#lets raise some fuckin money bitches

[almondamaretto]

dumb

matt sturniolo x afab!reader

summary: matt thinks you’re too smart for him, so he decides that he needs to fix that

warnings: smut 😼😼, dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that), praise, dumbification kink???

for u nasty bitches with a dumbification kink ahem me

also im writing this 1000% stoned out of my mind so it's gonna be extra juicy trust. not proofreading ts !!! 🫶🏼😋

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You flutter your eyes awake as a low vibration from underneath you echoes through your head, a hand is gently caressing your head, the other being thrown around in emphasis.

Blinking the sleep away from your eyes and raising your head, your blurry vision is met with the black fabric of Matt's sweater.

You give his waist one last tight hug, before pushing yourself up and settling next to him, yawning dramatically.

Stretching your arms up, you reveal a small sliver of your skin from underneath your hoodie; immediately a wandering hand finds home around your waist, causing goosebumps crawl over your skin.

Enjoying the teasing touch of Matt's jewelry-ridden fingers, you avert your attention to the theatric and passionate discussion in front of you.

"No, I'm telling you, the moon landing is not real! Because, like-" Nick sat at the edge of the couch eagerly.

Cutting his brother of mid rant, Matt's hand gripped your waist slightly tighter; "No, cause like...why haven't they been back to the moon in all these years!?"

"That's a good point"

"That's what I'm saying!!"

You shake your head, furrowing your brows "What the fuck are you idiots talking about?"

"Y/n."

"Chris?"

"Do you believe in the moon landing?" You frowned, stuttering over your words for a moment. "You don't?"

"Y/n, just think about it! Its been, what, 50 years since Neil fuckin' Armstrong supposedly 'landed on the moon.' So why haven't we been back?"

"And don’t say its a money problem."

"Would you guys like some reasons?" You were always careful to ask before sharing your extensive knowledge---no one likes a know it all.

Watching the three of them nod, you sigh and lean back into Matt's side, crossing your legs over his, biting your lip as his hand fell onto your thigh.

"The main reason we ever went to the moon in the first place is because of the Cold War and the Space Race, 'cause America wanted to prove that they had the bigger dick and shit. That means it was super funded back then---over time NASA's funding went down."

Matt's cold rings press against the warmth of your thighs as he alternates between caressing the length of your thigh and kneading the plush skin of your upper thigh.

"But they could've saved money over time to do it!"

His hand travels further up your leg, threatening to breech the hemline of your shorts.

"They spend all their money on- ahem-on satellite stuff and tech-technology." You lift your outside leg to hopefully block the sight from Nick and Chris.

"N-not to mention they have to get the, the uh- timing just right to avoid landing on craters."

Quickly shooting your hand down to grab Matt's, you swallow roughly as his knuckle traces a circle over your clothed clit.

You see him smirk from the corner of your eye, silently cursing him.

"I don't even care that you have good points, I'm sticking with its fake."

When you don't respond, focused on hiding Matt's curious fingers, Nick and Chris alike are confused.

"You good, Y/n?"

"Girl... you look so focused that you kinda sorta look like you're ‘bout to throw up..."

"Yeah, Y/n/n. You doing okay, baby?" Matt smirks through a teasing voice.

Glaring up at him, you gather your words and place them carefully as his fingers snake under the band of your bottoms.

"Sorry, my head is just hurting from sleeping earlier. I may go to bed soon." You lie as your hand grips his tighter.

A warm hand is pressed to your forehead, followed by the clicking of a tongue.

"You feel warm, pretty. Lets get you to bed." Matt plays into the lie quickly.

Nick almost audibly gags from the other side of the sofa, gathering his stuff and stand. "Okay, after that I need to get away, I'm going to bed."

"Wait, what? You're just leaving me? Alone? Nick I'm coming with."

The pair's arguments grow faint as they climbed the staircase, Matt all but dragging you to his room, quickly closing his door and locking it.

He brought one hand to your hip and the other to the back of your neck, pulling your body flush against his. His lips fervently found yours, kissing you roughly as he walked you backwards.

The backs of your knees met the edge of his bed and you fell backwards onto the plush surface, bouncing up and down a few times as you watched him rid himself of his shirt before climbing on top of you, his lips attaching to your neck

You hum sweetly and wrap your arms around his back, one hand reaching up to rake through the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hands trace your sides diligently, squeezing the plush skin of your thighs as he caresses them, lighting every inch of skin on fire.

"So good, Matt."

He kisses his way back up to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as it opens in a gasp from his hand snaking under the hem of your shirt and grabbing your breast.

Melting into his touch, one hand grips onto his brown locks, trailing your nails lightly down his bare back with the other.

His tattooed arm trails up your front, hand finding home loosely wrapped around the base of your neck causing you to let out a whine into the heated kiss.

A trail of saliva connects the two of you as Matt pulls away from your lips, grabbing the end of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

His pink lips immediately attach to your right nipple, low whines falling eagerly from your bruised lips.

Pulling away briefly, he brings two fingers up to your mouth, resting them on your raw-bitten lips. "Suck" he demands simply, pushing his digits into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue.

Matt continues to trail kisses down your sternum and stomach, leaving slow, teasing kisses just above the band of your shorts.

A teasing finger dips below the band of the blue striped shorts, pulling it away from your skin and letting it snap back into place. A whimper to fell from your filled mouth, prompting matt to press down harder on your tongue.

“What did I say? Thought you were supposed to be smart, baby” He teases condescendingly, lips still trailing down your front, leaving a slow and unsatisfying kiss right where you needed him most.

Your cheeks pull in as you suck on his fingers, humming out a whine as you mentally urge him to stop teasing.

As if he can read your thoughts, he pulls his now slick fingers from your mouth, using both his hands to smoothly slide your shorts and panties down, tossing them across the room.

He sits up, taking a moment to admire his girl, hooded eyes raking up and down your body with desire. "So perfect... my perfect girl."

You relish in his praise, avoiding his eyes in embarrassment as you try to cover yourself.

His large hands quickly find yours, pushing them down to your sides as he flattens himself against his bed, head hovering over your sopping wet folds.

Your hands fought against his hold as he nips at your inner thighs, soothing his marks with his tongue.

"Matt, please" A breathless moan escapes from your pleading mouth, causing him to stare up into your eyes, a smirk on his lips.

"What do you want, mama? Say it." He demanded, sucking a harsh mark just a few inches from your needy core.

"Fuck, Matt. I need you, need your tongue, please baby." Your right hand broke from his hold, immediately gripping onto his soft brown locks. "Good girl" You tug and exhale an audible gasp as he finally flattens his tongue against you, causing him to hum out a moan.

Matt traces shapes his name on your sensitive bud, occasionally wrapping his lips around you and sucking harshly, chuckling as your hips buck against his face in pleasure. He could die a happy man delving in your slick folds.

One arm pins you down by your hips, the other starting to circle your dripping hole in tantalizing strokes.

His actions quickly turned you into a moaning, whimpering mess, your babbling only spurring him on.

The once teasing circles turned into a quick thrust as he stretched you out, fingertips curling up into you, hitting that spot inside of you.

"Oh, fuck! Matt, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Feel good baby? Huh? Use your words." He said, pulling away for a brief moment before continuing.

The all-too familiar knot formed in the pit of your stomach; "So cl-"

As you began to speak, his movements became rougher and faster, forcing a near pornographic moan from your beat-up lips.

"Hm? What was that, ma?"

Both of your hands bury themselves in his thick hair, tugging as he fingered you roughly.

"God, m'so--fuck, Matt. I'm, m'so-so close!" You struggle to get out, hips pushing against his flexing arm as he pulls you to the edge, finally pushing you over with one last flick of his tongue.

Lower half shaking, you try to catch your breath, quickly finding the task difficult as he relentlessly continued to fuck you with his fingers. Your thighs close around him, but he still continued, prying them open with his other arm.

"Too much! Too much." You think your whine falls on deaf ears but he slowly pulls away, leaving one last quick kiss on your sensitive clit.

Matt traces gentle circles on your thigh as you come down from your high, only stopping to remove his sweatpants and boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking himself slowly.

Your eyes drift to the sight and, biting your lip with droopy eyes, you slowly rise out of the bed, using his knee as support as you kneel in front of him.

His hand came down to gently hold your face, thumb caressing your cheek before pulling your bottom lip down, letting it bounce back into place as he pulled away. He gripped his length in his other hand, guiding it down to your pink lips, tracing them as he bit his own.

Opening your lips, you allow him to slowly enter your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and doing circles along the bottom.

Your head bobs up and down as his fingers thread into your hair, a low moan escaping from your throat.

After a few moments, his grip tightens as he forcefully moves your head up and down on him as he pleases, a whiny groan falling from his pretty lips

"Don't have much to say now, do you mama? All choked up on my cock. Y'look so pretty takin' me down your throat."

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, swallowing roughly around him as you try not to gag—he only grunts louder.

He presses your nose to his trimmed thatch of hair for a few seconds, roughly tugging on your hair to pull you completely off him, gasping breaths escaping from your abused mouth.

Staring down at you in admiration, he smiles at your heaving chest and water eyes staring back up at him “So perfect, doll.”

He pulls you back up, immediately pushing you back on his bed and attacking you with hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your stomach to your lips. He rubbed his throbbing length against your slick folds, not missing the way you gasped against his lips.

Without warning, his hips push forward, splitting you open and eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

Your walls immediately clench around him, hearing a strained grunt fall from his throat

“Fuck, mama. Won’t last if you keep that up.”

You don’t respond, words dying off in your throat as his hips meet yours with a quiet noise.

His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his thrusts increase in speed and intensity.

Your words tumble out of your mouth like alphabet soup, stuttering and gasping and hiccuping instead of stringing together sentences.

“Not so smart now, hm? Can’t even form your words, poor dumb baby.” He mutters sinful nothings into your ear, pushing your thighs into your chest as his tip brushes against that spot.

A long whine escaped from you at the feeling, manicured nails digging into the skin of his back and tangling themselves in his chocolate locks, tugging.

The pain only encourages him to continue, busying himself with creating marks all along your chest and neck. He could listen to you desperate whines and moans all day, your delicious whimpers never failed to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A knot began to form in your stomach, and the world seemed to slow.

As you begin to tighten around him he slams his hips into yours at what seems like an impossible pace, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“You gonna cum pretty girl? Tell me. Tell me what you need” He brings his thumb down to toy with your sensitive clit, watching with a smirk as you struggle with your words.

“G-gonna, mm-fuck! Gonna cum, Matt! P-please let me cum!” You cry out head falling against his plush, silk-covered pillow case as you urged yourself to hold it in.

His thrusts become uncoordinated, showing he was nearing his climax.

“Did-fuck, did so well. Cum for me, mama, let it all out” He serenades you with his strained voice, grunts threatening to become whimpers.

The knot inside you snapped, causing you to yell out in a moan that definitely upset both Nick and Chris and the neighbors.

You saw white as you release all over his cock, legs trembling with your orgasm against Matt’s hold.

He fucks you through your release, afterwards thrusting once, twice, three times, before pulling out and shooting white, hot lines across your abdomen, hushed moans falling from his pink lips.

You feel a few kisses being placed on the sides of your face and forehead, along with Matt’s heaving chest pressing against yours.

“You did so good, baby. Did I go too hard?” He asks concerned, brushing stray hairs out of your face and tracing your jawline carefully.

Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you “no, made me feel so good.” He smiles at the tired, fucked out voice you sported.

As much as he wished to stay in that position forever, he lifted himself off of you, despite your protests.

“Just gotta get you cleaned up, mama. Then we can lay here ‘till the sun burns out.” He said while picking up a random shirt and wiping you and himself off.

After taking care of you and making sure you both were comfortable and clean, he crawled under his warm comforter with you and attached himself to you, nuzzling his head into your neck.

Scrolling on his phone, he clicked on his unread messages.

Chris

Y’all are nasty

12:57 am

Nick

Go to a hotel next time cause what the fuck.

1:12 am

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[coryosbaby]

Can you give me something with barry from obx x innocent!reader and she's like rafe's little Sister and he like tells rafe that she needs to stay with him until he gets ALL his money plsss girls I'm deprived of my word porn 😫 ( Add some smut pleaseeeeeeee )

Honey <🧡 >

Barry (Outer Banks)/reader

a/n: Barry is dark asf in this so if that’s not ur vibe u can request again 🫶🏻 but anyways he’s so hot + I’m picturing s3 Barry 🫦

Warning: slight dubcon, kidnapping, blackmail, mention of guns and drug use (reader gets high), slight age gap? But it’s not really important + the reader is of age // forced oral (m receiving), throatfucking, fingering, the word ‘bitch’ a lot, pussy slapping, p n v, dumbification, loss of virginity, sir kink, sub! Reader, dom! Barry

“Please let me go!”

Your voice is desperate, as Barry shoves you inside of his home. You almost trip over your Mary Jane platforms when your foot hits a step wrong, but Barry catches you with one of his strong arms and pulls you up.

“You know a deal’s a deal, sweet thing’.”

His voice has a slight southern drawl, and you squeak when he pushes you down onto the couch. “Now stay your ass right there.”

You don’t even know how you got into this situation. One minute you’re having drinks with a few friends from your private school, and then the next minute you’re getting dragged away by your brother’s drug dealer. You don’t know exactly what he means by deal. You had never made one with him.

You two had spoken a few times when he spent his time at the Cameron residence when everyone in your family besides you and Rafe were gone. Rafe, being the untrustworthy shit that he is, surprisingly doesn’t despise you like he does your other siblings. In fact, you’ve become his favorite and most important one.

But clearly not important enough, since he’s probably got you involved in his cocaine dealing stuff.

“Did Rafe…” you watch as Barry rummages around in his kitchen cabinets, clearly paying no mind as you speak. “Did Rafe make a deal with you? Or something? I-I have money, I have lot of it—“

“Thirty thousand?”

The number makes your eyebrows raise in surprise. Thirty thousand dollars.. for coke? A“few lines”, as Rafe had called it. Yeah right.

“I-I don’t—“

“Well until then, I’d advise you to keep that stupid little mouth shut.”

His demand scares you, a bit. In fact, this whole situation does. Barry had always been nice to you. Maybe a bit too nice, if anyone from outside the two of you saw the situation (Rafe certainly did). But regardless, you don’t know what’s going to happen if your brother doesn’t get that money.

Barry seems to finally find what he’s looking for inside a wooden drawer. When he pulls it out, it’s a gun.

Bile rises in your throat when you see the weapon, the safety off and, you assume, packed with bullets. He throws it down onto the table in front of you.

“See that?” He asks. You nod heavily, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“Yes sir.”

You say it dumbly. You don’t know what else to say. Barry’s grin is wide when the words leave your lips.

“You try to run,” Barry starts. His tone shouldn’t be so tantalizing, but it is. “And I’ll use it. So don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You nod, numb with fear. Barry picks up the gun and moves around the table to sit beside you. He’s exponentially close, his shoulder touching yours as he leans back against the fabric of the couch.

You don’t know what to do, really. What exactly are you supposed to do when your brother’s drug dealer is holding you for ransom? But you play with the hem of your skirt as Barry reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a bag of shiny white powder.

Your face scrunches up and you shiver. He uses his fingers to make a sloppy trail of cocaine on the hilt of the gun. You expect him to do the line he had created, but instead he just shrugs and stares at you for a moment with a glazed look.

“Why don’t you take some?“

You don’t think it’s a request. Your bottom lip catches in between your teeth. You sniffle.

“I don’t want to.”

“Cmon, now,” his tone is like honey but you can hear the threat. “Be a good girl.”

You look down at the drug, stark white against the metal of the shiny weapon and back to him, but you figure you have no choice. You just hope and pray that the addict gene didn’t make its way to you like it did Rafe as you press your nose against the gun. It’s right over Barry’s lap; if you weren’t so plagued with innocence, you would notice how close your face is to his aching prick as you peer over his lap. You jump when you feel the man’s hands twist themselves in your hair.

“Atta girl.”

The drug isn’t something you’re used to. You’re definitely not the type to drink, let alone do coke; but snorting it doesn’t seem as hard as you expected. Your brain is a little fuzzy once you lift your head up.

Barry puts the gun down on the table, and pours some more coke onto the glass in front of him. He snorts up a line, and lets out a low groan. And then he moves back and his hands move to your neck. He twists your strands of hair with two long fingers.

“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?”

You flush. All the while your high begins to kick in, and you exhale shakily. Your thighs clench together, and you don’t really understand why. “T-Thank you..”

Barry chuckles. His lips are really close to your ear and you notice that he smells really nice. It’s making you a bit dizzy.

“Such good manners for such a good girl.” He praises. You gulp, the feeling of his hand suddenly on your leg making you jump. The man notices, and frowns. “Cmon now, sweetness. I don’t bite.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You squeak out. He grins, his fingers inching up higher to ghost over the inner part of your thighs.

“Think we can keep ourselves a little busy before your brother gets here, don’t you think?”

You nod, dumbly, as his fingers ghost over your Cherry print panties underneath your skirt. It’s a new sensation; you’ve never been touched like this. You’ve heard it’s what people that are married do, people that love and care for each other. You don’t think this is how you’re supposed to do it.

“W-Wait, Barry—“

But it’s too late now, because his fingers are rubbing your clit in slow, soft circles. You let out a tiny moan, your legs automatically parting against your own will. You can feel an ache bubbling up in your core, your little button starting to throb.

“You’re so wet, goddamn.”

It comes out low and throaty, and when you look down at Barry’s hand you can see that he’s palming his cock through his basketball shorts. You don’t know why, exactly, but your mouth begins to water as you watch the outline of him through the fabric.

“W-Wet?”

Barry breathes out a laugh at your innocence, giving a teasing flick to the bud by thumping it with his thumb and forefinger. You squirm, a small noise of pleasure rippling out of you.

“You’re cunt, darlin’.” He says. “It’s wet. Happens when you start thinking about dirty things.”

You frown as your wetness drips on his hand. “‘M not… ‘m not dirty! I swear!”

“I think you’re lyin’ to me… I think you are.“ His fingertip teasingly ghosts over your hole. “— but that’s okay. I like dirty girls.”

His middle finger sinks inside you to the hilt. You gasp, the sensation making your hips lift off the couch when he curls it. You moan, breathy.

“That— that feels good..”

“I know, angel. And you’re gonna take another one for me, aren’t ya?”

“I-“ you hesitate, but another swipe against your clit with Barry’s thumb has you keening against the couch. “Yeah! Yes, yes, anything, I’ll take anything!”

His forefinger slips in, next. It’s tight fit, but nothing you can’t handle. And when Barry puts you into a chokehold with one of his strong arms, he drags your body into his lap. His bulge hits your ass and you let out a mewl, his fingers never leaving you. His pace increases, his other hand moving from your throat to your skirt. He lifts it up and pulls your underwear to the side so he can watch his fingers move in and out of you.

“These panties are so cute,” he whispers into your ear. Your eyes roll back when your sopping wet cunt begins to make harsh gushing noises. “It’s too bad they’re getting ruined, huh?”

You nod, not a single thought left in your hazy brain. Your ruffle socked feet accidentally kick the table from the pleasure making your body spasm. You barely even acknowledge it, but Barry’s unused arm goes to your neck again and he holds down on each side of your throat.

“Don’t break my shit, bitch,” he growls. “You and your brother owe me enough already.”

“I-I’m sorry!” It comes out choked, scared, and dripping of pleasure all at once. His thumb moves to your clit again. You can feel something inside you building up, a wad of tension threatening to release. Your brows furrow in confusion and you become worried. What if Barry gets mad at you for feeling this way?

“S-Sir—“ your hole throbs mercilessly, face scrunched up. “Barry— think ‘m gonna.. gonna pee! S-Stop!”

“No you’re not, baby,” He chuckles. “You’re gonna cum— only good girls cum. So wet my fuckin shorts, dollface.”

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, all of your limbs seizing up with tension. Your mind becomes foggy, and you scream as you begin to squirt all over your panties and onto Barry’s thighs.

“That’s it, honey. Shit, look at you…”

You sob, overwhelmed from all the sensation flooding your psyche. You stay against Barry, the warmth of his body bringing you comfort as your eyes droop. But you know you can’t sleep yet; you won’t allow yourself to.

Barry presses a kiss to your neck, begins gesturing for you to get up. You move up on shaky legs. And as bad as it is, you frown when his body leaves yours.

“D-Did I do something wrong, sir?”

He doesn’t reply; he simply presses his lips to yours, harsh and full of want. His strong arms go around your waist and his fingers dance along the hem of your shirt. He moves the fabric up, and up, until your bra is the only thing left on your upper half. You let him do it.

He palms your breasts and you gasp at the sensation. You’ve always been a bit sensitive there.

“Take this off,” he says, gesturing to the cups holding your tits in place. You obey, shyly in clipping your bra and revealing your puffy nipples to him. His mouth goes down to suckle one of the buds into his mouth. He hums around it, scrapes his teeth against the sensitive nerves and then begins unzipping your skirt.

“Any guy ever touched you?” He asks, as your soaked panties become the only thing covering your body. You’re incredibly shy, now.

“No— no one has.”

“Good.” And then he’s taking your panties off, sliding them down your legs and leaving you completely in the nude. It’s invading, incredibly so, but your pussy begins to ache for another orgasm again.

“Sit back down.” Barry demands.

You obey and he sits down next to you. The material of the couch is cold against your skin as he grabs your hair and pulls you towards his body with a rough hand. You squirm, trying to find a position that makes you comfortable, and settling with facing him on your knees. He loosens the drawstring of his shorts as he looks down at you with lust glittering in his eyes. You aren’t sure where to put your hands, so you decide to rest one on Barry’s thigh and the other on the couch. He reaches into his now loosened shorts and pulls out his cock.

You gawk, the sight of a dick being an unfamiliar image to you. He’s girthy, perfectly thick and a bit long. Precum pearls at the head of him as he watches your pleading eyes. He grabs your hair, firm.

You gasp when he shoves your face against him. Your ass is up in the air now, your tits pressed flush against his thigh. His tip is wet against your cheek, smearing precum all over your nose and underneath your eyes.

“Feel that?” He purrs.

You nod, dazed. “Yeah..” your hand reaches to touch it, curiosity peaking your interest. “It’s— its really pretty.”

