#we love a man who repays a favor

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mclaren radio: finish IN THIS ORDER. FINISH IN THIS ORDER.

ln4: eat shit and die

[popponn]

idk if you accept requests but i badly want to read the blue lock boys with the orange peel theory going around on tiktok 🥹

notes: anon, i was in a slump and then you come with this, please know i cant get it out of my mine for 2 whole nights. so, please have this, i hope u will enjoy it & your fave is there. also shoutout to @doobea for helping me with rin & barou esp <3 aso for standing my yappings. warning: none, post canon au in mind, reader's gender unspecified.

character: isagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, barou + bonus

isagi

sweet boy will do it with a smile. is not the tidiest but you can now eat your orange while sharing with him. has a vibe that he is sort of used to doing this somehow. a total win still. if you do the same for him he will get flustered. also asking this is one of the quickest ways to get mr. egoist switches to mr. sweetheart boyfriend.

“Eh, why are peeling one too? I already… for me…?…I, uh—I see. Thanks… I—I am… give me a second.”

kaiser

you are the one who will peel for him—unless you throw a fuss and give him a silent treatment because this guy's pride is no joke. he can, he just doesn't want to. but to appease you and gain back his rightful spoiling, he will. afterward, at least, he learns his lesson and when you are about to peel one yourself, will take it and peel it beautifully for you like a second nature.

“…the fuck are you staring at? Just take it. You are about to eat it anyway, right? Then what's the big deal?”

bachira

yes, he will no question asked but is it worth it. probably will make a mess out of his energy. you will be laughing along with him somehow though so it is worth it. having the sunshine doing anything in front of you is a guaranteed smile-inducing routine. as for the orange, please do switch to other alternatives, for example: kisses, as suggested by him.

“Isn't this better than orange? Huum, huum! More healthy, sweeter too, right? Another one?”

chigiri

depending on his mood, you will either get a very cute orange peel or a half-peeled orange (at best) you have to finish peeling yourself. on the former, you get a smug bf who will feed you like it's a pocky stick. on the latter, you better be the one feeding him while hugging and cuddling him. multitask somehow. also, give him kisses because he is called a ‘princess’ for a reason.

“Ah, being in your arms being fed like this… yeah, yeah. I know don't worry. I will repay the favor.”

nagi

realistically, you will be the one peeling it for him and forcing him to eat one. because why would he even touch one? he is too lazy for that, nothing personal. but, let's say he really, really loves you: he still won't, he will just give you orange-flavored jelly in replacement. it does come from a place of love though, he genuinely thinks it's less troublesome to eat and, hence: better.

“Eating that is troublesome. It taste the same too. We can also do it while kissing. Mouth to mouth. Better right?”

reo

normally, will get a servant to peel it for you and him. though: can he do it? will he do it if it must be him? no question asked, absolutely will, all while chatting and staring at you with so much love. totally mr. k-drama male lead. you and your premium orange are in good hands.

“Oh, man, you are sometimes really …huh? Nah, I mean, I like doing this. It's just now I feel like I have to do this every time, so… yeah.”

rin

the first time, he will click his tongue and mess up. he will crush the orange. better never speak of it again, just know he loves you wholly despite everything. then a week passes and suddenly you will get a professional competitive orange peeler part-timer. without asking. just eat your orange. unless you are sick of it or it makes you actually sick.

“Did the orange taste good? … good. Nothing. You just look… nevermind. Do you want another one?”

sae

will he or will you. realistically, no? there are two possible reasons: 1) he can't. his whole stat is in soccer. 2) “you can't?” aka is it worth it getting judged by him. in case #2 though, just act cute and aim for his soft spot for you, he will fold and peel it with you pressed to his arm. he will grumble or glare but that's just itoshi-esque tsundere.

“You can't do something like this yourself? This will be the only time I’m doing this… Also who told you to move away?”

barou

our king. will peel the skin and the white fiber for you. tidy peels and if you know your way around his heart—you do just smile or blink and he is gone—he will also feed you. 10/10 execution no notes. probably will do this in kotatsu, dinner tables, and other domestic settings that are not bed while being a tsundere.

“I’m doing this just so you don't make a mess, got it? Also, scoot closer, your leg is kicking me—what do you mean I’m lying?!”

bonus

kunigami will, both before and after wc because you are his world. the difference would be in his expression only and there is that because his love for you would never change. shidou will but genuinely, please just peel it yourself. aiku will, not without teasing you though. gagamaru will either will or teach you how to eat the skin too. zantetsu wants to do it, but it will be really messy so please just don't. hiori will do it like a sweet boy, but if he is in his sadistic mood he will tease you for a bit before finally feeding you.

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

The Tragedy of Qijiu; Analysis

aka: reason why Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu make me ugly sob

1. the things left unsaid

the most poignant part of the novel for this ship is this line: "Too late. It was already too late! Shen Jiu was no longer here. He would never again be able to hear Yue Qingyuan’s words, never ever.”

and again, in the character notes: "He (sy) is no longer the intended recipient of this favor. Yue Qingyuan will have to find his own closure, as the person he looks for behind the new Shen Qingqiu’s eyes will no longer return.”

READ THAT SHIT. READ IT. ISNT IT TRAGIC???

ygy and sj spent their whole lives since they were little kids with unspoken words between them, longing glances, misunderstandings and hidden affections. you know who else does that? THE MAIN COUPLE OF SCUMS VILLAIN: luo binghe and shen yuan.


EXCEPT

we get to watch them fix their misunderstanding. we get to watch binghe realize he was never hated for his heritage. we get to watch shen yuan realize he is saved from retribution for sins he never committed. this is a privilege qijiu never gets.

the worst part? they almost get it.

because yue qingyuan does, in (what he believes are) his final moments, try to communicate. it's the beautiful cliche "im dying so ill tell you everything" except its not beautiful because the person he needs to tell is GONE. he was gone the whole time and YUE QINGYUAN DOESNT EVEN KNOW:

2. YUE QINGYUAN'S SOULMATE IS DEAD AND HE DOESNT KNOW

is that not like INSANE???

like yeah, the person you love dying is tragic. but its even more tragic that they were so distant he cannot even tell shen jiu and shen yuan apart. he will never know his beloved is gone from the world; he is not even awarded the privilege to mourn

and he can NEVER know. sy is literally prohibited by the system from telling him. so happens is:

3. YUE QINGYUAN MUST FALSELY BELIEVE HIS SOULMATE REJECTED HIM FOR ANOTHER GUY

+

4. yue qingyuan fails shen jiu at each and every opportunity

can you IMAGINE? he got into cultivation to save his xiao jiu from the qiu manor. he failed. he became the leader of the sect to be a man shen jiu could one day respect. shen never respects him (even shen yuan canonically is like "dude wtf? this is the sect leader; shen jiu treats him so disrespectfullt?") . yue qingyuan tries to protect shen jiu from luo binghe - fails. tried to save him after receiving his two legs in the mail but failed and died trying. tries to save shen yuan - shows up too late and shen yuan gets poisoned without a cure. tries to take on debt for shen yuan - shen yuan wins the spirit stones. tries to fight mobei jun - fails and shen jiu falls into depression because he lost binghe due to his failure. tried to lock up a heavenly demon - succeeded! but that ultimately led to the birth of the even stronger heavenly demon who goes on to torture his beloved for a decade.

yue qingyuan is a man in power without the power to succeed at the one thing he needs to.

conversely, shen jiu, a little slave with no name or power changed his live. when yqy needed him, shen jiu selflessly stepped in danger's way and saved him successfully. yqy never repays his debt even though he tries so hard.

and then his xiao jiu falls in love with the young demon boy who wreaks havoc and kidnaps him and kinda treats him like shit. he fails at earning shen jiu's love too.

5. yue qingyuan never finds out that shen jiu loved him.

shen yuan likely believed yue qingyuan abhorred him. what shen yuan feels for yue qingyuan is likely a mix of "you betrayed me so i must hate you + you hate me so in return i must hate you. but in reality if you were to look close i dont hate you at all. but ill act like i do because i must hate you."

yue qingyuan though? there was no question. his feelings for shen jiu were always love and shen jiu will never know that, so there will never be a chance for shen jiu to change his mind, to not think "you do not hate me so i do not have to hate you, you love me so i can love you"

this kinda ties into the "words left unsaid" point EXCEPT at least shen jiu gets one time where he finds out how yqy feels. yqy never ever in any universe finds out. he thinks shen jiu is determined to never call him qi-ge again.

6. but even when shen jiu gets to find out yue qingyuan loves him, it is the most tragic way of doing so

i want you to imagine:

you love this person. you trusted them and they betrayed you. you hate that they make you feel weak so you place distance between you two. they look down on you so you respond in turn, with harsh words and harsher actions.

and then they die a horrific death- stabbed by ten thousand arrows- to come save you.

you realize they never meant to betray you, never looked down on you.

you were so mean and distant for nothing.

you cannot say sorry. they are dead. it is your fault.

shen jiu so eagerly wrote that letter to yqy, not because he wanted to escape torture but because he was so confident yqy wouldnt come.

he didnt come last time, so why did he come now!?

EXTRA

they are the epitome of the childhood friends to lovers & "i loved you all along" trope. they have seen each other in every stage of their loves and still, in their convoluted way, loved each other even with all the tension between them

golden retriever x black cat

yue qingyuan totally spoils shen qingqiu. if he tolerates that level of disrespect? yk damn well qing jing peak is never short of funding

shen jiu really is in desperate need of being loved. he like, is a character that claims he doesnt care to be liked but we all know its human nature to want to be appreciated and loved. "i dont need you to love me" "i love you" "oh"

the potential for a: "i dont need your pity" "its not pity i just care about you" or a "why do you even care?" "because i love you" or a (as catra and adora say) "i know you all hate me!" "i never hated you" dialogue drop

the potential for a deku -> izuku moment. i mean yue qingyuan literally canonically foreshadows it: "are you so determined to never call me qi-ge again?"

misunderstood x "i see past your mask" (ive written more about this dynamic in my lynaether post tumblr wont let me link but the in summary: blablabla human desire to be understood and human tendency to self sabotage and hide your flaws yada yada "i hold the ugliest parts of you up to the lie and dont even flinch")

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Underworld Insomnia || 3 - B. Barnes

Character : Bucky × Psychiatrist Female!Reader

Summary: As a ruthless contract killer, Bucky is feared in the underworld of criminals. His opponents freeze when they see him, as he is feared among them. However, they don't know that he could be warm to only one person: his psychiatrist. The only person who could make him fall asleep.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 ,-

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Upon hearing your plea and witnessing your disheveled appearance, Bucky feels a surge of determination. After all, you had helped him with his sleeping troubles, and now it's his turn to repay the favor. "Let's go back to somewhere safe," he suggests, his voice steady and reassuring.

A glimmer of hope flickers in your eyes at Bucky's offer of assistance. With a grateful nod, you gather Conroy into your arms once more, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

As you start to move, Conroy's voice breaks the silence with a whisper, "Are we going to run again?"

You pause, glancing down at Conroy with a reassuring smile. "No," you reply softly, your voice filled with determination. "I think we will stay safe for a while."

Arriving at Bucky's house, Conroy's eyes widen in awe as he takes in the grandeur of the surroundings. "Wow, you're rich," he exclaims, unable to hide his admiration.

Bucky can't help but scoff at the comment, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Finally, he feels a sense of accomplishment at being able to impress the young boy, even for a moment.

At that moment, Bucky had assumed Conroy was just a curious kid, until he made another astute observation.

Conroy adjusts his glasses and remarks, "There's no female trace in this place. It looks so empty, which means this must be one of your hidden houses."

Bucky's eyebrows raise in surprise at Conroy's insight. "You hit the nail on the head," he acknowledges, impressed by the boy's perceptiveness.

Bucky begins to piece together the situation. He realizes that you and Conroy must be hiding, especially considering the recent danger you faced. Given the risk of the masked man finding your address, you would unlikely return to your place. Although Bucky doesn't fully trust you, he sees no harm in offering one of his safehouses as a temporary refuge.

When you heard that, you felt relieved. If this place is one of Bucky's hidden houses, it means it's likely off the radar of the group of people who chased you and Conroy.

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr.Barnes," you express gratefully, feeling a sense of gratitude toward him.

Bucky chuckles softly. "Call me Bucky. I feel old every time you call me 'Mr.'"

Before you can reply, Conroy interjects with his typical bluntness. "But you are old."

Bucky grits his teeth and playfully ruffles Conroy's hair. "Go to sleep," he commands, trying to distract the boy.

Conroy protests, "I can't. I'm hungry!" His complaint is cut short when you offer him a piece of chicken. Before returning, Bucky had kindly bought dinner from a fast-food chain restaurant.

As Conroy takes a bite of the seasoned fried chicken, his eyes widen in delight. "Yum! This is the most delicious food I've ever eaten! It's even better than the food in the lab."

Bucky raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Conroy's mention of a lab. What does it mean? Is this the first time the kid has tasted fried chicken?

"I think it's time for me to explain," you suggest, sensing Bucky's curiosity and realizing it's time to share more about your situation with him.

You and Bucky converse in the living room while Conroy enjoys his food, appearing like any other child his age in moments like these.

Seated in different chairs facing each other, you begin, "Conroy is a special kid."

Bucky nods in agreement, recognizing the uniqueness of the situation.

You continue, "He grew up in a lab where all the best scientists gather. His mother is my sister, who is also a scientist."

Memories flood back to you, vividly recalling the day when your sister, weak but beaming with happiness, handed you Conroy. "He's your nephew," she said gently, sealing your bond. Since that day, you promised to protect Conroy.

"The reason why we're hiding is because of the Hercules project," you explain further.

Bucky listens intently, intrigued by the unfamiliar name.

"Hercules is the name of the drugs," you elaborate. "It's designed to make soldiers stronger, undefeatable, with accelerated wound healing, enhanced eyesight, and heightened hearing senses."

"Sounds promising," Bucky comments "What does this have to do with Conroy?"

You close your eyes, remembering the horrors of that terrible night. The day you lost your sister, along with the lab. "The drugs caused people to go insane. Blood poured from their eyes and ears, and they would harm themselves."

