#how to get rid of debt fast

[girl-lostconnection]

Concept of a concept time:

Dead dove fic with Reader that had drug addict boyfriend that mysteriously gets ‘disappeared’. And drug dealer!Johnny that waltzes in, babbling about some kind of debts her apparently now ex had.

Partially inspired by that one loan shark!Price fic I read once (someone please send it to me, I can’t find it), now I’m thinking drug dealer!Johnny who is a down bad bastard.

Stray idea that might or might not get implemented but ‘disappeared’ boyfriend in question is Simon Riley, because the man has to crawl out of the grave that was freshly dug for him either way. Because I like him miserable with PTSD and claustrophobia.

Unfortunately the Johnny who hoped to overdose him, did account for everything (body mass and dosage and type of drug), but for tolerancy that Simon had built up because in the last month of his life with Reader.

Because the truth is, Simon genuinely tried to get clean. So he was taking less and he was spacing out drugs more and it worked until his favourite fucking dealer did not decide to quietly get rid of him. At least he had the decency to bury Simon and not just toss him out in the Themes.

Simon crawls out the grave thinking that he should have never allowed this cunt of a dealer to see his bird, because of course the ever-hungry for delicacy Johnny would want something soft.

The man has raging sweet tooth which can only be satisfied by even sweeter pussy of a crying girl that no longer has a boyfriend to use as an excuse to reject him. Isn’t that just lovely?

Simon who comes back and at some point “asserts dominance” (source of idea: @nightunite) by nastily fucking Johnny. Johnny, who gets beaten up and/or stabbed before the sex itself happens, because Simon doesn’t want to enjoy it, because this is supposed to be Soap’s punishment.

Soap’s chance to atone for his sins.

Unfortunately for everyone, Johnny is a freak. He curses and whimpers, because he has to hold the knife in the wound so he doesn’t bleed out in his old flat. All while Simon hisses in his ear that Soap will have to try so much harder to kill him.

And he better do it fast, cause Simon just might pull out something out of Johnny’s stash and see how much his dealer himself can take before getting buried in the grave he so politely dug out for Simon. Good thing the hole is a hole, right, Johnny?

Soap who is getting as hard as he gave. Since before Simon came back Johnny was actively working his way into Reader’s life and between Reader’s legs. Because Johnny’s ass is pushy and coercive and he may or may not have drugged her to ease his way into her bed. And the man has some questionable kinks and no remorse about what he did whatsoever.

Simon comes back right around time when Johnny starts cooing about getting a fat baby to terrified Reader who never wanted any and honestly feels like she is in a nightmare.

And then Simon comes back, angrier than he has ever been in his life. He may not even perceive the situation as cheating or anything, but more of a violation of his safe person whom he equals to safe space. And Johnny took it from him. Yes, temporarily and yes, Simon is back, but it doesn’t matter, does it now?

His soft bird looks like she cried her eyes out and she has these bites all over her shoulders and she holds onto Simon so tightly.

And Simon is mad mad.

Because that was the only thing, that he allowed himself to have.

Because that was the only person he still cared about and Johnny just had to extend his greedy fucking hands for a few quick fucks and a stolen place in her lap.

So Simon doesn’t see other choice but send his lovely lovely girl to clean up and take a shower. Quietly promises to take care of it, because he is sorry, it’s his fault, but he is back and he will fix it, he will fix everything.

Johnny who bursts through the door, bags with something in hands, cheerful ‘m’eudail, ahm back’ that dies on his tongue because across him in the old armchair Johnny planned to throw out is sitting the man of the house himself.

Simon watches him, seemingly relaxed, manspreading on his creaky old armchair, head tilted to the side.

He doesn’t speak at first and Johnny isn’t sure whether or not it was a good idea to down both the energy drink Reader left in the sun and weed-laced brownie because won’t ya look at that, he is seeing ghosts [insert nervous giggle].

Johnny opens his mouth to call out to Reader but he doesn’t get to do even that, because Simon is slamming his head in the wall, quietly, very calmly announcing that the moment Soap would say the name of Simon’s bird ever again would be the last moment that Soap has ability to speak.

Simon who is quietly methodically beating him up.

Careful not to ruin furniture or cause too much noise because well, his love already has been through so much and he himself told her to get a nice shower before they can talk.

He just needs to be good for her and take out the trash first.

So Simon beats Soap to a bloody pulp, drags him outside and promises to straight up murder him if he sees him again.

Thinking now about Simon cries in Reader’s shoulder during first night home cause “you still want me, luv? please don’t tell me to go away, please don’t leave me, I will get clean, luvie, I swear. Just one chance and I will do better. You will never have to see Johnny again, luv, he won’t come back, he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. No one ever will”

Every time Johnny shows up at Reader’s porch, Simon has to get out, hunt him down and preferably give the bastard a cracked bone at the very least. Still comes back semi-frequently because he’s a glutton for punishment and likes being a tick that no one can shake off.

Also Simon who has unhealthy desperate affection to Reader and is very dependent on whether or not she is happy with him. Simon who couldn’t give a bigger fuck whether or not Johnny coughs and spits his way because the lad just keeps crawling back.

Really, the lad doesn’t know what’s good for him, maybe that’s why he keeps trying so hard.

Thinking about Simon who can never love Johnny and can never do to Reader what he does to Johnny because he deems it too dirty/depraved/horrible. He can be a monster with Johnny because he doesn’t care if Johnny rejects him.

But he cares if she does.

He crawled out of grave for her, he got clean for her and he will kill Johnny if she as much as drops a hint that the pup has been bothering her.

So Johnny better tread real careful if he doesn’t want to experience himself how’d it feel to get buried alive.

[barleyo]

Raising the Bar.

Hiromi Higuruma X F! Reader X Toji Fushiguro

A/N: i've had this idea for a while so i hope it turned out well. not sure how i feel about it personally, especially since it's so ooc

Tags: infidelity, cheating, divorce, ooc, infidelity, pwp, cunnilingus, p in v, creampie, baby-trapping, hate sex, no threesome sadly

Wordcount: 2.7k

High school sweethearts never made it in the long run. Everybody had told you that what you and Toji had would burn out, but God, you didn't want to believe them. Maybe that's why you stuck by him, glued to his hip no matter what shit decisions he made or awful positions he had you in. Maybe that's why you found every excuse possible to defend him to your family. Hell, maybe that's why you had his kid. Just another thing to stick it to everyone who disapproved of your relationship.

Years passed, and every day you spent with him was spent like a game of cat and mouse. 

It started with the gambling. You knew about his high and fast lifestyle before you were stuck with him, but you never realized just how quickly a savings account could be drained. Filled, too, as there were good nights and bad nights, but that was not the point. You had never known a man who hated the flesh-scorching burning sensation of money in his pocket like Toji did. Shady casinos and the horse track were his safeholds. It wasn’t just gambling that he fell victim too, though. He was easily impressed with luxury, whether vehicle or clothing.

When you had first met, he took pride in showering you with expensive gifts and tokens, but the cost never really settled with you. It was nice, but the lingering question of where the money came from, and why it was being spent, stumped you. When he was just your boyfriend, it was well enough for you to keep your nose out of his finances.

You lived separately and had your own lives, to an extent. If he wanted to live up to his nostrils in debt and negative credit, that was far from you to speak against. You made the grave mistake of marrying him so many years ago, though. His debt was your debt. His mistakes were your mistakes. Your child, bless him, was just as much comprised of Fushiguro DNA as he was of your lineage. Despite sharing all of these responsibilities, you rarely had a say.

When Toji brought home his winnings, he was content and decent enough, as one would be. What worried you was when he lost. He was never angry at seeing your joint bank account drain, knowing he would eventually win again. He was insatiable, an unstoppable force that never found an immovable object to stall him. You begged him to cut it out, to work out his priorities, and he tried a few many times, but it was never quite up to your satisfaction.

The thing that had broken your trust in him, or what little of it you had left, was when you had tried to purchase graduation gifts for Megumi. Your card declining was something you were used to seeing while shopping. You had tried locking it, but somehow, that couldn’t stop Toji either. Normally, you would call your husband and squeeze an answer out of him, and the funds would be returned to the account after a few hours. That day, though, there was no answer when you dialed Toji’s number. A few seconds went by, accompanied by ringing, but his voicemail ultimately picked up.

It was a long time coming. You sped home and threw his clothes out onto the yard.

You felt crazy. No other wife had to do this, spare the ones on television, so why did you? Could you not have a stable marriage, with a man who, for the longest, you felt a semblance of love towards? Rather than that, could you not have a man who had it under control? One who could focus on more than one thing at a time? One who felt responsibility for something other than his own satisfaction? You wondered if you were justified in trying to get rid of him. You had been together so long, long enough to make restarting life seem pointless.

But then his car pulled into the driveway. His recently purchased car, looking nearly totaled. The car that was being financed through your shared account. The car that you had given up a year’s worth of nail and hair appointments for, so that he could afford it without dragging you both down into poverty.

You gave so much of yourself away for him. Your secrets, time, money, and career, all to stay home to raise his child that, thank God, turned out to be more like you than his father. You gave away your last name in place of his, robbing yourself of any identity, and for what? An irresponsible wretch of a man who knew only how to drink, gamble, and avoid sharing his feelings?

He was lazy, egotistical, and the biggest mistake of your life.

A friend had pointed you in the direction of a decent divorce lawyer. It killed you that it came to this point, but you refused to let yourself play the fool. You had seen how it tore your mother apart to stay with a man who she hadn't loved in a very long time. She stayed brave for you, because she realized her truth much too soon. Now was your chance, with an empty nest and few damns left to give. 

The firm was nice enough. Small, but clean. Well landscaped. Your friend broke a little more than even in her divorce, so obviously the attorneys were capable. Alimony wasn't what you were after, though. Just freedom.

You tried to look put together, if not for the sake of decency, then for the sake of your mental health. The process had not even begun, but you were already exhausted. You knew Toji was going to fight you on this, so preparing for the battle was crucial. You had to call in some backup. 

"Hiromi Higuruma, at your service. I hope you found the place without problem."

He seemed overworked, with light bags under his eyes and a stern disposition following him, but that hardly disguised the fact that he was undeniably attractive. It was simply the truth—the god honest truth—he was a good looking man. Not that you could dwell on that for long

You weren't single yet.

"Yes," you said, after an awakened moment of shifting on your heels, "easily. Thank you for consulting with me, I've heard good things about you."

"Glad to hear it. Follow me, if you would."

Your eyes scanned furiously to find something to focus on, but the ashen, beige walls leading to his office were bare. Not a hint of chaos followed him. There was a clean divide where the outside world started and ended, and outside of that was his territory. Everything in its place, everything with a place to stay. 

His desk was no different. The closest thing to disorganization was the cup of pens that sat on the tabletop, with the mess being in the pens not being color-coded. 

You took a seat across from him and held back the urge to wring out your hands. You instead gripped onto your slacks, pinching silk between your fingers. You wanted to be here, you wanted a chance, but all you could think of was failure. 

Failure to choose the right man, failure to shield your son from arguments and bitterness, failure to be the brave woman that your mother had to be. Failure to pursue happiness, when you knew you deserved it much earlier on.

Higuruma was polite enough to not point out your obvious nerves. Either that, or he had seen it dozens of times before. 

You suddenly felt very unsheltered at that thought. You weren't the first desperate, lost woman to seek his help. And with his looks, well—

"Would you tell me more about your situation?" he asked, voice firm but far from sharp. "Are you looking at a custody agreement with your husband, or splitting assets, perhaps?"

You shook your head, bringing yourself to the present reality. 

"No, our only son is long gone from home now, so custody isn't an issue. Honestly, neither are our assets. The house, the cars, they—" you picked at the skin around your nails, trying to physically peel the jitters out of your body, "—don't matter much to me. I'll take what I can get, but I just can't be with him anymore."

"And why not? Infidelity? Abuse?" He leaned back in his chair, hands clasped together and resting on his chest.

"Nothing like that," you said quickly, tongue rushing to force out defense. "Not at all. He's not the man I used to think he was, and I guess I just can't put up with him anymore. He's got a  spending problem. He's inconsistent. Irresponsible. I could go on."

He huffed in slight amusement, giving off his first impression of humanity and imperfection, with a nod. 

"Please do. I can only work with what you give me, Mrs. Fushiguro."

You cringed at the name, but held your tongue. Until legally free, Toji's last name was your burden to bear. 

