumbled.

"Whuz happnin?" Sisu hastily rushed out.

"A nasty wave hit us. The boat's fine, but I personally would love to be sitting on a chair again," Namaari sighed.

Raya took that as her cue to help a pal out. She picked her own body off from the floor and went to Namaari's aid. The omega tried very hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of the alpha woman but in this proximity it was rather difficult.

Don't breathe her scent in like a creep don't breathe her scent in like a creep don-

"Thanks, Raya," Namaari said once she was upright on her chair once more.

"No problem," Raya smiled.

Oh there's a problem alright. The problem is that now that Namaari isn't an awful binturi it's so much easier to see all her good qualities. This included both mental and physical qualities. Why did the stupid alpha have to be stupidly attractive in her stupid white outfit? Life is so unfair.

Just steer the boat Raya. Steer until you get home with your father- oh damn the panic is back.

"Everything is going to be fine, Raya," Namaari calmly told her.

Great, now she can sense Raya's mood shifts. She's not too sure how she feels about this newfound Namaari ability.

"Aww, are you nervous about seeing your old man again?" Sisu asked.

"With good reason, yes," the Heart woman frowned.

"Oh c'mon, you know he loves you! He sacrificed his life for you!" Sisu reminded her.

"At least someone's sensible on this boat," Namaari drawled.

Sisu is many things, but sensible is simply not on the list. When Raya decides to speak again, she pointedly ignores Namaari's remark.

"I haven't exactly been an angel these past few years," was all Raya said.

Even if she was going to exclude the whole being a teen mother with no alpha in sight, she was still sorta kinda a bad person through the whole six years with the Druun. She's lied, stolen, and gotten in some pretty nasty fights. She's really not sure what her father was capable of forgiving.

"I think you're worrying too much. He'll just be happy to see you," Sisu said with a dismissive flick of her claws.

"That's what I said!" Namaari exclaimed.

"Oooo, same brain! Finally, someone to agree with me when Raya's being crazy!" Sisu squealed excitedly.

"I don't appreciate this sudden uprising against me. Charanya would never treat me this way," Raya huffed.

"Who's Charanya? Oh, is she Aulia's elusive mystery parent?" Sisu asked curiously.

"I asked that too! It's like you're in my head," Namaari gasped excitedly.

Oh god, Namaari is geeking out over Sisu. This is annoyingly endearing. All Raya knows is that she must prevent those two from teaming up at all costs.

"No, Sisu. It's as I told Namaari, Charanya is not Aulia's parent. Aulia's other parent is not in the picture," Raya explained somberly.

Hopefully sounding that sad and pathetic would make them both drop the subject.

"If that's the case then I'm certain you're better off," Namaari assured her.

Poor, oblivious Namaari. She was likely under the impression that the mystery person just abandoned them.

Wow, she now feels incredibly guilty hiding the fact that Namaari's a mother. Granted, she should feel guilty about it, but it was a lot easier when Namaari was nothing more than a thorn in her side.

"Maybe. Oh, Namaari, while we're on the topic of Charanya, I just feel like I should warn you. When I say I tell her everything, I mean everything. Including you," Raya stated.

"Oh my god, she hates me," Namaari accurately concluded with a loud groan.

"Only a lot," Raya nodded.

"Since we're in the spirit of warning each other, Tien is not your biggest fan," Namaari told her.

"Yeah, I could guess that," Raya sighed.

Raya took a certain petty joy in pissing off the great land of Fang. Given the fact that Tien's part of Fang's army and is on track to being on of the land's generals, she doesn't really love how Raya has behaved these past few years.

Understandable, of course. Raya loved making the Fang warrior's lives just a little bit harder. Plus, she knows that the army has wasted time and resources trying to track her down. It makes complete sense that Tien probably wants to punch Raya in the face.

Plus, from what Raya's gathered, Tien is Namaari's closest friend. Naturally, Tien would be against anything that caused Namaari so much agitation.

"Okay, what exactly have you guys been saying about each other?" Sisu asked.

"The truth," Raya and Namaari said in unison.

The two women looked at each other before laughing. It would appear they had more in common than they originally thought.

"People humor is so weird," Sisu frowned.

Light conversation circled around the three of them until they got to Heart's dock. Raya has the sudden urge to vomit. She really hopes Ba still loves her after all this.

"Breathe, it's going to be fine," Namaari firmly told her.

"Right. Fine. Totally okay," Raya plainly stated.

"Yeah, so I can hear you saying it, but I'm not entirely convinced you mean it," Namaari told her.

"Sass me again and I'm stealing your crutch. Try walking after that," Raya scowled.

"Okay, don't do that," Sisu began. "Namaari, you can't reason with crazy. She's just going to have to head down and see for herself that her father actually loves her."

"Seriously Sisu? I bring you back to life and this is the thanks I get? You know what? I'm getting off the boat now. I'm sure you guys can strategize how to gang up against me more effectively once I'm out of earshot," Raya huffed as she determinedly marched off the boat.

"Yikes. Someone's paranoid," Sisu said once Raya was a good distance away.

"And mean. Wait, she didn't actually take my crutch right?" Namaari asked when she came to the realization that she could no longer see it.

"Oh nah, you're good," Sisu said. The crutch was, thankfully, hidden behind a barrel. Crisis averted.

Raya was in absolute awe of all the people roaming the land of Heart. On one hand, it kind of freaks her out being surrounded by so many people. On the other hand, it amazes her that so many of these people wear blue. Heart's color. Her people have returned.

The very proud Princess of Heart kept on walking until she reached the very bridge she was thrown off all those years ago. On this bridge she saw him exactly as he was back then. Outside the crutch and bandage around his leg, of course.

It was her father. Chief Benja of Heart is finally in the flesh. It felt like she couldn't move. She was in awe over seeing him walking, breathing like a human being. All he was doing was picking up a discarded flag the best he could with an injured leg. Yet this simple action left Raya in awe.

Benja caught onto her stares and looked up from the ground and made eye contact with her. He let out an audible gasp and dropped the flag he was holding.

"Dewdrop?" he whispered, tears already in his eyes.

Raya let the tears she didn't even realize she was forming fall across her cheeks and ran over to him. To his credit, Benja did immediately rush to his daughter, but Raya covered ground much quicker with two unharmed legs.

When they finally met in the most memorable hug of Raya's entire life, she actually started to sob because of how warm her father is.

She would touch her father's statue several times these past six years. It was never for long due to how cold it was. The chill gave her no comfort so she had resorted to speaking to it only.

The fact that she can hug him and be enveloped in warmth means everything to Raya.

"Oh, my baby, I love you so much. I just can't believe it's been six years," Her father sobbed as he held her tighter.

"I love you too Ba. I can't believe it either. I missed you while you were gone," Raya choked out.

"I'm sorry I left," he responded.

"The very good news is that Kumandra isn't as crazy as we all thought it was," Raya smiled.

She shifted so that she was hanging off his left arm and pointed to the mass waves of people entering the land.

"How the hell are we supposed to feed them? My cooks have been stone for six years!" Benja hissed in her ear causing Raya to laugh.

Always the most perfect host, even in dire situations.

"Don't worry about it," Raya smiled.

Through the waves of people she saw Boun, Noi, and Tong were all with their own families. They waved as they walked by. Namaari walked by with her mother and gave Raya an encouraging thumbs up. However, Raya feels very thumbs down right now.

Ah well, now's as good of a time as ever.

"Ba, I have something really important to tell. I haven't been the best person around these past six years. I've stolen, like, a lot of things. I've been in my fair share of fights-" Raya rambled.

"Raya, I can confidently say that I could not care less. I'm just happy you're alive. Whatever bad things you did, you did to survive. I would want you to do it all over again if it meant you would be okay. There’s nothing you can say or do that will make me love you any less. It doesn't matter at all to me," her father assured her.

Okay, well she started off easy. Raya is pretty relieved to know that those not so minor offenses don't bother him.

"I promise that what I'm about to say next will matter quite a bit to you," Raya sighed, feeling incredibly nervous. Might as well just say it to get it over with. "Ba, I ended up pregnant and having a child. At eighteen. Out of wedlock. And super single. Like, no alpha in sight. Okay I know it sounds bad but I swear I didn't plan it I was very vulnerable and-"

Her father's jaw dropped as she rambled. Raya was scared to give him a chance to speak, worried he would take everything back.

"I'm a grandfather?" Benjas asked, tears welling in his eyes once more.

"Yeah," was all Raya could say.

Her father wrapped her up in a tight hug once more and now Raya finally felt air in her lungs. He was actually okay with the fact that she has a child. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulder.

"Well where is she? Or he? I have to meet my grandchild!" Benja exclaimed.

"She is with Charanya. Her name's Aulia. So you're really not upset at me for having her under these less than ideal circumstances?" Raya asked hopefully.

“Of course not! When I said it’s impossible to make me love you less, I meant it. I just wish I could have been there to support you,” her father sighed while squeezing her shoulders.

