#calvin.......................... angry? wild

[thvndcrstrvck]

💔 ( calvin )

send me a 💔 for my muse to talk about one of their exes.

“oh, um...” calvin shifts in his seat and clears his throat. “okay.”

“well, we met when i was in high school -- he was my english teacher for 3 years so we spent a lot of time together. we talked a lot ‘cause he was just so... smart and kind, and he treated me like an equal. i even came out to him first. i mean, there’s nothing to say about him, really. you want me to tell you about malachi? i was a kid and he was a grown man, i loved him and he didn’t love me, i risked everything for him and he had a wife to go home to at the end of the day, so... i don’t get why i need to talk about him. but i’ll say this: if i ever run into him again, i’ll kill him.”

[zeesbumblingbees]

When I see clips from SVU seasons 13 - 22 where they rewrite Elliot out to be a terrible person who was holding Olivia back when they were too pussy to actually explicitly explore the complexity of their unspoken relationship while he was on screen because edging the audience with side jokes and fleeting moments of Vibes™ was easier and helped bait people to keep the ratings up - I'M NOT AN IDIOT, DICK WOLF, I KNOW YOU WANTED TO PAINT HIM OUT AS A NET NEGATIVE BECAUSE YOU WERE PISSED OFF MELONI TRIED NEGOTIATING MORE MONEY! YOU'RE NOT SLICK, BITCH

[obvithe-bestsoph]

Hi!! Love your writing! Can you do a pedri fic with no. 46 please 🫶

Maybe something like Pedri being annoyingly flirty with the reader even when they are at family events and public and the reader just can't take it anymore but not in a seriously angry way. More like reader being shy and blushing. Thank you!!

No. 46 | "Oh my god, what is wrong with you?" PG8

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You’ve learned exactly three things about Pedri since you started dating him.

One: he’s not as quiet as he pretends to be.

Two: his favorite hobby is getting reactions out of you.

Three: it doesn’t matter how many people are watching, he’s going to flirt with you like it’s his job.

Unfortunately, today is a prime example of all three.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you hiss under your breath, clutching your glass of wine tighter than necessary.

Pedri doesn’t even blink. Just leans back in the patio chair, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, curls wild from the ocean breeze, and mouth tilted in that half-smile that makes your stomach somersault. “Like what?” he asks, innocent, eyebrows high.

You shoot him a look that could kill.

It’s a family barbecue at his parents’ place in Tegueste. Everyone’s here, his brother, cousins, aunties, one of his little cousins toddling around with watermelon juice dripping down his chin. Music’s playing low, the sun’s not quite set, and someone’s grilling sardines. It should be relaxing and fun. 

And it would be, if Pedri wasn’t eyeing you like he’s got a secret and you’re the answer.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you mutter, cheeks on fire.

Pedri just grins wider, reaching across the table like he’s going for the olives. Instead, he tugs your pinky under the table and brushes his thumb across your knuckle, subtle and maddening.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs, voice low.

You yank your hand away and flick a cherry tomato at him. It bounces off his shoulder and lands in his lap. He picks it up and eats it slowly.

“I’m going to punch you,” you whisper.

“You’re going to kiss me,” he replies.

You nearly choke on your drink.

He’s not even trying to hide it anymore. For the past hour, he’s been relentless, sneaking touches when he passes behind you, eyes glued to you, whispering comments that should be illegal to say in front of his abuela.

It’s not that you don’t like it. You do. Way more than you should. But there’s something about being around his family, people you’re still getting to know, people who’ve known him since he was tiny and toothless and running around the garden with food smeared on his cheeks, that makes it all so much worse. Like he’s pulling you into some private joke while everyone else is just trying to enjoy their croquetas in peace.

“Want me to help you get more drinks?” he asks, standing up and stretching his arms overhead, knowing exactly what he’s doing when his shirt lifts and reveals just a hint of abs, Calvin Klein waistband, tanned skin, and happy trail.

You close your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

You do. That’s the problem.

You mutter something that sounds vaguely like a curse word and push back from the table, grabbing your empty glass and stalking toward the cooler at the edge of the patio. Pedri follows like a puppy. A smug, very attractive, absolutely unbearable puppy.

“You know my tío asked if we were already living together?” he says, reaching into the cooler for a bottle of sparkling water.

Your heart leaps into your throat. “He what?”

Pedri shrugs, twisting off the cap with one hand and handing it to you like he didn’t just drop a casual bomb. “Said we looked like the kind of couple that was already domesticated. His words.”

You take a long sip and try not to imagine your toothbrush next to his. “And what did you say?”

Pedri steps closer. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough that you can feel his warmth. “Told him that we spend every night together in our big, queen bed, doing all sorts of things he doesn’t even want to know about.”

You freeze. “You what?”

His smile is devastating. “Relax. I’m joking.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. “Oh my god, what is wrong with you?”

