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something important we can all take away from nathan mackinnon is that no matter how much u track ur macros and become lazerfocused on your job the whismy of gay sex never really goes away

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The Same Coin - Prologue

Javier Peña x F!Reader

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Summary: You and Javier Peña are begrudging coworkers—nothing more, nothing less. Two people with a job to do but very different ideas on how to get it done. Much to your dismay, things never go according to plan; not when it comes to Escobar, or anything else.

A/N: Soo I’ve been working on something in secret😌 This tiny idea has been on my mind for months now, and I finally had the time to sit down and think about writing it. This is going to be a short series. I wanted something soft & angsty without getting too deep into the plot of the show—of course, this is me, so my ideas got a little deeper than I planned. But I hope you like it! Special love & thanks to @hiscyarika​, whom I have bugged relentlessly and, though she’ll deny it, I would not have been able to write this without her❤️ Thank you for reading, and as always, feedback is welcome! 

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood 

You are not fond of Javier Peña.

It’s not so much dislike, or even distaste, really—but more of a...mutual disagreement on how things ought to be done. Not that either of you claimed to stand on any moral high ground, but you tended to keep things as clean as possible. Peña, meanwhile, had his methods. 

This is all more evident as you listen to the incessant sound of the phone that’s been ringing while he’s clicking away at his typewriter, taking his time before finally picking it up.

“Peña,” he answers, putting out his cigarette. He listens for a second before looking up, giving you a nod as he jots something down.

When he hangs up, he finishes typing before slipping the note into his pocket.

“We've got a lead,” he says hurriedly. He tosses his paperwork aside, opening the drawer for his gun and gesturing for you to do the same.

“Are you going to run it by the ambassador first?” you ask, though you already know the answer. You lean back in your chair with no intention of getting up. He always does things his way, regardless of what anyone tells him. You’ve worked with him long enough—a year? Longer? No one has the energy to keep track of these things. But it’s been long enough for the two of you to know exactly how to grind each other’s gears.

“I'd rather keep this one discreet,” he remarks, raising his brows with an unspoken Just go with it.

You glare up at him, unamused. “Peña, you're already walking on thin ice around here. You want me to put my ass on the line, too?”

He clenches his jaw and impatiently rests his hand on the desk, leaning towards you. He's got frustration in his eyes that probably matches your own. 

“All I'm asking is that you help us get just one bit of useful information to work with,” he whispers. You can hear the annoyance in the stain of his voice. “We're chasing our fucking tails with how they're doing things here—even Escobar knows that. Don't you get tired of following the damn rules all the time?”

“Why can't you get Steve to go with you?,” you counter. You cross your arms and bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to let your own irritation show too much.  “I think he'd be much better company for you,” you shrug.

Unfortunately for Steve—who was more of a friend than coworker to both of you—he could never pick a side. He was fine with it, though, always finding a bit of amusement in letting you two bicker.

“Sorry to disappoint, but they assigned Murphy to go with Trujillo today,” Peña answers impatiently. "You really think I'd ask you if I didn't need to?" He straightens, putting a hand on his waist and leaning to the side in that goddamn arrogant stance he always has.

You let out an irritated sigh, shaking your head but pulling your own drawer open anyways. Stowing the gun behind your back, you stand and follow him out.

“Don't worry. If we get caught you can pin it all on me,” he jeers. You shake your head, knowing he's patronizing you.

You’re met by the usual hot air and humidity as you step outside, walking towards his Jeep. Heat waves radiate off the ground, prompting you to roll up your sleeves and wish you’d dressed lighter today.

“This better be worth it,” you mutter as you hop into the passenger seat and shut the door.

“It’s better than doing all that paperwork and you know it,” he retorts, though his tone is calmer now. He’s always content whenever he convinces you to get in on his schemes.

You decide it’s not worth arguing over anymore and drop the subject. He turns on the AC and slips on his aviators before pulling out of the parking lot.

You’ve been driving for a while, listening to nothing but the sounds of street traffic, when you realize you’re in an area of the city you’re not familiar with. You’ve never seen these buildings before. Even the street signs look different, with names you’ve never heard of.

“Who’s the informant this time?” you ask, breaking the silence. You continue to watch the unfamiliar businesses and buildings pass your window.

“Classified,” he answers curtly, to which you roll your eyes. He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Right. How much can we trust this information?” you reply. 

“We can trust them,” is all he gives you.

You sigh and turn to him. “Look, Peña, I’m glad you have your code for your sources, but if you’re gonna drag me along on this stuff, I’d like to be more informed.”

“And I’m telling you that all we’re doing is staking out this address. Quica and his guys are supposed to be meeting there, and if we can figure out who they’re talking to we may be able to find a link to one of Escobar’s informants.”

Silence falls over both of you again and you look out the window, observing as people go about their lives.

You exhale quietly. Sometimes you ask yourself how you both managed to remain civil with each other. Work is work, and you have the same goal, after all. But it’s surprising just how many eggshells you’ve avoided walking over with him.