"He's completely reckless. It's like I've never got a read on him, and when I do, he flies off my radar." You settled on staring at the window behind Higuruma's head to distract yourself. "He's never planned ahead a day in his life, he's just chancing it. It was fun, when we were young, but it got tiring. It used to excite me, but now it just..."

"Exhausts you."

"Right." You cleared your throat to continue. "I felt lucky, when I was young, to be with someone so free. Now, it's more like I've been trapped."

You had never had someone pay so much attention to you at one time. Given, it was the man's job, but it still felt nice. 

"At first, I thought I could handle it. Thought maybe he'd settle down once our son was born. But Toji doesn’t change. He never does. Every time I thought I had convinced him to get his act together, he’d do something stupid and drop the ball." You swallowed, trying to press down any emotion threatening to spill. "He’s not violent with me, but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous in his own way."

"Financial instability," Higuruma murmured. "Debt?"

"Not always. I mean, not in a normal way, at least. He always finds a way to dig himself out, but only after making things worse for us first."

Higuruma finally reached for a pen, clicking it absentmindedly before jotting down a note. "Does he know about this meeting?"

"I'm sure he does, but not by my doing. He finds everything out, somehow." You let yourself crack a smile. "At this point, I'm not sure I would even tell him the color socks I'm wearing."

"Good. It's best to keep things to yourself at this point. Detach."

Your eyes darted up to meet Higuruma's dark, tired ones. You were surprised to see him grinning.

"So, dark grey, then?" His pen tapped the desk, motioning towards your shoes underneath it. 

Your feet shuffled a bit, since he was right. 

You were glad to find him. You had faith he would make this all work out. Complete faith.

"So y'leaving me for some prissy fuckin' suit?"

Toji couldn't let it go. He heard you call Higuruma one time. Once, and he latched onto it. He had been on it for days now, trying and failing to get you to change your mind. 

It wasn't the fact that you were leaving him that bothered him. Sure, he loved you. A good bit, actually, but if you were unhappy, he wouldn't stop you. However, the thought of another man taking you—what was his—was what bothered him. 

More than bothered. It enraged him. He accused you of cheating the whole time, but even he knew that wasn't true. He threatened to physically fight Higuruma, but you shut that down just as quickly as the cheating allegations. 

He was somewhat right, though. Of course, you hadn't been with Higuruma the entire time. That was factually impossible. You had gotten close to him, perhaps too close to be considered professional.

A few week of planning court dates and splitting assets had set 'Operation Dark Grey' into motion. Naturally, you both were spending more and more time together. It was inevitable.

One evening, late at his firm, you two happened to be going over documents together, and your hands met over the top of the desk. You tried to pull your hand away, but he wouldn't let you. He held it in his, tensely, as of you would evaporate in front of him if he let go. 

There was no magical confession of love, because that's not exactly what it was. You sought solace in him, in his body. You couldn't refuse him when he sank to his knees in front of you. You gave in when his head slotted between your thighs, when his tongue dipped into your folds. 

He made you feel so good, and more than that, he made you feel attractive. Like you would have a shot in the world after everything was said and done. Like you still had it.

You were weak, and you needed him. How could you turn him down when he had been so helpful and so, so sexy? 

Technically, on a small, fine-print detail, you had cheated on Toji, but he didn't need to know that. 

"No, Toji," you said sharply, pushing your hand against his chest, "I'm leaving you for my own sanity."

"Pfft, right. You think I'm not good enough for you anymore? Got a taste of some boring bastard and now you don't want me?"

God, he could be so childish. It used to be funny, how such a strong, solid man could get so fussy. Now, not so much.

"You haven't been good enough for me in a long time," you answered quickly, spitting out what hateful venom you could tolerate on your tongue, "and you know it."

You were lucky he wasn't one to get his feelings hurt, but that didn't mean he couldn't retaliate.

"Who's not enough, huh? I don't see you bitchin' at me now," Toji sneered, pulling one of your legs up. 

He held you in a pose so strong, so mean, that you barely had the strength to balance yourself. 

It had been months since you had last had sex with him. You forgot the feeling of being drunk on him. Too bad you always woke up feeling like shit after. 

"S—shut up," you spat back. You reached your hand backwards, blindly reaching for his shirt to hold onto. You wanted to say more, to rain hell on him, but he was punching all the air from your lungs. 

He pushed your hand off of his shirt collar, jeering at your flailing palm. He bucked forward and knocked you forward, face down into the couch cushions. He preferred this view, anyways, with your ass in the air and your protests muffled. If you stayed like this more often, he thought, your marriage would have lasted longer. 

Your legs kicked, saying what your mouth couldn't. You were cramping, being bent down so sharply, but the deepness of his strokes made it nearly worth it. 

Toji was a lot of things. 

A bastard, for one. Snarky. Untrustworthy. Irresponsible. 

But, God, he could fuck. Making love, meh. But fuck? Oh, he could do that and well. 

Your greedy cunt spasmed around Toji's cock, dripping onto the shag carpet beneath you. Your mind— a mess of frustration and need. 

You felt Toji slam his cock into you, rutting his head against your cervix's tip. He dug into you, burrowing himself deep enough to become uncomfortable, but necessary. 

"What are you—?"

"Quiet," he hissed, leaning down to your ear to place a nipping kiss. "Feel that? Feel—fuck—feel me throbbing for you?"

Your eyes widened in panic. No. He wouldn't do this to you. Not over something so stupid.

"Let's just try again, yeah? I'll make it work for us, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of you both," he said through clenched teeth, shooting every drop of cum he had saved up into you.

Another try. One more go around to get this right. You guessed you could stick around. 

Everyone deserves a second, or twelfth, chance, right?

[spiderfunkz]

MEET ME IN GWANGMYEONG

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

cw. inspired heavily by the movie "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind", memory-erasing procedure, established relationship, the use of 'y/n', angst, bittersweet ending.

author's note: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is my favorite movie ever. reblogs and likes help a lot! the hyun-ju fandom is dying as we speak.. i have a few requests i need to get done, so it might take some time.

it's been a week and three days since hyun-ju's disappearance.

you're worried sick, you've filed a missing persons report, but shortly after, the case was shut cold. she disappeared without a trace, no letter, no text on where she might've went, no call, no nothing. it was like she was never with you to begin with, she was like a blurry dream that was too good to be true.

you couldn't endure anymore of this sadness, the memories were driving you crazy— she cared about you, you knew that. she's spent so much time with you, the dates with her don't feel real anymore, you wondered if she was still even out there. the chances are slim, and day by day, you lose hope.

lacuna inc. was just around the corner, as deep as you are in debts, you had some change. this procedure was worth it.

it's simple, and yes, it does technically count as brain damage, but it couldn't be worse than the sleepless nights you've spent, with bottles of soju, and hyun-ju's picture nearby.

you would come in wednesday, come again thursday, and the procedure should be done by thursday night. you've booked the first briefing appointment, they told you to gather all the items you have that resemble hyun-ju— even in the slightest, it needs to be gotten rid of.

does it hurt? absolutely. you stared blankly at the two huge boxes in front of you, it was filled with everything hyun-ju has ever given to you, every single letter she has written from the depths of her heart, all the clothes you've shared together— even the first skirt she bought with you. it seems impossible, but you keep reminding yourself that it would be for the better, is this what people call gaslighting?

it took you a moment to erase her texts. there was one text before she left. it was from you, telling her to come home early because you cooked her favorite meal. aw, how sad, you hit the delete button.

thursday felt suffocating. you felt like you were stuck in the corner of your tiny bathroom, huddled up, knees bent and hugged by your chest. it didn't matter how big the room for the appointment was, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

you came home and slept like a baby. you thought to yourself, you'll wake up a new person. for the better, definitely. at this point, no, you didn't consider any other negatives of this. it was too late anyways, it's been paid, and it's far too late to go back.

the birds chirp, signaling the sun rising.

you wake up according to your alarm, it reads, "7 am, go to work."

you do. you get ready, put on your best clothes, simple makeup, hair done like you've always done it— at least from what you remember, for some reason, you forgot how to braid your hair. even though you swore, it was braided every morning.

whatever, you probably had a weird dream. that's all.

left corner, turn, straight, go right. why couldn't you recall your steps to work correctly? you felt cold, you had your coat on. there was a sort of absence lingering in your chest. you can't pinpoint what it was exactly. maybe you just forgot something at home.

at least the day went by fast. you were excited to go back home and take a nice bath. it felt oddly empty, did you sell your furniture? you shrugged it off, but then you heard a knock. sounded familiar, like a wave of déjà vu just hit you.

you peeped through the peep-hole before opening.

"hello? may i help you?" what a poor sight you were seeing. a woman was standing, rather helplessly, at your front door. she was holding a card, you don't know what it is exactly. there were two of them. one had shapes on them, and one had a tiny 'lacuna inc.' writing.

did you go to work with her? maybe she was another passerby you see often, or someone you went to school with. either way, she looked at you with pure fright and confusion. what a strange combination for a.. stranger.

"what?" her voice rasps, "y/n?"

"how do you know my name? sorry, do i know you?"

[cameronspecial]

At Her Beck And Call

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Assault

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: Rafe may be out doing business, but he is never too busy for Y/N.

Masterlist

Everyone in the Outer Banks knows about Rafe’s explosive personality, especially towards the Pogues. The only person who is never at the wrong end of his anger is Y/N. He would never dare risk losing her by unleashing his anger on her. At the moment, she is safely at home, resting with their darling baby girl growing inside of her stomach. He is finishing up collecting the money from people who owe him from his drug dealer days. When he started dating Y/N, he stopped dealing less often; however, with a baby on the way, Rafe is ready to hang up the towel completely. Therefore, it is time for him to gather all the debts obligated to him. He finally tracks down the last person, Tanner Barrois. The Pogue is hiding out at a friend’s house but for enough money, anyone can betray their friend. Rafe bangs on the door as loud as he can and steps away from it. “What the fuck do you wan-” Tanner complains as he opens the door. Rafe gives him a wicked grin, “I want my fucking money, Asshole.” Tanner backs up into the house with his hands in the air. “I don’t have your money, but I can get it to you. I-I just need a few weeks,” he offers. Rafe shakes his head, “No, I already gave you three months. So where is my money?”

“I don’t have it!” 

Rafe grips the front of Tanner’s shirt and slams him against the wall. His arm cocks, rushing towards Tanner’s nose at a fast pace. The room is silent, except for the sounds of Rafe’s fist hitting Tanner, until “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran begins to play out of nowhere. Something vibrating accompanies the song. Rafe keeps Tanner against the wall with one hand, while his other hand goes into his pocket for his phone. He brings it to his ear with a soft smile, “Hi, Dumpling. How are you and little dumpling doing?” “I’m hungry, Rafey,” the pregnant woman whines with her hands on her perturbing stomach. He chuckles, “And what can I pick up for you on my way home, Dumpling?” “I want Trader Joe’s French Vanilla ice cream, soya sauce, pickles and mayo please,” she pleads into the phone. He grimaces, “Please, tell me you aren’t going to eat all of those together.” “I don’t know yet. I guess you’ll have to find out when you get here,” she teases, knowing he gets grossed out by her weird pregnancy cravings. He sighs, “I guess I will. I’ll get those for you once I’m finished with my business. Okay? I love you.” “Thank you. I love you too. Bye,” she hangs up without another word. 

The phone gets slipped back into his pocket and his attention returns to Tanner. “Now, where were we?” He punches Tanner again, shaking his hand out to try to rid himself of the blood. “I’m going to ask you again. Where is my money?” Rafe growls. Tanner whimpers, “I can get it to you by next week.” Tanner receives another blow to the head. “Not the answer I was looking for. So let’s try this once more,” Rafe warns, but he is again interrupted by the chime of his phone. “Is everything okay, Dumpling?” he worries into the speaker.

“It needs to be the tiny pickles. I don’t want the large ones. I don’t want the zig-zag cut ones or the straight-cut ones. I want the tiny ones. Okay?”

“Yes, I know, Dumpling. I promise they will be the tiniest ones I can find.” 

“Good, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dumpling. Goodbye.”

