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Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader
Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince
Notes: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.
Warnings: angst | fluff | ghosting mention | mentions of suicide | language | mental health | pining | unrequited love????? | substances (alc & weed) | overdose | yelling | grief | descriptions of panic attacks| eventual smut
Notes: This is my first time really writing so let me know what you think, I'm probably gonna do more just for me. If there's something I should add/remove from the tags please let me know. I hope you enjoy :)
A year after their soft open, The Bear is like a well oiled machine, working perfectly as Richie calls out the orders and their corresponding tables. Carmen’s on auto pilot as he works, doing his best to not think about where he was this time last year: breaking down in the walk-in and subsequently breaking up with Claire. If you can even call it a break up, he still isn't sure if they were actually dating.
He’s pulled from his thoughts as Fak enters again announcing the final table of the night was just seated. Almost from memory Richie calls out your name and party of one, doing more than trowing Carm from his thoughts; practically gut-punching him through the thick metal wall of the walk-in with memories of New York, not the asshole of an executive chef he worked for but of the calm and blissful three months he had from December to February with you.
Before his life got uprooted.
Before The Beef.
Before Mikey…
He’s brought back as Richie yells at him before he looks up at him, looking at his face.
“Cousin, you good?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don't look fine, chef.”
“I’m fine.” Carmen insists again.
Richie rolls his eyes as he returns to calling out orders for a moment.
“You look like your gonna throw up,” Sydney mutters.
“I’m fucking fine, Jesus fuck,” Carmen snaps. Stoping his task as he looks up to Sydney then Richie, whose still scribbling something down.
“Take five chef.” Richie says, still not looking up.
“Richie, I said-”
“It wasn't a request Carm.” Richie finally looks up at him, ever sense that test night a year ago, and when Richie started wearing suits, hes been more final in his input. Telling and suggesting and researching rather than just complaining. Fuck he even learned to do more prep properly to help out on the busier nights. Why Richie even stayed after that night he isn’t sure, the shit he said was fucked. He wouldn't have blamed him, Syd, or anyone else for walking out on him if they did.
“Syd take over for Carm, Tina for Syd, and Alex for Tina; Carm needs a sec.” If the uniformed call of “Yes Chef” from the kitchen doesn't do it, the sudden movement of the kitchen to function without him more than solidifies it. Carmen’s taking five wether he wants to or not.
Not wanting a repeat of a year ago, Carm takes to the office instead, seeing Sugar seated at the desk looking at paperwork, all shes been relegated to now that shes just had little Mikey. A name Carmen was surprisingly happy to approve of when Pete brought it up to the two of them, asking if it was okay. Nat had nearly bawled her eyes out thanks to the combination of pregnancy hormones and the normal grasp she had on her emotions compared to Carmen.
“You look like your gonna throw up,” she says, glancing up from the papers before her. A half hearted fuck off is all she gets in responce as Carmen flops back on the soft leather couch in the office. She tosses him the pepto before she turns to sign something.
“You wanna talk about why Richie kicked you off?” she asks, her back still turned.
“It’s nothing,” he says before taking a swig of the pink liquid as he sits up and faces her.
“It’s not nothing if you look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that,” she says turning and gesturing vaguely at him. “Like you just found out Santa isn’t real or some-fucking-thing.” Carmen shakes his head avoiding her gaze and looking out the door with a huff. Crossing his arms trying to end the conversation. It wasn't that he never wanted to talk about it, he did. He just didn't have the time.
The last time he had told any one about you, he had talked to Mikey about how awkwardly ended things with you. Mikey told him not to be a jagoff after hearing his rant. That was almost a week before he died. It became easier to not think about you because it always led to thoughts of Mikey. How Carm should have known or should have talked to him more about how he was, how the beef was doing, how ma and Natilie were, if there was anything Michael wanted to get off his chest or was stressed about or something other than Carmen's girl problems.
Then Carm had to worry about selling his apartment in New York, quitting his job, getting an apartment here and moving, running The Beef, which was its own massive undertaking, turning it into The Bear and worrying about Claire, dishes, codes, tests, money that was likely tied to the mob via Uncle Jimmy, chefs, the building, new hires, the test night and the the dreaded walk-in he had to thank for letting him rant until he talked out of his ass and fucked up his personal life even more.
“Fine whatever avoid it if you want but thats not going to make it any better,” Nat huffed out, rolling her eyes as she turned. Carmen knew she was right, but that didn't make it any easier. But if the Al-Anon meetings had taught him anything it was that talking about it did actually help.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, leg bouncing with the nerves of from trying to find the words he wanted to say.
“When I was in New York,” he started, already feeling a nervous sweat breakout on his face, back, and hands. “There was this girl…”
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Hi everybody!
It's a new month, so that means it's time for another monthly site update and thank you post for Escher Girls' amazing Patreon subscribers. :)
First, for updates, I've restored quite a few tags and posts this month, mostly involving the Grimm Fairy Tales and Avengelyne tags including this Grimm Fairy Tales 2010 Swimsuit Special beach volleyball picture and the really funny gif edit of what's happening in it by @rachelthefish that I used for the update header because I love it so much. Also for restorations, I want to highlight this redraw of another Grimm Fairy Tales cover, as well as the post of the original cover it's based on.
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a get to know me game!
found this in my drafts, whoops! tagged by @gabessquishytum <3 thanks :)
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Were you named after anyone?
not named after, but my name means "Christ-like" which is so fucking cringe of my evangelical parents (and my middle name adds onto it like a full on biblical phrase. i hate my name and is mostly why i just go by Kris now)
Do you have kids?
no and i never will.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
i used to joke with my staff that im "practicing my sarcasm" because working in restaurant kitchens surrounded by sarcastic ass, misogynistic men, i had to play by their rules to get any semblance of respect. but im quite bad at it and when im using sarcasm it nearly always comes across bitchy, so i've toned back a lot.
What's the first thing you notice about people?
their mood for sure. ive been managing and working with people for a while now and have gotten pretty good at gauging people's individual tells and how to best approach or keep my distance.
What's your eye colour?
brown.
Scary movie or happy ending?
hey some scary movies have happy endings, this is a bad question lol (both. both is good)
Any special talents?
not really, but i've worked quite a few odd jobs. i was a professional theatre critic for 2.5 years and also worked in a detail auto shop so ive been professionally trained to perform glass, wax, and leather treatments to cars, as well as general interior cleaning like salt extraction and steaming as well.
What are your hobbies?
im desperate to try and get back into hobbies. im in a rut in my life currently where i sleep, work, and on my days off i stare at my computer screen... its really fucking depressing. i wanna try getting back into video games but MOSTLY i am dying to do something with my hands, get my eyes off a screen (and i'll take suggestions, honestly).
Have any pets?
i currently have one black cat, his name is Dante :)
What sport do you play/have you played?
kickboxing! lol is that a sport?
How tall are you?
5'6 (167cm)
Favourite subject at school?
english
Dream job?
i dont think i have a "dream job" anymore. whatever it is though, i'd be working for myself and not giving my time and energy to something i don't care about.
tagging, if y'all want: @ml-nolan @delta-pavonis @kemurai6-dominion-of-dust @beatnikfreakiswriting @notallsandmen
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READ FIRST -͟͟͞☆
MASTERLIST HERE ☆
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟABOUT ME -͟͟͞☆
hi! my name is amy/cheng wei (成唯), i go by she/her/hers, i’m 13 (my birthday is in june), and i’m a silly little fanfic writer. it doesn’t matter to me which name you use. if 成唯，阿唯，小唯，唯唯， etc. is easier for you to use, idm. if amy is easier for you, idm either.
i mostly write for honkai: star rail though i might write a few genshin related things here and there.
please request me to write something! i love writing (despite me abandoning projects all the time). now doing commissions as well if you wanna pay for my genshin and hsr funds…
i usually don’t proofread my work bc i’m too scared to read it, so forgive me for spelling/grammar errors and nonsensical lines.
“I'm Lynx, a Snow Plains Development Consultant. Though... I prefer exploring the vastness of the Snow Plains rather than solving problems in the city. The brisk weather can always stimulate your vim and vigor... Ah, sorry, I get distracted when thinking of all the possibilities hidden in the snow.”
↳ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ɪ ᴀᴍ:
⛰︎ thinking abt lynx
⛰︎ working on an il dan heng & child reader request
(ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ)
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟDO NOT INTERACT -͟͟͞☆
↳ ᴅɴɪ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ)
⛰︎ basic DNI list
(homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.)
⛰︎ accs with NSFW names (you can still read my stuff but don’t like, reblog, follow, etc.)
you’re fine if you have a nsfw pfp bc tumblr auto censors 👍👍
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ TAGS -͟͟͞☆
#.forestfics ☆
↳ fanfics
#.forestreqs ☆
↳ requests
#.forestthings ☆
↳ other
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ REQUESTS -͟͟͞☆
↳ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:
𑁍 character x character ships (unfortunately i only write x readers lol)
𑁍 pedophilic relationships
𑁍 anything with content I deem problematic/am not comfortable with
(kidnapping/yandere themes, the promotion of homophobia, transphobia, racism, and general bigotry, etc.)
𑁍 excessive gore
𑁍 NSFW (of the smutty kind, though there might be some ‘suggestive’ content)
if you send a request that i’m not comfortable fulfilling, I’ll let you know.
↳ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:
𑁍 genshin and hsr stuff
𑁍 romantic and platonic x readers
𑁍 canon x oc
𑁍 angst, trauma, character death, etc.
(excluding SA and anything incredibly graphic)
𑁍 and more!
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ COMMISSIONS -͟͟͞☆
↳ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ?
𑁍 i get paid via in game currencies
𑁍 you get a proofread fanfic with a lot more effort than a typical request
𑁍 more words/content (i.e, texts and such)
𑁍 your commission takes priority over all of my other projects (AKA I’M NOT GIVING UP ON YOUR FIC. EVEN IF BURNOUT GETS TO ME)
𑁍 that’s it lol
contact me via dms for commissions, rates, etc. however, as a standard, my rate is around $6.79-6.99 CAD/$5-5.16 USD (300 genesis crystals/300 oneiric shards) for every 700~ words. if you need help with how to pay, i can show you. ofc you don’t have to commission me but i’m getting desperate bc i need dan heng and then i need lynx and then there’s topaz and her little dog thing and jingliu and argenti and huohuo and then genshin’s hitting me with neuvillette AND wriothesley IN THE SAME PATCH pls i’ve never been more desperate for pixels. #commercializingyourhobbies. don’t feel pressured to commission me btw, little pixel people in my screen are luxuries, not necessities. i jst rlly want them.
my hsr uid for payment: 601912597 america server
my genshin uid for payment: 629711011 america server
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟMISC. -͟͟͞☆
↳ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ:
Q: how long will it take for you to complete a request?
