#<- has been going to da gym

[asimplearchivist]

hrrhhhrrmrm...velmgarb...*indistinguishable gnawing noises*

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nikolai's appetite disappears over night and Price smells a rat.

cw: mention of body shaming, damaged relationship with food.

Nik loved food.

Not in the way that Johnny did, slamming an entire packet of Maryland cookies and then descending into a sugar coma, or the way that Gaz did, by seeing it as fuel to maintain a powerful and efficient body, so every macro counted. But in the way a wine taster did; there wasn't a city on earth where he couldn't steer John to the very best restaurant, be it tiny back alley taverna or sprawling five star hotel.

He loved sampling different cuisines, sourcing exotic dishes and sharing them with John (who had drawn the fucking line at sea urchin and puffer fish, because while he had never considered a rule about eating shit that could kill you in seconds, he made an ardent one in that moment). John reckoned it was a leftover from his army days when he would have had to survive on rat packs and mess food like the rest of them. He was enjoying it now he could.

So, when Nik suddenly stopped eating, it was bloody noticeable.

He'd still take John out, filling his plate and excitedly watching his face as he tried it, but he wouldn't eat himself. And if he did, it was some poxy salad or plain chicken that looked like it hadn't even glimpsed a spice rack. There were empty tupperware containers stacked in the co-pilot chair of the Black Hawk and Nik remained completely sober during a post-mission arse squeak celebration. (Where they had - in Ghost's words - bum squeaked their way through; Price wasn't sure it was technically an idiom, but he let it pass.)

"You watchin' yer figure, Nik?" Price asked finally, reclining in the wicker chair at the little café they'd stopped in. They were just outside Florence, and the tourists were just beginning to slither groggily into the sun.

"Da," Nik tapped his stomach, "I am, what do you call it, spreading?"

"You look fine t' me. More n' fine."

"I have lost some. But I still have more to do." Nik tugged at his sleeve, a self conscious gesture that John had never seen him do, and it set his teeth on edge.

"Did someone say somethin'?"

Nik swallowed and John wished he'd take those bloody aviators off so his eyes were visible. "Not recently."

"Well, this has been goin' on for months," John said, gesturing at the black coffee that comprised Nik's entire breakfast, while John had polished off the continental version of a Full English. "So out with it. Who said what?"

"I..." Nik cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. "I was not wearing a shirt on a beach in America, visiting Laswell, and a group of young women advised me to go to the gym."

"You can olympic press Ghost."

"Da."

"You can bench press over twice your own bodyweight."

"Mm, da."

"I think you go to the gym plenty."

Nik went silent. He wasn't looking at John, which meant he was embarrassed and not sure how to recover. Whatever this was, whatever had been said, he would have retaliated with his usual bolshy dismissal at the time, but up there in his Heli it would have buzzed around in his head in the quiet until it got its barbs in.

"Fer a smart bloke, you 'n' 'alf thick sometimes."

"That is what I am trying to fi--"

"Not what I meant, Nikolai." John sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard as he considered Nik's slumped shoulders. "You're good-lookin', fit, hotshot pilot with yer gold chain. This is the first time some horrid cow has said somethin' cruel, I bet."

"I might have let myself go."

"You're fifty. It's allowed," John said. "But you haven't. Yer just as built as when we first met."

"I was thirty, John. That is not possible."

"I don't think I stuttered there, but I might be wrong..."

Nik tsked at him and wrapped his arms over his chest. He tried to make it look nonchalant but it was absolutely a barrier. "I am feeling self-conscious. It will pass. I do not wish to talk about it."

"Tough shit, Nik. We're talkin' about it." John scraped his chair loudly around the table and crowded into Nik's space, leaning down with his elbows on his knees to look up into the forlorn expression on his lover's face. "If - and I mean if - I thought your health was at risk, or you were lettin' yourself go, you not think I'd get you runnin' laps with my new crop until you were fit to run missions with my team again?"

"Da, I would expect nothing less."

"Yer part of my task force, Nik. I don't accept anythin' but the best. No exceptions. Tell me I'm wrong."

"I cannot."

"And has my performance between the sheets been any less enthusiastic?"

"Nyet..."

"Right, so, engage that mensa level intelligence of yours and compute the obvious bloody conclusion."

John reached forward, continuing even when Nik tried to recoil, to run his hands beneath his shirt. Nik's belly was warm, the hair on it soft, and John wanted nothing more than to rub his damn face into it.

"I know it's gonna take time to rebuild yer confidence, Nik. Not sure yer tellin' me the whole story but whatever they said, they're wrong. Women like that, they're cruel for sport. You could look like, uh... whathisname, Chris Hemsworth, 'n' they'd still say somethin'. Gives 'em a way to cover up their own insecurity, right?"

There was a small smile of amusement and Nik's arms fell away, letting John run his hands a little higher. "I am impressed you remembered the name of an actor, captain."

"Yeah, I watched a whole film the other night..."

Nik smiled. "A whole film. Impressive."

"Cheers." John lifted his hand to cup Nik's jaw, one hand on his knee. "Still wet my knickers for you, Nik, but tell me what else I can do t' help."

"Nothing, I am... I will be fine."

"Not like you to let some bird get under your skin like that. Sure there's nothin' else?"

Nik cleared his throat, looked to the side and then finally at John's face. "You do not wish to trade me in for a newer model?"

"Jesus fuck... waiter, il conto, per favore."

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the hotel room."

"Why?"

"'M gonna shag your brains out, since they're not functionin' particularly well on the inside. Up. Double time."

Nik reached for his wallet to pay but John had already slapped his credit card on the scanner by the time he looked up. He grabbed Nik's hand and dragged him down the few blocks to their hotel, where he intended to spend the rest of the afternoon making Nik feel like the hottest piece of arse on the planet.

[whatsonmymind03]

Ko Kyung-Jun x reader: No One Noticed (But You Did)

A Part 2 to my one-shot titled "Umbrella" on my page, although this could kind of be read separately, lots of studying what Kyung-Jun's inner thoughts would be like with a crush Idk lol

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Kyung-Jun felt like a complete idiot, a fool, when he came home from school yesterday. Embarrassment bubbling inside him, making his cheeks feel hot. More than embarrassed, he found himself angry. Angry at himself for allowing a moment of weakness to slip out of his tough exterior. And most of all, you had been the one to bring that out. At that moment, it was like Kyung-Jun was a normal teenage boy, conversing with a friend and goofing around. Walls lowered themselves a bit for the real Kyung-Jun to peek out.

He felt even more of a fool now in school the next morning, walking to class with the pointy tip of a certain someone’s black and white polka-dotted umbrella sticking out of the top of his backpack. Why did he even bring it? Kyung-Jun was a taker. He took from people and didn’t give back. He took money from Joo-Won and Da-Bum. Took answers from someone else’s homework. Took basketballs from the gym. Took snacks and drinks from students. He took anything he wanted from anyone. So why was he giving back her umbrella? She had said he didn’t even need to, was it just because it was girly and he didn’t want it? 

No. Really he hated owing anyone anything. He didn’t want to have her have one over him, an excuse to bring up what happened yesterday. A moment of weakness, that’s all it was. And he didn’t want to be reminded of it again. He was having a bad day from the moment he woke up yesterday. The disapproving and judgemental stares from his father and older brother started the day. A hard smack on the back of his head from his father after hearing from his homeroom teacher he skipped class one too many times the past week. Hyun-Ho being extra cheeky with his remarks. Da-Bum being absent, letting the anger inside Kyung-Jun continue to build, not having an outlet to unleash it on. Jun-Hee’s perfect attitude irritating him. Then Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha annoying him with their idiotic conversations. But worst of all? Just as he was about to go outside, which was pouring rain by the way, he suddenly remembered what the date was. His mother’s day of passing. 

So, he walked home in the rain. Letting it soak him and make him cold. Not even bothering to use the hood on his windbreaker, feeling the raindrops fall from his now ungelled hair onto his face. Threatening to mix in with the tears brimming in his eyes. But he roughly wiped his eyes with his wet sleeve, not letting them fall because Kyung-Jun doesn’t cry. It was just a bad day. That’s all it was.

So when you insisted on shielding him from the rain with your stupid umbrella, it wasn’t your action per say that made him take a step back. It was your face. Your expression. The concern, no the curiosity, that was laced within. He suddenly felt exposed. Like you saw past the anger and aggression he presented and was looking at the complicated boy within. He knew that there was no way you could suddenly understand his actions, the reasons for his behavior. Or suddenly see all his weakness he felt he had, but it was that look of concern and curiosity that was enough to make him falter. Confidence dropping. The fact that you seemed to actually want to ask if he was truly okay had his head reeling. And then just your behavior in general, you were talking to him seemingly unafraid. Your nonchalance, your normalcy, your aloofness… it was suddenly rubbing off on him. 

No one noticed him in that way, but you did. And it made him feel a mix of emotions. So maybe bringing your umbrella back wasn’t just because he didn’t want to owe you, but also to interact with you again. To assess you, in a way. Because he couldn’t figure out your intentions. You spoke to him, willingly. No one does that, he thinks he doesn’t even want that. So were you maybe some kind of threat to him? Going to expose the moment of vulnerability he had grudgingly shared with you?

But he knew better than that, because he had actually been noticing you for some time.

How could he not? Because just as he arrived to the classroom, late as usual, he was reminded of where you sat. Where he sits, in the corner of the classroom by the door, you sit directly opposite of him on the other side. In the corner, by the window, which he noticed you frequently gazed out at. Despite the distance of three rows between you, every time he laid his head down on his desk to take a nap, he had a perfect view of you. When he’d wake up, there you still were.

And of course, he also happened to live right near you. Taking the same main road home every day after school. Depending on who left school first, one would be in the other’s view walking home. And still though, yesterday had been the first time the two of you had a full conversation, if you’d even call it that.

The class was filled with chatter and laughs. The homeroom teacher getting ready to silence them to take attendance. As Kyung-Jun took out his blue neck pillow, pushing the umbrella to the side to grab it, he eyed you. You were sitting slightly hunched over, your head in your hand. You looked unamused, or tired. A slight frown featured on your face. Kyung-Jun had learned pretty quickly that you seemed to be a very transparent person. In both senses. You were expressive, and your expressions often told when you disliked something you ate, were bored with class, annoyed by Heo-Yool’s antics, irritated by So-Mi’s snarky comments, and even the disapproval etched on your face when you caught him picking on the weaker students. 

And you seemed to also be transparent in the sense that you were rather unassuming. You kept to yourself, not going out of your way to stop him from calling Da-Bum out to the gym to “play” basketball for instance. You didn’t seem to have any close friends, always walking home alone from school. You talked to your classmates mainly only when spoken to and sat at lunch with Yoon-Seo and Se-Eun, though it was evident the latter had a closer relationship. And yet you weren’t totally quiet either, like you lacked a presence or something. If So-Mi for instance, or anyone for that matter said something to you that bothered you, you were quick to remark, but without getting heated about it. It was like you didn’t care about things, but he felt that you did inside. Which led him to continue his silent observations, curious in who you were beneath the simple and aloof personality you had. Just maybe, he felt a small invisible string, pulling him to you. 

And he was suddenly ripped from his deep thoughts about you, from no other than yourself. He watched you sneeze, rather loudly he thought, and then not even a full second later, another sneeze. 

Your eyes widened, your hand coming up to cover your nose. You turned to Yoon-Seo next to you, your hand covering your mouth partly so he couldn’t tell what you were saying, but then Yoon-Seo was unzipping her bag and pulling out a packet of pocket tissues. From the front of the classroom, the teacher began taking attendance, the class silencing. And then if on cue, you sneezed again! He was still looking at you, your face flushed now. He caught Heo-Yool who sat in front of you snickering. You mumbled a “sorry” to anyone who could hear for your disruption. 

The teacher continued down the line, getting to your name. Kyung-Jun watched as you opened your mouth to say you were here when you literally sneezed again. Kyung-Jun couldn’t help himself, he laughed. 

Several heads turned. Including Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha who seemed surprised to hear a laugh erupt from him. Especially because it wasn’t a sarcastic one, he was genuinely amused by the situation. Were you sick? From yesterday? He couldn’t help the boyish grin that fell on his face, of course you were suddenly sick. Not even being without your umbrella for long after giving it to him and yet here you were, pulling your vest back and forth from your shirt as if you were feeling hot. It even looked like your nose was a bit red. 

He couldn’t adjust his expression back to his usual scowl quick enough because you finally turned to look at him, having heard the laugh too. Finally you’re looking at me. He forced a cough out of himself, making his expression look normal. Your face suddenly flushing more upon eye contact. 

“Are you feeling alright?” The teacher called out to you. “I think you should go to the nurse just in case. Go now so you don’t miss the quiz later.”

“Yes Miss.” You gathered your things, getting up from your desk. He heard Yoon-Seo whisper “are you okay?” in which he heard you softly reply with, “yeah, I think I caught something from the rain yesterday, I didn’t have my umbrella with me.”

He felt his own face start to flush from simply being reminded of the umbrella in his bag. He was getting second-hand embarrassment from his own actions yesterday. He had to give you back your umbrella so he could forget all about it. 

You were just about to pass him, your eyes darting to him. And he swore he could see a ghost of a smile, a small, but genuine smile. He just stared as you walked out, and he heard Seung-Bin whisper to him and Jin-Ha, “noisy snot-nosed bitch.” Jin-Ha immediately snickered.

“Shut the fuck up” Kyung-Jun replied. Not giving a chance to see their bewildered expression and lowering his head to his desk to take his usual nap. But instead of finding himself agreeing with the fact that you were being noisy, and well you did have a snot filled nose at the moment, all he could think of was that you looked kind of cute instead. 

Sometime later, Kyung-Jun rose from a failed deep sleep attempt. It was break now. He knew why he couldn’t get a clear mind to sleep, his thoughts were occupied by you and your stupid umbrella. He hated how he knew he was letting this one act of kindness get to him. He couldn’t shake off that expression on your face yesterday, like you were taking a peek inside him. And it essentially felt like you really did. As he got up from his seat grabbing his umbrella-filled backpack, Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha rose too.

“Don’t follow me, I’m going somewhere. Alone.” He gave them a look, don’t press me today.

After he left, Seung-Bin muttered to Jin-Ha, “the fuck’s wrong with him today?”

Jin-Ha just shrugged.

Kyung-Jun opened the nurse’s office door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else was there to witness what was about to come. Aside from the nurse who glanced up from her paperwork at her desk to look at him, he saw a figure occupying the last cot in the back. You were facing the wall, your back turned to him and he briskly walked over.

“Excuse me, are you not feel-” and one piercing look from Kyung-Jun sent her mouth into a fine line. Most of the faculty knew about him, “the delinquent”. She didn’t press any further, but as he reached your cot and was standing over you, she was still watching curiously. Kyung-Jun sighed loudly, grabbed the curtain hanging on a rod above the cot and pulled the rings across to cover him and you.

Kyung-Jun just watched you. You were sleeping, your mouth slightly open. Your vest laid next to you, you must have been feeling hot, feverish perhaps. He quietly and slowly unzipped his backpack, he suddenly felt this was a perfect opportunity to give you back your umbrella without having to bring up yesterday, despite the certain lingering he felt in his mind… and his heart. 

But as he placed the umbrella down, the hard and cool handle brushed against your thigh. You must not have been in a deep sleep either, because the sudden intrusion stirred you. You turned on your back, stretching a bit, slowly opening your squinted eyes.

She caught me. He looked down, but upon seeing your sudden movement causing your skirt to ride up pretty high, exposing your thighs, he turned his attention to the wall, finding it to be very intriguing. He felt his cheeks burn again. Idiot. It’s just thighs. “Her” thighs though…

She then looked down, seeing her state and adjusted her skirt. She noticed the infamous umbrella next to her then. “So, I take it you really don’t like polka dots then huh… did you end up getting a black one for yourself?” Your lips quirked up. He noticed your nose still red and slightly swollen. You had gotten sick because of him. Yeah it was your dumb actions that did so, but still because of him. He wondered again, Why had you done that for him, truly?

He composed himself, “No, I just don’t want your belongings, don’t wanna owe you anything.”

He noticed your expression faltered a bit, confusion striking your face. “You don’t owe me anything, I just saw you walking in the rain and well, I felt like shielding you from it.” You smiled a little now. “I did that because I wanted to, I wasn’t expecting anything back, not even my umbrella. I was even going to just get a new one figuring you’d keep it because you clearly didn’t have one.”

You were so honest, blunt. But in a way that he wondered if you even registered what you were saying to him. Did you even care if he decided to lash out at you? 

You felt like shielding him from it? So, protecting him from it? Did you think he was some small and helpless weak animal that couldn’t handle a bit of rain? He felt anger bubbling inside him now. He was right earlier, he didn’t like that you saw this vulnerability in him, this weakness that you felt you needed to concern yourself with. You weren’t his mother.

“Well I didn’t ask for that, and I don’t want your umbrella. Any umbrella for that matter.” He mentally face-palmed himself, he sounded so stupid, not like his usual domineering and aggressive tone. “So don’t do something like that ever again, or even bring it up or I’ll-I’ll” he stumbled over his words, thinking of something to come back with. “Or I’ll kill you… or something like that.” He mumbled the last part. He needed to get out of here, this was a bad idea. 

