#''don't want money just want someone who wants my company'' is especially eye opening?

[taylorftparamore]

i'd love to pick taylor's head about her metaphors all over ttpd but i especially would love to understand what specifically drew her to the metaphor "flesh and blood amongst war machines, you're the new god we're worshiping" in clara bow

[totalswag]

love love love ur writing babes!!

maybee u could please do one where reader begs rafe for a darry ring, like the $500 ones u can only buy once in ur life and u have to submit ur id to buy it.. i want to know what ur thought process on how rafe would go about it? 🫣🫣🫣

promise sealed — RAFE CAMERON

authors note I don't think you guys realize how much it means to me when you compliment my writing. I hope you enjoy this request lovie.

summary rafe buys you a darry ring showing his love and devotion to your relationship.

warnings none

Rafe Cameron was not used to hearing "no." In his universe, money and power could sway any circumstance to his liking. So, when you casually mentioned a Darry Ring—an unique sign of eternal love that could only be acquired once in a lifetime—he became fascinated.

You were seated on the patio of Tanny Hill with Rafe to your right, his arm over your shoulder, watching the sunset from afar. The summer wind on your skin and the birds chirping made the moment feel especially pleasant.

"Baby have you heard of a Darry Ring before?" You blurt out, playing with Rafe's gold ring.

"I've heard about those rings," Rafe replied, and raising an eyebrow at you. "Why do you want one so badly?" He was curious and wanted to know more.

You took a deep breath, knowing that you needed to express your feelings clearly. "This isn't just any ring, Rafe. This is a promise. They only allow you to buy one in your entire life, and you must submit your ID to confirm it. It signifies that the person wearing it is the only one for you. Forever."

"Forever, huh?" he wondered, more to himself than you. His fingers tapped against the armrest, and you could see the wheels churning in his head.

You nodded, thinking he understood how much this meant to you. "Yes, forever." It's not about money, Rafe. "It's about the promise."

Rafe loves you more than anything in this world. You're his everything. He would do anything for you, literally. One thing he fears the most is losing you and breaking the promise of never hurting you.

Everyone sees how in-love you are with each other. The way you look at each other is like you two are the only people in the room. The moment you got together, friends started talking about your wedding day.

But as he saw the openness in your eyes, he felt something shift. You weren't asking for financial things; you were asking for a pledge, a piece of his heart.

As the rest of the night went on, the conversation about the ring stayed in Rafe's mind.

Over the next four days, Rafe found himself continuously thinking about the Darry Ring. Constantly on his mind going back and forth. One thing Rafe doesn't want to do is buy this ring for you then could do something that may hurt you; never in his life does he want to hurt you.

You asked him about the ring one of the days you were hanging out. He told you he was looking into it but never gave you a final answer.

He did research, learning about the company's ideology and the importance of the ring. He even read comments from other couples who had purchased the ring, and each story touched a deep part of him. He wanted this to be perfect.

Once Rafe came the finalization about the ring he started to search for the perfect one for you. Luckily for him, he's been saving up money for special things like this.

Rafe spoke with his sister, Sarah, about the concept of getting you the ring. She was quite excited about the ring. She assisted him with the design because you two hang out occasionally.

Rafe accepted that this wasn't only about you; it was also about him. It was about his willingness to venture into the unknown and truly commit to someone he loved. The Darry Ring's exclusivity was both scary and thrilling. It meant he'd always put you first.

A few days ago the ring was ready to be picked up on the mainland. He was so excited and nervous to see how the ring turned out; made sure it was perfect.

He decided on a simple yet intimate setting. He took you to your favorite spot by the beach, where the two of you had shared countless memories.

You were sitting on a blanket with food you ordered from a restaurant down the road. The waves hitting shore filled your ears. People talking amongst themselves, kids running on shore, etc.

"The sunset looks beautiful tonight, don't you think?" Your gaze is drawn to the sunset in front of you, with the waves gently touching the shore. 

"Not as beautiful as you" Rafe replies, kissing your cheek while reaching in his back pocket for the Darry Ring.

You could feel his heart racing thousands miles per hour with your back pressed against his chest. Frowning with concern before he spoke up again.

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said," he began, pulling out the small, elegant box from his pocket. "About promises and forever."

He actually got it.

Your eyes widened when you realized what was going on. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. Getting chocked up by the moment. Searching for the right words to say.

Rafe opened the box to discover the stunning Darry Ring inside. "This ring represents something to both of us. It's a vow that you're the only one for me, and I'm willing to commit to you for the rest of my life."

Tears slowly fall down your face; carefully wiping them off your face. Now your heart is beating thousand miles per-hour. Your entire body is on cloud nine.

“Wh-a-t did I get to deserve someone like you Rafe?” You cry, lifting your shaky left hand, allowing Rafe to slide the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much, sweetie. You mean the world to me. Our love is stronger than any other." You cut Rafe off by pulling him in for a long kiss, your arms gradually tightening around his neck and his hands grabbing you around the waist. 

It was the perfect moment that you'll cherish for the rest of your life. You couldn't take your eyes off the ring, admiring its beauty for the rest of the night.

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[worldly-fluster]

Like... WARNING THIS MIGHT TRIGGER SOMEONE.

The LADS boys when...they find your 'Diary'

--Xavier-- Part 2 of 4

I call my Diary, 'My Death Book' because I want people to be able to read it after I'm gone and be able to understand how I think, somewhat. I made these because I wondered what their reaction would be if they saw it with no context lol

All other details of this are on part 1 Sylus' so, go read it lol cause I also updated it to make it better.

Anyway- you done been warned it is ANGST.

Xavier-

•He felt he knew a lot about you, if not everything.

•Your favorite song, favorite food, favorite drink. He even knew your favorite color, even though it changed a lot.

•He wanted to know more, sure, but he didn't want to overstep any boundaries you set. Hell, it took him months just to be able to stand next to you without you taking multiple steps back.

•He asked once why you stepped back, you told him that you just don't like people that close.

•He was ecstatic when you started standing close enough to him to brush hands. His slow heart starting to beat a little faster at every small touch.

•He also noticed you laughed more, talked more. In the beginning you barely spoke two sentences before going quiet, you said it's because your voice hurt and you liked company more than conversation.

•Now you talk so much he noticed you had an adorable stutter and a slight accent. He loved to hear you speak.

•But then one day, while you both were having fun trying to get plushies in the claw machine, you were having so much fun neither of you noticed an older woman walk up and stand with her arms crossed and a disappointed glare.

•Not until you both heard an 'Ahem' from behind.

•The voice was familiar to you, making you flinch.

•"What are you doing? Haven't I told you not to waste your money on these games? And who's this? It better not be a boyfriend or we'll have to have another talk."

•Xavier stared at the lady for a bit before looking over at you, opening his mouth to ask you who this was, when he saw your face.

•Your face was now devoid of the spark he loved so much, your lips pulled into a thin line and eyes lifeless.

•He stood straight as his eyes widened a bit, especially when he heard your now small voice answer.

•"Yes Mom."

•Just before the lady could speak anymore, Xavier stood protectively in front of you, his hand reaching back and holding yours gently.

•He spoke in a stiff, confident voice, his lips in a tight smile as the lights around you flickered.

•"Okay Ma'am, I'm going to be taking her with me. If you follow us or say one more word to her, I will not promise your safety."

•He pulled you along as you both heard the lady spluttering out about manners. Your eyes widened as you stared at Xavier's back, not used to somebody speaking up for you.

•Xavier's blood was hot with anger towards that woman, your supposed Mother. How could she talk to her daughter like that? I mean, yeah, it's a waist of money playing the claw machine but you love it so he doesn't care. Spend his money.

•He took you straight to your apartment for some much needed downtime, he wants to cuddle and nap but he feels lucky to be holding your hand rn and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with him. He'll wait.

•You both sat on your couch, he didn't want to leave you alone at the time, he never does.

•You weren't talking much so he decided to put on a movie, of which you immediately fell asleep watching.

•He smiled a bit as he got up to grab a blanket and cover you with. As he was tucking the blanket around you he found a notebook hidden away between the pillows on the couch.

•Out of curiosity and wanting to move it so you can be comfortable, he opened it. Thinking maybe it was a diary of some sort.

•The first page made him breathe in sharply and his blood run cold.

•The page was Titled, 'My Death Book'.

•As he flipped through it, he found it had things ranging from what you want at your funeral to small tidbits from day to day life.

•Most pages made him want to scoop you into his arms and protect you, even from yourself. Other pages had left a bitter sweet taste in his mouth. As if to help whomever would read this through the grief of losing you.

•When he got to the last page you wrote in, he closed the book, put it back where he found it and sat on the ground next to your sleeping form.

•He lay his head next to yours as he watched you sleep, gently holding your hand, as a lump formed in his throat. He watched your lips part as you breathed deeply, seeing every small twitch you made. His eyes closed as he pulled your hand to his face, holding in there to feel your warmth.

•He wants to protect you from all the things written in that book, wants to make sure you never have to finish writing in it. He really wants to make sure you never run into any of those terrible people again...

•He doesn't ever think he'll be able to leave you alone, ever again. He doesn't want to have to read that book again...and not be able to hold you after.

[fallingdownhell]

As someone who loves poly relationships and rarepairs, I got something.

May I request a poly between Childe and Ayato with a reader who's a baker? Reader's always making goodies for the boys, especially when they're at work. They want to make sure their lovers are in good health and shape, so they spoil the boys a lot.

Why is this so cute? I never really thought about this ship, and now I can't get it out of my head. Thanks for that, anon xD Pairing: Ayato x Reader x Childe Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; general headcanons; fluff Word count: 824 words Enjoy<3

well, first, let's get the obvious out of the way. Even with you involved, it would take a long time for Ayato and Childe to get along to the point where they don't fantasize about killing the other constantly

I mean, one is a Fatui Harbinger, so it's basically in his job description, and the other is the Head of his Clan, highly respected by his people, and expected to lead them fairly

and yet still, both have fallen madly in love with you. So for your sake, they try and get along, and over time, a genuine bond seems to grow out of it, which makes you all the more happier

since Childe has a lot of travelling to do with his job, it was mutually decided between you three that you would move in at Ayato's estate, and Childe could always come and visit whenever he has free time

Usually, when the Ginger comes around, you spend all of your time either with him alone, or with all of them together. In your eyes, Ayato has you all to himself most of the time, so when Childe is here, you spend as much time with him as possible, to make up for when he was gone

even knowing your job as a baker, the boys discover your passion for baking very early on. Whenever you got some free time to spare, you like to spend it in the kitchen, trying out new recipies that you found

sure, it's part of your job, but they are genuinely happy that you get to live off of your passion. With Ayato gifting you a small shop in Inazuma City that you can design like you want, and Childe declaring few of his underlings as your workers, you're fully equipped to open up a shop of your own, something that you've always dreamed of doing

the boys are just happy to see you all happy and smiling, gushing to them about the plans you have, what you want to put on your menu, etc. They are all smiles when they listen to you, clinging onto every word that leaves your lips

even with all the baking you do at work, you still often come home and head directly to the kitchen, baking some simple cookies or such for your boyfriends, loving when you see their faces light up when they eat your baked goodies

sometimes, Thoma also comes around, drawn in by the smell of it, and he always offers to help you with it, so you can make even larger badges. Wether you take him up on the offer or not, he respects your decision

Childe also likes to help you out from time to time. However, Ayato is no longer allowed in the kitchen. He "helped" you one time, and he put so many weird ingredients in the dough, the brownies tasting so weird that you'd banned him from the kitchen. He sulked about it at first, but came to terms with it. In the end, he still gets to enjoy your baking, so he can deal with it

when Childe tells you that he has to leave again soon, you sometimes bake him stuff that's a bit more durable, so he has something to enjoy during his journey back

days spend with the two of them are either one of two things. They are either the most exciting days you've ever experienced in your life, or they are spend just relaxing and cuddling, trying to make as much of the company you get to share while it lasts

You've experienced many adventures with them, as they are often taking you out to explore the islands of Inazuma, or even to other nations where you get to try as much food as you can

they love to see your face brighten up with excitement and since they both have a lot of money to spend, they love to spoil you by buying things for you. Wether that be food, a shop, juwelery or whatever else it is you wish for. Just say the word and one of them will buy it for you

Gift giving is a big love language for both Ayato and Childe. Childe always brings many presents when he returns from another trip and Ayato surprises you with a gift at least twice a week. It's just how they express their love to you

generally, they treat you very gently and with care. They are both powerful people, but they'd never want you to be afraid of them. They don't care if others think of them as weak for that. For you, they'd gladly be percieved as such if only you are happy

overall, I'd give this relationship dynamic like a solid 7,5-8/10. With both Ayato and Childe, you are very well taken care of and loved. What more could one wish for when having them both as your loving partners?

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART THREE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack still sticks around as he really wants to be a part of your son's life, and you aren't giving into the idea at all

(this is the third part of HEARTLESS 💔 and HEARTLESS 💔 PART TWO

Warnings: angst, asshole!jack, mom! reader, fluff because Wyatt is too cute but not many warnings this time

A/N: idk besties, I just love asshole jack though he wasn't so bad this time I think, he could have been worse (which he will be in the next chapters 😈)

2k words

The sight of Jack holding Wyatt was often a dream you allowed yourself to have in the quiet, lonely nights you spent in the darkness of your room.

If anyone had asked, you would've told them you wanted Jack Daniels to drop dead at that very moment, but when no one could watch you break down, you let your mind wander and think of what things would be like if he had stayed, or in that case, if he hadn't made you go away.

You would have been living in that beautiful, big ranch with Jack and your little boy. You would have the animals to take care of and play with, you would probably not have to work, as Jack always provided you with everything. You doubted you would have to do any cleaning either, as he very often had a cleaning company every few weeks in order to leave the ranch always organized without burdening you or himself with it.

You could bet your ass he would even hire a nanny if you asked, which you wouldn't of course, but that was just who Jack was: someone who often gave the world to people he loved.

And Wyatt would most likely be very spoiled, because there was no way Jack Daniels wouldn't shower his precious son with everything his money could afford. You were just sure of it, and sometimes you would even smile at your sweet fantasy, before facing the cruel reality of your life.

