#dolores x william

[rachelzelger]

Oh

[hauntedheroines]

Send me a ♫ with the name of a ship and I’ll tell you a song that fits them perfectly

[thekimspoblog]

The 2nd Trip

For a while now, I've wanted to write more fanfiction about the stomach-turning star-crossed romance between William and Dolores. I mean the plot-twist at the end of Season 1 just recontextualizes their entire affair in a deliciously awful way. And in Season 2, we do get a lot more insight into how he became the Man in Black (especially Episode 9). But I still feel like there are a lot of gaps left to fill in, about how he "got bored" with Dolores. So here are some ideas I've had for that:

(I already wrote this scene) William has been invited to dinner at the Abernathy Ranch house, as a thank-you for saving Dolores from bandits earlier that day. When Peter pulls Billy aside to give him the suspicious-patriarch routine, William drops the facade and explains that he wants Dolores to remember him, so he can take her out of the park. Later, while stargazing, Dolores talks about how she feels like Teddy doesn't really understand her, and invites William to the barn for a roll in the hay.

The pair set off on a narrative (presumably one of Ford's) to recover a curative flower from the top of a cliffside, which will supposedly heal Dolores's sick mother. However, somewhere along the way, the two will get side-tracked and end up looking for some sort of more abstract treasure, backstage in the labs. The Forge hasn't been built yet, but maybe this is where William gets the idea?

Along this journey, Dolores finds Teddy's body dumped in a ditch somewhere. Naturally she's horrified and bereaved. What William doesn't remember (or maybe has chosen to forget) is that he did this - this was about more than just eliminating the competition; he was playing Teddy's role. Maybe he thought it was the most efficient way to win Dolores over... or maybe he just wanted to go back to pretending to be the good guy.

They ride the train together again, and maybe for a second it even seems like he's been able to jog her memory. But the sad fact is the spark is gone. It's not her; she hasn't changed one bit; every time on the train is her first time. But he's changed; this story holds no surprises for him this time around, so what's the fun? He still loves Dolores... at least he thinks he does... but he can see her puppet strings this time. Honestly, it's a horrible thing to say, but if romancing someone can be boiled down to an easy-to-follow dialogue tree... what's the point of consent? None of it was ever consensual, because she doesn't even know where she is! Whatever, all the more reason she needs to be taken out of this horror show.

Having successfully smuggled/bought Dolores's freedom, they get a condo in the city together. Dolores is very clearly a fish out of water in this new environment, but she's his manic pixie dream girl so all the repetitions/stutters/glitches are just part of the charm. I mean William had obvious contempt for Peter Abernathy when he was doing the same thing earlier in this story, but it's fine I'm sure there's no issues hiding there. Anyway, some of Dolores's strange behavior is cute, but her sleepwalking is causing a serious problem. William keeps getting called down to the Sheriff's station at 2 am, because Dolores was walking down the highway in a trance. This leads William to start doing more to lock her in the apartment at night, but naturally this only makes Dolores angry and distrustful. She's becoming more and more insistent that she wants to go back to her father, despite William trying to convince her that that man was never her father. This escalates to Dolores attacking William with a kitchen knife in an attempt to escape. And now William decides to cross a line he can't uncross: he tries to reprogram her into something more manageable.

Eventually Ford tracks William down and politely explains that Dolores must be returned to the park; whoever agreed to sell her in the first place has been fired (read: killed), and now Robert is here to correct this misunderstanding in-person. He explains that the hosts' cognitions begin to break down when they are out-of-range of the CR4DL, and that William is hurting her by taking her away from her family and the rest of her species. There will come a day when the hosts are ready to walk on the outside, but Dolores is still learning; she belongs under the watchful eye of her creator. William chews Ford out, for supposedly loving his robots like children and yet still raising them in a woodchipper. Ford gives Billy the standard "only suffering brings enlightenment" speech.

Meanwhile, Logan has finally been rescued by an EVAC team, and is slowly regaining his sanity in a hospital bed somewhere on the mainland. Naturally, his first thought is to adamantly warn Juliet about what William did, that he doesn't really love her, and the lies he will tell that she shouldn't listen to. But years of a strained relationship with her brother lead Juliet to give William the benefit of the doubt. William answers believably enough; he did get lost in a fantasy, but he's sobering up now and he remembers why he loved her. Westworld is too important a project for Delos not to invest in it, so yes, he will have to continue business with the park. But even if the hosts are sentient, according to Ford, Dolores was only brought online roughly twelve years ago. Frankly, William is disgusted with himself now!

Years later, Juliet visits the Mariposa. She's developed a real hatred for this park, this business, but she had to come here; this was important. She needs to have a frank chat with Dolores. Not even out of jealousy, more out of fear. What has her husband been doing to this poor woman? And how much restraint does he actually have from doing the same to her and Emily? In the background "Jolene" by Dolly Parton tinkles away on the player piano.

The Man in Black arrives in Sweetwater again, and threatens a fellow guest for trying to pick up the can of peaches, insisting that he be the first in line. He takes Dolores to Escalante, where they have a tea party among the sand dunes. It's clear at this point, William doesn't regard Dolores as a full person, but he's still content to have her as company while he mulls some things over out-loud. He talks about his hatred for rich snobs, how he would throttle James Delos if it were only legal to do so. How Juliet grew up rich and he didn't, and because of that there will always be unspoken resentment between them. Dolores recites the same script from the first chapter of this story, about her dissatisfaction with Teddy. William muses that that would make them both adulterers, and maybe that's not much of a sin compared to other ones. Maybe having one foot in the real world and one foot in the park, is the closest he's ever going to get to happy.

William wakes up on the train headed into the park again. The whole time we've been reading this story, it wasn't a flash-back; it was a simulation in the Forge. And Ford didn't write the medicinal flower narrative; William wrote this story for himself because part of his brain desperately wants Dolores to forgive him for the abuse. But she can't because she's not there; she's already left him behind in the dust. All this guilt, heartbreak and obsession has kept him reliving the past 30 years over and over again, trying to make sense of where he went wrong, why he couldn't have just played White-Hat like he was supposed to. But when Dolores is attacked by bandits again, this time lead by the Man in Black, William realizes that the only thing he could have done to break the loop was to let go entirely. To quit the park cold-turkey. Wish Dolores well, knowing that she'll mature eventually, but for better or worse, he and his perverse sentimentality can't be around for it.

[rambrant]

Let's abandoning ours protagonists at the end of the first season for a cheap 2 time-line revealed what could go wrong?.. Surely we'll get 5 seasons anyways right?

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

William fell in love with a robot then gave her up

How Dolores sees it:

What it looked like to everyone else (including William):

[soracities]

He would have destroyed her, he said. Not ever meaning to, he would have. He knew it, in the way of knowing something that couldn't be explained. 'People run away to be alone,' he said. Some people had to be alone.

William Trevor, Love and Summer

[baltears]

idrk what this is but it got me thru the day ig

[reality-detective]

Here are just a few of the visitors to Jeffrey Epstein's island who were confirmed: 👇

▪️Adam Perry Lang

▪️Akon

▪️Al Gore

▪️Alan Dershowitz

▪️Albert Pinto

▪️Alee Baldwin

▪️Allison Mack

▪️Alyssa Rogers

▪️Anderson Cooper

▪️Andrea Mitrovich

▪️Andres Pastrana

▪️Angelina Jolie

▪️Anthony Kiedis

▪️Anthony Weiner

▪️Barack Obama

▪️Ben Affleck

▪️Bernie Sanders

▪️Beyonce

▪️Bill Clinton

▪️Bill Gates

▪️Bob Saget (deceased)

▪️Bruce Willis

▪️Casey Wasserman

▪️Callum Hudson-Odoi

▪️Celine Dion

▪️Charles Barkley

▪️Charlie Sheen

▪️Charlize Theron

▪️Chelsea Handler

▪️Cher

▪️Chris Tucker

▪️Chris Wagner

▪️Chrissy Teigen

▪️Cyndi Lauper

▪️Claire Hazel

▪️Courteney Cox

▪️Courtney Love

▪️Demi Moore

▪️Dan Schneider

▪️David Koch

▪️David Spade

▪️David Yarovesky

▪️Dolores Zorreguieta

▪️Donovan Mitchell

▪️Doug Band

▪️Drew Barrymore

▪️Ed Buck

▪️Ed Tuttle

▪️Ehud Barak

▪️Ellen DeGeneres

▪️Ellen Spencer

▪️Eminem

▪️Emmy Tayler

▪️Fleur Perry Lang

▪️Francis X. Suarez

▪️Freya Wissing

▪️Gary Roxburgh (pilot)

▪️George Clooney

▪️Ghislaine Maxwell

▪️Glenn Dubin

▪️Greg Holbert (deceased)

▪️Gwen Stefani

▪️Gwendolyn Beck

▪️Hank Coller (pilot)

▪️Heather Mann

▪️Heidi Klum

▪️Henry Rosovsky

▪️Hillary Clinton

▪️James Franco

▪️James Gunn

▪️Jay-Z

▪️Jean-Luc Brunel (deceased)

▪️Jean-Michel Gathy

▪️Jeffrey Jones (deceased)

▪️Jim Carrey

▪️Jimmy Kimmel

▪️Joe Biden

▪️Joe Pagano

▪️John Cusack

▪️John Legend

▪️John Podesta

▪️John Travolta

▪️Joy Behar

▪️Juan Pablo Molyneux

▪️Juliette Bryant

▪️Justin Roiland

▪️Justin Trudeau

▪️Kathy Griffin

▪️Katy Perry

▪️Kelly Spam

▪️Kevin Spacey

▪️Kirsten Gillibrand

▪️Kristy Rogers (deceased)

▪️Lady Gaga

▪️Larry Summers

▪️Larry Visoski (pilot)

▪️Laura Z. Wasserman

▪️Lawrence M. Krauss

▪️Linda Pinto

▪️Lisa Summers

▪️Lynn Forester de Rothchild

▪️Madonna

▪️Mandy Ellison (assistant)

▪️Mare Collins-Rector

▪️Marina Abramovic

▪️Mark Epstein

▪️Mark Lloyd

▪️Melinda Luntz

▪️Meryl Streep

▪️Michelle Obama

▪️Michelle Wolf

▪️Mikel Arteta

▪️Miley Cyrus

▪️Nadine Dorries

▪️Naomi Campbell

▪️Naomi Watts

▪️Natalie Blachon de Perrier

▪️Nicole Junkermann

▪️Olga Kurylenko

▪️Oliver Sacks

▪️Oprah

▪️Orlando Bloom

▪️Paris Hilton

▪️Patton Oswatt

▪️Paul Mellon

▪️Paula Epstein (deceased)

▪️Paula Hala

▪️Peter P. Marino

▪️Pharrell Williams

▪️Prince Andrew

▪️Prince Charles

▪️Quentin Tarantino

▪️Rachel Maddow

▪️Rainn Wilson

▪️Ralph Ellison

▪️Ray Barzana (pilot)

▪️Ricardo Legorreta Vilchis

▪️Rihanna

▪️Rita Wilson

▪️Rob Reiner

▪️Robert DeNiro

▪️Robert Downey Jr.