Bucky's expression darkens as he absorbs the gravity of the situation.

"The worst part," you continue grimly, "is that the lab wants to mass-produce the drugs for regular people, particularly those who enjoy working out. Just imagine the potential side effects."

Bucky's brow furrows in confusion. "Still, I just can't connect the situation with Conroy," he admits, struggling to understand the full extent of Conroy's involvement.

As you explain further, you clench your fist tightly, the tension evident in your voice. "The only person who could recreated the drugs is my sister. Conroy has an amazing memory. Before my sister died, she made sure he remembered the Hercules drug formula, the calculations, and the side-effects. But what truly made him a target is that he memorized the names of the victims."

Bucky is taken aback by this revelation, his expression mirroring his disbelief. "A 4-year-old understands something so gruesome?" he murmurs, his voice laced with incredulity.

You nod solemnly. "Yes. And that's why we're hiding."

"The people who chase us," you continue, your voice trembling with emotion, "on the day my sister destroyed the drugs, they destroyed the lab. Everything they built turned to ash. And everyone in it, including my sister." A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the horrifying events.

"If they catch Conroy," you whisper, your hands trembling as you clasp them together, "they will torture him, force him to reveal the Hercules drug formula. And after that..." You trail off, unable to voice the unspeakable horrors that may await Conroy if he were to fall into the wrong hands.

Tears well up in your eyes as you speak, the weight of the situation bearing down on you with crushing force. "I pray to God every day," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, "that nothing bad happens to Conroy."

Bucky feels a surge of empathy as he listens to your story. If he had a family like yours, he knows he would be grateful beyond measure.

"Bucky, could you help us?" you ask, your voice tinged with desperation.

Bucky tilts his head, considering your request. "How are you going to pay me?" he inquires, his tone cautious and business-like.

You're taken aback by the question, realizing you hadn't thought about it before. "I...," you falter, unsure of how to respond.

"You can't afford me," Bucky asserts bluntly, cutting off your attempt to explain.

Speechless, you struggle to find the right words. "I-I know," you stammer, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over you. "Is there anything I could do?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky remains silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he considers your offer.

Finally, he speaks, his voice low and measured. "Work for me," he suggests. "Read me to sleep."

"That's it?" you inquire, surprised by the simplicity of his request.

Bucky nods a hint of determination in his eyes. "That's it," he confirms.

You smile warmly at Bucky, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unexpected kindness. "I will give my best. Thank you, Bucky," you express sincerely, your voice filled with appreciation.

When Bucky sees your smile directed at him, he's taken aback. He's accustomed to seeing you with a groggy expression around him, so your genuine smile catches him off guard. It's a small gesture, but it makes him feel strangely reassured as if you're starting to trust him.

"Sister," Conroy pipes up, interrupting the moment with his childish voice.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the interruption, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Conroy leaps toward you eagerly. "I'm full and I want to sleep. Read me a bedtime story, please," he requests, his excitement palpable.

However, before Conroy can reach you, Bucky swoops in and lifts him up. "Your sister is going to read me a bedtime story," he announces, a playful glint in his eye.

Conroy frowns in confusion. "But you're an adult. Why do you want to listen to children's stories?" he questions, his curiosity piqued.

You step in to defuse the situation, sensing the tension between the two. "Guys, calm down," you interject, your voice gentle yet firm. "I'll read it to both of you," you offer, hoping to restore peace and harmony to the moment.

As Conroy and Bucky settle into their respective armchairs, a palpable tension fills the room as they exchange glares.

You clear your throat, breaking the silence, and begin to read another bedtime story, hoping to diffuse the tension between the two.

"Once upon a time, there lived a mischievous squirrel named Sammy in a magical forest far, far away. Sammy was known throughout the forest for his clever tricks and daring escapades. Sammy's adventures took him to every corner of the forest, from the tallest treetops to the deepest, darkest caves. Along the way, he encountered many colorful characters, including wise old owls, friendly rabbits, and even a grumpy bear with a heart of gold-."

As you reach the story's climax, you notice their eyelids drooping, and before long, they both drift off into a peaceful sleep.

The soothing cadence of your voice coupled with the enchanting tale seems to be lulling them into a peaceful slumber.

You smile softly to yourself, feeling a sense of accomplishment as you witness the calming effect your storytelling has on them.

With each passing moment, their breathing becomes more rhythmic, and their bodies relax into the comfortable armchairs.

You quietly close the book, careful not to disturb their rest, and bask in the serene atmosphere of the room.

********

The next morning, Bucky wakes up feeling refreshed.

As he rises from his chair, he notices that Conroy is still sound asleep. Leaning down, Bucky can't help but admire the child's peaceful expression and chubby cheeks, finding him unexpectedly endearing. However, he knows all too well that Conroy's innocent appearance belies a sharp tongue that can test even Bucky's patience.

The aroma of something sweet wafts through the air, drawing Bucky's attention to the kitchen. Surprised, he finds you cooking pancakes—a sight he never expected, as he rarely sees anyone use the kitchen, let alone cook.

"Morning," you greet, turning off the stove and wiping your hands on your apron as you acknowledge Bucky's presence.

Bucky squints slightly against the brightness of the morning light streaming into the kitchen. The room seems to radiate with a warm and inviting atmosphere that he's not accustomed to experiencing.

"Uhm, morning," Bucky responds, still adjusting to the unexpected scene.

You take a recorder out of your pocket, explaining your idea from the previous night. "I thought ahead and recorded myself reading several children's stories," you explain. "There may be times when I can't be here to read to you, so this way, you'll always have something to listen to."

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, impressed by your foresight. "Thank you," he murmurs sincerely.

"You want to try listening to it?" you offer, extending the recorder and a pair of earphones to Bucky. "Let me know if it's not good."

"Sure," Bucky replies, accepting your earphones and recorder. With a nod of appreciation, he puts on the earphones and presses the play button, eager to hear your recorded stories.

As Bucky listens to the recorded stories, he notices something unexpected—the faint sound of your breath in the background, almost as if you're beside him.

Intrigued by the intimate detail, Bucky finds himself drawn into the story, eager to experience the magic of your storytelling once again.

"Once upon a time, in a land of eternal winter, there lived a lonely snowflake named Frosty," the recording begins, your voice gentle and soothing. "Frosty longed for companionship, but no matter where he drifted, he found himself alone in the icy wilderness,-."

As Bucky continues to listen to your story, he finds himself growing increasingly relaxed. The soothing cadence of your voice and the gentle rhythm of your breath lull him into a state of tranquility.

Suddenly, his eyelids begin to droop, and he feels an overwhelming heaviness wash over his body. Before he can even register what's happening, his vision blurs, and everything fades into darkness.

You watch in shock as Bucky loses balance, the earphones slipping from his ears. "Bucky!" you exclaim, rushing to his side.

In just two short minutes of listening to your story, Bucky's body dropped to the floor.

Concerned, you gently shake him, trying to rouse him from his sudden slumber. "Bucky, wake up!" you urge, but he remains unresponsive.

Panicked, you quickly check his pulse and breathing, relieved to find that he's still alive, albeit deeply asleep.

As you try to process what just happened, you can't help but wonder—did your story really have that much of an impact on him, or is there something else going on with Bucky's health?

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hii! i love your works and we share the same name! 🎀

honestly ur writing so good. i wanted to ask for choso, who reader goes a bit to rough on during sex one day so choso takes control and shows reader who’s actually in control ! btw ur works give me so much inspiration when writing LOL

oh god, we do! 🩶 and im glad i can help give inspiration! you can always ask me for some ideas if you have writers block, thats why i just be spit balling. but thank you sugar.

cw: rough reader at first, whimpering choso, rough choso.

for choso at least, your first week of ovulation was pure filth. you became more needy, sloppy, and a bit rough outside of sex.. for the moment.

youd plead with choso “use me as some kind of cocksleeve!” or going on ‘x’ to find ideas and beg him to dress as pyramid head to fuck you in the basement while chained up. to no avail though, choso would just mumble ‘dont say stuff like that.’

until last night, you had take the control for the first time—which would come to bite you in the ass later. or soon, you never knew with choso.

you rode his cock until there was nothing left for him to give, till his balls were empty and shining with your arousal mixed cream. he could feel it going up his own ass, his throat so breathy and hoarse from the moans.

his cheeks were red, one side with a small handprint while his arms were tied to the headboard.

“baby,” he breathes out, tapping your ass in a attempt to have you look at him. you obliged, looking up at him. “whats gotten into you?”

you shrugged, a cock drunk state and eyes lidded. you got to be rough with choso for the first time.

and it would be your last, considering the fact that not only were you hogtied and blindfolded, but you could also tell that choso was a bit pissed you were able to control him like that.

he lands a harsh slap on your ass, a light mix of pain but pleasure shot through your veins. you moan of course, causing choso to slam a finger into you. thank god he had trimmed his nails that day.. or was that why he did them?

“youre fucking nasty, you know?” he mumbles, spitting onto your slit and his red, mean cockhead smears it around to gather some slick. “had me looking like a mess.. that shouldve been you.”

not like you could speak, anyway.. he duct taped your mouth shut. because even after that night, you were still craving for a good fuck.

his hips ease into your velvet walls, hissing at the sudden sensation and urge to just pound away immediately. he takes a second to put his hair up into a man bun, pressing his hands into your back.

he forces an arch out of you, hearing your back pop from the force and he chuckles. “you might just get what you want..” he groans, his cock twitching inside of you. it kisses your cervix, making your toes curl and strain.

he remembers how his treatment was yesterday, he might as well repay the favor.

he pulls you by your hair and pulls your back to his chest, biting down on your shoulder until youre whining. he grunts a response, thrusting into your walls so agonizingly slow.

“yeah? you feel remorse for what you did to me?” he says in a soft growl, giving a few slight slaps to your face and then a harsher one to a breast. “bet you fucking do— oh, am i hitting that good spot?” he asks, seeing you thrash and writhe so suddenly.

“cum for me, just like how you did with me last night.” he orders, pressing a finger vibe on your clit and you silently scream, clenching around his length until he was white with your cum.

“if youre going to be rough with me, make sure youre not going to be so vulnerable the next few days.” he suggests, throwing you back down.

he rips the blindfold off of your eyes, slamming himself back into you in a mating press. you do cry, only a bit, fat tears dribbling down while he forces the eye contact, the eye contact as he slow but surely fucks himself into your walls.

hes the one to break it, surprisingly. rolling his eyes and head on his shoulders. “f—fuuck im going to fuckin cum!” he growls again, drawing out the ‘fs’. he grabs your hips, thumbs digging into the gap of the bones in your groin and pulls you up and down on him.

you can feel it, how hot his cum runs in his balls and it drives you mad. your throat emits a whimper, your already abused clit throbbing from the bumps of his pubes.

“cmon’.” he starts up, pulling the duct tape off your mouth. “stay here, ill get the bath running.”

[belit0]

Can I request Itachi x reader where reader is Sasuke's friend and has a crush on Itachi but she thinks that Itachi sees her as a little sister only?!?

Don't we all love a marvelous destruction of dreams and hopes?

I certainly do

(Y/N)'s attraction started as a game, a way to tease her best friend when he got angry, a way to make fun of him, and material to tease him. Her jokes regarding Itachi were simply that, jokes, of course, at least until she started to pay real attention.

During adolescence, when premature crushes and the first signs of development hit, she found herself entertaining the idea of Itachi as a boyfriend in a private way. Her usual banter began to mutate into something real, imagining a life with him before sleep, how his lips would feel on hers, whether she would let him touch her for the first time.

Her fantasies culminated in real goals, genuinely desiring the man who was once merely a prank in her mind, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of him. Sasuke was the first to notice the changes, how (Y/N)'s cheeks would turn red every time his brother's name was mentioned, nervously playing with her hands, looking in all directions and waiting for the Uchiha to abruptly arrive.

While before the girl wouldn't stop talking and bragging about how she would marry the next clan leader just to piss him off, now she is unable to mention him without looking like she's about to pee herself.

As years go by and they finally enter adulthood, he expected his friend's crush to go away, but it only seems to intensify. Sasuke could choose to be selfish, a bad friend, to separate her from her fantasies, yet today he prefers the path of companionship, doing her a favor. He'll do his best to give her a chance, and if it doesn't work out, at least he'll rest assured knowing he did the best he could.

It would be fun to have her as a sister-in-law, though, he has no real idea whether or not his brother is interested in her either.

Itachi is a mystery even to those close to him, always off on some mission, rarely sharing dinner with them, constantly busy with different things. No one knows much about him or his personal life, least of all his younger brother, who thinks himself incapable of inquiring about his romantic interests. He prefers to assume fate is in (Y/N)'s favor, that Itachi has no secret girlfriend in another village, and that his absences are not due to anything of the sort.

When he asks his mother whether she has any idea of his older brother's whereabouts, he eats for breakfast some news about him being at home all afternoon resting, arriving shortly from a long mission. It's the perfect scenario for things to happen as they should, considering his father will be at the police station and Mikoto is busy with her women's club.

The house will be empty, only populated by Itachi, and Sasuke thinks of a million ways to make everything turn out. He wouldn't go to such extreme lengths for anyone but his best friend, determined to repay her extensive years of loyal friendship with a wonderful favor.

He arranges to meet her at his home once he has secured his older brother's arrival, having heard him say goodbye to Shisui at the entrance, take off his shoes, and lock himself in his room. When (Y/N) shows up, it is with the idea of drinking tea, sitting and chatting in the courtyard, oblivious to any agenda her friend may have.

The afternoon proceeds uneventfully at first, hot kettle and too much liquid in the small cups. The snacks they enjoy with their drinks soon drop in quantity, and it's the perfect excuse Sasuke uses to disappear from the place. They can't go on enjoying such a beautiful afternoon with nothing to eat, can they?

With the last pawn off the board, (Y/N) and Itachi are left alone for at least a good few hours, plenty of time for them to do what they have to do. Of course, if life wills it.

...

Bladder loaded with too much hot tea, (Y/N) feels the compelling need to go to the bathroom. She moves through the halls of the home as if it were her own, habituated to spend more time there than with her own family, a more than frequent face for those Uchiha.