Jack didn't deserve even the time of your sweetest dream. He wasn't welcome in your life any longer and especially not that he was intruding in both of your lives.

Even if Wyatt seemed to really love his daddy - and he didn't even know he was his daddy - it was still not fair.

You stared at Wyatt sleeping deeply in Jack's arms and rolled your eyes, going to your son's bedroom to get his socks he always got rid of during sleep so his little feet wouldn't be cold.

You returned and Jack seemed to have not moved at all, he still watched Wyatt in awe as he slept so peacefully. Eventually, your son smiled in his sleep and that always made your heart melt, and you could tell it was doing the same for his heart, still, no matter if Jack looked the happiest you'd seen, he looked mesmerized and so in peace with his son, so close to him, after all this time away, but it didn't matter one single thing, to you, that scene would never be pleasant to look at, and you wanted him to damn know about it.

"I don't like this"

Jack didn't reply nor react to your voice, he wasn't ignoring you on purpose though, he was just so caught up in the moment watching his beautiful boy, it took him a while to raise his head and ask you what you said.

You rolled your eyes and sighed

"I don't like this… this situation and I don't like you either Jack.." you said and he chuckled

"I don't like you either sugar, I'm here for the boy, not for you, don't worry" he said and you groaned.

You wanted to slap that smug face, make him suffer and wince in pain, but instead, you sat closer, carefully placing the little socks on his small and now cold feet and saw as he kicked his legs softly in his sleep.

You could feel Jack's gaze on you, but you didn't give him the time, and just kept stroking Wyatt's leg softly.

The man cleared his throat "I don't wanna bring lawyers into this, I was hoping we could handle things on our own… I know I did you and Wyatt wrong, but it is my right to see him" before you could answer, Wyatt's little eyes opened and he smiled

"Mommy!" He said happily and extended his little arms towards you. You picked him up with a sweet smile, but you also felt pretty good at your ex lover's disappointed face to see your son choosing you.

You hugged him tight and snuggled him, making Wyatt giggle and look around, smiling so big when he saw the cowboy.

He extended his tiny little hand over Jacks, grabbing his and caressing it softly.

"Howdy little guy" Jack winked at him making him giggle his little heart out. Wyatt immediately faced Jack, though he snuggled in his mommy's arms, he still wanted Jack around.

"Do you want some warm milk for your tummy, my love?" You asked and saw as Wyatt nodded excited, and you also knew it would help him sleep better.

You got up holding your son, but Jack stopped you

"Let me hold him for ya, Y/N" you battled the urge of baring your teeth at him as a dog would and shook your head, but Wyatt smiled big "cowboy!!!" He said excitedly and jumped towards Jack, snuggling him and resting his little head against his chest.

"Mommy say wawm milk helps tummy sleep!" He told Jack, who laughed and agreed with him.

You went to the kitchen and made the three of you some warm milk, you knew Jack didn't deserve it but it felt weird, impolite even to ignore him, so you returned with two mugs and a sippy cup for your son.

Wyatt immediately drank his milk, feeling so soothed and warm, leaning against Jack's chest, as you placed two mugs on the coffee table. The man thanked you and you nodded, sipping your milk and watching your son. He was adorable and you knew he wouldn't take too long to fall asleep, you only didn't expect to end up falling asleep as well, on your couch, in front of Jack Daniels, the man you loved so much.

Jack paid attention only to Wyatt, as he hungrily drank his milk and thought it was so adorable as his little eyes got too heavy and his son was asleep.

His son.

His chest nearly burst out with pride at the realization of it. He had missed out so much on his life, but now he had intentions of sticking around and being a part of his son's life forever. It didn't matter what you wanted or not, Jack was willing to try and make every mistake right and if you didn't like it, then it was your problem. He was going to be there for his son, whether you liked it or not, he would even pay you child support but you could fuck right off if you thought you'd forbid him from seeing Wyatt.

And then he turned around and saw you had fallen asleep just like your toddler did, and all the anger melted away as he saw how peaceful and beautiful you were like that. Jack hated to see you like that, it was like a wrecking ball tearing down all of the walls he had managed to build around his heart. He took a deep breath and smiled at himself, remembering your times together, when you would fall asleep every night in the same bed. Jack would always have his arm around your body, your warm body was always glued to his, your heartbeat against his heartbeat and whenever you shifted in bed, he'd wake up, anxiety through his body at the feeling of you away from him. And after the years you spent apart, there you were, melting that old fool's heart by doing something so mundane such as sleeping.

Jack saw Wyatt was deeply asleep and decided to take him to bed. Quietly, he got up from the couch and walked through the hallway, watching once more the decorations attentively. He was so curious he didn't want to ever stop staring at them. If he could, he would like to snoop through every drawer, so he would get a glimpse of a life with Wyatt and you.

He was so interested in knowing how things were on a daily basis, what you enjoyed doing, what you watched with your son, what you read for him. It all brought a warmth to his heart.

Jack got to his little bedroom and he felt a pang in his chest, seeing everything he had missed out on. How he could have been there to paint the walls, decorate the bedroom with you, pick plushies, toys, clothes, everything that was meaningful to him. He chuckled as he saw the light blue walls and the sea themed toys, it didn't matter if you probably went with an option that didn't remind you of Jack, the little apple did not fall far from the tree: Wyatt was a cowboy at heart like his daddy, and his favorite animals were farm animals.

He placed Wyatt comfortably under his blanket and kissed his forehead, taking in his features and trying to decide if he looked more like you or himself. He couldn't tell, but he wanted to keep that image forever.

Then, Jack went back to the living room, a part of him really hoping you would be awake, maybe you had just dozed off and you would be ready to shoot him a mean look and call him something bad. It would probably make him more at ease than having to face you so harmless, so vulnerable, where you looked more and more like the sweet girl he used to love so much, the same one who loved him just as much, and not the fierce woman who hated his guts.

And there you were, asleep just as Jack had left you. He placed his hands on his waist as he thought about the options he had: he could take you to bed or let you sleep on the couch. He knew he should pick the second option, but he thought of you waking up all sore from the uncomfortable sleeping position and how that wouldn't be nice to you, so Jack, against his better judgment, picked you up, as carefully as he did Wyatt and did the same path as earlier, only this time going to the other room in the hallway, knowing it could only be your room.

He opened the door with one hand only, as silently as possible, so he wouldn't disturb your slumber and walked to your bed, placing you against the soft surface of it.

He looked around and watched your cute bedroom, you had made it all you, from the walls to the bedsheets.

Jack wished he could stop time so he would go through every single drawer, box, or bag he could find in your bedroom. He wanted to find out all your secrets and see if you by any chance still kept something of his, any memory or picture or something like that. He just needed to know, but he wouldn't have the time nor the opportunity at that moment. So he carefully took off your boots, and then your socks, and finally your jeans.

Fuck you.

You were still just as gorgeous as in his memories. He didn't want you to look that good, to be that beautiful, it only reminded him of all the good he had and he lost. He didn't stare much at your body, he was a gentleman and took pride in it, but the little he did see… it was too tempting for poor old Jack.

He couldn't have these kinds of thoughts, he reminded himself. He was there for his child only, not for you and being distracted just because you were a pretty gal wasn't a smart idea at all.

So he got your duvet and threw it over your body.

Jack thought of what he would do. Would he just go home and wait until the next opportunity to see his son? That's what he should do, but it was also a hard pass, so he went to your closet, getting an extra pillow and a blanket and walked to the living room. Getting his boots, jeans and jacket off, he got comfortable on the couch. He would spend the night and the first thing in the morning he would be up to make his beautiful baby boy, a delicious breakfast.

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A/N: idk i am cold and lonely and i want Jack to be my husband

[jae-bummer]

Just for Tonight

Request: 5 + hyunjin pls :3 and ty ! :3

Prompt:

5) “Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

(**warning: language and steamy situations)

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Having visitors early in the AM was not a common standard for you.

That is, unless it was Hyunjin.

Casually dating an idol was not on your bingo card for the year, but here you were, yanking open the front door of your apartment to usher in a man you never would have thought could acknowledge your existence.

It wasn't that you weren't worthy of dating someone who was a celebrity, it was that you assumed this particular one was much too expensive for you. Now, when talking about "expense," you weren't meaning that he spent large amounts of money. You were meaning that he looked expensive. His features, his movements, his aura. Everything about that man was extraterrestrial in the most enticing way (emphasis on the "extra"). He was walking art. No one should approach him in any capacity because no one was worth his time.

But then there was you.

He had admitted before that you brought a sense of normalcy to his world. The safety of your normal, little apartment. The stories where you talked about your normal job and your normal schedule. He craved these bits of your life, if only to live vicariously through them.

When he showed up on your doorstep, he looked like he could almost be normal too. With a hat pulled low over his eyes, baggy clothes to distort his frame, and a dark mask covering his mouth, he could be any person visiting their partner.

Only the two of you knew his secret...for now.

That's what he was here to talk about.

"What did the company decide?" you blurted before he even crossed the doorstep.

He didn't look up from his phone as he came inside, popping off his shoes as soon as he got past the entryway. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against the cold metal. "Is this really how you want to start?"

"If you don't tell me now, it's going to be all I think about," you said quietly.

It had been two days since an article was posted online about Hyunjin's dating life. Apparently, sources had leaked that he was dating a non-celebrity and had been for months now. They even had distorted security footage of the two of you leaving a 7/11 in the dead of night.

As soon as the news broke, Hyunjin was brought in for a meeting with his managers where he felt compelled to confess everything. It was then up to their PR team on how they wanted to deal with the situation. It didn't really matter what he wanted, and definitely not what you wanted.

If you could, you would keep Hyunjin tucked away from the world for as long as you could. It was selfish, but this was your worst fear. You didn't want the fate of your relationship to be in everyone's hands but your own.

Turning your back towards him, you muttered. "Quickly, please."

Hyunjin took a deep breath before starting, speaking as if he was reading a memorized script. "The company decided that it would be best to dispel any dating rumors. At this time in my career, it would be foolish to throw away what I've worked so hard for. Fans will not welcome the idea of me seeing someone, especially a non-celebrity. I'll be a weakness for the team, and I can't in good conscience let that happen."

You turned toward him, horrified. He looked back, a sad smile on his face and helplessness in his eyes. "They've asked that I stop meeting with you for the foreseeable future."

It felt like your chest was going to crack in two. Admittedly, you had both decided that you wouldn't put a label on what you had. You weren't dating seriously or exclusively, but it was unsaid. You had a bond and a love for each other that only grew more intense as the days went on. It seemed like a safety protocol to keep it casual, but in the end, it hurt no matter what you wanted to call yourselves.

"Fuck," you whispered, plopping on the couch. You weren't sure where to look, but it certainly wasn't at Hyunjin.

Biting his lip, Hyunjin nodded slowly. "Fuck."

"We should've been more careful," you croaked, on the brink of tears. "We should've ordered in and -"

"Y/N," Hyunjin sighed. Tilting his head, he smiled sadly again. "That's no way to live."

"It is when it's protecting you!" you squeaked. Dropping your face into your hands, you tried to focus on your breathing.

"You shouldn't have to protect me," you heard him say quietly. Crossing the room, he sat on the couch beside you and leaned his head on your shoulder. "I should be the one protecting you...and in a weird way, I guess that's what I'm doing."

"Oh yeah," you scoffed, popping your head up. "Breaking up will do such great things for me."

"Hey," he chuckled softly, sitting up so he could wipe at the tears sliding down your cheeks. "I really don't want fans to start meddling in your life too."

And that was a valid point. If you continued to date, how long would it take for internet sleuths to figure out your identity? And from there, how long would it be until an attack was launched your way? Your job, your relationships, your social life. Everything could come crashing down if your information got into the wrong hands.

You knew he was right, and you hated it.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into my mess in the first place," he said quietly. "It wasn't fair to you."

"Stop," you groaned. "I don't want an apology."

Hyunjin nodded, remaining quiet. You knew he was just as much at a loss for words as you were. However long your relationship was, it was one of the brightest moments in your life, and you never wanted to take that away.

"Normally when I'm dumped," you continued. "At least I get to be angry at the person who's breaking up with me. This time, I have to be mad at a whole corporation."

Hyunjin snorted lightly. "You can be mad at me if it makes you feel better."

"You're the last person I want to be mad at," you sighed. Looking toward him, you tried not to start crying again. "So this is it?"

"Probably for a while," he whispered. "Is it...is it okay if I still text you? From time to time?"

"I would be disappointed if you didn't," you smiled.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you tugged Hyungjin along with you. "Well, I guess we should rip the band aid off then."

Sliding your arms around his waist, you nuzzled your face into his chest. Without hesitation, he wrapped his own around your shoulders, encasing you in all that was Hyunjin.

"I'm going to miss this," he whispered into your hair. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you more," you croaked, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "It'll be okay."

He nodded, but you could see tears start to gather at his waterline. "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I know...I know you said you wanted to rip off the band aid," he started slowly. "And I assume that meant that I should leave quickly because it would hurt less...but..."

"But?"

"Can I be selfish?" he whispered.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him again. "What do you mean?"

“Let me call you mine," he breathed. "Just for tonight?”

It was suddenly very difficult to breath. Having one last night together would definitely break your heart even more, but it was tempting. One last taste of the man you never thought would be yours.

The last time he'd be tangled in your sheets. The last time you'd smell his cologne on your pillowcase. The last time you'd hear him tinkering in the kitchen, getting coffee ready for the two of you in the morning.

You had taken so much for granted before, not even realizing that it could all come to a grinding halt. At least if you had one more night, you could truly treasure those moments and commit them to memory forever.

It may make the pain even worse, but you didn't care. You were selfish too.

"It's going to suck so bad," you murmured. "But I guess it already does."

"I don't want to make things more complicated," he said quickly, but you immediately shook your head.

"Hyunjin," you said, your voice much more fragile than you wanted. "Please stay."

The response was immediate. Hyunjin's hands grabbed at the fabric of your sweater, balling it inside of his fists as he held your waist. Lips crashing into yours, and bodies swaying from the impact, you struggled down the hall to your bedroom, making sure no part of your anatomy broke contact.