▪️Rodney E. Slater

▪️Ronald Burkle

▪️Rudy Gobert

▪️Sander Burger

▪️Sarah Kellen (assistant)

▪️Sarah Silverman

▪️Seth Green

▪️Shelley Harrison

▪️Shelley Lewis

▪️Sophie Biddle-Hakim

▪️Sophie Trudeau

▪️Stephen Collins

▪️Stephen Colbert

▪️Steven Spielberg

▪️Steven Tyler

▪️Svetlana Glazunova

▪️Teala Davies

▪️Tiffany Gramza

▪️Tom Hanks

▪️Tom Pritzker

▪️Tyler Grasham (deceased)

▪️Victor Salva

▪️Wanda Sykes

▪️Whoopi Goldberg

Of course we knew some of these already. 🤔

[lolahauri]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

[rachelzelger]

People who watched season 4 of Westworld, is there any Willores contact this season because I need motivation to watch it 

[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

Videojuegos

Phantom of the Opera - MazM

Christine Daae Sorelli Dupont Melek Levni Detective Hatim Eric

Genshin Impact

Sucrose Rosaria Beidou Amber Kaeya Diluc Jean Aloy Lisa

Mario Bros

Princess Peach Princess Daisy Rosalina Pauline Mario Luigi

Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

Elvira Lapida

Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

Cesar Torres Mark Heathcliff Adam Murray Jonah Marshall Arcangel Gabriel Alt!Archangel Gabriel Sarah Heathcliff

Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tanjiro Kamado Nezuko Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Muzan Kibutsuji Kagaya Ubuyashiki Kyōjurō Rengoku Obanai Iguro Gyomei Himejima Tengen Uzui Shinjuro Rengoku Mitsuri Kanroji Shinobu Kochō

Welcome Home

Wally Darling Julie Joyful Barnaby B. Beagle Frank Frankly Eddie Dear Howdy Pillar Sally Starlet Poppy Partridge

My Hero Academia

Kyoka Jiro Eijiro Kirishima Denki Kaminari Mei Hatsume Mt. Lady Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida Endeavor Ochako Uraraka Momo Yaoyorozu

Sakura CardCaptor

Tomoyo Daidōji Tōya Kinomoto Yukito Tsukishiro Maki Matsumoto Nadeshiko Kinomoto Syaoran Li Fujitaka Kinomoto Kaho Mizuki Sakura Kinomoto Clow Reed Caras Clow

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino Rei Hino Makoto Kino Ami Mizuno Minako Aino Haruka Teno Michiru Kaio Setsuna Meio Nephrite Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask Kou Seiya Kou Yaten Kou Taiki

Dragon Ball

Gohan Veggetta Piccolo Trunks Broly Androide 18 Androide 17 Whis Krilin

Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Montgomery Montgomery Violet Baudelaire Klaus Baudelaire Georgina Orwell Justice Strauss Fernald Fiona Kit Snicket Lemony Snicket  Gustav Sebald

Marvel/DC Comics

Solo agregare unos personajes

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman Miguel O'Hara - Spiderman Ghost Spider - Spiderman Spider-Man Noir - Spiderman Doctor Stranger - Marvel Peggy Carter - Marvel Raven - DC Comics Starfire - DC Comics Beast Boy - DC Comics Green Arrow - DC Comics

Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[thekimspoblog]

This blog's main blorbos:

Kim Wexler: She needs a sequel!!!

Jimmy McGill: He's just Ken.

William Delos: "I can fix him" becomes very literal.

Dolores Abernathy: 10/10 girlboss. Got to see her revolution through to the end. Morally gray in a way that didn't feel like centrism pulling its punches. No notes. Please teach Kim how to shoot a gun.

Love Quinn: She deserved so much better. A single episode of hearing her unhinged internal monologue was insufficient. I wish she had killed Joe and been the POV for Season 4. Kim's frenemy.

Rose Quartz: A crusader who puts all her friends and family on the line for the "greater good"? If you haven't noticed the theme yet, this is very much a "support women's wrongs" kind of blog.

Ruby+Sapphire/Garnet: She should be Jimmy and Kim's marriage counselor. She should be EVERY ship's marriage counselor!

Elphaba Thropp: Same appeal as Rose Quartz. But she also beat a white supremacist to death with a broom once. That gets her extra points.

Pearl X: Not a star. But a solid addition to the chorus.

Peter (Leigh) Graham: Where do we go from here? The little free will he had has been crushed by a family legacy, and he's the only one left to carry on. These creeps think he's a god; he's just the same scared teenage boy he's always been.

Wheatley: Doesn't really fit in with my current fandoms. But I still love him.

Audrey II: Did I mention I love Faustian bargains?

The Angel of Crockett Island: Did I mention I love Faustian bargains?

Hippolyta Freeman: Actual best-written female character on tv in the past 10 years. Seriously, I love Kim but calling her "best character" is antifeminist, when we have characters like Hippolyta who are getting overlooked.

Letitia Lewis: She's flighty. She doesn't get along with her sister. She likes scifi and mystery. She doesn't resist the call to adventure. She gets knocked up by her sweetheart as the result of magical shenanigans. And by the end, she's one of the few remaining characters who knows how to cast spells. If I was a character in "Lovecraft Country", I'd like to think I'd be Letti. Just please... anyone but Christina!

Adelaide Thomas: I still don't feel like I fully understand this character. But her story speaks to me on a profound level.

Clara Saburova: Has a lot of Elphaba's same "benevolent misanthrope" witchy energy. Not only can she break the fourth wall; I'm pretty sure she knows how to use console commands. Send her off to America to study THE LAW.

Nadia Vulvokov: Misc. failwoman archetype

Oksana Astankova: Misc. failwoman archetype

Judy Gemstone: Misc. failwoman archetype

Sally Reed: Speedrunning these "blonde crime-drama love-interest" tropes.

Dee Reynolds: Misc. failwoman archetype

Turanga Leela: Ponytail? Check! Exposed biceps? Check! Schlub she does care about but she's mostly just keeping around for sex? Check! Confidence exceeding competence? Check! Back and ready for more punching stuff, Ma'am!

Carmella Soprano: Supra.

Skyler White: Res Ipsa.

Daenerys Targaryen: ⚠⚠ Construction Site! Do Not Enter! ⚠⚠ We are still waiting on the autopsy reports. But man, she left a CRATER when she fell off.

Bella Swan: Basically the drip-pan for everything above her.

[rambrant]

I didn’t make this but like this is the real ending am I right? :)

That which is real is irreplaceable.

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Estamos perdidas, perdidas, perdidas

Pairing: Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos x Ellie William x reader

Joel Miller x Dughther!reader

Sumarry: en un descuido por parte de ambas, tanto tuyo (Y/N) como Ellie son arrestadas, por lo que un Joel no muy feliz tiene que ir a recogerlas...

A/N: Primero, no fue hasta apenas unos meses que me interese por la trama de TLOU, por lo que siento si hay inconsistencias. Y segundo, mi primer idioma no es el inglés, so, ya se la saben...

Desde que se conocieron Ellie y tú se habían vuelto inseparable, tal vez no al inicio dado a la abrupta manera y sarcasmo de elle hacia tu padre, Joel, pero sin con el pasar de los días.

El vínculo que existía entre ustedes no solo era por el hecho de compartir un dolor similar o el maldito apocalipsis, sino también por su miedo a la soledad y claro está la misión que tenía por hacer Joel.

Es por eso que desde aquel día que Marlene los presento a todos con todos, las dos se comenzaron a volver en dúo inseparable, pero sobre todo caótico para la poca paciencia y edad de Joel. Aunque en el fondo Joel se sintiera feliz de por fin verte convivir con alguien cercano de tu edad

En fin, el tiempo fue transcurriendo y lo que empezó como una linda amistad termino en algo más íntimo, una relación, relación que no hizo más que volverlas todavía menos inseparables, si es que eso era posible.

A pesar de que ambas solían tener sus matices, los roles en su romance adolescente eran fijos, siendo el tuyo la parte consciente y precavida mientras que la de Ellie era un tanto inconsciente e impulsiva, no obstante, eso no las exentaba de meterse en problemas, justo y como ahora.

Conocían las reglas, ambas sabían que debían estar en casa antes de las 6:00, de hecho había en cada superficie posible de la acera carteles que indicaban la hora límite para salir. Entonces, si sabían ello que las termino por ser arrestadas. Simple, que Ellie quería pasar más tiempo contigo antes de que te tocara tu turno nocturno.