He laughs, low and delighted, and it vibrates through your fingertips where they’re pressed against him. “You should see your face.”

“You’re evil,” you mumble, turning away before he sees how red your cheeks are now.

He catches your wrist gently. “I’m serious, though. I like being around you. Like, always.”

You glance up at him. For once, he’s not teasing. Just watching you with a soft kind of certainty that makes your heart do weird things.

“You can’t say that while your entire family’s in earshot,” you whisper.

“They’re not listening.”

“They’re right there.”

He leans in closer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You try to glare at him, but your lips betray you and curl upward anyway. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know,” he says, and kisses your cheek so quickly you barely have time to react.

You glance over your shoulder, fully expecting his mamá or abuela or someone to be staring, but everyone seems occupied, passing dishes, laughing at something Fer said, playing with the baby. Somehow, the two of you are in a little bubble of your own.

“You’re a menace,” you whisper.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

You shove him gently, and he stumbles back with a dramatic gasp like you’ve wounded him. “You’ll regret that,” he warns.

You raise an eyebrow. “Try me.”

And that’s how you end up hiding from him behind the lemon tree, ten minutes later, breathless from running and laughing and trying not to knock over any potted plants. He’s hunting you through his childhood garden like you’re playing tag instead of attending a very civilized adult gathering.

You crouch low, trying to catch your breath, knees buried in soft grass.

“Found you.”

You shriek when his voice appears just behind your ear. Before you can react, he’s got his arms around your waist and he’s lifting you off the ground, spinning you once before setting you down and pinning you gently against the tree.

“You’re deranged,” you say, giggling despite yourself.

“You’re adorable when you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

He leans in like he’s about to kiss you again, but this time he pauses just short. “You know I’d never embarrass you, right? Like, for real?”

The shift in tone is subtle, but you catch it.

You blink at him. “You kind of already did. Multiple times.”

“Okay, but only in the ‘you-blush-and-everyone-thinks-it’s-cute’ way. Not in the ‘let’s-make-this-unbearably-awkward’ way.”

You smile, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw. “I know. You’re annoying, but you’re sweet about it.”

“Good. Because I like making you blush.”

“You like watching me suffer.”

“I love watching you suffer. Specifically in a cute, red-faced, squeaky-voice kind of way.”

You swat at his chest again, but it’s mostly for show. He catches your hand and laces his fingers through yours, swinging it slightly between you.

“Want to go back before someone sends a search party?” you ask.

“Only if you promise to sit next to me again.”

“I’m literally already sitting next to you.”

“Closer.”

You sigh, resigned. “Fine.”

“Like, thigh-to-thigh, maybe share-a-napkin kind of close.”

You narrow your eyes. “So needy.”

He grins. “The neediest.”

Back at the table, no one comments on your extended absence. Pedri plops down beside you and promptly steals your fork. You let him. You even let your knee bump against his under the table, and when he leans over to whisper something that makes your ears burn, you just nudge him with your shoulder and try not to smile.

Because yeah, he’s annoying. He’s flirty and smug and he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

But he’s also yours.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[tessenda]

Random thsc headcanons go!

Right got his "Sands of Time" as a gift from his best friend Gabe. This happened before he joined the Toppats. They're no longer speaking, especially since Right threw away everything from his past to get a fresh start in the clan. Gabe thinks Right is dead.

Rupert is chronically offline. He loves exercising, especially ones that are basically a form of fighting. In his free time, he's in the gym or hiking. He has dragged Johnny and Dave outside before. If you say a random brain rot term to him, he'll give you a confused look. He'll also immediately die in any video game you give him. He's embarrassed about that fact.

Dave loves to bake! It relaxes him.

Hubert and the CCC have beef. They don't like each other. Hubert tries to stay clear of the CCC's way, cause he knows they'll use any excuse to drop nukes on him. It's actually why the raid happen hours before the rocket launched. Any sooner, it would've been flagged as a spike in chaos, and well... nukes.

Sven fears the possibility of becoming leader, and only became one out of necessity in the timelines he is. If there's any chance someone else can take the lead, he'll give it to them and book it. This is why Ellie is the leader of the clan in TCW.

Dmitri used a box trap with a gem as bait to capture Henry. This is canon to me until proven otherwise.

The universe bends over backwards to prevent anyone from seeing what's underneath Rupert's hat. Nobody knows if he's thinning or has hair. It's a mystery.

Kurt feels hopeless, and spends most of his money getting drunk. However, once Dave "left", it motivated him to quit his job and get a new one. (Cop so he can meet Johnny lol). In most timelines, he never finds out Dave didn't actually quit, but instead was kidnapped. Honestly thought Dave became a mail man or something.

Poshly (I think that was his name) is Thomas's father. I have no evidence for this except they're both fancy and have monocles.