He looked off to the side, until he heard a breathy laugh, like you were trying to hold it in. He darted his eyes back to you, seeing your amused face. So now you think he’s a joke, unserious. Your face quickly morphed back to neutralism upon seeing the scowl on his face deepen, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I mean it.” He confirmed. “Stop aggravating me or I won’t stop Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha from wanting to harass you later.”

“But you always stop them. They, you never harass me.” You replied, your face softening.

Shit. So she has noticed me. Noticed I was practically singling her out from it all. Treating her differently than the others. Was that why she had done that, did she feel obligated to because I wasn’t outright mean to her or something? He didn’t know you, your inner thoughts and intentions were a mystery despite your expressive faces. He didn’t know if he could even trust them. He didn’t trust anyone. 

“If that’s why you did it,” he gestured to the umbrella, “don’t. Just because I happen to find your presence less annoying and irritating than others doesn’t mean you have to start doing nice things to repay me for it or something.” He ran his hand through his hair, he decided to not gel it today, making it easy to run his hand through now. “Because if you do things like that, then you will annoy and irritate me.” It wasn’t a lie. From quietly observing her to now practically going crazy over what she did was annoying him. You couldn’t have just remained unassuming!

He watched your face carefully, waiting to gauge your expression. And he suddenly felt his heat twinge, like in pain upon seeing the hurt cross your face. Well, that’s expected. Deserved even for what you've been making me feel. But seeing the hurt on your face didn’t really make him feel any better, didn’t suddenly gain clarity from it. Instead, he just felt more confused by everything.

“Honestly” you took a deep breath then, “I wanted to approach you because I have been wanting to be friends.” You suddenly raised your hands to cover your eyes and cheeks, releasing a small laugh. It was obvious you suddenly felt embarrassed.

Kyung-Jun shifted. He was taken back. Lost at words, really. He felt that similar feeling he felt yesterday. The high stone wall he had up that guarded him so fiercely fell down a row, letting what was hidden behind peek out a bit. 

“Friends… with me?” He laughed bitterly. “I think your sickness is messing with your head.” 

Your fingers spread out, showing your eyes now. “I just thought that we both don’t have many friends, we walk the same way home. It’d be easy to hangout… or something.” She dropped her hands, sighing. “I realize how this sounds, but I mean it. I just watch you sometimes in school and I don’t know, I want to be your friend.”

Kyung-Jun didn’t know how to feel, could barely process your words before he felt his usual anger boiling up and down inside him. 

“Why?” He heard his voice rise with that. “Do you feel sorry for me or something? Watching me and wanting to be friends with me because you pity me? Pity me because I’m a bully? Is that it?” He was getting increasingly accusatory, if he didn’t calm down the nurse who could surely hear all this would come and finally intervene. “I’m disappointed, honestly.” He whispered the last part so quietly, he didn’t know if you heard, didn’t care. “And I have friends by the way, I’m not some loner like Da-Bum.” He thought of his two “friends” in question. He really didn’t think of them as what one would call “true friends”. That’s because Kyung-Jun never had that. Never had a friend of that caliber to compare to. If Seung-Bin and Jin-Ha were the closest thing he had to a so-called friend, then maybe he didn’t even want any friends at all.

You pulled him out of his thoughts. Raising your eyebrow at his last remark. “I don’t pity you because you’re a bully, or whatever you think it is that I’m pitying you for. I don’t know how to prove my intentions to you, but I really just want to be friends. Does every person who asks you to be your friend you think they are pitying you?”

He scoffed at that. Come on. You weren’t that aloof, you knew nobody is asking to be his friend. Acting like he has a whole line of people out there. Now he just felt mocked. 

You seemed to look inside him again, reading his expression. Your eyes widening at what you had said. 

“Sorry.” You said, looking directly into his eyes. He wanted to look away, feeling exposed again but he had to hold his ground. “I understand how that sounds, I know your position in school… what I mean is, can you just try to see that I’m being genuine here?” No, it was actually quite hard for him to see that. She suddenly reached out, going for his hand, but stopped. Dropping it back at her side. 

Good he thought. He didn’t know how he’d react if she suddenly touched him, not only reaching out with her words, but now with her hands as well. “I promise you” and she stared fiercely into his eyes now, looking very determined. “I never pitied you. I really just want to be friends… I could use a friend too, you know?” Her expression turned somber a bit. He recalled how she isn’t really close to anyone in class. Maybe she struggles too. Maybe they had some similarities with not being able to connect and be close with others. Maybe, just maybe, she had her own demons inside akin to his. 

He released a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding, closing his eyes for a second.

Fuck it.

“We could try. I guess”. He tried to sound nonchalant. 

Her eyes instantly brightened at that. She jumped up from her position on the bed, standing up now in front of him. She was a whole head and more shorter than him, he noticed. He saw the excited expression completely covering her features. A wide and toothy grin. 

“I said I guess we could try being friends. Doesn’t mean we will” he clarified. 

“Yes, yes, of course. Try” she emphasized. 

Her smile was contagious. Or her sickness was. Because he suddenly couldn’t stop the corner of his lip from twitching upwards, threatening to curve into a grin, copying her. 

And so a routine started between them. Now conversing on their walks home together, side by side, from school. The large distance between them, both physically and emotionally, was closing in. Because after all, he owed it to her, to himself, to try. You had noticed something in him, and he had noticed something in you too.

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, unprotected sex, fighting, mention of blood

word count: 6.9k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

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again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Pensacola, Florida - 3:30PM

Genesis reclined on the sofa, her body weary from the previous night's escapades, watching TV in the living room. Memories of Jimmy's playful antics lingered, leaving her sore, while Roman's teasing about her exuberance echoed in her mind as he departed the house.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, realizing that his parents could hear their intimate moments echoing from upstairs. As she sat in the living room, lost in a show, the sound of his mother's footsteps descending the stairs jolted her back to reality, leaving her flustered and self-conscious.

As his mother entered the living room, a warm smile graced her face while she settled into the recliner, seeking comfort as they shared the moment watching the show together. Yet, a strange feeling lingered in Genesis's heart, as if unseen eyes were upon her, sending a shiver of unease through her. She found herself wishing fervently for Jimmy to return home from the gym soon.

Deep down, she sensed that Quincy and Zilla were shadowing her during her visit with Jimmy's family, yet uncertainty lingered in her heart; she knew she had to catch one of them in the act before drawing any conclusions.

That’s when she heard his mother calling for her that caught her attention. “Genesis dear?” 

“Yes, ma’am?” 

“I know it’s none of my business, but my son has said that you were married before?” Genesis had sensed this moment approaching since yesterday, when she found herself in tears, overwhelmed by the thought of children—a subject that stirred deep emotions within her. Her mother-in-law remained unaware, as Genesis had chosen to keep her feelings to herself. “Yes, I was previously married for five years before I met your son.”

“What happened if I may ask?” Genesis reminisced about the trials she faced during her marriage to Quincy, revealing the emotional turmoil he inflicted upon her and the betrayal of his infidelity, all after she had selflessly supported him in establishing his business, only to have him turn around and rob her of her hard-earned money.

As she spoke of her loss, she noticed the gentle shift in his mother's gaze, a softness that revealed the surprise of a hidden pregnancy. Rising from her seat, his mother approached her, settling beside her and enveloping her in a warm embrace, a silent understanding passing between them.

In a warm embrace, they held each other close, as Genesis was enveloped by that familiar motherly love she had cherished since childhood—a love she never received from Quincy’s mother, who viewed her as nothing more than a gold digger, despite Genesis's own financial independence.

“I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t know that had happened to you if I would’ve known I wouldn’t have asked that.” Mama Fatu said.

“It’s okay, how could you not? You just wanted to know what me and your son's future will look like together.” Genesis responded with a smile on her face.

They pulled away from the hug looking at each other, “does Jon make you happy? Because I couldn’t stand that girl Trinity she was too much.”

“Of course your son makes me happy, he’s like a breath of fresh air every single time I see him.”

She smiled at Genesis, “I’m glad.”

Just as she was about to inquire with his mother about the earlier mention of Trinity, her phone chimed, illuminating the screen and prompting her to snatch it up, her heart racing at the sight of Jimmy's name flashing in her notifications.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Hey mamas 

She smiled at the message before texting him back.

Gigi🤍: dadddyy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what baby?

Gigi🤍: when you coming home I’m bored and I miss you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’ll be home in a little bit mamas, just got to do another set then I’m done

Gigi🤍: okayyy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: but you good though?

Gigi🤍: yeah I’m fine just got done speaking with your mama about Quincy and some other stuff you know building that mother and daughter in law bond

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hell yeah, you still sore?

Gigi🤍: yeah, she’s sore really sore 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hm I did my job right then 

Gigi🤍: fuck you respectfully 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aye I wasn’t the one screaming daddy this and daddy that last night for the whole entire night 

Gigi🤍: omfg shut up please shut up 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: but you tryna look at view on the patio when I come home I need some alone time with my lady 

Gigi🤍: I got two blunts rolled up just for the occasion 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: good but ill see you when I come home baby

Gigi🤍: okayy

Just as she was about to set her phone aside, a sudden crash from the backyard drew both her and Mama Fatu's attention. With a shared glance, they rose to investigate the commotion outside.

“You stay here Mrs Fatu, I’ll go check it out.” Genesis said as she went to open the sliding door to investigate the noise.

As she stepped outside, a wave of nostalgia washed over her as she surveyed her surroundings. It was then that she spotted the shattered remains of a vase, its pieces scattered like forgotten memories. Just as she began to ponder how it had come to be, a rustle in the bushes caught her attention, leading her to suspect that perhaps a curious animal was the culprit.

As she approached the sound, a familiar figure emerged in the background, camera in hand. The sight of his face sent a rush of memories flooding back, halting her steps and quickening her heartbeat, stirring a wave of anxiety within her.

As they locked eyes, she couldn't help but notice the mischievous grin spreading across his foolish face—thankfully, she had her phone ready, swiftly switching to the camera mode to capture this moment of him.

He dashed off to the left, prompting her to retreat into the house, where she quickly shut the door, locked it, and drew the curtains, just as his mother approached her direction.

“Is everything okay Gigi?” She asked as she looked at Genesis with worry in her eyes.

She immediately shook her head, “no, my ex husband was just here snapping pictures of me so he could send them to Zilla.” 

With a heavy heart, Mama Fatu felt a wave of worry wash over her. She gently urged Genesis to go upstairs while she secured the doors below. Obediently, he ascended to their bedroom, where upon entering, he turned the key in the lock and drew the curtains tight, enveloping the room in a comforting darkness.

As her phone chimed softly, a message from Zilla appeared, sending a shiver of fear down her spine.

Unknown Number: You can’t run from me babygirl you know your ass is mine tell Jimmy he should’ve finished the job on Quincy, I’m coming for you Gigi 😈

As she clutched her chest, a wave of anxiety washed over her, reminiscent of those moments when the world felt too heavy. Her eyes began to glisten, and in a moment of desperation, she sent Roman a screenshot, hoping for a reply while Jimmy was off at the gym, leaving her in a sea of uncertainty.

And immediately Roman texted her back.

Joey💪🏽: when was this?

Gigi🤍: just a few seconds ago Joe 

Joey💪🏽: where you at rn? Is mama fatu aight?

Gigi🤍: I’m in me and Jimmy’s bedroom right now with the doors locked and curtains closed she downstairs 

Joey💪🏽: aight just stay up there until I come imma text Jimmy 

Gigi🤍: please do I’m scared 

Joey💪🏽: don’t worry Gigi we gotchu fasho

Genesis nestled in her bed, curled up tightly, attempting to drift into sleep to escape her anxiety. Yet, deep down, fear gripped her heart—fear of the unknown, of how long it would be until Zilla would come for her, ready to unleash unspeakable horrors.

With her eyes gently shut, she inhaled and exhaled, calming herself as she felt the slow rhythm of her heart, desperately trying to push away her thoughts, yearning for the moment when Roman and Jimmy would return home.

In that moment, Jimmy completed his final set of his workout, carefully returning the dumbbells to their rightful place. He took a seat on the bench, reached into his pocket for his phone, and noticed a message from his cousin waiting for him.

Joe☝🏼: Aye we got a situation dawg

A situation? What did he mean a situation?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: whatchu talking about?

In that moment, he recalled catching a glimpse of a screenshot where Genesis had sent Roman a picture, accompanied by Zilla's message. As he leaned in closer to examine the image, he was met once more with the familiar face of Quincy.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: when was this?

Joe☝🏼: a minute ago she said she saw him in yo mamas backyard snapping pictures of her 

Jimmy let out a heavy sigh, pondering, 'Didn’t I just put a bullet in this guy’s leg? How is he still on his feet?' He was desperate to steer clear of the chaos, all in an effort to shield Genesis, yet deep down, he understood that Zilla wouldn’t relent until he had her firmly in his clutches.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: come get me so we can handle this shit

Joe☝🏼: aight I’ll be on my way to come but why is he acting like this?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Zilla? It’s bc I’m with Genesis he’s mad bc he didn’t get no pussy from her when she refused to give him some and now he acting out

Joe☝🏼: well he shouldn’t be mad and doing all of this extra shi it’s just petty 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I was tryna avoid all of this for genesis sake but since he wanna keep on with this shi and having her ex husband in the mix yeah it’s over with

Joe☝🏼: I should be there in like three minutes 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then

As Jimmy gathered his belongings from the gym, he took a moment to ensure his trusty Glock was securely tucked away, just in case. With a sense of purpose, he stepped out of the gym, dialing Genesis's number to check in on her well-being, a familiar routine that brought back memories of their shared moments.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before it was met with the silence of voicemail, sending a shiver of unease through him. In a moment of nostalgia, he found himself reaching for his phone to send her a text, wondering what she might be up to since her voice was absent on the other end.

He felt a deep concern for her, yearning to put an end to whatever entanglement Zilla had with her former husband Quincy. He convinced himself that anyone who obstructed his path to Genesis would face dire consequences, and he was on the brink of acting on that thought. Zilla was toying with a perilous game, all because he was unable to claim Genesis as his own.

As Jimmy felt the familiar buzz of his phone, a wave of nostalgia washed over him when he saw Genesis calling back. Without hesitation, he picked up the call.

“Hey Daddy, I was sleep.” Genesis said over the phone with a drowsy tone.

“Girl, don’t scare me like that, I was worried.” Jimmy said as he heard her little chuckle in the background. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah you good baby, you okay though?”

“Yeah, despite almost having an anxiety attack just to sleep it off. I guess so.” It seems that every time he leaves her alone at his mother's house, something goes awry, and the thought of her being there all by herself never quite sits well with him.

“Well I’m coming home so I can handle this.” He said.

“I’m scared Jimmy, like really scared.” She responded.

“I know baby, that’s what I’m here for to protect you from him and yo’ stupid ass ex husband. You know I gotchu mamas.” He could feel her smiling through the phone.

“You got me daddy?” Her voice was in a teasing manner when she said it, hearing a chuckle from him. “Yeah, I do and you know I do. Ion play about you Gigi.” In a heartbeat, Jimmy would go to great lengths for Genesis, diving headfirst into chaos only to meticulously erase his tracks afterward.

As the echoes of the past lingered, they found themselves chatting on the phone, reminiscing about the moment when Jimmy spotted Roman's truck rolling up to the gym, its horn blaring in a familiar greeting.

“Imma see you when I get home aight?” Jimmy said over the phone.

“Okay, see you baby.” Genesis responded as Jimmy hung up the phone while getting inside Roman’s truck.

As they shared a warm embrace, he and Roman exchanged a few playful dabs before parting ways. Jimmy secured his seatbelt, while Roman turned the car around, heading back to their old haunt. “So, what’s the plan?”

Jimmy looked at him, “we gonna deal with Quincy, it’s gonna be messy because he should’ve known better to come around here.”

“Ion think it’s just Quincy, I have a feeling that Zilla might be here too.” Jimmy nodded his head as Roman drove them home.

—

As they arrived at his mother's home, a familiar sight greeted them—a car parked in the driveway. This unexpected presence sent a wave of panic through Jimmy, causing him to hastily unbuckle his seatbelt. In his rush, he completely overlooked his belongings, including the Glock tucked away in his shorts, while Roman trailed closely behind.

As Jimmy turned the key in the lock, the sound of laughter floated from the front room, a warm reminder of simpler times. It was then that he caught sight of Zilla and Quincy lounging on the sofa, prompting him to instinctively aim his gun in their direction.

Quincy and Zilla rose to their feet, hands raised in a protective gesture, ready to voice their thoughts. “Cousin! Hey!”

“Don’t say shit to me Zilla, the fuck is yo’ ass doing here?” 

“What? I couldn’t come spend time with the fam? I’m surprised I didn’t see Genesis anywhere.” Jimmy could sense a smirk appearing on Zilla’s face. “Don’t worry about where she is, now imma ask yo’ ass again what are you doing here?”