Tanner’s face is in a bloody smirk. “What the fuck are you smiling at?” Rafe questions, digging his forearm into the Pogue's neck. Tanner gasps out, “You are so whipped for her.” Rafe’s eyebrows cave in and he strikes Tanner’s stomach. “Be careful what you say next, Motherfucker,” Rafe alerts. Tanner appears to have a death wish as he says the next sentence, “That bitch has your balls in a death grip and it’s pathetic.” His phone rings once more before he can reply. “Dumpling, you are really making me concerned about you,” he sighs into the phone. She pouts, “I’m sorry. I just wanted something to drink too.” “It’s okay, Dumpling. I want you to stay hydrated. So what can I get you?” he inquires. “Iced tea, please. And I promise this will be the last time I’m going to call. I’m going to take a nap while I wait for you to come home.”

“Iced tea, coming right up. Enjoy your nap, Dumpling. I’ll see you when I get home. I love you.”

“I love you so much, Rafey. Thank you. I can’t wait for you to come home. Muah.”

The line goes dead and he can’t help but put his phone away with a massive grin on his face. He weakens his hold on Tanner, “You better be thanking the lord that I am whipped for my girl because it is the only reason I am giving you another day to get the money. Don’t try to run because I will find you and your punishment will be so much worse than you can imagine. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to go to Trader’s Joe.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[seat-safety-switch]

They say, if you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. What if you don't want to go anywhere at all? That, my friend, is why they make project cars.

Project cars, invented just prior to the first actual car, have been clogging up garages and emptying wallets for centuries now. Even as you read these words, some poor dumbass is socking away their best chance at retirement on a 180SX with more rust in it than an iron mine. They are planning on a quick fix, a summer of fun, and then a flip. They will actually get rid of the car in 2067, when the estate is liquidated to pay their PB Blaster debts.

You might notice that, in polite society, there is a huge population of organizational experts. They'll tell you how to clean your home, how to stop procrastinating, how to yell at your boss until you get more money. Not a single one will come to your house, and tell you what to do on your project car next. They know: the journey of an automotive build is a personal one. The car, and you, are changed forever by it, and at the end both of you are worth about $500, but you're hoping you'll get way more.

Will I ever turn those RockAuto boxes in my garage into empty RockAuto boxes, their former occupants giving life to a functional automobile? Like life, it is impossible to predict. Sure, I could be out there throwing the parts into them, but it's kinda cold out in the garage. Seems much easier to sit here on the internet and look for more project cars. Hey, do you know if that guy with the 180SX wants to sell it yet?

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If you’re still doing prompts, could I request 15? Thank you!

Heyo so sorry for the wait!!! Hope you like it!

Kill.

It's not a word he's unfamiliar with. He's condemned people to be killed before, he's killed people before, but it has always been for his benefit. It has always been to protect himself, to gain money, and not once had the thought of killing to protect someone else crossed his mind.

That is until he met you.

You were kind, your heart open to any who came across but you still hid your darkest secrets deep within, secrets only he was privy to. While others held him at bay with a stake, you had let him in, dancing along to his melody in those late nights, whispering words that were so unfamiliar yet familiar. Maybe it was the way you said them, with that earnest look in your eyes, stirring emotions he thought he had lost a long time ago.

His hands ghost over your skin, tracing pattern after pattern as he has done so many times before, but this time he means every stroke. He wants to feel you, to hear your breaths in his ears, your blood thrumming through your veins. All he can give you is himself, his body, his ability to kill, and none of it can even begin to compare to everything you've given him.

His daggers sink into flesh as lifeblood pours out onto the floor, staining it a deep crimson. He stands over the man who tried to kill you, chest heaving for breaths he doesn't need and dodges as a dagger flies in his direction. With a flash of steel, his daggers bury themselves in yet another threat and sweet crimson liquid floods his tongue. He turns to check on you but you get to him first, anxiously fretting over him.

Your fingers brush along his bloodied strands of hair, sending tingles up his spine whenever your warm skin makes contact with his cold undead skin. His own bloodstained hand reaches up, fingertips hovering over your hand as he watches you, lost and confused. You glance around, checking that no one else is watching before slipping your hand into his, giving his hand a squeeze. Your hand leaves, now stained with the blood that is on his hand but you're smiling softly, gazing at him with such fondness that a strange warmth blooms in his chest.

He's never felt this way before.

He slips out of camp that night, dagger in hand and sinks the blade into the shadowy figure leaning against the tree. The figure drops to the ground, knife clattering in the dirt which he picks up, stowing it away before disposing the body. He sneaks back into camp, silently ducking into his tent where you continue to lie fast asleep.

He gets rid of his bloody clothes, hiding them in a corner he knows you will never find and slips into the bedroll you share, watching as your chest gently rises and falls, your sleep undisturbed. You shift, burrowing closer to him and he wraps an arm around you, burying his face in your hair.

You mumble something incoherently, clutching at his shirt so that you can curl up against him, nestling in his embrace. He feels a tightness in his chest, a flickering warmth spreading through his body that causes tears to prick the corners of his eyes.

No matter how bloodstained his hands are, how dirty he is, you always hold him without any reservations. Your hands always cradle him, gently caressing his face, whispering words of reassurance, love, and care. Whenever you hold him, you look as if you're holding the whole world in your hands. Your devotion to him, the way you always make your neck available to his fangs, the way you speak up for him when he struggles to, nothing he does can ever come close to paying the debt he's racked up.

So he does the one thing you can never bring yourself to do — kill. He plunges his daggers into the hearts of his enemies, your enemies, he tears open the throats of any who dare to hurt you, and cuts down all who stand against you. He kills and kills and kills, hoping that with each life he takes he can get just that little bit closer to repaying you.

And then you whisper the words he needed to hear.

"Repay me? Hmm I suppose you could do that by spending more time with me." You flash him a wide grin, his favourite laugh slipping from your lips. "There's nothing to repay though, really."

When you say those words, a weight is lifted from his chest but doubt still lingers. His gaze searches you for lies but you really mean it, and he's at a loss. His fingers brush over the hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt, unsure of what to do now.

He watches as you leave to talk to the others, mind churning with questions. All you want is for him to spend more time with you, and he supposes he can do that, but is there really nothing more he can offer you? He turns the dagger in his hand, its steel catching the sunlight and feels its reassuring weight in his palm. No, he can still offer you his daggers, for there will always be those who try to take advantage of your kind nature, and he will make them regret it.

With a twirl of his dagger, he thrusts the blade into your would-be assailant, relishing in the assailant's shocked face as his body collapses to the floor, covered in blood. His gaze turns to your figure standing in front of a fruit store, oblivious to the danger you were in moments before, and lets out a small huff of annoyance, making his way over to you.

Even if he constantly watched your back, you could at least have some sense of self-preservation. Still, it gave him a purpose, it made him feel needed. His daggers were still useful, his ability to kill was still put to good use, and that made him feel less anxious.

Maybe one day he wouldn't feel the need to prove his worth by killing, just like you clearly hope he will, but for now he will pull back his urge and only eliminate those who pose a grave threat to you. Only to protect that smile of yours.

He feels you rest against his shoulder, hands automatically finding his and can't help but smile softly to himself. No matter who he has to kill, he will protect you, your smile, your laughter, and all that you stand for.

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Part 14: The Shadows Sing

Part 13 Part 15

“I thought we had an agreement,” Master Raven told you. You could almost feel his patience slipping away.

“We did,” you said confidently. “We did, before you decided to make a deal with the people I despise the most in this world. Before you betrayed my trust.”

Master Raven let out a sigh.

“You’ll never pay your debt if this is all you hunt for. You’ve only gotten me three animals these two weeks!”

You were almost shaking with disbelief.

“You only have three things a week that I can hunt for. The rest is for the Illyrians! The Illyrians need this, the Illyrian needs that! What do you expect me to do?”

“I expect you to grow up, stop your childish tantrums and help the rest of your community!”

“Just give me my money.”

He handed you the small bag of money and you made your way out of his cabin. You tried to walk away fast, even though your prosthetic still was dragging against the ground.

“What happened to your prosthetic?”

You stopped.

“Your new friends jumped me.” You answered facing the door and not him.

“What did you do?”

Of course he immediately thought you did something.

You left, shaking your head as you walked out the door without closing it.

“Letter from master!” You had to hold in front of your ears as your shadows screamed at you.

“You delivered my letter to him right?” You immediately asked them.

“Yes! But Master’s shadows also had a letter!”

You let out a relieved sigh. You sat down at the table with the letter in your hand.

Your heart felt heavy. What if he told you he never wanted to see you again? He had been nothing but nice to you and to sent him away. Perhaps you ruined it.

“Open it! His shadows seemed happy!”

Probably happy to get rid of you.

You felt a hit to the back of your head.

“Hey!”

“They love you!”

Still hesitant about believing them, you opened the letter and started reading your illyrian’s beautiful handwriting.

My Huntress,

I’m sorry for reaching out. I know you wanted me to leave, but I just can’t stay away. If you tell me to leave again, I will listen. I crossed a line and I know that, but it won’t happen again. I promise.

My shadows would come give me updates on you and I can’t live with myself without helping you.

They told me you still have problems with your prosthetic, so I reached out to a master tinker from the Day Court. Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.

The screw that my shadows gave to yours will help with the mobility.

Please don’t hesitate writing back to me, I’m here if you need me.

x A

“You have the screw?” You asked your shadows.

When they didn’t answer you turned to look at them. All of them were frozen behind your shoulders, obviously having a peak at the content of the letter.

“What?”

“Read it again, Mistress,” they answered.

You did as they said, but you still didn’t get it.

“Again, Mistress.”

They told me you still have problems with your prosthetic, so I reached out to a master tinker from the Day Court. Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.

Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.

Gifted

Azriel stood leaning against the wall, listening to Devlon’s third excuse for why 15 of his illyrian warriors had disappeared.

Every time the male explained himself, the explanation was a little different then the last one.

“So you’re saying you know nothing about the rogue warriors that ambushed my brothers,” Rhys asked him. He looked extremely calm, but Azriel knew he wasn’t. “You don’t know how many they are?”

Devlon shook his head.

Feyre let out a sigh.

The meeting had been going on for almost two hours, without getting anywhere.

In two weeks they almost didn’t have any more information about the illyrians. Azriel had told his High Lady and Lord what you had told him, but it wasn’t much.

They wanted power, but how would they get it? Azriel hoped that you would know something and that his apology would help him get closer to you again.

Everyone turned their heads towards the door as Azriel’s shadows abruptly stormed into the room.

Rhys stood up, having come to the same conclusion as Azriel: something had to be seriously wrong.

His shadows were well behaved and knew when to not interrupt.

They rushed towards him and basically threw a paper bag at him.

He froze as he saw your rushed handwriting.

The illyrians are going to kidnap the High Lord and Lady’s son. They just left from here. They winnowed.

Please let me know he’s okay.

Azriel met Rhys’ concerned eyes as he bolted out the door. He immediately flew towards the cabin where he had lived with Rhys’ mother, Rhys and Cassian growing up.

The cabin where Nyx and Sonja currently were playing.

“Gone, dead.” His shadows told him, but he refused to believe them.

The door was open.

He landed on the ground and sprinted into the cabin.

“Blood, terror.”

“Pain, dead.”

He stopped as he entered the living room.

There Sonja laid on the floor. She was covered in blood and wasn’t breathing.

The rest of his family came storming into the living room where Azriel stood frozen.

“Where is he?” Feyre asked. “Where? Azriel, where is he?”

“The illyrians have him,” Azriel responded.

Feyre’s scream, Azriel was sure, could be heard throughout all seven courts.

For the first time in weeks you dared to shadow walk outside of your cabin.

You were simply too distressed to care.

He had lied to you, for over 50 years! You had paid back your debt for your training ages ago! He only told you half a year ago, but you had paid it was over five years ago!

You could have been free five years ago!

You had to force your shadows to stay behind as you stormed into Master Raven’s house. You had left everything behind and were still dragging your prosthetic against the ground.

“What the hell do you mean you lost him? How?” You heard Adrian’s muffled voice.

“He just disappeared in front of our eyes!”

You opened the doors.

“Get out,” you yelled at the illyrians.

“The bastard has come to play,” Adrian taunted you, but you didn’t care anymore. Your entire life was a lie.

You turned to Adrian.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled and then turned your gaze to Master Raven. “Except for you.”

“You can’t just burst in here-“

“I know you’ve lied about my debt, so I think that means I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

You had silenced him. He rushed the illyrians out the cabin.

“So what is it you think you know?” Master Raven asked. His eyes were almost black with anger.

“My prosthetic was a gift. The money you have made me pay back hasn’t been used. You owe me money.”