It took only moments for the back of your knees to hit the edge of the bed and send you sprawling. Hyunjin climbed over you, familiar with the scene being played before him. There would be time later to go slowly and luxuriate in each other's attention. Right now was for fulfilling a need and a want so deep that it made you act on instinct alone.

He began kissing down your jaw and to your neck, causing small whimpers to escape your lips. The sounds only encouraged him, turning his gentle motions into ones involving teeth and tongue. As his mouth searched for your shoulders, he grew impatient with your sweater and started to yank it up and over your head. It wasn't long before he insisted that he wanted your skin against his, so he paused only to dispose his own clothing before carefully sliding your pants from your legs.

Kneeling atop the mattress, he looked down at you with reverence. His brow furrowed for a moment as he bit his lip and took you in. Reaching up, you tugged him closer before smoothing out the small line between his eyebrows. "You're not allowed to look conflicted. Not tonight."

"I wasn't conflicted," he said hoarsely. "You're just so beautiful that it hurts."

Your breathing hitched as he looked into your eyes. He wanted you to know that he was being sincere, and this was all as painful for him as it was for you.

Head bowing again, he caught your lips for a softer kiss this time. Using one hand for leverage, he used the other to cradle your cheek. The moment was so tender, you were certain you would just split apart when it was over. Breaking the kiss, he gave you another heavy look before moving his motions down your chest and stomach, only stopping to use his tongue when it suited him. Your small noises and gasps were his driving factor, so if he wasn't getting enough, he would work until his name fell constantly from your lips.

Settling himself between your legs, he glanced up at you with half lidded eyes. "Being away from this is going to be torture."

Reaching down, you pushed his hair behind his ears and gave a lazy smile. Your fingers quickly found their way to the strands at the top of his head, brushing through them once before grabbing hold. "Then make sure you give me something to remember."

.

[fromthedeskofsigma]

An Open Letter to Cenk Uygur

I'm Youtube user SigmAnalog. I've been watching the The Young Turks since I was in high school--I think around 2010-ish? It's hard for me to say exactly, but that doesn't especially matter. What matters is that, even though I've never been financially stable enough to afford a paid membership, I've been hanging on every word from your mouth for my entire adult life so far.

Just this once, though, I want you to listen to me, without judging or immediately dismissing my words as meaningless. They come from a place of admiration and concern.

Yesterday, Mondale Robinson very publicly announced his decision to leave your network. He's far from the first--Jimmy Dore and Dave Rubin were VERY noticeable departures, and we rightfully decried them for caving to moneyed interests on the right.

This is not what has happened with Mondale Robinson.

Mayor Robinson left because you and Ana--the two loudest voices in the room on this network--have completely lost the plot. You've railed against "cancel culture" as being "anti-free-speech," not because it makes having or voicing unpopular opinions dangerous, but because it makes it harder to arrange for paid venues in which to broadcast them. You repeatedly and brazenly parroted right-wing talking points about the border without providing any kind of pushback against what is very obviously a racist, nationalist framing of a serious humanitarian issue. You, personally, fought tooth and nail AGAINST letting your employees unionize with IATSE, then tried to pretend you were never against the idea instead of owning up to your own mistakes. Most recently, you've started talking about how supporting trans rights is tactically disadvantageous to the Left, and Ana has gone on Glenn Beck's show, of all people, to claim that trans people's civil rights are an unfair "purity test" and that their rights can't interfere with the rights of "actual women," which is EXACTLY what ghouls like Nancy Mace and others on the right are using as an excuse to deny trans people the right to PEE, let alone exist.

This is not okay. NONE OF THIS is okay. Like you, I'm a firm believer in the idea that the Left needs to have room for a broad range of opinions and perspectives, but there needs to be a limit--we cannot expect to survive as an ideology when core tenets of our ideology are up for debate. It is a core belief of leftism that all people, regardless of their country of origin, deserve to be treated with dignity and kindness. It is a core belief of leftism that labor needs to be able to organize itself, without exception--even when company leadership has their workers' best interests at heart. It is a core belief of leftism that NOBODY should have to live as a second-class citizen for the benefit of others' comfort. As for "cancel culture," well, if you're such a big believer in a free market, you should already know that "freedom of speech" doesn't mean "freedom to get paid for speech," and it's a little embarrassing that I should have to explain that to someone who literally works in media.

I don't want you to quit media. I don't want you to shutter TYT. I REALLY don't want to watch the entire network turn into yet another outlet for centrist garbage or partisan cheerleading or--least of all--MAGA's endless stream of toxic waste. I don't want any of that, but I can't deny what my eyes are seeing or ears are hearing, and it looks and sounds like something in that vein is happening at TYT, and you and Ana, as the CEO and two most prominent anchors on the network, are at the center of it. You are the ones with the power to right this ship.

I'm still subscribed to the main TYT Youtube channel, and will continue to be for the forseeable future. I want to see you get better. I want to see this network go back to speaking truth to power, like it did when I first started watching in 2010. I'm stubbornly optimistic enough to believe you will, but even I have my limits. All I ask is that you step back for a moment, reflect on the direction TYT has been going these past few years, and ask yourself if this is really what's right--for yourself, for your company, and for all of us.

Happy Holidays. I hope to see you return in 2025 refreshed, energized, and with a clear view of your path ahead.

[peachymilkandcream]

Levi Christmas Headcanons

(A/N: I'm obsessed with regal and old elegance Christmas okay, and I was curious how Mr. Rainbows and Sunshine would deal with Christmas with his wife and kiddies. And I don't know, might to a Christmasy oneshot although I'm not sure of the promprt, if anyone has any ideas hit up my inbox!)

WARNINGS: Misogyny, implied noncon/dubcon, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, domestic violence, yandere behaviour/themes, etc,

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The only reason Levi celebrates Christmas is because it's another ploy to make his wife love him. Since Evelyn is super into it and everything he sees it as a way to get her to be affectionate towards him.

Of course if the Captain is set on doing something he's going to do it right, the biggest and best tree that will fit goes in his foyer and he'll demand it be decorated to perfection. (Although the lower branches he leaves for her to do since it makes her happy and he can watch her do it) Garlands, everything, he will even pay to have someone make iceburst stone lights so that it meets his approval. He wants Evelyn to be awestruck by everything he's done for her.

Gifts are an excuse to spoil her, and while he is harsh and unfeeling, he does love spoiling her when she behaves because usually her thankfulness gets him what he wants. For her, it's adorable to see her ask him for some money to go out and buy a gift for him. Even she can put her hatred aside for Christmas, she says it's because she won't let him ruin the time of year for her but he knows better. He'll playfully roll his eyes and wait for her outside of a shop or two to pick him up a present, holding it under her coat so he doesn't see.

As someone who demands perfection in everything let's be honest his gift wrapping skills are immaculate. Bows and ribbons are too gaudy but the paper is sleek and folded to perfection. Although Evelyn makes bows out of ribbon and always likes the brightly coloured paper.

When they have kids Levi isn't one of those dads that has the wife buy everything for the kids and it's just "from the both of them". Usually he'll have a nanny take care of the kids while they both together Christmas shop for them. Surprisingly he's not against toys for them, his goal is for them to adore the ground he walks on after all, and if he spoils them on birthdays and Christmas they will.

Even though it's his birthday on Christmas day, Levi doesn't make the day about him for once, to him it would cause his kids and his wife to resent the day and him if it was all about himself. Instead he says nothing, and Evelyn and the children wish him a happy birthday, act more affectionate and of course, Evelyn compensates for the day not being about him that night. To him he would rather the day continue to be about Christmas, and such a fond memory will be centred around him.

Levi's kids will be the only ones who aren't taught about Santa Claus, he refuses to lie to his kids and believes they're stronger for not believing in a fictional person. A make believe man will not get his credit for giving gifts, he is the centre of praise always.

Every day when he comes home in December Levi brings his kids each a bit of candy since they aren't allowed it any other time, he loves how eager they are to see him when he walks in the door. He's the hero then.

On the morning of, his kids will come wake him and Evelyn up since Levi was up late Christmas Eve making sure everything was perfect gifts wise. He makes his kids wait until he's dressed, shaved, and ready for the day before anyone is allowed downstairs.

They all take turns opening gifts so it lasts longer, Levi hiding a smirk behind his tea cup when his wife unwraps many gifts from her doting husband. Especially the ones she has to hide quickly before the children see.

They don't travel for holidays, staying at home and enjoying each other's company. Christmas dinner is traditional and they end he day by the parents watching the kids play with their new toys in front of the fire.

Aside from his family the only people who get gifts is Hange and Erwin. Erwin because he's the Commander it's only proper, (even then its a haphazard gift since neither of the Ackermans like him) and Evelyn gives Hange something more heartfelt and personal. Who would have thought Levi was a Christmas fan

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 25

After a month of lazing around, alternating between tedious training and shopping sprees with Nobara using Satoru’s seemingly limitless funds, the itch for action had become unbearable. The thrill of solo missions, where you controlled every aspect and dictated the outcomes, was calling to you. It was time to confront Satoru and ask him to allow you solo missions once again.

You found him lounging in his usual spot, lazily flipping through a manga, his ever-present blindfold hiding any indication of seriousness. The sight almost made you roll your eyes. Almost.

“Gojo-sensei,” you began, your tone firm but measured.

He glanced up, a grin spreading across his face. “Y/n-chan! What can I do for my precious student? Need more pocket money to spend?”

“Not quite,” you replied. “I’m here to talk about missions. I want you to allow me again, I want you to lift the ‘ban’.”

His grin faded, replaced by a rare look of genuine concern. “You’re still recovering. It’s too soon for solo missions. Plus, I'm sure Yasu-san’s still tired of chaperoning you.”

“He does not! Yasu-san likes my company!’ You crossed your arms, determination hardening your features. “I’m more than ready. Sitting around doing nothing is driving me insane.”

Satoru leaned back, studying you with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Y/n, it’s not just about being physically ready. You need to be cautious. The last thing we need is for you to get hurt because you rushed back in.”

You forced a smile, hiding the growing frustration. “I’m not some fragile flower, Sensei. It’s just a fever I recovered from for mere hours.”

He sighed, clearly weighing his options. “I know you’re strong, Y/n. But strength alone isn’t enough. There’s still a lot you need to learn, especially about patience.”

You resisted the urge to snap back. Instead, you took a deep breath, keeping your tone calm and measured. “Then at least let me go on missions with someone who won’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I can’t just stay in this bubble forever.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “You really are determined, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your eyes locked on his. “Yes..”

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “Alright, how about a compromise? You can go on missions, but you're going with my colleague, Kento Nanami. Nanamin’s one of the best, and you’ll learn a lot from him. Plus, I was planning to leave Yuuji with him for a while. I trust him to keep both of you safe.”

You considered the offer, a small smile tugging at your lips. It wasn't a solo mission, but it was a step in the right direction. And having the opportunity to spend time with your brother wasn’t the worst outcome.

“Fine,” you agreed. “I can work with that.”

Satoru’s grin returned, full force. “Great! I’ll let Nanamin know. He’ll be thrilled to have both Itadoris under his wing.”

“Thrilled, huh?”

-

“I won't be able to lead you this time,” Satoru said, walking beside Yuuji with a casual stride. Trailing behind them, your eyes roamed around the room, disinterested. “But don't worry. I've called in a friend you can trust.” Yuuji nodded, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. Satoru then opened a large, ornate door, immediately slinging his arm over the shoulder of the man standing inside.

“This is Kento Nanami, the ex-salaryman Jujutsu sorcerer!” Satoru announced enthusiastically. Kento, looking unimpressed but accustomed to Satoru's antics, offered a polite nod. You glanced at Kento, noting his distinctive appearance: eyes concealed behind sunglasses that lacked arms to wrap around his ears, giving him a sleek, unconventional look.

“Please don't call me that,” Kento said, his tone flat.

Kento was dressed in a formal business suit, consisting of a blue dress shirt beneath a tan blazer, matching slacks, and light shoes. The holster for his blunt sword was subtly attached to his dress shirt, hidden by the back of his blazer. His necktie sported the same dotted pattern as the bandages wrapped around his blunt sword, adding a touch of coordinated elegance to his appearance.

“Plenty of Jujutsu Sorcerers are oddballs, but since he worked for a company, he's got a good head on his shoulders,” Satoru explained, his arm still slung over Kento’s shoulder. “He's a first-grade sorcerer too.”

“I'm sure no one would want to hear you saying that about them,” Kento retorted, pushing Satoru's arm away and adjusting his sunglasses with a practiced motion.

“Ex-salaryman? Why didn't you become a jujutsu sorcerer from the start?” you asked, stepping up to stand beside Yuuji, your interest piqued.

“We should greet each other first,” Kento said, bowing slightly. “Nice to meet you, Itadori-”

“Y/n,” you insisted, interrupting him. “Call us Y/n and Yuuji.” You pointed at yourself and then at Yuuji.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n-chan, Yuuji-kun,” Kento corrected himself, prompting Yuuji to bow in return.

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you too,” Yuuji said, his voice friendly and eager.

“Please take care of us,” you added with a polite smile, bowing as well.

Kento placed a hand on his hip, his expression turning serious. “I studied at Jujutsu Tech, and one thing I learned…” He paused, his tone filling with disdain. “Is that jujutsu sorcerers ARE SHIT!” Your eyes widened in surprise, glancing at Satoru, who only responded with a playful wave. “Then I worked for a typical company, and one thing I learned is that work IS SHIT!”

“Really!?” Yuuji asked in disbelief, his eyes wide.

“If both are equally shit, I'll take the one I'm more suited to. That's the reason why I came back,” Kento explained.

“That’s dark,” you mumbled, exchanging a glance with Yuuji, who nodded in agreement.

“Yuuji-kun, Y/n-chan, please don’t believe I share the same mindset as Gojo-san,” Kento said, crossing his arms. “I trust and have faith in him,” he continued, as Satoru looked at both of you with a smug expression. “But I do not respect him!” he finished, making you chuckle. Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh.

“I hate the way the higher-ups do things, but I believe in rules and regulations,” Kento started to walk toward the door. You and Yuuji followed closely. “This conversation is dragging on,” he remarked, glancing at both of you. His gaze lingered on Yuuji. “In short, I don’t recognize Yuuji as a sorcerer either.”