“Sometimes you have to do bad things to catch bad people,” he’d said to you once. You can hear the words in your head sometimes. You’re never sure if it’s a reminder or a reassurance.

Peña’s not an asshole, not in the way the CIA thinks he is. But you often wonder how you’d gotten paired up with him despite how differently you work. There’s already so much chaos here; you would prefer not to feed the flames if you had the choice. Peña seems to see the chaos as all the more reason to do everything in his power to put an end to Escobar. He’s got many...sources of information that he’s willing to use. You never ask where he makes these connections, and you don’t know whose methods are better, but you’ve never liked being fire to gasoline. 

When you make it to your destination—a small, quiet neighborhood—he puts the car on idle and points out the alleged location; it's a typical, innocent-looking flat, covered by some shade. Neither of you have anything to add, so it’s quiet again except for the sounds of people on the sidewalks. Some of them are sweeping their front steps or watering their plants, chatting quietly with their neighbors.

You both sit and wait for long enough that you start to question whether anyone was coming in the first place. You unbuckle your seatbelt and take a swig from your water bottle, resting your elbow on the window. You tap your foot on the floor of the car, which draws his attention.

Javier Peña is not fond of you. 

He glances at you for a split second behind his sunglasses. You only look mildly annoyed as you watch your surroundings. You’ve got one hand wrapped around the other, unconsciously massaging your fingers; a nervous tic you have, one he knows of because of how often you’re on these sporadic missions with him. He chuckles quietly without humor, wishing you’d be willing to bend the rules more. Between himself, you, and Murphy, there seems to be this spectrum of gray hues. This, he’s able to accept. But with new management and all eyes on the three of you now, it’s more important than ever for you to be on the same page. Someday you might see eye-to-eye with him. For now, you always do your part and he does his—getting the job done is all that matters, anyways. Whether you need to drown things out with a glass of whiskey or not, isn’t his concern.

Another twenty minutes go by when a car finally pulls up to the flat, and three guys get out. Peña sits up straighter. You stare in disgust when you realize one of them is, in fact, La Quica. You can’t help but feel relieved though; at least the informant was right. You ponder how far this information could move your case forward, watching as the sicarios laugh and walk towards the door of the flat. They smile as though they’ve never watched blood spill by their own hands.

Pendejos, you think when you see how nonchalant they seem to be. 

Until one of them looks towards the Jeep—and meets your eyes. Shit.

The guy turns and says something to the others, nodding in your direction. Did they recognize this car? You bite the inside of your cheek and your pulse picks up a bit. 

“Peña,” you whisper through closed teeth. 

You barely turn your head to look at him, but his eyes are locked on La Quica. You start to suggest driving away, but don’t get the chance to finish. A shot rings out and a bullet shatters the windshield as you both cover yourselves from the flying glass. It misses both of you, but when you turn back towards them, they’re all running. One of them shoots a few more times towards you as he runs.

“Fuck!” Peña hisses, cocking his gun as he opens the car door and runs after them. Not even a second passes before you get out and follow in pursuit, swearing under your breath.

You’re not far behind Peña when you run past the entrance of their meeting spot—a movement catches your eye, and you see another sicario, who takes off in the opposite direction. You turn on your heels and follow alone, firing a few times at him. He’s faster. The Colombian heat beats down on you as you chase him through the streets and narrow alleyways. He shoots at and misses you. You’ve almost caught up to him when he pushes a bystander off their motorcycle, driving away and leaving you in the dust.

“Damn it,” you mutter to yourself, catching your breath. More shots ring out in the background, and you take another deep breath before running back in Peña’s direction.

The streets are cleared of people now, and you have no idea where the other sicarios went. You follow the sound of another gunshot, turning a sharp corner when someone slams, hard, into your body. You let out a grunt and swear again before realizing it’s Peña, who steadies you before hunching over, panting.

“They got away,” you state; it’s not a question. He nods.

You don’t know where you are anymore and tuck your gun away as you look around. “Let’s go find the car—” you start, taking a step forward when he grabs your wrist. 

You turn to him questioningly, and he’s still panting when you notice he’s got his hand over his thigh. Your eyes widen when you see the blood that’s pooling around the hole in his jeans. He’s been shot. And he didn’t even care to immediately point it out, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Fuck, Peña—” you reach out, and he tries to take a step forward.

Before you can stop him, his legs give out and he collapses onto you.

~

Translations: 

Pendejos = assholes

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Ours (Connor Murphy x Reader)

HOOO BOI,, it took me a long time to finish this but here it is!! an adorable anon requested “Connor x reader with 'Am I scaring you?' :))) thank youuuu”, and i was happy to do it. enjoy, anon and everyone <3 :^D

Summary: One day, (Y/N) is assigned to be partners with Connor Murphy for a history project. What at first seemed like a nightmare come true for them eventually becomes a close friendship for both, and blossoms into something else later on. 