Roman trailed behind him, his Glock ready, just in case things took a turn for the bizarre, as Jimmy glanced at him and then back at Zilla.

That’s when Zilla had chuckled darkly at him while shaking his head, “alright enough with the bullshit dawg where’s Gigi?” Zilla asked.

“What’chu need her for?” Jimmy questioned him.

“Don’t fucking question me bitch, where she at?” With a shadow of a smile, Jimmy fought to maintain his calm, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of his gun as he raised it above his head, then aimed it once more at Zilla and Quincy.

“I’m not bringing her down here, she don’t need to see you.” 

Zilla tilted his head, “and why is that?”

“Because she belongs to me and only me so you can fucking leave or get fucking killed by me your choice.” Jimmy was too busy to indulge in games with his cousin, yet Zilla should have remembered how wild he could become when it involved someone he truly cherished.

Zilla urged Quincy to bring Genesis upstairs, disregarding the earlier threat from his cousin—he was determined to have Genesis, no matter what, before Quincy could even take a step. It was at that moment they both heard the ominous click of Jimmy’s gun.

“Take another fucking step, and I’ll shoot yo’ ass dead in this fucking house.” He threatened while looking deep into his soul.

Quincy scoffed at him, “Nigga, Fu—“ A shot rang out, echoing through the air as Quincy let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes fixated on the gaping wound in his rib cage, blood seeping slowly from the injury, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life.

“Fucking bitch!” Zilla's heart sank as she beheld Quincy sprawled on the floor, blood seeping away as she rushed to his side. "Is this all for her?"

“Hell yeah I’m doing this for her.”

“Maybe if you just would’ve let me have her we wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

With a sigh of exasperation, Jimmy cast a weary glance at his cousin, all the while maintaining the gun's unwavering aim on him. “and why the fuck would I do that? I wasn’t going to let you use her when she’s been through enough.”

“And I’ve known her before you so it ain’t my fault Cody introduced me and Jey to Genesis.” As he approached Jimmy, he could see the familiar face of his cousin contorting with anger, rising to his feet in a moment that felt all too reminiscent of their childhood squabbles.

“You fucked her?” Zilla questioned him.

“What you think?” Jimmy retorted.

Zilla gave a knowing nod, his tongue playfully pressing against his cheek as he rubbed his hands together, casting a fierce glare at Jimmy.

“You know what, why don’t you put the gun down and fight like fucking man bitch.” With a wry smile, Jimmy passed his gun to Roman, gesturing for him to check on Genesis upstairs, all the while cracking his neck in a familiar, almost nostalgic manner.

As Roman ascended the stairs, it left only Jimmy and Zilla with Quincy, who lay on the floor, blood seeping from his wound as they desperately applied pressure. In a sudden rush, Zilla charged at Jimmy, who retaliated by slamming him onto the old wooden table, splintering it under their weight, while he rained down punch after punch onto Zilla's face.

As Genesis listened to the ruckus below, a wave of concern washed over her for Jimmy's safety. She found herself pacing anxiously, her fingers weaving through her braids, silently hoping that the turmoil downstairs would come to an end soon.

As she wandered restlessly around her bedroom, the sound of a knock at the door drew her attention. Approaching the door, she found Roman standing there, worry etched across his face. With a gentle nod, she welcomed him inside, closing the door softly behind him.

“I heard gunshots, is Jimmy okay?” Genesis asked with a worried expression on her face.

“Yeah, he’s fine. But Quincy he ain’t.” Roman responded.

“He got shot?” Roman nodded his head. “Yeah, he did but don’t worry about what’s happening downstairs just stay up here and be calm aight?”

Genesis gently nodded, feeling the warmth of Roman's embrace as he held her close, shielding her ears from the chaos below. The sounds of Jimmy's relentless punches landing on Zilla echoed through the house, a stark reminder of the wild days gone by. Zilla, regaining his footing, attempted to retaliate but his swing went wide, allowing Jimmy to seize the moment and thrust him against the cabinets with a force.

He was lifted by his own strength, delivering a powerful right hook to Zilla's face. Grasping Zilla's hair, he struck him hard in the stomach, recalling the sight of blood trickling from his lips.

“I fucking told yo’ stupid ass to keep it pushing when it came to Gigi, but instead of listening you wanna be fucking dumb.” Jimmy tossed Zilla around like a forgotten toy, spitting in frustration as he struggled to keep him subdued.

In that moment, Quincy struggled to rise from the cold floor, wincing with each movement as pain radiated from his injured rib cage, a cruel reminder of Jimmy's earlier attack. He hobbled toward Zilla and Jimmy, reaching out to grasp the hem of Jimmy's hoodie. But instead of a friendly gesture, it provoked a brutal response, as Jimmy retaliated with a punch to Quincy's already bloodied wound, sending him crashing back to the ground. Yet, in that fleeting distraction, Zilla seized the moment, delivering a swift punch to Jimmy's face, turning the tide of the confrontation.

As Jimmy staggered back, he felt the warm trickle of blood on his lip. With a wry smirk, he spat a bit of crimson onto the ground, hands raised in defiance.

“C’mon bitch, you can do better than that.” He taunted him.

“Fuck you Jonathan.” In that moment, Zilla dashed forward, but Jimmy seized his arm, spinning him around and forcefully pinning him against the wall. Zilla crumpled to the ground, groaning in agony as Jimmy relentlessly kicked his stomach, leaving him unable to move.

“Get up bitch! You wanted to fight like a man!? Imma treat ya ass like one get the fuck up!” With a weary effort, Zilla tried to rise from the earth, cradling his aching stomach and throbbing head, as he swung a left hook at Jimmy's face. “Yeahh, c’mon bitch!” He tried swinging on him again, earning a knee to the stomach from Jimmy.

Zilla nearly tumbled to the earth, but Jimmy caught him by the hair, forcing him to meet his gaze—those eyes of Jimmy's pierced into his very soul, streaked with blood, revealing a wild madness.

“The next time you wanna show up at my mama’s crib unannounced looking for Gigi, u better come holla at me partna.” Jimmy yanked Zilla by the hair, flinging him out the door alongside Quincy.

He forcefully shut the door, pressing his back against it as he gasped for breath, the metallic taste of blood lingering on his lips. Just then, he heard footsteps descending the stairs, and his gaze fell upon Genesis, whose worried eyes took in the chaotic scene of the front room, stained with blood and disarray.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to her; all her thoughts were consumed by him. She dashed into his arms, enveloping him in a tight embrace, which made him wince in pain from the recent ordeal. Yet, even through the discomfort, he found the strength to hold her close, cherishing the connection they shared.

Roman descended the stairs, he was met with a chaotic scene in the front room—shattered glass and a wooden table lay strewn across the floor, mingling with the blood from Quincy. Genesis, with her delicate hands, gently cupped his battered face, urging Roman to fetch the first aid kit so she could tend to his wounds.

As Roman passed her the first aid kit, she gently took Jimmy by the arm, leading him upstairs to their bedroom. There, she could tend to his wounds while Roman busied himself downstairs, tidying up the chaos before Mama Fatu returned.

she gently opened the bedroom door, she allowed him to step inside first, a familiar dance of courtesy. Once inside, she quietly closed the door behind her, placing the first aid kit on the dresser, her hands deftly gathering the supplies she needed, reminiscent of simpler times when care was given with such tenderness.

Jimmy settled onto the bed, reminiscing as he watched her gather her belongings, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his head. His gaze followed her every movement, and when she approached, she straddled his lap just like she had during that unforgettable moment with Zilla, prompting him to grip her waist to keep her steady.

Genesis remained silent as she carefully poured peroxide onto the cotton ball, her eyes drifting up to his battered lip and the scar on his left temple that cried out for attention. "This might sting a bit, sweetheart, just a heads up."

“Princess, I’m okay I don’t need you doing this.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Nigga hush, you’re hurting right now lemme’ take care of you.” With a gentle touch, she pressed the dampened ball against his split lip, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. The familiar look of a concerned mother crossed her face as she continued her care.

As she tended to his wounds, he couldn't help but gaze at her, lost in the moment, wishing fervently that Zilla would keep her distance after this ordeal. If not, he feared for his life, knowing that Jimmy would not hesitate to take him down, along with Quincy.

Jimmy gently caressed her waist with his thumbs, he couldn't help but admire how her outfit perfectly accentuated her curves, stirring something deep within him. Their fingers intertwined as she tended to the wounds on the left side of his head, a tender moment amidst the chaos.

With a heavy heart, she meticulously wiped away every trace of blood from the surface, carefully placing the stained cotton balls into a small bag she had at hand. Just as she was about to rise, she felt his hand gently restraining her, drawing her closer into his embrace.

He gently guided her hand to the back of his head, inviting her to massage him. As she stroked his scalp softly, he buried his face in her neck, letting out soft groans of pleasure, lost in the warmth of the moment.

“Does this feel good baby?” Genesis asked.

He gently nodded, lost in the depths of her doe-like eyes, while she looked down at his innocent, puppy-like gaze, just before feeling a tender, warm kiss on her chest.

“Dummy, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“I needed to let it be known Genesis, ion play about you girl I told you family or not I’ll fucking kill him.”

“I know, I just want you to be careful and not all busted up Jimmy.” He grasped her perspective, fully aware of her history and the trials she had faced; naturally, she longed for his safe return to her side.  “A’ight, mamas.”

For a fleeting moment, they locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. Then he broke the spell, his voice soft and teasing, "can I get a kiss baby?" With a tender touch, Genesis cupped his face, leaning in to plant gentle kisses on his wounded lips, her fingers weaving through his curls like a cherished memory.

Massaging the back of his head while his hands slither down her ass cupping them with a squeeze.

“Hmm, this feels so good Gigi. Taking care of me and shit.”

“That’s my job dummy, to take care of you boy.”

Genesis and Jimmy found themselves on the patio, sharing a moment of tranquility as they enjoyed a blunt she had rolled earlier that day, long before the unfortunate incident with Zilla. She took a few gentle puffs before handing it over to Jimmy, savoring the fleeting comfort of their camaraderie.

As she exhaled the smoke through her nose and mouth, her gaze lingered on Jimmy's striking profile. He appeared so alluring and dashing with the blunt in hand—she felt an overwhelming desire to draw him closer on that patio, yet she kept her thoughts to herself as he passed the blunt back to her.

the smoke swirled in the air, Genesis felt the familiar rush of the weed coursing through her veins, the vibrant sights of Pensacola, Florida unfolding before her. The gentle ocean breeze whispered sweet nothings, and she could hear his footsteps approaching. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, nuzzling his neck into her shoulder, both of them lost in the beauty of the moment, savoring the view together.

A hush enveloped them as the gentle breeze whispered through the clouds, while the stars twinkled brightly and the moon danced gracefully in the night sky.

Genesis begins to say, “I just love the view, I don’t want to leave here.” 

“I don’t want to leave either, but you know we gotta catch a flight in the morning to the next city baby.” Jimmy responded as Genesis pouted like a baby.

He couldn't help but find her mischievous spirit endearing as he gently turned her to face him, his hands resting on her hips. The sight of her sulky expression, arms crossed defiantly, brought a warm smile and a soft chuckle to his lips.

Despite his swollen lip, Jimmy always appears more charming in her gaze—he pressed his lips against her soft ones several times, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring the sensation of his warm, gentle kisses as they traveled from her lips down her jawline to her neck.

With the blunt still clutched in her hand, she deftly set it down in the ashtray beside them just before he hoisted her up by her thighs, carrying her back into the house. He strode toward their bedroom, kicking the door open as they entered.

He gently closed the door, enveloping them in a world of their own, as he laid her back onto the cool sheets of their bed. With a tender grip, he held her arms above her head, cradling her between his legs, showering her with soft, lingering kisses that traced a path down to her stomach.

he gently lowered her one-piece romper, her youthful curves emerged, and he enveloped them with his strong hands, playfully tracing his tongue around her delicate nipples—causing Genesis to arch her back in delight.

As her fingers wove through his hair, she whispered his name with a soft moan, lost in the moment. He drew back, shedding his shirt to reveal the strong contours of his body adorned with tribal tattoos that she cherished deeply.

In a fleeting moment, Jimmy whisked away her one-piece romper, leaving her clad only in delicate black lace panties. His fingers began to trace gentle circles on her clit, savoring the warmth and wetness that enveloped her.

“Damn baby, you wet as fuck and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Jimmy said softly.

“Jimmy, stop playing.” Genesis whined while pouting.

He leaned down to kiss her on the lips before speaking, “ain’t nobody playing mama, just tell me how you want it and I’ll give it to you.” That’s when she had sat up on the bed getting in all fours arching her back in front of him.

With a hint of longing, he ran his tongue along his lips, slowly lowering his Nike shorts and boxers. His impressive eight-inch member stood proudly, a glistening bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. Gently, Jimmy drew her closer to the bed's edge, playfully tapping his cock against her ass.

“This how you want it baby?”

“Yes, come fuck me. haven’t seen you all day daddy.”

In a moment that felt both electric and tender, Jimmy held her hips with a firm yet gentle grip, teasingly brushing the tip of his manhood against her slick warmth before gradually easing himself into her, allowing her to acclimate to his presence.

With a gentle arch of her back, she offered him the perfect leverage, prompting Jimmy's hand to descend and land a playful smack on her left cheek. He then began to deliver his slow, deep strokes, the sound of her wetness echoing in the air, a nostalgic reminder of their passionate connection.

Her warmth enveloped him tightly, making him feel euphoric as he nestled within her. He leaned in to shower her back with soft, lingering kisses, then quickened his rhythm just a touch.

Jimmy clutched a handful of her hair, causing her back to arch even more as he thrust into her with intensity.

“J-Jimmy!” With a gasp, she pressed her palm against his abdomen, attempting to halt his fervor, but he seized her wrist, twisting it behind her as he relentlessly drove into her.

“Move yo’ hand Gigi, lemme beat this pussy up.” Jimmy rasped, but Genesis ignored him, pressing her hand against his stomach to slow his movements, which led him to smack her left cheek once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand, don’t make me repeat myself.” She followed his lead, her fingers clutching the sheets as he thrust deeply within her.

He thrust deeply into her, eliciting a moan as her eyes fluttered back in ecstasy. Her walls tightened around him, and he let out a low groan, playfully smacking her on the ass.

“Open that pussy up to me baby, gimme’ this shit.” She relaxed for him, feeling his hips move in a rhythmic dance, finding her sweet spot with every opportunity.

She felt as if she were floating on air, her body responding to his every motion. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the symphony of moans and groans that filled the space as he released her hair, his hand now resting firmly against her throat.

“F-fuck, Jimmy.” She mewled out.

“What baby?” He taunted. “Huh? Tell daddy what’chu want baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly, making her feel even more aroused than she had been moments before.

“G-go faster, deeper daddy. I want it.” 

He positioned his hands firmly around her throat, thrusting passionately in sync with her as her moans grew louder. “You want this shit? Huh baby?” 

“Y-yesss! Fuck! Right there!” 

“Right here?” smacks her ass. “I’m hitting yo’ shit.” smacks. “right baby?” Genesis bit her lower lip and nodded, yet he longed for her to voice it—he yearned for her to express just how wonderful it feels.

tightening her grip around the front of her throat slightly, careful not to cause any pain. “Talk to me princess, does it feel good baby?” 

“Oh my god, Yes. It feels so good daddy!” 

He grinned at her, his gaze fixed on her body as it bounced against him, reveling in the way he was shattering her into fragments—he released his grip on her throat as she crumpled onto the chilled sheets, allowing him to take her with wild abandon.

She tightened and relaxed around him, eliciting a deep groan from his throat as he heard her soft whimpers beneath the sheets. Jimmy widened her legs further, propping his foot on the bed to strike a new angle within her, causing her to gasp and instinctively push him away.

“D-daddy! I-I C-Can’t!” 

“Shut that shit up and take this dick. You wanted this right? So fucking take it.” Jimmy was diving deep, as if submerged in her ocean, moving his hips in a rhythmic dance that struck her sweet spot, causing her eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

He yearned for her to experience every part of him, but as Genesis reached her limit, she attempted to shove him away by his midsection. However, he resisted, deftly shifting her hand from his stomach to behind her back, asserting his dominance over her.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Jimmy.” Genesis whined while looking back at him seeing his pretty face.

“Yeah, look at me with yo’ cute ass. I’m so fucking addicted to this shit it ain’t no joke.” Jimmy grunted. “You mine mamas, ain’t nobody finna take me away from you, imma kill em if they do.”

He felt it in the very depths of his being; he would go to any lengths, even taking a life, to protect Genesis, regardless of whether it was family involved. His fierce loyalty knew no bounds, and if his cousin and her former husband wanted to engage in their little game of cat and mouse, he was more than willing to join in the chase.

He observed her face light up with joy, a smile playing on his lips as he witnessed her unravel, the creamy sheen enveloping him making it effortless to glide in and out of her like a smooth waterslide.

She pressed her tongue out, yearning for him to kiss her passionately as she surrendered to her desires, while he held the back of her neck, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Their tongues twirled and intertwined within each other's mouths, mingling their saliva in a passionate exchange. “so fucking nasty baby. You my slut huh?” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

“I’m your slut daddy. yo’ little slut.” Genesis murmured back as his available hand gripped her ass cheeks. 