A: requests are my favourite things to do so usually i’ll stop working on whatever i’m doing to focus on it. depending on how long it is, it may take me a from a day to a week or more. however, i often lose interest and motivation if a fic takes too long for me so apologies in advance if i give up on your request. 𑁍
Q: does anyone help you run this account?
A: it’s just me. though sometimes, with gruelling tasks such as reworking the texting parts of my old fics, my sister (8 yrs old) will help me out. she’s a very nice kid. 𑁍
Q: do you have an upload schedule?
A: i post whenever i have a completed fic and want to post it. usually, I’ll post 1-2 times every week. though, this is not always consistent. usually i’ll post twice back to back and then leave for a while. and especially since the school year is starting soon, this upload schedule may be even more inconsistent. i struggle a lot with burn out and have abandoned many projects. 𑁍
Q: what are your hobbies?
A: i like doing creative things. drawing, writing, etc. i also like to read and i’m learning to play the flute! i’m hoping to apply for a local school art program for singing and visual arts when i reach high school. 𑁍
Q: what languages do you read and speak?
A: i’m most fluent in english as i was born in canada. i can speak vietnamese pretty well but i have difficulty understanding dialects and accents. i’m also not very good at reading it either. (hong kong) cantonese i can hold a conversation in (mostly) but i have a lot of difficulty with it and can’t read most characters, since i only speak it with my dad. 𑁍
ask before translating, taking inspo from (not copy), reposting, etc. my work. remember to credit me and if you’re taking inspo from it, please @ me as I’d like to see what you do with my ideas!
#honaki star rail#genshin impact#fanfic request#fanfiction#honkai: star rail#fanfic commissions#.forestthings ☆
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Dangerous Romance Ep 8 Stray Thoughts
Last week, Sailom told Kanghan that if he wants to be his lover he has to get with his friends. Sailom told him he couldn’t just use his money for that, so Kanghan tagged along with them to buy supplies. Kanghan tried to be tough, but he’s a rich boy who passed out in the heat. Then the show decided to have Sailom be unsteady on a bus he uses everyday so Kanghan could catch him. Auto suggested Kanghan actually use his money for them since they’re broke, and so Kanghan took them to a club. The police showed up and caught Auto. Kanghan stepped up to help rescue Auto, leading to problems for Kanghan’s dad. Kanghan missed the final point of their football match, but Guy told Sailom to go take care of Kanghan because he and Auto already knew. These two are now official in a moment that was supposed to be cute, but irked me because they made Sailom look dumb again. Meanwhile, Saifah has wormed his way into becoming the grandmother’s caretaker, so he’s definitely going to fuck this up for everyone.
Visually I think Papang and Chimon were a good choice to play brothers.
I need someone who grew up in Asian school systems to explain how the grading system works. In the US, 65 is still a failing grade.
I think I’ll have to ask one of the Thai speakers later if Kanghan did a cute thing with pronouns when they translated “faen-ja” as “boyfie”
Perth and Chimon are cute together. I really hope we get a better show from them next year.
Aren’t their rooms connected by a bathroom? Why would Kanghan hide behind a curtain? This boy is so dumb it’s painful.
Okay, he’s not as dumb as I thought and got out on his own. I’m glad Saifah didn’t find out about them within a day of being around here.
Guy and Nawa want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid. Now they’re feeding each other and excited about their scheduled fight. Oh, boys.
I’m not even sure how I want to read Sailom being frustrated with Kanghan about not showing up for tutoring. This show seemingly wants it to be about Kanghan’s ability to change and the impact on the romance, but for me I’m still focused on the debt looming over Sailom and Name’s willingness to inflict violence on them for that.
Curious about the grandmother buying the expensive medicine for Saifah. I half-expected him to consider stealing the medicine and selling it to use a generic instead, but now he’s faced with someone choosing to be kind to him.
Yes, let’s check in with Pimfah to reassure the audience that Sailom is misunderstanding Kanghan and he should maybe not be mad.
The cinematography of this apology scene is good, even if I feel like the stakes are constantly shifting in this show.
Oh, right, the windmill analogy.
I do enjoy a training montage.
Glad they didn’t make Perth shave his legs.
The scene work between Ging and Saifah is actually really good.
Is Nawa about to go fight this man in crocs? He’s about to be like ole boy on that Birmingham dock.
Where is my GMMTV variety content of JJ and Euro hanging out and trying restaurants?
Another boy who wants his clothes to smell like his boyfriend. I’m okay with this.
Why is Sailom being precious about intimacy?
I do feel for Kanghan crying in happiness that he achieved something he worked hard for and having someone be proud of him for it.
Why the hell is he paying Saifah in the watch he accused him of stealing? This feels suspect as fuck.
Goddamn. There goes the dad undercutting Kanghan again.
Perth is good whenever the direction is clear.
It’s very weird having the rich boy and poor guy pairing going with the same shit going down in Only Friends with Sand and Ray.
I wonder where these two will run away to. I still don’t think I get Sailom.
Next week: We’re surprised when a card gets canceled while trying to him ‘em up style. Sigh.
It’s really worrisome for me when the best parts of a BL are happening in the side character drama. The best moments this episode were mostly around Saifah, because I just don’t get what’s going on with Sailom.
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Someone Who Will Always Know
Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Pre-slash Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)
Rating: General to Teen and Up
Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Jimmy and Castiel Used To Be One Person, Autistic Castiel, High-Masking Autistic Jimmy, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Gabriel Uses His Powers For Good
Summary: There once was a boy named John Constantine Novak. That boy no longer exists, as he became twins.
For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!
Prompt: Day 4: Learn
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MEMORY WAS A tenuous thing. Unless you were "blessed" with an eidetic memory, which honestly sounded more like a curse, you really couldn't remember everything. Even the memories you did have could be changed, sometimes through magic but more commonly through simple auto-suggestion. If you told someone something over and over, pretty soon they would start to believe it, such as old stories about changeling children becoming more commonly known after the Magical Revelation at the turn of the millennium that had practically eclipsed the whole Y2K thing with the computer programming bug.
Magic was the reason that almost no one remembered that a boy named John Constantine Novak used to exist. Almost no one, that is, except for the four people who were there the night it happened. Charlene Novak neé Shurley had been told those stories of changelings, the ones that described the children who acted odd, who stared too much or couldn't meet your eyes, who counted grains and hummed strange tunes no one else knew. Scientific studies had determined that such behaviors related to the perfectly human condition of autism, a type of neurodivergence that was slowly becoming more understood. When the Revelation happened, when it became obvious that not only were magical beings like faeries real but that they lived among humanity? Many of those old stories got brought up again, including in the mind of Charlene who was already starting to notice certain oddities about her only son.
Magic was an old story to Charlene as a child, being of Irish Catholic stock and having grown up hearing the old legends of the Fair Folk, but magical reality was new and terrifying. She feared confronting an actual faerie to demand her real son back, feared her own inability to navigate the treachery such a creature could weave around her if they could steal her son without her notice and leave this strange, inhuman child in her little boy's place. Prayer was easier, and surely if faeries and vampires and werewolves and other demonic creatures were real, then angels must also be real and capable of answering the prayer of a faithful Catholic woman who only wanted to save her child?
In the dead of night, in the nearly empty church after evening mass had long since concluded, her prayer was answered... but not in the way she had expected. The angel who came to her, golden and shining with wings spread wide to cast their shadows on the walls of the church, looked upon her tearful, pleading face as she begged for him to "destroy the evil changeling creature and give me back my real, normal son" with no warmth. When he spoke, his voice echoed with the rumble of thunder and the flare of a thousand horns.
"You ask this of me out of ignorance and fear," he intoned. "You will now be tested. Behold."
Light formed and swirled upon the altar before there appeared a child in the likeness of her son (or his changeling doppelganger) dressed in his pajamas as if taken from his bed. The air grew thick and heavy as the light spread to encompass the boy, then faded to reveal two children, two perfectly identical four-year-old boys wearing identical pajamas and looking at her with identical wide blue eyes.
"Mama?" the two boys spoke in unison. Charlene gasped, her hands going to her mouth. The angel gestured to the boys with one glowing hand.
"Choose," he said. "If you can tell which of these boys is your real son, I will destroy the other and you will take the one you chose home with you."
The words were harsh, and they clearly frightened both boys, who reached out to clutch at each other in fear, looking between the angel and Charlene with eyes filled with tears. And Charlene... she searched both children, desperately trying to tell them apart, to tell which one was really her son... and couldn't.
She dropped to her knees and wept for that realization, and wept even harder when she felt two sets of small arms going around her in a hug.
"Justice is done," the angel spoke again, his voice subdued though still echoing with power. "As Heaven is not without mercy, I give your son his mirror, that he shall live and grow always having someone who will love and understand him as he is, even when others who should do so cannot."
That night, the boy known as John Constantine Novak ceased to exist. Charlene suffered her husband's anger at what she had done, but refused to choose between the boys and insisted that they had twins. Unable to tell them apart even so much as one from the other when dressed alike, she simply renamed them as John Castiel and James Constantine Novak and told herself it was better this way. She said it to the rest of her family, and her husband's family, and the neighbors, and even the local judge. And she said it to herself, quietly and often, until she could pretend that she really had given birth to twins, and quickly shut down anyone who suggested that one of her sons might be a changeling.
As the twins grew, they diverged further apart into two separate people with different personalities, likes and dislikes, and different expressions of autistic symptoms. They could always understand each other, developed their own methods of communicating in touch and soft hums. With such common names as "John" and "James", the two quickly settled on the nicknames of "Cas" and "Jimmy" to be called when they entered school. Cas had more difficulty with social interaction and picking up on social cues, but Jimmy was always able to explain it to him. Jimmy was better at masking his own difficulties so long as Cas was nearby, but quickly became overwhelmed without his brother. They both had different preferences for stimming, Jimmy preferring to tap or stroke his fingers along a familiar texture while Cas preferred to fiddle with or twist something small. One of their friends gave Cas a fidget ring, a simple band of metal that could spin around in its cradle where it sat on a finger, and while Cas loved the spinning he couldn't stand the feeling of the ring constricting his flesh which led to Jimmy wearing it for Cas instead.
