#this was going to be 2 gifs longer 🥴

[tmpttion]

the name chapter: temptation preview ♡ 네버랜드를 떠나며

[b14augrana]

Scrubber: Off-season

You go on vacation with all your teammates and the location is somewhere familiar to them

Barça Femení x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

pt. 2 masterlist

Warnings: none! just a long, cute fic 👼

A/N: scrubber content is back 💝 just a little filler / mini scrubber series while the next part to the actual series gets written slowly but surely. i’ll most likely write a part 2 if people want x

fridolinarolfo

→ Does anyone have vacation plans??!

ingrid_engen

→ no not yet 🫤

fridolinarolfo

→ Hellooooo where is everyone else

ingrid_engen

→ get active plz @/aitanabonmati @claudiaapina @/yourname @/alexiaputellas

Replied to fridolinarolfo

Does anyone have vacation plans??!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ anyways why did you ask about plans for the holiday? do you have any?

yourname

→ i dont have plans frido. omg do you wanna hang out??? 😋

patri8guijarro

→ I’m not doing anything

fridolinarolfo

Replied to yourname

i dont have plans frido. omg do you wanna h…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I have an idea 🙂‍↕️ How about we all go on vacation together? We can all decide on a place

❤️ 8

ona.batlle

→ That sounds fun 😍 Nobody be boring and say no!!!!

yourname

→ ona’s right it does sound fun i wanna do it plz 🐒

alexiaputellas

→ Where will we go

ingrid_engen

→ hmm any ideas guys? 🥴

claudiaapina

→ Ibiza so we can party 🔥🔥

alexiaputellas

→ No not with bebita around

👎 1

yourname

→ guys my friend said we should go to new zealand. i think she is biased bc she is from there but it looks like a nice place 😄

fridolinarolfo

→ I really liked New Zealand actually

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I wish we stayed longer 🫠

ingrid_engen

Replied to fridolinarolfo

I really liked New Zealand actually

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ same!! it was such a nice place and the people were really sweet

❤️ 6

patri8guijarro

→ We should go to New Zealand on vacation 🤩

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Me María and Clau didn’t go with you guys for the world cup so its our first time

yourname

Replied to patri8guijarro

Me María and Clau didn’t go with you guys f…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ i haven’t gone there either PLZZZZZ can we go guys pleaseeeeee 🙏🙏🤞

alexiaputellas

→ I liked it there so if everyone else wants to then yes I think we should go 🙌🏼

❤️ 9 🔥 4 🎉 2

patri8guijarro

→ Barça on tour already??? 🤣

❤️ 7 😂 5

“I’m so excited for our break!” you exclaimed, skipping over to Alexia. The team was warming down in the gym after a training session, and you had all spent the entire day talking about your plans to go on vacation in New Zealand.

“I’m excited too. It’ll be nice to actually enjoy New Zealand, because we didn’t get much time during the World Cup,” Alexia said, walking at a steady pace on the treadmill. You leaned on the handle, nodding at her words, “I can’t wait. It looks so awesome, and my friend said it is awesome.”

“Who’s your friend?” the woman asked, looking at you with a small smile as you responded. “I met her in the park a few weeks ago — her name’s Ludo. She told me that she was born in Italy but lives in New Zealand, and apparently she’s studying here, in Barcelona. How cool is that?”

Alexia raised her eyebrows, a surprised expression on her face, “Really cool, and she’s right, New Zealand is awesome. I liked Auckland a lot. There’s a tall skyscraper in the city that lights up at night. Se ve precioso.”

“Hey, maybe next time we can go to Australia for vacation. Laia must have some friends at Arsenal that can give us some advice on where to go,” she added. Australia was another place you thought was beautiful. The beaches looked so… beach-y. They looked like the type of beaches you imagine when you hear the word ‘beach’, but Barcelona beaches weren’t too far off either in your humble beach-lover opinion.

"Are you two talking about the holidays?" It was Ingrid asking now, and she emerged from the other side of Alexia. You nodded, a smile on your face. "Yeah. I can't wait, it's literally all I've been thinking about, I'm so excited! I want to go to the beach and the city– Patri! Clau!" you yelled, beckoning to the women across the room, "We should go bungee jumping!"

Patri's face lit up. "I'll do anything that gives Ale a heart attack," she jeered, nudging Alexia gently as she stepped off the treadmill and wiped her forehead with a towel. "Cállate, tonto," Alexia laughed.

“I’m excited to try their coffee. I hope they’ve got a good coffee culture,” Ingrid said, earning a hum of agreement from Fridolina, another café enthusiast.

There were so many things to do, you couldn't keep up. When you and Irene got home, you immediately dashed to your room and flopped onto your bed with your notebook and laptop open, searching up and scribbling down a list of activities for you guys to do during your time in New Zealand. It ranged from bowling at an arcade to dining in a restaurant situated at the top of a skyscraper, so the options were endless.

Honestly, you were just happy to be going on holiday with your teammates. The destination didn’t matter.

Mateo stumbled into your room with his stuffed moose, Bombón, and climbed onto your bed, sitting politely beside you with his moose in his lap.

“Teo, me and Mami are going on holiday, so you and Bombón will be with Madre for a little bit,” you explained, earning a little nod from Mateo who pointed at your laptop screen.

“Es aquí donde vas?” he questioned, motioning to the photos on the website you had open. “Sí. Bonita, verdad?” Mateo smiled and replied with a little ‘Sí.’

“Nenita,” Irene yelled from the living room. You peered out of your bedroom as she spoke, “Can you text Fridolina and ask her how we’re booking the flight tickets?”

You nodded and retreated into your bedroom again, picking up your phone and opening iMessage.

yourname

→ @/fridolinarolfo how are we booking the tickets frido??

fridolinarolfo

→ 😅😅

patri8guijarro

→ Let’s take the Barça plane 🤣🤣

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ It’s there for a reason lol

claudiaapina

→ Barça plane or I’m not going 💯

fridolinarolfo

→ 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I’ll ask Jona then

“Irene, Frido’s gonna ask Jona if we can take the big plane!” you said. She didn’t respond for a minute, but then she appeared at your bedroom door. “The Barça plane? The one with our faces on the side?”

You nodded once more, and Irene let out a laugh as she shook her head. “Claudia’s idea, or Patri’s?” she asked. “Patri’s, but Claudia did say that she’s not going if we don’t take that plane,” you giggled, showing her the texts on your phone. Two tiny hands grabbed ahold of you as Mateo braced on your arm and took a peek at your phone screen.

The next day, Alexia picked you up to take you to training while Irene dropped Mateo off at preschool. It was one of the last training days before the season ended, so there were some bittersweet feelings surrounding the next few days.

"I love being at work and I'm a bit sad because this season has been so good, a holiday only means it's finished,” Aitana said while you two sat down and used the foam rollers beneath your legs, “But pequeñita, the last time I went to New Zealand, all I wanted to do was win the World Cup, so I didn't do anything around the city because we weren't there for a holiday. Now that we have won it, I want to do as much as we can!”

Fridolina burst through the doors of the gym with a big smile on her face, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. “I just asked Jona about taking the Barça plane and…”

Everyone looked at her eagerly, waiting for the verdict.

“It’s a yes... but we have to pay for our own tickets since it isn’t for work.”

Claudia was the first to jump up and celebrate, followed by Patri and then everyone else. The tickets part didn’t matter, because you all got to sit together anyways.

“We’re going to New Zealand!”

After your training session, you all sat in a circle to do some stretches. The stretches part happened for maybe a minute, before you pulled a folded piece of paper out of your pocket and laid it out flat on the grass in front of you all. "I wrote down a bunch of things we can do in New Zealand. There's something for everyone, so don't worry about missing out on any cafés, Ingrid," you jeered.

Patri grabbed the paper and scanned it, a smile quickly appearing on her face. She passed it down to Claudia, and the paper made its way around the circle before ending up in the middle again.

"I want to have dinner at the skyscraper restaurant," Alexia said, her eyes lighting up as she spoke about it. A few people hummed in agreement, including you.

Claudia scoffed and shook her head, "The first thing we're doing is going to the theme park. Look forward to dinner at dinnertime!"

"You look forward to dinner at breakfast time."

"Okay, shut up Mapi."

"What about the trampoline park? You guys are totally ignoring the trampoline park!" Patri exclaimed, flailing her hands in the air. Alexia laughed and leaned back on her arms, "Yeah, because a group of grown women are allowed to be in a trampoline park with little kids. We'll crush them!"

"Not if we rent the whole place out," Patri winked, making Alexia raise her eyebrow. "Imagine that! A trampoline park, all to ourselves."

Alexia shook her head, laughing once more, "That wouldn't be too bad. At least you three could be clowns and not hurt anyone's kid," she remarked, motioning to you, Patri, and Pina, all of which made faces at her.

"It would be way cooler to hire the theme park for the night. No lines, unlimited turns, and we wouldn't need to wait forever for food," Claudia responded.

"We should go to the beach!" Ingrid chimed, pointing at the sheet of paper. That was something everyone could agree on; a nice day at the beach, soaking up the sun. There was nothing quite like the Barcelona sun, but you could at least see if the New Zealand sun came close to comparing.

“(Y/N), come on!” Alexia yelled from the living room, rolling her suitcase along the floor. You groaned, currently in the middle of trying to zip your own luggage up. “I’m almost done!”

You sat on top of your suitcase, desperately trying to push it down, and eventually, you finally managed. With a sigh of relief, you quickly zipped it up with one hand while the other kept pushing it. Alexia appeared at your door, sticking her head through the gap, “Have you got it, Chiquita?” You nodded, heaving the suitcase off your bed and onto the floor with a thud as you smiled proudly. “All done!”

"I logged into Hay Day for you, because I knew you'd be busy and forget," Alexia added, a smile of her own now gracing her features as yours simply widened. "Graciés, Ale!" you exclaimed, wheeling your suitcase forward. You stopped at the door as Alexia pulled you into a hug and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Are we forgetting anything?" she asked, walking with you to the living room, and you thought about it for a moment before shaking your head with an unsure expression, "I don't think so..."

“Wait!”

You ran back into your room quickly, skidding around the corner. Alexia could hear you rummaging around for something and mumbling, ‘Where is it’ and, ‘Mierda’ before you emerged from the room empty handed. She looked down at your feet and laughed when she saw the navy blue house slippers on your feet, paired with the Barça socks you were already wearing.

“Don’t laugh, you don’t understand how nice they are,” you grumbled, brushing her off as she laughed even harder.

The pair of you walked out of Alexia’s apartment with your suitcases in hand, and you took the elevator down to the car park. There was a brief silence in the elevator for a moment, but the urge got the best of you and you began making faces at Alexia in the mirror.

You returned to a normal expression when she suddenly looked at you with her eyebrow raised, and you glanced back at her like she was crazy for being suspicious of you. Once she turned back around, you continued making stupid faces in the mirror while she wasn't looking.

The antics didn't stop when she eventually caught you; instead, Alexia joined in, poking her tongue out at you in the mirror until you both were going back and forth making silly faces at each other for the rest of the elevator ride. Soon, the empty car park was filled with the sound of laughter as the pair of you exited the elevator, stumbling over your own two feet from laughing too hard while you walked to her car.

She unlocked the car and you both hauled your suitcases into the trunk with a grunt. "Dios mío, it wasn't this heavy before..." Alexia mumbled, pulling the trunk lid down before strolling to the driver's side.

You nodded in agreement, letting out a slightly exasperated sigh as you sunk into the passenger seat.

"I can't wait until I can drive," you remarked, buckling your seatbelt. "When that happens, you owe me about... 1,000 car rides," Alexia teased, buckling her own seatbelt as she glanced at you with a small smile. You rolled your eyes, seemingly annoyed at her words, but the smile on your own face told other tales.

You wound down the window a bit, filling the car with fresh air as you emerged out of the car park and traversed the streets of Barcelona. "Are we picking anyone else up?" you inquired, and she shook her head.

"We were going to pick up Irene, but Lucia said she'd drop her off at the airport," Alexia responded, and you acknowledged her words with a little 'oh'.

"Want anything to eat, Chiquita?" Alexia asked, glancing at you for a sliver of a second. You contemplated her question carefully, hesitating every time you thought you had an answer, until eventually you came up with a nod of your head. "I'm craving an almond croissant, you know the ones?"

The blonde nodded her head, knowing exactly what you meant. It only took a few turns before Alexia pulled over in front of your favourite pastry bakery. "Vale, I'll be 2 minutes," she notified, opening her car door and shutting it behind her as she headed for the entrance of the bakery.

Shortly after, she returned with a brown paper bag in hand and a smile on her face. Opening the car door once again and sitting down in her seat, she handed you the bag. Immediately, the sweet aroma of a fresh-out-the-oven, icing sugar-dusted, almond-garnished croissant graced your nostrils. "Graciés, hermana," you thanked her, a smile akin to hers on your face.

"Want a bite?" you asked, offering the warm pastry to her as she merged back onto the main road. She took a little nibble, mumbling a thanks in between her bite. As soon as she straightened herself up, you brought your croissant back to your mouth and took a massive bite, savouring every moment spent with icing sugar on your face. ‘It adds to the experience,’ you thought.

The last bites were consumed at an agonisingly slow pace. You wanted to savour the almond-y goodness, but you also wanted to wolf it down and quit stalling — you were conflicted. Would New Zealand have such nice almond croissants? Probably not, but you’d never know unless you tried!

The prospect of more almond croissants in New Zealand got you through the last few bites without having to mourn the pastry, and before you knew it, the airport was coming into sight.

Travelling wasn’t a new concept for you; in fact, you had lived abroad in France before. You couldn’t say why, but you did for two years (give or take a few months), and some would call it a miracle that Lyon didn’t pick you up before Barcelona did.

You hated living in France anyways. It was pastry heaven, of course, but it was not Vidić lover heaven. They were all about Zidane and Henry, not a single word about Vidić. It was understandable, but still, not cool.

Also, the amount of pigeons freaked you out.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out, already knowing who it was. Alexia’s buzzed too, but as she rummaged around for it, you had already opened the message, so she just looked at your screen.

claudiaapina

→ Where are you all

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Deja de ser perezosa hermanas 🙄

patri8guijarro

→ Don’t listen to her we just got here because someone @/claudiaapina wanted to stop and pet someone’s dog 🖕🏻🖕🏻

claudiaapina

Replied to patri8guijarro

Don’t listen to her we just got here because s…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ Cállate cerdita

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ��� 1

fridolinarolfo

→ I’m here with Aitana we’re just getting a bite

yourname

→ me and ale just got here 😆

lucybronze

→ I’m with Ona in the lounge 🥴

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ I saw Marta dragging Caro to the duty free though 🤣🤣

graham95

→ Be quiet Lucy I saw you kicking a vending machine earlier 😒

ingrid_engen

→ im here with maría now

yourname

→ i see irene 🥳🥳🥳🥳

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↳ bye guys me and ale will see you inside 🥸

You switched your phone off, shoving it back into your pocket as Alexia spoke with a smile. “This is going to be a fun trip.”

You nodded, your face contorting into a smile of your own as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Let’s grab our stuff and go to Irene,” you said eagerly, jumping out of the car and rushing to the trunk, pushing up the lid so you could lift your suitcase out slowly.

You wheeled it around the side of Alexia’s car before abandoning it and breaking into a sprint towards Irene, but you were actually heading for Mateo who was toddling along behind her. You swooped him into your arms, and Irene bore an affectionate smile as she watched you carry him.

“Pequeño, I’m gonna miss you!” you said, placing the toddler back down. He latched onto your leg, hugging it tightly, and you ruffled his hair. “I’ll bring you back a friend for Bombón, I promise,” you added, giving Mateo one last hug before picking him up once more and handing him to Lucia. Irene gave the two one last hug goodbye, and then put an arm around your shoulder while her other one held the handle of her suitcase.

Alexia wheeled your luggage back over to you, and held her own in her other hand. “Ready to go?” she asked you and Irene, who both nodded.

“Let’s go!”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 26] || [Chapter 27]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 500~ (in the video + picture) cw: accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, good natured teasing Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: This chapter is **different**. You can read it OR watch it live! So sorry btw that the video is not embedded 😭😭🙏 a/n #2: Also this chapter is 100% inspired by this fanart by @ramvur but with Simon, instead of Price.

Chapter pre-27: Away (UPDATED!)

If you'd rather watch their text convo: CLICK HERE

It's 6 A.M. when your phone start buzzing repeatedly on the night stand next to you.

You paw at it languidly, blinking away the sleep as you attempt to unlock the phone and rub the sleep out of your eyes.

johnny: baby guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 johnny: baby johnny: babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy johnny: if ye dont answer my texts 🙄 you: jesus christ johnny its 6am what are you doing up??? 😑 johnny: good morning love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! johnny: weve got training today 😙 johnny: guess what happened you: what simon: Good morning sweeheart. johnny: WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWERING? you: good morning si 🫶 you: wait what do u mean u were calling for me no? johnny: I MEANT SIMON HES IN THE INFIRMARY HES NOT MEANT TO BE ANSWERING johnny: HOW DO YE EVEN HAVE YOUR PHONE you: i feel like u need to stop asking how he does things you: uve known him for longer than me and im not surprised anymore you: also IN THE INFIRMARY? johnny: thats what i was coming to tell you!!!!! 🙄🙄🙄🙄 you: why did u frame it like its a good thing?????????? johnny: because he got put there by Kyle during training johnny: we were practising chokeholds and he passed out you: I STILL DONT SEE HOW THATS A GOOD THING JOHNNY johnny: HES FINE YE DON'T UNDERSTAND johnny: HE GOT ROCK HARD WHILE KYLE HAD HIS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND HIS THROAT you: WHAT??? you: tell me more 👀 johnny: 😏😏 johnny: he was wearing shorts and his cock just popped out you: LIKE OUT OUT? johnny: out out 🍆 you: wow 😮‍💨 you: did u get any pictures? 👀 johnny: i did bonnie do ye want them? 😏 johnny: even caught the look in prices and kyles faces when it happened you: send me send me send me you: wait it happened in front of them???? johnny: worse happened in front of everyone 🥴 we were training with other units you: oh shit you: that has to have been embarrassing you: is he okay though from passing out? you: johnny? you: wow imagine ignoring me kyle: johnny's a little occupied at the moment lovie! kyle: good morning btw! 😚 you: good morning ky!! 🫶 you: occupied? kyle: ghost's chasing him for telling you everything and johnny's running for his life 😭 you: 🙃 you: normal day then? kyle: normal day 🥴 you: okay then well hope the training went well kyle: it did! 😏 anyway got to go kyle: pls go back to sleep need you well rested lovie you: i will i will.

