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@zablife Ahh, Lee ❤️! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me on this chapter, hun 😍.

You've definitely caught on to his up and down behaviour when it comes to Y/N to when their daughter is around. He's adamant on pretending nothing has changed In front of Elsie. But ultimately, he's doing it for himself in a way to fool his paranoia into thinking they're still a happily married couple. He's gone beyond delulu 😳.

Ooh 🤭😈. It's those little digs he makes here and there, that seem to rile readers up the most. Which I admit, I love 😅. But the saddest thing about this is, she believes what he says. I think he has an advantage in the way he's been able to so easily manipulate her, since he's all she's ever known 😬.

Nope. Never. Only when she's asleep, half unconscious will he admit to anything 🙄.

Oh you can be sure he believes everything he's done is completely justified! And as for the detective...well 😬.

Ahh, I'm so happy you like that scene! I was actually gonna leave it out, but I'm glad I didn't 🥰. You're right though, he never shows her that kind of tenderness when he's awake unless he's trying to bait her into showing him affection. I like to think that in that scene he was able to open up to her because he knew she couldn't say anything back, that she wouldn't call him out on his "lack" of trying. He wants to do better just on his terms without anyone telling him 🙄.

😂 I had to add a little humour into this chapter with John's disastrous speech and the stark difference between Lindas side and the Shelby side 🤭. Yeh Johnny Dogs isn't so innocent in this one (to be fair, he's not so innocent in canon either being Tommy's clean up man 😳).

She's in a real pickle 😔. She does love him, but not how he's become. He constantly lets her see small glimpses of himself before everything fell apart, just to keep her holding out for more. He's wicked for doing that, and the way he coaxed those emotions out of her in that scene.

Things are about to go from 1 to 100! I hope you're ready because Y/N isn't. And I'd go as far as saying, Tommy isn't either 😬.

Thank you so much again for this wonderful reblog, Lee! You've made my day ❤️.

Binding Love (Part Four/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: After another eventful morning, and onslaught of demanding questions from your husband. Linda and Arthur's engagement party has you unexpectedly seeing another side of your husband, the side you continue to yearn for. But with revealing his former self to you, comes revelations that will horrify you.

Warnings: Dark!Tommy, language, violence, psychological mind games, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, manipulative behaviour, psychological abuse, mutual pining, angst, murder, smut.

Word Count: 5K

Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is late everyone. I had a busy week and not enough time to write. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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" When he turns up, can you have him call me?" your voice echoed down the line, fingers nervously twiddling with the twisted wire of the phone as you bit the corner of your bottom lip.

Last minute Larry his secretary had joked, you thought to yourself, reassuring your concerns as you placed the receiver down onto its brassy stand.

You just wanted to apologise, just wanted to hear the end of the nagging worries that had plagued you for the entirety of the night.

For Tommy had not only embarrassed you the previous evening with his raging paranoia, he had scared you. Scared you in a way that had your stomach turn, had you begin to fear for your own safety and the fate of your future, he held forever in his hands.

" Who was that?" your eyes snapped open to the sound of your husband's gravely voice ripiling down the curve of your neck, the lapels of his suit jacket gently brushing across the back of your flowing dress.

" No one" you flatly replied, your attempts to leave stopped by your husband's snaking hand slipping around your stomach.

" Don't lie to me, sweetheart" you felt the heat of his breath fan over your ear as he turned you around to face him.

Stood face to face, his looming frame pressed tightly against your heaving chest, forcing a suffocating response from you as you watched his gaze slowly drift to the telephone, brow cocking as he waited for your answer. " Well?"

"Mr Wyatts secretary. I just wanted to apologise, for leaving so...abruptly, last night" you chose your words wisely, choosing not to further rile his unpredictable temper up with lies he'd undoubtedly sive out as you attempted to pull away from his searching eyes.

" And how is, Mr Wyatt?" Tommy let go as his hand slipped into his jacket for a cigarette, clearing his throat of the curling smirk toying on the corner of his lips as he scooted his muddy boot away from you and the evidence of his nightly hobbies.

" Fine. He's fine" you replied, brow scrunching at his shuffling feet and usually pristine footwear inching away, when your intentions to be honest were overruled by a profund urge within you to not give your smug husband the satisfaction of thinking he'd gotten to someone.

But unbeknownst to you, he had gotten to someone. Gotten to someone in the most sinful, most derranged of ways that ended with a dead body and a trail of mud leading to his crime scene.

" Is that so, eh?" He took a lingering drag of the tobacco rolled between his fingers, blowing a cloud of smoke to the towering ceilings of your home before his eyes drifted down to meet yours with a glistening stare of mischievousness.

How sweet, how...Innocent, he thought to himself with amusement as your heart froze with a gut wrenching feeling of doubt that the previous night hadn't ended with Tommy's parting words and the slam of your bedroom door.

" Ay up, buttercup" Tommy's smirks left you with a sense of dread as his attention drifted to your daughter, nudging herself between your bodies, beaming up at her parents with a dimpled smile. " How's my girl, eh?"

" Suited and booted, Daddy" she replied with all the seriousness her rosy cheeked pout could muster.

" Right come on then, little soldier. Let's go" Tommy jostled in his pocket for his car keys as the loving smile for your six year old suddenly dropped from your face.

" Wait, i'm...i'm taking her" you looked back at your husband with a scrunched brow of annoyance, reinforcing your intentions with a firm hand to his chest to stop him from invading your morning routine, a routine you was adamant on keeping.

" The school called yesterday, while you were out...drinking" he played the doting father as he watched your fingers fall from his chest, a wave of shame reddening your cheeks.

" They want to speak with us, together" he grabbed your parting hand, closing the gap between you.

" But you would have known that if you were ever home, with your family" his blazing eyes of turquoise, still seething with jealousy from the previous day, bore into you with a hushed statement of blame.

Was he right? Had you been spending less time at home? Less time with your daughter? It was one evening...one. Or had it...had it been more than that? Your mind began to torment you with the seeds of doubt Tommy had sewn, for the confusion beginning to fester away at your already weary thoughts.

Playing you so harmously in tune to the sound of his own fiddle, you stepped away, your searching hand reaching for your daughter with a look of worry settled between your brow as you racked your brain over the last six months worth of tangled memories.

" Not gonna take the bus then? Get there on your own, on your own terms, after that song and dance you made last night, hm?" His pettiness came to a simmer as he stalked towards you, unwilling to let you forget how angry you had made him, how he had been forced to make such drastic decsions on your behalf to keep you safe.

Feeling the pull of Elsie's hand, giving you no choice but to let Tommy have his satisfaction upon seeing you give in, you followed your daughter without a peep of defiance to the car with your husband's passing comments whispering in your ear.

" That new life of yours lasted long, didn't it, darling?"

Unable to dodge the talking down from the headmaster you was sure you was about to get, you and Tommy got pulled to the side as your daughter joined her classmates for the day's activities.

" So?" Tommy huffed as he pulled out his pocket watch from within his waistcoat, convinced that whatever the man had to say was not worth his time nor patience.

" It's about your daughter's behaviour" the words of the suited man plunged your motherly worries into your stomach in one quick, sudden drop.

" What...what has she done?" You stepped forward from Tommy's side, concerned as to what had been so grave it warrented both you and your husband's prescence.

" Not only has she been misbehaving, Mr and Mrs Shelby, but she took it upon herself to pick the roses in the school yard during lunch yesterday. Earning her a detention, I assume you are both unaware of" his nose rose above his framed glasses as he judged not only your supposedly unruly child but you and Tommy, her unruly parents.

" You had my daughter sent to detention for picking a fucking flower?" Tommy stepped in front of you, brow furrowing at the punishment inflicted on your child for something he believed to be innocent, if not expected of any little girl or boy of her age.