It is Mikoto herself who often jokes about her being more of a daughter than her own eldest child, counting more on the girl's presence than his. Sleepovers at that place became a weekend routine, and (Y/N) cringes at the thought of how nervous she would get about walking past Itachi's door, even if he wasn't there.

A shiver of self-repulsion runs through her body at the thought of her younger self's wanderings, and she follows the familiar path to the bathroom.

She thinks she is alone, which leads her to confidently open the door, and wish she could die right there. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed the sounds inside, the shower turning off and the light on, the steam, but nothing stopped her from coming face to face with her crush drying his body, wet hair and totally naked in front of her.

Paralyzed and with a huge emptiness in her stomach, a sudden nervousness runs through the entirety of her body, unable to react and still standing with the door in her grip. Itachi, unmoved and turning his back to her, beams at her and smiles, wrapping the towel around his waist and taking another for his hair.

"It's been a while, (Y/N)." He says before finally turning around, the doorway separating them. The girl reacts enough to move her hand, allowing him passage out of the bathroom.

Hair disheveled and in a raw, vulnerable state, an image that no one but his family ever got to see, he watches as warm drops of water run down his chest, leaving a wet trail on his skin and giving him an appetizing appearance, water that (Y/N) suddenly wants to lick its way up to his neck, take him by the nape and fiercely kiss him-.

The world spins again as the Uchiha places a hand on her head.

"You've grown so much, keep up the good work." His expression is friendly, sober, innocent, not the one you would use to try and conquer anyone, and the way he pets her hair reminds her of how one would spoil one's dog.

Trying to process everything at the same time, she can't get words out of her mouth, watching him walk to his room half-naked and close the door behind him. Her fantasies begin and end in the same place, and she has no face to stay and wait for Sasuke to come back with more food for their tea.

The girl runs out of the house hoping either the earth swallows her on the way or some stray kunai buries itself in her throat, undone by shattered dreams and trampled hopes under the foot of the world's most beautiful Uchiha.

Life sucks.

[astoldbyaja]

Balance -JJK AU-

Single dad Toji never makes good decisions which leaves him and his two toddlers homeless.

Bee believes in universal balance and to repay a past good gesture from the older Fushiguro she just randomly invites the three to stay in her apartment.

I always believed in balance, doing what is needed to maintain the natural order of the universe. Good with good, bad with bad, bad with good or good with bad. Whatever must be done to keep the balance. I always preferred the good with good, because good things come back around to me in some way, shape or form.

The name’s Beatrice Love, call me Bee. I loved a world of solitude. I realized this when I had turned twenty-two. I’m close to thirty and I was tired of being hounded about my bachelorette life.

“Father, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m okay on my own.” I replied on the phone.

“But living in Tokyo? It’s so… loud there!” my dad replied. I smiled.

“It’s peaceful to me.” I replied.

“But Beatrice, you need a man or at least a weapon to protect yourself. I don’t like you being so far away from the family by yourself.” he protested with a scowl probably.

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I promise. I must go. Say hi to stepmommy for me. Love you.” I replied.

“Love you too darling.” he said.

“Hey baby why don’t you come and hang out with us.” a scaly voice said as two men stood in front of me in the parking lot of the grocery store, stopping me from getting to my car. I gripped my bags tight.

“No.” I replied.

“Aw come on sweetheart, we don’t bite… hard.” the other man mocked. I scoffed and just remained glaring. The two men looked to be up to no good, piercings in their faces to look more intimidating and tattoos on their necks.

“I’m not interested.” I replied mentally hyping myself up to prepare for some type of altercation.

If they get violent, better be prepared to do whatever is needed.

However, a large hulking figure was walking past us, a man in a black tight shirt and white pants bumps one of the dudes, quickly catching their attention. This man was intimidating as he didn’t even bother to acknowledge the situation before us. In his large hand was a small bag of what looked like a cup of noodles.

“Hey, watch where you’re going asshole!” one of the men said. The stranger laughed almost as if amused.

“Hey something funny!” the other guy asked, now both their attention was on the giant.

“Yeah, staring at you two losers who don’t know how to not block a path is pretty comical.” the man said sarcastically, and I tilted my head watching as the two men now decided to give this man all the attention, going so far as to follow him.

I took this time to get my keys and move into my car. Before I could even close the door, I could hear yelling and commotion. I turned and saw the two men flat on their backs, unconscious. I was perplexed as I looked at the man who continued walking rotating his left arm now.

These men had bad intentions, and this stranger took their attention off of me so that I could safely get into my car. I needed to thank him or do something.

I put my stuff down on my seat floor before leaning up to step out of my car and find the man. However, he was gone. That was the first encounter with Toji Fushiguro.

I told myself if I ever saw him again, I would repay the favor somehow of him helping me out. Maybe I’ll treat him to lunch or something. Or if he’s not interested at all, a simple thank you would suffice I’d hope.

Who would have thought I’d see him exactly a week later. I was driving to my apartments parking garage, a violent storm was starting to roll in, thunder booming loudly. As I walked down the block, I noticed a large figure at the bus stop with two smaller figures. I blinked a few times tilting my head to get a better look at the figures.

It was a man, and two small kids huddled together beneath a big blanket. They were taking shelter from the upcoming storm. I looked both way before crossing the street over toward the bus stop and peaked my head in.

“Um, hello.” I replied.

“We’re allowed to be here; we ain’t leaving, you got a problem with it then I’ll be more than happy to help you solve it!” the man blurted violently finally. It sounded like he was expecting me to yell at him or show disapproval for them being here. I was taken aback by the aggression before the man finally pulled the blanket off his head revealing a familiar side profile before looking at me. Glaring green eyes connected to brown orbs and he seemed stunned by the sight of me. He had a slight cut over the corner of his mouth, and I glanced down at the two small heads that poked out from the blanket. A little boy with black hair who looked just like the older man and a little brunette-haired girl who looked at me with a stubborn pout. However, as the two children looked at me, they seemed mesmerized and stunned by me.

I wondered how many black women they have seen.

“Are you… waiting for the bus?” I asked. I noticed the man’s arms wrapped around the two children and he glared at me with distrust.

“Does it look like we’re waiting for the bus?” he snapped sharply. A jolt of lightning shot across the sky followed by a monstrous roll of thunder that made the two children whimper and hide in their father’s arms. I could hear the defense in the man’s tone, hell his entire body language was showing he was on edge. I looked down wondering what to do in this moment before looking up at him.

“I have a two-bedroom apartment very close to here. Would you like to rest there?” I asked.

A quick flash of surprise shot across the man’s face.

Ten minutes later, I was unlocking my door and stepping inside. My apartment was one that was always cozy. The man’s name is Toji, his daughter is Tsumiki and the younger boy is Megumi who clung to his daddy’s neck as they entered my home. Their eyes roamed the place, Toji’s more than his kids. I removed my flats and turned to him after placing my purse on my marble white bar. Toji was carrying his son and holding his daughter’s hand, and I noticed the backpacks on all their backs.

“Come I will show you your room and then the bathroom where you all can get cleaned up.” I replied and moved down the hall in the back. Toji followed, the distrust still in his eyes.

“Daddy where are we?” Megumi asked.

“We’re just stopping somewhere to get cleaned up.” he said in a much softer tone. I opened the door on my left where my guest bedroom was. Inside was a king size bed with a black comforter and white thinner sheet below with a closet on the opposite side and a nightstand on either side of the bed.

“Here you three can sleep.” I said. Toji leaned his head in and examined the room a bit, as if making sure it was safe. I just smiled politely then moved to the door on the opposite side of the bedroom.

I opened the bathroom door which showed a garden tub and large shower. The sink was wide with a massive mirror that could show at least four people’s reflection. In the back was a large walk-in closet.

“There are towels in that closet there and soap under the sink. If you have any dirty clothes, you can put them in that hamper, and I’ll wash them.” I told. Toji’s eyes followed my fingers to each location.

“I’ll go fix something to eat-”

“Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of this?” he asked looking at me with a suspicious glare. I shook my head.

“I merely wish to return the favor.” I said before nodding at him. He looked heavily confused. “Please make yourself at home.”

I turned and moved down the hall and over to a door we had passed earlier. It was the master bedroom, my room. I removed my necklace and earrings, but kept my hair pinned up. Now the sound of heavy rain began to attack the complex and I looked out my window to see the dark skies. I’m still for a second and quiet as I finally hear the bathtub running.

“Okay let’s get you guys cleaned up.” I hear Toji sigh. I smile and move from my room and enter the kitchen. I take out some ingredients and a pot and begin to make chicken, beef, rice and vegetables.

“Megumi stop splashing your sister.” Toji says sternly. I peak over the hall noticing the hamper outside with clothes in them. I smiled and approached noticing the large set of clothes in there. I didn’t question it nad began to pick up the hamper.

“This tub is huge daddy!” I hear Tsumiki said.

“Yeah, it is.” Toji replies. Once the clothes are in the wash and the table is set, I hear different footsteps approaching and I turn to see the three in more casual looking clothes, pajamas really. I noticed their eyes all darted toward the table and the children’s eyes widened. I smiled setting down some plates and some juice.

“Please help yourself. I hope the bath was to your liking.” I said. Toji led the kids to my table and sat them down the chairs. He handed them their plates and let them scoop however much food they wanted. Toji and I sat across from each other and he watched me closely as I just smiled. Megumi would scoop some rice onto his place and move to get another scoop, before hesitating and looking at me with worry. I smiled more.

“Go ahead.” I replied. His eyes sparkled and he looked at his dad who nodded giving a tired smile before moving to get more food. Once their plates were filled, I moved to pour them both a cup of juice.

“Thank you!” they said in unison.

“You’re welcome.” I said and looked at Toji who looked at me. He motioned toward my plate.

“Go ahead.” he said. I shook my head.

“You are my guest. Guests always get served first.” I announced and I could tell he was trying to study my face, figure out what my true intentions are if there was any before filling his plate. His kids were eating quietly smiling big at the flavors that hit their tongues.

“Wow, Ms. Bee this food is really good!” Tsumiki blurted. I gave a soft chuckle finally fixing my plate.

“I’m glad you like it!” I replied eating quietly and looking at Toji who was understandably tense.

“Looks like the rain’s gonna go all night. When it lets up in the morning we’ll be out of your hair.” he replied. I hummed as I chewed my food.

“If that is your desire. You and your littles are free to come and go as much as you’d like.” I replied. The children’s eyes dazzled with happiness before looking at their dad who didn’t trust it. His scowl said it all.

“And why would you be so kind?” he asked. I continued eating enjoying the delicious flavor of my food.

“It never hurts to be kind.” I said.

“Kinda stupid to let some strangers into your nice place don’t you think?” he asked. I nodded casually.

“Of course. If you planned to do anything malicious, we’ll worry about that bridge when we come to it.” I said with a smile. I wondered if his kids were in school or anything, but I was sure I wouldn’t get an answer on it. Toji eyed me some more before moving to down his cup of juice.

“Ms. Bee, can I have some more food please?” Tsumiki asked almost shyly. I smiled at her and nodded.

“Of course.” I replied, and she smiled and took some more food. Once the three were full, I cut on my TV in the living room and watched as the kids were curled up in my fleece blanket on the couch together. Toji was taking a phone call down the hall but was making sure he could see me, and I could see him. I was cleaning up the table.

“Yeah, I can take the job. Don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine.” I hear him say, as I washed the plates. I hear his footsteps approach, and he moved to pick up the plates of food from the table.

“If you’d like I can pack those up in containers for you.” I offered. Toji looked me some with a wince before looking at the food.

“No, you should keep it…” he said. “Did you really mean we can come and go as long as we want?” I nodded placing the dishes in the strainer.

“As long as it’s just you three.” I replied of which he immediately nodded.

“It will be… look I’ve never made the best decisions in life, and the last decision I made, caused me and my kids to be out on the street. Their moms are not in the picture… I do odd jobs, and they pay well. If you’ll allow my kids to stay here, while I work, I’ll pay for the room and board.” he said rubbing the back of his head now.

“That won’t be necessary.” I replied.

“What?” he asked confused.

“You and your children can stay in that guest room as long as you need to. I will provide food and whatever else is needed until you feel ready to leave.” I said.

“Why would you do all of this for a couple of strangers?” he asked. I could tell his brain was on the frits.

“You helped me, and this is how I am repaying the favor.” I replied.

“What, when did I help you?” he asked completely clueless.

“Last week when those men were bothering me. You took care of them. Now as a thank you I am taking care of you and your children.” I replied. I wiped my hands on my kitchen towel seeing Toji shook his head.

“That was hardly a gesture big enough for you to let us in your home.” he said. I shrugged.

“A kindness for a kindness. Balance.” I replied with a smile taking the plate of food and packaging it all up and placing it in the fridge. “Feel free to eat this when you get hungry.” I replied. As it got darker, Toji was the only one watching TV with his kids curled up under each arm. I was turning off my kitchen light noticing he was standing up with both kids in his hands.

Tsumiki muttered some.

“Daddy, do we have to go back to the bus station now?” she asked, voice dripping with sleep. Toji smiled warmly at her, glancing at me as I tucked one of the kitchen chairs in.

“No. We’re going to stay here tonight with daddy’s friend.” he said. I quietly followed him to the guest room and wished him a good night after he tucked his children into the bed. Immediately, their bodies seemed to relax as they curled up beneath the warm blankets. I turned to leave.

“Bee.” Toji said lowly approaching the doorway. I stopped and looked at him ready to accommodate anything he needed.

“Megumi can sometimes get a little scared of the dark. Could you leave the hall light on, and I’ll crack the door. If that’s not too much to ask!” he said lowly, and I just smiled sweetly and shook my head.

“Of course.” I replied cutting on the light in the hallway before looking at him and nodding. I moved to my own room now.

“Bee.” Toji said again and I looked at him curiously to see him looking down with what looked like embarrassment.

“Thank you.” he said, and I nodded

“Of course.” I replied before separating into my room.

The next morning, and the numerous mornings after, I would get up, make breakfast for everyone and we’d eat together. Toji was worried about leaving his kids here and made it very clear he was not someone to take advantage of nor were his kids.