“That would have been nice,” Raya agreed while sniffling.

"Oh, Charanya! I've been trying to find her too, but I haven't had much luck. She must have grown so much," Benja sighed.

"Not really, that's the reason why you're having so much trouble finding her," Raya smirked.

Her father laughed at that and allowed Raya to guide him into the swarm of people entering Heart. It was one hell of sight seeing people from every nation mingling with each other after so many years.

Raya didn't really focus too much on those around her as she was trying to find Charanya and her kid. That did remind her that Charanya's mother and grandmother should have returned from stone so it's very likely they already reunited with her.

"Just look for Kim. She's the tall one. Hopefully they're all in one group," Raya told him.

Everywhere she turned, somebody was sobbing tears of joy after seeing their loved one alive once more. It was very heartwarming, but it was also very hard to find her own loved ones.

Then, she saw them all. Kim and Ai, Charanya's beloved grandmother and mother, were alive and well. And the girl that was practically leaning all her weight onto Ai was Charanya. And in Charanya's arms was Aulia. Her baby.

Raya tugged on her father's arm and pointed to the four standing right in front of them.

Kim was the first to notice them. A face of utter relief quickly came over Kim, likely very thankful that Raya and Benja were okay. Kim said something Raya was too far away to hear and pointed in their direction. Ai and Charanya both turned to make eye contact and before anyone knew it, the five adults of the group clamored together a giant hug.

"Oh, Raya, look at you! You look so much like your mother!" Ai smiled with tears in her eyes.

"I can't even believe how you've grown," Kim whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"Charanya, words can not describe how happy I am to see you," Benja grinned as he was crying along with everyone else in the group.

The five of them probably would have stayed in their little circle forever until Aulia squealed upon making eye contact with Raya. To her immense relief, Aulia reached out her cute little baby hands for Raya.

The Heart woman smiled as she held her baby in her arms, wiping away the tears so that her daughter wouldn't see. Raya had been so scared that her child would forget all about her in the months she was gone. Aulia smiled and rested her head on Raya's shoulder, letting her know her fears were completely unwarranted.

"So this is her? This is my granddaughter?" Benja asked in awe.

Charanya gave Raya a look, not entirely sure how much Raya's told him yet. Raya merely smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. Here she is. Hey Aulia, say hi to grandpa. Can you wave? Are we at that stage?" Raya asked giggling.

"No, she hasn't-" Charanya began.

She was cut off by Raya's genius baby waving at Benja. Charanya then gasped exicitedly.

"THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME SHE'S EVER WAVED!" Charanayed yelled hgappily.

"Don't even mess with me right now. Did I just witness a baby milestone?" Raya grinned.

"We all did," Ai laughed.

"Can I hold her?" Benja asked hopefully.

"I suppose I can let you two hang out," Raya agreed as she handed over her daughter to her father.

Admittedly, Raya didn't love the idea of letting go of her baby when she literally just got to see her again after what feels like eons, but she relented. Mainly because she desperately wanted Aulia and Benja to bond as soon as possible.

"Oh, hello young lady. It's me, your grandpa. Oh, you're so perfect. Yes you are. Just like your Ma," Benja cooed.

Aulia looked at Benja's facial hair in utter fascination and began rubbing her hands all over his face. Benja simply laughed and allowed the baby onslaught to continue.

Raya was thrilled the two were getting along so well. Then she felt Charanya tugging on her shirt.

"What's up?" Raya mumbled, realizing she would likely want discretion.

"We need to get changed. Now," Charanya bluntly stated.

Raya merely nodded. The shorter omega had that serious tone in her voice that meant something more was going on.

"Ba, Ma, Grandma, we need to change. Right now. I can't stand these clothes any longer," Raya said loudly to attract her family's attention.

"Me neither. I'm going to head up too," Charanya agreed.

Raya hadn't even noticed with all the happy feelings, but Charanya is also soaking wet. What, did she take a dip in the lake?

"Really? Do you need us to come with?" Ai asked worrieldy.

Raya and Charanya were adults. A fact Ai obviously knew. However, Raya did undertsand that she didn't want to be separated from them so soon.

"We'll be fine Ma. We're just going to the palace to take a quick bath. We'll be back so soon you won't even know we were gone," Charanya assured her.

"Alright. You girls be careful now. Don't lose each other," Ai reminded them.

"We're always careful, Ma," Charanya smiled as she kissed Ai's cheek.

The rather exhausted duo walked quietly through the sea of reuniting people. Once they were far enough away from their family, Charanya began to speak.

"There is a reason why I dragged you out outside of our wet clothes, obviously, but we need to wait for that until we're in private," Charanya explained.

"Well even I could have guessed that much," Raya huffed as she dragged Charanya along.

Raya and Charanya were both stopped on several occasions, greeting those who had been some of the first people to turn to stone. The palace was incredibly lively and they were already working on repairs to the castle.

Despite how nice it was connecting with her people again, Raya is itching to get out of these clothes and figure out what the hell Charanya wants to tell her.

"Wait, pause, where do you think we're getting spare clothes? All my things are still on Boun's boat," Raya inquired.

"Seriously? You came home and forgot to grab your shit?" Charnaya asked in a very judgmental manner.

"I'm sorry that the thought of my father disowning me when he found out I had a child out of wedlock distracted me from grabbing my belongings," Raya drawled.

"I suppose I can forgive you this time. And, well, one of the things I wanted to tell you is the fact that the boat we've been living is sorta kinda demolished," Charanya sighed.

There wasn't anyone around in the specific part of the castle, so they can express themselves more freely. Expressing herself to Raya meant a jaw dropped open,

"What, seriously?" Raya gasped, stopping her tracks.

This prompted Charanya to stop as well and confirm it. The place Raya experienced her teenage years in, where her daughter had been living, is gone. Rendered to pieces of wood on the bottom of the lake.

It was just a boat. It's not like either of them even had any claim to it. Even so, it was kind of heartbreaking that the place that held so many memories was now destroyed.

"Yeah. I'm honestly not sure what happened today, but Aulia was crying her damn eyes out for hours. She finally wore herself out when the sun rose so I took a nap as soon as she was down. I woke up because it felt like the boat was going through rocky waters, you know like waves you'd deal with at sea. Obviously, I knew something was wrong since, hello, we were in the middle of the lake. When I woke up, it was like bunch of water was being refilled in the lake so the movement made the boat start to capsize. I had to grab Aulia and abandon ship before we went down with it," Charanya explained.

"Okay, first things first, you're both okay right? Like, no water in the lungs or physical injuries? Was Aulia okay? She wasn't freaked out or upset, was she?" Raya frowned worriedly.

"We're both fine. I made sure her face never went under water or anything. Besides, you've met your daughter right? The little psycho loves water. The only time she started feeling upset was when we left the lake," Charanya said while rolling her eyes.

The eye roll didn't fool Raya, Charanya loves that kid more than she loves herself.

"That sounds like her. She's so fearless. She'll make an excellent chief one day," Raya smugly told her.

Oh shit. Aulia's going to be a chief one day. There's an actual land for her to run now. Raya has to raise a freaking chief. Suddenly, she's feeling a tad nauseous. Boy, is it getting hot in here?

"Sunshine? You okay?" Charanya asked with furrowed brows.

"Just the reality of everything starting to hit me. It never even crossed my mind that she'd have people to lead one day. Not realistically, at least," Raya sighed.

Charanya put both hands on Raya's shoulders and squeezed tightly. The shorter woman opened her mouth, probably to try and comfort Raya, but instead she just let out a big yawn. The duo stared at each other for a moment before breaking out into quiet giggles.

"Alright, let's go bathe before you fall asleep standing up. I think some of Ba's clothes are untouched, we can just take his," Raya informed her.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that! There's just something extra cozy about taking other people's clothing," Charanya nodded.

"I know right? Now let me tell you exactly why our boat capsized," Raya began.

She divulged into the full story of her adventures from getting the scroll to finding Sisu and managing to acquire all the gem pieces. Charanya interrupted her with questions dozens of times before they made it to Ba's room.

It looked exactly how Raya remembered it. Neither girl wanted to come back here when the Druun were roaming the Earth. The obvious reason was the fact that they had very little desire to get turned to stone. The other reason was that they couldn't stand to see the statues that were once people. Heart's palace with being utterly deserted was too much for them to bare.

Both girls rummaged through the closet to pick out their favorite Ba sized clothes. Once they grabbed what they liked, they rushed to the nearest bathroom and prayed everything would still work despite the fact that it's been years since it was used.

This specific bathroom had two tubs that were parallel of each other. To Raya and Charanya's relief, both bath tubs immediately started to run the second they turned the faucets on. With their backs turned, both women began to take off the very wet clothes they wore.

"You good over there?" Raya asked since she was fully submerged in the tub. The only thing Charanya would be able to see would be her head.