" They were very special flowers, Mr..Mr Shelby. A school project, participated in by all the students" all superiority, his position as head teacher began to disapate as he caught sight of your husband's gun concealed beneath the heavy lapels of his coat.

" You're wasting our fucking time" Tommy scoffed, turning to leave with a guiding hand to your back, refusing to entertain the ridiculousness of the conversation and its supposed urgency.

" Tommy" you rested a gentle hand to his arm, a soothing enough touch to simmer the anger within him and have him take note of your welling eyes of worry.

" I'll have my gardener come and plant new ones. Better ones. We done now, Mr...?" Tommy waved his hand in front of him, swallowing back his irritation for your sake, if only to have the feeling of you seeking his support for a mere second longer, to feel that you needed him again.

" Mr Shelby, that will not solve your daughter's naughtiness. I've become aware of some news as of late. I must ask, is everything ok at home?" The head of the school pressed, daring to rile your husband up with his relentless questions.

" What was that, eh?" Your husband's patience with the matter in hand suddenly snapped into a demanding need to know what exactly possessed the man in front of him to ask such a thing.

" Well, I...heard that you were..." He stumbled out his response, suddenly conscious of how far he had pushed his questions as you tried to pull Tommy back from cracking his skull open.

" Married" Tommy pointed his finger as his body loomed over the man unable to keep to his own business and not prod into that of the notorious brummie gangster.

" We're leaving" a hand to your back had you rushing out the corridor as you stopped yourself from pushing his anger to boiling point with the true state of your marriage and your impending demands of divorce, yet to be settled.

" Fuck 'em, Y/N" he ushered you outside to the car.

" We'll change schools, to a private one" he settled the problem his money could solve, refusing to face the true issue.

" Fucking flowers..." He scoffed, reaching in his suit jacket for a cigarette to simmer his anger.

" Me and Arthur did far more than pick a few daisies to earn us detention, darling" a chuckle left his lips as he pulled out his lighter, eyes darting to the school he'd be inclined to see go up in flames, flowers and all.

" It's not about that, Tommy" you sighed as you watched his straining fingers attempt to light the flame in the drizzle that had turned into a lashing of rain.

" So, she's got Arthur's temper" he waved off your concerns, mumbling through the cigarette perched between his lips as his failing attempts to light it saw his patience dwindling.

" Your temper more like. Shelby temper" you huffed with folded arms, brow creasing as you watched his thumb repeatedly flick over the lighter's metal head without success.

" Tommy she's acting out, she's seeing too much. Us arguing, us fighti..."

" What do you want me do, eh Y/N?!" your husband snapped, throwing his soggy cigarette to the ground.

" You wanted this, not me!" he grabbed you by your arms as the pelting rain battered down onto your shoulders.

" Fuck Y/N, you really think...you really think I would give you up that easily? Let you leave me without a fight?" his head dropped down with a sigh of exhaustion as a silence washed over you with the rivers of water streaming past your feet.

" What are we doing, Tommy?" What are we doing to our little girl?" you began to sob, feeling his fingers clutch onto your arms, pulling you down with the weight of his body as his heavy shoulders slouched forward.

" Lets go home" he refused to answer as his head came up to meet the tears streaming down your cheeks, hand brushing the sorrowful sight of your drenched locks from your face.

" I'll walk" you pulled away with disappointment, turning to leave from the conversation you could never move past as his way continued to demand all control.

" Make my own way, remember? Get there on my own. So I can think, alone" you left him with the words he had spoken that morning, a string of words said in passing by him but ones that still continued to sting you.

" It's pissing it down, you'll get sick. Get in, I'll drive you home" you pushed off his attempts to usher you into the warmth of the car as you walked into the downpour.

" It'll do you know good to think alone Y/N. Y/N! " Tommy stood in the rain watching you walk away from him once again before nodding to his man lingering near by in an unspoken order to have him follow you when the insufferable sight of the detective that had be hassling you came into view, body propped up against the door of his car.

Always fucking there. Always trying to get to you, Tommy slammed his door shut as his eyes narrowed in, fingers turning the silver key in the ignition with only one plan of action in mind.

Foot pressed on the accelerator, Tommy sped towards him, swerving into his car with controlled prescion as the screeching tires skidding across the concrete came mere centimetres away from taking him out. A clear show of dominance by your husband, to prove to the inquisitive officer that nothing was beneath him, nothing he wouldn't do to keep the upper hand, to have you keep quiet.

He was just keeping you safe. Keeping everyone...safe.

Aching muscles and a sniveling nose, sick from your long pensive walk in the rain back to Arrow House, hadn't been on your list of things to endure before Linda and Arthur's engagement doo that evening. And with Tommy being right about the likely outcome of your stubbornness and refusal to have him drive you home, you had decided to drown yourself within the comfort of your bed than see the satisfaction on his face.

Curled up in within the freshly laundered sheets, you let yourself drift off to sleep as the man whose smugness you couldn't stand to face watched from the bedroom door, glass of water in hand with only a face of conern etched between his brows than the cockiness you thought you'd be met with.

" I hate to tell you I told you so, love" he quietly sighed as he padded towards you, placing the crystal tumbler on your bedside cabinet.

Perching himself on the edge of the bed, the weight of his own worries pushing his body down into the soft mattress as he ran his fingers through the length of his hair, pulling at the strands of stress.

" I can't help myself, darling" he confessed his lack of self-control in the silence, taking the opportunity to lay bare his sins as he watched you peacefully sleep, your mind momentarily free from the stress, from the shouting and arguing.

" Everything I do..." He stopped himself as he pinched his brow of the inner turmoil he felt. " Everthing I've done, it's been for you" he lifted his hand, inching it closer to your face and the lone twisted lock of hair resting on your cheek.

" I'm trying, love" he quietly added, his voice cracking under the weight of emotions scrambling up his throat, fully aware of his unpredictable temper that saw him doing the unspeakable, wholeheartedly believing his bloody hands were stained in your honour, for your safety.

" I'm just a man" he dulled his actions, justified his merciless slayings with his mortal, imperfect form as he brushed the lone ringlet of hair from your fluttering lashes.

"Y/N?" a part of him hoped you were listening, hoped you had heard his admissions of guilt.

" One day you'll forgive me" he snatched his hand away from your resting body, clearing his throat as he rose from the bed to flee his exposed vulnerabilities he felt foolish for laying bare as you began to stir in your sleep.

But rest was far from what you awoke to. For what was supposed to be a relieving sleep, turned into a thumping headache, drilling into the sides of your skull.

" Fuck" you huffed, lifting yourself from the covers as you forgoed the glass of water sitting on the table for the bottle of whiskey behind it.

If you were going to get through tonight, through Linda's obnoxious happiness, the reminder of your strained relationship, through this pummeling heachache, you would do it half conscious, you thought to yourself as you swigged back the amber liquid.

" Frances, what ever would I do without you?" your eyes drifted to the dress hooked on your bathroom door, your trusted housekeeper had managed to find for you after Tommy took it upon himself to rid you of anything that showed an inch of skin.

Fingers gliding over the silky crimson gown, you admired the beauty of the garment in front of you. It's soft fabric running through your palms until you came to a stop at the slit that Frances had sewn up after Tommy's demands.

Too high, too low, too much on show, Tommy's disaproving words rang in your head after the countless times he'd given his unwarranted opinions on your latest purchases.

At first you were flattered, flattered by his boyish jealousy that you'd comply. But when his jealousy came with a dousing of paranoia, and questions over who exactly you were dressing for, you began to resent the passionate show of love he'd shown.

Downing the last of the whiskey you threw the empty bottle on your bed before sizing up the satin dress and it's seemless sewing.