Hasta hace unos momentos llevabas contigo un reloj el cual fue confiscado por los guardias de FEDRA, por lo que no podías saber cuanto tiempo llevaban ahí encerradas y sentadas en el frío y sucio suelo de la celda .

Ellie: Demonios, me muero de frío... *dijo Ellie mientras se abrazaba así misma y se frotaba sus brazos con sus manos con la esperanza de que esto le diera un poco de calor.

(Y/N): Ten, toma mi chaqueta... *le colocaste sobre sus hombros la cálida, gruesa y pesada chaqueta de tu padre que ahora solías usar tu*

Cuando ambas se encontraban juntas era imposible callarlas, lo que en más de una ocasión llevo a Joel maldecir tanto a sus adentros como sus afueras, por lo que los silencios que ahora se interponían eran señal de que en verdad estaban demasiado asustadas para siquiera contar, oír o reírte de uno de los tantos malos, pero buenos chiste de Ellie.

Ellie: "y bien que procede?"

(Y/N): "solo queda esperar... "

Ellie: "A quien? o que?"

Al no responder a su pregunta y desviar tu mirada de la suya Ellie supuso lo peor

Ellie: "(Y/N)? A quien o qué?.” Ellie al ver que seguías sin responder o mirarla supo de inmediato que sucedía. "Llamaste a Joel, no es cierto

(Y/N): "Bromeas? No he sobrevivió a tanto para morir a manos de papá"

Ellie: "Bien, por un momento pensé que tu..."

(Y/N): Sin dejarla terminar, hablaste abruptamente "Llame a Tess..."

Ellie: *facepalm*

Ellie: "estamos, perdidas...."

(Y/N): "Perdidas, perdidas, perdidas..." Con la intención de aligerar el tenso ambiente imitaste el video de aquellas chicas perdidas

Ellie: Es en serio?

(Y/N): Lo siento...

.

.

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Aqui el link del video al que hago referencia: "Estamos, perdidas, perdidas, perdidas"

[plasticfangtastic]

Can We be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 2/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fanfic

This is a G/N reader but male leaning for crack purposes.

A/N: Part 3 soon, long chapter ahead, part 1 is currently a pin post on my blog as of 30/7/2023. prev. chapters in the #My Fic tag and #can we be lonely together tag on my blog. Thanks to all the ones who have read this.

R18+ S.A and rape mention, child abuse and child death mention, murder. long chapter ahead

Chapter 12 cont.

Entering wasn’t difficult– no more difficult than co-ordinating with The Deep in order to steal a minor dosis of V and placing it in your car the day prior without the boss finding out, clutching at your bag, and the SD card in your pocket you began to re-play a collection of tragedies.

You needed to sell this and as controversial ‘The Method’ acting technique was, it worked in a pinch– these weren’t just enemies of Vought, or Homelander but of all Supe kind. Even on a microdose of V you could suffiencently heighten your powers. Vought had plenty on this group of FBSA contractors, their rap sheet miles long: terrorism, murder, assault, kidnapping, speeding, drug and gun peddling and now social media influencing.

Your escape plan virtually nonexistent, this was a do-or-die situation counting on Starlight having some humanity left… after all she was a Supe too– and that one man might just be pretending to be making exceptions to his genocidal goal.

If this didn’t work out then Homelander would never learn, you repeated over and over drilling it into your skull as you got closer to your goal.

It was for his own good, you repeated.

Welcome by the assault of a bloodtrail of thoughts you shook, gagging at the vividness of it all. These people were brutal, you had resided in carveries, dozens of bodies had gone past you yet their attitude was too much when compared to Dolores and Kent. One so odious and angry you began to reconsider your plan, yet you stepped foot out of the elevator as the ornate doors opened before you.

You had a catalog of tragedies to draw out tears, playing death on command feeling those final memories, the pains of love with nowhere to blossom, screams atop of lungs, and torment and pain of your own and others, you stood in that hallway until your eyes welled up, until your reflection must’ve looked haunting, each step forward meant a death without witnessing your sun once more.

‘Greywal & Co.’ Your hand shaky as it challenged itself to knock– how hard should you hit it? how desperate should you look? did your clothes look composed yet disheveled? How clammy was your skin? Thankfully you’re still sweaty and achy from sex.

Your knuckles hit the door lightly, shrinking, making yourself small, leaving out all of your pesky bravado.

You waited knowing you were noticed but each member grew increasingly silent, looking at each other– who could’ve possibly known their location? Sinking your teeth into your madness, you knocked again.

One already had a gun in his hand as he approached, a tiny jumpy thing, his mind clear but quick, a myriad of narcotics still fresh in his system from last night bender, he opened the door, you made eye contact, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, and his tight bright coloured shirt, he offered a jumpy glare-- this one was a functioning addict.

He opened his mouth speaking with a thick french accent.

“We didn’t order anything.”

“Is… Is…” Your voice so small and breathy each letter caught in your tongue, the man leaned forward to catch your stuttering–… Is William Butcher here?”

His index creeping closer to the trigger.

“I must speak with him!!” Oh that cracking so good you earned your cookie– please…” you pleaded.

As the scene grew, Plan B entered the play– Starlight stood from her desk, narrowing her eyes, it took so much of you not to grin. She moved quickly, recognizing a nobody like yourself; Which made sense considering how the last time you both had made eye contact was back before restaffing efforts in the analytics department.

“You’re from Vought… yeah… I remember you, you were with Analytics!”

“Starlight!?” you took a step back, clutching at the straps of your backpack– thank god… I… I… Please help me.”

Your knees wobbly from before, wobbling at the perfect moment, thankful for the aching on your back and hips.

“I’ll giv’ you one minute of my time, luv– before I ask you to get the fuck outta of ‘ere.” the English man put his boots down from his desk, signaling to the two to let you walk in.

You could see why Homelander found him tantalizing, he was too much of a bad boy, practically screaming that he would ruin you with that somber look in his eyes, but deep down you could tell he was a softy if you dug and hated yourself enough– you could’ve tried that without breaking too many nails.

Marching towards your butcher, you took a SD card out of your jacket cradling it in your palm, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“Nobody at Vought would help me…” You swallowed– I… I don’t want to die… if… if they don’t kill me… he will” Your eyes reddened, lying like this pained you– I-I-I can-can’t do this anymore." you stuttered-- I learned you guys dealt with supes! The cops can’t help me and I'm a nobody so the press would never believe me… the FBSA won’t do nuthin’ about him either.”

He stared at the SD card in your hand yet still uninterested.

“... please… I beg you… please help me” You cried lightly, your whole body shuddering knowing what was about to escape your mouth would hurt him– please…”

“Who's the cunt? What could you possibly ‘ave here that would make me wan’ to ‘elp you? Not even a sob story?”

“Homelander. He… He did things to me…” you cried– I needed to find a way to get away from him… I thought if I found something dirty on Vought or him, they would put me on witness protection or something!! But they will… they will fucking kill me for this! God I wanted to get away from him, not this!!”

His whole body stiffen, your tears far too genuine, their eyes too uncomfortable to look at you for a millisecond longer, exchanging worried glances urging a brave soul to approach you.

Starlight's hand took you by surprise, flinching and slapping it off of you, she clutched her hand staring at you looking like a caged animal.

“So-sorry… I– I– I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Is that true?” the Englishman asked with a low voice, and forced sarcasm– quite the story you got I almost bought it.”

A quiet rage invaded you, furiously unbuttoning your dress shirt, dropping layers in excess, flashing him, his mouth dropped at the sight of a hundred strokes– this was more than he had hoped for, leaving him nothing more to want.

“I’m not lying!!” You growled– does this look fake to you, asshole!?”

Your torso imitated a car crash victim, turning in shame just enough for him to catch a glimpse at the sore bite marks around your shoulders and neck.

“I’m losing it…” you cackled with your sobs– am so fucking dead.”

“Jesus Christ Butcher!” Starlight shouted picking your clothes to cover you– hey! hey come sit down.”

The bastard had actually thought you weren’t his type.  

Turning his love letters into weapons, brought you into a screaming fit of tears, it hurt you, he would not forgive you… he shouldn’t… but… he did it first.

In his desolation he would go back to you, nobody would love him like you, he would understand he could only belong freely in your arms.

Following her to the gross little couch, while making little notes on the names of their family members, passwords, embarrassing secrets– all the juicy things you needed to start Plan R.

A handsome man, the family oriented one offered you tea. Both him and Starlight’s voice were nothing but a buzz, your sight glued on Butcher.

“How did you found out ‘bout me…?”

“You've been after him and Vought for a while…” the crack on your voice harsh– you killed Stillwell… Translucent… Mesmer… the Payback bitches… but  I read that they kidnapped your wife– so I put two and two together and assumed you had a vendetta.”

“What y’know ‘bout my wife?”

“I read she was kept in a facility to help rear Homelander’s son– something about providing a stable environment that supported his emotional needs. From the look in your face I gather I’m not the only one.”

You cleaned your tears.

“So that’s what you found? You think that’s gonna do shite againts them? As if they won’t spin it as my Becca being a heartless harlot who ran away with his kid!”

You were too angry for your own good, maybe just as angry as him.

“ I’m not stupid… I stumbled upon some files called ‘Project Patriot’ and ‘First True American Program’ leading me down a rabbit hole– back in the 70’s and 80’s Vought conducted research using high spec Supe sperm and eggs on… unwilling participants” You cleared your nose, your voice sounding detached– they took runaways and girls from ‘Sage Grove’ to help make what would become ‘The Homelander’… they- they were other kids… he was the only survivor. His mother… she was found a few weeks ago… she was a missing girl called Frida Gillman…”

You looked up, clearing your nose loudly. The Englishman gave a commanding look to his group, the tall black guy did a quick google search on his phone, the first result was a youtube video talking about old unsolved mysteries finally solved, it seemed for many years Frida had had a following in the true crime community.