"Yeah, all set," the other omega confirmed.

Raya turned around to face Charanya. Her head was poking out above the water and she had already began to wash her hair.

"Okay, you and I need to get our stories straight," Charanya told her once she finished scrubbing her head.

"Kindly elaborate," Raya said.

Raya began to follow in Charanya's footsteps and began to wash her hair. It's been too long since she's been able to properly clean like this. Because no, spontaneous dives in random bodies of water do not count.

"What are we lying to our parents about? What are telling them? What half truths are we putting out? Especially when it comes to our girl that's slowly gaining adoring fans," Charanya explained.

She made a good point. Some things really shouldn't be said.

"We'll start with you since you have way less to hide," Raya nodded.

"Kay. Uh, I did already tell ma and grandma about the whole 'hiding out in the brothel' thing. They didn't care. The fact that I wasn't actually a sex worker probably helped. I don't care if you tell Ba about that, either. I haven't mentioned either of my heat partners, but honestly I think it's fine if that's brought up too. No one's exactly in a place to judge there," Charanya snorted.

Raya supposed it’d have to come out at some point. Charanya's heats were too painful and Raya's were long enough to the point where she legitimately exhausted. In the event they can't get their hands on the drugs that suppress the symptoms, they have no choice but to spend it with someone else.

Neither girls particularly enjoy talking about the heat partners they had for obvious reasons. Granted, it’s not necessarily something to be ashamed of as plenty of omegas and alphas have a difficult time going through a heat or rut solo at this age. Still, who the hell wants to announce this kind of stuff.

"Right. It was that one girl from Talon and the Fang girl when Aulia was born, right?" Raya asked. God, the days blurred together.

"Oh fun fact, I didn't actually sleep with the Fang girl, I just dreamt I did. It was super realistic. She just used her scent to soothe me to sleep, which does explain why I don't remember any pain. It's just the Talon girl. Your only other heat partner besides you know who was the girl from Spine, right?" Charanya questioned. Apparently her days blurred together too.

"Correct. Anything else you want to cover up?" Raya asked.

"Please, do not tell them about my whole thing with Tien. They're going to be nosy and I'm going to have a psychotic break. Also," Charanya hesitated a bit before continuing. "Don't mention my uh, heat before the last."

Raya sighed and pursed her lips. That particular heat was the exact reason why partners or drugs were necessary.

"Fine, but I really think you should tell them eventually," Raya conceded.

"I will. But just, later on once we're all more adjusted. That's about all I could need to cover up. Your turn," Charanya agreed.

"Okay. No need to mention the heat I spent with, uh, that girl. I'll probably mention the Spine girl later though. Obviously, Aulia's parentage is off the table. Ba knows I've done bad stuff, but he doesn't have specifics. As long as you're not recounting specific stories, it should be fine. I'm pretty sure that's it," Raya concluded.

"Good," Charanya yawned.

Raya was about to relax but immediately jolted forwards. There was one minor detail that Charanya really needs to know.

"Wait, I lied. Okay, so I told everyone that Aulia's a year old so that it doesn't align when that specific woman and I were together. There’s no way a one year old could be hers,” Raya explained like the genius she is.

“Strategic. I like it,” Charanya stated with a nod of approval.

Then a thought popped up in Raya's head. It was an insane thought, but who better to hear an insane thought than Charanya, who could easily be the chief of insane?

"Do you think I should tell Aulia's other mother about her?" Raya asked.

Charanya, who previously looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep, was now wide awake. She then gave Raya a look as if she grew at least seven new heads.

"That's a terrible idea!" Charanya hissed.

Wow. Okay. The Heart princess was not expecting such a severely negative reaction.

Charanya groaned and put pressure on her temples. A very tell tale sign that she's trying not to freak out.

"I'm sorry, that was extreme, but I stand by the general message. I mean, Kumandra is just starting. I hate thinking about Aulia as some political tool, but we can't ignore the fact that she's your daughter. Heir to the Heart throne,” Charanya huffed. “My point is, she’s also that girl’s daughter. Another heir to another throne. This needs to be handled delicately."

"Fuck me, I didn't think about the politics involved. This completely sucks," Raya groaned.

Maybe she should just drown herself in the tub and get it over with.

“And I’m sorry, I get that she’s supposedly reformed and all, but you really don't know her that well. What if she gets all pissed and tries taking Aulia away from us? She is an alpha, Raya. Many would say the she'd have every right to. Plus, even if you trust mother number two enough, what about Aulia's grandmother? What do you think she will do to retaliate?" Charanya reminded her.

Yeah, so Raya didn't think about that either. She is so screwed. She is so very screwed. Maybe Namaari doesn't have to know she has a kid! Maybe Raya can pretend like she magically came to be with child! Like one day it just happened! No sex necessary! That can be possible, right?

"Is it too late to change our names and run away? There's a cozy little village in Talon that'd suit us and our parents very well," Raya winced.

"I am not opposed," Charanya sighed. After a couple minutes of silence, she spoke up again. "You really think Namaari can be trusted?"

Raya paused for a moment so that she could think about she was going to say.

"Yeah, I do. She changed, from when we were kids. I told you, she saved my life more than once. The reason why she's hobbling around on crutches was from saving me. We established a peaceful meeting and she held up her end of the bargain, some Fang warriors followed. It wasn't her fault and she did do the right thing," Raya decided. "So I think she can be trusted."

Charanya gave her a very long stare before nodding and going back to scrubbing her hair.

"Alright. I'll accept that answer for now. I still don't like her," Charanya stated childishly.

Raya scoffed and rolled her eyes. Heaven forbid Charanya actually cooperate.

"Fine. That means I don't have to like Tien," Raya shot back.

Honestly, Raya really doesn't like her. The more she thinks about the whole situation between the two, the more irritated Raya gets. The woman's been stringing her childhood friend around for a solid two years. Maybe she's just overprotective, but Tien needs to grow a damn spine and be more direct or just back off so that Charanya can move on. The weird back and forth thing is only going to hurt her friend the longer it goes on.

"Deal," Charanya sighed. "And I hope you know I'm not saying you should hide the truth forever about Aulia's parentage. They both have a right to know. Hell, they might figure it out anyway if Aulia ends up looking too much like her. But I really don't think now's the time."

"You're totally right. Besides, I really don't know how much more I can take today," Raya sighed as she finished getting all of the grime out of her hair.

"You're telling me," Charanya snorted.

At that point there wasn't much washing left to do, so they emerged from the tubs and began to dress in clothes much too big for either of them.

"Braid my hair for me would ya?" Charanya asked now that they were both fully clothed.

Raya nodded and obliged. She was an excellent braider. If braiding was a profession and Raya wasn't set to be Chief of Heart, she could easily have gotten that job.

"Now that the serious stuff is sorted out, let's go!" Charanya grinned as she eagerly tugged Raya's arm.

"Slow down tiger, where's this energy coming from?" Raya laughed.

"Isn't it obvious? I have a ma again," Charanya beamed.

That was all the explanation Raya needed. The two took off and weaved through the crowd of people in order to find their family.

Boy did they find their family alright.

Conversing with Namaari and Tien's family. Sweet hell neither of them got a break. The two gave each other a look before putting on their brave faces and entering the chaos.

For the love of everything, please let this be a normal interaction.

"Oh good, you girls are-" Benja paused and gave them a full once over. "Are you two wearing my clothes?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" Raya and Charanya asked at the same time, really dragging out the the 'a' sound.

"We would never do such a thing," Charanya lied.

"How dare you accuse us, Father. I gave you a grandchild. Be more grateful please," Raya huffed.

Benja rolled his eyes but didn't press the issue because he genuinely didn't care. Both girls stole his clothes all the time growing up. Plus, Raya could see the small smile on his face when he noticed. He looked at Aulia cozying up to him in his arms and smiled brightly.

"Are you going to steal my clothes when you get older too? Are you going to be a thief like your Ma?" her ba cooed at Aulia.

"I resent that statement," Raya frowned.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Charanya and Tien begin their own conversation on the side with their families. Raya hadn't even realized Virana and Namaari had been speaking until her father nudged her.

"Huh?" Raya asked dumbly.

"I asked if you were okay. You zoned out for a moment," Namaari informed her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's been a long day," Raya admitted sheepishly.

"Indeed it has been," Viranan agreed.

Now Raya ahd to be honest with herself, she wasn't ecstatic about being so close to Virana after the previous events. So, Raya merely nodded and moved on.

"Hey Ba, I can hold her now so," Raya started, only for her father to pout.

So that's where Raya gets it from. Of course.

"Do I have to? Can't I have five more minutes?" her father asked.

"You realize she's not a toy, right?" Raya snorted.

"I know, but she's been around for a whole year and I haven't been able to hang out with her until now! Bonding is important," Benja firmly stated.

"Sure Ba, you can keep on holding her," Raya laughed.

The conversation had quickly become all about the baby. Benja and Virana ended up getting wrapped up in sharing their own experiences with raising their children.