" There..." your face twisted as you pulled at the fabric, ripping the slit open and its looping threads one by one.

" That's better" you pulled the dress from its hanger, proping it up against your body to see your reflection in the mirror of your vanity and the provacating point you wanted to make.

Whether it be the whiskey that had fuelled your actions, the thumping headache or your frustrations with yourself for not standing your ground. One thing was sure, you was adamant on matching Tommy's pettiness and show him the true meaning of jealousy and the stark difference between what he believed was you challenging him.

" Tommy, don't" Ada's hushed voice turned to him, blocking your husband's eyes honed in on you giggling into the shoulder of a guest. A male guest. " She's just..."

"Trying to wind me up?" Tommy stepped away from his younger sister to see you glancing over at him, hips turning for him to see the provocking sight of your dress the way it was intended to be worn and not how he had Frances adjust it to his liking.

"...letting her hair down" Ada sighed, scooting herself back into his line of sight to save you from his glaring anger.

" Letting her hair down. Is that what that's called, eh?" he scoffed, tipping his glass in your direction, to the man accompanying you. The same man enthusiastically tending to your every need in a handsy display that had you flinch away, spilling the flute of champagne down yourself.

"Clumsy, clumsy" he chuckled, leering in as he pulled out his hankie to wipe the spilt droplets of bubbly that had trickled down your exposed thigh.

" Shit" Ada sighed, her protective stance not enough for her brothers fox-like eyes to see red the moment the gentleman beside you took it upon himself to dab away your clumsiness.

"It's ok, really" your panicked hands pulled the handkerchief from him as the shine of his gold cufflinks, encrusted with ruby gems caught your eye when a set of heavy footsteps appeared through your lashes.

" What are you playing at, eh?!" Tommy snatched you away to the darkened corner underneath your winding foyer stairs.

" Nothing" you huffed, lifting your glass to your painted lips with a pout, feeling your legs sway from side to side as the champagne and half bottle of whiskey you had chugged earlier began to take effect.

" I know what you're doing" he snatched the crystal glass from your hand, tossing it's contents on a nearby leafy houseplant, unfortunate enough to be within close vicinity.

" Good. Is it working?" Your brow arched, unable to stop the emerging teen girl from your younger years trying to rile up her boyfriend of one week.

" Yes" Tommy's response took you by surprise, his battered eyes tired of arguing, catching you off guard as his finger trailed up your bare leg, closing the silky fabric around your exposed skin to save your modesty. " I came to you earlier. Did you hear me whe..."

" Speeches, everyone! My Artie wants to say something" Linda's voice broke the tiny glimpse into your past, your husband's soft voice only reserved for you, free from demands, from the constant bickering that had taken over your daily life.

"Y/N, wait..." His reaching hand held onto the tips of your fingers, backing away to join the happy couple as Tommy's breathy sighs followed you, his change in mood confusing you enough to put up your guard in fear that his unexpected move was just another calculated step in his unwinnable game of toing and froing with your emotions.

Was Tommy finally done? Too tired to fight?

" 'ere's to Arthur and Linda" everyone drew a breath as John's tipsy speech came to its highly anticipated end. His waving hand, gesturing a toast to the happy couple, seeing the last of his gin at the feet of Linda's emmaculate heels.

Too much joy, too much happiness for any Shelby family member to endure, John was not the only guest guzzling down buckets worth of alcohol to see themselves through the quiet evening of judgemental stares from church folk with glowing hallows sitting above their saintly heads.

"Right, yeh...thanks John boy" Arthur's twitching moustache and gangly legs rose from his seat only for his brother to pipe up with another string of words he'd have heard.

"One last thing, yeh" he clapped his hands together as you felt the gentlemen that had been lingering close to you all night scoot along the plush settee next to you. A move that had you slipping half of your seat away from his unwarranted attention you no longer sought out to irritate your husband with.

"May yous two one day 'ave the love of your hosts tonight. Alright lads, have at it. Bottoms up!" your heart raced at Johns drunken speech, watching him bring his empty glass up to his lips as your cheeks reddened with embarrassment at your and Tommy's contradicting relationship being made a highlight of the evening.

" Right John, let's get you some water" Ada hurried to her rambling brother, ushering him away from over indulging himself in anymore of Tommy's cellar full of booze as she mouthed her silent apologies to you.

" Never have I seen a love like that. It breaks my bloody heart, Ada. Breaks me 'art!" John's passionate speech continued as your welling eyes drifted up to the pining pare of your husband's and the impact your brother-in-law's unexpected words had mutually effected you both.

" Yes, we're all very heartbroken. Now, shut up" you heard the last of Ada's motherly tone drift from the room as one of Linda's guests took it upon themselves to drone out the awkward silence with an equally awkward, droning hym to top off the disastrous evening.

"The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee..."

Head downcast, you let your tears fall into your lap as the singing commenced, desperately trying to hide your seeping emotions and the slit in your dress with fumbling fingers as you glanced up at Tommy gesturing you with a tilt of his head to join him, to let him comfort you.

But with a downfall of tears worthy of the storm battering against the windows from outside, you fled from your seat to the empty confides of your foyer as Tommy lept up after you.

"Wher...where are you going?" the man that had hounded you all evening followed in suit, furious his intended fuck for night was getting away as Tommy shot his trusted friend Dogs a silent command to deal with the unwelcome guest until he'd checked on you.

" Are you a gambling man?" Johnny's chesire grin and looping arm wrapped around the gentleman's shoulders, guiding him out of Arrow Houses back door down to its vast landscape, and woody end.

" Five shillings here, says you won't be able to outrun..." the rules of Dogs game drifted outside with his steady steps into the night sky, until the faint shrieks of a scream could be heard amongst the improtu singing from within the warmth of your home.

Letting yourself fall into bed, you buried your head in your pillow as the soft click of the door closed and the dwindling sounds of the party faded out to Tommy's body settling itself next to you on the plush covers.

" Hey shh, c'mere" he pulled you into his chest, your reluctance rapidly fading as you nestled your cheek against his body. Needing the gentle side of your husband he'd let free for the evening to soothe the pang of heartache you felt, for the memories of the love you shared that had resurfaced after John's blundering speech.

" Bloody John, eh?" his chest rose with a chuckle, lacing his fingers in your hair as he inched his body closer to you when a stifled sob left your throat.

" I'm tired, Tommy. I'm so tired of everything" you sniffed, pawing at the cascade of unstoppable tears streaming down your cheeks with frustration as your husband gently lifted your chin to him.

" I know, darling" his voice echoed the sentiments you felt as he took over from your shakey hands, and gently wiped the pools of sadness from your lashes.

Eyes gazing longingly into each others, Tommy bet against any rejection you'd see his ego take another dramatic fall with, and pressed a chase kiss to your lips as you pulled your head away.

" Stop. Just stop ..." he sighed, turning you back to face him as his fingers glided down your neck, drawing you in with his tender touch.

" I love you" his nose brushed against yours as his eyes fluttered shut, hands gently squeezing at your body with his mouth agape with anticipation.

" Don't say you don't either" he swallowed back, fingers trailing under the curves of your breasts as he let out a breathy moan.

" I don't" you let the last of your tears fall from your cheeks as you abruptly turned your back to him, pushing his needy hands away.

" You're lying" he huffed, letting his head fall back against the silk cushion, arm rested above the lengths of his hair as he brushed along the bar of frustration across his brow.

" So those tears didn't mean anything then, eh? " he abruptly turned to slot his body behind you, lips kissing along your neck as he burrowed his hand under the cleavage of your dress, cupping your breast in his hand with a squeeze.

Eyes shooting open, you clawed at the bed sheets as a surge of pleasure rushed through your body, head dizzy with the image of your husband gently thrusting himself into your clothed body in the reflection of your bedroom window.