Warnings: Swearing, a shitty huge time skip, possibly OOC Connor

Words: 2929 ((oh wow my biggest work just yet aha))

*Note: Text in italic corresponds to the Reader’s thoughts*

(Y/N) hurried their step. History class was about to start, and Mrs. Goldsmith had a zero tolerance policy for late students. Looking through the classroom door, they let out a relieved smile upon noticing the strict teacher hadn’t started the lesson yet. Hurriedly walking to the nearest free seat, the student let down their backpack and started unloading the materials on the desk. After finishing, they started to lazily stare around the classroom until Mrs. Goldsmith decided to start teaching the daily lesson. Eventually, their eyes landed on the kid sitting a few chairs from them. Hunched over the table, wearing an oversized black hoodie, dark locks falling all over his face, he quietly picked at his chipped nail polish. What was his name again..., they thought, Connor... something? Gosh, I just can’t remember. They had heard some... things about the boy. How he was an insane drug addict. And how he beat up a guy who accidentally bumped at him once. Or how he was caught trying to sell his sister on eBay to get more money to buy crack. That kind of stuff. Admittedly, he wasn’t the most popular guy around. (Y/N) honestly doubted those rumors, they thought Connor just didn’t seem like he’d do those things. But, again, they’ve never even talked before. The teen was shook out of their thoughts by the high pitched voice belonging to the history teacher beginning the daily lecture.

“As you know, in this class you’ll be required to do a project that’s worth 35% of your final grade.” She announced, and a few students could be heard groaning. “I know, I know, not an activity you are all fond of, but rules are rules. Now, you’ll be required to do this in pairs, which I will be assigning shortly.”

(Y/N) stifled a cry of protest. None of their friends had this class with them, and pairing up with any of their classmates sounded like an absolute nightmare. They nervously fidgeted with a mechanic pencil on their desk while Mrs. Goldsmith finished explaining what the project would consist on, and started announcing the pairs for the class to hear.

“Kevin Johnson and Martha Dean... Phillip Smith and Dennis Brown... Samantha Riley and Jane Madison... (Y/N) (L/N) and Connor Murphy...” she continued to announce the names, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Connor Murphy! Oh, so that was his name.Oh. Wait.

(Y/N) finally realized just what that new acquired information meant. Connor Murphy. Connor Murphy. They were assigned to make a project with Connor Murphy. The alleged drug addict, classmate beating, sister selling Connor Murphy.

“Poor (Y/N)... Wouldn’t want to be in their place. Sucks to be them.” They heard a classmate say.

“Word. That Connor guy is seriously creepy.” Other agreed.

It couldn’t be that bad. They are just exaggerating... right?

“Yeah... I heard that the last dude to make a group project with him ended up in the hospital after Connor beat him up for getting a bad grade.”

Shit.

Ok, (Y/N), calm down. These are just rumors. You can say anything about anyone, doesn’t mean that it’s true.

... But what if this is?

“Ok, everyone.” The teacher called out. “While I write the details for the project on the board, you may sit with your assigned pair and start discussing what you’ll do for it.”

Fuck. Ok. (Y/N), you gotta do this. Get up and walk over to Connor Murphy’s desk. Nothing bad will happen. It’s not like he can murder you right now, there’s tons of people here. Right?

They got up from their seat and nervously walked towards Connor’s. Picking up an empty chair and sliding it next to him, they cleared their throat.

“Uhh, hey. I’m (Y/N). We’re doing this project together, it seems...” They tried to start up a conversation.

Connor only grunted in response.

“Cool, so... I was thinking... W-we could... uhh...” They stammered, nervous with the boy’s presence. “M-maybe... meet up a-at my place? T-tomorrow? Gotta get started as soon as possible, yeah?”

Connor suddenly straightened his posture.

“What makes you think I’m going to waste my Saturday doing this stupid fucking project with you?” He growled.

“Umm... b-because... it’s worth 35% of your final grade? T-that’s almost 40%... which is almost 50%...” they rambled. “W-which means this project is b-basically worth 50% of your f-final grade...”

Connor scoffed.

“Now you’re just rambling nonsense.”

“I-it’s n-not nonsense!”

“Do you always stammer this much around people?”

“M-maybe...”

He suddenly slammed his hands on the table, successfully startling the student before him.

“I knew it.” He smiled bitterly.

“K-knew what?”

“Am I scaring you?” He got closer to them.

“Y-you... I-I...”

“I knew it.” He laughed dryly and got up, picking up his bag.

“H-hey, Connor, wait a second...”

“Mr. Murphy, where are you going?” Mrs. Goldsmith asked, seeing the boy walk away.

He didn’t even answer her while walking through the door.

———

Connor ran his hands through his hair, walking down the empty school hallways. He never talked to (Y/N) before, but they always struck him as... different. They never gave him dirty looks whenever he passed by, or took part in any of the gossip people spread about him. But in the end, they were just like anyone else. The boy couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed.

He was jerked away from his thoughts by the noise of someone hurriedly running down after him. He wanted to peek a look at whoever was there, but decided against it, increasing the speed of his steps.

“H-hey, Connor! Wait up!” He heard the person say.

... (Y/N)?