"I say we spare both of ourselves the embarrassment and walk away now," Raya told Namaari.

"I literally could not agree more," Namaari nodded.

The two sped walk to a distance where they couldn't hear their parents, but they were still in their line of sight.

"I can not believe you actually thought your father would be upset. It's been what, twenty minutes since they met? She's got him wrapped around her finger," Namaari laughed.

"Admittedly, my fears were unwarranted," Raya shrugged.

This means Namaari was right. Ugh. Now that was a hard pill to swallow.

"You can admit you were totally wrong whenever you're ready, Raya. I'll be here for awhile," Namaari smirked.

What a fucking binturi.

"Bite me," Raya drawled.

Namaari opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted with Charanya dragging Tien over.

"Oh Tien, you know that friend I'm always telling you about? Well this is she! Meet Raya," Charanya said with a bright smile.

Raya waved. She opened her mouth to make some form of an introduction, but Tien beat her to it.

"Okay, pause. The friend you've been talking about all this time is Raya? Princess Raya of Heart? As in, the girl I have been trying to hunt down for months? That same Raya?" Tien asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're a quick study," Charanya confirmed.

"And you didn't think this is something I should know about?" Tien asked with irritation in her voice.

"Well I'm not a snitch, Tien," Charanya said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Raya had to physically bite her own lip to keep herself from smiling. At least Charanya would always have her back.

"We will be circling back to this later. It's nice to meet you under better circumstances, Princess Raya," Tien said as she bowed and made the gem symbol.

"There's no need for the formalities. Raya is perfectly fine," the omega smile politely.

Ugh, she can't believe she has to act polite now. Civilization sucks.

"Sure, Raya," Tien nodded politely.

At least it was obvious Tien didn't like being polite either. Raya wasn't expecting her to, if she was going to be honest. Alas, both Charanya and Namaari were important people in Raya and Tien's life, so coexisting would just have to do. And given the looks Charanya and Namaari were giving each other, they felt the same way.

"Well, in the spirit of introductions, Charanya, meet Namaari. Namaari, this is Charanya," Raya smiled.

Hopefully this would distract her from the annoyance Tien's presence gives her.

"It's a pleasure to officially meet you. You don't have to use my official title, it's odd hearing from peers," Namaari said while forming the gem symbol.

"Got it. Nice to meet you as well," Charanya said as she too formed the gem symbol.

However, Charanya was eyeing Namaari up and down in the most judgmental way possible. While it was hilarious, Raya didn't want to mediate. Time to say something that can make even the most vicious warriors calm down.

"So. I say we all grab a bite to eat. Who's with me?" Raya asked.

The other three were very quick to agree. The chefs had been hopping onto the cooking since the early morning so there was plenty of delicious food for them to eat.

In no time at all, the four of them were eating on a little blanket while their parents sat at table a few feet away from them. Raya finally got the chance to get her baby back from her father so now Aulia is sitting on Raya's lap as she eats.

However, Aulia got bored and crawled out of her mother's lap and gravitated to Namaari. Immediately, the alpha's face beamed when she noticed Aulia was moving to greet her.

"Oh hello, sweetheart. Look at you, moving so fast. You must get that from your Ma," Namaari cooed.

Deciding that she quite enjoyed the compliments she was receiving, Aulia crawled right onto Namaari's lap. Namaari didn't mind at all but seemed a tad unsure of what to do.

"You can hold her, you know. She doesn't- wait, no. She does bite. She is a biter," Raya told her.

Namaari clearly didn't mind the biting warning and scooped Aulia up to hold her in her arms. Raya was very amused to see Namaari respond to Aulia's mindless babbles as if it was an intelligent conversation.

Kind makes Raya wonder what life would have been like if-

Nope. Not going there.

"Hey, she's a year old right?" Namaari asked out of the blue.

"Yeah, her first birthday passed a few days ago," Charanya falsely confirmed.

"Huh," Namaari hummed.

"Well what's that supposed to mean?" Charanya asked with agitation in her voice.

And now Ranya's starting shit. That is so typical of her. Raya wondered if Tien was going to step in, but she was like Raya. Very amused and wants to see how this plays out.

"I didn't mean anything by it. It's just she's a tad small for a one year old," Namaari easily replied.

"Well I've been the only one feeding her. Are you trying to suggest I've been malnourishing my god daughter?" Charanya frowned with narrowed eyes.

Raya mentally willed Namaari to look at her so that she could shake her head. Charanya is completely, without a doubt, baiting Namaari. If Charanya finds out just how easy it is to mess with Namaari, the Fang alpha will never know peace.

Unfortunately, true to her character, Namaari took the rather obvious bait.

"No, of course not! What I mean to say is-" Namaari rambled out before getting cut off by Charanya's laughter.

"Relax, I was messing with you! Who would have guessed the Princess of Fang would be so easy?" Charanya giggled.

"I tried warning you," Raya shrugged when Namaari gave her a hopeless look.

"In what way? Inquiring minds want to know," Namaari scoffed.

"In my mind, duh," Raya stated.

"I see why you two have remained friends for so long," Tien said while looking between Raya and Charanya.

"Don't be crabby just because you don't understand how cool we are," Charanya smirked.

"Don't even start-"

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The four girls had a surprisingly pleasant evening despite the obvious animosities certain people held for other certain people. Even if the evening was pleasant, Raya was still beyond relieved to get to bed.

Charanya and her family were staying in one of the guest rooms of the Heart palace due to the fact that their original home was destroyed by the Druun years ago. Charanya attempted to protest but all Raya had to say was that Aulia would miss her and suddenly she had no arguments.

Raya's got a long life of using her daughter to get her way. It sounds awful, but it's for the good of the world.

Besides, Raya knew for a fact Charanya was comfortable. She walked by the room they were all staying in and Charanya was curled up against her mother. She was dead asleep and purring her little heart out. Raya can not remember the last time she heard Charanya purr before this. It was too long given how a purring omega is a happy one. Raya made sure to close the door before she wondered to her own room.

Well, her father's room. As of right now, same difference.

Raya had Aulia's crib set up in her father's room where she would also be sleeping. Though neither Raya nor her father really discussed it out loud, being too far away from each other right now was simply not an option.

Aulia passed out almost immediately when she got into her crib, which is a blessing in it's own right. She must have been exhausted from the very exciting day she had.

Raya hopped into bed and saw her father walk in only a few moments later.

"Damn, I thought beat you here," Benja huffed.

"I'm too fast for you old man, admit it," Raya giggled.

"Whatever. Scoot over," he huffed.

Once Benja was settled, Raya rested her head on his should and closed her eyes. She made sure to be cautious of his bad leg when adjusting herself to be more comfortable.

"Hey Dewdrop?" her father whispered.

"Wassup?" Raya mumbled, already feeling sleep tug at her.

"I realize that the situation with Aulia's other parent is delicate and you don't want to talk about so I'm only going to ask one question and I will drop it forever until you're ready to tell me. Is the parent still alive?" Benja asked.

"Yeah. Still alive," Raya tiredly confirmed.

She can't see the harm in answering that question.

"Why do you ask Ba?" Raya yawned.

"Because I wanted to know if there was hope for the chance to beat their ass for hurting my little girl," Benja stated.

Ah. She should have known.

"Seriously? For the record, I could totally beat them up myself."

She'd know. She's done it many tines before.

"Well obviously, but it's my right as an alpha father to beat everyone up that makes you upset."

"Would you like a list?"

"Yes."

"I was kidding, Ba."

"I wasn't."

"Goodnight, Ba."

"Goodnight, Raya."

[kinardsevan]

10 TV Shows

Tagged by @v88sy. Please feel free to join.

Veronica Mars

I love a lot of procedurals, but this one found me at 19 and stole my soul. I love Kristen so much and refuse to accept that the final few minutes of season 4 exists. This is my ultimate rewatch, s1 all the way through. (Still haven't finished s4 though because of its ending).

2. Castle

Again. 19. Found this one in the same year, found out it was a crime procedural with a writer as the protagonist. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.

3. Law and Order (original recipe)

I've only seen from s13 on because of the limitations with NBC streaming options, but I do love Jack. Dick Wolf found lightning in a bottle with this franchise.

4. Criminal Minds

(have we sensed a theme here yet?)

Guess when I found this one? (Still 2011.) My mom loved Shemar Moore on Y&R when I was a kid, so starting this one was easy. She doesn't get into the borderline gore and horror of CM though, so she'll really only watch the lighter episodes. Me? Seen everything up through 15 (school and work have kept me too busy for 16 yet).