And always, always, the quickest way for either one of them to calm down and regain their equilibrium was in each other's arms. From that very first moment in the empty church that neither of them would ever forget through into their burgeoning adulthood, the Novak brothers were each other's primary touchstone. Two halves of a whole, it was frequently said in joking tones, unaware of how true those words really were and how much they made Jimmy and Cas cling to each other all the more. It made dating difficult, even more so than the challenges of trying to navigate attempts at romance when just identifying social cues tended to stress them out. Realizing that neither of them was particularly interested in dating girls only helped a little bit, in that they could claim being gay as why they "ignored" whenever a girl was flirting with one of them. Figuring out the rest, their mother wearily assured them, would just take time.
And then they heard about Lighthouse CommodiTeas, a cafe owned and operated by a faerie sorcerer with powerful magic and a talent for using magical ingredients to make the drinks. Their mother had been diligent about shutting down talk of changelings since that night, but it was still a niggling little concern that sent them to the cafe's door, and then into the apartment above the cafe after hours to talk. Not only did Cas and Jimmy gained the reassurance that they had never been a changeling in the first place, but also that the magic that had split them apart was long gone and could not be undone. A bargain had been struck for a spell to ensure that no one beyond the people who were in the church that night would even remember that they had ever been only one person, to be paid with covering shifts at the cafe for three days. That in turn had led to them both being hired on full time when it became clear to the faerie, who went by the name "Sam", that they really didn't mind moving permanently to the little coastal New Jersey town and staying on.
Three months later and frequent after work visits plus the occasional babysitting of Sam's adopted son Jack, and both Jimmy and Cas were completely and awkwardly smitten with their faerie boss and equally clueless about how to deal with it. It was a question that Jimmy found himself pondering during a rare moment when he was alone at the front of the cafe, Cas in the kitchen with his baking wizardry while Sam and Charlie, the other barista, were in the back office going over the cafe's finances in preparation for tax filing season.
The door chimes jingled, and Jimmy shook off his thoughts in order to attend to the newly arrived customer. "Welcome to Lighthouse CommodiTeas; what can I get started for you?"
"A large Trickster Special and two of whichever cookie's coming out of the oven next, please," the man said with a friendly smile. "Didn't think a faerie would risk serving food to humans."
"All the baked goods are made by my brother, actually," Jimmy explained with a wry smile. "While he uses magical ingredients sometimes in the recipes, we're both human so there's no risk, just reward."
"Your brother, huh?" the man hummed, looking up at Jimmy with thoughtful golden eyes. "Both of you work here, then?"
"Sure do," Jimmy nodded. "I guess some siblings might not enjoy spending so much time together even after becoming adults and leaving home, but it works for us."
"You're both happy then?" the man asked, pinning Jimmy with that golden gaze with an intensity that sent a familiar shiver up Jimmy's spine.
"Yes, sir," he murmured, left thumb curling in toward his palm to press against the band of Cas's fidget ring. "You don't have to worry about us. Ma learned her lesson, and our boss helped make it stick."
"Good," the angel murmured with a faint smile. "I'm glad. How much for the drink and cookies?"
"Uh--" Jimmy hurriedly punched in the individual prices to ring up the total. "Ten-fifty, sir. Er... can I get a name for the order?" It was a longshot, especially when the customer knew he was in a faerie cafe, but Jimmy had been up front about being human and he hadn't specifically asked the angel for his name--
"Gabriel," the angel - Archangel - said, smiling up at Jimmy with a touch of humor glinting in his eyes. "They call me Gabriel."
#fluffy february 2024#rk writes#supernatural fic#jimmy novak#castiel#gabriel#urban fantasy au#sastimmy
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“this will be the last time you lie to me.”
pairing: assassin!reader x assassin!baji
cw: both you and baji are in your early twenties, fem!reader, friends to lovers, angst to fluff, graphic descriptions of gore, violence, guns and death, suggestive at the end but nothing too descriptive.
a/n: ejdhdhdgd i was so excited when this popped up in my head so i thought about writing it down. this is probably the first time i have come up about anything remotely romantic about baji.
wc: 1.86k
tagging @benkeibear for her Heaven and Hell Collab :)
9 p.m. on a saturday night. you inside the near empty office building. tinted glass windows blocking any view to the outside world as if the roaming people down the 100 floor building would be able to see what you and the others were up to.
families, couples, friend groups littered the busy streets of Tokyo. free from work and school, people were out tonight having a gala time, enjoying all the fun Japan's largest city had to offer.
100 floors up the ground level you blocked the oncoming kick, shoes squeaking against the marble flooring, heating up from the fiction.
lights dim, the room almost dark and the smoke bomb you had just thrown made the visibility even lower. taking advantage of the situation, you unsheathed your sword and ran through the smoke. bless your perfect vision because you cut through half your opponents as you run with the blade in your hand.
just as always, blood splattered on your face and dark clothes and screams of pain faded eventually. you were sent here to kill the women but had to deal with her minions first.
you barely hear the footsteps approaching you. they were so faint, if you weren't paying close attention you wouldn't have heard them at all.
punching the man in front of you straight to his gut, you take a quick look behind you— not wanting to deal with more back up.
you do a double take, convinced the smoke deceived your eyes because you could make it out to be him just by the familiar silhouette.
a semi-auto pistol in his hand, he makes his way right in front of you. turning his body with his broad back facing your front, he shoots the rest of your opponents while you just gawk at the long black hair, tied in a high ponytail, swaying from his head. unbothered by the constant gunshots but just the mere sight of him has you frozen.
"you just gonna watch the show or actually finish your mission?" he spoke up, and it was that exact deep voice you had fallen in love with that brought you out of your trance.
long black hair, deep voice, the same fragrance of that cologne. he stood right in front of you after 7 months of radio silence from each other. well more from him than from you.
keisuke baji.
after the initial shock had worn out, memories of what happened before and what didn't happen during these 7 months flooded your brain and you found your blood boiling again.
but right now wasn't the time. even though you didn't need his help, you weren't gonna lie, it did make your work easier. if he deals with these unnecessary problems you can deal with the actual problem.
refilling your own pistol, you make your way towards the target hiding somewhere on this floor.
—
walking over the dead bodies splayed out on the floor like some random obstacles, you walk straight towards the exit of the office room. mission completed successfully, now you can go back to the headquarters, take your payment and enjoy the night at your home.
"(name)," baji tries to get your attention.
but somebody is here to ruin your night.
you simply ignore him. keeping your head high and back straight, your boots make a click clack sound against the blood covered floor.
"(name) please, just listen to me." he requests but he should know, this won't work now.
"c'mon (nick-name), i know you can hear me." and just as you are about to grasp the door handle he comes in front of you, blocking your path.
you turn your head away, not in the mood for this. not right now. you were exhausted.
"(name), please. please just listen to me. i know you are mad and yes you deserve to be but things aren't-"
"save it baji." you cut him off, tone laced with venom. "i don't wanna hear it. you did what you had to do. now leave me alone."
"baji? so now we are on last name basis?" you don't reply. and even if you did sense the hurt in his voice you didn't think much of it.
he sighed. "i can't- you can't expect me to just up and leave?"
you let out a dry laugh, "isn't that exactly what you did 7 months ago?"
"i- things were different back then (name). it was for a mission. it hurt me just as much as it hurt you."
"yeah and yet i was the only one trying to mend our dwindling friendship."
"i have a job, (name). it demands me to make rough and sometimes unethical decisions. you know i don't mean them."
"you do realise we have the same job right? don't preach to me about unethical shit. i don't- i have never EVER FUCKING LIED TO YOU KEISUKE BAJI! I HAVE NEVER USED YOU FOR PERSONAL BENEFITS! I HAVE NEVER USED YOUR TRUST FOR ANY OF MY MISSIONS NO MATTER WHAT!"
that shut him up. he didn't speak, neither did you.
it felt good to finally let it all out. it had been hurting you all this while. and even though seeing him sad never made you happy but right now, it did ease your aching heart that he got to feel at least a fraction of your pain.
"you are right. i am sorry." he looked like a lost puppy. no, a wet kitten would fit him more. but ignoring the apology you ask the question that you'd wanted to ask from the start.
"why did you come here anyway? the mission was assigned to me. you came here to save the damsel from distress?"
"what- no never. i- i know you can handle yourself and your missions just fine. i was just-"
"trying to find a way to become the hero? and then magically wipe off everything you did?"
silence filled the room. you just now realised how creepily quiet it was up here. and that it was only your voices filling the pin drop silence.
"are you fucking kidding me?" you spoke. "you think this is some type of romance movie? God, sometimes i don't believe you."
"but i care about you! i was worried for your safety. this was a high rank mission too and you were alone!" he argued.
"you doubting me, baji keisuke?" you raised your eyebrow, daring him.
"ok ok, fine. but at least cut with the "baji" bullshit. that's not my name!"
"it is though." you don't look at him.
"yeah- well-" he groans. "pleassseeee i am sorry okayyyy."
"please please please." he makes pouty faces.
"please uwu." he plays with his index fingers looking up at you through his lashes.
"baji-" you laugh but get mad at him for making you laugh.
"stop with that. stop whining, you aren't a 5 year old- KEISUKE!" you smack his shoulder hard.
"ouch- aaaah there she is!" he grins triumphantly.
"fuck you."
"i am gonna need the date, time and venue, gorgeous." he opens the notes app in his phone, looking at you.
"are you seriously flirting with me right now? and right here of all places?"
"fits our personalities, i'd say." he shrugs, fangs adorning his highly tinted pink lips.
you took your time taking in his features. and somehow even though you have a crush on him for years, you only now truly realise just how attractive he is. just how hot he looks. and just how hot he makes your skin. maybe it's just the hormones. you turn your gaze away instantly for the thoughts had started to turn a little inappropriate if you catch the drift.