“Yeah?” He gathers a string of his pre onto his finger, brings it up to your face and rubs it teasingly against the opening of your lips while you busy yourself with playing with the base of him. “Get a taste, baby.”

Your face turns a deep cherry red as you shyly stick your tongue out. His arousal coats your tongue, and as disgusting as you feel you can’t help but love the taste of him.

“‘S good,” you murmur. “I— I wan’ more of it.”

“I bet you want my cum all inside, don’t you?”

Your bottom lip turns down and you cutely raise your eyebrows together. “What’s cum? You keep saying that…”

He laughs, genuinely laughs. Your stupidity is amusing to him.

“Dressing in all those short little skirts and lookin’ at me with those pouty lips and you still don’t understand what I’m saying? You really are dumb.”

You shake your head, the words “I’m not dumb” falling from your lips over and over as you lean down and lick up some more of his pre to satiate yourself. Barry’s tongue runs along his bottom lip as he watches you, a large hand going down to stroke your hair out of your face.

“Cum is the stuff that comes out when you get that really good feelin’. “ he explains. “You came earlier, so I bet that little pussy’s coated in it right now.”

You bite your lip, kitten licking his cock once more and then pulling back.

“I wanna make you cum.”

He grabs your hair and pulls you back down. “I know.”

You whine, and then he’s groaning and bucking his dripping length against your lips.

“God, I know that mouth is—“ he doesn’t even hesitate to find the opening of your mouth and slip his tip inside. The taste is odd to you, but not inherently unpleasant. He’s musky and you can smell the scent of his arousal radiating off of him. “—so goddamn good. Fuck yeah, that’s it.”

You moan around him, your mouth swallowing him up more as the weight of his aching prick makes you more and more turned on. You down him as much as you can, his girth making the corners of your glossed lips burn.

“Knew a little kook girl like you would be good at taking dick,” Barry drawls. His hips thrust against your intensely, heavy balls slapping against your chin and spit leaking down them from your gaping mouth. “Cock taste good, baby? Huh?”

The choked moan and the string of drool pooling out of your mouth and down your neck tells him all he needs to know. He chuckles. “Yeah, I bet it does. Drooling little bitch.”

You know he’s right. And as bad as it is, the humiliation that he’s bestowing upon you is pleasurable. Your wetness is dripping down your thighs at his words.

You moan, moving his hands off your head so you can move off of his cock and begin suckling his balls. He moans loud and his fingernails dig back into your scalp again. You’re desperate, desperate to feel his skin and his smell and his taste, and you’re whining while you lick his heavy sack with hard strokes of your tongue.

“God, such a sweet fuckin’ slut. You’re doin’ so good.”

You whimper, downing his cock again and gurgling around him. Your pussy is soaked, and you try to move it around on the material of the couch to get friction. Barry grins when he sees your desperation.

“Needa cum?”

You pull off of him with a pop, eyes looking up at him pleadingly. “Yes sir.”

His fingers touch your swollen clit. Teasingly, just to see you squirm as he shoves his cock in your mouth again. And when he begins to rub harshly, you begin to buck your hips against him. Your second orgasm is already nearing, and when it happens you shake and choke around his length. He gives your pussy a light slap and yanks you off of him. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick staining the edges of your mouth and your hair stuck to your forehead in messy strands. Barry pulls you up to give you another kiss. And then he pulls you onto his lap again.

And in the midst of your lips on his, you hear his phone ring.

It’s on the nightstand next to the couch. An easy reach for him, and as he grabs the phone you see the words ‘COUNTRY CLUB’ flash across the screen in bold white letters.

Your eyes widen, shaking your head as Barry chuckles out, “damn, sweetness. It’s your brother.”

“Please… d-don’t let him—“ you cry, exasperated, as Barry presses his bare cock to your entrance. “Don’t let him know what I did— please! He’ll be so mad at me…”

The older man grins as he holds you down onto his cock; not quite in just yet, but it makes you quiver thinking about him stretching you out. He mocks you with a bullying tone.

“Aww, don’t worry honey.” He coos. “I won’t tell your big brother you’ve been a bad girl. Just let me pick up this call.”

Relief almost washes over you, if it wasn’t for the fact that Barry is still pressed flush against you. It’s making it hard for you to concentrate. He presses the green button, signaling that he’s answered the call.

“Where is she.”

Rafe’s voice sounds on the other line, and he’s extremely pissed.

“Perfectly fine, country club. In fact, I think she’s having the time of her life right now” Barry quips, as if you’re not dripping down his cock with a look of shame on your face. “I just need my money..”

He pauses, watching as your eyes furrow closed and you begin to move against him. You’re lost in your own pleasure now. You can’t help it. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit has you clenching and aching to release. You bury your face in his neck, trying to contain your whimpers.

“Look, man,” Rafe starts. He doesn’t like the way those words spewed from Barry’s lips. It makes him uneasy.

“I’ll— I’ll get your money, okay? Just— promise me you won’t hurt her. Please.”

“Oh,” Barry lets out a laugh. “We’re far from that.”

He lifts your hips with one of his hands. His tip begins to probe your entrance You gasp as your walls sink down on him.

“In fact, I think I can drown out your little debt and set you up for another month.”

#Barry (obx) #Barry obx #Barry (obx) x reader #Barry (obx) x fem! reader #Barry (obx) x innocent! reader #Barry (obx) x Bimbo! reader #obx #outer banks #Barry outer banks #Barry obx fanfiction #Barry obx smut

[macsimagines]

How would Yandere!Kisaki, Yandere!Draken and Yandere!Baji react to a darling trying to leave them because they’re insecure about not being good enough for them? Thx!

TW: YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, Obsessive Behavior, Baby Trapping

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta

Well this is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

How in the hell with all his planning and obsessive scheming could you ever think you weren't good enough? Didn't you know that this was all for you?

All the money and luxury was only so you could have what you deserved in life. Not to make you feel worthless.

"We both know you could do better... I'm just holding you back-!"

"Enough, Y/N!" he finally snaps, raising his voice against you for the first time. Smearing your good name was a heinous crime, even if it was you doing it.

"None of it matters. Not the money, the power, not even my own life means anything, if it isn't for you."

Watching you tear up at his words makes Kisaki's heart ache in ways that he hates. You're his only weakness and it feels like you're trying to kill him.

"Bu-but how can I ever compare with what you really deserve-!" "You're what I deserve. You're the only thing I need Y/N, I swear so please... Don't ever try to leave again."

Yandere!Draken

Feels like a worthless piece of shit for having made you feel that way. Was his love really not enough to convince you? The second you even mention leaving sends him in a downwhirl spiral.

Draken won't even entertain the idea of you leaving him. No matter the reason. He honestly doesn't handle it well and really does nothing to reassure you.

"That's fucking dumb, Y/N. We're not talkin' about this."

Oh but he sees the way you're loosing yourself to your own insecurities and he's failing at making you feel better. He tries to be more physically affectionate, makes attempts at complimenting you. But he can see you're going further and further down your own rabbit hole of doubt.

Finally loses it when he finds your drafts upon drafts of letters to him for when you do leave. All of them explaining how sorry you are but that you know he needs and deserves more.

Ken makes a decision to keep you forever. He's poking holes in condoms and tossing out your birth control. You're not going to be able to go anywhere with his baby.

Yandere!Baji Keisuke

"Who fuckin' said that to you?" is the first thing he says because there is no way that you, the literal perfect being that you are, could ever think that you're not good enough than some held back delinquent.

But nope. Apparently that pretty little head of yours is just for show because you're obviously not using it to think. No way in hell does Baji think for one second he could do better.

You're it baby-girl, and he's not letting you go. "Too bad for you, I ain't allowin' you to leave. Dummy." He says that and covers you in kisses, smothering any protests or complaints with his smooches.

He wasn't a huge PDA guy, but now he's swimming in it. Kisses every time he sees you, hand holding anywhere you two go, constant baby names that get more and more absurd.

"Honeypie, babygirl, sugar tits, snookums." And he's living for the way you go red in the face with embarrassment and rage. Good. You're too annoyed to doubt yourself, right?

Eventually he can see that you're starting to feel better and not doubting yourself anymore. But that doesn't mean he does. You actually believed he would let you go. That you could go. Now Baji has his eyes on you like a hawk. Watching for the slightest hint that you're going to bail. Not like he'd ever let you.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere kisaki tetta #yandere draken #yandere ken ryuguji #yandere baji keisuke

[amyispxnk]

And if you were my little girl

Summary - your dad sucks and you finally turn to Joel for help (summaries are my specialty can you tell)

A/N: SO my dad’s being a little bitchy and making me genuinely want to unalive a little bit, I remembered this song existed, Joel is the father we all wish we had, and here we are. Also I’ve (fortunately) never had to deal with an alcoholic so I’m sorry if it’s not written very well?

Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (can probably be read as gn tho?)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: paternal issues (i refuse to say daddy sorry), alcohol mention, language, angst, comfort, a lot of tears, father Joel, implications of using certain methods to get things you want, verbal/physical abuse, blood

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Part 2 here

You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in that he tried to threaten you with a long time ago, letting the curses and attempts to break you apart in through one ear and straight out the other. That way you wouldn’t be able to linger on them for too long; it was better that way.

“Where’s the fuckin’ drinks?” Your dad yelled, stumbling around the kitchen and throwing open the shelves in his search, met with nothing but dust. You skated around him as best you could but after he had almost torn apart the wood trying to find the alcohol, he turned to you.

Red in the face, sweating furiously with a look that could definitely kill you. Hands balled at his sides as he took a step towards you.

“D’you hide it again?” He said menacingly, trying to instil as much fear as he could into you, desperate for the liquid relief.

This time, you hadn’t hidden it. You knew better than to try and help him anymore, he couldn’t be fixed and you had to just accept it. When you were younger, when you were more stupid, more hopeful, you had tried hiding it or disposing of it in secret to try and discourage his alcoholism - only to be met with a split lip and hundreds of salty tears spilling from your eyes, only to be ignored and discarded and yelled at and told you were useless before being sent out to go get more. Sometimes without money, him saying that you’d just have to find another way to get it.

You were so disgusted with the prospect of what he was surely insinuating, but thinking about what he might do if you came back empty-handed was somehow scarier to you at the time.

“Fucking answer me!” He snarled, pulling you up by your collar and glaring at you.

“I didn’t hide it- there’s none left, and there’s no way to get any right now. If you just calm-” You began, trying to keep your voice steady and your face void of too much emotion. You weren’t going to let him do anything. He didn’t scare you anymore.

“Well you best fuckin’ find some, you bitch!” He shoved you towards the door, knocking you onto the hard wooden floor in the process and watching you cry out in pain without so much as batting an eye, too fucking stubborn to even feel any remorse since he was always fucking right about everything like he was now.

“Don’t think about coming back here unless you find me it.” And with that, he slammed the door in your face, leaving you outside the apartment door in the hallway.

You let out a shaky exhale, hands raising and covering your face as you furiously wiped away any tears that threatened to spill. Your hands balled up in your face as you hit your head over and over. You had to think of something. No matter how much of a poker face you put on in front of him, you were still terrified deep down, that feeling would never go away no matter how long you’d been putting up with it for.

You ran through all of your usual options, but you genuinely couldn’t think of one that would work today. It was nearly impossible to get your hands on alcohol in the apocalypse with ration cards, without them you had to resort to other means and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that right now.

Just when you thought that all hope was lost, the familiar and far-too-comforting Southern drawl of Joel Miller sounded from across the hallway.

“Y’alright sweetheart?” He asked cautiously. He had heard some banging coming from your apartment and had opened the door to find you standing there, tugging at your hair in frustration and looking like you were about to explode.

You turned to face him, opening your mouth to speak but not really knowing what to say.

How many times had this happened? How many times had your own father terrorised you for any minor inconvenience and blamed you for everything, made you feel stupid and worthless of any attention or love? And how many times had Joel still given you that attention, that love, or whatever it was. Maybe it was love, maybe he was just being nice to you, but you told yourself that’s what love was since you knew no better. Growing up in this world was cruel enough, but without anyone who truly loved you and liked to make sure you knew that every day, nobody to protect you from the monsters - infected and human - that inhibited it, that felt like the worst fate you could suffer.

So were you alright? No. No, of course you weren’t. But you’d say you were just like you had every time, because you didn’t want to bother people with your ‘issues’. As well as numbing yourself from feeling any intense fear or sadness as a result of your father’s endless torment, you also found it incredibly difficult to take pity on yourself. You always felt like your issues were never that real, that your father had a hard life and maybe you should just let him take it out on you.

“I’m..” you began, mustering up a pathetic excuse for a smile as you glanced from his face to the ground in front of your feet, “I’m fine, thank you.”

You knew the exact expression which would be on his face without even needing to look up, having seen it too many times. That one where he looks worried, his brows furrowed as he tries to pick you apart and figure out what the hell was actually going on, slightly angry too as this kept on happening and you still refused to tell him anything. Did you not trust him? Did he do something wrong? He knew he was threatening to people, that’s what he was known for in the QZ. But he had never done anything to you, he’d always tried helping you but you never talked or anything at all with him.

“Do you um- do you have any beer? Any alcohol would be fine really, I just need it right now. I can pay you but I don’t have any ration cards so it would have to be later on unless you could think of anything…” You trailed off at the end, not wanting to say it and give him the option in case he hadn’t thought of it yet, praying he wouldn’t want that.

“Yeah, I got some.” He murmured, before blinking a few times and opening the door to his apartment again, cogs turning in his brain as he still tried to figure out what happened.

“Come in, don’t need ya standin’ there like a lemon.” He said when you stayed fixed to the ground beneath you instead of following him inside like he had very clearly offered when he left the door open after walking in himself.

“Right.” You nodded as you entered his apartment, closing the door gently behind you and watching him as he went over to his cabinets and reached for some whiskey.

You took in his living space. It was clean, organised. The small entryway led straight into the living room which was linked to the kitchen space, a dusty couch in the centre of the room and a coffee table in front of it. A few books were on the table, along with some slightly cracked glasses. You never took Joel to be much of a reader, clearly you were wrong.

There were 2 more doors which were closed and you could only assume that they were the bathroom and his bedroom.

“Hope this ‘s okay.” He said as he appeared in front of you, bottle of whiskey in hand.

“You’re not drinkin’ this all by yourself, are ya?” A smirk appeared on his face as he attempted the light teasing with you, maybe that would cheer you up a bit.

Your expression bore a smile which faltered and faded quickly. If only he knew.

“No, no. It’s for my dad. He ran out so.. Yeah. How do you want me to pay?” You said quietly. Whatever it took, you supposed.

He noticed the dejected look on your face as you looked up at him. So tired. That’s what came to mind whenever he looked at you. Barely an adult and already looking like you were at death’s door whenever he saw you. Exhaustion clouded all of your features and your mind when you trudged up the stairs, down the corridor and up to your apartment door, entering as your shoulders somehow slumped even more.

“Y’ don’t needa pay, sweetheart.” He told you, and you blinked a few times in confusion.

“Really?” There was no way. Alcohol was so hard to come by, and here he was giving you a bottle for free?

“Yeah.” He nodded, making sure you had a good hold on the bottle before letting go of it and pursing his lips as he thought deeply yet again.

“‘F you ever need to talk or anythin’, I’m always here for ya, okay?” He said before you could leave, making you stop with your back towards him as you stood at the door.

“Thank you, Joel.” You whispered before leaving and returning to your own apartment.

After that, you found yourself on Joel’s doorstep a few more times - you didn’t go every time you needed something, not wanting him to think you were taking advantage of his kindness, so sometimes you were just genuinely hanging out with him.

He had some little books and crosswords, stories to tell you, and one time he’d even come across a VHS tape with a movie from the dawn of time on it which the two of you had watched one evening.

You stayed too late and definitely paid the price for it, but it was worth it, you told yourself as you cleaned the blood from your arms and hissed at the sting of a newly-formed bruise.

Then, one evening, it finally fell apart. He threw you out of the house, quite literally, and you were already knocking on Joel’s door before you could realise what you were doing.

He opened the door and you slammed yourself into him, causing him to let out a little cough as he stumbled back, arms tentatively wrapping around you.

“Woah, woah, y’alright sweetheart?” He asked, taken aback by your sudden action.

“Joel, I- I'm sorry.” You choked out, tightening your hold on him and fisting his shirt.

He ushered you gently into his apartment, closing the door behind you and sitting you down on the couch.

“What's goin’ on? What happened?” He said, watching as you trembled, lip quivering as you tried to formulate a sentence without bursting into tears.

You ultimately failed at that. Only managing the words my dad before a pained sob wracked through your entire body and you were crying into your palms.

Joel rushed to your side, pulling you into him and rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly.

“‘s okay. You can talk to me, tell me what's goin’ on honey.” He told you, pulling back slowly from you to try and make you look at him, frown deepening on his face when he saw how upset you were.

“He- he- kicked me out, ‘cause I didn't- I lost the cards and- he got too angry at me so then- I was mad at him back and he hurt me so I said I didn't want to stay and he-” You stuttered, trying to actually remember what had happened in the first place then explain it as best you could.

His jaw clenched with anger. How could someone do that to their own child? Your father had clearly put you through so much emotionally and physically, and you had done nothing wrong. You were a good kid, and you deserved better than that. He could be better for you.

Your shaky breathing filled the room as he came back to his senses, willing his fury to stop clouding his head so he could focus on what was more important right now - you. He'd deal with him later.

His thumb reached up and wiped a stray tear from your face before he pulled you close again, hugging you tight.

“You stay here, okay? ‘m so sorry sweetheart. I won't let anythin’ bad happen to ya. Y’just gotta let me help you.” He said as you nodded into his shirt, a weak mm-hm muffled by the fabric before he slowly rose from the couch and walked into his kitchen.

He came back with a glass of water, offering it to you. “Drink this.” Your cautious fingers closed around it and brought it to your lips.

“‘s gonna be okay. You can stay here, if you want?” You had come to him, obviously hoping he'd ask you that, but hearing him actually say it gave you relief like nothing else could.

“Y-yes, please.” You said, putting the glass back down on the coffee table as he nodded, helping you up and taking you to his room.

“I'll stay out there on the couch for a bit, okay? ‘til we can sort somethin’ a little more proper out for ya.” He told you, going to find you some clothes that weren't almost completely torn up.

When he returned, he saw you blankly staring at the floor, hands fingering the same strand of hair mindlessly and not even realising him walking up to you.

He sighed, handing you the clothes and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It'll be okay sweetheart. Nothin’ bads gonna happen anymore, he can't hurt you here.” He assured you, hugging you one more time before he left, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and requests are open 💞

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[nappingpaperclip]

“People who tell you not to vote Biden are psyops trying to steal left votes” type posts are pro-government propoganda.

Last time y’all spread that bullshit around the blogs getting deleted for being “Russian spies” were black leftists.

NOT EVERYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH YOU IS A PSYOP. Get real!!

Not everyone who criticizes Biden or says they won’t be voting for a genocider and that you shouldn’t either wants you to vote for Trump or not vote!! Third party candidates exist!!! Write ins exist!!! If we actually organized instead of y’all pulling the “lesser evil” bs about a GENOCIDAL RACIST RAPIST OLD MAN we might actually see some fuckin progress!!

Did y’all forget Biden is a rapist?????

Btw is the “left” in the room with us? Where is the left? Where is the progress y’all keep claiming Biden is making?

Last time I checked Biden has not let those kids out of cages, has personally approved more huge pipelines that run through Indigenous lands and speed up climate change, has ex-BlackRock leaders (yknow, the top 10 climate change villains company who also funds most American private prisons as well as funding arms manufacturing companies, who spend millions lobbying politicians on environmental regulations, immigration and drug policy) in his cabinet, increased police and military budget, didn’t codify Roe v Wade, in fact he held it hostage for votes, hasn’t codified gay marriage or trans rights, hasn’t legalized marijuana, hasn’t raised the federal minimum wage, oh and also is DOING GENOCIDE in case y’all forgot or wanna tiptoe around the “some bad policies” y’all always talk about

Did y’all forget about his “nothing will fundamentally change” policy?

Y’all heard that and thought “left”?? Babes he’s a right leaning centrist AT BEST.

There are actually left candidates btw! Ones who care about things like Landback and reparations and free healthcare and education and sustainability! The ones y’all are telling people are throwaway votes/votes for Trump!! (Which isn’t even how the electoral college works btw)

So us telling y’all not to vote for a genocider makes us Russian psyop spies but y’all telling us not to vote for leftist third party candidates doesn’t? K.

Vote for who you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore, BUT DONT TELL HIM HE STILL HAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL SUPPORT WHILE HES COMMITTING GENOCIDE IF YOU ACTUALLY WANT HIM TO STOP

The only way to get a politician to stop doing WAR CRIMES is to tell them you won’t vote for them or give them money or otherwise support them until they stop!

You can fucking lie if you want!!! All we’re asking is for y’all not to publicly announce Genocide Joe still has your unconditional support WHILE HES DOING GENOCIDE

His approval ratings are literally less than Trumps!

He has no one to blame but himself.

If he loses in November, I don’t want to hear y’all bitch and moan and blame black people or disillusioned voters or third party voters or “Russian spies” again like y’all did in 2016, I don’t want to see y’all blame anyone but him, BLAME BIDEN FOR HIS OWN ACTIONS. HE IS A GROWN MAN AND HAS THE MONEY AND POWER TO STOP IT IF HE ACTUALLY WANTED TO.

Y’all keep saying he’s doing his best to stop it, that he’s working behind the scenes, that he’s trying, IF HES TRYING WHY ARE WE STILL SENDING ISRAEL MONEY?

IF HE IS TRYING, WHY DID HE SEND ISRAEL MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN SMALL PAYMENTS TO AVOID NOTIFYING CONGRESS?

IF HES TRYING WHY HAVE WE NOT SANCTIONED ISRAEL?

IF HES TRYING, WHY HAVE US SOLDIERS BEEN SEEN FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THE IDF?

IF HES TRYING WHY ARE WE SENDING EXPIRED MREs AS AID? EXPIRED FOOD DROPS THAT ARE NOT ENOUGH TO FEED MILLIONS OF STARVING PEOPLE, WITH FAULTY PARACHUTES THAT KILL CHILDREN?

