#seriously they keep feeding us so well 😊

[chibiiichandiary]

Bazaar V shares new video tidbit of #chengyi, zeng shunxi, xiao shunyao, and wang herun 📸✨

#cheng yi #zeng shunxi #xiao shunyao #wang herun #mysterious lotus casebook #MLC in modern era #seriously they keep feeding us so well 😊 #when jiao-jie's a villain but her character is so iconic that she's always included in these type of promotions and events 😊

[oathkeeperoxas]

AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

You sending this: haha it'll be a fun way to wrap up the year!

Me for the past 2 weeks thinking about this nonstop every time I have a spare second: what WERE my top fics of 2022??

I've carefully picked out the below, but there are many, many, MANY fics that I enjoyed this year, so picking just 5 was so hard okay 😭 that being said, all of these are codywan recs except one (besides codywan and TOA fic I don't think I read anything else this year... Well, besides The Desert Storm which is an ongoing series, but which I recommend to every person, whether you like Star Wars and whether you like time travel or not). I've posted the below fics in the order I read them so no favouritism in the order they're listed!

this road is meant for two [10.2k] by @skatzaa

“Cody,” came a voice from behind him. The Jedi. The traitor. “Run. Use your jet pack.” “Shut up,” CC-2224 snarled. He could barely see through the pain, but he leveled his blaster rifle again. “I’m not leaving you behind again, General—”

This was my gift for FFFX and let me say I seriously won the jackpot with this one!! It really has so so much tailored for me, like time travel of codywan from tatooine into a clone wars fix it, the angst of purge trooper Cody and him struggling with what he did, trans Obi-Wan, hurt/comfort, established relationship, it was funny, and most importantly, Palps got killed 😊

Good Soldiers [7.2k] by @elwenyere

“Have I ever commended you on the vast array of sentiments you manage to convey with your ‘sirs’?” Obi-Wan asked wryly. “Someday I will persuade you to drop the appearance of formality - at least when you’re telling me I’m full of shit.” “You’re welcome to keep believing that, sir,” Cody allowed. “Everyone needs something to look forward to.” The rest of Obi-Wan’s smile faded, his expression growing thoughtful. “Yes,” he murmured, “I suppose they do.” ----- Or, 5 Times Cody and Obi-Wan Followed Orders + 1 Time They Followed Each Other

I just remember reading this summary, and even before I clicked it I was like YES!!!! This person understands the characters and their dynamic and the prose is excellent, this fic is going to be freaking awesome. And I was right! It balances character growth and plot brilliantly, and the construction of each section is so thoughtful and combines into an incredibly crunchy whole. I was so disappointed when I checked the author's profile to find that this was their only codywan fic, but elwen has since graced us with many excellent works, and I recommend anything that she has written!

Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons [32.7k] by sual

“This can’t keep happening,” Jango says despairingly. He’s said this almost every year for the past twenty-five of them. “Well,” Cody slowly replies, looking down at the squalling baby the witch has left on their doorstep, “what’s one more mouth to feed when you’re already feeding thirty?" - In Cody's latest attempt to sacrifice himself for his family, he finally learns how to want something for himself. Modern AU with magic.

Urban fantasy is my favourite genre, and this fic captures everything I adore about it - the inclusion of magic into the setting is so natural and informs the plot deliciously. I usually am a very hard sell on modern AUs and on relationships of convenience, but the excellent writing and Obi-Wan's gender fuckery got me hooked, and I'm so very glad I gave this one a chance. It's such a great idea, executed super awesomely and the smut throughout is sooo hot augh

Meg & Apollo's Highly Limited Roadtrip Playlist [3.2k] by Curioser [and the prequel as a bonus!]

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again. And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

Reading this immediately after finishing the TOA books made me sooooooo emo like you have NO idea!!! Meg and Apollo's relationship was the core part of TOA that I enjoyed the most, and this fic made me see that relationship in a different light, gave me a different view as this is from Meg's POV instead of Apollo's like the books are, and introduced me to a whole bunch of new music too. It feels far too short for the amount of gutpunches contained within - the comparisons between their fathers, their situations and lives, and how they're coping with that, all made me sooo overwhelmed like aaaaaa *insert screaming cat meme* they're best friends. They're best friends!!!!

shelter from the storm [3.1k] by @inkformyblood

A sandstorm means that Cody and Obi-Wan have to spend days inside. They find ways to pass the time. - Obi-Wan’s voice is low and Cody can almost picture his expression despite not quite being able to pick out his features; the incline to his head is almost hungry, his eyes half-lidded and thoughtful. “I’m sure you have several suggestions already.” “Only several?” Cody punctuates the question with a kiss, drawing Obi-Wan’s hand to his mouth rather than chance finding his mouth in the semi-shadows. The split lip hadn’t been worth it with the benefit of hindsight, regardless of how attractive the gesture had seemed at the time. Cody’s lips brush against the rough edge of a bacta patch, an old one worn and reused until it is more placebo than curative, but Cody still skirts around the edge of it, kissing the seams of Obi-Wan’s fingers and tasting salt.

This was another gift for me and it is just so so so good 🥺 I love how magpie writes codywan as the flow between them, their characters, their banter and their relationship is so lovely and amazing! Codywan on tatooine are my favourite version of codywan, and it is nailed here - the yearning and the grief and the closeness that comes from being the only two people in the galaxy. Plus trans Obi-Wan has my whole heart, which was the cherry on top of the rest of this excellent fic

Plus 1 - the favourite fic you wrote in 2022

Whaaaat a question, oof. This was hard, but I've picked the one that I enjoyed writing the most, as well as one I've reread a dozen times or so this year since I think I did a good job in it!

Stand By Me [34.7k] by Serie11

Cody and Obi-Wan renovate a house together out in the Dune Sea. Along the way, they discover something else worth keeping.

I wrote this in like 4 weeks as a gift for Emi, and the process came together to really deliver what I wanted, and Emi really enjoyed it, so it was just a really enjoyable process the whole way through!

#codywan #fic recs #codywan fic recs #Greensleeves is probably also in my top 5 but since it's deleted it doesn't feel right to speak to it :( #anyway this year slapped there was so much good fic!!!