Sighing a bit, you set your phone down on the charger again and attempt to go back to sleep... unsuccessfully so.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, you find yourself grabbing the phone again and your thumb clicks on John's name in your contacts.

You don't text him often, the last time having been nearly a week before, but, right now, you felt like you should.

you: the lads just woke me up you: johnny more specifically 🙄 you: now i cant get to sleep again john: if it's any consolation john: I told him not to john: need help? you: how would u help? john: can call you and sing you a lullaby? you: pls dont john: then I'm out of ideas darling you: u could help in another way john: and what's that? 😏 you: remember how u said u had a house of ur own you: and if i ever needed a break we could go there? john: i see 😏 john: want me to take you away for the weekend darling? you: yes please

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[bau-drabbles]

the night we met, part 3

a/n: hope you enjoy! mentions of torture and guns throughout, kinda long and unrealistic but its fanfic so 🥴

what if haley never died that day? but what if your love for hotchner had to?

part 1, 2

"have you found her yet?!" hotch barked the order out as penelope frantically searched through copious amount of cctv footage all at once. several computer screens were open for the team, trying to find a clue on the location of where you had been taken.

"not yet sir" garcia whispered, her fingers practically flying across the keyboard silently begging for any sign where you could've left. hotch tried to reign his anger back in, this wasn't anyone fault but himself. if only he had caught up to you, just 60 seconds before you wouldn't have been here. if only that stupid kiss hadn't even happened, you wouldn't be god knows where getting tortured.

he takes a breath, knowing deep down it's not the time to react emotionally but it's hard not to, it's hard to even think rationally when he knows the likelihood of you surviving wasn't all that great. his profiler brain knew the possible outcome from this wasn't exactly high and with every second his worst fear could potentially become true.

"have you found her?" haley's voice cuts in and hotch shakes his head, his fingers pinching his temple for any signs that he must've missed. it feels overwhelming around him, flashes of people and the sounds of you seeping through his mind. it's dizzying trying to piece together what's real and what's not, flashes of you and that damned kiss is all that plays on his mind. the softness of your lips, the utter desperation between you both, the sheer passion that radiated in waves, all of it. he needed it again, he craved it.

it's even worse when his wife, the mother of his child, the very woman you almost got shot for, is standing there looking at with concern but he doesn't take any notice. he never would've though haley's voice could be so shrill and irritating, he never could've imagined himself recoiling away from her. so he simply doesn't answer her, sighing as he tries to go over the footage with garcia. he should tell her about the kiss but his lips remain closed, not willing to share anything more about you to her.

"well i can help-" "haley please. go home protect jack, he needs one of us" hotch dismisses her, his heart becoming in control of the situation. he can't stand to look at her, feeling so guilty for kissing another woman but even worse because he didn't regret doing it. his only regret was not kissing you for longer. still, hotch knew he was being overly harsh but the pure fear, the worry of you being alone and he wasn't there was enough to send him tumbling into a pit of pure distress.

but he took a breath, now was not the time to become emotional. he had to get his head in the game. the risk of losing you was too much to bear but the thought of you being out there, chained to a devil was enough to keep him going.

"police have set up roadblocks blocking any main exits in the city. if they've travelled, they can't leave the country" jj and emily come in, but the information isn't enough. who knows what the man could've been doing to you by now, who knows what terrible inflictions could've been upon you.

"we've checked any significant location but they've all come negative, the detectives are checking for any last known locations and the camera footage when they leave...." morgan and spencer are next to enter, their shoulders deflating in disappointment and sadness being unable to find you.

"we'll find her aaron" rossi pats hotch's shoulders and though the sentiment is sweet, any hope is starting to crumble and diminish now. you were just here, how could they not find you yet? the bau was supposed to be one of the safest buildings, how could someone so easily take you away like that?? his resolve was breaking and if he wasn't careful, all the feelings that were locked up tightly would begin to spill before he could've comprehended it. the truth he was too scared to admit would be admitted and he didn't know how long he could hide it for

before anyone could respond, a beeping appeared. and there beheld a sight they wished they would never have had to see.

taking a good glance at you, all seven team members found their hearts shattering piece by piece in their chests. a chorus of horrified gasps and exclaims echoed throughout the room and hotch could barely even breathe, the words dying on his lips

"aaaand here we go" you hear a click, the whirr of a computer and it takes you all your strength to awaken. an overwhelming feeling of tiredness practically envelopes your body, how easily you could fall into the darkness that awaits your presence. and then the unfamiliar feeling of being tied up grabs you attention, fear courses through your veins as your eyes open and adjust to the setting. it felt like a hospital room but this was no place where people were fixed. the sickly smell of blood and bleach is strong in the air, its overpowering and nauseating

but you calm your mind, it wasn't the time to panic. you had to think, you had to fight, you had to survive

your vision was slightly blurred looking at the man who held you captive, trying to ignore the intense throbbing in your head. your hands were cuffed to some chain, holding you upright on your feet. but he loosens something and you fall to the ground with a soft thud, vision spinning from the lack of hydration and the beatings he had given you prior.

"ohmy god.... y/n??" a breathless whisper echoes throughout the room and painfully, you glance at the camera. there, all your team members stood in complete horror. you see hotch and for the first time since you had known him, he's at a loss for words. just looking at you with so much pain, so much anger, so much fear.

you could feel your cheeks burning from shame and embarrassment, at your situation or the kiss you didn't really know. you didn't even want to know.

"y/n?? are you okay??? someone tell me she's okay please-" garcia looks on tearfully while morgan comes behind her, guiding her to the computer. truthfully they didn't have an answer to her question but they needed to focus, to keep you alive. and you didn't need to be disrupted, not when your life was at stake.

"that was to prove she's very much alive so none of you have to worry" and just like that you're brought up to your feet again, groaning when the handcuffs pinch the skin tightly. there's so much pain, you can't even pinpoint where it hurts the most.

"what is she dressed in?" someone seethed and you blink in confusion, craning your neck to see your body. it was a black gown you were in, a slit riding up the thigh. it was beautiful, too pretty to be drenched in blood. a stark contrast to the situation you were in now.

"don't worry i didn't change her, i had someone else to do it for me. my prizes have to look picture perfect" he brushes a piece of your hair and you swing your head out of the way, eliciting a kick from him. you don't even cry out, gasping for air at the momentum he had lunged at you with. your hands grip around the handcuffs but it was useless, you couldn't claw your way out of metal.

"you stupid bitch!" his fingers grip your face, you could see just how much his rage consumed him. it was unnerving to say the least, the slightest thing seemed to tick him off. there was no telling what he could do to you in this state

"enough!" hotch grits out, his fingers clenching into tight fists by his side. piece by piece his facade was cracking underneath the unsub's hammer. he couldn't reign in his control this time, not with your life being threatened

"who are you?" you grit out painfully, trying to stop the wave of nausea hitting you over and over. the man doesn't answer, the head of his gun trailing from your chin to the centre of your neck. you hear the click of the revolver and your breath is hitched, wondering if he was really going to kill you this way. wondering if you'd be shot in front of your team that remained helpless on the other side

"i've always wondered what the price was for killing an fbi agent was-" you see the man's cruel smile hit you can't answer, the fear felt overpowering.

"don't you dare" hotch snarls, surprising everyone with the intensity of his rage. and to your surprise, it had worked. the man eyed hotch and with a soft grin, dropped his gun and you felt your lungs take their first breath. tears pricked your eyes, the tiredness was practically swimming in your body but you couldn't crumble. not in front of the unsub, not in front of your team. and especially not in front of hotch.

"i think we should play a game, no?" the man smiles sadistically, pointing to you again. any strength you once held was shattering minutes by minute. your mind and body fighting over one another, wanting to give in and give up but forcing yourself to stay awake no matter what

"leave her alone! i can have you arrested on multiple accounts of-" hotch's face was unreadable, his hands etched tightly around the monitor but the unsub gestures to his mouth, to silence them all.

"if you want her alive, you'll do what i say. good luck trying to pinpoint our location, right now the cell service is bouncing around several cell towers all across the globe" frustrated, hotch looks towards garcia who was working feverishly and she sadly nods, it wasn't a clear location no matter how times she tried to hack into the system. she was hit waves and waves after a firewall which could take hours, time you didn't have to spare.

"so back to the game, who wants to start? oh and if anyone moves," you feel the pinch of a knife resting dangerously on the pulse in your neck.

"one twist and she's on the ground and i'll be miles away. and this would've been all for nothing" he moves the knife down to the centre of your neck. leaving spots of blood in its wake. all of them look helplessly at each other, the unsub had them right where he wanted them and they knew. any slight movement would guarantee your death, any secret calls would have you beaten before they could hang up.

you were all at his mercy, whether they liked it or not

"derek morgan" the unsub peered around the group and his eyes settle on him eerily. morgan gulps a little, trying to calm his shaking hands. his eyes looks at you helplessly then back to the unsub where his gaze had hardened as puts up his profiler front once more

"we're starting off easy, how many years have you and agent l/n known each other" the question was simple enough and yet it felt like he asked into the lions den, suddenly feeling rather exposed and confused. as if any answer to this simple question would be wrong even if it was the truth

"wha-" derek began but he heard a sound of disapproval and your shocked wince as you were yanked back by your hair

"wrong answer" you weren't even given a warning or a countdown before you feel a surge of hot white pain floods through your body. painful screams rip out through your mouth, your hands desperately clawing at the handcuffs but its to no avail. the team stand there panicking, yelling at the man to stop. the pain was intense, you could've almost passed out from the pure agony crippling you

"waitwait wait stop stop!!! it's three!!! i've known her three years!!!" derek shouts, banging the screen and the pain is low dull one, you gasp and gulp for oxygen that never fully reaches your lungs.

"if you had answered the first time around, none of this would have happened would it?" he scowls, giving you a nudge with the stick. you gasp out for air, your tongue heavy on your lips as your body groans against the ties holding you up

"hurry up garcia" hotch commands under his breath to penelope, her eyes watering as she's trying desperately get some location on you. jj and emily help, trying not to look at the horror that was unfolding and focus their attention on bringing you back safely.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry-" morgan whispers, his hands shaking looking to and back from you and the unsub. hotch can only stare with his mind spinning, breathing coming out in short bursts, his heart feeling like it had plunged to the deepest darkest parts of the earth. he's losing his composure and as much as he's trying to reel it back, it keeps slipping from him. leaving nothing but a vulnerable scared man

"how you doing?" the man prods your head and you could only gasp at the anguish flooding your body. if it weren't for the incredibly tight rope holding you upright, you would've collapsed a long time ago.

"doesn't she look so pretty?" he holds your face mockingly and turns so the rest of them can see. every member of your team feel their hearts shattering and splintering, their hitched gasps of panic at the beating.

"agent hotchner" the unsub asked another question, his dark eyes settling on hotch. a manical grin on his lips as he revels in the alarm he has inflicted on the whole team. as if it gives him satisfaction that your life danced in his hands and your team members could do nothing but watch

"truth or dare?" the unsub smirks and hotch looks at you, his stoic facade crumbling. his heart was falling into a million pieces he's not sure he'll ever recover from

"truth" hotch utters, his voice completely free from the cold tone he usually dons.

"do you love agent l/n??" the chain holding you upright once again loosens, and that sends you tumbling to the floor in a broken beaten pile. your heart was racing, partly because of the pain but mostly due to what he would answer. with a good amount of strength, you raise your head and look at the camera. looking at his face, how his eyes flickers with so many emotions and how you can practically see his resolve breaking away

hotch was a good liar but seeing your broken defeated face, being unable to help you, he had answered the question without even realising.

"yes" the murmur was soft, his voice cracking as he takes in your approach. he had caused this. he had done this to you. the promise of protection was nothing more than jumbled words at his feet. he broke the very thing he swore on you, how could ever look at you the same again?

"aww what a cute lil romantic story this has evolved into" the unsub had cackled and your head shook, glaring at both hotch and the man who had held you captive

"there's nothing... romantic about this" your voice was weak but firm, refusing to even meet hotch's eyes.

"shut up" the man had gripped you, ignoring the protest your team were calling. it felt like too much, he held your chin and you look at him, it was now or never. you had to escape, you had to be free.

you had to survive

with one swift move, all your strength goes in knocking him down. he tumbles to the table, breaking the rotting wood with ease. the instruments clatter and you get up, hissing when your abdomen stretched a little. looking down, you see your body littered with blood and bruises. a huge burn mark plastering your side as the dress ripped apart but you didn't have time to feel sorry for yourself when you hear voices crying out that he was attacking again

"in front, y/n!!" derek commands and you duck, making him fall into the table. you quickly grabbing the keys from the scattered objects on the floor, jamming it into the lock and twiddling until you felt a click. the metal loosens and you feel them slipping off, eternally grateful that for once the universe was on your side.

you didn't get time to react for when you look in front, he's there again. but your leg connects with his groin, remembering the training moves you were taught. the force of the kick was enough to paralyse him for a few minutes as he screamed. you looked around, quickly trying to find some keys to unlock the door. your freedom was close, you could practically taste it as you rushed around.

and then you had made the biggest mistake of looking into the camera for a second.

in that second you catch a glimpse of hotch's face, it completely startles you. as if the world had stilled for a fleeting moment and all you see is hotch, just looking at you with so many emotions it's hard to decipher which is the most dominant. how despite everything, you want to hug him and never let go. your body inbetween his arms and your head against his heart, protected against any and all bad in this world. and then you remember the heartache he's caused you, the moment that had led up to you getting captured and every memory is a dagger to your heart. how could things have gotten so wrong?

but it was that moment that was used to the unsub's advantage

you hear screams echoing in the room but you don't comprehend until you feel a burning sensation completely puncture your abdomen. gasping, you look down to see blood gathering at your feet and dripping down your legs and before you even look back up, the object breaks the skin a second time. as if it was all in slow motion, your teams watched the horrific steps play out like a twisted play.

"i told you not to mess with me, you stupid bitch!" he grips and twists the object once more, resulting in a breathless gasp leaving your lips. the pain felt intense, a throbbing sensation overtaking you as you collapse. the horrible sound of your skin being punctures all but echoes in hotch's head, unable to do anything but to scream your name. shocked screams echo in the bau room, penelope's fingers are furiously typing away as she squeezes her eyes, unable to stop the horrible penetrative sound of your skin being stabbed in her mind.

the pain grows worse by the second and your scream dies on your lips, eyes fluttering closed ready to accept and await the darkness that overtakes your consciousness.

"nonono.... no!!!" hotch could barely manage a whisper, banging the screen as if he could magically appear to your aide. but he was simply doomed to watch you as you suffer and collaspe to the ground, breathing quickening. this couldn't be, this couldn't be the end.

you can see him and painfully you turn to watch his face. you don't know what emotions has crossed over his features, he still looks as beautiful as he did the first day you had set eyes upon him. how lucky you were to experience what it was like to be kissed by such a man, to be able to be in the presence of such a wonderful person. your tears had blurred your vision, not out of pain but out of gratitude. even laying on this cold floor, bleeding out, you were purely thankful for him.

he had protected you before and now it was your turn, this way he could focus on his wife and child. you would never be in the way again. there's a hint of the softest smile upon your lips as your eyes close. your fists loosened, limbs becoming limp as you closed your eyes, allowing the darkness to fully encapsulate your mind and body. maybe in a different world, a lighter one, you and hotch could be together against all odds.

the screen fizzles into a black page and hotch barely lets a breath out he didn't think he was holding. his hands have gripped the chairs, he didn't trust himself to stand without the support. he could feel his eyes prickling with the tears as hard as he tried to disguise them, his world was falling apart at the seams and he couldn't do a thing to fix it. all he wants is to be with you but now he didn't even know if you were alive anymore, that thoughts sends him further spiralling in his despair. he wanted nothing more than the ground to completely swallow him whole, the lump in his throat growing bigger as his team members looks at him. partly with concern, fear and pure sadness.

the room was completely silent, everyone's faces covered with a look of pure sorrow and so much anguish.

penelope's tears won't stop trickling down her cheeks. emily and jj look at each other with helplessness, their tears shining underneath the lights. morgan and reid lean against the table their hearts thundering in their chest, completely unable to process what had just taken place while rossi sits by a chair his head in his hands at the pure shock and pain running through him.

"it-it didn't look that terrible, she could still.... be alive" against his better judgement reid offers his support softly. the crushing weight of your absence completely crumbling hotch in a way they've never seen before.

"she was stabbed twice, reid. don't be so naive to think she could've possibly survived that alongside with the beating he had delivered. you above all, should know that much" his voice was harsher than he intended, heavy as the lump in his throat grew bigger. it felt like the air was being cut off, his thoughts ricocheting across from one another as his knees give way and he crashes to the floor in pure defeat and torture. he could faintly feel someone come to his help, his name being called but his mouth refuses to answer. all he can think about, all his mind is replaying is the moment before you closed your eyes. how he wasn't there to help you, how he couldn't rescue you this time.

you could've still been there with them had he been to your aid just 60 seconds earlier. if he had chased you quickly, you wouldn't be beaten and bruised within an inch of your life and now you were... gone. his heart felt like it was being twisted painfully, gripped tight as the thought of never hearing your laugh and seeing your smile became permanent. the dam had broken and the tears spilled down his face, his hands clutching the carpet but to no avail.

what we he supposed to do now, haunting by the memory of you like this? what was he supposed to do haunted with the ghost of you?