��And tell me girl, how do you know this?” He asked tilting his head.

You’re not letting him intimidate you, not today.

“So you’re admitting that you lied.”

He let out a forced laugh.

“What would you have done? Where would you have gone? There’s no one here that wants to be with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you have been talking to outsiders?” It was more like a statement rather than a question.

“Yes, I have.”

“That’s against the rules and you know it. I’m sure you know what happens to traitors.”

“I met him half a year ago, my debt was paid five years ago. You can’t hold me back for disobeying rules for the last five years.”

“You think I care?” Master Raven asked as The Raven lifted off the ground. “You, Y/N, are a traitor. And you know what we do with traitors.”

As The Raven got closer and closer to you, you realized you no longer had a choice. You had to get away and that fast.

You used all the power in your body and called your shadows. Luckily for you, they had been lingering in the shadows of the room the entire conversation.

It only took a couple of seconds and you were back in your cabin.

“Thank you,” you said holding back tears. “Thank you for everything. You’re the best thing that have ever happened to me.”

Your shadows embraced your entire body, but after a while they let go.

“We might have done something as you were gone.”

You felt dread fill your body. This can’t be good. It reminded you of the time you let them try out a new hunting technique and the almost burned down the entire forest.

You were ready to question them, but you soon realized you didn’t need to.

On your bed sat a small winged child and played with two of your shadows, the two you often called ‘the parents’. He couldn’t be older than two or three. He looked up at you with big blue eyes.

“Uncle Azzy!”

You felt your heart freeze as you realized that before you sat the heir of the Night Court.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

“Fuck!” Nyx repeated.

“No, shit, don’t say that!” You said rushing towards him.

“Shit!”

You felt a shadow hitting the back of your head.

“Are you hurt?” You carefully asked him.

He shook his head and continued to play with your shadows.

“Go get Azriel! Right now. As fast as you can. You have an hour at most. I’m going to pack.”

You sent away almost all your shadows, leaving only the two that played with Nyx behind. You knew that they travel the fastest in bigger groups.

Nyx jumped up from your bed and begun chasing your shadows around the cabin.

A different day and with different circumstances you could have enjoyed the sight, today however, it only made you annoyed.

Imagine having so little understanding about the dangers he was currently facing.

He ran around and you noticed his wings drooping and sometimes hitting the floor.

“You have to pick up your wings, you’ll hurt them if you drag them against the ground,” you said.

“Daddy always says the same thing!” He exclaimed. “Are you like Daddy? He can hide his wings.”

You only shook your head at his curiosity.

“No, I lost my wings many years ago.”

“But your illyrian?” He asked, pronouncing illyrian in the most adorable way.

“I was, but not anymore.”

“Do you miss it?”

That made you think. You missed flying. In the rare nights you had dreams instead of nightmares, you would be flying. Lately you were flying together with a certain illyrian, in your favorite dreams.

You also missed belonging to a place. In the Middle you felt quite lonely. You’d meet up with your group, but other than that, you were alone.

On the other side, you hated the way you were treated and would rather spend your life running than having to stay at one of the camps again.

“Mommy always says I can be whatever I want, so if you want to be an illyrian again, I think you could.”

His childish behavior made you smile.

Nyx continued playing with your shadows as you packed. It wasn’t a lot you needed, but you packed your letters from Azriel, the little food you had left and strapped all your weapons onto your body.

You were about to get Nyx and start leaving the forest when you heard a knock on your door.

You immediately turned to Nyx, you saw him open his mouth, but before he could speak, your shadows covered his mouth.

“Hide him in the closet! Don’t let anyone that isn’t me or Azriel come get him. You two stay here.”

You walked with heavy steps towards the door, so that they would hear you, but also to give yourself a little more time.

You opened the door to your cabin.

“Hello, traitor,” Adrian said. “Bastard, traitor, you really like the nicknames, don’t you?”

“What do you want?” You answered, sounding annoyed. You wouldn’t let him scare you. You had to stay strong, for Nyx.

Adrian shrugged and faster than you could react, smashed his fist into your jaw.

You immediately felt dizzy, but you knew you had to get you two away from your cabin. Away from Nyx.

“Too weak to fight back are we?”

You straightened your back and without actually seeing what you were doing jumped directly onto Adrian. The earth was spinning as you hit the ground.

“You bitch!”

The next thing you knew, was a fist crashing directly into your left eye and you fell into darkness.

“Who’s going in?” Cassian asked. “We know there’s at least 50 of them! We need many people.”

“We can’t send illyrians, that too risky. Some of them could turn against us mid fight.” Rhys argued.

“Why don’t we just show up and kill everyone in our way to get to him. I’m not sitting here waiting! It’s my son!” Feyre yelled.

“He’s my son too! They’ll kill him if we do that!”

Azriel just stood in the corner, brooding. How did he know the Illyrians were coming? It’s his fault, the entire thing!

“Mistress’ shadows are coming,” his shadows informed him.

Not even seconds later, he was tackled to the ground by your shadows. In a distance, Azriel could hear his family’s confused banter. Your shadows were swirling around him, he was certain he could see their mouths opening and closing. They were screaming at him.

“Calm down! It’s okay! Calm down,” he said and tried to pry them of him.

“What are they saying?” He asked his own shadows.

He patiently waited for them to communicate. They danced around each other as they spoke. Azriel could almost see the fondness between them.

“The leader betrayed Mistress, shadows rescued Nyx.”

“Where is Nyx now?”

“In Mistress’ cabin.”

“Thank the gods,” Azriel said in a sigh.

“What’s going on?” Feyre asked him.

“I know where Nyx is,” Azriel said.

“Take me to him,” Feyre said.

“But-“

“NOW!”

Azriel gave his High Lady a nod and shadow walked them, together with your shadows, into The Middle.

Unfortunately, it was also directly into the Illyrian’s trap.

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BLOOD SACRIFICE

Vampire!Benjicot 'Davos' Blackwood x Septa!Reader

There will be smut so Minors DNI 18+

SNIPPET OF ONE OF THE THREE STORIES!

Synopsis: Many say the church can protect you against evil, that’s a lie. You pray to the Seven for forgiveness and protection, but they do not grant it. The stranger himself gets invited into the church, what will you do when he bears his fangs and gives you the choice between death or lust?

The stained glass shines from the illumination of the moon, the light refracting and casting shadows. My veil covers my hair, billowing down my back and coating the floor in the laced fabric.

My hand clutches my rosary, my mouth moving fast as I mutter prayers to the Seven. There had been talks of a monster amongst us. Murders of young, vulnerable women had become the new town myth, they say a Vampire.

Yes, a Vampire apparently walks amongst us. Ridiculous but precautions must be maintained.

We do not know if the Vampire is tall or short. Young or old. Pretty or ugly. All we know is that there is someone with a bloodlust amongst us.

My prayers are dedicated to the Seven, specifically the Warrior. I prayed to him for protection, to help rid us of this foul disease plaguing the Riverlands.

"I pray to the Warrior for protection and bravery, give me strength and safety and I will forever be in your debt." I mutter, my eyes closed and mind blank, only focusing on the words I’m speaking and which of the Seven I am praying to.

After praying to the Warrior, the Father, Mother, Maiden, the Crone and even the Smith, I go to pray to the Stranger, but something stops me.

I hear a scratch on wood. I stop my prayer for a few seconds, listening to hear. Nothing. So I go back to praying. "I pray to the Stranger-" scratch, scratch, scratch.

I pause, my eyebrows furrowing as I finally open my eyes, moving my eyes around the very empty church, my eyes land on nothing. There is nothing here with me. There must be rats in the wall.

I open my mouth to continue before a loud banging makes me jump and drop my rosary. I look behind me and see the door shake with the sheer force of the knocks.

Once the knocks cease I get the courage to call out in the darkness, "Who comes here at the hour of the wolf?"

Silence. "Answer me!" Silence as well.

I stand up from my sitting position, discarding my rosary as it lays neglected on the floor. I slowly walk towards the large double doors, my bare feet planting on the cold stone.

My body reaches the door, fingers instinctively reaching out and grabbing onto the handle. I go to pull it but I hesitate. What was on the other side? A cat? A person? The killer?…

You only live once, if I am to die then I am to die, it is what the Seven want.

I use a lot of my strength to pull open one of the doors to reveal the cold to the warm.

As my eyes scour as much as the darkness allows me to see. I turn my head right, nothing. I turn my head left, a shadow.

I shriek out of shock, jumping as I look at the body before me. A man. He has scruffy black hair, a cocky grin and a scar above his lip.

"Greetings, Septa." He smirks, enjoying my reaction. Who was this man? "Greetings… how may I help you?…" My tone is sceptical, unsure.

"I need a place to rest until the morrow. Well, it already is, what I mean is when the sun rises." He flashes a charming but cocky smile, stepping slowing infront of me. He was tall and lean, towering over me.

"Of course, you could have just came inside you know? Come, step inside, you are always welcome at the Church." His smile widens and turns into a smirk. His eyes flashing an emotion I cannot put my finger on. But it wasn’t just an emotion. I swear I had saw his deep, dark eyes flash a bright red, but it was dark, the hour of the wolf, I am just tired.

I welcomed the young man inside, smiling politely as I let him in. Shutting the door, I do not realise the danger I face. I have just locked myself in an isolated Church with a Vampire. Gods help me…

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

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Hello again! I’m back with another Rpdr Dr ask lol. But I wanted to ask, what are some things you’ve changed or kept the same? Like for instance, I’m replacing Lucky Starzzz with another contestant, I feel like she would do so much better on Dragula, and changing the elimination order. The top 4 is now Me, Onya, Jewles, and Lydia, with Lexi and Lydia switching placements

OHHHHH MY OHODFNESDSS!!!!!!! YOU HAVE NOOOOO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS ASK MAKES ME !!!!!

okay so for my dr, as a resident fag with an autistic special interest on drag race , i made a small page for every season in my script. so here's some random things i've added

season 1 doesn't have that weird filter on it (or is it more iconic to leave it like that? XD) season 6 has a double crowning between bianca and adore (are we seeing a pattern /silly) katya was actually runner up on season 7 instead of ginger minj (i just dont like ginger so sorry) season 15 has a double crowning between sasha colby and anetra. and irene dubois is a runner up with luxx because i am so sour that she didn't make it past porkchop status. i dead srs thought she was gonna take the whole season LMFAO

all stars two sees a double crowning between alaska and katya. because yes #lesbianism. the season also doesn't see raven symone absolutely tracking adore's ass through the dirt, and she ends up placing 3rd! all stars 3, i am torn between trixie continuing to win, or bendelacreme winning. but her self elimination was so fucking fierce actually so im not sure . . i am forever a theorist that with season 4 of all stars' double crowning, they were prepared to double crown literally any top 2 duo. and with manila and latrice coming in and doing a reference to all stars 1, i made them be the tied winners of as4 :3 (trinity doesn't even place top 4 bc i dont like her . i am very biased /silly) all stars 8, kandy muse wins! i don't like jimbo being on an american season of all stars, when there is canada vs the world . like . i get she fucked up like 2 or 3 other seasons of drag race but putting her on an american all stars is like . oh this is scripted from the start. okay (to me) all stars 9 , i am so srs when i say i have no fucking clue who won that season in this reality, but in my dr, shannel wins ! i was routing for her and then got so bored of the szn that i stopped following it i fear all stars 10 . ofc my bf gf is winning idc idc!!!! sue me sue me!!!!

i made sure michelle was on drag race from season 1, and just moved carson kressly to joining on season 3 instead of s7 w ross matthews. michelle was supposed to be on drag race from the start ! she just had a homophobic boss who wouldn't let her

okaokay now im getting into general drag race stuff

drag race fans understand that it's a tv show that is made for entertainment purposes, and don't attack queens who make good tv drama (like kandy, tamisha, phi phi, etc) . and bc of this, everyone on the show is comfortable making DRAAAMAA !! fights everywhere . imagine bad girls club but gayer /sillyj nobody is expected to wear big, expensive shit on the show. like . mall drag is back in style ! in this reality, mib spent 100k on her package for s15 and that's insane to me. let the girls be cheap!! probably ironic to be the next point but: world of wonder gives the cast individual budgets to spend for their outfits so they don't have to possibly go into debt for the show! (and there is no fast fashion / capitalism in my dr so the budget isn't that big tbf . everything is cheap af) also . i got rid of the guest judges coming into untucked. tbh i hate it and when i watch the show on my own time i skip that part of untucked i fear the fandoms spoiler culture is much tamer . less blabber mouths rupaul understands newer character references and doesn't just stand there like she's dead during snatch game lmfao there isn't a weight limit or bag limit for what you bring ! idk i just thought that would be fun . also the amount of alcoholic beverages aren't limited during untucked

besides this stuff, i've pretty much kept everything else the same !!!