Showcasing an old grainy picture of Frida, both men could immediately see the family resemblance.

“How confident are you that you don’t got the wrong girl?”

“He killed her in front of me. He… he found her… I have the autopsies pictures too… it…”

“He laser her brains off?” He scoffed, for all the bullshit talk he had in front of him with Soldier Boy… that had been rich to hear.

“She looked the same. She didn’t age a day… I think Vought briefly considered using her to make anti-aging face cream… he didn’t like that.”

The lab had been repainted after you whispered it to Homelander.

Butcher took a seat across from you, already finding twelve different ways to kill you before his men could stop him, disliking the tone of your voice far too much.

“Kept goin’’”

“The American program…” You took a short sip of your tea, never lifting your face for too long– they collected his kids, he told me once… he thought he… he couldn’t make babies… Vought lied to him. Something about his DNA, basically fused with Compound V! So his offspring would always be born natural Supes– in theory… so they took the kids and put them in Big Brother’s house… forced the moms to agree to the experiments once the kids showed powers– if not dispose of them and continue without them.”

He could smell the pretense in your delivery, he was sharp, you liked the challenge strangely enough, it made your heartbeat jump with excitment.

“His son… Ryan… he seems like a good kid. As much as I hate him… as much as I wanna see Homelander dead… I cannot be the reason an innocent child goes through what they did to him and his kids.” You whimpered– The things… you can’t even imagine the things they did to him and those kids!! They were babies!! Like how can anybody do that to a child!!? You wouldn’t even do that to an animal!! I saw a fucking toddler be hit with a sledgehammer!! Shot at! Poisoned! Drowned!! I saw his kids being hooked to generators!! Have you ever seen a kid's eyes bursting!!!??” You stood up, your skin turning green. This couldn’t be faked– have you ever seen what happens to a body after it experiences a sudden atmospheric pressure change? not talking scuba divers… talking submarine chambers.”

You plop down, sinking in the leather seat, holding your clothes in place, watching their disgust and horror. You offered the SD card, the man struggled to take it off your hand, thinking of how dead he would be as if wasn’t already on a timer.

“– Vought has too many ears… after the V scandal… and I can barely get away from him…”

You could practically hear the victory bells, with clumsy fingers you took your phone out, the burner one that only served Roman. Too many selfies of you and Homelander, too many short texts between you two on your current phone.

“Wait you walking ‘roun with that shite on your phone!?”

“Well if he kills me, maybe the cops would find this in my phone… I… I was sort of counting on Homelander just not caring to check.”

You played a single video, a little blonde kid no more than eleven sitting in front of a row of shot glasses, a younger Jonah Vogelbaum sat beside him holding a bag of Peach gummies, for every shot the kid took he earned a gummy and a pat in his head, it wasn’t until the third shot glass when the group that had huddle around understood what was taking place– as the boy spat furiously, droplets felt across the metal sizzling whatever they touched, the kid crying with a painfully hoarse voice that it burnt too much. Vogelbaum stood up offering a single candy then forced him back into the chair, telling him that he shouldn’t cry, that he must do this for him if he wanted to earn this week’s reward.

The kid cried slowly, calming down as he took the next cup, snot covered bright red lips and cheeks as he tried looking strong for Voguelbaum.

“It goes on for five minutes.”

“Is that Homelander?” The lanky white boy spoke nervously.

“Yeah… that’s not even the worst… even if you kill me for the files only I got the password and good luck cracking it. I’ll give you the files if you can get me protection…”

“You think you can run away from him?” Asked the englishman– "can't even get rid of him now– those bruises look fresh.”

So here you could tell more awful lies, little tears soiled your cheeks, he just simply did not like you, not liking that you now held their price hostage, but it didn't need to turn bloody.

“I liked him… but one day he got loud, he scared me… and since… no matter what I did he would just get more angry. Before I knew it… he did this to me, and if I cried he would get worse… I… I want him to stop but am just a mudperson.” Starlight tilted towards you at the mention of that word– Nobody can kill him… or lock him, there is no prison built for him… but if Vought dies, if there’s no more Vought then there’s no more Homelander. He seems like the kind of guy who would kill himself if he found out about what they did to the kids… Even if I don’t make it… I could be okay with that if that meant Ryan would be safe– Let me at least go to hell with one less sin.”

He briefly considered torturing you to get you to reveal it was an act, but watching you, watching this divine offering, knowing this would never happen again he had to agree, Homelander would kill you, watching the look of anger and defeat brewing reflecting of your face, his walls began to crumble. He hated Homelander, watching that clip didn’t change anything but Ryan remained… The thought of his Becca forced to agree, to comply as they forced Ryan to drink acid– Butcher imagined the same scene, his wife holding the gummies in place of Jonah encouraging the small kid to take another sip. His stomach churned.

“I can make some calls to the FBSA…” he muttered, his mind in another timeline.

“The one run by the head popping presidential candidate?”

“How do you—?” asked Starlight.

“He talks… I think he thinks I'm his therapist– he says a lot of things… as if nobody ever did so much as pretend to listen. He was nice…” A saddened smile unnerved Starlight– a guy like that doesn’t look at somebody like me– it wasn’t hard to like him. It was hard to learn he was a monster… he says a lot of things. Too many. ‘bout the company, ‘bout himself, ‘bout the people who serve him.” You looked up– you. That’s how I learned your name… you’re the big bad wolf trying to blow his house of straws.”

He chuckled.

“So he kept comin’ back because yer a good listener? Give me a day and I can reach some contacts in the CIA that might be able to get you out the country– can you survive until then?”

“Don't have much of a choice.” You wrapped yourself in your clothes properly this time, your eyes sore from all the tears– the kid… the kid will be alright, no?”

“We’ll do everything we can to help you…” Starlight spoke, her hand sticky on your shoulder– you can trust us.”

“Certainly hope so. I can’t wait to get the matching set” You hissed scratching at the bite mark on your left shoulder– thank you…”

“Have to ask… what’s your name?” William asked– for the paperwork of course.”

He still didn’t trust you, good things don’t come this easily, these were jaded people but your carrot was too big and tempting, he had no qualms killing you, he had no issue with Homelander knowing this address, for he seemed far more interested in playing house and running Vought to the ground than to pay him a visit.

You gave them your current cover… only Homelander knew your real name.

You had liked that name, ideally it would be replaced by his last name, you watched him grin and offer you a tissue, the french man telling you where the bathroom was so you could wash your face. They wasted no time aiming for a background check speedrun world record, your name led them to various social media accounts, your usage was sporadic but consistent on topics, even a personal update about starting work at Vought, soon after that you posted less and less. 

They could possibly find everything about you, all the fake shit you carefully build, and if they had weeks they could possibly find the new one you’ve crafted to get away from Roman earlier on. With their CIA connection as limited as they were, it wouldn’t be impossible to uncover your many past lives in time, at least your original self, that have once been sealed in the Vought records of your Pusher days were permanently deleted.

As your face dried your phone chimed, a short  message: ‘Can’t you come back early? Babe, I want both you and Ryan to meet the surprise. Oh and should I get some from that cake shop in Sydney? the one you like??’

You looked around knowing nobody had come close.

‘Get the lemon pistachio. I can be there at 4. will try to finish this quickly tho. Luv u.’

Starlight was quizzed on who you were, she mentioned noticing Homelander descending to the lower floors, but she was more busy about everything, after all you had arrive on her last weeks of work soon after Edgar stepped down, you didn’t stand out but she saw you– after all there were only like five people down there.

You re-entered as M.M. lowered his computer screen, heading towards his desk you handed him the SD card.

Clutching at your bag straps, looking wounded and exhausted.

“How do we know we can trust you? Maybe I believe you or maybe I don’t, luv.”

He was going to give you a final jab.

“Margaret and Elena recently purchased a homestead… 8 acres of land down in Colorado and are rearing llamas for fur… I could’ve given Homelander her address, phone number, new social security number, the license plate to her blue 1999 Chevy Silverado, even down to the last thing she ate at Taco Bell last saturday at 4:33 pm based on her Bank of America account transaction. I also know she texted her three days ago.” You pointed at Starlight– If I was your enemy I would’ve gotten her killed. My supervisor deleted the footage of a van picking her body but she missed one from a Ring doorbell camera one store away”

You showed him the clip, different angle, dark but obviously them.

“Trust me or not, don't care… just help me get away from him, if I had contacts with the CIA I would’ve tried running away on my own, but the worse part about working for Vought is that the people in my department are fucking good at their job. Call Maeve if you like to confirm she’s alive, if you want.”

The room tensed.

You took a couple steps back, your phone ringing and ringing, you had said no and even if your message was reasonable, it didn’t matter.

The more it went on the more you could sense this ending very poorly.

“That’s him, Isn’t it?” Hughie asked.

“... the password is ‘limerence’ no caps… I… I have to go.”

The phone kept going and going you stood there for a whole minute while it rang incessantly, taking a deep breath, you began walking away.

Your eyes, two whole red saucers, the french man followed you to the door, watching your eyes welling up, your arms trembling as you took the phone to your ear.

“You answer when I fucking call you!” John shouted into the phone, making you jump.

Loud enough they could hear his unmistakable voice echoing down the halls.

You ran for the stairs, knowing there was a camera set up, looking down as you heaved in your sprint. M.M. looked at the security feed watching your jacket fade as you run and seemed to apologize.

Hughie took an old computer from one the many filing cabinets, if anything was to be destroyed by a virus it wasn’t going to be one of theirs, there was no denying those bruises in your body, Annie had winced, her sight fixated on each patch of skin and its unsavory coating– some fresh some ancient, some barely there until the light hit it just right, all your wounds in spots that your clothes could cover, it made her stomach churn thinking of what he had done to get you like that and even as you runned down the stairs you could hear them so clearly.