“Huh?” you let out, your voice tinged with surprise and a hint of anger.

“Even if Yuuji does carry the bomb we know as Sukuna, please make an effort to prove that you are useful,” Kento said, his tone stern. Your polite smile wavered slightly.

“Nanami-san, Yuuji-chan has only been on one mission, but he managed to exorcise a special grade curse. He also saved everyone at our old school by swallowing Sukuna’s finger, preventing other curses from getting it. I appreciate your concern, but you're making it sound like my brother is Jujutsu Tech’s dead weight” you said coldly, your eyes narrowing.

“Imouto…” Yuuji shook his head at you, making you pause. “He’s right,” he added, looking at Kento. “Lately, I've been forced to realize how weak and useless I am. But I'll become strong. I have to be strong, or I won’t be able to choose how I die,” Yuuji declared, his tone filled with determination. “I’ll make you recognize me even without that advice. Just give me a bit more time.”

“No, say that to the higher-ups, not me,” Kento replied nonchalantly.

“Oh, right,” Yuuji said, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Frankly, I don’t care!” Kento added, his bluntness making you frustrated.

“Okay, I get it!” Yuuji said, placing a calming hand on your shoulder to stop you from reacting impulsively. It was clear this guy wasn’t thrilled to have both Itadori siblings under his wing at all.

-

You looked eerily calm as you glanced at the mangled bodies the forensics team was placing in the ambulance. The corpses were twisted in ways no human body should be. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out the annoying sobs of the lady who sold movie tickets. Opting to go back inside the movie theater, you ducked under the police tape, walking toward Kento and your brother.

“Can you see it? This is the residual taint of cursed energy,” Kento asked Yuuji as they looked at the seats where the body had been earlier. Kento then pointed at the exit.

“Nope, I can't see anything—” Yuuji blurted out.

“That's because you're not trying to see it,” Kento explained, glancing at you as you approached them.

“I can't see it either, but I can smell it,” you said pointing at your nose, smiling politely at the blonde man.

“What? Really? What does it smell like?” your brother asked, astonished.

“Doesn't matter,” you dismissed, making Yuuji deadpan. Ever since Yuuji learned about your abilities, he realized how dismissive and lazy you were at explaining them. It was probably the reason you managed to hide them from him for years. He thought you were spacing out because you were lost in your own world. But that did not seem to be the case.

“We typically see curses as if it's perfectly natural. When a cursed technique is used, it leaves traces behind,” Kento explained. “That's what residuals are. But residuals are much fainter than cursed spirits. So please focus on your vision and look closely.” Kento encouraged, Yuuji placed his hands on the sides of his face, looking intently at the exit.

“Oh!” Yuuji said in excitement. “I can see them!” He laughed.

“Of course you can,” Kento said in an ‘obviously’ tone. “Sensing them before seeing is the standard for one who is capable.”

Yuuji deadpanned, disappointed. The three of you then began to walk out of the theater, ducking under the police tape.

“How about being a little more encouraging?” Yuuji asked Kento.

“I won't praise or insult you. I adhere to facts and judge on that basis. That is my way of doing things,” Kento explained, placing his hands in his pockets. “There was a time when I mistakenly believed that society operated the same way. But that’s a story for another time.” He added, “Let's follow the trace.”

“Yeah! Let's go all-out!” Yuuji said determinedly, placing his fist in his hand.

“No, we'll use moderate effort if that is what's required,” Kento added, making Yuuji deadpan again. “Let's go.”

The three of you followed the curse residuals, with you lazily trailing behind the two of them, walking up the stairs. ‘God, you hate the stairs.’

“There wasn't anything on the surveillance camera, right?” Yuuji asked Kento.

“There was only one young man aside from the victims,” Kento confirmed.

“So the curse spirit was behind it?” Yuuji asked.

“Well, most likely,” Nanami answered, reaching the door that led to the rooftop. Grabbing two umbrellas from the holder, Kento handed one to you and one to Yuuji. He then opened the door, as you and Yuuji walked behind him. “There's a small chance the young man could have done it,” Kento added, rain dropping on him and soaking his suit. “But identifying him is the police’s—”

Sensing something, you quickly glanced behind you, your eyes following the unsightly creature.

“Lunch… Lunch… Lunch… Lunchbox!” The creature repeatedly muttered. Curses shouldn't be able to speak at all, unless they are special grades or higher. Pointing your index finger at it, about to let out a small ‘bang,’ but Kento stopped you.

“I'll take care of that one,” Kento said. “Both of you handle the one over there.” He added as Yuuji threw his umbrella aside. Both you and Yuuji glanced where Nanami was pointing, seeing two curses: one white with vertical teeth and another orange, tears streaming down its face. Both equally unsightly.

“If you feel like any of you are in trouble, please tell me,” Kento added, making you sigh in irritation.

“We're not weak,” you muttered, gripping the umbrella.

“Have some faith in us, will you?” Yuuji added.

“It's not a matter of being weak or having faith,” Kento answered, unclipping his blazer and fixing his tie to unrestrict his movement. “I am an adult, and both of you are children. I have an obligation to prioritize your lives over my own.” You briefly glanced at Kento, who was approaching the curse muttering ‘lunchbox.’ The way he insisted that you were a child almost reminded you of your old teacher. Almost.

“I'd rather be underestimated than be treated like a child,” Yuuji said beside you, standing in his fighting stance.

“You've faced multiple life and death situations. But that does not make you an adult,” Kento answered, pulling out his cursed weapon. “Finding more and more fallen-out hairs on your pillow. Your local store no longer has your favorite bread. Experiencing little losses like these is what makes people grow into adults.” Kento then pointed his weapon at the curse. Still lost in thought, the orange curse went on to attack you, causing Yuuji to panic, but Pochita quickly emerged from you, punching the curse away. Not enough to exorcize it but enough to push it away.

“Pochita,” you sighed in annoyance. “I told you not to meddle in my business unless I told you so, didn’t I?” you added, as Pochita whimpered and receded back. You closed your umbrella and focused, soon after your head morphed into a demonic, mechanical shape with long, jagged fangs and a chainsaw handle on the back. Large chainsaws emerged from your forehead, and arms.

Ever since your training for the exchange event, your close combat skills have gradually increased, giving you the opportunity to use the abilities of those you control. While it only lasted for a few minutes at best due to the drawbacks such as blood loss, having a weapon you could immediately use was very useful.

This also decreased the need for you to constantly carry a cursed weapon.

Yuuji glanced at your form, despite already knowing this ability of yours, because you showed it to him a few weeks earlier while he was still training with Satoru. He couldn't help but feel unnerved by the sight but also couldn't help but admire the way you stood with confidence and a hint of cockiness.

“You're so cool, Y/n-chan,” he added, before focusing his attention on the white cursed spirit. You went on to attack the orange cursed spirit, Kento’s lecture muted out as your focus was solely on the opponent in front of you.

As the rain poured down, you launched yourself at the orange curse spirit with a confident smirk. Your chainsaw roared to life, cutting through the air with a deafening sound. The curse screeched, its grotesque form twisting in an attempt to dodge your attack. You moved with a lazy precision, each swing of your chainsaw calculated to maximize damage with minimal effort.

The orange curse lunged at you, its grotesque limbs flailing wildly. You sidestepped effortlessly, your chainsaw carving through its arm with ease. Blood sprayed, mixing with the rain as the curse howled in pain.

Meanwhile, Yuuji engaged the white curse spirit. His fists moved in a blur, each punch landing with a resounding impact. Despite his apparent enthusiasm, you could tell he was focused, determined to prove himself. He dodged a swipe from the curse’s vertical teeth and retaliated with a powerful kick, sending the creature stumbling back.

“Stay focused, Yuuji,” you called out, your tone both commanding and dismissive. “Don't let it overwhelm you.”

“Got it!” Yuuji replied, a determined grin on his face.

As the orange curse spirit recovered, you narrowed your eyes, sensing its next move. It charged at you, but you were ready. With a swift motion, you brought your chainsaw down, slicing through its torso. The curse’s body split apart, leaving it limp on the ground.

“Too easy,” you muttered, smirking widely as the chainsaw retracted back, wiping off the blood gushing from your nose.

You glanced over to see Yuuji finishing off the white curse spirit with a powerful punch that shattered its head. His excitement was palpable, his energy infectious.

“N/n! N/!, Have you seen my new moves?” Yuuji exclaimed, punching the air with enthusiasm as his cursed energy slowly dispersed.

“Hmm, I did.” You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips at his excitement.

“Were you two listening?” Kento asked, having effortlessly dispatched the curse he faced. He walked over to the two of you, adjusting his tie as if the rain soaking his suit was of no consequence.

“Huh?” Both you and Yuuji looked at him in unison, confusion mirrored in your expressions. Kento only deadpanned, his usual stoic demeanor unwavering.

Glancing back at the orange and white curses, you noticed them twitching again. Sighing in annoyance, you raised your index finger, preparing to finish them off, already unable to borrow Pochita's ability due to being at your limit.

“Sorry, I'll finish this off—” you began, but Kento cut you off.

“Y/n, don't finish it off yet!” he ordered, making you look at him in confusion. Kento approached the two of you, showing you his phone with a photo of the curse on it. “I took a photo of my opponent.”

“What? I thought cursed spirits didn't show up in photos,” Yuuji said, clearly confused.

Curses aren't supposed to be seen by ordinary humans, much less by cellphones. Realization dawned on you, an almost sadistic smile crawled up your face.

‘Such a fascinating cursed technique,’ you thought to yourself, your face in shock, a flicker of desire sparking within you. ‘It's almost as if I want it for myself.’

“Please stay calm and listen,” Kento said, placing a hand on your shoulder, mistaking your sudden quietness for shock. “What we've been fighting…”

You leaned in, your interest piqued. “Go on,” you urged, your eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

-

“Yes, they are humans.” Shoko's voice blared from the phone. “No, more like we're humans,” she continued as you intently listened, your eyes locked on Kento's phone on the coffee table. Kento handed you and Yuuji a towel, muttering a small thank you as he did.

“The same as the three from the theater. Their bodies were forcibly altered by a curse technique,” Shoko explained.

“If that was all, I would have noticed at the start. The two we fought possessed curse energy, like cursed spirits,” Kento said, sitting down on the sofa at the side. Glancing at your brother, you sighed a bit at the guilt displayed on his face.

‘He’s too nice,’ you thought to yourself as you placed a hand on his back. ‘Even we knew back then. There's no way we'd be able to save these supposedly humans.’

“You have to ask the culprit about their technique to explain that,” Shoko said. “Though there is evidence that their brain stems were tampered with. Most likely to create a state of confusion and impaired consciousness.”

“Yuuji,” you quietly muttered, your attention already away from the phone. He did not answer but he leaned his head to yours. Unsure of what to say, you kept quiet, not minding the dampness of his body against yours.

“If they can manipulate the brain, it might be possible for them to give cursed energy to humans. The connection between the brain and curse energy is still a black box to us,” Shoko continued.

“Are Y/n and Yuuji listening?” Shoko asked. Yuuji only muttered a small "yes" in response.

“To sum it up, these guys died of shock from having their bodies modified.” Despite the monotonous tone, a hint of reassurance was in it. “You two did not kill them. Don't you two dare think otherwise.”

“Right,” Yuuji muttered as Kento ended the call. “Either way, the gravity of that is the same to me. But still, this…” His grip on the towel tightened. “This isn't right!”

Lightly pushing your brother's weight off your own, you stood up from the sofa and glanced at the window. The rain continued to pour outside, mirroring the heaviness in the room.

“Yuuji, we can't change what happened,” you said softly, also carefully— not wanting to upset your brother even more. “But we can make sure it doesn't happen again right?”

Yuuji looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and sorrow. “I know, N/n. But how do we fight against someone who can do this? Turn people into… into these things?”

You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. “By understanding our enemy and their techniques. I know a bit about modification but we can't be sure if our techniques are entirely the same. We need to be prepared for anything.” You paused, looking at him earnestly. “We’ll get stronger, Yuuji. Together.”

Yuuji nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. “Together,” he echoed, the warmth of his smile offering a moment of solace amidst the chaos.

Kento, who had been silently observing, interjected with a steely resolve. “Those residuals were a bluff, likely meant to lure us in. Our foe is quite skilled,” he said, his tone carrying an undercurrent of respect for the opponent's cunning. He stood up, adjusting his suit with a sense of purpose. “It looks like this will take more than moderate effort. So let's go all out!”

Yuuji looked up at Kento with admiration, his smile widening and determination solidifying in his gaze. “Right!” he added, his voice full of resolve.

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kape?: https://ko-fi.com/cyllres

endnotes: I really really hate referring to Nanami using his first name but I have a first name only format when nararating characters and it pisses me off if I break that format. (Also if I had any mistakes, please tell me okeh, smtmes I get first names and last names mixed up. Also do y'all want me to write a character profile for Y/n? Just in case any of y'all are confused with her abilities.

Also I'm so close to downloading those fucking dating apps just to look for a dzaddy. Funny story actually, one of my guy classmate (that I never talk to because I'm a socially inept loser that stammers when strangers talk to me) saw my fucking TINDER profile. He was yapping about how unexpecting it is for me to be there blah blah blah. Lil that bitch knows I write smut in my TUMBLR and overall a chaotic person in the net LMFAOOO.

Anyways I love you all guys. Hope y'all are having a nice day/evening!

