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lacy, oh lacy

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: oopsie. mentions of blood/injury. I think drinking is like briefly mentioned at one point.

an: ok. ok. the song line up in this one is so random i swear.

songs mentioned: peace by taylor swift, city of stars by ryan gosling and emma stone, promiscuous by nelly, lacy by olivia rodrigo

previous part linked here

You return home and stay there for an entire month, despite protests from Danny and Sareen. But anytime they try to push back, you remind them.

Your older brother split his head open because someone threw a brick through his window. Because of a situation they got you involved in.

Granted, they’re not fully to blame since you did agree to it, but Levi and Hange vehemently disagree. The two of them were very passionate about the fact that managers have a responsibility to protect their artists and the fact that Danny and Sareen even asked you to do something like this has them fuming. And by them, you mean Levi. He yelled at them on the phone after the pictures dropped.

Regardless, your contract with them won’t be over until the end of the year. The only way you can terminate is if you break the deal with the record company, but then you have to promise them majority royalties that you make with any other songs you release until the two years are up.

Which isn’t bad. You could just not write music for two years. But there’s some sense of loyalty, a need to maintain face so someone else does sign with you later on, you’ve proved you’ll be loyal. And that your records won’t suffer because of internal politics.

But for now, all you’re focused on is Colt and Falco.

Falco, who is quite literally a human cat (in the cute way, not the Catoru Gojo way), is currently nestled up in your lap and fast asleep. After two hours of playing Rocket League, which you actually suck at, and then another two hours of arguing about how stupid the game is (cars playing soccer???), he finally passed out.

Colt knocks, the scar along his hairline bright red, as he hands you a bowl of cereal and settles onto your bed with his laptop. Which he’s been doing often lately - lingering around in your room, never leaving you alone. Hovering.

He’s applying for summer internships, because apparently that’s a thing that normal people and not celebrities do. Not that you would know anything about that.

“Thanks Colt.”

He gives you a hum as he types away on his laptop, his jaw clenched in concentration. But all you can do is stare at that bright red line near his golden blonde hair and how angry it looks. There’s four sets of stitches in place, the area around the entire mark so pink and swollen. And he’s blinking too hard, eyes squinting at the laptop even though the brightness is all the way down. Meaning, his head is still hurting. You make a mental note to call the doctor again tomorrow.

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“Quit staring.”

“I’m not staring. And stop being so loud, Coco is sleeping.” you whisper.

“Were you born yesterday? He’d sleep through the apocalypse if he had to.”

You bring your hand down to Falco’s hair, soft under your touch, as he snores into your legs.

“Not lately. Y-yesterday, he came into my room crying in the middle of the night. Said he had a nightmare of glass shattering but it was just someone parking across the street.”

Colt looks over, his glasses resting against his nose, and gives Falco a worried look.

“He just- he was there when it happened, that’s all.” Colt murmurs, voice all quiet.

“You never told me what did happen.”

Colt closes the screen of his laptop and sets the computer in between you, as he readjusts on his side. His hand is now in Falco’s hair, making a mess of his already matted hair.

“I-I was sitting in your room.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I do that when I miss you. Just sit in here, with Chelsea and all these god awful posters you have.”

You smile, reaching forward to squeeze his hand which he rolls his eyes at.

“You’re cute. You miss me?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Okay, Jesus.”

“Falco came to sit with me too. Also, he totally ate chocolate on your bed and spilled some on the carpet.”

“Remind me to kill him when he wakes up. Is that what’s under that god awful rug you guys put in here?” you respond, grating your teeth.

He ignores the comment all together and keeps going.

“I kept getting a lot of texts from my classmates and stuff like that, like a few hours after. About the pictures of you and the rumors and all that. And I called you and Eren picked up and he told me about how you came to him, all bloody and cold. He told me that you were finally sleeping so he didn’t wake you. Said to call him back if I needed something.”

Sweet, sweet Eren.

“And then I heard it. This rustling, by the side doors. Now, I know that Sandra putting the trash cans back is really loud from your room, but it was Friday. Trash day is on Tuesday. So I peeked my head out the window to see what the noise was and that’s when they threw the brick. It went through the glass and hit me.”

You clench his hand, which he shakes his head at. He’s rubbing small circles into your skin as he keeps going, his voice so hollow it bothers you.

“I fell over. Started bleeding onto your carpet and Falco finally noticed. And, and he was holding my head trying to stop the bleeding. He figured it was the right thing to do after how much Grey’s Anatomy you’ve forced him to watch. Mom and Dad came in and I told them to call Eren and not you, because you were probably still asleep. Eren sent us a security detail super fast, he said it’s the one he’s been using since he was a kid so we can trust them. They got here in like twenty minutes and did the stitches on me.”

You look at him and he wraps his arms around you, Falco meshed in between the two of you. And you stay that way for a while, in each other's embrace, as the guilt sits with you. And when Colt falls asleep too, you reach for your notebook and scribble the lyrics down.

As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace

You slide out of their embrace, leaving the two of them tangled on your bed as you hike your knees to your chest and sit on the floor to write properly. And when you lift the rug on the ground out of curiosity and piece it all together - that they’re covering up the dark, brown mark of Colt’s blood on your carpet, you keep writing.

I’ll give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always going to come if you’re standing with me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Your phone buzzes three times and you reach for it, sliding it open to read the notification.

eren: attachment, two images

eren: saw you earlier today. ur face card is insane.

You open up the picture, one of him and Lana in Los Angeles with a billboard of you in the back. You had seen them on Twitter, Spotify putting up big pictures of the Ribbons album cover, with Multi-Platinum in shiny letters right next to it.

The first picture is of Eren and Lana blowing kisses towards the billboard of you and the second is Eren choking Lana a few seconds after. The photos are live, so you hold down and watch Eren and Lana move in the picture, Eren’s laugh coming through.

you: please don’t choke my wife. she’s too hot to die young.

eren: i hate you guys. i really do.

you: are you jealous?

eren: you were mine first >:P

eren: how’s falco? he hasn’t responded to my text since yday :/

you: please stop texting my thirteen year old brother. you’re such a loser.

you: idk. he had a nightmare last night about what happened. i don’t think he’s taking it too well.

eren: it’s hard. he’s still so little. how’s colt?

you: his cut looks like it hurts and he keeps squinting at his computer still. i feel like he’s trying to put on a brave face for me or something.

eren: he’s older than you and he’s always taken care of you. he’s going to do that still, and you should just let him. how are you?

You pause.

You’re sick to your stomach. Because all you’ve been able to do is read what people say about you online. And what gets you, is that everyone thinks you’re so fake. And you think so hard, read so much into what they’re saying, that you almost start thinking it’s true.

Is the “I’m a small town Canadian girl an act?” You haven’t lived here in years. And you can’t say you’re not famous anymore - because you’ve literally broken records before, multiple times over. And you’re not really a fraud anymore, despite the fact that you still feel like one. You fake relationships, your friends don’t like you, and…and…..

You’re fake. Your mistakes are on display and some people think you deserve to die for it.

eren: where’d you go?

you: sorry. im trying my best to hold on. i was just writing a song.

eren: LEMME SEE.

you: no.

eren: LET ME SEE.

You take a picture of the lyrics, messily scribbled in your book and send him a picture. And then nearly a minute later, Eren’s name is flashing across your screen and he’s calling you. You quickly walk into Falco’s room and take a seat by his little balcony, sliding the call open.

“Hi Eren.”

“Oh, Y/N. Sweetheart.”

And at the sound of him calling you that, of him calling you sweetheart still, has tears burning down your face and tiny sobs leaving your mouth.

“If the rain is always going to come if I’m standing with you, I’ll just hold an umbrella.”

“Eren.”

“That’s how they feel about it too. Both of them. I know it’s different when it’s me because I understand, because we’re used to this, but they love you. You are enough for them, even if you come with this thing behind you. That you can’t control, mind you.”

“I know that, Eren. But I want them to have that, I want their lives to be peaceful and I want Falco to sleep through the night without waking up. I don’t want to give Colt to get hurt because of me-”

“Every time I call them, all I hear is them worried about you. That you’re going to pull away from them, because you’re scared of hurting them. And-and I told you how much it sucks when you’re on the other side of that. Granted, Zeke’s a sick fuck who did it to mess with me but…please don’t do that to Colt or Falco. You’re going to actually hurt them if you do that. Pull away.”

You pause, taking in Eren’s words. Eren and Zeke. Zeke got canceled and stopped talking to Eren all together. Insulted him, made fun of him, and didn’t say anything at all. And, and it hurt him so bad that when Eren told you, that he was crying.

No. You’re not doing that to Falco or to Colt. God forbid they feel like they’re unlovable because you can’t let them in.

“You-you’re right, Eren. Thanks. That-that actually helps.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I didn’t even realize. I forgot that this has happened to you. Are-are you okay? I know this type of thing can be triggering, I should have asked before.” you respond.

He’s quiet.

“Eren?”

“Yeah. It-it wasn’t easy.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

“No, no. I don’t mean like, it wasn’t easy and you shouldn’t have come to me. It was more…eye-opening I guess. It hadn’t happened in so long that I forgot about it. It was a harsh reality check when it was you of all people knocking on my door. I hate that I can’t protect you from these types of things.”

“I’m sorry, Eren. You-”

You pause. What do you say? What do you say to him when this is all he’s known? All he’ll ever know? And when you know all too well that there really is nothing he can do?

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Knowing you’re here with me is enough.”

Fucking mind reader. You hate it when he does this.

“God. Quit reading my mind.”

“Can’t help it. I know you like the back of my hand. And I am saying that in earnest. This shit sucks, I’ve dealt with it forever. But you make things easy. Your presence is enough comfort, okay?”

There’s a beat on the phone call. He doesn’t speak and you don’t either. And you can feel your cheeks burning.

“Eren?”

“Hm?”

“Since when do you call my brothers?” you ask, sniffling.

“Ah, you know. Since it happened. But in all fairness, Falco calls me first most of the time.”

“How many times have you talked to him?”

“Like every day or every other day at least. Kid is so ridiculous.”

“Eren. You don’t even call me that much.”

“Do you want me to?”

“No, it’s not the same if I have to ask you to do it. And plus, your new best friend is probably going to get all mad at me.” you tease, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, don’t be like that, sweetheart. I’ll call you more, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t say yeah like that.”

“Like what?”

“God, Y/N. Quit flirting with me or I’m going to fall in love with you.”

Your heart does a somersault, a cartwheel, a back handspring, and everything in between. Eren throws blankets over your barbed wire and shamelessly flirts with you after like it’s nothing.

The song comes out in the middle of your preliminary press tour for Ten Things I Hate About You and instantly becomes a hot topic the interviewees focus on. You’ve been stuck working all day. You can’t even comment on whether or not the song is about you if you wanted to.

Historia released her latest single, for her new and upcoming album, called Lacy. And everyone thinks the song is about you, that it’s a response to dorothea. And when you get home from the warm lights nearly cooking you on the stage, you immediately run and pull up the video on your computer, Yuuta and Rika taking residence in your room while you do.

The music video is simple, a black and white video of Historia and Eren in a recording studio, singing the song. Eren’s nimble hands are plucking the strings of the guitar and Historia’s sweet, soft voice is carrying the vocals.

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time Watching, hidden in plain sight And ooh, I try, I try, I try But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere The sweetest torture one could bear

You keep listening, focusing intently on how anyone could even connect the song to you. Granted, from what you’re gathering, the song is about someone Historia knows that she idolizes, focuses on so much that it makes her feel bad about herself. Like an obsession.

You are put into constant competition with each other, down to the time your records come out. People make it a point to comment on who would become a triple threat first - her or you - or pigeon hole the tiniest details into some big feud between the two of you. The only time your song leaves the #1 spot on the top of the charts is when Historia releases a new one, the only time her movie falls in popularity is because yours comes out.

But that doesn’t mean it’s about you.

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots You got the one thing that I want Ooh, I try, I try, I try Try to rationalize, people are people But it's like you're made of angel dust

You freeze. That’s where the connection comes in. The ribbons in your hair. Not only is your record literally called Ribbons, but the entire tour, press, even the cover of the album is you with varying colors of ribbons in your hair.

If that’s true, then…Historia stopped talking to you because of it? Because people pit her against you one too many times and it makes her feel bad about herself? You reach for your phone.

you: eren.

eren: y/n. what can i do you for?

you: is lacy about me?

eren: just saw ur lip sync battle with sukuna. i’m inconsolable.

He’s changing the subject. Though, you were waiting for him to bring that up. Your final stop on the press tour before finishing and returning to filming was doing the infamous lip sync battle - with you and Sukuna against Yuuta and Rika. And in true Yuuta and Rika fashion, they did a super lovey dovey rendition of City of Stars, from La La Land. Which only made it funnier that you and Sukuna just sang Promiscuous and made it rain dollar bills on each other.

you: i’m sure your heart is very broken. but quit changing the subject.

eren: it is. i’ll never love again.

you: eren. answer the question. you know how much this entire hisu thing has bothered me.

eren: i’m sorry, sweetheart. you know i can’t talk about things historia told me in confidence, as much as i want to.

you: eren. are you seriously telling me that historia stopped being my friend because OTHER PEOPLE were comparing us? that’s so stupid.

eren: don’t pigeon hole the lyrics. you don’t even know if it’s about you. and even if it is, give historia some slack. this entire thing we do is complicated. and she’s always felt things so deeply.

you: you’re a traitor. you’re supposed to be on my side.

eren: sometimes being the devil's advocate is being on your side.

you: don’t quote me back to me. being annoying isn’t a good look on you.

You throw your phone back and replay the song. Four times, each time doing exactly what Eren told you not to do and pigeonholing the lyrics. But you keep going over it in your head. That if it really is about you, then the way you are, the success you have is so obsessive for Historia that it made her start hating herself. That she feels like she can’t compare, so much so, that she’d avoid you all together.

It stings. You were girls together.

The last time you talked to Historia was months ago, when you were still taking your month off and staying with Colt and Falco. And even that was an exception to her normal radio silence and the miles she put between you two.

The call came in the middle of the night, right after you made sure Falco and Colt were both asleep. What you were expecting was Eren - who was too overprotective and kept calling to check if you were okay. But instead, Historia’s name and the picture of the two of you - fast asleep on the couch on the Attack on Titan set - was flashing across the screen.

“Y/N?”

“Hisu? Is it really you.”

She awkwardly laughs.

“Yeah. Hi. I was just calling to check up on you. I would take time off to come see you like everyone else but I’m stuck on set.”

“No problem. I-I’m staying home anyways. With Coco and Colt.”

“That’s nice. I’m glad, you-you never were one to take a break.”

You pause.

“So. Um-”

“You’re okay, right? I-I saw the pictures. The entire thing is really shitty and I’m sorry it happened to you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m about to go on release my album in a few months. Then go on tour. ”

“Yeah, I’ve been watching all the press. You’re amazing, I-I’m really excited to listen, yeah? I’ve always been your number one fan.”