5. 9-1-1

SOMETHING FROM AFTER 2011?! Found this one in the pandie. My best friend was watching it (we'd talked about it a few times from what I recall), and I know my mom was already into it and I had plans to watch it, but I was already in school, and 2019/20 was rough on my mental health between my job closing its doors, the pandemic starting, and me being back in school. Buck has literally always been my favorite. He's who I relate to most, and given the focus I put into the most recent rewatch, it's obvious why. We have a lot of things in common, both personality-wise and with childhood trauma. That all said, I've had spurts and starts with this baby. Started it in 2020, got caught up. Went through the mess of school taking over my life and falling off here and there, playing catch-up. I know I was fairly caught up in season 6, but post-infection with the brain damage, I kinda had to do the full rewatch this year.

6. Grey's Anatomy

Quite literally grew up with this one. My aunt told my mom, who told us, and then by season 3, the whole family was watching. I fell off for a beat when Mark died (he was my favorite), but then really fell off when Derek died. Only started playing catch up when I found out about Nick and the fact that Ellen wanted to leave the show. I knew they'd give her a happy ending (of sorts), which drove me to watch everything I'd missed (plus my mom still watched even when I quit, so I knew about Deluca, who she loved).

7. Nashville

Loved this one basically from the jump. Anything with music has the opportunity to steal my soul. It's also one of the reasons I can't get into the hate for Abby on 9-1-1. This show made me loved Connie Britton too much.

8. Schitt's Creek

So this one 😂😂😂 I think I started Schitts Creek three(?) separate times? Never got into it. The humor was too dry, I didn't really feel anything about it all, and...idk. It was just not my cup of tea.

And then my life went to shit 😂😂😂 In all seriousness though, this was one of those shows that I can point to and say "this one saved me". The way it made me laugh in the face of some really unimaginable pain and an existential crisis is something I will never forget. Definitely due for a rewatch this summer.

9. One Tree Hill

So. I started this show in season 2. Went out of my way to watch it after starting The OC halfway through both shows inaugural seasons. Literally everyone I knew didn't give two craps about this show then. They didn't care when it was nearly cancelled after season 4, and how hard the fans fought for season 5. Most of them didn't even really care after season 6 when CMM and Hilarie Burton were cut from the show. Nah, most of the people I know found OTH when it hit streaming a few years ago. I have complicated feelings about it now, given what we know about how MS treated the girls, and all of the trauma inflicted on them. I know that SB, HB, and BJL all support us still watching, but it's rough for me to contend with that even so.

10. Pretty Little Liars

So..... I haven't watched this since it ended. It started when I was 17/18, so I was easily sucked in by the teacher/student concept and fell in love with Ezria. I also had watched American Juniors and knew who Lucy was (and subsequently lusted after her making music for AGES; still do). However, being a full-fledged adult now with babies in school (my niece is in HS now), I can't justify how problematic this ship is.

BONUS:

11. Instant Star

Soooo a generous chunk of people know who Tim Rozon is now because of Schitts Creek and Wynona Earp, but have they seen this baby? Because I started this one after remembering Alexz Johnson from So Weird when she eneded up on IS in 2004. This was the show that got me through the end of of middle school and into high school, and I still listen to the music occasionally. I've done a few rewatches of it as an adult, and while I still don't like the age difference, these two at least waited until she was 18.

[true-blue-sonic]

Hello, Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

For the Ask Game: Blaze

do I like them:

Blaze used to be my favourite character when I first got into Sonic, and she's still my favourite female character of the whole cast. So yep! ^-^

5 good qualities:

Even though she is a princess, she never lets that power get to her head. Instead, she treats her responsibilities with the utmost seriousness, and we can see in Rush Adventure that her subjects adore her.

Once she has become available in Rush Adventure, the player has NO reason to EVER play with Sonic anymore (except for the obligatory minigame islands, iirc?): Blaze's jump is so much higher, she's got flame resistance (hello, Sky Babylon), and I never got the feeling she is even remotely slower than Sonic or has a slower-raising Tension Gauge. Blaze's gameplay is superior in every way; change my mind.

Speaking about fire, pyrokinesis! Love myself some psychic powers :> I also like how the drawbacks of possessing such powers are touched upon, with Blaze being isolated due to her duties and because people fear her powers(?), and then furthermore also inflicting that isolation on herself and rejecting friendship. It's a surprisingly realistic description of what it would be like to have such powers in a world where no-one else does, in my opinion.

Sonic Rush has an amazing storyline: sweet, touching, interesting, and simply plain fun! I couldn't have asked for a better game for Blaze to be introduced in, not to mention she plays just as good as/even better than Sonic himself.

I honestly can't recall ever disliking one of her voice actors, even though she's undergone some changes in those over time. They don't all sound the exact same, but I feel like they all give Blaze a voice that nicely fits her.

3 bad qualities:

Does she have a family? Does she have parents or other kin who rule over the kingdom while she is away on adventures? Eggman Nega states it was her royal family who kept the Scepter safe for ages in Rush Adventure, but no mention is made of whether they are alive or not. Blaze herself states she 'has always been alone because of her powers' in Rush, so just what is going on with her family?

It's also hard to think of any for her, just like with Espio... Maybe, for a character who is often linked with Silver, it would be nice to actually see the two build up the friendship they had in 06? I feel like it would make their team-ups be a bit more believable than just 06 nostalgia.

favourite episode/etc:

Sonic Rush! I also like the final boss of Rush Adventure, with Sonic telling her she has to keep a level head as Princess of the Sol Empire to protect her people.

otp:

Used to be Silvaze, currently none.

brotp:

With Silver!

ot3:

Also none.

notp:

And none!

best quote:

Her speech from Sonic Rush in her storyline when fighting Sonic and the aftermath always touched me; even without voice acting, it is raw and full of emotion without diving into angst territory, in my opinion. It also helps that it is short but sweet, and it gives a good explanation just why Blaze is so opposed to having friends. And afterwards, when Sonic gives her his advice, she listens! For me, it very nicely shows off her character development over the game.

head canon:

Has learned over time to use her pyrokinesis for more mundane things, like heating up a cold cup of tea or starting a fire in the fireplace with little issue. She used to dislike doing that before meeting Sonic because she felt that was a banal use of her powers, but she's warmed up to the idea that they exist to make life easier for her and others, and thus can be used for the simple and more unimportant things as well.

[iceofqueensword]

Oh, man. 10 of fucking November I was saving it as a draft. Only now I got to post this whole thing! I seriously need to get my priorities straight. I like to write stories and to paint, I like stupid jokes, and all this stuff seemed to disappear a bit from my life currently. A huge bit (yeah, I know, this sentence doesn't make sense). So I want to go back on track with all the ideas I had in mind when I created this blog. Otherwise... I noticed, how lately I only do what exhaust me. Some things are out of my impact, some are not. Choosing what to write is definitely one of those I can change. It looks like a grandma's page, istg. Becoming a boring official-like page. Meh :/

Reality check 😆

I don't know why, but Jongho does have an impression of a usual person. Like... Whenever I look at Jongho promo photos, I see a photo of the best student at school/ best worker in the company 😭 Your Asian parents are pointing at him and telling you: see? You should be like him. Try harder. I don't why, please, don't find it offensive 😅 Come to think of it, being the best student is not usual... 🧐 This impression disappears on stage completely 😌 Jongho, you ARE a celebrity, don't worry 😆

In my dream about past life, where I saw many idols studying at the same school, Yunho interrupted Seonghwa, when he was about to kiss a girl he liked 🌚 I guess it added some antipathy 😆 Yunho came into room, asked loudly: "Hey, guys, what's up?" - and the atmosphere was broken. Seonghwa didn't talk to Yunho for a week. 😆

...

Well, I don't know about king's face, but I can imagine them being different types of killers. 😁

Hongjoong:

Tried to murder a person once. Pretended to be drunk by spilling alcohol on clothes and starting a fight. Got stabbed instead, ended his murder's career before starting, having a small business, fine like this. He likes to listen to friends' stories, when they are talking about their job.

San, Yeosang:

Scheduled a meeting with object at 4 PM. Killed without anger, emotions, simply doing a job. Even feeling guilty a little.

— Sorry, buddy. Gotta feed my family.

Yeosang to San:

— You could find a normal job. It's not necessary to kill people to live.

San, pouting:

— Did you see prices for child products?! No way I can feed my daughter with "normal" job! Don't you have a daughter also?

Yeosang, laughing:

— I do. And I want to buy her a new toy until the store is closed. Hurry up.

Wooyoung:

Becoming close with object. Talking to a victim a lot, speaking about everything that other people are talking about the object.

— Your wife is cheating on you with her coworker.

— R-really?..

— Yeah! They are doing it for two years already. Your daughter thinks you are a complete loser! She is laughing at your cheap gifts with her friends.

— Oh...

— And you know what? — added Wooyoung, while stirring poison in a cup of tea. — Your best friend never liked...

Wooyoung stopped stirring a drink and looked at the dead body. He sighed loudly, called his boss.

— I am sorry... I failed again. Boss, I will do better next time! What? No, he is dead. But I didn't kill him. I was just talking... Prepared a poison... And I looked at him, he already did it himself. Okay. I don't deserve a raise... Thank you.