" Say it, Y/N. Say you love me, say you still want me, need me" his voice moaned with urgency as his eyes flew up to yours in the weathered glass.

"I don't..." Your voice hitched in a pitiful attempt to lie through your feelings as you pushed back to meet his straining erection pressed against your body.

In one swift movement, Tommy ripped the front of your dress, exposing your body for him to see in your shared reflection as your hand flew to his thigh, nails digging through the tailored fabric.

" Lies, all lies" he hissed, encouraged by the sweet sounds of your whimpers he'd longed to hear again. " Say it. Say it so we can forget about it all, about everything"

" I..." you bit your bottom lip, desperately trying to repress the strangled moan he was adamant on coaxing from you as he rolled his thumb around your stiffened nipple.

" I love you..." your voice cracked, eyes opening to the sudden feeling of your husband's hands coming to a stop as you stared back with teary eyes at him in the backdrop of the starry skies, reflecting your bodies in the window of your bedroom. " I never stopped...never"

Flipping you onto your back, Tommy's lips crashed onto yours in a seering kiss of passion, ridding you of what was left of your clothes and the suit that had him seperating himself from the heat of your body.

Hips snapping into you with each carefully positioned thrust, Tommy was adamant on making you forget, adamant on fucking you until he was convinced of your admission, until his paranoia let him believe it.

"No more fucking divorce, eh?" He groaned, pushing his throbbing cock into the depths of you as his body rippled with pleasure.

"No more separate rooms" his snapping hips sped up, causing a string of muffled moans to leave your swollen lips as you let yourself be free of the stress he'd induced.

"No more, Y/N. Say it?" He brought your legs up against his sweaty chest, lifting your lower body of the bed as he thrusted into you with abandon. Muscled arms straining, face scrunched as he desperately restrained himself from falling over the edge without an answer.

"Fuck...say it, sweetheart" He breathed heavily on the edge of blissful defeat as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. Both pining for each other, to feel at one with another like nothing had happened, like the many months worth of distress and arguing hadn't seperated you.

" No more...no more!" your head flew back to your cushion, hands grabbing at the sheets as he brought you to a heated ecstasy of pleasure, spilling months worth of longing into you with a strangled grunt as he threw his head back in relief.

Giving up, giving in. In that moment, not a thought or regret was spent caring. Tangled emotions and misplaced promises would be dealt with tomorrow. But for now, all you wanted was to feel your husband, be at one with him enough to let the crushing pain of his demands slip by.

Pulling you into his lap, Tommy brushed his tongue against yours as he reached between your sweating bodies to grab hold of his hardening cock, pulling you down onto him as his fiery breath bristled against your ear and he made his intentions known for the night.

"Again"

" And these flowers I can pick?" Your daughter skipped alongside you as you made your way down to the gardens.

" Yes, once they've bloomed, you can pick all of them. Every, single, one" you bent down to her little frame, sending her a playful wink as she ran off with an excited shriek.

Keeping a watchful eye on your daughter as she collected every mismatch stick she could find through the treeline to border her very own rose garden, your hand slipped across your stomach, hugging your body with a blissful smile as you recounted the passionate evening you had spent with Tommy last night.

" Mummy, we have moles!" Your daughter's voice alerted you to her discovery as you pulled yourself from your heated thoughts. " Fat ones!"

" Elsie!" You called back, weaving yourself through the towering trees, treading carefully along the woodlands grassy bedding, when a shining gold cufflink caught your eye.

" Mummy, come look!" She excitedly shouted as you bent down to the curious object out of place amongst the woody surroundings, it's ruby encrusted focal point sparking a hazy memory within you. " They must be giants!"

"Giant moles, are you..." You laughed only to grab her by the hand and pull her back when you came face to face with the three heaps of mud in a line next to each other.

"Here mummy, daddy's" she gave you the matching cufflink she'd found on top of the freshly unearthed mountain, assuming the small piece of jewellery could belong to no one else but her father.

" Elsie....come" your eyes widened, pulling her away from what was not mole hills but graves. Three graves, each with distingualble shades of dirt, in a haunting timeline of murder that had stretched over many days, if not weeks.

The officer. The businessman. Unheard of since their encounters with you, your horrified eyes looked at the growing graveyard, convinced of who lay beneath each plot and their enforcers muddy boots, and remarks that trailed themselves back to their murder scene, when the clouds cleared your fogged memory about the small trinkets nestled within your palm. The gentlemen...

Hands clutching the cufflinks piercing against your reddening skin, your welling eyes unable to blink through the terror you felt had you pacing up the hill with shaky legs as your daughter ran ahead.

"Daddy!" she lept into the arms of Tommy making his way down to meet you with a content smile, body and soul free of his sins.

" Everything ok, darling?" he pressed a tender kiss to your lips as your stance stiffened, hand releasing the cufflinks from behind you back into the grassy lawn as your shakey voice answered...

" Perfect"

Next Part coming soon!

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eerna · 2 days ago

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Thank you for posting all your takes on Arcane season 2, reading them has been helping me process what a disappointing shitshow it was and not feel so alone lol. I'm popping in to your asks to vent a bit about how messed up Jinx's ending was. They really led us on all season with themes of redemption and forgiveness and healing from trauma, showing us Vi finally accepting her for who she was, and Ekko showing up for her and saving her because she's worth that. They gave her Isha to love her unconditionally (and then took her away for shock value and tragedy porn), and demonstrated that Jinx's death wish should be something the people around her fight against and work on proving to her that she actually does deserve to live and heal and be loved ......... only to end on her killing herself anyway. She makes one big grand gesture by showing up for the final fight, and then sacrifices herself for Vi. As if in the end, she did deserve to die. As if that's the only way to redeem herself. As if that's a better ending than her processing her trauma and healing, and finally allowing herself to be loved. And we were robbed of Vi and Jinx healing their relationship and finally being in each others' lives. For what, exactly??? A death scene that wasn't even sad because it was just so ridiculous and out of place? That didn't fit the narrative themes AT ALL?

I'm just heartbroken that they did our girl SO dirty. It's unforgiveable. It doesn't even matter to me whether the fan theory that she survived is true or not, because even if she's somehow alive and will show up in a future show, the writers still chose to end this show with the message that the traumatized suicidal girl who never felt like she was worth anything and made violent choices because of the system she was born into actually did deserve to kill herself at the end!!!! And that it was the right choice and led to redemption for her!!!!! Gah!!!!! (sorry for basically yelling, I'm just so sad)

Awh, I'm glad you enjoy reading them, and feel free to express your sadness~ Jinx is definitely alive, it is spelled out by the show, but you are right, it doesn't change the fact that the framing device used in the scene was saying "Vi should just let Jinx kill herself already, we have been heading this way for quite some time and she should just let it happen after all this time". But that was only there for the emotional extortion!!!! And the fact that Jinx chooses to survive and start a new life proves it. Today I was listening to the soundtrack and found out that the song that plays as Jinx' suicide montages roll actually has a final verse and chorus where the singer decides she actually wants to keep living because she is no longer alone, and asks "don't let me go". And this makes sense to me!!! I assume they wanted Jinx to be heroic and remove herself from Vi's life so Vi can live happily and she knew the only way to force her to do it is to fake her own death.. but why??? They are fine now, they are a team and she has other people who care about her as well??? What did Vi, or the others, gain from not having Jinx in their life anymore????? Idk man it is so weird

#annebonnyish #eernask #eernask talk arcane #arcane spoilers #tw suicide

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hxzbinwrites · 2 days ago

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Lovestruck Fool Pt 3

Vox x Emotionless! Reader | Cliché Mishaps

(Lovestruck Part 3)

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Vox being embarrassing, jokes about suicide, mentions of sexual harassment (only mentioned! nothing happens nor a flashback scene dont worry!),

11:30pm

"What should I say, oh God, what should I say??" Vox muttered to himself. His right, clawed hand gripping the top of his head, whilst his left was gripping his phone equally as tight.