There’s a beat. She doesn’t respond right away and the silence sticks in your mind, even if it’s only for a few seconds.

“Thanks, Y/N. You’ve always been really sweet.”

“You too, yeah?”

“Listen. I have to go. But take it easy, yeah?”

“Okay. Bye Hisu.”

It’s static.

You reach for your phone and pull up the chat between you and her and text.

you: just listened to lacy, hisu. another hit, once again.

And after you can’t help but think about it. Are these the compliments that hit like bullets on skin? She never responds. You take that as a yes.

You stare at the screen, eyes focused on the texts. That have been bothering you for a few days. Five texts, all left unanswered by Eren.

Your novelty is wearing off. Eren’s done talking to you.

You’re making it up. You’re making it up and it’s only because you’re so used to his quick witted responses that it’s bothering you. That he hasn’t responded yet. You read them over again, double, triple checking what you said.

you: saw this ugly toad ceramic at the store. reminded me of you.

you: i’ll buy it for you.

you: i think jean is going to propose to mika. and i know they’ve literally been together since we were fifteen but we are ONLY TWENTY TWO.

you: it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other!!!

you: armin and i were thinking of coming down for your birthday! meet all ur lil set friends and see connie again and stuff :’)

It sits with you in a weird way. Because you know that he responded to Armin an hour ago, about his birthday. And said that it was best that you both didn’t come just because of how busy it was, that he’d probably only get to spend an hour with you guys.

Armin is insistent on going anyway. And you just miss Eren. Sukuna pads into the room and finds you like this, with your phone flat on your bed and the way you’re leaning over the covers and staring intently at it.

“Just climb in, why don’t you?” he mutters, falling flat on your bed.

“Hello to you too. Why are you in my trailer?”

“Bored. Lonely. Horny. Take your pick.”

You roll your eyes and side shuffle to make room for him, his stupid musky smell enveloping the air. What you were expecting to be an unpleasant co-star was anything but, because you and Sukuna have slowly been sweeping hearts.

From the way you guys argue during press, how Sukuna shamelessly flirts with you, to your shared need to fight with each other - you’re quickly ramping up the popularity around the rom-com you aren’t even done filming.

“So. What the fuck are you staring at?”

“Nothing.”

“Talk.” he says sternly, lifting his hand to knock on your head.

Absolute caveman.

“Can I ask you a weird question?”

“Sure.”

“How are you so blunt?”

He turns over, a look of confusion spread on his face. You follow suit and turn over too, eyes focused on the tattoos that litter his skin. All the way around his neck and his arms and on instinct, you nervously reach for your own.

“Are you tired of being a pushover, Y/N?”

“What? I’m not a pushover, I’m just-”

You stop. Maybe not the word you would use, people pleaser seems more like the explanation for it. Maybe if you cared less about Eren, about what he thought of you, it would be easier. Maybe if you wanted him less it would be easier to be his friend.

“I’m going to tell you something and you can’t repeat it to anyone, doll. I’m trusting you here, okay?”

“Okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“I learned quickly that you can’t let anyone have a pull on you. Because when you do, you’ll do anything. Believe anything. And it’ll be your downfall if you let it.”

You take in his words. And he doesn’t talk for a while, eyes focused on the brown ceiling of your trailer.

“I went a long time without doing what I felt was right. What people were pulling me to do this and that, what I had to do. And when I reached a certain point, I didn’t even know who I was anymore. Hundreds, thousands of people loved me and I didn’t even know who I was looking at in the mirror.” he says.

“Well, I hardly doubt it was thousands, Sukuna. You’re quite irritating.”

He brings his hand down on your face, laughing. His face is uncharacteristically soft and he resembles Yuuji too much. Granted, they are fucking twins but the expression - it’s one you’ve only seen reflected on his face and never Sukuna’s.

“You’re tolerable when you’re like this, Y/N. You’re always such a pain in the fucking ass.”

“You’re normal like this. It’s nice. You should do it more often.”

There’s a beat. And he’s thinking.

“Being blunt is the only way I’m sure. That I’m being myself, because that’s what’s coming to mind. And in a place where almost everyone is lying, trying to pit everyone else against each other and bring them down for entertainment, honesty is the only way I make it out.”

You nod, sinking in his words. Thinking back to Sukuna, when you met him. When he was on again and off again with Hyla, how he said that he would just get pulled so deeply into things that he didn’t even realize what was going on till he was out of it. That it was blinding.

“So what was bothering you?”

“Ah. You know, the whole Historia thing.”

He laughs.

“Lacy, oh lacy. Skin like puff pastry.”

You snort.

“I can’t even tell if that’s a compliment or not. Aren’t puff pastries really dry and crumbly?”

“I think she meant to say pasty. Like a ghost.” he responds.

“I don’t know, Sukuna. I guess I feel bad. That we’re always in competition and that it seems like my mere existence just makes it hard for her.”

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“You know what Historia does when she puts you on a pedestal?”

“What?”

“Gives herself no room to stand next to you. And leaves you up there alone.” he says, the tone in his voice definitive.

You pause.

“When the fuck did you become so wise?”

“Beauty and brains, Y/N. There isn’t a thing I can’t do.” he responds, giving you a stupid smirk.

The pictures drop on Twitter three weeks later, on your last week of filming, and give you a bittersweet reaction. The first one, when you see it, makes your heart drop. Maybe even break a little.

Eren and Hyla, all curled up on a yacht kissing each other. Eren looks great, phenomenal even, and people make no point to keep that information to themselves. He’s getting more and more fit as time goes on, the stupid sunglasses he’s wearing, and his hair long again - people are going feral for Eren Jaeger. And Hyla is Hyla - gorgeous, brilliant, and beautiful.

Granted, this entire feeling is on you for making the assumption. That Eren taking care of you after the Ricky thing, that you guys constantly text again like you used to, is any inclination that he likes you. Especially when he started slipping away.

It’s simple. Eren’s your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. You dropped the ball and let him go and now he’s someone else’s.

You’re fish together because you’re friends, because you get each other. And that alone is a testament to your relationship. That it can’t be replaced.

But it doesn’t make it sting any less. Especially when he gives you no warning beforehand.

But in a nice, karmic way, the second picture makes it all better. It’s Eren throwing up over the side of the boat. Right after kissing Hyla.

Eren and his sensitive stomach save the day. He’s trending for both how great he looks and for how ridiculous it is that he literally vomited after kissing his girlfriend.

“Sukuna. Come here.”

“Hm? What do you want?”

“Let’s send him a picture.” you say, pointing at the pictures.

Sukuna, in true Sukuna fashion, has printed out both pictures and framed them for the trailer.

For Sukuna, the entire ordeal is priceless. Because Eren and Hyla being together is funny, but Hyla being so atrocious that Eren throws up after they kiss is even funnier. He’s already tweeted so much about it that everyone’s dying over Sukuna and how petty he is. Truly, the only person who could get away with this.

You debate addressing the elephant in the room with Eren. Granted, calling a model like Hyla an elephant is almost ironic but, you digress.

If it was a big deal, he would give you a warning. So you shouldn't. But maybe you should tell him you don't care and that it's okay that he's with her.

What are you saying? He doesn't need your permission. Ignore, ignore, ignore.

You put the frame against the mirror, making sure Eren can see you and Sukuna laughing in the reflection as you take a picture of the frame. And the fact that Sukuna’s not wearing a shirt, that he’s leaning all over you, should trigger some type of reaction. Or you at least hope it will.

“Give him hell, doll. Stupid prick.” he says, shuffling away back to the other side of his trailer.

You give him a smile as you slide open your phone, sending him the picture. And then you follow and plop onto Sukuna’s bed, which has him nearly trying to cut off your circulation by smothering a pillow in your face.

A gentleman.

you: eren jaeger, the man that you are

eren: FUCKING STOP. JEAN IS ALREADY DOGGING ME ON TWITTER.

you: an instant classic. you are never living this down, my friend.

you: the fact that connie has said nothing yet is almost concerning. this has him written all over it.

eren: tell sukuna i will kill him. he’s got his dirty paws ALL OVER YOU TOO

you: possessive much?

eren: i am a simple man. and you two together has been a sore spot for me since i was sixteen. there’s only so much i can stomach.

you: protect your peace, king. this movie is not going to be easy for you.

eren: WHY?????

you: has a lot of smooching. and you KNOW sukuna gets carried away.

eren: blocked. I hate you.

eren: never talk to me again. i refuse to come to the premiere.

you: hehe.

eren: do NOT hehe me. im going to cry myself to sleep. do you relish in my pain?

you: a little bit. sweet dreams!!!

eren disliked a message.

Sukuna leans over and reads the messages as Yuuji and Rika walk in, with Yuuta and Annie in tow. You give them all a smile as they fall onto the bed with you two, stuck in their own conversations. Annie and Rika are talking about Rika’s birthday that’s coming up and Yuuji’s too busy trying to swipe Annie’s phone, for god knows what reason.

“This is insane. He’s all but fucking another girl on a yacht but talking to you like this? After ignoring you too?” Sukuna mutters, glaring at you.

“It’s not like that. We-we’re just friends. And it’s funny to joke about it.”

“You’re just friends. Yeah, and I’m the Thirteenth Disciple of Jesus, Y/N.” he responds, bitingly sarcastic.

“You and Judas would get along.” you respond.

“You’re being stupid. I’m not buying you ice cream when you come to me crying when he stops texting you.”

“You would. Begrudgingly, probably while hurling a bunch of insults at me, but you would.”

He reaches forward and flicks your forehead. A telltale sign that even he knows he would, because he isn’t rejecting the notion. Yuuta scoots over and flicks Sukuna’s hand off, giving you a smile.

“What are you arguing about over here?” he asks, giving you a warm smile.

“Eren.”

“Oh, I just saw the pictures. Poor guy.” Yuuta says, an awkward hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yuuta. Got a question.” you say, propping up on your elbows.

You explain the whole situation to Yuuta. That you and Eren dated. And then you didn’t. And then he saved you from Ricky, that you guys were texting again, but he’s dating Hyla now, full on and out in the open. And then let him read the texts and ask him.

“Now tell me, Yuu. Who is in the wrong?”

“Sukuna.”

You give Yuuta a glimmering smile as Sukuna rolls his eyes, reaching forward to headbutt both of you down into the mattress. You both protest and smack him off, giving him the finger.

“The only person on this Earth who is more goo goo ga ga and down horrendous than you is Yuuta. You picked a biased person to intervene.” he says, seething.

“Did not. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, quit playing dumb, doll. Yuuta and Maki are worse than you and Eren. Break up, make up, argue loud as fuck in the middle of the street, just to be kissing in the park the next day.”

“You just don’t get it. You can’t relate to the situation, Sukuna. Sometimes you just can’t stay away. Have you ever been in love?”

“Every time I look at you, doll.”

“Ugh. You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.”

The bell rings outside the trailer, signaling the call time for set, and Sukuna makes it a point to give you his warning.

“You’re treading on thin ice, doll. And when you fall, it’s going to be no one’s fault but your own.”

“For someone who claims he’s not a disciple of Jesus, you sure like to act self righteous as fuck all the time.” you respond, pushing him into the food cart near the directors chair.

Sukuna rolls his eyes as he drags you by the arm to your chairs, propped up, as you watch Yuuta and Rika take their marks, with Annie and Yuuji in the back. Sukuna’s glaring at you, bloody murder, unable to drop what he’s talking about.

“Look. Even for normal people, it’s never a good sign to be friends with your exes. And I bet he’s already being suspicious as fuck, despite the fact that he puts this whole goofy best friend persona on and flirts with you once in a while.”

“He does not. He-he’s not like that, all calculated and manipulative. You know him, he’s like a walking cheeseball.”

“He was a walking cheese ball. But at some point, you become the people you surround yourself with.”

“Okay, Sukuna. I fucking hate it when you’re all cryptic as fuck. You go on and on about how fucked up the people Eren’s around are. But you never once say what they actually do.”

He frowns, glaring at you.

“Why do you think Connie and Eren are fighting?”

You pause, thrown off by the question.

“Connie and Eren aren’t fighting. They’re like best friends. Connie’s even going to be in his next movie, Sukuna.”

“You said it yourself. It’s weird that Connie hasn’t commented on Eren’s whole vomit-gate moment. They’re filming a movie together, but they haven’t taken any pictures. And I can bet you ten bucks that Eren hasn’t said shit about him being there.”

You don’t respond. Because he’s right. Eren hasn’t said anything about being there. And Connie hasn’t even talked to you in weeks.

“It bothers you, doesn’t it? That he’s pulling away?”

“Eren isn’t pulling away, Sukuna. He just has a girlfriend, it’s obviously not going to be the same between us as before.”

“Bullshit. You know he’s pulling away. What does he do? Forget to text back once in a while but then flirt to make it better? Tell you you’re pretty when pictures of him and Hyla drop? You’re ignoring every gut feeling you have about him because you want to keep him around.”

“Fuck you, Sukuna.” you respond, warm tears filling your eyes.

This is what you hate about Sukuna. His persistent need to point out things you so blatantly choose to ignore. That he pokes holes in what you and Eren have, valid holes that bother you at night, that only validate what you think is true.

You need Eren more than he needs you. You like Eren more than he likes you. And he’s going to leave you far behind, at the end of all of this.

Sukuna reaches forward, fingers swiping the tears off your cheeks as he rolls his eyes.

“Stop fucking crying.”

“You’re so rude.”

“I’m not rude. You’re just a bitch.”

You smack his face out of your space.

“When you’re ready for it, I’m here to help you. There’s nothing I do better than revenge, doll.”

You scoff.

“Save your unadulterated rage for the camera. And don’t get too excited when I lean in to kiss you.” he responds, tucking your hair behind your ear and giving you a wink as he slides over to his mark.

You’re going to kill him.

Six weeks of freedom from Sukuna and you’re hiding in the bushes with Armin, Annie, Connie, Sasha, and Marco next to you. Hands locked together as you watch Jean and Mikasa in the distance. And you make your best efforts not to cry, to not fully sob at the second time you’ve been able to witness a love so warm.

It’s all so soft. So warm, so sweet, so much like Levi and Hange’s vow renewal that it makes your heart swell, to the biggest of shapes, for the two of them.

Mikasa is getting engaged. Engaged to Jean, who has always been so sure of her. So quick to run to her defense, to love her like it’s his second nature. They’re going to be together, by each other's side, drunk at award shows and holding hands in taxis for the rest of their lives.

Mikasa is wearing a white dress, soft and willowy, with her low cut Doc Martens. You convinced her that you just wanted to take her out for brunch, drive by the ocean a little bit before you leave town again. Because Jean had approached you, all squirrel like and antsy, and showed you the beautifully ornate ring he had gotten her and asked you to help her.