We set boundaries immediately. I wasn’t to question him about his work no matter what I saw when he’d come back to my apartment. I was not to discipline his kids, but they were to listen to me and help around the apartment if I needed it. If there was anything he or I needed while he was out, he asked me to wait until he got home so we could both go out together with the kids.

They kept the guest room as clean as they could, and I let the kids watch TV and ask me questions. They had stuffed animals which they clung to the moment their dad left for work.

 Sometimes Toji would take his kids out and ask if I wanted to accompany them to the store. I didn’t mind the company so sometimes I would go with them so they could pick out what foods and clothes they liked.

“Daddy, can I get this shirt?” Megumi asked and Toji’s first reaction was to look at the price tag and think for a moment.

“Sure bud.” he said throwing the shirt in the cart.

“So, Bee, what is it you do for work?” he asked. Oh, how was I to answer that?

“I work my own odd jobs.” I said and after we both shared a look to each other, he just nodded.

“Understood.” he said. We swapped numbers so we could keep each other updated on his kids. One day Toji was gone and did not come home, but he reached out and let me know his job would have him away from home for three days. I told him it was fine.

On the third evening, after I put the kids to bed, there was a knock on the door. I was familiar with the two patterns, but still checked the peephole. It was Toji. I opened the door and froze noticing the blood stains on his shirt and pants and we just stared at each other for a moment. He was gauging what I would do with the first time seeing this and I just looked him over. What would I do in this moment? I stepped back quietly, and he walked in, eyes not leaving mine as I closed the door and locked it.

I just stood there in my floral lace gown, and I just nodded quietly.

“You want to wash them, or would you like me to wash them?” I asked lowly. He let out a low sigh and looked down.

“No, I’ll do it. How were they?” he asked motioning toward the room. I nodded gently.

“They were good. You sound exhausted. There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.” I said gently and he nodded.

“Thanks.” he said and I smiled and moved around him. However, I feel his hand take my wrist quickly and I pause looking at him curiously. He wasn’t looking at me, more so looking at the floor with a gentle stare.

“Bee… if we’re overstepping our welcome, you’d tell me, right?” he asked. I blinked confusedly before nodding.

“Of course, Toji.” I replied. He nodded slowly and released my hand. The spot around my wrist felt cold as the warmth of his hand left me. I returned to my room and entered my bathroom noticing the slight ring of red around my wrist. I winced wondering whose blood this was. After showering I made my way back to my bedroom. I crawled under my blankets and just listened to all the noise outside my room.

I was so used to silence, but even the introduction of new noise did not disturb me. I could hear Toji’s heavy footsteps all about and I just closed my eyes letting the noises lull me to sleep. However, I could hear the doorhandle of my room open, and I assumed it was maybe Megumi or Tsumiki. However, when the door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly entered my room I slowly opened my eyes and look down.

Standing there in boxers and a tank was Toji. Quietly, I sat up and yawn.

“What is it?” I asked noticing the somewhat dark look on Toji’s face as he watched me. He closed the door and took a step closer to the foot of my bed and I watched as he began to remove his tank and then slowly play with the hem of his boxers until he finally pulled them down, semi erect cock pointing at me. I was a bit taken back by the sudden action. “Toji, what the hell are you doing?” He let out a low grunt.

“You’ve done a lot for me and my kids. They’re happy- happier than I’ve ever seen in a while, so I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them happy and safe with a roof over their heads and food in their stomach. You’re obviously alone and so I figure we can help each other out. Besides it’s a way I can return the favor to you for what you’ve done for us.” he said his hand airlessly moving to palm his own cock to further get it to harden. I watched him for a moment thinking about his words. That is not how the balance works!

“Yeeeaaahh no.” I said blankly.

[madhatterbri]

Christmas Party | C.C.

Summary: you are invited to a Christmas party and you beg Christian to be your date to not look lonely to Jack.

Author's Note: I'm like in love with this story. 🥺🥰 Tried to make it funny and flirty. Hope I succeeded.

@theswitchbladessweetheart (hope you feel better ❤️)

@1dluver13xx

"Heeeeey it is my absolute favorite patriarch," you greeted seeing Christian backstage. He tensed at hearing your voice. Any time you greeted him that way you needed a favor. Nick chuckled and walked away giving you some privacy to talk. "Remember that favor you owe me for babysitting your daughter?"

"You mean that one time you were supposed to watch her for like five minutes while I cut a promo? And when I came back you spent five minutes looking for her because you forgot she was hiding for hide and seek?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Of course the grumpy old man remembered the bad part. Typical.

"That very time, yeah, good, you remember. Listen, I was invited to a Christmas party and I need a date. Are you free on Friday night?" you told him. He looked at you puzzled. Christian never thought you would want to be with him outside of wrestling business.

"Why do you need a date exactly?"

"I just do, please, I will do anything,"

"Seriously? What is this high school?" Christian muttered and walked away. You yelled at him to wait and stood in front of him to block him. He rolled his eyes and looked at you. An amused yet annoyed look on his face. You had a few seconds to plead your case.

"I asked everyone else and they said no,"

"Who did you ask?"

"Max"

"And what happened?"

"He slammed the door in my face. I asked Roddy and he said he was going with Adam. Well, actually, he yelled Adam's name so I'm not sure. HOOK and Orange just stared at me while eating chips. I promise it will be worth your while,"

"Why?"

"A certain curly haired Jungle Boy will be there," you sung. The Captain Charisma figured it out. You didn't want Jack to see you alone while he had Anna.

Christian stared at you in deep thought. His blue eyes dazzled in delight. Jack would certainly not like seeing you with him. He simply nodded and told you he would text you when it's closer.

🎄

"And you still don't think he has a crush on you?" Skye questioned while looking at your reflection in the mirror. She agreed to help you with your hair and makeup. You never agreed for her to give you the third degree.

Ever since she made it to your apartment you were bombarded with questions about tonight. She started to sound like a parent. Every time she brought up Christian liking you, you shut it down. He was just doing it to mess with Jack nothing more or less. A point you frequently brought across.

"He's doing this to piss off Jack. He wasn't going to say yes until I told him he was coming," you insisted.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you are a blind idiot," she insulted.

"Oh good because I was immediately going to take that as a compliment," you scoffed.

"He trained you and was always there for you when Jack dumped you for Anna. What are we missing here, girl?"

"He is just really nice. I was his manager for a while and babysat his kid,"

"Are you really flexing on that time you lost his daughter because you forgot you were playing hide and seek with her?"

"It was one time and the new season of Stranger Things just came out!"

"And trust me he trained you because he wanted to be closer to you,"

"He wants younger talent to succeed. I bet if Kyle asked Christian would happily help him,"

"Kyle did ask him over text. Christian sent a screenshot of his cash app username and said he isn't a charity,"

You tried to hide a laugh. A pissed off Skye would not help your situation. A knock on your front door ended your conversation. The butterflies in your stomach now in full force. Despite always having a crush on him you honestly never saw anything from him. You looked in the mirror one last time.

"I look great. How can I ever repay you?"

"If I ever ask you for relationship advice please don't give it to me or remind me to do the opposite of what you say," she joked. You shot her a glare and stood up.

You called out that you were coming to the door and opened the door to see Christian. The man before you was dressed to the nines for the Christmas party. Long gone were the tights, t-shirts, and velvet sweater. Now he wore a tuxedo with a blue tie that made his eyes pop.

"You ready?" He asked leaning against the doorframe. A smirk tugged his lip as he saw you staring at him.

"Have her home by ten, Cage, I know where you work," Skye called out and winked at him. He smiled back at her.

🎄

"What a gentleman," you teased when he held the door open for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you out of the car.

"I'm not the little boys you are used to dating," he joked and closed the door behind you. He adjusted his jacket and tie before taking your arm around his.

"Really selling this, Christian, I knew you were a good choice,"

"Well I have to pay you back for that poor excuse you call babysitting," he chuckled. You slapped his arm playfully as he walked you to the backyard. His hand placed securely at the small of your back. "Let's get this party started,"

The backyard had curtains of Christmas lights covering the fence. A hot chocolate bar with assorted Christmas treats laid neatly on a wooden table. A DJ played a mix of Christmas songs and other assorted hits. A projector displayed a Christmas movie. Different Christmas games were spread out to get the guests to mingle with one another. Pillows and blankets of different styles laid around the yard to ensure maximum comfort.

"Isn't this amazing?" You asked and looked at him. His hand was pressed to his forehead. His blue eyes squinted as if he was looking intently at something.

"I think one of the lights on that curtain doesn't work,"

🎄

The night wore on with you trying to avoid Anna and Jack. It was pretty easy. Jack stayed on his phone on a bench. He mindlessly scrolled as if that was the only thing going on. Every so often he would stare at you with Christian. He glared at you if you happened to meet his gaze. Anna stayed inside the house complaining about Jack.

"Do you mind if we dance?" You asked expecting a no. Jack used to never want to dance with you. Any time you went out you had to dance with your friends. Christian looked at the dance floor and back at you. He took one last drink from his beer.

"Fine but don't get intimidated by my dance skills," he accepted your invitation.

"Wait, really?" You asked and smiled wildly. He grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He spun you around before placing an arm securely around your waist. His other hand grabbed yours.

The music played softly through the speakers. You were glad the song wasn't too fast. He was surprisingly a good dancer and easy to follow. The man certainly had many talents.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered in your ear. "I forgot to say that earlier,"

"Are you saying I'm not beautiful on most nights?" you giggled and looked in his eyes. "You are not so bad looking yourself,"

He spun you around and pulled you closer to him. You wondered if he was trying to sell this to Jack or if Skye could be right. A part of you wanted the latter. You just needed a sign. Anything to prove that maybe you weren't just another wrestler to him. You would get your wish shortly after.

He placed his forehead against yours. His blue eyes stared into yours as if to read your reaction. When he noticed you didn't pull away he placed his other hand to your hip. You placed your hands on his head running them down to his neck. Your hands rested on his shoulders.

"Christian, you don't have to do this," you whispered. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable,"

"He's not looking. It's just you and me," he confided in you. "If you want me to stop I will,"

"Please don't stop," you pulled his jacket so he was closer to you. You could barely hear the music with how loud your heart was pounding. Your cheeks burned brightly. With the help of your high heels, your lips pressed against his. He stood in shock momentarily before kissing you back.

Growing up you always read about a spark when you kissed the right one. You always told yourself that the spark would eventually ignite when you were with Jack. After the break up you were sure it was just a fairytale. Now maybe it was time to live your own real life fairytale.

He looked at his Apple Watch and sighed.

"It's Adam. I gotta take this call. Don't go anywhere," he apologized and kissed your forehead. He walked inside to a quieter place to take the phone call. You walked to the hot chocolate bar to warm up a little.

🎄

"Seriously? The whole you bringing one of my ex-friends to not look lonely is a little pathetic," Jack sneered. You jumped not expecting him to bother you. He was so adamant about not being anywhere near you. "Can't find someone your own age?"

"You cheated on me with one of my closest friends and I'm pathetic?" You asked bitterly. Not only did your friendship with Anna end but your relationship with Jack. "You and I clearly have different definitions of pathetic,"

"You being the type of person to fuck around with anyone in the business just proves that leaving your ass was the best choice i could’ve ever made,”

Tears immediately sprung into your eyes. This was exactly what used to happen while dating him. He made outlandish claims against you. Things that were never true but still hurt. The party was no longer fun for you. Maybe you could text Christian to meet you at the car.

"Want to say it again, Perry?" Christian asked from behind Jack. The younger wrestler turned to see his now enemy and ex mentor. Everyone knew he would never repeat himself after getting choked out by CM Punk after an altercation back in August. He was more respectful to the veterans to their face. "Come on, Y/N. We are getting out of here,"

You slowly walked past Jack and into Christian's arms. He pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. His arms felt so safe like he could save you from anything and everything. The sound of his heartbeat calming you.

"Oh, and Jack, go fuck yourself," he hissed. He took your hand and led you back to the car leaving a shocked Jungle Boy in the backyard.

[melis-writes]

Blood Money (Tony Montana x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut) Chapter 1 – By Chance and Fate.

Read on AO3 / Chapter Masterlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

"You know how to protect yourself." / “I never say goodbye either. I say you’re gonna remember these faces—my face."

In the wrong place at the wrong time, you can hardly call your visit to Havana as a vacation but to secure your families legacy in empty promises and a forgotten home. From the moment you first laid eyes on Tony, you knew you'd never forget his face or his name. Tomorrow, Tony and Manny would be as good as American, leaving Cuba for good but with their minds set on your hometown in Miami. Having saved your life in the blink of an eye, you're set to repay the favor by finding out just who Tony Montana is, and why he's looking and waiting for you.

[WARNINGS]: Explicit depictions & themes of violence / Minor character death / Explicit mention of injury & blood / Guns.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: It's finally here, just as promised!! 🥴🥰 The first chapter of my newest multi-chapter fic and it's all about Tony and the reader! You can expect a lot of sexy, kinky, dirty smut upcoming in this one. 🥵🥵 I honestly wasn't planning on doing a multi-chapter fic for Tony but then the ideas hit and I couldn't help myself lmao. Our Reader is Celeste Navarro who was also in my Tony Montana x Reader smut oneshot! ❤️ This fic is gonna be following the entire plot of the film side by side with Tony and Manny with two different endings for you guys to decide which one you prefer too. 😏 Say hello to Chapter 1!

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, 1983 ] 

‘This was supposed to be paradise. For me. For mama, and for Gina. Home was enough.’

Abandoned homes once filled with growing families, shattered windows only revealing the emptiness inside and barred doors to ward off curiosity and anyone leading from the path of nostalgia surrounds the streets in which Tony and Manny grew up.

‘I never knew my father well. I forgot him. I don’t care. He left us, I left him too.’

Spending their childhood playing ball with the other children for hours on end after school with a tight-knit community, neighbors who knew one another and looked out for each other now only to see it as nothing but an abandoned slum puts nothing but resent and disappointment in Tony and Manny’s hearts.

‘Then Mama and Gina left too, to paradise. Didn’t wait for me but I’m coming. I know then, I know now. My time was coming.’