[icarryitin]

Episode 7: Breakfast of Champions

okay okay lou’s comeback part 2 let’s try again🥴🥴

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word count: 1.3k // warnings: like maybe 2 swear words, spencer has controversial breakfast opinions, that’s literally it

summary: a tradition is born on a dark winter morning.

“Are you home?”

“I -“ There’s a pause, a moment where you genuinely wonder if you imagined the voice on the other end, before its owner comes back, however unsure, “Yes.”

“Well, can you buzz me in? I’m freezing my ass off out here.” It’s not a lie, your words swirl in a foggy cloud in front of your face where you’re leaning into the building’s intercom. There’s another pause, longer this time, and you genuinely think he’s going to tell you to fuck off. Until the lock on the door disengages.

Turning up out of the blue is decidedly not your style. You like an invite, at least a week in advance, so that everyone has time to be prepared. So you can come up with a plan, arrive with a gift, nobody gets caught with their pants down. Literally or figuratively. But you’ve not been able to get the look on his face out of your head, and had a restless night’s sleep because of it. He hadn’t wanted to speak to anyone on the flight back, or once you’d landed - and you’ve been worried. Some cases are tougher than others, it’s clear that this one has hit him harder than most. So, naturally, you’ve ambushed him at the first available opportunity.

“Sure, come in.” Spencer’s still standing by his front door, gesturing you inside with a melodramatic sweep of his arm after you’ve already bustled your way in. You suspect it’s the longest sentence to come out of his mouth since yesterday.

You’ve been in his apartment before - swinging by to pick up files, or drop off baked goods from Penelope. The man himself makes a mean cupcake, so you’re pretty sure any delivery duties are mostly just one of her cunning plans to get you two together already. Her scheming is yet to pay off. But you’re struck, suddenly, by the image of him picking out the paint colour in the store. By the idea of him wobbling on the top rung of a step ladder to reach the high ceiling with a paintbrush. You have to shake off the sudden fondness of the idea before you can look at him, the ghost of a smile on your lips might be enough to clue him in. That, you can’t risk.

“Did you know you live near the cutest little diner in the city?” You ask, bone-cold hands shoved in the pockets of your coat to disguise the trembling.

Of course Spencer knows about the diner, he’s been there once a week since he moved in. But he lets you waffle on about coffee and pastries and pancakes. You look a little windburned, jacket done up to the top, scarf wrapped securely underneath - it’s cute. Not that he hasn’t already noticed exactly how cute you are. There’s just something about you all buttoned up that wakes up the butterflies lying dormant in him. You’re trying to hide your shivering, unsuccessfully, as you tell him it’s not far. He knows you didn’t just happen to be in the neighbourhood, at this time on a Sunday morning. He knows this is about the case.

It’s not the first time he’s been able to relate to an Unsub, as strange as it sounds, but anyone could argue that Spencer has the makings of one himself. Family history of mental illness, abandoned by his father, perpetually out of place even as an adult - check, check, double check. But where every Unsub has had nobody, Spencer has had the team. He’s had Hotch, and Morgan, and Gideon to guide him every step of the way. He’s had JJ and Penelope. He’s had you. There are still days where he doubts himself, doubts his own mind as he gets older, but there’s always somebody to pull him back from the ledge. That’s why the Unsub from the last case affected him so profoundly - they could have just as easily have been him. In another life.

You’re still talking, about the menu now. Unable to stop, just blurting out the breakfast list almost verbatim from the flyer that had been posted through your door. But you can’t leave without knowing he’ll be alright, you can’t. Whatever complicated feelings you have for him aside, he’s your friend. You want him to be okay. You don’t even notice him reaching for his coat where it hangs by the door.

“Sure, I could eat.” He interrupts you, thankfully.

“What?”

“Breakfast, let’s go.” Spencer says your name and brings you back to earth, the way only he can. His keys are snagged off of the side table as you sweep back past him and into the hallway. Would you call that a success? It’s close enough - didn’t tell you to go away, out of the house. You’re still not one hundred percent sure what it was that you were trying to achieve, but this’ll do.

You’re still trying to work out how to articulate yourself, even after you’ve ordered. Pancakes, of course. Spencer goes for french toast, smothered in so much maple syrup it threatens to turn your stomach - he claims the correct way to breakfast is to consume a week’s worth of sugar in one fell swoop, though just looking at his plate makes your teeth hurt. It’s easy to pretend nothing’s bothering either of you, over the gentle teasing and background noise as the rest of the city begins to wake, at least for a little while. Eventually, the contents of your plates dwindle and, even though the lull in conversation is comfortable, you have to break the silence.

Because you know, you know that maybe he doesn’t feel as close to you as he does the others. He’s known them longer, it makes sense if he’d rather talk to Derek, or JJ, or Penelope, or Emily.

“You started before Emily.” He interrupts you.

“By, like, a week,” You fix him with a frustrated look that has him suppressing a smile, “You’re missing the point.”

He’s not, you both know that. You’re trying to tell him that he can open up to you, if that’s what he wants - about anything, not just the cases that hit him square in the chest. It’s not true anyway, the idea that he’d value any other member of the team above you, but he doesn’t tell you that part. He lets you ramble on for however long you need to, the shoe on the other foot this time. Until you screech to a halt mid sentence.

It’s the way he’s looking at you across the table, like he knows something you don’t, that stops you in your tracks faster than an interruption ever could.

“What?”

He can’t tell you exactly what. That you look cute in the fluorescent lights, wide eyed and earnest, mid-monologue. That he’s never been quite on the same wavelength as anyone the way he is with you. That it feels like his heart grows ten sizes any time you so much as glance his way. No, he definitely can’t tell you that. He settles for something in the middle, comfortable enough for two people who spend far too much time together to be anything but very close friends, if not mildly complicated.

“You are not less to me than anyone, I need you to know that.” It’s about as close to the truth as he can get without vomiting up his feelings all over the table. There’ll be a time and a place for that - and it’s not nine in the morning at his favourite coffee spot. You don’t say anything for a moment, but he watches you employ your profiling skills to search for the lie in his face. He just keeps on looking at you until you’re satisfied in your investigation.

“I believe you.”

And, just like that, you pretend as if he hasn’t set your insides on fire and go back to your pancakes.

i’m starting to have very bizarre dreams i think i need to stop watching this damn show right before i go to bed😬

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🔷 Be-All And Endor [406,690 words]

My magnum opus; this is a novel-length slow burn set after season 2. Din has a bounty on Endor and gets more than he bargained for when Reader accidentally almost runs him down with her speeder in the forest. Over 1.6k kudos on AO3. [😍+🥰+🥵]

🔷 Never Look Down [13,160 words]

Two-part mini-series set on Nevarro after season 3, wherein Din falls for Grogu’s babysitter but resolves not to tell her… until a drunken misunderstanding results in some revelations. [😍+🫣 and a hint of 🥵]

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An imagine-turned-one-shot that evolved from pics of Din holding a toolbox and the memory of Joel telling Ellie he used to be a contractor. Reader needs a repairman, and guess who shows up… [😡->😈]

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Flash fiction in 280 characters or less. An examination of why Ahsoka came looking for Din in ‘Chapter 13: The Jedi’ rather than waiting for him in Calodan like he asked. [🥺]

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🔷 Hush

[snippet 1] [snippet 2] [snippet 3] I was assigned the genre ‘secret relationship’ in a roll-a-trope writing challenge, so this fic follows Din and Reader embarking on a clandestine liaison that they have to hide from Karga… because Reader is our favourite High Magistrate’s niece. Multi-chapter; features sneaking around, flimsy excuses, near misses, and furtive smut. [😏🤫🥵]

🔷 Held Is The Seed

[details & snippet] [snippet] A four-part smutty series. When a guy in a cantina claims Mandos make poor lovers, Reader leaps to Din’s defence and lists several ways in which he could, in fact, be exceptionally talented in bed. Din overhears and later offers to prove her assumptions true one by one. [😍->🥵]

🔷 To See A Thousand Things

[details & snippet] [snippet - 1st one down] An extremely smutty, angsty piece based on five firsts and one last. Din has something casual going with a gun shop owner over the years, but they both discover that anything long-term will inevitably transform into something that runs deep. [🥵+😭]

🔷 Aruetiise

[snippet - 2nd one down] One-shot based on the idea of Din and Reader both coming up with reasons they can’t be together, none of which are the same and all of which are idiotic. An argument finally leads to a conversation about it. [🥺…🥹🥰]

🔷 Final Sanctuary

[snippet - 3rd one down] [snippet] Smutty one-shot (will be lengthy) based on a fantasy Din has when his shipmate spills white dip on her chin, and how he manages to figure out flirting and make his fantasy a reality. [🥵->🥰]

🔷 Din Djarin In Jarringly Domestic Situations

[details & snippet] [more details] Space romcom involving a series of encounters in which Din meets the woman of his dreams, but each time, it’s in an embarrassing or awkward situation. [😍😳🥴]

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Blood Money (Tony Montana x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut) Chapter 2 – The Strings of Fate.

Chapter 1 / Read on AO3 / Chapter Masterlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

“The American dream, huh? You’ll see. It all goes up from here, man." / "The one who did the killing was Tony, Tony Montana. His friend’s name was Manny Ribera. Do those names ring a bell?"

Your return back home to to Miami is marked with bitter disappointment but an insatiable curiosity about this Tony Montana you met, whose world continuously moves to collide with yours. Migrating to Miami with Manny, Tony has leverage "knowing you" that he intends to take advantage of. Your heart simply aches and remembers too much to let go of the incident back in Havana and you find yourself almost wanting to see Tony again, but the thought of what you'd say and do next to a stranger holds you back. Tony on the other hand is bound to make his fate intertwine with yours no matter what it takes.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of blood & violence.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Another update/chapter just as promised for the Tony Montana girlies!! 🤗🤩 Long overdue but it's here at last and I couldn't be more happier with it. 🥴 Blood Money is definitely one of those fics I want to take my time with piecing and weaving the story together. It's building up just as the film would, so there's a looooot of excitement coming together and a gradual, authentic feel and touch of intimacy to Tony and Celeste's upcoming relationship! 🤭

With a taste for success and dollar bills, Tony Montana’s drug empire grew in vast wealth, power and influence by your side as the kingpin’s lover. From sharing an intimate history in Cuba, you and Manny Ribera were the only ones to believe and support Tony from rags to riches. Embroiled in the same lifestyle and sharing enemies, you and Tony come to build your empire and world together with the threat of it collapsing from the inside. As partnership turns to betrayal and thrill to danger, you find yourself in-between ultimatums and sacrifices for the man you love.

[ Havana, Cuba ]

‘Oh my God,’ you blink, almost staggering back into the hotel lobby—unable to stand remaining outside for a moment longer in Havana. 

Taking a deep breath, you place your hand over the small splatter of dried blood that landed over your jeans; a strange relief washing over you to know it’s not your blood, but still a reminder of what your trip to Havana has gotten you into it. 

Keeping your head down to avoid drawing suspicion or attention of any kind to yourself, you move past the front desk and quietly enter the elevator. 

The elevator doors slide open with a ding only a few seconds later as you slip inside, hitting the fourth-floor button. 

You lean your back against the elevator wall, tilting your head up to stare at the lights on the ceiling, taking another deep breath. 

The initial rush of adrenaline and surprise you felt just fifteen minutes ago has worn off but sinks realization back into you. 

The only thing you can focus on is getting back into your hotel room without doing anything else—attempting to process everything that just happened and what it means to you. 

You’re out of the elevator and speed walking to your suite from the moment the elevator doors slide back open, wasting no time. 

Unlocking the door, you step inside and shut it immediately behind you—giving your head a shake. You move your hand off of your jeans, checking your palm to see if any dried blood smeared over it only to see nothing. 

Raising your head, you look around your hotel room before slowly stepping forward; taking everything in bit by bit. 

It’s as if absolutely nothing’s happened; just as calm and normal as you left it this morning but you’ve returned back to your hotel room with someone else’s blood over your clothes and the vision of brains splattering over the ground for your memory. 

The blood of the man on your clothes is the same one who attempted to mug you almost an hour ago, then got shot in front of your face at close range by two men you’ve never seen before—conveniently there at the wrong place but the right time. 

‘It wouldn’t be the first time, would it?’ You frown, moving towards your hotel bed. 

There’s too much to think about; how you ended up in that situation, to begin with, leaving empty-handed, then coming across two men named Tony and Manny when you least expected it. 

‘Still…’ You slip off your shoes and sit over the edge of your bed, clasping your hands together in your lap as you let your mind continue to think. 

At the very least, your business is concluded in Havana. You have nothing else to do or look forward to here, and now without much of a choice you realize the danger you can find yourself in going forward here. 

You don’t know what you expected. You flew down to Havana to find proof of your mother’s claims of a family estate, which was transferred to your name after her divorce with your father was finalized only to find crumbling rubble and a mugging lurking around the corner. 

You’ve come from Miami with something to return with nothing and no reason to call home or your father right now as you’d prefer to let him know in person. 

Not to mention the political tensions rising in Cuba only insists your best options now are to get back to Miami and never look back. 

You move off your bed, approaching your half-opened luggage propped up next to the television, and stuff back the loose pieces of clothing sticking out as your mind continues to wander. 

Truthfully, you’re not shaken by the mugging since it isn’t the first time you’ve been followed or provoked, but you’re not desensitized to crude, spontaneous violence either. 

Had nobody else been around, you still could have dealt with the situation yourself and defended yourself just fine; you can handle a knife swiftly and well and you know how to use a gun. 

Almost everything you’ve come to learn in terms of defending yourself one way or another has been because of the nature of your father’s business. 

Even with bodyguards, you refuse to have someone else fight your battles, especially if it means business rivals gone rogue or inconspicuous assassins sent your father’s way. 

Where Manny didn’t notice your relaxed state and lack of hesitation in your defensive prowess, Tony did. In just the sight of seeing you quickly calculate your moves with your flight or fight instinct, Tony easily discerned you from any other woman he’s met before in Cuba. 

In fact, Tony liked nothing more than seeing how you held your ground before he made his presence clear, but your first impression of Tony is far from anything similar to what he thought of you. 

It’s not that you think this Tony figure is some sort of show off whose trigger happy or a slum lord, but much closer to a truly born killer whose made peace with his own violence. Tony did what he did back there for you, after all. 

You’d rather just forget the whole thing and move on, but your mind continues to linger on Tony with unease. 

‘Those two…’ You stare down at your suitcase. ‘If all of that wasn’t bullshit, they’ll be on their way to Miami too.’ 

At the very least, your father will want to know everything that’s happened and hasn’t happened since you landed in Havana and you don’t plan on holding back any details either. Maybe the names ‘Tony Montana’ and ‘Manny Ribera’ will mean something to him. 

When your eyes land back on the little splatters of dried blood upon your jeans it only reminds you that you’ll be telling your father everything. 

You’ve come to remember Tony’s comment about him not being a name or face to forget, but you know you can’t say more or think more on the matter until you return back home at least. 

Still, Tony’s come off as bold, confident—cocky even to you and you barely know who he is. You’re completely unaware that if you don’t see or find him in Miami, he’ll certainly come to find you again. 

You almost find yourself blushing a little remembering the sight of him; although both men before you are very attractive in their own ways, there’s just something else about Tony that’s rubbed off on you differently. 

Putting your hair up in a loose bun, you check the time on the alarm clock by your bed before leaning down and beginning to zip up your suitcase. 

Regardless of finding anything for your family heritage or not, you’re finally ready to go home. 

If you’re meant to see Tony again after all of this, you will. Either way, it’ll give you something to think about for the rest of your life. 

~

[ Next Day, 5:02 AM]

Up at the “ass crack of dawn” or as Tony puts it, Tony and Manny are but two in a crowd of hundreds of Cubans preparing to board on boat to finally immigrate to the United States first thing in the morning.

Having barely slept the night before due to excitement, Manny can hardly keep his eyes open and finds himself consistently rubbing over his eyelids or scratching at his arm just to stay focused and awake.

Tony on the other hand slept like a baby, snored throughout the night, and knew what he’d come to expect at the “ass crack of dawn”; lineups, paperwork, and being kept under a watchful eye by guards for order.

“Think they want us gone more than we want to be gone,” Manny grumbles, rubbing his eyes again.

Just across from Tony and Manny are dozens of boats designed to carry hundreds of passengers, already beginning to pack on crowds of sweaty men bumping into each other—hollering to get a decent place to sit.

Regardless of the chatter and noise, the guards patrolling and policing the nearby area and the docks maintain order and peace well; shoving those around who lash out or are deemed disobedient to ensure security is kept in line this morning.

“We all going to one place this early in the morning,” Tony looks around his environment, appearing annoyed by Manny’s sleepy state. “That’s why I told your ass to sleep early last night, but no—you didn’t listen to me.”

“I tried man, I tried,” Manny whines back, slowly moving up in line with Tonny. “But I got too excited. Look, we’re finally leaving this place, man. Don’t blame me.”

“Yeah, finally,” Tony mutters to himself as he looks up at the boat closest to his and Manny’s lineup. “That could be the one.”

“Maybe,” Manny’s eyes light up.

“Your ass gonna be packed on there with me like a sardine anyway. Then you can sleep,” Tony comments.

“Shut up, man,” Manny chuckles, playfully smacking Tony’s arm.

“NEXT!” The officer sitting at the makeshift desk at the very front of the lineup calls, leaving Tony and Manny next in line.

Tony steps up first, staring back at the officer as he hands over his passport and crumped up documents upon the table.

