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welcometothelairofthebitchking · 2 months

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Why it's funny to me that people give Way sooo much shit but think Charlie is the best thing that ever happened to Babe:

Okay so first of all, I am NOT a Way apologist. That boy is crazy and sick in the head and a very deep shade of red when it comes to red flags, but the thing is? Charlie isn't that much better?? Im not even talking about the 'Charlie faked his death and it hurt babe' part. I don't even really care about that. I'm talking about up to episode 8. Because at least up until the moment that Way snapped and tried to actually r*pe babe, the things he and charlie were doing weren't that different. 'Oh but Way used his powers on Babe and brainwashed him and controlled his whole life.' Exactly. Way used the privilege Babe gave him to get close to him whenever he wanted, to put his hand on his shoulder, and use his power on him to steer things in the direction he wanted. Each time Babe thought his best friend was being affectionate, he was actually being abused in the worst way possible. Babe trusted him with his love and the power to come close and touch his body whenever he wanted, and Way took advantage of it.

And you know who else did that? Charlie did. He did the exact same thing. Actually, I can even take the paragraph above and replace the words:

Charlie used the privilege Babe gave him (long term sexual contant never shared anyone else, cuddling in the bed and touching throughout the night, the kiss oh my god the kiss) to get close to him whenever he wanted, to put his hands on his body, and use his power on him (aborbe everything) to steer things in the direction he wanted (the grand plan, am I right? The one him and Jeff worked soooooo hard on). Each time Babe thought his sex buddy/lover was being affectionate, he was actually being abused in the worst way possible. Babe trusted him with the power to come close and touch his body whenever he wanted, and Charlie took advantage of it.

'But he did it to protect Babe'. That does not matter. Babe isn't a child. Charlie doesn't get to decide to protect him without asking his opinion. Babe is an adult. He can make his own choices. Moreover, his senses have been with him all his life. They shape his whole identity and who he is. Actually, given his fucked up childhood and how he was raised, given that his whole career and number 1 'identity' depend on them (because it wasn't just a number 1 spot, it was who he was. Pit babe always wins. Pit babe won't be pit babe if he loses.), Babe probably thought most of his worth comes from his senses. He said that once, that he's not sure he'd be worthy if he doesn't have his senses (and here the point isn't that he would be worthy, it's that HE thinka that)

And charlie just comes and? Decides to take them? Decides to take the whole identity of someone he 'loves' in order to 'protect' them without giving them a choice or even explanation?? That's fucked up. When I got to that point of the series, I legit thought this is a kind of r@pe, and worse than the sexual kind.

So the thing is, what he did was fucked up. It doesn't matter what his motivation was. I'm sure that Way too actually thought r@ping Babe and putting a baby inside him by force is the best way for both of them too. Which, obviously, bonkers, but my point is that your intentions don't cancel out the harm.

Everyone in this show treat Babe as some sort of object or kid that doesn't know what is good for him. No one gives him a choice while it's literally HIS life. They just come in and use him and his trust. They just manipulate him and lie to him, and no one considers how much that would HURT.

And you know what the real difference between Way and Charlie is? Obv. That charlie is 'selfless' and does everything for babe rather than the sake of his own desires/safety, but I assure you a writer can twist that. I can easily write the same situations and characters (up until chapter 8), and this time make charlie the red flag. In a case like this, the real difference is the way the narrative guides you and your emotions along, and the most important part in that is Babe himself. It's about who babe chooses to forgive. Who he decides to stay with despite the hurt. It's not about choosing between a saint and a red flag, but choosing between two people who have hurt you. And you choose the one who you love so much, you would keep hurting for.

And that's the beauty of it. Despite what this might come off as, I'm not a charlie hater. Not at all. I like him and babe together actually. I like Way too. And I love all of them because they are incredibly fucked up people trying to do what they think is right and I find the struggle interesting. My point is that, we are too fixated on finding a green flag and a red flag and choosing between them, when in situations like this, when all characters have been through hell, there will be no green flag. You can't rip a person apart and then bitch about them being red like blood can be any other color.

My point in making this wasn't to say charliebabe is abusive or toxic. It can be at points, but my point isn't that. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't fall into the trick of the narrative. You shouldn't decide a person is good and saint like just because their intentions were good or because they're the one the protegonist choses. You shouldn't ignore the hurt they do. The show moved sooooo fast from what was the biggest betrayal to me and I don't see anyone talking about it, simply because Babe decided to forgive and forget and the narrative pretended everything was perfect with a mama joke and a hug

#such a long rant #pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe bl #pavel phoom #charlie x babe #charliebabe #way pit babe #not a way apologist but I love red flags because they are red #waybabe #thai bl #the mpreg show is actually that deep #unpopular opinion

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istanchan · 3 months

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Pit Babe Finale Thoughts

I can’t believe PitBabe is over. I’ve been watching week by week since November and it has been such a wild ride. I don’t remember enjoying a show and the fandom space of the show so much since probably Kinnporshe.