Thomas is a seamstress, and loves creating top hats. Also is very passionate about toppat clan history and tradition. Very loyal.

Dr. Vin has committed crimes before.

The twins have accidentally drugged Rupert once. Calvin and Konrad decided they were going to eat some wild berries they found. Rupert caught them and tried to get them to stop, saying something about how they could be poisonous, but while he was talking one of them threw the berry into his mouth. It wasn't exactly poisonous, but Rupert was taken to med bay, and was out of it for the rest of the day.

Reginald, Thomas, and Geoffroy were all born into the clan. Sven, Burt, Terrance and Right weren't. Right joined because of Reginald, and Sven and Burt were both orphans rescued by the clan.

Terrance only joined cause he was sick of his dead-end job and craved thrill. He gained Henry's abilities a few years afterwards. Before then, he was a loyal man who loved theatrics and was a master at disguise. The power quickly came to his head and he lost touch with reality.

Ellie used the anger from Henry's betrayal in Ghost Inmate timelines to escape the Wall. Then had a depressive crash right after, except in TCW where she knows if she's not angry with Henry, she'll crash. Ellie was not in a good head space when she was at the Wall, and unless Henry helped her escape, the despair consumes her.

[ghost-bxrd]

And now I'm thinking of talon!Calvin + reverse robins, in which Calvin is about the same age as Damian, or older, and was sent to guide Dick to kill his parent's murderer, as a begining of his talonisation, as killing does break you a lot, especially when you're already vulnerable, or pick slack if Dick can't kill Zucco, and allow him to join, despite falling the test of being capable of killing without electrium running in his blood, which would've made him the best Grey Son

Cue, Calvin clearly remembering being close friends with John Grayson, and being like wait this owling is my friend's, yes, he would be safer if he would be turned into the talon, but I can't let him be broken like I was, maybe I can just give him a shot of electrium without all that to protect him

Cue, while Calvin has a whateoido Bruce, who had his fair share of wild children, starting with his own blood son for crying out loud, adopting the kid

Omg Damian would hate Calvin. Like—- so much. (While Calvin would be largely indifferent and just ignore him. Which just makes Damian angrier lmao)

But the way I understand it, a dose of Electrum strong enough to make a difference on the human organism would have to kill them first! So Calvin would have this awful dilemma about wanting to make sure Dick can’t be hurt but having to kill him in the process. It would tear him up inside. Especially because the kid is so trusting and happy that he met someone who knew his parents well (and angry, yes. There’s also the anger. But there’s also joy still there despite it all. Joy over Calvin of all people.) He doesn’t even have to coax Dick away from the manor, he follows Calvin like a duckling the moment he mentions living in the circus with John and Mary for a time.

(Damian nearly has a heart attack when he goes to check up on the traumatized, angry boy that’s been living with them only shy of a month and finds him missing. The window wide open. No signs of forced entry, but a suspicious track of claw marks on the window sill (the moment Calvin realized just whose child Dick Grayson was) and a parliament of owls suddenly perching on the large oak tree a few yards away. And Damian doesn’t even care that Tim still hates his guts, or that Jason has school in the morning, or that Bruce is still stuck in a WE meeting— he mobilizes all forces to find Dick and bring him home.)

Meanwhile Calvin is screaming internally, perched between the spires of Gotham cathedral with an energetic little circus kid in his lap munching on a hotdog and asking questions about Calvin and the Graysons nonstop. And by the time Dick yawns and sleepily and nestles his head under Calvin’s chin, content to be in the presence of someone from the circus who was friends with his parents, Calvin realizes he can’t kill Dick. Not even temporarily. He can’t do that to him. He’ll just— he’ll just have to protect him himself. Make sure the Court never gets their claws on him. Ever. They get to have him over his thrice dead body.

[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 9)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

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Morning of Curtis’s wedding

It was the feeling of intense pleasure that pulled you out of deep slumber. Hot and trembling, your heart was ready to jump out of your chest because Billy’s heavy body was all tangled up with yours. He was kissing your neck, his fingers pulsing inside you.

A guttural moan escaped you.

“Like that, sweetheart? You like being finger fucked?” He thrust another finger inside you, moving in an unpredictable rhythm that drove you wild while he continued to murmur dirty things. Your leg was wrapped around the back of his thigh, body clinging to him desperately as it thrummed under his touch.

You opened your eyes for a moment, and the volatile darkness on Billy’s face made your heart want to explode. You assumed he’d enjoy being in control, dragging out his seduction of you, but that’s not at all what he looked like. Instead his face was awash with emotion as he clung to you.

“You’ll be begging for my cock soon.” The arrogance of his words belied the gentleness on his face. “Beg me so hard for a good fucking…”

All coherent thoughts left your brain as his fingers twisted in you, hitting that oh-so-sensitive spot that left you panting and screaming. “Please, Billy-”

“Yeah, just like that.” His teeth sunk into your bare shoulder, somehow biting you and licking you at the same time. “You’ll scream for me, won’t you, sugar?”