“Tell me who you belong to lil mama.”

“I’m yours daddy, I’m all yours.” They persisted in their heated, fervent embrace, his arousal teasing her depths repeatedly, igniting her desire.

In all honesty, Quincy realized that she couldn't handle this situation without it feeling like a burden, and as for Jimmy, he was an entirely different character altogether.

His thrusts became increasingly erratic, each moment more unsteady than the last, as he drew back from her lips, gazing deeply into her eyes—observing her unravel beneath him, overwhelmed by that familiar tightness in her stomach once more.

“D-daddy, g-gonna, c-cum…” she was stumbling on her words due to how deep his thrust were.

“You finna cum mama? Huh?” his voice was taunting her as pushed his dick deeper inside of her.

“Yes, I’m finna cum daddy. you fuck me so good daddy.” She was building up his confidence knowing that she was right. “I know I fuck you good, you like it when I’m deep inside of this pussy baby.” Muttering curses quietly, he pressed on with his movements, sweat cascading down his body as he felt himself pulse within her.

He murmured tender secrets into her ear, speaking in a tongue that was foreign to her. “o oe o la'u ti'eti'e pe oti pepe”  As she held onto him for the final time, a loud moan erupted from her lips, her body trembling and her toes curling in exhaustion. Warm liquid trickled down her legs, and Jimmy glanced down, witnessing the chaos she had unleashed upon him.

The only sounds filling the air were the wet, squishy noises beneath him as her body fell back onto the bed, prompting him to deliver a sharp slap to her right cheek.

“Un-Un, get up and throw this ass back on me until I nut in this pussy.” He insisted while she paid attention, moving her hips in circles against him even though her back ached.

Jimmy tilted his head back in delight as he observed Genesis arching her back against him— “such a nasty slut baby, squirting on me.”

“Shit, daddy. I can’t…take it anymore…” she breathed out.

“Take it, just take it mamas.” Exhausted from the struggle, she chose silence, her hips swaying around the tip of his manhood, feeling its throbbing presence within her, as the familiar words slipped from his mouth. “alu pea purinisese.”

He was captivated by the way her creamy texture enveloped him, prompting him to circle his thumb around her second entrance before gently pushing it inside, gaining greater control as she moaned in pleasure.

His hips thrust rhythmically, their bodies moving in sync as he sought his peak, the sound of their connection echoing in the heat of the moment.

He let out a soft hiss, overwhelmed by the warmth enveloping him as he thrust deeper inside her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy until she began to see stars, her mind clouded in bliss.

“Dadddy!” Genesis cried out.

“What mama? What?” Jimmy taunted.

With his hand firmly on her head, he pushed it down onto the bed, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy as he felt the tension build within him, his thighs clenching tightly as he took her with a fierce intensity.

Genesis sensed another wave of pleasure building within her as she expertly circled around his shaft, the tip of his manhood brushing against her cervix again. "Ouuu, daddy!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

He felt a familiar twitch as he gazed down at the enticing sight before him; the perfect view of Genesis's backside bouncing against him, his hand eagerly grabbing a handful of her curves and playfully slapping it.

“I’m finna cum Jimmy, it’s coming.” 

“Fuck, I’m about to bust mamas. You gonna lemme bust one in you. I promise to get you a plan B in the morning before we leave.” 

Genesis felt conflicted about his actions, haunted by her past with Quincy, who had pressured her into intimacy without her consent, resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. However, this time she was with Jimmy, a man she trusted completely.

“Talk to me baby, lemme know.”

“Nut inside of me Jimmy, I want all of your babies.” She gave him the green light.

With a final thrust, Jimmy collided with her, blending his essence with her warmth, both releasing a deep, pleasurable moan as his warmth surged within her. As he withdrew, he gently parted her legs, watching as his essence trickled from her, a testament to their shared ecstasy.

Genesis collapsed onto the bed, fighting to keep her eyelids from drooping, but eventually drifted off into slumber. At the same time, Jimmy, weary yet entertained, observed her with a soft laugh as he pressed a tender kiss to her back.

He gently spun her around, cradling her between her legs and showering her with tender kisses across her body to soothe her trembling form. Leaning in closer, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, tenderly brushing her braids aside to reveal her face.

“You okay baby?” Jimmy asked, seeing her chest rising up and down.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in the morning.” Genesis responded with a breathless chuckle.

He chuckled at her while kissing her forehead, “my fault I came inside of you I know I ask but you didn’t have to let me do it.”

“It’s okay, I trust you Jimmy. I love you.” Jimmy smiled at her showing off his pearly whites.

“Say it one more time.”

“I love you Jonathan Fatu.” 

“I love you too, Genesis Porter.” 

GUARDED

a/n: yeah Jimmy is crazy as fuck dawg—he don’t be playing about Genesis fr fr that’s his ride and die.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter eleven

previous chapter

[clownenthusiast]

(kind of a long post lol. cw for da F slur 😍😼😝)

idk why i’ve been on this incel kick today, but i just NEED to befriend a guy who spends most of his time watching anime in his room and being a general loser. some cutie who could get a lot more attention if he would stop wearing his dumb anime T-shirts and be a little more consistent at the gym.

i want to be his benefactor—the guy he looks up to, even though he’s almost a whole head taller than me. i wanna slide degrading comments about his hobbies into our conversations, then coo at him and tell him that he has potential. i’d praise him just enough to keep him hooked to me.

what i really want to do is get this loser back to my room and convince him to watch porn with me. really fucked up, rough stuff; featuring a trans man, of course, because i think my little friend needs to see what men like me can offer. he’d get hard and embarrassed, ashamed with himself for getting so turned on by such a dirty, homoerotic porno.

i would love to reach over and palm his cock, a little startled by just how sizable it is. not the biggest on the planet, but certainly more than i was expecting. more than enough to stuff my guts up.

i would listen to him yelp and grunt as i start to squeeze the bulge in his jeans, leaning over to press my muscular chest against his arm. my one hand is squeezing and stroking him through his pants, and the other is playing with the hair on the back of his neck. i wanna feel him shudder and grunt, trying to look cool and collected for me but ultimately failing.

after the porno ends, he’s gonna try to get up, but i’d squeeze his cock threateningly to keep him in place and start another video. some lame hentai shit, featuring “cuntboys”—i’d sneer under my breath at that, but play the video anyway.

“do you like this?” I would ask softly, my breath fanning against his ear and neck. “Do you get off to this gross, incel shit? You wish you could be as cool as the top in that porno, huh? Poor baby.” My words would be laced with just a hint of disdain—just enough to make him feel ashamed.

before he could respond to me, i would pop the button on his jeans open to let his cock slap out, leaving an icky trail of pre-cum against his shirt. then, he’d watch in half horror and half confusion as i pull my own pants off and slide onto one of his thighs. he can feel my soft cunt rubbing on his leg, my fat little cock pulsing through my boxers. i would still keep a hard grip on his bare cock, though, as I humped his thigh and whispered mean things in his ear, jerking him while his eyes are glued to the hentai video playing on my computer screen.

“Creepy little faggot,” i’d mumble against his ear. my back is to the screen now. one hand on his dick, the other on the back of his head, forcing him to watch the video. i wanna feel his breath on my neck as he begins to lean into my shoulder, his hands gripping my shirt until his knuckles turn white. his cock starts to flex in my hand, balls drawing up tight into his body.

the trans boy in the hentai video is moaning loudly now, the over-played, wet slapping noises of fake sex clearly making my little incel friend all hot and bothered. “are you gonna cum?” i whisper into his ear, scolding him in a way that makes his cock flex. “are you gonna cum all over my hand just by watching hentai? nasty faggot.”

it wouldn’t take long for him to shudder and cry, burying his face in my neck while he cums. it squirts out all over my hand, and just keeps going—almost in time with the porno. i’m sure he would calm down after a few minutes, staring at the cum on my hand. i’ll kiss his forehead and slide fully into his lap, bringing my messy hand up to his lips. while he licks my fingers clean, i’d tell him that he did a good job, all while kissing his cheeks and forehead. maybe, if he’s good, i’ll let him fuck me the next time he’s over.

[makesitprecious]

Karen’s representation in lighting in both BB: DA (and subsequently DD)

(I did NOT expect this to get so detailed)

The softest of lighting for Karen and Matt’s “I know you better than anyone, it’s the two of us and our memories of our good friend who believed in our purpose of helping the city” moment at Josie’s means so much.

For the season, in its entirety, there have been very bold, washing colors like when Matt was shot (fading to complete red) or Pointdexter in blue. Red in lighting symbolizes anger and violence, even change. Matt has been shown standing in flickering red and black — both in the pilot and finale — mostly as sign that he is half Daredevil and half Matt, both embodied.

Karen has been backlit with light yellow and white (heavenly/pure colors) two times in the finale: when she first arrived to drive the boys back to Frank’s place and also in this secluded moment at Josie’s. 🤍🩵💛

Even in her last scene with Matt in episode 1, it was in the brighter daylight light with a warm tone/the whites of the halls/marble floors as the set:

I’m getting on my theater major high horse sorry not sorry - but having a soft backlit glow is romantic, peaceful and calming. Showing both Matt and Karen in a soft sky blue with white tints is very calming to us as humans, because blue is the color we see most often due to the sky (blue jeans go “with everything” for this reason. Our brains are wired).

🌟 When she’s patching Matt up in this season finale, they are focused under a white light, having the pair stand out in the bunker. After that ✨ little moment ✨ Frank, Karen and Matt are all in the standard lighting of the bunker, back on “neutral” lighting terms, the messages are once again in the acting and script (damn…. She said no to that coffee y’all…)

EVEN IF THIS T’WERE NOT ROMANTIC, JUST READING IT FROM A TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE FRIENDS PERSECTIVE: they are each others safe space. They each share half the screen, taking up the same amount of screen completing the picture as a whole. In this moment they are the only people who carry on Foggy’s legacy and represent knowing each other completely, both “dark” and “light” sides.

On a love interest note, Elektra was often shown in bold, dark colors like when he visited “her” apartment at night and their battles together/against each other often at night. Her offset colors were mostly yellows: in the gym or Matt’s apartment, in college when they break into the house. It shows that as a character, from a vigilante perspective, she is rarely seen “in the light”. Elektra is an anti-hero and prefers to think of herself that way. In the daylight she’s usually murdering people so… but she knows who she is slay queen slay. Respect, I love you, terrifying queen assassin.♥️♠️

Dark colors:

The gym is an interesting take for both Elektra and Matt romantically, Matt by himself and surprise surprise MATT AND KAREN. When he’s with Elektra having sex on the most questionably-hygienic boxing mat, the lighting is very ✨ golden ✨ BUT!! With interesting creeping tones of red lighting in this scene, representative of both Daredevil, Elektra and ❤️ love ❤️

When Matt is alone at the gym it’s pretty dusty af but lit depending on his mood, the emotions of the show and his loneliness.

Are we SUPRISED NO WE ARE NOT that when Karen and Matt talk at the gym, gone!!! Are those particular colors and back are those whites and rich purples (a dark color that can represent mourning but also love) Karen is very purple/pink = a BIG moment in s1ep1 when she’s at his apartment.

White “heavenly” light ex:

^^^ The first moment so many people were cued into “oh… ohhhhhh is this… BECOMING SOMETHING???”

^^^ Their first date is LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF BEAUTIFUL TWINKLING LIGHTS.

^^ Foggy is shown in white light/“good” lighting too because of the innocence, purity and friendship he brings Matt.

Frank, in this DD:BA season is only shown at night or his bunker lighting. DARK DARK DARK. Not surprised, we needed that, as Matt often does, because Frank will cross a line Matt won’t. Dude straight up loves wearing black.

Don’t get me started on Karen and Matt’s outfits also being light colors (and a lot of dark colors when they aren’t together, like when she’s working at the bulletin):

^^^ Bright lighting and soft blues is calming, signifying a peaceful moment also clarity and caring. Even if you don’t ship it, Karen has several moments of this with Frank. When he saves her from her apartment shooting, it is tinged a dark yellow, not a golden light/sunshine yellow.

IS THIS A RULE OF THUMB? Nope!

Foggy and Matt have their Foggy confronts Matt about being Daredevil fight in white/daylight lighting. Interesting!!! Choice!!!

Karen and Matt’s first two kisses are at night (but! They are bathed in golden light both times, so it’s a bit of a cheat)

Karen and Matt’s “you are not alone” moment doesn’t take place in bright/white/heavenly light scheme, it happens in the dark yellow and dark greys and blacks of the office at night, but that’s the whole point. Their inner light and bond is them in that moment, not their dull surroundings.

Matt and Foggy’s fun college flash backs are at night or the tinted yellow or their dorm room is when they first meet. Damn, lighting department Fcking loves yellow.

It’s not like Elektra, Frank and Fisk don’t walk outside in the daylight. I’m not that much of an idiot.

Karen tells Matt to fuckkkk offffff when she finds Stick and Elektra in his apartment and that is outside, full day light. Go off queen.

💡 Lighting, like emotions, changes! It is not firmly bad or good, but most of the time subliminal like costumes/props and set dressings. The curtains are blue for a reason, but sometimes it’s the only fabric the poor set dresser could buy last minute.

Honestly? Could talk about this forever. Yeah, I could have placed this in a read more or kept it to a paragraph, but…. The Karen and Matt Are Besties (and ❤️) boat has set sail in DD:BA.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The moral injury of having your work enshittified

This Monday (November 27), I'm appearing at the Toronto Metro Reference Library with Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen.

On November 29, I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

This week, I wrote about how the Great Enshittening – in which all the digital services we rely on become unusable, extractive piles of shit – did not result from the decay of the morals of tech company leadership, but rather, from the collapse of the forces that discipline corporate wrongdoing:

https://locusmag.com/2023/11/commentary-by-cory-doctorow-dont-be-evil/

The failure to enforce competition law allowed a few companies to buy out their rivals, or sell goods below cost until their rivals collapsed, or bribe key parts of their supply chain not to allow rivals to participate:

https://www.engadget.com/google-reportedly-pays-apple-36-percent-of-ad-search-revenues-from-safari-191730783.html

The resulting concentration of the tech sector meant that the surviving firms were stupendously wealthy, and cozy enough that they could agree on a common legislative agenda. That regulatory capture has allowed tech companies to violate labor, privacy and consumer protection laws by arguing that the law doesn't apply when you use an app to violate it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

But the regulatory capture isn't just about preventing regulation: it's also about creating regulation – laws that make it illegal to reverse-engineer, scrape, and otherwise mod, hack or reconfigure existing services to claw back value that has been taken away from users and business customers. This gives rise to Jay Freeman's perfectly named doctrine of "felony contempt of business-model," in which it is illegal to use your own property in ways that anger the shareholders of the company that sold it to you:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Undisciplined by the threat of competition, regulation, or unilateral modification by users, companies are free to enshittify their products. But what does that actually look like? I say that enshittification is always precipitated by a lost argument.

It starts when someone around a board-room table proposes doing something that's bad for users but good for the company. If the company faces the discipline of competition, regulation or self-help measures, then the workers who are disgusted by this course of action can say, "I think doing this would be gross, and what's more, it's going to make the company poorer," and so they win the argument.

But when you take away that discipline, the argument gets reduced to, "Don't do this because it would make me ashamed to work here, even though it will make the company richer." Money talks, bullshit walks. Let the enshittification begin!

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/22/who-wins-the-argument/#corporations-are-people-my-friend

But why do workers care at all? That's where phrases like "don't be evil" come into the picture. Until very recently, tech workers participated in one of history's tightest labor markets, in which multiple companies with gigantic war-chests bid on their labor. Even low-level employees routinely fielded calls from recruiters who dangled offers of higher salaries and larger stock grants if they would jump ship for a company's rival.

Employers built "campuses" filled with lavish perks: massages, sports facilities, daycare, gourmet cafeterias. They offered workers generous benefit packages, including exotic health benefits like having your eggs frozen so you could delay fertility while offsetting the risks normally associated with conceiving at a later age.

But all of this was a transparent ruse: the business-case for free meals, gyms, dry-cleaning, catering and massages was to keep workers at their laptops for 10, 12, or even 16 hours per day. That egg-freezing perk wasn't about helping workers plan their families: it was about thumbing the scales in favor of working through your entire twenties and thirties without taking any parental leave.

In other words, tech employers valued their employees as a means to an end: they wanted to get the best geeks on the payroll and then work them like government mules. The perks and pay weren't the result of comradeship between management and labor: they were the result of the discipline of competition for labor.

This wasn't really a secret, of course. Big Tech workers are split into two camps: blue badges (salaried employees) and green badges (contractors). Whenever there is a slack labor market for a specific job or skill, it is converted from a blue badge job to a green badge job. Green badges don't get the food or the massages or the kombucha. They don't get stock or daycare. They don't get to freeze their eggs. They also work long hours, but they are incentivized by the fear of poverty.