Abandoned by most residents due to poverty and safety concerns, all Tony and Manny’s childhood neighborhood can do is serve as nostalgia and a final goodbye—nothing more.

‘I’m gonna go too. Make my own paradise. Trust nobody but me. I be the millionaire that thank nobody. That’s what I wanna be.’

Dressed in a pair of slacks and a white beater top stained with sweat from the heat and humidity of the day, this is nothing but a trip down memory lane for the last time since Tony and Manny might as well live it down.

“This no fucking family street no more, man,” Tony mumbles, looking up at the rotting wooden planks barring up doors and smashed windows; loose, twisted nails sticking out of crumbling walls with chunks of chipping paint peeled off. “This a fucking dump.”

“They ruined this place, man,” Manny frowns at his surroundings, realizing how noticeably dingy and disgusting the block appears with shadows cast over it from the setting sun. “We was right here, playing together in the streets.”

“Mama used to watch us up from there, remember?” Tony points up at his childhood home, no different from the rest remaining to be eyesores down the block. “When we play ball with the kids from the other neighborhood. Now look at all that.”

Whether some of the surrounding buildings may still be occupied as hideouts or drug houses are another story altogether, but it’s a bitter visit for the two prepared to never return back to Havana again.

“Knew it like the back of my hand,” Tony’s eyes dart over his neighbor’s worn down, abandoned home. “Mama always say gotta get through these kinda places to get what you want.”

“Mama didn’t see no communists coming, man,” Manny kicks a pebble in front of him glumly.

Poverty wasn’t completely unknown in these streets, but the bond and sense of community overpowered everything else.

When Tony and Manny were just children growing up, they witnessed firsthand for themselves families helping other families, neighbors taking turns to watch the kids out in the streets, keeping the neighborhood clean, and supporting every resident that one could.

But with Castro, the communists, and rebellions pouring through incessantly over the last many years, the next time poverty struck Tony and Manny’s hometown, it struck hard and was here to outlast every last resident.

Folks gathered all they had and wept through their goodbyes to all they knew was once their home but had to move on for their own safety. The last thing anyone wanted was trouble or to see murderers and petty thieves littering the streets.

Nobody looked back, no matter how much they wanted to, and the same was also said for Tony and Manny’s families too.

Manny’s family moved to an entirely different city altogether, but Tony’s mother and sister were easily and quickly approved to immigrate to the United States.

Tony saw the streets as an escape and knew his country like the back of his hand, but his absence from home and disobedience towards his mother was the exact reason why Tony found out the hard way that he was staying behind; everyone had already left and only looked out for themselves.

Tony had a deadbeat, absent father who already officially abandoned the family years back, but with his mother and sister leaving for the United States, Tony would have to be stupid to stick around in Havana any longer.

Memories or not, this neighborhood can’t mean anything to Tony and Manny now. Since the two left, they stayed in a house together and never looked back—waiting for their chance to immigrate to the United States too.

After months of bickering, confusion, and paperwork, Tony and Manny refused to relent and give up; they were determined on the process from beginning to end.

Tonight officially marks Tony and Manny’s last night in Havana, let alone Cuba. The two are set to board a ship bound for the United States, leaving everything behind for good as they sought.

Tomorrow, Tony and Manny may just consider themselves as good as Americans. Tomorrow, they’d start a new life and forget Havana—forget home—and gladly leave everything behind.

That’s what’s supposed to happen. That’s what’s waiting for Tony and Manny and all they were waiting for was an opportunity to get out and go into a paradise of their own in Miami, Florida.

Tony was never supposed to meet you. You were never supposed to see each other or cross each other’s paths. Tony wasn’t supposed to wait for you more than he wanted to wait for anything in his life.

It should have never reached a point where Tony couldn’t live in his paradise and call the empire he built up for himself home without having you in it too.

You think you’re simply in the wrong place at the wrong time but you’re exactly where Tony could ever want you to be right now. All Tony wishes he can do is change the circumstances.

~

“It wasn’t exactly home to us, but it was home to your grandfather. He loved Havana. For him it was a bit of paradise, so he decided to invest in it.”

Coming to a stop in your tracks, you pull out the crumpled note from your purse that your father gave to you shortly before you planned your trip to Havana for one reason alone—to visit the address scribbled upon it.

“It’s a villa, mostly used as a vacation residence but it's at the heart of the neighborhood. Your grandfather spoke very fondly of it up until his death, but I’ve never even seen so much as a photograph or deed of the estate before.”

You can practically imagine your father’s shock and disappointment if he was here with you right now. Standing at the very address the villa is supposed to be located is nothing but ruins and vandalism—a neighborhood intentionally left to rot.

“Is it home to you? To us?”

After all, you have no other reason to visit Havana other than to make sense of your family’s legacy and put the pieces together and despite having low hopes for what you’d find, you never expected to come face to face with nothingness—with destruction.

“It can’t be, can it? We have no connections to Havana. We don’t know anyone. It can’t be home to us of all people now.”

Nothingness has never been worth saving and you never felt it becoming your truth with every step you took down this lifeless neighborhood just to get here.

Greeted by chunks of glass sticking through dried mud, torn cloth, remnants of smashed belongings, broken nails, and garbage by your feet, there’s nothing that can possibly feel like home here to you now.

‘The least I can do is let father know.’ You frown at the address upon the note, only imagining the plot of land here can be sold eventually if this place ever gets cleaned up, but still unable to push past and ignore the swelling disappointment in your heart knowing you’ll forever be barred from appreciating what your grandfather loved so much in the past.

Only the calming evening breeze brushing up against you and taking away torn newspapers on the street can be heard with the distant sound of a dog barking from down the block now.

You’re neither familiar nor used to Havana; not the feeling of home that may have been here, not the environment, not the people, and not what seems to be the sounds of an empty street upon an abandoned neighborhood that deceives you so.

Eyes linger over you from the rubble of a half-burned-down home, well concealed and knowing where to remain to watch your every movement from the shadows promised by the evening hours set in.

There’s nothing you can do to appear inconspicuous—like you’re a nobody. Trained eyes from an experienced thief knows a tourist when he sees one, especially a wealthy American tourist.

Having someone like you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time only lets those with ill intentions benefit with ease, and this town’s thief isn’t hesitating to make you his next victim.

Sighing quietly to yourself, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as you slip the note back into your pocket.

Upon opening your eyes again, you stare back down at the rubble of drywall and shrapnel from damaged and destructed homes in front of you—mixed and clumped up amidst one another.

‘This could be from anybody’s home. This could mean nothing.’ Barely having an idea of what to do or look at you, you lean down and pick up a chunk of drywall that appears to be deliberately smashed out of a home.

‘But this could have been my home.’ Still, your heart ultimately feels indifference rather than any kind of relief or sadness.

Without having any connections or memories bound to this place, you simply can’t mourn what isn’t there.

You can’t help but wonder what happened to such a grand estate so highly spoken of after all of this time, but it’ll make more sense to your father than anyone else.

‘This is all that’s left of here now.’ You run your hand over the cracked drywall, giving your head a shake. ‘It’s too late to tell what happened here, but everything’s gone. Everyone’s gone.’ 

“Tony, c’mon man,” Manny gives Tony’s shoulder a nudge, “let’s head back. Ain’t nothin’ left here.”

“I know there’s nothing, man,” Tony grumbles, gesturing towards the streets. “That’s why we here, you know that. Look at this. I wanna see this place, just one last time.”

“Making memories?” Manny chuckles, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“Fuck kinda memories anyone can make here,” Tony scoffs, “they say where we going is paradise. Miami. Mama moved us to Havana, says this is paradise. No fuckin’ paradise look like this, man.”

“No, man,” Manny agrees, shaking his head. “This a dead man’s street now.”

Manny’s eyes fall upon the tightly boarded-up front doors, barring everything in and refusing to let anything out on each and every crumbling home down the block.

“No paradise left here for us, and you know I ain’t ever gonna come back. No way, man.” Tony lets out a huff of frustration.

“Oh yeah?” Manny grins back, “not for visit either?”

“Visit what, man?” Tony furrows his brows, “when I make it, I don’t wanna come back and see this again but I always remember where I come from, you know,” Tony points at his chest, “I never forget. I can think about it. I don’t gotta come back and see it.”

“Me too man, me too,” Manny shrugs—the smile beginning to fade off his face. “I don’t wanna feel like no fish out of water.”

Meanwhile, as you’re surrounded by a mountain of rubble and shrapnel in a blocked-off street, the only option for you to get back to your hotel would be to turn around and make your way down the same street Tony and Manny are on.

With no other exits or places to turn to, you’re hardly aware of the lurking thief well hidden from your sight but directly in Tony’s perspective just from where he stands alone.

Before you can even spin around or move out of the way as a reflex for hearing footsteps suddenly grow so loud behind you, you hear the voice of your stalker before you feel or see him.

“Put it down, princess.” A smoker speaking through a husky low tone threatens you.

You feel the thief’s chest pressing into your shoulder blade, prompting you to remain as still as possible.

Had you flinched just now, the very tip of the thief’s blade he teasingly presses against your face may have just sliced your cheek clean.

You swallow hard, immediately feeling your heart thundering in your chest from being caught unaware in complete shock—anxious and terrified as your mind attempts to process what’s happening to you.

“Don’t move now,” the thief chuckles quietly over your shoulder.

The tips of your ears and the nape of your neck prickle hot in response, attempting to think through just how you’d be able to bash this man’s face in with the chunk of rubble in your hand without getting stabbed directly in the face.

“This isn’t a tourism center, sweetheart. What you doin’ in the rough neighborhoods?” The thief begins to slowly move his hand towards your cross-body purse by your hip.

“You’ll see. For now, we say goodbye to these streets—” Tony points out, all the more confident of his future solely outside of Havana.

“What, man?” Manny blinks, noticing Tony immediately coming to a halt down the middle of the street.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Tony’s muscles stiffen as a threatening scowl sours over his expression—looking towards you just a short distance down and around the corner.

Petty criminals loitering down in old neighbors are all the same to Tony and many others, but Tony and Manny both recognize the face of this one slowly inching his way toward you.

“You know her, man?” Manny asks quietly, whispering.

Both Manny and Tony remain completely still but poised to jump in and sprint down at any moment.

“No,” The glare over Tony’s expression has turned into a death stare as he analyzes the slow, creeping movements of the thief using the noise of the city streets around him to his advantage. “See this fuckin’ guy again back down here—fuckin’ asshole want another tourist as a victim.”

“Don’t wanna say anything?” Observant just as much as he’s sly, the thief begins to press the tip of the blade further into your cheek as he notices you gripping the rubble chunk tighter in your hand. “C’mon, talk to me.”

Your stare towards the mountain of rubble before you is vacant and unfocused, simply waiting for the right moment to strike and lunge out of the way when the thief least expects it.

“I can make this quick,” the thief places his grim-covered hand over your leather purse. “Tourists ain’t short of any money and you won’t find nothin’ down here. Empty your pockets. Maybe I won’t hurt you too much—”

“HEY! Fuck you, man!” Tony calls out from behind, sprinting down the street with Manny as he grips his pistol tucked behind him in the waistband of his slacks.

With the thief recognizing Tony’s voice and being momentarily stunned by the sight of two men rushing directly towards him, every precious second in-between has bought you all the more time to defend yourself.

Without hesitation, you swing your arm back and smash the chunk of rubble in your hand over the thief’s forehead twice with as much force as you can muster.

Before Tony and Manny can approach the two of you, the thief cries out in pain before slumping to the floor disoriented and beginning to heavily bleed from his forehead.

You back off from the man as much as you can, just a moment before Tony and you both make split-second eye contact then see the thief trying to reach for his knife over the pavement.

“Don’t fuckin’ think so!” Tony aims his gun at the thief’s legs, firing two shots into both kneecaps with impeccable accuracy. “Lady put you down for a fuckin’ reason!”

Your eyes bulge in horror as you watch the thief howl in pain—blood spurting from his shattered kneecaps and instantly immobilizing him and all of his movements.

Still clutching onto the chunk of rock in your hand, you stare back at the two strangers in front of you with caution but it’s more than clear to you that they aim to help you rather than rob or hurt you too.

“Damn,” Manny huffs, scowling down at the thief. “You again, huh? Fuck is your name? George something? Fuck you doing down here again?”

“NO! NO, STOP!” The thief shrieks the moment Tony takes another step toward him.

“You fuckin’ piece of shit,” Tony kicks up gravel towards him, cocking his pistol back and aiming it directly at the thief’s head this time. “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!”

“I-I don’t—I was going—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Tony shouts over him, wrapping his finger around the trigger.

“Dead end, man,” Manny shakes his head at the thief; his eyes trailing upward to meet yours for the first time.

“I teach you what happens when you fuck with my neighborhood,” Tony grits his teeth, pulling the trigger.

‘Holy fuck!’ You flinch from the impact of blood and brain matter splattering around the three of you, painting over the layers of dust upon the rubble mountain just behind you.

Tony’s expression and disposition almost immediately cool as he glances down at his gun with a hint of amusement in his eyes—tucking it behind him once again before turning to face you with Manny as if nothing just happened.

You breathe heavily, attempting to make sense of everything that occurred in front of you within just a few seconds—now standing just a few feet away from a corpse and two armed men curious to see you more than anything else.

Both men before you are complete strangers but from appearances alone, you’re already mistaking them for brothers.

Your eyes fall upon Tony and Tony only, taking into account his sweaty and frustrated demeanor and fierce attitude—drenched in grease and grime from the Havana heat and filth of the city.

The fading scar slashed over Tony’s left eye immediately attracts your attention but your newfound attraction to this man begins to grow all the more apparent to you now with each passing moment.

“Nice weapon,” Manny chuckles, gesturing to the chunk of rubble in your hand. “But no match for Tony’s gun.”

You clear your throat quietly, dropping the piece of rubble as your eyes dart over to Manny’s.

Manny’s hair is a disheveled mix of gel and sweat combed back and he carries a mischievous grin over his lips.

Taller than Tony but sharing the same lean, slim build, you notice a genuinely friendly and playful look in Manny’s expression and hear genuine care in his voice whereas with barely any conversation in or knowing who these two men are, its already become clear to you that Tony may as well be the “tough guy” between the two, but with no need to pretend.