[lockedfighter]

May I say that your portrayal of tifa as a strong woman is nothing short of awe-inspiring? The way you breathe life into her character, infusing her with depth, complexity, and unwavering determination, is truly remarkable. 🥺 I love as well the authenticity with which you write her. You capture her essence with such honesty and vulnerability, allowing yours partners to connect with her on a deeply emotional level 😊. Also your writing skills? Every time I read a reply of yours I’m truly left completely mesmerised 🌹❤️ you’re an inspiration my dearest bean 😊.

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐            portrayal notes . ♡

outofchara . my adoration for you knows no bounds 👉🏼👈🏼 genuinely —- thank you for taking the time to send this wonderful ask which literally brought tears to my eyes . i’m speechless ?! like .. coming from you is an insane compliment and this truly means the world ; shall be treasuring it forever !!

you’re the sweetest peach & i’m so happy to be writing with you 🥺 i could go on and on about tifa and all the different layers she has .. ( girl be like an onion , seriously ) —- i’m so happy to know that that feeds through my writing ; i try hard to keep that multi dimensional personality and focus on how she would act / say / do things at specific times and i’m still constantly learning about her even after writing her for so long . this is the biggest compliment i could ever receive and i can’t even begin to express my gratitude . my main goal is to show how human she is , she has her strengths but also has her weakness and i’m relieved it’s been conveyed correctly .

ahh , i’m rambling —- this just made me a happy bean & you’re honestly such an inspiration to me ; thank you for giving me the chance to create wonderful stories with our characters .. & then cry at the angst . LOVE THIS FOR US !! i adore you 💖

#ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ keepsakes . ⋆｡˚ ┊ one for the treasure box ♡

[thotsforvillainrights]

HIII I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO SO MUCH I HAVE TO READ AT ATLEAST ONE BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP AND WHEN I WAKE UP EACH DAY LITERALLY YOUR WRITINGS KEEP ME ALIVE

but anywho 😭 can we get some Nemoto smut? Like a smut where he bends the reader over and fucks them till they can’t think properly. (IM SORRY IM JUST MAD HORNY FOR THIS MAN🙏🏾)

(I appreciate you reading my things. It means a lot to me!!! I’d love to deliver some Nemoto content. In fact, one of my dear moots loves him so much that I’m sure they’ll love to see this come up on their feed too😊)

~Sneaking Around~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Did you really want to bring him some lunch or were you playing at his heart this morning? He had to raise the question when you rounded the corner wearing his favorite outfit on you. However, the way you smiled at him should’ve been enough to answer his question. This wasn’t something you did often and certainly not publicly like this. Sure occasionally you’d rile him up with a few sexy texts to get his head spinning at work, but never have you ever shown up in person to try and get a reaction out of him. “Have you lost it?” He tried to quietly scold you but his eyes were stuck on your body rather than your eyes so how were you supposed to take him seriously? He was barking his game but you were 100% positive he had no bite. You knew Shin well. By now he was likely either biting or licking his lips beneath that mask as he tried to regain some of his composure. 

-”What? I just wanted to bring you some lunch today? What’s so wrong with being sweet to your loving partner?” You further pressed while taking a seat on his desk and crossing your legs. “Y/N stop it. This is work. Someone could walk in on us at any minute and master would have my head on a stick if he found out. Go back home and wait for me. I promise I’ll tend to your every need and more.” You uncross your legs and watch him move to stand between them, his hands gently reaching to rub and grasp at your upper thighs. Sure a part of him wanted you to listen but the bigger half of him wasn’t as strong to deny you as he wished it to be. “Shin, where’s Mimic?” You tilt your head and ask feigning innocence. He sighed. “Away with the boss and Setsuno’s group doing a shakedown on the other end of town. But don’t you go getting the wrong idea as they should return momentarily.” He lied to you. There was no way they’d be back within the hour. There was plenty of time for you to do exactly what you wanted. Shin likely noticed that you caught him in a lie. It was something he rarely EVER did unless he felt absolutely necessary. So then he pauses to ask himself:

-If I want Y/N back home, why am I letting her/him/them unmask me right now? Why am I so receptive to the way my lover is squeezing their legs around my hips? Why am I feeling heat rise so quickly while Y/N is layering my neck in kisses? If I want my love to go back home, why am I so horny right now?” Most importantly...why can’t I stop my hands from moving?” 

-”You get 15 minutes.” He mumbles breathlessly as he quickly shed his clothing. You smirk at having won your little game and follow along with the stripping. After he locks the door he briefly apologizes to you before grasping you firmly and turning you around to bend you over his desk. He silently curses when the cup full of pens falls to the ground and makes a loud noise. The objective here is to be quiet so as to not get caught, but that’s a little difficult with the way he’s rapidly fucking you at the moment. To silence your moans he offers up his own arm for you to bite while he fucks you. He’s no stranger to it and neither are you. It’s already got a few bruises from the last escapade 2 nights ago with you. There is little he can do to silence the sound of skin slapping together, and he’d rather die than to slow down in this moment so he resolves to absolutely ruin you in the shortest possible time. 

-By now you’ve tapped into the delicious sound of his deep whines and moans, the way your name simply rolls from his tongue. It’s nothing short of perfection. However, with a soft huffing he grasps at your hips and slows his stroking in an attempt to somewhat punish you for teasing him like this. He does this to get a reaction out of you, a sloppily moaned apology as you beg him to keep going. He makes you promise you’ll never do something so risky like this again as he holds your imminent orgasm right out of your reach. “Fuck pleeease Shin, I promise! Fuck I promise, pleassssseee~” When he’s felt he had enough of this torture as well he finishes you off, pulling out and messing the slick flooring with his cum before leaning down to leave a sloppy heated kiss at your hole. When all is said and done (and the room tidied back up to perfection), he sends you on your way with a sweet kiss and a thank you for the lunch. By the look in your eyes though...he can expect this to definitely be the first time of many where you ‘visit’ him at work.

#Smut #shin nemoto #bnha nemoto #shie hassaikai #yakuza #minors dni #minor dni #Headcanon

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Can you please make a drabble with Rio trying to empress his girlfriend with homemade chocolates for Valentine's day but she's also decided to make him some sweets so they ended up drink tea together and feed each other chocolate?😊 Thank you ahhh you works are amazing❤️ Hope you have a happy Valentine's day💌

Writer's corner: Hi, sweetheart! Of course I can! I seriously hope you'll like the drabble! If not, please, let me know so I can fix it or make another one for you! Hope you have an happy Valentine's Day as well!~♥

Words: 1160

S/o's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: nothing, just adorable scenes and cuddles!