[bouquetface]

Hello, I'm here to give feedback for the astro game!😊 You are right about the respected career title, I'm working on it right now lol.😅 And honestly, we sound like we have a lot in common. I know people say that we look for the qualities of our 7H planets in other people, but I feel like it describes ourselves, too. I can definitely see the same Saturnian traits in myself.🥲  You described them as more Mercurial after marriage, probably due to my Mercury in 7H of D9, but I have also heard that this placement can give multiple relationships, like the partner may have more than 1 relationship at a time (cheating), while my Saturn in 7H of D1 indicates loyalty, so idk which holds more weight. I do appreciate a good sense of humor though and I am guilty of being a bit brutally honest often, too.🫣 I also like people who are adaptable and open to talk things out maturely rather than just constantly arguing. It was a bit disappointing to hear that they may be a bit of a blabbermouth though lol cause I prefer my privacy.🤐 I've also read that Mercury in 7H can give a good-looking, youthful spouse. I've seen that Priyanka Chopra has Mercury in 7H of D9 and her husband, Nick Jonas, seems to fit that description, so could that be true? But, I have Saturn in 7H of D1, as well, so I'm not sure if spouse will be older/younger or handsome. I also really don't want to end up with a Momma's boy with a nosy, evil mother-in-law, that's like one of my biggest fears about marriage!!😭 I've read that Ketu in 8H can also mean that the partner's family may try to override you and involve themselves in your relationship, so I'm pretty worried about this. And dang, with the partner's "reckless financial choice", that just solidifies my decision to keep my finances separate! Thank you very much for the eye-opening, detailed reading!!🩷 You were really on point with your predictions and I definitely enjoyed reading it!🥰🌹

Hello

Mercury in 7th can give many relationships. Yours is debilitated in the sign of sag & does aspect Jupiter - this can create an abundance of connections. However, that doesn’t necessarily mean you will have multiple marriages. You can have many relationships - platonic, romantic & in business. 7th is connected to relationship with clients as well. Due to your career, it shows you may have many clients & connections. So I believe that can be the outcome of your mercury in 7th instead of multiple marriages. Especially since Jupiter is exalted in the 2nd House. You and your spouse will likely be very wealthy.

I would suggest not expecting the same outcome as celebrities on your chart. The nakshatra, signs, aspects & really the entire chart can give you a drastically different result. And we often do not truly know if their birth time is correct.

For ex: To my knowledge Priyanka has mercury in aries in the d9. And to my research, her birth time is someone else’s claim as she has never shared her birth certificate with the public.

Her DK planet (which represents the spouse) is in Cancer. Yours is in the opposite sign of Capricorn. This will give very different results.

It is more likely for you the spouse is older or same age. They may look younger but I don’t believe they will be younger. They are more likely to a driven and dedicated person. Boss type energy.

Your marriage to me is more like Seema Bansal’s marriage. She is the creator of Venus Et Fleur. She works with her husband. They have built a company that is worth millions. Power couple. However, of course your marriage won’t be the exact same. That is why it can be risky to compare charts.

For ex: They work together. I believe for you in and your spouse, you each have your own individual career’s that make you a lot of money doing. And they own a florist company. For you and your spouse I feel your career’s are ones that are traditionally respected like lawyer, architect, engineering and doctors.

And I completely agree with you about not wanting a mama’s boy!! The good things is ketu in 10th of d9 indicates the couple is detached from outside matters. The couple prioritizes their own home and happiness. So regardless of how in-laws feel, it is likely you two will focus on your home.

As well as Sun in 10th and Venus being exalted in d9. Your reputation as a couple is very powerful. Your relationship will be seen as ideal to others. And Sun in 10th in d9 shows that one has the power to overcome any “enemies” & obstacles.

I hope this helped provide clarity! Ty for your feedback.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Lyall cursed under his breath when the door creaked as he opened it. He didn't want anything disturbing and walking up his little girl.

Rosie had finally fallen asleep. She had cried all night. Her sobs had been like daggers to Lyall's heart.

Lyall knew she had become close with the Black's first born. But he didn't know it was this close.

They were kids, innocent about whatever happened in this fucked up world. But Lyall knew Sirius was destined to grow up to be just like his nasty father.

Orion was a horrible man who had done horrible things. Sirius would be the Heir for the Company. He would take his place. And Lyall didn't want Rosie to get involved with any of that.

Rosie might've not understand it now. But Lyall was doing the right thing keeping her away from that bloody family. Or at least he was trying to convince himself of that.

Lyall sat carefully on the side of the bed. His daughter was sleeping tightly, hugging a very strange doll and a walkie talkie. In her arm there was one word written: Sirius.

Lyall sighed profoundly. He rubbed the ink out her daughter's arm. She would have to forget about that boy.

Lyall kissed her head and stroked her hair.

"My sweet princess... I will not let anyone hurt you" he whispered in her ear "Especially not a Black"

"Lyall..." someone whispered from the door.

Hope was a wonderful woman. She was a dreamer and an optimistic even if they had gone through the worst. Lyall knew she wanted to be a teacher. Not work as a maid for The Black Family. Not having to stand Mrs. Black's drunk episodes. Lyall felt guilty for all of that. She deserved better than what he could give her.

"Let her sleep, come on"

Lyall gave Rosie one last look before walking to the door. He felt a strong urge to cry. Rosie looked so delicate and fragile. And Lyall hadn't loved anyone the way he loved his daughter.

Lyall closed the door behind him and leaned into it tiredly.

Hope put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go grab some dinner before the bar closes" she said "Rosie will be hungry when she wakes"

"I swear this is only temporary..." Lyall said looking around the Motel they were staying in "We will find a house soon"

"With the money Mr. Black gave you?" Hope asked "I don't like using it"

"We don't have much choice" Lyall snapped "We are practically on the street!"

Hope didn't look happy but she knew Lyall was right. Her eyes filled with tears.

"You know how powerful they are" Lyall added more carefully "Even if I told the police what Mr. Black was doing, he would've find the way to save himself. And he would do something against me... At least taking the money would give as a house, food and shelter, and a nice school for Rosie"

"She got pretty attached to that boy" Hope cried "They are just kids"

Lyall hugged his wife.

"I just want my daughter to be happy"

Lyall swallowed his tears as well. He didn't want anything else. He was doing all of this for the two most important girls in his life.

"And one more thing..." Orion had told him before Lyall walked away. Lyall had his fists clenched on his palm. If Orion wasn't that rich and important, he would've punched him. But he just waited until Orion spoke "Make sure to keep your daughter away from my son... Sirius is going to have many women in his life. But he needs girls who are at his level, don't you think, Mr. Lupin?"

Lyall shook in anger.

"Don't worry, Mr. Black" Lyall turned "I am the first one thst doesn't one my daughter near your son. Especially if he is going to become like you"

Orion smiled evily.

Lyall saw Kreacher getting closer. But Orion raised his hand to stop him.

"We have an agreement, Mr. Lupin"

Lyall felt how Kreacher and another security guard practically pushed him out of the house.

Lyall didn't tell this part to Hope or anyone else for a long time.

He hated The Black Empire and everything that had to do with them. Lyall promised himself he was not letting Rosie see one of them again.

But things changed as years passed. He didn't expect Hope to die. He didn't expect his child to be transgender and that to complicate things between them. As Remus grew and grew, he didn't see Lyall as his hero. He was the villain of the story. And worst of all, he didn't expect for Remus to see Sirius again. Worse fall in love in him. It all got out of his hands. But Lyall accepted it for his son's happiness.

Lyall was putting Sophie to bed. He had been thinking about how he used to hold Remus just like that when he was a baby. How his heart jumped of his chest with joy. How much love he had for his child.

Sophie made a sound and Lyall shushed her.

"Daddy is here, my princess" he whispered as he bounced her "Go to sleep"

He hoped he didn't ruin it with Sophie like he did with Remus.

"Lyall!" Sandra's voice was heard from outside. Lyall hoped Sophie wouldn't wake up "Remus is here!"

Something about the worry in Sandra's voice gave him chills down his spine.

Remus....

Remus rarely visited. He lived with Sirius in a flat in the city. They talked over the phone but not for long. Remus didn't like spending time with Lyall because they always ended up fighting. Mostly because of Sirius. But for many many things as well.

Lyall put the baby down and ran downstairs as quickly as he could.

Remus was at the door, shivering from the cold. He was wet from the rain. And Sandra was helping him to take off his wet coat.

"Come inside, darling" Sandra was saying "Let's get you warm"

What broke Lyall's heart was his son's sad expression. He was hurt. Someone had hurt his Remus.

"Remus..."

"Dad..." Remus' voice sounded broken and lost.

"What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Sirius broke up with me"

Remus broke down crying. And Lyall's first instinct was to hug his son. Hearing Remus sob like that, made Lyall's heart break into a million pieces.

He didn't know the details yet. But all he knew was that Sirius had broke his son's heart and not only that, he had kicked him out of the flat. Lyall could see Remus' bag on the floor.

Lyall felt pure rage against Sirius Black.

Lyall's eyes filled with tears. He had sworn not letting a Black hurting Remus. And he had failed. But Lyall was going to be there for his son. This time for real. This time, they would fix their relationship and get along.

"I promise, Hope" he thought "I promise"

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

First Step

I wrote this over a year and a half ago, when I first thought of writing for Jesse. This is the first step in the direction of Jesse's healing, and I'm excited for him to get there. Don't worry! The whump is not over. We have new characters to introduce and a lot of emotional torment on the way!

Masterlist

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Jesse held the bag that held everything he owned tighter to his chest, slinking down and attempting to sink right into the car seat, despite the pain. He couldn’t remember ever riding in a car, but he never lifted his eyes to look out the window. It was dark outside. He was scared. There was nothing else he needed to know.

How are your girls? You shouldn’t have left them. You’re a bad pet. A bad boxie. You’re horrible. Terrible. They’re going to die because you’re not there. They’re going to get lost. Taken. You were the only one who loved them enough and you left them. You’re evil.

Jesse squeezed his hand so tight he could feel it break skin. He would have four little half moon cuts on his hand if he looked. He hoped it would be four anyway.

Mrs. Perez had tried speaking to him when they first left, but soon gave up when he didn’t answer and now only focused on the road. Some news station filled the silence but Jesse wasn’t listening. He tried not to think. He was just staring at the shoes on his feet, clutching the backpack to his chest, and trying to breathe. If he let himself think then he would cry and scream and beg Mrs. Perez to turn around, and he didn’t want to. Well, he did want to, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t.

It was seemingly hours before Mrs. Perez spoke again. “They're my grandchildren.”

Jesse looked up at her, neck twinging a bit. “Hmm?”

“My grandchildren run this safehouse. Cooper and Contessa. Cooper bought it with money he made when he sold an electrical company he'd started when he graduated college. Contessa helps out sometimes. She’s still in school. Studying fiber arts.”

“Oh. So… will you visit? To -- to see your grandchildren,” he clarified. His heart lifted at the thought of seeing someone he knew, who had helped him, maybe every so often.

She smiled apologetically. “I’m afraid not. They can’t risk visitors leading anyone there. Especially since I’m so close to the situation. You're the only one who even knows I have grandchildren, as much as it breaks my heart.” He nodded, the hope falling away. He took a deep breath in and reached up for his collar. “They’re good people,” Mrs. Perez continued. “We’re almost there, and you’ll be safe.”

The pit he’d been ignoring grew bigger. “We are?” He forced himself to look out the window and found that they were in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, porch lights and shaded windows lining the way. He swallowed down some panic trying to get through. “That… was fast.”

Mrs. Perez said something. He didn’t really hear her, and he couldn’t really respond as his jaw locked tight, shaking slightly. They turned down one street, then another, getting closer and closer to his new home. He worked to turn off his brain, not allowing himself to freak out no matter how close to the surface it was.

Evil evil evil boxie evil…

The car stopped. Jesse’s head jerked up. A house sat in front of him, old car in the driveway. The pit got bigger, consuming him as he clutched his backpack even tighter, heart pounding.

“This is it. Let me talk to Cooper for a moment first okay? I’ll come back for you, but then I’ll have to go.” She went to open the door and Jesse’s hand shot out and gripped her arm.

He forced his mouth open. “I don’t want to be here,” he whispered. Mrs. Perez frowned, reaching up to put her hand over his. Tears fell from his eyes, entire body shaking as he cracked. “I don’t -- I don’t want to. I don’t know these people. I don’t -- I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed! The girls need me and I left them and Mr. Bakeman is going to be so so upset with me! It -- it was my job to stay with them and I left!” He could feel the hysteria catching up to him, he could feel the shudders rolling through him, hands in tight fists. “I -- I shouldn’t have done that and I have to get back, I have -- have to go. I can’t be here, I don’t want to be here, I -- I can’t -- I --”

Mrs. Perez took his shoulders and held him tightly. “Jesse. Look at me and take a deep breath.”

Jesse held her arm tighter and felt a shudder run through his body. All his breaths were short and shallow weren’t they? He had to breathe deeply but he wasn’t sure he quite remembered how to do any of that anymore and oh he couldn’t breathe -- he couldn’t breathe --

His lungs unfroze and he sucked in a breath, and then another.

“Do you remember what you said to me last night?” Mrs. Perez asked, rubbing up and down his arms.

“I said I shouldn’t leave them behind,” he said desperately, blinking away more tears.

Mrs. Perez shook her head. “You needed help. You said you didn’t want to go back. That you were scared.”

"I’m scared now,” he confessed, looking at the house.

“Not for your life. Jesse, look. Look at me. You did what was right. What you had to do. The girls will be okay, they are not your responsibility.”

"Yes th--”

“No,” she said so firmly Jesse had to suppress a flinch. “No Jesse. They are not. I’ve told you. They have parents, and will be taken care of. You need to be taken care of too. Don’t you want this to stop?”

He bit his lip to hold back a sob and nodded. Of course he wanted it to stop. More than almost anything else in the world.

Mrs. Perez wiped away some tears with her thumb. “It won’t stop if you stay there. You have to heal, Jesse.”

“What if I can’t?” he whispered, almost too scared to even say the words out loud, like that alone would manifest them into being true.

Mrs. Perez tilted her head to the side and smiled sadly. “You can. But you need to focus on yourself to do it.”

Jesse didn’t quite know how to say what he wanted to. He still didn’t think he could get better, it just didn’t seem possible. He didn’t want to focus on himself, he didn’t like what he saw and what he felt. Inside him was dark and full of fear and hate. It was all only moments away from rushing to the surface and if he thought about it all too long then he would break entirely.

Instead, he only dropped his arm.

She smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

Jesse let the fuzz in his brain take back over, tuning out all thoughts. He took deep breaths, wiped away his tears. Mrs. Perez knocked on the door and the silhouette of a man answered, hugging her. They talked, gesturing back to the runaway sitting in the car. Jesse ducked his head. When he looked back, their heads were close together, the man nodding. He stayed in the doorway while Mrs. Perez came back to the car.

“Okay, Jesse. You take care.” She held her hand out.