And I did not have any expectations for this show. At most I was interested because Pavel was in it. But even then I hadn’t watched anything he’d been in in a while. Also I had heard after the first episode came out that it was an omega verse style show where Pavel’s character plays the “bottom”. That definitely intrigued me.

However I still had a lot of doubts. I just assumed Babe would be the typical toxic alpha character. And I keep saying this but I’m so glad I was proven wrong. This show has kept me on the edge every single episode and the final episode broke me and put me back together again.

Before I delve into what I loved I will say I really wish there had been just one more episode. Some parts of the final felt a bit rushed. I would have especially liked to see more of the aftermath of Tony’s fall, more specifically how they handled it with the public. Also I wanted to see some PeteKenta:(( Also I would have liked to see more CharlieBabe communication scenes, because they didn’t really talk that much in the last episode.

But I’m not mad at how the finale was structured and how it played out. Actually I’m quite the opposite with PitBabes finale. It wasn’t perfect but I loved it so much.

First off Kenta stabbing Tony was so powerful but also heartbreaking at the same time.

Of course he had to be the one to finish off Tony. It’s the way also that Tony can’t believe it. He looks completely shocked. It’s the way that Kenta’s voice is soft he’s completely detached. He’s done enough.

And Way’s death.

Not just his death but the whole scene where Babe is holding him as he is dying.

The pain and desperation in Babe’s face made me want to cry. (Kudos to Pavel again) Even though Way had betrayed Babe’s trust and attempted to force himself onto Babe, in Babe’s mind at the moment he doesn’t think of all that. After all they have been friends so so many years. It’s hard to forget all of that

I loved this scene. Their dialogue especially broke me. Even till the end, when Way confesses his love, Babe tells him that we’re best friends. I love you but not the love you want.

And I really think Way redeemed himself, and this is all coming from someone who used to despise him. He gives his life up for Babe. He did something horrible okay yes but in the last few episodes he keeps his distance. He truly loves Babe, and because of the way he was raised he most likely didn’t even realize what he was doing was wrong, but after he realized how much he had hurt Babe he changed and it was clear to see.

See that’s the thing I love about the characters in Pit Babe I realized is that they have faults, no one character is perfect. Because of the trauma they suffered being a part of Tony’s orphanage they don’t know how to live a normal life. They all have their fatal flaws.

It’s why Babe is so desperate for love. And why Charlie is so self sacrificing. It’s the reason why Kenta couldn’t break free and the reason why Pete felt like he could fix those around him.

One last scene that I loved that I want to talk about is Babe and his Dad’s reunion.

I’m so glad they included this. Babe deserved the closure and he also deserved to be angry and upset. He went through so much and to know that your dad is still alive and he hadn’t even contacted you years after?? This scene in my head is a comparison for Babe and Charlie’s reunion but I feel like because of this scene I understand why Babe forgave Charlie so much easier. First of all Babe suspected Charlie was alive so it wasn’t a complete shock to him. And also Charlie’s “death” was only for a week or two maybe more. Charlie death was a sacrifice for Babe. Charlie literally spends every second of his life fighting for Babe.

But on the other hand, Babe’s dad sacrificed Babe. There’s a clear difference between the two. Yes he was doing it to protect him but he could have tried to get him back?? He could have tried to contact Babe?? He was a coward. And he acknowledges that and Babe eventually does forgive him because after all it’s his dad. But I just thought the dichotomy of the two was interesting.

Now moving on to my favorite thing, Babe and Charlie. I haven’t fervently loved a main couple in so long but these two just do it for me. They are the perfect match. Their confession did it for me.

Because of course Charlie had only loved Babe and Babe hasn’t loved anyone like Charlie before. They make me want to scream. Also in the final episode I really appreciated how supportive Charlie was. He was there and he understands Babe he doesn’t push. He just wants Babe to be happy. God I love them so much.