~♥"𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚎.. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.."♥~

Rio had decided to make that day special for both of him and his sweet girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen in a while, due to his work with Mad Trigger Crew.

He had been quite distant but not with his heart. Even at night, in that tent of his, while he was laying on the grass, looking at the sky, he couldn't help but try hard to find the brightest star.. It didn't matter how hard he tried, his light blue eyes couldn't find any stars, not even one, which looked brightest than his sweet girlfriend. As he thought about it, images of her sweet and deep eyes came back to his mind and he sighed loudly, imagining her laying there beside him. That's why he soon decided to do something special for s/o. He wanted to make her feel special. He kept calling or video-calling her at least once a day. Although he did that, he thought like he had to do more to prove her how much he loved her. This is the reason why Rio soon came up with an idea for Valentine's Day, as he noticed that it was already the 13th of February.

"Babe!!.. I'm so happy to hear from you!", s/o picked up the phone and smiled, trying to hold it with her shoulder while she her hands were busy.. As he heard s/o's voice, Rio's lips curled up in a soft smile. He was in a library, looking for a cooking book while he was speaking to his sweet and adorable partner. His heart was always beating so fast when he heard from her! She was the most precious girl, the finest one, the most beautiful on the planet! She even was the one he'd like to marry one day… "Babe! Tomorrow I'm free! We can hang out if you want to!" Rio's voice sounded so joyful and happy! Of course it was deep as always, but those shaky words let s/o understand about how happy he was. S/o smiled as she kept walking quickly through the kitchen, holding plates and pots. It was clear she was busy cooking. Even Rio could hear some noises, like pots being put on the table or a whisk mixing ingredients. "I'd love to see you tomorrow, babe!" Even s/o's voice sounded happy as she softly giggled while keeping cooking. Rio looked at the clock in the library. It was almost dinnertime so… it was obvious that s/o was busy with her own dinner. He smiled warmly, imagining himself hugging her from behind, putting his chin on her shoulder and smelling her scent mixed with her cooking. As he kept walking through the library's shelves, looking for a book about sweets, Rio kept hearing s/o telling him about her own day. Her voice was so relaxing and soothing that he could have listened to it every day… …the funny fact is that he already did listen to it every day, since he used to call her at least once per day when they were distant! Soon Rio managed to find the book he needed and exited the library, trying his best not to spoiler his girlfriend about the surprise he wanted to prepare for her.

As both they finished talking and hanged up the call, Rio wore an apron and entered the kitchen, reading carefully that book about cooking sweets. He had never cooked any sweets before.. He had always prepared some of his "survival cooking", so it was clear that he was completely scared of messing everything up. He hoped to manage to do some homemade chocolates for his dear princess. Rio's eyes followed the words on the pages as he focused: "Dark chocolate, sugar, cocoa wafers, heavy cream…" He smiled, relieved. He had all the ingredients. His muscular and tall body entered the kitchen again as he put all them on the table, along with some pots and whisks. If anyone had seen him, they would have never noticed that it was his first time trying to cook some sweets, because he put all himself, all of his love for s/o into those chocolates. He cooked them for about two hours and an half. "Great… I think I finally did it..!", he smiled, wiping away some of the sweat he had on his forehead as his light blue eyes looked at those chocolates. They seemed adorable but something was still missing.. Rio looked around and soon saw something else he had brought for his dear princess: it was an adorable teddy bear which was holding tightly a red heart with both Rio's and s/o's initial letters. Rio sighed smiling adorably as he turned kitchen's light off and went to rest.

"Babe! I missed you!", the next day, for Valentine's Day, s/o immediately reached Rio to a restaurant. Rio opened his eyes wider as he saw her.. his cheeks became pink. He hugged her tightly. His heart was beating faster.. she was even more beautiful.. Her hair was styled so adorably, and her dress fitted her so amazingly.. nobody could even be more beautiful than her.. not even a single girl.. just like those stars Rio used to see during those nights without her.. There wasn't even a star which was brighter than s/o's eyes in the sky.. She was unique. Rio smiled as he gently moved the chair to make her sit. The dinner was going amazingly as they both kept eating and ordering dishes to eat, holding their hands together. Her soft eyes were still looking for his, while he kept caressing her hands softly with his thumbs. Soon they both left the restaurant and reached the wood, where he lived and had his tents.

"Babe.. I have a surprise for you..", Rio said as he sat beside s/o while they both were cuddling under the night sky, looking at the stars. Soon he surprised her with those chocolates he had prepared for her. S/o smiled brightly as she hugged him, thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever. "But I have a surprise for you too..", she giggled and gave him a package. Rio opened his eyes wide as he realized she even bought him a gift. He happily opened the box: it was full of homemade sweets too. As he saw those candies, he chuckled blushing, gently caressing her cheeks. They sat under the night sky, feeding each other their homemade sweets and chocolates. It was a so intimate but even adorable moment between them.. He was hugging him close, gently caressing her back, while he was getting drowned into those deep and beautiful eyes of hers. "We seriously got the same idea..?!", Rio asked, still a little bit surprised by that coincidence. "Well.. I guess we seriously are soulmates.. I'll marry you one day, my princess..", he whispered into her ear, keeping holding her close to him.

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#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic drabbles #hypnosis mic drabbles #hypmic mad trigger crew #hypmic mtc #mad trigger crew #mtc #hypmic rio #rio mason busujima

[ss-hikaru]

Style Arc - Sable Boyfriend Cardigan

So this project started with me ironing paper. The applique pressing sheet I bought earlier in the year sure is handy. Then I tried to be sustainable and printed the print-at-home pattern on some scrap paper, but my printer didn't like feeding through some of the pages that were formerly stapled, so I had to get a bit creative when putting it all together. Should be fine right, not like it's a close fitting garment 😋

After putting it all together...damn am I like super short or something? The promotional image shows the cardigan going not quite mid thigh, but this looked it it would go past my knee 🤨 I guess since all the sizes are the same length they are trying to make sure it suits very tall people too? But would be nice if they included a 'lengthen/shorten here' guide like I commonly see on commercial patterns. I ended up reducing it by 10 cm for the prototype. Btw, my first time seeing the term 'cut 1 pair main' instead of 'cut 2'.