He looked back at the man standing in the doorway, kept one hand wrapped around his backpack, and reached out for Mrs. Perez. And before he could think too hard about it, he grabbed her in a hug, backpack squished between them. She hesitantly put her arms on his waist, rubbing his back in a painfully familiar way. He buried his face in her shoulder, putting everything he wanted to say to her into that one last, brave hug.

Thank you for watching the girls. Thank you for helping after the break-in. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for not looking the other way. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you.

Then Jesse let go and walked away, rubbing at his red eyes, knowing that if he didn’t do it then, he never would.

Her grandson was probably in his early thirties, all tan skin and dark stubble. He smiled as Jesse made himself step onto the porch. “Hi, Jesse. I’m Cooper, and this is my house. Would you like to come inside?”

Jesse was almost eye to eye with the man, he probably would have been if he wasn’t still ducking his head, but Cooper seemed impossibly bigger and older.

Jesse never thought about getting older. He would think about the girls growing up, about all the things they would accomplish and places they would go, but he was never in those thoughts. Getting older, having a future… they didn’t seem like things that would be for him. His future was blank, and dark, and had no happy ending, whichever way he tried to spin it. His future made the weights heavy and the pit bigger.

There simply was no future when every moment was spent trying to survive the present.

Part of him dared to hope that he was done surviving.

The car pulled out of the driveway and drove away, red tail lights casting an ominous glow on the house and street. He noticed a fancy 89 screwed to the siding and a weird feeling prickled on the back of his neck. Ugly number. Bad number. He thought that maybe he should take it as a sign that this had all been a horrible idea, and now he was just stuck there to suffer a new kind of torment with new kinds of people.

Jesse blew out his air, looking back at Cooper waiting patiently by the door. He stepped inside the house, and tried not to flinch as the door clicked shut behind him.

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[sleepy-achilles]

So wrestlemania 23 Dad vs son.

How did everyone feel before, during and after the match?

Awe? Disbelief? Omg dad is awesome! John is awesome!

Now this. This is good. Because I had a reason to rewatch this match. (Despite their match in London being way better than their wrestlemania one, it's still good)

The Family of Destruction- Fighting Family

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"No support? Seriously?" John asks. "You want me to go against my own papa? Cmon now Johnny boy" Leon huffs leaning back in his chair. "I just want some advice. I've never fought Pa at wrestlemania" John sighs. "An I have?" Leon asks confused, cocking his eyebrow at the older man. "No but you've fought taker at wrestlemania" "I wouldn't really call that a fight. We were on the same team" "Are you only saying that because you got betrayed or injuried?" John asks. "I was out for nearly a year because kane forgot i was a fifteen year old boy." Leon huffs. "For someone who was born in this company it is quite impressive that you've never lost." John comments. "I mean yeah but one day the fans will get tired of it" Leon shrugs.

"Back to my main problem" John sighs. "Its not a problem. Just know you ain't facing papa in that ring, you are facing hbk. Its wrestlemania, he will put on a show that, win or lose, the fans will only talk about him years to come" Leon tells him. "God we are tag team partners. We shouldn't be doing this" John groans tilting his head back. Leon chuckles. "If it makes you feel better cas has money on you winning. Her, hunter and steph will be sat front row, hard cam side." Leon shrugs. "Do you have money on me?" John asks. Leon looks at him. "I know pa doesn't want any big time belt anymore. But if he sees an opening he will take it." Leon explains. John nods. "So don't give him a opening. I got it." "Oh and watch out for his slap. It's a real bitch." Leon huffs standing up.

Shawn and Leon have had their fair fights. Of course they have. Their like a more heartbreaking kane and taker. Nothing hurts the fans like father vs son. It's the reason John's came to Leon and not taker. "He won't see you as his son. He'll see you as just another superstar." Leon tells him. John nods. "And god he has a flithy mouth. He can trash talk. Don't let it get to you." Leon chuckles. "Noted." John smiles. "Just give him a hug once it's over. Back stage or in the ring. Help bring him out of whatever mind state it'll put him in. And...ah fuck it. Stay safe, both of you." Leon yawns. He has a match before theirs, defending his darkness title against the boogeyman.

"Leon?" John asks as his baby brother starts to leave. "Yeah?" Leon asks looking back at him. "Thank you" John smiles. Leon huffs. "Dont make me regret it nerd" Leon grunts before walking out. John can't help but smile. His brother wasn't a bastard all the time. Just some.

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John jogs on the spot as he warms up. The show is starting soon. Which means he will be fighting his Papa soon. "Hey johnny" cassie smiles as she walks in with taker. "Hey bug, dad" John smiles. "I know you've gotta warm up, I do too, but she wanted to say hi to everyone before the show" Taker explains. "Its all good. How's pa?" John asks. "Excited. He reckons yall will make magic tonight" Taker chuckles. "I hope so" John huffs. "Youll do amazing! Don't tell papa but I reckon you'll win!" Cassie smiles. "Ill try my hardest for you bug" John smiles as she hugs him. "Just don't hurt each other too bad." Cassie smiles. "I promise" John nods as Stephanie walks in. "Cmon bug we gotta get to our seats, especially if you wanna watch lee" steph calls. "Okay! Bye daddy! Bye Johnny! Good luck and have fun!" Cassie calls before running off.

Taker looks at John. "Hes gonna use the fact he's your father against you. Don't let him. Take it from me, he will feed off your failures, he will fight dirty and he will play mind games" Taker warns him. John's eyes widen. Takers giving him advice? "Play him at his own game kid" Taker smirks. "The moment you see a weakness? Don't let it hide. Play on it. Use it. That man is a different breed at wrestlemania" Taker explains. "Thanks dad" John smiles. "Anytime son. And hey, hunter owes me 50 if you win so, win it for me yeah? Knock the show stoppa down a few pegs" Taker smirks. "How much you got on shawn winning?" John asks. "Oh cmon John, happy husband, happy life. I owe Leon 100 if he wins." Taker chuckles. "No way Leon will give you 100!" John scoffs. "He bet hunter 100 you'd win" Taker smirks. "So if I win you gain 150 and Leon loses nothing. If I lose Leon still loses nothing." John chuckles. "Hes smart. Gotta give him that." Taker chuckles. "Look, forget the nerves. Just have fun tonight. That's all that matters." Taker tells him. John nods. "Thanks" "Anytime. I've gotta get ready, see you later" Taker stretches as he walks out.

John's nerves were starting to lessen.

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"Johnny!" Shawn calls. John pauses and looks at his Papa. "Hey pa" John smiles. "I just wanted to say. No matter what happens tonight, I don't mean it and I love you" shawn chuckles. "I love you too pa" John smiles. Shawn cups his face. "Its about having fun, alright? It's wrestlemania, we go out there and blow their minds. Whatever it takes." Shawn smiles. John nods. "Oh and don't take it easy on me or I'll make sure sweetchin music hurts more than normal" Shawn smirks patting John's cheek. John chuckles. "Im sure after whatever hell you have planned for me my morals will fade" John jokes. "Good. I'll deliver hell straight away" Shawn smirks pulling back. "See ya out there partner" Shawn nods before jogging off.

John was feeling good.

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Leon huffs as he kicks his feet up onto the barrier. "Glad you could join us" hunter smirks as Leon adjusts the ice pack on his head. "Yeah yeah, couldn't miss your face when you find out you have to pay me 100" Leon smirks. "Shawn is winning this" hunter snaps. "Johnny's got it" cassie smiles as her daddy joins them. "What happened to you?" Taker asks from besides Leon. Leon glances at taker who's holding a icepack against his ribs. "What happened to you?" Leon mocks. Taker chuckles. "Hey daddy" cassie smiles moving to her fathers lap. Cassie smiles and waves as shawn blows her a kiss and mouths I love you. "She was chanting and cheering for you both, the entire match" Stephanie smiles. "We heard. Trust me" Leon yawns as the match begins.

Luckily, the glares both Leon and taker gave fans got the stars some peace to watch the match in. So they truly could focus on the match.

"Ooo I knew he'd do it" Leon huffs as shawn slaps John. "Mean swing on him that one." Taker shivers. "Yeah but he's going easy on John. That man ain't seeing stars." Leon mutters. "Of course. Favouritism isn't it?" Taker smirks.

They watch the match. (In other words..I do not want to rewrite the match.)

"Papas crazy!" Cassie gasps as shawn does a moonsault to the outside. "You know it" Leon nods as he pops one of the ice cubes from his bag into his mouth. "If that boy can stand after this match I'll be shocked." Taker mutters stealing one of Leon's ice cubes. "If pa can I'd be shocked. For a man with a near career ending back injuries he takes a hell of a lot of hits on if" Leon scoffs hitting his father's arm. "Shawn's got this win in the bag" hunter smirks. Leon smirks. "Of course he has" Leon nods.

They watch in awe as they keep countering each other. "Ill give them this, I am enjoying this match. You know, concussion and all" Leon yawns. "Stay awake, I can't be fucked to wake you up every three hours" Taker orders. "Go on papa! Go on John!" Cassie yells. "Not so loud" Leon whines. "Go on shawn!" Hunter yells causing the younger man to glare at him.

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John's nerves left him quickly after the slap and his father was no longer stood across from him. It was just another superstar. He was no longer holding back.

He could hear his siblings cheering for him and shawn.

He could feel the pain.

He could feel the adrenaline.

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Hunter sighs and hands the money over, watching in shock as Leon hands it straight to taker. "Of course" hunter groans handing taker money. "Pleasure doing business with ya" taker smirks.

Leon suddenly jolts forward, hundreds of emotions rushing through him at once. "You good kid?" Taker asks. Leon's eyes widen as he looks at John.

John hunches over, emotions suddenly overcoming him as he glances at his laid out papa. He did that. No one else, he did that. All for a stupid belt. He wipes at his eyes as he's handed the belt. Even as he stands and his hand is raised nothing feels good about it. He lowers his hand and moves to his Papa, falling onto his knees next to him.

"Papa?" He asks quietly. Shawns eyes fall open and a lazy smile grows. "Hey bud" John helps him sit up. "Im sorry" John whispers. Shawn looks at him and tilts his head. "What for? That was an amazing match" Shawn smiles. John's eyes widen. "Just another day Johnny. We are still good. Still tag partners and still cooler than leon" Shawn smiles. "I heard that!" Leon yells. This causes John and shawn to laugh as they hug. "At least we ain't concussed" Shawn huffs glancing at the boy. John chuckles. "I don't know yet. Ask me in a few hours" he smiles.

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Cassie holds Shawn and John's hands as they walk down the hall. "You two are so awesome!" Cassie smiles. "Thanks bug" Shawn smiles at the girl. "Im feeling good about that match" John nods. "I reckon we can do better. Knock em off their feet" Shawn comments. "Yeah? You down for another fight?" John asks. "Of course. You? It wasn't bad was it?" Shawn asks. "I'd love to" John smiles.

They pause at the sudden groan. All three turn around to see taker and Leon leaning against each other, starting to eat the ice cubes from takers ice bag, Leon's empty one rested on his head. "I think we need to get them to joe" Shawn suggests. "Yeah, I'll help Taker." John huffs moving towards the man. "Cmon lee" Shawn chuckles taking the boy. "Im fine" Leon slurs. "Looks like we were the only safe ones tonight" John chuckles. "Hes concessed. I just hurt my ribs" Taker points out. "Im not...yeah..yeah I am.." Leon huffs resting his head on shawns shoulder. "You both did great tonight." Taker states. "Yeah real proud. Can.can we go home?" Leon asks.

"Yeah yeah, let's go" John chuckles.

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NOTES

Oh yeah

I got completely lost and lost check of the ask

But I like the out come.

Maybe.

I'm tired.

Idk.

Enjoy? :)?

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I wrote this several years ago on my old blog and was thinking on it. It's still true. So I'm sharing here as well....

What's wrong with you?

I got asked this today. Twice. Both times elicited a different response.

The first person who asked was a friend and given that it was meant in a joking manner, my response was "Shit. I forgot to carry the folder with the list of things the doctor's at the asylum gave me. Do you think I'm going to get in trouble for that?"

The second person I'd never seen, met or spoken to before and my response was "Uh..."

Totally brilliant right? I thought so. It was eloquent, witty and just all around perfect in shape, form and fashion. Truly, I have the most astounding wit. It is unmatched and unparalleled and this stranger was duly impressed with me and now we're so totally besties.

Not!

So what is wrong with me? The only answer I can come up with is I'm human. That's what's wrong with me. I'm human and can be inanely stupid, sparklingly brilliant, off the wall bonkers, or just fucking mean at any given moment. I'm made up of millions upon millions of different thoughts, ideas, feelings, memories that all get packed together into this tiny little space and what comes out is, well, this person that walks around I call Me.

She can be a real pain in the ass at times and utterly adorable at others (if only you could see me laughing at myself right at this moment).

Course that's not how anyone ever means the question. No, it can't be as simple as that and bet you money if you answer it with "I'm human" they will roll their eye at you and walk away (unless they are that really great sort of person that snorts and laughs--in that case you should immediately pounce on them and become friends. Seriously. Do not let people like that get away. Those are the type of people who when you say someone pissed you off, grab your hand and go skipping down the lane with you singing "We're gonna beat someone up." You want those types of people in your life, but I'm digressing here--I do that). They want you to somehow supply them with a real answer. One that that fits into their idea of the world.

Fine, sit down. This is going to take a while.

Hahahaha! No, I'm not going to list a shit load of faults for you people. That's silly, because that's not the answer those people want either. They don't give a shit what actually makes your brain tick or why you are the way you are. What they really want to know is where the hell you got the balls to open your mouth and say that without thinking twice about it. Especially if it's something that wouldn't be said around polite company. Even more so if it's some hot button issue where there ain't any doubt whatsoever that someone is going to take offense.

They are probably jealous that they aren't brave enough to say something like that themselves.

OK, I lied a little. My filter (you know the one that keeps people from saying inflammatory shit off the cuff at the exact wrong time?), yeah it's got a short in it. It works a hell of a lot better when someone is paying me to be nice, I admit. Not that I'm not nice. I generally am pretty nice to be honest, but seriously, I have trouble with these random trains of thoughts that push the well thought out reasoned response I have out of the way, beat the fuck out of it with a baseball bat before gang raping it and then jumping out of my mouth before I know what's happened. The results can be... Uh... Pretty messed up at times. Sometimes it's this nervous babble complete with giggle and other times these outrageous statements that have everybody backing up a few steps (except for those few special people like I mentioned before).