And Jean. Sweet Jean, he’s fumbling with the box in the pocket as he talks to her. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but you can quickly tell that Mikasa is comforting Jean. That he’s stumbling over his words, his feelings, but she’s standing there and holding his hand. Walking him through them.

And then Jean’s on one knee. Smiling up at her so hard he’s squinting, soft tears falling out of his eyes and her surprised expression. And she brings her hand up to her chest, right over her heart and falls to her knees to meet him, the two of them hugging each other so hard that it makes your chest squelch.

“Crybaby.” Marco mutters, reaching over to swipe your tears.

“Shut up.”

You look back at them, at Jean and Mikasa lying down in the grass tangled in each other's arms, and can’t wait any longer. The five of you - Marco, Annie, Armin, Sasha, and you - run up and pile on, the six of you crying in each other's arms, pink faces. Armin snaps a polaroid picture of Jean and Mikasa - her hands wrapped around his face and the softest look on his face when he smiles back at her. And then one of you and Marco crying, holding each other for good measure.

You reach for Mikasa’s hands the second Jean finally lets her go to hug Armin and Marco and your eyes are positively burning.

“Oh, Mika. I’m so, so happy for you.”

She’s crying. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes are red, and she has the full marks of love on her face. The softest kind of love.

“Thank you, Y/N. You-you’re a treasure. I love you. Thank you for not letting me wear that ugly green dress earlier.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around her, and press a kiss to the side of her face.

Your heart aches. For green eyes, brown hair, and a soft smirk that no one else gets to see. For snarky comments, for shameless flirting, for every hurt feeling in your chest being smoothed over like it was nothing.

Jean and Mikasa make you long, long so ruefully for this feeling. The way they look at each other, the way he keeps tissues in all his pockets because she gets sniffly outside, how Mikasa is the only person who can handle him. The feeling you used to have.

You’ve decided then and there. You’re going to get him back. And luckily for you, you’re flying to Seattle and in nine hours you’ll be there with him. On his birthday, with all this love you’re going to share again.

You’re fish together. You’re not swimming forward without him.

“Hey. Where’s Con? We should get ready to leave soon.” Armin asks, pointing at his watch.

You look around at the crowd of you, Marco holding Mikasa’s hand in his as he admires the ring and gives Jean a smile.

Where is Connie?

You shrug as you tell Armin to stay, to keep taking pictures of the two of them, as you march around the garden, looking around for him. And you find him, knees hiked to his chest, crouched over with red eyes and a pink nose. You immediately reach for him and place your hand on his shoulder, which he immediately flinches at and then releases.

“Connie?” you ask, caught off guard.

He relaxes when he realizes it’s just you and aggressively wipes the back of his hand against his nose and smiles.

“Hey. My bad, they just got me too emotional in there. Fucking saps they are, I just love them so much.”

“Okay. Con, are you okay? You-you don’t look so good.”

He smiles again and it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s sweating and…green. He places his hands against your cheeks and squeezes, his voice soft when he talks.

“Always the type to worry, aren't you? I promise I’m fine, Y/N. Help me finish packing because I actually didn’t start.”

“Huh? We leave in like an hour.”

“Exactly why I need your help!”

He stands up and pulls you along with him, your arms linked together, as you recruit Armin and Marco to help you pack. And you ignore the feeling, as you climb on the plane, nestled in between Armin and Connie, and focus on the important thing.

Brown hair, green eyes, and the soft smile.

You’re getting him back.

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an, again: guess who is getting blocked on his birthday. eren no middle name jaeger.

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Okay, here's my full rant on The Sun and The Star. It's contains spoilers so keep scrolling if you don't want those

I absolutely love it, it's cute, it's Sad, it's angsty, the fluffy and your scared for what's going to happen to the character. Dionysus is like a Therapist and older brother figure to Nico which I'm just loving, he admits Nico and Will are his favorite demigods, we get more Chiron which I love, we get mentions of the Trials of Apollo, we get to see Nico's grief over Jason, Piper and Nico have a talk about it and their sexualities! We get Will's POV and he's scared and self-conscious. He thinks he's not enough for Nico which is so sad but also reflected with Nico thinking he's not enough for Will and still trying to push him away suddely but they both are so deeply in love that they CONSTANTLY remind each other that they're there for each other and I mean constantly! Like 5 times per chapter once in Tartarus. We get a to see Solangelo going to PercyBeth for advice we get MORE SALLY CONTENT! We get to see how Nico got captured and put in the Jar. We get to see Will and Nico's first kiss, and how they got together and all these snippets of their relationship as they tell this other character about it. We get SMALL BOB BACK! WE GET BOB BACK! He calls Solangelo his Sun and star! It's so cute. Nyx is the villain which I kinda love. We get to see all these dreams and flashbacks of Nico's trauma, we get more banter between Will and Nico and it's so cute. NICO GAVE WILL HIS SKELETON RING! ON MY GODS WILL WEARS IT ON A NECKLACE! WILL GAVE NICO THIS COIN THAT'S SPECIAL TO HIM! THEY TRADED KEEPSAKES!! Nico quite literally gets his personal demons made into these tiny black fluffy ball demons that he and Will named coco puffs and they follow him everywhere but no longer remind him of like all his trauma, because he accepted it all and is starting to cope. The story's about self acceptance and that you can change and chose your own path and make your own choices and not have to be who everyone thinks or wants you to be and I think it's a beautiful message.

NOW! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE ACTING OUT OF CHARACTER?! This is a canon novel, anything Rick writes in this universe IS CANON AND THEIR CHARACTER! Just because Will's not all confident and self assured doesn't mean he's not Will. You just made a different versions of him in your head and are mad about it, same with Nico. Y'all make him this sad emo twink who can't do anything for himself and needs saving. He's a fucking powerhouse, he's strong and confident and can protect himself and not some week baby. Stop fetishising him and look at his canon character. "He's more happy and talkative" YEAH BECAUSE FROM TBTL THROUGH HOO AND A BIT OF TOA HE WAS ACTING PURELY IN FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE AND TRAUMA RESPONSES! He was this super happy kid extraverted and he's coming into a more mature version of that as he copes and processes his trauma. I'm so sick of people making him depressed and suicidal, he's snarky and sarcastic and self confident, he's coming into himself and is actually happy with that, he's recovering from an eating disorder too which we see that the end and he's happy about it. He likes himself and is happy which is such a wonderful thing for a character like him. It shows me and other fans, and even younger fans that you can overcome your trauma and it's not something to be fixed but to deal with and after all of the trauma and everything you've been through, you can be happy and love yourself, you can be gay, pan, bi, queer literally whatever and be happy and love yourself and I think that's such a good message and I'm so happy Rick made him that way because it shows everyone especially his younger audience and new fans that you're lovable.

Either way that's my rant, if you don't agree with me I'll gladly argue with you and will pull up quotes and WIN. Or you can scroll. If you do agree with me, hi welcome to my page, I'm pleased to meet you I'd be happy to talk

#nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #bob the titan #small bob #percy jackson #percybeth #sally jackson #dionysus #chiron

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doesntseeyourbeauty · 4 months

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personal post about my ex so if you’re triggered by toxic relationships/emotional abuse/physical abuse/suicide, please don’t feel like you have to read anything below

I’m so just fucking fed up with him and this whole situation. Long story short, we moved in together in 2020 and he was just rude and disrespectful to my family and friends and isolated me from them to control me and keep me from running away (I was heavily abused as a child and tend to stay in bad situations because I’m terrified to leave) along with refusing to work and help me make my bills. I had to work full time in retail while doing my masters to make ends meet on top of relying on government assistance. Last year after my masters graduation, I found out that he had been cheating on me with someone that he met online and I ended our engagement, but allowed him to stay in the apartment because I felt guilty kicking him out and was suicidal at the time so I didn’t trust myself to be alone.

Well in the year that proceeded, he refused to get a job and all of the bills fell into my lap and became my responsibility on top of working full time at a job that refused to provide benefits (including sick time - if I got sick I had to take the day off with no pay) and payed well below the average for those in the field and with my educational background.

we were on the verge of being evicted because I wasn’t able to pay rent, buy groceries, or even feed my pets on top of him “needing” weed and his nicotine to function properly. Without them, he was incredibly abusive and would guilt me into buying them when we had nothing. I took out loans to make ends meet and it still wasn’t enough.

So I moved out of the apartment, payed off the rent I owed, and officially ended everything because I was tired of the abuse and feeling like I was worth nothing (mind you this happened the week of my eras tour show so I was exhausted and drained from that on top of all of that) to move in with my older brother who has let me live with him since so I can get back on my feet.

Thankfully I’ve repayed all of the loans I took out thanks to my new job which pays well and has benefits, and because I don’t have to spend at least $150 a week on his weed and nicotine (it used to be alcohol but I made him stop). It’s been five months since this all happened and he’s still bothering me to this day, to the point I’m debating changing my phone number so he and his family leave me alone.

I went to a few concerts recently and his aunt told him I was “cheating” on him - even though I ended things in July and was under the impression that he was moving on with his life - and he has been non stop messaging me since.

He even messaged me on discord on Christmas threatening to kill himself because I was “toying with him” and “leading him on”. I ignored his texts and went on and didn’t even check discord until today (the conversation was muted) because I flew to DC yesterday to visit my best friend for the first time in a year. I woke up to text coco and he had sent me over 100 messages calling me a whore, a liar, and then was telling me how much he loves me, how I’m “his ideal girl”, and that he wasn’t useless, amongst other things.

I know I can just block him, but it’s always been difficult for me to do something like that as I was taught by my grandmother and mom to love my abusers and to forgive them for what they’ve done - but my mom was also heavily abused by my dad and her family so it’s unintentional. I’m just so frustrated about the whole situation and I just want him to leave me alone but he just won’t.

My family and friends have been so incredibly supportive of me and doing everything in their power to keep me safe from him and I’m so grateful. I’m also so glad I’m in DC with my best friend because I feel safer than I have in quite a while (he knows where my family lives but doesn’t know where I live exactly). I haven’t felt this scared since I was stalked in college by someone who refused to take no as an answer and I got a restraining order and still felt unsafe.

I’m just lost and feeling like I can’t escape the guilt that I’m feeling, because I know that if he does commit suicide, his family will blame me for it. He’s always been this way and I just can’t do it anymore. I just want him to leave me alone.

I’m really sorry for the long rant and for talking about such sensitive topics, but I really needed to get it off my chest. It’s been lingering in my mind for so long and has been weighing heavily on me. He made me cry on Christmas and has made me feel like this is all my fault even though he put us both in the situation we were in.

If you read this, I’m doing okay physically and mentally and I’m in a safe place. I just needed to vent and get this off my chest, it’s been so hard for me to try and move past it….

#personal post #pls don’t read if abuse (emotional and physical) suicide or anything like that is triggering to you #also I’m so sorry to my moots who will read this bc I’ve never opened up about it before #and if you did read it #thank for you reading to my rant #and for being supportive #also this post is in no way related to Taylor so sorry for posting it on my main blog

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superhoeva-archived · 2 years

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𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the mayans head to the casino. gabriella struggles with everything that's going on.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gabriella adéline carter, angel reyes, michael "riz" ariza, marcus alvarez, che "taza" romero, obispo "bishop" losa, johnny "coco" cruz, ezekiel "ez" reyes, miguel galindo, adam, hank "tranq" loza, gilberto "gilly" lopez, jimmy

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as promised, here's the next chapter. very i'm excited about how the story is about to ramp up ;) (gif credit: @everyhowlmarksthedead)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, angst, drugs (mentioned), some fluff (finally)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Bishop wants to hit the road early. I guess Galindo invited the Chinese to our prison sit down.”

Gabriella shuffles uncomfortably at the news before turning to Angel with an apprehensive expression. Her heart dims a little when he looks away from her, his obvious disdain for the fact that she lied to him still fresh in his head.

“Let them know the cartel will be able to deliver,” Gabriella assumes with a sad shrug of her shoulders, giving up on trying to get the older Reyes brother to look at her. Riz nods and goes to make his way into the clubhouse so he can change before they leave.

Marcus, Taza, and Bishop trek down the stairs and away from the Clubhouse just as Coco breathes out, “that makes it easy.”

“Hey, buy me a few minutes?” Angel wonders, Coco and Gabriella nodding immediately. “Gonna give Jimmy a call.”

Angel steps away from the group, pulling out his phone. Gabriella’s gaze locks onto him until there’s a soft nudge on her arm. She turns to find Marcus staring back at her.

“Can I talk to you before we head out, mi’ja?” Gabbi swallows at the questions, but nods. She attempts to mask her worry with a small smile, telling him, “of course, Padrino.”

Gabriella follows him back inside the clubhouse and into Templo quarters in complete silence. All she can think about is Benny and his son. And how upset Angel is with her. And how upset Ezekiel was yesterday. And the intrusive questions KJ found himself with the audacity to ask. And whatever Marcus is about to speak to her about. And Miguel.

Gabriella barely managed to repress the shaking her body wants to take part in under the curious gaze of her godfather, instead allowing her hands to wring themselves behind her back.

“You know I don’t like when you lie to me, right?”

The question has Gabriella’s hand squeezing tighter as gives him a small nod.

“So if I ask you how you’re doing, you’re not gonna lie to me, right?”

Gabriella nods again and Marcus sighs.

“Alright, then,” Marcus starts, “how are you doing?”

It only takes a few short seconds for the tears to well in Gabriella’s eyes. Luckily, Marcus is already waiting with open arms. Gabriella falls into his chest with a broken sob, thankful for the way his arms create a protective barrier, at least for the moment, around her hurting soul.

Marcus grips Gabriella tighter than he probably should, but he doesn’t care. He knows this is something he should’ve done after they left Galindo’s pew yesterday. No matter how she gets, he feels that it’s his responsibility to take care of her… and not just because of the promise he made her father.

Just as he promised, Gabriella rides with Riz in the van when the Mayans head to the San Bujo Casino. He decides against asking about her puffy eyes and occasional sniffle, instead attempting to cheer her up with purposefully bad singing along with the radio as they speed down the highway.

By the time they make it to the casino, Gabriella’s eyes are only a little pink, stomach sore from all the laughter. Marcus notices immediately, sending a quick nod to Riz after he parks his bike. Riz nods back, pleased to know that he was an adequate distraction from whatever had her so upset.

As they travel to the front doors of the facility, both of the Reyes brothers send desolate stares Gabbi’s way. Ezekiel, for feeling bad after not making an effort to really speak to the woman ever since he found out that she knew what would happen to Emily’s son. And Angel, who still wants to know why she wouldn’t tell him where she was last night.

“My brown brothers,” a voice calls out as the group saunters through the front entrance.

Everyone looks up to see Adam, the owner of the casino, and two of his men ready to greet their visitors.

Bishop smiles and holds out a hand. “Adam.”