Tech giants went to great lengths to shield blue badges from green badges – at some Google campuses, these workforces actually used different entrances and worked in different facilities or on different floors. Sometimes, green badge working hours would be staggered so that the armies of ragged clickworkers would not be lined up to badge in when their social betters swanned off the luxury bus and into their airy adult kindergartens.

But Big Tech worked hard to convince those blue badges that they were truly valued. Companies hosted regular town halls where employees could ask impertinent questions of their CEOs. They maintained freewheeling internal social media sites where techies could rail against corporate foolishness and make Dilbert references.

And they came up with mottoes.

Apple told its employees it was a sound environmental steward that cared about privacy. Apple also deliberately turned old devices into e-waste by shredding them to ensure that they wouldn't be repaired and compete with new devices:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/22/vin-locking/#thought-differently

And even as they were blocking Facebook's surveillance tools, they quietly built their own nonconsensual mass surveillance program and lied to customers about it:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Facebook told employees they were on a "mission to connect every person in the world," but instead deliberately sowed discontent among its users and trapped them in silos that meant that anyone who left Facebook lost all their friends:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs

And Google promised its employees that they would not "be evil" if they worked at Google. For many googlers, that mattered. They wanted to do something good with their lives, and they had a choice about who they would work for. What's more, they did make things that were good. At their high points, Google Maps, Google Mail, and of course, Google Search were incredible.

My own life was totally transformed by Maps: I have very poor spatial sense, need to actually stop and think to tell my right from my left, and I spent more of my life at least a little lost and often very lost. Google Maps is the cognitive prosthesis I needed to become someone who can go anywhere. I'm profoundly grateful to the people who built that service.

There's a name for phenomenon in which you care so much about your job that you endure poor conditions and abuse: it's called "vocational awe," as coined by Fobazi Ettarh:

https://www.inthelibrarywiththeleadpipe.org/2018/vocational-awe/

Ettarh uses the term to apply to traditionally low-waged workers like librarians, teachers and nurses. In our book Chokepoint Capitalism, Rebecca Giblin and I talked about how it applies to artists and other creative workers, too:

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

But vocational awe is also omnipresent in tech. The grandiose claims to be on a mission to make the world a better place are not just puffery – they're a vital means of motivating workers who can easily quit their jobs and find a new one to put in 16-hour days. The massages and kombucha and egg-freezing are not framed as perks, but as logistical supports, provided so that techies on an important mission can pursue a shared social goal without being distracted by their balky, inconvenient meatsuits.

Steve Jobs was a master of instilling vocational awe. He was full of aphorisms like "we're here to make a dent in the universe, otherwise why even be here?" Or his infamous line to John Sculley, whom he lured away from Pepsi: "Do you want to sell sugar water for the rest of your life or come with me and change the world?"

Vocational awe cuts both ways. If your workforce actually believes in all that high-minded stuff, if they actually sacrifice their health, family lives and self-care to further the mission, they will defend it. That brings me back to enshittification, and the argument: "If we do this bad thing to the product I work on, it will make me hate myself."

The decline in market discipline for large tech companies has been accompanied by a decline in labor discipline, as the market for technical work grew less and less competitive. Since the dotcom collapse, the ability of tech giants to starve new entrants of market oxygen has shrunk techies' dreams.

Tech workers once dreamed of working for a big, unwieldy firm for a few years before setting out on their own to topple it with a startup. Then, the dream shrank: work for that big, clumsy firm for a few years, then do a fake startup that makes a fake product that is acquihired by your old employer, as an incredibly inefficient and roundabout way to get a raise and a bonus.

Then the dream shrank again: work for a big, ugly firm for life, but get those perks, the massages and the kombucha and the stock options and the gourmet cafeteria and the egg-freezing. Then it shrank again: work for Google for a while, but then get laid off along with 12,000 co-workers, just months after the company does a stock buyback that would cover all those salaries for the next 27 years:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/10/the-proletarianization-of-tech-workers/

Tech workers' power was fundamentally individual. In a tight labor market, tech workers could personally stand up to their bosses. They got "workplace democracy" by mouthing off at town hall meetings. They didn't have a union, and they thought they didn't need one. Of course, they did need one, because there were limits to individual power, even for the most in-demand workers, especially when it came to ghastly, long-running sexual abuse from high-ranking executives:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/25/technology/google-sexual-harassment-andy-rubin.html

Today, atomized tech workers who are ordered to enshittify the products they take pride in are losing the argument. Workers who put in long hours, missed funerals and school plays and little league games and anniversaries and family vacations are being ordered to flush that sacrifice down the toilet to grind out a few basis points towards a KPI.

It's a form of moral injury, and it's palpable in the first-person accounts of former workers who've exited these large firms or the entire field. The viral "Reflecting on 18 years at Google," written by Ian Hixie, vibrates with it:

https://ln.hixie.ch/?start=1700627373

Hixie describes the sense of mission he brought to his job, the workplace democracy he experienced as employees' views were both solicited and heeded. He describes the positive contributions he was able to make to a commons of technical standards that rippled out beyond Google – and then, he says, "Google's culture eroded":

Decisions went from being made for the benefit of users, to the benefit of Google, to the benefit of whoever was making the decision.

In other words, techies started losing the argument. Layoffs weakened worker power – not just to defend their own interest, but to defend the users interests. Worker power is always about more than workers – think of how the 2019 LA teachers' strike won greenspace for every school, a ban on immigration sweeps of students' parents at the school gates and other community benefits:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/23/a-collective-bargain/

Hixie attributes the changes to a change in leadership, but I respectfully disagree. Hixie points to the original shareholder letter from the Google founders, in which they informed investors contemplating their IPO that they were retaining a controlling interest in the company's governance so that they could ignore their shareholders' priorities in favor of a vision of Google as a positive force in the world:

https://abc.xyz/investor/founders-letters/ipo-letter/

Hixie says that the leadership that succeeded the founders lost sight of this vision – but the whole point of that letter is that the founders never fully ceded control to subsequent executive teams. Yes, those executive teams were accountable to the shareholders, but the largest block of voting shares were retained by the founders.

I don't think the enshittification of Google was due to a change in leadership – I think it was due to a change in discipline, the discipline imposed by competition, regulation and the threat of self-help measures. Take ads: when Google had to contend with one-click adblocker installation, it had to constantly balance the risk of making users so fed up that they googled "how do I block ads?" and then never saw another ad ever again.

But once Google seized the majority of the mobile market, it was able to funnel users into apps, and reverse-engineering an app is a felony (felony contempt of business-model) under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. An app is just a web-page wrapped in enough IP to make it a crime to install an ad-blocker.

And as Google acquired control over the browser market, it was likewise able to reduce the self-help measures available to browser users who found ads sufficiently obnoxious to trigger googling "how do I block ads?" The apotheosis of this is the yearslong campaign to block adblockers in Chrome, which the company has sworn it will finally do this coming June:

https://www.tumblr.com/tevruden/734352367416410112/you-have-until-june-to-dump-chrome

My contention here is not that Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in personnel via the promotion of managers who have shitty ideas. Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in discipline, as the negative consequences of heeding those shitty ideas were abolished thanks to monopoly.

This is bad news for people like me, who rely on services like Google Maps as cognitive prostheses. Elizabeth Laraki, one of the original Google Maps designers, has published a scorching critique of the latest GMaps design:

https://twitter.com/elizlaraki/status/1727351922254852182

Laraki calls out numerous enshittificatory design-choices that have left Maps screens covered in "crud" – multiple revenue-maximizing elements that come at the expense of usability, shifting value from users to Google.

What Laraki doesn't say is that these UI elements are auctioned off to merchants, which means that the business that gives Google the most money gets the greatest prominence in Maps, even if it's not the best merchant. That's a recurring motif in enshittified tech platforms, most notoriously Amazon, which makes $31b/year auctioning off top search placement to companies whose products aren't relevant enough to your query to command that position on their own:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

Enshittification begets enshittification. To succeed on Amazon, you must divert funds from product quality to auction placement, which means that the top results are the worst products:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens

The exception is searches for Apple products: Apple and Amazon have a cozy arrangement that means that searches for Apple products are a timewarp back to the pre-enshittification Amazon, when the company worried enough about losing your business to heed the employees who objected to sacrificing search quality as part of a merchant extortion racket:

https://www.businessinsider.com/amazon-gives-apple-special-treatment-while-others-suffer-junk-ads-2023-11

Not every tech worker is a tech bro, in other words. Many workers care deeply about making your life better. But the microeconomics of the boardroom in a monopolized tech sector rewards the worst people and continuously promotes them. Forget the Peter Principle: tech is ruled by the Sam Principle.

As OpenAI went through four CEOs in a single week, lots of commentators remarked on Sam Altman's rise and fall and rise, but I only found one commentator who really had Altman's number. Writing in Today in Tabs, Rusty Foster nailed Altman to the wall:

https://www.todayintabs.com/p/defective-accelerationism

Altman's history goes like this: first, he founded a useless startup that raised $30m, only to be acquired and shuttered. Then Altman got a job running Y Combinator, where he somehow failed at taking huge tranches of equity from "every Stanford dropout with an idea for software to replace something Mommy used to do." After that, he founded OpenAI, a company that he claims to believe presents an existential risk to the entire human risk – which he structured so incompetently that he was then forced out of it.

His reward for this string of farcical, mounting failures? He was put back in charge of the company he mis-structured despite his claimed belief that it will destroy the human race if not properly managed.

Altman's been around for a long time. He founded his startup in 2005. There've always been Sams – of both the Bankman-Fried varietal and the Altman genus – in tech. But they didn't get to run amok. They were disciplined by their competitors, regulators, users and workers. The collapse of competition led to an across-the-board collapse in all of those forms of discipline, revealing the executives for the mediocre sociopaths they always were, and exposing tech workers' vocational awe for the shabby trick it was from the start.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

[ireadyabooks]

Celebrate AANHPI Heritage Month with I read YA!

At I read YA, we are committed to uplifting, supporting, and celebrating our Asian American, Native Hawaiian, and Pacific Islander creators, readers, and community. Join us in celebrating this special moment this May by checking out some of the outstanding books below from some of our AANHPI creators for you to enjoy this month and all year round!

Just Another Meet Cute by Jenn P. Nguyen

Boy saves girl stuck on a disastrous hike. What could go wrong? So. Much.

When seventeen-year-old Nina Riley gets saved by a super cute Knight-in-Faded-Khakis just as she lands in an embarrassingly sticky situation during the most disastrous hike known to man, she wasn’t exactly looking for a meet cute. She really just needed some peace and quiet from her complicated family. Unfortunately, he disappears before she can properly thank him or get his number. All she has is his name (Ian Nguyen) and a navy jacket with a dog keychain, a gym card, and laundromat receipt. But a meet cute is a meet cute. And armed with years of watching Veronica Mars and a techy cousin, it should be simple enough for Nina to find the boy of her dreams, right? But when she finally tracks him down, he's different than she thought —right down to his name. Ryan is just as cute as she remembers, but the chemistry isn't there like it was before. After a few dates, she meets Ryan's family: his sweet grandma, his enthusiastic sisters, and his twin brother—Ian.

Start reading Just Another Meet Cute now! 

Rosewood: A Midsummer Meet Cute by Sayantani DasGupta

New York Times bestselling Sayantani DasGupta brings her trademark wit and insight to this bright and funny Sense and Sensibility retelling!

Eila Das is used to following her head, rather than her heart. When she meets Rahul at Rosewood, a summer camp where campers are being scouted for the hit Bridgerton-like TV show, she experiences…feelings. Between the drama of the show and the drama of the camp, Eila will have to keep her wits about her to make it through the summer. But when she has to choose between her head and her heart, what will she do?

Start reading Rosewood: A Midsummer Meet Cute now!

What a Desi Girl Wants by Sabina Khan

Mehar hasn't been back to India since she and her mother moved away when she was six. Her father made it clear that she was not his priority when he chose not to come to the United States with them.

But when her father announces his engagement to socialite Naz, Mehar reluctantly agrees to return for the wedding. Maybe she and her father can finally heal their broken relationship. And either way, her father is Indian royalty, and the famil home is a palace--the wedding is going to be a once-in-a-lifetime affair.

Once she arrives in India, Mehar meets Sufiya, her grandmother's assistant. Though they come from totally different worlds, their friendship slowly starts to blossom into something more . . . Mehar thinks.

Meanwhile, Mehar's dislike for Naz and her social media influencer daughter, Aleena, deepens. She can tell the two of them are just using her father for his money. Mehar's starting to think that putting a stop to this wedding might be the best thing for everyone involved.

But what happens when telling her father the truth about Naz and Aleena means putting her relationship with Sufiya at risk?

Mehar knows what she wants. Making it happen is a whole other story.

Start reading What a Desi Girl Wants now!

K-Pop Confidential by Stephan Lee

Candace Park knows a lot about playing a role. For most of her life, she's been playing the role of the quiet Korean girl who takes all AP classes and plays a classical instrument, keeping her dreams of stardom-and her obsession with SLK, K-pop's top boyband-to herself. She doesn't see how a regular girl like her could possibly become one of those K-pop goddesses she sees on YouTube. Even though she can sing. Like, really sing. 

So when Candace secretly enters a global audition held by SLK's music label, the last thing she expects is to actually get a coveted spot in their trainee program. And convincing her strict parents to let her to go is all but impossible ... although it's nothing compared to what comes next. Under the strict supervision of her instructors at the label's headquarters in Seoul, Candace must perfect her performance skills to within an inch of her life, learn to speak Korean fluently, and navigate the complex hierarchies of her fellow trainees, all while following the strict rules of the industry. Rule number one? NO DATING, which becomes impossible to follow when she meets a dreamy boy trainee. And in the all-out battle to debut, Candace is in danger of planting herself in the middle of a scandal lighting up the K-pop fandom around the world.

If she doesn't have what it takes to become a perfect, hair-flipping K-pop idol, what will that mean for her family, who have sacrificed everything to give her the chance? And is a spot in the most hyped K-pop girl group of all time really worth risking her friendships, her future, and everything she believes in?

Start reading K-Pop Confidential now!

I Kick and I Fly by Ruchira Gupta

On the outskirts of the Red Light District in Bihar, India, fourteen-year-old Heera is living on borrowed time until her father sells her into the sex trade to help feed their family and repay his loans. It is, as she's been told, the fate of the women in her community to end up here. But watching her cousin, Mira Di, live this life day in and day out is hard enough. To live it feels like the worst fate imaginable. And after a run-in with a bully leads to her expulsion from school, it feels closer than ever.

But when a local hostel owner shows up at Heera's home with the money to repay her family's debt, Heera begins to learn that fate can change. Destiny can be disrupted. Heroics can be contagious.

It's at the local hostel for at risk girls that Heera is given a transformative opportunity: learning kung fu with the other girls. Through the practice of martial arts, she starts to understand that her body isn't a an object to be commodified and preyed upon, but a vessel through which she can protect herself and those around her. And when Heera discovers the whereabouts of her missing friend, Rosy, through a kung fu pen pal in the US, she makes the decision to embark on a daring rescue mission to New York in an attempt to save her.

Start reading I Kick and I Fly now!

The Great Destroyers by Caroline Tung Richmond

Blood, sweat, and death. Welcome to the Pax Games.

Jo Linden was born into a world where wars are won with giant mechanical soldiers and the nuclear bomb was never invented. Yet the Cold War still rages, and international rivalries between democracy and communism are now fought at the Pax Games, an Olympic-style competition that pits young pilots of mechas against each other. The USSR has beaten the US in nearly every game since its inception, and in the 1963 Games, the US is desperate for a win. Because it's more than just the Games at stake. Premier Khrushchev will be attending, and after, he and President Kennedy are slated to sign a peace accord stabilizing the war in Vietnam-and their volatile relationship.

Raised in her father's mecha repair shop, Jo knows more than anyone about piloting. She's also the most unlikely pick for Team USA since she's a virtually unknown fighter. So when she's invited at the last minute to compete, she jumps at it. This could be the only chance to save her family's home from debt collectors. All eyes are on Jo from the moment she arrives. But as fighters start dying in the arena, it's suddenly clear that it's more than the usual Pax Games, and Jo finds herself drawn into a deadly political plot. And if she can't figure out the truth, it might mean the annihilation of everything.

In a global arms race between superpowers, playing out in violent games that only humanity could create, comes a chilling story of clashing titans, ruthless competition, freedom, and the girl caught in the middle of it all.

Start reading The Great Destroyers now!

[goldenherc9]

A Herculean Transformation

Hercules, a 26-year-old British man with a flair for the flashy, strutted into the gym wearing his signature outfit: shiny gold Nike tracksuit pants. He loved the way the fabric gleamed under the fluorescent lights, announcing his arrival like a king in his court. In one hand, he carried a blender bottle filled with his secret weapon: a protein shake he'd bought online from a questionable website that promised "unimaginable gains."

As he sipped the concoction, a strange sensation surged through his body. His muscles started to bulge, veins popped out like overinflated balloons, and his skin darkened to a rich bronze hue. He looked into the mirror and gasped—or at least tried to, because his jawline now resembled a cement block. Hercules had transformed into a hulking, dumb version of himself, now resembling an Algerian Arabic bodybuilder with an IQ seemingly traded for biceps. His old self had been erased and he has become Hamza.