His breathing was as erratic as his heartbeat, as he anxiously paced around his bedroom. His heels were clicking against the cold, hardwood floor. His pants were still on from the workday, but his shirt was completely discarded onto the messy bed in the middle of the room.

After he received the gift from (Y/n), he frantically took the note, and the gift box and nearly sprinted to his room. He nearly knocked Velvette, one of the two associates he shares the organization of Overlords he founded called "The Vee's". He'd have to apologize later. He quickly locked the door and punched her number into his phone, and nearly 3 hours later here we are.

"Hey Baby-"

delete delete delete

"Hey Sweetheart-"

delete delete delete

"What's up (Y/n)? I think I'm in love with you and you're in love with me too-"

DELETE DELETE DELETE

"Ughhh" Vox groaned, flopping down dramatically onto his bed. "This is so stupid. I'm a genius, tech CEO, and Overlord, I should be able to have women begging to get a corny text from me. So why the hell am I so paranoid about this?"

He sat there and stared at the ceiling, before making the spontaneous decision to just say fuck it and texted her just whatever popped into his digital brain.

Vox: Hey (Y/n), I got your gift and your note, thank you. No employee has ever done anything like that for me before. I have some spare time to help with your little predicament.

Vox immediately regretted sending that. He must he be so harsh and arrogant sounding. “Spare time?”, he’d just spent the last three hours dwelling over what to send to this woman.

(Y/n): Thank you sir. Do you have any ideas on what this could mean?

Vox: Well, what exactly is this feeling like? You said it was "this strangely warm feeling in my chest and my face, I feel clammy around you". Can you elaborate?

Vox wanted to face palm re-reading his texts, why is he addressing her so formally? This is a message, something to be shared between close friends, not a damn email!

(Y/n): I'm not entirely sure how to describe it. The closest emotion to it is anxiety, the whole nervousness in your stomach kind of emotion, but not anxiety itself. Is that an okay description?

Vox stared stunned at the message, some part of him almost doubted the note she had left practically confessing her feelings, but now he was completely sure of her feelings for him. Now, how was he going to explain this to her....that was the real issue.

Vox: Take what I'm about to say very seriously.

(Y/n): Okay...?

Vox sighed and typed out the message. He closed his digital eyes before sending it.

Vox: I think you might be experiencing a crush.

Vox quickly turned off his phone and started pacing around his room once more, nervously awaiting her response. A risky text has never felt this serious before. Sure, Val and him had sent some scandalous things back and forth, but this felt more intimate somehow.

Vox felt like an idiot, a lovestruck fool, a naïve man. An Overlord of Hell should not be feeling this way. He went through middle school when he was alive, there was no need to try and relive the awkward moments within it now.

Vox halted in his pacing, as he heard his phone buzz. He slowly lifted up his phone to see (Y/n)'s contact name on the front. He quickly threw it back on his bed, too nervous to even open it.

He sighed, taking off his shoes and pants, replacing them with his sleep pants and a pair of slippers. His chest was still bare, but it was a lot more comfortable than a button up shirt, seeing as he could not wear a normal t-shirt with his abnormally large, screened head.

Vox wasted another ten minuets before picking his phone back up. His heart sunk as he read the message.

(Y/n): I sincerely apologize sir. This is completely unacceptable and unprofessional. I understand if I am to be fired over this.

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11:55 pm

(Y/n) paced around her room, her pajama's coziness giving no comfort to her situation. She looked like an idiot now! How stupid she felt as this moment could only be comparable to Vox's own doubts, as she felt actual anxiety creep within her.

She was done for, not only was her job on the line, but at Voxtech the employees are conned into signing their souls away to Vox when hired. He was an Overlord of Hell, CEO, her boss as well as the owner of her soul! Now genuine curiosity was going to look like sexual harassment.

Great. Excellent. Her soul was most likely going to be torn apart tomorrow. From now until 8:30am, she should live her life to the fullest because theres no turning back now.

What's even worse is the fact that Vox has left her message on delivered for 11, now 12, minutes at this point.

Unlike her counterpart, (Y/n) was holding her phone the entire time, looking down at the screen of bubbled messages. She nearly dropped the device when the faint text turned from Delivered to Read.

Maybe her message got through to him mentally, and he can find the kindness in his heart to spare mercy on her.

Yeah right, he's an Overlord. Hell, he's not nice whatsoever, nor is he willing to spare lives. Vox has been in his fair share of Turf Wars, and has no regard for the souls he owns, seeing as he gives some of his lowest earners to Valentino to kill fairly regularly.

Her heart sped up as her phone vibrated, showing Vox had finally responded.

Vox: Don't apologize. Don't quit your job either. You will not be fired. Do you really think I could replace you? No. You're far too valuable

(Y/n) let out a sigh of relief, but had to maintain her composure as she kept re-reading the last portion of the message. "He just means valuable to the company, an asset, he's not flirting with you!" She muttered, lightly slapping her hands against her face to calm herself down.

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12:00am

Vox screamed into his pillow. What the hell was he thinking?! She was just worried about being unprofessional, and here he is, THE BOSS, throwing a flirtatious comment at her value.

Vox really wished he had a hold of some Angelic Steel right now, so he could kill himself and not regenerate.

He glanced at his phone, seeing she had read the message, and groaned again. Vox picked up his phone and threw it across his bed, where it landed on the top right corner of the screen, pressing the FaceCall button.

His eyes widened as he scrambled to grab his phone. He sudden motion made his device fall off the bed, where he leaned over quickly to grab it.

Before he could mash the red button to end the ringing, she picked up the phone. There she was, in her pajamas with her hair a little frizzy from the day the both of them had just worked. Her cheeks were a little flushed as she stared at him through the screen.

"U-Uh, Hi." Vox stupidly said. Angelic Steel was going on the top of his purchase list when he awoke in the morning, though now he doubted he was going to get any sleep at all.

"Hi Vox" She softly said. Oh yeah, no sleep for him tonight,"Why did you call me? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, I uh, actually didn't mean to call you. My phone slipped and landed on the button"

"Okay.." She said, not buying it.

Vox took notice of how much more relaxed she was in this state, not at work just talking to him, late at night. Vox's ego definitely did not need to be fed, but in moments like these with her, and when he's acting like a fool, maybe that's not a terrible thing.

"Sorry Sugar" He said, rubbing the back of his bare neck,"didn't mean to keep you up."

"Its okay Vox" (Y/n) replied,"it's better than me going to sleep worried if I were to have my life tomorrow or not."

"Your life?" Vox said, his eyes narrowing,"You didn't think I would kill you? Did you?"

(Y/n)'s face flushed, as she looked away from his knowing gaze piercing through the screen. "Well, we all know what happens to the lowest earners..."

"Well you're not a low earner, I told you, you're too valuable to lose (Y/n)."

Her face flushed, and she showed a small smile, making Vox's screen flush in return. Both of these stubborn fools were sitting here, late at night, blushing over each other.

Vox's camera moved down a little, something he took no notice of, but (Y/n)'s eyes widened at the realization he didn't have a shirt on.

If Heaven had any mercy on a Sinner, this was it. Not only will she still have her job, and more importantly her life, but she got to see her hot boss shirtless. Damn, he's fine.

"Excuse me?" Vox said, his eyes widening to the same amount her's was

"W-What?"

"What do you mean 'what'?" Vox said, his voice shaking a little from embarrassment,"You just called me fine!"

(Y/n)'s face fell, all of the colors that had dusted her cheeks were gone. "I-Im so sorry sir! I did not mean to say that out loud!"