Adam smiles, returning the grin and handshake. “Bishop.” The casino owner then goes to greet Taza with a cordial hug, before turning to Gabriella. “And the lovely Gabriella.”

“It’s good to see you again, Adam,” she smiles as the man presses a short kiss on her cheek. “How’s the family?”

Adam beams at the mention of his children, answering, “oh, they’re great. I’ll have to tell that you asked about them. Oh, and sorry about checking the weapons. It’s tribal law. Booze and bullets have not been a good combination for my people.”

“Our’s either,” Hank replies, pulling a small grin from Adam.

“The other parties get down here yet?” Riz questions.

Adam shakes his head. “Not that I know of. But we have the room you requested. It’s private. Very quiet.”

Alvarez nods assertively with a quick, “thank you.”

Adam gifts the Mayans with one last smile, before leaving to go take care of other pieces of business. Bishop turns around with a sigh. “Well, we’ve got a few hours to kill.”

“Me and the Boy Scout,” Coco starts immediately, we’re gonna win a little wampum.”

Ezekiel can only look at Coco before the sniper is dragging him to one of the tables, causing Bishop to turn to Angel, Gilly, and Gabbi.

“Keep him contained,” Bishop orders, earning nods from the three. As soon as they are away from the older Mayans, Angel turns to Gilly.

“We’ll catch up,” he tells Gilly, who nods and goes to follow Ezekiel and an exhilarated Coco. Gabriella then turns to Angel. With Gilly gone, it’s just the two of them, now.

When she looks up at him, he’s already looking back at her. In his eyes, a hint of guilt.

“Look, Angel,” Gabriella sighs, “if you’re still mad at me, fine. But can we please just shove that aside for a moment and handle our business? This is important, and Jimmy won’t take if he sees that you can’t even look at me without–”

Gabriella pauses when Angel wraps his arms around her. Her eyes widen when he pulls her close.

“I’m still mad,” he starts delicately, “but I missed talking to you. Like, a lot.”

A small smile crosses Gabriella’s face, as she gives in and lets her arms clasp around his body. There’s an elongated silence before either of them speaks again.

“We can talk it out later, okay? Let’s just get this over with so we can get home.” Angel nods before taking a step back. The two share a stare before turning to make their way to the side entrance they agreed to meet Jimmy.

He’s already standing outside when Angel and Gabriella arrive, a cigarette working to keep him company.

“How you been Jimmy?” Angel asks as he settles on the other side of Gabbi, lighting his own cigarette in the process.

“Getting by,” Jimmy nods, peeking down at Gabbi, “what do you have?”

Gabbie sighs before telling him, “six keys.”

“Ninety-seven percent pure Guero heroin,” Angel continues for her. “Thirty per brick.”

A frown crosses Jimmy’s face and has to bite his lip to contain his irritation. “Thought you had nine.”

“So did I. But circumstances change, Jimmy.” Gabriella steps in. “So like I said before: six keys, thirty per brick. You don’t like that, I’ve got plenty of other buyers I dump you for––”

“Okay,” Jimmy calls out with his hand in the air. He takes a deep breath before asking both of them, “can you get it to Vegas?”

“You certain it stays outside the family?”

Jimmy takes a long drag of his cigarette before nodding. “Yep. You?”

A small laugh leaves Gabriella. “Would we be speaking out in the open like this if the answer was no?”

Now, it’s Jimmy’s turn to laugh.

“I’m in.”

Angel and Gabriella part from Jimmy swiftly with a quick, “okay,” not wanting to risk catching the eye of any of the other Mayans. Jimmy watches them leave with a shake of his head, having to ignore when the smallest voice at the back of his mind wonders ‘What the hell am I doing?’

Back inside, Ezekiel sits begrudgingly in a seat a few feet from where Coco is playing Blackjack. The youngest Reyes brother has been there for song long that he almost forgets to scratch his chin when to alert Coco that he should call for another card.

“Twenty-one,” the dealer calls out before flipping over a few more cards. “The house is over. The gentleman wins again.”

Ezekiel shakes his head at the smile on Coco’s face, a deep sigh leaving him when it’s apparent that Coco wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

Angel and Gabriella arrive at Gilly’s table just as Coco starts another round.

“Jimmy?” Gilly questions, Angel responding with a nod.

“All good. I’ll fill you in,” he replies while Gabriella looks over at Ezekiel with furrowed eyebrows.

“He’s got him counting cards?” She asks, eyes going back and forth between a locked-in Coco and annoyed Ezekiel.

“Yup,” Gilly tells her and Angel lets out a scoffed laugh.

He and Gabriella waltz over to where Ezekiel sits, Angel ordering his brother to “take a break.”

Ezekiel blows out a long breath, telling his brother, “thank you.” Before he walks away, he swallows and turns to Gabbi with a reddened face. Her breath nearly catches in her throat when she looks at Ezekiel and realizes he’s already staring.

“Want a drink?” Gabriella questions, shoulders relaxing some when Ezekiel nods.

“I’d love one.”

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Arvid Cairn was a kind person.

There was no doubt about that.

He was always so good with the children and never minded with people used him for warmth in the winter as he worked. It wasn’t rare to find younglings or padawans in the woodworking hall dozing or doing course work against and around him. One or two often culling to his tail. And he would always take time to show the younglings how to carve if they wanted to, no matter how busy his schedule was.

He never seemed bothered by people just coming to talk to him, and there were few he didn’t get along with, even though there weren’t as who knew much about him outside of the artisan halls.

He never was bothered when Cal would fall asleep on him and he had to return the boy to his master, Arvid’s own closest friend, Jaro Tapal.

And he always looked out for the Jedi who worked under him as the Head of the Woodworking Artisan Department.

And even though he didn’t quite understand the clones all the time, he always did his best to see and talk eye to eye with them. Extending a familial kindness to Thorn after Turu admitted his budding relationship with the clone and how could he not?

Turu was his second, his former student.

He would welcome anyone that he wanted to form a relationship with.

He would agree to let clones into the workshops because the shore leave clones got restless and some were curious. He was rather pleased to say that a few of the men picked up hand carving as a form of pastime.

And outside of the Order and the War, how he acted with Dex’s children. He had no trouble slotting into the position of “second dad” for Onyx, and even though D and Nim were older, he still was considered to be like a father figure.

There was no doubt that Dex loved him, and he, Dex. There were those in the Order who disagreed, but in the end, many saw no harm in it. Where other Jedi would become attached, Arvid was responsible and talked through it with the other Masters. There was little doubt that he was a good person, and a kind person.

Was. Because even kindness ends.

It is not to say that he was not kind in the end. He remained kind and good until the end.

But it is because his end was cut short, and that is the reason it ended.

By going to Coco town to visit Dex and Onyx when Order 66 hit, he willingly took several shots and a stab to the chest in order to minimize the damage that would’ve been caused to the surrounding citizens if he dodged. Because he was kind, and cared, and he was a Jedi in the end.

Save many at the sacrifice of a few, save citizens and innocents as the sacrifice of his own life.

Still, he proved to be resilient and incapacitated the clones before staggering the rest of the way to the Diner. There was confusion, but nothing he could do while heavily injured.

He was kind until death.

Arvid Cairn dies, bleeding out and collapsed against his daughter. His daughter who calls for her father, who feels the life drain out of him. Even as he tried his hardest to stay awake, to grasp at life, mumbling about how he loved her and her father and brother and sibling and she had to stay safe in the coming days.

He really was a good Jedi. He really did try his absolute best.

And he loved until death.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Your Girl

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Combining a request from @est1887 and an Anonymous request: I have another one for bishop no rush I just wanna give these to you while I can think of them. So girl works at the scrapyard maybe an accountant for the legal side and bishop is feeling her but he hasn’t said anything because he’s her boss and a little older but he likes her everyone knows too but her. Anyway coco and angel go to this bar and the see the accountant out turning up being wild and free and they can’t believe it because she prim and proper with them anyways they call bishop and then you can take it from there. and Bishop & reader are friends “work friends” and he’s always doing nice things for her. Hugs on bad days, sharing home cooked lunches, showing up with ice cream on hot afternoons, even giving her one of his trucks to drive once while hers was in the shop. One day while walking to her car he pulls up next to her “hey flaca, where you goin?” and reader can’t help but notice that the tone of his voice and the way he looks her up and down are definitely not “work friendly”

Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking, Angel being ridiculous

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I took bits and pieces of these two requests because I felt like they’d go really well together! The story got a little bit away from me, hence the 5k, but I hope y’all enjoy it! xo

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You were camped out behind the desk with Chucky as usual. You were catching up on some of the book-keeping that had been neglected over the past month. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, you knew that the guys had a lot of other things on their plates.

You were idly fiddling with the cuff of your Romero Brother’s shirt as you read over the invoices in front of you. they had told you that you didn’t have to wear it if you didn’t want to, but you told them there was no reason to make an exception to the rule just for you. That response had gotten a bit of a laugh out of Bishop, but the last thing you wanted any of them to think was that you were looking for special allowances. You were very aware of the face that you were the only woman who worked there, and as such you made sure that you were there to work.

You looked up from what you were doing when you heard someone walk through the door. A smile spread across your face for a moment as you looked up at Bishop from your chair.

Chucky spoke up, eager as ever, “Presidente, what can I do for you?”

“Got a pickup I need you to do. Think you can handle that for me?”

He nodded as he grabbed the keys to the truck, “Absolutamente.”

Without another work, he took the slip of paper with the pickup address and took off out the door. You watched him, smiling and shaking your head slightly. You truly admired the man’s zest for life.

“Still liking it here?” Bishop asked, leaning forward onto the counter.

You nod, returning some of your attention to the paperwork in front of you, “Yea. How could I not love spending my day with Chucky?”

He laughed, trying to figure out just how genuine your statement was, “He’s good company?”

You looked up at him and smiled, “He’s excellent company.”

You brought your attention back to your work. Chucky did a great job before you started working there, but you knew that book-keeping wasn’t his only responsibility. As you combed back through records, it became apparent when his other duties to the club took priority. You were still doing cleanup from all of that while also trying to keep all of their legal, on-the-books money in order.

The work in front of you had your full attention. Bishop watched you as your eyes raked over the paperwork, the way your brows would furrow with focus. Every now and then you’d tap the end of the pen do your chin or your bottom lip and he couldn’t help but to stare. Administrative work was never his thing but looking at you made him wish that he had more reasons to be in the front office. It took you a minute to realize that Bishop was still standing on the other side of the desk. When you did, you felt heat flood over your face for a moment.

You let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry, I just get really in the zone. Do you need me to do something?”

He shook his head, silently chastising himself for staring at you so obviously, “No, no. You’re perfect. Just, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

You smile and nod, “Sounds good.”

Bishop turned and walked out, leaving you to your work. He was still shaking his head at himself as he crossed the yard towards the clubhouse. Angel saw the look on the man’s face and made his way over to him.

“You good, Pres?”

It snapped Bishop out of his train of thought, “Yea, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Angel chuckled, “Looked real deep in thought about something.”

He spared a split-second glance back at the office before shaking his head, “I’m good, Angel.”

He didn’t push the topic, but he’d noticed Bishop looking back, and he assumed that the lingering gaze didn’t have anything to do with Chucky. He waited until Bishop kept walking in the opposite direction before allowing himself to chuckle quietly to himself. It was difficult to believe that the president of their MC was nervous and wistful over the new girl who worked in the office.

Angel, ever the agent of chaos, strode into the small building to see her in the same position she was in when Bishop had left—deep in paperwork. He waited for a few seconds before realizing that you weren’t intentionally ignoring him, you just genuinely didn’t realize that he’d even walked in.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Hey.”

You looked up, eyes wide, “Hey! Shit, sorry,” you laughed and shook your head, “I didn’t even hear you come in. Um. All good?”

“Yea, all good. Bish say where he was sending Chucky?” he was just trying to get a feel for how you reacted when he brought him up.

You shook your head, your expression truly neutral, “No, just handed him a slip of paper. I figured it wasn’t…um…wasn’t something on my paygrade level,” you chuckled.

He smiled, “Right, right. Got it. I’ll find him and ask him. Thanks, querida.”

You rolled your eyes but still smiled, knowing that it was impulsive for him at this point to be like that, “Stay out of trouble, Angel.”

“Never,” he gave you a wink and headed out the door.

The end of your work day was coming around, and you were determined to leave on time. The guys never asked you to stay late, but you usually did. You closed up the books and shut down the computer, giving yourself a satisfied nod before grabbing your purse and your keys. You saw the guys all hanging out in front of the clubhouse, beer in one hand cigarette in the other. They smiled and waved goodbye to you, and you returned the gesture.

You unlocked and slid into the driver’s seat of your car. You put the key in the ignition and turned it, but were met with nothing. Taking a deep breath, you gave it another shot, but were still met with silence. You groaned, gripping your steering wheel for a moment to try and get yourself together. You knew that realistically there was no better place to have car troubles—between the entire crew of them, one of the men was bound to be able to fix your car.

You hopped out and walked over, and Angel could immediately see the annoyance on your face. He finished off his beer before setting the bottle down and meeting you halfway. Cocking his head to the side he asked, “Need something?”

“Think one fo you guys can give me a jump?” you sighed, shaking your head, “Car isn’t turning over.”

Angel nodded with no hesitation, “We got you. I’ll pull one of the trucks over.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled the truck over and hooked up the jumper cables. The two of you gave it a moment before giving it another shot. Angel could feel the tension radiating off of you when you got the same silent results. He combed his fingers through his hair as he tried to come up with some kind of a solution.

“When’s the last time you got the battery changed?”

“Not that long ago,” you shook your head, “It’s not old enough to be doing this shit.”

Angel chuckled, “Right. Well, we can get you home and take a look at it tomorrow.”

You cocked one eyebrow, “You guys are gonna fix my car?”

“We do more than just break shit down, querida. We can fix you up.”

It got you to laugh, “I appreciate it.”

“Ayo, Bish!” Angel called and waved him over, “Y/N’s car died. Told her we’d look it over tomorrow.”

Bishop nodded, not quite understanding why he needed to be part of the conversation, “Alright. That’s fine.”

“Think you could give her a lift home?” he nodded towards the rest of the guys, “We started drinking too early to play taxi.”

Bishop hated that he felt nervous for a moment, but he agreed. He went and grabbed you a spare helmet and brought it over to you. Truthfully, you’d never been on the back of a bike before but you didn’t want to cop to that in front of any of them, let alone the man in charge of their entire charter. He had an inkling, though, as he felt the tension in your body as you looped your arms around his waist.

When he rolled into your driveway, your body immediately relaxed, just glad that you’d made it home. You hopped off the bike, unclipping the helmet. You went to give it back to him, but he shook his head.

“I can pick you up in the morning,” he smiled, “Not like we aren’t going to the same place.”

You laughed, nodding, “That means you’re actually going to have to get there on time, you know.”

“I don’t think your boss would mind if you were a couple minutes late,” he chuckled.