"drop the act keisuke. you have five minutes to tell me the whole truth if you actually wanna fix things. i have not forgiven you yet." you cross your arms, tapping your foot as you look at him with your signature no-bullshit face you use with your underclass people and rivals.
he heaves out a sigh. with no more escape and a huge risk of losing his friendship and you, he spills out all the details of why he did, what he did. and as the curtains shift from the truth you realise how it all was a part of the plan. still you don't like how he played with your emotions, though the plan wasn't in his control though. although you were mad at him, you trust him enough to know he would never purposefully hurt you in any way.
frankly you are happy that you can get your keisuke back because no matter how mad you are, you can't deny how much he means to you and how much in love with him you are.
"you know, you could have told me about this and all this would have never happened. there wouldn't have been any misunderstandings if only you had trusted me more."
"i do! i do trust you, (name). i was just bound by the contracts. and man do i hate the kind off stuff." he grumbles.
"whatever happened in the past is past now and i forgive you. but, keisuke baji, let me make this very clear— this will be the last time you lie to me." you state, voice firm and unwavering. eyes glinting with a warning sign.
"yes ma'am." he salutes.
"but, i need you to have a little more faith in me too." he requests. and you agree, so you nod.
"(name), i am genuinely sorry for everything." he walks closer to you. he holds you by your shoulders and looks into your eyes. "i would never do anything like this, not unless we have talked about this before. i should have known how it could have affected our relationship. i was wrong. i admit it. but please don't go away from me. you mean so much to me you have no idea."
you are a hardened assassin. you have done many wrong and unethical things too. you have used people to complete your missions. you have had fake relationships, sex, one night stands, etc. for the sake of your work. and yet it takes one look from those brown eyes and your resolve snaps and dissolves into nothingness.
you push him against the door he had blocked your exit from. and as if he knew, this would happen as if he was planning on it, he jumps right into it quickly. his arms wrap around you as you smash your lips into his. eyebrows furrowing you press him harder against the metal as he pulls you into him even closer.
tilting your heads again you suck on his lips, drinking in the taste and that has your head spinning. you let out a moan in sync with the groan that escapes him when you bite down on him.
he quickly changes the position and this time slams you against the door, using his fangs to give you the taste of your own medicine. but you don't let him get any further as you change the positions yet again.
"it's my time to take out the pent up anger. so don't you interfere, pretty boy." you growl. you words leave baji gawking because he has never been so turned on before.
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hi so sorry i never saw that, i am the same anon that sent the taking your life message! it was an auto fill post thing, like “let suggested text do it” and the tag was urge to take my life or something like that, i don’t remember exactly, i guess it just took me off guard and i wanted to check ^^;. now i’m worried it might’ve been the wrong blog but i am pretty sure it was yours. thank you for answering it regardless though. glad you are doing okay
Ahh very well could have been my memory is. Very Poor. Sorry for making you worry anon. Means a lot that you checked in though :)
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I posted 152 times in 2022
That's 152 more posts than 2021!
138 posts created (91%)
14 posts reblogged (9%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@oifaaa
@winterstorm032802
@clerkwithamouth
@miki-meh
@dc-universe2
I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022
Only 5% of my posts had no tags
#damian wayne - 131 posts
#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it - 89 posts
#jason todd - 75 posts
#dick grayson - 70 posts
#tim drake - 68 posts
#robin - 57 posts
#bruce wayne - 47 posts
#stephanie brown - 36 posts
#batman - 34 posts
#alfred pennyworth - 32 posts
Longest Tag: 136 characters
#dick is always happy to get gifts and see damians progress but anything about older brother to jason from damian would ensue teasing lol
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Jason: I tried to steal the tires off the Batmobile, can you top that?
Damian: Indeed, for unlike you, I did steal the Batmobile and drove off
Jason: Holy crap what did he say?
Damian: He said he has half a mind to report me for grand theft auto. So I said "I'd like to hear that call. Hello police? My son stole the Batmobile"
Jason: Literary at it's finest
Damian: *nods*
Bruce holding a cup of coffee: Why... why are you two like this?
Damian: It's how we get by father
Jason: Call it therapy for Dead Robins Club
Bruce: There's a club?
Jason: Yeah I'm the founder and leader, Steph is the co-leader and Damian is our newest addition
Damian: *nods*
Dick: *looks up from his phone* That just sounds like poor coping methods
Jason: Oh yeah? You got anything better?
Dick: *looks back down at his phone*
Jason: That's what I thought
704 notes - Posted September 17, 2022
#4
Dick: Alright! Siblings game night!
Stephanie: Wohoo!
Tim: What games?
Dick: I was thinking of something from the closet instead of video games for now
Jason: There's Monopoly
Tim: I am not playing that with you
Jason: Why not?
Tim: You landed on my square and then when I said you have to give me money, you pulled out a gun to my face and said "I'd rather face death then give any sort of money to you"
Jason: *shrugs* You were in jail, not giving money to some scum
Damian: ...I have a suggestion
Dick: Does it involve violence?
Damian: No
Dick: *genuinely surprised* Oh wow, okay go ahead
Damian: We should contort the human body in ways they can not imagine. Letting fate decide their punishment upon the ground they walk. Letting them suffer greatly and feel as their own body fails every so often, upon failure they shall be eliminated in a fashion that would make the dead weep
Jason: *barely containing laughter*
Cassandra: *thumbs up*
Duke: *goes to Stephanie* I... I don't think I'm willing to play anymore
Tim: Someone needs to translate that
Dick: *sighs* He means, Twister. He suggests that we should play Twister
760 notes - Posted September 11, 2022
#3
Tim: Hey Damian, if I knocked on your back would we be able to hear metal from your spine?
Damian: ...
Stephanie: Can I try?
Damian: You woke me up at 4 in the morning for this shit
Tim: You didn't deny it
Damian: Get the fuck out of my room
786 notes - Posted August 25, 2022
#2
Dick: *stretching* Damn I almost fell and now my back hurts
Tim: Alfred has some medicine for that
Dick: Nah I'm all good
Jason: To be fair you are old
Dick: What... I'm not old
Jason: Yes you are
Tim: I mean I hurt my back a few days ago
Damian: Tt, figures you would
Tim: Don't act tough, haven't you ever hurt your back in battle? It messes with your spine if hurt too much you know
Damian: I wouldn't know
Tim: *scoffs* Cause you're invincible? Or a supreme being in comparison to us lowlifes?
Damian: No, my spine is metal so I wouldn't know cause my original spine is no longer attached to my nervous system
Tim & Jason:
Damian: What?
Tim: WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT LOSING A SPLEEN WAS BAD
Jason: YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING
Damian: I assumed everyone knew? I was shot by the Flamingo in the spine and was paralyzed until Grayson took me to mother and she replaced my spine with a metal one, but it was simply a ploy to control me and try to kill Grayson
Tim: ...
Jason: ...
Dick: *sweats*
Jason: YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THIS DICKHEAD
1,423 notes - Posted August 23, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Tim: Ugh! Some dude at work was so annoying! *sits down on the sofa next to Damian*
Damian: *places his book down* Terms and conditions
Tim: W... What?
Damian: Tt, Where do you want this to take place, how shall it be done and will you be able to provide me bags or a small cold storage place
Tim: ...Are you... are you offering to off someone for me?
Damian: This is business Drake, make it quick
Tim: God's sake no Damian!
Damian: You've wasted my time
Jason: *walks in* This asshole was being so annoying!
Damian: Terms and conditions?
Jason: Docks, quick and easy, yes I'll provide the bags
Damian: Very well
Tim: W- What the hell?
Jason: Dami and I are going on a trip
Damian: Good day Drake
Tim: What... did I just witness?
Jason from afar: A business transaction Timbo
6,868 notes - Posted September 2, 2022
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Let Me Drive my Auto into your Heart
Intro: A little 1920s AU I wrote that's just unfinished porn without plot where this stops literally right before the actual smut, so there's nothing explicit here, just suggestive
Fandom/Tags: Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, unfinished, suggestive
The room was filled with a stench of cigars and sweat that always dispirited him so. Hamilton’s parties were always phenomenal and stocked with the best celebrities, tycoons, gangsters, and flappers around. Bright lights and bright decorations filled his view as he shoved his way out of the crowd and outdoors for a breather. The balcony was a relatively small one compared to the rest of the house, but it still helped him feel secluded from the grandeur of the party. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy them, but they simply became overwhelming at times. George had to admit he always felt like an old man when he left parties for a breather, but what was wrong in needing quiet, fresh air?
“Are you George Washington?” A delicate voice said next to him. George nearly jumped out of his skin, not seeing anyone else on the balcony but now there was certainly someone. This someone happened to look very young, with expressive eyes and red lips that his eyes were continually drawn to. This boy had an extremely lissome face with complimentary small arms and legs that smoothed out to almost feminine curves. In short, he was very attractive.
“Why, yes I am.” He smiled, hardly giving the boy a glance before focusing his gaze nonchalantly ahead of him. The boy continued.
“My name is Gilbert du motier, marquis de Lafayette, but you can call me Lafayette.” The boy purred out in a thick French accent. “I noticed you tonight, in that bright red auto of yours. I asked around about you, curious to know more about that handsome man and his lovely car. You’re quite the interesting one.” Lafayette smirked. At that George felt slightly convinced that this Lafayette was a prostitute placed at this massive party in hopes of finding a man curious enough to drop some money on him for the night. George truthfully would give the kid all the money he wanted if he continued being as adorable as he was now, seductively biting his lip to pull him in.
“That’s awfully flattering of you, Lafayette.” George quipped back, a small smile on his lips.
“I suppose I’ve always had a thing for men with autos like yours. My parents never let me have one in Paris and now that I’m in America I see them all over, but I’m just too afraid to drive them now.” George chuckled at the boy’s forwardness and bluntness. Probably not a prostitute, but not an average kid.
“You’re only talking to me cause I have a car?” George teased, “you realize most every man here has one.”