You didn’t respond, your body jerking against him as you reached closer to your peak.

“No?”

Silky moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his skin.

“Maybe you’re right.” His tongue flicked in your ear, making you buck against him. “Can’t scream when your mouth is stuffed with my cock.”

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, drowning you in waves of pleasure. And while you luxuriated in ecstasy, he continued whispering dirty things to you, heightening your emotions further.

Sweat glistened your skin. You were spent, flushed and boneless. Eyes heavy with sleep, you told yourself you’d rest them for just a minute… and then you felt Billy drop gentle kisses on your eyelids, embrace you with so much affection that you gave into sleep completely.

***

The next morning Billy had to leave to get ready for the wedding with Curtis and the other groomsmen. The wedding was in a couple of hours. There would be pictures to take and lots of ceremonial bullshit where he’d be busy with the wedding party and that meant you were on your own until the wedding. You didn’t mind, it gave you time and space to think about everything that happened. Last night flashed through your mind. He opened up about his feelings, defying your expectations. Were they genuine? You didn’t know. What if he only wanted you because he didn’t see any other way out? Could you be with him under those circumstances?

It also made you realize something unexpected. You missed Billy.

It was a strange feeling, one you weren’t used to. While men served their purposes and you enjoyed their company, you weren’t someone who grew emotionally attached in relationships. Maybe that’s why it was easy to maintain your friendship with Calvin, much to the surprise of your friends. One day you were in love, next day you found out he was fucking everyone else and you broke things off. You weren’t bitter, angry or heartbroken, and the two of you transitioned into a close friendship very quickly.

But one good night with Billy and you were already invested. You didn’t want to think about him with another woman. The thought alone made you want to rip him to shreds.

You missed his touch, his hair, his smell. The way he stared into your soul as if you were the very foundation of his being. The way he kissed you, held you, clung to you. It was all good but the thing you missed the most was talking to him. You and him conversed throughout the night, in the morning. Shared embarrassing moments and joyous ones, sprinkles of times that marked both of your lives and helped shape who you were today. He talked about growing up in the family that he did, always being under Alistair’s thumb, having expectations that he had no desire to fulfill. You discussed being raised by a single mother and an older brother, a childhood marked with poverty but one you adored because of all the love and care your mom had enveloped you in.

The two of you exchanged a lot, but there were things you didn’t talk about. Billy said nothing about his time with the marines, or what happened when he was captured. Frank was only mentioned peripherally.

And you didn’t talk about the father who abandoned you. Or the falling-out with your brother. Despite your newfound intimacy, it was too soon.

You always had good instincts about people. It was one of your superpowers and had never guided you wrong. And your instincts told you Billy was trustworthy. That despite all the outward superficial differences between you and him, you two had more in common than most. Of course that didn’t stop you from feeling scared and insecure. You didn’t want to divulge too much, what if he hurt you? That was definitely one of the reasons why you didn’t sleep with him. You had good sex before, great even, but you were always able to detach your emotions from your hookups. With Billy though, it felt different. It wouldn’t be easy to distance yourself. Why would you even risk something so stupid when there was already an expiry date on the relationship? You were an idiot.

Yet, despite having every reason not to, you wanted him.

You thought about him as you got ready for the wedding and reception. Would he like your outfit? The dress you’d chosen was one you wore to previous professional events. It wasn’t sexy or wild, but the dark green lace fit you well and enhanced your curves without being sensuous. It wasn’t something you’d wear to a date or anything, but that was the whole reason you chose it. This was one of Billy’s best friend’s wedding and you didn’t want to stand out or be an attention whore. The nagging thought that you normally wouldn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions pricked at you, but you chose not to dwell on it.

The dress might not have been an appropriate reflection of your personality but your hair certainly was. Choosing not to go with straight hair, you kept your strands wild and wavy with a few loose curls interspersed throughout. Usually you preferred a darker lipstick but for today your make-up was light and fresh. Silver stilettos completed the overall look, complimenting your necklace and earrings.

Anxiety surged through your stomach as you made your way through to the gazebo where the wedding would be. People were already mingling, and based on the chairs set out it would be a small wedding. Your eyes scanned the crowd for Billy and found him standing beside Curtis. The sight of him stole your breath. Dressed in a casual beige linen suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, which all of the groomsmen were wearing, he stood out because of his stunning beauty. His hair glistened under the sun, his neatly-trimmed beard complimenting his perfectly shaped face. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses and you wished he’d take them off. You loved staring into the deep pools of his brown eyes.