IF HES TRYING, WHY DID WE BUILD A PORT CUTTING THE GAZA STRIP IN HALF, A PORT THAT NETANYAHU SAID WOULD BE USED TO DEPORT PALESTINIANS?

IF HES TRYING WHY DID HE SIGN OFF $14 BILLION FUCKING DOLLARS ON TOP OF THE ANNUAL CONTRACT AND SMALL SECRET PAYMENTS TO GO TOWARDS ISRAELS BOMBS AND GUNS AND FREE HEALTHCARE WHILE IGNORING THE PEOPLE HERE WHO NEED FOOD, HOUSES, AND HEALTHCARE???

DONT MAKE UP RUSSIAN SPIES TO POINT FINGERS AT! IF HE DOESNT WANT TO LOSE HE SHOULDNT DO GENOCIDE

IF GENOCIDE JOE LOSES THE ELECTION FUCKING BLAME HIM FOR DOING A GENOCIDE!!

#FUCK YALL FR #racist white liberals are no fucking better than the alt right. YALL WOULDNT PISS ON ME IF I WAS ON FIRE!!! #‘what about trans people’ WHAT ABOUT MY TRANS SISTER WHOS HOMELESS? WHAT ABOUT MY TRANS FRIENDS IN FLORIDA LOSING THEIR RIGHTS??? #YEA CAUSE THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING SOOO WELL FOR TRANS PEOPLE! tell me you live in fucking California or New York without telling me!!! #ATP JUST SAY YOU DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE GENOCIDE CAUSE IT DOESNT EFFECT YOU CAUSE WE ALL KNOW THATS WHAT YALL MEAN!!!! #.txt #Joe Biden #us politics #genocide Joe #Palestine #free Palestine #vote blue #vote blue no matter who

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: New Hire [3]

previous chapter

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: 👀 i know we’ve all been kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop with Ari and Kitten, so here we go! i’m working two jobs now, so i don’t have a lot of spare time left over to write—as a result, i kind of went waaaaaaay overboard with this chapter. i split it into two, just for ease of reading, so i really hope y’all enjoy! floral divider by @firefly-graphics​

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

“I’m not leaving till I see my daughter!” You can hear your father’s raised voice clearly, like he’s yelling at you from inside the car rather than the driveway. Ari’s stern hand on his shoulder seems to make him even angrier. 

“So what, you got her locked up here like your own little toy, and what? No fuckin’ ring on her finger, I’ll bet,” he sneers, and it’s like you’re seventeen again. Seventeen again and listening to him tell you you’re used and ruined because you’d let the Baker boy come sniffing after you— 

“Liam we’re going to go inside.” You hate the way your voice shakes, the way your stomach clenches with old fear. As you turn around, you try to swallow down the panic so that Liam doesn’t see it on your face. “And we’re not going to look at, or talk to the man outside, okay?” You repeat it like you heard it from your therapist when you’d first left your father. Don’t engage. You don’t owe him anything. You are your own person.

 You are free.

 “I don’t like that man.” Liam says quietly from the back seat as you unbuckle him. “He’s scary.” 

 “Yes,” you agree, glancing at the man in question over your shoulder. “He is.” Liam clamors over the middle console and into your arms. You don’t want to stay in the car, listening to him shout. You take a deep breath, gathering what little courage you feel, and pull on the door handle. Immediately, his cursing fills your ears while you cover Liam’s with your hands, steering him quickly towards the stairs. 

 “Oh, there she is,” he snarls. “I taught you better than that, you little bitch! Abandoning your responsibilities to this family, all so you can sit on some Alpha’s fucking knot—”

 “Enough!” Ari’s voice is like a clap of thunder. His huge hands are knotted threateningly in your father’s shirt. “You come here like this, you fucking threaten my mate—” He bares his teeth angrily. “How’d you even fucking get in here, you slimy piece of shit?”

 “I’m here because Peter-fucking-Quill sent me,” he spits, and your chest goes even tighter at the name. “On account of you fucking his mate.” 

 “What?” It’s your voice that acts as a knife through the tension, and both men turn to you. You know Peter Quill—or, well, you knew him. Before things had gone bad at home, turned sour like milk left out to spoil, and you’d had to switch schools—because your fancy Catholic school was too much money—you’d played with Quill. He was only a year or two older than you, but he was always… kind, for lack of a better word. 

 You never thought you’d hear that name again. 

 “Then he needs to come himself.” Ari’s voice is low, barely above a growl. His shoulders are stiff and squared, his knees slightly bent like he’s ready to soak a blow. “Because as far as I’m concerned, it’s my mark on her neck.” Ari shoves your father, and he stumbles back a few steps. “You’re lucky I don’t shoot messengers. But it is fucking tempting.” Trembling, you begin to lead Liam up the stairs. 

“You tell Quill he’d better send someone more fucking qualified next time.” You hurry inside, one of Ari’s men holding the door open for you as they usher you inside. Faintly, you can hear Ari, his orders mixed in with frustrated swears. 

 “King, you mind telling me what the fuck you were thinking, letting him get past the goddamn gate?”

 You’ve never seen this many people in the house before, men in black, guns bulging under their clothing. The man Ari called King’s gaze flicks around nervously before settling on you. Ari sees it too, and almost immediately, his hostile posture softens. 

 “Kitten, why don’t you take Liam upstairs?” He turns to you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be up in a little bit, I know that was… scary.” 

 “I…” You have questions—so many questions. “But Ari, he—”

 “Upstairs, Kitten. Now.” His voice brokers no room for argument, bordering on an Alpha command that your body jumps to follow. You spare one last look for the strangely crowded kitchen, and then take Liam’s hand and lead him up the staircase to the second floor. You put out a few of his favorite coloring books and games to distract him while you go change your clothes. 

 Your feet begin marching in the direction of your old room, and it’s only when your hand rests on the brassy doorknob that you remember it isn’t your room anymore. You stand there in front of the door, your hand hovering over the knob. So much has changed in the past three months, and you wonder if they’ll ever stop changing. It’s like you’re at the center of a whirlwind, and each time you get your bearings, you’re whipped about by the storm until you’re just as lost and confused as ever. 

 Three months ago, leaving your father’s house had been the hardest, most confusing thing you’d ever had to do, but you had done it, and you had done it by yourself. You’d navigated the help wanted sections of every newspaper, typed out your resumé on the ancient library computers, all for your father to find you again. 

 It’s okay to start over, that’s what Dr. Nicholson says. It’s okay to do things over until you get them right. You wonder what she’ll think of these new developments as you force yourself to turn around and head down to the other end of the hallway, towards Ari’s room—your room. You’d missed last week’s therapy session—it isn’t like you could show up with Ari still knotted inside you. The thought makes your face heat hotter than a stove-top, and you bite your lip against the embarrassment. 

 You’re due for another session in a few days, and you’re actually looking forward to it, to being able to decompress and just talk without fear of reprisal. As you shrug out of the sundress, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Though you try not to, it’s impossible not to see the neat ring of teeth marks sunk permanently into your flesh. 

 Ari is proud of how clean his bite is, you know it—you can feel it through the bond when his teeth slide home like keys into a well fitting lock. You remember running your fingers over your mother’s own mating mark as a child, the flesh knotted and bumpy to the touch, like your father had torn into her like an animal. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall his words—

 Peter-fucking-Quill sent me. On account of you fucking his mate.

 You weren’t mated before Ari—the smooth, unbroken skin above your mating gland had told that truth far better than your mouth ever could. So what had he meant by that? How could you be Peter’s if you were already Ari’s? 

 Your body is still singing with tension and unresolved anxiety, winding you tight like a spring as you search through Ari’s cavernous closet for something to wear. The possessions you do have feel meagre in comparison, like you’re a pauper dressing up as a prince. You emerge from the closet wearing shorts and a button up shirt—one of Ari’s—tucked into the waistband. 

 When you poke your head into his room, you’re pleased to find that Liam has only made a moderate mess, having somehow managed to get into the finger paints that you keep having to hide in increasingly difficult to reach locations. He looks up at you with a wide, gap toothed grin, and holds his masterpiece up for you to see. His little hands are stained green, and you expect they probably will be for the next four to six business days, but your heart still melts as he brandishes his paper proudly. 

 “Look, I painted everybody,” he replies, bouncing excitedly on his toes. He peeks over the top of the paper, and then back up at you. “This is daddy—he’s going to work, that’s why he has his suit on. And then, then there’s me, and right here is you!” He taps the paper again, for emphasis. You giggle, taking the paper gingerly. 

 “Wow, Li, this is amazing! Is that my dress?” You ask, looking down at him as he puffs his chest out with pride. “This is so good! You know, I bet dad is going to want to hang this up somewhere,” you say conspiratorially, and he laughs, before his face falls a little. 

 “What if he doesn’t see it?” He kicks at the rug. “Dad’s always working.” You can almost hear the sound of your heart cracking open at Liam’s innocent admission.

  “You know what, let’s go put this on the big mirror in the bedroom. That way he’ll be sure to see it, okay?” You hold Liam’s hand as he leads you down the hallway, and the two of you hunt for scotch tape to hang his painting as you strain to hear what’s going on downstairs. It’s useless, the walls are too thick and well soundproofed for anything but the barest murmur of conversation to make it through. 

 As you’re finishing up taping Liam’s drawing, a shudder runs through you, your hairs standing on end. Alpha is looking for me. You don’t know how you know it, but you do, like feeling eyes on your turned back. 

 “Dad!” Liam’s exclamation has you turning to face the large figure in the doorway. Ari doesn’t stop him as Liam goes crashing into his legs, and he scoops up his giggling son, ruffling his hair. “I drawed something for you.” You move out of the way, stepping aside as Ari sizes up Liam’s masterpiece.

  “Li, you know we’ve got to frame this, right? You’re just a regular Picasso.” It’s like you’re watching Liam’s confidence grow in real time, a pleased expression gracing his little features, though you doubt he actually knows who Picasso is. “Is this what you guys were doing while I was working?” 

 Working. You still don’t really know what Ari even does, though you don’t doubt that he’s important. All the men downstairs, Ari’s fierce demeanor… the answer plays at the edge of your consciousness, but you don’t grasp for it, too afraid that you might be right. As Ari chats with Liam, you excuse yourself, wandering down to the kitchen to get some water. It’s like no one was ever there, and if you hadn’t had to drag Liam through a veritable sea of men in tac gear, you might have thought you’d imagined it. 

 You can’t help but peek out of the front door, just to make sure your father is really gone, that he isn’t just lying in wait outside to ambush you again. 

 “Thought I would see what was taking so long, Kitten. You know Liam won’t start the movie without you,” Ari rumbles, his breath ghosting across the shell of your ear. You whirl around, almost dropping your glass. 

 “Ari, I… I just wanted to see,” you admit. “If he was gone.”

 Ari’s lip curls, his eyes narrowing. “He’s gone. I made sure of it.” He pulls you against his chest, burying his nose in your curls with a deep sigh. 

 “I’m sorry.” The apology falls timidly from your lips before you can stop it. It’s a force of habit more than anything, the desire to placate before it becomes a problem. “I… I don’t know how he found me, I-I did all of the things Dr. Nicholson told me to, I—” Ari cups your chin. 

 “Shh, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.” His calloused fingers are gentle on your face. “You did the right things. It’s not your fault.” Your fingers tangle in his shirt as Ari rubs soothing circles on your back. “He found you because he went to Quill, baby.” 

 “Quill?” You dredge up the image of him young and roundfaced from your memory. It’s easy to tell Ari is… reluctant to continue this line of conversation. You can feel his discomfort prickling in the back of your skull through the bond, but more than that you can see it written plainly on his face. 

 “I’m not sure how you know him,” Ari says lowly, “but Peter is a… business associate of mine. Was.” He runs a hand through his hair. “How do you think your father got that nice new house on the good part of the island? How he got those debtors to stop calling? He went to Peter, Kitten. And he made a deal.” 

 Your head is spinning. The answer is right there, but for some reason, you refuse it. 

 “A deal?” You repeat the words dumbly.

 “For you, Kitten. He promised Quill you.”

 —

 You’re restless that night, tossing and turning until Ari pins you underneath him with a stern, sleepy grunt. He can’t stop your mind from spinning though, and you don’t sleep until the sky outside begins to turn pink. 

 Your father had sold you—like cattle. Traded you when you’d become useless to him. 

 What kind of parent does that? 

 Your dreams offer no answers, only more questions. When had he offered you up like cattle? And what kind of man accepted a person as fair trade? You know your father has never been good with money—even before your mother died. Your chest goes painfully tight at the thought of her. You wish your mother was here, now more than ever. You can’t help but wonder what she would make of all of this, if she would approve. 

 In the morning when Liam wakes the two of you up with far too much pep, you’ve only managed to struggle through a few hours of sleep. He chatters excitedly about his dreams and you do your best to listen, nodding eagerly as he describes the superpowers he’d used to save the universe. Ari rolls over onto his side, and you don’t miss the way his eyes rest heavily on you, his full lips pulled into an easy, satisfied smile. 

 He scampers off to pack his backpack for the day—one of his favorite activities, even over summer break. Ari’s hand settles on your thigh, warm through the thin sleeping shorts you wore to bed. 

 “You didn’t sleep well last night, Kitten.” It’s an observation, a statement of fact. Embarrassed that he remembers your sleepy grumbling, you duck your head, nodding. 

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you awake,” you tuck an errant curl back behind your ear. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about everything.” Your stomach churns again as you recall your father shouting at you from the steps outside, his eyes bright and frantic. I hate him.

 You hadn’t ever actually thought it consciously before, how much you despise the alcohol soaked man who’d showed up to shame you only yesterday. I hate him.

 It feels like his arrival has started something, put things in to motion that you can’t see, things you don’t understand. But Ari does. You can practically feel him gearing up for something, something big—readying himself. Ari’s beard rasps against your cheek as he leans in to kiss your temple. 

 “He won’t be back.” He says it with such conviction it’s hard for you not to consider it an absolute truth. There’s an unspoken threat that sends a shiver down your spine, one that speaks to the roughness that lurks just underneath the placid, casual mask that Ari wears all the time. You’ve already seen it slip a few times—at the amusement park, with your father. It makes you wonder what he’s really capable of.

 You can tell he wants to say more, that the conversation isn’t quite done yet, but the shrill ringing of Ari’s phone cuts through the moment like a sharp knife.  He reaches for it, irritation written in the downturned corners of his mouth and narrowed eyes. He gives you one last, distracted kiss before sitting up, the sheets pooling at his waist. 

 “Yes?” You can’t hear the person on the other end of the line, not clearly, but you can tell they sound upset—frantic, almost. “Slow down, Drysdale. I said slow the fuck down,” Ari growls into the receiver, dragging a hand down his face. “Quill sent what to Fowler?” You still at the mention of Peter, but Ari taps your ass sharply with the palm of his hand, and you squeak. 

 “Business,” he mouths at you. “I’ll find you when I’m done.”

 Though you aren’t pleased about being effectively dismissed, you scoot off of the edge of the massive bed and pad towards the shower. Liam is downstairs, and you walk into the living room just as his improvised karate routine is finishing up. 

 “Look how high I can kick!” He says loudly, lifting his leg up the way you know they’d taught him in his karate class. 

 “Liam no!” You’re too late, his little foot intersecting with one of the framed photos on the coffee table. You wince at the sound of breaking glass before rushing over and sweeping the errant six year old off of his feet to check for cuts. Sheepishly, Liam clings to you, embarrassed tears leaking down his little cheeks. 

 “No cuts, right bud?” You ask as you turn his hands and feet back and forth, squinting as you look for shards of glass. “Nothing hurts?”

 “N-no, but…” he trails off, pointing at the shattered frame. It’s a nice picture, Liam up on Ari’s broad shoulders as the two of them grin widely at the camera. You’d taken that picture—at Liam’s birthday, just a few months before. “I broke it.”

 “Yes, you did, but what’s more important is that you’re okay,” you say, wiping the errant tears from his chubby cheeks with your thumbs. “Dad can always get a new picture frame.” Your humor doesn’t deter him, however, and Liam looks at the stairs nervously. You place Liam carefully on the couch as you sprint into the kitchen to grab the broom and dustpan. 

 “He’s gonna be mad at me,” Liam sniffles, rubbing at his red rimmed eyes as you clean up the mess. 

 “That’s not true, pal. Dad’s not going to be mad—”

 “He is!” Liam insists. “That’s his most favoritest picture in the house, he said so!” He’s getting worked up now, his cheeks splotchy and red as he becomes more and more upset. Frustrated tears begin leaking from his eyes again, and you feel your chest go tight. 

 “Liam, I promise dad isn’t going to be mad,” you say placatingly, setting down the broom to rub his back as he sniffles. “Would it make you feel better if we got another one?” The mall isn’t far away, certainly close enough for the two of you to pop over and be back before Ari even notices you’re gone. “We can go get him a new one so he won’t feel sad, okay?” 

 This seems to be an acceptable compromise to Liam, who nods tearfully. “Okay.”

 Of the several cars sitting in the garage below the house, you select an unassuming black Wrangler, making sure to buckle Liam into his seat before climbing into yours. It starts up easily, and you shoot a quick text to Ari—one you’re sure he won’t even see before you’re back—before taking off. Liam is singing some kind of made up song to himself as you pull out into the wealthy suburb that Liam and Ari—and now you—call home. 

 The mall parking lot is as crowded as it usually is, and you hold Liam’s hand tightly as you navigate between the cars. Still, he tugs on your hand impatiently, eager to get inside. He hasn’t been on a real outing since the amusement park—your face burns hot at the memory—and it shows, with Liam bouncing excitedly on his toes as he drags you into the mall. You make him wait as you squint at the map, looking for the bright red You are here!, labeled at the bottom entrance. 

 “It looks like there’s a nice frame shop this way, Li. We can go pick out something cool for dad.” 

 “Okay!” 

 Though the frame shop is distinctly not an environment for six-year-olds, Liam handles it like a champ, using his “inside” voice the way you’d taught him, and handling the delicate glass with care when he dares to pick something up. Like his father, he seems to be rather choosy, squinting at several picture frames before dismissing them. 

 “What about this one? This one’s cool.” 

 “That’s not cool,” Liam says decisively, turning his nose up at the one you hold in your hands. You stifle your own laughter as you imagine what Liam thinks cool is. I don’t think they have any frames with Spider-Man on them. “This one, this one!” He holds up the gilded gold frame excitedly, standing on his tippy-toes to show it to you. “I like this one.” 

 “I like this one too, Li,” you take it from him gingerly, holding it up to the light. It really is pretty, something you could see sitting in the spot the other picture had occupied. “Lets take it up to the register.” As you wait in line, Liam begins shuffling his feet, darting out to grab things from baskets near the register before putting them back. You’re honestly amazed Liam’s attention span has lasted this long, and you don’t fault him for his boredom. So when he pulls on your arm and points to the ice-cream booth just outside the store, you nod. 

 He’s just right there. I can see him.

 You turn back to the line, playing anxiously with the heavy black card Ari had given you the day before. You haven’t used it yet, but then again, you haven’t needed to. You glance over your shoulder as the person in front of you finishes up. You can see Liam’s little blond head as he bounces excitedly, waiting his turn in line. 

 “Is this all today?” 

 “Y-yes, that’s it, thanks.” You turn back around embarrassedly, placing the card on the counter with a sharp click. The older woman behind the register runs it before handing it back, and you watch her begin to wrap the frame in newspaper. 

 “Your son is adorable, you know, so cute,” she says, and your cheeks warm. You’re not sure how to respond, how to parse out the complex nature of your relationships in a way that is easy to understand—mostly because you don’t understand it yourself. In the span of a week you’ve gone from nanny to step-mother, from employee to mate, and the transition still has you reeling. 

 “Yes, he is.” You manage a weak smile as you turn to scan the crowd for him again, looking for the soft, wavy blond curls that denote his presence by the ice-cream stand.

 But you don’t see him. 

 The panic that seizes you is immediate as you turn fully, eyes wide as you search the crowd again and again—but come up empty. The cashier’s voice is nothing but a dull drone in your ear as you push through the people behind you. 

 “Liam? Liam!” There are people stopping to look now, their attention only adding to your distress. He was right here, I just saw him, he was right here—You feel terrified tears beginning to gather in your eyes as you call for him. “Did you see a little boy? Blond, blue eyes, he’s missing his front tooth?” The man behind the counter looks at you helplessly. 

 “I, I mean I think so, I’m sorry, it’s just so busy—!” You try to calm yourself, wiping at your eyes as you continue looking, your purchase at the frame shop completely and utterly forgotten. It’s only been a few minutes, but it feels like you’ve been looking for hours, wringing your hands as you jog through the mall. 

 Something gold catches your eye, and you turn towards the main doors. There’s a man in black, all black, his clothes bulky and ill fitting—reminiscent of the way Ari’s men had looked yesterday. The outline of the bullet-proof vest under his shirt is clearly visible, as is the large hand wrapped around Liam’s tiny forearm.

 “Liam!” You’re barreling towards him before your body even has a moment to register that you’re moving, and you slam into the man’s back with your shoulder. He lets out a surprised, pained shout as Liam sobs your name. “Let go! Let him fucking go!” You’ve never fought anyone in your life, but you feel grim satisfaction as you rake your nails down the man’s face and smell the coppery tinge of his blood under your fingernails. It’s his surprise that allows you keep hitting him, raining blows down all over his face and chest as he tries to shield himself from you, cursing. 

 “Get off me! Fucking crazy bitch—” He shoves you off with a snarl, and you scramble over to Liam, panting as you put yourself in the way, shielding his smaller body with your own. Adrenaline has you on a tightrope, unable to move or blink as you watch the man get to his feet. The world around you rushes back in to your ringing ears—there’s someone saying to call the police, another group of people attempting to block the exit, to hold the man here—but you can’t process any of that. 

 You turn to Liam tearfully, running your hands through his hair and over his face. He presses into your chest, his little arms going around your shoulders as he sobs uncontrollably, snot and tears running into your hair. 

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you murmur as you rock him back and forth, your eyes still wide as you stare unseeingly past him. The relief is almost as big as the fear, and with both of them swirling inside of you, it’s impossible to calm down.