“Oh no, you see it is only what drew me to you.” Lafayette turned to put his back to the balcony banister and rest his elbows on the rail, looking up at George, “but you see you fascinate me because of the work you’ve done. Certainly not pure work, as I’ve heard, but I like the idea of your sort of living. Comfortable but quite dangerous.” George chuckled again,
“It’s not dangerous when you’ve got enough money to pay anyone off who gives you trouble.” George flashed him a dangerous smile and he saw the boy almost lose his footing. Seamlessly, George caught the boy and steadied him, keeping his face so close to Lafayette’s he could feel his shuddering breaths against his neck. Oddly charmed by Lafayette, George leaned down and purred in his ear,
“Would you like to go for a drive?” George felt Lafayette shiver against him and whisper out,
“Sounds lovely.” Before gulping. His face was bright red and George felt flattered by Lafayette as he laced his fingers through his and dragged him through the crowd of people to the front door. Lafayette trailed closely behind, occasionally touching the small of his back until they reached outside. The butler brought his car to the front for George to step into, taking the driver's seat with Lafayette sitting down next him, adjusting his hair and nervously gripping the car seat.
“It’s a little pointless to adjust your hair, you know.” George smiled as he put the car in gear, “I’ll be sure to mess it up.” He winked and Lafayette turned an even brighter red. What a dazzling man.
As they zoomed out into the city, Lafayette laughed and clutched the seat as his hair was blown in the wind. George increased his speed and changed gears to entertain Lafayette more.
“I’ve never been in such a fast car!” He laughed, “where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” George smiled quietly to himself. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Since you already know so much about me.”
“I grew up in a wealthy Paris family, but my dad died young and my mom left for Spain. I was technically raised by my grandma but I was the one who looked after our finances and taught myself. I came to America looking for a fresh start, and I have never been happier.” Bright lights whipped past their car and illuminated Lafayette’s beautiful, soft features as he smiled. Advertisements for more things he didn’t need but would inevitably buy to impress people with. George suddenly took a left turn away from the glittering city lights. As they continued along the road, signs of city life became more and more scarce when George turned the car into an abandoned store parking lot.
“I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying yourself here, but I’m curious.” George turned off the engine, “is that all made up?” Lafayette laughed.
“I knew you’d be the suspicious type, but I promise you it’s completely true. Just ask Alexander.”
“You’re friends with Alex?”
“I’d say so.” He smiled, relaxing into his spot, never taking his eyes off George.
“Stay there.” He said, getting out of the car. Fidgeting with the roof of the car, he yanked it up and over Lafayette’s head then quickly fastened it down to the car. He then hopped back into the car and shut the door behind him.
“So what is it you’re doing now?” He asked Lafayette.
“Currently I’m going to college just to do something with my time but it’s honestly very boring, but I suppose I only have a year left.” He shrugged.
“Interesting. I don’t know a lot of people that go to college. You must be incredibly smart.” He leaned forward to invade Lafayette’s personal space, he leaned in as well.
“Smart is an understatement.” He smirked, “but everyone there is so stuck up, they don’t know what a good time is.”
“Shame. You certainly seem like you know what a good time is.” He murmured.
“Afraid it’s about all I do.”
“So you confess to being a slut then?” He smirked as Lafayette blushed.
“Perhaps I do.” He grinned, placing his hand on George’s thigh, “and it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked by someone as experienced as you.” Lafayette’s face was so close to his, that he could feel every warm, shaky breath that he exhaled. Lafayette bit his lip and looked at him through those long eyelashes.
“What an absolute beauty.” George whispered as he placed his hand on Lafayette’s cheek and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. Lafayette submitted nicely and let George snake his arms around to pull him even closer and to kiss him deeper. Lafayette sighed and George pulled apart for a moment, observing his red lips and tracing his hand up Lafayette’s thigh before whispering,
“Would you like to get in the back of the car?”
“Yes Please.” Lafayette moaned. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, George almost fell out of the car and ran to open up Lafayette’s door for him. Lafayette stepped out cooly and rushed to the backseat, with George climbing in eagerly after him. Lafayette giggled when George closed the door behind them and looked over him, eyes taking in every piece of Lafayette.
Leaning back down to kiss him, he began to work at the buttons on his vest and felt Lafayette’s soft hands reaching down to help, frantic nature taking over their actions. Lafayette arched his spine beautifully when George slipped off the last of his shirts and felt bright red and out of breath as he let his hand touch the new exposed skin.
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Proverbs like "Good old friends are better than 2 new ones" or something like that.
Is it me or is my opinion correct? Are you ever in a situation that a friend from high school has been there for you, and assisted when others have not done the same? I've experienced this recently, and I'm here to share the incident. I discovered the Youtube channel that my ex-girlfriend and me began around eight years ago.. We split in the following years, but the channel is in existence, as I found out.
Why is it important? There are some ASMR videos that show cats purring and licking on that channel. While I don’t know whether you've ever tried ASMR or not, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.. Alison Brie is an adorable ASMR cat who performed the task in an online magazine. She whispered to me and I was enthralled. The thing that really sets ASMR for me is the moment when kittens purr and tidy themselves. It makes me feel goosebumps throughout the time I'm grooming my cat. This channel has quite several videos of my beloved, long-gone , 3 cats with my dearest friend.
It was essential for me to have those videos. We can continue to run our channel however I must get the kittens to my computer. I was thrilled to be able to view them as old pals and to hearing their purrs was wonderful. I was very sad to miss them and not just for ASMR reasons. I went 3 years ago because of cancer, the 2nd was an extremely dangerous blood clot and 3rd was figuratively drowned by the fluid in his lungs.. It was a sad time, but now I am facing a different issue: I have a playlist with 30 or so YouTube videos on the channel. I'm trying to download them all. What do I do?
First , I test Y2mate This site is one I've been using last few months to download videos from Youtube. I don't think it likes my playlist. Perhaps it's because it contains my own mix. I'm not sure.. Then I go to Flvto which is another new acquaintance I've picked up in recent months. They suggest that you use Mp3 Studio to manage playlists. This is yet another disappointment. I don't have the money. https://yt1s.website/facebook-downloader.html I'm looking for an online tool to assist me. I finally remembered, it was back in some time when I came across an awesome online service to convert Youtube videos and to mp4 for free. Youtube mp4 site. I went there and it recognized my playlist. It then spit out 30 thumbnails of me grooming my cat, and invited me to download the entire 30 videos. It's fantastic. A friend who is good at their job can be able to help when 2 younger stronger, more powerful acquaintances could not.
YouTube mp4 is a great. It has built-in search so I can search for other videos on. Simply search for the video, then type in some keywords from title or description, and hit submit. It'll then display a dozen or so videos that match your search parameters, and certainly take it from there in regards to what you enjoy or not about them, but it definitely has nice search options that auto-suggest as well as local search tags.. Simple to use, I simply click on each YouTube playlist video and download an mp4 file. One option, one download one file. It's simple and fast. Youtube to online converter for mp3, thanks.
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cant stop thinking abt my favorite videogame man w manpain
#my art#art#digital art#fanart#sketch#fallout#fallout 4#paladin danse#HIS TAGS ARE AUTO SUGGESTED TO ME NOW#HELP ME#FUNNY AF
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Originally I was just going to add this as a reblog to my previous post about the parking lot scene in KK2 but it’s almost 2k words so now it’s getting it’s own post. Be forewarned- this is fucking long.
TW for discussion of PTSD, child abuse, neglect, injury, and death, in relation to topics surrounding the show, under the cut-
Obviously, Cobra Kai is a show based around the premise of “what happened to that Lawrence kid after he got kicked in the face?”, which is honestly a pretty cool idea for a show. Johnny’s story is never explained past sitting on the sidewalk with his head in his hands at the tournament, and there are no real context clue’s to figure out what may or may not have happened.
In the show we get to learn early on that Johnny’s life spiraled after the tournament, going from bad to worse to “holy shit how are you still alive”-dropping out/never going to college, working jobs he seems to hate, becoming an alcoholic, presumably many dead end relationships, and not being there for his kid. And yeah, obviously, this would be a hard pill to swallow for anyone watching the show if Johnny had just lost the tournament. If we never got the scene in KK2, he would have just been some kid who lost a tournament- we see at the end of the first movie that(through tears holy shit Billy) that Johnny is the one who gives the trophy to Daniel with his famous line, “You’re alright, LaRusso.” There’s a level of grudging respect in that moment that isn’t lost on anyone who sees that movie- that Johnny, who throughout the movie only sees Daniel as some whimpy kid, gets proven wrong and respects that. If we didn’t have that scene, there’s reason to believe Johnny would have apologized, tried to make amends, Something, even if it was just being less of a dick at school.
But then, we get the parking lot. We get a far off shot, intended to distance you from the scene, framed over Daniel’s shoulder. This makes sense, Daniel is the main character, the protagonist, the underdog hero- why wouldn’t it be framed in his perspective? But the scene is about Johnny. We get the shouting match, the back and forth- “No, you’re the loser man.”- and again it’s fairly obvious how Johnny sees this situation. This is a man who we assume(and is later confirmed) to be a surrogate father figure, who set his friend up for failure, and then basically forced him to do the same by targeting an injured opponent, and forcing him to fight without honor. This same man presumably follows a teenager out to the parking lot, to harass him, to tell him he’s off the team, to tell him he’s a loser, that he’s nothing.
But at that point, Johnny knows the truth, even if subconsciously. At the end of the day Johnny knows that Daniel LaRusso was a worthy opponent, and that regardless of the cheating and manipulation, Daniel could have won anyway, and did win, despite of it.
And then Kreese grabs him, too fast to react to, Johnny too surprised even knowing that Kreese is the bad guy here, not believing that he would ever willingly hurt him- and Johnny isn’t strong enough to fight him off, none of the boys are, so Johnny is forced to suffocate for almost a full 30 seconds(which I double checked for the record- also as a reference, 30 seconds is about the average time it takes for a person voluntarily holding their breath to pass out- this does not account for the oxygen lost during a struggle, and the lack of preparation from both surprise and panic. The only silver lining here is the fact that Kreese was most likely compressing his windpipe, not his jugular, which would have made him pass out in about 5-10 seconds, and would have caused permanent brain damage or death in about 15).
Now, PTSD is a complex thing. I’m not a psychiatrist, and what small amount of information we have is all we have to work off of, but I feel fairly comfortable in saying Johnny mostly likely developed it after the incident. This not an uncommon take in the fandom as far as I’m aware either. But, if we assume this, we also have to assume that after the fact nothing would have been done about this. Not just in the sense that we still don’t really know everything that happened right after the tournament, but that in the early 80s, PTSD wasn’t really a thing yet.
Sure it was absolutely a condition that existed, but Post Traumatic Stress Disorder wasn’t even added to the DSM-III until 1980- and for a long time afterward, was only seen as a condition that affected primarily war vets. Even after an event as traumatic as having a man you considered a father trying to kill you, in public, without remorse, would not have been seen as something to warrant the diagnoses, let alone treatment.