Busy talking to Curtis, he eventually noticed you and gave you a smile. You responded in same, wishing you could speak to him but not wanting to interrupt. You took a seat in one of the empty back rows, and started scrolling through your phone when he came to sit beside you. He handed you a drink, surprising you. It was a gin and tonic with extra limes, exactly how you liked it. Apparently he was paying attention last night.

“Hey.” His voice was a husky whisper, carrying the same raspy growl when he commanded you to come more than once last night. Instantly your throat ran dry, and you took a sip of the drink.

“Hi,” you murmured back. Needing a distraction, you reached out to remove the sunglasses from his face. No matter how many times you looked into his eyes, you never got over how deeply mesmerizing his gaze was. “You look hot.”

A flirtatious smile played across his lips. “Thank you.”

A part of you hoped he would return the compliment, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned back in his chair. “Been keeping yourself busy?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Something like that.”

“Sorry I haven’t been around. We all got ready and had to take pictures-”

“I know the drill,” you interjected with a smile. “Did you get a chance to eat?”

“Yeah, Curtis had a whole brunch thing for us.”

“Good. Don’t want you to faint during the ceremony and have the bride hate you for stealing all the attention.”

He chuckled, shifting towards you. You wanted to ask him more about his day so far but his eyes were focused on you, roaming over your face, inhaling you in, and you found yourself too nervous to speak. Did he like your look? You weren’t his type, that alone made you insecure. On top of that you weren’t in your usual feel-good outfit.

“Finish your drink,” he ordered.

“I want to enjoy it,” you drawled, taking a slow, long sip. His eyes followed your every movement, consuming you with a desperation that made you hot and aroused.

Taking the glass from your hand, he downed the rest of your drink and put the empty glass aside. His hand linked with yours next, intertwining your fingers together while he leaned forward, his lips right by your ear. “Have you been thinking about me?”

Your heart started to dance at the velvety tone of his voice. “No.”

“Not at all?”

“Absolutely not. I barely even remember who you are.”

A low chuckle greeted your ear, stirring your desire. “I’m the guy who made you come six times last night.”

“Are you sure?” You lips grazed over his cheek, brushing his skin ever so tantalisingly.

“Maybe you need a fucking reminder, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Where should I start?”

“You tell me.”

“Maybe I’ll start with your beautiful tits. Sucking on them, playing with them. Never been with someone so soft before, your gorgeous tits bouncing the way they did when I fucked you so good.”

You swallowed audibly, your skin tingling with excitement. “You didn’t fuck me,” you reminded him.

His eyes leveled with yours. “Not yet but I will. I’ll fuck you slow and hard, rough and quick.” His fingers squeezed yours. “I’ll take you any way, any time, as much as I fucking want. And you’ll love it. You’ll beg for it.”

His words unfurled something wild inside you, making you wet. “Billy-“

“Your tight, wet cunt is gonna feel so, so good when I’m inside you.” He moved closer, his nose almost touching yours. “Like my cock was made just for you, a perfect fit. You want that too, don’t you? Want me to stretch you out so you can feel every inch of me when I ride you hard?”

Unable to hold the intensity of his gaze, your eyes dropped to his mouth.

“I know that look, sweetheart. It’s the way you look at me when you’re so fucking wet for me you can’t think straight.” Easing the grip on your hand, his fingers slowly caressed his way up your arm, trailing a path of heated desire on your skin. “Your eyes get all dewy, your skin flushes pink. Your sweet, wet pussy-”

“Please stop.”

“I can’t.” It was the earnestness in his voice that drew your gaze back to him. “I want to, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your breath came out in short spurts, as if you’d been running a million miles. You didn’t understand the impact he had on you. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t you. “I… you should go back to Curtis. Maybe he needs you.”

“And you? Do you need me?” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, resting his temple on your shoulder. The intimacy of his touch made you quiver, a physical reaction he sensed immediately. You felt his cocky smirk, even if you couldn’t see it. “You do,” he said with full confidence.

“You wouldn’t even admit how you felt until I forced it out of you,” you reminded him.

He pulled back slightly to peer at you closely. “What’s your point?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “Maybe you’ll change your mind and regret this.”

Before Billy could respond, Omer appeared by your side. “Y/N, you’re fine as hell.” He let out a soft whistle before bending down to kiss you on the cheek.

Flattered, you smiled. Billy may not have complimented you but at least there was someone who appreciated the effort you put in. “Thank you, Omer. You look great too.”

Billy stiffened, standing up. “Hands off the wife,” he barked, scowling at the other man.  

Side by side, both men were equally gorgeous in their own way but your heart only fluttered for Billy. Which was ridiculous because normally you’d be all over a hottie like Omer.

“Come on, man. Can’t blame me for appreciating pure art, can you?” Omer winked at you, causing you to laugh.

Billy’s scowl grew more pronounced. “What do you want? Why’re you here?”