It turns out the fabric I was planning to use for prototyping was only 1 m, so I ended up using a knit I bought from Homecraft Textiles for a blouse, except when I received it, I decided it was too weighty. But would work as a light cardigan. It was probably an odd width...the pattern specified 1.8 m of 148 cm for size 8 but I only barely managed to cut all the pieces (actually had to split the neckband into 4 pieces...the pattern helps disguise this though). Btw, I hadn't come across this method for constructing pockets before, it works quite well. The extra reinforcing makes sense too! nevermind that I was too lazy to actually implement that part...

I was pretty happy how it turned out! except for the part where I accidentally pushed a shoulder seam forward instead of back and realised too late Only thing is....damn it is huge 😂 'relaxed fit'...to the extreme. I read reviews for this pattern saying to drop 2 sizes so I dropped 1 but I seriously think I need to drop 3...

Overall though, this was a nice relaxing project for a weekend. I started Friday night and finished it before the sun started to set on Sunday, and I only really worked on it for 2-3 hours each day. It would have been faster if I actually read the damn instructions properly. Seriously, there was like barely any instructions and I still managed to miss parts LOL. I mean, look at this:

In conclusion, I'm gonna keep this and see if I actually ever end up wearing it. But at least now I will have a size 4 pattern ready and tested for when my actual fabric arrives 😊

#sewing #Style Arc #the sleeves on this boyfriend cardigan are too long even for my former boyfriend-now-husband #cute but probably impractical

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Civil War - Brooklyn

Chapter 15 Tit-For-Tat

Masterlist

Previous Chapter

READ THE WARNINGS!!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes, Reader/Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 6,405

Warnings: Non/Con, Rape, Forced Orgasm, Brief Flashbacks of Torture, Angst, Depression, Nightmares, Manipulation, PTSD, Physical Abuse, Gunshots, Minor Character Death, Explosions.

Summary: Recovering from her torture our reader struggles with some PTSD. With her mind scattered she comes back to one thing, Revenge. But when she seeks it will she be ready when the lies finally become truth? Someone from her past shows up unexpectedly turning everything she thought she knew upside down. Brock won’t give her up without a fight and will go through drastic measures to show her that she belongs to him.

A/N: Seriously read the warnings. It’s dark near the end and I don’t want anyone being triggered while reading this. I also want to apologize to my followers who have been waiting about 5 months for an update to this. Most know I have been dealing with health issues and trying to recover. Hopefully I can continue to update like I want. I’m wanting to wrap this story up in the next five chapters but we shall see.

Thank you to my beta reader @music-culture-mythology​ for always supporting me, helping me and being there for me. I know you are busy with college and I’m grateful you still make time for me.

Thank you @whimsicalrogers​ for the page breaks

kotyonok  - means kitten  

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Steve sat in the living room, shrouded in darkness, and sipping a glass of whiskey as he went over the events from a few days ago. They had a plan in place to take down Brock but once again he got away. How could it all go so horribly wrong so quickly? 

Brock had you, their girl, in his possession and who knew what lies he was feeding you at this very moment. They had been so close to having you back with them but now, it was like you had completely vanished. There had been no clues for them to follow so they could look for you. Steve drained his glass and slammed it down on the table. 

If they could just get you back, explain everything as Bucky said that they would do from the beginning, then maybe there was a chance to win you back over to their side. Yes, they have murdered people in the past but they would never kill those you loved. They were not the monsters that they were made out to be. Your father was family to them as he had taken both men in when they were young. The thought of you thinking they could murder him crushed both of them. 

Bucky walked into the room and could just make out Steve’s form pour himself another glass. He took the chair in front of his friend and sighed, “I left a message on Rhodey’s phone again. He still isn’t picking up when I call.”

“Well ain’t that fucking great.” Steve took a swig. Tony would be the key to reeling you in at this point and if they couldn’t get into contact with him, they knew you would be lost to them.

“Look, Steve, Stark is probably laying low for a reason. There is no doubt in my mind that he will want his revenge on Brock when the time is right. I mean he hated Brock more than us. We just need to keep our people out looking for any signs of Hydra.” 

Steve ran a hand over his face and sighed, “We fucked up. We’re the reason she’s in this mess in the first place. The reason she was tortured by that maniac Zemo. I swear to god I will tear this whole state apart to find her.”

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on his knees. “So far we have Natasha and Clint on our side. Even though Thor and Loki helped with our search earlier they won’t act further without Stark.”

Steve nodded his head. Thankfully they had a few families backing their cause against Hydra, but, they were still missing some crucial key players. 

Bucky continued, “Quill and his crew can’t be reached. I heard they went underground when Thanos killed half of their families over a decade ago. If we could locate Stark we will have the numbers.” 

Steve looked at his friend. “First, we need weapons. Let’s get a count at the warehouse and see if we need to restock. Then I will try Rhodey's cell phone again. If anyone knows where Tony is, it’s him.”

The warmth was something your body craved as you woke around midnight in the oversized bed at Brock’s mansion. You had awoken, chilled to the bone because of a nightmare from your torture. Quickly you pulled the covers off and walked to the master bathroom where you ran a hot bath.

Brock had rescued you a week ago from a nightmare that you never thought you would be able to leave. He had brought you to a hospital to be looked over. The nurses attended to all the wounds they saw on the outside while the doctors prescribed medication to help with the pain. As for your mental health, well that would take some time. You didn’t want any pain medication as you didn’t want to be in a daze. The injuries, the pain, kept your mind focused. It was a reminder of what you had to do once you were healed. Revenge.

Afterward, he brought you back to the safety of his house and let you shower in peace. You had climbed into bed to rest and had drifted off. The bedroom was your sanctuary and you had refused many times to leave it when Brock asked you to come downstairs to eat. Thankfully, he would bring your meals to you and leave. He had confirmed to you that Tony was indeed dead on one particular night that you asked. The grief was raw just like your trauma. You felt lost and angry that you never got to say goodbye. 

You stripped out of your clean clothes and stepped into the tub. The warmth washed over your bruised skin as you sunk into the tub. Your eyes closed as you tried to process everything you have been through. 

Soft kisses along your neck make way to gentle caresses down your body. Firm thrusts within you had you moaning in pleasure as Bucky and Steve each took you apart. 

The time with them was a lie a voice says in your head. They made you into a fool, their whore. They only wanted your territory and to run the family business. You were a pawn in their game of chess. 

Your mind cuts to you holding Tony’s bloodied body as he calls out the name of his shooter ‘Steve.’ You last saw Tony alive in the hospital fighting for his life. But now he is gone. You never got to say goodbye to the only person that mattered. They had taken Tony from you.