“Hey,” Tony gives Manny a nudge, rolling his eyes. “Gotta give her credit. How was that, huh?” Tony smirks at you, impressed. “That was a good move. You know how to protect yourself.”

“I have to,” you reply back, still standing your ground and unaware of it.

“Good, I like that,” Tony grins back. “Lot of guys like that in other neighborhoods, but not lot of guys like me. We gotta look out for another, you know? I here, Manny here—” Tony gestures to Manny, revealing his name to you. “This is our place. We gotta do the lookout. You okay?” Tony begins to approach you.

“Yeah,” you remain still, steadying your breathing. “Just… Startled, that’s all.”

Tony’s eyes dart up and down your body from head to toe, looking for injury but also taking in the sight of what he likes at the same time. “Okay, good. Little cockroach didn’t hurt our new friend either.”

“You a tourist?” Manny asks.

“Barely,” you answer back, dusting off your hands. “I came here to see if the estate my father inherited existed.”

“Ah, yeah,” Tony purses his lips, “lot of tourists come down from time to time for that but see—” Tony gestures towards the pile of rubble to your side. “Nothing left. They always leave empty-handed. All gone.”

“This a junkyard now, man,” Manny agrees, nodding. “Nothing here no more.”

“Fuck’s sake,” you sigh to yourself in relief, touching your cheek where the petty criminal was about to dig his blade into. “There’s nothing, there’s just nothing. All of this for nothing.”

“Heh, no danger, no reward, huh?” Tony chuckles to himself, “but no problem for you. You an American. One made of money.”

“And what’s it to you?” You raise a brow, beginning to grow somewhat offended by the way Tony’s so openly and casually speaking to you.

“Nothing,” Tony holds back a laugh as Manny looks down at the ground with a wide smile on his lips. “Just saying, we won’t be so different later. We not gonna be down here no more, like you. No, Castro fucked this place good. We calling America home, starting tomorrow.”

“Miami, right?” It’s not the first you’ve heard of it, and certainly not the first from Havana.

“Oh, you know?” Manny blinks, looking up at you.

“You two would neither be the first nor the last, I’m assuming,” you reply back. “Yeah, I know something about it. I live in Miami myself. There’s a camp down in Florida already.”

“So you know where we going?” Tony seems all the more amused. “American tourist one step ahead of us. What you know about the place?”

“I know that you can be in that camp for longer than you ever thought you could be anywhere,” you tell him, “for months on end, waiting to get approved and get into the process for a green card. That’s what you’re after, isn’t it? You can barely do a thing without it there anyway.”

“Well, yeah,” Manny shrugs his shoulders, “we gonna live in the country.”

“You know a lot, not just little,” Tony’s gaze over you turns curious, “maybe you help us, huh? Like you Americans say, I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”

“I can’t say,” you stare back at Tony and Manny. “At least not here, and not now. The least you two could tell me are your names.”

“Tony,” Tony points to his chest with a devilish grin. “Antonio Montana.”

“Manny Ribera,” Manny says with a beaming smile.

“And you?” Tony’s eyes momentarily dart up from your chest to your eyes. “What you call yourself?”

“Celeste Navarro,” you introduce yourself—noticing Tony’s curious, wandering eyes already.

“Celeste Navarro…” Tony repeats to himself, “my first American friend and she wanna help me. All Americans like you must be so nice.”

“Only if you know who to talk to,” you crack a smile, nodding. “But you think I owe you two a favor now.”

“A favor? No, sweetheart,” a smirk forms over Tony’s lips, “not me, not Manny. Nothing.” Tony nudges the corpse of the thief aside with his foot, rolling the body over. “And you know, no worry about that. Bodies here disappear overnight. You know how it is. It dangerous here, so we can’t say it a favor. Just what you have to do. That’s why I carry one on me,” Tony pats his gun tucked in the back waistband of his slacks. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Tony,” Manny mutters, nudging his back. “Don’t say it like that, man.”

“I never said I was ungrateful,” you’re unphased by the comment. “I’m certainly not.”

“I know,” Tony rakes a hand through his choppy hair. “I never say goodbye either. I say you’re gonna remember these faces—my face. We not so far from each other, right? Not gonna be.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” you roll your eyes, up to your limit from enough tough guy talk. “But good luck anyway,” clutching your purse, you turn around to face the street and begin heading off.

“Don’t take no scenic route!” Tony shouts back after you.

Ignoring him, you roll your eyes and pick up your pace—only focused on getting the hell out of here and putting this day to rest knowing you could have gotten yourself killed over a pile of rocks and nothing more.

“Wow, man,” Manny cringes, putting his hands behind his back. “That could be better.”

“That was the best, man,” Tony boasts proudly. “You don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what, man?” Manny scoffs, chuckling.

“I thank her, she thank me,” Tony points out, “that’s all. Now if I American like her and I live in Miami—nuh uh, no way, man. No way,” Tony shakes his head, “I no coming down to see pile of rocks here even if someone tell me there’s a big house. No.”

“I don’t know, man,” Manny lets out a deep sigh of relief, “these Americans live different, you know?”

“She gonna see me again,” Tony decides, nodding.

“Tony, seriously—” Manny can no longer hold back his laughter, “it a small world here, huh?”

“Celeste, Celeste…” Tony murmurs, repeating your name. “I say this ‘cause you know how it’s gonna go.” Tony bends down, picking up a blood-stained chunk of rubble. “The police or whatever guys they got in the camps over there not gonna keep us safe. They just gonna ask the questions…”

Tony turns around, staring at the bloody, lifeless corpse of the thief before his feet. “Give you the green card, yes or no, but they gonna ask—” Tony’s eyes meet with Manny’s. “They gonna ask if you know an American, I gonna say yes. I say yes, I know Celeste Navarro. So she gonna see me again, Chico, not because she owe me for killing this cockroach. She gonna see me again because I wanna see her.”

[feyhunter78]

hello) You see what's the matter, I've been thinking for a long time, how could a jealous Elrond behave? Maybe something like when Galadriel returns together with Halbrand, and this cunning blacksmith has his eye on reader, and Elrond just: ??????? Something like that

You just write so well!

Sorry for wasting your time! 🫀🎈

Hi love!!! You are not wasting my time at all!! I love getting requests for Elrond!! I thought I'd make this in a little headcanon style! I hope you like it!!!

Jealous! Elrond Headcanon

Elrond is not typically a jealous man; he knows you love him, and he loves you

What he is though, is an insecure man, not all of the time, but when he sees you with someone that might in his mind be a better fit for you, he tends to spiral and doubt himself

Usually this results in his amping up the clinginess, he attaches himself to your side, kisses your temple, your hand, your forehead, and whispers compliments in your ear. Usually that works, and you shower him with affection having realized how he’s feeling.

Except it doesn’t work when Galadriel returns, bringing with her the King of the Southlands. Halbrand is a handsome man, with strong hands, a dry wit, and his eyes set on you.

You being the sweet person you are, stay by Halbrand’s side as he regales you with the stories of their travels, shushing Elrond, or gently pushing him away when he tries to interrupt.

Elrond is also very patient, so he gives you some time, he won't deny that the stories Halbrand tells are fascinating, but after a while he starts to feel anxious. What if you begin to prefer Halbrand’s company to his own? What can a herald offer when in contrast with a king? True, the Southlands are currently in ruin, but he is still a king.

You’re sitting across the crowded table from Halbrand listening intently as he tells the tale of his meeting with Galadriel to the other dinner guest when you feel Elrond’s hand on your knee. It’s warm and comforting, so you think nothing of it.

Then it starts to move higher, and you look at him out of the corner of your eye. He gives you an innocent look. When it bushes your clothed inner thigh, you grab it and turn slightly.

“Elrond.” You hiss, eyes wide.

He leans forward, looking as if he’s innocently whispering in your ear. “My sweet starlight, why do you turn from me? Why do you reject my touch? All I wish is to please the one who has captured my heart.”

“That is not appropriate at this time, my love.” You whisper back, an inkling of his motive appearing in your mind. “Are you jealous?”

He nips your earlobe, and you purse your lips to contain your surprised squeak.

“Do I need to be jealous, my starlight? I know you hold my heart in great esteem, I simply wished to repay the favor. Would you not like to leave here? Return to my chambers and let me feast on the greatest meal ever created?”

You stare down at your plate, trying to keep yourself calm.

“Let me feel you, sheathe myself in your warmth, until we both cry out in pleasure. I swear to you, I will pull the sweetest songs from your lips, over and over until the sun rises. Then we will begin again, until you beg me to stop, your pretty lips swollen and kiss-bruised, as you lay beneath me in ecstasy.” He purrs, fingers stroking your thigh.

Your heart races in your chest and you nod. “Lead the way.”

You both hastily get up from the table, and Elrond shoots a smug look at Halbrand before pressing his lips to your hand and leading you towards his chambers, fully intent on fulfilling his words.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Details, details, details… Book 6 Malleus and Vil

Please note that you're free to disagree or agree with any of my takes. Just be respectful!

I absolutely adore the way Yana Toboso writes her details. Everything matters, it may not matter at the moment, but it’s going to matter in the long run. In fact, I find it fun to see the details come back at us later on in the story.

Spoiler warning!

In book 6 when Vil turns into an old man due to being close to the underworld I was living in that moment. If you previously remember in book 6 Vil mentions his look on beauty and how he felt on aging. Basically, Vil remembers his overblot monster, the thing behind him during his overblot, he sees the Evil Queen when she’s old. When he learns the overblot monster is a deeper look on the user he’s not sure what to think. Perhaps he wasn’t as beautiful as he made himself out to be. Which made sense as Vil states that he associated beauty with youth, so to see the opposite shocked him.

Which essentially sets us up to almost expect that it’s going to be Vil who turns old. In the end Vil will have to come face to face with the looks of aging. That of course takes a big mental toll on Vil as he practically cries for the rest of the story. To be fair I think anyone would be shocked to go from young to old that fast. Not to mention that Vil would have been stuck in that position if it wasn’t for Malleus.

Of course, as strong as Vil is there was very little chance of him being able to go back to normal all on his own. So, to see Malleus change him up shows us a number of things. First, Malleus remembered his previous favor that Vil owed him, which he is now able to repay. This gift of beauty, which correlates to Sleepy Beauty who is granted the gift of beauty. Although it's given by Flora, it’s another fun detail that goes to show how strong Malleus is. Plus, I believe Malleus has mentioned something similar to this in his Valentine’s card.

In return this gets Malleus thinking about how truly alone he’ll become. Malleus visually sees that in a blink of an eye everyone around him will wither and die. Lilia in return compares human life to that of a thread on a spinning needle. While human lives are weak, when bounded together human lives create strong bonds. We see from Lilia’s words that he values humans greatly, but for Malleus he’s left wondering.

Once everything has returned to normal, Malleus is still left questioning the very things he’s learned. Which is when Lilia tells Malleus to remember to not be so down because it’s not a face the next head should have. This sets us up as a reminder that Malleus views Lilia as a parent figure but is blocked by his position. I think this small detail sets us up for the major plot points in book 7.

The scene right after this one is another small detail for book 7. Lilia, who is considering playing games late at night, causes Silver to worry. Here we’re shown that Silver is able to clearly state his feelings towards Lilia. There is no position he has to be wary of, to Silver, Lilia is his father whom he can treasure. With that Lilia continues on without a worry because he has his home right there. As long as those three are with him nothing could bother him. Lilia truly loves them.

Now how is Malleus in this situation? Well, he’s a hot mess and leads us to book 7.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jill Filipovic:

If you haven’t yet listened to it, this interview between Lulu Garcia-Navarro of the New York Times and vice presidential candidate JD Vance is well worth hearing in full. It is at once disarming and terrifying. Vance, unlike the man at the top of his ticket, speaks like a competent, intelligent person. He comes across as smart and thoughtful. He appears to have moments of real empathy and humanity. And then you tune into what he’s actually saying (and refusing to say).

One of the more revealing moments of the conversation was in what initially sounds like a nice story. Vance talks about his conversion to Catholicism, and he gives a thoughtful answer about what drew him to the church. And he said his wife Usha, who grew up Hindu but fairly secular, was incredibly supportive: “she was, like, really into it,” Vance said. “Meaning, she thought that thinking about the question of converting and getting baptized and becoming a Christian, she thought that they were good for me, in sort of a good-for-your-soul kind of way. And I don’t think I would have ever done it without her support, because I felt kind of bad about it, right? Like, you didn’t sign up for a weekly churchgoer. I feel terrible for my wife because we go to church almost every Sunday, unless we’re on the road.” That’s a really lovely answer! And it illustrates what sounds like a pretty lovely marriage between two considerate people who want the other to be happy; they compromise, and they also recognize when they are asking a lot of their partner.

[....]

I actually hit pause and replayed this section because it was so bizarre. To be clear, Usha’s three kids are JD Vance’s three kids. He did not marry a single mom. These are his own children. And yet he describes them as his wife’s. He says he “helps” with them (have you ever heard a mother say she “helps” with her own offspring?). And my head really spun at the “she feels more responsibility” comment, which just makes no sense. He’s the one who wants to go to church, and to whom this community is important. She’s there to support him. Why would she feel more responsibility to keep the kids quiet? Wouldn’t he want to repay the favor she’s doing him by doing more to make the whole experience easier for everyone? The answer is that she’s the woman, and so of course the kids are her job.

This is fundamental to understand about JD Vance: He is obsessed with the idea of the traditional family, which means couples absolutely must have children, but those children are the mother’s responsibility to raise. The father’s role is one of authority and provision, but not real engagement or anything resembling equal care.

[...]

You’ll note that Vance, for all of his obsession with children and families, did not quit his job to raise his own children (he relied on his mother-in-law for that). He did not have as many children as God gave him; he seems to have carefully planned the family he desired. He did not sacrifice his career or his education or his political ambitions; only his wife has done that. He is obsessed with having children, but he doesn’t see even his own children as primarily his responsibility. Children are an idea to him, part of an ideal society he wants to build — one in which men are, like Vance, not actually equally responsible for the raising of children. Raising children is women’s work — and it’s not labor we can justify forgoing. None of this comes out of ignorance. It comes out of seeing and understanding just how difficult JD Vance’s ideal world would be for women, and wanting to impose those difficulties anyway. The tone of the interview, though, hardly sounded his harsh. And that’s what was so jarring about it: It sounded like a nice, normal conversation unless you really paid attention to the content. But sometimes, the mask slipped.