“Wedding’s about to start soon. Curtis is asking for us.”

Billy turned to you. “Need anything before I leave?”

“I’m fine.”

“Yes. You. Are.” Omer nodded his head in appreciation, giving you a deliberately lewd smile.

It was meant to be a playful gesture but you noticed how roughly Billy pulled Curtis away from you. There was viciousness in his action and it struck you that you liked it.

Leaning back in your chair, you focused your attention on Billy as the wedding started.

***

Throughout the reception, Billy kept checking up on you. He was seated at the head table along with the wedding party but you appreciated when he stopped at yours, occasionally bringing you a drink, other times just coming by to chat. Any time Omer was in your vicinity, Billy would magically appear and drag you away for a dance. His possessive nature, his jealousy – you enjoyed it. Maybe that was fucked up - you knew it was - but you didn’t care. It was a relief to admit that, but you also couldn’t help wonder if it was actual jealousy or just about competing with Omer. Not wanting to dwell on it, you pushed the thought deep down.

You were sipping on red wine when the father-daughter dance started. The bride was stunning, and her father beamed with pride as the two danced to an emotional ballad. A wave of sadness hit you. You would never experience a moment like that, and it carved a deep wound in your chest. Your father didn’t want to have anything to do with you, not now, and especially not when you were a child. He didn’t want a second kid, he never did, and your family paid the price for that.

“You okay?”

Billy’s words brought you out of your reverie. “I’m fine,” you said in a dismissive tone, telling yourself to snap out of it.

“Everyone’s dancing.”

You scanned the other couples that were now on the dance floor. “I can see that.”

“You want to join them?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “These stilettos are pinching my feet.”

“Take them off.”

You pulled up the table cover to show him a sneak peek of your bare feet. “Already did.”

There was a strange expression on his face as he reached out to caress your hair, his fingers threading through your curls, his hand languidly traveling down to your back. He’d removed his jacket, his collar undone, and you had the sudden urge to kiss every inch of him, lick him, bite him. Fuck him. You turned away immediately, returning your attention to the dance floor.

His thumb caressed the nape of your neck. A casual touch not meant to be sexual – yet it was all you could feel, your focus concentrated on the heat of his skin scorching yours. You felt it with every fiber of your being, the sensation of his idle strokes making you heady.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked from behind.

Your stomach was twisted into knots, body clenched with anticipation. “Sucking you off.”

His thumb stilled immediately. You thought you heard him catch his breath, but maybe you were imagining things. But you definitely sensed his intoxicating gaze boring into your back. You slid your feet back into your heels and stood up, carefully avoiding his gaze. He was everywhere, haunting your thoughts, your mind, surrounding you and making you crazy. You needed to breathe, to get some air and some fucking sense. What was wrong with you? This wasn’t like you.

You rushed out of the reception area, but you weren’t alone. No. Billy was stalking you, trailing behind. You moved to the gardens, away from everyone, knowing full well you were deliberately leading him somewhere isolated. The paved road came to an end, and you took off your shoes again, not wanting the heels to sink into the grassy lawn. Barefooted, you made your way further inside when suddenly he yanked your elbow, whirling you around.

Before you could speak, his mouth was on yours, demanding your complete submission. You groaned against him and he bit your tongue, not too hard, not too soft, driving you out of your mind.

“Why are you fucking with me?” He demanded, pushing you against a vined wall.

You smiled, a Cheshire-cat smile, wicked and sassy as you kissed your way down his chest, undoing his shirt. Your hands and lips marked the contours of his toned frame, his lean abs, quickly and deftly unbuttoning his trousers. He was hard, hard for you, because he wanted you and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. “Because I can,” you whispered. On your knees in front of him, you stared up at him with a seductive smirk. “Because I want to.” You slid down his boxer and pulled out his stiff cock, your fingers wrapping around him oh-so-softly.

Blow jobs were usually a bargaining chip, a way to get what you wanted. But with Billy, you wanted to suck him off. You wanted to see him wild and uncontrolled, losing every coherent thought because your mouth was on him and pleasuring him. He didn’t disappoint, his one hand bracing the wall, the other fisting your hair, his head lolled back, his guttural moans echoing in the air.

His beautiful, pretty cock was full in your mouth, just the right kind of snug fit that made it enjoyable for you. You worked him, teasing him, taunting him, his pre-cum slathering your face. Your movements and his groans formed a communion that further entrenched you two together, heightening the erotic sensation.

And then suddenly, a shrill ring from his phone broke your stupor. Both of you ignored it at first, but the caller didn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he growled, easing his grip on your head.

When you realised he was actually shifting, you pulled away. Swiping the wetness from your mouth, you glared up at him. “Don’t you dare answer it.”

To his credit he ignored it, and you attempted to go down on him again – but the caller refused to let up.

“Let me get rid of ‘em,” he mumbled, reaching to grab his phone.