“State your name,” the officer takes Tony’s passport without breaking his cautious gaze over Tony’s face.

“Antonio Montana,” Tony replies.

“You go by ‘Tony’?” The officer asks, staring at Tony’s passport pic and squinting his eyes.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Tony shrugs his shoulders.

Tony appears nonchalant in his passport photo, but the officer’s trained eye knows it’s no fake or forgery; this is the very man in front of him now only appearing handsomely crude.

The officer stamps Tony’s passport and hands it back to him only a moment later, gesturing to the very boat behind him. “That one will take you to go. Go to the next line ahead.”

Tony glances over his shoulder to give Manny a smug smirk before taking back his passport and papers and being nudged toward the next line by another officer.

Manny’s passport check is no longer than Tony’s and bound for the same boat, now standing in the same and last line to sail off from Havana.

“This is what I need, man,” Manny grins as the two walks aboard the boat at last, squeezing through a small crowd. “We gonna be in Miami before you know it, man. America! Sweet Miami!”

“The American dream, huh?” Tony crosses his arms, looking out towards the docks with an amused expression on his face. “You’ll see. It all goes up from here, man. That’s what I’m talking about, now—” Tony taps Manny’s arm, pulling him back from near the edge of the boat. “Stay close, man. You gonna barely have room to breathe in here and I’m not looking for your excited ass if you fall into the water.”

“Okay, man, okay,” Manny bursts out into laughter, moving aside. “Let’s go, let’s go. I wanna get out of here already. Miami, here we come, man!”

Unlike Manny, Tony doesn’t even bother to look back once at the life he was leaving behind, whether it was to say goodbye to Cuba one last time, reminisce about his childhood or think about where he came from.

Tony’s mentality and future are already settled in America; embroiled in the American dream without even being entirely aware of it. Tony can’t see anything else or past it.

All Tony knows now is he’ll no longer have to toil under a regime while being under a watchful eye in case any of his words or actions are warranted as “counter-revolutionary”.

Tony will no longer have to think his life has no meaning in Cuba but build his future elsewhere; one that doesn’t involve slaving away working at the docks and catching octopus ten hours a day only to be fucked by the government on the daily.

Tony always knew that if he couldn’t feel like he’s come to accomplish anything in Havana, he wouldn’t give up and decide this is how he has to live.

Even now, Tony keeps his eyes affixed on the waters ahead of the boat as security on the docks gives the all-clear to keep sailing onward while Manny watches the distance growing between him and Havana.

What Manny sees in Havana and what he’ll always remember is his home; the city he grew up in and had no intention of leaving until the Castro regime.

Manny grew up with Tony on the streets of Havana; it’s where he attended education all the way through high school, got his first job, had his first kiss, learned how to drive—just about everything.

Nothing else happened in Tony or Manny’s life outside of Cuba before it all went to shit; neither Tony nor Manny felt welcome in their own home anymore.

Still, optimistic and excited enough for the future, Manny welcomes the new chapter in his life. It’s just like the way it’s always been, of course, still side by side with Tony doing anything and everything they can just to make a living.

Before Manny can turn to tell Tony, “we’re really going, man”, he sees Tony already moving in line to get into the living quarters without a care for anything he’s leaving behind.

Tony’s already had one too many times to gaze out towards the sea and wonder how he’d get away from Havana and actually start living his life; he has no reason to do it to himself again.

~

“Aww, man,” Manny mumbles under his breath, cringing as he tenses his muscles and squirms through the packed crowd with Manny just to get inside the living quarters of the boat.

“What I say?” Tony pipes up, having reminded Manny well one too many times over as to just how crowded the trip to Miami will truly be.

“Yeah, yeah,” Manny and Tony get ushered towards one room by a guard, noticing six more men inside the crammed living space before the doors shut behind them.

Four of the sweaty men are already on their bunkbeds, reading newspapers and making quiet conversation with one another while the other two sit at a small, worn-out end table with flimsy, plastic chairs playing a game of cards.

With nothing but a rag as a makeshift rug in the middle of the room separating the bunkbeds from one another, Tony and Manny notice the bunk beds themselves are made of cheap stiff metal consisting of thin, very worn, old, and yellow-stained mattresses.

The crushed-looking pillow on each bed is in the same stained and sorry state as the mattress with a pilled-up, wrinkled wool blanket in the middle of the bed.

Manny cringes at the filthy sight of discomfort before him he has no choice but to spend hours with whereas Tony raises his brows for a moment, but accepts it.

“You go up,” Tony points up at the bunk bed before moving towards the lower bed. “I’m staying down here.”

Nodding, Manny begins to carefully climb up to the top bunk; wary of every step he takes up the shaky metal ladder with complete distrust and caution.

“Jesus,” Tony mutters under his breath, picking up the scent of body odor reeking from the other men in the room mixing in with the humidity and clear lack of proper ventilation.

Grunting quietly, Tony lays flat on his back—feeling no different from laying down over concrete or anything else stiff and guaranteed to cause back pain only to see a few of the men in the living quarters beginning to peek over at Tony and Manny, even letting their conversations fade out to do so.

“What?” Tony furrows his brows, immediately agitated by the staring as he smacks his pillow—attempting to fluff it.

The men immediately look back away to mind their own business from Tony’s gruff response.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tony shakes his head, resting his head back down on the reeking pillow.

“Hey, man,” Manny’s eyes peer down on Tony, catching his eye.

“Enjoying the kingdom up there?” Tony asks sarcastically.

“Please,” Manny whines quietly, “my ass hurts, man. This feels like a brick.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Tony rolls his eyes, looking up at Manny. “But it gonna be over before we know it.”

“Right,” Manny rakes a hand through his hair with a strained sigh, “like a whole day of travel.”

“Nobody else complainin’ here but you, man,” Tony points out. “What did you expect?”

“I dunno, man,” Manny plops back down on his bed. “Just thought your new friend would help.”

“What are you talking about, man?” Tony yawns, closing his eyes. “What friend?”

“Oh, sorry,” Manny lets out a soft laugh, “I mean your new girlfriend.”

The other men in the room begin to curiously look back over at Manny and Tony again, listening to their conversation.

“Or did you realize you can’t talk to a woman like that?” A playful grin crosses over Manny’s lips.

“Like what?” Tony’s eyes snap open as agitation begins to grow in his tone of voice. “Because I was good. I always am.”

“Yeah, you a real ladies' man, alright,” Manny scoffs, “if I didn’t know better man, I think you knew that American girl for a thousand years.”

Tony almost feels immediately possessive at the very mention of you; his muscles tensing up in response.

“Got tired of digging through old rocks, now you chasing women, huh? What I tell you, huh?! This is 

my neighborhood, so if you fuck with it, you fuck with me!”

There isn’t a single detail of how Tony encountered you with Manny that Tony can’t remember; your face and voice are still etched in his mind with no intention of Tony wanting to forget just how he met you in the first place.

From how quickly everything happened and how Tony took the heat knowing your life was very much at risk right then and there out on the street, Tony can’t let go of meeting you. It’s like in a way, you were already his. What kind of coincidence could that be?

“I bet your girlfriend on a nice, fancy plane right now flying to Miami,” Manny continues, chuckling to himself. “She waiting for us or something, man? ‘Cause you said she gonna remember your face and all that shit for some reason.”

“Hey, shut up, man!” Tony snaps, leaning up on his elbows. “Shut up!”

Manny holds back his laughter by clasping a hand over his mouth as the other men in the room once again begin to stare at the two from the sudden yelling.

“What?!” Tony scowls towards the other men in the room; his voice sharpening. “What you all looking at, huh?! Nobody minds their own business in here, huh? Stop fuckin’ staring at me!”

This time, all heads are turned away sharply, pretending as if nothing ever happened.

“God,” Tony grits his teeth, rubbing his temples gingerly. “I’m in a goddamn mental asylum here…”

“I just asked a question, man,” Manny’s voice pipes up again.

“Yeah, I answer,” Tony snaps back, “we gonna see her again. I got a name, you forgot? What you think? I’m gonna mention her name when we get to Miami; when we talk to customs.”

“Wait, seriously?” Manny’s eyes begin to widen.

“Yeah,” Tony nods, “I do her a favor, she do one for me. Maybe she don’t know it’s coming but I know she not like that. If she really the big shot in Mami and not lying, then we see her again. She owes me.”

“She don’t have to help us, man,” Manny points out, “what if she don’t want to do nothing for us?”

“Then she gonna have to explain to the customs why she know our name,” Tony mentions with complete confidence in himself. “I told you, easy way out. I gonna thank Celeste for all she done, don’t worry, man. She need me, I need her. She’ll see.”

~

On your return flight back to Miami two hours later in first class, you remain indifferent and rather nonchalant about the trip home; doing well in getting your mind off of it.

Enjoying the comforts of first class and having a much-needed drink, you’re easily able to distract yourself and indulge in a book—curled up on your seat with a faux fur throw over you.

When you land back in the United States, your father’s private chauffeur as expected and scheduled picks you up to drive you back to his estate.

You’re grateful for the rest and relaxation you were able to get on your trip back, feeling the lasting effects of travel exhaustion only minorly over you.

In any case, the news of your trip to Havana and just what happened may surprise your father a bit, but it won’t cause him to become upset to any degree.

Only when your step outside of your chauffeur’s vehicle and make your way towards the guarded, front gates of your father’s estate do you feel a numbing ache inside of you desperate to be back at home.

You don’t plan on delaying the news of everything to your father a moment longer.

“Celeste!” Your father’s eyes light up at the sight of you entering the grandiose living room from the foyer. “Welcome back, sweetheart,” your father rises to his feet with a smile.

Standing in the first of many living spaces in your father’s estate with the floors polished in marble, a flair of Roman and Spanish architecture decorated with silver and gold finishings but also inspired by modern American interior design greets you once again.

“Father,” you can’t help but find yourself smiling back at him.

Your father extends out his arms, holding a glass of bourbon in one hand as he begins to approach you. “How was your flight, honey? You’re back almost just as scheduled—impressive.”

“As well as it could be,” you hug your father as he sets down his drink, embracing you back. “I’m just so tired,” you groan out over his shoulder, “every single time, and it always hits me at home.”

“It’s only ever so comfortable,” your father chuckles, patting your shoulders before pulling away. “Well?” His eyes fill with amusement, “I won’t have to guess too much as to how it went. I can see the disappointment in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh?” You sigh softly.

“Mhmm,” your father nods, “it makes me even more curious. Let me just assume that…” Your father purses his lips, leading you towards the velvet couches to sit down together. “There was just nothing there?”

“Yeah,” you answer back.

“Figures,” your father moves towards the bar table across the room as you take a seat first. “But it’s also no surprise. Here…” Your father pops open a cask of whiskey, pouring some over ice in a glass and mixing half of it with a bottle of coke. “You could use the relaxation. I’m sure you’ve got more than enough to explain.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you lean up to take the drink from him before both of you sit side by side. “But you know I didn’t expect to come back empty-handed myself.”

“Sure, I know what you mean,” your father shrugs. “We can’t say it was entirely for nothing but it was no vacation either, huh?”

“Please,” you shake your head. “Havana is beautiful and lively but some parts... Well—that can be said for just about anywhere, including Miami.”

“Absolutely,” your father reaches for the drink he set aside.

“There was something, though,” you mumble, staring down at your drink. “Mom didn’t entirely lie to us.” You slouch down on the couch, taking a glum sip of your drink. “I don’t know how long it’s been or what happened to it, but there was something.”

“Your mother’s estate was there as she said?” Your father raises his brows. “It actually exists?”

“It did at some point,” you nod, “it’s demolished now, along with every other decent-looking villa I could have found there. Gone. It’s destroyed, just rubble.”

“I see,” your father frowns. “Grim news then.”

“I don’t know what happened to it, and it’s not like I could ask anyone,” you swallow down another sip of your drink. “The villa was right around the outskirts of something like a ghost town.”

“The rebels must have done some work to it,” your father rolls his eyes. “I’m not surprised. The villa must have been standing there for many years prior.”

“If Mom never told you about it, maybe it was only up and around when you two first married,” you suggest.

“A lie is a lie, isn’t it?” Your father raises his drink to his lips. “Your mother kept many things from me since we began dating; her family estates being one,” your father emphasizes the plural of an estate. “Although, I suppose it would be hard to legally prove it was destroyed when and how she owed us this much from the divorce.”

“I don’t know why she did this to us,” you swallow hard, continuing to drink. “First the lies, then the divorce—all of this. She just… She tore our family apart.”

“Yes,” your father agrees, “but it’s her fault and hers alone. She chose to do that to us, so we have no choice but to let it be. The same goes for her so-called villa—estate, whatever you wanna call it. I never wanted any of it for myself, but she owed you.”

“If it’s just a piece of history rotting there now, so be it,” you point out, “I don’t care, Dad. It’s not important to me. I just don’t want you to be upset by it because it’s…” You bite your lip, sighing again. “It was just another lie. Ugh, I can’t take this anymore.”

“And you don’t have to,” your father finishes his drink, exhaling quietly. “Neither of us do. We can leave it at that.”

“Only we can’t,” you lower your glass down to your lap—remembering just how you came across Tony and Manny back in Havana.

“My first American friend and she wanna help me. All Americans like you must be so nice.”

“I met someone,” you say, “two people, actually…”

“You think they may have known something about your mother’s estate?” Your father raises a curious brow.

“Well, they definitely knew more about where I was than me,” you shrug your shoulders. “They were two Cuban men. I assume they probably grew up around or in that same neighborhood from how they spoke of the street and knew it so well. “

“Hmm, interesting,” your father muses, listening to you explain. “And they helped you find the estate or at least what was left of it?”

“More like they saved my life,” you shake your head. “There was some other street rat lurking around, preying on me. I don’t know how long he was stalking me when I was there, but he snuck up on me good.”

“Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?” Your father’s eyes begin to grow with worry. “That man didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“Honestly, Dad, no. I’m fine, really. It was more of a question of what I was going to do to defend myself.”

“I know that sweetheart,” your father chuckles to himself. “No doubt you could, but it doesn’t make you any less concerned.”

“I know,” you purse your lips, “then those two men showed up like nothing. They must have been around. One of them… He…”

“The least you two could tell me are your names.”

“Tony. Antonio Montana.”

“He shows up, then he shoots my stalker right in front of me. Killed that guy like nothing; mocked him first and got him fearing for his life first. It was…something. His friend next to him just stood there like he’s seen this sort of thing every day.”

“He may have,” your father suggests. “What were their names?”

“The one who did the killing was Tony, Tony Montana. His friend’s name was Manny Ribera. Do those names ring a bell?”

“Hmm, no,” your father smoothens out his dress shirt, “I can’t say that they do. Should I?”

“I honestly don’t know,” you laugh a little to yourself, “they just seemed awfully convinced they’d see me again as if they already knew me.”

“And you’ve never seen or met these men at all before?”

“Never,” you reply.

“I’d just assume these men may be well known in Cuba,” your father rests his back against the couch.

“Or they could just be two guys in the right place at the right time,” you sip your drink again. “Either way, I do owe them. They didn’t have to do anything for me back there.”

“No shame or harm in that. I’ll keep their names in mind,” your father rakes a hand through his hair, “but how can they be so convinced that they’ll be seeing you again? You’re back in Miami now.”

“They’re migrants,” you point out, “and from everything going on in Cuba, I’m not surprised that they’re leaving like everyone else.”

“Now there’s something,” your father’s eyes light with curiosity. “So they’re coming to Miami.”

“Mhmm,” you swirl around the ice at the bottom of your drink. “They’ll be here eventually. Whatever part I seem to play in that doesn’t make sense to me.”

“You know you don’t owe either of these men anything, Celeste,” your father tells you. “You’re not obligated to do anything, although I can understand your appreciation towards them for what they’ve done for you.”

“I know,” you shrug, setting your drink down, “I’m just as much of a stranger to them as they are to me. Their words mean nothing to me anymore. We’ve forgotten each other already, it’s just… When I think of Havana, I’ll remember them again. I can’t forget that. It’s like I have to remember.”

“Celeste, honey…” Your father frowns, looking down at his hands for a moment as he ponders how to phrase his next words. “I do believe you’re getting a little too desensitized to all of this, sweetheart. All of the blood and carnage… This isn’t good for you whatsoever.”

“It’s not like that, Dad,” you murmur, denying it. “I was still shaken too and it’s not new, is it?” Your eyes meet with his. “We see it all too often ourselves.”

“Mm, that much is true,” your father notes. “I’m intrigued about these men because of what they did for you so I’ll keep their names in mind, but that is as much as I’ll do. Like you said,” your father begins to rise up from his seat, “you’re as much of a stranger to them as they are to you.”

“It’s all over now, Dad,” you scoff, slouching on the couch. “I’m never going back to Havana again. There’s nothing now.”

“I’m sure they’ve come to understand that too.”

~

[ Miami, Florida: Cuban Migrant Camp ]

“Okay, Tony,” The immigration officer sighs in annoyance, wishing to get done and over with this mandatory questioning held with high suspicion and an even higher rate of being refused a green card and full entry into Miami.

“So,” The immigration officer lets the file folder holding Tony’s documents plop down onto his desk with a smack, eyeing Tony carefully. “What’s your full name? What do you go by?”

“Antonio Montana,” Tony’s reply is as smug and confident as always; more like he’s at a job interview he knows he’ll get through anyway instead of being questioned about every aspect of his life in Cuba by US officials. “But everybody call me Tony.”

“Tony,” the other cop repeats, “and whose ‘everybody’?”

“Everyone,” Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Everyone who know me; my friends, you know. And you? What you call yourself?” The playful grin on Tony’s lips begins to grow.

The immigration officer rolls his eyes, avoiding the small talk invitation. “Okay Tony, where’d you learn to speak English like that?”