The gym-goers stopped and stared as he attempted a deadlift, accidentally ripping the barbell in half. "Strong! Me so strong! Look at me!" he shouted, his British accent completely obliterated by an inexplicable, booming Algerian drawl.

"Bro, you okay?" asked a concerned bystander.

Hercules now Hamza—or whatever he had become—grinned widely. "Okay? Me best! Me lift heavy, look shiny! Like golden banana!" He flexed his muscles so hard that his gold tracksuit pants shredded at the seams, revealing thighs the size of tree trunks.

By the end of the session, Hamza was sitting on a bench, staring at a protein bar wrapper like it was a complex mathematical equation. "Dis... go in mouth, make strong, yes?" he asked, scratching his head.

As the gym staff nervously approached, Hamza pointed to the shake bottle. "More shake! Me want to be biggest... and maybe learn math later."

Hamza joins his brothers @zayed-gold87 and @polo-drone-001 for more golden arabic workouts and to keep growing like the golden brothers they have become together.

Huhu come join da Gold brahs and become a better u like me did huhu message @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 2day bruuuuhs

[polo-drone-070]

The cursed chain - part 1

Hey bruhz. Hea iz, lyk, me first propa long story n all. Sum shit dat happend 2 me on, lyk, Halloween. Twas, lyk, real erd getting all dem werd rite n propa. But yer, I hope u lyk it, init.

1. On the morning of Hallowen 

It all began on the morning of Halloween. I woke up feeling good and really stoked. It has been a bit more than a month since I’ve received the Gold brocess and joined the Gold Army, becoming Henry Gold, #70, Right Fullback. I was still in awe of the way the Gold Jersey had transformed my body, loving my new hot muscles and my cleanly shaved head. I love all my new brothers and the feeling of brotherhood that holds us together. Gold is really the best feeling. 

Today was Halloween and I had two things to be excited for. Herc bro had decided to form a wrestling team more properly and was doing some try outs before lunch. Even though I did not have much experience in that sport, I was really excited to join the new team and do some wrestling with my bros. Then, in the evening, the Team had planned a big party for Halloween and it was going to be epic. I already had some basis for my costume, planning to go as a gladiator, but I missed some embellishments.

Going to the attic to search if I could find some elements in all the old stuff stored there, I felt, like, drawn to a dusty box in a corner. Inside, there was a really shiny gold chain collar that seemed to draw me in. It looked so cool. Much better than the thin chain I often wore. Transfixed, I took that chain, which seems to have some kind of inner glow, and could resist putting it around my neck. I felt some kind of shiver, as if some spectral hands were brushing my head, but it was just a fleeting impression that quickly receded. 

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt right. This chain was propa lit. Then I realised it was already 10. I had not seen the time pass. It was time to go for the wrestling tryouts. I quickly made my way through the busy streets brimming with Halloween decorations and reached the Gym where Herc was holding the tryouts.

2. The Wrestling try-outs

As I arrived, Herc was giving a gold wrestling singlet to each of the bros that wanted to join. He had shaved his hair with Jack recently and I was so glad that we were rocking it as a bald bro trio. Looking at these shiny singlets, I was so stoked to get mine. It did not have a number and name yet, of course, since it was just tryouts for now, but I was determined to get in and represent da Team in competitions and all.

I changed quickly, eager to get that gold on my skin. I was of course supposed to get the collar off for wrestling, but somehow, I could not get myself to remove it.

Herc paired us for some matches, and I ended up against Leander. It was going to be a hard match, cause Leander was really fit and quick on the field. We got on the mat and got ready to wrestle each other. 

Damn, bro was both quick and powerful. I tried to hold me own, but we got on the ground and he was, like, completely dominating me. I felt powerless and frustrated as he was pinning me down hard. There was no way I fail on the first match. Herc might not want me in the team if I did not reverse that situation. But Leander was good, and his grip unyielding.

Sure I was going to be rejected from the Team, I was getting more and more frustrated, starting to draw in my every strength to get out of that grip. And as some rage was starting to build up, I felt some strange warmth in the collar, as some presence was responding to my call, offering me the power to break out if I only let him in. Not even thinking anymore at that point, I was ready to do anything to win. 

And then I felt it. The cold. Shivers. And like a ghost was entering my body. And then the cold was gone and replaced by an intense heat taking over all my body… As if my blood was boiling. Pure rage invaded my every being as my muscles distorted and grew in absurd proportion. I was becoming a muscle beast, seething with pure rage and not controlling anything anymore, ready to destroy anything that would come in my way. 

I brutally ejected Leander from his grip. He had no chance against my rage. I was going to destroy him and tear all his limbs out for humiliating me in front of my bros. He felt badly on the ground, hurting his shoulder, but I didn't care. I was going to stomp him.

And then I felt a huge presence towering over me. Herc has transformed into Dagda, his celtic golden form. His aura just overpowered me completely, shutting me down as he intervenes to stop the fight. His authority was just too much even for my blind rage and and just fell on the ground… my muscles still twitching. I returned to my form completely exhausted, barely aware of what had happened and heard Herc telling me : « Henry, Wat da fuck ? datz no wey to act on a ring. Get ut n cool down bruh. cant av u hurtin ur bro lyk dat ! » Leander was still on the ground, clutching his shoulder. I felt shame and sadness. I had no energy left to argue. I got out of the gym, completely demoralized. I had blown it ! I did not even get what got into me. And as I was ruminating what just happened, hurt in my hopes, feeling Herc was being unjust and all… I felt that rage returning… FUCK

Special thanks to @brodygold dat elp me write da story n correct me poor english, and to my bros Herc (@polo-drone-009) and Leander (@leander-gold-88), who agreed 4 da collab n elp me wiz dem pix.

[neon-junkie]

Weird question but do you have any fics where reader leans more dom and or top?

Some of these are more dominant than others, but here's a few fics of mine where the reader is da boss!

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Fractured - Tech’s recent injury has led him to your Medical Bay, and despite you being excellent at your job, Tech needs additional assistance with easing the pain. You have something fun in mind.

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Brat - If Crosshair wants you to shut your mouth, then he’s going to need to give you a reason why.

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Breakin' a Sweat - Hunter’s enhanced senses have been kicked up into over-drive as you come back from a session at the gym. Your post-workout shower can wait, as your Sergeant seems rather irritated at your natural scent.

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3.14 - All Tech needs to do is complete one simple task. Just one. One that you know he can easily fulfil. However, you’ve decided to roughen up the playing field, knowing that Tech struggles to think straight when he’s… distracted.

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Private Affairs - Tasked with finding the General and the Captain, Dogma stumbles right into the midst of a private affair. To make things even worse, he rather enjoys the view… that is, until he’s caught.

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Behind the Screen - Tech has been scrolling for hours, searching for something specific. His little crush on you is constantly sitting on his shoulders, and it’s weighing him down to the point that he’s desperate to find any content that reminds him of you, so he can jerk off and go to sleep! However, what he wasn’t expecting was to come across you specifically, legs spread, hand in between your thighs as you touch yourself proudly on camera.

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Behind closed doors - There’s a muffled feeling calling out to you through the force, and whatever it is, it’s hidden within Captain Rex’s private quarters.

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Useful in many ways - The force can help you do many great things, including helping those in need without laying a finger on them.

[respectthepetty]

So . . . how badly will Da Hei be hurt when he finds out Xiao Bai is lying to him?

Because my Black Brooder is in clearly in love with this lying Heavenly Human in episode five of Fight For You.

He is already securing Xiao Bai's color-coded helmet on his head and hoping he squeezes him tight as they ride on the bike.

And Xiao Bai is throwing a color-coded towel that blends both of their colors at Da Hei in the gym because he is jealous that women are paying Da Hei attention.

So since they are obviously color-coded boys in love,

(who like kissing each other)

(and getting very close to each other)

How much will Da Hei cry when he finds out the Heavenly Human who he has fallen so deeply in love with that he is lightening up and sharing his burdens with has been lying to him this entire time?

Because based on Da Hei taking off his black jacket and simply wearing the white shirt to indicate he is now in Xiao Bai's color (aka in love with him), I'm going to guess he is going to have a whole emotional breakdown.

I cannot wait!

[kenobifitz]

Favorite ever L&O SVU fic of yours and if someone else's? Let's start a chain. Tag someone else!

hello anon and thanks for the ask🧚‍♀️

there are so many amazing writers in the SVU fandom, i mainly read barisi/rollisi fics so these are some of my recs for those if you're into them :)

two of mine (which im surprisingly proud of not gonna lie)

absolution (if you want some barisi smut with religious guilt and virgin!sonny in the mix)

He could lie. Say it’s just him wanting to impress Rafael for their first time together. But no. It was his first time. Ever. Sonny Carisi was a virgin.

is it casual? (if you want an barisi au where sonny is a hot gym teacher and lots of pining)

Rafael gets dragged into a spin class and meets a ridiculously hot gym instructor in tight spandex shorts.

nooow, onto the recs, gonna try to put a few and im probably forgetting a lot of them because of the amount of crazy good fics in the fandom.

barisi fics:

Established Dom!Barba & Sub!Carisi by the amazing spectacular @request-remand

really good barisi smut with the feels, honestly just read all of their fics they're all amazing

you didn’t have to look at me like that, like i mean something by lousdrafts ( @fwtxl )

Rafael barba is a pining idiot who doesn’t think sonny would want him, but surprise he does!

Or 5 + 1 times they almost do something about the ever building tension and when they finally do

love love this one, lots of pining 🫶🏼

The Cabin by @margoblack

During a snowstorm, Carisi and Barba crash their car and are seemingly rescued by a pair of strangers. However, as they recover in a remote cabin, they begin to suspect that their rescuers might not be as helpful as they seem.

Margo has so many good fics if you like romantic comedy (funniest writer fr) and angst

Every Homily A Love Letter by @barisistill

Sonny is a priest AU.

This one just...god it's so beautifully heartbreaking. *praying for an update pls* but yeah I'm a sucker for religious guilt and this one hits all the right buttons.

So. The cat. by @ae-nar

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he says and watches as the cat’s ears twitch. He brings his right hand up slowly and puts it in front of the cat for it to sniff. It barely opens its eyes, which makes Sonny worry for its survivor instinct, aren’t cats supposed to be on constant lookout? He’s always been more of a dog person, if he’s honest, so he really doesn’t know what he’s doing. The cat, seemingly satisfied with Sonny’s scent, lays its head down. Is it going back to sleep? What is Sonny even supposed to do?! He doesn’t remember emergency protocol for finding a cat in Barba’s open office at ass o’clock! “Who are you?”

Alternative Universe where Barba can transform into a cat and it's so fucking adorable I loved it!! (Also read their Barmaro to Barisi pipeline series, really good character study)

Serve and Protect by GenuineSnoof

Liv and Rafael don't see eye to eye about their latest case. Rafael feels forced to take matters into his own hands.

honestly, badass Rafael all around!! with worried sonny, hurt rafa, established barisi like come ooon, i love it.

Late Night Phone Calls by OreoLuvr13

Rafael thought that he was done with getting Liv's late night phone calls when he left the DA's office. It turns out he was wrong. Liv is calling and Sonny isn't home. A Barisi missing scene from 19.19-Sunk Cost Fallacy

im a sucker for post 19.19 fics, so this one hits right.

rollisi fics:

The Things We Can't Forget by @electrictoes

When Carisi's sister shows up at the precinct, the case she presents the squad with brings old demons back to haunt him.

i would put all their fics here but i cant so this one has to do, just delicious hurt/comfort, but really go read all theirs, good rollisi always

Admiring the View by Niklet

"She used to roll her eyes when she heard other women talking about how they’d fallen in love with their best friend. And then it had happened to her. Although now she thought about it, she wasn’t sure which one of “best friend” or “falling in love” had come first."

can u tell i love sonny too? yeah

Obvious by SwordsandPens

A stranger to them, who had not witnessed the years of partnership and friendship and near misses….could see that Carisi had feelings for her. Of course, Amanda wasn’t naive. She knew that no matter how professional Sonny was, there was a way about him; a subconscious perk in his body when she entered a room, and he was always close by; an arm's reach from her, most of any time they were together. But they’d always been like that, hadn’t they?

like they were obviously in love for a whileeee

you got plans? don't say that by bcofl0ve

they make out in the courthouse hallway and carisi comes in his pants and then they fuck in the bathroom that's it that's the plot

good ol' rollisi smut

anyways that's all i have for now, there are a lot im probably forgetting and anyone tagged here please feel free to share your recs if u want🫶🏼🫡

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, self-defense.

word count: 7.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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Houston, Texas - 3:30PM

Genesis was at the gym alone, wearing her headphones and listening to music as she ran on the treadmill for two to three hours. She had several tasks to complete before heading to work for tonight's Friday Night Smackdown show.

She intended to have her nails and toes done today, along with her hair. She discussed her plans with Jade, hoping to complete everything before the show begins tonight.

She hadn't heard from Jimmy since last night when they shared a hotel room again. He missed her, and she hoped he was doing well, likely managing things with that girl Trinity.

It wasn't her concern, yet she couldn't shake thoughts of her date with Jimmy from yesterday. He had been so tender with her, and when they kissed, it felt like she was floating on air whenever he was near.

She felt unable to control herself whenever he touched or kissed her, making her feel as if she were the only girl in the world at that moment. Suddenly, she heard a message in her headphones from the very man she had been thinking about.

What surprised her the most was the message stating that he had sent her some money for something, as she paused the treadmill and grabbed her phone, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹 sent 1.2k on cash app.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: here you go mamas get everything you need to get done today so I can have a good look at you when I see you at work princess 🫶🏼

He made an extra effort to send her money for everything she needed to take care of before tonight, as she replied to his message.

Gigi🤍: Jimmy you didn’t have to do allat for me

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I wanted to princess you deserve it especially being all pretty and shit

Gigi🤍: Jimmy I cannot accept this please take it back…

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep it mamas I’m not having a debate about this now go get dolled up princess I’ll see you at work 🫶🏼

She felt the urge to continue protesting until another message from him appeared.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you also got a surprise back at the hotel in yo’ room I think you’ll love em 

What did this man get her this time?

Gigi🤍: Jimmy….don’t spoil me like this 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: imma keep spoiling you princess don’t matter if you refuse or not imma still do it until you realize how important and special you are 

It filled her with warmth to read that, realizing he was the motivation behind her perseverance, alongside her best friend and Cody, of course. But it was Jimmy who inspired her to keep pushing forward each day.

Gigi🤍: I love you so much friend 🫶🏼

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too ❤️

Genesis glanced at the time on her Apple Watch and realized it was nearly time to prepare for her nail appointment, followed by her hair appointment. She decided to save any leftover money for her savings.

She stepped off the treadmill, picked up her Stanley cup, and scanned the area to ensure she hadn’t left anything behind at the gym before heading to her appointment.

Upon reaching her hotel room, she used the card key to unlock the door. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a bouquet of flowers on the table and a small box containing a four-leaf bracelet, along with her favorite shoes that she had long desired. How could he have known about all of this?

She felt a wave of overwhelm wash over her as she faced everything ahead, aware that she needed to pull herself together for her appointments. She decided to set those worries aside for now and headed to take a shower.

Once she finished everything today, her mind was solely focused on the gifts that Jimmy had unexpectedly given her. In fact, she even wore the bracelet he had bought her earlier before entering the building.

People around her remarked on her radiant appearance—perhaps it was due to Jimmy's influence. This effect left her feeling a bit scatterbrained as she rehearsed the script, pretending to hold a microphone, all while listening to a voice she wished to avoid.

She chose to disregard that individual, fully aware it was Zilla trying to reach her. However, she didn't have the bandwidth to handle his nonsense today and was determined to concentrate on her work.

“You hear me calling you baby girl.” Zilla said with his hands inside of his pockets.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I don’t need to respond to you like can you get over this please? I’m not giving you any coochie sir.” Genesis said.

Zilla realized she was wearing a new bracelet and, with a knowing smirk, poked his tongue into his cheek, fully aware that Jimmy had purchased it—much to his annoyance.

“Why? Is Jimmy dicking you down? Is that why?” Again if they were, what does that matter to him? It wasn’t his business anyways.

“Imma let you assume what you want because you seem so desperate my nigga.”

“Yeah, because I want you and some of that.” He tried touching her until she slapped his hand away glaring at him. “Look here, nigga ion need you to ruin my day because it’s been good so far and I don’t need yo desperate ass trying to get something out of me.”

Just as she was about to leave, he caught her by the arm, halting her movement. “Is it about him? He can't take care of you the way I can, baby girl.”

She pulled her arm away from him once more, pushing him back a bit. Confused by his behavior, she felt her irritation growing until he uttered something that sent chills down her spine.

"I observe every single action you take with him, and it hurts me deeply each time I see you together—sneaking into his hotel room, going on dates, sharing kisses. Is this what friends truly do?" Genesis sensed it; she felt something was off the night she stayed in Jimmy's hotel room. Meanwhile, Zilla had been watching them closely ever since they began their conversations.

“You’ve been stalking me? Are you fucking crazy?” Genesis said.