Irritated, you knelt back on your heels. The second he saw the name of the caller, you felt him withdraw. One minute the two of you were intimately connected, the next you were on your own.

“Hey,” he answered, cradling the phone between his chin and shoulder, pulling up his boxers, his trousers, righting his clothes.

You heard a woman’s voice on the phone, clear as day.

“Where?” he prodded, his back turned to you now.

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your knees.

“I’ll be right there,” he said on the phone before hanging up. A quick glance over his shoulder at you was the only acknowledgement you received. “I have to go. Something’s come up.” Without another word, he left you behind.

Humiliation surged through you. You were discarded, like you were nothing. Tears brimmed in your eyes, your heart hurting along with your pride. Swallowing your tears, you wiped your face with the bottom of your dress and started to walk back to the reception area.

There was a couple walking hand in hand a few feet away, very much in love. It made the pain worse.

All of a sudden Omer came running towards you, concern marking his face. “We’ve been looking for you!” he huffed. “You need to talk some sense into him.” Gripping your elbow, he led you back to the reception area. Instead of going to your seat however, the two of you made your way to the back area where you found Curtis, Maria and a stunning brunette standing alongside Billy.

Curtis looked upset as he confronted both Billy and the brunette. “Are you guys out of your mind? You know how dangerous this is? Dinah, you know better than this!”

“You don’t have to do this, Billy,” Maria pleaded. “Going after them won’t bring back Frank. You know that.”

Billy’s face was blank, revealing nothing, but you noted the twitch in his jaw, the heated gaze he exchanged with Dinah.

Curtis turned to you. “Will you talk him out of this madness?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” you replied.

Dinah finally broke her silence. “We know the location of those who killed Frank and my brother.”

“Yeah, in Afghanistan,” Omer spat out.

Despite your anger at Billy, the thought of him rushing into danger made you sick to your stomach. “And what, Billy? You want to go after them? Do you know how stupid that sounds? What will that accomplish?” You walked to him, trying to catch his eyes, but he refused to look at you. “This is a stupid fucking thing to do. You see that, don’t you?”

His eyes were cold when he finally met your gaze. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m your wife-“

“You’re nothing!” His voice was filled with contempt, disgust masked his face. “You’re only here because I was forced into this fucking farce of a marriage. Did you forget that?”

The world stopped. You wanted to sink into the ground with shame and embarrassment. Everyone’s eyes were on you, watching you, judging you. Like you were nothing. Worthless. Because that’s what Billy had just declared to everyone.

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. The silence in the air was thick with tension. But you wouldn’t break down, no matter what. Holding your head high, you swallowed the painful lump in your throat and made your way back to the reception area.

Your purse was still tucked under the table where you left it, and you reached out to grab it. Your eyes fell on Billy’s jacket from earlier, still wrapped around the back of the chair beside yours. It took every inch of resolve you had not to spit on the damn thing or burn it to the ground. You glanced up at that moment only to see Billy and Dinah leaving the reception area, his hand tucked around her waist.

Fuck Billy. Fuck Dinah. Fuck everyone else.

You pulled out your phone from the purse and dialed Alistair’s number.

Fuck the deal you made. You had no intention of staying married to the asshole for even a minute longer.

To be continued...

As always, thank you for your patience and support. It means the world to me.

It's my birthday next week and I won't be writing, but I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek of what's coming up in the next chapter.

Calvin squeezed your hand before sliding out of the booth, leaving you by yourself. Smiling, you took a sip of bourbon from his glass but the taste instantly fizzled in your mouth when a new figure slid into the booth. Billy. His hair was longer, his beard heavier, bloodshot eyes staring back at you with fierce rage and contempt.

“Disappointed to see me alive?” he growled.

You stared back at him, your emotions under tight control . It didn’t matter that he was back. He meant nothing to you. Your voice was calm and steady when you spoke next. “Couldn’t care less actually.”

[its-wabby-stuff]

How Human is your Animal?

Based on animalistic representation in Media. Ranging from anthropomorphic to everyday pet.

A tier list for your convenience

S Tier- Humans don’t exist here

Qualifications: the world has no humans, animals tend to walk on hind legs and participate in human like societies, most likely anthropomorphic but not required

Zootopia, Kung Fu Panda, Sing, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Chicken Little, My Little Pony, Goofy Movie, Ducktales, Robin Hood, Angry Birds, Samurai Rabbit, Paws of Fury, Spiderhams Universe

A Tier- I see, a little co-op happening

Qualifications: the world has humans, humans acknowledge animals in some way, they can be hired/considered for jobs and/or are active in society. Might be considered mutants