You smiled and shook your head, “Probably not,” you hugged the helmet to your chest, “Thank you, Bishop. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem,” he paused, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You nodded, smiling, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You made your way up the driveway, and you could feel him watching you as you did so. You made a conscious effort to not turn around and look at him. Unlocking the front door, you let yourself in, finally allowing yourself another glance. He was sat happily on his bike, giving you a final nod before revving and taking off again. You chuckled to yourself as you shut the front door and locked it, glad to be home for the night.

The next morning, you had to admit that you impressed with how early Bishop stopped by to pick you up. He knew your schedule well enough to know that you got there before pretty much everyone, with the exception of Chucky. That statement alone spoke volumes that he wasn’t ready to get into. But you made your way down the driveway with a smile as you hopped on the bike behind him, exchanging a brief good morning before trying to get yourself more comfortable with riding on the bike.

The two of you walked across the lot together, and you found yourself much more comfortable with him than you had been in the past. He’d always been kind and inviting, but things felt just a little bit different now. You both stopped outside the door to the office, and he told you that he would let you know before lunch what the deal with your car was.

“Chances are, one of us will be able to fix it before the day is out,” he reassured you.

You nodded, “That’d be great. I really appreciate you guys.”

He gave one last hint of a smirk before turning and heading off in his own direction. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the office. You smiled as you came in to the sight of Chucky filing things away, and a coffee sitting on the counter for you. He looked up from the stack of papers with a smile.

“I heard you had some car troubles yesterday.”

You nodded, “Yea. Bishop said that the guys would figure it out,” you picked up the coffee and took a sip, a wave of contentment washing over you, “Thank you, Chucky.”

He just gave a sheepish smile and nod before getting back to work. You followed suit, trying hard to pick up where you had left off the night before. It was easy to get lost in the sea of numbers, but in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but to try and be planning for every possible scenario going on with your car.

A couple hours later, Coco came into the front office. Chucky perked up immediately, having what you could only describe as a sixth sense for when the man was around. You enjoyed watching them interact—their bond seemed special and specific, for lack of a better term.

“Got some news about your car,” Coco turned to look at you.

“The fact that you didn’t say that you’ve got good news about my car is concerning,” you chuckled.

One end of his mouth tugged up into a tiny smirk, “Sorry. We can fix it but it’s gonna take a day or so to get the part.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, resting your hands on your hips, “Alright. Thank you, Coco. I appreciate it.”

“Here,” he tossed you a set of keys, “Bish said to just use the truck till we get it fixed.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Yea?”

“Yea,” he rapped his knuckles on the countertop before heading back out into the yard.

That was the start of a very long song and dance between you and Bishop. It never crossed any sort of line, neither of you ever made things uncomfortable. But the two of you were definitely friends after that, and that was something that you hadn’t seen coming. You’d take turns bringing each other coffee, or if one of you was running out to grab food for lunch they always checked in with the other to see if they wanted anything. All the little rituals that had typically just been reserved for you and Chucky, were now taking on a whole new life with Bishop. You hated to admit it, but while you normally were more than ready to take off and get home after your shift, if Bishop asked if you wanted to hang around for a beer you never had it in you to say no.

There were times when you wanted to ask him about himself. The two of you spoke much more than when you first started doing their books, but it was never anything deep. You knew next to nothing about him, and he didn’t really know all that much about you either. Sometimes you got the inkling that he might have feelings for you, that there was some kind of interest there, but you also saw how many women went in and out of the clubhouse on a regular basis and had to assume that he probably already had someone down on lock. Not that you could blame anyone for that.

“You ever gonna hang out for more than just one drink, querida?” Angel asked with a laugh as you tossed your beer bottle into the garbage.

You smiled, shaking your head, “I don’t get drunk with coworkers, Reyes. Sorry.”

He placed his hand over his heart, an exaggerated look of pain on his face, “Damn. I thought we were more than that.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing at his antics, “Sorry to disappoint,” you slung your purse over your shoulder, “You boys stay safe out here, alright?”

Your eyes found Bishop’s and he smiled, tilting his beer bottle towards you, “Goodnight.”

You nodded, not wanting to admit to yourself that your cheeks were heating up, “See you in the morning.”

Once you had walked safely out of earshot, Angel turned his attention to Bishop. He waited for Bishop to meet his gaze, a million questions and comments resting on the tip of his tongue. Bishop could feel Angel staring at him and avoiding making eye contact for as long as he could before finally letting out a sigh and facing him.

“What, Angel?”

“See you in the morning just seems pretty cozy, Pres.”

Bishop shook his head, not wanting to entertain the discussion, “Or it seems like she works at the same place that I do and we will both be here in the morning.”

Angel scoffed, “C’mon, Bish. You’ve wanted her since she fuckin’ started here. Why don’t you just ask her out?”

“I have not—”

“You’re not that subtle, man,” EZ chimed in with a laugh, “It’s surprising that for as smart as she is, she hasn’t said anything.”

He shook his head, “I don’t need a relationship intervention from the fucking Reyes Brothers.”

Angel laughed, “Apparently you do,” he took a swig of his drink, “I’m tellin’ you. Give her a call.”

He so badly wanted Angel to be right. He wanted to believe that if he called you up and asked you on a date, you’d say yes with no hesitation. But you’d never been overtly flirtatious with him. And all he could think about was all the reasons that he shouldn’t say something to you about it. You were young, with your whole life ahead of you, and he was the president of a motorcycle club. That was a lot to put on someone. And on top of all of that, he was your boss. He let the conversation die out, not wanting to keep butting heads with them over it. But all the scenarios played on repeat in his head.

At the end of the work day the following day, he asked you to stay for a drink with him and the guys. And, for the first time ever, you said no.

“Sorry, I actually can’t,” you spoke as you took your keys out, “Going out with a few girlfriends tonight. Raincheck though?”

“You got friends that you’ll actually drink with?” Angel piped up.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I know it might be difficult to believe, but I’m more than just your accountant,” you said a brief goodbye to all of them before heading off to your car so you could get home to shower and get ready.

As he watched your car drive off, Angel turned to Coco, “It’s been a while since we went anywhere but the clubhouse, huh?”

Coco didn’t need to ask him to elaborate, a mischievous grin immediately spreading across his face, “I’ll let Gilly and EZ know what’s up.”

Bishop shook his head at the both of them, watching as Coco disappeared into the clubhouse, “Don’t do anything that I’m gonna have to bail you out for.”

Angel laughed as he lit a cigarette, “Never.”

You were a few too many drinks into the night when one of your friends pulled you to the side off the dancefloor. You looked at her, confusion written all over your face, “What?”

“Don’t you know those guys?” she nodded her head towards the bar, eyes alight with ideas that you knew were nothing but trouble.

Still, you looked over. A grin broke out over your face when you recognized the kuttes. You nodded before bounding over to them, much more bubbly and affectionate than you were at work, “Angel! Coco!” you draped one arm around each of their shoulders, “Fancy seeing you guys here!”

Angel whipped around, surprise taking over his features as he realized that it was really you, “Holy shit, Y/N,” he laughed, “Didn’t think we’d be running into you.”

“This is our fuckin’ spot,” you laughed as you leaned completely onto Angel.

Coco’s eyes were wide with surprise as he looked at Angel. Neither of them knew what to do with what was going on in front of them. You completely ignored their looks and continued talking.

“One of my friends saw you. Actually, Angel,” you poked his shoulder, “I think you’d really like her. I can introduce you!”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah, really, you don’t gotta—”

“Come on!” you took his hand in yours and pulled him off his stool, “Live a little!”

Coco watched Angel get dragged into the throws of the club, laughing as Gilly and EZ came and joined him at the bar instead. The three of them couldn’t pretend that they weren’t amused. All the jokes and comments that Angel ever made at your expense, and now in a weird twist of fate, the universe was coming to collect.

A while later, he managed to peel himself away from the dancefloor with the promise of buying you and your friends a round of drinks. Coco opened his mouth to make a smart comment and Angel immediately waved him off.

“Well,” you finished off your drink a little quicker than maybe you should’ve, “when you boys decide to have a little fun, you know where to find us.”

They watched you disappear back onto the dancefloor with your friends, and they couldn’t help but to laugh. EZ shook his head, “Was one of them supposed to be the DD?”

Angel chuckled, “Whoever it was, failed miserably at that job,” a lightbulb went off over his head as he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing Bishop’s number.

After a few rings, a very tired and annoyed presidente picked up the call, “What, Angel? I said no bail.”

“It’s not me you’re gonna have to bail out tonight, Bish,” he laughed, shaking his head as he watched you dancing with your friends, “You’re gonna have to come and get your girl soon.”

“You guys went out with Y/N?”

“Not on purpose,” he chuckled, “See you in a bit,” he hung up the phone, knowing for a fact that Bishop would come running.

He wasn’t wrong. In less than an hour, Bishop was walking through the doors of the club. The only reason he didn’t stick out as much as he would have normally, was because he had the good sense to wear his kutte. He made his way over to Coco, who was chatting up the bartender.

“’Sup, Bish?” he laughed, sipping on his beer, “Heard about your girl?”

“She’s not—” he cut himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose, “She alright?”

Coco nodded, not able to stop his laughter, “Alright is an understatement.”

Before Bishop could ask anything else, your arms were wrapping around his waist from behind, “Bishop!”

He blinked hard, not used to you being so loud, or so excitable. He carefully turned himself around, gently peeling your arms from around him to put a little bit of distance between the two of you, “Hey.”

Whatever else he had been planning to say got stuck in his throat. He’d only ever seen you in jeans and your Romero shirt. You hardly ever wore makeup to the scrapyard, or did your hair. He felt like he was looking at an entirely different woman. He wanted to say something, do something, but his entire body froze up.

“What brings you here?” you rested your palm against his chest, always a little friendlier than necessary once you got a few drinks in you.

His entire chest felt like it was on fire, “Angel called. Said you might need a ride home.”

“Oh did he?” you laughed, shaking your head, “And you’re my personal Uber now?”

“If it’ll get you home safely, then yes,” a soft smile was beginning to work its way onto his face.

“Since when are you so worried about me all of a sudden, hm?” you locked your eyes with his, “You’re not my mom, you’re my boss. I can,” you leaned a little more onto him for balance, “I can handle myself just fine.”

He chuckled, reveling in the way you leaned against him, “I see that.”

“Well, since you’re here,” you slipped your hands into his, “Come dance with me!”

He laughed, shaking his head as he made an effort to stay put, “Tempting, but I’ll pass this time, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, “You never wanna have any fun.”

He chuckled, “I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“Pfft. It’s outside work hours. I can be as ridiculous as I want. You can’t stop me!”

It was so different than the woman he saw every day at the scrapyard. He didn’t quite know what to do with all the new information that his brain was trying to process. He rested his hand on the outside of your arm, “Let me get you home safe.”

You made a big show of thinking over his offer before finally caving and accepting. You said goodbye to your friends as you made your way towards the door of the club. Bishop was thankful that you missed the looks the guys were giving him, no doubt thinking that the evening was going in a much different direction than it actually was.

“No bike?” you said as you walked up to the truck.

“Figured this might be safer,” he smiled as he opened the passenger door for you.

“You know,” you leaned back in the seat, instantly starting to take off your heels, “I’d never ridden on a bike before you.”

He bit back a laugh, trying to pretend that he didn’t already know that, “Really?”

You nodded, “Really,” you rolled down the window and let your arm hang out into the night air, “I think you might be the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, you know.”

Bishop chuckled, trying not to put too much stock into what you were saying when he could see your eyes glassy from liquor, “Sweeter than Chucky?”

You laughed, “That’s an impossible bar, Obispo.” He froze up for a moment, not ever having heard you call him by his real name. You felt his tension, too, and immediately tried to do damage control, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

“No,” his voice was soft, “don’t be sorry. It’s…it’s my name,” he chuckled, “You can say it. You just, never have before.”

That was the last thing that either of you said until he pulled into your driveway. You scooped your shoes up off the floor and got your keys ready. Flashing him a smile, you thanked him, leaning over to place a chaste kiss to his cheek. You were too tipsy, and too distracted to really notice the look on his face after you’d done that, and he was thankful for it. He watched you quickly make your way up your front steps barefoot, eager to unlock the door and get inside. He sat in your driveway for a minute, trying to collect himself and drive home.

A couple days went by before you saw any of the guys again. Half of your weekend was spent nursing a hangover, and the other half was spent trying to figure out how to recover from however you’d embarrassed yourself at the club. You remembered it all, and it wasn’t anything horrendous, but you still couldn’t believe that they’d seen you like that.

You walked into the front office, noticing immediately that it was empty. Sure enough, Chucky had left you a note letting you know where he was going to be for the day, doing a couple different runs for the guys. Taking a deep breath, you tried to get your thoughts in order.

As you started to get your paperwork out, you heard the door open. You looked up, your eyes locking with Bishop’s. You swallowed hard, wondering what exactly he was going to say to you about everything.

“How you feeling?” there was a soft smile on his face.

“I’m alright,” you chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry, Bishop. Fuck, I can’t, I can’t believe you all saw me like that,” you shook your head at yourself.

The smile didn’t fade from his features as he looked at you. Despite the fact that you were back in your usual work wear, it was difficult for him to get the image of you from the club out of his head. He’d thought about it more than he cared to admit over the course of the weekend. He leaned onto the counter, watching as your fingers deftly sorted through folders.

“You don’t need to be sorry, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flicked up to him at the use of the pet name. He’d never been one to talk to you like that. Angel was always flirty with you, and every now and then even Ezekiel would toss a flirtatious smile or comment your way. But never Bishop. The weight of the word didn’t escape you, given the context. You saw the way that his eyes stayed glued to you, watching as you moved around the office, and it sent a wave of warmth over you.

“Pet names during work hours, Obispo?” you chuckled, “Someone slip something into your coffee this morning?”

He knew that if he didn’t say something now, he wasn’t ever going to, “No, no,” he laughed quietly, “Nothing like that.”

“Are we alright?” you arched one eyebrow, hoping that you hadn’t made things weird.

“Of course,” he nodded, hating that he found himself trying to get his words in order, “But,” he noticed the way your head jerked at the word but, “But I’d really, I’d like to be more than just a coworker that you can’t get drunk with.”

His phrasing caught you off-guard, and it got you to smile, “Oh?”

He smiled, nodding, “Yea.”

You reached across the counter, resting your hands over his own, “I think I could promote you from coworker,” you laughed, “That sounds doable.”

“Oh good,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Can I kiss you during work hours?” you asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

He chuckled, “How am I supposed to say no to that?”

With a soft giggle, you leaned across the counter and pressed your lips to his. You felt him tangle his fingers with yours, wanting any kind of contact with you that he could get. It was everything that you’d thought it would be.

The moment got cut short by Angel sauntering into the office to drop off paperwork. He instantly let out a wolf-whistle, clapping his hands, “Fucking finally!”