Yunho, Mingi:

Mingi is living with Yunho. He is doing all the chores. Never killed a person in his entire life. Just like Alfonso Elric, always misunderstood for Yunho, the most scaring killer. Killing painlessly? Call him. Killing after hours of tortures? Call him, Yunho would do it with even more enthusiasm. And pretty smile.

Mingi, opening a door, wearing a white T-shirt with red stains, holding a knife:

— What do you want?

A person, who was standing behind the door, slowly sat on the floor.

— Y-you must be Yunho, r-right?

Mingi, innocently:

— Ah, no! Yunho! It's your guest!

Yunho, wearing a t-shirt with puppy, smiling happily (because of an exciting new work):

— Yes?

A guest, not believing his eyes:

— Um... Then what are these stains?

Mingi, embarrassed, looking at his clothes:

— Sorry, I was cooking...

Seonghwa, Jongho:

Seonghwa is working as a psychotherapist. He is listening to victim's worries a lot. Then offering a poisoned cookie, a lot of those are lying on a plate in the room.

Waiting for Jongho, who will get rid of a body.

Jongho is a policeman. Covering his friends all the time. Wannabe priest. Telling his friends, that killing is bad. Ending up helping them anyway. After all, Jongho morals are telling him, that helping friends is more important than saving unknown people.

— You will burn in hell, — said Jongho to Seonghwa, who was lying in a bathroom.

Seonghwa, diving deeper into hot water:

— I already do. Would you be so kind to make me a tea?

— With a cookie? — asked Jongho sarcastically.

Seonghwa, laughing:

— You don't know a recipe. Just tea.

[oddaodd]

· Wailing Teapots ·

Summary: When Tommy begins suspecting of Y/n's true allegiances he goes and questions her in her apartment only to discover a dark secret. (Angst/Fluff)

Warnings: Implications of abuse. (Nothing too graphic but just in case).

Author's note: I'm back! It feels so good to write again! My life has been a bit hectic lately, but I hope I can continue to make time for my writing because it honestly feels like coming back home after the most exhausting of voyages. Anyhow I hope y'all enjoy this and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

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Three strong knocks on the door stole Y/n’s attention from the live fire burning in her fireplace. With quiet feet she tiptoed to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob and stood still hoping to hear something that could tell her who it was behind the door, but she could only hear her own heartbeat beating violently in her ribcage as she held her breath.

She slightly hated herself for being afraid, but she couldn’t not be afraid, not with all the letters that had been delivered to her home.

“I know you’re in there Y/n”

As soon as she recognized the voice as Tommy’s, she finally breathed again before partly opening the door a weak smile gracing her features when she took in the sight of him. Before she could ask him what he was doing there he pushed the door open and allowed himself inside.

The smile vanished from her face in an instant and she quickly closed the door. There was something different about him, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up in trepidation. His eyes didn’t look like they had done a few nights prior when he took Y/n to the outskirts of town for a walk. The kind of walk in which one shares the kind of conversations that makes people grow closer together, the kind of walk which ends with a gentle kisses and fleeting touches.

“This is a nice place” he commented taking off his peaky cap, not even sparing Y/n a glance as he began walking slowly through the apartment which though small and plain held a considerable amount of expensive yet tasteful looking knick knacks that brightened up the whole place despite the old furniture that had beed there when Y/n first moved in.

“You couldn’t have waited for a formal invitation, could you?” She asked in a light tone still standing by the door, in the hope that it could change Tommy’s odd aura, but he ignored her question all together

“Almost too nice, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked picking up a vase and examining it before finally turning to look at Y/n.

“Tommy?” She asked, not really knowing why was he acting so strange.

“I know I pay you fair wages” he began, putting the vase down fixing his eyes on the fireplace where small traces of burnt paper rested “but I highly doubt you were able to make yourself of such an array of treasures with what I pay you.”

“All of this came with me from America.” She said feeling like she ought to explain herself and though her answer was an honest one, Tommy didn’t seem convinced, nevertheless, he hummed in mocking understanding before clearing his throat .

“Aren’t you gonna offer me tea?”

“Sure…where are my manners?” she said with a nervous laugh before walking to where her stove was and putting a kettle on.

Tommy followed her closely and drew a chair from her flimsy kitchen table before sitting down and taking notice of her shaky hands as she tied around a bit in the kitchen with her back to him as he sat on her favorite chair.

“Wish you had told me you were coming, I would have..”she began as she opened her pantry to put away some bread.

“You’ve been burning letters” he interrupted, not being able to shake off the image of the paper remains.

Y/n stilled for a moment before closing her pantry, thing which he noticed.

“Yeah, I don’t have the room to keep every single letter I get ” Y/n said, a defensiveness lingering softly in her words.

“I agree” Tommy said in a cold tone “specially when you are getting so many of them. Paul tells me he delivers at least 10 a week here” he continued, referring to the mailman who after being questioned by Tommy forgot all about post confidentiality.

“They are my mother’s” Y/n stuttered out.

The teapot then wailed, making her jump slightly before going to remove it from the stove and finally turning around to go and pour Tommy a cup.

“Right” Tommy said, his eyes not leaving Y/n’s figure as she poured the tea.

“Yeah, she’s ever so passionate about plants, been telling me all a-a-about her new greenhouse.” She continued pressured by Tommy’s heavy stare and silence.

Tommy offered a small cynical smile that Y/n didn’t see, she didn’t want to look at him. She felt like crying for she realized just then how suspicious she looked.

The sound of the chair being drawn again teased at Y/N’s ears, forcing her to look up at Tommy who was calmly walking towards her. She had never been afraid of him, but she couldn’t help but back away as he inched closer to her, her eyes widening.

“Who is Clyde Attenborough?” He asked producing another letter from his pocked like the many ones Y/n had been receiving for a while now. Same stamps and everything.

Color drained from her face at the sight of the letter and she found herself unable to produce an answer as her back came in soft contact with her pantry.

“What does he know? He asked.

“Where I live” Y/n whispered sorrowfully as a tear finally slipped down her cheek. Her eyes being for mercy.

“What have you been telling him?”

“Nothing” she answered truly.

“I bet he pays generously to know how the company works”

“I swear im not working for anyone else” Y/n stuttered, finally understanding why Tommy was so suspicious. Being his secretary, she knew plenty about the skeletons the family kept.

“Then why are you crying?” He pressed.

“Because you’re scaring me.”

Her words seemed to have an effect on Tommy for he immediately backed away, throwing the letter on the table, his back to her.

”I’m not gonna hurt you” he stated, beating himself up for corralling Y/n like that. His voice much less menacing than mere seconds ago. “Who is Clyde Attenborough?”

“I haven’t been honest with you” she finally confessed sniffing. To hell with everything.

At this Tommy turned around to look at her an unpleasant mix of emotions swimming in his eyes.

“Im married” she sobbed “Clyde’s my husband”

For the first time in a long time, Tommy was caught off guard.

“I came to Small Heath because I ran away from him, I figured he’d never find me but..” She said taking the letter in her shaky hands as if the thing were to blow off in any given second “I guess I was wrong. I-I don’t know how he found me”

She shifted her teary gaze from the letter to a shocked Tommy “I swear im not passing information” she chuckled sadly, the knot in her throat choking her a little.

Tommy stood glued in the same spot, not knowing what to do. His world had come crashing down when he began suspecting of Y/n’s alliances after Polly suggested he look into it. A pretty American girl, moving to a grey English town, taking up a job that was exhausting at best. It reminded him a little too much of Grace.

Now that he knew the truth , he didn’t feel any better.

“Is he dangerous?” He found himself asking after a few seconds of silence.

Y/n sniffed as she walked to her fireplace “I wouldn’t have left if he wasn’t” she said as she threw the letter into the crackling flames.

“Is he in Birmingham?”

“He keeps writing that he’ll come get me if I don’t go back, but im not sure” she answered.

Tommy fought the urge to go up to her and take her in his arms and instead put his peaky cap back on before heading for the door.

“I’m sorry” he whispered before stepping out of her place, The guilt of intimidating her in her own house gnawing at his insides and the newfound anger her husband created present on his drive home.

The next day Y/n noticed as she peeped out the window two men, both in peaky caps standing at the entrance of her apartment complex.

Three more days passed and Y/n was again surprised tby the sound of three knocks on her door as she read one evening.

“Its me, Y/N” Tommy’s voice flowed through the door shortly after the knocks.

Y/n quickly got off her couch and made her way to open the door. Her eyes falling on Tommy’s apologetic features.

“It’s dealt with” he said in all seriousness. The thick accent she loved so much vibrating through her ears.

As soon as she registered what Tommy had just said she let out a strained breath, her lips turned into a tired smile and a lone tear slipped out her misty eyes.

“Wanna come in?” She asked after a few seconds, feeling happier than she had felt for days.