"You were still thinking it!" Vox said, "damn it woman you really did need my help in the emotions department."

"Okay okay, I do" She said, "I'm sorry, I know you don't feel the same way..but can you at least help me navigate this...?"

Vox stared at the screen. How dense was this woman?! How the hell didn't she know of his raging crush on her?! Whatever, he was going to play dumb until he saw fit.

"Sure, only if we keep this under wraps from the rest of the Ring. I don't want the press flocking you like they do me...well...even more than they already do. I know how annoying it gets, especially handling my PR. You know more than anyone how scandalous this will look. That fucker Alastor would have a field day with my name!"

"Alright." She replied,"So? Where do we start on this?"

"We'll start tomorrow" Vox replied,"Theres no use of saying anything more in this sleep deprived state of yours. Before you argue against that, you can't tell me that this is your usual self, letting things slip like that."

"You're right." (Y/n) sighed," I'll make sure to keep my composure, especially for tomorrow at work and whatever you have planned after that."

"Sounds good. Goodnight Sugar"

"Goodnight Vox".

Vox ended the call, and flopped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He gripped the sides of his screen, his blue cheeks now a purple from blushing.

Not only did he look like a fool, but she called him "fine". Not only that, he's wormed in his way into teaching her how to feel love, more specifically for him!

Vox groaned, what has he gotten himself in to?

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8:30am

(Y/n) made her way to her desk. She opened the side door effortlessly and slid into her chair. She logged onto her computer and clocked in. She sighed seeing Vox's timestamps, seeing as he clocked in at 5:30 rather than a normal time.

There was no way 5 hours is an adequate amount of sleep. He might be a machine with a human soul, but his body surely can't handle that little amount of rest. Evidence of that is the amount of caffeine he puts into his body each day.

She frowned, before catching herself. Why did she care? He was a grown ass man, he could make poor decisions for himself. Why was she worried for him all of a sudden?

Whatever, another question for another late night session she supposed as she began to type up his schedule for the day.

There were no unusual meetings for the day, seeing as Velvette was the only one who had scheduled one.

That train of thought was cut short when her work phone rang. (Y/n) promptly answered it.

"Hello this is VoxTech, this is (Y/n) speaking. How may I help you?"

"Ah hello dear (Y/n)!" A static-like voice sang to her,"I am begrudgingly having to use this frivolous telephone cable technology to contact your boss! Ha! I must book a meeting with him at once!"

(Y/n) recognized that accent and that tone, but had to remain professional regardless

"Alright sir, what name shall that be under and what time slot do you want?"

"The name is Alastor! I thought you would've recognized my voice from my coveted radio show!"

"No sir, I don't know who you are" She said, knowing that would bruise his large ego.

Vox came from around the corner, hearing static pour from the phone as he walked. His initial thought was to just casually pass by her, just to see her before she handed him his daily report, but curiosity got the better of him. He leaned against the right wall in the hallway behind her desk.

"Okay 2 o'clock? Oh! I'm sorry sir! It looks like you're banned from Voxtech! You will not be able to place a meeting with Mr. Vox."

Vox smirked. He could hear a slight smile in her voice. Damn, he liked her even more now. She was fucking toying with the Radio Demon. He strode over to her desk, leaning against the counter as he smirked.

(Y/n) blushed, and turned on the speaker phone for him to hear Alastor.

"Banned? I am an Overlord in Hell! I must have a meeting with this Vox character. It is of utmost importance!"

"Im sorry sir but you won't be allowed to book a meeting or step foot onto the grounds of VoxTech. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm, let me speak to that box head through this device"

"No can do sir" (Y/n) lied, holding a finger up to Vox,"He's in an extremely important Overlord meeting right now. Wait, aren't you an Overlord? My, you can just talk to him at your meeting!"

Alastor was furious, not only was he unable to go to VoxTech to get dirt on Vox for his radio show, but now there's apparently an Overlord meeting he was not invited to. He hung up the phone and teleported his way back to the Hazbin Hotel.

(Y/n) and Vox heard the line cut and bursted out laughing, their smiles copying one another. Vox felt like he was on cloud nine, not only did he get to see her smile in its full glory, but he is now witnessing her laughter.

From someone who was emotionless at the very beginning of their encounters, for years, these past few days have been nothing short of a major change. Vox was very welcome to change, especially this one.

Their laughter died out, and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment too long. If they weren't at work, where anyone could walk past and see them, they would surely kiss with how close they were leaning into each other.

"I wonder how his lips feel" (Y/n) pondered as she looked at his digital mouth that was slightly agape, matching her own.

Vox's eyes eventually tore away from hers, as he brought his fist up to his mouth and awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Ah, well, I um... just get that report done! Good work on chasing that fucker off." Vox commented, before scurrying away to go hide back in his own office.

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9:50am

Vox had busied himself with his work to distract his mind. It was ten minutes until (Y/n) would be here with the daily report. Hopefully he didn't make a fool of himself again.

For a TV host, as well as the man who owned everything media related, he surely should've known how to avoid such a cliché moment like that! I mean really, the man leaning over the receptionists desk as they make a prank! It's an exact copy of one of his shows VoxTech produces!

Whatever, that was nothing. It meant nothing. Her smile. Her laugher. The kiss they almost shared-

Okay maybe it meant something, but it shouldn't have.

This should have no effect on him whatsoever, it wouldn't if it was anyone else. But her? He might as well bet against himself, because time after time he will continue to make a fool of himself in front of her.

The thoughts spiraling in his head just made him more motivated to work himself into exhaustion, where he didn't have the energy to even conjure these thoughts.

He typed away vigorously, his sharp nails clacking against the keys as he was drafting a new drone product for his gullible costumers. He was finishing up some of the final code before he sent it off to his tech team to build the beta version of it, test it, and then they'll get it approved by him before sending it off to some of his factories in the other Rings.

While he himself as a Sinner could not traverse rings, his Imp employees could, therefore he owns factories in the Wrath Ring for them to work in and ship back to Pride.

Before he could type the last string of code, his elevator floor rose, to meet the guest who wishes to enter his office, before descending once more, revealing (Y/n), holding the same boring envelope with his daily report.

"Here you go sir" She said, handing him the file. "Your only meeting is with Velvette today at 12:30."

"Excellent, thank you Sugar" Vox replied, taking the file.

"Sir, why do you call me Sugar?" She asked, "you started calling me that when I slipped up and said I..."

(Y/n) flushed at the memory of calling him model worthy, before learning her throat and going back to an emotionless state.

"Anyways, you started calling me Sugar. Why?"

Vox was caught off guard. He didn't even realize he was still calling her Sugar in the first place. Initially, it was to egg a reaction out of her. Now? He was searching for an excuse.

"I don't really know" He finally answered,"Do you want me to stop calling you Sugar...?"

Now (Y/n) was caught by surprise, her voice catching in her throat. She paused for a moment, and attempted to recollect herself in a calm, confident manner. However it seems these past few days, after she witnessed her boss's tough exterior dissolve when he spilled his coffee, that manner she was used to maintaining was no longer obtainable in his presence.

"No..." She said, coming out way softer than she had intended.

Vox rose from his chair without thinking, and walked right in front of her, towering over her. (Y/n) wasn't short by any means, but it is hard to come face to face with a demon who reaches 7 feet.

His chest was rising and falling with tension. The only thing that could be heard in the room was their synchronized breathing, heartbeats, and Vox's fans kicking on due to the heat rising to his face.

He leaned in slowly, and (Y/n) leaned up. Their eyes drooped as they slowly inched closer and closer to one another's face. Vox could feel her shaky breath on his screen, making his face flush a darker purple.

They were so close, (Y/n)'s nose nearly touched his flat screen.