Against his better judgement, the boy froze. Even though all his brain cells were telling him to ignore his classmate and keep walking, he turned around in their direction. The student had just got next to him, catching their breath from running down the hallway.

“What do you even want?” Connor spat, rather rudely.

(Y/N) stood up straight.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“You... what?”

“I... wanted to apologize. For... being afraid... of you? I mean...” The student stammered.

Wow. Were they really apologizing for their behavior? That was nice. And people being nice to Connor was new.

“It’s just... I’ve heard these rumors about you...”

Nope, there it was. Same bullshit as always.

“... but I should know better.”

Connor raised and eyebrow. Well, that was new, after all.

“They’re just... There’s no way to know if they’re true, they’re just rumors, after all. And I should at least give you a chance to prove them wrong.” (Y/N) explained.

Connor stared at his classmate, mouth slightly agape.

“I personally don’t even believe they’re true... I mean, what kind of person would try to sell his sister on eBay?” They laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Welp, that was basically the only true rumor about him there was. Half-true, since he did try to sell Zoe on eBay once. But as a joke, not in an attempt to get money to buy crack. But yeah, the sister selling thing was basically real.

He averted his gaze.

“Anyways, bottom line is... I’m sorry. I let all the whispering and gossiping get to my head when I shouldn’t have let that happen. Can you forgive me?” They pleaded.

The tall boy stared at his classmate, conflicted. They really were being nice to him. No one was ever nice to him. Maybe they were different, after all.

“Oh, what the hell. I do forgive you, kid.” He said after a moment, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” They beamed. “Oh, that’s great! I’m so glad. Thank you sooo much!”

Connor suppressed a smile. That was adorable. And he couldn’t believe he just thought that.

“Well... since that’s settled, can you give me your number? So I can text you the details for the project tomorrow.” (Y/N) asked.

“Sure.” He smiled.

———

Ever since that history project, Connor and (Y/N) only grew closer. Upon working together on it, the two found out how much they had in common, and in no time the tall boy found himself having someone to call a friend. A good, awesome friend, no other feelings involved. Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

The truth is, he fell for his classmate. Ever since that day where they showed so much sympathy, and treated him like he was someone, he couldn’t help but take interest in them. After some time, the fascination became a huge crush that Connor was not willing to admit was real. He kept saying to himself this was all just because of his extreme lack of human relations, that these feelings were made up by how much he craved a normal relationship with anyone, that he just fell what he did because (Y/N) was kind to him once. But, deep down, he knew his feelings were genuine. He loved his friend.

He really loved everything about them. The way they always tucked their hair behind their ears whenever they were embarrassed or nervous. How they bit their lip and frowned whenever the teacher said something they didn’t quite understand. The large smile they always gave to Connor whenever they se each other. How soft their hair looked, and how good they always smelled. Every little thing, every little habit they had mesmerized Connor like nothing else ever did. And he knew these feelings were dangerous, because in his head, there was no way someone like (Y/N) would ever want him.

The bell rung, signaling the end of the daily classes. Connor slowly packed up his stuff, thoughts about his classmate and friend filling his head, no matter how hard he tried to push those away.

“Hey, Con!”

Speaking of the devil.

“‘Sup, (Y/N/N).” He answered, not looking them in the eye, shoving his pencil case in his bag.

“I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me today and... hang out for a bit, y’know? If you wanted to?” They smiled.

“... I’d really like that, actually.” He couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile too.

“Good! I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance, then. See you!” They waved him goodbye, skipping their way out of the classroom.

Connor slumped against his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t let these feelings get any stronger than they already were. It would just damage what was his first friendship in ages, and strain his relationship with the only person who was always open to listen him and try to help. Rubbing his face with his hands, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache with the simple thought of not being able to have them near anymore, even as a friend.

“I’d rather have them as friends than not have them at all.” He muttered, shoving the rest of his material in his bag. "Better suppress those feelings for the sake of the friendship, I guess.”

Slowly, he got up and threw his bag over his shoulder. Not much time had passed since the bell rang, but school grounds were now significantly emptier. He dragged his steps towards the front of the school, where (Y/N) said they’d be meeting, crossing the huge glass doors. But he stopped dead on his tracks when he heard voices not that far away.

“He’s sooooo creepy.” One of them said.

“I disagree. Honestly? You should give him a chance. Connor’s a really sweet guy.” That was... (Y/N).

He felt guilty for eavesdropping, but he couldn’t help but hear what the object of his affections was saying about him.

“Yeah, right.” The other person scoffed. “I bet he’s just trying to gain your trust. Then he’ll kidnap you and sell you on those deep web sites when you least expect it.”

“Shut it, Samantha. You don’t know him like I do.” They almost sounded angry.

“Uhh, you’ve known him for months, tops.” The girl replied.

“Enough to know Connor would never do something like that. He couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to.” They sighed. “You guys seriously need to stop these pointless rumors and try to know him better.”

“Whatever, keep defending your little school-shooter boyfriend. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when shit hits the fan. Toodles!”