You laughed, and Bishop immediately turned around, “Get the fuck out of here, Angel, before you lose your job and your kutte.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he handed over the papers, “Worth it,” he made his way back towards the doors, “Fucking worth it.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the two of them, “You prepared for that times ten once everyone else hears about it?”

He looked at you, smiling, “I think I’ll be alright.”

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mayansmcsblog · 3 years

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Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday.

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him.

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because”

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared.

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy.

Of course you had someone else.

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Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there.

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you

“Y/n?”

“Yeah”

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

“yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

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You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here.

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

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Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

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Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said”

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual.

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head.

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong.

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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enamoured-x · 3 years

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Sweet Release

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: When Angel doesn’t make time for you, you make a hard choice.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst

Word count: 3k

Excerpt: “You couldn’t fake reaching literal heaven every time Angel sank inside you. But he didn’t deserve to hear that right now.”

*gif is mine!

a/n: so this came out of nowhere but i’m excited about it and there will be a part 2!!! i fucking missed writing for angel, so much so i may or many not open my requests back up again! keep an eye out for part 2 though!

Part 1

To say you were miserable was a gross understatement. And you couldn't even be mad about it because this was your doing. You were the reason you were wallowing everyday. You were the reason you had to take care of your own needs with a vibe that was nowhere near what you wanted. You were the maker of your own misery. But then again, were you really? Angel fucking Reyes should be the one to blame. When you first started dating Angel, everything was perfect, isn’t it always though? You were happier than you had ever been and honestly, you two were jumping each other's bones whenever you could. Up until a few months ago that was.

Suddenly Angel just couldn’t make time anymore, always busy with the club. You knew with being secretary came a lot more responsibilities, and you were extremely proud of him and happy that he was able to move up in the club. What you weren’t happy about was the canceled dates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even come over to spend the night, opting to stay at the club house in his dorm because he was taking care of shit as he liked to put it. You had grown exhausted waiting for him at restaurants and then looking stupid as you had to tell the waiters your date wasn’t showing up. You were exhausted of the food you put an effort into making going to waste because he wouldn’t show and when he did even the leftovers went untouched because he already ate. You were exhausted from the effort and time you put into stopping by the clubhouse, figuring if he couldn’t come to you that you’d go to him. But even those occasions were met with his quick words of I can’t hang out right now, club shit. So eventually you just had enough. He wasn’t putting in any effort and you deserved more than that. Deserved more than a few measly texts a day that didn’t even contain a simple I love you. And you told him as much when you went to the clubhouse for the sole purpose of getting your key back to your apartment and to tell him you were through. Lord knows if you tried to schedule a time to talk it would’ve inevitably gotten canceled.

“Hey, sweetheart. Looking for Angel?” Ez had asked you as you pulled into the junkyard and exited your car. He was wiping grime off his hands with a cloth, looking like he was fixing up the bikes.

“Yup. I’ll spoil the surprise for you now but I’m here to dump your brother.” You were annoyed to say the least, at your wits end with the older Reyes. You were also honestly a little mad at yourself for not doing this sooner. Could’ve saved you from looking pathetic out in public a few times.

Ez’s eyes widened and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Jesus, What happened?” He asked, taking on a sympathetic tone. You loved Ezekiel like your own brother. He was always looking out for you and had become a great friend since you started dating Angel. Which is why you could only hope you two could remain friends even after this.

“I got tired of showing up for someone who isn’t willing to do the same.” You shrugged and then walked toward the house. Once inside you spotted Angel immediately, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand as he talked with Coco and Gilly. So this was what he was doing instead of making time for you. They looked over at your presence and Angel stood up, a smile on his face.

“Hey, querida. What are you doing here?” He said, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your temple. Honestly, it was more affection than you had gotten all month. You didn’t make any move to lean into him.

“We need to talk.” Is all you said before Coco and Gilly awkwardly shared a look.

“I’m a little busy, mam–”

“Yeah, life as secretario looks so fucking busy.” You snapped and he backed away to look at you. His face contorted in confusion and anger.

“The fuck?” And that was Coco and Gilly’s cue to go outside, leaving just you and Angel.

“I need my key back to my apartment.” You stated, getting right into it. Trying to mask what you were really feeling. This was already hurting like a bitch despite the trajectory of your relationship recently. You loved Angel, you really did. But you loved yourself enough to know that you didn’t deserve putting in your all in this relationship as he gave you nothing in return.

“Come again?” He set his bottle down and gave you all his attention. That was a first.

“My key. Give it back. I’m done with this.” You motioned between you two. You were being a little more petty than you wanted to be. Originally you had planned to just have a civil conversation about leaving him but he couldn’t even extend that courtesy with his shit poor excuses so why should you? Besides, there was nothing civil about you and Ange Reyes.

“Wait, what the fuck are you talking about?” He was angry, now getting the gist of what you were doing.

“You heard me. We’re done. Give me my key back.” Angel shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

“Fuck no. I’m not giving you shit back, we’re not done. The fuck are you talking about? Where’s this shit coming from?” Of course it was just like Angel to try and control the situation, act like he was in charge.

“You’re really asking me why?” You honestly don’t know how he could see this as a blindside. Honestly, he should be surprised you didn’t dump his ass sooner.

“Mami, stop playing fucking games.” He stepped closer, eye simmering with rage. How ironic.

“Angel, when was the last time we fucked?” You asked, trying to figure out how to gauge this conversation. Some part of you did want to just dump him and then leave, offering no explanation because the angry part of you felt like he didn’t deserve one. But maybe by explaining it you were doing a solid for the next girl that would come after you. Your heart restricted at the thought. Your stomach filling with lead. You pushed that away, now was not the time to sit in your grief, right now you were controlled by your anger and your disappointment.

“Wha–I don’t know…” He trailed off thinking. Probably confused by your question and what it had to do with you leaving him.

“Exactly. Angel, you’ve barely touched me this past month and I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve been stood up by you these past few weeks alone. You’re never around, Angel.” You pointed out. You felt your nose start to burn and you mentally cursed yourself for wanting to cry. You were supposed to put on this facade, you were supposed to act like you weren’t deeply devastated at the fact that you had to do this in the first place. But you were, sitting in your anger was only going to get you so far until that simmered out and the pain creeped in.

“I told you I–”

“Your busy, yeah, I got that.” You quipped. He tried to grab your hand but you pulled it away and he scoffed.

“You serious right now? I miss a few dates and you want to leave me? Nah, that’s not how this works. You talk to me about it.”

“Talk? Are you fucking serious? When could I have talked to you, hmm? I’ve made plans with you three times this week alone and you flaked on all of them, it's not even fucking Friday. So when could I have talked to you? You don’t fucking care.”

He stepped up to you and pointed at you, “do not say I don’t fucking care.” He was pissed, just now realizing the gravity of the situation. Just now realizing you weren’t fucking around. You were glad for it, maybe he’d take it seriously now.

“You don’t. If you cared I wouldn’t be up late at night wondering if you’re okay because you didn’t bother to shoot me a text. If you cared I wouldn’t look like an idiot to half the fucking waiters in this town because you didn’t bother to show up. If you cared, Angel, I wouldn’t have to touch myself at night because my own man can’t bother to please me.” You knew you were getting through to him during your spiel but his stare turned murderous when you questioned his abilities to please you. Of course that was what got his attention.

“The fuck you just say to me?” He towered over you now but you weren’t going to let him intimidate you. You were in charge of this situation, not him.

“Which part needs repeating? When I said you keep standing me up or the part where I said you don’t please me in bed?” You fired back. Gone was the grief again, your rage taking its turn to control you once again. Your emotions were all over the place but so were you and Angel.

“Careful, mami.” He said, voice low and threatening. You snorted.

“Why? Afraid your club will hear how you don’t know how to please a woman.” Next thing you know you were being shoved against the wall. Breath knocked out of you at the quick and forceful action. His hand latched onto your throat now. Your center throbbed, like a call to tell you that you needed this. You definitely didn’t want to but your fingers only did so much.

It was all shit, Angel did know how to please you, that is when he could be bothered. But you knew how to press his buttons just right, how to make him angry like no one else could. And you wanted him upset, you wanted him angry because he had hurt you.

“You know that’s not true. Had you screaming last time.” He said in your ear as he trailed his hands down your waist and to your ass. Pulling you closer to him to grind himself against you. You swallowed hard. You had missed his touch, had missed him being this close. Your senses were going haywire, not knowing which way was up or down, not knowing what the fuck you were here to do in the first place. All you could feel was him, all you could smell was him. All you wanted was him. But you knew right now you were thinking with your pussy and just because you wanted him still did not mean you didn’t want to break up with him. But your vibrator and fingers were doing a shit job at giving you what you needed, and well, if this was the end, you needed the release only Angel could provide you with. Despite you telling him only moments ago that he offered nothing in bed.

“Maybe I was faking it.” You weren’t. You couldn’t fake reaching literal heaven every time Angel sank inside you. But he didn’t deserve to hear that right now. He squeezed your throat, bringing you a sense of euphoria.

“Faking it? Yeah, let’s see you fake this, mami.” He unbuttoned your jeans and slid his hand inside your panties. You cursed yourself for being so wet already.

“You wet because you’re faking it?” He asked, lips right at your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine and caused your core to clench around nothing. He felt it though. He laughed under his breath and you wanted to slap him for being so cocky after everything. But it wouldn’t matter once this was over. You’d let him have his fun now. Let him think he was in control one last time.

“I don’t think so. You’re always wet for me, always so damn needy. Always so fucking ready to take me.” He turned you around and pushed you against the wall, pulling at your hips for your ass to grind against his crotch. His dick was already hard and straining in his pants. You let out a moan. You didn’t care that you were out in the open, didn’t care that his words pissed you off mostly because they were true. Didn’t care that this was going to be the last time. No, all you cared about in this moment was getting Angel inside you and coming around his cock.

“Then fuck me, Angel. Prove you can actually please me.” You spurred him on. Needing your release already. Craving it.

“My fucking pleasure.” He said, obviously not in the mood to drag this on any longer. He made quick work of yanking your jeans and panties down and you heard him fumbling with his own pants. You felt the tip of his cock slide against your slit, getting himself slicked for you with your juices. You moaned as the head nudged against your clit. Your body was on fire. The white hot need inside you, pooling in your stomach, was screaming for a release. And you were about to get one.

“Fuck me already. Or did you forget how to do it?” You wanted it rough and hard, wanted him to leave bruises on your hips and feel you ache of him days later. You wanted something to remember him by.

“Shut the fuck up.” Was all he said before slamming into you, filling you up. You screamed at the force and at how long it had been since he was last inside you. The stretch hurt so good and you pushed against the wall to meet his brutal thrusts. He wrapped a hand around your throat again as he dug his fingers into your hips, forcing you on his length over and over.

“So fucking tight. This what you wanted, mami? So fucking desperate for my cock?” You whined at his words because they were true. But you didn’t want to admit it.

“I want it harder actually.” You were hanging on by a thread here. All that pent up frustration from spoiled orgasms from your fingers to hating Angel for leaving you high and dry. It was all coming together to create a thunderous symphony of emotions, one that was about to hit its crescendo.

Angel didn’t disappoint as he pounded you from behind, trying to reach his release as desperately as you were trying to reach yours. The hand that was on your throat immediately made way to your clit.

“Fuck, Angel.” You cried out as he rubbed the numb, never relenting in his pace. Tears were forming in your eyes. From the stimulation or from the breakup that was still going to happen, you didn’t know. All you knew right now was Angel.

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna come, mami? Gonna come on my dick?” You grabbed his arm to roll your hips both on his fingers and back onto his cock. Pleasure was hitting you from all angles and you were about to break. You clenched down on him, wanting him to reach his release too. Wanting to feel him fill you up.

“Oh fuck!” He yelled out as you clenched around him. He bit your shoulder to control himself and you groaned at the sting that accompanied his bite. It was all too much and not enough. Which was sign enough that you were right on the precipice.

“Gonna come.” You barely got the words out, mind too wrapped up in literally everything else. Everywhere Angel was touching.

“Do it. Let me hear you.” He rubbed just right on the bundle of nerves as his cock pistoned inside you and you were done for. You dived right off that cliff. Your back arched as you screamed his name. Your vision went black for a moment as you fucking drowned in your high. Angel diving right in after you as you felt him spill inside you and curse your name. You finally came back to the present, catching your breath as the aftershocks of your orgasm started to fade in waves. You suddenly became aware of the situation again. Became aware of why you were here. As mind blowing as that climax was, it didn’t change anything. You turned around as you lifted your pants back up, Angel doing the same. Once he finished buttoning them you pulled him in for a kiss. Putting everything you had into it, what was left of your energy. He kissed you back with the same intensity and you cursed him because this was all you had been asking for. For him to love you, for him to give you something. But he didn’t and this was not going to change anything.

As his tongue slipped into your mouth, you slid your hand into his back pocket and pulled out his keys and pulled away from him. He was confused until you backed up from him and started to unhook your key from his key ring.

“What the fuck….” Of course he was confused, of course he thought sex was going to fix this. You pushed the keys against his chest and he held your hand against his chest, realizing what was happening, what was still happening.

“No…” He shook his head, realization dawning on him that the sex was one last sweet release before you left. A goodbye. Not a makeup.

“Don’t do this shit. Don’t do this to me, baby.” He shook his head, eyes glossy. Words breaking. Your heart cracked, gone was the intense high he just gave you and instead there you were, right back in the low of it all.

“You did this to yourself, Angel. Goodbye.” You swallowed hard and tugged your hand out of his grasp, he let out a breath. You turned around and walked out the door with your head high. Walked out leaving him behind to deal with what just happened. Walked out and into the shit storm that was going to be the next few weeks of getting over one Angel Reyes.

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incorrect-toriko-quotes · 2 years

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Toriko: I bet you can't eat 17 crayons

Zebra: I bet I can

Coco, watching silently from the other side of the room:

#four heavenly kings #coco as responsible older brother #coco #toriko #zebra #zebura #toriko character #source: unknown #but probably tumblr #incorrect quotes #crayons #more of the kings eating non-food items lol

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samwilsonsbabymama · 3 years

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A Change of Scenery: A Surprise

Pairing: Dad!Angel Reyes x Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)

Summary: Y/n spends time with a friend as she deals with Angel being on a long run handling club business. When Angel returns, Y/n has a surprise for him, but he has one for Y/n as well.

Warnings: 18+, fluff, smut, cockwarming,

Word Count: < 3,300

A/N: Here’s part 4! I’m blown away with the response to this fic! Thank you all for showing me so much love, you don’t know how much I appreciate it! Big thanks to @my-rosegold-soul for being such a big help and for being an all around amazing person 💖☀️💖

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨

While Angel and Coco were preparing for their run in a few days, you, Coco’s girlfriend, Alexandra, and the kids went out to lunch. You always had a great time when you hung out with Alex. She was exactly like Coco in every way and being around her always made you feel better. She had a light about her that filled a room when she walked in, and everyone loved her.