My brain is rotting and I feel like I have so much more to say but this post is already too long so that’s all my thoughts for now. I will miss this silly vroom vroom show so much :(((

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existentialcrisiscore · 3 months

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babe telling way he loves after way is practically gone, which means the last thing way heard was babe proclaiming his love for him, which I believe was waayy deeper (pun intended) than babe/way or anyone else realised

god this show ripped me apart

#pit babe the series #waybabe #peteway #charliebabe #thai bl #i want to move on but i cannot

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vanillagalaxiez · 4 months

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Fandom - PitBabe | Pairing - WayBabe

You Belong To Me

Tags: Forced Bonding | Emotional Hurt

Date: 21st January 2024

Description: Charlie is dead: Tony is coming after Babe: Babe is depressed, and Way shows up intending to make Babe his alpha once and for all, "for Babe's own good" that is; despite Babe's refusal.

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It had been less than forty-eight hours since Charlie’s funeral. Babe didn't know what to feel anymore; he didn’t know what to think—he felt numb, yet he ached so terribly on the inside at the same time. He wished he was the one who died in that bloody accident instead of Charlie; he blamed himself. None of this would've happened if he had not allowed Charlie to race.

Alone, Babe lay curled up in bed in his home, clutching tightly to one of Charlie’s shirts like his life depended on it, breathing in the scent of his lover because, in a few days, it would be gone and he would be left with nothing more than memories.

He wiped his eyes slowly, although he had no more tears left; his eyes still stung. He had no words, either—he had nothing and no one by his side except for a pit of emptiness that consumed him with each passing second. He was drowning, although he was nowhere near water.

So lost in thoughts, Babe didn’t realize someone had entered his room until he felt icy fingers slithered into his hair in such a tender manner that he might’ve thought it was Charlie if he didn’t already know his lover was dead. Instantly, he scrambled to sit up while he glanced over his shoulder. He expected no one—he had told them all to leave him alone!

A shocked gasp slipped from his lips when he caught sight of Way, and instantly Babe’s eyes morphed into something dark, something bitter and angry.

��What are you doing here?” He snarled, because what was Way doing there?

After Babe found out that his ex-best friend was an enigma who worked for Tony, who attempted to sabotage his relationship with Charlie numerous times, and who drugged him because he wanted to sleep with him, Babe refused to accept Way back into his life. Although, unfortunately, they still saw each other at the garage, he had changed his phone number and cut all ties with the betraying bastard. At some point, he could’ve forgiven Way for drugging him—he knew Way had loved him, which somehow turned into a full-blown obsession—but he refused to forgive Way for working against him and for working for Tony.

For a moment, Way’s face stayed emotionless as he stared at Babe’s patheticness, and he said nothing. This angered Babe further, so in a fleeting motion, he stood up from the bed, stepped up to Way’s face, and gritted, “What? The. Fuck. Are you doing here, Way? I’m only asking you once.”

Way had a look to him—one that Babe had never noticed before. He seemed rather selfish and uncaring in the eyes and the way his lips barely lifted into a conniving smirk. Of course, he didn’t care that Babe was grieving—he was probably gloating on the inside because of Charlie’s death. Sick bastard! Babe would give him one minute to explain himself, and then he would kick him out and get the locks changed.

“Babe… I come to see you—I know you don’t want to see me. I. I want to make things right— for the both of us, ” Way finally said, and what an awful thing to say to someone who just lost the love of their life. And then Way did something more stupid and selfish; he took Babe’s hand into his own and said, “Since Charlie’s dead... I think—I want to take care of you.”

Babe’s eyebrows furrowed, and he gritted his teeth so hard that it was a wonder they didn’t crack. How dare Way come into his home and suggest he should take care of Babe after everything he had done?! “How dare you?” Babe said in a dangerously low tone before his voice morphed louder, “ How dare you, Way!? After everything—after everything you’ve done, do you think I would want to be with you? You’re a fool, you know that?”

A pained look seeped onto Way’s face when Babe snatched his hand away, and he pleaded, "Babe, if you only listen. I didn’t come here to argue. I already said I’m sorry—”

“Your sorry is useless.”

“Damnit—shut the hell up and let me speak!”

Babe’s eyes doubled. Out of all the years he had known Way, the man had never raised his voice at him, until now. If it were another time, Babe might’ve felt hurt. They had a great friendship; how could he not? Way was no longer a friend to him, though. Perhaps a snake, a wolf in sheep’s clothing—a deceiver. Way was no friend, and yet, despite the curses making their way up Babe’s heated mouth, he kept it shut and allowed Way to speak:

Way sighed, satisfied, before he pushed the fringe out of his face and said, “Tony is coming for you. He heard about Charlie’s death; he wants to take you, Babe.”

Babe's frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”

“Tony wants to sell you to some Chinese businessman—the man wants you as his mate, and he’s coming here with Tony to mark you.”