“H-he’s not—! Ugh, nevermind.“

There it was. The definitive, concrete proof that he didn’t have even a slight chance of (Y/N) seeing him as anything more than a friend. Connor couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten. He really was hung up on them, wasn’t he? Shaking his head, he made his way to his friend when he thought it was safe to come out of his “hiding”.

“Hey, Con! You’re finally here!” They grabbed his hand. “Let’s go! Movie marathon awaits!”

“Yeah, can’t wait. Let’s.” He muttered, only focusing on the warmth of their hand in his.

———

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be stupid, stay away from the kitchen! The killer’s obviously hiding there!” (Y/N) muttered, stuffing popcorn into their mouth.

They and Connor were currently sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some trashy old horror movie the boy found on the internet.

“... annnnnd there it is. Boom, dead.” Connor laughed.

“God, how could anyone be this stupid?” (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh.

“Hey, pause it for a bit, gotta make a bathroom run.”

“Done. Have a good time there.”

“I will, thank you.”

As the boy left the room, (Y/N) picked their phone up and began checking their texts to pass the time. After some time, Connor returned.

“Hey, who you talking to? Is it your secret lover?” He joked.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “It’s just Samantha pestering me again. Nothing important.”

“Samantha, huh...” The boy still remembered the conversation between her and his friend he ovearheard earlier.

“Yeah, what about her?”

Connor let out a sigh.

“I’m going to be honest. I may or may not have accidentally overheard she talking to you after school today.”

“Y’know, saying ‘may or may not’ does not really classify as being honest.”

“I’m trying to be serious here, (Y/N).” He ran his hands through his hair. “It’s just... are you sure you’re not... y’know... afraid of being seen hanging with me?”

“Why would I be?”

“The whole ‘Connor Murphy is a drug addict who tried to sell his sister on eBay to buy crack’ thing sounds like a pretty good reason. It could ruin your chances of making any new friends at that school.”

They grabbed his hands.

“Con, listen. I don’t care about what other people think. Who I hang out with is none of their business.” They squeezed his hands lightly. “And if people aren’t going to be friends with me because they’re being prejudiced against a friend of mine who they don’t even know, I don’t think I’m not losing anything big, really.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

They smiled softly at each other, (Y/N) getting closer and hugging the boy tightly. God, they were so close to him right now. The scent of their shampoo intoxicated him, the warmth of their body pressed to his was driving him crazy. He was so in love with his best — and only — friend. They pulled away slowly, and Connor took the time to examine their features. The shape of their face, the way their hair framed it, their beautiful eyes staring at him, their soft, kissable lips...

Next thing he knew, he was pressing his lips to theirs.

“Connor—!”

He suddenly realized what he just did.

He just kissed the person he was in love with.

He just kissed his best friend.

He just kissed his only friend.

He started to panic.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I— I don’t know what came over me, I just...”

“Connor...”

“It’s just... you’re so... God, you’re wonderful, and beautiful, and nice, and one of the best people I know.”

“Connor.”

“And everything about you is so perfect, and — God, I love you. So much. There, I said it. I love you, (Y/N). I’m sorry.”

“Connor!”

“I know it’s never gonna happen because you’re... well, you. And I’m me. I don’t deserve you. Plus, people would stare, and judge, and...”

“CONNOR!”

He finally stopped talking and looked at the one he loved, sitting right in front of him. (Y/N)’s face was redder than the couch they were sitting on at that moment. But they were smiling.

“I love you too.”

“You... what?”

“I have for some time now. But I didn’t want to tell you.” They looked down, averting the boy’s gaze. “I thought that what you needed most right now was a friend, not a romantic partner. So I kept my mouth shut and bottled it all inside me.”

He stared at them, in stunned silence. After some time, he let out a small smile.

“I can’t belive this.”

“But it’s true. Aren’t... Aren’t you happy?”

“I’m... really happy right now. So fucking happy.”

Taking their face in his hands, he pressed their lips together once more. This time, they kissed back, tangling their hands in his dark locks. He stroked their cheek with his thumb, they kiss passionate but still chaste and sweet. He broke it up after some time, resting his forehead against theirs.

“You really want this? Be with me, I mean?”

“Of course I do.”

“Dating me is a whole other level than being just friends. You sure you’re up for it?”

“Who cares what other people think?” They pecked his lips sweetly. “ No one else matters. This love is ours.”

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The Smash Bros. and Sky Williams Controversy, Explained

July 13, 2020 11:30 AM EST

After several accounts of misconduct, Sky Williams is the latest member of the Smash community outed for mistreatment and fraud.

Over the past week, we have seen numerous popular figureheads in the Smash Bros. community being accused of heinous crimes such as sexual harassment and pedophilia, with even more similar accusations coming about by the day. Earlier this week, however, a new allegation came to light and became the newest hot topic on social media.

Greg “Sky” Williams, a well-known and once-beloved Smash content creator, has been accused of terrible living experiences at the properties he managed, resulting in fraud. In addition, he has also been accused of owing several friends and members in the community a large abundance of money that was loaned to him due to reasons that ended up not being true.