“Is this a formal invitation?” He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips, relieved that his antics from a few days prior hadn’t maimed Y/n´s trust.

At his question she just smiled, looking at him lovingly before taking hold of his hand and pulling him into her apartment before pressing her lips to his in a soft yer passionate manner. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy then closed the door.

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @lilymurphy03 @slytherinicequeen

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Hello 👋 just curious could we get a julieta and augustin smutty where julieta is on her period and augustin read somehwhere sex helps cramps. Where shes reluctant but her cramps are so painful she accepts his offer

Listen. Lowkey I love period fucking to DEATH (seriously in 'the north water' tag, I wrote some NASTY shit on it), so when I tell you I hopped on this like the fattest dick-

Augustín hated not having his own gift. Aside from the obvious reasons, he hated that he couldn't be more helpful for his family, ESPECIALLY his wife. You've never seen a woman work harder than her. Cooking, loving, cleaning, healing, she did everything a mother and a wife should, and then some. And here HE was, constantly getting stung or falling over on himself. He wanted to do more for his wife, especially now. She was usually a resilient woman, but her period was absolutely KILLING her. She couldn't even get out of bed. Thankfully, Félix volunteered to handle the cooking for the most part.

"Bro? Bro, focus."

He snapped out of his thoughts as soon as Félix waved a hand over his face. He was busy with Mirabel, who agreed to wash as he cooked, sweet girl she was.

"Sorry I was just. Thinking."

"Well thinking, more plating. The one thing you wanna do when a woman's on her period- feed her. Unless she's nauseous, then don't even let her smell that shit."

"Here, Pa."

Mirabel helped him get a tray ready. Full of chicken soup, a cup of fruit absolutely doused in sweet cream, and of course, tea. Mirabel knew exactly which kind she needed, and even made her a whole pot. Augustín couldn't help but smile at her, just so full of pride.

"You know, despite not technically having a gift, you heal and love JUST like your mother. You know we're both proud of you, right?"

She tried to roll her eyes, pretending to be too cool for it, but that smile betrayed her.

"I know, Pa. You tell me everyday."

"What if you forget? I'd never forgive myself."

Félix snickered, squishing her cheeks in his big hand. Even though she wasn't his daughter, he loved all of his nieces as if they were.

"She'd make for a LOVELY wife- I'm telling you mija, you say the word, I'll find you a nice boy!"

"Tío I'm not-"

"I could find you a nice girl, maybe?"

"I mean both are solid but-"

"I'll keep an eye out, got it."

He stepped back upon Augustín's mild 'watch it' look, though his grin showed no regrets. Augustín leaned in to kiss her forehead, hoping that was enough to show his love for his angel.

"You date who you want when you want. Don't let Félix set you up, he won't stop."

Félix tried not to snort. He liked playing match maker, just like Pepa. He covered Mirabel's ears for a moment, actually showing a moment of privacy for once.

"You're just mad because Jules on her period is scary. You know you could like, fix those with orgasms, right?"

Augustín scoffed, taking what Félix was saying with a grain of salt. He loved Félix like a brother, and he'd never intentionally lead him astray, but he'd say some wild things to get him laid.

"Félix."

"No no, I'm serious! Why do you think Pepa hasn't killed us all by now? Orgasms like. Make shit relax. And Pepa is like, WAY more horny than usual on her period. Plus you know, free lube-"

"I'm going to go feed my wife."

"I'm just saying! Give it a shot!"

Augustín left, thinking about what he said. Having sex with her on her period? He never thought about that. It just seemed so messy and it sounded like something she'd bite his head off for even offering. But that wasn't important. He pushed his way through her door, and was V E R Y careful about traversing the dimly lit room. Too much light was giving her headaches. He somehow made it up her stairs without falling, and he sighed in relief as he sat the tray on the nightstand. He lit the candle by her bedside, and used it to illuminate her face. She looked up at him in her little nightgown, frowning.

"Is everything okay out there? Is anyone hurt?"

"No one is hurt. And if they are, we still have your leftovers. Come here, eat mi vida."

"Ow ow ow..."

She muttered as she sat up, and even in the darkness, he could see her face. That action definitely came with a waterfall of blood. He set the tray in front of her, and she immediately helped herself to the creamy fruit. He helped pour her a cup of tea, and held her hand when she winced In pain.

"The medicine I gave you didn't help?"

"No. And I haven't been able to sleep. Augustín, I don't mean to complain, but esto es horrible. I'm leaking everywhere too, I feel gross."

He hated seeing his wife like this. The healer, unable to be healed, even by her own food. He thought about it for a moment, before bringing her hand to his lips.

"I think I can help. The cramps, at least."

"Consider me interested."

He hesitated, waiting till she had her sip of the tea, before just coming out with it. It's his wife, worst she could say was no.

"Well Félix told me orgasms help. We could just. Have sex."

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, as if in frustration.

"It'd make such a MESS!"

"I can do the laundry!"

"Augustín, you're the reason why Camilo has FIVE pink undershirts."

"He looks good in pink, to be fair."

She contemplated it, before quickly sipping her tea.

"I can have Pepa-er. Maybe not Pepa. Hijole no one does laundry right in this family. Just get me a towel please, I'll take a distraction over this, even if it's about getting the mess out of everything."

He did as she said, despite how rudly she said it. He got the tray out the way, let her finish her tea, and let her get comfortable by laying down on her side. He took off all of his clothes (less he look like a murder scene), before carefully taking off her underwear, and throwing it in the bin, alongside her rag. After laying down a towel, he wrapped one arm around her, and kissed her cheek. She didn't look like she wanted to put in the effort to arouse him, but that was okay, he could rile himself up just fine. He kept his body pressed against her, using his free hand to feel the curve of her frame.

"I know you don't feel sexy. But you are. You're incredible, and I thank God I have you as a wife."

For once today, a smiled appeared on her lips. She reached up to dig her hands through his hair, which was helping more than you thought it would.

"And I'm lucky to have you as a husband. You're good to me, Augustín, for better or for worse."

He kissed her cheek, the nape of her neck, her soft shoulders. All while his other hand caressed her inner thighs, and slowly felt at the hairy mound he was looking for. He swore under his breath at the wetness that clung to his fingers. He didn't know why but, it made him TERRIBLY excited. He gently nibbled at her chin, not stopping himself from groaning into it.

"You're SO wet. FUCK you're so wet."

"It's blood, Augustín."

"I don't care. Just, listen to that. It's so beautiful,"

Just a little slow, small rubbing of her pussy elected such a loud, lewd sound. Augustín was a sweet, romantic man. But what man didn't like the sound of fingers against his wife's soaking wet pussy?

"I could just slide inside of you so easy. It's like you're begging for me."

He slid two fingers of her, and they sank into her hot, thick wetness. She tensed up, gripping onto his arm in surprise, and Augustín had to keep his hold on her to keep her from squirming too far away from him.

"Fuck Augustín, you can't just...finger that spot like that."

"I can. And I will. And it's going to help Mami feel so good."

He let her moan. Let her cry out and writhe as he fingered her. It wasn't gently or slowly. It was lustfully, blood seeping down his arm with not a care in the world. He didn't care. This pussy gave him his beautiful daughters, and belonged to the woman he loved. Nothing from it was gross or impure to him. Especially not the face his love was wearing; flushed cheeks, open and moaning mouth. It was no wonder his cock, pressed up against her peach shaped ass, was hard as a rock.

"Augustín!! You're g-going fast!"

"That isn't fast. This is."

He pulled his hand away, choosing to wrap it around her pretty throat, and shove his cock inside of her. He started to buck into her, feeling the hot, thick blood cascade from his cock and onto the poor blanket below. He felt so improper, fucking his wife when she was bleeding all over herself. She was close. He could tell, given how she played with her huge, perfect breasts.

"Augustín!! Que te pasa?!"

"You. You're so wet. You're so hot and eager and I'm going to put a baby in you. You want that? Another baby given to you by Papi?"

She couldn't even talk now. She just whimpered, and nodded. He had no idea just how badly his wife needed this, and he felt so stupid, not knowing this before. But that didn't matter. What mattered, was him rubbing her clit furiously, and forcing her to cum. She had no time to recover, not as his cum poured into her, forcing more hot fluid to seep from between her legs. He only stopped when he felt himself empty, and even then, he wouldn't leave her alone, nipping her little ear and making his poor love shake under his hold.

"Ay...ay Augustín."

"You feel better, I take it?"

"So much. Oh...are we going to have to do that EVERYTIME my period is being difficult?"

"Hopefully. It's definitely a...bloody, good time."

"I'm going to leave you."

She snorted into her palm. She hated his jokes, even if she laughed at them. He turned on the lights, and assessed the damage. It was...well. A blood bath. A bloody, sweaty, cum covered mess. And he loved her for it. His fingers were a mess, pulling out and seeing his dick almost terrified him, and he just looked a mess. Not that he minded. He motioned for her to get up with him. She obeyed, and after wrapping her up in their already messy towel, he hurriedly got her to the bathroom. After making sure it was locked, she took off the towel, looking down on herself.