Vox closed his eyes and leaned in, as did she. As they got closer together, their lips touched ever so slightly when Vox's face began to vibrate, as he was getting a call from Valentino.

They tore apart from each other quickly, as Vox threw the call on the screen with his electronic powers. He turned to apologize to (Y/n) but she was already back on the elevator, her hands hiding her face.

Valentino was whining about something but Vox couldn't care less, he was so conflicted. He felt awful for the call interrupting him...but at the same time he was ecstatic. They nearly kissed, it was so close. So terribly close. If it wasn't for Valentino's mindless chatter on the phone, he would have already lost it on his innocent monitors surrounding him.

This day was going to take forever after that.

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5:30pm

It was closing time for VoxTech employees, usually (Y/n) put in loads of overtime, but today she just needed to get home.

Her face never returned to normal after their close encounter, either adorning a blush, a goofy grin, or both. It was humiliating. She was stone cold, she had the toughest exterior anyone had ever known. Yet this man who's shown her his soft side, rather goofy side, has immediately torn down these barriers. It joyed and pissed her off to no end.

She quickly clocked out and began her trek back to her apartment. Vee employees lived close to the tower, the closest of them being Valentino's employees, who he liked to keep extremely close.

Vox was a lot more lenient on where his employees lived. He could care less as long as they show up on time and work to their full potential, that's all that matters to him.

Yet even with that disregard, high earning employees got a special apartment complex to live in. (Y/n) has always had the same one, even with job shifts, layoffs, hires, and fires, it has always been number 513.

It was always good to see that 513, whether it was a good or bad day, especially if it was bad, that dingy little 513 haphazardly imprinted into her doorframe would always be the most welcome sight in Hell to her.

She stepped inside before closing the door and slumping against it, burying her face in her knees. She let out an embarrassed scream as she recalled her two almost kisses with her boss today, one was just tension but the other? That must be the payback from that divine intervention (Y/n) thought of earlier.

She picked herself up and went through her regular routine, dinner, shower, pajamas, and before she was about to cozy up for a movie, her phone dinged. Odd, she doesn't really have any friends who contact her that regularly.

Her face flushed up when she realized it wasn't an old friend, rather it had to of been Vox himself.

(Y/n) composed herself before picking up her phone, seeing a notification from Vox

Vox: Hey Sugar we need to talk about earlier

She gulped as she replied

(Y/n): What about?

She wanted to face palm herself for asking that stupid of a question, but didn't want to get her hand sticky from her skin care routine that was still setting in

Vox: Don't play dumb with me (Y/n). I felt your lips with my own today, you and I both felt that.

(Y/n): I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I really wasn't thinking when it happened

Vox: That's the problem, it didn't. You're my employee, I own your soul! I shouldn't feel this way about you but I do! I think you understand what I mean.

(Y/n): I do understand Vox. I shouldn't feel this way towards my boss, but I do. I don't understand why or how, I have never felt this way before in my life! On Earth or in Hell!

Vox: Sugar trust me. We will learn to navigate this.

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6:45pm

Vox stared at his phone, smiling as he finally confessed his feelings. That was a lot harder than it needed to be, he had been storming something up since their kiss was interrupted. He was still at his damn office! He couldn't bring himself to turn around and face the elevator once more after the interruption from Valentino. Even throughout his meeting with Velvette, all he could think about was (Y/n).

He smirked as (Y/n) replied to his message

(Y/n): I do Vox. I trust you.

Vox: Good. I think we should keep this a secret between us for now, but I do wish to continue whatever this is we have going on.

(Y/n): Me too

Vox: Then that settles it. It looks like this will be your first step in the emotional love counseling you requested. Tomorrow, 7:00pm, you and I will be going on a date.

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peanutbutterandbananasandwichs · 3 days ago

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"like this post if you want a random spn ask"

what's a spn episode that seems underdiscussed, underrated, or even hated that you LOVE?

Ok so definitely not a hated episode but unrated/underdisscussed To ME: Mother's Little Helper (Gasp Shock Suprise Vic we had no idea you like this episode lol). So I am not out here claiming it to be the Best Episode Ever - BUT I do believe it deserves to reclaim its place in Sam Girl (gn) history. If you weren't there watching this episode on Tumblr the night it aired in the middle of the Experience that was living through S9 as it aired, I can forgive you for not understanding the IMPACT this episode had on Sam Nation in the moment. Like truly there was rejoicing in the streets, songs were sung (see Fig.1), and Sam Girl Christmas was declared (thanks @agelade) (see Fig.2)

Fig.1

Fig.2

This was the closest thing we had had to the hallowed Sam Centric Episode in what certainly felt like years - even though the timing split on this is I think actually pretty much 50/50 it in spirit is Sam centric because Sam spends the episode doing *gestures broadly* All That (see Fig 1.) and Dean spends it being mopey in a bar with Crowley (hyperbole employed for comedic effect).

Particular highlights of this episode personally for me:

Sam solo case - rare and precious thing (obviously I wouldn't want them all the time lol that's not the show but I do really enjoy seeing Sam working things more fully His Way which I think this episode showcases beautifully).

The implication that Sam Winchester is Better than You even when soulless lol - the fact that they even went so far as to point out that Sam wasn't "out of control" like these people and just committing random acts of violence, beautiful we love to see it.

Recorded exorcism on his phone HI HELLO HI - this episode has so much Sam's big beautiful brain but this is a fave moment for suuureee.

HENRY! <3

The scene of Sam setting the souls free and watching them return to their owners with this absolute sense of wonder (see Fig.3). It makes me emotional Every Single Time. (and was in fact a big inspiration for my fic Steps Toward the Water (shameless plug sorry but it really was)).

This episode features Sam looking (To ME) amongst the most beautiful he has ever looked like LOOK AT HIM (see Fig. 3, Fig. 4):

Fig.3

Fig.4

I can only assume that when Misha was directing this episode (still forget that fact and then Remember every time I think about it lmao) that he too was so overwhelmed by the Beauty of Sam that he felt compelled to capture it at its PEAK (v relatable I will give you This One Thing). In conclusion, Mother's Little Helper deserves it's status for its place in Sam Girl (gn) History, the simple joy of being given 1 (one) Sam centric episode that doesn't involve horrific torture, sexual assault (or metaphors for), or unrelenting angst (don't get me wrong I'm here for the Angst but just once its nice to seeee), and for being a particularly fine showcasing of Sam Beauty <3

#replies #sam girl christmas #sam winchester

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longer-than-i-should-admit · 1 day ago

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Okay so here it is. Had to work through my emotions first so I've found my equilibrium.

I really liked how Neve's narrative turned out as a whole. I didn't expect to get along with her because she seemed kind of cold at first but honestly? She's for the girlies. I love her. So warm once you get to know her. She's such a bestie, comparative to Leliana in DAO imo

The section I was missing was in the Heights of Athim where the well is. Killed the demon, found the chests, got the last of the statues. I didn't expect to get that achievement so I was quite proud of myself.

I didn't 100% everywhere, I'll probably try to do that next run tbh. By that point I just wanted to see what happened, and...oh boy.

I was honestly 100% happy with the game 'til I got to the third act. Now that I've stewed on it I'll confidently say it's only dropped to 90%, but that's only because I'm of the rather rose-tinted persuasion of despising even "necessary" or "worthy" character deaths. I was NOT expecting to have Davrin die (which...Lace is the alternative? my heart!). Him AND Assan, too? After everything? I know that's the whole point of sacrifice, "whatever it takes", but...idk, it just didn't sit right with me. It felt squandered. But I know that's just my opinion.