The truth about Zero, Katie, and Skyhttps://t.co/lL9SluWR0X

— Jisu (@JisuArtist) July 5, 2020

Williams is known for housing prominent Smash players along with others at his “Sky Houses” in Southern California, which went on from 2014 to now. The accusations began after a former resident, Jacqueline “Jisu” Choe, wrote about her experiences inside the house she lived in and her interactions with Williams.

“Have you ever talked to someone where every single thing they say doesn’t seem to make sense, and yet they’re so adamant you might start to believe them,” Choe rhetorically asked. She added:

“To be honest, I don’t know why I didn’t come forward about this sooner; maybe it’s his large following, maybe it’s just because he physically towers over me, or threatened to ‘beat me’ several times at the house — I don’t know. Even as ‘jokes,’ I slowly grew to learn over the years that he is so full of shit and insane that I can’t trust him.”

Choe also went into more detail about how Williams would harass her to make commissions for him and that the one time she did, she wasn’t paid for her work. 

My experience as a roommate in the Sky house

Read: https://t.co/d0SK84WlH0

— Amphy

(@AmphyPop) July 9, 2020

Another artist, known as “JollyOxen” on Twitter, was specifically hired by Williams to move to one of the houses to work on video editing for him. According to JollyOxen’s fiance “Amphy”, things started out well until they got on Williams’s bad side. Sky told the tenants that they had to find a new location due to being evicted from the house they were currently at, leading to approximately ten people sharing a hotel room together until Williams found a new place in Hacienda, which specifically was know as the “Sky Mansion.”

After being promised the maid quarters of the mansion, the couple was instead forced to live in the garage with two other roommates, which they were told was insulated (it wasn’t), which caused them to suffer through heatwaves with no air conditioning. Another roommate was later added to their room along with a different tenant residing in the house storing extra belongings in their room. There was even a house cat that would leave rat heads in the garage. Amphy also explains how they were called derogatory terms like “garbage rats” and “slaves,” not being paid for work, but given an allowance of $100 a week, as well as being forced to share a single bagel with other people after giving Williams money to get them something to eat during food runs.

some notes on how the sky williams house worked https://t.co/i2lpmi0L4c

— ffSade (@ffSade) July 6, 2020

Melissa “ffSade” Yabumoto, who lived there at the same time, detailed how the house was structured like a pyramid with Sky naturally on top. Depending on the relationship one had with a roommate would determine how much rent they would pay, which could always change. Sade explained, “If Sky or a ‘higher tier resident’ did not like you, then chances were that you had to pay an additional fee. Furthermore, romantic couples were given a fee in the form of a ‘couples tax’.” He would allegedly use animals as nicknames for roommates including “Monkey” and “Gorilla,” plus the usage of racial-related nicknames as well. Williams apparently had money issues, but whenever he had it, he would waste it either on luxury items or through gambling in Las Vegas.

An incident that was mentioned by many former roommates in the past week involved Sky threatening the entire house that he would break their valuables unless they gave him $350 after a guest visited without his knowledge. Other allegations given to Williams included poor treatment of women at the mansion and minors who were offered alcohol with his knowledge or at the very least, his complicity.

Sky owes me 55,000 dollars

Read: https://t.co/aDMcghZIxs

— Samuelson (@iamaSamuelson) July 8, 2020

Following the revelation of these experiences, a current tenant of the house named Samuelson went to Twitter and explained how Williams owed him $55,000. This incident caused numerous people to come forward and do the same, leading to an approximate sum of nearly $360,000. “Sky and I go way back to the Brawl days, I’ve known him since 2008,” said Samuelson. He explained further in his statement:

“I left the Smash scene and didn’t talk to him very much at all after my departure, but I still had fond memories of him going to Smash tournaments together and whatnot. We barely talked up until 2017 which is when he messaged me out of the blue saying he’s in serious debt to the IRS. He told me he would go to prison and his career would be over unless he received a significant amount of money. After several back and forth messages, I eventually agreed to lend him 55,000 dollars.”

Back in 2017, Sky posted a video on his YouTube channel explaining his massive debt to the IRS, which was the same year that he leased out the Sky Mansion.

Jesus Christ how much fucking debt does Sky Williams have at this point I’ve seen 4+ people say Sky owes them over 10k

— h (@on11Lum) July 8, 2020

Samuelson explained the deal they made where Williams would pay him back a thousand dollars a month for ninety days after giving out the loan. Instead of using the money towards his debt, Sky used it to lease the now “Sky Mansion.” Before learning the truth, Williams told Samuelson that he didn’t use the money as planned because his dad had cancer, which he could relate to with his own mother previously having the illness. Sam later found out that his dad never had cancer, with Sky’s excuse being that his own dad lied to him about it and used the money to get cosmetic surgery on his penis. In his statement, Samuelson also added that he backs everything that Yabumoto “ffSade” said regarding the social structure of the house and that Williams hasn’t paid him back any of the money that he owes him.

https://t.co/yGejBEJKUj

The Sky House. My Statement.