i absolutely LOOOVEE the idea of lucky being on dragula !!!! honestly she's still on my season but i might script that she gets an opportunity to be on that show cuz i know she'd kill it !! (like jade jolie !!)

i actually found a drag race season maker template on the subreddit for the show, so i've been going through and making my elimination order, slowly lmfao .

the top 4 is me, lexi, jewels, and onya ! (in that order) . for the finale, i was so sad they didn't do an elimination style thing so lexi and sam could show off their outfits, so i'm doing that in my dr! onya and i lip sync (to finish our enemy storyline) and i send her ass packing, lexi and jewels lip sync, and then lexi and i lip sync for the crown ! i might change the song cuz i might have some bad blood w abracadabra now bc of the finale /silly

(i am so sorry for putting ur gf bf in 6th place LMFAOOO)

gigi, 12th place, is actually my sister and we didn't know the other one did drag hehe so it's a silly lil thing we bond over. we have a duo role in the wicked rusical and at some point we tripped over one another and we got put in the bottom :(( and i had to send her home . and then i lip synced against lydia and sent her home her episode as well . emotional torture by rupaul /silly

lydia and lexi switching placements makes me giggle . cuz yea iirc that episode is the . . the fucking ross vs the ducks one right? yea idk if its my bias towards my partner but i thought she did way better then lexi DJASFJSD

i hope this reply satisfies your hunger !!!! i know it did for me hehehe . thank u so much for giving me opportunity after opportunity to talk abt my drag race dr , and i absolutely love love love hearing abt urs!!!!! i meanit when i say this show is my special interest i could talk abt this for hours and so tysm for sharing ur dr with me !!!!!<3<3

bonus: i saw this in my inbox 33 mins after u sent it . its my number fr!!! /silly

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Anon Advice Asks - May 4

outlet anon, syllabus anon, elton john anon (new), maths project anon (new), not straight anon (new)

outlet anon

Hey Cas, Outlet anon here. I have (perhaps unfortunately) not Ascended, but that's probably for the best. (Btw I don't drink coffee very often, it's usually only when I've already pulled an all-nighter or two and need another one, (Yay finals :/) but I'll keep what you said in mind and stick to non-dangerous levels next time)

Okie doke...

First off, I ended up not talking to Doll about it until Wednesday (sending this Thursday morning) in part bc I wanted your opinion first, but mostly because I forgot. When I did, it was basically just You're important, I care about you, You're allowed to ask me for help, You're allowed to be selfish and take things for yourself, Okay?. Her response was something like 'Okay, it's just going to take me a while' and then she sent me a pin on pinterest later that day that pretty much 'I love you', so I think Success.

Next up, Probably Bad Decision #1,143,764: Doing Doll's work. Everything ended up being fine, but this had the potential to fuck me over astronomically. So she had done I think three assignments the whole semester, meaning I needed to do around thirty or forty to get her grade up. It took me three days (Friday-Sunday) and three all-nighters and I had to push back my own work. I don't even remember anything that happened on Monday, and the only part of the weekend I'm 100% sure happened is Sunday night. I passed out for a couple hours Monday night then dragged myself out of bed around 3am because I had a presentation due Tuesday afternoon that I had neglected in favor of Doll's work. BUT I got all the stuff done that needed to be done + a couple assignments due at the end of the week.

I want to talk about the reason I did it. Yes, she's my friend and I love her, but in all honesty... I did it because I'm not worth anything if I'm not useful, and if I'm not useful then Doll wouldn't want me around. I saved her ass, so now she's in my debt and would feel bad if she got rid of me. I know that's not true and whatever, but I was (unintentionally) raised to equate love to usefulness; I only got attention when I was in trouble (I still have breakdowns when someone raises their voice at me) or being helpful, otherwise I was ignored. I don't believe anyone can love me just for me. I do things and put effort into them, even when I don't have to, to make up for the fact that it's me. To apologize for the fact that I'm the one that did it.

I love silently for the most part and don't voice it very often. You'd think that means I can be loved silently, too, but I really can't. It doesn't even cross my mind that someone might care about me if they don't say it, and even then I need constant reassurance. But I don't get reassurance. The people I love are also people who love silently. So it ends up being I don't think they care about me. And. Like. I'm fine with that, though. In a twisted, messed up way. I'm okay with not being wanted as long as I'm needed, because if I'm needed then someone has a reason to care about me. I still would've done Doll's work regardless of if she ever looked in my direction again.

But I'm a walking contradiction. I need to be needed and don't care about being wanted, but at the same time I'm so terrified of getting left behind that as soon as I sense I've outgrown my use, I pull away. When I was younger, I got my heart shattered because My Person (like, if soulmates are real, they were mine) pulled away and left me bleeding out on the side of the road (metaphorically). They were the last person I ever believed loved me without needing something from me.

When I love someone, I can't just love them a little bit. I'm like James Potter in that way, because I give my entire soul to everyone I care about, and then I become Too Much Too Fast because it's not that deep for anyone else. But I don't know how to stop it. I don't know how to just care a little bit. My friends become my entire world, and each and every one of them takes a little piece of my heart when they inevitably leave. I don't know how much I have left to give.

Anyway. Sorry for how long that is. Other than getting no sleep, nothing much has happened in my life, I'm just really looking forward to the end of the semester.

Cheers <3

Hi <3

Honestly you seem to have a very good understanding of yourself. but the thing is, you DESERVE to be loved for who you are, not just for what you do. And I think that goes along with like...being able to set boundaries, and take care of yourself, and put yourself and your heath (and sleep) first. Do you have access to mental heath care? A therapist can be really helpful when learning how to set boundaries, you know?

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syllabus anon

Hey, syllabus anon here! Yeah, the trip went well and all, he was very nice to me and it was very cute. But now it's back to normal. I think I am the sort of person that cannot, like, keep texting for hours and stuff like that. Because almost all the time there's nothing to talk about. And for the past few days it's just me trying to drag a conversation as long as it'd last.

So yesterday I asked him what was wrong (like I'd always been doing), and he told me that he'd had this on his mind since right after our trip — that he felt as if I never gave him any consideration. As if he was just boyfriend by name. I was shocked. I had never meant to make him feel thaat way, and the fact that he'd just kept it to himself made me very upset. I tried to talk to him, to tell him what was going on with me. I think I have told you before, that this is both of ours' first relationship, and I'm particularly shy about such things, and since we meet in person for so less often, it takes time for me to open up and all. But I try my best. I told him that. I told him everything I wanted to tell him.

Then he just closed back up again. He said that he wished he'd never told me, like he wished he'd never started this conversation. That we had not started talking about this. I asked what use is that, because if we don't talk about things like this from the beginning, how are we supposed to move forward well? Keeping things like this to ourselves just hurts each other more. Whenever he goes all closed off and moody suddenly on me, I just get so upset. Because it makes me feel as if I did something wrong, and he wouldn't tell me. I told him that too.

And he told me to forget about it, and the conversation, and that we could just go back to normal. And he also immediately went back to normal. We didn't talk much after that, but that "just boyfriend by name" thing hurt me so bad. I have no idea how we're going to move forward from this. Because next year is busy academically for me, busier than the last one had been. It's very important for my future career and all, and I need to work hard. So if he already feels like he doesn't get any consideration from me, what will he do next year? I feel like a bad person sometimes, thinking about all this. I don't know if I'm doing the wrong thing. There are moments I wish this relationship had never started at all. I should have just remained single.

Hi!

"I asked what use is that, because if we don't talk about things like this from the beginning, how are we supposed to move forward well? Keeping things like this to ourselves just hurts each other more."

THIS. SO MUCH THIS. And the thing is, that means there's not much you CAN do. Because like....you can't force someone to talk. So you kind of have to decide what YOU need. Do you want to keep trying, or is this something that is hurting you too much? I think based on how much you've tried, and what he's said, it's clear this isn't on you.

If you want to do more, I think the only other thing you can do is out-andout say 'hey, if we don't fix this, I'm done' because he has to get his head out of his ass and communicate. But if you don't want to do that, if that's not your style, you're well within your rights to leave. Sometimes relationships are meant to teach us something, and it might be that you've learned what you needed from this one and it's time to go.

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elton john anon

I would like to tell you a story

In 2016 my family and I went to an Elton John concert. He was playing his newest album at the time, Wonderful Crazy Night. Which pretty much sums up how the night went. It was incredible.

At the end of the concert, my sister (who is 4 years older than me) bought a t-shirt. I loved that t-shirt and I was so jealous I didn’t get one, but life went on.

Last year we were going through some boxes of our old stuff and I found the t-shirt. I don’t know why but when I saw it I got so emotional. I was crying over a t-shirt that wasn’t even mine. Since it had been 8 years since my sister bought that shirt it (unsurprisingly) didn’t fit her. It did, however, fit me. So I begged my sister if I could have it, and because she is the best person in the world, she gave it to me. To this day it is still my favourite thing to wear. Every time I see it it brings back memories of a night I don’t remember that clearly. Listening to that album and wearing the shirt so many years later just feels like I’m going back in time to a place I wasn’t so stressed all the time. It’s my favourite feeling

Elton John will forever be my favourite artist; his music reminds me of my childhood and singing in the car with my dad and my sister. My mum was never a huge fan, although I think she likes him more now.

I don’t know why I wanted to tell you this, I think I just wanted to share this story with somebody because all of it means a lot to me

aww this is such a nice story! I feel like most people have a singer or band like this...one that just stays with them. I'm so glad your sister gave you the shirt <3

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maths project anon

Caaaaaas help meeeeeee

So I took maths this year and had two absolutely horrific teachers (great as people, horrible at teahing)

We had a really big project that was worth around 30% of my overall grade and the teacher that was handling that side of the course barely helped me even though ive done nothing like this before. I can count on one hand the amount of times he's helped me.

Hed say he'd go around the whole class but never get to me (most of the time getting to helping the two girls next to me but almost never me.)

Every time I would put my hand up to ask for his help he'd always be busy with someone else

He also said he'd print me out a template I could use (and spoiler alert: he never did)

This ended up with me only getting my introduction done and I didn't even bother sending it away to the people that mark it.

Now my other teacher handled the finance side of things and just could not explain basically anything in a way that made sense to me even after multiple attempts

He was supposed to teach us how to use excel (and he did try) but nothing he said ever made sense

Anyway this has all ended up in me being cornered by the head of the math department at my school after finishing another exam and being told I'm not gonna pass and they can remove my name from the exam if I want and if I dont respond by Wednesday (the 7th) they'll assume I don't want to do the exam

But the thing is I don't know how to tell my parents

I wasn't going to go to the exam anyway but I just can't decide if I should tell them, not tell them and attempt the exam or say I'm going and just kind of hang about the school until it would be done

But I've already been kicked out of classes like this for the last two years

I can't disappoint them again

I already know how my mum will take it, she'll be really mad at the teachers and not me

But I'm scared my stepdad will blame me and say its my fault

Because I think it might be my fault or it might be the teachers fault or it might be a mix of both I can't really tell

maybe I could've studied more and atleast I could've known the theory? I could've tried harder to get help for my project?

My mum was literally saying today that one thing about me that really annoys her is the fact that I'm a "defeatist" and I "give up so easily" and I don't know how to tell her that I practically gave up again

The only upside to this is I already have a basic qualification in maths and a place in college

But I heavily fear my stepdad will think I've wasted an entire year instead of getting a job (which he has been practically harassing me to do since I turned 18, but that's a rant for another day)

Sorry this is so long and sorry this is all being dumped on you but I had no idea who else to turn to

Thanks Cas

Hi!

Okay so I'm a bit confused on the requirements for the exam, the course, the project, etc, BUT

Looking at this from a teacher POV, I'd say that both you and the teacher hold blame. The teacher could have done a lot better about giving you the help you need, and that's not your fault at all. It sounds like they're not a very good teacher. But also, I wonder if you might have had opportunities to talk to the teacher after class, or during office hours/extra help hours?