Paddigton, Muppets, Stuart Little, The Bad Guys, Pinnocio, Shrek universe, Care Bears, the Bee Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, and subsequently the entire MCU, Monsters Inc, Storks, Looney Tunes, TMNT, MHA, Yogi Bear, We Bare Bears, Chip N’ Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022), Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Hop, Wonderland, James and the Giant Peach, Hoodwinked, Mr. Peabody and Sherman, Ichabod and Toad, Sonic Movie

B Tier- Your getting suspiciously close

Qualifications: act more human like, perhaps develop a hidden society or walk on hind legs or plan elaborate heists, it’s just not quite right for an animal

Madagascar, Ice Age, Shark Tale, Surfs Up, Snoopy, Rescuers, SpongeBob, Ratatouille, Horton Hears a Who, Free Birds, Great Mouse Detective, Chicken Run, Flushed Away, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Tom and Jerry, Secret of Nym, Tale of Desperaeux, American Tail, Once Upon a Forest, Garfield, Over the Hedge, Rango

C Tier- Communication is key in fostering animal relationships

Qualifications: Perhaps by magical transformation or special gift or something that has always been kept a secret until now, these animals are able to talk to you

Cinderella, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Epic, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Charlottes Web, Scooby Doo, Happy Feet, Snow White, Pete’s Dragon, Princess and the Frog, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Spies In Disguise, Emperors New Groove, Enchanted, Sophia the First, Peter Rabbit, Meet the Robinsons, Anastasia, Swan Princess, Dr. Dolittle, Leo, Up

D Tier- Oh look, it’s gaining complexity

Qualifications: although animals have been known to convey emotions nothing is more complex than creating Shakespearean like storylines. Humans take to the sidelines

Lion King, Finding Nemo, 101 Dalmatians, Bambi, Land Before Time, The Secret Life of Pets, Bugs Life, Oliver and Company, All Dogs go to Heaven, Lady and the Tramp, Fox and the Hound, Aristocats, Migration, Bolt, Dinosaur, The Good Dinosaur, Super Pets, Dumbo, Home in the Range, G-force, The Wild, Spirit, Rio, Curious George

F Tier- It’s all okay, animals are just animals here

Qualifications: Imagine your pet in a movie, that’s prolly what fits here. The everyday dog, or cat, or shark. Likely plays a part in the plot progression of the movie

Babe, Jurassic Park, Milo and Otis, Old Yeller, Life of Pi, Sword in the Stone, Beethoven, A Dogs Purpose, We Bought a Zoo, Pokémon, Dolphins Tale, Homeward Bound, The Black Stallion, Marley and Me, Jaws, King Kong, How to Train Your Dragon

Z Tier- So it doesn’t work like other places, but it works for you

Qualifications: a Universe with its own set of rules, perhaps jumping into a place outside of their own where rules seem just a little different. Who can say if it was real, or a dream?

Mary Poppins, Spiderverse, Fantasia, Mario Bros, Song of the South, Alice in Wonderland (cartoon), Calvin and Hobbes

Each placing is based on the highest human to animal ratio in universe even if that is one exception. This is for fun, don’t take it too seriously. You’re welcome to fill in anything you think is missing. If I mentioned one of your favorite movies you have to reblog, I don’t make the rules.

😉

[creative-author]

just write - meet Luke!

Luke is 20 years old and lives in the same neighborhood as Eve, together with his little sister and their mother.

Luke saw Eve before the catastrophes started. They went to the same school (he was a year over her) and sometimes he saw her while strolling to the streets.

The first time he talked to her was approximately two years ago. He noticed a phone flying through the air and saw a sad and angry Evette sitting in front of her house. He cheered her up and invited her to eat with his family. His little sister loved Evette and soon they became best friends.

They tell each other everything. Eve is kinda like another sister to him. He told her what the catastrophes took from him and he listened when Eve told him about her past.

Both love to make challenges and races for each other. He is taller than her but she is more agil.

When Eve got kidnapped, he was very worried. He searched for her for weeks but never left his family for long. Just disappearing was not Evettes thing, so something had to be wrong but he can’t lose his sister and mother ether.

Little did he know, that more chaos was coming for him.

Fun Facts about him:

- his full Name is “Luke Benson Rymer” and sometimes I type “Rhymer” (haha, I’m just stupid)

- his symbol in my story varies. At first, it was a “finish-flag” because he was Eves goal but somehow I also gave him a cheetah because he is fast. Now I go by a house

- In my very first draft, he lost his little sister but now I changed some things

- He has a wild range of animal facts. Eve always thinks that she knows all of them but then he has a new weird fact

- Even if someone could think that Luke and Eve are a couple they’re not, okay?

- I recently decided to write some chapters in his POV because I had a brilliant idea! * evil laugh *

Here is a mini moodboard for him (pictures found on Pinterest and yes, his face claim is timothée chalamet (don't judge me))

Other characters: Evette, Dean, James, Calvin, Juniper, Elian

tagging: @introchasingstars