 “I-I-It-w-was s-s-so s-s-scary,” Liam’s words are barely discernible through his tears. There are people talking to you—at you, really—but you don’t have the bandwidth to respond, only clutching Liam tighter when anyone approaches, like a feral animal. All you can focus on is Liam, keeping him pressed to your chest as you try to analyze every possible new threat. 

 Keep away, your hindbrain snarls, and you feel your own lip curl to mirror it. Baby’s not safe, not safe! You’re dimly aware of mall security attempting to detain the man who’d grabbed Liam, the sound of sirens—

 “Kitten.” And then there’s Ari, kneeling in front of you as he cups your chin, strokes your hair; checking you over in much the same way you’d done Liam only minutes before. “Kitten can you hear me?” You nod numbly, still holding tight to Liam as Ari tries to pry your fingers loose. “Good, baby. You did so good, protecting our boy.” His hands are gentle as he helps you stand up. You can’t explain the rush of warmth that fills you as you inhale his scent, the deep sense of comfort that washes over you as you begin to process his nearness. 

 Alpha is here. 

 Safe.

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[thesunshineriptide]

Our world au - twst boys get jobs in our world

They’ve been stranded for a month now, and expenses are getting a bit tight. Off to work you go, you funky little wizards!

Characters: riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd.

Riddle:

* Riddle’s saga of finding a job begins when he realizes he needs money

* He’s an only child raised by rich parents

* They focused entirely on his academic studies

* And in a world without magic?

* He literally has no fucking clue

* He has no records of his existence

* So what’s a boy to do?

* Tutoring

* Riddle’s ability to study is unparalleled

* And math stays virtually the same in both twisted wonderland and this new world he’s in

* So he signs up to be an in-person tutor first at the nearest library

* Once he gets enough money, he buys a phone or laptop so he can do online tutoring instead

* It’s more efficient and easier for him

* Especially when Trey is sitting five feet behind riddle’s laptop, staring at him as he works

* It keeps his temper in check

* He’s almost instantly in high demand for his skills, and he learns other subjects too rather quickly

* Genuinely begins to enjoy this work and considers becoming a teacher when he gets back home

Trey:

* This should be no surprise, let’s be real

* He’s going to the local bakery and asking to work

* Baked goods are consistent, but he knows a few tricks to improve everything

* Oh, the chocolate chip cookies aren’t selling well? Add some vanilla paste to the dough and then give out a few free samples

* He brings over his strawberry tart recipe and instantly the bakery is selling out of them

* He’s not rolling in dough or anything, but he’s making a solid wage at this point

* When he’s not at the bakery, he’s studying more about this world (and it’s recipes) with Riddle

* Also, the bakery lets him take home anything that hasn’t sold at the end of the night

* And he has 15 magicless magicians at home so he’s takin that shit

* He eats whatever he specifically wants on his walk/ride home and then puts the rest in the common area

* He puts aside the good good pastries for you, your family, and riddle though

Leona:

* Leona’s best skills are being a little bitch and sleeping

* Ruggie has literally done just about everything for him

* On the plus side, though,

* It seems like animals really like him

* Not in the same way as Silver, mind you

* But more of a ‘ah, you. You’re familiar’ way

* So where does he work?

* The animal shelter!

* He’s not prepared for the grueling work ahead of him, but despite his tough exterior, he finds himself caring deeply for the animals he helps

* Specially the cats

* He’s almost always stationed in the cats area, and specifically asked to help tame some of the strays

* They warm up to him surprisingly fast

* He’s spending time bottle feeding kittens and cleaning litter boxes and doing lime dips on the stray cats and he says he hates it but every time someone asks him if he wants to quit he just grumbles and looks away

* He swears the first time he cried was when he helped adopt out a cat with three legs to an elderly woman

* Everyone’s noticed he’s changed a little, but nobody (except Floyd) is bold enough to comment on it

Ruggie:

* Ruggie has literally so many skills, he could work any job

* Slight hiccup though: he’s working really hard at not doing that

* He wants to stay in your house and work from there

* It takes him maybe two hours to do all the chores around the house.

* That means the rest of the time is his to do whatever

* Which is mostly just eating popcorn and watching soap operas (sometimes with lilia)

* He can go to work and all but really

* Does it get better than ‘doing the shit you normally do”

* Yes, actually, you could get paid

* He realizes this after he goes to the grocery store

* So he ends up working at Costco

* Why?

* Because Costco’s benefits are fuckin killer and they pay everyone pretty well

* Not to mention, look at the amount of shit you can buy in bulk!!

* He brought home a lot of food from that

* He got that good good employee discount

* He’ll make you pay him back if you eat any of it though

Azul:

* He…he’s not in his element, okay?

* He has no contracts, no contacts, and no money

* Also, no records

* Which means no starting his own business (for now, give him like two months)

* Unfortunately, he can’t exactly sit around

* And he really really would like some financial freedom

* He hates being dependent on you and your family

* He is immediately bullshitting a resume and applying indescribably to everyone and everywhere

* He gets a few responses!

* The local bookstore, the local antique shop, a few chains, a couple big box stores, and a clothing store

* He interviews them all diligently

* He ends up at the bookstore

* He doesn’t do too well in bustling places, especially not with the added stress of ✨a whole new world✨

* And books? You don’t have to read them all, you just have to sell them

* He can sell it

* His numbers are actually some of the best the store has seen in a while

* He’s promoted to manager in like a month

* He also gets a pay raise

* He’s trying to pay back you and your family whether you want it or not

* He also enjoys the fact he can just grab a book and start reading any time he wants at work since it’s so quiet

Jade:

* He also has roughly 5 million different talents, and yet…

* And yet Jade is actually completely ready to work

* So long as the benefits and pay is worth it, though

* He’s not going to put in his excellence for just anyone

* It takes him a while to find the right match, but he’s quite happy with it

* And guess what?

* It’s the cafe in Azul’s bookstore *cough*barnes and noble*cough*

* This shouldn’t be a surprise at all, honestly

* With his calm and disarming demeanor, charming words, and peak professionalism, he’s a perfect worker for anyone

* But what sold him is the fact that it’s got enough to do, there’s free drinks, and it’s somewhere quiet

* And the fact that Azul’s nearby? That’s just a coincidence no it’s not

* He makes good pay, and gets excellent tips, so he’s happy enough for now

Floyd:

* Floyd doesn’t work

* Floyd is not particularly employable to most companies

* Floyd is employable to crime syndicates and Azul and that’s about it

* Well, unless we start talking about gym bros

* I think he would probably do really well as a personal trainer

* He’s not as diligent about training/keeping fit as other NRC members are, but he’s passionate and genuinely enjoys his work

* He also does it part time and through a service that lets him pick his hours

* Which means he can take days off when he’s in a bad mood without getting (severely) penalized

* He mostly trains people at the nearby gym

* He is so excited to see people flipping tires

* He immediately throws a tire halfway across the room and everyone stares a little as he grins proudly

* He’s a surprisingly good teacher, all things considered, but he still threatens to squeeze people

* Luckily the people are generally okay with this

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[an-idiot-in-fandoms]

Meet-Ugly [Jason Todd x Reader]

summary: you meet red hood. it’s not great. not really, anyway. warning: some horror elements but nothing too extreme a/n: this is so messy i’m sorry

How the goddamn, everloving fuck did you get in this situation again?

Oh, right. You’re young, stupid and broke, which means doing batshit crazy things to get even fifty cents to go towards your student loan. Besides, it’s Gotham, you were bound to end up in a sticky spot somehow; but one of your own making? One of your own doing?

This was a new low.

For, currently, you were clinging onto the rail of a window washing cart, that had previously been at the top of a six storey building, as it plummeted towards the ground, your terrified screaming loud and evident.

Allow me to explain.

Clarisa, one of your friends at university, was one of your biggest supporters --- she let you crash at her place whenever the power went out at yours (again, Gotham), she helped you with lecture notes and so forth. But despite her intelligence in academia, she had a wild streak, and true to that nature, she bet you forty dollars that you wouldn’t be able to go into a deserted building on the outskirts of the city, and stay in there for three hours without running out. She would pick the building, and you’d be given a flashlight, your phone and a bag of crisps for the ride; then, you’d be left in there, and she’d wait outside, to make sure that a) nobody came and saw, and b) that you didn’t cheat.

And like a fool, you agreed.

Clarisa had chosen an abandoned warehouse, that used to house some docking crates, and supposedly had been used by smugglers as well. “Legend has it,” she told you, with a dramatic flap of hand, as you two stood outside the structure, “that the ghosts of those workers still haunt these halls, looking for their lost schedules.”

“Don’t you mean their lost paychecks?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, before sighing in exasperation, “Let’s just get this over with. By the end of this, I’m expecting forty dollars, got it?”

“Yes,” she snorted, “you’re no fun. You not scared some vengeful spirit is gonna attack you?”

“I’d scare them off with my lack of self preservation,” you replied bluntly. “My life is pain, my art is pain.”

“Ok, fuckin’... Gerard Way wannabe,” Clarisa conceded. “You got everything you need? Phone, flashlight, crisps?”

“Check, check, check,” you listed off.

“Right, get in there bitch, and come out when I call you. You take one step outside and you’re losing your lunch tomorrow,” she gave you a playful shove, and you groaned in annoyance, cursing your substantial money deficiency, before trudging over to the entrance.

And hell, it was dark inside. You squinted in surprise, then hastily turned on your flashlight, to observe your surroundings; nothing much, just a few dusty boxes, though there were a large amount of feathers, weirdly enough, scattered on the floor. You peered up, till you found the staircase, stoney and grimey, leading to the upper levels --- you paused, then shrugged, you’d be in here for a while, might as well explore, no?

(Bad, bad, bad, bad fucking idea.)

Making your way up the steps, you noticed how the sounds echoed off the walls, hollow and empty, while the walls were stained with something that looked suspiciously like dried blood. It gave you some apprehension, but nothing to dissuade you; you came out at the second floor, and wandered over to the window, which was completely glassless, allowing you to poke your head out. You spotted Clarisa, the way down, and waved, with a small grin -- she waved back.

Just as you retreated, to go up to the next floor, for this one seemed pretty empty, there was a noise.

A scuffle.

The tiniest little shift.

You turned, very slowly. Nothing was there. You didn’t believe in ghosts, but you sure as hell weren’t about to take any chances with any crackheads bounding around the place like rabid dogs. Warily, you shone your torch into the expanse, over the various rotting boxes, yet still found nothing; keeping your gaze in front of you, you moved back towards the staircase.

Then, a giggle. A literal small peal of laughter, from the far side of the room. Your eyes widened so large you thought they’d pop out of your skull -- your blood pumped hard through your veins, your head screaming at you to run you dumb fuck. But you just stood there, stock still for a moment, processing the situation.

The sound of scrabbling on dirt came next, but you didn’t even have time to do that; because a fully sized person scuttled from one box to the other so fast you didn’t have time to blink.

This time, you fucking screeched. No, no, no, no, no demon people, not demon people, Ronald Reagan shitting on a stick, no! You bolted, and for some fucking stupid reason, you went up, instead of down, and stumbled onto the third level with a wheeze.

And there, you ran smack bang into a large wall; well, what you thought was a wall. You choked, and stumbled back, still fueled by adrenaline, to see what had blocked your route, to come face to face with a faceless bucket with white slits for eyes.

Of course, you knew who this bitch was. Red Hood, the vigilante who never skipped leg day and had a mouth that would make a sailor blush. You’d seen him on the news far too many times.

“What the hell are you doing here?” his voice was deep and dry, as he placed his hands on his hips, right above his thigh holsters (which looked fucking sexy---).

So, you tried to explain yourself, sputtering like a broken tap, “There’s a --- a ghost --- a fucking --- demon---”

“What?” he asked incredulously, tilting his head.

“Demon man! Fucking demon man!” you exclaimed, “Possessed bastard! Take him to church or something!”

“Ok, woah,” Red Hood emitted a short chuckle. “Hold up there. First of all, there’s no demon man in here; I know because I just did a sweep of the whole building. Second of all, don’t assume their gender.”

You fumed, “If they have a penis then shoot it!” you demanded, smacking the gun at his side, “You have these things for a fucking reason, don’t you?!”

He stared at where you’d touched him, then peered back up at you, “Did you just slap my ass?”

“No!” you defended helplessly, waving your hands around manically, “If I did touch you there I’m sorry, I was not aiming for that area!”

“You’re bold, sweetheart. I like that in a partner.”

“You could be a middle age man and I wouldn’t even know it! Look, you’re hot, but the demon person is---”

There was a feral screech from behind you, and you turned around in horror, to find a very unstable looking fucker at the bottom of the stairs, practically drooling at the mouth. He took one look at you, and then started scrambling up the stairs to get you; instantly, you booked it, racing up the stairs again, while Red Hood called after you; you didn’t care to hear what he said, too busy trying to fuck off.

Panting, you reached the highest floor, and stumbled over to the casement around the back of the building, blinking in surprise when you found a trolley outside, for window washing. A quick throwaway glance at the doorway, and you made your decision, clambering out, and stepping onto the wobbly metal. You stared anxiously at the straining metal cables, before kneeling down to glance at the mechanism, to see if you could get it to go all the way down.

You jolted, as you heard footsteps, and lifted your head to find Red Hood back again, audibly out of breath as he approached you. “Ok, you were right, there is a demon man,” he admitted. “Can you work this thing out so you can get down? Then I’ll be able to deal with him, I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“What? No! I don’t know how a fifty year old trolley thing works!” you blurted out.

“You’re cute, you’ll be fine.”

“No to both! I can’t do this!”

Unexpectedly, he grabbed your chin with one gloved hand, and you choked in shock. His blank slits narrowed at you, before he stated, “Yes you can. I promise I’ll save you if anything happens.”

You gulped, before nodding quietly, and getting to work with fiddling with the wires. God, you’d been here for like ten fucking minutes. You weren’t even going to get your money.

Honestly, what happened next was an absolute drug trip --- the demon man appeared at the door; you yelled; Red Hood took aim with his gun and shot; the impact of it caused the building to rattle; which in turn made one of the cables snap.

And then --- whoosh! you were falling.

You let out a curdling scream, flailing around, as one hand gripped the metal bars that were just about giving you a semblance of control. The ground was approaching fast, the wind in your hair, and your whole body upturned, as you sped down like a meteorite.

Then, an arm wrapped around your waist, and you felt yourself be pulled away from the metal structure, just as it crashed into the dirt, with an earsplitting screech. Instead, you were lifted, as Red Hood used one of his cable guns to hoist you both onto another building close by --- he landed on the roof, and you wilted slightly, relieved at having floor under your feet again.

“What the fuck --- happened?” you stuttered, struggling to find words.

“Shot the bastard,” he returned, “just in the knee, so he can’t go anywhere.” He paused, before he spoke again. “You good?” he questioned, sounding a little sheepish.

“No,” you responded dully, shaking your head, trying to ignore how warm and comforting his arm felt around you. He let you go, almost reluctantly, and you moved to lean on the wall, breathing in deeply --- “I’m not gonna get my forty dollars,” you mumbled.

“That’s why you were in there? For money?”

You nodded glumly, and wiped your face in a mournful manner. “It was a dumb idea anyway,” you muttered.

You heard him sigh, and raised your gaze to look at him, as he pocketed his gun. “I don’t have any cash on me,” he stated.

You frowned, “I wasn’t asking for any.”

“I know,” Red Hood took a moment, as if pondering something, before walking over to you slowly; you tried not to look nervous. “But I guess I could give you something else.”

“Why do you need to give me something?” you questioned, genuinely baffled.

“I didn’t save you in time, that’s something that requires a token of apology,” he answered, tilting his head in an almost cocksure manner. “So? Do you want anything in particular or can I... choose?”

You felt very, very, very hot in that second. “I’m... not that picky.”

“Wonderful,” he expressed, before to your amazement, he gripped the sides of his helmet, and lifted it off his head; you didn’t really get enough time to drink in his features, all you really recollected was a head of bushy black hair, a well built face, (and a white streak?), along with a piercing set of teal eyes.

You didn’t get enough time, because he kissed you. Hard.

You felt your entire body heat up at the spontaneity of it all, but enjoyed it nonetheless -- he was a good fucking kisser. He touched your waist briefly, to move it towards his, as he feverishly moved his mouth against yours, giving you no time to breath. Your face wrinkled in embarrassment, but you tried to reciprocate nonetheless, to which he smiled, and bit down on your bottom lip playfully.

Then, it was gone, quick as that, leaving you flustered and baffled.

You heard him chuckle, as your expression was clearly showing your embarrassment, and he leaned forwards to give you another small smooch, this time lighter and less intense. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he crooned, “forgive me? If not, I can always take you out for dinner, just call me,” he finished. Then through half lidded eyes, as you awoke from your haze, you just about made out his figure jumping off the roof, as he slipped his helmet back on, obviously off to go do other vigilante things.

You stood there, for ten seconds, trying to process what the fuck had just gone on.

“Oh my god, you’re alive!” Clarisa came running up the stairs to the roof, somehow having found where you were, gaining your attention, “I heard gunshots, and went looking for you... how the fuck did you get up here?!”

“Errr...” you trailed off, rubbing your mouth nervously, burning up like a kettle. “I, uh...”

“What’s wrong?” she questioned curiously.

“Nothing...” you stuffed your hands into your pockets, to feign nonchalance, and coughed; except, you felt a piece of paper that definitely hadn’t been there before, and fished it out curiously.

“Wait, you’re annoyed about not getting your money, aren’t you? Cuz you know I can give it to you, you look pretty traumatised.”

“Nah,” a big stupid grin spread across your face, when you inspected the slip, which had a string of numbers scrawled upon it. “I think I just got something better.”

#jason todd #jason peter todd #jason todd oneshot #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd is a little shit #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader

[starter-library]

BLACK FRIDAY LYRIC STARTERS feel free to change phrasing/pronouns as you see fit

“Wiggle your way through life!”

“Anything that he wants he can have it”

“Even now, it's a dream the kind that makes you question reality”

“I couldn't hold him still to teach him guitar”

“All I need is a break from the madness”

“He still lights up a room it's just less frequently that you catch him in bloom”

“I hit replay on that night over and over again ‘till it gives up the fight but there's no end”

“All I know is you”

“I'm scared you blame me for your luck”

“I'd give up both my arms to get you on track”

“My mom’s a bitch”

“The past's a virus, babe”

“What the use of wages ff you can't afford a smoke?”

“We survived the crisis, babe”

“It's been real - real bad. I’d say you did your best but I'm not a liar”

“I'd give you an address but I don't want. To don't write, don't call, don't ask”

“I think they dated in high school”

“She's not as hot as she used to be”

“What do you say when you love each other”

“Oh, God, it's a trainwreck. My favorite!”

“We're slashing prices cause you've got vices”

“Did you know if you spend money your kids will love you, maybe”

“You could've shopped any day but you chose today”

“I'll gladly take your money now”

“Remember all your cheques are null and void”

“Your net worth is in my back pockets”

“Do we have any morality?”

“It's my little boyfriend”

“You never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you”

“If you should find that you're about to get the short of the stick take what you want return what you get”

“No need to raise the stakes when you're on the wall”

“There are monsters that live in your head”

“It's the only chance we have”

“You'd better align your soul with what's good and right”

“Look me in the eye now, sir and make a solemn vow to become your best self now”

“I know it’s hard. The world is pain and distraction”

“It's only a matter of time 'til Christmas Break”

“We're here to make sure you don't screw up Christmas”

“You look just the same as I always remember”

“You and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory”

“Take me back in time to love you”

“You don’t look the same at all as I remember”

“Take me back in time to love you, hold me closer than before”

“It gets exhausting, everyone looking at me”

“You will adore me I just know. You'll kneel before me”

“I demand your love and worship too if I don't get it I will end you”

“You thought that you could outsmart the very thing that runs the blood of your kind?”

“Behold the depths of depravity and decay”

“I'm sorry, [name], I fucked it up!”

“Now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here”

“Is this what I lived for?”

“There's something that's beautiful being awake for my funeral”

“Is there some lesson to learn? Should I never have wanted?”

“Were the decks always just this stacked”

“I don't want your half-baked sympathy. When did it save those in need?”

“Only my ashes will see the sea”

“Did I need her more than she needed me?”

“There are monsters that we all should dread”

“Everyone's dying and that includes me too”

“If I fail you one more time the punishment won't match the crime”

“There' no pain that could ever explain how I let you down”

“I failed you once and I will fail again”

“Maybe he's happy I wouldn't have any idea”

“But deep down it didn't matter I was with him”

“You're not that cute, are you? In fact, you're real fuckin' ugly”

“That I'm the one who wronged what's right”

“Do you all see the memories?”

#roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay starter #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #lyric starters #rp memes #rp starters #rp prompt #black friday #black friday musical #black friday starkid

[soldier-poet-king]

i am going to kill everyone in this house and then myself HOLY FUCK

everytime im like 'yeah okay maybe bro 1 isnt THAT awful and we can have a single discussion that's not about anime without fighting' he pulls this shit

bro3, a young teen, asks a question about the new(ish) vacant house tax in the city, aiming to help pop the godawful housing bubble. IMMEDIATELY bro1 goes on a fuckin screaming rant about how the govt is evil and taxes are evil and literally quotes the ron swanson parks and rec sandwich bit yes the one DELIBERATELY EXAGGERATED AND SIMPLIFIED FOR COMEDY

and i, try, calmly to ask how he would like to fix things instead. he brings up a bunch of republican & libertatian states as 'havens' from tax. i ask how he would like public services to be funded. he replies that he doesn't want them funded. i ask why then he uses public services. he insists he doesnt, and 'as long as i have a job in the states i have healthcare'. ok. putting aside the obvious issues with workplace-tied insurance (which canada is not free from!! our health system is ALSO a shitshow. it is just MILDLY less so in some respects.) I ask about public infrastructure that he cannot avoid using, like ROADS. he yells and genuinely has a FIT. YELLING. like the apathetic guy who does not ever have emotions is fuckin YELLING at me about taxes. this man clearly has way too much fucking time online.

and THEN, i bring up the 'idk how to tell you we should care about other people' wrt public services that serve a greater good but that he might not necessarily use directly (education, libraries, childcare, senior care, social assistance, etc). and he straight up 'i dont care about other people. i dont care about strangers'. and bro 3 AGREES WITH HIM. this tiny baby child who i have practically raised as my own kid half the time and have tried SO HARD to impart a measure of kindness in this godawful house. agrees with him

and bro1 finishes it off with 'if someone has a second house, they deserve it' as if i didnt just finish explaining about social services and how rich people 99% of the time acquire wealth unethically and at the expense of the poor and how the wealth gap is only increasing and how yeah sure in an ideal world everyone would give freely, but as he literally just finished explaining to me while complaining about 'the liberals', people are corrupt and selfish, and so instituting things with widespread tax funded programs is going to help a lot more people than just oh let's hope these instinctively selfish rich people acquiring money thru unethical means take pity on the poors this year. like. we KNOW that doesnt work. my solution isn't perfect by any means but it passes on the slim margin of being NOT AS BAD AS IT CURRENTLY IS

i genuinely do NOT understand how anyone has so little disregard for the concept of a greater good, of societal health, of caring for people NOT yourself. how can he be SO selfish and yet still enjoy, and DEMAND, so much of the luxuries he enjoys in a developed country which historically and at present has profited off of various forms of exploitation!!! like!! bitch!!!!

not to be like im glad his 4yr relationship ended bc his gf deserves way better (for various reasons, not just his shitty politics, but this is pretty emblematic of his personality at large) + his friends are all shitty and terrible people and hes lowkey abusing alcohol and weed bc of them + he needs to get offline and go to a monastery for his health. but like. i AM saying that.