Babe had no time to think about Tony between the time of Charlie’s death and his funeral arrangements, yet now...

“I will never allow that to happen.”

“You don’t have much of a choice. He’s stronger than you—he has backup, and you have no senses.”

Instantly, Babe’s eyes doubled, and he took a step backward; however, he could not go anywhere as the back of his knees had already made contact with the bed. No matter—how did Way know he no longer had his senses? And if Way knew, then Tony knew also. Suddenly he left bile rising in his throat, and if he hadn’t swallowed it back down, he would’ve thrown up.

“How do you know about that?” He asked, hating how weak and pathetic his voice came out.

Suddenly, Way took a step into Babe’s space and answered, “I know a lot of things about you.”

As the words were stuck in Babe’s throat, a minute of silence passed between them, and he watched as Way's stare morphed into one of maddening hunger, the kind a predator got whenever they spotted a prey, weak and trembling on their hinds. And although Babe was an alpha, he was one without senses—one who had lost nearly everything, one who was weak and trembling.

“Let me take you instead, Babe,” Way said seriously. “I’m better than Tony, and some rich asshole who only wants to use you; I care for you. Let me mark you. Let me be your enigma. I will be good to you—you know I will.”

By some miracle, he managed to find his voice, and with force, he shoved at Way’s chest. “Like hell, I’ll let you mark me,” he snapped, shoving Way toward the door one too many times, who stumbled backward. “I don’t love you—I’ve never loved you, Way! Not the way you want me to. Can’t you see? You’re not Charlie. You’ll never be Charlie! As for Tony, let him come. Even without my senses, I can take him. Now leave.”

“Now you’re the one acting foolish.”

“Fucking leave!”

“No!”

Babe stopped moving in an instant—all thoughts were gone. His whole body was seized by weakness as Way’s poisonous gaze tore a string around his neck, choking him, and he felt immobilized. At this moment, he could not believe it, and his disbelief showed through the tears that suddenly sprung from his eyes, trickling bitterly down his face. He knew about Way’s senses—about how he could hypnotize others, about how he would never use it on Babe. All lies.

Why was Way doing this?

What were his intentions?

Would Way hurt him?

Despite Way’s senses, Babe knew it wasn’t strong. He could fight Way— he would fight him, snatch his throat out if he had to because how dare Way do this to him?

“You’re not marking me,” Babe said, and he said it so bitterly that it caused Way’s sadness to show—caused him pain. Good, Babe smiled, because he suddenly despised Way more than imaginable. “I don’t want you and I don’t want Tony—I only want Charlie, and if I can’t—”

“Charlie is dead!” Way snapped with madness in his eyes. “And I’m glad he’s dead because that means I get to have you—and I will have you, Babe. Do you want to know why? Because you belong to me. ”

Who did Way think he was? Babe belonged to no one, only Charlie, and Charlie was gone. Although Babe so desperately wanted to shout and scream those words, he could not deny the madness in Way’s tone—the obsession in his behavior. Way seemed to be capable of doing anything, so Babe knew he needed to be cautious in his approach, especially now that he had no senses and no one to shout for help if he needed it.

“I don’t agree to this,” he said calmly.

Babe had hoped the sudden change in his attitude might calm Way down to act rational. He was wrong, though. It appeared that Way was on the verge of insanity—of losing it. And before he could do anything, Way reached out as quick as lightning, snatched him by the throat in a biting grip, and yelled into his face, “I don’t care!”

When Babe began struggling, his fingers instinctively reached out to grab his ex-best friend’s grip. Way chuckled—something between cruelty and menacing.

“Way—Stop this!” Babe pleaded, gasping for air.

Way, however, refused to listen. Instead, he dragged Babe over to the bed, and he declared—more to himself than to Babe—“I don’t care anymore—I’m done caring with what you think— with what you want. From now on, it’s what I want—what I need. ”

Babe’s heart thundered in his chest, threatening to explode, and yet he fought. His arms stretched out, snatching Way—scratching him on the face and in his eyes. If he weren’t so helpless, he would’ve marveled at the way blood trailed down Way’s face. He kicked plenty, too. He screamed, cursed, and yelled: “Way? What—What are you doing?” He hated how scared he sounded. “Way—Damnit, stop it!”

Way tossed him onto the bed without any care, and finally, air made its way back into Babe’s burning lungs, and he gasped—heaved while Way stood, watching him—drinking in the sight of his struggles with deep interest and a mocking stare.

When Babe looked at Way, his lips trembled when he asked, “Why are you doing this?”