The two of you spent a lot of time together when Angel and Coco were away on longer runs, and this one was no exception. As you waited for your food to come, you planned out what you were going to do while the boys were gone.

Alex ordered mimosas for both of you, and she eyed you curiously when you chose to drink water instead.

“So, is there something you want to tell me?” Alex asked as she sipped her drink.

You raised your eyebrow in question and smiled when she pointed to your untouched drink. You glanced at your two kids before you reached into your purse and pulled out the envelope.

“I found out yesterday,” you said as you pulled out the ultrasound photos. “I haven’t told Angel yet because I want to do something cute to tell him. It sucks that he has to leave in a few days.”

Alex bounced in her seat as she looked at the photos.

“Wait a minute,” she gasped. “Y/n, why are there two arrows?”

Your face lit up at the question. “Because,” you glanced towards Imani and AJ to make sure they weren’t listening, “I’m pregnant with twins!”

Alex squealed at the news, “I’m so excited for you! Angel is going to flip the fuck out!”

“Shhh, Alex!” you chastised, but you laughed along with her.

“We have to find the perfect way to tell Angel!” Alex said. You could already see the wheels turning in her mind.

You smiled at her excitement, and you couldn’t wait to see what the two of you came up with.

After the four of you ate, AJ and Imani begged to go see Letty. It had been a few weeks since she last babysat and they missed her. Alex gave in and the two young children kissed you goodbye before climbing into Alex’s car.

Angel was home when you got back and when he realized the kids weren’t with you, he was all over you. Since he was going to be gone for around three weeks, he wanted to make sure you didn’t miss him too much. This wasn’t the first run he’d gone on during your relationship, but it was going to be the longest one so far, and you felt as if he were apologizing for leaving for so long.

Moments after you walked through the door, Angel had you pinned beneath him as he thrust slowly into you. Your eyes were screwed shut as he whispered sweet words into your ear. Angel had teased that you couldn’t stay quiet while he was inside of you, and you were trying your hardest to keep quiet, but he was making it so damn hard.

You felt him everywhere as he talked you through your orgasm. He swallowed your cries as you came around him and his thrusts never slowed. You wrapped your legs tighter around him as you came in an attempt to pull him in deeper.

Angel pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach before sliding back in. His fingers dug into your waist as he continued to fuck you. Your pants were getting louder by the second as Angel split you open. A sharp slap landed on your ass before Angel laid his full weight on top of you.

“Shhhh, mi dulce, you gotta be quiet,” he said into your ear. His body covered yours as he fucked you and he made you feel small. His fingers laced with yours as he continued to rock into you.

“Angel, please,” you whispered.

“Please what, Y/n?” he teased.

“Please, please, please,” you didn’t know what you were begging for, but you knew that Angel would give it to you.

“You feel amazing, Y/n,” Angel praised. “You’re gonna feel me for days after this.”

You nodded and clenched around him.

“This is the one, Y/n, I know it is,” he said. His hips moved faster and your whines filled the air.

Angel thrust into you harder and faster as he chased his high. You came around him once again, the tightness of your walls sending him hurtling into his release. His hips stuttered as he released his load into you. You both groaned at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You felt him slip out of you, and you groaned at the loss.

You closed your eyes in content and sighed. Just as you were slipping into a peaceful slumber, Angel shook you awake.

You grumbled as he continued to gently shake you.

“Lemme sleep, Angel,” you grumbled again.

“I will, just…” he paused.

You peeked your eyes open and looked at him. “Hmm?”

“Just come keep me warm,” he mumbled.

That got your attention. You moved as fast as you could and climbed on top of him. Angel chuckled and his arms moved to pull you close. Angel slowly pushed himself into you, aware of your sore body. Once he was fully inside of you, you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Between Angel’s roaming hands and the sound of his heartbeat, you were lulled to sleep in no time.

During the weeks that Angel was gone, you spent time with Alex. She’d come up with a great idea of sending Angel on a scavenger hunt and announcing your pregnancy at the clubhouse. And a few days before the boys were due to come back, Alex spent the day at your house helping you get ready.

“I found these shirts for Imani and AJ that say ‘Big Brother’ and ‘Big Sister’ on them,” Alex said as she pulled out her phone to show you the pictures.

“I like those,” you chewed on your lip.

Alex sensed your mood change and looked up. “What’s wrong, mama?” she moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“What if this is too much for Angel?” you began to cry. “What if we moved too fast and this pushes him away from me?”

Alex held you in her arms as you cried. She rocked you side to side and let you get all of your worries out. When you stopped crying, she pulled back and looked into your eyes.

“Angel is not going to leave you, Y/n,” she said. “From all the time I’ve known him, he has been his happiest with you. I don’t even remember him being this happy with AJ’s mother all those years ago.”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes and gave Alex a watery smile. “Thank you, Alex.” you sniffed again.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asked as she pulled you into her side.

You shrugged, “A few days, it’s been really hard without Angel this time.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Alex rubbed your back, “I’m going to come and stay with you until Angel gets back. I’m sure Letty will enjoy some time to herself.”

You both laughed at the thought because you knew for a fact that Letty would jump at the chance of being in the house alone.

You looked at the clock and perked up a bit.

“I’m going to tell Imani and AJ today,” you started looking for your keys so that you could pick them up from daycare.

“Want me to come with you?” Alex asked.

You shook your head, “No, you don’t have to. I’ll take them out for ice cream and maybe to a movie. Ya know, butter them up a bit, soften the blow.”

Alex chuckled, “You know how sweet my niece and nephew are; they’re gonna be the best big brother and sister in the world.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, those two are pretty sweet.”

After you promised to call Alex when you were on your way home with the kids, you made your way to the daycare.

Your heart melted when Imani and AJ ran up to you when they saw you.

“Mommy!” they cried in unison. They both told you about their day at the same time, often finishing each other’s sentences.

You drove straight to their favorite ice cream shop and they cheered when you parked. You helped them both out of the car and ordered their favorite ice cream while they found a place to sit.

You sat in silence for a few moments while they ate.

“So, I have something to tell you two,” you were a little nervous but you needed to get this out. “AJ, you’re going to be a big brother, and Imani, you’re going to be a big sister.”

“But I’m already a big brother,” AJ responded with a confused look on his face.

“You’re going to be a big brother again, and Imani is going to be a big sister for the first time,” you clarified. Even though they were the same age, Imani and AJ thought it was important to remind everyone that AJ was older than Imani… even though it was by a couple of months.

Imani’s face lit up when what you said registered.

“I’m going to be a big SISTER!” she yelled and bounced in her seat, a bright smile gracing her face.

“Wait! Are you buying a baby!” AJ exclaimed, his excitement matching Imani’s.

You couldn’t help but laugh at what AJ said, you were ecstatic that they were happy about the new additions.

“Well, no, I’m not buying a baby,” you clarified. “There’s a baby in my belly… well actually two babies in my belly.”

Imani shrieked, “Two babies! Mommy has two babies in her belly!”

You were thankful that the shop was empty as you tried to quiet Imani down but AJ joined in with her.

“Imani, do you know what this means?” he questioned and gently shook his sister, and she shook her head. “This means that I get a baby, and you get a baby! We both get our own baby!”

The excitement that the two of them had filled your heart with love. You knew that if they reacted this way, then Angel’s happiness would be even greater.

On your way home, you called Alex to let her know that she could head over to your house. When she arrived, Imani and AJ practically tackled her to the ground.

“Did you know that mommy is having a baby?” AJ screamed when Alex walked through the door.

“And she’s having a baby for me too!” Imani interjected as she climbed onto Alex’s lap.

Hearing their excited words reminded you that this needed to stay a secret for a few days. You and Alex exchanged a look before you sat across from them.

“Imani, AJ, we need to talk.”

When they saw the serious look on your face, they quieted and gave you their full attention.

“I know you are excited about the news,” you began, and you reached out to take their hands in yours. “But we need to keep it a secret because Daddy doesn’t know yet.”

“Why not?” AJ asked.

Your shoulders dropped. “I haven’t had a chance to tell him, but we’re going to tell him when he comes home in a few days.”

“Your secret is safe with me, mommy,” AJ zipped his lips and locked them and Imani nodded and mimicked him and they both stuck the ‘key’ in their pockets.

The next few days flew past thanks to having Alex in the house with you. When Angel texted you that he would be home in an hour, you two set your plan in motion. Alex left to go do her part and you got yourself and the kids dressed and ready to leave. Before you left, you placed the first clue on the bed for Angel to find.

You made your way to your hiding spot outside of the clubhouse when Angel called you.

“Mi dulce, where are you?” Angel’s voice rumbled through the phone.

“Did you see my letter?” you asked, completely ignoring his question.

“I did, but I thought I’d be able to come home and spend the next few hours between your-”

“You’re on speakerphone, Angel!” you yelled as you drowned out the end of his sentence.

Angel chuckled, “I keep forgetting. Hi AJ and Imani, I hope you were good for mommy while I was gone.”

“Always, Daddy!” Imani yelled.

“Did you find the card, Daddy? You gotta come find us!” AJ yelled.

“Yes you do, Angel,” you added. “The clock is ticking, Mr. Reyes.”

“I’m reading it now,” he paused as he read the words on the paper. “Okay, I’m heading to the kitchen to look in the fridge.”

“I’m not going to stay on the phone with you though, your last clue will lead you to me,” you said.

Angel grumbled, “How many clues are there?” he was on clue #2 and searching for the third.

“There’s only ten.”

“Only ten?” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yup, now, I’m going to let you finish-”

“I’m trying to finish inside of you, but-”

“Angel,” you snapped, “speakerphone. As I was saying, I’m going to let you finish, and when you’re done, you can come find us.”

“Hmmm, Coco just texted me saying that you’re sitting across the street from the clubhouse.”

“Angel, please do the scavenger hunt,” you pouted.

“Anything for you, mi amor,” Angel replied before the two of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Since everyone knew that you were at the clubhouse, you pulled in and parked near the door. Before you got out, you made sure that your jacket was zipped as well as the kids’ jackets.

“Now remember, keep your jackets zipped until I tell you to take them off,” you reminded the kids.

Part of Alex’s job was to get Felipe and EZ to the clubhouse before Angel got there, and by the looks of the parking lot, she had succeeded. You also knew that since Angel knew where you were, he would not finish the scavenger hunt, so you had about 5 minutes to get ready.

The moment you went inside, Imani and AJ took off looking for their tios, leaving you by yourself, so you headed over to the bar.

“So are you gonna tell me why Alex practically dragged me out of bed saying that I needed to be here?” came EZ’s voice from behind you.

“You’re gonna have to wait to find out,” you shrugged before giving him a hug and spotting Felipe making his way over with a smile.

“Mija, how are you?” Felipe asked when EZ released you from his hold. “What’s this all about? Where’s Angel?”

As if he had heard his name, the sound of his bike filled your ears and you smiled. You called out to Imani and AJ and had them stand next to you in the middle of the clubhouse.

Angel’s eyes landed on you the moment he walked in and he took calculated steps to get to you.

“What’s all this for, mama?” he asked after giving you a kiss.

“AJ and Imani have something to show you,” you smiled, giving the kids the ‘okay’ to unzip their jackets.

Angel kneeled down to get a better look at their shirts, his eyes flipped between the two for a few moments before his eyes filled with tears.

“Do you like our shirts, daddy?” Imani asked as they stood in front of him.

“I love them, princess,” he said, his voice cracking a bit. “You’re finally going to be a big sister, huh? And AJ’s gonna be a big brother again?” he hugged the two bouncing kids and his shoulders shook as he cried.

When he pulled back, he wiped his eyes before you took a step closer to him. You threaded your fingers in his hair as he placed a kiss on your belly. You two cried together for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“So you’re pregnant?” he asked, his fingers gently grazed your belly as you nodded. “I bet it happened right before I left, I knew that was the one,” he replied with a cocky grin.

You shook your head. “Actually, it happened before that. Way before that,” you replied. “I umm, I might have known before you left.” You chewed your lip as you waited for his response.

“Before I left? And you didn’t tell me?” he pouted.

“I wanted to do something cute,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re lucky that I love you, Y/n,” Angel said with a chuckle.

“Oh! Do you want to see my shirt?” you beamed at him, and when he nodded, you took a step back. You slowly removed your jacket and revealed your shirt to him allowing him to read it. You held your breath as you waited for his reaction.

“Twincess? I don’t-” he gave you a confused look before it clicked. “Wait, so, you’re telling me that I knocked you up twice? I got you pregnant twice!” he shouted before pulling you back to him.

You laughed as everyone cheered around you and Angel. You looked back down at him and smiled, “Why are you still down on your knees, Angel?”

“You make me so very happy, Y/n,” Angel said as he grasped your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “I never thought, I’d find a love like this. Not only do you love me, but you love my son as if he were your own.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Angel shook his head and continued talking.

“You and Imani are a blessing, and I can’t remember what my life was without you,” Angel smiled as he watched you wipe your eyes. “I was planning on doing this at home and then spending the next few hours between these thighs after you said 'yes’.” He chucked when you playfully rolled your eyes. “But it looks like we’re going to do it here.”

“I’m not having sex with you here again, Angel,” you grumbled when everyone laughed.

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Coco yelled from across the room.

You felt your face get hot as you were filled with embarrassment, but Angel only laughed. “Hey, mind your business,” he chastised Coco before turning back to you and shuffling so that he was on one knee.

“Y/n,” he held your gaze and pulled out a little black box from his pocket. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re who I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth by becoming my wife?”

Tears are falling freely from your eyes now as you stared into his eyes. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone other than Angel. Your hand shook as you nodded your head.

“Yes, I will marry you, Angel.”

As soon as he had the ring on your finger, he cupped your face and kissed you like never before.