I think before you tell your parents or decide on the exam, you should talk to the head math teacher about getting more time on the project. Explain that there wasn't a lot of time to get help in class, and hope for the best. If they say yes, then you need to ask for help. Contact the teachers who can help you, schedule time to meet and go over the things you don't understand. I know it's daunting, but it's necessary sometimes. If they say no, ask what they suggest for you to get as much credit as possible for the class, and do that. That way you have something to show your parents, you know? But yeah, don't tell your parents until you have a set plan.

Whatever you're doing, try to break it into small, less-scary parts. It's easy to give up when you have a big scary thing to do, but little things can sometimes make you feel better.

Wishing you luck!

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not straight anon

Hey Cas. I think I might be not straight.

I’m a little scared. Some of my family is really homophobic (thankfully not so much my parents or siblings that I live with) so the idea that I might like girls is like. Really scary. Like, if one day I got a girlfriend I could not bring her to my grandparents’ house and I’d probably have to cut ties with my grandmother. I don’t know who to talk about it with, really. I have one friend, but she’s straight and it’s still scary and new. I know my mom would be loving, but I don’t know how seriously she would take it, y’know? I kind of don’t want to bring it up until I’m more certain. I’m also ace, and its really hard for me to distinguish between romantic and aesthetic attraction for people, which is Not Helping. And I’m Catholic, which adds a whole other layer of guilt and anxiety to the whole thing, despite finding a bunch of other queer people who are secure in their faith. I think I’ve been lowkey traumatized by my grandmother and her views, and find it hard to believe that most people don’t think like her. But girls are just,,, so pretty sometimes? Help?

Sorry for the rant, this has been brewing in my head for like a month and I wanted to just get it out. You’re the first person I’ve told, so thank you so much for being a safe space for so many people.

Love ya and hope you have a great day :)

Hi <3

I'm so honored you chose to tell me. I completely understand why you're scared. Coming out, or considering coming out, is scary for everyone, but especially someone like you who might not be supported by everyone.

I think what you're doing is exactly right--looking for people to be in your support system. You said you found queer people who are secure in their faith. Can you continue to seek out queer people in your life that could be safe for you? Does your school have a GSA, maybe, or something similar? Building a support system is always important, but I think it'll make you feel safer, and help you decide what to do.

Sending love!

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Howard is stuck with Lalo in purgatory❌

Lalo is stuck with Howard in purgatory ✅

It definitely goes both ways. But I'm more interested in seeing how annoying that gringo can get in Lalo's eyes. One thing I know for sure is Lalo gets tired of his self-righteouness and passive-aggressiveness FAST. Anyone telling you that Lalo would be "obsessed" with Howard and Howard would be annoyed with Lalo is capping. They BOTH would be annoyed with each other. Yes, this is the enemies to lovers trope that you feen for.

He is Lalo's "của nợ" (it's like a term of endearment for a good for nothing person whom you have no way of getting rid of, which can also be used to refer to a spouse in our language ❤️ “của” = “belong” or “fortune”, "nợ" = "debt" so Lalo unforeseenly went into massive debt that he cant pay off lol, possibly for the first time in his life)

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Behind The Frozen Gaze, 07 | Yoongi

Summary: Y/n's family is burdened with significant debt and has gone into hiding to escape the dangerous Yoongi. After a year of living in secrecy, Yoongi tracks them down and in exchange for getting rid of the debt, Y/n's family is forced to give Y/n to Yoongi. Reluctantly, Y/n is forced to marry Yoongi to save her family from ruin.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: angst

WC: 2,957

Warning: angst, swearing, guns

Index | Next

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~ Yoongi's POV ~

I arrived at Y/n's parents house, spotted Mingi's car, walked over to him, he lowered the window and I said " You can go now. "

He nod his head and said " Yes, boss. "

I walked over to the front door, rang the doorbell, the door opened, Ha-joon's eyes widened when she saw me, I barged in the house without saying a word, she closed the door, looked at me and said " W-What are you doing here? "

" You know why I'm here. So, you slapped my wife and call her a slut huh?! "

Ha-joon gulped, shook her head and said " No, I would never do that to my daughter. Where did you heard that from? "

I walked over to her, she backed up, her back hit the wall, I stood in front of her and said " Don't fucking lie to me! My men told me. "

" Don't you fucking yell at me! Who do you think you are? This is my house, you need to show me some respect! "

" Oh.. I have to show YOU respect? After what you did to my wife? I don't think so. "

" Whatever she said to you is a lie. I- "

I threw the vase on the wall causing broken glass go all over the floor and shouted " Don't fucking interrupt me when I'm talking! You know what? I should send my men to go see your precious little son and- "

Ha-joon shook her head, go down on her knees and shouted " No, please don't hurt my son! Please Yoongi, I'll do anything. Please! "

I slapped her face which caused her to fall to the floor, she cupped her cheek with her hand, cried and I shouted " How do you like that huh?! Nobody hurts my wife, do you hear me?! "

She didn't say anything, I grabbed a fist fold of her hair, yanked on it, moved her head back and said " I asked you a question! "

" Yes! " She sobbed.

I let go of her hair, grabbed my gun from my back pocket, her eyes widened, shook her head and said " No, please! "

" If you disrespect my wife ever again, I'll do what I should've done to your son from the start. Do you hear me?! "

She nod her head fast and said " Yes, yes, Yoongi. I won't, I promise! "

" If you tell anyone about this, I'll come back and kill you and your family. Do you understand? "

" Yes! "

I put my gun back in my pocket, looked at her and said " Get up. "

She quickly got up, sobbed, I rolled my eyes and said " Stop fucking crying you're getting in my nerves. "

" I-I'm sorry. "

I looked at the broken glass on the floor from the vase, point at it and said " Clean this shit up. "

" You're the one who broke it. " She mumbled.

I clenched my jaw and said " I'm sorry, what was that? Are you trying to say something? "

She shook her head and I said " I thought so. Now clean this shit up, I'm leaving. Remember what I said. "

She nod her head, I walked out of the house to my car and stopped when I heard Ha-joon shouted " Tell your wife to stay the fuck away from ME and my family. She's not fucking welcome here and if she comes near my daughter I- "

Oh now you've done it. I was trying to be nice to you and now you're going to get it..

I took my gun out from my back pocket, loaded it up, turned around, walked over to her and said " The fuck you say bitch? "

She quickly slammed the door shut, I banged on the door and shouted " Open the fucking door! "

" No! Please, I'm sorry! "

I pointed the gun to the window, shot 4 times, heard Ha-joon screamed, glass shattered, I got in the house through the window, when Ha-joon saw me her eyes widened, and ran to a room.

I ran after her, grabbed a fist fold of her hair, pulled on it, threw her on the floor and said " What are you going to do huh? Tell me, what are you going to do my wife? "

She sobbed, didn't say anything, I laughed and said " You're fucking quiet now aren't you? Now you're really pissed me off. "

" Please, Yoongi I- "

" Shut the fuck up. Stop talking! " I took my phone out and called Namjoon.

" Who are you on the phone with? " Ha-joon panicked.

Namjoon: Hello?

Me: Go to Dae-hyun, you know what to do.

Namjoon: Yes boss.

I hanged up the call, Ha-joon sobbed " No, please! Don't hurt Dae-hyun I'm begging you! "

I pulled her hair causing her to get up, threw her on the couch, put my gun on her temple and said " Call Y/n now. "

Ha-joon's shaking hands grabbed her phone from the coffee table, looked at me and said " W-What am I going to say? "

" Apologize to her. "

" For what? "

I pressed the gun on her temple harder and said " Do as I say. "

" Okay, okay. "

" And put it on speaker. "

Ha-joon nod her head and said " I will, can you move that gun away from me? "

" I will after you finished apologizing to my wife. Now call her. "

Ha-joon called Y/n and she answered it:

Y/n: Hello?

Ha-joon: Y/n, sweetheart, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you earlier. I wasn't myself, I've been dealing with some problems and I let them all out on you. Please forgive me, I feel so bad. I would never hurt you again, I promise.

Y/n: * Silence *

Ha-joon: Y/n? Did you hear what I said?

Y/n: ... Yes, I did. Look, um, I gotta go. Bye. * Call Ended *

Ha-joon looked at me and said " There, happy? Now, tell me what you're going to do with Dae-hyun? "

I lowered my gun, ignored her as I'm walking out of the house with her sobbing from behind me, " Please, please let me know what you're doing my son! "

I got in the car, drove off, looked at the rear view mirror, saw her running to the direction where their restaurant is at screaming his name.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I found the call with my Mom odd, she never calls me sweetheart and she never apologizes for hurting me..

I heard from behind me " Everything okay Mrs. Min? "

I turned around, looked at Hana and said " Yes, I'm fine. "

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

I am here in the family restaurant with my wife and all of the sudden I heard someone calling my name, I rushed out of the restaurant and saw my Mom sobbing crying my name out.

" Mom? "

She ran to me, gave me a hug, sobbed, holding me tight, " Mom, what's wrong? "

She pulled away, looked at me and said " You're okay, you're really okay. Nothing happened to you, right? "

" What do you mean? What happened to your cheek? It's red. "

~ Ha-joon's POV ~

I wiped my tears, saw a man in a black car which I assumed it's one of Yoongi's men because he shook his head at me with a gun in his hand on the steering wheel, I gulped and said " I-I got followed home and they broke into the house and robbed me. "

" What?! " Dae-hyun shouted.

I grabbed his hand, pulled him inside the restaurant, my heart is racing fast when I saw the guy stepped out of his car, he walked inside the restaurant, glared at me, Dae-hyun looked at his wife and told her what happened.

I watched as the man took out a water bottle from the fridge, walked over to us, I felt my legs starting to shake, he set the water bottle down on the table, Dae-hyun looked at him and said " Is that all? "

The man nod his head, Dae-hyun told him how much it is, the man took his wallet, took the money out and whispered to only I can hear " If you tell him, you know what will happen. "

I gulped, Dae-hyun's wife looked at me and said " Did you saw the robbers face? "

The guy gave the money to Dae-hyun, grabbed the water bottle, walked away, I let out a sigh with relief that he didn't hurt my son.

We really need to move.. I don't think I can handle another moment like this.. I don't want anything to happen to my family and Y/n needs to tell her husband to stay away.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am on my way home, I pulled over to call Namjoon to see if Ha-joon told her precious son about what happened.

Namjoon: Yes boss?

Me: Did she say anything?

Namjoon: No, she told Ha-joon that she got followed home and she got robbed.

Me: That'll teach her not to hurt my wife. See you when you get to the mansion. * Hanged up *

~ Ha-eun's POV ~

" Calm down Ha-eun! " Bo-Ri begged me.

I threw everything off my vanity desk, sobbed hard, grabbed a vase, threw it on the wall, I gasped for air and shouted " WHY?! WHY DID HE MARRIED HER?! HE SHOULD'VE MARRIED ME!! "

" Ha-eun! " Bo-Ri shouted.

I pulled on my hair, screamed out to the top of my lungs, got down on my knees, sobbed harder and shouted " HE SHOULD'VE BEEN WITH ME!! I LOVED HIM FIRST! "

I looked at Bo-Ri, got up, walked over to her and said " I'm going to kill her. * Laughed * She took him away from me, she doesn't deserve him. He's MINE and she won't get away with this. "

" Ha-eun, you're scaring me. " Bo-Ri backed away from me.

I laughed hard, walked over to my walk in closet, opened the door that has my shrine of Yoongi that has pictures of him, grabbed his jacket that I stole from his room, bring it up to my nose, took a sniff of his colonge, closed my eyes, moved the jacket away, and smiled as I'm looking at his picture.

" When I get rid of that bitch, you're going to be all mine. Nobody will come in between us my love. " I leaned in and kissed the photo.

I looked at Bo-Ri, smiled hard and said " When I get married to Min Yoongi, you're going to be my maid of honor. "

~ Bo-Ri's POV ~

This bitch needs help..

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am here in the living room reading a book, I heard footsteps walking to me, I looked up, Mrs. Min stood in front of me and said " You think you run this house because you married my son, well, you think wrong. "

I stood up, looked at her and said " I didn't even do anything to you. Why are you treating me like this? "

" Don't talk back! Wait until my husband comes home tonight, he's going to put you in your place. You don't belong here. You would NEVER become a member of the Min family. "

I was forced to be in this family, I don't have a choice..