— ♡♪!? (@SkyWilliams) July 7, 2020

After the toppling of accusations, Sky decided to make a statement through a livestream on his Twitch channel. The stream ran for a little over two hours where Williams primarily focused on the allegations made by Choe and Yabumoto, which began with him taking ownership of everything that has taken place inside the house, whether he was ignorant about it or not. As the stream continued, Williams began to go off-topic, talking about other victims’ experiences without their consent and tried to shift himself as a victim, progressing him to eventually break down partway through. It wasn’t until Samuelson unplugged the router in their house where the stream ended.

The live stream statement was a massive mistake. I elected to not listen to any comments to not get distracted and I ended up hurting even more people than I already have with my actions for the past 7 years. I did it live because I felt it was the only non edited way to do this.

— ♡♪!? (@SkyWilliams) July 8, 2020

Following the stream, Williams made a lengthy Twitter thread apologizing for the stream and explained what his current actions will be moving forward, which involves working to clear all his debt and making a Google doc with all the facts. “…this isn’t a document about defending me, it’s about the raw truth – and making sure that everything I’m saying is just the facts of the matter takes a LOT of time, but I’m getting it done,” Williams explained. He finished his statement by saying “never in my life would I want to hurt this many people and I’m more sorry than words can express, so I just hope my actions of contrition to follow convey how much I want to truly make things right for all involved.”

As of now, Williams has yet to post the document he has said to be working on or any update regarding the clearance of his debt.

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Stuart Broad reflects on Australia abuse ahead of Ashes

It is four years now since Stuart Broad arrived in Australia to be greeted with the kind of opprobrium usually reserved for war criminals. His misdemeanour? He had failed to walk for an edge during the first Ashes Test at Trent Bridge a few months earlier.

Normally, Australians take a relaxed attitude to walking, which is to say they don’t generally do it. But comments made by their coach Darren Lehmann at the end of England’s home win in 2013 ensured a molehill became Ayers Rock.

‘That was just blatant cheating,’ he frothed. ‘I just hope the Australian public give it to him right from the word go, and I hope he cries and goes home.’

Stuart Broad and dad Chris share fond memories of their respective Ashes triumphs

Broad reflects on the ‘challenge’ posed by the Australian support labelling him: Stuart Fraud’

Broad was unfazed, responding with six for 81 in the first innings at the Gabba before England unravelled. Now, as he prepares to return to Australia, he regards the episode with a wry detachment.

‘They called me Stuart Fraud,’ he says, smiling at the memory. ‘It was a proper campaign after their coach called for it at the end of the Oval Test match that August.

‘Australia had gone through a bit of a tough time. They’d lost a few Ashes on the bounce, then gone to India and got beaten, then got knocked out of the Champions Trophy, then we beat them 3-0.

Broad is tormented by the Australian crowd in 2014 after the cheating allegations were made

The Englishman will travel with his country hoping to secure a sixth Ashes triumph in eight

‘To be fair, he used his initiative, and said, ‘well, maybe the Australian public are losing a bit of faith in Australian cricket, so let’s give them something to get behind’.

‘Whether or not Lehmann meant it to get as big as it got, it was a really smart move. He said something about being a blatant cheat for nicking and not walking, whereas 22 players out of 25 in that series nicked it and didn’t walk. He was theoretically calling his own team the same. But it was quite a well-judged way to get the Australian media and public behind their team. I enjoyed it.’

Broad managed eight for 15 on the first morning at Trent Bridge in 2015

Listening in is Stuart’s dad, Chris, another Broad who got under Australian skins. As an opening batsman in Mike Gatting’s victorious Ashes team of 1986-87, he scored hundreds at Adelaide, Perth and Melbourne, adding another during the Centenary Test at Sydney just over a year later.

Chris is now a match referee, but in this discussion he is very much a former England player and proud father. And he is adamant that the abuse his son faced, with Australian fans wearing T-shirts declaring ‘Stuart Broad is a s*** bloke’, was a help rather than a hindrance.

And could join his dad (right) as second family member to play full part in an Ashes win

‘I loved it,’ he says. ‘And I knew he would love it as well, because he rises to a challenge. I thought Darren’s comments were said in haste, and hopefully he regretted them. But I knew Stuart would face the challenge head on. The fact that he got six wickets in that first Test was perfect. I’ve played in a side where Beefy (Ian Botham) could do exactly the same. I’m not comparing Stuart to Beefy, because he needs to get a few more runs, but he has that same attitude: someone’s having a go at me, so I’m going to front up and have a go back.’

Stuart doesn’t flinch at the jibe about his batting. ‘Dad’s right,’ he says, focusing on more complimentary stuff. ‘Whenever I get a challenge, or something’s put in front of me, I like to stand up to it.

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‘The Gabba in particular was very loud, with Michael Clarke telling Jimmy Anderson he’d get a broken arm. But I realised as the tour went on that Australian fans and the public respect people who give it a good crack. You end up smiling and singing along. By the end I was singing ‘Stuart Broad’s a w*****’.