“In school,” Tony’s tone of voice begins to grow more serious. “Then my father taught me. He was from The United States. Just like you guys, you know, but he was a Yankee. He used to take me a lot to the movies, so you know, I learn a lot of English from there. I always knew one thing,” Tony points back at his chest, “coming to the United States. That’s what I wanted to do.”

“And where’s your old man now?” The police officer asks, picking up his clipboard.

“He dead,” Tony replies plainly. “He died somewhere, sometime. We not close after I began growing up. He left the family.”

“And your mother?” The immigration officer raises a curious brow.

“She dead too,” Tony answers, convincing enough.

“Tell us what kind of work you did back in Cuba, Tony,” the cop moves on to his next question.

“I worked in construction business,” Tony begins, “trades stuff. I work a lot with my hands. I build things. I was in the army too.”

“Hmm…” The immigration officer muses, opening up Tony’s file before exchanging an unamused glance with the police officer. “Interesting enough but far too convenient. What do you think?”

“I think he’s full of shit,” the cop answers, looking Tony dead in the eye. “You really don’t have any family in the United States at all? No cousins? Not even a brother-in-law or something?”

“No,” Tony remains unphased by their comments. “Nobody. Like I said, man, they all dead.”

“You ever been to jail, Tony?” The immigration officer sits on the edge of the desk directly in front of Tony.

“Me?” Tony blinks, almost appearing offended by the very question. “Jail? No. No way, no.”

“Been in a mental hospital?”

“Oh yeah,” Tony lies jokingly, “on the way coming here.”

Holding back his own laughter, neither the immigration officer, the cop or the guards in the corner of the room seem the slightest bit amused or entertains Tony’s jokes.

“What about homosexuality, Tony?” The immigration officer begins to slowly pace around Tony’s seat. “You like men, huh? You like to dress up like a woman?”

‘The fuck?’ Tony thinks to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. “The fuck is wrong with this guy, man? Are you kidding me or what?”

“Just answer the question, Tony,” The cop sighs out of impatience, shifting in his seat.

“Okay, no. Fuck no.” Tony answers. “No, okay?”

“Have you ever been arrested for anything? Marijuana? Heroin? Drugs of any kind?”

“No, no. No way, no,” Tony denies.

“Cocaine?” The cop narrows his eyes, growing increasingly suspicious.

“No, man.”

“Uh huh,” unconvinced, the immigration officer suddenly grabs Tony’s face, pointing at the glaringly obvious scar over Tony’s left eye. “Where’d you get that beauty scar, tough guy? Eating pussy?”

Tony is all the more wildly entertained by all of this. “Eating pussy?” Tony points up at his scar, “how am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy, man? It happened to me when I was a kid. Mhmm, yeah, you should see the other kid, you know.”

“Then explain this,” the immigration officer lets go of Tony’s face, snatching up his hand again to show a small poorly tattooed, stick and poke heart pierced by an arrow. “The hell is this?”

“Ah, that’s for my sweetheart—” Tony begins, but neither of the officials are buying it.

“Sweetheart, my ass,” the immigration officer rolls his eyes, “we’ve been seeing a whole lot more of these lately. It’s some kind of code you and your friends used back in the can, huh? This is what? A pitchfork of some kind? Means an assassination happened, huh?”

“You wanna tell us about it Montana or should we take you on a little trip to the detention center?” The cop crosses his arms.

Tony pauses for a moment, remaining calm. “Okay, okay. You got me. I was in the can one time. One time, okay?” He holds his free hand up in surrender. “Nothing crazy though. I was buying dollars. Fake dollars.”

“Funny,” the cop begins to rise to his feet, alerting the attention of the guards in the corner of the room.

“No, it’s true,” Tony continues his story, “I got it from a Canadian tourist. Didn’t know it was fake.”

“Let me guess, you mugged him first?” The immigration officer appears all the more frustrated, thinking now’s his chance to brush Tony aside with the dozen others he’s interrogated already today. “Get him out of here!”

“So I fucked up, what’s to it?!” Tony protests, nudging back the immigration officers that begin to attempt to restrain him. “Wait—wait! Wait, man, hold on. Just hold on. Let me talk to this guy, okay!” Tony holds both of his hands up in surrender once the officers pull away. “Let me ask you something, man,” Tony points at the immigration officer, wetting his lips. “Are you a communist? Huh?” He asks completely calmly.

The immigration officer crosses his arms, staring back at Tony with a mix of disgust and disappointment in his expression.

“How’d you like it?” Tony scowls. “They tell you all the time what to do, what to think, what to feel. Do you wanna be a sheep like all those other people, huh? BAAA, BAA!” Tony bleats, beginning to loudly imitate a sheep.

“I don’t have to listen to this bullshit!” The cop fumes, rising up from his seat abruptly.

“You wanna work eight hours a day; you owe everything, you got nothing?” Tony redirects his attention to the cop, pointing at him as he speaks. “You want someone standing on the corner of every street watching everything you do and say, man? You wanna live and work like that? That’s what I did, okay? That’s what I did,” Tony gestures to his chest, “I made nothing. They make me clean octopus eight hours a day, every day! I got fucking octopus coming out of my ears, man!” Tony gestures to his ear. “I got holes in my shoes and they work me like that every fucking day. How’d you like that? What did you want me to do, stay there and do nothing? Huh?” Tony’s voice sharpens as he continues, “What could I do, man? What would you do?”

Nobody answers, but Tony’s words are well-heard and understood. As petty and difficult as the immigration officers and officials are, let alone completely unsympathetic to the sob story of any Cuban migrant, Tony’s explanation can’t be argued against.

“It make anyone go fucking crazy,” Tony’s voice begins to calm, growing serious. “I’m no thief, no criminal, okay? I’m Tony Montana, a political prisoner from Cuba, and I want my fucking human rights!” Tony slams the palm of his hand down on the table. “Right now!”

“I don’t believe a word of this shit,” the cop speaks up, surprising the others. “All of you sound the same. You know that son of a bitch Castro is shitting all over us. Send this bastard to Freedom Town where they’ll take good care of him.”

Tony scoffs, bursting out laughing as he doesn’t resist being restrained. “You know something? You can send me anywhere. This, there, here—it don’t matter.”

The officers begin to haul Tony towards the door of the interrogation room by force.

“There is nothing you can do to me that Castro has not already done,” Tony attempts to halt in his tracks, pushing his back against the cops. “I have someone who can vouch for me, you know that?”

Immediately, the cops trying to restrain and shove Tony out let go and take a step back, staring at the immigration officer in shock as if Tony’s words have rendered them completely helpless.

“What?” The cop furrows his brows. “What the hell did you just say?”

“That’s right,” a wry smirk returns over Tony’s lips. “I know somebody. She’s an American, and she live here in Miami. She know me, I know her. You don’t believe me? Fine, but you gonna believe her.”

“You said you had no family here, Tony,” the immigration officer presses.

“It’s true,” Tony confirms, shrugging his shoulders. “That no lie. She not my family, but she know me. I can prove that to you.”

“Who is she?” The immigration officer rolls his eyes, taking a seat back down at his desk. “Go on, tell us about this supposed woman you know. I call bullshit. You’ll say anything to save your own ass now. Just so you know I’m fucking serious, I’ll call her over here to see if you’re telling the truth.” He leans over the desk, lowering his voice. “And she better look me dead in the eye and say you’re her fucking best friend.”

Tony leans back in, resting his palms over the immigration officer's desk with a mocking, sweet smile on his lips. “Trust me, she will. Go ahead. She know my friend Manny too, so what are you doing? Call her already. Go on, ask her. Ask.”

“Ask who?” The cop interrupts. “Give us your American girlfriend’s name.”

“Celeste Navarro,” Tony answers. “That her name.”

The room immediately falls with silence and expressions grow extremely concerned.

One police officer standing by the door chuckles to himself, but with one death glare from the cop, he too falls quiet.

The immigration officer clears his throat, “Celeste Navarro?”

“Yeah, I bet you know her, don’t you?” Tony crosses his arms, cockiness growing in his demeanor.

“And I bet you don’t,” the cop spits back. “Do you have any idea what you’re fucking saying? How much weight the Navarro family name carries?”

“Sure,” Tony grins devilishly, “that’s why I just said it.”

“You better not be fucking with me, Montana,” the immigration officer slams his documents down on the table. “I’ll look into it—”

“You have to,” Tony pressures. “So just do it now, man. Quit wasting time. I miss her and I wanna see her again.”

“If you’re lying, Montana, you’ll be in a whole separate pile of deep shit from that alone,” the cop threatens.

“Then I’m in no shit at all,” Tony brushes them off, sitting back down comfortably in his seat and slouching before gesturing to the telephone upon the center of the cop’s desk. “Go ahead, call Celeste, man. Tell her Tony’s here and he misses her.”

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thots & theories :: loki season 2 episode 1

This post will contain spoilers for the first episode of Loki Season 2 under the cut so please if you haven't watched yet, then press Keep Reading at your own risk.

What you will find under the cut: Whoring out and the return of a side of me that I never actually thought would ever come out again…"Theorist Ally" 🥴🫡

Thots

Please tell me I wasn't the only one at risk of heading to the ER from choking after seeing that first shot of TVA agents chasing Loki down the hallway like besties & fellow whores I did not have "Marvel mercifully decides to leave the mango untouched" in my 2023 bingo card. But we actually got that shot in HD now and it's blowing my tiny whoring mind 🥵😮‍💨

And all the hair flips we got once he lands from a time slip with the tense jaw and neck muscles like Sir we're trying to feel for you and feel the urge to wrap you in a blanket and give you cuddles, but you're making it really hard not to think about [redacted]

Lemme just give y'all some shots that had me feeling all kinds of ways throughout this episode:

Thoughts

Something I really appreciated in this was that while Loki was concerned about how the time slipping looked to people witnessing it, Mobius was more concerned about how Loki felt experiencing it. Precious beb deserves to have someone that actually cares to that level and that bit just warmed my cold dead heart 🥹

In the same vein as above, Mobius' refusal to give up on Loki coming back until the last possible second and even begging OB to hold off a little longer really struck a chord with me because again, he now has someone that isn't just concerned about his well-being but also will believe in him even if everyone's going to tell them to give up 💖

The scene where OB was remembering new memories from his past in realtime during his conversation with Mobius in the present was something that I found insanely clever like let me tell you I was geeking out about it on my couch at 9am on a Friday morning

The sequences where Loki begins to realize in seconds where he's been yoinked off to in the timeline was a really good showcase of how smart our stabby boi is because he was using elements in his surroundings to form a timeline in his head to estimate where he was and he's doing all this under the pressure of not knowing when he's going to disappear again and under visibly excruciating pain 🥺💖

I'm living for the fact that B-15's part of the main group of characters and she really served that look of "are you fucking kidding me and right in front of my salad" when General Dox and X-5 were having their little moment.

Speaking of Dox and X-5…something's going on with those two and if y'all are thinking "mother/son" then lemme just nudge you in the direction of Oedipus Complex because…something about those two don't sit right with me 😖😖

The whole profound emotional moment with Sylvie finally feeling like she can breathe and not have to worry about running anymore and actually eat something that isn't something she hunted would have had the teeniest bit more impact if it didn't take place in a McDonald's but I gotta admit I too have once considered trying the entire menu 😂

Theories

Let's start off with my theories surrounding the scene where they fix the Temporal Loom because I have a feeling that we're going to be returning to that sequence and that setting quite a few times towards the end of the season. And with that sequence alone I have so many questions.

Like how did Sylvie get stuck in the elevator? Who pruned Loki that allowed him to return to his present timeline and also save Mobius in the process? Who's on the other end of the line on that ringing phone in the future? Why is General Dox sending troops upon troops of Minutemen to Sylvie's location and how is she even certain that where they're all headed off to is the location they're after?

So here's a few of my theories/predictions for what we're about to see as Season 2 plays out:

Loki prunes himself – I think we're going to revisit that scene where Loki gets pruned only from a more future Loki's point of view where we see that he's the one that prunes Episode 1 Loki so that he could be extracted and returned to his present timeline. He's the one holding the time stick.

General Dox is a tertiary antagonist – in the grand scheme of the season I think she and X-5 will probably at most be a nuisance with some firepower, but they're not the biggest threat after Kang, which leads me to…

OB is a secondary antagonist – I know I know we love him right now because he's fun and quite matter of fact, but hear me out. I think that his priority will be fixing the Temporal Loom which goes against what at least B-15 stands for because each branched timeline has countless lives living in them. He knows how the loom works and he knows how to repair it, so he puts that above all else to the extent where he could try and reconcile them all once again into a Sacred Timeline. Point is, he won't want the Loom to break.

Rennslayer and Kang are the primary antagonists…and maybe also Minutes? – that casual hard launch in the beginning scenes where Loki's in the past TVA hasn't left my mind and I think this is where we're headed

And now here's where I go tin foil hat and give my most out there theory that I hope won't happen but something tells me that it will.

So…y'all know how in Doctor Who, Clara Oswald sacrifices herself into the Doctor's timeline and splits herself into thousands (maybe even millions) of iterations of herself with the singular goal of saving the Doctor? She becomes a being that is destined to make that decision again and again because the Clara that jumped into the timeline was a life that's probably already been created as a result of that very sacrifice?

That type of circular infinite path of life is like the snake that's forever doomed to eat its own tail in a circle until the end of time. That concept and that symbol is called an Ouroboros.

And now that I've given that long winded intro here's the part where some of you are about to click off and call me delulu and you know what valid but if you're still here and you wanna see the clown show here we go:

Loki will become an Ouroboros

I don't think this episode was just titled "Ouroboros" because we're being introduced to OB. I think there was a more profound meaning to the episode title, that meaning being that this is the path that Loki's headed down. I think he sacrifices himself in the scene where he faces the Temporal Loom without a protective suit on and this will cause him to split into infinite versions of himself throughout the timelines. And one of these infinite versions will find himself in the Future TVA where he sees the Loki from Episode 1 running in search of a time stick.

Now I can already hear some of you going "But Ally why would he do that?" And I'm going to pull from Loki's words directly to explain what his motive could be to do such a thing:

"I want to save my friends"

Now with all that being said, I'm totally open to other theories and I genuinely hope that my big theory is not correct because I really don't like that that's the route my brain went when trying to connect the pieces.

Gonna go and tag some usual suspect besties in this (and not gonna put this into the series tag because self preservation): @gigglingtiggerv2 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @coldnique @peachyjinx @gruftiela @lokisgoodgirl @loopsisloops @give-me-a-moose @lokischambermaid @tallseaweed @mischief2sarawr @maple-seed @joyful-enchantress @november-rayne @ladyofthestayingpower @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @liminalpebble @simplyholl +++

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https://www.vox.com/culture/355242/hollywood-it-boy-diversity-problem-barry-keoghan-jacob-elordi-jeremy-allen-white

Interesting article, I wish me MOC were spotlighted lik a lot of these "white boys of the months"who can do 1 project and suddently are everywhere.

This was a VERY well-written article Anon! I enjoyed reading it! 😊 It really gave food for thought.

First off, I just wanna say that the Michael B. Jordan erasure is just.... 🥴 Seriously?? How are you all gonna act like this man doesn't exist??

Anyway...

I really do think that there are a lot of factors that play into 1) why there are so few "movie stars" of the younger generation these days, and 2) why there's such a lack of diversity.

Chiiiiiile....You're gonna need to take a seat, cuz I's got THANGS to say on this one! It's gonna be a long one lol. 🤣

RE: Movie Stars....

I think the reasons are:

We are living in a different age from the 90s. People need to keep in mind that "the 90s" was at least 30 years ago. Things have changed. People have changed.

The invention of social media, more online "presence" (something that wasn't around much in the 90s) has also played a role

Actors these days aren't living in the age of Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Denzel, or even Leo DiCaprio were when they were making it big. I don't think you can even really compare them.

I also feel like Hollywood is more so about IPs and less about nurturing movie stars. We're living in a post-Marvel world, and for a LONG time it's been the IP (not the ACTOR) that is selling these films. I blame Hollywood for placing emphasis on nostalgic films, "reboots", and IP-heavy films in order to guarantee a sure success at the box office, as opposed to nurturing actors to become movie stars. Tom Cruise didn't become an A-List movie star overnight. None of those A-list actors did. I think people tend to forget that! You have to give many of these younger actors some TIME.

Did I mention social media?? To me, social media has sort of taken away the aspect of "mystery" and "unattainability" that a lot of movie stars and A-List actors had back in the day. Now days, fans have their favorite actors at their fingertips, and they can even comment and interact w/them on social media. That was NOT a thing 30 years ago.

Being more "relatable" to fans is more of a thing than it was 30 years ago. If you're so "relatable" to fans now days, fans start to see you on THEIR level, and it might be hard to view you as a "movie star" when you're so down to earth and "relatable" Lol. 😅 Idk...just saying. You almost need an air of snobbery lol. 😅

RE: Lack of Diversity....

First of all, let's be honest, Hollywood has ALWAYS struggled in this department. 😒🙄 The article is right though, for a while there, it seemed like HW was making a turn for the better.... With films coming out staring actors like Mahershala Ali, Daniel Kaluuya, Chadwick Boseman, Michael B. Jordan, etc.

What happened?? Well, let's see shall we? Umm...First of all, Chadwick Boseman DIED. 😭 I actually saw him getting to the level of Will Smith if he had stayed alive, because he was just so darn likeable, and a VERY good actor.

Ummm....Jonathan Majors had assault charges... 😭 Yet ANOTHER talented Black male actor who was starting to get a lot of hype and attention, and was even starting to gain the label from women as "hot", even though he has a Butter Face lol. 😅🤣 But charges of assaulting your gf don't seem to go over too well when you're trying to make it "big" in Hollywood. 🥴

Rege Jean Page was another one who was labeled HOT (and he IS!) after Bridgerton aired. I was excited for him too, but then, his career seemed to take a turn for the worst after he no longer was on "Bridgerton". He still has a chance though to turn this around lol... But yea....