[...] This is who JD Vance is: A chameleon. He’s a man who has had to make himself into many different people, and in many ways that’s an admirable skill. But he seems to have ceded a moral core for a hard-right philosophical one. Where there perhaps used to be real empathy there is now the practiced miming of empathy. Where there were once hard moral lines — Trump is America’s Hitler, to use Vance’s own words — there are now porous borders. And as Vance’s moral center became more malleable, his very specific philosophy around family, children, and female obligation seems to have hardened.

Jill Filipovic has a good piece on JD Vance and his backwards 1950s-esque view on gender roles.

[skeith-platinumprincess]

Today I would like to go over the history of an alternate universe Spider-Man who was created solely to be a gag character but in recent years has been getting actual serious attention. I am of course referring to:

Patrick O'Hara, the Web-Slinger.

The Web-Slinger first debuted in the very original Spider-Verse event but don't go into this expecting to read much of him. Unlike other popular Spider characters like Spider-Gwen and Peni Parker he didn't get his own issue to tell you his origin or anything like that. No, he was instead part of the book's gag team.

Throughout the original Spider-Verse event we would occasionally get to check in on Miles Morales and Drake Bell Ultimate Spider-Man recruiting the goofier spider-people across the multiverse. We even got a full issue of them recruiting the 1967 cartoon Spider-Man! At one point in this requirement spree we check in on them and see that at some point they recruited a cowboy Spider-Man

That's basically it for Web-Slinger's role in the original Spider-Verse. No name, no actual lines other than Yehaaaw, and after this point he's just in a few background panels.

Someone at Marvel must have really liked this idea though as he made more appearances in later Spider-Verse events. Such as in Spider-Geddon where he gets to be alongside Superior Spider-Man, Spiders-Man, and Spider-Punk as a team of Spider-Men who are willing to kill people

Spider-Geddon also gave us Vault of Spiders, a collection of short stories set in the universes of various Spider-People. Here we got a 7 page story showcasing Web-Slinger in his own world fighting against his version of Morbius. This little story also gave confirmation that yes, he shoots webs from his guns. They are literal web shooters

Next up we have what it easily Web-Slinger's biggest apperance: the 2019 Spider-verse event. In this comic Miles Morales has to jump from universe to universe helping various spider-people fight crime. It's a fun little book even if it doesn't serve much purpose. I'd love if they brought the concept back for some sort of Spider-Verse Team Up.

Anyway, the fourth issue of this book has Miles travel to Web-Slinger's universe, now officially numbered as Earth-31913, to help him save a Mexican village being raided by El Escorpion.

Basically everything we know about Web-Slinger comes from this issue since it's the only time he has really gotten to shine. So here are a few details we learn about him here.

His version of Uncle Ben was not his uncle, but rather a war buddy of his. I cannot tell if it was the Civil War or the American-Mexican war though

Yes, his horse, named Widow, WAS bit by a radioactive spider, the same spider bit both of them which gives them a telepathic link to each other. They call it the Rider Sense

His name is Patrick O'Hara, in previous appearances he used the name Parker, but that was in fact a fake name. He only tells Miles this because he trusts him

That wasn't the last we saw of Webslinger though, we actually got to see him and his earth again earlier this year in Extreme Venomverse. Usually the Venomverse stories will either take place in a earth that is only slightly different from Earth-616 or they'll be in their own world with no connection to anything. As far as I can tell the only times a Venomverse story have set themselves in the universe of an already established alternate Spider-Man were Venom Noir from this month and last month with Extreme Venomverse #3

After passing out from wounds in the desert, Web-Slinger finds himself nursed back to health by a woman named Madame Brock. To repay the favor he helps Ms. Brock fight off a pack of goons who are threatening to burn down her place of business.

And that is the Web-Slinger's most recent appearance in the medium of comics. However he has seemingly gotten popular enough to start appearing in other mediums. He got to team up with Drake Bell Ultimate Spider-Man once again when that cartoon did a Spider-Verse storyline AND he got to appear briefly in Across the Spider-Verse, Miles even steals Widow from him here!

[repeatsquared]

A Life for a Life - 4

Chapter 3 Recap: After an interview from the police and healing for a few days from injuries, Alex finds themself facing crowds of interviewers trying to get an inside scoop, fear of the new change and what that could mean for them, and a surprising invite from a coworker.

Word Count: 1,944

Trigger Warning: Non-graphic violence, drinking, isolation

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When 6 o'clock came they were already waiting in the lobby. The two women were still at reception, chatting amongst themselves and gathering their belongings. Another man sat near Alex, in one of the plush armchairs resting against the glass.

Lucas. He had an office - not just a cubicle - sitting on the second to top floor. He wore a deep blue suit, black undershirt, and a red tie. His skin obviously wore an artificial tan, given from the pale circles around his eyes, clashing with his bleached blonde hair. They had never gotten along, yet they managed to avoid animosity over the years.

Lucas paid no mind to Alex, instead focusing in on his phone, scrolling through loud videos that almost echoed around the room. It was either out of pure ignorance or a show of some kind. Either way, Alex did their best to tune it out, favoring the look of their scuffed leather shoes tapping quietly on the tile floor.

Gracie arrived late, accompanied by two more people. They headed towards the seating area, catching the attention of Alex, who promptly stood, and had to wait until Lucas finished one of his many videos. He only stood after insisting on showing it to a Gracie and the other man with her, standing with a sigh to sling an arm around her shoulders.

"We ready, babe?" He didn't wait for an answer, shooting an impossibly bright smile to the man. "Hey, Jacob, your bitch meeting up with us? She was fun last time.'

"Hey man, don't say that shit," despite the protest, Jacob was laughing, staring straight down at his phone. "She'll be there, don't worry. Let's get going, yeah?"

They fell into a pattern of chatter, gathering themselves and heading to the door. Alex stayed in the back, and quiet, unsure of whatever bar had been chosen.

"What, the nerd's coming with us?" Lucas murmured in a not-so-quiet whisper to Gracie, earning him a swift slap to the chest. "Oh come on, think they're hot shit cause they-"

"So, Alex, have you ever been to The Tap Room?" Lucas' smile dropped, instead replaced with something closer to a grimace, annoyed at the interruption from Gracie.

"Can't say I have." Alex reached up, scratching the back of their head. "I don't get out much." They shot a weak smile, an attempt at reassurance. They weren't expecting the others to be as accepting of their presence. If it got bad enough they would just leave.

"Ohhh, it's so nice! Lucas is a VIP, so we get a pretty nice table whenever we go." Gracie continued on, only stopping when pulled snug to his side.

"Yeah, I give 'em a lot of business, so that's how they repay me," he sighed, as if going out drinking was taxing. "Take some of my incoming clients there. Y'ever take clients out like that, Alex?"

Alex didn't answer, diverting their gaze and glancing around at people they passed on the sidewalk. This was already a stern reminder why they never did this sort of thing.

Their silence was rewarded with no more pointed questions, and the group fell into the same chatter as before. Alex felt calmer, raising their gaze from the cracked concrete in favor of glancing at people passing by, the tightly packed buildings, cars honking and getting stuck in rush hour traffic. Despite their desire for silence, they always loved the sounds of the city.

What they didn't love was the sound of bars. Looking back on it, the only bar they had ever visited was a shabby, quiet one filled with a handful of locals at their hometown. Their mother had insisted on it for their "coming-of-age" party. It was easier back then, feigning interest enough to enjoy themself.

The Tap Room felt much too expensive for a name like that. Alex had expected a rather shabby bar. Sticky floors, drab interior, the works. Instead, it was filled with vibrant LED lighting, a long and sleek black bar, coupled with four bartenders calmly moving around one another to make drinks. It was relatively quiet, save for light chatter between groups and pop music playing over the speakers. The air felt stiff.

Alex couldn't help their eyes from wandering all over the room, taking notice of mirrors and a significant lack of decoration. The lights seemed to take care of most of it, all colors of the rainbow pulsing rhythmically along with the music.

They were almost immediately led straight back, towards the back wall where three black doors sat. There were no numbers of indicators on them, and the only semblance of decoration was a black handle. It opened to reveal a very short hallway, and a curtain. Alex couldn’t understand the desperate need for this amount of privacy, especially during such a public activity.

Behind the black curtain was a much version of the rest of the club. LED lights colored the room, which was largely dominated by a couch, curved into an incomplete ellipse. A smaller, also circular, table sat in front of it. The rest of the room was fairly plain, no decoration. It almost felt sad to waste such a nice space with such bland design.

Lucas walked in first, waving a hand to send Gracie into the middle. He followed suit, with the other woman (who Alex had yet to be introduced to) taking the other side of Gracie. Alex slid in next to her, keeping a comfortable, but not awkward, distance, with Jacob sitting across from them, next to Lucas.

”Alex, what sort of thing do you like to drink?” Gracie called, shooting a wide smile. She didn’t seem to notice the arm Lucas wrapped around her shoulder, bringing her in a bit tighter.

“Oh, uh,” Alex blanked, staring down at the table for a moment. It had been a while since they had a drink. “Gin and tonic?” They eventually decided, giving a slight strung.

“I’ve never been able to stand those, I like the fruity drinks.” She laughed, the other woman following suit. “You okay if I pay for you? As a thanks to you coming out.”

“That’s alright, you really don’t ha-“

“Yeah, Grace, don’t worry about it.” Lucas cut them off, his eyes burning holes into Alex’s. “Hot shot over here can take care for themselves.”

Alex felt their face burn, looking away in shame. Of course this was how it would be. It was stupid of them to think that this time would be any different.

“Cut it out, Lucas, leave them alone,” Gracie hissed out, shrugging his arm off of her shoulders. “I’m gonna pay for your drink, okay?” She smiled again, and Alex couldn’t help the flutter in their chest.

“Okay. Thank you.” They smiled, now avoiding the piercing stare of her partner.

Alex sat in silence as they ordered on a small tablet in the room, and gave no protest to the drink being purchased for them. The drinks were served quickly, passed out to each person. They sipped at the drink, clutching it between two hands as if it would be taken away if it hit the table again. This time, they were incorporated into light discussions regarding the company, though personal gossip is when they fell back into silence.

Jacob gradually became more agitated, checking his phone often. Eventually he declared that his girlfriend wouldn’t be coming, much to Lucas’ disdain. They continued on without her, however hard it was. Alex couldn’t comprehend the desire for such a “party animal” when the company of Gracie had been pleasant. She was kind, chatty, and funny, more than they could say about any of the other three at the table.

“Do you want another? Or something else?” Gracie began offering almost immediately after their glass emptied, already reaching for the tablet.

“No, no, I’m all good.” Alex waved a hand, still holding onto the glass. “I don’t drink often, so I just wanna have a clear head on the walk back home.”

She narrowed her eyes, though it wasn’t in the typical judgmental way that they had grown accustomed to. Playful. It made them smile.

“Anyways, I think I’m gonna head off.” They set the glass down, standing and gathering their jacket. “Thank you, I appreciate the invitation. And the drink. I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Oh, of course!” She started to stand, attempting to move overtop of her partner. “Here, let me walk you out-“

“All good, babe, I got it,” Lucas placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back into the seat. He stood, narrowed eyes staring into Alex’s once more. “Come on, I’ll help you get a cab.”

Alex’s throat ran dry, but they merely nodded, shooting an awkward wave to Gracie before following Lucas back out of the room.

The club had grown more lively by then, and so did the rest of the street. They began to take notice of the bars lining the road, ones they had previously never acknowledged before. It was an interesting realization. It was easy to get drowned out into the sound.

Following Lucas was easy, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Most people were dressed in business casual or club attire, while his full suit and bleached hair acted like a neon locator. He walked towards the street, pausing to wave a hand.

“Don’t talk to her again.” He stated, turning to stare down at Alex. “I mean it.”

They stared into the street, hands fidgeting. They didn’t want to meet those eyes again. “She talked to me.” The murmur barely left their lips, and they were shocked Lucas could even hear them.

The man almost immediately grabbed onto to the collar of their shirt, dragging them only a few inches from his face. “The fuck did you say to me?” He hissed out, spittle landing on Alex’s nose. “Watch yourself. You’re lucky she’s in there or I’d lay you out. Just because your stupid ass got lucky doesn’t make you hot shit. Got it?”

Alex stared at his nose, painfully aware of their hands trembling at their sides. “Got it.” Their voice shook with each syllable, barely over a whisper.

Lucas scoffed, pushing them back a couple feet. “Pussy. Knew you didn’t have the balls to do that shit.” He spat the words out like venom, turning to walk off.

Alex clenched their fists, still shaking, though now out of anger. They didn’t think, their brain working on its own, moving their legs straight after the man. The weren’t going to tolerate it anymore, the judgement and abuse. They had stood up for themselves before, and they could do it again.

“Hey, Lucas!” They called, reaching out a hand to grab his shoulder. Their lips parted to call out another sentence, but the words were lost as a fist crashed into their cheekbone, just under their eye. They rocked backwards, stars flooding their vision.

They couldn’t focus, head spinning from pain, anger, embarrassment. It was almost a shock when they weren’t struck again, instead left lying on the ground for a few moments.

Their head spun, eye throbbing. Tears stung their vision, and it was all they could do to not break down into tears right then and there. Not with all of the people around them, not when they could be seen.

Alex let out a shaky breath as they pushed up, one hand grabbing onto their ribs and the other gently pressed against the goose egg swelling onto their face. Head down, they looked towards the blinding lights of the street, releasing their ribs to wave down a cab.

It was time to leave.

Chapter 5

[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 4

This will be a six part story. This chapter has no smut.