Way took a knee on the bed before he descended to Babe’s level. “I’m doing this for your own good,” he answered with hunger in his eyes, like he truly believed what he was saying. “Just relax, and this will be over before you know it.”

Babe was no fool; he knew what Way was about to do: Way would mark him—force a mating bite on Babe’s neck. Quickly, he staggered to move away from Way, away from the bed—the apartment—this life. However, before he could move an inch, Way grabbed him bitterly by the root of his hair. “You’re not going anywhere,” he stated in an emotionless and deadly tone after he forced Babe’s legs apart and situated himself between his thighs.

“What are you doing?!” Babe yelled, panic evident in his voice, while fear throbbed in his flesh, temples, and veins as he struggled under Way’s punishing weight. “Way?! Answer me!”

Way, however, did not give him the answers he so desperately craved to hear. Instead, with so much composure, he tightened his grip on Babe’s hair—his eyes glinting when Babe gasped from the sting—and used his other hand to grip both of Babe’s wrists above his head before he descended until his lips hovered an inch away from Babe’s trembling, tearstained ones. “Present your neck for me, Babe,” he whispered like they were lovers, but his words were that of a command, and Babe, despite his struggles, had no choice but to oblige. Way blew lightly on his neck, where his scent glad showed—exposed—and whispered, “Good boy.”

A choked-out whine left Babe’s mouth, and he cried so bitterly that Way’s face morphed with concern for a splitting second before he went to drag his tongue along Babe’s scent gland, tasting him. Babe wished he could turn away from this—he wished Charlie was there to tear Way away from him, to mark him instead. None of this was possible, though, so he cried some more when he felt the touch of Way’s canines seconds before the other man bit down, so tender, so loving, so careful not to cause him any harm—oh, but the damage it did to his heart. He would never be the same after this—he would surely go into a void.

Babe screamed a glass-shattering, ear-piercing scream.

It wasn’t because of the pain exploding in his neck, eating at his whole body.

No.

It was because, despite this, the mark on his neck would guarantee that he was now Way’s alpha.

Babe knew his mind would never accept this.

Someday his heart would, though.

This thought frightened him dearly.

Soon after, when Way detached his canines from Babe’s neck, Babe lay lax on the bed as the other man tenderly lapped over the fresh wound. “No one can take you away,” Way said with awe in his voice when he was done, and although he released Babe’s wrists, Babe saw no need to do anything—what was there to do? Way owned him. Charlie was dead. Tony would never get to sell him. Way stared at him with soft eyes; the next words that came out of his mouth were anything other than soft, though: “Now you truly do belong to me, Babe... Even though you don’t want me, we both know that when the time comes, your body will be screaming for me, and I will be right here waiting for you.”

Bastard.

“No—never,” Babe gritted. Deep down, he knew Way was right, though. Someday, perhaps sooner than he imagined—tomorrow, next week, next month—his senses would heighten and his body would cry out for its other half, for its enigma.

Way thumbed away a tear that slipped from Babe’s left eye and whispered with mockery, “Oh, Babe. Yes.” And then he laughed—with sick glee, he laughed.

“How could you do this to me?” Babe asked, sounding pained and wounded—he was, both on the inside and outside.

Suddenly, to Babe’s surprise, Way snapped in a whispered, deadly tone into his face. “Everything is always about you, isn’t it? Have you ever wondered how agonizing it was to watch you throw yourself at Charlie and those whores you kept around all those years? What about me, Babe? How could you do that to me?!” Way paused. He took a second to seemingly recollect himself—to breathe, to inhale and exhale—and when done, he went on, calmer this time with a tight smile, “No matter. It doesn’t matter. I have you now, and that’s all that matters.”

Way would never get him the way he wanted; he would never get his heart, his soul, his undying love; Babe would always belong to only Charlie.

As rage bubbled up inside of Babe, he spat into Way’s face and snarled with poison on his tongue, “I hate you.”

Instead of getting angry, instead of lashing out, Way laughed the same cruel laugh once more and wiped the spit away from his face. “I know,” he said so casually as he slipped himself off on top of Babe and away from the bed. With his back turned from Babe’s view, he sighed deeply and added, “Don’t worry, Babe. You will learn to love me someday. It might not be next week or next month—hell, it might not even be a year from now. But you will love me someday. I’ve waited many years for you; I can wait many more.”

A shuddering gasp left Babe’s mouth, and although he said nothing, he knew that Way knew that he knew.

He knew that one day he would give in; one day he would accept Way.

And for that, he was deeply afraid.

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