‘If you have it sung all day at you, it becomes ingrained. I remember sitting on the team bus on the way back and whistling the tune…’

So how does one of England’s most senior players feel about returning to the lion’s den?

Chris briefly interjects: ‘Bring it on!’ Then Stuart steps in. ‘Every player who steps on the plane to Australia should prepare themselves for some stick,’ he says. ‘I was obviously the face of that abuse, but every England player who went to the boundary got songs sung about them.

The Englishman will travel with his country hoping to secure a sixth Ashes triumph in eight

Chris Broad has so far outdone his son by hitting four centuries in six tests Down-Under while Stuart Broad has played in 14 more

‘It’s as close as we get to being a Premier League footballer playing away from home. I knew it was coming, so I prepared for it. I read Sir Alex Ferguson’s book, where he talks about how Arsenal’s Patrick Vieira was the player the Old Trafford faithful gave the most stick to. He said to Patrick it was the biggest compliment the Old Trafford fans can give you, because if they’re not threatened, they won’t even bother with you.

‘Whether that was relevant to me, I took it as my mindset: if they’re giving me stick, maybe they think I’m all right, maybe they think I’m a danger. When I was getting shouted at, it was like, oh you know my name, that’s a good start.’

England fly to Australia on Saturday, and Broad junior is already partly there in his head. He has been bowling alone at Lord’s with the Kookaburra ball used in Australia, and plans to imagine David Warner at the other end when he bowls to Alastair Cook in the nets — regardless of the fact that two more different opening batsmen may never have existed.

And, above all, he knows England must get off to a good start in Brisbane on November 23 if they are to win their sixth Ashes series out of eight.

Chris still recalls the eve of the 1986-87 series, when English journalist Martin Johnson produced his oft-quoted assessment. ‘There are only three things wrong with the English team,’ he wrote. ‘They can’t bat, they can’t bowl and they can’t field.’ In the event, they exceeded expectations on all three fronts.

‘That first Test was where Botham got his 130-odd,’ says Chris. ‘And you knew the night before, when he got up and said, ‘right, this is where the tour gets serious’, he meant it. [David] Gower got runs, [Allan] Lamb got runs. They knew when to perform. It’s about your senior players — aka S. Broad — being able to stand up and take some of the flak, to go out and perform.’

And drew upon the ‘buzz’ that drives him to succeed and perform to his best

After the first day of the 2013-14 series Stuart walked in to the press conference clutching a copy of Brisbane’s Courier Mail, whose contribution to Lehmann’s clarion call had been to refer to Broad as ‘the English medium-pacer’ and replace photos of him with a ghostly white silhouette. It was tabloid banter at its most remorseless.

‘It’s predictable that the Australian media will get behind their own team,’ he says. ‘I’m slightly disappointed we’ve not had Glenn McGrath’s 5-0 prediction already. But we need to make sure we have that strong inner belief.

‘It may sound wishy-washy, but you need that group not to believe what the Australian media will write about their players. They’re always going to build them up.’

Stuart is on something of a personal mission. His part in the 2010-11 series, when Andrew Strauss’s side won three Tests by an innings, was limited to two games because of injury. Then came the 2013-14 whitewash. Now, he can’t wait to lock horns once more with a team who brought him his greatest moment — an other-worldly spell of eight for 15 on the first morning at Trent Bridge in 2015, a game which secured the Ashes.

ENGLAND’S OZ ITINERARY

November 2017

November 4-5: 2-day tour match, England v WA XI, WACA, Perth, 10.30am

November 8-11: 4-day tour match (D/N), England v CA XI, Adelaide Oval, Adelaide, 2.00pm

November 15-18: 4-day tour match, England v CA XI, Tony Ireland Stadium, Townsville, 10.00am

November 23-27: 1st Test, England v Australia, Gabba, Brisbane,10.00am

December 2017

December 2-6: 2nd Test, England v Australia (D/N), Adelaide Oval, Adelaide, 2:00pm

December 9-10: 2-day tour match, England v CA XI, Richardson Oval, Perth, 10:00am

December 14-18: 3rd Test, England v Australia, WACA Ground, Perth, 10:30am

For more information on the England squad and their Ashes preparations, visit the official ECB website, here.

‘It should excite you and drive you forward to make sure you are at the peak of your powers come November 23,’ he says. ‘Because if you don’t want to impress on that stage, you shouldn’t be on the tour.

‘You have to have that buzz: this is what you train for, and when you retire you don’t get feelings like this. Just enjoy it.’

Win this time under Joe Root, and Stuart will become the second member of his family to have played a full part in an Ashes win in Australia. For Chris, man of the series three decades ago, that triumph defined his career.

‘Without a doubt,’ he says. ‘I sometimes look back and think that being really successful on your first tour overseas was the wrong way of doing it. It went downhill from there. But I wouldn’t take it away. I loved every moment.

‘There are an awful lot of people who never get to play for England, or to go to Australia and achieve an Ashes success. I’ve been in that side and experienced that, and it is a fantastic experience. I wish the guys all the luck in the world.’

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