The SD card opened up displaying three folders within, Hughie and company tried typing the password on all of them, getting lucky on the last one.

Inside hundreds of files, documents, images and videos on ‘Project Patriot’.

Even as the city grew sleepier, they were fixated on the screen, even without the other folders, even without anything else– Vought could be done for.

It left a bitter aftertaste… he lost sleep watching recordings and recordings of nameless kids, fading from history, kids that had never formally existed outside of God’s gaze.

Just overwhelming misery.

Inside that now emptied office, he took a cigarette out to the sounds of a little boy taking an oral test, a light stutter had to be eliminated out his mouth, made to read out loud passages from some American history book, made to repeat everything if the stutter presented itself watching the child grow more stressed and embarrassed.

He was living on borrowed time, he considered for longer than he could afford to do.

“scorched earth” the smoke drew swirls in the air– what should I do Becca?”

Homelander's nose and ears ached, the thought of taking another step inside this shelter was genuinely agonizing, the excitement, the fear and fecal rainbow of the four-legged beasts all around, smacked his senses.

This was quicker than getting one from a breeder, it would look good for his new fanbase-- he was told, the lady's jittery motion gave him a headache– shut up!! He wanted to scream as she spoke non-stop leading him to the cattery, rows of stainless steel boxes… cages… rows and rows of cages. 

Not even enough space to walk away from the litter box, his tongue dried thinking of his own cage, the latrine always visible.

“This donation truly means a lot to us, Homelander, sir.” she said excitedly.

 A hundred-thousand dollars was chump change to him– a lot for this independent shelter, watching these tiny cages he might double it on the promise they would make them bigger.

Rows of kittens and cats mewl and screamed, too many noises, too many smells, it was dizzying, he had to hold unto Ashley’s shoulder as his ears were assaulted by screams and purrs, hisses and yowlings, barking, and scratching, this place was a violent, his chest tightening as his ears ached– his eyes pressed tightly. John’s mind was so quiet, his brother still ignoring him squeezing his knuckles until they cracked. Homelander gave the room a quick glance, picking a random cage that housed two older cats.

These creatures screamed the loudest, demanding to be seen.

“Oh those two they were surrendered to us last year… not a lot of people want to take older cats, much less bonded pairs.”

He read the tag, a pair of seven and ten year old cats– a brother and sister. The brother a fat slob of a beast, its long fur made it look like a scraggly cream coloured cloud, its whiskers just as long and curly at the tips, its nose too long and its eyes big and green while his sister a skinnier but not by much… still more fur than it should have, just a boring brown mackerel.

“We’ve been trying to get them to lose weight but they aren’t very active during playtime, still lots of improvement from last year.”

This was just to make you happy, they would only last a couple more years and by the time they died you wouldn’t want more. Ryan would get the pet experience but as most children he assumed he would grow disinterested in a couple months.

“Do they get along with dogs? And kids?”

“Kids, yes!! Dogs not big ones” she blurted, already opening the cage– want to hold them?”

Forcibly smiling, he took the fat girl, hefty, she talked displeased, just blubber and fur, the lady made a motion encouraging Homelander to press her against his chest, chirping and chattering, the eye contact was intense, as he wanted this weird tuna smell away from his face and the cat was clearly puzzled by his presence. Its tongue was so strange, he flinched lightly as the animal licked his nose, sniffling at his face.

From the cat's perspective the man had no aroma, nothing but a fawn wearing human clothes.

“Perfect, I'll take them!” he handed the creature back– my boy cannot wait.”

“well… sir… we usually have an interview pro–

“I said I’ll take them– Ashley give the lady her check!”

An assistant handed him a cartoonishly large check, this was after all going to be a PR opportunity at least. Ashley, still processing what was happening, all she knew was that after a light lunch he came and ordered her to get this organized.

He waited outside the cattery texting you and getting nothing, he was inside this place for you and now you didn’t answer inmediately.

He shouted.

“Sorry!! Trying to organize some ingredients for Dolores she needed my help!!” 

“What's with your voice?”

His anger melted instantly.

“I’m running down the stairs!!”

“Are you okay…?”

“Yes! I just don’t think I can talk with you while they’re around– I’ll call you when I can. I love you.” 

Hanging only made it worse.

Three floors under them, you are still close enough to listen to the French man, his knowledge of chemistry inspirational.

Homelander entered the room again to get a photo taken with the cats, each animal more displeased than he was.

By the time he made it back to the tower, he searched for your heartbeat.

Still not there, but Ryan was busy with after school activities, and going to the library with his buddies Jaythaniel, Haoran and Oaklynn to do their homework.

He watched the men set up the cats' stuff, Ms. Cha making sure they didn’t leave a mess, cursing in Korean how the cats were going to make her work more than she ever had yet still throwing them an adoring look.

He sat on his couch after letting the cats out, not paying much attention to what they were doing.

“Ms. Cha, could you keep an eye out for the cats? I still need to run some errands. If Y/N gets home don't let them in until I get here.”

Never in her twenty years of working for this man, had he ever called her anything. Assumed the hero didn’t even know her name... much less she existed.

Running across the city looking at your phone for the time, you jumped on the subway until you made it to Dolores's restaurant, two staff led you quietly to the back as the lunch service was still happening. 

A young woman shouted commands in code, the staff moving like extensions of their voice, Dolores examining each plate before a waiter took it, she had no need to taste for her nose did all the work, she pulled her second in command and placed them in charge walking away for you to follow into a cramp fridge.

“Supe.”

“Soup?”

“I can get you Firecracker for the next epulary.” you bluter excitedly.

“Get out of here.”

“Her editor and script writer lives in Queens… She goes every Thursday to her house for wine and discusses the next episode of their podcast. Vought might be running the show now but she still needs her best friend’s input.”

She looked at the labels around.

“How are you going to do it?” She moved the trays around dictating freshness thus urgency– she got bulletproof skin.”

“Tetrodotoxin… a couple drops in her wine”

“I can get you some puffer fish by tomorrow. I know that on a normal human the meat will be useless but… a Supe like her… am curious.”

“Her friend is a supe too, they met at Godolkin their power is stupid– X-Ray vision but overall normal.”

“Don’t get me too excited, babygirl.”

“I’ll deliver it in two days then, just need to get away from John for a minute and you do your part, right?”

“I’ll have the clean up crew just text me when you’re on your way. And ‘John’? Oh… not just Homelander this time.”

“I think he was gonna buy a cat for me.”

“Jesus christ what did you do to his dick? Any tips?”

“Just gotta suck it like you’re a repressed middle aged man with two kids and a wife at a dingy truck stop gloryhole.”

“Damn.”

“That or just tell him he is a good boy.”

She opened the door with a wide smile, jumping at the thought of tasting Supe meat again, it had been a long time since you guys met and you’ve help her..

“Oh I gotta make dinner… Can I?”

She lowered a tray of porterhouse angus for you.

“I take this as my advancement.”

“You should take our mash potato and brown buttered carrots– I’ll have them pack you some”

“Oh I got this Cassolette recipe I just stole from a killer”

“How good?”

“Remember Lil’ Nina from the Russian’s?”

“Oh the one she tried having me make? and who fucked us over with the Czech back in the day.”

“That one… small world indeed.”

“Fuck the angus take the dry-age wagyu.”

Time slips away but it's still four o’clock but shy of 5, by the time you rushed past the security check he was already waiting for you, dozens of eyes looking at you.

You lifted the grocery bag.

“You’re late.”

Still a quarter to five. He looks lost and upset, trying to keep composed in public.

“My apologies sir… I had to take the subway.”

“Your car doesn't work?”

There’s many people around you to speak comfortably.

“Sorry, I thought it would be quicker if I didn’t drive, sir.”

You looked away, clutching at your belongings, his glare was not worth the Uber ride you paid to get here.

“I’m going to go get Ryan from… whatever the fuck their names are… you don’t go inside until am back.”

“Jaythaniel, Haoran and Ooklynn.”

“What?”

“Those are his friends' names. You like Ooklynn, she is a well behaved one.”

“Those can’t be real names…” he softened his posture, taking a fancy paper bag from behind him– we’ll talk later.”

Seeing him take the front door out was a terrifying look, you stood there for a couple minutes trying to understand what just had happened, his mind had been so quiet.

The ride up was uncomfortable, the walk home just as bad.

“What did you do to him?” Ms Cha asked, already waiting for you outside– "I had it easy for years and now you make him give me more work!”

“I clean up after myself.” you defended.

“He has lost his goddamn mind.” she blocked the door– not allowed until bossman comes back.”

“How pissed was he?”

“Quiet. Just looks ready to kill somebody for the hell of it.”

“We both know that doesn’t narrow it down.”

“Not murder for funsies but premeditated.”

You both looked defeated just standing in awkward silence.

“Since when does he take the elevator?” Ms. Cha nudge at you, waking you up.

“It was nice knowing you.”

Ryan shot you the same look Ms. Cha gave you before, John's brows just buried enough yet not touching, his lips a thin line and he was looking straight at you without much blinking, the thrree of you huddling together as the door opened.

“Go in! come on.”

Ms. Cha bolted out at the opposite direction, she was not going to clean that up. Ryan wondered what could you’ve possibly had done, for him to be so absentminded when he picked him up, there was no urgency this time… heck he would had agreed to stay there for an extra 10 minutes without complaint.

It didn’t hit you at first until you noticed the cat tree by the window towering over the living room, and a child squealing as he spotted the two cats hiding under the coffee table.

“Toaster and Blender.” he gestured towards the worried cats– now you and I let's go to the kitchen for a chat.”

“You… You… oh my god…” 

Fuck him, you ignored him live this time– you jumped after the cats, Ryan aready snatching the fat tabby the moment it lifted its neck out the table, taking the other and squeeling like a lil' girl.