Because of this, I spend most of my time with my mouth shut (unless I'm among friends like I stated before) around people I don't know well. I am not well socialized. (I am well adjusted. Swear. Got the paperwork to prove it. We don't need no medication.)

I lost the point again. What the heck is wrong with you doesn't actually require an answer. I just have the insane urge to try and answer people when they say it. And it is insane, because really they don't care what the answer is. They have already made their judgement based on whatever tom dickery, kinky fuckery, jaded blast, or violently uttered statement that just came tripping out of your mouth and it's done. You don't get that moment back. You can't do it over. You are now the raving lunatic, or possible deviant in their mind and that's that. They might warm up to you eventually, at some later point, when they realize how harmless you actually are (and yes I'm fairly harmless. Mostly harmless anyway. Did I mention I carry a titanium spork for personal protection? See? Mostly harmless), but that first impression lingers.

Of course, if whatever came out of your mouth was interesting enough to make them really want to know what the heck is wrong with you, they'll stick around to find out. They'll keep coming back. I've made several good friends this way, thank all the little gods above and below.

I know I'm not the only person who does this, who acts like this. Trust me. I'm surrounded by them at work on a daily basis. Truthfully I think most people wish they could be more like that. I mean, I've never heard anything just randomly blurted out that I found was offensive (that is NOT a challenge universe. Swear!). Most of it I think is pretty funny. Some of it a little strange, but I like it! I like it a lot. That's how I know that if I can get past this nervous babble thing I've got going on (I can even freaking babble in emails as well as IM conversation. Honest. It's a skill, I'm telling you), and gather my courage well enough, we'll probably end up being friends.

I'm not real good at it, never be the social butterfly, but at least I'm trying.

I like making those friends smile after we are friends even more. I love making them smile in fact. My day is better if I've made someone in that small group of special people I call friends smile.

So what the heck is wrong with me?

I'm me.

Now what the heck is wrong with you?

No I actually want to know. I want to know what makes you you. Be you for me. Be unique. Don't hold back. I want to know what makes you tick. I honestly do, because... Well because you are human like me. Imperfect. Crazy. Horrible. Violent. Loving.

Wonderful.

What the heck is wrong with you?

[aliypop]

Back To Black : Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,304

Writers Notes: So Chapter 1 was a little clunky and I’ll definitely go back to fix it, but lets hope for the better with Chapter which is taking place in the middle bits of Season 2 and the beginning of Season 3

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes

Pairing: OC ( Eleanor Williams ) / Thomas Shelby

Plot: What happens When the Williams Family makes their grand return back to London from a war stricken France to only find the rocks of war and the runts of crime the Shelby family slowly leaking into their world,

1922 - The Pearl Club

"Are you sure that's all of it, boss?" Myrtle asked, counting over the money they had made, "If it isn't someone's losing a fucking finger..." Eleanor scoffed. She knew that there were times when others would rip her off clean from under her nose, but not anymore. Eleanor would come on top even if she had to kill to do it.

 "Can we just hurry this up?" Eleanor asked, her patience wearing thinner than her nightgowns. "We're going as fast as we can." Virginia rolled her eyes,

 "Besides, why does it matter to you." Virginia questioned, "Is the virgin pearl meetin, someone."

"I'm fucking sick of you, you know." Eleanor laughed, pushing her sister away, 

"Yes, I have a meeting.No you don't know them." she rolled her eyes, 

"Can I-"

"No, you can't come either. It's a two-person party." Eleanor nearly beamed. Sure she was excited to discuss the distribution of Gin with Thomas no interruptions, just him and her talking, getting to feel him out as even as a potential alliance between families, especially with his other businesses. They maybe could've been a great partner. Hell, even friends, if either one allowed it. 

"Fine, then I'll be out with Ada anyways?"

"Who's Ada?"

"Don't worry about it." Virginia smirked, tilting her hat, toothpick in her mouth, "You just try to have a goodnight." she turned to look at her sister, "That isn't going to happen. It's just strictly business." she mumbled under her breath, "Just business," walking to her library she looked over at a couple of books, some that her grandfather had gifted and some from her mother that Eleanor kept around, but no matter what, Eleanor always went back to The Hunchback of Notre- Dame, reminding her of the side she wasn't always proudest of,

 Yet everyone who knew always seemed to remind her of it. Opening the book, she lost track of time, engulfed in the beauty of France she wished to know until she heard a soft knock at her door.

 Grabbing for her gun under her draw, Eleanor closed her book, peeping over the lamp, sitting to her right,

 "Enter slowly... hands up-"

"Songbird, It's just me and some young man who says he knows you," Louis said, poking his head in,

"Did he give a name?" 

"Thomas Shelby... Eleanor Vadoma Williams, he's bad news..." 

"Know your onions, and so are we," she gave her father a nod. Watching him walk in, she noticed his hat was missing, his hair a bit tussled, 

"I assume one of my girls searched you?" gesturing to his head, "They did. I'll say it's been a first to encounter a group of solider women." he laughed as she gestured to the seat across from her, 

"I'm sorry if it all seems strange. It's protocol with the shutdowns of clubs going on." Eleanor smiled, taking out a cigarette as Thomas leaned in to light it, the slight whiff of his scent gracing her nostrils,

 "Nah, I get it, same things going 'round Birmingham." lighting his own cigarette, 

"So what can I do you for Mr. Shelby."

"Tommy, call me Tommy."

"Well, Tommy, how can we here at The Black Pearl Oyster Company help you." she began to lean in closer towards him, 

" You said you could export my Gin." 

"Of course, and for half the money Solomon's charging you,"

"Is that so."

"He may know Gin, but we own a jazz establishment where the Gin is cold and the piano's hot."

"Well, Ms. Williams..."

"Eleanor, call me Eleanor."

"Well, Eleanor, what makes you so sure I'd want to do business with you."

"I know you have several of your men positioned outside, ready to strike if I don't give you what you want." snapping her fingers as the scuffle of heels was heard, 

"But I have several women ready to fire if you think of making a wrong move." Tommy snarled. He always enjoyed a  cat-and-mouse game, but if she wanted to play coy, he wouldn't allow her to. 

"Tell me, love, what're you tryin to get out of me."

"Nothing," she lied, and he knew it. He could tell how her body tensed when his ice-blue eyes pierced her soul. 

"If I had to guess, your club is failing in drinks, and you want to prove to your daddy, you can make the cut before he relinquishes your power to someone deemed fit." his words, like knives, just because he was right didn't mean he had to say it, 

"You think you're so fucking clever, don't you, 'cause you're a rich girl, and you get what you want by snappin your fuckin fingers."

"Careful, Shelby. You're one insult away from starting a war," she said behind gritted teeth, standing up from behind her desk, 

"What the fuck do you know about war."

"My entire life was a war, but yer heads so far up yer ass ya ears are so full of shit you wouldn't know what someone TRYING TO HELP YOU sounds like!" Tommy stood up, stomping his cigarette onto her wooden floorboards, standing closer to the woman before him. He was as furious as the devil sitting in a church next to God himself. But this time, he couldn't turn away, 

"You watch your fucking mouth and how ya talk to me." Tommy growled, "Or what. You'll shoot me." stepping closer towards him, not afraid of the man before her, "Nah, I don't shoot women, but I'll make you regret the day you ever crossed me."

"Then make me... Mr. Shelby," pushing him up against her bookcase, his hand around her waist, he was surprised she made the first move. 

Flipping her so that he was looming over her. Eleanor looked at his lips, then his eyes, then back at his lips, "Have we got a deal..." she asked, feeling his lips trail down her neck, his hand hiking up her dress, he hadn't even done anything to the extreme, and she was already lost,

 "I want half of what the house makes," he whispered in her ear. 

"I can... Fuck do that." his hands crept up her thigh, "Good girl," he leaned in to kiss her. Eleanor's eyes were closed, ready to feel his lips on hers again. Inches away, she could feel it her hands tangled in his hair.

BLAM

"Oye, what's takin you so damn long-" Arthur shouted, kicking her office door in noticing how disheveled they both looked,

 "Tommy, we're fuckin leaving by order of The Peaky fuckin Blinders." 

"We can discuss this further over dinner." kissing the corner of her mouth Tommy took her cigarette, puffing on the rest that was left. 

"What was that about Thomas," 

"Business, something you're too drunk to know about." he teased, taking back his hat and his guns, 

"Besides, we want to move up in the world. The Williams could be our ticket to a better life," the two began to walk outside the club, passing a Mercedes Benz along the way. "John quit flirting with the enemy," Arthur growled, watching his brother surrounded by a group of women, 

"And where's Finn. Aye, Finn!"

 Sitting by Tommy's car next to Finn was Claudette wearing her nightgown and robe, the two both keeping watch. "So, hows Isaiah doing." she asked, making small talk, something she was never good at, "Well, he and Michael got arrested," Finn began to laugh, 

"For what?"

"Settin a pub on fire." 

"And he got caught," she scoffed, "How fucking pathetic, everyone knows if you're gonna burn something to the ground, you wait when everyone's asleep or get someone else to do it," she rolled her eyes, "It's common knowledge,"  she grumbled as Finn laughed, at that moment he could see all the attraction to Michael leave her eyes, and he could hopefully slip into her heart if she'd let him, 

"Well, you know there's this girl I've been seein and-"

"What's she like?"

"She's something..." Finn started as Claudette sat closer to him, "She's fiery, short-tempered, got curly hair like cotton candy." he began to swoon, his freckles more apparent by his blushing, 

"Does she know what you do?"

"She's a big fan of it, sometimes even a big help," he smirked, "Did you tell her you like her?" she asked, feeling a drop of rain. He placed his overcoat and his hat on her head, 

"No,"

"Then tell her!"

"I like you."

"Yeah, just like that." she nudged him, "Same tone and everythin."

"Finn !!." Tommy shouted, looking as he saw the two in the car, 

"Will I see you at The Garrison,"

"Will Isaiah and Michael be there?"

"Yes."

Small Heath

"You know I might have feelings for you," Virginia said, leaning in the kitchen doorway, "I've had them since the day we met." Ada smiled, making a small breakfast for the two before Virginia headed home. The house was small, or at least it's what she thought, of course, not knowing that just behind those walls was the gambling den with all the information she could send back to Andre if his pompous heart desired it. "Yeah, right." Virginia laughed, giving her a quick kiss on the nose,

 "It's true," Ada chuckled. Ada and Virginia didn't really have a title for what they were. They were happy, and Karl was calm in her arms whenever Virginia held him. "Ada, are the boys here...Who the hell is this? Polly asked, looking between the two, 

"Mrs. Shelby, I'm a friend of Ada's" looking her up and down, Polly gave a smirk, knowing what was going on, "And is that your friend's lipstick on your suit collar Ms.?" she questioned, 

"Virginia Williams, Mrs," her face red and bashful, 

"And are you Catholic, Ms. Williams." taking heed of the crucifix adorning her neck,

"Pol!"

"We've already got a no-good singing Protestant running around here. We don't need another tarnishing the faith." Polly commented with her cigarette as Virginia snickered, 

"I was raised Catholic, never miss a prayer or a service unless I have to," Virginia grinned. Polly still studied her, but the harder she tried to, she couldn't see anything that would tempt her off, 

"Polly, we're just friends," Ada stated as Virginia gave her a wink, 

"And so were a few of my close friends." Polly chuckled, "Your secrets are safe with me." Virginia pulled Ada close giving her a quick peck on the cheek, 

"I should get going."

"You'll stay, and you'll eat. A workin woman such as yourself needs a good breakfast if she's going to run a successful brothel." Polly winked, 

"You've heard of me?"

"I knew your aunt very well..."

"Mr. Shelby, there's a woman at your 'ouse." a street kid said, running up towards him as another followed, 

"She was in there with Ada, an another with 'er same colour came off the train just early today." Tommy nodded, 

"Thank you, now go buy yourselves something good, eh." walking into The Garrison, 

Tommy went inside his private room, where he usually played cards or had family meetings, but this meeting was different. Sitting across from him was his brother Julian, who looked terrified.

 "We've gotten soft on ya, brother, mostly cause Pol feels sympathy for ya, and you know that," folding his hands on the table, 

"I understand you want to show you're a big boy to hold your own, but you're still fucking sloppy." he nearly spat out, 

"Tommy, I-"

"I wasn't finished fucking talking. You think we're idiots not knowin you were sneakin off to London putting company money into a fucking brothel," he laughed, 

"How'd you know..."

"Hired a Lee boy named Lorcan. Lee's say he's a good spy and assassin, Pol says he's our half brother." taking a sip of his whiskey,

 "Are you kickin me out the family," 

"No, Polly says we shouldn't, " Tommy groaned, annoyed that he cared about Polly and her opinions, 

"Instead, I have a mission for you. "

"What is it..." 

"Well, I heard your club is hostin the Josephine Baker tonight, " Isaiah smirked as Claudette rolled her eyes, sipping on her sarsaparilla, 

"You heard right." she smiled, "Thin is I don't get to meet her," she sighed, 

"Why not?" Isaiah questioned,

"I'm not allowed in the club when it's opperatin." 

"Who's rules are those?" Finn asked, raising his cup of beer to his lips, 

"My parents... and my sisters," 

"Sounds like Polly and Tommy," the boys both said, a sneaky, taunting slither in their laugh, 

"If you wanna do  something, warn your brother that those men over there are plannin to ambush him."

 "How'd you know that?" Finn asked as she sipped through her straw, 

"You can take the girl out of Small Heath Birmingham, but you can't take Small Heath out the girl."

London

"Eleanor, can we talk..." Andre asked, ushering his sister off stage, "Can it wait?" walking past him to her dressing room, "No, it can't, my office now." his grip on her arm was tight. Andre threw her past the doors and into his slightly smaller office. He then looked up at his sister, "What do I owe this meeting to?"