Kelvin Harrison Jr. is super talented imo, but I feel like he needs some more bigger films (he wasn't really the main focus in "Elvis" ) under his belt in order to get more girls to notice him. I remember that he was supposed to be in Euphoria (which could have gotten him more exposure) but then he dropped out all of a sudden (maybe due to filming conflicts w/another project).

My pick to lead the way is still Michael B. Jordan. Women LOVE him! 🥰 He's hot as idk what, he's charming, and he's been in large films, and even made his directorial debut with "Creed 3"! 😁

Daniel Kaluuya is also a great pick as well... But do women really "sweat" him like that?? Idk lol... 👀 You kinda need someone who has some sex appeal. I'm sorry, but when I see Daniel, I see a good actor, but for some reason, he kinda lacks that "something" that makes me say: "Ooooo yeaaa.... I wanna get with him for one night" lol. 🤣 I'm sorry, but that is probably what is lacking lol....for ME anyway. He's a good actor though!

Another thing...Do young black women go ga-ga over actors like that? Serious question. 🤔 I always feel like as a community, we as black women tend to go HAM for the musical artists. I remember growing up I always felt like I was kind of like an anomaly cuz I always loved and crushed on the ACTORS way more than I crushed on male music artists lol. 😅 I feel like it's kinda rare in the black community for us as women (or young girls) to be crushing on male actors like that. I always felt kind of alone in that regard. Thank goodness I had a small group of other black friends around my age who felt the same way I did and shared my love of film. 🥰 (I might make a poll out of this to see what others think)

I kind of feel like SOME sectors of the population (i.e. white girls) tend to be more of the obsessive types when it comes to "internet boyfriends" lol. There are some who just fangirl over guys more than others it seems. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Some segments of the population tend to be way more obsessive with the fangirling and the fanfic writing, the going-to-see-a-movie-10x-because-so-and-so-is-in-it.

I also feel like Hollywood tends to push certain actors with a certain look, and that look very rarely includes black (or moc) men.

I think Dev Patel is promising.... So are Henry Golding, Charles Melton, and Anthony Ramos. I also think that what makes a "movie star" isn't always just the movie, but also what you push them into doing. Tom Holland didn't become a movie star JUST because he played Spiderman. I mean, that certainly HELPED (don't get me wrong lol), but he also became a movie star because he was pushed into various different avenues of promotion for the film when it came out. Lip Sync Battle, radio interviews, TONS Of ComicCon appearances and Meet and Greets. I feel like Hollywood doesn't really NURTURE black male actors like this in order to become movie stars. You kind of have to be EVERYWHERE for a little while so that people will come to know you. THAT is how you become a movie star. It's not just the movie, it's all of the other little things that go along with it. And I don't see Hollywood doing that for black male actors. Some black films aren't even given HALF the amount of global press tour that white films are given. Just saying...

It's interesting that Pedro Pascal was mentioned, cuz a lot of women sweat him and he's well into his 40s. Very interesting (and good) point!

Sorry for this lengthy discourse (if you've even made it down this far ROTFL). 😅

TL;DR Version: I think there are a LOT of factors that play into why there has been a "movie star" drought in Hollywood lately, and why MOC aren't pushed as much to the forefront.

[austinslounge]

"it's just easier for shady people to sneak in and try and be a bad influence or take advantage of his kindness if not careful"

--- Aka Cindy Crawford and Kaia.

Also, I do think Kate had a hand in setting up Austin and Kaia. So to me, it didn't seem like she was looking out for Austin long term.

Now, again Austin is to blame for his own choices. He's chosen to stay with Kaia far longer than he should. This whole paparazzi circus of 2024, he is partly to blame. He allows it and participates.

But I do believe do some extent the Gerber clan truly has taken advantage of Austin's kindness. He's genuinely one of the good guys in Hollywood, who maybe was too trusting after he made it big after Elvis.

Hopefully things with Kaia are over and he'll find a more suited significant other.

Also, I do think Kate had a hand in setting up Austin and Kaia. So to me, it didn't seem like she was looking out for Austin long term.

What gives you that impression? 🤔 We really don't know how Austin and Kaia met, but word on the street is that one of Kaia's friends hooked the two of them up.

Where are you getting the Kate rumor from? Just curious.

Now, again Austin is to blame for his own choices. He's chosen to stay with Kaia far longer than he should. This whole paparazzi circus of 2024, he is partly to blame. He allows it and participates.

While I definitely think that this relationship has far lasted past its expiration date 🥴, at the same time, I recognize that Austin is a grown man, and can make his own decisions. So, if he has chosen to stay in this relationship with KG, it's either because 1) he has strong feelings for her, 2) is comfortable and complacent in this low-effort "relationship", OR, 3) he is in some form benefiting from being with her, and for right now, the benefits are outweighing the cons.

***I forgot to add option #4, that Austin and Kaia are in a PR showmanship. And honestly? That's what it's looking more and more like to me. 👀

In other words, I don't really feel like the Gerbers are holding him hostage to stay in this relationship lol. 😅 People usually do what they want to do. And he is a good-looking guy, so he has plenty of options. So, if he's still with her, it's either because he wants to be, or because ending things would not be a suitable thing right now.

It's a bitter pill to swallow for some fans (I get it), but I personally just don't think that a great, nice-looking guy like him would be wasting nearly 3 years with a woman in a relationship unless he wants to be in it for -- whatever reason.

I'm sure I'll get pelted w/tomatoes for saying this, but hey... I'm just tired of going around in circles.

With that said, there are plenty of relationships that people are in simply because they don't want to be lonely/alone, don't want to deal with inner demons, deep down don't feel like they can do any better or that someone would love them despite their faults/"baggage", or they think the relationship was good at the time they were in it, but later on realized that they weren't really in love with the person, and recognized that the person wasn't good for them after the relationship is over.

So, while we may be upset at this whole Kaustin relationship, the reality is, we really don't know what this relationship is like behind closed doors, or how Austin actually feels in this relationship. All we can go by is his body language, and the fact that he's still holding on to it for almost 3 years. 🙄 (if they haven't broken up already)

That doesn't mean however that he's actually deeply in love with her and thinking that it's serious. I personally think he's with Kaia frankly because he knows he's not ready for anything really all that serious right now, and given her age and behavior, she probably isn't really looking for anything serious herself either.

Also, keep in mind that we have seen this man's track record. Austin tends to like long-term relationships. He might just be a person who gets comfortable in relationships and just has a hard time letting go... even if the relationship doesn't really suit him. It might be a residual effect from the fact that his parents divorced when he was really young, so maybe he may have some abandonment issues.

I'm not going to psychoanalyze the man lol. 😅

All I know is that I'm tired of twisting myself into a pretzel trying to figure out why he is still with this woman who is so very obviously wrong for him, so I've just decided to assume that he must on some level still want to be in it.... for whatever reason.

But I do believe do some extent the Gerber clan truly has taken advantage of Austin's kindness. He's genuinely one of the good guys in Hollywood, who maybe was too trusting after he made it big after Elvis.

I definitely feel that they took advantage of his kindness. I do think that Austin is a very trusting person just in general, and the Gerbers are an in-tact family (something he didn't really have growing up), so I can see him being drawn to that.

Hopefully things with Kaia are over and he'll find a more suited significant other.

Girl, you and me both!

[j0kers-light]

Hello again, soldier 🫡

Uhhh random question time, who are your top 5 fictional men?AND what’s your hair routine, like what product do you use? Cuz I’m trying to change mine up a bit.

Hey hi Captain 🖤✨

Top five?! Put me on the spot will you. Like of all time? Oof that’s tough. Okay, y’all better not judge a hoe.

1) Ulquiorra “Bamboo” Cifer from Bleach. He’s my first for a reason and I’ll love him unconditionally no questions asked. He can rip out my heart and I’d thank him for it wow I love that man 🖤

2) Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender. Purely platonic because I’m a Zutara shipper but when I first saw Zuko I knew. “He a good one.” and he hasn’t failed me yet. His redemption arc go crazy and Dante’s rent was due when he voiced Zuko. Just an amazing character all around like all hail Fire Lord Zuko in this house.

3) Joker from the DC Universe. You know him, you love him. What else is there to say? It doesn’t matter what version (yes it does🤭) The Joker is an ionic character that I’m always attracted to. I’ve always loved the villain in a story so Joker, someone who is evil incarnate, just does it for me. 🖤

4) Sesshomaru from Inuyasha. I’m taking it back old school! He’s my brother in law (inside joke and I ship SesshKag) I absolutely love his character in the show and movies. He was the ‘villain’ in the story but overtime we got background stories to prove otherwise plus his redemption arc went bonkers and his fanart is always🔥

5) Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) I just wanna marry him and suck his dick. I am not ashamed. I haven’t seen not one fanart I didn’t love and his character within the show is 🤤🖤

Now! Onto hair routine 🥴🥴😆

Girl I’m a low maintenance girl with 4c hair. Nine times out of ten, I do a silk press because my hair texture is so annoying. Think of tiny coils compacted into a cotton ball. Ugh I hate it.

If I don’t detangle five minutes after I wash, it mats up automatica. So I use Design Essentials since it does the hard work for me. Black owned and they have all natural products for all natural hair.

I use their Agave and Lavender Blow Dry collection in tandem with their Detangling shampoo and Anti-Itch shampoo. Yes three shampoos, ya girl has needs.

I rinse with the blow dry collection’s conditioner and it’s game time. The clock is ticking and my hair is a beast to detangle. I prime and protect with a thermal serum to each section of my hair and use the products to help detangle with a wide tooth comb before blow drying.

By that time it’s an electrocuted Afro but it’ll revert back to curls if left untouched. So either I’m too tired to continue and I leave it as is or I move onto pressing it.

I use either my TYMO straightener or their flat iron to press my hair or use both if it’s a humid day. 

Other than that I wrap it up and my hair stays under a bonnet majority of the time. I’m not one for elaborate styles and stuff and I only unwrap the silk if I have a work meeting or if I’m leaving the house for longer than an hour.

My silk press on average lasts me a month or longer.

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#5

the way succession says that a tragedy is not a tragedy unless there’s love inside of it has forever altered my brain chemistry i think.

like logan was a boy with a brother and a sister and an uncle, and he was told “God loves you”, and what that meant was “God needs me to beat you with this stick”. and maybe love is beaten out of you, or maybe it’s beaten into you, but either way it leaves a mark. and maybe it’s a lesson. maybe you don’t ask for love, maybe you’re inflicted with it, and it only goes in one direction. and then logan had his kids, and so he said “i love you“ and what he meant was “i need to beat you with this stick”.

738 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#4

louis is going down as one of the characters of all time btw. there's something about characters who are so deeply repressed in every facet of their lives continuously fighting for happiness, yet ultimately they're unable to achieve that happiness because they've denied themselves for so long that they no longer know what they actually want vs what they've convinced themselves to chase.

and it's fascinating, because that's so clear in the way that louis conceptualizes happiness by fighting for the things previously denied to him; the spectre of his perceived failures as a human haunt him and preclude the possibility at any new lease on happiness in the future.

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#3

louis, lestat, and their single bed as a motif louis puts into his own story, but refuses to explore, is literally one of the sexiest parts of the show. it speaks volumes about a level of fulfillment and freedom that louis feels by being with lestat that he rarely explicitly comments on when he's relaying his story to daniel, which feels extremely relevant to his overall reluctance to examine the parts of his relationship with lestat that he really enjoyed.

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#2

i think it should be illegal to dye a man's hair if he's going gray like thats a crime. if he's got salt and pepper hair then we deserve to see it.

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My #1 post of 2022

beating the mental illness allegations by going to shower

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Do you like college aus? Characters with complex backstories and flaws? Immaculate descriptions? This is a great series for you!

Jo does an amazing job getting readers hooked! The MC is relatable and in a tough situation. Very quickly I found myself rooting for them to recover from their broken heart and wanting the best for them. This includes... Very mixed feelings about their best friend Nina. Like... I understand the complexity of being friends with two people before a fall out but Nina really seems to be taking Erin and Davis's side and I don't like it. It's one thing to keep the peace but to be so buddy buddy?? Smh.

I'm rooting for Kiko and Yoongi too! They seem so cute and the simple setup of Kiko not liking parties, wanting to leave, and then having them stay until 3am just talking to Yoongi? Love it!

And Taehyung! Oh Taehyung! He was introduced so well with the light flirting and the predicting the weather??? Omg! That sounds so cool. I'm so curious abt what his process for predicting weather is. And so kind of him to apologize to the mc when he realized that the mc was not just being sassy but was genuinely upset at him.

Also. I 100% believe that Taehyung hurt (or only hurt) his ankle. Standing at the top of a dark staircase? That's prime crying space. Maybe he twisted it a bit but I think that might be set up for a plotline. 👀 👀 👀

My live reaction is under the read more:

What a beautiful opening paragraph! I love it! Such beautiful language!

Awwe. The MC looking for their friend? I love! 🥺

I feel the struggle of the MC. Visiting friends from before college is complex!

🤣🤣🤣 Zoning out because of crunchy leaves is sooooo valid! Love that!

Oh? Why don't we like Erin? Why don't we??? 👀👀👀

Oof... Did Erin play a role with the breakup? If so... Idk how I feel abt Nina being friends with Erin still... Of course we don know what happened yet. Oof! This is so good at keeping me engaged! What an interesting plot!

OMGGGGGG! A triple! I'm in a suite that's supposed to be for 4 people (but only 2 people are living in it 🥴) and it's so nice to have your own bathroom!

Fashionably late 😭😭😭 I am painfully on time for things and for my experience parties are not the time for that. Ah hour and a half late sounds good for parties thoooooo

Awwwe. I feel Kiko. I'm not good at parties and leaving early is very nice. 😭

Awwe. My hunch was right. Erin and David cheated together. That's frustrating. Sounds like the party tonight will be rough. 🥺🥺🥺

"Maybe you'll meet someone" 👀👀👀 foreshadowing!

Awwe. So understandable that Nina is in a tough situation and soo understandable that it's isolating for the mc. You do a good job at humanizing Nina as a friend! 🥺

Awwe. The mc feeling jealous of Nina feeling so free for new relationships? Love the tough of angst!

Jin and Bridget no longer there? 👀👀👀

MC refusing to acknowledge how how he dude is. 🤣🤣🤣 Sure jan. Keep talking abt what u refuse to see!

Taehyung trying to flirt thru commenting the MC's hips. 🤣 I love

BLACK WIDOW???? OMGGGG

Licking ones elbow is a great party trick! Excuse me! Jk can show me that!

Taehyung predicting the weather? I'll be curious abt that 👀

Awwe. How kind of Tae to apologize. 🥺

Oooooof. Davis, Erin, and Nina. All in one spot... 😬😬😬

I feel u mc! Screw Davis and Erin! And Nina is being so mean by hanging out with them so and not being understanding. The mc was cheated on! Don't give me an eye roll. Smh

Ohhhh. Taehyung with a hurt ankle on the top of their stairs and Jimin AND Yoongi going to help? Seems like an interesting plot point! 👀

Chapter 1: Interesting Spider Facts || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

//

In which your best friend from home visits you on campus and you fall hard for over Taehyung down some stairs.

Chapter Warnings: language, recreational drinking

Word Count: 5k

      I saw the sun and thought I saw

what was hidden

The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 1 - Interesting Spider Facts

Saturday, November 3rd 

The train comes in with a roar, the force of the air almost making you take a step further back from the tracks. As it slows to a stop, you fix your hair, which got blown all to hell by the train’s passing. 

People start coming down the stairs, making their way slowly towards the parking lot, or towards where you’re standing on the paved trail that leads back to your college campus. You eye each of them, searching for a familiar face. A very specific familiar face. 

You recognize her shirt before she’s close enough for you to see her face; you should - you bought her that shirt last Christmas. You wave an arm as she comes closer, and once she spots you her steps speed up in excitement.

 It’s early November, and your best friend from home is visiting you on campus for the first time ever. It’s your third year, and she’s never come before now – between her own classes, and the distance, it just always worked out better to see each other when you went back to your parents’ house each time campus closed for a break.

You’re happy to see her, of course, but you’re also beyond excited to welcome her into your little world here, to show off the places you like to go, introduce her to the friends you’ve made in your time here.

You hug each other, ignoring her little rolling suitcase on the pavement beside you.

“It’s a bit of a walk back,” you warn her, starting to head back down the trail. “And then we have to sign you in as a visitor at the security place.”

You chat as you walk, and she fills you in on what’s been happening back in your hometown. You kick at small piles of fallen leaves as you walk; autumn is well underway and the trees that line the paved trail are nearly all bare. The crunching beneath your feet is oddly satisfying, and you realize you’ve been tuning Nina out to focus on stepping on crispy looking leaves.

“Sorry, what?” you ask when you notice she’s stopped talking and is looking at you sideways, clearly annoyed.

 “I was saying that Erin told me there’s a party tonight?” she repeats, not hiding her annoyance at all.

Things have been a little weird with you and Nina lately, which is part of why you were excited to have her visit. You were hoping to rekindle how you used to be – you’d been best friends since middle school, with a ton of history between the two of you. You had a lot of love for each other, but things had definitely been strained recently.

It had started back in the spring, when you’d broken up with your last boyfriend, Davis. Your mom always said when it rains, it pours by which she meant bad shit likes to happen all at once. That had been your spring – you’d broken up with Davis, things got weird with Nina, and you’d lost your part-time job at a local bookstore when it went under and had to close.

Always in threes, you noticed.

In the seven months since all of that, you’d gotten mostly back on your feet. You’d dated here and there over the summer, trying to get over Davis. It was… a process. You’d also gotten a new part-time job through school, tutoring. Right now, early in the semester, the students who signed up were doing so voluntarily so the workload was pretty light. You knew, though, that after first semester grades went out you’d be assigned students to tutor if they were on official academic probation. That just left Nina as the final problem to be solved.