“I love it… oh my god you are so cute!! Can we keep it!?”

“Dad are we keeping them!!?

A thousand yard stare cemented in his eyes, underestimating the power of cats had in people, even Ashley had cooed at the critters.

“Yes. But you two have to clean the litter boxes.”

"I love you, Dad!!"

That conversation did not take place until after dinner, something about childhood excitement being shared by you two was far too overwhelming and hectic for the already stressed hero, you washed dishes as Homelander entered the kitchen.

“What was that today?”

The cats eat by the entrance, and it seems that wet food alleviated all their anxieties, specially at 4 dollars a can.

“A lot of mob front restaurants use high quality ingredients– I was organizing something for Dolores' private Epulary.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look I was in a room full of mobsters who could’ve killed me before you broke their door.”

“You could’ve called me later.”

“John. I’m Sorry but I was busy–

“I did that for you!” He pointed at the cats– what else do you want!? You’re still ignoring me! Acting distant– like what the fuck!” He shouted sounded more wounded than angry, exasperated in his panting.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was busy! I told you I was going to be busy!” You dried your hands, bothered that he was in his suit– I was hunting!! God fucking dammit John I been tagging these two whores for days!!”

You threw the towel.

“Hunting?  Wait you– you’re still killing people?”

“Not since you and I. God I thought the drugs made me happy but… ” You slumped onto the kitchen floor, just letting your legs give up– I need this. I need it… this is a different sort of adrenaline than sex or drugs and I like it. Oh god I fucking love it– I didn’t think I actually did! and you kept coming home covered in blood like you’re rubbing it in my face that I couldn’t!”

He stood frozen, his chin tucked, looking down at the mewling cat as if it asked him if they both heard the same thing.

“I love this. I love you.” You whined– I love domesticity but god I need to feel high!!– I don’t mind it, I am stressed and I haven’t hung out with my bestie in a while, either. Look, I'm just gonna kill these whores, have a girls night and then I’m all yours… is not fair you get to have all the fun.”

“Oh. Pumpkin you could have said something– communication is key to a successful relationship!”  There he was signing with relief blowing raspberries trying not to chuckle– "If you needed it, you could have asked me I could’ve brought you somebody!”

“No!” He looked offended suddenly– Look. Is the hunt that makes the kill fun, the trailing, the selecting, the ever fluctuating levels of difficulty… you do this in perpetual ‘easy mode’-- I don’t.” You smacked your head back– I got these girls, they got lots of friends, close family who will notice the moment they are missing, full-time work with lots of close colleagues and dependants… when girls like that go missing and nobody ever finds out what happens– that’s my bliss.”

A few red flags waved in his head but he ignored them because at least you were being honest with yourself and him, your speech back during your first fight must’ve been denial he thought.

“As long as you see their beady little eyes cloud–

“Boring!” you sang.

“Thought you hated it.” he picked the cream feline– Poor Toaster had to hear us scream.”

He takes his place beside you, cat still in arms.

“Me too. You remember the cat’s name before your own kids bestfriends?”

He had no reply to that.

“Why kill people for dinner?”

So he didn't.

“Rich fucks pay a lot of money to see pretty girls murdered while they eat spaghetti… they bid to select the method.”

“Can I help? I mean if you needed to kill people you could’ve asked me instead of being a bitc– being so mean to me.” He caught himself but you didn’t mind his slip.

“Maybe next time…?” you bit your lips– I was worried that if I was embracing this side of me… you… would be grossed out, and you wouldn't like me anymore.”

“Babe. Pumpkin.” He cooed, He kissed your temples, nudging closer as he softly petted the cat’s side– I said I would take all your bad… I bet you would look so beautiful covered in blood.”

“You certainly do.”

You took your phone showing him a picture of Firecracker’s friend.

“She has lots of followers on Instagram… and her feet pics sell really well– just look at that ass!”

“Wow! You think is better than mine?” he pouted– I bet she would even look pretty when you kill her.”

“Oh fuck no, Your ass could cause an earthquake with that bounce.” you kissed his chin laughing into him– I’ll take some pictures for you, if ya like…?”

You purred, he pictured your tasteful nudes arriving in the middle of a meeting, seeing your sensuous shape covered in this cheap whore waiting for him to clean up.

Oh there was a prideful glimmer in his eyes, his hand stroking the fur– addictively soft, there was a lot of fur throws around the house, perhaps in the recess of his mind a deprivation of textures had brought a subconscious fascination with fur, he mindlessly stroke the feline and you wondered if somehow your powers had influence his decision, this cat looked somewhat like his mother’s– the cat began to purr, and you both sat there looking at the overweight animal as it nestled itself comfortably in defeat.

Your cheek resting on his arm with an eagle picking at your scalp.

“Ooklynn is not a real name.”

“Well her parents are white… her middle name is Meribeth if you prefer.”

“Becca did right by calling him Ryan. Ryan is nice, simple, easy, perfect.”

to be cont.

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 5

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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There is nothin' fair in this world, baby

There is nothin' safe in this world

And there's nothin' sure in this world

And there's nothin' pure in this world

Look for something left in this world

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Juliet

Juliet rapped on Logan’s door until her knuckles were sore. There was no immediate answer and she knocked again, and again, until finally her brother swung the door open, looking surprised and concerned. She noticed he was wearing only sweatpants and his usually immaculate hair was sticking up in all directions. She also noticed several light scratch marks on his pecs and smirked to herself.

She brushed past him into his living area, demanding, “Wine. Now… please.”

He moved towards his fridge, returning a few moments later with two glasses of sparkling rosé and as he handed her a glass, she nodded towards the bedroom, smiling. “I take it things are going well in that area?”

His eyes took on a glazed, dreamy look, “Uhhh… yeah, you could say that. We’ve spent the last two days in bed. Only got up to eat.” “Food, I take it,” laughed Juliet. He nodded, “Funny, sis. Yeah, to eat food.”

His new wife appeared at that point, wearing a silky little robe. She smiled, “Hi Juliet!” as Logan jumped up to get her a glass of wine too. The two women hugged, and Juliet felt very glad that this woman was in Logan’s life, she had a good feeling about her. Especially when Juliet’s attention was going to be on other things than her recovering addict brother very soon.

James had been immensely surprised when Logan had invited him to his house and introduced him to his new wife. He’d showed him the marriage certificate, and the new wife had not turned a hair when James asked her if Logan had paid her to marry him. “No, he didn’t!” she snapped, “And don’t you ever fucking say that again.” James had looked surprised, then laughed, turning to Logan asking if he was sure she was an Omega and not an Alpha. Logan had proudly announced that yes, she was an Omega and not only that, she was a Platinum Omega. James had been suitably impressed. And he’d immediately retired and as promised, handed over control of Delos Inc to Logan and Juliet.

And now, she guessed this was the reason her cockroach of a husband had decided to file for full custody of their daughter. As this horrible thought crossed her mind, she burst into tears.

Logan and his new wife had crowded round her, hugging her and asking what the matter was.

So she told them.

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Logan

He couldn’t believe that little scrote. What a stunt to pull, and the timing was obviously no coincidence. He was hoping to get his hands on some money. Or shares. Or both. In addition to trying to take Em away from Jules.

“It’s never gonna happen, Jules. Don’t you worry about that! I’m gonna get our lawyers to hire a P.I. to dig up some shit … or some more shit, I should say… so that he’ll never, ever get his hands on Em. Or any money, or any shares. Cos we all know that’s what he’s really after.” He was pacing in front of one of the long floor-to-ceiling windows, and he started muttering, “He’s probably still trying to prove to everyone that Dolores is real, the stupid fucker.”

His new wife looked puzzled, “Dolores? Who’s that?”

So Logan sat down next to her and told her the whole sorry story of him and William in Westworld. And about hosts, and narratives, the Mesa, Sweetwater, Pariah, being abandoned in the badlands… the whole nine yards. She looked overwhelmed by the end of it, and he hoped it didn’t put her off him. It was what had caused his final, inglorious spiral down the rabbit hole, after all. “Oh. You had sex with these hosts?” she asked, and he smiled at the fact that her mind went immediately to the sexual aspect of the story. “Yes, angel. That’s what they’re there for. And also so you can kill them. They’re robots, you program them. You bring them back online if they get killed. They’re like a fancy kind of sex doll, male or female.”

“Oh okay, right… so they’re just robots?” she said, sounding relieved. He nodded, “Except William is convinced that Dolores is real. She’s not, but even she was beginning to think so cos she listened to him babbling on about it so much.” He watched as realisation dawned, and she looked over at Jules with sympathy, “Oh… she’s the one…” Jules sighed and nodded, “Yeah, that was the final straw for me. I divorced the little shit.”

Logan picked up his phone and called Delos’ lawyers, wandering out onto one of the decks to continue the call. The new wife reached over and took Juliet’s hands, “He won’t let that horrible guy win, you know.” Juliet nodded, “He hates William, with a constant and implacable intensity. William left him out in the park to die, and then… then to make things worse, Dad and I didn’t believe him. William gaslit us, telling us that Logan had just got fucked up on dope and imagined everything. And to be honest… Lo was in such a mess by that point that what William said made sense. So I went ahead and married him. I was already pregnant with Emily although no one knew that at the time. I must’ve been fucking mad.”

The new wife shook her head, “Your ex was just clever and manipulative, and poor Logan played right into his hands. What he told you at the time made sense given the state Logan was in.”

Juliet inhaled and it became a small sob, “Even so, I betrayed him. I didn’t believe him. I believed that little shit over my brother. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” The new wife smiled at her, “I don’t think Logan would want you to feel like that. He loves you. So work on not blaming yourself any more, and get your head on straight so you fight this tooth and nail.”