Johnny Lawrence was 17 when Kreese tried to kill him, and this boy would have been offered no resources beyond filing charges with the police. And as we see in KK3, either this didn’t happen either, or someone(presumably Silver) got the charges dropped. So on top of almost being murdered, Johnny had to live with the fact that the man who did that to him was still out there, and to top it off, still ran a dojo at least for a few months after the event. The only relief he could have gotten is after Kreese faked his death.
And sure, Mr Miyagi may have gotten Kreese to let go eventually, but as several people have pointed out in comments and tags, left him and the other boys alone with Kreese still standing there in the parking lot and just... drove off. Kreese has already been established to be a psycho with no problem hurting children, a little bit of glass might not have prevented him from trying again.
So why did I talk about all of that? Because it all contributes to why Daniel LaRusso works as a credible antagonist in season 1 of Cobra Kai.
Think about this- Johnny blames losing everything on Daniel in season 1, but we specifically get a shot in KK1 and later KK2(”You’re alright, LaRusso” and “I did my best” come to mind) where he seems to be at least mostly accepting of the fact that he lost(with what was actually an illegal kick but that’s a rant for another time). So why does he blame him for everything 30 years later?
Because 30 years later, Johnny is forced to go outside, go to work, and pretend like he doesn’t see what feels like every street corner(including right outside his apartment mind you), a literal billboard sized reminder of what happened to him.
The rest of this is mostly speculation but it makes sense in my head so bear with me.
When we get introduced to Robby, it’s made pretty clear that Johnny has not been in his life for a bit. In season 2 we get Johnny’s heart to heart with Miguel, where he divulges that he missed the birth, because he spiraled after his mom’s death. This however doesn’t suggest that he stayed gone, especially knowing that it wasn’t long enough for Robby to not consider seeking out his dad. Because tacked up to the fridge, is a picture of Robby in his soccer uniform as a kid. It’s an early detail you can see in previous episodes, and says a lot about how Robby grew up. To be fair, this could have been given to him by Shannon, and not taken himself, but it’s the sport Robby’s playing that makes me question this. KK1 dedicates an entire scene to Johnny being on the soccer team in high school. Soccer, while maybe not as important to him as karate, is still part of his character. Robby does not know karate in season 1, Johnny obviously didn’t share it with him, but that doesn’t mean Johnny didn’t share anything with him.
So Johnny’s back in his kids life, maybe doing better for himself, maybe cutting back on the drinking. LaRusso Auto is already established to exist at this point but it’s in Encino, a place Johnny has no reason to go to, and probably doesn’t want to. He’s trying again and things are okay. But Robby knows enough about Daniel to know that going to him will piss off his dad. So Johnny had to have talked about him at some point. The billboards here are what’s important- they’re in the first episode, the first scene montage, Johnny draws a dick on one of them as some petty revenge.
The first billboard goes up in the late 2000s to mid 2010s. Johnny sees it, maybe he has Robby with him at the time, maybe he goes home and says something there, but he says something in a way that sticks with even a child as being important. More billboards go up. Dealerships starting popping up more and more. Daniel’s face, and by extension, the memories, the flashbacks, become inescapable. Johnny, for a third time, spirals again. Before he even knows what’s happening, he’s lost his relationship with his son. And it’s all Daniel’s fault. Of course Daniel doesn’t do it deliberately, but the constant reminders are enough to send him back into a tailspin and Johnny blames him for it.
Because it’s Daniel who is a constant reminder of his failures- it’s Daniel who caused him to lose the tournament and almost get killed, Daniel who put up the billboards that trigger his flashbacks, it’s always Daniel Daniel Daniel.
And then Johnny gets it in his head that he wants to be better. He opens a dojo, teaches Miguel and the other kids, wants to try again- and he almost succeeds.
Johnny up to this point has not deliberately antagonized Daniel in any way. Sure he named the dojo Cobra Kai, but Cobra Kai is all he knows. Besides Johnny doesn’t blame karate for his failures, his best memories are Cobra Kai and he’s trying to be better than Kreese. So what’s the harm in this really? His building is in Reseda, there’s no reason for Daniel to ever be there, he doesn’t do it out of spite, it’s because he lives there and rent is cheap. He doesn’t know about KK3, doesn’t know about Daniel’s own trauma. This isn’t an attack. Johnny sincerely just doesn’t know.
Enter Daniel, stage left. Daniel makes no attempt to talk to him- he simply makes demands and accusations, before he starts making active attempts to put him out of business.
Sure, we as the audience know Daniel has good reasons to not want Cobra Kai back. But Johnny doesn’t. All Johnny knows is that the kid he picked on in high school- who won, who got everything Johnny wanted, who grew up to be successful, has a wonderful wife, two kids who love him, a thriving business- is doing everything he can to make his life hell 30 years after the fact.
And this could only have happened because in 1986 John G. Avildsen decided to add in a scene meant for the original movie into the sequel, for absolutely no fucking reason.
#meta analysis#ranting about cobra kai cuz I can#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#cobra kai#karate kid#I will never get over the fact that that was an actual scene that they filmed#and then got no resolution#FOR 30 YEARS#I apologize to everyone for this post#obviously I have a lot of feelings about this
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In Heat
Summary: Your species goes into heat once or twice every solar cycle, and unfortunately, you're in heat whilst co-piloting Mandos ship. With no supplements, the only way you can get rid of this ache between your legs is with Mandos help.
Pairing: Mando/Din x f!Reader
Word Count: 2809
Rating: NSFW
Tags: Nsfw, Smut, Slight a/b/o dynamics, Sex pollen, In heat, Knotting, Creampies, Multiple orgasms/loads, Reader isn’t human.
Notes: If you enjoy my work then please reblog!!
A co-pilot wasn't something that Mando had ever considered, but since he was carrying such precious cargo, and struggled to shoot and fly at the same time, he decided it was for the best. He'd hired you and told you straight what exactly he needed you for and what his mission was, and after meeting the child, you understood why he felt like it was his duty to return this infant to its breed.
You'd been traveling together for a few weeks now, often sharing the load of flying and helping out with the action whenever you needed to. Mando had told you that in dangerous situations, you were to guard the child whilst he dealt with the fighting, and so far, all had been well.
The two of you got along much better than expected, only because your wit and sarcasm matched his, and you were fine with the few words he spoke. There was no need for pointless chit-chat and gossiping, especially when both of you could be resting instead, so your dynamic worked well.
You're uncertain of what species Mando is, but he's human-like so human is your best guess. You'll never know as he's forbidden to remove his armor, and you're fine with that. It's not something you need to know, but you can't help but be curious. Humans are far too common out in space, they seem to be a very reproductive breed, unlike your own, a dying breed but you've still met a few like you in your time.
Mando had made a comment about how he hasn't seen many of your kind before when he first met you. Funny that, your breed not being common despite things getting very... heated once or twice every solar cycle. With modern technology, those heated ruts can often be tamed and ignored, almost not feeling that urge at all, let alone the smell. But unfortunately, you'd been carrying the bare minimum on this mission and for some reason, you didn't pack the medicine needed to help calm that phase.
So, here you are, crossing one leg harshly over the other as you try to calm your crotch down. It's almost burning, you can feel yourself soaking through another pair of pants but you've already excused yourself more than one to go and use the 'bathroom.' Unfortunately, you're so used to your own smell that your body ignores it, so you're not sure how bad the stench it, but from the way Mando keeps looking over his shoulder at you whilst he drives, you'd assume it's pretty bad.
When you're in heat with a partner, it's fine, often becoming a very intimate and sensual time for the pair. But you haven't got a partner. You're stuck floating through space with some knight in shining armor and a small green being who's almost twice your age. Just your luck.
Mando pulls down on a lever and flicks a couple of buttons, putting the ship into auto-pilot. He swivels his chair around and looks at the child, who's been quietly sat in his floating cot this whole time.
"Come on, you. Naptime," he says as he stands. He picks the child up and slides down the ladders, exiting the cockpit and putting the child into the small hammock he'd made for him in his pod.
You overhear the pods door shut, followed by the sound of Mandos shoes clinking against the metal stairs as he climbs back up. He closes the door as he re-enters the cockpit, sitting back down on his chair and swirling it to face you.
He's silent for a few seconds before he finally says "we need to talk."
"Oh? Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your mind quickly going over the past few weeks to look out for any mistakes you might have made.
"No... I know you can't help it, but..." Mando begins as he waves his hand slightly, shooing away any bad tension that might have been in the air from his blunt sentence starter. "The smell you're letting off, it's... distracting," Mando tells you.
"Oh, sorry! I can't exactly help it. I normally have supplements but... I forgot to bring them," you admit. "I didn't think this would happen whilst I'm out here."
"Bad timing, huh?" Mando asks.
"Yeah," you say with a nod.
He ponders for a moment and you can tell he's thinking about how to help. "We're not going to come across any planets for a few days. Is there... any way I could help?"
"Not unless you have a hidden stash of supplements, no."
"...I didn't mean through the use of supplements. We know that solution is off the table. You're, erm, in heat, aren't you?" Mando questions.
"I am... are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Mando pauses again before eventually replying "yes."
You can feel an uncertain expression creep across your face as you ponder over the thought of Mando helping. "You're human, aren't you?" you ask him.
"I am," he confirms.
"Please don't take offense to this, but I don't think a human would be able to keep up. Those, erm... 'sessions' can last for hours, and you'd definitely be... drained," you explain.
"We can try," Mando says with a shrug.
You're about to respond but Mandos stood up from his seat. He walks over to you and settles down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees as he looks at you. The feeling of Mandos hands resting on your knees is setting you off much more than it should, and you're pretty certain he heard that whimper escape your lips.
"What do you say?" Mando asks you.
"We can try," you say with a small nod.
"Good," Mando replies as he slips off his gloves, chucking them onto his chair and turning his attention back to you.
Mandos hands rest on your knees again, only this time he begins to slide them up your thighs, eventually settling on your waistband. He grips onto it and lightly tugs, waiting patiently for you to lift your hips up. You do, and watch as Mando slowly pulls your pants off, pulling off your boots in the process, leaving you with just your shirt on.