“I mean I would say that, but yeah I am because I’m tryna be in allat but you keep playing baby girl.” Zilla responded with a smile on his face.

“Nigga, you ain’t getting shit from me. you don’t even deserve it so why would I give it up to you?”

He let out a low, sinister laugh as he approached her, making her step back in uncertainty about his intentions. Suddenly, he seized her by the waist, drawing her nearer to him.

Genesis sensed her heart racing in her chest as she gazed into his eyes, which were devoid of emotion and filled with despair.

“All these pretty women in here know that I dick them down so good they couldn’t even take it—and you’re so stubborn missing out on all of this with a man that’s dealing with that girl Trinity.”

Genesis knew about Trinity especially when he told her that he didn’t really mess with her because she’s only using him for his money. There was nothing serious between the two of them.

“You tryna play mind tricks on me and that won’t work out for you—back the fuck up.” She tried to shove him away only for him to wrap his hand around her throat, choking her.

At that moment, he uttered a threatening remark that filled her with fear about his potential actions: “When I catch you off guard, I’ll take what I desire, and you’ll be grateful and want to be with me.” Genesis had trained in self-defense for situations like this—she swiftly kicked him in the stomach, making him groan, and followed up with a slap to his face.

She seized his arm, twisting it behind him as she pressed his face against the wall.

“Don’t fucking play with me bitch ass nigga, I’m not the one of these fucking women in here who can just give it up so easily so if you think you can get some coochie out from me then you’re sadly mistaken.” She said, “So you better keep it pushing fuck boy.” She continued while letting him go as she walked away from him going somewhere to clear her mind while texting Jade to come see her.

Genesis felt relieved that she had brought along some pre-rolled blunts, but she decided to hold off on smoking them for now. At that moment, she really needed her best friend and Jimmy, though she hadn’t seen him all day. Memories flooded back of when Quincy had threatened her, trying to coerce her into sleeping with him after she discovered he was cheating on her with a girl from his workplace.

The thought of all those nights spent crying until she drifted off to sleep, her eyes stained with dried tears, weighed heavily on her heart. Each morning, she would wake up with swollen, red eyes.

At last, she found a quiet place to gather her thoughts, but that’s when the tears began to flow, smudging her makeup. Her body trembled as she wished for Jade or Jimmy to come in and soothe her before an anxiety attack took hold.

Her breathing became erratic, prompting her to take a moment to calm down. She slowly closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling to find some peace. Just then, she heard the door creak open, and she opened her eyes to see Jade standing there. Her best friend's makeup was smudged from tears, which made her heart ache. Jade quietly shut the door behind her and walked over to Genesis.

Jade wrapped her arms around her best friend, feeling her gentle sobs against her chest. As she rubbed her back, she reassured her that everything would be alright. "Bestie, what did Jimmy do?" Jade guessed that Jimmy had messed up, but Genesis simply shook her head.

Genesis replied, her voice trembling, "He hasn't done anything wrong. Jimmy is really sweet and caring. He bought me some things and even sent me money to get dressed up—it's his damn cousin Zilla."

“Girrrl what? Okay period Jimmy I see you.”

“What happened bestie?” She asked.

"Do you recall me mentioning that something seemed off? Like I felt someone was watching me? Zilla has been following me the entire time, especially when I'm with Jimmy, and he’s been making threats to rape me, Jade…" Genesis noticed Jade's eyes widen in shock at her words. "I knew something was wrong with him, I just knew it."

Genesis nodded her head, “but I don’t know if I should tell Jimmy.”

“Gigi, that’s your friend, you should be able to tell him anything, especially when it comes to his cousin threatening you.”

She recognized that Jade was correct, but the thought of the two of them clashing frightened her; it brought back memories of Quincy.

“What if they start fighting each other again? I can’t bare to see them fighting.” 

“I’ll pull you away from all of that Gigi, but you need to talk to him about this.” Genesis nodded her head listening to her best friend knowing that she needed to speak to Jimmy about all of this. “I‘ll talk to him about it whenever I see him because I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Just text him and also I rented us an Airbnb so we can just chill and drink after work of course.” Jade said.

“Okay, but can you fix my makeup please so I can look all dolled up again.” Genesis asked as Jade chuckled at her.

“Yeah, girl c’mon.” Genesis headed to her messages and tapped on Jimmy’s name, sending him a text in the hope that he would notice it while she and Jade made their way to the ladies' locker room.

Jimmy just finished taking care of himself while thinking about Genesis. He has been missing her all day because he was busy going over his script for tonight's show. After that, he and Jey had a photoshoot with their tag team titles, leaving him no time to see her.

While he was wiping himself with a paper towel, he heard his phone beep. He pulled it from his pocket and opened a message from Genesis, reading it carefully.

Gigi🤍: Where are you? I’ve been missing you all day and haven’t seen you. We need to talk about something.

He felt a wave of dread wash over him as he read the text message, fearing he had made a mistake.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: is everything okay Mamas?

Gigi🤍: No, I really need you right now 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight send me yo’ location I’m otw

Gigi🤍 has sent you their location

Jimmy looked at her location and saw she was nearby, so he quickly gathered his belongings and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He felt a sense of concern, hoping he hadn’t upset her, as it was clear she needed him urgently.

While he was heading to her location, he ran into his cousin, leading them to exchange glances.

“My fault dawg.” Jimmy said as he was about to walk away until Zilla had said something.

“You've been spending a lot of time with Gigi lately uce, what’s up with that?” Zilla said.

Jimmy tilted his head and looked at him, asking, “Is it because she’s my friend? Am I not allowed to hang out with Gigi?” He pressed on, “And why do you even care about what we’re up to?”

"I noticed what you have going on with her, and I'm guessing you're also sleeping with her? It looks to me like she's not ready to let go." Jimmy smirked, pressing his tongue against his cheek while laughing at him—regardless of whether he was with her, it wasn't Zilla's concern. "I bet she calls you daddy, right?"

Jimmy refused to let Zilla get to him. He let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes, aware of Zilla's attempts to provoke him.

“Again what me and her do is none of your business dawg, so mind yo’ fucking business and keep it pushing.” Jimmy was on the verge of leaving when he snapped after hearing Zilla's comments about Genesis.

“Must be nice to fuck her and see her naked, I bet she’s a good little slut for yo—“ Jimmy delivered a powerful right hook to Zilla's face, causing him to fall to the ground, completely unconscious. Jimmy then approached and yanked Zilla up by his hair.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect Genesis and call her that again what we do is none of your fucking business.” Jimmy released Zilla's hair with a spit and walked over to Genesis, leaving Zilla unconscious on the ground.

Upon arriving at her place, he took a moment to steady himself before knocking on the door, anticipating her response. He was still in disbelief over Zilla's comments suggesting he was involved with her. Jimmy held Genesis in high regard; he would never betray her trust without her explicit consent.

Perhaps she wanted to discuss Zilla—maybe Zilla had said something that upset her, prompting her to text him. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, revealing Genesis standing there, looking stunning. It felt as if his breath was taken away at the sight of her.

She allowed him to enter and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the counter, gesturing for her to come closer. She approached and stood before him, his tall 6'3" frame towering over her shorter stature. As he placed his hands on her hips, she looked up into his eyes.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, prompting him to kneel and lift her by her thighs. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he set her down on the counter, positioning himself between her legs.

He moved closer, pressing his lips against hers as they shared a passionate kiss. It was slow and deep, reflecting the longing they felt for one another. Genesis sensed his hands gliding down her ass, gently cradling her curves while their tongues danced together in a tender embrace.

“I missed you pretty girl.” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

Genesis's fingers wove through his curls as she heard his hat drop to the ground. She pulled him closer, intensifying the kiss and feeling their teeth collide.

“I missed you too, Jimmy.” Genesis murmured back.

Genesis could sense her panties becoming damp as she was positioned beneath him, especially with the scent of his cologne that she adored enveloping her.

Jimmy's kisses traveled from her jawline to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tilted her head, granting him further access, and let out a soft moan.

“J-Jimmy.” 

“Hm? What’s wrong mama?” Jimmy had pulled away for a second staring into her doe-like eyes.

“It’s something I need to talk to you about.” With that he kept his hands cupped onto her ass cheeks while listening to her talk. “What’s up Gigi.”

Genesis let out a gentle sigh, “Your cousin Zilla…he…” Her words faded as she briefly averted her gaze. Jimmy, noticing, lifted her chin and tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb, prompting her to meet his eyes. “What’s going on, Gigi?”

She was determined not to ruin her makeup again by letting her emotions get the best of her.

She said, "He threatened to rape me, Jimmy. Your cousin actually threatened me. I'm really scared, Jimmy." She noticed his expression shift to something she had never seen before.

“When was this?”

“Like three hours ago, I managed to shove him against the wall.” Jimmy's eyes widened when he heard that she had pushed him against the wall—he respected her for that, realizing she was capable of defending herself. “Show me.” 

"I don't want to hurt you, Jimmy." He laughed as he assisted her down from the counter, where she had been standing in front of him. "You’re not going to hurt me; just show me how you did it." With that, she seized Jimmy by the arm, twisted it behind his back, and grabbed his hair, pushing him against a nearby wall with his face pressed into it.

He was inexplicably drawn to this situation—it excited him to witness how she defended herself against men like Zilla. "Are you alright?" Genesis inquired.

“Mhm, I’m fine. Lemme’ do it to you.” Jimmy responded as Genesis' eyes went wide.

“Jimmy, ion think it’s necessary.” Jimmy shook his head, determined to give it a try on her, while she sighed and rolled her eyes at him. They had changed places, with him positioned behind her and her in front.

Jimmy had pulled her arm behind her back and yanked her hair, forcing her against the wall with her face pressed into it. Genesis could feel his rigid body pressing against her backside as they remained in that position for a minute, and she sensed a dampness in her panties.

Jimmy felt his arousal pressing against her, prompting a soft groan as he realized he needed to regain control. He released her and stepped back, turning to face her as she turned around to look at him.

His facial expressions indicated that he was uneasy about something, though she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Are you good mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine, are you okay? You seem uncomfortable.” Genesis responded as she came closer to him but he backed away from her.

“I-I’m good Gigi. I heard Jade got us an Airbnb for us to chill later after the show, make sure you bring some clothes and stuff.” Genesis approached him with a nod, aware of his firm state. She wrapped her arms around his neck, indicating that he should lift her up.

As she wrapped her legs around him, he felt her body pressing against his, driving him wild with desire—he craved her intensely. She softly kissed his lips, and he instantly reacted, gazing up at her.

“You so fine princess.” 

“You’re handsome yourself pretty boy.” He chuckled at her softly as he pressed his lips against her kissing her some more. “You like the gifts I gotchu?”

She nodded her head, “yeah I did but you didn’t have to do all of that for Jimmy.”

“I told you imma spoil you Gigi even if you don’t what it imma still do it so ion need you complaining.” Genesis smacked her teeth at him while forming her lips into a pout. “Too damn cute c’mon girl let’s go.”

Airbnb - 10:30PM

Everyone gathered at the Airbnb Jade had booked for the night, enjoying drinks and smoking weed on the porch. Meanwhile, Genesis lounged on the couch, scrolling through her social media while occasionally looking over at Jimmy, who was chatting with his twin brother and some colleagues.

Jade approached her and sat down beside her, playfully tickling her feet, which made Genesis kick out in laughter.

“Girl, you’re so annoying bro.” Genesis said.

“Gigi, you look too comfortable over here, where's yo’ man?” Jade Teased her as Genesis rolled her eyes at her. “We are just friends, Jade nothing more.”

“Why are you lying Gigi? I know it’s something goin on between you and him.” 

“I’m not lying, he's just being a good friend to me that’s all.” Jade shot her a glance but chose not to delve deeper into the topic. Instead, she declared that they were about to play a game together. Genesis exchanged a knowing look with Jimmy, fully aware of what was about to unfold.

Genesis quickly sat up as she noticed Jimmy approaching her, with everyone else following suit. "We're about to play Never Have I Ever. I assume you all know the rules?" Everyone nodded in agreement while they continued to pay attention to Jade.

Jimmy rested his hand on Genesis' thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze that drew her attention. She turned her head to face him as he cupped her chin, and a wave of anxiety washed over her—was he really doing this in front of others? She glanced around to ensure no one was watching before returning her gaze to him.

“Are you crazy?” Genesis questioned him.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “Ain’t nobody looking mama just give me a peck.” 

“What if we get caught, then they’ll know.”

“Let em know then it’s not their business what we do or you wanna wait?” This was the most suitable choice for the moment. Engaging in this activity in public posed too much risk, particularly with the onlookers nearby. Genesis preferred to keep her relationship private; she wasn't fond of displaying affection in front of others, as it wasn't her preference.

“We can wait for a while until the game is over with.” Genesis responded.

“A’ight then mama we will wait.” Jimmy replied.

Players began the game with their hands raised, discussing things they had or hadn't done as others lowered their fingers. Jade noticed Genesis and Jimmy sitting together, with Jimmy's hand resting on her thigh, and she could see how happy her best friend was with him.

“Never have I ever been celibate for over five years.” Jade said as Genesis looked at her with wide eyes.

Genesis let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, then flashed Jade the middle finger. As she lowered her hand, gasps erupted from those nearby—she sensed Jimmy watching her; he was unaware of her long period of celibacy. Perhaps there was a valid reason behind it.

“Gigi, you haven’t got no dick?” Jey asked.

“Oh my god, no I haven’t had any dick in five years. I’m just waiting for the right person. That's all I stopped having sex with Quincy after what he did.” She explained feeling her heart beating out of her chest.

“Damn, maybe a certain person could help you out with that.” He said.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was already gazing at her intently. He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, “I can help you with that.” She playfully nudged him and smiled, surprised that he was teasing her about it.

“Don’t be fucking teasing me Jimmy.”

“I can tease you all I want, yo’ short ass ain’t gonna do nothing about it princess.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Are you willing to make a wager on that?" He enjoyed pushing her buttons to see how she'd respond, even with their height disparity. "Yes, I actually am."

She smiled and nodded at him, saying, “I’ll take care of you when we go upstairs, handsome.” Jade noticed the two of them joking and laughing together, and she had another question ready to tease her best friend even further.

Jade remembered Genesis sharing her frustrations about Quincy’s performance in bed, expressing her desire for a man who could satisfy her completely, to the extent that she would make a mess, since Quincy wasn’t meeting her needs.

And with Jade hearing that Samoans were packing she couldn’t help but to tease Genesis.

“Never Have I ever been dick down good.” Genesis and Jimmy's conversation came to a halt when she spoke, prompting Genesis to once again give her the middle finger. She wondered why her best friend was teasing her tonight, particularly in front of Jimmy.

“Jadeeeee oh my fucking god bro.”

“What? I’m just saying girl, place ya finger down.” Genesis pressed her finger down, burying her face in Jimmy's neck, unable to handle the teasing from her best friend at that moment.

“Quincy hadn’t been hitting it right? Damn he fumbled a baddie dawg.” Jey chimed.

“Thank you! That’s what I said Jey like he was tripping honestly.” Jade said as she was agreeing with him.

As the game went on, Genesis leaned against Jimmy's shoulder, feeling weary as she looked up at him while he took a sip of his beer. He noticed her resting on him, her sleepy eyes fixed on his face.

“You tired mamas?” 

She nodded and yawned, rubbing her eyes with her hands. Then, she settled down, resting her head on his lap while he gently brushed her hair aside to see her face more clearly.

“I’ll take you upstairs after they get done playing this stupid ass game aight?” 

“Okay.” She spoke in a gentle, drowsy tone, her eyes fluttering shut as she effortlessly drifted off to sleep on his lap while he browsed through his social media.

He heard her adorable snores coming from her lips, which made him chuckle as he sipped his beer. Just then, a text from his twin brother caught his attention, prompting him to click on it.

Twin⚡️: Dawg what’s going on with you and Gigi?

Here he goes.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: There’s nothing going on between me and Gigi why does everyone keep asking this?

Twin⚡️: bc I can see the way you've been looking at her Uce and then I’m hearing that you spend a band on her today and have her some money for her to get her nails done including her hair?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: so? 

Twin⚡️: so?? Mane people be doing allat stuff when they in a relationship with someone and you doing just that so fr what’s going on?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: ain’t nun going on twin I’m just protecting her and taking her out on dates and mini walks with her so she could clear her head ion need her in her head a lot that’s all.

Twin⚡️: so you ain’t fucking her?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: no I’m not i respect Gigi

Twin⚡️: I mean from what I’ve heard she probably got a lot of pressure build up after being celibate for five years now maybe you can fix that.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: when the time is right but for rn I’m just being there for her that’s all I’m not gonna pressure her into anything she doesn’t want especially since she isn’t looking for anything.

Twin⚡️: like relationship wise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, but ion mind waiting unlike Zilla did she tell you what she told me earlier?

Twin⚡️: No? What happened? 🤨

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Zilla threatened to rape her Twin and that pissed me off especially since Zilla had the nerve to come up to me saying how I’m fucking her bc she wouldn’t give it up to him like wtf?