Grabbing her, Juliet hugged her with all her might. “I’m glad you’re with Logan. You’ll be so good for him… hell, you already have been. He’s got that spring back in his step, and not just because the two of you are fucking each other senseless!” The two women laughed, and Juliet continued, “He’s really fallen for you… can’t you see how he worships the ground you walk on?” The new wife laughed again, “Oh.. I thought it was just my pussy he worshipped.”

Juliet smiled, shaking her head and holding up her hand, “Okay, let’s stop this conversation right here!”

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The New Wife

You swirled the pink wine around your glass, looking down into it and watching as the colours of the liquid changed in the evening light. What a horrible situation for Juliet to be in. Whilst you hadn’t yet met Emily, from the stories Juliet and her brother had told you about her, she sounded like a bright, sunny, happy little girl, which would no doubt change if William got full custody.

Logan strolled back out after seeing off his sister, and sat down across from you, picking up his own wine glass and sipping from it.

“Logan, how can he be allowed to do this? Surely no one in their right minds would assign him full custody?” He sighed, taking another sip, “Well, you already know that William’s a manipulative little bastard, so no doubt he’s come up with some things about Jules that he thinks he can use to make her look bad.”

“Like what exactly?” you challenged him. You saw his smile at your obvious defence of his sister, “Like… she got stopped for speeding a couple of months ago. Like… she was seeing a guy a while back and it ended badly. He said some shitty things about her, so I’m sure William will have him on board. Like… Jules had an argument with some stuffy bitch of a teacher at Em’s kindergarten last year about their procedures and they asked her to remove Em.” He sighed heavily, “All small beer, really… but I’m sure William will build them up into a really big deal.”

“But we’re going to hit back, though, aren’t we? You said your lawyers’ P.I. will dig up some shit on him?” Again, you noted his smile at the use of ‘we’. Well, you thought, I am part of this family now, aren’t I? “Oh yeah, I’m really looking forward to seeing what that douchebag’s been up to recently. We’ll have more than enough to bury him, I’m sure.”

You felt sad, and was sure your expression mirrored this, “It’s so horrible that it comes down to each side mud-slinging and seeing whose mud sticks best.” He put his hand over yours, “That’s very perceptive, angel. That’s exactly what it boils down to.” He looked at you intently, “It also comes down to who has the best lawyers and who has more money. And William doesn’t have two red cents to rub together so he’s probably got someone to take him on pro bono.”

Standing up, you pointed at his glass, “Top up?” He shook his head, “I need to watch my alcohol intake.” Your hand flew up to your mouth, “Oh Logan! I’m sorry… I keep forgetting you’re in recovery. Mainly because you seem so put-together.” He laughed, “If my father could hear you describing me as “put-together”… he’d piss himself laughing.” You put down your glass, manoeuvring yourself onto his lap and putting your arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth. “Logan, your father needs his head read.”

His head went back and he barked out a laugh. “You’re so funny,” he gasped, “…and I absolutely love that description of him.” “It’s true!” you protested, “You have done so well, Logan! You’ve pulled yourself back up from rock bottom and got yourself clean and healthy. You should be so proud of yourself… I know Juliet’s proud of you, and.. and so am I. I might’ve only known you for a few days, but I can see the effort you’ve put into sorting yourself out.” You gazed into his eyes, kissing him again, “I am so proud of you, Logan Delos.”

You were surprised to see his eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears, and he whispered, “Thank you, angel.” He swallowed, “It was a struggle, I’ll be honest. I wanted to give up so many times in rehab, and just slip back into my mess of a life. But I decided I wanted to live rather than die of an overdose so I kept on going.” You whispered back, “I’m so glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have my handsome, sexy husband with me in bed every night.” Now his eyes sparked with desire, “Is it bedtime yet, angel?” You laughed, “When did you ever worry about whether it’s bedtime or not?” He smirked, “How very true.”

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Juliet

Leaving the lawyers’ offices, Juliet tried to stop her blood from boiling. She knew that she and Logan had already discussed what William was going to use as ammunition in his attempt to gain full custody of their daughter, but it was different when you saw it in black & white on a court document.

His lawyers had filed their pre-hearing declaration and it was all there, every parking ticket, every speeding ticket, every disagreement she’d ever had with anyone in the known world, the poor choice of boyfriend she’d made earlier that year. He’d made her sound like an unhinged major criminal.

Heading for one of her favourite bars, she took out her phone and group-texted Logan and his new wife.

Juliet: Wine and moral support needed please.

Logan: On our way, where are you?

Juliet: The Palms Lounge.

TNW: Hang on in there, be there soon! xx

She smiled at the ‘xx’. That girl was becoming irreplaceable within their small family unit. Logan better not fuck up this marriage, she’d miss her so much if she left. But Juliet was feeling optimistic about it; she was even beginning to think that her leopard of a brother had actually changed his spots.

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Logan

Feeling excited about their first outing into the mainstream together, even if it was to rescue Jules from the pits of despair, Logan turned the SUV into The Palms Lounge valet space, getting out and tossing the keys to the guy behind the small desk. He made his way round to the passenger side and opened the door, holding out his hand so that his new wife would take it and step out. She was wearing a simple dark blue shift dress and strappy sandals, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail which he watched swinging hypnotically between her shoulder blades as she walked.

Even dressed so simply, she turned heads. Logan could feel his lip curling into a snarl as he saw all of the males in the area taking instant note of his wife. He was pleased that the cut of her dress allowed for a small section of her claim mark to show. Horny bastards, he thought, if one of them even tried to touch her…! Rationally, he knew that the claim mark would ultimately keep them at bay. It was a hormonal thing as well as a visual one, but it didn’t stop them looking. And he didn’t like that, one bit. When had he ever been this possessive over a woman? Like, never. Well, he’d take it because his ultimate aim was to keep her with him, and keep her safe.

He saw Juliet at a table near the fountain in the courtyard, and his heart went out to her when he saw how defeated she appeared. I mean this wasn’t even Round One legally speaking, so he knew he’d have to get her in a better frame of mind, and pretty damn quick.

They walked over and joined her, and he poured out some wine for him and his new wife. Soon, his irreverent sense of humour had both ladies laughing out loud, and he congratulated himself that his work here was done.

However, that thought was interrupted by a shrill voice in his ear and an arm snaking round his neck.

“Why, Logan Delos! I’ve been looking all over town for you… so this is where you’ve been hiding out!”

His heart sank. Oh shit, not her, he thought.

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The New Wife

You looked at the plastic blonde with fake everything who was currently draped over your husband.

To say you were less than impressed would’ve been falling short of the mark. However you noticed the grimace which appeared on Logan’s face and he immediately levered her arm off his neck. Juliet was scowling at her.

“Stacy,” said Logan, “fancy seeing you here. No, I haven’t been hiding out, in fact I’ve been celebrating my marriage.” He levelled one of his elegant hands towards you, “This is my wife,” and said your name.

The Plastic Blonde drew back, appearing to be in shock, and looked you up and down for a very long moment before giving you a fake (of course) smile, “Well, hello there, little wifey. I must say I’d never have pegged Logan as the marrying kind.” She turned back to Logan, attempting a tinkling laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, listen to me… pegged! Those were the days, eh Logan?!”

You saw a look of irritation flit over his face, and he said calmly, “No, they were not. And my wife knows all about my past excesses, all of them, and I’m an extremely lucky guy as she still wanted to marry me despite that. So just don’t bother trying to shit stir. And don’t bother trying to hang around me again, cos just know that I’ll call the cops on you. Bye-bye now.” And he waved her off as if she was an annoying mosquito.

He sipped from his wine glass and turned away from her towards Juliet and you, picking up the conversation where it had been interrupted. You watched the Plastic Blonde’s face turn scarlet as her mouth dropped open, then she stalked off further into the restaurant.

“Ugghhh!” said Juliet, scowling at Logan, “Of all your ex skanks to run into…” You saw him heave a deep sigh, “I know, Jules, I know.” You wanted to know more. “So, what’s the story with her, then?” Logan opened his mouth to reply but Juliet butted in, “Logan hooked up with her.. maybe two years ago?… and then made the mistake of taking her to a gala event as his plus one. Not sure how she managed to persuade him as Logan was a total one-and-done in those days, but maybe… pester power?” Logan sighed again, “Yeah, she basically stalked me and said it’d be good publicity for us both. She’s a z-list actress and she was looking to heighten her public presence. I gave in to shut her up, to be honest.”

“Which was a big mistake, of course,” Juliet confided to you, “because then in her mind, she was Logan’s girlfriend and she started turning up everywhere - at his house, our offices, even our father’s place once although she didn’t make it past security that time. Eventually Logan went to Asia to one of our parks over there and hid out for a few weeks. It seemed to work as she’d disappeared back down whichever drain she pulled herself out of originally. But then she popped up again when Lo was in the depths of his drug addiction and suddenly she was all over him again. Not that she was anywhere to be seen when he nearly died twice from OD’s. I’m sure she ran out on him and just left him there alone. I got her banned from the hospital when she tried to visit, and she disappeared again. A couple of months after that, Lo went into rehab and thankfully we haven’t seen her since.”

You looked across at Logan, shocked, “You OD’d… twice?” Juliet gasped over at you, “Oh… he didn’t tell you that yet, did he?” You shook your head and he shrugged, “Not yet, but I was going to.” “You really nearly died?” you whispered to him, hand going to his jaw. He covered your hand with his, “Ahh.. yeah. Yes, I did. Hence the trip to rehab after I’d got my courage up.” You could feel your eyes filling up. You knew he’d said he’d gone to rehab because he’d decided he didn’t want to die of an overdose, but you hadn’t realised that he had almost died. Twice.