And you are doing a crackerjack job of it.

“I just love that you and Erin are so tight,” you mutter.

Nina rolls her eyes at you. “I’m sorry you two have your shit,” she says flatly, sounding not sorry at all, “but I was friends with her before that went down. Anyway, she said there’s a party tonight at -.”

 “I know where it’s at,” you grumble, kicking more leaves. “I was already planning on us going. Not that I want to, now that I know she’s going.”

Nina rolls her eyes even harder, throwing in a dramatic grimace. “You need to move on from that.”

You say nothing, pressing your lips tight together. Conversations with Nina tend to turn into arguments, especially when the topic of Erin and Davis comes up.

“Anyway,” you say finally, after you walk in silence for a few more minutes, “we’re going to the party. My roommates are coming too.”

“Cool,” she chirps, happy again. “I brought like three outfits, you can help me choose. Are we thinking slutty? Classy slutty? Lounge slutty?”

“I’m noticing a theme,” you deadpan, and she laughs. It feels like old times, for a second. “I mean, it’s a frat party. I think you’re safe with any of the above.”

You sign Nina in as an overnight guest at the security station on campus and then lead her to your dorm. The sun is low behind you, despite it being only around 5 pm, as you swipe your school ID card through the card reader to gain access to your building.

“Oh good,” one of your roommates says as you open your door upstairs. “We were about to order pizza.”

You’re in a triple, which means three of you girls in one room; while this is not always ideal, the three of you do get your own bathroom. That makes it worth it, in your opinion. The other suckers have to share with the whole hall.

The roommate you get along with best, Kiko, is sitting on her bed, her laptop open in front of her. Your other roommate, Bridget, is sitting at her desk, leaning forward towards her light-up mirror, eyeliner in hand.

“This is my friend from home, Nina,” you say, gesturing back as Nina comes through the door with her tiny suitcase. “This is Kiko, and Bridget. You can put your stuff by the bottom bunk, it’s mine.”

Nina rolls her suitcase over as you and Kiko begin discussing toppings.

Two hours later, you’re crumpling up an empty pizza box. Behind you, Bridget pours vodka and juice into plastic cups as Kiko fiddles with her Bluetooth speaker to get the pregame tunes started.

“What time do you want to head over?” you ask the room at large. You run a hand through your hair, silently trying to determine if it needs a shampoo before the party.

“Ten? Ten thirty?” Bridget suggests. She’s sort of running the show – the frat guys are her friends, not yours. “Jin told me nine, so I feel like that’s an appropriate level of fashionably late.”

Kiko meets your eyes from her bed and you match her face quickly. Neither of you is huge on the party scene, honestly, and sometimes you both just can’t with Bridget’s nonsense.

“Is the party on campus?” Nina asks, from where she’s laying sideways across your bottom bunk, red solo cup in hand. Her long curls cascade over the side of the bed.

 “No, Seokjin has a place off-campus,” Bridget tells her. “It’s not technically a frat house, but it kind of is.”

Nina looks at you, but it’s Kiko who speaks up to explain. “It’s not an official Greek-life frat house, through the school,” she says. “We have those. But Jin rents this house off campus – he’s had the lease the last two years - and all the guys who room with him are in his frat too.”

“Hopefully one of the younger guys can snag the lease next year,” Bridget muses. “After Jin graduates? I would hate to start having to party on campus again and deal with the fucking Campo.”

“Campus police,” you translate automatically for Nina’s sake.

A little bit later, Kiko makes her way into the bathroom, where you’re pressed up close to the mirror, trying to get your eyeliner even.

“How early am I allowed to bail?” she asks you under her breath.

You laugh a little. Normally you two stick together, and if one of you wants to leave early you go together. You’re not sure you can pull an early disappearing act while Nina’s with you.

“You can bail as soon as you want to,” you tell her seriously. “But I have to stay tonight. You’re on your own.”

 You lower your voice, not wanting to be heard over the music playing out in the room. “And Nina told me that Erin is going, which means Davis is going. If there was ever a night I wanted to bail… believe me… it’s tonight.”

Kiko meets your eyes in the mirror, her mouth making a tiny little frown. “Are you going to be okay?”

Erin, who – yes – has been friends with Nina a long time, is the girl Davis cheated with back in the spring. Well, before that, probably. The spring was just when you found out.

You and Davis had decided to go to the same college back when you were still together, obviously. You regret it big time, now that you have to see him all over campus.

You’re a tiny bit tempted to tell Nina to go to the fucking party without you.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “It’s one night. I’ll just try to stay in a different room than them.”

“Maybe you’ll meet someone,” she says hopefully, leaning against the doorframe behind you. You give up on your eyeliner and untwist the top of your mascara.

“I’d rather not,” you say flatly. “Frankly, everyone on this campus with a penis can go fuck themselves.”

“That is not the right attitude!” Bridget hollers from the other room.

Nina comes to stand next to Kiko. You’re feeling a little trapped, with the two of them blocking the whole door.

“How long are you going to stay on this I hate men crusade?” Nina asks.

You want to point out that she has barely heard your crusading, as it were, since she was decidedly uninterested in listening to you rant back when you’d caught Davis and Erin. You knew she was in an awkward position, being friends with both you and Erin. You understood. But it had sucked anyway, not being able to talk to your best friend as you went through that.

 “Until someone proves to me that I’m wrong,” you say, capping the mascara and taking a step back from the mirror.

“She says that,” Bridget says, coming to join the little party in the doorway, “but watch her tonight. Any guy that tries to talk to her, she’ll castrate. Verbally. You can’t say prove me wrong and then refuse to let anyone try, Y/N.”

“I can and I will,” you say lightly. “Now I need more vodka, so all of you scooch.”

--

It’s about a 20 minute walk to the house, which on a frigid November night is no joke.

“I should have had more to drink,” Kiko says solemnly. “So that I wouldn’t feel the cold.”

 “We’re almost there,” Bridget tells her, pointing. “They’re at the end of that block.”

The music is deafening even from the street outside the house, and you have no idea how they don’t have the police there already. The neighbors must all be deaf… or other college kids. Bridget leads the way, opening the front door. The music goes from deafening to whatever the next step up might be. You resist the urge to cover your ears, but you adjust to it as you follow Bridget through the living room. It’s packed with bodies, but she’s been partying here long enough that she knows her way around.

You’ve been to parties here a handful of times, but not since becoming Bridget’s roommate in September. The fact that she’s friends with these guys is an interesting coincidence. You’re not sure you’ve even ever met Jin, but he and Bridget are on a first-name basis, apparently.

She leads you off to the staircase on the right, and up. It’s quieter upstairs, and she opens the first door in the unlit hallway.

“Coats,” she says, and you all toss your jackets towards the already mountainous pile on top of the bed.

 Downstairs again, you have to fight your way through the packed living room to the kitchen, where the liquor and mixers are lining the countertops. Even though you pregamed, you hardly feel it at all, and you’re perfectly willing when Bridget suggests you all start with a shot.

“The guys are downstairs,” she informs you, after checking her phone. “We should go say hello.”

“Why?” Kiko mutters in your ear, and you smile at her. Nina is looking around eagerly, and for a second you wish you could feel like she does – like everybody you see is a new opportunity, a fresh start, a hopeful possibility. You used to feel that way, before Davis decided you weren’t worth his time, and that you were too stupid to catch him.

After you’ve all mixed yourselves drinks, Bridget leads you back through the jungle in the living room, steering you all left towards a door you’d never know was there. She opens it, and it leads down a dark, narrow staircase.

It’s not quite as loud in the basement, which means you can talk without screaming directly into each other’s ears. There are a few beer pong tables in the middle, and some couches shoved in a U in the back.

 Bridget leads you to the opposite corner behind the pong tables. You recognize a few people in the group that’s crowded together back there – you’ve seen them here at parties, and a few of them around campus.

Bridget squeals and throws her arms around the neck of one of the taller guys, somehow managing not to spill her drink.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she cries, and you fight back an eye roll. You like Bridget, really. She’s just… her.

“Hello yourself,” he tells her, and you wonder if he knows her name or if to him she’s just another cute girl who comes to his parties.

She introduces the rest of you girls, and Jin rattles off the names of the guys around him, but you aren’t listening. You don’t care. You have zero interest in talking to any of these dudes. 

After a few minutes, Nina takes your hand and pulls you to play beer pong with her. You’re not amazing at it – hand-eye coordination was never your forte – but she’s great, and you hold your spot at the table for longer than you thought you would. When you finally lose, you look around the room, searching for your friends. Jin’s crew is still lording over their corner of the basement, but you don’t see Jin himself anymore. You don’t see Bridget either – suspicious – but Kiko is still there, talking to a blond guy, so you head back that way, tugging Nina behind you by her sleeve.

She tugs you back, leaning close to tell you, “I’m going up to make a new drink.”

 “Do you want me to come with you?” you ask, shouting.

She shakes her head, then points questioningly at your cup. You still have half of what you mixed earlier, since you’ve been drinking beer at the pong table for the better part of an hour. You shake your head no, and point at Kiko. “I’ll wait for you with Kiko!” you call to her, and she waves as she heads towards the stairs.

When you reach Jin’s little group and Kiko, she barely turns to acknowledge you, so engrossed in her conversation with the grumpy looking blond.

Well, cool. Now you have no one to talk to until Nina gets back – and knowing Nina, as you have for an entire decade, she’ll probably get swept up in conversation upstairs and never come back for you.

“You need to use your hips more,” a voice says, very close to you, and you startle.

“Excuse me?” you say, raising an eyebrow.

The speaker is most definitely one of Jin’s crew – you recognize him from other parties, and you think you might have shared a class freshman year – but you don’t know his name. He’s tall, practically towering over you (and you’re in heels!), and his dark hair settles in pretty waves just above his eyeline. You determinedly do not notice his jawline, the intensity of his gaze, the sexy cock of his eyebrow. You definitely don’t notice the cute-ass freckle on the end of his nose. Or the one on his bottom lip. You’re not looking at his lips.

You’re not.

Damn. He looks like a god. You hate him immediately.

“When you play pong,” he explains. “You have great hips – use them to box out your opponent.”

You look at him, blown away by the audacity. “Seriously? The first thing you ever say to me in your life, and it’s about my ass?”

He frowns, and you can’t tell if it’s playful or if he means it. “I didn’t say anything about your ass,” he points out.

“Tread carefully, Taehyung,” Bridget says, appearing out of fucking nowhere, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “Y/N doesn’t like to leave survivors these days.”

You give him – Taehyung, apparently - a level stare, hoping he’ll listen and back off. Instead, he licks his lips and then fights a smile as he says, “Is this like a black widow thing? I’m pretty sure they mate first.”

Your jaw drops. “You did not just fucking say that to me,” you say, voice low and dangerous even to your own ears.

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just giving interesting spider facts. No need to get upset.”

“I’m done with this conversation,” you say flatly, and you cut your eyes at him as you turn to go. “Enjoy your night.”

“Wait, are you actually mad?” he asks, suddenly puzzled. Besides him, Bridget laughs, used to the way you chew up and spit guys out lately. “We were just flirting!”

“You might be flirting,” you counter. “Not me. I need to go find my friend.”

“She’s upstairs with her tongue in Hoseok’s mouth,” Bridget tells you, and you very nearly spit your drink all over Taehyung, which honestly would serve him right.

“Sounds like your friend has the right idea,” Taehyung says offhandedly, and you firmly turn your back to him, absolutely over it. He wants you to box out your opponents? You’ll start right now.

Beside you, Kiko tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and smiles shyly, still talking with the same guy. You catch Bridget’s eye and raise your eyebrow. She pulls out her phone and starts tapping away. When you feel your pocket buzz, you know it’s her.

[12:42 AM] Briiiiig: IKR!!!!

[12:43 AM] Briiiiig: that’s jin’s bro yoongi and I have NEVER SEEN HIM CHAT UP A GIRL

[12:43 AM] Briiiiig: THIS IS AMAZING

You smile, and type a message to Kiko - “Get it girl!!!!!!!!!!” You know she won’t see it until later - she’s so into this conversation, she probably doesn’t remember that phones even exist. “This is getting boring,” Bridget says to the group at large. “Does anyone have a party trick to share?”

“I can lick my elbow,” one of the guys, who sports a sleeve of tattoos and a few facial piercings says. The guys all boo him.

“I have a great party trick, but the pay-off is a little delayed,” Taehyung says, very seriously. “I can predict the weather - it’s going to rain like hell tomorrow.”

“My phone knows that trick too,” you say flatly, pulling it out and swiping over to the weather app. “And it says tomorrow will be warm and sunny.”

Taehyung levels a look at you, his earlier playfulness fading. “I’ll put money on it.”

You roll your eyes, over it and him. You choose not to answer, instead eyeing your empty cup. You head upstairs with two missions in mind – one, to detangle Nina from whichever poor soul is Hoseok, and two, to mix a new drink.

Maybe not in that order. You stop in the kitchen, eyeing the different liquors and mixers and trying to decide what sounds good. You’re settling on more vodka and juice when you feel someone come up next to you. You glance over to find Taehyung looking at you, brows furrowed.

“Oh my god,” you utter, completely exasperated. “Why are you following me?”

His frown deepens. “I feel like I actually pissed you off downstairs.”

“You did,” you tell him, eyes wide with disbelief. “So go away, please!”

“No, wait,” he says, reaching out a hand as if that will settle you down. “I wanted to apologize. Sometimes when I drink, dumb shit just comes out of my mouth without my brain’s permission. I wasn’t trying to be… disrespectful, or gross. But I think I was. I’m sorry.”

You hear absolutely none of this. You feel like you have tunnel vision: the whole party shrinking down, the kitchen fading, your pulse roaring in your ears louder than the music, as you spot Davis and Erin out in the living room, laughing with Nina and some skinny guy.

Davis looks great – all tan from playing soccer all summer, probably, his hair a little longer than the last time you saw him. You’re suddenly remembering how it felt to be tucked up against him, his arm around your shoulders, his laugh reverberating against you as you held on tight. But it isn’t you glued to his side, it’s Erin, her arm around his middle as she wobbles on strappy heels. Your heart is hammering in your chest.

“Okay?” Taehyung is asking you as you come back into your body. He’s looking at you intently. You’re suddenly so nauseous that you’re not sure you can make it to a bathroom.

“Sure,” you say, even though you have no idea what he’d been talking about. “Whatever. I need some air.”

You have to pass Davis, Erin, and Nina in order to get outside, but there’s nothing you can do about that. You walk quickly, eyes on the ground, shouldering people out of the way as you head for the front door.

You’re better the instant you pull your first drag of cold November air into your lungs. You take the stone steps slowly, stopping at the bottom and dropping to sit on the final stair. You rest your elbows on your knees and press your forehead into your hands, eyes screwed shut, trying to just breathe and steady yourself. Fucking Davis and fucking Erin and fucking disloyal Nina.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out, starting to feel the cold night air on your bare fingers.

[1:24 AM] Nina 💕: did u just go outside?

[1:24 AM] Nina💕: girl it’s cold! come back in

[1:25 AM] You: let me know when ur done talking to that piece of garbage and I’ll consider it

[1:27 AM] Nina💕: 🙄 

You don’t answer this one. You’re calmer now, the quiet and the cold air doing wonders for your nerves. You lean back against the steps, feeling the cold seep in through your jeans, your fingers starting to sting. The clouds that pressed down on you and Nina earlier in the day as you’d walked the paved trail are gone now, and you can see stars clear and bright. You make out a few constellations idly, and hunt for the moon, which is hanging barely above the treeline. It’s a sliver tonight, barely there at all.

You wish you could talk to someone - anyone - about Davis. If you were about two shots drunker and another girl had come out here, you’d probably tell the whole damn story. Kiko would listen, you’re sure, but you hate unloading on her - especially because she isn’t a big sharer herself. You don’t like that it feels one-sided when you open up. Bridget would care, in a very Bridget way, but it would undoubtedly end in advice that had to do with getting someone else’s dick, and you just aren’t there right now. And Nina… well, Nina is inside laughing it up with the asshole in question, so there goes that.

You’re starting to wish you’d brought your coat. Once you’re cold enough you rise, heading back up the way you came.

Luckily, the group you had to pass on your way out have either disbanded or relocated, because you make it through the living room without seeing anyone you recognize. You make your way back to the basement door, ready to navigate the dark stairs.

Halfway down the stairs, you hit something solid and lose your balance completely, letting out a shriek. You tumble sideways, around the obstruction, and a hand closes roughly around your elbow, pulling you back. The sudden change of direction stops you from careening further down the steps, but it also jerks your cup out of your hand, and it splashes as it bounces down the steps. You twist, off-balance, and land on your ass two stairs down from where you tripped. You’re shocked that you didn’t break a heel… or a bone. The hand is still tight on your elbow, stopping you from sliding any further.

For a minute, you just sit there in shock, trying to figure out what happened.

“Ow,” you say finally, once you’re sure you aren’t going to fall down more stairs. “What the fuck.”

“You’re welcome,” a voice says, low, and of course it’s fucking Taehyung.

“Why are you sitting on the stairs in the dark?” you hiss, completely losing your shit. “I almost died!”

“I missed a step and hurt my ankle,” he says, voice still low. “I tried to warn you I was here – I guess you didn’t hear me.”

“I guess I didn’t,” you echo. His hand is still on your elbow, holding tight, as if you might still slide down the rest of the stairs. It’s too dark on the staircase to see his face clearly. Now you feel kind of like a jerk. You didn’t know he was hurt, you just thought he picked a bad spot to hang out. “I didn’t kick you or anything, did I?”

“No,” he says. “Are you okay?”

When you tell him you are, he finally lets go of your elbow, his fingers brushing the top of your arm lightly as it falls away from his grasp. You stare at each other in silence through the dark.

“Thanks for the save,” you say, feeling a little awkward. You’ve been pretty mean to him tonight, and you are fully aware of it. “Quick reflexes.”