#IM SO GODDAMN ANGRY #the duality of fran #politics sorry not sorry #do not fuckin argue with me. like. if ur gonna go all libertarian in my inbox. consider #i dont care <3 #that is so mean of me #and in a calmer state i would argue my points politely #but my opinion is not going to change #i am concerned with societal and greater good. not my own immediate benefit #he's also sexist. racist. homophobic! #long post

[asukaskerian]

🌩️🌤️

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ot4 still!

Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge. 

Me: alone?

Goat: don't interrupt me. 

Me: who knocked you up

Goat: idk some jerk

Me: hn

Goat: grimmjow. >:(

Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.

Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo. 

Me: suspension of disbelief crashed

Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.

Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.

Me: ................. ok how much thought did you put into this

Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also the bed the size of two parking spots.)

Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!

Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!

Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first 

Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up 

Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc

Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.

Me: uh huh

Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda

Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off

Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!

Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor

Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this

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🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. i have SO MANY???

"So. Yeah. Roommates suck. You pay more than them and it chafes your ass, you pay less and you can't open your mouth without being told you can also get the fuck out if you've got a problem, nobody but you will wash a single fucking plate, the TV's broken and nobody will fess up, then someone throws a fist."

Ichigo opens his mouth, closes his mouth -- and then apparently can't hold back any farther than that and says drolly, "Yeeeeah, I suspect that might have been the 'bunch of feral teen bastards raising each other' thing mixed with 'where's the money coming from tomorrow' stress." 

Nelliel chokes on a laugh she really wasn't expecting. "That's... Huh."

"... Sounds fake, but okay." Grimmjow squints. "You ain't gonna tell us being saddled with roommates as a married couple is awesome though."

... Now why did Ichigo clear his throat like that? 

He stands all at once, bussing his and Hime's glasses back to the sink, and starts the hot water to wash them, studiously not looking at any of them. Nel blinks. Okay, that's -- suspicious? Strange? 

"Honestly, I used to live with two sisters and my dad who has a really big personality, let's call it that, and my room was Grand Central for all our friends back in high school. It's quiet here, and that's cool, but we live too far from all of them to just drop by so we haven't really seen them in months. The neighbors are alright but we don't hang out either, so..."

Nelliel nods slowly, brow furrowed. His head's still bowed over his glass, scrubbing at nothing. "I guess. But that's visiting, not..."

"Visiting is good! And I..." Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen -- I lived alone, in a studio -- and it was... lonely." 

"Oh right, your bitch aunt." 

Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.

Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden comment or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime. "Didn't hear about that."

"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!" 

"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.

"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and at Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share-house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess." 

Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize. 

"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."

Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it. 

Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.  

Everyone is silent for a moment. 

"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.

Nelliel cracks up.

#writing meme #teaser

[stannyramirez]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

“I need some salves and shit for intense body beatings!” “Look, my husband got the living shit beat out of him and it’s all my fault!” “Help me take his pain away, pronto!” “You’re a fucking idiot. That’s what you are.” “This ain’t fucking Jurassic Park.” “I am so embarrassed for you because I am a professional martial artist.” “Come on. Let’s just you and me hang.” “Well, you know I love a sibs-free hang sesh.” “I’ll rip your asshole out and eat it and kill you!” “Get this pillowcase off my fucking face!” “These fucking animals snatched me straight out my whip!” “I figured out the part about the cousins being involved, maybe you can find some fucking clues, too.” “Let me guess, you were sitting there quitting, giving up.” “I am in no mind space to be teased right now.” “We have been kidnapped, you fucking bitches!” “Puke on yourself and eat it, please.” “Is that you in here screaming like a bitch?” “Well, we’re going to ransom you to your daddy for money.” “You deserve this life, dude!” “I can’t see you, but I can smell ya.” “Why don’t you laugh in my face, you motherfucker?” “It’s not funny to do jokes like that.” “And how can I help you on this blessed day?” “You ruined my life. You didn’t think I was gonna make you pay?” “Five million a head.” “You must think I’m fucking stupid.” “I sure do think you’re stupid, but what does that have to do with anything?” “Oh, no. You got your facts mixed up.” “You’re a self-righteous asshole.” “It’s filthy as fuck in here.” “Chicken doo-doo is getting all ground into my fuckin’ seduction dress!” “How can you eat in this dirty-ass heat?” “When that door opens and the little one walks in, I’m gonna slay him, cut his fuckin’ face off, and wear it as a mask.” “Sounds insane and not doable.”

“Serves you right, trying to argue with me.” “You know, literally, that is the thing that pisses me off the most about you. Every single time I suggest anything, you’re so eager to just jump down my throat, punch holes in my shit.” “Homeboy, like you’re not trying to always argue with me.” “You’re constantly acting like I’m gonna mess everything up.” “You do mess everything up.” “I will fucking kill you!” “I demand to be held captive in a private silo right now! ...Please!” “I wondered what that was, but I thought it rude to ask.” “Stop crying! Ain’t nobody gonna ransom you!” “That’s a good job with the voodoo dolls.” “Please, let me help. I’ll sacrifice my life and my body if need be.” “We’re gonna get more money than we know what to do with!” “I mean normally, yeah, I could, but you know, I am malnourished right now.” “Wanna see this? Freak athleticisms?” “Just do it. What’s wrong with you?” “Boy, your daddy didn’t leave you with much, did he?” “Your daddy threw money at you instead of raising you right.” “Fear of God is the best chance you got.” “If you don’t have the stomach for it, hell, I’ll do it.” “I don’t mind killin’. It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” “Do your dumps, boy!” “He thinks that I don’t have it in me to hurt you.” “You don’t run nothing but your mouth.” “He chafes real bad, and a burnt rectal from cheap TP could make him very despondent.” “I bet no one’s gonna miss me.” “I don’t want my kids to be one of those kids that loses a parent like somebody in a fucking Disney movie.” “I don’t want my sons to be Bambis.” “I never want to be treated any differently than you guys just ‘cause I’m a lady.” “He ain’t following any sort of rules about ladies and mens.” “Kill the biggest one ‘cause he’s tough to handle.” “I know I get on your nerves, always riding you and shit. It’s just because I feel like somebody needs to make sure everything’s gonna turn out okay.” “You do get on my nerves, but if you get murdered, I promise to try and avenge you.” “Make sure that my wife and kids have a good life, watch after ‘em?” “Yeah, I feel like your kids are old enough to take care of themselves.” “I’m just gonna go into beast mode and start biting faces and dicks.” “If I die, please don’t remember me that way.” “Oh, god. Oh, shit. This is happening.” “I came all this way to bust you out of here.” “I’m sure that little dick would love to see me murdered.” “I mean, he might not mind you dead, but he wouldn’t want to see it happen.” “Did you call your mama and tattletale on us?” “Your brother there, he’s a big dope.” “You try stopping me, I’ll put another hole in your face.” “Kin don’t mean nothing.” “Family’ll turn on you on a dime. You gotta treat ‘em like you treat anybody else.” “Get the fuck out of the car.”

#sentence meme #rp meme #inbox meme #ask meme #meme #the righteous gemstones #vvmemes

[thecolorsfucked]

nah actually read this

i am grateful for the help i receive it has kept me alive but the amount of obvious scams that make BANK from blogs no one has ever seen with wild stories mismatched pics and rude ass tactics make so much money ppl raise money for fucking casual trips and ppl ive seen around for like 5-10years cant afford dinner cant pay small bills beg and spam for 20$ ive seen so many fucking ppl like not get home after work until HOURS after their shift cuz they couldnt raise 20$ but let some fucking skinny white bitch ask for anything man like there are ppl in shit worse than me and they cant get a damn thing

man i fuckin hate it here its me and 5-7 queers of color and bw who pass around the same 20$ while the same three scammers prolly got an indoor pool by now what the fuck ever fuck everyone with a checkmark or a stupid water bottle

[larrythefloridaman]

Been rewatching bits and pieces of cpuk season one for fun and taking notes of funny stuff we dont talk about much in the discord and thinking abt it in the context of later seasons/information and its very fun. This is stuff from 1-5 (will likely update as i get further in this partial rewatch, under readmore for spoilers of later parts of the series and keeping the post short)

Hamhel and dadondorf apparently taught jimbo 'butt/butts' is a swear word but 'fuck' isnt. Jimbo is really interested in music as we know but also distinctly very bad at it. Jimbo's biological parents are dead, but left him a LOT of money and as a result spending too much money on shit he doesn't need became his favorite coping mechanism and, following the divorce, he used up all of his inheritance money and started dipping into the family funds, which is when Dadon and him start having Problems. Jimbo is extremely hamhel's kid neither of them should be trusted with any kind of power. Jimbo, i know you've been through a lot and the dad that was demonstrably better at connecting with you is being Fucked Up And Evil Right Now but honey, the shopping addiction is not gonna make your life any stabler. listen to zzzzzzoey. go to therapy. 'Jimbo tried to summon satan to kill his dad' is a thing thats said. Which. gestures in crimson's general direction. funny. Jimbo is peak 'remember when you were 15 and convinced you were evil and irredeemable but really you were just 15' except at this point hes like, 13 max im pretty sure and also hes Really stupid (affectionate.) (CPUK1)

Dadondorf is personal friends with Cranky Kong. Hamhel claims he threw a match in winners finals against Dad to give him a fighting chance and I think he's full of shit as ever <3 Dadondorf to Jimbo: "I'm sorry, It's just- I know you miss your other dad, but we'll get through this together." bro dont talk to me about to wring hamhel's dumbass neck, you dumb son of a bitch meat man abandoning your family for demonic power to recapture your glory days im gonna KILL Y- hes better now its fine im fine theyre fine. man imagining what the winners finals and championship match between dadon and hamhel at the end of cpuk1 would be like with season 2-3 style voiceacted storytelling has me fucked up. itd kill me i think .

Zzzzzoey's apparently like. 18 years old in cpuk1????? If thats still canonical shes in her fuckin. early 20s now. what the Fuck. more like a cool big sister to Jimbo convincing him to go to therapy and helping him reconcile with his dad like that than a peer. (CPUK1)

Patchman apparently worships some kind of obscure scarecrow harvest god called Scarny, and either his ratspeak was kind of rusty or he genuinely briefly forgot what science was because when he called Zapmouse the work of the devil and Zapmouse corrected him by saying he was a product of science he said he didnt believe in scientology. Zapmouse is explicitly an atheist. Zapmouse also likes to use elaborate threats to get his point across. Zapmouse ended a friendship and threatened to rip out a person's teeth for patronizing him by calling him their pet to explain why they were talking to a rat. (CPUK2)

Grundy, the Grunk's brother, has a confirmed skin, he's represented by the green bowser when they talk about him during the Grunk's intro! He and the Grunk lived in Tennessee, and he's a famous and respected restauranteur specialized in Southern Comfort Food whose critical opinion is so highly respected a bad yelp review from him can tank businesses. He, and I quote, 'sucks.' they talk about grundy so much in the grunk's debut episode it's kinda funny that he's never shown up. They even raise the idea of introducing him as a fighter at some point. although considering his brother died being part of kerfuffle and then he kept doing it and let his son participate too, i dont blame him for not wanting to get involved. People apparently start beef with the Grunk sometimes just for being related to Grundy, considering sauceboss. maybe they just don't. talk anymore. (CPUK4)

Home MD really likes fish and cares about the ocean as an environment, Alfred even throwing out the idea that he wears black in grim remembrance of the Mozilla Oil Spill. i wonder if this interest was present before the time loop or if it developed during. What im asking is what came first hackshifter aquarium dates or home md getting just like really into maintaining his doctors office fish tank as a coping mechanism. Did Larry frequently get into physical altercations with litterers at the beach growing up or is that new. They say Home MD saw Finding Dory and cried. they also, unrelated, say Home is so old he canonically uses internet explorer. Fucking mean to him!!! he's like 25ish at this point in the loop! I know he has the exhaustion in his eyes of a man twice that age but leave him alone!!!!!!! (CPUK4) (Sidenote its so fucking funny to me that even during the home timeloop larry was picking fights with hamhel. He wants to kick that old mans ass so bad but it'll never happen. I think larry greets hamhel every time they meet by trying to put him in a headlock and casually failing. Their weird frenemy relationship is so funny to me)

Firefox is a Mega-Corporation that has its fingers in lots of things, the browser's just the main thing they do. So in the kerfuffleverse mozilla as a company is kinda like google as a company is in the real world. Mozillas dead as hell and Nightly hates his ass and has understandably complicated feelings about family but it's unclear in my memory if he's still like, involved with the company or the rest of his family in any way. Is nightly a disowned out of touch ex-richboy or what (CPUK4)

it is funny that the lowkey bloodlust has been whats stuck about Corn most into the present from her debut. Alfred: "corn really just put a knife to this man's (home md) neck and said 'i'm here to take your blood.'" She craves violence and always has and i respect it (CPUK4)

ICEE was a huge superfan of ICEE who got sponsored as a result of him promoting the brand through his very public love of it abd as such has some amount of unofficial pull with the company. Spriteman is not sponsored. The coca cola company does not want to be associated with Spriteman in any way, shape, or form. his sheer violent feverish devotion to that citrus soft drink is completely fucking unmarketable to them. If cpu kerfuffle wasn't distinctly unaffected by the law he'd probably be getting sued for so aggressively stanning their product in such an intensely unflattering way on a public platform. Also christ in a clown car he was stuck perfect for SO LONG he went perfect between cpuk3 and cpuk4, and didn't recover until cpuk20. This man was in a feral state and not fully in control of himself for a bit under 2 years i think? he is So rusty at being a human. In the first episode he was 'Perfect,' he seemed fairly lucid, which is. Upsetting. because it implies that he slowly lost that lucidity until he was the 's-sprite' stammering beast he was by the time g2 rolled in. 

Yung Papaya's snake exorcist dad was described as being half demon before becoming a snake, and his name is actually Rod. These are some of the only things the snake priest dad remembers from his life before being transformed into a snake aside from his work as an exorcist. I have no additional commentary on this i just think its funny (CPUK5)

The Light Void is, apparently, a void of pure light and an entity that instead of consuming or encompassing things as one might imagine the maw of the void to do, allows things to take of it whatevers needed that it can give. a sort of metaphysical wellspring hammerspace of potential, it sounds like. One of the many odd, complex and multifaceted world-crafting forms of Spectrum's divinity, perhaps? its emissary, corrupted into the cbt demon, is described as having little sentience/autonomy to begin with, so it's tricky to exorcise because it lacks much of a will of its own to free, and doesn't have the capacity to desire to be freed, as it exists to serve whatever purpose its needed for. It can only speak occasionally, and it's very direct and lacks personality. (CPUK5)

In CPUK5's intros, ryan says dan is a geeksquad employee that was Sent Into The Game. Like A Normal Guy From Real Life Literally Sent Into The Video Game. Its compared repeatedly to scooby doo cyberchase. nccts stuff clarifies this is arguably pretty normal for the fighters origins but Dan was literally intentionally isekai'd here from Normal Actual Real Life to help try to deal with hamburger helper. Every Dan Is Explicitly From Another World. Also he seemed like he was having so much genuine fun fighting Al compared to his whole Comedically Tired Cosmically Tormented Everyman thing hes got going on now and also for like the whole rest of his time in even this tournament. Also apparently he fixed icee's ipod once and returned it and all the music was gone except 15 copies of ice ice baby with one under pressure. blows kiss love u dan <3

Alfred: "Alabaster Uppercut has been fighting for 27 years, and dedicated the other two to teaching children how to do the uppercut just like him" oh my god was Al already like 29 when cpuk5 happened. Is Al in his early thirties now. Also he says Al was already very respected and well-known in his home village and he was once ideologically pacifist and only signed up for cpuk because a group of other competitors viciously defamed him and his village and called him a pussy on social media and one of the village kids started getting bullied over it and that's what crossed a line with him, which is interesting. Ya boy loves the fight for the sake of the fun of the fight now but he supposedly used to Very Much Not Like Fighting Pointlessly At All? Originally more of a 'practices a martial art as a meditation and preservation of heritage' kind of guy before discovering The Joys Of Consensual Sportsman's Violence

[gegewrites]

mr.whites daughter 16- a damn fly

This is a whole damn episode of BB in a fuckin chapter. Next few are like that as well.

Your pov-

The start of a new week. Meant it was time to Fuckin clean. I wasn't super pumped because I spent yesterday deep cleaning my apartment when I should've been at the hospital, but then again, Hank did attack Jesse...so why should I go? A little bit dickish of me yes, but I have a life. I was leaning against the passanger door of my car smoking a cigarette. My dad was sitting in his car sorta just staring blankly, he's been like that since I got here. I'm not really trying to bother him, I also don't really care, probably more shit with my mom.I took a drag from my cigarette as Jesse drove by and reversed into his space. He looked out his window and through walters to me. He pointed at him and I shrugged dropping my cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. Jesse closed his car door and locked it and walked around. "Hey babe." He gave me a kiss,"He good?" He asked standing next to me. "I don't know." I shrugged,"been like this for like five minutes?" He walked in front of me and knocked on his window. My dad flinched a bit and looked out the window at us. I gave him a wave as Jesse leaned on bonnet kf my car next to me. My dad got out of the car and locked it. "You good?" I raised my brow at him and me nodded. "I'm okay." He gave me a smile,"should we get in there?" "Yeah sure." Jesse said and he walked past us. I looked over at Jesse and he raised brow at me and I shrugged "I have no fuckin clue." I whispered and looked at my dad as he turned around. "You two coming?" He asked. "Coming right now."

We walked past the line of employees who were clocking in for work. "I'm surprised he doesn't make us do that." Jesse said. "Thank god for that." I shook my head as we walked to the back of the Mat. Dad pressed the lift button and we walked behind it and one after the other went down the stairs.

"I was watching this nature program or some shit about hyenas." Jesse said as i unlocked the door to the lab and walked in,"and they like have this thing with like the pack leader," I walked down the spiral stairs as he spoke,"where the other pack leaders have to lick his junk." "What?" I asked opening my locker. "Yeah, they have to lick the pack leaders junk." He looked at me as he opened his locker,"was fuckin weird." "Sounds it." I giggled as I kicked my shoes off and put them in my locker,"clean and cook right?" "That's the plan, if we can get to cooking, if not then we'll cook tomorrow Probably be easer that way anyways."My dad said. I walked away and to grab a suit as I heard my dad start unbuckling his belt. Let the cleaning begin.

Jesses pov-

I was sitting in the floor scrubbing this huge fuckin wheel lookin thing from one of the boilers, mr.white was cleaning said boiler. "You know,"I stopped scrubbing,"we should like equipment maintainer guys." "You wanna make less money?" I heard (y/n) say over by the racks. I leaned a bit and looked over at her. "Be quiet." I shushed her and sat up right and scrubbed for a few seconds more before stopping and stretching my shoulder,"like we shook kf have water boys. Yo, Gatorade me bitch!" "I'll call espn and get some professional water boys sent over." (y/n) snickered as I scrubbed one one the cross poles in the center of this wheel thing. "We should also get some flunkies in here, treat us right. We're fuckin professionals." I shook my head, mr.white looked down at me from ontop of the step stool and simple shook his head,"yo it's a good idea." "Flunkies? Really?" (y/n) asked as she out down a tray onto the table and grabbed another. She sprayed alcohol on it and used a rag to wipe it. "Well I mean..."he shrugged and smirked,"already got one..." "The fuck does that mean?" She asked looking up at me from the tray. I shot her a wink and she rolled her eyes,"go fuck yourself Jesse." "Is this what your relationship is built off on? Insulting each other from time to time and making sexual remarks?" Mr.white asked, leaning on the wall of the boiler. "Yeah most of it." I shrugged and got back to scrubbing. "Better then what you got going on." (y/n) sasses and he looked over his shoulder at her a she shrugged. "Is that what your relationship is built in? Insulting each other relationships?"I mocked him. "Pretty much." (y/n) giggled as she sprayed more alcohol onto the tray.

After a whole fuckin day went by as we cleaned the lab. We cleaned everything. All the vats, all the machines we could, swept and mopped the floor. It took a whole fuckin shift. "15 hours starts now." I pressed the timer snd looked over at (y/n) who put her suit into the bucket. "Great." She walked back to her locker and grabbed her shoes. "These numbers don't add up." Mr.white said and walked over this the table he was sitting at. "I don't you, the dudes boning us." I groaned the edge of the table and leaned in my arms. He was looking at the clip board still. "Our put out is off my .14 percent." He looked up at me for a second and then looked back down,"we should be netting more then we're netting." "How far off are we?" (y/n) asked walking over, she sat on the she kf the table as mr.white leaned back in his chair. "A quarter and a half." He tapped the pencil on the board. Oh shit. "What about spillage?" I asked and he shook his head,"when's things get spilled?" "Nothing gets spilled." "I mean some-" "Nothing. Get spilled." I nodded and glanced over at (y/n), she was thinking. "Evaporation?" "Stuff isn't out that long." He shook his head. "What about the uh drops?" I asked,"like on beer?" "Condensation?" (y/n) asked and I snapped my fingers at her. "Yeah yeah condensation." "Not it." He denyed. "What about the stuff we leave in the vats? By the time we're done clenaing all the junk out that's a gallon and a bit more of product." (y/n) said and he turned in his chair and looked at the lab. "Vestiges." He nodded. "Yeah vestiges, I think that's it." I nodded standing up as (y/n) got off the table. "We'll have fun with that," she said walking away and I followed her. "Yo." I said walking up the stairs behind (y/n),"Mr.white!" He looked up from the board at me as I made mh way to the top,"you good?" "Why?" He asked and I shrugged. "Nothin." (y/n) opened the door and looked down at him. "Are you coming?" "In a minute." He responded getting upset from his chair and walking to the machines. "Alright we'll see you tomorrow then." She walked through the door and so did I. It shut behind us.