Before I could say anything, she walked away, I let out a sigh, walked to the kitchen, Areum looked at me and said " Do you need anything sweetheart? "

" Could I have a glass of water? "

She nod her head and said " Of course. "

Areum walked over to the cabinet, grabbed a cup, poured some water, gave it to me, I thanked her, took a sip out of the water, looked at her and said " Areum, is it true that Mr. Min, Yoongi's Dad is coming tonight? "

" Yes, he is. "

I heard footsteps walking to the kitchen, Yoongi looked at me and said " I need to talk to you. "

I nod my head, followed Yoongi to his office, we sat down, I drank my water, and Yoongi said " As you know, my father is coming tonight. "

" Yes, your mother told me. "

" He's coming along with my little brother Yonhae. I gotta warn you though, Yonhae can be a little flirt. "

" Can I ask you something? "

" Depends what it is. "

" How old are you? "

" 32. "

He's 7 years older than me.

I gulped, shivers go down my spine as I'm thinking about how he had his men grabbing me and threw me in the car with a gun to my head, I looked at him and said " What do you do? "

The door knocked, Yoongi looked at the door and said " Come in. "

The door opened, the guy with the lip piercing looked at us and said " Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know- "

" What is it, Jungkook? "

" Uh, Minho called and told me to leave a message. "

Yoongi nod his head, looked at me and said " Would you mind stepping out so me and Jungkook can talk? "

" Sure. " I stood up and walked out of the office.

I walked over to my room, set my cup down on the nightstand, laid down on the bed, opened the first drawer from the nightstand, grabbed my laptop and go on Netlix to watch a movie.

**

I heard voices coming from downstairs, I set my laptop down on the bed, got off, walked out of the room to down the stairs, I got to the living room, and saw a man that looked similar to Yoongi.

He looked at me, looked at Yoongi and said " So, this is your wife? "

Yoongi looked at me, nod his head and said " Yes, that's her. "

The guy walked over to me and said " Hello, I'm Yongmin. Yoongi's Dad. "

" Hi, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you. "

" Nice to meet you too. "

I looked at Mrs. Min, she glared at me, a guy walked over to me and said " Hello, I'm Yonhae. I gotta say, I have a very beautiful sister in law. "

" Yonhae. " Yongmin glared at him.

Yonhae smiled and Seo-ah shouted " Areum! "

Footsteps ran to the dining room, Areum looked at Seo-ah and said " Yes? "

" Is the food ready? "

Areum nod her head and said " Yes, the dining table is all set up. "

Seo-ah nod her head and said " Okay, that's all. "

Areum walked to the kitchen, we walked over to the dining room, sat down, began to eat, Yonhae looked at me and said " How old are you Y/n? "

" I'm 25. "

Yonhae smiled and said " Same age as me. "

I looked at Yoongi who is glaring at Yonhae and he said " Shut up and eat your food. "

Yonhae looked at Yoongi and said " Chill, I just wanted to get to know my sister in law. "

Seo-ah looked at him and said " Why do you need to get to know her? Their marriage isn't real. "

Yongmin glared at Seo-ah and said " Watch it, Seo-ah. "

" What? It's the truth! He should've married Ha-eun instead. She's a perfect fit to be his bride. "

Yoongi looked at his Mom and said " I don't want to hear it. "

" Why not? "

" Don't start Seo-ah! " Yongmin shouted at her.

" You need to mind your own business, it's not up to you on who I marry. It's my life! " Yoongi shouted.

Yoongi and his Mom argued, I jumped a little when Yongmin slammed his hands on the table and shouted " SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU! "

Seo-ah looked at her husband and said " Yongmin! "

" I don't want to fucking hear it. Shut up! "

This reminds me back at home..

" Why can't you be on my side with this?! I don't approve of her being his wife. Why aren't you putting her in her place? She doesn't belong here! "

" You better shut up, don't talk about my wife like that. She has every right to be here. "

His Mom pushed her chair back, looked at her husband and said " You, me, in the bedroom right now. We need to talk. "

" Sit back down, we don't need to have this conversation. It's already been done. Get over it. " Yongmin said.

" No, I'm not getting over it. "

" What did I tell you? Huh? I said to don't disrespect my wife and look what you're doing? " Yoongi said.

" If you're not going to eat Seo-ah, leave. " Yongmin said.

Seo-ah scoffed and said " What kind of husband are you?! Can't even side with your wife? You're going to let your son treat me like this?! "

Yongmin got up, walked over to her, grabbed her arm, dragged her out of the dining room, she shouted " Get your fucking hand off me! "

" Shut up! "

A door slammed which made me jump a little, Yoongi slammed his fist on the table, got up, walked away, slammed the door, I felt Yonhae put his hand on my back and said " Sorry you had to see that. "

I looked at him and said " It's okay, I'm used to it. It's like that back at home. "

" I'm sorry. "

" It's okay. "

" Eat your food, it's getting cold. "

I nod my head and we ate while getting to know each other.

**

It is 12am, I am laying down in bed reading my book, I heard the door knocked, I put the bookmark in, closed the book, I got out of bed and walked to the door.

I opened it, saw Yoongi, he gave me this black bag, before I could say anything he walked away to his room and closed the door behind him. I stepped back, closed the door, walked over to the bed, set the bag down, looked what's inside the bag, there's some chocolates, chips and ice cream.

These are my favorites.

Is this his way of apologizing about what happened earlier?

[qweeflord]

Big Beautiful Societal Unrest

In the rat race

At an incredible pace

The world is moving too fast

When my nightmares arise

Every day's got a worse suprise

Before long, I've got debt up to my eyes

I can't even breathe

My family, they seized,

Some bigots find a way to justify it

I go into work

Which I may lose, because of that jerk

And wonder how we all can survive this

Make no mistake, I'm bigger than my demons

And this is all bigger than I,

But we're not alone, no kings will be known,

And we will get rid of that guy.

[ozimagines]

hi again, just to tell you i am loving every bit of this, keep up the incredible work!😊

i feel like with the next chapter, we gotta give miggy his proper dues, since that poor boy suffered too stinkin long because of it, and our Y/N character is a witch so its perfect

I feel like it would be so beautiful and gratifying to let miguel meet and see his baby/son one last time and get closure (in the spirit world or however) i feel like that would both be extremely satisfying, and probably be a VERY big/good reason why he bassicly becomes her human guard dog in oz (cause he feels like he owes a stinkin life debt for it)

and hey, since its fanfiction why not some romance/spice (im sorry miggy, your just too stinkin handsome, everybody wants a peice of alvarez, and i give permission for asian fire noodle levels of spice)

Can do to all of it! Sorry it takes me so long to put thing out nowadays. I got a new job. I'm a Bible teacher if you can believe it lol My class is two years old.

Miguel didn't know what to think. He kept turning over the jar in his hands. He had no clue what it meant. It was almost worth it not to get the hundred dollars as long as he could get rid of the fucking thing. Creeped him out.

Chico questioned Miguel when he got back.

"How'd it go?” He looked down at Miguel’s hands. “And what the fuck is that?”

“It’s… she/he/they gave me… look, it’s a long story.”

He filled Chico in to the best of his ability.

Chico thought for a moment.

“So he/she/they’re like a Witch?”

“Beats the fuck out of me.” Miguel looked back at the jar in his hands, turning it over and over.

He fell asleep staring at it. He could swear there was this energy coming off of it. When he looked at it too hard, he could see this little white aura around it. Freaked him the fuck out.

He got up, and, despite the voice in his head screaming in all directions, took the little bottle and opened it, purging the contents into the toilet and flushing.

He’d take his fucking chances without this voodoo shit.

He avoided you the next day.

That was the day El Cid showed up and Chico betrayed him. The day his life started spiraling.

He sat in the hallway, trying to understand how something could go so bad so fast. Every part of him ached. The best thing about being in charge was having some place to belong. Miguel rarely had that outside of gangs growing up. Now he was fucked. Plus El Cid seemed to have it out for Miguel. Double fucked.

He put his head in his hands and slid down the wall, fighting every urge he had to cry.

“You didn’t keep the jar, did you?”

His head popped up and he clocked you, putting it back down a second after as he’d detected no threat.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I’d been asking around about you.” You do everything but get lost. “Couldn’t get a straight answer out of anyone but an Officer Mineo made some comment about just deserts.”

“I said fuck off.” He shoots back pricklier this time, an evident snarl in his voice.

“I know you’re wondering about me. Wondering who or even what I am.”

Miguel didn’t have a retort for that. He was wondering what you were. You walk over to him calmly and slide down the wall to his level. He doesn’t flinch but mostly because he willed himself not to.

“There’s lots of words for what I do. All of them are a little correct and a little incorrect. There’s a phrase in Italian said primarily in the south. Forse non è vero, ma ci credo. Maybe it’s not true, but I believe it. That’s sort of where I’m at.”

“What was that jar?” He snapped.

You give a sheepish smile.

“A protection jar. Seems it did you little good.”

“I tossed it.” He admitted, staring at his feet.

“Oh.” Was all you said in response.

There was silence for a moment.

“Protection from what?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“You rarely get all the answers at once. It’s kind of like traffic lights. There’s not necessarily oncoming traffic on a red light but it does increase the likelihood. Run it at your own risk.”

“I lost everything in the span of hours.” He confided, still wondering what he could have done differently.

“You pulled Towers, I’m not surprised.” At his questioning look, you explain. “Towers upright means upheaval and life change. It can mean awakening but those are hardly without pain. When it fell from my pocket, and landed reversed for me I thought she was remarking on my resistance to change. Upright to you on the other hand meant rude awakenings. It’s Tarot.”

Miguel was silent, before asking;

“You thought what was remarking?”

“Hmm?”

“You said you thought she was remarking. What’s she in this instance?”

“The deck.”

“The deck… of cards…?”

“Every tarot deck has a personality. A life force. Mine is often honest to the point of rude. Some people get ironic decks and I get this.” You touch your pocket softly. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s silent again, and you look up to find him staring at you like some sort of wild animal, frightened and a little amused.

“You think I’m either shitting you or crazy, don’t you?”

“The deck tell you that?” He asked sarcastically, going to get up and leave you. You call after him;

“She was right once before.”

He stops in his tracks and you keep talking.

“The deck, I mean. She was right about your upheaval.”

He sucked at his teeth and turned back to you.

“Meaning?”

“Maybe she’ll be right again?” You go to retrieve the deck from your pocket, running your fingers lovingly over the cards.

Miguel wanted to leave, as he did, in fact, suspect you were insane. He didn’t though. Because the deck was right before. Because he disobeyed once. He didn’t think of himself as superstitious, but losing everything in less than a day will turn the biggest skeptic into the biggest believer. He fought that angry voice in his head saying to bash your brains in, and sat down.

“I’m going to do a basic three card pull. We can decide if we want more from there.” You start to shuffle the deck, making heavy eye contact with him. “We’re going to pull ‘the situation’, ‘the obstacle’, and ‘the lesson’.”

“The lesson?”

“Oh, yes, Miguel. All awakenings are lessons.” You’re careful to feel the edge on every card, mindful of your fingers and the cards in them. “What’s the new leader of El Norte’s name?”

“So you do know-“

“The name, Miguel.”

“…El Cid.”

You count E L C I D and draw the final card, placing it face down.

“What’s the star sign of the man who betrayed you?”

Miguel scoffed.

“No one-“

“That lieutenant of yours. The one whose last name means ‘war’.”

“Chico.” The voice whistled in his mouth.

“Star sign, Miguel.”

“I don’t know, man. He was born in October.”

“What day?”

“Twenty ninth? I think?”

You draw S C O R P I O, and pick the last card, leaving it face down. As you shuffle, a card pops out and lands sideways. Miguel goes to pick it back up and hand it to you but you discourage it.

“There’s no accidents in Tarot, Miguel. The deck is trying to tell us something.

You keep shuffling, your breath hitching for a second. He noticed the shift.

“I…”

“What? What’s the last question?”

“…what was your baby’s name?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow and he holds his breath, debating beating the shit out of you.

“How the hell-“

“I’m sorry, Miguel. Really, I am-“

“We didn’t pick out a name yet. He died before we could.”

Miguel mixed the truth with a lie, hoping you were bullshitting and couldn’t call him out. You did though.

“An hour before they took him off life support, you gave him a name. What was it?”

“How-“

“Miguel I don’t mean to pry but it we’re doing this, we’re doing this, now what was his-“

“Jaziel.” He answers, his voice breaking at the end and his throat catching a lump. Your heart breaks a little for him.