His hands are on your thighs again, trailing up the inside of them. The feeling of skin against skin is setting you off again, your pussy already dripping wet, accidentally beginning to soak the chair. He gently parts your thighs, exposing yourself to him. Mandos thumb rests against your clit as he begins to gently rub it, his head flicking between watching your expression and admiring your folds.
"You're soaked," he informs you. All you can do is nod, your head beginning to spin from the small amount of contact. "Guess I won't need to prep you," he comments.
"Nu-uh," you say as you shake your head.
Mandos hands move away and you can't help but whimper. He softly shushes you as he reaches down and begins to unbutton his pants, pulling out his already hard member. He pumps himself a few times, slicking himself up with the precum that drips from his length. You never thought you'd see Mando in this state, jerking his shaft, getting ready to take you, but it's a welcoming sight that you'd love to see again.
"Up," Mando says as he stands, offering you his hand and pulling you to his feet. "Wrap your legs around me, alright?" Mando says as he places his hands on your hips, his body slightly bent. You know what he's trying to do so you lightly jump, Mando picking you up and holding you tightly. He walks you over to the wall, pressing your back against the cold metal. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, and Mando moves one hand off you so he can line himself up.
The both of you sigh as Mando pushes into you, sheathing himself all the way in, the tip of his cock brushing against your core, making you whine and moan. Mando pauses for a brief moment, probably getting used to the feeling before he begins to fuck you up against the wall. His thrusts are rough and deep, his balls slapping against your ass. Despite the drone of his helmet, the moans he's letting out are so beautiful that your pussy can't help but clench every time he makes them.
"You feel so good," Mando compliments, his voice husky and full of lust.
"So do you," you respond as you wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him for dear life.
Mando rests his head on your shoulder, your cheek turning cold as his helmet presses against you. It's a welcoming touch, your body radiating more heat than the sun, so the coldness of his helmet feels far too good.
You feel your body slipping slightly, but Mando raises you up and presses you even more firmly against the wall, his body pressed right against yours. His hands move down to your ass, gripping onto each cheek as he fucks you. For a man that doesn't talk much, he's quite the moaner, almost moaning louder than you; but Mando manages to brush against that spot inside of you, a scream escaping your lips as you bury your head into the curve of his neck.
"There it is," he says as he begins bucking against it again. His cock ruts against your g-spot perfectly, making your walls tighten around him as you feel your first orgasm nearing.
"So tight," Mando moans, loving the way you're clenching around me. "I'm gonna..." he trails off.
Another few thrusts and Mandos spilling his load inside of you, grunting and moaning against your shoulder, his grip on your ass tightening. You also cum, your walls clenching around Mandos length, making him whimper and stop his thrusts. He's pushed deep inside of you, his orgasm being milked as you ride yours. You're almost painfully tight around him, practically locking him into place.
Eventually, you un-tense, and Mando is able to slip himself out, still panting as he gently lowers you to your feet. "You're not done, are you?" he asks.
"No," you say as you shake your head, holding onto Mandos arms to keep yourself upright as your knees feel like they're about to collapse at any second.
"Get against the chair," Mando orders you as he points to his pilot chair. As you walk over and get down to your knees, Mando speaks again. "I didn't realise you get that tight."
"Yeah," you say with a shrug. "Some people call it knotting as we're similar to animals," you explain.
"You didn't do it then, did you?" he asks as he gets on his knees behind you.
"No," you reply.
"Why?"
"I managed to stop it. I don't want to hurt you. You humans are a bit too soft, wouldn't wanna crush you," you explain with a soft laugh.
"I can take it," Mando shrugs. "Plus your species can't interbreed, can't they?"
"They can't," you say as you peer over your shoulder, watching Mando lazily stroke himself as he talks to you.
"Then it's fine. If you can't help it, then do it," Mando encourages you. He doesn't seem to be admitting it, but he definitely wants to feel how tight you can get around him, so the least you can do is show him as your way of thanking him for helping you out.
"Alright," you agree.
"Good," Mando says with a small nod.
Mando lines himself up again and slips back into you. He rests his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he begins to buck his cock into you. Your hands rest on the seat of his chair, your head resting against them as you begin to moan. You can feel Mandos balls slapping against your clit, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the cockpit.
It was definitely a good mistake to forget your supplements, simply because this mysterious masked stranger, who is technically your boss, is now balls deep inside of you, helping calm your heat and doing a surprisingly good job for a human.
Mando continues to let out the prettiest of moans as he rolls his hips oh-so-perfectly into you. He feels rather sensual and intimate, not feral like he was 5 minutes ago, but things are about to change when Mando shuffles back slightly and pulls you with him, moving your arms and head from the chair you were resting on.
"Give me your arms," Mando orders you.
You move your arms behind your back, forearms pressed together, keeping your upper body raised without support. Mando tightly grips onto your forearms and pushes your chest down, your cheek pressing against the metal floor. He begins to slam into you, keeping a firm grip on your arms behind your back, his body towering over you as he begins to fuck you with an animalistic vibe.
"Shit!" you whimper, enjoying the way Mandos balls slap against your clit. He already feels like he's close, his balls warm and heavy, ready to push another load into you. His previous load is mostly seeping out of you, his thick length pushing the creamy liquid from your cunt as he pounds you for all you're worth.
"Good girl," Mando praises you. That comment makes your head spin and your pussy clench, and Mando picks up on it. "You like that, don't you? My praise?" he asks.
"Mhmm," you say with a small nod, your eyes scrunching shut as you feel Mandos cock hit your core.
"Interesting," Mando replies as he makes a mental note of it.
Mando leans his body over yours even more, his spare hand reaching forward to grip his pilots chair. You're sandwiched underneath him, enjoying the feeling of no-escape as Mando pounds the heat out of you. Your hips feel like they're going to collapse at any moment, Mandos thrusts are a lot harsher than you were expecting, and eventually, you find yourself almost fully lying on the floor. Mando moves his hand off the chair and places it beside your head, keeping his body towered over you.
"Come on. You're close, I can feel it," he tells you, commenting on the way your walls begin to clench around him. "Here, let me help," Mando says.
He straightens his back as he moves his hand from the floor, reaching underneath you to begin rubbing your clit, his other hand still wrapped around your arms.
"Mando," you moan as you feel your orgasm approaching. His cock throbs as you say his name, but he continues to hold himself back, waiting for your release.
"Come on," Mando repeats.
Mando continues to slam his hips against yours, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The pleasure is all too much, and you cum again, this time tightening fully around Mando as you lock him into place.
"Shit!" He yelps as you tighten around him, his cock buried deep inside of you. He spills his load into you, moving his hand off your clit so he can hold his body up, his muscles going weak.
You're a whimpering and panting mess beneath him, and Mando eventually hunches over, resting his head between your shoulder blades as you milk him for all he's worth. He's breathing heavily, moaning, and sometimes grunting from how tight you are around him. At least your heat has calmed down, but you weren't expecting things to end up like this - your boss locked inside of you, probably sweating from how long he's been at it.
Eventually, Mando lifts his head up. He straightens his back as he looks down, giving his cock a small tug but you're still too tight for him to remove his cock without it hurting the both of you.
"Here," Mando says as he wraps an arm around your waist and rolls onto his side, pulling you with him. The two of you are still panting as Mando spoons you, his arm underneath your head, and the other one around your waist.
"Rest," he tells you.
"You should rest too," you reply.
"I will," he agrees.
You want to thank him for helping you out, but you're unsure how to say it without it sounding... weird. You decide to leave it, closing your eyes instead, deciding that you'll repay him however he sees fit when the opportunity arises.
Mando shuts his eyes as well, falling asleep with you on the floor of the cockpit. It's not the most comfortable place to sleep, but it's the only option available when Mando is still locked inside of you. He'll be able to slip out of you by the time you both wake up, but let's hope that nobody tries to disturb your slumber, else things are going to get awkward pretty quickly.
#swwriting#star wars#the mandalorian#mando#din djarin#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#din djarin/you#din djarin/reader#mando x you#mando x reader#mando/you#mando/reader#the mandalorian x you#the mandalorian x reader#f!reader#fem reader#a/b/o#sex pollen#nsft#in heat#female reader#reader insert#star wars universe
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WC: 843
Rated: G
Tags: pregnancy, fluff, domestic life, German (“they are bad”)
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“So I was thinking.”
Niki doesn’t look up from his auto magazine. “Should I be worried?”
“No,” you swat his leg playfully, your head resting on his thighs as you stretch out on the couch. “We need to come up with names.”
He puts his magazine down on the side table next to the couch. Thinking for a moment, he realizes that it was a topic you needed to bring up at some point in the near future. “Yes, I suppose we do.” He rested his hand on your womb and softly stroked the bump.
You had just entered your 5th month of pregnancy and everything was going as anticipated. The morning sickness had abated a few weeks prior and at this point you wore mostly dresses and skirts, if not some of your husband's lounge pants slung low under your growing bump. You both agreed that you didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, rather going the old fashioned way of things.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“For starters, not James. I love my brother but I don't think we need another Jamie running amuck." Niki murmurs his agreement. "I know I want something German or Austrian in there. Maybe a Wolfgang or a Hans, or even Ernst for a boy. Helga or perhaps Ursula for a girl.” Your rambling is anything but amusing to Niki.
“Is this a joke or did you purposefully pick the worst names possible?” he pokes your ribs as he says this. “I grew up around kids with those names; they were all assholes.”
You pout at his accusation. “I would never! They are strong names.”
The look he gives you says bullshit. “I’m not naming my child Wolfgang.”
“Alright, alright,” you chuckle. “Maybe…” you stop mid sentence to bite your lip, “they are pretty horrid aren't they?” You cover your face with your hands to suppress your giggle.
“Sie sind schlecht, liebe,” Niki deadpans.
Sitting up from his lap with some effort, you squint your eyes at him. His arm moves to rest along the back of the couch. “Then you give it a go, hmm?” Your tone is snarky. Let's see if he can do any better.
Niki purses his lips in his signature way as he thinks. Thirty seconds tick by as you wait. Just as you open your mouth to say ‘I told you so’ he speaks.
“Sara.”
Sara. You like it. You like it a lot, especially how his deep Austrian accent gives it a lilt. Niki knows it too because for once you don't have a smartass retort. “And for a boy?” you ask.