We walked out of the laundry mat and took a left to our cars. "Ill come by your place tonight alright?" I said as she walked around Mr.whites car to her. "Sure sounds good." I heard her car unlocked and I walked around to her. She opened the door and got in. "Arent you forgetting somethin?!" I raised my voice as she turned her car on, the engine growling and her window rolled down. "What?" She asked with a slight smile. I leaned inside of the window and gave her a kiss. "That." I said and gave her another and she giggled. "Alright." She gave me another,"I gotta get going, I'll see you tonight?" "Yeah you bet." I stood up as she took her car out of park and drove off. Mr.white is finally catching up on the fact that we have less meth then we should. I haven't told (y/n) about it, but badger and Skinny have been coming to these NA meetings, trying to sell to them.

Your pov- Later that night-

I was sitting on the couch in my living room, I already put dinner away. Jesse still isn't here. I had an impulse to call him but ya know maybe the time for the meeting got changed? He was with Brandon and Pete...could really be anything. I leaned foward and picked my phone up off the table and it started ringing. It was my mom. I flipped it open and answered. "Hey mom." "Hey sweetheart, uh...what are you doing right now?" It was 8:27 so obviously nothing. "Nothing, why?" I leaned back into the couch, putting my legs up on the table. "Was just wondering if you could come over....we need to talk."I took my feet off the table and leaned towards my elbowing digging into my knees. "I mean yeah I can, but talk about what?" I was a little panicked. "About your father."

I held my phone to my ear as I closed my car door. I locked it and heard Jesses voicemail. "It's me, leave it at the thing." I heard the beep as I walked through the small path to the front door, putting my keys in my hoodie pocket. "Hey it's (y/n), I have to meet up with my mom so I won't be home till late. I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the call and put my phone in my pocket as I knocked on the door. I waited a few seconds and it unlocked and opened. My mom stood in front of me with a glass of wine. "So it turns,"I looked at my watch,"8:50 and it's time for wine?" "It's a good white." She shrugged and motioned me in. "Which one? There's four whites." I chuckled as she closed the door, she gave me a laugh and walked towards me and I gave her a hug,"how ya been?" "Paying for hanks  medical bills." She said as I parted from her,"want a glass?" "I'm not gonna argue." I followed her into kitchen,"junior home?" "He's sleeping over at Louis's." She grabbed a glass from the cabinet. She closed it and picked up the bottle of wine from the peninsula,"thought with all that happened today...that you should know as well." "Alright." She handed me the glass,"why don't we go sit on the couch?" "Sounds good to me." She smiled, I walked over to the couch and she followed with her glass and the bottle in hand.

I sat down on the couch that I spent a week sleeping on a few months ago. She sat down on the other end. She put the bottle on the table in between us and took a deep breath and let it out. "Your father and I are paying for hanks medical bills." I nodded taking a sip from my glass, it really was good,"he got this money from gambling." "Gambling?" My brows furrowed in confusion,"wouldn't the IRS know about this? Woudkve confronted him." "Illegal back room games." She stated and I nodded. "So he was gambling? For days on end....and you divorced him for 'gambling'." I quoted the gambling word,"gambling is a code name for something else isn't it?" "(y/n).." she shook her head. "Ya know mom, I work with his lawyer." I moved a bit closer to him and she looked at me   ,A slight bit of shock in her eyes. "So you.." she nodded slowly and I nodded taking a sip of my wine and I leaned into her. "Meth." I stated in a whisper. "So you knew?" I leaned back, her tone wasn't angry or  stained with betrayal. "When I started working for Saul, I found out." Truth is I knew way before, but she doesn't need to know that,"maybe I knew even a few days before, maybe him cooking meth and having Saul as his lawyer was the reason why I got the job." "Exactly how long have you known?" She took a sip of her wine, resting one are on the head of the couch. "I started working with Saul...so at-least 4 months." I shrugged,"but..." "But what?" "I had the idea of it...psshh." I took a sip from my glass,"after his fuage state." "That was real though." She said and I nodded. "It was, it was." I agreed,"what are you telling people about it?" "That night he lost 14 thousand dollars and tried to win it back." I gave her a nod as the memory of that day ran through my head. "Tell me more about this story."

The next day- Jesses pov-

I pulled into my spot next to Mr.whites car, (y/n) was on the other side of his, she was leaning on the driver door smoking a cigarette. I put mine out in the ashtray in my car. I rolled the window up and turned my car off. In the ashtray I noticed one with lipstick in the filter. I picked it up and looked at it. It was Jane's, from when we went to the museum. I put it back in and took my keys out of the ignition. I got out of my car, closed the door and locked it. "Yo sorry about last night." I said as (y/n) walked up to me. "It's fine," she took the last drag of her cigarette and dropped it in the ground and stomped it out,"my mom ended up calling me and I went over." "Yeah I got your voicemail." She wrapped her arms over my neck and gave me a kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her a another,"old man got here early." "Yeah he did."

We walked towards the door to the lab. I pushed it open and it closed right away. "What the fuck?" (y/n) said as I pushed it open again, the sound of wind filling up my ears. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as I got into the lab. "Close it!" Mr.white yelled, running uo the stairs, (y/n) came through and he rushed to the door. "What the fuck man!" I yelled, my Fuckin ears were popping. "What the actual fuck dad." (y/n) said as he fixed the towels in the ground. "My ears are popping." I rubbed the back of my ear. "It's positive pressure, just move your jaw or yawn." He stated with sn aditude. "I am moving my jaw!" (y/n) laughed as me and I gave her a look. "Stop acting like a baby." Mr.white said walking past me, I yawned and it fixed it. "Positive what?" I asked as (y/n) walked down the stairs and I followed after her.

I stood at the end of the stairs as he looked back at us. "I turned up the ventilation to keep the outside out." He stated, (y/n) leaned against the lockers looking over at him,"we have a contamination." "What?" (y/n) asked and I looked over at her and back to mr.white. "Something is in the lab." He stated walking to the metal table. "Shouldn't we be wearing masks then?!" I was Fuckin panicked. "It's not dangerous." He picked him what looked like the end of a shovel wrapped in cling wrap. "What is that?" I walked towards him. "This is uh...I made it." (y/n) walked over and stood next to me. "What are we dealing with exactly?" He walked away looking around. "A fly." He stated looking at us. "What do you mean a fly?" I walked towards him. "A house fly." "One fly? What did it do?"(y/n) asked, I heard her roll the chair out and sit. "It got into the lab, now I'm trying to get it out." "I'm-im not following here." I walked towards him,"man you scared the shit outta me! I thought you meant like an Ebola leak or some shit!" "Ebola?" (y/n) laughed and mr.white looked at me like an idiot. "Yeah! Ebola! It's a disease on the Discovery Channel that makes your organs fall out of your ass!" "I know what Ebola is." He walked towards me,"and what would it be doing in our lab?" "You're chasing a fly around and in your world I'm the idiot?" I crossed my arms and he nodded. "This isn't any fly,"he started,"this fly can't be here. We need to have a good and clean product. This fly will ruin it." "A fly, is going to mess up a batch of meth? We use a product that is used as a paint thinner." (y/n) scoffed. He was over by the boiler and I noticed the bandaid on his head behind his ear. "Did you hit your head?" I pointed at him,"like really hard?" "My head is not the problem this fly is." He said sternly. "No you're making it a problem, it's a flu, it'll die in a week." (y/n) shook her, she was obviously annoyed at this. So was I. "Did you...I don't know," I stepped towards him as he looked at me,"try our product?" "I know this seems unusual, you a laymen, this is a- any pollutant no matter how small," he looked around in silence and started walking, the fly thing tight in his hands,"coukd completely ruin our batch." (y/n) walked over to me, looking at her dad completely acting like a fuckin crazy dude. "Did you stay here all night?" She asked,"have you slept?" "I'm fine, we need to focus." He spoke as the timer went off,"we're running late," I walked over to it and turned it off,"let's get started." "Sounds good to me." I said as I walked away to the stacked pile of bags. I picked one up and put it over my shoulder and walked back over to the boiler,"time to alkaline!" "What are you doing?" Mr.white asked and I heard (y/n) sigh very loudly,"we are not cooking till this fly is dealt with." "Are you fuckin serious?" (y/n) asked,"the timer went off, how long os this batch good for? An hour, maybe two hours?" "It's not gonna be good until we clear the contamination." She walked towards him. "A fly, is not a contamination." She stood in front of him, she spoke firmly and sternly,"we are making meth, not space shuttles." "Maybe the positive pressure sucked the fly out, ya know when we opened the door?" I spoke up and he looked over at me. "It's around." He stated and looked back at (y/n),"help or leave."

Half an hour later-

Well, I was walking around the lab with a folded up news paper. (y/n) was walking around with a folded up magazine. "Look man, I like making cherry product. I do, I really do, but we make poison for people who don't care." I said, looking in between the hydrogen tanks. "Our customers aren't picky, trust us, we'd fuckin know." (y/n) groaned from over by the boiler. "Stop trying to rationalize this, we will find it." He said flatly. I rolled my eyes as I kept looking. I looked towards him and over to the bags of sodium hydroxide. I walked over and grabbed a bag and started talking. "Did you know,"I held the bag in my arms,"that candy bars have rat turds in them?" I walked over to the boiler, (y/n) looked at me and nodded as she walked away,"the government doesn't even care about contamination." I lifted the latches as I spoke,"and In hotdogs, do you even know what they can put in those?" I went to opened the bag,"pig lips and assholes." I went to pour the bag in and he popped up on the other side of the boiler. "What are you doing?" I flinched a bit. "Oh hey." I smiled,"just topping it off with some sodium hydroxide and we're golden." "It stays closed, and that's an order." I kept holding the bag as he walked over. "An order? You can't order shit Adolf. We're partners." I opened up the lid again and he closed, right on my fuckin hand,"Motherfucker!" I dropped the bag on the floor. "What the fuck did you just do!" I heard (y/n) yell, this fucker then hit me in my shoulder with his saber thing. "You fuckin asshole!" I yelled as I hit him and pushed him away. "Okay! Okay!" (y/n) yelled getting in between us. Walter was ready to fuckin swing his saber thing at me again and I was ready to clock him,"calm the fuck down, both of you!" "He fuckin hit me first!" I grabbed my shoulder,"crazy asshole." "And I said we're not cooking till this fly is out of here." He shook his head. "My Fuckin fingers man." I groaned. "What fuckin fly!" She yelled,"I haven't seen or heard a fuckin fly since I've been in here!" "It's here." He stated, she put her hands up and walked away,"it is here." "No man-" "Shh." He quieted me, he stayed still,"do you see it?" I squinted and looked at his head, the fly was on his temple. "I see it." I nodded,"give me it." "What?" "The saber, give me it." I reached out slowly. He held the saber to me and stopped as the fly started moving a bit. "Slowly." He whispered, I grabbed the saber from him,"get it." "You want me to hit you?" I asked holding the saber up. "Make it count." "Oh I'm gonna make it count. On three okay?" I held the saber ready, my eyes not kevaing the fly. "On three." He looked at me. "Alright, one!" I whacked his head where the fly was and he hit the boiler,"like that?! It's hurts doesn't it!" "Did you get it?" He asked looking around the floor. "What the fuck!" (y/n) yelled. "I got the damn fly man!" I held the saber in one hand, as he got down on the floor and looked. "Where is it?" "Does it matter? It's dead." I looked under the table and pointed,"it's right there." I looked over my shoulder at (y/n) who was standing there with her arms crossed watching Walter crawl on the floor. We picked up the fly from in between in the black wires.

He moved onto his back, his head on the chair seat and held it up. "Jesse...this is a raisin."he sighed,"this is a problem. This will ruin our batch. If you want to cook, we need to find this fly, and destroy every trace of it. Failing that...and we're dead. There is no more room for error...not with these people." "If we don't catch a fly we are going to die?" (y/n) asked and he nodded. I looked over at (y/n) and she looked at me. She was fed up. She really was. "Why don't we go get some air huh?" I pitched and immediately Walter shot it down. "We are sliding head first into a crash, and you wanna go get some air?" He asked me like I was crazy. "Let's go get some air, it can help us catch it. Talk about it, come back and subtract his ass." I put the saber down on the table and (y/n) was already walking to the stairs. I leant out my hand and he took it and I helped him stand up,"let's go get some air." "Alright." He nodded, i made my way to the stairs and he followed behind me. (y/n) was standing by the door and I walked towards her. She pushed the door open, you couldn't hear the wind from the pressure as I walked through. I held it open. "Do you have your keys?" Walter asked me,"don't wanna get locked out." "Ya man." I grabbed them from my jacket and showed him. He fucking swiped them from me and closed the door,"what the fuck man!" I pushed on the door but he locked it. "If you're not gonna help me then stay out!" He yelled and walked away. "I'm sorry, but I can't Fuckin deal with this." I looked back at (y/n) shaking her head,"I really Fuckin can't." "Reasonable he's an asshole." I shrugged making my way up the stairs and I looked back and she was following me.

Your pov-

"Does anyone have an ax!?" Jesse yelled jogging past the workers,"el Axo? "That's not how you say it." I groaned following him to the back room. "Then how do you say it?" He asked looking back at me as I walked into the back room. "¿alguien tiene un hacha?"I said as he picked up a hammer. "Hacha?" He asked and I nodded. He put down the hammer and grabbed a pick, he looked at it and put it down. He picked up an sledgehammer, I walked past him. "Cut his fuckin power." I looked at him and made my way to the power breaker. "Good idea!" He exclaimed following after me. My phone rang in my pocket as I opened up the breaker box, I stepped away and grabbed it an answered. "What's up?" I asked as Jesse found the switch to the lab, he pulled it down and looked back at me. "Got a minute for your favorite lawyer?" Saul asked. "Not really." I shook my head and Jesse raised his brow at me,"ya know what, ya I do." "You're gonna leave me with him?" Jesse asked I nodded. "Fuck yeah I am, or I'm gonna kill him." I walked away from the breaking box as Jesse jogged past me back to the lab,"what's up?" "Meet me at my office and we'll start from there." He hung up.

Better call Saul building-

I felt bad for leaving Jesse with my dad, But they seem to work together better. My dad has thing where he pisses me off sometimes, snd today was one of those days it seems. I closed my car door and dropped my cigarette to the ground. I locked my car as I walked onto the side walk. I parked in the spot I always do, meant I was close to the door.

I pushed the door open, his office was decently full, no crying babies today at least. "Hey Fran, Saul free?" I asked walking up to the counter. She looked up from her book and grabbed the phone. "Saul, (y/n) is here." She spoke,"I'll send her in. He's free." "Perfect." I walked away from the desk and to the door. I twisted the knob snd opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me.

"There you are!" He said opening his arms like he was giving a sermon. He was sitting in his chair and his feet we kicked back onto the desk. "Called me out of my lab at the right time." I walked over,"we have a fly and Walter won't let Jesse and I cook until it's gone, I was about to kill him." "We'll don't do that." He chuckled, taking his feet off his desk as I sat down in a chair in front of him. He moved the chair closer to the desk,"might not be able to save you." "They wouldn't be able to find a body." I shook my head with a chuckle. He stared at me blankly, a little bit of fear,"and if you don't get onto why I'm here, they won't be able to find yours either." "Finances." He pointed at me,"we need to talk about your finances." "What about them?" I crossed my arms. "I know I'm layering you money into my business, but..." he leaned down and opened his file draw,"I think we should split the funds into another business." "We? This is my money, it's my business." He grabbed a file and put it on the desk. "Alright how ever you wanna word it." He laughed,"you need to invest in another business, that way the cash flow from here and there, turns your money into legal tender quicker." "I assume you already have the places picked out?" He slid the file to me and I grabbed it and opened it. "Bet I do." I put the file on my lap, picking up the paper clipped sections of paper. 3 different buildings. "A bar, a car detailing shop, and a restaurant?" I looked at him,"I'm not going with the restaurant." "Check out the other two." He crossed him arms.  I put the bar and the detailing papers on the desk. I closed the file with the restaurant in it and placed it in front of him. I moved my chair closer and looked at him. "I use to work at the bar." I pointed to the bar papers,"Andy won't sell it." "What if I already called? What if he said he'd be glad to sell it?" I raised my brow at him,"for 150 thousand dollars." "What about the detailer?" I rested my arms on the edge of his desk. "Called, said he's willing to sell if he's given the right price." I nodded slowly,"but...he's also willing to turn a blind eye to the laundering if he's still in the title, of course, all your money goes to you, said he'll make sure of that." "Tell me more about the detailer."

Jesses pov- In the lab-

Talking about when he was fine with dying "No, I know the moment." Mr.white said, he was leaning against the boiler. The sleeping pills I put into his coffee were finally starting to kick in. He was trying to think about the Moment he would've been fine dying,"it was the night Jane died." I walked towards him as he sat down in the chair I rolled over for him. "What?" I whispered, leaning against the boiler, looking down at him. "I was at home, and we needed diapers, said I would go out and get them but it was just an excuse to bring you your money." He shook his head. "I remember." "After, I went to a bar. I never do that, go to a bar, alone. I just walked in and sat down." He looked up at me,"I never told you." "Tell me what?" He grabbed onto the boiler and stood up, he leaned on it facing me," what that you went to a bar?" "No...a stranger came In and he sat down next to me. Turned out to be Jane's father, Donald Margolis." I felt my jaw tighten at the sound of his name, remembering him in the apartment the day she died. "What are you talking about?" My brows furrowed. "This random guy came and sat with me, I-I didn't put it together until after the crash. Jane's dad, sits down at a bar with me and she dies that same night. Think of the odds." He looked away from me,"the odds are astronomical, me going to that bar, that night, that hour, the same time he comes in." "Whatd you talk about?" He stood up a bit. "Water on mars." He nodded,"and family." "What about...family?" He leaned his shoulder on the boiler, leaning against it. "He had a daughter, I had one too. He said...never give up on family. I didn't, I took his advice." He pushed off the boiler and walked away to the rolling ladder. I kept watching of him. My eyes had tears in them that wouldn't escape, I didn't want them to,"what is it telling us when the man's daughter dies, and I'm the one having a drink with him?" He leaned on the latter a bit more and it rolled slightly.

I jumped forward and grabbed the ladder as he held onto it, his forehead against his fist. "Sit down mr.white." I held onto his shoulder and he shook his head against his knuckles. "I'm fine." I crossed my arms, his voice was lazy, his body acting tiredly,"that was the moment. That night I should have never left home. Maybe things would've- oh I thought I was...I was watching this nature program about elephants."  I listened carefully as he spoke, trying to make sure to hear everything and he ready to help him in case he fell or leaned ye wrong way," and skyler was in the nursery with Holly, singing her a lullaby. I could hear it on the baby monitor." He rubbed his forehead on the pole and sighed," if I just lived right up to that moment and not one second more..." I heard the flu buzzing around and looked for it,"that would've been perfect."

I looked up, following the fly with my eyes as it landed on the vent. "He's not coming down." I noted,"it's like Thailand hot yo there, that's why he likes it..." I looked back at him, he was looking up," Thailands hot right?" "Yeah." He said standing off the ladder and stumbling a bit, I grabbed a chair quickly and wheeled it under him. "Sit down man." He did just that, continuing to look up at the vent. "He's not coming down." He shook his head,"he's staying up there forever." I walked away, the fold out ladder was by the lockers. I picked it up and carried it over. "What are you doing?" He asked as I put it down and moved one of the wheeling tables, I placed it in front of another and unfolded the ladder and out it on top,"you're gonna break ur neck."

Your pov-

I walked through the Mat and to the back. The worker looked at me and pressed the lift button.  Saul and I decided to table this conversation about time buying a business, he had a client who needed to speak with him immediately. I walked down the stairs to the lab, I hope they got this fly dealt with or Jesse started cooking, told me he went to the store and got some stuff, including sleeping pills. I pushed open the first door and walked towards the second one. I took a deep breath and pushed it open, expecting the high ventilation...which was not there. "Oh zap!" I heard Jesse laugh,"you got for bitch!" "The hell are you doing?" I asked leaning on the railing, he was standing on a matter which was on two tables, my dad was asleep in a chair below him. "I killed the fly." He got down from the ladder and looked up at me,"we can cook now." "About time." I walked towards the stairs as he grabbed my dads ankles and started wheeling him away. I watched him go into the back room,"you drugged him?!" "Bet your sweet ass I did!" He shouted back. I walked to the lockers and grabbed two masks, he walked out a few minutes later before walking back to close the door. "Here you go." I walked towards him and handed him the mask. "Thank you." He smiled and put it in his head and walked away to the sodium hydroxide bags. I unlatched the boiler,"what'd you and Saul talk about?" "I'm buying a business." I stated as he walked over. "What kind?" "A detailing shop."

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 25

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 25 - Fight Club

Okubo takes a deep breath. And then he exhales slowly. Once. Twice. Three times.

He shifts his weight on his feet, hoping that will ease the pain in his right shin, at least temporarily. He keeps his fists raised in a fighting stance, walking slowly in a semicircle, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

His opponent imitates him, a little more out of breath than he is, a little more dejected. But there was still fire in his eyes. He respected that. He was a young boy, inexperienced, but with plenty of talent and a bright future in the martial arts scene.

He was just very unlucky to have him as an opponent so coon.

The screams and encouragement around them didn't stop, getting louder, animalistic. Thirst for violence, for blood. In public rings it was no different. But there, in that improvised space in the parking lot of a building condemned by the city hall, the risks for them, the fighters, were much greater.