You get to your feet unsteadily, eyeing your spilled drink on the steps below you. “How hurt are you?” you ask. “Can you make it down?”

He’s quiet for a second, and you actually feel a twinge of concern. Gross.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, voice laced with defeat. “Do you mind going downstairs and getting Jimin? Please?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I can do that.”

You make your way down the rest of the stairs, casting a glance over your shoulder at the bottom. You can barely make out his form, halfway up, a shadow just barely moving against the dark.

You approach Bridget and Jin, who are still talking with the same group of guys. No Nina in sight.

“Hey,” you say to Jin. “I’m looking for Jimin?”

“That’s me,” a guy to your left says, looking at you quizzically.

“Taehyung asked me to get you,” you explain, turning to him. “He’s sitting on the stairs back there, trying to trip people in the dark. He says he hurt his ankle.”

“Oh shit,” Jimin says, immediately putting his cup down on a nearby table and hurrying towards the stairs. The guy that Kiko’s been talking to all night – Yoongi – follows him at a clip. This seems like a bit of an over-reaction to you, but it isn’t your problem. You did what you were asked, and now you’re off the hook.

Kiko turns to you, face flushed, clearly fighting a smile. “Hi,” she says sheepishly. “How’s your night going?”

You laugh. “Not as good as yours, apparently,” you tease. “I can’t wait to hear about it later. Has anyone seen Nina? She was upstairs before, but I lost her.”

Bridget says, “She’s probably still with Hoseok somewhere. Hey, the couches are empty, anyone want to play Kings?”

Nina shows up a little bit later, the aforementioned Hoseok nowhere to be seen. She perches on the arm of the couch near you, watching as you all finish the round.

“Want to go soon?” she asks. “It’s almost three.”

“Sure,” you say easily. “Kiko? Bridg? You feel like heading back?”

Bridget isn’t thrilled, but she’s outvoted three-to-one, so you all head upstairs to find your coats and start the walk back. You don’t see any of the guys upstairs, or your ex. Thank goodness. 

Back at the dorm, the four of you vie for mirror space as you scrub your faces with makeup remover. Kiko’s done first, slipping under her comforter and letting out a series of happy noises. Bridget climbs to her top bunk, and Nina slides into the bottom bunk that belongs to you. You rummage in the mini-fridge and pass everyone a cold water bottle before turning the overhead lights off. Bridget turns an old, nostalgic cartoon movie on the tv as you slide into bed besides Nina.

 You drink sips of water, sort of watching the movie through half-closed eyes. You fall asleep, feet tangled with your best friend’s as they have been thousands of times since your childhood, before the opening credits can even finish.

Next

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅

Miss Manager is Poly

Shiratorizawa x Female manager

Warnings: polyship, Swearing, kissing

AN: This is an Anon request!

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Ok YN calm down

*breathe 1, 2, 3, 4*

I know it's overwhelming ✋🏻 I mean look at them

Here, I'll help 👇🏻

I know it's the same gif as above 💅🏼 but I don't hear any complaints 😏

Please these boys would make anyone panic

And being Poly 😳 well let's just say your doomed YN

Fare thee well YN, you will be missed 😢

Honestly, they are all so cute!

Yes even Goshiki with his bowl cut

And also Shirabu with his bowl cut/undercut thing

The point is, they are all level 10 🔥

Just being around them makes you malfunction

So when you are approached by Yamagata and Reon to be the teams manager

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 huh-

"Yn we need a manager and we think you'd be perfect"- Yamagata 😏

It's almost like he's knows or something 🙃

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 sure-

And thus it begins 🙌🏻

At first you are a bit like Yachi

Extremely nervous 😓

But not because like you're scared

Oh no no, because these guys like your insides melt 🥴

Please anytime one, let alone TWO of them approach you

YN.exe has officially stopped functioning

"Hey YN can you fill my waterbottle"- Semi

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 yeah-

"Hey YN can you get the mop?"- Reon

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 on it-

"Hey YN can you iron our shirts?"- Yamagata, Tendou and Semi removing their shirts

You 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 absolutely

Please they are so pretty I can't 😭

After practice, Kawanishi approaches you and all but Kabedon's you against the wall

"Can I help you Kawanishi?"- You, panicking

Yamagata comes along the otherside, doing the same thing

"Oh my-" YN double panicking

Shurabu then comes in front and you are all but out of panic 😳

The domain known as YN LN no longer exists

It was nice knowing you YN, RIP 🙏🏻

Still, no matter what, you could never ever choose one of them

You wouldn't be complete without your boys

And surprisingly, they know that

But you don't know that they know that 🤨

Until one day, it becomes crystal clear

Inter-highs 🙌🏻

The place known for its chaotic energy and endless volleyball fanatics!

Now I know what your thinking, and imma switch it up 😏

Yes yes I KNOW what I said

"If I dOnT iNcLuDe OiKaWa blah blah blah"

But here me out ✋🏻

How about we include the lost Miya Triplet instead

A little Terushima action if you will

Maybe with a dose of Johzenji added in 🙃

Since Atsumu is season 4's Oikawa and Terushima is the lost Miya Triplet, I'm technically including Oikawa

In like a weird roundabout way 🤨 but nevermind

The fact that you have a crush on all your boys makes them so protective of you

I meam they would be regardless but oof are they ever now

No way are they going to let you out of their sights EVER

Unfortunately for them, it happens anyways

You are packing up to leave when Goshiki realizes he forgot his knee pads

"I'll get them!"- You, managing to string more than 2 words together

"Thanks YN!"- Goshiki smiling and you dying 😫

You run back into the gym, locate the knee pads and head out

Too bad you are stopped short by the Wall of Johzenji 🧱

"Well hey there cutie! Hey you're from Shiratorizawa aren't you? I saw you earlier and I've got to say you are one of the best looking managers here"- Terushima, laying it on THICCC with 3cs

"Umm hi- yeah I am but I have to go now so if you'll excuse me"- you trying to hurry to your boys

"Hey what's the rush? I'd like to get to know yiu? Maybe grab your number?"- Terushima

Back Miya #3 back you menace 🤺

"Umm I really have to go now-" you trying to sneak by only to be Kabedon'd by Terushima and the rest of Johzenji

Now, I'm not complaining ✋🏻

And I doubt you are either

You are literally living the dream Yn don't fight it

"I uhh I really have to-" "HEY BACK OFF-"

Tendou, Yamagata, Reon, Semi, Ushijima, Kawanishi, Shirabu AND Goshiki approach

"Didn't you hear? I said back off our girl"- Kawanishi, shoving Terushima

Please he's a brawler we all know it 🤗

"Are you ok YN?"- Yamagata grabbing your hand and pulling you close

"Yeah they didn't hurt you did they?"- Reon pushing your hair behind your ears 😫😫😫

"How dare you touch our YN"- Ushijima 😠

Please he's so angry

"You wanna rumble?"- Tendou, now bouncing up and down

Semi pulls you close and kisses your forehead, placing his hands on your cheeks

"Our sweet girl, just say the word and we will take care of it"- Semi

JDUCBWJFNJSNDJEH THE WRITER OF THIS FIC HAS STOPPED FUNCTIONING 😱

"I'm ok-" you smiling at semi and your boys 🥺

"Touch her again and you'll be sorry"- Shirabu

Terushima and Johzenji are just standing there scowling

When you walk out, you hug and give each of your boys a kith 🥰

It's like they know 😭

"Yn we'd never ask you to pick between us"- Yamagata

"Yeah, we all care very much about you"- Goshiki

Please, say less 🥲

YN you are the luckiest bitch istg-

[catboys-need-milk]

Ms ma'am, I NEED asmo and levi lactation kink headcanons PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES! I can't think of anything for asmo myself but like.... Just take a moment to think about Levi just had a really bad game that he lost massively. He needs comfort, he needs to find solace latched onto your breast. He comes to your room and finds you playing a game on your phone. You put it down to pay attention to him but he's so shy! His face is so red, he's trying to ask you for some of your sweet milk, yet all he's doing is stumbling over his words like a poor bumbling fool! But you see the slightly sad look on his face, you already know what he wants. So you simply beckon for him to come over, and he just shuffles over a little awkwardly, so flustered to be doing such a thing in the first place. You scoot over so that he can lay down with you, his face unimaginably close to your tits. You lift your shirt for him and all embarrassment dissipates into thin air. He immediately goes for your nipple, and begins to suckle. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You pet his hair gently as he drinks. You know how hard it is for him when he loses a game, especially when he comes to you for comfort. So you bask in the quietness, the only sound being his sucking. You'll stay with him like this for as long as he likes.

*stumbles over and fucking dies* heLLO ANON ALLOW ME TO COMPOSE MYSELF 🥴♡♡♡♡

Omg omg omg ok I have SEVERAL things to say about this

1. Hunnnghhhghggigidjxhxhchchch damn ok that made me feel all horny and soft??? 🥵 Fuckfuckfuck...omg.....Levi....sweet boy.....I love how embarrassed he gets its so cute and hot...fuck ^_^' ♡♡♡♡

2. Also Im guessing you've seen my Lucifer headcanons? Well so in there when I listed the brothers who like being fed I didn't include Levi—and tbh I've really been regretting that recently because yeah, I think he definitely would~ 😅 So I think I'll probably go back and add him to that list.

3. Dont worry their headcanons are coming!! ♡ I just take forever to do them because I'm super picky and really try to think up ideas that make sense for the character while also being different from the rest. Like I think every character should connect, experience, and engage in the kink all in their own unique ways. It keeps things from feeling repetitive as well as adding an element of believability to the headcanons and I really like that personally ♡ But Im thinking I'm gonna have Asmo be really playful with it and share you with Solomon, and then for Levi I'm going to incorporate his tongue, tail, and some cosplay~. OH and I still have to do Satan's too!!! I did other headcanons for him a while back but I still need like a standard lactation kink headcanon list for him 😅

4. In the meantime though!!! I have something in my drafts that I've been meaning to finish for a long while, and that you'd probably be very interested in 👀 its basically a longer drabble/fic where he's dressed as a cute nekomaid and trying to suckle from you with his freaky demon tongue. I was gonna try and finish it this week! ^_^

WOW SORRY THIS WAS LONG WTF but thanks for the ask!! ♡♡ Honestly I guess I kinda needed this?? Because my heart wanted to make Levi a lil' milk hungry otaku but I kept going like "aw nah dude I can't retcon myself". But uhhhh yeah I think you broke that so thank you 😅🥵🥵 ♡

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[metalbuckaroo]

Hey, it’s your favorite @commonintrest here!

Dee I fucking loved your new piece!!

(Part 2 maybe? Where he actually breaks your back like a glow stick)

SUMMARY// Bucky gives you a very detailed description of what he was thinking of while zoned out. (Part two to this drabble)

WARNINGS// smut, oral (implied m and f), implied Overstimulation, fingers around throat (not exactly choking but y'know), cursing, fluff

AU// Bucky Barnes x f!reader

NOTE// honestly, this was suppose to be a short filthy drabble that was porn without plot, but I got a lil carried away and added some fluff in there 🥴🥴 also, my first thought when I saw 'actually breaks your back like a glow stick' was bucky quite literally snapping you in half 😂

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"Can I talk to you for a minute, darling?"

Who knew that one sentence would lead to so much- besides Sam who had left the moment you walked with Bucky down your hallway.

Bucky wasn't even sure where it would lead, until your lips collided with his after his detailed and breathless confession. Just as soft as he imagined they would be as his hands slipped down to grip your ass, but not lasting as long as he'd hoped when you pulled away.

His breath stuttered when your fingers worked at his belt, muttering that you didn't have to he just- "needed you to know"

But, the sound he made when your lips wrapped around his bulbous head fueled the fire burning in your core. It was nearly pornographic and needy. The image of him leaned against the wood of your bedroom door, darken blues staring down at you with such want and lust burning into your brain as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

You were almost certain you'd be able to feel him at the back of your throat for days. His cock throbbing against your tongue, metal and flesh hands holding the back of your head as he repeated 'so good, s'fucking good' again and again like a prayer until he spilled into your mouth. Promising he'd last longer as you stood again, tasting himself on your lips when they locked with his.

Bucky made sure to stick with what he had thought of in his daydream, lips and teeth tracing your bare skin. Warm tongue twisting between your folds as he pulled you apart until your lungs were burning and chest heaved. Your fingers locked onto his silky locks, pulling and scratching at his scalp.

Grounding you with gentle bite marks to the insides of your thighs as your body calmed down from another countless high before nosing the valley of your breasts.

Your hand reached down between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his erection as he left wet kisses to your chest. "Need you,"

His right hand was a little shaky as he replace your hand with his own, biting down on his bottom lip- trying to remember the last time he'd had pleasure from anything other than his own fist before you.

"Turn over, sweetheart." Bucky rasped, watching as you turned to your stomach and moved onto your hands and knees. Heart pounding in your chest when his hand pressed your back into an arch. Swollen tip gliding through your folds before easing into you.

"Oh, fuck-" Bucky choked out, holding your hips back against him when you tried to wiggle them. "Need it, Buck." You whined. A flutter of your walls snapping the last bit of control he had as he pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips forward. Causing you to cry out and fall to your forearms, head going dizzy from the fullness.

He could barely focus, lost in the feel of how tight and warm you were, stretched perfectly around him as his hips slammed against yours. Wanton sounds falling from your lips as he guided you to meet his punishing pace.

Bucky had a worried feeling bubbling in his chest when your moans turned to stuttered gasps, hands grasping the sheet under you.

Worrying he was being too rough, he curled his arm around your chest. Your spine bent in an uncomfortable position as his thrusts slowed and he bent down.

"You ok? Do I need to slow down?" He panted, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't. Keep going-" you whimpered, rocking your hips back against him slightly to push him deeper.

Nodding, he leaned up again. Metal hand pressing between your shoulder blades to urge your chest down. Lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hands against the mattress as he returned to the relentless pace. Fucking you further into the pillows as you keened, the tightening in your lower belly suddenly snapping with a tilt of his hips.

Bucky groaned at the broken chant of his name rolling off of your tongue, a soft whimper passing your lips when he pulled out. Having you turn onto your back again.

"Wanna see you, baby." He huffed, catching your lips in his as he slipped back in. Metal hand pinning one of your hands to the mattress again, warm right lifting to gently wrap his fingers around the base of your throat. Teeth and tongues clashing together with the vigorous pace, moans and breaths mixing in the hungry kiss.

You couldn't think straight- mind fogging over, only able to focus in on how Bucky looked and felt. So strong, needy. His face flush and hair a tousled mess, jaw slack as he pumped into you; trying to relieve the overwhelming twist in his abdomen.

Your free arm went around his shoulders as tears prickled your lashline. White hot pleasure surging your body as your head tipped back against the pillows. Giving Bucky full access to the column of your neck.

His teeth grazing the skin and heavy body pushing you deeper into the mattress of hot spurts of his release coated your walls. Grinding into you to ride the aftershocks with shaky moans.

You sighed happily; mind swimming, body fuzzy and exhausted as Bucky's lips brushed against your shoulder. His hands letting go of you to glide along your sides, stomachs brushing with each heavy breath.

"Are you alright? Need anything?" He asked softly, barely audible over the dull ringing in your ears. "Hm, tired." You hummed, letting your heavy lids close. "Want me to go, so you can sleep?"

Bucky went to move away from you and you held his muscular back. "No, stay." You mumbled, hearing him whisper an 'okay' as he slipped out of you. Hissing lightly from the loss of contact.

Shuffling around on the bed, you settled under the blankets. Bucky standing nervously at the side. "C'mon, I'm tired." You sighed, reaching a hand out towards him. "Y-yeah, okay." He nodded, slipping under the blanket with you.

"You sure about this?" He said with a light laugh. "Just hold me, please." You exhaled, moving closer to his chest to wrap an arm around him.

Bucky watched as you slept for a moment. Head laid against a pillow his bionic arm was under, arm draped over his waist and leg hooked over his. Wondering how that one sentence and a bold confession led to having his arm around you, fingers tracing the length of your spine.

Placing a kiss to your forehead, he gently leaned his chin on the top of your head. Warmth blooming in his chest when you cuddled in closer to his chest as he let himself finally fall asleep.

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Bucky woke up with his face pressed into one of your plush pillows, arm reaching to search for you in the empty spot that was still warm.

"Where'd you go?" He murmured into the pillow before lifting his head to look around the room. The smell of coffee filling his nose.

Moving to sit on the edge of your bed, he bent down to grab his briefs. Pulling them on and leaving the room.

Bucky stopped in the doorway of your kitchen when he saw you reaching into one of the cabinets. The hem of his shirt lifting to show you weren't wearing underwear underneath.

"Coffee?" You smiled, taking a second mug out as he stood behind you. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek as you filled the two mugs. "How do you feel?"

"Little wobbly, but great. Did you sleep alright?"

"Amazing, actually. Can't remember the last time I slept that well- or had sex for that matter." Bucky chuckled as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck. "I'm glad, Buck. Wanna help me make some breakfast?"

"Of course, babygirl." He smiled, pecking a kiss to your lips. "Maybe you can stay again? Felt nice having you here."

"Felt nice being here." His hands slipped under his shirt you wore, eyebrows furrowing when you winced slightly. "What's wrong?" He asked, lifting the hem to look at your hip. His heart twisting when he saw the bruises his fingers caused on your skin.

"It's fine, Buck." You shrugged, kissing where his eyebrows creased together. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to squeeze that hard." He sighed, tracing over them. "Can I make it up to you somehow?"

"I have a couple ideas on the how." Bucky's eyebrows raised at the mischievous grin on your face as your hands slipped down his chest and abdomen. Stopping on his hipbones. "You gonna sneak out of bed on me, again?"

Hooking your fingers in the waistband of his briefs, you laughed lightly. "Who said anything about a bed?"

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