Twin⚡️: woahhhh wait a min he’s out of pocket for that shit imma have to speak to him about that bro what’s wrong with him?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: ion know but he better keep it pushing and leave Gigi alone fr yk ion play that shi when it comes to her

Twin⚡️: he lucky he ain’t here ass would’ve been handled but what she gonna do now?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: me and her are just going to share a hotel room together until this obsession he has on her is done ion need her hurt you know? She’s been through enough 

Twin⚡️: yeah I hear you twin ion want that for her either but imma let yall be for now

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane stfu 😭😭

Jimmy sensed Genesis move in her sleep as he finished his beer and set the bottle on the table. He tucked his phone into the pocket of his shorts and lifted Genesis in a bridal carry, making his way upstairs to the bedroom they were sharing for the night.

Upon entering the bedroom, he noticed a spacious master bed that was just right for them. The room was adorned with LED lights, creating an ideal atmosphere for the two of them. He gently laid Genesis on the bed and covered her with blankets to keep her warm, as the night was turning chilly.

He brushed her hair aside, revealing her lovely face. His thumb softly stroked her cheek, bringing a smile to her sleeping lips as she dreamt, curious about who occupied her thoughts.

Jimmy leaned in and gently kissed her lips before rising from his knees. He then headed back downstairs to grab another beer from the fridge, noticing Jade approaching him.

She stood with her arms crossed, watching him as he flinched at her gesture of placing his hand over his chest. "You can't be scaring people like that, girl," Jimmy remarked.

“My Bad Uce, I was trying to see what’s going on with you and Gigi. She's been glowing lately and I know you got something to do with that.” Jade said.

Jimmy took a sip from his second bottle of beer before responding, “You could say I’m involved in her glow. I’m just looking out for her, nothing else.”

"So, here's a question: that kiss you both had a few weeks back at the club didn't mean anything?" It actually meant a lot to both of them; they found it hard to stay away from each other, but he wasn't about to say that in front of Jade.

“It definitely meant something, but seeing Zilla's reaction was great.” Jade nodded in agreement. "Are you really spoiling my best friend? You know she can't stand being spoiled because she thinks she doesn't deserve it." Jimmy paused mid-sip of his beer, looking at Jade with a puzzled expression.

Jade chose to explain to him that Genesis felt this way because of Quincy. He made her feel increasingly inadequate, never spending a cent on her while using his money on the women he had cheated on her with.

Whenever Genesis brought it up, he would simply invent excuses for his spending, claiming that she didn’t deserve to be pampered, regardless of whether she cared for him or not.

Jimmy felt a deep sense of sorrow upon learning about the struggles Genesis faced in her marriage to a man who failed to appreciate her.

"That's why when she mentioned that you had bought her some things, particularly her favorite shoes, and even sent her money to get dressed up, I could tell she was thrilled." She remarked, "Gigi has never sounded so joyful about a man buying her something." She went on to say.

“Cody told me she been wanting them shoes since forever so I just went out my way and bought em for her.” 

“I told her yall would be a great couple together.” Jimmy agreed with her knowing that they’ll be perfect for each other but he wasn’t going to rush her about it. “Yeah, but she’s not looking for any serious but I’m willing to wait for her honestly until she’s ready.”  

Jade smiled at him while giving him a hug as he hugged her back before pulling away, “thank you for being there for her.”

“Of course I’ll do anything for Gigi, she’s important to me too.” With that Jade and Jimmy continued to talk to each other about Gigi and other things until it was time for everyone to head to sleep.

Midnight - 1:30AM

Genesis awoke from her deep sleep and noticed she was alone in bed, with Jimmy absent by her side. She got out of bed, made her way to the stairs, and entered the kitchen to find something to drink, as her mouth felt parched.

While pouring herself a drink, she heard the toilet flush and the sink running in the bathroom, indicating someone was inside. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip of her water and noticed Jimmy emerging from the bathroom, looking great with his shirt off and his hair tousled.

She glanced at his grey Nike shorts and noticed the outline of his manhood, confirming Jade's claim about Samoans being well-endowed—his size was evident. When their eyes met, she smiled and waved at him.

He approached her, positioning himself directly in front of her. His hands rested on her hips, gently rubbing both sides as Genesis finished her water and turned her focus toward him.

“What’chu doing up this late Gigi?” Jimmy inquired with a voice that was deep and smooth, reminiscent of honey.

Genesis replied, "I got thirsty after my long nap," as Jimmy noticed the outfit she was still wearing from her sleep. "Didn’t you consider changing before coming down?"

Genesis shook her head. "No, I wanted to, but since you were down here, I had to stick around." Jimmy raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips.

“You wanted my attention?”

She trailed her fingers down his tribal ink feeling his hands cupping her ass gripping them both.

“I always get yo’ attention daddy.” She smiled at him after speaking, reaching for her water bottle as she noticed his astonished expression. Before continuing, Genesis planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “I’ll see you upstairs then.”

She turned to leave, but he grabbed the hem of her jean shorts, pulling her back against the counter while she gazed at him with an innocent expression. “What’chu say mama?”

“I don’t know what you mean Jimmy.” 

“Gigi, don’t play with me you know what you said.”

Genesis began to complain in frustration, crossing her arms and pouting her lips. “Jonathan I’m tired and I want to go back to sleep.”

“I’m tired too, Gigi, but now I’m up after what’chu just said to me acting like I won’t do nun.” Genesis innocently wrapped her arms around his neck teasing him, “what I do daddy?” Her voice took on a softer tone, playfully stirring something deep inside him.

“There you go again mamas, why you keep playing with me?” Jimmy softly kissed her neck, causing her body to tremble with each touch.

“I’m not playing with you Jimmy, I’m just teasing you.”

Jimmy pressed soft kisses along her neck as she tilted her head, granting him greater access. He lifted her by the thighs and carried her to the couch.

Jimmy gently kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan that escaped her lips and reached his ear, while her fingers played with his soft curls.

“You like teasing me huh?” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“Mhmm, sure, do pretty boy.” Genesis said softly.

“What if I just yank this shirt off of you and played with these titties you gon’ stop me?” Genesis looked down at him while he patiently awaited her consent to make contact.

He kissed her jawline gently. “You gon’ stop me baby?”

“J-Jimmy.”

He titled his head, “What baby? Talk to me. You're doing all of this teasing and shit and now you wanna soften up on me.” His voice dropped a few octaves when he spoke.

“I-I just haven’t been shown this much affection from anybody in a while.” She could feel Jimmy’s hands cupping her ass. “I know, and I’m giving it to you because you deserve it.”

Genesis began to sense a shift inside her when he mentioned that she deserved to be loved properly, unlike the way Quincy had treated her during their marriage.

“Give me the word and I’ll take care of you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“But you take care of me enough, big daddy.” Genesis reacted as she noticed a smirk on his lips, feeling his hand encircling her throat.

“Yeah I do, showering you with gifts and shit but I wanna make sure that you’re taking good care of in areas you haven’t mamas.” She understood the specific areas he was referring to and felt anxious since it had been a long time since she had experienced any physical contact or been fully relaxed.

Jimmy pressed his lips to hers, his hand gently gripping her throat as they shared a passionate kiss. It was deep and slow, with Genesis moving against him, while his other hand rested on her hips, directing her movements.

As she gently pulled away from the kiss, she sensed his arousal pressing against her clothes. "What if I'm not ready? Ready for you," she said. He responded by drawing her back into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

His commanding presence excited her to the point where she surrendered to his touch, allowing him to express his affection. He took his time, unhurried.

Genesis kept moving on his lap as they kissed passionately, prompting him to lift her by the thighs and carry her upstairs to their bedroom. Their lips remained locked, and when he opened the door and slammed it shut, she realized he was serious.

He positioned her on the bed, settling between her legs and covering her body with kisses before pausing to look up at her.

"I’ll be here for you, mamas, until you’re ready for me." Jimmy pressed his lips gently against hers, feeling her fingers entwined in his hair. “But I’m still going to love you the way you need, do you get what I’m saying?” She nodded and kissed him back.

He kept kissing her body, gently pulling at her shirt until she removed it, tossing it aside. She unclipped her black lace bra right in front of him. This was the first time he had seen her partially undressed; Quincy was the only other person to have seen her like this, making Jimmy the second man to do so.

He lowered his lips toward her breast, glancing up at her to seek her consent to kiss and tease them.

“Do I have your permission baby?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, touch me. kiss me. I’m craving you jimmy.” Genesis said desperately.

“I’m craving you too, baby.” For the remainder of the night, Jimmy showered her with all the love and affection she craved—her soft moans and the way she whispered his name in his ear, meant only for him to hear.

He didn't venture far, recalling her words that she wasn't fully committed to him yet.

He left noticeable marks on both sides of her neck, and she would definitely need to hide them in the morning to keep others from prying into their affairs.

They lay together in bed, wrapped in blankets, enjoying the warmth of their skin against each other. Her head rested on his chest as she slept on top of him, while he gazed at her until his eyes grew heavy. He placed a comforting hand on her back.

Her body eased against his, reassured by the safety she felt in his presence. She understood that he would patiently wait for her readiness and that his love for her would be genuine, which felt almost surreal.

Like he said before, he’ll do anything for her and he means anything.

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GUARDED.

a/n: phew things are getting heavy and Zilla done lost his damn mind fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below. 

STAY UCEY.

Chapter five

Previous chapter

[livingtobethevillain]

Okay so ive continued to think A LOT about red hood!lian. With that being said. Everyone knows that if you get too invested in a character youll give them lore. So naturally I gave her some trauma for some flavor.

(CW; gun violence, school shooting, hostage situation, implied murder/death of minor characters)

Imagine this:

Lian is at school when the men with guns invade and round everybody up into the gym. Lian is sitting quietly with the other hostages. Dutifully going through the breathing exercises that her dad taught her. Curled up with the other kids but also desperately trying to get some of the younger softer ones to quiet down and stop crying so loud. She knows how this goes. No matter how much her dad tries to shield her from the ugliness of the world she knows what happens if you draw attention in these situations. Unfortunately shes proven right.

One of the louder ones gets yanked away and thrown to the ground. Lian can't help the way she tries to jump up to help (she is her father's daughter after all) but she gets pushed down ruthlessly by one of the attackers. Her friend sits shaking at the feet of one of the men who is yelling and gesturing wildly with the gun in his hand.

Lian takes multiple deep breaths and looks up at the guy who pushed her down. The guy has his back turned, he's jeering and laughing at the horrific scene in front of them. children's lives are in danger and hes laughing.

lians eyes flick down to the unsecured gun at the man's hip and lian doesnt give herself a moment to hesitate. Her teacher follows her line of sight and desperately tries to reach out, but before her teacher can grasp onto her lian is lunging forward and snatching the gun from the man's holster.

The man whips around and steps back at the child pointing his own weapon at him. Lian stands there, breathing shakily and trembling but she feels her resolve harden upon taking all of the wide eyes laying on her shoulders. She knows her dad is a hero. He doesn't know she knows but nonetheless. It's her turn.

"Give her back" she whispers. "...What?"All eyes are on her. Lian grits her teeth and her grip on the gun steadies. It's just like those times uncle Jay took her down to the shooting range...only if the targets were living breathing human beings.

Lians face twists and she forces away tears of frustration. No. These weren't human beings. They were the scum of the earth that uncle Jay and dad always scowled at when the news came on.

"Put my friend back in the group. Or else I'll shoot." If lian had half a mind to she wouldve been proud of how steady her voice was.

Silence.

The attackers look at each other and the one holding her friend scoffs and dares to point his weapon at the little girl on the ground.

He doesnt believe her. He doesnt see how serious she is. That was his last mistake.

"You wouldn't da-"

BANG

The guy drops and then it's chaos. Lian doesn't think. She shuts down and suddenly she's dragging her friend back and into Her teachers arms and she's shooting off as many rounds as she can into any threat who gets too close. She doesn't feel the bullets that are fired back at her. The ones that barely miss and the ones that cut and sink into her skin.

She stays on guard well after the guys scatter upon hearing someone shout about "bats" and whoever else. And it isn't until she whips around to point the gun at her own father that she finally snaps out of it and drops the gun like it's burned her.

Suddenly she can't stop crying and all she can see is the bodies litering the floor. Her dad surges forward and cradles her in his arms rocking back and forth and telling her "its okay. It's okay honey, I'm so proud of you. It's okay you can rest"

[rosiarie]

2025 intentions

this year was a blur for me. i've died and been reborn more times than i can count. in all, 2024 was a year of change. i learned so many things, fell in love for the first time, and i've changed as a person. i was my most happiest and the most sad i've been. what i've learned is that time waits for no one, and in the time that i am alive, i want to live a life i am proud of. to be pure in the face of adversity is a strength i wish to keep. <3

here are my intentions for 2025:

quotidian:

wake up early - my earliest class next quarter is a 12 am, so i want to wake up early enough to eat breakfast at the dining commons and before the bathrooms are cleaned - around 9:10 am - to get ready for the day. i've noticed that my best days are the days i wake up early, wear a well-planned outfit, pack my bag diligently, and eat breakfast. i feel like i haven't wasted the day.

eat 3 meals a day - i struggled with eating breakfast as a first year my first quarter since i had a 10 am and breakfast closes at 11 am, so i skipped my breakfast every day. i only ate breakfast four or three times! counting weekends too. this is clearly unhealthy, and i noticed it took a toll on my health, sleeping schedule, and academic life.

sleep before 12 pm - my sleeping habits have been soso unhealthy and doom scrolling has just worsened it. i will allow myself the pleasure of still doom scrolling some nights, but i will not allow myself to sleep late anymore. it is very unhealthy, and it wrecks the rest of your next day, too.

journal daily - journaling daily was never one of those things i cared for. i've always cared about journaling, but i've always prioritized journaling as a weekly chore. i want to start journaling every night, at least three sentences, about something that stood out to me about the day. un petit souvenir à souvenir. i always journal in a narrative sense (i can make a post more on this!) rather than a "what i did today" which i am so glad i do because it makes reading back so much more fun!

read every other day - i've (so far.. there's still a few more days of 2024!) read 19 books in 2024, which to some may be a grand lot, but i have read so much more in the past! i do enjoy reading so much, but it feels more like a hobby now than a habit (which it used to be). i used to enjoy reading in the sense of just immersion, and i would pick any random story i was curious about. nowadays, i seem to find myself reading only one genre, which i want to change. in 2025, i plan to read more nonfiction texts and other genres; books that'll teach me things as well as novels for pleasure.

gym 4x a week - it's true what they say, physical exercise 100% helps boost serotonin levels and health in general! going to the gym more will help my mood, sleep, and confidence. i want to work on my body before summer, and look as good as i feel. i believe in myself to gain the body i want!

less partying - as a college freshman, you are kind of pressured to go out and party (mostly by your own fomo than from other people). it's what you think you're supposed to like. but i've come to my own conclusion that though partying can be fun, it's not something that i want to continue to do every friday. being hungover on saturday, not being able to do any work, and cramming all of sunday evening has been damaging to both my health and grades. i want to set my intentions of going out better, maybe once or twice a month when i know i can relax or genuinely want to. even if i feel like "i've earned it", if i don't really want to experience the side effects, i won't. that also makes partying during special occasions like halloweekend, st. fratty's day, and sorority/frat mixers to name a few more fun !

less entertaining things not meant for you - as a college freshman, i've had countless guys coming up to me, dming me, and asking me out. i either refrain from dming them back or softly reject them. but with some, i have talked to a little or gone on a date or two. though it's good practice, honestly, it was a waste of time. like any girl, i would love to have a caring and intelligent bf, but it isn't something i want to actively seek. my education and self-improvement have to be at the forefront of my mind, and i'm taking men out of the picture. until i meet the right man who meets all my qualifications, no matter how good-looking or charming a guy is, if his intentions aren't pure and his presence is not bringing actual value into my life, i'm not entertaining it no longer.

academic:

start early on new material before class - there was a girl in one of my classes last quarter that told me she would review the chapter before our prof went over it in class. i told myself, i'm going to do that now! but i never did. she understood the concepts soo well in that class, and i want to implement this trick to help me next quarter too!

pack my bag the night before - i'm always missing my hand cream or a water bottle in my bag when i pack it before class. doing this saves sm time and is much more efficient than running out of your door late!!

study everyday - no more cramming - i've always been a procrastinator and crammer. i fooled myself into thinking studying the few days before helped better, but honestly, that only helped my short-term memory retention skills. long-term understanding > short-term memory. i mainly want to study economics daily, but also languages, such as retaining french (non-native but fluent) and learning chinese (beginner!).

more study dates - now this can get a little iffy because sometimes studying with friends leads to being distracted from your work. but personally, i've spent my first quarter as a college freshman studying mostly with myself. i regret this so much because it is so fun when you do study with friends [that know when to lock in]. eating afterwards, getting a sweet treat, chatting a little, are all ways to keep yourself sane while studying.

anyways,

that's all for today. let me know what kind of posts you guys are interested in from me. this is my first "real" tumblr blog post, so pls be nice lol ! i would love to hear from you guys :) i will probably post 2-3x a week.

remember that you are protected. no weapon formed against you shall prosper. bisous!