Shaking that thought away, you sighed as you sank lower into the warm water. Soft sounds from a dripping faucet echoed loudly throughout the room causing your mind to pull you back to that filthy, cold room. 

Darkness is what you saw behind exhausted eyes. Just when you would close them, maybe for good, a jolt would wake you and his face would be there to haunt you. 

Zemo… “kotyonok, I’m not done with you yet,” his voice frightened you, cursed you.  His torture was constant and so many times you begged for your death. But, he would give you no reprieve. 

“Sweetheart, the water is cold. You’re shivering, let me help you out.” A deep voice cut through your dark thoughts, causing you to jolt. 

You hadn’t realized that your body had become chilled. How long were you in the tub? With the conditions you grew accustomed to over two months, the cold was something you learned to accept to survive.

Your head tilted back and you locked eyes with a pair of dark brown ones. Your savior from the hell you were in, Brock, was kneeling next to the tub with a towel in hand. He smiled softly as you shakily stood and let him wrap you in the warm oversized towel. 

Brock lightly put his arm around you as you limped to his bedroom. It was dark out and the lights in the room were soft compared to the harsher ones you were used to.

Your mind was distant as you dried your body off with the towel. Brock walked over and handed you shorts and a t-shirt. As soon as you changed you sat on the edge of the bed still staring off into the distance.

Grief coursed through your veins as you tried to push the pain deep down inside you. Show no weakness to anyone. This did not break you… Loudly those phrases rang inside your head.

Lips softly touched your forehead, snapping you out of your trance and you watched as he pulled back from you. “I know you are still scared and unsure about everything that’s going on. So I will leave you here, while I take the spare bedroom. If you need me I will be next door.”

You watched as he turned to leave and your hand grabbed his wrist, halting his movement. “Brock… Can you stay? I...I just don’t want to be alone tonight.” Your eyes looked up to his face and you could see he was surprised by your request. 

“Are you sure sweetheart? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with everything you have been through.” He knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs, and watched as you bit your lip.

Nodding your head, your hands gently grabbed his. “I’m sure, I would feel safer if you stayed.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you. You are safe with me, in my home.” He stood and went to one side of the bed and climbed in.

You pushed yourself up the bed as Brock grabbed the covers you had pushed down earlier and pulled them up over you both. The bed was soft against your sore, abused body. It was a welcoming comfort from the cruelty of that hook you hung from every day. 

The light was turned off by Brock and you started to shake in fear. The darkness was haunting, cruel things were done when the lights went out. You didn’t realize you had moved closer to him until you felt his toned arm wrap around you. 

“Easy sweetheart, I’m here. Nothing is going to harm you.” As your eyes adjusted you noticed the moon shone through the windows, giving some kind of light within the bedroom. His hand softly caressed your arm as you laid your head on his chest.

This felt different than what you were used to with Steve and Bucky. Brock was built like the guys but there was something about being here in his bed that made you uneasy. It may be from everything you went through or it could be that this was wrong. Though Brock had proven to be the one telling the truth all along. Maybe this is where you were truly meant to be. 

All you knew for certain was this assignment from the FBI to take down Hydra was a sham. There was no way you could go back to Steve and Bucky. Not after the lies and murders. They were going to answer for their crimes against you and your family. Your eyes grew heavy from exhaustion and you could feel yourself about to drift off. The last thing you thought of was hell was going to rain down upon them but first, you were going to take everything away from them.

You woke early thanks to the nightmares that continued to plague your mind. Brock had comforted you to the best of his ability with gentle caresses and soft words of comfort. 

A buzz on his phone caught his attention as he pulled away from you. Untangling himself from your limbs he got up to take a phone call. With him up for the day, you decided to shower and change.

Your mind was processing and planning what you had in store for Bucky and Steve. Hitting their major warehouses would debilitate their operations. Did you want to see them be brought down a level? Absolutely. The thought of watching them flee and scramble for weapons brought a smile to your face.

Dressed for the day you headed out of the room to see where Brock was. As you made your way down the hall hushed voices spoke behind a door that led into a room you'd never been in before. Slowly you walked to the door, trying to hear what was being said.

“I expect that you get everything under your control soon Brock. We need to take control of the territories soon. It’s bad enough I had Fury sniffing around Shield before he disappeared. Hydra will rise but unless you do what you need to, you won’t be standing at the top leading it.”

“You worry too much Pierce. Things will work out the way we want.”  

What did that man mean by Brock had to do what was needed? As you tried to lean forward to see who this Pierce was the floor creaked under your feet. You quickly walked to the steps and headed downstairs to the kitchen in search of coffee. 

You poured yourself a cup trying to act as natural as possible. Looking out the window you took in the water. Whatever game Brock was playing you figured he would bring you in whenever he was ready to.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, startling you, “Morning sweetheart. Sorry I had to get out of bed early on you. I had business to attend to.”

Glancing over your shoulder you smiled up at him. “No worries, I had to freshen up anyway before we got started with our plan.”

Brock gently turned you to face him, hands resting on your hips. “Someone is eager for revenge. Anyone ever told you that you are sexy when angry?”

A chuckle left your lips. Of course, you have been told that but he didn’t need to know it was from your former lovers. “You are the first Brock. Most men don’t like the mean side of me.”

Slowly his fingers traveled from your hips to under the hem of your shirt. Fingertips lightly run across your skin and he pulled you to his chest. “I love that spark within you as it ignites a fire within me. Together we will burn this city to the ground.” He crashed his lips against yours taking you off guard. The kiss is possessive and greedy as his hold on you grows firmer. You let him dominate the kiss even though you wanted to pull away. 

He leaned away reluctantly, “Maybe later when this is all done we can finally celebrate the right way.” You knew what he meant, sex, but your mind wasn’t ready for it. The thought of rolling around in bed with him made your skin crawl. How could you be intimate with someone you thought was the enemy for so many years?

You smirked at his remarks, trying to blow off what he said, “Maybe.”

Brock grinned at you, “Oh, next time you try to snoop on business that doesn’t involve you there will be consequences.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Your voice never wavered as you spoke but you felt nervous.

Brock watched as you looked away from him. He leaned into your back and whispered, “That office is off-limits. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I do.” You spoke evenly trying to not show your fear. Curiosity plagued your mind over what he was hiding in that office. A part of you wanted to find what secrets were behind that closed door.

For now, your mind thinks of one thing only, revenge. You were going to burn everything to the ground and finally take back your city. 