"I'm a MESS, Augustín!"

"I know. It's why we're here. Después de ti, bella dama."

She rolled her eyes at him, before hopping into the shower. He stepped in with her, and got the water just right for her. He then pressed her against the glass, and forced her legs apart.

"Augustín! What-"

She didn't have time to talk. Not when he had the shower head in his hand, with the stream aimed right for her little clit. Augustín put his lips right to her ear, holding her cheeks with his free hand.

"Shhh mami, shhh. I'm going to make you feel so much better. Let's try for three, si? You already had one. Let's make two one to remember ~"

[finelinevogue]

Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

[balkanbitch]

Second chapter of this fic!

You can also find this fic on ao3 under balkanbitch!

Trigger Warnings

Descriptions of head wound treatments (nothing graphic just the process), descriptions of scars

Nothing else comes to mind!

Enjoy :)

Leo

When Leo became leader there were many things he didn't know he would have to face.

Fighting aliens, taking down the Shredder, sacrificing himself for humanity, making possibly death causing choices for his family.

Drugging your own little brother as he screamed and cried.

Somehow that was one of the wrost.

Leo sat on the ground of the alleyway trying to catch his breath as he stared at his youngest brother limp body.

His brothers did the same. No one spoke they just all sat there staring in disbelief at the struggle that took place.

Mikey had attacked them. Blindly. Hell he almost scratched out Leo eye in the fit. Screaming about he wants his real brothers.

Not them.

Raph ended being the first to move he picked up Mikey, cradling him. No one spoke. The whole thing kinda reminded Leo when they were kids, when one would fall asleep and the rest of them would try to lug them back to there room.

This was a lot different.

Donnie was the next to move standing near Raph to look at Mikey head wound from earlier.

Leo watched them trying to wrap his head around the situation. His brother had not remembered who they were, or at the very least not recognized them. Since he seemed to still know that he had brothers just not them. Attacking them when they had tried to take him back home.

Slowly Leo was able to will himself to stand and join his brothers.

"Hows he look Donnie?" Leo asked. Donnie turned to him and grimaced.

"Not good. The injury is pretty bad. Definitely a concussion, maybe some permanent damage." Donnie said.

"Oh so well barely be able to tell the difference." Raph joked. Leo rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Raph this is seriously not the time." Leo scolded.

"Theres a bit more." Donnie continued. "Some minor bruising, sprained ankle, broken wrist, dislocated shoulder. But that's all minor compare to his head. If I had to guess he mostly likey fell a few stories." Donnie finished.

None them had any comment, after that. Nothing else could be done in the alleyway so the only option is to head home.

When they finally got to the liar Leo was ready to lay down and never get up. Today had drained him emotionally and physically but mostly emotionally.

The turtles stumbled in to the liar where there seemed to be no one in the main area. Until Splinter entered from the dojo.

"My sons what took so long?" The rat asked before noticing Mikey in Raph arms.

"Is Michaelangelo okay?." Splinter asked moving closer to where they stood.

"Hard to say." Donnie interjected. "He seems to be suffering from some form of amnesia and tried to attack us earlier."

Splinter hummed at the responses.

"I see Raphael take your brother to Donatello lab. Donatello look over your brothers injuries again. Leonardo come with me and tell me extacly what happened." Splinter finished.

"Yes sensei." All the turtles replied before doing their assigned tasks.

Leo followed Splinter in to the dojo where they both sat cross legged and parrel from one another. Splinter sipped at a cup of tea he had left when he rushed out to greet his sons.

"So." Splinter started. "What happened."

Leo began to explain the events of the night. From where when they had gotten weird electric readings from a warehouse and told Mikey to stand watch. The warehouse ended up being a total bust so they decided to sweep the area for any more activity. They had eventually tracked another electrical signal to the spot they left Mikey where they found him disoriented and bleeding from his head. He went in to detail all the things Mikey had screamed and his escape attempt. Along with having to drug him just to get him home.

Splinter listened closely not inrupting his son and slowly sipping his tea. When Leo had finished Splinter placed his tea down.

"It seems that you have all had a rough night. You should get some rest." Splinter urged.

"But sensei what if-" Leo started but soon was interrupted by Splinter.

"You and your brothers have had a long night. I will be telling Raphael and Donatello to do the same once they are finished helping Michelangelo." Splinter concluded, standing up and exiting the dojo.

Leaving Leo only one option to go to his room and rest.

Donnie

Donnie was not having a good night.

Which was kinda a given after having there mission be a bust and than coming back to find his brother hysterical to the point of needing to drug him.

Not one of his better days.

Raph carefully put Mikey on an examination table as Donnie started to gather necessary items. Donnie biggest concern was the head injury. Everything else could be fixed later but this wound seemed bad. There definitely had to be some sort of deep damage if he didn't know who his own brothers where.

Once Donnie had finished getting everything he needed he returned to the examination table. Raph sat near by trying seem disinterested when reality he was most likey panicking as much as Donnie and Leo.

Donnie got to work slowly moving head up to see the wound. The bleeding mostly slowed by now but that didn't really mean much when it came to head wounds. Donnie inhaled sharply when he saw the extent of the damage. Carefully he moved Mikey in to a position where it would be easier to work on his head.

First he started with an x-ray. Donnie x- ray machine was old and a bit rickety but it did its job. Thankfully there was no skull fracture. Which was a great for Donnie. He than started to gently clean the wound. He didn't want to agitate more than it already had been from the drugging incident. Than he made sure to wrap bandages around his whole head just tight know to stay but not constrict.

Raph stayed near one of the walls watching Donnie work. He didn't say anything during the whole process. Only sat and watch. Donnie would not be lying if it stressed him out just a bit.

When Donnie had finished work on his head. He moved to Mikeys wrist to fix the break. He started by unwrapping the wraps all of them wore around his wrist that's when he saw something that made his stomach sink.

"Raph?" He called out feeling the concern leak in to his voice.

Raph came over before Donnie knew it. His eyes landing on Mikey now exposed arms. Raph breath hitched for just a second.

"Did you have any idea about these" Donnie asked.

"Hell no. What the fuck." Raph responded, newfound anger and panic seeping in to his voice.

On Mikey arms where long jagged scars. They ran all the way from his elbow to the end of his fingers. The scars looked similar to electrical burn scars. They where ugly and look like they where deep. Some parts it seemed as if he lost chunks of skin.

Donnie had no idea how long he was in shock until Raph spoke up.

"What do you think happened?" Raph asked uncharacteristically calm.

"Hard to say theres a good chance there some kind of burns most likey electrical. There also have to be at least a month old." Donnie analyzed as he was snapped out of his trance and started to work on Mikey wrist. Rewrapping so the wrist was properly set.

Raph hummed in acknowledgement.

"So should we tell Master Splinter and good old fearless or is this going to be a secret until we can get the full story?" Raph questioned.

"What will be kept a secret?" Spilnter said appearing out of nowhere near Raph.

"Sensei!" Donnie screeched as he had finished wrapping Mikey hand. "Nothing absolutely nothing is a secret!" Donnie quickly defended.

Splinter raised an eyebrow at his tallest son strange behavior but quickly let it go.

"Very well. I have just come to see if Michaelangelo is okay." Splinter said.

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief. While he had no problem telling Splinter about the scar it may not be the smartest decision. Mostly for the fact that there was a good chance Mikey had no idea where the scars came from, courtesy of his amnesia. And trying to get the truth may cause more stress to his healing head.

"Mikey doing better just some minor injuries!!"

For now this was the best option.

Even if Raph was glaring at him from behind Splinter.

Everything in the room was tense. Splinter probably knew he was lying and Raph definitely knew he was lying. Donnie could feel both of there eyes on him. Boring in to him. They both knew he was lying straight through his gaped tooth.

Mikey groaned which, thankfully, took all the attention away from Donnie. Splinter and Raph gathered around the table as Mikey slowly opened his eyes.

"What-" Mikey started before getting a good look at everyone and jolting up.

"Who are you." He screamed. He looked absolutely terrified as his gaze travel around the table.

"My son please calm yourself." Splinter stated resting a hand on Mikey shoulder. Unfortunately that was the dislocated one which caused Mikey to hiss in pain.

"Don't touch me!" He shrieked as he slapped away Splinter hand away. The movement seemed to shock the old rat who quickly gained his composure.

"Michaelangelo, I know this all must be very confusing to you but we are here for you." Splinter stated once again moving closer to Mikey. It was at that moment that Donnie realized something.

Mikey was hiding something behind his back.

"But we are here for you. We are your family." Splinter continued. On closer inspection on Donnie part he realized that one of the scalpels he had near Mikey bed was missing. The whole thing clicked all at once in Donnie head.

"You are not my family." Mikey screeched before raising up the scalpel lunging for Splinter.