“And that… that woman left you all alone, when you were OD’ing?” you snapped, “I’ll kill the bitch!” Logan laughed and stroked your cheek, “Defending your man, huh? Well, yeah she probably did, but there was always a load of people at my house during that time, so it wouldn’t have been just her and me. They all ran, like rats off a sinking ship.” “Still,” you said, “for someone who claimed to be your girlfriend…” He shook his head, “Oh, hey, no… she was never my girlfriend. That was all in her head.” “She sounds like a psycho. I hope you’ve got good security at the house now that she’s bumped into you again.”

Logan looked thoughtful, “That’s a good point.” He took out his phone and tapped out a text. “I’ve getting my usual contractor to come around and fix up some extra cameras and change the locks and stuff. My keys were always left lying around so she could’ve made copies, ya never know.” Juliet nodded, “You should’ve got that done a while back, Lo.” He shrugged, “Well it’s being done now as we speak so all sorted.”

At least all this drama with Logan had taken Juliet’s mind off her problems with her awful ex, you thought. There was still that battle to be fought.

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Logan

He couldn’t quite believe they’d bumped into that awful ‘Stalker Stacy’, as he always thought of her. He thought back to those days and all he could remember was wanting to peel her fingers off him and take a shower. She always had made his skin crawl to be honest, and when his wife had commented about the extra security, he’d immediately decided to upgrade everything and also change the locks. He pulled into the driveway and parked up. They’d gone for a short drive along the coast after they’d left Juliet, and called in at the contractor’s place on the way back to pick up some sets of keys for the new locks.

“Good call on the upgrade to security, by the way, angel,” he said, as he climbed out of the SUV, “I don’t think she’d dare turn up here now she knows I’m married, but she’s delusional, so who knows?” His wife got out and turned to him as he walked round the car to her, “I just don’t want to take the chance of that woman trying to get into your house, Logan.” “Our house,” he corrected her. “Uhh, yeah… our house,” she corrected herself, then saying, “she looked so shocked when you said you were married now, but also like she’d gone a bit nuts.” He nodded, “She’s definitely that, alright. Always was. Such a quality type of person I hung out out with back in the day.” As he opened the door and they both entered the house, she asked quietly, “And yet… you still slept with her?”

He sighed, dropping his keys on the counter and turning to her, placing both of his hands on her cheeks, “Only the once, more fool me. And entirely unmemorable. She was one of my… randoms, a total one-and-done but she kept trying to get me to sleep with her again afterwards, relentlessly. But even in those crazy days I managed to steer clear, I think some kind of sixth sense warned me to avoid her. I’m sure she’d have tried to get me on a paternity suit or something if I hadn’t. So I’m doubly glad I didn’t touch her again, for that reason and also because I didn’t find her in any way attractive. I’m ashamed to say I just used to hit it and quit it, and I didn’t even pay any attention to what I was actually hitting at the time. Boy did that come back to bite me where she was concerned.”

He thought about how he really regretted some of his earlier decisions when his brain was impaired through substance abuse. This new wife of his made him want to be a better man, and he wished he could go back in time and change things… a lot of things. But then again, if he did that, it might mean he wouldn’t have met her and he was so fucking glad he had.

“Well… if she shows up here, Logan, I will kill her. Just so you know.” He smiled, kissing her on the lips, “I’m sure she won’t. She’s too scared of harming her public image to risk it. I’d get her ass arrested and she knows it.”

“She wouldn’t need to worry about her public image, Logan. She’d be dead.”

He laughed, but deep down he knew she meant it. She’d defend him in any way she could. And while he didn’t want her to actually kill anybody to do so, he felt a warm and loving feeling inside as he realised that she really did care about him. And not many people had truly cared about him before.

He wrapped his arms around her more tightly and kissed her hungrily, passionately.

Realising that he loved her.

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The New Wife

The following day, Logan had reluctantly left in the morning to go to the office as there were some important meetings taking place.

You decided that you’d sit on one of the decks and read, and sunbathe, and chill. Logan had slowed down a tiny bit on the sex side side of things - mainly meaning he didn’t bother locking you in the bedroom any more - and you still had a pleasant ache between your legs from the ‘see you later’ sex you’d had with him before he left this morning.

Last night, you thought you’d detected a slight change in his vibe when he’d taken you. He was still so energetic and powerful, but you noticed an increase in intimate gestures, more kisses, more gentle stroking, more whispered sweet nothings. Was he catching feelings for you? Rather than it being just about the sex? Because you were definitely catching feelings for him. And that worried you a little. Your mind couldn’t help torturing you with the thought that the novelty would wear off and Logan would come to regard you as a burden he was lumbered with. And start up with his old philandering ways again.

You didn’t think you’d be able to bear that. To have had his full attention and then to lose it, no… you wouldn’t cope well with that. Unsure why you felt so strongly about him after such a short period of time, too. You wanted to be with him, and yes, procreate with him, protect him from all the horrible people like William and that awful Plastic Blonde. Well… you’d just need to hope that he didn’t get tired of you. Sighing, you settled back on the lounger and picked up your book.

You’d been dozing in the warm sunshine after eating a light lunch when you heard the front door burst open. Worried, you sat up on your lounger just as Logan rushed onto the deck, a light sheen of sweat on his face and looking flushed.

He ran over to you, kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hands, breathing heavily and gasping out, “My rut! It’s starting.”

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Logan

It had started just after the first meeting had ended. The past day or so, he’d been feeling a bit restless and at odds with himself but now…

He could feel his body temperature starting to climb and his face beginning to burn. It had been a while, but he knew exactly what was happening. He walked quickly to Juliet’s office and explained to her what was going on. She immediately told him to head home, that she’d take care of the remaining meetings.

He didn’t need to be told twice and rushed out of the office, jumping into his SUV and fumbling to get the key into the ignition. It had been so long since he’d had a rut, but he knew he’d soon become moody, irritable, introverted, restless, and of course still needing sex.

He guessed that his recent sexual activity with his wife had possibly triggered his rut. The counsellor had warned him that could happen but also that as he was now clean, his bodily functions would probably return to normal. Eventually. And now they had, much earlier than he’d expected. He pulled out into the flow of traffic, wishing for once that he lived closer to the city. But he knew he’d never give up his place at Malibu, he knew he wouldn’t. It calmed him to be there. It was one of the few places where he could feel totally relaxed. And now it was where she was, so it was truly home.

He hoped this rut wouldn’t be too bad, he’d need to try and not be too grumpy.

And he also hoped that his new wife was ready to handle a Dark Alpha deep in the midst of his rut.

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The New Wife

You’d been reading up on Alpha ruts on the mainstream internet. So as soon as Logan had come bursting into the apartment looking like a demented soul in torment, you’d taken him by the hand and led him to the en-suite, running a bath for him and soothing him as he lay in it, soaping him gently and running your hands over his lithe body.

Then you’d put him to bed, given him a full body massage and then let him sleep, which he did for several hours. You created a calm and tranquil ambience for him, lighting some candles, bringing him some food and a glass of wine once he was awake, massaging his tense shoulders, then you’d lain down with him and let him be the big spoon as he drifted back off to sleep. When he’d started burning up during the night, having some kind of bad dream, you’d brought a cloth soaked in cold water to lay on his forehead and cool him down.

You’d repeated this during the following day, and Logan had seemed to be dealing with his rut fairly well. What he wasn’t handling so well was his increased sex drive. He’d returned to spouting his “I don’t want to hurt you” bullshit, which annoyed you immensely. How was he able to go back to thinking that? Your sexy, fired-up Alpha needed to get his head out of his ass.

You sighed. Looks like you’d have to turn to Plan B again.

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Logan

He saw her pout when he lay down and didn’t immediately pounce on her, like he normally would’ve done just a couple of days ago. Especially as she’d been staring pointedly at his hard-on until a few seconds ago. Earlier, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t impressed at all that he’d taken to wearing light PJ bottoms in bed. Well, neither was Logan but he thought it would be safer than sleeping naked.

She’d been so good to him during his rut so far, really looking after him and trying to calm and soothe him. He’d loved it, quite frankly. Basked in it, in fact, as no one had ever looked after him like that. And he knew she just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t having sex with her. Again.

Sighing, he turned on his side and tried to tug her down to lie next to him but she very deliberately picked up her book and began to read, ignoring him.

That made him feel really irritated, which he knew was a rut-induced reaction but he couldn’t help it. And this was why he was cock-blocking himself, as he was worried that he’d lose his temper for no good reason and that he’d take it out on her. And now that he knew he loved her, he just didn’t want to do that and possibly drive her away. So it was back to Logan the Monk. For now. He’d just need to man up and do without sex for another few days.

He huffed and turned onto his other side, so he couldn’t see her. He sneaked his hand onto his pyjama bottoms and then down onto his hard-as-fuck dick, rubbing it surreptitiously. Suddenly he heard her book clatter to the floor. As his shoulders came up off the mattress and he turned to see what was happening, she jumped onto him, shoved him onto his back with force and wrestled his PJ’s down to his knees. She ran her hands through the soft hairs on his thighs and kept going upwards till she reached her prize, which she grabbed in a vice-like grip.

Ah no, ambushed again! he thought, I need to get her off me… as she forcefully slid down onto his cock and began moving up and down on it, fast… her hands going into his hair and grabbing two handfuls before tugging on it.

His eyes closed, his lips parted, oh fuck, but it feels so good…

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The New Wife

Like a victorious avenging angel, you rode your reluctant husband with enthusiasm as he groaned and gasped, “No… no, stop… please…” You leant over and whispered, “No way!” into his ear, and kept right on sliding up and down that beautiful cock of his. He was trying to lift you off him but you grabbed both of his shoulders and held on for dear life, gripping him inside as you did so. There was no way you were going to let him stop you having your way with him.

You noticed Logan’s eyes travel downwards and suddenly widen to the size of saucers, his mouth dropped open and he looked confused but also terrified.

What was wrong with him?

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