Steve had hung up the phone as Bucky made his way into the warehouse office. Both men had been busy with meetings and phone calls. It had been over a week since their search for you began. The search had expanded outside of Brooklyn to the Bronx, Queens, and Manhattan. They were looking to expand the search east to Long Island but they knew it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bucky walked over to the couch and plopped down. Just like Steve, he was tired from the lack of sleep he was getting every night. He was worried about you and wanted to find you sooner rather than later. Bucky closed his eyes and draped an arm over them to block out the light from above. His eyes were not even closed for a full two minutes when Steve’s phone was ringing.

Steve looked down at it to see Natasha was calling. As soon as he put her on speakerphone she started to talk frantically. “We have a problem, Cap. Two of our warehouses were just attacked.” 

Bucky sat up and walked over to the desk, “What do you mean attacked? Who would be stupid enough to hit our buildings?”

“Which buildings Natasha?” Steve ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“One at the docks and the other on the outskirts of town. Both buildings are up in flames. Clint and I are the docks. We barely got out before it blew.”

Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “We need to get down there.”

“I wouldn’t come down here. The fire department and cops are here. Clint and I will head to you. Do you know who would be stupid enough to hit your buildings?”

Steve knew exactly who was behind the buildings being hit and by the look Bucky gave him, his friend knew as well. “Nat try to see if anyone made it out of the other building. We will see you when you get here.” Steve hung up the phone and started to text Thor. “I will have Thor and Loki look at the other building.” The only people that knew of their warehouses would be those involved in their weapons and drug trades. Y/N would have this knowledge.

After texting Thor, Steve’ and Bucky’s phones both buzzed with a text message. It was from an unknown number. Clicking on it they both read the same message, “You destroyed everything my family built. Now I will repay the favor.”

Just then the power shut off, leaving both men in the dark. Before they could react, the windows shattered as Molotov cocktails were tossed into the building. As soon as they hit the floor, they exploded and fire broke out.

“Shit!” Bucky yelled as he dodged a second Molotov as they both rushed to the office door, the fire rapidly spreading up the walls. Steve is ahead of Bucky as they make their way into the large opening of the warehouse. The fire was everywhere as they continued running and coughing from the thick smoke. Finally, they reached the front door and rushed through it. Before they could get a few feet from the building they noticed Hydra men were surrounding them.

You watched as they coughed and took big gulps of fresh air. Their eyes looked around, taking in the Hydra men, and finally landing on you. There is confusion on their faces that quickly turned to anger as Brock made his way to your side.

“Isn’t it beautiful? Out of the fire, a Phoenix shall arise. People will tremble when they know I have taken down the feared Captain and Winter Soldier. The only question is do I kill you slowly or quickly for what you have done to me?”

The anger coursed through your veins as both men stood before you. Bucky took a step forward but stopped when you raised a gun at him. “Doll, whatever Brock has told you it’s a lie. We didn’t do what you think.”

Steve raised his hands, “He’s right if you would let us explain we have proof that Brock is lying. You should know we would never lie to you about this.”

A laugh escaped your lips. “You wouldn’t lie to me? But yet, that’s all you have done since you came back into my life. I trusted you, I loved both of you!” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you tried to control your temper. You felt like your heart was breaking all over again. 

Brock touched your shoulder, causing you to look up at him, “Sweetheart, they are the enemy. Remember your task: they killed Tony and your father. Finish them and take back what is yours.” 

Bucky took two more steps forward and stopped as you faced him again. “Doll, please. He is the enemy. You should know better than to listen to his lies.”

Your arm shook as the gun felt heavier in your hand. Unsure of who to trust, you started to lower the weapon. It was a battle between your heart and your head. Maybe you just needed to hear them out?

Brock sighed as you dropped your gun to the ground, “I expected better of you sweetheart.” He grabbed you roughly by the upper arm and dragged you back to the SUV. Shouting over his shoulder, “Kill them.” 

The men that surrounded Bucky and Steve aimed as you screamed for them to stop. Your heart pounded in your chest as panic consumed you. The thought of losing them for good made you sick. This felt like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

You tried to pull from Brock’s grasp as you pleaded for them to stop. Brock opened the door and just before he could shove you in, gunshots rang out. A scream tore through your throat as you closed your eyes, expecting the worst.

You opened your eyes slowly and watched as a couple of Brock’s men dropped to the ground, dead. Steve and Bucky were unharmed but looking past you. Glancing over your shoulder you saw Rhodey, Thor, Loki, and Tony standing there with guns in their hands. Tony looked livid as he stared down at you and Brock. You could see the tension between both men as your world started to spin on its axis and all you could do was spin with it. 

Tears fell from your eyes, “Tony?” Confusion and relief flooded your system as you realized he was standing there, very much alive.

Brock grabbed you harder and shoved you into the SUV as he followed you in. “Get us out of here.”

The driver peeled away from the men and the burning warehouse. You turned in your seat to observe out the back window, Tony yelling something as the SUV sped away. 

Hydra agents were locked in a firefight with Tony and the other men. You turned back around and looked at Brock. He was seething from the events that just unfolded.

Finding the courage, you spoke up. “I thought you said Tony was dead? I...I need to see him, pull over and let me out.”

Brock's jaw clenched, “We are not stopping.” 

“Brock just let me see…” 

A hard slap hit your cheek causing your head to snap to the side. He gripped your chin hard making you look into his eyes. “I said we are not stopping. We will discuss this when we get back to the house.”

He let go of your chin and shoved you away. How dare he strike you for wanting to see the person you thought was dead. Never had he been violent towards you until now.  

If you were in a better situation you would have hit him back. You clenched your fist as your mind tried to process everything that just happened. Helplessness washed over you as a sense of anguish grasped you by your throat, making it hard to breathe. 

There were so many questions that needed to be answered and at this rate you didn’t know who to ask. Lies poured from the mouths of those you trusted and at this rate you could only count on yourself.

With Tony being alive, that meant Brock had been lying to you as well. You needed to get into his office that was off-limits to see what he was hiding in there.

The drive went by quickly and the SUV pulled up in front of the house. Brock opened his door, “Do I need to drag you inside, or are you going to behave?”

You stared into his dark eyes, he was not happy. “I can behave.” You slid across the seat and got out on his side. He wrapped a hand around your arm as you both made your way into the house. 

Hydra men were scurrying around the house as he pulled you up the stairs, leading you to the bedroom. As soon as you reached the bedroom he pushed you inside. “Don’t leave this room.” 