The Forbidden Door meeting

I wake up before Jay, my mind refusing to shut off. I lay there in the early morning light watching him sleep. I’m overwhelmed by how much I’m falling in love with him my chest gets tight at the thought that he might get hurt because of me. A tear falls down my face. Jays eyes open “ Hey, what’s wrong?” Still half asleep, “Nothing”I say and try to smile. Now fully awake “We don’t do that remember” He’s rolls on his side facing me. “So I’m going to ask you again, what’s wrong?” I can tell he’s bracing himself. “ I’m worried you’re going to get hurt because of me.” His hand strokes my face moving a strand of hair, “It won’t be because of you, it’s real but we will all be professionals. Besides I’d bet you’d be cute in a nurses outfit.” I laugh and the tension is broken.

Jays phone rings, “Hey Will, she’s fine why? I don’t think she’s looked at her phone in the past two days. No that’s exactly what happened, yeah I haven’t talked to anyone over there yet. I appreciate it man, I’ll repay you the favor. You’re right an excuse to get Finlay out is a good enough reason. I’ll let her know.” he hangs up. “ Apparently you need to look at your phone, you’ve got a good portion of people worried about you.”

I sigh heavily and pick up my phone, and hand it to Jay. “Please, I can’t right now.” He scrolls through my messages and I can tell he’s deleting the ones that he knew I wouldn’t want to read. “Your dad texts like a psycho.” Handing me back the phone.

I start to read the text out loud

The Bang Bang Brats

“Are you our new mom?”

ELP <3

Tell Jay GOD is ready to join Gold.

Ospreay

Whatever you need it’s yours? I had no clue about your dad and Finlay, next time you decide to get married let a guy know okay. I’m sorry love I wasn’t there for you.

ZSJ

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Finlay really? Why didn’t you say something, I could’ve done something. You really got a thing for those Bullet Club boys, I warned you about them years ago. I have to say of the lot Jay is the best of them. Be happy love, it’ll all be fine, if you need anything let me know.

“I’m glad I read them”I sighed and smiled. I leaned my head over on Jays shoulder, he put his hand in mine brushing my knuckles. “ I’m glad you did to, it seems you have quite the fan club. Love” in the absolute worst British accent I’ve ever heard, his eyes showing his amusement when I turned to look at him. He kissed me softly, resting his forehead on mine. “We better get ready before, I cancel the meetings and we just stay here. “

We got ready and were downstairs when the first knock came. Matt,Nick, Page, Cole, Kenny Tony and Rocky were all there. Followed by a catering team , who asked where to set up . “ Just put it on the island “ Jay said casually winking at me, as he predicted my face turned pink.

I sat beside him at the table. Everyone else gathered with Tony at the head of one end with Kenny at the other. Jays body tensed as he stares down the table at Kenny. I put my hand on his thigh trying to give him support, he could never let being Kenny’s young boy go, mainly because Kenny insisted on reminding him of it at any chance he had.

Tony started “ Good Morning, I trust everyone had a good evening last night. Thank you all for being here. I was told the result of the private vote was to move forward with a forbidden door program. I’ve spoken with President Tannashi and he agrees that it’s time for the Bullet Club Civil War. The only stipulation is that it can be any member of the club that was current or retired prior to Saturdays incident. We will need rosters from each group and we will be preparing the matches out of interest and fairness. However the main event will be David vs Jay. Loser loses his club, the winner has the right to include or exclude the others current members, but only one club will be recognized after the match. “

A low rumbling went around the table as the words sank in.

Tony slides a contract towards me, “ I’m presenting you both with a talent and employment contract. You will see that the terms of talent are through forbidden door but that the employment offer for you to be in talent relations is a five year deal.You’ve worked hard and you deserve this. However, you will need to be on screen with Jay, I will leave that to the two of you to discuss how and what the presentation is going to be. “ My eyes were as big as saucers, I never wanted to be on screen talent. Jay took my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I said.

Kenny spoke next “ Jay, you really couldn’t let Japan go could you. I left the keys in your hands you had it all but you had to come here you had to bring Bullet Club with you. You’ve had to make your mess my mess. Now you’re trying to be the savior of bullet club because it’s all you have. I don’t even understand why I’m here or what I have to do with any of this. I’m part of the Elite and was part of the version of Bullet Club that brought this whole thing to prominence. The fact that this all over some girl who was making shitty choices because she has Daddy issues. “

With that Jay slid back from the table and yanked Kenny up by his collar. “Say what you want about me, but you keep her out of your mouth. You don’t even realize that your best days are behind you, Ospreay and I both made sure of that, and if I need to I’ll finish it myself. If you want to align with Finlay go ahead, I’ll take on the both of ya. As for now though get the fuck out of my house.”

Matt and Nick got in between both of them. Jay let Kenny go, but dared him to say anything further. “Matt Nick let’s go” Kenny said. “Not this time Kenny. You’ve gone too far.”Matt said regretfully . Kenny looked around the table for support , none of the other men will meet his eyes. I however refused to look away from him my jaw set firm, and hard. Kenny stormed out the front door slamming it behind him.

“He’ll calm down, he’s out injured anyway. He insisted on being here because he’s an EVP. I’m sorry I didn’t expect him to disrespect your home. The fact that you’re prioritizing someone you care about, is a regret he still has and has never gotten over“ Matt said .

“Who have you heard from?” Tony asked changing the subject .

“As for Japan, you really don’t have much support Jay. The War Dogs, Kenta, Owens , House of Torture are all together. GOD said they texted you to let you know that they will be aligning with Gold. You have a lot of support from United Empire and TMDK that have offered to do matches on the road to forbidden door in hopes that they can keep them fatigued. That’s about all you’ve got. “ Rocky said

“ So I need what 10 -12 guys? “ Jay said “Closer to 15 guys I’m afraid.” Rocky said.

“Matt, Have you heard from AJ , Deviit or Cody?”

“ they’re all sitting this out, which numbers wise works better for us. “ Matt confirmed.

“ What about Austin and Bey?” I asked trying to do the math in my head.

Jay picked up his phone “ Hey Chris, I need to know where you are on this whole thing. We’d love to have y’all. Thanks man talk soon.” They’re in . I think we have our numbers..”

“I want Gabe “ Page said abruptly, “he’s been running his mouth too fucking long about me. It needs to be a death match.”

“We want Connor’s and Maloney they keep shitting on our legacy. I’m sick of it. “ Nick added

“ I think Japan would be agreeable to this.” Tony said and Rocky nodding his head.

“ Cole do you have anyone you’d like to take out personally? “ Jay asked

“Coughlin, and if I’ve got to team with page to get to him then that’s what we need to do death match and all. “ Cole not loving the idea of a death match but wanting Coughlin more.

“What about you sweetheart, what do you want out of this?” Jay asked

“ I just want to y’all to come out safe.” I said.

“That’s no fun sweetheart, I mean who do you want to slap, or kick in the balls, something that you get to do on the talent side. “

“My father, and Finlay.” Laughing at the idea.

“Tony you’ve created a monster, I’m afraid . She’s been thinking about this a while. Britt can help her get ring ready..” Cole offered

“I think that’s it for a while guys I’ll get the paperwork to you for signature and review.” Which was the dismissal from Tony.

Everyone stayed a little longer. They wanted to talk about my on screen presentation. “ I never thought I’d be on screen, I was content in the background.” I said. “ Well you’ve been given two contracts from Tony so you’re in. Now it’s about your presentation, you’ll need one move that you can execute well. .” Matt said. “ What’s your favorite move of all time. “ Jay asked“ The Superkick” the other four men answered in unison. Jay looked at me “Seriously?” I shrugged my shoulders "I was an hbk fan what can I say. “

“She actually has a fairly decent one, we’ve worked with her on it before. She wanted Shawn’s so I worked on it with her it’s been a while though.” Cole shrugged “ What style is she going for asked Page, the bullet club bunnies aren’t going to work….” I’m not doing that hell no.” I cut him off abruptly. “ I think I just want a slightly sexy black and gold look. Jeans, heels a tank or bustier. “ I was actually feeling pretty pleased with the idea.

“ You’ll wear my jacket though, we can modify one, you can have either the switchblade or bullet club logo. If you go with the logo I’d like you to wear a golden switch blade necklace. Just on camera.” Jay said. "Now wait a minute, you don’t need for it to look like you own her.” Page said “ I’m okay with it, it’s pretty rock n roll actually. I’d rather look rock n roll than a ring rat, besides bullet club has always been cool. And it’s something we are all doing together. I’m going to go with the gold logo and the necklace. When I’m with everyone and if it’s just Jay and I I’ll have the switchblade logo. I need not to be damsel in distress.” The guys seem to be in agreement and they started working on story lines. I needed a break, so I excused myself.

I found myself a little place on the back porch in a rocking chair that overlooked the property. “ How are you doing Darlin?” Page asked handing me a glass of whiskey

“It’s been a lot, but I’m happy.” I smiled

“So you and Jay huh? “ he questioned

“He and I spent a lot of time together when y’all left for AEW. It was he and I and the new bullet club for a while. we hung out a ton he and I shared an apartment as room mates. It feels right, and honestly I was a little surprised how comfortable this all is. He gets me Adam, when I ran out of the wedding and I was in the car and started having a panic attack, he got me through it like it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t bring it up or make me feel shitty about it. I think I’m in love with him.”

Jay was stepping out on the porch, with a blanket.

“I’m gonna head back in, I just wanted to check on you.” as page started to excuse himself. “ Hey Adam, don’t feel like you’ve got to go on my account. I need everyone to understand nothings changed she still needs you guys. Honestly I was bringing her a blanket the wind from the north kicks up and it can get cool quick. “ Jay handed me a blanket and a kiss on the top of the head and disappeared back inside.

“Who the fuck was that guy and what did you do with Jay ?” I just laughed , page took a seat on the wooden steps and looked out. The easy quiet. It’s always been easy to be quiet with him. He broke the silence as the sun started going down, “I’m happy for you. Kenny was out of line and you deserve what all the rest of us have a safe place that feels like home. Matt said he took care of you on the contracts, none of us want you to be obligated to be in a position that you need anyone but yourself.”“Thanks Adam”, he bent down as hugged me.

I followed him back inside realizing he was the last one leaving. As I walked him out Jay came out of the kitchen. “Everything okay? “ he said . “ Yeah, it’s what we do, we sit in silence, sometimes it’s a big conversation, sometimes it’s nothing.Its nice knowing someone is there.” I walked towards him his arms opened and pulled me in.

“So you’re in love me” he said softly, “ I am” I answered back.

I pull back and I’m trying to read his face, “”Are you okay ? I didn’t mean for you to hear that, I’m not trying to…”

“ Sweetheart , that was the best part of my day, I need you to know that. In answer to your question no I’m not okay, Kenny got under my skin again. He’s just a smug son of a bitch. “

I took his hand and led him to the couch I sat down, “ Sit down in front of me. I’m going to take care of you but go ahead and keep talking.” He sat down between my legs and faced the fire in the hearth. I began running my fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. “ He’s always been a dick, he was so mad when I wouldn’t join his club , he couldn’t stand that I wouldn’t bow to the great Kenny Omega. That I could do more outside of his shadow that I didn’t need his approval, I had Okadas. That’s when my game began to take what was his. Today when he started in on you that was it. “ I pull his hair a little bit just enough to break his tension, “That feels good. it’s been along time since someone took care of me. Sure there were women but they all wanted the character, not me. I got to the point I looked forward to the dinners you’d make in that tiny apartment, the way you’d stream terrible television, the way you’d watch AEW studying it, but also buying completely in. “ I move my hand to the back of his neck rubbing the knots out of his neck, he groaned, then continued “ I’ve been in love with you for years. Your selfless nature, your kind heart, the way you’d support and comfort all of us. I loved the way you put the jacket on me before I went out to the ring, the way you’d take care of me when I was injured . You’d listen to me rant, scream and breakdown.” He reached back and took my hands off his neck and turned around kneeling in front of me. “Marry Me, I mean will you marry me?”

I gasped at his words, my brain processing everything he said tears came down my face, “ Yes Jay I will.”

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Hi!! I was really interested in your point of view regarding the pre fall scene, I haven't seen anyone talk about it in that way before. Why / how does it change their relationship?

To me, what makes the whole of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship so meaningful is that these are two old, supernatural beings whose entire (love) story takes place on Earth. They met, they made their homes, they fell in love, all of this on Earth. And that's just the foundation of their relationship and story to me.

For Aziraphale, this means that Crowley-the-demon is the ONLY version of Crowley that he's known. In Eden, he lifts up his wing over Crowley to shield him from the rain and this scene is so impactful because it's an angel reaching out and protecting this demon he just met, someone who should be his enemy, right after the Fall of Man. It comes from Aziraphale's kindness alone. Season 2's pre-Fall scene cheapens this by having Crowley protect Aziraphale first, which just makes it seem like in Eden Aziraphale is just repaying the favor.

In season one, when Aziraphale says "you were an angel once," it is meant as this nebulous thing. All demons were once angels, he means. All demons have the capacity to be good. Aziraphale is in denial that Heaven is anything but Good, but he at least is aware that Heaven doesn't hold the monopoly on it. After season 2's pre-Fall scene, this changes the context to "I remember what you were like in Heaven, and you could be that again." And this is enforced when Aziraphale, in season two, says "I know the angel that you were." Which leaves such a fucking bad taste in my mouth.

Aziraphale does not believe that Crowley is good because he was an angel once. He knows Crowley is good because ever since he met this demon on the walls of Eden, Crowley has expressed sympathy with the plight of humanity and has done what he can to help, even when it puts him in direct danger from Hell.

Before season 2 came out, when we just had the book and season one to go off, the Eden scene was Aziraphale and Crowley's first meeting. Period. We could play around in the sand-box of "what if they did know each other before the Fall?" and it was fun! I liked some of those fics! But I never wanted it to be canon because I always felt deeply that that just isn't what Aziraphale and Crowley's story is about.

And you could say, well, I like the pre-Fall scene because it shows that Aziraphale has known every version of Crowley, but he prefers this version, the demon with yellow snake eyes who does good and tries to hide it. And that's a fair interpretation! But I still think that it's just making the best of what we've got.

Crowley and Aziraphale treasure earth and humanity so deeply. I think that their story should start on earth, watching over the humans they love so much. That's the story I prefer.