He shakes his head at you. Niki makes a living off of risk and chance and gut feelings, and with this he runs with that feeling. “Don’t need one."
You cock your eyebrow at his smug attitude. “And how can you be so sure we won’t have a boy?”
“I’m not,” he shrugs.
“Fine. If we have a girl we will call her Sara. But I’m picking the middle name - you’ll just have to deal,” you smirk.
“If you call her Helga or Olga or something I will leave you.” You let out full-belly laughs at his bluff.
“Oh you wouldn’t dare - you love me too much!” He hums his concession and gives you a sweet kiss.
Thinking for a moment, you blurt “Andrea.”
Niki looks confused for a moment. You never call him by his first name. The only time you had was at your wedding. “It's Andreas, with an S,” he corrects.
"No, no. Andrea - for her middle name, if the baby is a girl that is. A little Andreas junior if they're a boy, or Andrea for a girl."
He pauses as he considers. Niki has never cared much for his given name, it's why he's always gone by a variation of his second name. But he finds the idea intriguing. Like he's giving a piece of himself, aside from the obvious nature of fathering a child. Like a secret shared between two people that connects them for eternity.
Andrea.
At his silence you fear that maybe you've struck a nerve with the suggestion. Maybe he hates it? Maybe it reminds him too much of his own family and their rejection? Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up? Your thoughts run a mile a minute before you break the silence. "Niki..?"
"Sara Andrea," is all he says, his tone rather flat.
"If you don't like it we can think of something else-"
"Sara Andrea Lauda," he says again, a softness in his voice now. This time he faces you; a smile is gracing his features.
He likes it. "Yeah?" Your own smile matches his. "Alright then. If we have a girl she will be Sara Andrea. We do need to talk about boys' names though at some point." You argue lightly, wanting to be prepared if Niki was wrong in his assumption.
With a smirk he picks up his magazine and flips to where he left off, "we will see, liebling."
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Off to the Races | AU: Gangsters/Casino | Russel Adler x fem!reader
Summary: You were born for the stage. A natural dancer with all of your youth used for experience, you now find yourself as a showgirl in one of Vegas' top casinos, the SunDowner. Owned by, Russell Adler, a notorious gangster in the underworld who remains undercover to the public eye, business is booming. Doubly so when a mysterious promotion comes your way, launching you to the top stage...
Just when you thought your life couldn't get more interesting, just how crazy will things get when the old gangster handpicks you from one crazy life to another, to keep for himself?
Tags: Gangster Au, age difference
Warnings: This fic has no explicit smut or anything, but WILL contain some overtly sexual themes and suggestive content, strong language, and age difference bc y'all know me 😪 So reader beware!
Y'all thought I was joking with this post huh lol
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
You’d be surprised how much that little mantra has gotten you through.
Tonight, it comes in handy once more.
You scurry into place on stage, surrounded by an array of women around your age in exactly similar costumes. Glittering, skin tight leotards, sky high heels to pop out some ass, sheer mesh sections to show a little skin, and long, billowing feather accents mounted on your back and head for God knows what.
It’s your first night doing a showgirl routine at the infamous SunDowner casino, right here in shiny, shimmering Sin City itself. You’re one of three acts going on at the same time, all on different floors of the building. Your performance is taking place in the middle floor stage where the least amount of people are likely to see you, just in case you turn out to be a waste of a contract.
You take a look around you. The other women seem so confident… That, or they’re damn good at pretending. Makes sense, you think to yourself, everyone and their mother is a damn actor in this town. It’s all an act... When Shakespeare said “All the world’s a stage”, you doubt this is what he had in mind.
Suddenly, the loudspeaker booms, announcing the start of the show. The lights power on over head, blindingly bright as some oldie style song starts up. Something for the oldsters, no doubt. But then again… aren’t you too?
The curtains shoot to the side on the beat and you can feel yourself pulled into auto pilot. You’ve practiced this dance so many times, it’s like second nature by now. So you dance. You parade around, covered in glitter and somehow managing to not break your neck in these heels while you strut around and roll your hips and shake your ass for some drunk old men with all fourteen of the other women beside you doing exactly the same thing.
And while you preform... Somewhere, way way up on the top floor, Russell Adler, owner of this whole joint and a couple city blocks to boot, returns to his office after taking a walk through the gambling pits. He’s caught two hustlers tonight alone, both of which were dealt with… severely.
The Sundowner doesn’t take kindly to thieves, and neither does he.
He dips into a side room within the office space behind a covertly placed door into a soundproof room. Adler switches on the lights and takes a seat in front of a huge stack of tv monitors. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, and watches the live feed from his many surveillance cameras. These are to keep an eye on his dealers and pit bosses rather than the customers, contrary to what most may think.
Can’t be too careful in this line of business, after all.
The room is silent except for the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the large oak desk. He’s not one for glitz and garish glamour, but he is never without his four favorite rings.
They adorn his right hand, all made of polished platinum. Three are made in the shape of a thin, wound coil with some decorative knurling along the surface in a trapezoidal pattern, getting slightly thicker in size right up to the crown piece on his index finger. The largest ring features the hissing head of a viper with inset eyes made of two black diamonds.
Each ring is easily worth several thousand dollars, and not even close to the most expensive item on his person tonight, let alone in his wardrobe.
His eyes shift from left to right, scanning each screen quickly and judiciously as he taps and sips. For a moment, he lands on the showgirl performance. The quality of entertainment and the establishment itself is every bit as important as making sure everyone else stays in line and on their side of the house rules.
Adler checks the camera marker and notes that these are the new hires. Whatever he sees, he’ll make sure to cut them some slack.
Some.
One girl stumbles a bit, right there on stage. She’s out. Another girl brushes against the one beside her. Out. Then, towards the finale, two girls jump out of sync with the rest. He shakes his head and sighs. Where the fuck are his people getting these girls from?
He takes note of the ones he wants gone, then manages to swallow his frustration and watch the wrap up. Things end to light applause and before the curtain closes he taps a key on his board of switches to pause the feed. He counts up the dancers and take notes of each girl personally.
You know… Throughout that entire shit show, if memory serves, there was only one girl who hit all the marks.
Adler rewinds the feed and focuses on you in particular. He follows your every step and leap. Watching every move, studying every turn…
He was right. Perfect, throughout the whole routine. He reaches for his red phone and calls up the man in charge of the girl shows.
“Who’s the one in position seven, middle stage show?”
There’s a moment of silence and a rustling of paper before the other man replies with your full name, a little bit of your credentials, and the date of your hiring. “Something wrong sir?”
“Yes, send positions three, ten, eight, and twelve home. We have standards, for God’s sake”
“Of course sir-”
“And as for seven… I want her performing top stage next time”
More silence, and then a tentative, “...Yes sir”
Adler clicks the phone into the receiver and takes the last sip of his drink. Hmp, lucky number seven… His gaze lingers on you and your supple body only a moment longer. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip... then goes back to the rest of his cameras.
He’ll be interested to see if you can rise to the task he’s gifted to you.
When the last of your shows ends, you and the rest of the girls head back to the dressing room one more time tonight to get changed out of these contraptions they have you wearing. A stern looking man bursts into the room unannounced, he calls out four girls and sends them packing with no explanation given. His beady eyes scan the room and land on you, nearly giving you a heart attack as you brace to be cut as well.
“And you, seven… You’re performing in the VIP lounge next week. Don’t fuck this up”
And just like that, he leaves as quickly as he came, slamming the door behind him. The other girls turn to congratulate you, some bitterly, while you’re left reeling.
Playing the top floor, the “VIP lounge” is… huge.
Some girls perform here their whole lives and never get to see it. You’ve even heard that they hire foreign professionals, just to meet up to their standards. Up there you can make tips on top of your salary. Well, only for... private dances or pole shows, but still…
You go home that night wondering how such a thing is even possible, but soon decide to shake it off. Who cares how, all that matters is that the chance has come.
And you plan to rise to the occasion.
You spend your next two days off practicing and limbering up both with the other VIP dancers and on your own. Most of the women keep to themselves and you can tell they’re a bit resentful of your presence.
There’s no question about it, you’re the youngest one here and by default the least experienced. What gives you the right to be instantly promoted like that? If only you yourself knew.
Regardless, your first performance on the top floor is here before you know it. And things go… Fairly well, to be honest.
The routine is complex, but you can tell it’s been slowed down to give you a chance. The stage is bigger, the makeup more colorful, the costumes more revealing, and the lights brighter, and yet... you feel right at home. The nervousness has worn off by now and you’re a rising star on the stage.
After a few nights of proving yourself, you’re even hired for some private dances and given a chance on the pole.
The cash pool you take home gets bigger and bigger every night, and so does your audience.
But, for all the eyes on you, there’s one strange pair that bothers you the most…
You’re working a routine with the other girls tonight. The leading girl is out with a sprained ankle, so tonight you were given the honor to dance as the Primadona, front and center on the stage. You twirl and strut up to the front, the women behind you backing you up and mirroring your moves. They continue to spin and clear space in a geometric formation to give you room as you perform the finishing stunt.
With a deep breath of air, you perform an impressive high kick on the crescendo beat that transitions into a backwards somersault and ends in a split at center stage.
A roar of applause and whistles comes from the crowd of wealthy men and women watching you.
All except one.
You lock eyes with a lone gentleman sitting front and center at a round booth table in the dimly lit room. He takes a long drag on his cigarette and even behind his dark aviators you can feel his eyes on you. As though to confirm your suspicions, he lowers the glasses to the bridge of his nose, exhaling a plume of smoke as he stares directly into your irises.
He brings his cigarette back for another hit, the small flame highlighting a horrible looking scar that goes the length of his cheek, and as the curtain falls, his creased, glowing blue eyes are the last you see of him.
The truth is… Adler’s had his eyes on you ever since that first night on the cameras. Tonight, he came down just to see your show in person. You’re just as good as you are on camera. Perhaps, even better.
No... definitely better.
He’s been reviewing your track record as of late. You took ballet lessons ever since you were just four years old. Won several awards for dances and even some state level beauty pageants. Joined the dance club at your highschool and got a scholarship from it to put you through college. You’re trained classically, but it would appear the only jobs you’ve ever gotten are clubs, bars, and casinos just like this one.
Adler smirks to himself, thinking of your pretty young face as he takes another drag. Maybe you're not as innocent as you seem.
He can work with that...
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