There was no way you were going to sit in here with everything going on. You watched as he closed the door, leaving you on the bed alone. You approached the door and listened as he made his way downstairs. Something was going on and you were now more than ever determined to figure it out. 

The burner phone that Brock had given you earlier was still in your coat pocket. You reached in and pulled up your text messages. Typing quickly you texted Tony’s phone. “How are you alive?” You pressed send and within a minute he messaged back.

Tony: “I went into hiding once we found out what Brock was up to. Where are you? You aren’t safe with Brock.” 

Your stomach tensed at the last part. You typed back, “Somewhere on Manhasset Bay. Something is going on here, there are Hydra men everywhere.”

Tony: “I’m going to find you, kiddo. You need to know Steve did not shoot me, Brock did. If you can get out of that house safely then do so now.”

Quickly you stuffed the phone back in your pocket and pulled your boots off so you could walk quietly in the hallway. Slowly you turned the handle and peeked into the hallway. Thankfully it was empty as you made your way into the hallway. There were voices yelling downstairs. Brock was upset with someone. You reached the office doorway and glanced inside. No one was in there so you decided to sneak in.

Carefully you made your way over to the large oak desk. You started to pull out each drawer to look for anything that could be incriminating. Pushing files around, nothing stuck out to you. That was until you opened the middle drawer.

You pulled out a schedule and flipped it open. Inside were cargo schedules and what was inside each container. Pulling out your phone you took pictures of the pages. After several pictures of shipments and contacts, you went to put it back in the drawer. You watched as the photos slowly started to upload in the text you sent and you tucked the phone in your pocket, hoping they didn’t take too long to send.

You looked into the drawer and something caught your eye. As you laid the schedule down on the desk, a gasp caught in your throat. Reaching into the drawer you pulled out the ring that Zemo had taken from you. Tears welled in your eyes as your finger ran across the stones. You thought that the ring was long gone. 

The realization hit you like a bus. Brock had hired Zemo to kidnap you. All of the pain and torture you went through was because of him. So you wouldn’t get caught with it, you stuffed it into your pants pocket. 

“I see you don’t follow directions very well.” A familiar voice startled you, causing you to look up in shock. Before you stood Agent Jack Rollins, gun aimed at you, just inside the doorway. 

“Jack? You...You work for Hydra?” You raised your hands in defeat. 

A grin came across his face, “Of course I do. Did you honestly think Richards was the only mole inside of the FBI? Richards may have been in charge there but I was assigned to watch you. Now be a good girl and come out slowly from the desk. I don’t want to hurt you but I will.”

You did as he said and walked to him slowly. Jack moved the gun, signaling you to walk in front of him. With the gun at your back, you both made your way downstairs. Hydra men were staring at you both as you walked into the kitchen. The door leading to the garage was half-closed. That same guy, Pierce, was inside yelling at Brock. Jack pushed you into the garage, causing them to look at you.

“Found her in your office snooping around. I think she was taking photos of your paperwork.” Jack closed the door behind him as you stood before all three men. 

“This is the one that you are fussing about Brock?” Pierce stood in a well-tailored suit, studying you. 

Brock outstretched his hand, “Hand over your phone sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I wasn’t doing anything…”

“Now sweetheart. I won’t ask again.” 

You reached into your pocket, grabbed your phone, and handed it over reluctantly. Brock snatched it from your hand and looked through it. “Christ, you took photos of the shipments.” Angry, he threw your phone across the room where it shattered against the wall. 

Pierce glared at you as he approached you. He pulled a gun from his holster and aimed it at your face. “You should have just killed the bitch as I ordered you to. She has caused too many issues just like the Captain and Winter Soldier.”

Brock drew his gun and aimed it at Pierce. “Drop the gun old man. I’m done taking orders from you.” 

You stood in shock as the barrel of the gun Pierce was holding hovered inches from your face. Death never looked so freeing and scary at the same time. Would Brock let him kill you? You almost wish he'd shoot you, if only to stop all of this torture.

“Brock, I know you can’t see it now but this is for your own good. You will thank me later when she is gone, you can just take over the territories without her.” Pierce grinned at you, “It’s nothing personal.”

Before Pierce could pull the trigger Brock shot him in the head. You screamed in horror as blood splattered on you and the older man fell dead at your feet. Over the years you have seen many people killed but to see Brock murder his boss terrified you. If he could do this with no remorse what could he do to you?

Jack opened the door and let a couple of Hydra men in. They brought in a tarp and rope to dispose of the body. Jack looked to Brock, “I will handle this if you need to attend to other business issues.” He briefly looked at you and smiled sinisterly. 

Other business? Panic set in, his gaze making your skin crawl. 

Nodding in agreement Brock grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into the house. He stopped just inside the living room as you wrenched your arm from his grasp.

His dark, haunting eyes stared down at you. “I’ve tried to be patient with you sweetheart. I tried to win you over but it seems that no matter what I do you are still just an ungrateful bitch.” 

On the last word, he punched you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Before you could fall to your knees he grabbed you by your hair to steady you. Fear consumed you as his grip on you tightened. 

Your hands flew to where his hand clutched you. Trying to free yourself you kneed him in the stomach making him grunt in anger.

Another punch hit you in the stomach, harder this time, making you cry out in pain. Black spots danced across your vision as Brock picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Nausea was radiating through you as he made his way up to the bedroom. 

“Put me down you son of a bitch.” You started to punch into his back as he made his way into his bedroom, shouting angrily. He dropped you onto the bed and slapped you hard across the face causing your head to snap to the side. Your cheek burned from where he hit you. Fear invaded your mind as you thought back to your torture from Zemo.

“You just had to text your dear brother those pictures.” You turned to see him pulling his suit coat off and throwing it on the ground. Pushing yourself to sit up on the bed, Brock hit you again, causing you to cry out in pain. “I told you there would be consequences if you went into that office.”

Your fingers touched your heated cheek as he stared you down. Quickly you sat up and lunged towards him, punching him in the face.

 “You’re a monster. I swear you will not get my family's territory or the backing of the other families. Now that Tony is alive he is probably rounding up Steve, Bucky, and the others to-”

His left hand grasped you around the neck and squeezed, choking you. Another slap then connected to your face, the sharp sting stunning you. Blurry dots danced in your vision as your back connected to the bed. Disoriented you felt him rip your pants and underwear off. 