"A check was written out to The Shelby Company Limited without my permission," 

"I don't have to do everything with your permission." Eleanor mumbled, "You may be the oldest, but I'm the leader," she stepped up to him, "The Shelbys are gonna eat you alive, Solomon told me himself." his cigar hanging from his mouth,

 "And when the main one, Thomas fucks you over like he did Sabini and takes everything this family worked for, good luck ever talking to me you here," he snarled at her, his words like a leash around her neck, 

"He's going to fuck you over and leave."  

"Isn't that how business goes." Eleanor winked, sure she knew what he said could be right. After all, things had been a bit different since she'd met Tommy, and the atmosphere around had the scent of the devil, a familiar one she'd dealt with many times and shook hands with, "Eleanor if you talk to him I-"

"You'll sit there and hide behind your fucking numbers trembling behind your revolver." 

"Eleanor-"

"Shush."

"Don't you fucking shush-"

BANG!

"Ouch!" Claudette groaned, feeling the door hit her in the back, "Eavesdropping gets you nowhere, Ms. Willaims," Eleanor teased, "Now, if you excuse me, I have to get changed," she sighed, 

"And see that Ms. Baker and Claudette arrive at their destinations safely," she ordered, going into her dressing room. There sat Jessy holding a dress, Abigail with the matching hat, and Rose with the gloves,  "When I said  you three would go to protect me, I didn't mean for you to dress me as well." she laughed, 

"Virginia says to impress a client, you simply must impress yourself," Rose said, watching as Eleanor stripped out of her costume, 

"I'm not going to impress him. I'm making a deal." Eleanor shrugged her shoulders, her face fuming red with a blushed tent on her cheeks." But you like him." Bernadette said, standing at the doorway, 

"It's just business, mother," 

"Then why pull out those earrings." her tone dropped, "Why not the ones your father gave you." she sighed, garnet and gold coin pleated earrings in her ear, 

"They're blessed with luck." Eleanor smiled, "Which is what I'm going to need dealing with this man."

"Just remember you're The Pearl for a reason." her mother sighed. The Pearl was only a name of a club to Eleanor. It was the facade she'd put on for her mother, to be her angel who'd never tarnish her soul with unfit men like her grandmother. However, meeting Thomas Shelby at the Candella tea room, not too far from her home and his apartment, was Eleanor.

 "Impeccable taste." she thought, looking around the room. It was beautiful, just like she remembered when her father first took her. " Ms. Williams, may we?" the host said, feeling her up for weapons, "I suppose so since you've already started." she rolled her eyes, 

"She's with me." his voice made the hairs on her neck stand up. And the breath in her body leave, 

"Of course, sorry, Mr. Shelby," 

"You just love watching me sweat, huh." Eleanor began to grit her teeth, "I don't trust easily, sweetheart." he looked at her, noticing her earrings. They looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. "Neither do I." she shrugged, ushering her to her table. He helped her remove her fur coat, pulling out her chair, 

"Lady's first."

"What are you getting at," she asked, removing her gloves, 

"Just wanted to talk business over tea and cherry flan, perhaps even a few slices of a lemon pound cake."

 He mentioned hearing the sweet sounds of snickering, "Does Thomas Shelby have a sweet tooth?" Eleanor gasped, "There's something sweet about you I should've known." she teased as Tommy smiled a bit, "How does green tea sound?" Tommy asked as Eleanor laughed, "It sounds good, but have you ever had Orange Pekoe Black Tea?" she suggested, "No, I haven't."

"It's to die for. It can be a bit bitter, though."  Tommy watched her movements, never missing a detail. Her legs were crossed, and she'd been leaning forward toward him. Eleanor had been open and honest thus far, but he'd still test her waters, "I'll take your word for it." 

"So tell me, Tommy, do you take all your business partners to dinner?" folding her hands, laying her head on top of them,

 "Just the ones I can trust," 

"Well, let's cut to the chase then. Solomons wanted 100% of the company." she looked at Tommy, whose nose crinkled just at the talk of that deal, 

"Yet you both settled on 30%," she stated as Tommy nodded, getting lost in her eyes. The way the dim lighting managed made them sparkle. The gold flecks in her coffee-colored irises were illuminating. And for once, there was a calm quiet to his storm.

"Is that Correct, Tommy?" she asked, noticing the slight smile on his face, "Thomas..." her hand brushing against his. The tone of her voice was stern but soft and sweet. It was starting to become a voice he'd want to hear often. "Eh, yes, that's correct."

"Well, on behalf of the Black Pearl Oyster Company, I'd like to grant you 25% ownership, plus you will receive half of what the house makes on your Gin. As I stated, perhaps you won't push me up against a wall this time." she laughed, "I believe you did the pushin, sweetheart. But I think you liked it." he winked, "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Shelby." her face was a dark red tint that he luckily couldn't see. Shifting her head to the side, so she wouldn't stare into his eyes, she noticed something strange from the kitchen. Tommy followed her line of view, 

"You stay here..."

"I can handle myself." taking out a gun from her fur coat running into the kitchen. They saw no one else. But the one waiter with his pistol. Locked and ready to go, 

"You go right..." Eleanor said, 

"You don't get to tell me what to do." Tommy chirped back, 

"So you go left, distract him, and I'll fucking shoot."

"I don't think I will-"

  BANG! 

BANG!

        BANG!

Both Tommy and Eleanor hid behind the oven, the two shooting back. From the looks of it, he had to be one of Sabini's men taking their revenge on Tommy, and Eleanor was in the crosshairs for working with him. "Where the fuck are they..." she mumbled, talking about Rose and Jessy. Peering from behind the oven was Tommy taking a few shots at the man, a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Eleanor heard fired shots from the dining room, a smile on her brown features, 

"Can I have at him?" Eleanor asked as he offered her hand, helping her, "He's all yours, Ellie." 

Eleanor's short frame loomed over the bleeding as he begged and pleaded, 

"Who sent you."

"Puttana Romana Francese nera!"

"I think you're mistaking me for my grandmother," she shot him in the other shoulder, "Now, who fucking sent you." Tommy could see the very fire that he had in him in her eyes. There he could see her weakness clear as day, 

"Changretta ucciderà la tua fottuta famiglia."

"What's he saying."

" di' a Changretta che stiamo venendo per lui e per chiunque altro venga!" she  shouted shooting him in the kneecap 

"Complete utter poppycock." walking out the kitchen door,

 "Aye, Tommy, these ladies yours?"

"They're mine, Eleanor Williams, and you are."

"Johnny Dogs, lovely earrings. My mother 'ad a similar pair." he complimented as Eleanor smiled. It was nice to hear an Irish accent that wasn't her mother nagging her, "Anythin I can do ya fer. Mister Shelby, Ms. Williams."'

"I could go for a nice Irish Whiskey about now?"

"So could I." 

"So Virginia, my sister, who was 16, thought it would be hilarious to blow up a police wagon." Eleanor laughed as soft music played, "Of course, she's the privileged one out of us four," Tommy looked at Eleanor as he was dressed a bit more relaxed. The two had been talking and dancing for what seemed like hours in his London Flat, "Reminds me of the shit my brothers and I used to get into," he smirked, "Missed those days sometimes," pouring them both another glass of whiskey, 

" Tell me about it. The purest joy I had as a child was when we barely could afford scraps on the table," she sighed,

 "No one begging you for money or food cause you barely could afford anything," 

 "No one fucking botherin ya with their troubles." Tommy added, "You know. I thought you were always rich." he laughed, "Daughter to a woman from money who ran off with a man in Vaudeville. Her father was not happy. We had to wait for him to die to fully get his riches." she sighed, 

"You'd think having money makes your life easy... being on top, but when you've got this colour on you, it still isn't enough, no matter how innocent you try to appear to be, like a perfect pearl it'll never be-" 

Tommy placed his thumb on her cheek, circling her soft skin. Usually, this was the whiskey talking. But when she was looking at him as they do in  the films, he couldn't help but want to learn the taste of her lips or the curves of her body, "You're more than enough." 

He kissed her, a bit hungry and possessive at first, getting past the waxy taste of lipstick and the taste of honey cakes, smoke, and whiskey. "Tommy," her clouded eyes looking through her eyelids, 

"I'm sorry if I-"

"Kiss me again like you love me," she said. Pushing her up against the wall, Eleanor pulled him against her. She wanted everything he could give.

 She wished to carry everything he couldn't. Taking her hair out of its bun, he tugged on her long locks kissing the exposed skin on her neck, "What are you doing." she giggled, "Warming you up, sweetheart." he laughed, "Perhaps we could get warmed up in the bed."

 Raindrops fell amongst the window as Tommy and Eleanor laid there listening to the beating of it. Eleanor was wearing Tommy's shirt as Tommy laid there in nothing but his pants, 

"They say rain symbolizes unhappiness," Tommy said, watching the beads of water fall, his hands above his head, "That's odd. My mother always said it was a symbol of cleansing away sadness." Eleanor responded against him, "And what do you think it means." he turned to face her, the light of his eyes reflecting into hers. Eleanor began to scoot closer as he began to hum,

"Rain means many things, rebirth, melancholy, rain is the first kiss of first love. Perhaps even a lost love, it's magic and wisdom, freedom, sometimes redemption." she then stopped talking, "Sorry I was rambling," Tommy pulled her closer to him, 

"That's where you mess up."

"Mess up where?"

"Apolgizin, never fuckin say sorry." he began to hum some more, "I'm a  white pearl, after all, Innocent and simple" she traced out his tattoo, 

"I'd say you're a black pearl, fascinating and powerful." Tommy smiled, drifting off to sleep as Eleanor soon followed.

1924 Small Heath

"Something came in the post for ya, Tom," Julian said, running into the dining room of their childhood home, "Is it from her," Tommy asked, "The woman from New York, yeah," Julian responded, watching as Claudette looked at Finn, Claudette and Finn were sixteen years old now, and unlike Finn, Claudette was starting to feel alienated from her own family, they started keeping things from her, becoming too busy to talk to her, or when they did they'd only, talk about how she should be shadowing Eleanor or helping Virginia with the brothel, or Andre and numbers, she'd even started working the bar,

 But nothing was closer than her bond with The Peaky Blinders, "Oh, Lorcan says he'll be late, by the way. He went to go steal a horse." Claudette smiled, 

"Who's he stealin it from?" Finn asked

"My brother Andre." she laughed, "He's shit at picking horses, unlike me," she mumbled, "Oh, and Mr. Shelby," Tommy turned around to look at the short-haired pain in his ass call his name, 

"What is it now, Claudette."

"Eleanor has news for you."

"How soon can it wait."

"You should call her and see." stealing a glance at Finn, then back at Tommy, "And another thin." chewing on a toothpick,

 "What's that."

"When are you going to make me a Peaky?"

"Fucking never, kid." Arthur said, taking the letter out of Tommy's hand

[mercurial--supernovae]

Fuckin' PERFECT code names! XD -☀️

I can absolutely help with the assassination. Since you have wings, it might honestly be easier to get in from above. Keep tabs on if and when any airborne security is thinnest.

This route is even more tempting if the penthouse has a balcony or rooftop yard. You've likely used them in similar contexts before, but to cover all our bases, if your smoke bombs double as EMPs then they're the perfect catch-all tool for disabling cameras and spotting laser wires. Just make sure you send them into a room before you.

Also, luring the prey to where you want them to be is perfect for planning a getaway or ambush. Get in while they're away, and make things juuust off-kilter enough that they'll feel a need to investigate. Ideally done without touching anything directly. Wear gloves when interacting with anything in the victim's home to keep evidence tying back to you to a minimum.

If their back is turned, a hallway or other corridor is a tried-and-true fish-in-a-barrel method for rushing down your quarry, especially if they aren't expecting company. If you're hoping for a more straightforward brawl, infiltrating ahead of time can still allow you to plan for best and worst case scenarios. It's more dangerous and can lead to more evidence against you, but it seems like the sort of option you might be into. Nothing like turning their home turf into your own advantage to get them worked up and fighting sloppy. -🌙

As for the files, it's really handy to have a drive that's coded to download and wipe the computer by default. Trying to do that sorta thing manually can open ya up to an ambush if you're caught with your proverbial pants down. That's me speakin' from experience.

If ya know how to code or know someone who does, it goes a long way to snag yourself one. Offering a cut of the reward money may do ya good to sweeten the pot for any code jockey friends hesitant to mess with this sorta job. Oh, and a friend of mine is insisting I let ya know not to trust any sorta coded drive from someone ya don't trust, 'cause it could be coded for anything from viruses that fuck ya over, to literal ransomware.

ALSO! I almost didn't mention... They may also have passwords or other firewalls on their pc. Your swiss-army drive should ideally have measures coded in for that. -☀️

Good luck. And thank you for the code names. They are pretty fucking fantastic, I gotta say >w< -🌙

"Right, right. Good point Lunar Eclipse. Coming in from above would definitely be my best route. I can straight up avoid most of the security measures that way long as I'm careful playing my cards right.."

Bibi mutters thoughtfully, bringing up a screen in front of them with some building blueprints on it. All six of their hands seem to be focused on a screen, keyboard, or other such task. Their eyes flitting around from thing to thing.

"I think I know a good place for a stake out to monitor the airborne security. Oh or actually Killabyte might be better. Maybe could get me an idea of where everything in the penthouse is located ahead of time too.."

"Oh this is going to be fun."

A small spider esque robot skitters up onto his palm from where it'd been on standby. Kind of bouncing up and down slightly on it's legs in an eager manner.

"Hehe, ya you're excited to be in on the action again too aren't you?"

"As far as a drive goes Solar Flare.. I have a feeling Glimmer won't be too willing to code up anything for me at the moment.. I might know someone else but it may take some convincing. I'll have to look into it. Would be a hell of a lot more convenient than trying to do it all manually. I do have an old kill drive laying around but that sure won't help in the whole back up process..."

"Sure won't get me past any firewall or passwords either. Hacking's her specialty not mine. Hm. Whatever it'll take a few days for everything else to fall into place anyways I'll figure something out."

She frowns for a moment looking pensive, eyeing down the hallway over her shoulder before shaking her head.

"Oh, and I'm glad you like the code names. I usually go with Kill Joy for mine, but you're free to come up with your own if you want to come up with cool contact names. Sure not going to complain there."