You found J A Z I E L, and draw the final card, putting it down and thanking your deck before discarding that as well. You first go to ‘the situation’ card, reminding him of what it was, as he barely acknowledged you, still having the name Jaziel bounce around in his skull.

The situation: Nine of Swords

The obstacle: The Devil

The lesson: Five of Cups Reversed

The accidental draw: The Fool

He blinks twice and looks at you.

“So what the fuck does any of this mean?”

“First is the situation, here being Nine of Swords, meaning overwhelming remorse and guilt, here leading to an inability to cope and a deep unhappiness.”

“Hey I was coping just fine until-“

How’d you get that scar on your face?” You’re tired of his interrupting. He shuts his mouth. “Thought so.”

You continue;

“The obstacle is The Devil, here meaning many things but here I think takes on an unexplored self theme. You never indulged those things that make you human, and now it’s all you have left, and it’s unfamiliar to you. It could also mean you’re stuck in a toxic cycle of egoism and need to take accountability for where you’re at.”

He stayed silent. Seemed right.

“The lesson to learn was Five of Cups Reversed, meaning the overcoming of anxiety, regret, and despair, and releasing the emotions to forgive. Forgiveness includes oneself too, Miguel.”

He blinks away from you, as your reading was getting a reaction from him.

“The unintentional draw was The Fool.”

“Fucking great.” Miguel lamented bitterly. You shake your head.

“That’s probably the most positive card you drew.”

“So the silver lining is I’m a fool?”

“No Miguel, The Fool is nothing left to lose. It’s a powerful card, meaning the freedom of a new cycle. You can do this. All isn’t lost. Learn your lesson.”

Miguel thought.

“About my kid’s name.”

“The cards told me-“

“That’s not what I was talking about.” He got in your face and growled. “Never tell anyone. None of these fuckers deserve to know my baby’s name.”

“Of course.” You agree.

He gets up and starts away, before turning back to say something, deciding against it, and leaving.

You watch him with a troubled gaze.

He rushes through the halls, ears ringing and trying to understand what has just occurred. He crashes into a despondent figure, hackles raised and ready for a fight.

It was Peter Schibetta, eyes vacant and barely processing the world around him.

“‘M sorry.” He mumbled and started to walk back to the psych ward.

Miguel reacted in guilt. He’d remembered mocking Schibetta’s tragedy to Chico, who was probably mocking his tragedy to El Cid. On the one hand he could appreciate Chico’s chameleon like ability to blend with his leaders, on the other hand he felt so stupid now, thinking Chico might have actually been his friend.

“You’re fine, bro.” He tried to walk away, but he was drawn to Peter. Peter and he, what seemed like two lifetimes ago, had their leadership confrontations. Now, they’d both fallen from grace in different ways. “Hey I’m sorry about-“

“You too.” Peter said quickly.

It was a strange interaction but one that affirmed humanity in both men’s eyes.

Miguel mulled things over all night, trying to gauge whether or not you were trustworthy. You did know some things you had no right knowing.

Jaziel.

Miguel felt the name in his soul. Jaziel. His baby. His baby he met twice, first bringing him into the world and the second guiding him out of it.

What he wouldn’t give to see his baby again. Tell him how sorry his Papi was that he couldn’t protect him. His sweet boy.

Miguel talked to El Cid the next day, asking him what he could do to be back in the folds. He was losing his mind on the outskirts.

“Tráeme los ojos”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

There was no winning here.

You felt the air around you shift.

You brought your hag stone up to your eye and looked for the cause.

It was a white man with long brown hair, with a kind of uncanny valley smile. His eyes were unblinking.

“You’re Donald Groves, right?”

“Right.”

“You ate your parents.”

“Just my mom.”

“Oh.”

You’re not sure how to continue the conversation.

“Are you a-“

“I’m a Mara.”

“A sleep paralysis demon.”

“Right again.”

His smile was off putting, a weird ish energy about him. You weren’t sure if his was a malevolent presence for you.

“Why-“

“Miguel Alvarez.”

“What about him?”

“He’s about to detonate.”

“Detonate?”

“Self destruct. He’s going to tear out the eyes of a CO.”

“Why?”

“He’s been ordered to. And he’s just desperate enough to do it.”

Fuck. This was bad. He’d end up in solitary or death row.

“How do you know?”

“I give him nightmares about it. But we were cell mates once. He wasn’t too cuddly but he was nicer to me than any of the other dinks here. I know about his baby. I know you know about his baby. Stop him or I’ll be visiting him with nightmares for eternity.”

“I’ll stop him. Which CO?”

“Eugene Rivera.”

“And El Cid ordered him to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll go handle it.”

You thank Donald Groves and s art down the hall. You ask around for Miguel but no one person seems to know. You go through all the halls in Oz, when you see the back of a familiar head.

“Miguel!”

He turns with a start and you see a scalpel in his hands. You know what he’s going to do.

“Don’t do it, Miguel.”

“Do what?” He asks, with the sickening feeling that you already know everything.

“Donald Groves just told me. He says he’s been giving you nightmares about it for a few days now. I’m begging you, Miguel, this won’t solve anything.”

“Lot you know. El Cid’s never gonna let me live without doing this.”

“What kind of a life will you have if you do? And if you kill him by accident you end up on death row.”

“At least then I’ll be able to see my baby again.”

“Is that what you think?” Your heart is racing, you’re thinking of any way you can save him from himself. “Ok. Give me a day to get the right materials together. Just one day, and I’ll find Jaziel for you.”

“Find? What the fuck?”

“We don’t have souls, Miguel, we are souls with bodies temporarily. Your baby’s soul is somewhere in the karmic cycle. I can find him for you. You can say goodbye. Just please. Please give me a day.”

“You promise?”

“I do. With my whole self.”

“One day.” Was all he said, before rushing off. You sigh. Rivera was safe for another day.

You leave work early and make your way across town finding the right materials.

One obsidian pendulum, a vial of waning moon water, a handful of graveyard dirt, an ounce of amaranth flowers, three mullein candles, a cowrie shell, double terminated rainbow fluorite, and a satchel of cayenne.

You bring it to work the next day. You find a time for you and Miguel to sneak away to the execution room and set everything up.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“Just get me my son.”

“Greetings, Hecate. Thank you for lifting the veil between the physical world and the spirit world. We’d like to speak to a Jaziel Alvarez, wherever he might be.”

Miguel was starting to get angry with the persisting silence. He couldn’t believe he was dumb enough to believe you’d be able to reach his son. His face goes red and he gets up to leave, when he feels a tiny hand on his shoulder and a small;

“Papi?”

[horizon-verizon]

If Helaena was more active, that would require writing new plot bits / dedicate her extra scenes, and who needs that when she is an NPC with no notable actions in this story ? Helaena was not an important character in the book, and it limits her show version because there is no space for her actions in the plot. That’s why she isn’t allowed to actively try and do something, unlike pretty much every other Targ with visions. Writers just noticed that it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is, so they decided to give her a gimmick ability of pointless predictions that casual watchers may find interesting. Her muttering vague spoilers while being ignored doesn’t require time or extra work, costs nothing but creates some illusion of character depth, mystery and importance.

Basically she is “letting her dreams guide her” to the window instead of boringly jumping into it because she is now fancy cute special magical girl.

Helaena was not an important character in the book, and it limits her show version because there is no space for her actions in the plot. That’s why she isn’t allowed to actively try and do something, unlike pretty much every other Targ with visions. Writers just noticed that it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is, so they decided to give her a gimmick ability of pointless predictions that casual watchers may find interesting.

I think it's more of what I describe HERE, HERE, esp HERE. Because while she has only two lines/actions of note before her descent into grief-madness and suicide in the book:

Princess Helaena was breaking her fast with her children when the Kingsguard came to her…but when asked the whereabouts of Prince Aegon, her brother and husband, she said only, “He is not in my bed, you may be sure. Feel free to search beneath the blankets."

("The Blacks and the Greens") “Scream and you all die,” Blood told Her Grace. Queen Helaena kept her calm, it is said. “Who are you?” she demanded of the two. “Debt collectors,” said Cheese. “An eye for an eye, a son for a son. We only want the one, t’ square things. Won’t hurt the rest o’ you fine folks, not one lil’ hair. Which one you want t’ lose, Your Grace?” ("A Son for a Son")

you can can still develop a character from these actions/words (again, look to that last linked post). It's not impossible, bc there iss till action and context and how she is used/relates to her family by how they conduct themselves, why they are usurping Rhaenyra, what justifications they use, the entire point of the Dance and its effect, and their own values. To think about the effect that may have on Helaena in conjuction w/what we see above in the quotes: how can/could she have become that.

So if the writers did feel this:

it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is

they aren't very imaginative or observant as they think. So I also still agree that it partially comes from egotistical, intellectual laziness:

Her muttering vague spoilers while being ignored doesn’t require time or extra work, costs nothing but creates some illusion of character depth, mystery and importance.

Helaena of the orig story may not do great actions aside from kill herself in such a graphic way (GRRM again with the graphic violence women go through being the starkest thing they do), but it's worse when you make her even more passive by making her keep her dreams to herself and using them to make her seem more mysterious than she is. And Helaena actually was important plot wise--mechanically--bc it is her Sophie's Choice then suicide that comes to Rhaenyra's having to flee KL, as GRRM mentions in his deleted Sept 4 blog post.

Because the other thing is that mystery in ASoIaF usually works as a mystery when there is non-revealing information suggested to both the characters AND readers; whereas HotD Helaena's "mystery" is known to the audience but not the characters & thus it really doesn't hit and is not real "mystery" so much as futility and an attempt at pleasing some in the audience at the expense of developing her.

Which is another reason why she feels so empty and is still not that compelling for many people in the audience.

[lulue-xie]

Started to write it but don't get much motivation for it.

Linked with this

Jounouchi × Hirutani, gang setting, smut and toxic/unbalanced relationship.

“Oh shit !” He bites his lip when he feels him go deeper in him, he didn’t remember when the good boy praise turned into this. At first, he was just a teen watching for some attention, a little diamond to polish like he said, but everything ran faster than him and here he was, playing the slut for his boss, at least it felt good.

“Seen like you enjoy it, hm?” Hirutani pulls his hair and makes him go farther on his dick. He only knows how to do rough sex, going fast and hard on him.

Jounouchi gets a shuddered breath before a last devastating thrust on his prostate pushes him over the edge, and he cums into the wall he is pressed on. He can hear Hirutani grunting in his neck before grabbing his hip with force to cum in turn, inside him.

“Good, I need a shower.” Jounouchi passes his hand in his hair before putting back his underwear and pants, he doesn't want to feel all the semen running over his tights. The boss does the same after cleaning himself, he throws some tissues at him.

“At least clean my wall Jou” Looking annoyed.

Jounouchi rolls his eyes.

“I was thinking you loved my art, boss.” cleaning the wall without waiting.

“If you have finished, I will go back home.” walking past him.

“Don’t be late tomorrow for your match.”

“Yeah yeah.” Waving him goodbye.

In the shower, finally safe in his home, he fingers himself to get rid of Hiratuni's remains. He liked the sex but he was always annoyed when he did it raw on him, cleaning all this mess took too long.

Hiratuni gave him safety and all he needed, in exchange Jounouchi just had to help him with money. Until he became a little star of illegal boxing he was collecting the debt of others, ironic when you knew he had his own father's debt to pay.

He uses his fist a lot and he loves that, the rush of adrenaline when his fist touches other's skin, the feel of blood between his fingers, he was born a natural fighter.

Sex was just a bonus.

***

The next day he was preparing himself in the locker room, as a regular winner he has more privacy than others. The privilege to make the money flow.

He can see his boss speaking with some money bags when he puts his shoes on. He starts to band his hands, habitually Hiratuni helps him with it and it was annoying to do it alone but business doesn't wait in this world.

“Look at this mess” Hiratuni sighs before he sits before him, taking his hand. “Can’t you wait for 5 min?” He starts to redo the bandage on Jounouchi’s hand.

“What was that?” Pointing his chin where the rich man was standing minutes ago.

“One more to ask for your price, Jou.” Smiling at him. “They really think they can get my champion out of my hands.”

Jounouchi just hm at that. He doesn’t know if it was a good idea to get out of the gang, it was comfortable and secure. He knows what was before him. Yes Hiratuni had his temper, but he was more family than anything he knew.