And, speaking of squandered...Varric. I'd had the gut feeling that there was more to his situation than he was letting on, especially given Solas’ little "[he] is...quite practiced at shading the truth himself", so I was thinking "oh the only reason he survived was that he got tied to the Lighthouse's energy somehow and can't leave" or “he had a reaction to the dagger like Lace did just slightly different” or smth, but the longer the game went on the more details I noticed. Lace's reaction in the start confused me. There were just enough references to him throughout to mollify my suspicions, but then I got the codex about Xenon trying to buy Bianca and Lace almost gutting him for it. Also no one ever looked at him during the table meetings, and in the scenes he spoke to Rook he waited 'til everyone else left. That all was adding up, especially when I realized that Neve had healed completely, yet Varric was still as weak as he was at first with the casts and bandages and getting tired.

So. It didn't really surprise me when I got to the Fade mission and found out the truth, but...it still upset me. I know he's been in BW's sights for a long time but I hoped he would be the one character to make it out unscathed tbh. So I accepted it, thinking that it must be worth something, that once Rook brings it up to Solas it would help to persuade him, but...nothing. The companion banter in Minrathous didn't trigger for me, so other than Rook initially confronting Solas about it I didn't get any sense of lingering remorse from Solas, which I felt was out of character for him, especially given the circumstances. (I saw Lace's dressing down later, which helped me resolve it all in my mind. It doesn't fix the fact that no one really talks about it very much, but it made me feel a little better hearing Solas say he was sorry. Really sorry.) Ultimately I felt that it was a bit cheap overall since even the Inquisitor doesn't really bring it up, so I'll be discarding that in my AU. No thanks, BW. I want my bestest dwarf intact, thank you. Moving on.

Now, the rest of Solas in the third act? *chef's kiss* Did not see him leaving us in the Fade coming at all, especially since I got the "you have earned the respect of the dread wolf " message. In retrospect I should have expected it, but I guess I forgot I was looking at him through Rook’s eyes, whom he doesn’t know, and not as "me" (who I guess I associate with the Inquisitor more atm, ironically), so it makes sense that he still doesn't necessarily trust her and was manipulating her. The blood magic thing got me, too. And what fooled me was how concerned he genuinely seemed before, like after Weisshaupt, especially when he distracted Elgarn'nan on our behalf. So it fits him, and it gave me the good moment of like "fuck you. that was clever, Dread Wolf, you got me. but fuck you."

Fade mission was the closest I got to crying the whole game. Well written, most definitely. Still don't like the character deaths but c'est la vie. Not that big of a deal since I've seen that others appreciate the stakes being so high and there actually having to be that choice. To each their own. (I'll be changing it in my fic eventually regardless lol)

Emmrich's romance got me dude. The little argument before the island genuinely had me so worried, and then them making up once she escaped the Fade? *chef's kiss* The coffin slew me on sight though lol, it was so funny to me. He's so sweet I love him so much I swear. Definitely already a favorite and I haven't even experienced the others yet lol (Lucanis will be next, for whom I am so excited)

Minrathous was crazy. I believed Solas that time, too, so caught up in his sad little puppy dog eyes. I even noticed the "by my hand" comment and thought about it and then just dismissed it like "whatever you say king I am at your disposal". Woof. Getting to fight with him again, especially at full power, was so...well, empowering. Like I said, I didn't get the banter (since I had Lace and Emmrich with me), so it felt a little empty. I'll make sure to wait for it next time. (AND I SO CALLED IT THAT HE AND EMMRICH WOULD GET ALONG. WHERE ARE THE FICS OF THEM GETTING TO INTERACT, HUH? W H E R E)

I'm so glad Bellara turned out okay, I didn't think I could handle losing her, too. And Enaste in the middle of it all? Poor baby. I wanted to hug her so bad. Morrigan calling her out was funny though ngl

I got the rune of Felassan from the Caretaker, but I had really hoped that the spirit would have some sort of greater impact on the narrative, like appealing to Solas on our behalf for our help in the Crossroads/for the spirits, or with the rune actually summoning some spirits to help fight Elgar'nan like it sounded when the caretaker described it. A little thing, perhaps, but I thought for sure the Caretaker would have a greater narrative impact than that.

And boy. Oh boy. Getting to see the Dread Wolf was something. Big boy. Big pupper. That was so badass.

By the time I fought Elgar’nan I had mostly gotten the hang of the combat so it wasn’t too bad. I really like him and Ghil as villains overall. Just the right balance of real tangible threat and silly evils.

Oh and Solas clinging to his duty right until the end? I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to convince him when I first saw the trick or fight options, but then I realized I got the good ending from Mythal’s essence and I was so relieved. And boy? Let me tell you.

That entire scene had me almost in tears. It was so good. The angles and the lighting and the voice acting and the interactions and...everything. It was everything I wanted. So heartfelt and brought such good closure. And Lavellan getting to be with him in the end is actual perfection.

So, overall, I'd say I am mostly satisfied with the game personally. It was a product of a decade of ups and downs and while it is by no means perfect, I am so grateful to have had the chance to find "canon" closure and experience this game (mostly) spoiler free the first time. To me the world building we were afforded feels more like cherries put on top of the cake that was already there rather than baking something new, although there are of course some completely understandable nitpicks I have seen other people make. However, for what it is, and where it leaves us, I am content. Even if they don't make another game, I'm glad we got this one.

Anywho...I have already started my second playthrough with my Mournwatcher rook and have already started tweaking my AU/fics to accommodate the new information we got. :)

Thirteen (point six) hours in now that it’s finally downloaded…I tired…I’ve been up since seven am lol, it’s so much better than I expected!🥰

I’ll post better images once I figure out where in the hell my screenshot folder is but my baby Fenalan turned out so so gorgeous oml🥹

Spoilers mentioned under the cut:

I’m so glad Varric is okay. He gave Fenalan a little pep talk when she cracked under the pressure a bit so she’s doing her best to hold it together for the team. She left the mayor bc he’s a shithead and she’s generally been rather purple-coded, as I thought.

She has also given Solas a hard time at first, as planned. I wasn’t expecting him to clap back like he did in that second scene lol, but now that Varric has given her more insight into Solas’ personality she’ll be more cooperative going forward (while still being a lil shit of course).

God I know I’m waiting to romance Lucanis for Khalida but I understand why people are so I love with him. He went grocery shopping for them🥹and the delight in his voice when Fenalan got him the wyvern tooth dagger? Oh my lanta, my heart. And the fact that he noted her favorite drink being tea? That slew me on the spot. By god I am going to smooch you so hard next time. Get ready for it. (Rn he and Neve are flirting up a storm and it’s so damn cute I want to die.)

Honestly all the companion missions so far have been so sincere and sweet. I can’t wait to see more! I’m starting to get all the little side missions branching out so I’m trying not to get overwhelmed with them all by taking them one at a time. I think I’ll tackle more of arlathan forest first thing tomorrow.

I unlocked the memory where Solas fights Elgar’nan, so is the elf who was with him Felassan? I’m assuming it’s Felassan. And if that’s Felassan I am going to cry bc he seems so nice and outgoing.

Also who summoned the fish in the Lighthouse? (I think it was Felassan lol, he seems like an agent of chaos. The “you summoned them, you’ll have to feed them” line took me out.)

I’m mentally cataloguing all the little differences I’ll be making with Khalida, who is more of the soft-spoken, shy, diplomatic type. Her favorite drink will be the “something sweeter” option, she’ll have supported Varric’s plan, and she’ll be more open to Solas’ input off the bat once she gets over her initial fright of him. She’s such a sweet little thing and Lucanis is going to be an utter disaster with her since she’s a bit oblivious lol

God idk if I’m going to be able to sleep after all this but hey, here’s to trying lol

On nydha, lethal’len!🥰

#fisara's scrawlings #dragon age #dav #I have a lot more thoughts but this will do for now

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