But those people didn't care. They'd never cared.

"Finish him, damn it!"

"Cave his fucking face in!"

"Stop fucking around, this isn’t Ultimate Fight!"

"Give the kid some wrestling lessons, Okubo!"

"Put that old man to sleep, Ito!"

Okubo ignores the roar of the audience. He always ignored it when it wasn't time to show off before and after a match. But the boy, Ito, seemed a little affected by it, given the way he gritted his teeth and raised his guard higher, as if he wanted to protect himself from the onlookers' rage.

He felt a mixture of patronizing pity and laughter. Those freaks around them were assholes, but the kid really needed a little lesson.

He lunges forward, delivering a side kick, which Ito blocks, countering with heavy fist strikes, in quick, precise succession that Okubo would have congratulated had it not been for the situation. He blocked as best he could, alternating with attacks in areas Ito left unguarded each time he tried to strike him, but the gaps were getting shorter and shorter. Fuck, the kid was good...!

"That's it, kid, fuck him up! I bet big money on you, dammit!"

"Crush his fuckin' face!"

"Damn it, Okubo! If you're going to get beat up by a rookie, you better just retire already!"

Okubo couldn't answer even if he wanted to. A stab of pain hits him again in the shin, stealing his attention and allowing Ito to break through his block. The punch lands him square in the side of his jaw, pain exploding as if he's been hit in the face with a sheet of metal, stars popping in front of his eyes.

“Fucking hell...!”

He hears the screams of the audience, feels the taste of iron and salt in his mouth, and he gets to see, through eyes half closed in pain, Ito smile triumphantly... and that was exactly the moment he was waiting for.

The boy's smile freezes on his face when Okubo also hits him in the shin with a side kick. With him still bent over by the force applied to the blow, it wasn't difficult to throw him off balance. And soon, they were both on the ground, Ito's neck trapped under one of his legs. Okubo pulls back his arm and lifts his hips in a levering motion, gritting his teeth as Ito screams in pain and the crowd goes wild around them.

"A free lesson for you, kid," He growls, his voice coming out raspy. "Never leave your guard open for an opponent to apply an armbar to you, even more so if he's bigger and heavier than you!"

“Son of a bitch...!”

"So, are you going to give up?"

"Aaargh...!"

"Give up or I'll break your arm!"

"Graaah...!," The boy huffs in frustration, already turning red because of the pain and shortness of breath. And then he taps the floor three times with his hand, almost desperately. "I-I surrender, I surrender!"

Okubo immediately let go of him, geting up from the floor and panting as the crowd cheers around them. The loudest scream was probably Ito's contractor, grabbing the clipboard his poor secretary was holding and throwing it hard to the floor.

"Shit! Atami, you'll pay for this...!"

Atami Hisashi, Muji TV's CEO, could only smile with enormous satisfaction as the referee raised his arm in the air and announced, loud and clear:

"It's over! The winner is Okubo Naoya!"

The parking lot fills with excited cheers and loud applause, some of the more excitable spectators sticking their fingers in their mouths to whistle. And Okubo, despite the tiredness, the pain and the unpleasant taste of blood in his mouth, simply cannot resist. He raises his fists in the air, letting out a shout of triumph and striking a strategic pose, declaring loud and clear:

"That's fuckin' right! 'Sitting around doing nothing will get us nowhere'¹!"

"Stop with those Ultraman references, you nerd!"

Now there was a chorus of laughter to join the cheers and applause, and frankly, that was just the way he liked it. He sees Yamashita Kazuo, smiling a little worriedly as he runs to make sure, along with the paramedics, that Ito receives treatment, and he also sees Himuro and Kaneda, both celebrating along with the other spectators, in a mixture of exasperation and relief. Rihito hadn't been able to attend, but he knew his friend would be thrilled too when he heard the results of his Kengan match.

Damn, the only way for that victory to be even more perfect was with Tomori's presence...

"No! Not happening!"

Okubo wanted to tell his conscience to shut up, but this time he had to agree with it. The less Tomori knew about that universe of clandestine fights, business men's schemes and shady deals, the better for her safety. He didn't want her there, being the subject of scrutiny by all these people, especially other fighters with criminal backgrounds who might get an interest on her.

Her safety, to him, was far more important than his need to boost his ego. Besides...

“What would she say if she knew you were part of something like this?”

Okubo shakes his head, trying to focus on the moment. He wasn't going to rack his brains over probabilities. Only with his victory at the present, because man, it had been monumental!

"Well done, Okubo," Mr. Atami compliments him, smiling in satisfaction as he approaches, other paramedics coming right behind to check on his condition. "There was no need to toy with the boy like that, but I have nothing to complain about your performance, as usual."

"Haha, but I wasn't actually toying with him!," Okubo scratches the back of his neck, and then hisses through clenched teeth when one of the paramedics touches his ribs. "H-Hey, man, take it easy! As- as you can see, every time the kid hit me, it was for real. And I felt and will continue to feel it, damn..."

"Hnnn… it's no wonder he has such a positive assessment on the list of freelance fighters, even though he's only won three matches so far," Atami comments, "A promising talent, indeed. Maybe he's interested in making a contract with Ultimate Fight, since he's of legal age...?"

"You barely won a dealership and you already want to hire another pawn to get even more of 'em?," Okubo smiles sharply. "You businessmen are such weasels..."

Mr. Atami laughs to himself.

"Yeah, some more than others. And speaking of weasels...," He squints at the rival businessman who's just lost the match; the man was trying to break his startled secretary's clipboard in half, without much success. "I have business with Mr. Tsukumo. Your payment is already being transferred to your account. If you'll excuse me..."

"Go right ahead! I also wanted to take care of some business... okay, okay, I get it!," He ruffs when the paramedics make mention of leading him to the improvised ward. "Let me just have a chat with everyone and I'll follow you right after, okay? These guys are worse than my mom, holy shit..."

Mr. Atami laughs again before walking away, going to rub his victory in Mr. Tsukumo's face. Okubo, meanwhile, makes his way to where his opponent was being treated by the paramedics, looking almost as grumpy as his employer. His frown only intensifies when he sees the bald man approaching.

"What? Are you here to add even more salt to my injury?," He asks in a growl, shuddering when a paramedic tests the movements of his injured arm. "Uugh… you came to brag about how a rookie is no match for the all-powerful King of Combat? Fuckin' asshole..."

"Wow, that's uncalled for! The match is over, kid. You're putting your guard up at the wrong time, again," Okubo scoffs, laughing when Ito gives him the middle finger with his good hand.

"Fuck you and leave me alone!"

"Damn, someone needs to teach you a few things about sportsmanship," Okubo crosses his arms. "I only came to compliment you."

Ito stares at him, blinking, hostility giving way to astonishment.

"To compliment me? For what?"

"For giving me a hell of a fight, man!," He smiles widely. "Your blows are very precise and your footwork is on point!"

"... For real? I-"

"But you definitely need to improve your defense. You leave many gaps that facilitate a counterattack. That's how I managed to lock you in that armbar," He explains, pointing to his own right arm. "I know it's satisfying to lunge at your opponents on the offensive, but they won't always stand still, waiting to be beaten, you know."

"Grunf... yeah, I know that," The boy grumbles, looking to the side. "But I still managed to bruise that fucked-up face of yours..."

"Fuck off, you little shit! Anyway...," Okubo clears his throat after his brief outburst of anger. "You're talented, but you can still improve. Will you be busy next Thursday?"

"Uh… no, I don't think so," Ito frowns. "Why?"

"I have training with my personal, I'm preparing for my next fight in January. Feel free to go watch," He offers, smiling more friendly. Ito widens his eyes further.

“Huh? Are you serious?”

"Sure am! Then you can learn a few things and have a chat with us. What do you say?"

“I…,” The boy scratches the back of his head, disconcerted. And Okubo is pleased to see a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. "I'll think about it, see if I'm really free... then I'll let you know."

"Alright, it's settled then. Again, thanks for the match," Okubo nods to him before turning his back on him, the paramedics immediately following to make sure he goes straight to where they can best treat him.

He allowed himself to receive care, more so as not to give Mr. Atami any trouble than anything else. And he wasn't going to lie, he was grateful when one of the paramedics gave him a cold water bottle for the swelling in the injured area of ​​his face.

"Thanks... man, the kid hits hard, huh..."

"Yeah, but luckly your head is hard enough to cushion the impact."

That elicits a few laughs from the paramedics. Okubo just snorts, turning to Himuro and Kaneda, who were calmly approaching.

"I've been beaten enough in that makeshift ring, I don't need you guys ganging up on me too."

"In your current state, we'd definitely win," Kaneda jokes. "But this time we just came to compliment you. Good job, Okubo!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool. And a real life lesson for the kid too. Damn, this is so satisfying!," Himuro smiles widely. "No wonder Seki and the SJPW crew like it so much. What do you guys say? Let's open a dojo just so we can beat the crap outta some brats with the support of the law?"

"And you stills complain about Koga turning you down as a teacher," Kaneda sighs while Okubo laughs out loud.

"Hahaha! Sounds fun, I won't deny it, but I really think the kid has the potential to improve."

"And you will take care of it?," Himuro arches an eyebrow. "Even knowing that he could be hired by your employer and maybe even take your spot?"

"Kaneda was hired by your employer and you didn't lose your spot, did you, Himuro?," Okubo shrugs, "I'm pretty secure on my post. And you know me, seeing budding but promising martial artists stirs the good Samaritan inside me.

"Yeah, we know that side of you very well," Kaneda smiles. "We still haven't forgotten your match in Purgatory."

"Yep. Speaking of which, did that Terashi guy went to you in Osaka to be trained?," Himuro asks, and Okubo smiles.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even tell you!" He-"

"Ah, there you are!"

They turn at the interruption and see Kazuo hurrying towards them, adjusting his glasses on his face as they slip down the sweaty bridge of his nose.

"Hey, Mr. Yamashita! Have you come to congratulate me on my awesome victory too?," Okubo asks with a smug smile. "It was a hell of a lesson for the newbies who came to watch, huh!"

"Yeah, you're a bit of a tough teacher, but honestly, you all are," The old man smiles. "It was a good match, Okubo. But I wanted to talk to you three about another matter. Do you know why Rihito didn't come?"

"Rihito?," Kaneda exchanges a look with the other two. "If I'm not mistaken, he went out to celebrate with his employees. I think one of them won a Kengan match, I'm not sure. Did you need to talk to him?"

"Yes, urgently," Kazuo sighs, scratching his hair. "It's been weeks and he still hasn't contacted me to resolve the issue of his employees' licenses. I tried calling him but it always goes to voicemail..."

"He probably got drunk and is out there, partying with his employees, going to cabarets and all that stuff," Okubo shrugs. "Want us to pass the message along to him when we see him again?"

"I would appreciate it. I don't know why he has a phone, if he doesn't answer messages or calls...," Kazuo grumbles, and neither Okubo, Himuro nor Kaneda had the heart to tell him that Rihito answered calls and messages normally. He was just an expert in the art of evading calls and messages that had to do with bureaucracy. It is then that Kazuo seems to realize something. "But isn't it you he usually goes to these places with, Okubo?"

"Uh… yeah, usually, but this time I had a more urgent matter!," Okubo immediately tries to dismiss the conversation, gesticulating agitated. "I couldn’t just ditch the match, I would lose all my credibility, man!"

"Hnn… yeah, this is true," Kazuo concedes with a nod, and Himuro and Kaneda stare at Okubo with identical bored expressions as he lets out a low sigh of relief. "But seriously, when you see him, tell him he needs to go to my office as soon as he can. If his employees are fighting without renewed licenses..."

"It would be a problem, wouldn't it? Okay, we'll let him know as soon as he recovers from his hangover," Himuro promises, and Kazuo grimaces.

"You really have no doubt about his current state, do you?"

“This is Rihito we're talking about. If he wasn't going to celebrate every measly achievement with enough alcohol to disinfect a hospital ward, we could start to fear for his mental well-being," Kaneda comments, to which Okubo and Himuro laugh and Kazuo rolls his eyes.

"I won't judge only because I don't have any room to..."

"Yeah, Kazzy, we're well aware of your history with Mr. Ohya, don't deny it, hehe..."

"Hey, hey, don't be a hypocrite, Okubo! Rihito and you have been arrested at least twice for doing stupid stuff while drunk!," Kazuo points indignantly at Okubo. "Don't pretend you have a clean record just because you're staying sober to impress a girl!"

"What- I'm not! – Okubo protests, turning red, "I mean- I kinda am, but- how do you know that, anyway? Which one of these assholes snitched?!"

"None of them, I saw it myself over at the Heavy Bakery. I was drunk, but not enough not to notice the obvious..."

"What do you mean ‘obvious’? I'm not obvious!," He protests, turning his nose a little while pressing the cold water bottle against his face. "I have a lot more dignity than that and-"

"Hey, Okubo, your phone is ringing," Kaneda says suddenly, picking up Okubo's vibrating phone from inside his robes. "And it's Miss Uta. I'm glad she didn't call when you asked me to take care of it, or right in the middle of your match-"

"Thanks dude! Gimme here!," Okubo almost runs over Himuro and Kazuo in the rush to get up and run to grab the phone. In two seconds he accepts the call, brings the cell phone to his ear and coos, in a ridiculously sugary voice:

"Heeey, Tomori! Busy? No, I'm never too busy for you..."

And he distances himself from his friends, ignoring the unimpressed looks they were throwing at him.

"Like I said. Obvious," Kazuo shakes his head, to which Himuro snorts through his nose.

“That's because you didn't see them the morning after that party at the bakery. Talk about nausea-inducing..."

"We didn't complain only because it would be ingratitude towards Miss Uta, who received us at her house," Kaneda sighs. "But hey, I honestly prefer that to the whining straight out of a soap opera.

"Wow... So Okubo really likes this girl?"

"He's head over heels for her," Himuro pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "He's planning to ask her to be his girlfriend and everything."

"Huh. Who would've thought," Kazuo smiles. "But I'm really happy to hear that! What kind of magic is there in this bakery, huh? To be making couples like this, even one where the guy is a self-confessed womanizer-"

"Couples? In plural?," Kaneda stares at Kazuo, surprised, to which the old man locks himself in place, his eyes bulging. "Wait, is there anyone else besides Okubo and Miss Uta?"

Anyone who saw Kazuo like this, so white and sweaty, would have thought that the gratuitous violence earlier had been too much for his stomach. He shakes his head vehemently.

"What- no! I mean, I- I don't know anything! I saw nothing, I heard nothing!"

"Man, we didn’t accuse you of anything," Himuro blinks. "We’re just asking-"

"Asking what? I already told you I don't know anything!," He shrieks, walking backwards while shaking his hands. "And even if I knew I wouldn't say anything! You can't make me! You can forget about it!"

"Mr. Yamashita, calm down-"

"I'm calm! Who's not calm? I'm completely calm!," He now almost ran away from them. "I- I have to go now! Need to mediate negotiations between Mr. Atami and Mr. Tsukumo! Yes, that's what I'm going to do! See you later, and please tell Rihito to look for me as soon as he can! See you later, bye-bye!"

And he dashes off, accompanied by the astonished looks of Himuro and Kaneda. Both look at each other.

"Dude, what the fuck was that?"

"No idea. All I understood is that he knows something we don't," Kaneda shrugs. "But I've already played the matchmaker for too long, so..."

"Yeah. Count me out too," Himuro snorts, putting a cigarette in his mouth and then pulling the lighter out of his other pocket. "All I know is that it's a good thing Rihito didn't hear that. He'd throw a tantrum if he knew another guy besides Okubo was scoring with girls while he's still chasing down a number of a chick whose face he's never seen."

"And our ears would pay the price," Kaneda nods. "But seriously, do you think Okubo knows something or...?"

"He? No fat chance," Himuro shakes his head, Kaneda and he turn around to look at their friend. "That one only has eyes and ears for his own thing, screw the rest..."

Himuro couldn't be more right. Okubo was so engrossed in his call with Tomori that he didn't even notice Kazuo's antics.

"You called me at the best possible time! I was really wanting to talk to you...," He was saying, to which Tomori laughs on the other side of the line.

"You too? Was it like a thought transmission or something?"

"Perhaps! Good to know that our connection is not limited to the area from the waist down, hehe."

"Stop it, you nutcase!," She laughs more. "If the boys hear you..."

"Relax, I went away from them to answer your call. They know we need privacy. And they would want to die if they heard this conversation, anyway, hahaha."

"Yeah, no wonder! But anyway...," He hears the sound of creaking leather, and imagines her lying down on the biggest sofa in her living room. "You said you wanted to talk to me. Got something to tell me?"

"Actually I don't. I just wanted to hear your voice," He lowers his tone, which becomes more tender. "I miss you..."

"Ooh, such a corny man…," She coos affectionately. "I miss you too. I wish I was there just so I could kiss you..."

"In the mouth? Or elsewhere too?"

"Hey, hey, sir, behave yourself!," She scolds in a playful tone. "You're in a public place, right? Have some decency!

"And if I don't, what are you going to do? Headbutt me in the nipples?," He jokes, and laughs when he hears her cursing.

"You're funny for someone who suffers more from the force of gravity than I do," She snorts. "I can take you down in no time if I sit on your shoulders and lean back far enough."

"I want to see you try the next time we see each other. Which I hope is soon, I miss you too much," He pouted, and he heard her laugh again.

“That's exactly why I called. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Sure thing!," He exclaims, taking the cold water bottle away from the side of his face when he feels it getting numb. "What do you want to do?"

"A candy store specializing in cookies opened close to home, and as an expert in the field, I really want to check it out. What do you think?," He could practically hear the smile in her voice. "Then we can go to a pub afterwards, if you want."

"Uh… I'm up for it, but do you really want to drink?," He asks, suddenly hesitant. "I thought you were traumatized by this type of date, after… you know…"

"I'm the one who should tell you that!," He immediately feels relief when he hears her laugh. "No, seriously, you know why I got upset with you that time. Arriving drunk on a date is wrong, but consensual drinking during one is not. Even more so 'cause I'm going to drink with you this time."

"Fair enough," He nods. "But let's not exaggerate, because if we do I won't be able to give you the treatment you deserve later…," His tone becomes insinuating, and she soon follows his cue.

"Oh, really? What kind of treatment do I deserve? Tell me..."

"The kind that will make your legs too wobbly for you to get outta bed," His tone is slightly menacing; he had learned that she loved the feeling of danger.

"Hnnn… that sounds nice. Don't think I'll let you forget that promise."

"I would be kinda upset if you did, honestly," He laughs low. "One way or another, I'm up for it. I don't think this candy store's cookies are going to be as good as yours, but it will be fun to hear your professional reviews, haha."

"If they aren't as good as mine, in their own way, I would consider it money badly spent," ​​She comments playfully. "Let’s buy a box with all the flavors, how about that?"

"I'm in! And I'll pay."

"Oh no, we'll split the bill!"

"Oh, come on! Let me spoil you, just this once..."

"You already spoil me too much! I'm almost sick of it," She snorts, but then laughs. "You're such a weird man, Naoh, insisting on spending money on me that much. I sometimes feel like a golddigger..."

“If you were, you wouldn't get all sulky and awkward when I spend money on you."

"Yeah, I don't think I'd be a good sugar baby."

"Maybe I could be a good sugar daddy, but you won't let me find out!"

He is elated to hear her laugh out loud. He couldn't get enough of how easy it was to talk to her now that they'd made up. He wouldn't trade that for anything else.

"If you wanted to find out, it would've to be with another woman who was willing to play the part," She ponders, and he shakes his head.

"In that case, I will remain in doubt."

“My God, you're so cute,” she murmurs, sounding almost out of breath. “I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Me too," He replies in the same tone, bringing the phone closer to his mouth to speak more quietly. "I'm wondering if I'll bring you your favorite flowers or if I'll surprise you like in that old game of ours..."

“You don't need to bring anything but your stomach, your bad jokes that always make me laugh, and your gorilla hands."

"I'd never forget them. How would I be able to hold and grope you without them?," He smiles almost predatorily. "Just you wait, tomorrow they won't leave you alone for nothing in the-"

"Heeey, Okubo, my guy!"

Okubo almost drops the phone on the ground in fright. There came several of the fighters affiliated with the Kengan Association, Himuro and Kaneda among them, running towards him. He waves a hand, alarmed.

"H-Hey, guys, hold on! I'm in the middle of a call-"

"Leave that for another time!," One of them interrupts him, giving him a tremendous slap on the shoulder and making him almost drop the phone again. "Now it's time to celebrate!"

"Hell yeah! Let’s drink our assess off, and it's on us!"

"And let’s go to Miss Rino's club, we deserve some sugar from those girls!"

"What- no! No girls for me, damn it!," Okubo screams this time, terrified when he hears Tomori's voice, still loud and clear on the other end of the line.

"Naoh? What's going on? What's all that screaming?"

"Who are you talking to? Come on, turn that thing off!"

"Say goodbye already, today we're going to town!"

"Naoya? Hellooo?"

"Tomori! S-Sorry about that, it's- it's the guys and some other friends bugging me!," He exclaims, trying not to lose his balance as huge hands pull him and heavy arms rest on his shoulders. "They are worse than needy kids, sorry! I- I think I'll have to hang up..."

"Uh… okay then, no problem," She seemed confused, but he felt relieved when she didn't seem to want to argue. "Are we settled then? Or did an urgent matter come up there...?"

"No, we are! Send me a time and I'll come by to pick you up at your house- oow, stop pulling me, damn it, I'm still sore!" He complains, a little too loudly, and he then flinches in alarm.

"Sore? Why? Did something happen to you?"

"No, I'm great! We'll talk tomorrow, Tomori, bye-bye!," He exclaims, a little louder and more brusquely than he intended, before ending the call. Holy shit, he prayed to whatever entity was listening that she hadn't heard anything about Miss Rino's club..."

"Who was on the phone with you?," One of the fighters asks, smiling insinuatingly while raising a little finger. "Was it your girlfriend?"

"Man, I hope she hasn't heard that talk of ours about getting some sugar from other girls, otherwise you're fucked, hahaha..."

"I should be the one to say that, you bastards! If she's pissed off at me tomorrow, I'll beat the shit outta you all!," Okubo yells, and that provokes a wave of laughter.