Dazed, you punched and kicked at him as he towered over you but that just angered him more. No matter how many times your hits connected it did nothing to deter him from you.

“You are going to learn your place sweetheart.” Roughly he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled his tie off from around his neck. You made one last attempt to get away but he snatched your wrists and tied them firmly together at the small of your back. Large hands grabbed your hips and turned you over to your back. With your wrists pinned under you, the position had your arms aching. Anger and lust burned in his eyes as you tried to kick at him again. 

“We are going to do this properly this time. Last time you were unconscious in that townhouse. I like my woman with a fighting spirit so resist all you want. It just makes it more enjoyable for me.”

Your eyes grew big from what he said. He was the one to rape you? “Go fuck yourself! I will kill you for what you’ve done.” You thrashed against him but he pulled your hips to the edge of the bed where he stood.

“I wanted to have our first time be perfect but I deserve a reward for dealing with your shit.” He undid his zipper and pushed his pants halfway down his thighs. Spitting into his hand, he stroked his half-hard cock until he was hard. He wasn’t as large as Bucky and Steve but he was still well-endowed. 

You struggled against him as he pushed your thighs open, “Please Brock, don’t do this.” Fear raced through your head at the thought of what he was about to do. 

“Scream all you want, it’s music to my ears.” He lined his cock up to your unprepared cunt and thrust hard into you. The intrusion had you screaming out in pain. 

His hands pinned your hips to the bed as he took you hard. Every harsh roll of his hips had you crying out for him to stop. It was clear that he was loving this, the way that your pussy hugged his cock with every push and pull. This was your worst nightmare, being taken by the man you despised.

You closed your eyes as he fucked you with vigor, trying to make your mind think of anything else but this. The pain felt like he was ripping you apart and you whimpered with every snap of his hips. 

His right hand made its way between your bodies in search of your pearl. His thumb found its destination and rubbed tight circles around it in time to his thrusts. The pain slowly started to melt away as your body gave in to the pleasure he was giving you. A moan left your lips as he kept an even pace. You were mortified that you were enjoying yourself from this forced pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” Brock panted above you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you refused to do what he said, “I said look at me.” Another hard thrust had you opening your eyes unwillingly. “You’re mine, do you understand that? Answer me.”

You cried out unwillingly, “Yes,” as he continued to pound into your now wet channel. Shame clouded your mind at the thought of him claiming you, making you agree to be his.

His fingers worked your clit faster and you could feel your orgasm building. Tears welled in your eyes as you felt you were betraying Bucky and Steve. 

Brock grabbed your right leg and rested it on his shoulder. The change in position had him hitting your spot inside you. It was overwhelming, your body betrayed you as you fell off that edge and reluctantly moaned out your orgasm, hating every second.

As soon as your pussy tensed around him Brock groaned. “Music to my ears sweetheart.” You turned your head to the side refusing to watch him reach his release. 

He grabbed your chin, “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” As soon as you complied he gave a few more harsh thrusts, cumming deep inside of you and grunting out your name. A shudder of disgust traveled down your spine at the thought of his cum inside of you. 

He stilled inside you and watched as tears fell from your eyes. “You are mine now. You will learn to love and please me or I will take it by force.” He pulled out of you and some of his release spilled down your thighs onto the bedsheets.

“Once my cargo deal goes down we are leaving New York. We won’t have peace until we get you away from here. With Pierce out of the way, Jack is going to work on taking out your brother and those two assholes you love. Once they are dead we will come back to rule these cities together as man and wife.”

“I won’t help you rule anything. You might as well kill me now.” You spat out with anger.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Tonight we made some progress in starting a family. Who knows, maybe I fucked a child into you just now.” He tucked himself back into his pants. Roughly he turned you over and untied your wrists. “I have to make some phone calls. Make yourself comfortable because you are not leaving here anytime soon.” Brock turned and left the room, door locking behind him. 

You sat up on the bed and made your way to the bathroom to wash away the filth from Brock. For the first time in years, you felt helpless. With no phone, you weren’t sure how Tony was going to find you. Hopefully, the shipment schedule reached Tony before your phone was smashed as that would be one of the only leads for him to find you.

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Anon pls,

Im genuinely confused to be honest. On one hand their bffs but yet don’t interact in the same way online like they do with their other bffs (Hunter) and maybe that’s because fans will go overboard with it. However maybe they reconnected but aren’t as close as they once were so their just keeping up pretenses? OR they decided to remain just friends but still can’t get pics with Jacob?! lol OR maybe he’s being honest and telling us nothing is going on like in 2019?!? Not gonna lie, I’m sort of disappointed because I thought they wouldn’t do the whole over the top denial and I’m disappointed because I let myself get excited again. If that makes sense. Sorry for rambling.

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Girrrrrrrrl.... my head is spinning just like yours is lol 😆 😂

I thought your point here was pretty telling though:

"On one hand their bffs but yet don’t interact in the same way online like they do with their other bffs (Hunter)"

Hmm..... so very true indeed. I'll even add that they seem not to be afraid in the least of fans taking things and running with it with their OTHER ships.... 😏

For example,

Tom openly calls Jake his "husband" lol 😏

Z gave Timmy a flowery birthday msg back on his birthday

Z OPENLY shows tons of support and ILY's to her other "bestie" Hunter, and doesn't once worry that some fans seriously ship them together

Interesting how Tom didn't put a disclaimer about Ciara Bravo claiming that they're "JUST FRIENDS" while promoting "Cherry" 🤔 , and they have more of an "adult relationship" being shown in their film together

Z as well hasn't hesitated from snapping and sharing pics she's taken of JDW on her Instagram feed, even though they're are some fans out there that ship them together 😏

Soooo yea.... go figure! 🤷🏾‍♀️

Even if you were trying not to get fans riled up, why are you so comfy about these OTHER ships, but not Tomdaya? 🤔Cuz those ships could get just as riled up if enough proof, fans and antis exist lol. 😆

All very interesting, that's all I'll say!

With that said, we'll just continue to let the two "besties" that are Tomdaya have their "bestie" friendship in peace lol. 😅

Like I said before, this is a different ship from the past. Most of us are just happy that they're friends again, and if that's ALL they are, then no big deal! 😊 At least they're on good terms again.

The days of arguing with antis are over lol.... This isn't 2017, and I've now come to see that ppl will continue to believe whatever they want to believe regardless, even if solid evidence points to the opposite. So that's why I don't take it too seriously anymore lol.