"Relax, she won't mind not being the only woman in your life if you're generous enough with your money, hehe..."

"You guys are such jackasses, I swear," He snorts. "There won't be any clubs and no girls besides her for me, ok? Let's just drink and that's it. You can chase skirts later, but count me out."

"Holy shit, so Himuro and Kaneda were right! The King of Combat has been duly chained, guys!," Another fighter happily exclaims "A minute of silence for our fallen soldier!"

There was silence for only a few seconds before laughter broke out. Okubo rolls his eyes, a little red in the face, but damn, with the reminder of his current love life, it was hard to keep a grimace. He even managed only to throw an accusing look at Himuro and Kaneda when he saw them approaching him, when he was finally freed from that sea of ​​inconvenient arms.

"You seriously went out spreading my situation with Tomori from the rooftops? You guys are worse than those old gossipers at the fish market,” He mutters, to which Kaneda shakes his head.

“It's you who's called a bigmouth, Okubo, not us. Mr. Yamashita saw your excitement when it came time to answer Miss Uta's call and asked about it. We just told him the truth."

"And those nosy bastards heard us," Himuro says with a shrug. "And what difference does it make? As long as you don't go into detail, she won't risk being chased by yout rivals looking to get even or anything."

"Bit your tongue, gigolo!," Okubo shivers all over. "I'm already worried enough about the possibility that she's heard this nonsense about going into clubs and having fun with other girls without you putting more ideas in my head. Hopefully she's not too mad and will let me explain everything tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow? Are you really going to see her tomorrow?," Kaneda frowns. "I don't think it's a good idea..."

“If I don't go, she might draw the wrong conclusions! And I want to go out with her, dammit," He mumbles sullenly. "I deserve some kisses and cuddles from her after my glorious victory. Don't rain on my parade."

"We aren't. It's just... do you intend to tell her about the Kengan matches?," Kaneda insists, to which Okubo frowns.

"What? No, I don't! At least not now. It could be risky for her."

"That's why I said it wasn't a good idea..."

"What are you getting at?"

"Your face, Egghead," Himuro snorts, blowing cigarette smoke through his nostrils. "Or do you think the bruise that will appear there tomorrow will somehow make your face nicer to look at?"

Okubo blinks. And then he becomes even more aware of the cold water bottle, its insides already melted, in his hand.

"... Oh, shit."

* * *

"My God, Naoya, what happened to your face?!"

If it had been someone else asking that kind of question, Okubo would have given some dry, sarcastic reply. “I was born, that's what happened,” was one of his favorites. “If you don't like it, give me money so I can buy another one” too.

But the person in question was Tomori. And at her astonished and frightened expression, he could only flinch and open a very nervous smile.

"Uh… if I say that a little kiss from you is what I need to heal, will it be enough?"

"Oh, for the love of...! No, it won't," She sighs heavily, shaking her head and putting her hands on her hips as she taps her foot with some impatience, right outside her front door. She looked adorable in that outfit, which consisted of a white blouse with short, puffy sleeves that exposed her shoulders, a flared jean skirt, and platform sandals (she'd been wearing them more and more since they'd started dating), but he felt that, if he were to choose that moment to praise her, she would consider it an evasion of his question and get mad. He sighs too, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay then...," He raises his hand, touching the side of his jaw, fully aware of the bruise that colored its side. "First of all, I'll say that this was not the work of your boss."

“Of course it's not. Kanny went camping and won't be back until next week," She replies immediately. "Not to mention that the bruise is too large to be the work of a woman's hand."

"… Damn, you can recognize even that…"

"I don't follow only Ultimate Fight's men's division, you know. And anyway, it's not exactly a small bruise,” She grimaces, reaching out to touch the bruised side of his face. Okubo shudders.

"Careful there, it's still sore..."

"Sorry. But seriously, what happened there?," She asks, a little distressed. "You won't have a match until January, so it can't be that… can it?"

Damn…she was so much smaller than he was, and yet, he felt dwarfed by that piercing, sharp gaze. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable.

"Look… you know the kind of life I lead, right?," He gestures a little. "You know that's how I earn my living. Bruises are kind of an inevitable part of that. You have nothing to worry about..."

"I do because of your background," Her expression starts to darken. "You didn't get into a street fight, did you?"

"I- Is that the immediate conclusion you draw?," He clenches his mouth. "Couldn't I have gotten this bruise during a sparring session?"

"If that was it you would've told me by now. You don't know how to lie, Naoya," She snorted through her nostrils, and he immediately thought of a little fire-breathing dragon. "I could see that already."

"Hnf. Look, I don't want to talk about it...," He runs a hand over his face, and then he shudders and grinds through clenched teeth when it causes him a twinge of pain. "Ow... it was no big deal, I swear. Let's just forget about it, okay?, "He moves forward, trying to smile as he leans towards her. "Just let me give you the first kiss of the day..."

He puckers his lips, but he's stopped by her unceremonious right hand. She looks at him resolutely.

“Not until I hear an explanation for that bruise in your face."

Okubo sighs hard. "Seriously, why do you care so much about this? You should've gotten used to seeing my face all bruised up by now. I'm a fighter, it's part of the package..."

"Is punching others on the streets also part of this package?"

"No, but depending on how much they piss me off, I might include it as a bonus."

"I'm serious, dammit!," She raises her voice with irritation. "Did you drink too much yesterday, by any chance?"

"Why are you already jumping straight into this possibility?"

"I heard your friends trying to drag you out to celebrate I don't know what," She narrows her eyes a little. "I also heard some things about a club..."

"Hey, hey, it was their idea! And I cut it off on the spot," He immediately tries to defend himself, raising his voice too. "Didn't you hear that bit? I didn't go to any clubs!"

"I know, I heard you refusing. There's no need to be so defensive about it," She crosses her arms. "But you went out drinking with them, didn't you?"

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with the fact that I know your drinking history! Did you get drunk and pick fights, by any chance? Is that how you got that hideous bruise?," She pointed to his face, and for the first time since he had met her, Okubo felt a genuine surge of irritation with her.

"Hey, hey, what's this? Have you decided to act like my mom or something? You can cut that out right now," He warns, seriously. "What's your deal, anyway? Are you ashamed to be seen on the streets with me like that?"

"That's not it, dammit!," She gestures in frustration. "I just wouldn't like to know that the guy I'm going out with is picking fights with random people on the street as if he were still a teenager!"

"I did not! I... ugh, I thought you liked these things!,"

"I like it when it's inside an octagon, in a fair fight against another fighter your size! Not against an ordinary person who could barely defend himself against a punch from you!"

"Damn it, woman, it wasn't like that at all!," He takes a step towards her, frustration and anger increasing the volume of his voice even more. "After all this time, do you still expect these things from me? Even with me doing everything to improve for you?!"

"For me? You should be doing this for yourself!," She points to his nose, her teeth clenched. "We already talked about this, remember? Why don't you admit your mistakes and be honest with me? Just tell me the truth!"

"I can't! I want to, but I can't!”, he screams in his thoughts, the nervousness and the offense with her accusations making him feel more and more cornered. And holy shit, he hated feeling cornered!

"I'm telling the truth! I didn't pick up a fight with a random guy on the street, for nothing!," He opens his arms sharply, grinding his teeth too. He didn't want to yell at her, he didn't, but the volume of his voice refused to drop. "Can't I have my own thing and you have yours?! No need to stick your nose in everything..."

"Stick my nose? Is that what you call a genuine concern from those who care about you?," she asks indignantly, and he clenches his fists.

"I haven't heard any concern from you so far, only unfair accusations!"

"And how will I know if it's unfair or not if you insist on not being honest with me? ... ugh, you know what? If you're going to be like that, then I don't want to go out with you anymore today," She decrees, turning her back on him and going back to unlocking the front door, her hands trembling with rage, almost dropping the keys. Okubo blinks, eyes wide.

"Are you serious? I came all this way for nothing then?," He asks stunned, and when she doesn't answer, he snorts angrily. "Oooh, that’s just great! Then I also don't want to go out anymore, if I have to put up with your bad mood!"

"Fine! You can leave then."

"I will! Fuckin' bye," And he turns his back on her, marching furiously to the entrance gate, while listening to the house door slamming hard behind him.

Such a nosy, distrustful, stubborn woman, wanting to stuck her nose in what only concerned him! And the two of them weren't even in a serious, official relationship...

"And wasn't that what you wanted so badly to have with her, dumbass?"

Of course he wanted to, but it was complicated having to put up with all those unfair accusations!

... Which were derived from genuine concern, as he had shown up on her porch with a completely wrecked face, without any explanation or prior notice.

Okubo stops in the act of placing his hand on the gate, intending to open it, a cold, unpleasant feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach, replacing the searing anger.

Hell… his track record really wasn't the best, she'd seen that firsthand. She might have forgiven him, but she sure as hell hadn't forgotten. He really was an inconsiderate bastard.

"… Tomori!," He couldn't hold it anymore, turning around and almost running to the porch, raising his fist to knock on the door. "Tomori, I'm sorry! I-"

"Naoh!"

Tomori's distressed call is accompanied by two other sounds, happening in succession: the thud of the door hitting the wall when it is abruptly opened, and the sound of Okubo's body crashing to the ground when he loses his balance, as if someone had screamed "timber!" right behind him.

"Whoaa! Oww, fuck...!"

"Naoh! Oh shit, I'm sorry!," She exclaims in alarm, immediately crouching down to help. "Are you alright? Did it hurt?"

"Uugh... more on my pride than anything else..."

"You didn't hit your nose or anything? Let me see...," She holds his face between her hands as he slowly stands up. He grinds through his teeth as her fingers press into the injured side of his face and he holds her wrist, ever so gently.

"Oow... be careful there, I told you it's sore..."

She swallows hard, and Okubo feels a small rush of dread as her eyes fill with tears.

"H- Hey! No, don't- don't cry, please! I'm sorry for the things I said, it was without thinking-"

"No…," She interrupts him, sniffling and wiping away the tears quickly as if she was ashamed of them. "I'm the one who has to apologize, again… you came hurt, wanting to go out with me, to spend time with me even though you're in pain, and I, instead of just worrying about your condition before asking any questions... it does look like I don't care about you, and it's not true!"

"I know, I know it's not. Of course you care. If not, you wouldn't have asked so many questions," He sits up with a groan, holding out his hands and helping her wipe away her tears with his thumbs, his stomach still heavy with remorse. "Who wouldn't want to know the reason behind such a nasty bruise? I would definitely want to, if you were in my place..."

"I know... but I left those days behind me, back in my teens... oh, sorry!," She exclaims when he winces his shoulders a little. "There I go again, accusing you of childishness and being passive-aggressive at the same time..."

"... I don't blame you," He ends up sighing, now just feeling tired and wanting to cuddle with her. And he doesn't ignore that desire, calling with a pleading tone, "C'mere,... I'm sorry, Tomoh..."

She hesitates, approaching on all fours with a doubtful expression. But when he pulls her into his lap, she just melts into his arms, closing her eyes and laying her head on his shoulder as she hugs him. And they stay there, clinging to each other, taking what seems like a full minute to remember that the front door was open and anyone walking along the sidewalk could see them. She sniffs softly.

"... I was worried about you. I still am, actually...," She babbles. "I don't want to be meddling in every aspect of your life..."

“I would pay you a salary to do just that!”

“But it gets hard when you show up here like that, out of the blue, and refuse to explain. It's hard not to imagine that something very wrong is happening in your life," She raises her eyes to him, leaning on her knees to reach his injured jaw, which she touched gently with her lips. "I worry a lot, even more so after everything that..."

She didn't need to explain what that "everything" meant. Okubo understood. For someone who had seen firsthand what he was capable of when he was drunk, it was no surprise that she would jump to the worst conclusions from yet another clue he refused to explain.

But how would he tell her that there was nothing wrong going on in his life other than the supposed legality of what he was doing, every time Mr. Atami called him to beat the crap out of another guy for his own interests?

“And how am I supposed to tell her that I like this, however wrong it is?”

"I know… I know…," He tilts his head to the side, touching her lips with his in a quick, salty peck. "I… I swear to you that what happened wasn't a fight on the street with some idiot, in some roadside pub. Was it more of a... sporty thing?," It came out more like a question than a statement, but it was a little late for him to correct his tone.

"… Sporty thing?," She repeats, confused. He wets his lips with his tongue before continuing.

"Okay… do you remember how I met Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda? We told you that Saturday at the market."

"Huh..."

"The backstage league."

"... Oh!," She then widens her eyes, finally seeming to remember. "Wait, so… you still fight in that league? Wasn't it a spur-of-the-moment thing, like...'I'm looking for fresh airs, new faces to punch' or something like that?"

Okubo feels like laughing, more from hysteria than anything else, and he holds back because he feels like she won't forgive him so easily if he does. Hell, if she even had the slightest idea...

"Look... let's go to your couch to talk more calmly, shall we? My back is starting to hurt... and with the door wide open like that, anyone passing by outside can watch the onset of my scoliosis," He groans playfully, and her eyes widen again.

"Oh, right! C'mon," She gets up and reaches her right hand, pushing the door with her left. "We have a lot to talk about."

He nods, accepting the hand she offers. It was good to know that her anger had subsided enough that she no longer refused contact.

About twenty minutes later, they were both sitting around the tea table in the center of the living room, while Tomori poured two steaming cups of tea for them. She sets the teapot aside and sighs.

"Okay…," She starts, resting her hands on her lap. "This backstage league… are you still in it?"

"Yes," He answers promptly; lying or not talking wouldn't improve the situation at all. "Whenever they call me and I'm available."

"… Does it involve a contract?," She asks after thinking a bit. "Because as far as I know, your contract with Ultimate Fight would prohibit you from forming partnerships with other martial arts promotions. Or am I mistaken?"

"No, you're not," He shakes his head, picking up his teacup, deliberately avoiding looking her in the eye. "It's not a contractual deal. It's more of a... a freelance job, you know?"

"Job? So you're paid to fight in this league?"

"I am. Not as much as what I make in Ultimate Fight, plus the sponsorships and merchandise with my face, but it's still something," He blows the surface of the liquid before taking a sip. Tomori frowns.

"And your sponsors, your team and the CEO of the promotion don't know about it?"

"… Some of them know," Okubo answers after pondering. "Not all. It's... it's something that's better not to spread around."

"And they don't mind? Doesn't it go against promotion guidelines?"

Holy shit, she asked so many questions! Okubo admired her fascination with the world of martial arts, but at that moment, he found himself wondering if it wouldn't be easier if she were just a casual fan, not an avid one...

“You two probably wouldn't be so far along in your relationship if that were the case. That is, if you even had one.”

He smirks. He would never want his Tomori to be any different than what she was. But damn, she was too curious for her own good.

"Look… as long as I keep my mouth shut and do what I have to do, they don't care much," He finally says, giving a slightly embarrassed laugh. "I know you're a die-hard fan and admirer of martial arts leagues, but things behind the scenes are not so-"

"Hey, hey, don't take me for a ditzy, Okubo Naoya," She interrupts him, pointing at him. "I'm not a blind fan. Not anymore, at least. I know well that the most famous martial arts leagues are not perfect and one hundred percent ethical. I know that some dirt stuff happens behind the scenes. I just..."

“You just didn't expect me to be a part of it,” he finished the sentence for her, kind of offhand. And then he makes a face when she winces her shoulders. "Sorry. There I go, putting words in your mouth again..." 

"It's okay," She ends up sighing.  "I mean, you… you can't consider a 'backstage league' dirty, can you?"

"You kinda can. It just depends on your definition of dirty."

“I don't know… is this, like, Fight Club or something?," She asks, curious, and this time Okubo can't hold back. Tomori snorts as he laughs out loud. "Yeah, you and your backstage league are really funny."

"S-Sorry...," He puts a fist in front of his mouth, coughing. "It's just that your comparison kinda gave me an excuse to claim that I can't talk about that any longer."

"... Ooh," She understands, and ends up laughing too. "First rule of Fight Club: you do not talk about Fight Club."

"Exactly."

"But then I'm right?"

He finishes with his cup of tea and sets it down on the table slowly.

“Yeah…it's kinda like a club, but it's a little more complex than a bunch of muscle heads punching each other for no reason. It's hard to explain...," He touches his injured jaw with his fingers. "All you need to know is that the guy I fought was no weakling serving as my punching bag. It was a fair fight against a fighter almost as capable as I am."

"Almost?"

"Hey, in Ultimate Fight or Fight Club, I'm still the King of Combat!"

“You just broke the first rule, King of Combat."

"And this is just between us, okay?," He puts an index finger to his lips, smiling when she laughs. It was so nice to be able to be honest with her, even if not completely...

Tomori takes her own cup, taking a long drink with her eyes closed. She is silent long enough for Okubo to want to ask what she was thinking. But she herself breaks the silence for him.

"Can I see you fight in this Fight Club?"

Okubo gave thanks inwardly that he was no longer holding the cup of tea. He probably would've knocked it to the floor and ruined her china set.

"Uh… I…," He thinks as best he can of several excuses, and none of them sounded convincing enough. "I'd like you to see me fight, yes, but… it's not a matter of wanting to…"

"That's another one of the rules, isn't it?'," She asks, her hands in her lap again. "Can't you bring someone from outside to watch?"

"No… it's not that I can't…," He gestures uncertainly, scratching the back of his head, a little distressed to see her looking upset again.

“Just say you can't and that's it, you idiot! It's a lie, but it's for her own good!"

"I don't want to lie to her anymore!"

“I… I worry about you, that's all."

She looks up at him, annoyance giving way to surprise.

"You worry about me? Why?," She suddenly snorts. "Do you think my delicate feminine eyes couldn't handle gratuitous violence or something?"

"After knowing you all this time? I'd be a tremendous idiot if I thought so," He rolls his eyes a little. "It's not that, woman. It's just that in this backstage league, they're not very selective with who they let in. As long as the guy knows how to fight, it's all good for them."

Her sarcastic expression fades a little.

"Which means...?"

"It means I'm not friends with everyone there," He looks at her seriously. "And I don't want to be. Rihito, Himuro, and Kaneda are nice people, but some of those guys... let's just say I don't want you five hundred meters away from them. And that's that."

He sees the understanding on her face, accompanied by a slight pale. He feels guilty about it, but he wasn't going to take it back. It was the truth. And she needed to understand, for her own sake.

“I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you because of the Kengan Association. Please don't push it."

"… I see," She nods at last, half shrunken, squeezing the fabric of her skirts between her fingers. "So it's some serious business..."

"Yeah. Do you understand now why I didn't know how to tell you?"

"I'm…," She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. Okubo leans over the tea table to touch her shoulder, guilt rising in his chest.

“Hey… sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…"

"You didn't. I'm fine, relax," She holds his hand, and Okubo is a little more relieved when she smiles. "Thanks for being honest with me, as much as possible."

"Yeah... you deserved it, after the scare I gave you," He smiles too, more embarrassed. And then he goes around the table until he's sitting next to her, pulling her into another hug "Sorry, Tomori… I wish I could've been more honest with you, but I thought you wouldn't like to know these things."

"Well… I'm not exactly happy about it," She murmurs, accepting the hug. "But if it's consented and both you and all these guys know what you're getting into… just promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise. I'm not going to show up with a face even more fucked up than it already is, because then you'd be to embarassed to go out with me, haha."

"Stop it, your face isn't fucked up! ... It's just a little funny-looking."

"… Yeah, honesty is everything in a relationship, right? Thanks, I guess."

She laughs out loud at his sulking tone, cupping his face in her hands to give him a peck. Jeez, how could he stay pissed off at all that cuteness?

"I really like your face and I want to keep seeing it always healthy, okay? Don't doubt it, please... and I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."

"It's okay. I said that out of anger. I never doubted you,” He brings her in for a slightly deeper kiss, melting at the sigh she takes against his mouth. It felt so good to be on good terms with her again... and also to know the day hadn't been completely wasted.

"Hey…," He murmurs when they walk away, smiling invitingly. "Is that trip to that candy shop still on? All this talk made me hungry."

"Yeah, me too," She agrees, getting up and again reaching her hand to him. "Come on, if we're lucky we can get all the flavors still available!"

"Nice! Then we can go to an pub like you suggested. And then...," He encircles her waist with an arm, bringing her to him with an insinuating half smile. "We'll spend the rest of our night in a more comfortable place. What do you think?"

"Oh, you... we barely made up and you already want to take me to bed, huh?"

"Of course! I heard make up sex is the best kind of sex. Don't you want to find out if it's true with me? Hnn?," He gives a succession of small kisses on her face and neck, making her laugh and cringe with the tickle.

"Hahaha, stop, you...! Okay, I'm up to it! I won't deny that I'm curious to test the theory...," She jokes, giving him one last peck. "I'll just get my umbrella, prevention is never too much in this crazy summer weather. You can wait for me in the car."

"Alright! I'll meet you there,” He holds her against his chest a little more before letting go, retracing his steps down the long corridor and out the door. He even whistled in his satisfaction.

Damn, that had come out better than he expected! And she hadn't even been pushing the matter after his explanations either... it was a relief to know that he could keep Tomori safe without having to make lame excuses about the bruises. It wasn't like he was often called upon to a Kengan match, anyway. She wouldn't need to wotrry...

He just didn't know that, inside the house, Tomori was still thinking about everything she had heard from him. She thought, she brooded, she turned it around, she tried to convince herself that it wasn't something to worry about.

She tried. But she couldn't.

She walks into the kitchen, carrying her purse over one shoulder, her closed umbrella in one hand and her phone in the other. She clicks on the contact list and opens the chat of a specific number. She couldn't make a call; there wasn't time, and anyway, she probably wouldn't even see it ultil days later. So just an audio would be enough.

She leans back against the marble counter, bringing her phone to her mouth and looking back one last time, just to make sure Okubo isn't coming to rush her. And then she presses a button on the screen.

"Hey, Kanny! It's me," She says quickly, unable to stop herself from sounding a little distressed. "I know you're still camping in the mountains, so I'll just send you an audio so you can hear it when you get back. No need to worry, I'm fine. It's just that I heard some things and I need to talk to someone about them, otherwise I'll go crazy with anxiety. Kany, I... I think Naoya..."

She wets her parched lips before continuing.

"I think Naoya is involved with one of those underground, illegal fight leagues."

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