Part Five

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uhhhhsmut · 3 years

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Tobirama

You had been fresh out the shower, it was a chilly night and you always went out of your apartment late so you could avoid Tobirama. For some reason he hated you and your whole family. You’ve heard how bad he treats his women and you’d be scared to even be around him.his brother hashirama tries to keep him in check but he still finds away to do what he does.

your father had killed his father, you come from a bloodline of gang leaders so you were always brought into mess. Tobirama wasn’t so into your family, just you. a while back he took you from your brothers, forcing you to stay with him, you did everything for him. the things you got in return for doing so just made you wanna stay more and you felt so guilty about them.

you went to school with him, he’d just mess with you. he’s the one who put that scar on your cheek, your father had been especially mad about it so he took you out of school, so doing online was all you knew.

you left your hair in it’s fluffy state. your skin was a light brown, color. like caramel. your eyes were different, one was a greyish black and one was brown. it had run in the family.

you put on your glasses and put on some grey biker shorts, that fit tight and were a little too short but it was all you had at the moment. your dirty clothes bin had been full and mostly all your clothes that were appropriate had been worn. you don’t like going out of your apartment during the day because of tobirama but even then you were still scared to go out at night.

you grabbed a jacket that fit like a cropped jacket and rubbed coco butter all over your body. the jacket showed a bit of your under boob but nobody would see, it was like 3 in the morning so you guessed no one would be out.

you grabbed your dirty clothes bin, knowing you’d have to take 2 trips. you headed out of your apartment room, the atmosphere was empty almost and it was very cold. you didn’t have on any shoes, just socks because you didn’t feel like wearing shoes.

you couldn’t help but get the feeling as if someone was watching you but you shook it off pressing the elevator button. it opened and you stepped inside going to the last floor. once you were there you walked into the laundry room finding a washing machine to go to. you put your clothes inside of it. you carried your bucket back up to your room.

you placed the rest of your clothes in the bucket going back downstairs, putting the rest in another washing machine. you headed back to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. the doors opened and there stood tobirama.

you dropped your bucket, he looked so much older. his grey hair much longer, his muscles were showing through his navy blue turtle neck. when did he become so buff? you hadn’t seen him since forever. he looked at you and sighed.

“get in.” he told you, his voice deep. “why are you here?” you asked and he leaned from off of the wall of the elevator, “get in and i’ll tell you. i won’t hurt you. i promise.” he stated, staring at you with those red eyes of his.

you picked up your empty bucket, the doors were about to close and he stopped them before you could even walk away, he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you inside, leaving your bucket. he examined your body, “you knew i was coming over.” he stated referring to what you were wearing.

“i’m- i’m not yours anymore.” you told him. when he kidnapped you he told you that he wouldn’t kill you just teach you a lesson about “being in his way”. he did umm...teach you a lesson but it wasn’t that.

“i still didn’t get to teach you a lesson. and yes you still are mine-

“hashirama wouldn’t like that.” you told him and he looked at you angrily, hashirama hated how he treated you. “you have no control over me so just leave me alone. you know hashirama won’t let you get away with-

he stood in front of you getting closer and closer until you heard your back hit the elevator wall. “i need your help again. stop acting like you don’t know what i came for.” he stated and your mind wandered off to the things you used to do when you were his. that’s what you had really wanted to end. you’d try your hardest avoiding because you knew how wrong what you guys had been doing. you thought about what your father would think.

the elevator doors opened and he followed closely behind you. you knew not to yell or scream cause you’ve tried getting away from him before and it wasn’t so pleasant. you used your key to open your door and you walked inside your apartment turning on the lights.

you turned around to look at him, “can you go back and get my bucket?” you asked and he walked past you, looking around your living space. he walked back towards you leaning on the edge of your couch.

“when you give me what i want, yes.” he stated. you sighed, “i’m not giving you anything. this isn’t what i want.” you said.

“are you sure?” he asked and you looked down at his sweatpants seeing how hard he was. you figured you you could use that to your advantage. for some reason, you talking back and being smart to him was a turn on. he hated it but loved it.

you ignored his question going to make yourself a cup of tea. you grabbed the already made tea from your refrigerator, grabbing a cup from the top of the cabinet, your nipple got exposed but you didn’t care, he had already seen your naked body countless times.

you poured you some in a wooden cup and you knew he’d be mad if you didn’t bring him some. you poured him a cup, walking back to him, handing him a cup. “i taught you well.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“i don’t like you to say the least. you should be grateful that i even thought about you.” you said calmly and he sent a stare your way, his eyes were so intimidating, looking at him face to always scared you, keeping eye contact with him was hard but when you and him did what you did, that fear turned into lust.

once he was done drinking you sat your cups down on the little table you had in your living room. you stood at the arm of the couch again. “i’m getting impatient.” he told you and you sighed.

“well keep waiting, cause you not getting anything from me.” you told him as you watched him go to your room. you just let him do him. your older sister had been staying with you for a while, she had been in love with hashirama, he didn’t care about your father killing his but tobirama on the other hand...he hated you for it, he treated you as if you were responsible then fucked you as his way of saying sorry for treating you like it’s your fault. sometimes he’d just fuck you just because. you knew you were just being used, that’s why you hated everything.

he had his way with females but always came back to you and you always wondered why. you weren’t anything special. he came out of your room and walked back over to you. “Why me? Why do you keep coming back for me?-

he wrapped his hand around your neck and kissed you on your lips. his hands traveled down to your butt grabbing it, your lips parted in shock, he then pulled back kissing you on your neck, “they don’t do it like you. i can hate you all i want but-fuck- you’re addicting.” he growled in your ear. you moaned softly at the feeling of his lips on your neck. you didn’t realize how much you missed this. you needed him as much as he needed you. he lifted you up and you straddled him, he raised your jacket and smiled when he saw your nipple piercing and he looked up at you, “when’d this happen?” he asked, “ right after we stop-stopped having sex but i figured they were pointless though.” you said truthfully.

“why?” he asked and you turned your head as your cheeks went pink embarrassed to say why, “i realized i had nobody to show anymore but now that you’re back-

he took your breast in his mouth, his arm wrapped your waist making sure you didn’t fall. you placed your fingers in his hair, making it messy. you hadn’t had this from him in so long. he took your nipple between his teeth and moaned out in pleasure. he pulled your jacket back down and started to kiss you on your lips, you brung your hand to his cheek, his dick was pressing against your pussy, it was probably the hardest he had ever been. you moved your hips against it, moaning as he kissed you. he groaned as you could feel yourself soaking through your shorts onto his pants.

you pulled off his shirt, examining his body, you licked your lips grazing your hand over his chest landing at his pants. you started to untie his sweatpants, “fuck. look at what you did to my pants.” he said angrily, “it’s your fault.” you told him placing kisses along his neck, “your dick is making me wet, deal with it.” you told him placing hickeys on his neck, still slowly grinding against him, you felt his grip on your waist tighten and his hands now moved your hips against his length, making you even more wet.

“Tobi-Tobirama. fuck. i need it. i need you. i need to feel you inside.” he picked you up aggressively bringing you into your room. he let you go on the bed. he unzipped your jacket and he spread your legs looking at your soaked shorts. he pressed his print against your private area, his thumb brushing over it lightly. you moaned softly and he took out his dick, it was very hard and long. the veins showed clearly. you could feel your pussy start to throb.

he pulled off your shorts and shoved himself inside you and instantly started to pound his dick into your pussy. his hands gripped your waist tightly not letting you move. the feeling of his dick moving against your walls made you moan out in pleasure as you tried your hardest not to wake everyone in the apartment complex up. you tried to adjust to his size since he was so big but there no way you could get used to something this big.

“look at how you take my dick. such a fucking slut.” he told you picking up the pace of his thrust. you were so used to him talking to you rough. in fact you liked it, loved every part of it. your walls tightened around him and he clenched his jaw going harder, “and you wonder why i keep coming back to you? you have no idea how hard it’s been living without feeling this tight pussy of yours. nobody else is enough. nobodytakes me like you. nobody but you gets me like this.” he stated. you had never heard him say things like this so you figured you edge him on. “mhmm?”

“at first i thought, i have too much pride to fuck you but you started teasing me with the shit you wear. i noticed how perfectly curved your body was and how fucking pretty you looked in anything. i blame you-“ he panted wrapping his hand around your throat, fucking you senseless. you were so overwhelmed with everything.

“i blame you for making me so fucking tempted to fuck the shit out of you. i blame that smart mouth. i blame this tight ass pussy. i blame those pretty ass tits. i blame that perfect fucking face of yours and those pretty ass eyes. so fucking enticing.” he says, his hand on your neck getting stronger as he pushes himself inside you over and over again.

“Tobirama-“ you whine out too stuck on what he was saying to even see that you were about to cum. your walls clenched around him and as soon as you came a clear liquid came from your pussy, pouring onto his dick. his dick started to twitch inside you and you felt a warm liquid cum inside you. he pulled his self out of you. his cum spilling out of you onto your sheets. you opened your pussy lips with your fingers watching it come out. you rubbed some on your pussy before he flipped you over.

you arched your back and he rubbed your butt and opened up your pussy lips in the process. you felt his dick push inside you. with him being larger than last time you had no clue had to handle this, especially since this position allowed every single part of his length inside of you “i-its too big.” you told him and he grabbed your waist positioning himself inside you, not caring about what you said. he grabbed your hair roughly. forcing himself inside you further , your moans slowly turned to whimpers. this had felt so good. the sound of your ass clapping against his hips could be heard from outside but you didn’t realize that you had had your window open. you moaned into the pillow taking in his shape.

“hear how fucking wet your pussy is? see how much of a mess you’re making? i don’t care about anything but fucking this pink pussy of yours. ” he said holding your arms back with his hand, pulling you up by your hair. he started going faster and fucking you harder than before, your lips parted in awe of how fast he was going. all you could do was take it. you couldn’t moan or cry. you just had to take it.

“now that i’m back this pussy is mine and always will be. i wanna fuck your forever, wanna cum in you forever, wanna hear those pretty moans forever.” he stated as soon as you started to cum. “fuck. t-tobirama.” you cried as he continued to fuck you. he came inside you and you laid down in your bed out of breath.

you stood up and he grabbed your arm pulling you on top of him. “we’re not finished.” he stated placing his dick back inside you. you could never get used to the feeling. his back was against the head board. “i want you to ride me.” he stated and you placed your hands on his shoulders slowly moving up and down his dick. you started going fast, moaning breathlessly as you did. his hands stayed at your waist and he watched you as you did. your tittles bounced up and down as you rode him, cum dripped out of your pussy as you did so. everything was so messy.

he stared at you as you did this, and you could feel yourself coming, your walls tightened as you moaned out carelessly, tobirama placed his hands on your breast rubbing them gently as you rode him. you moaned out his name loudly, placing your head in his neck. “my legs hurt.” you told him, “let’s hurt them some more.” he stated placing your hands behind your back holding them, he started thrusting hisself inside of you and you started to tremble instantly. you were overwhelmed mentally and physically but still, he wanted to fuck you. your mind went blank, only moans came from your mouth and throaty groans coming from tobirama along with the sound of you getting fucked messily. your legs started to shake and his dick became unbearable, he started fucking you harder, getting deeper each stroke until finally both of you came. cum dripped out of your pussy onto his dick. you were filled with 3 full loads of his cum.

he kissed you on your shoulder, gently as you started to go to sleep. “come on. you can go to sleep after we take a shower. i know you’re tired.” he stated. you rolled off of him lifting up your leg to show him that it was still shaking.

“i can’t stand up.” you told him and he smiled, putting on his sweatpants rummaging through your drawers, “What the fuck do i get you to wear?” he asked and you smiled, “just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. i’ll be fine but what about you? i kinda sorta messed up your sweat pants.” you told him. “you still have my clothes from the last time i was here?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “no but i uhh...bought you some clothes in case you ever came back.” you told him embarrassed.

“so you push me away but somehow still hoped for me to come back? so what was the point in you even avoiding me?” he asked and you threw your jacket at him, “to show you that you can’t always have your way with me and i felt guilty for a long time letting you fuck me because you always made it a big deal before we even started having sex. you hated me-

“i still do. i will always hate you but my way of hating you works.” he said grabbing the clothes you left for him and you rolled your eyes. “i’m kidding. you’re way too good of a fuck and calming to be around for me to hate you.” he stated as he picked you up off the bed bridal style.

“we probably made a lot of noise.” he stated and you sighed burying your head into his neck, “i know and i don’t care.”

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Anonymous asked: Your cool literary takes on James Bond made me want to ask you this. I have to wear a tuxedo for a special occasion, can you give me some advice? I would welcome some style pointers from you as I respect your refined taste. What are your thoughts on men wearing the tuxedo? I think it’s a dying tradition because here in the US, where the tux was invented, it has all but disappeared as the choice of evening wear for any social events. Great blog posts but I only wish you would post more.

Thank you for your kind words about my most recent posts on Ian Fleming’s James Bond and also generally liking what I post. I too wish I could post more but unfortunately my time is taken up with the reality of work and other things even during these tough times of the Covid pandemic. But when I get a moment to myself I do enjoy posting as a way to detox from the pressures of work. I appreciate your continued support.

I got this question before Christmas so the thought had occurred to me that you were asking because you had a decision to make over the festive period. If so, I am sorry for tardy lateness of my response. But I trust what little advice I can give will help you in the future.

I always remember the maxim by the fashion designer, Tom Ford, who said, “Dressing well is a form of good manners.”

To me, for a man to wear black tie (or tuxedo) is the height of good manners. It used to be the case that every gentleman had one and it was perhaps the first suit to pack into a suitcase. Perhaps one of the few times I was ever envious of my older brothers as men was accompanying them with my father the first time they went to get fitted for a bespoke black tie at Henry Poole & Co - the Savile Row tailors that had been the regular choice of my grandfather and father for their clothing attire. Although both siblings later gravitated to other Savile Row bespoke tailors as they got older, that first Henry Poole black tie lasted them for a long time. The whole ritual around taking measurements took on a hushed sacred tone of a liturgy. Looking back it felt like a rite of passage for them as they passed from boyhood to adulthood.

The choice of wearing a tuxedo epitomises the desire - among people of means and social standing - to be fresh, clean and as attractive as possible when meeting on evening social events and attending high spirits affairs. This tradition was maintained also with the beginning of the use of the automobile, when there was no practical justification.

Before the Second World War, tuxedos and tails were still considered the only appropriate clothing for all the elegant social evenings. However, after the war, the traditional suit, or the work suit, began to be accepted more on informal evening and daytime occasions, and so the use of the tuxedo was limited to just formal evening gatherings only.

The tuxedo was completely remade in disco's image by the 1970s. A young, revolutionary generation looked at the conservative styling of the tuxedo and threw out nearly everything, keeping only the vague silhouette. Huge, floppy bow ties, colourful patterned jackets, shirts with ruffles and lace, and trousers that looked more like bell-bottoms became much more prevalent. The typical tuxedo in the '70s usually had at least two of these elements, if not all of them.

By the 1980s, a return to classic styling had thankfully re-emerged and tuxedos started looking more conservative.

By the late 2000s, as dress codes became diluted and misunderstood, formal-wear took another hit. Business-casual was the predominate dress code of the workplace and shiny black suits with matching ties had nearly supplanted traditional black-tie. Coloured dress shirts also began to trend in this era. Those who continued to wear traditional black-tie made it as simple as possible to match the casual aesthetic that a new generation preferred.

These days I think more and more young men are adopting the black-tie styles of the '30s and '40s. Midnight blue tuxedos have even made a comeback. I think high quality period dramas like "Mad Men" are at least part of the reason for the shift, with men growing nostalgic for a bygone era of neater, more crisp look.

People forget, as often as they do, that the original purpose of this elegant clothing was to replace the suit worn all day, allowing men to leave behind the dirt and smell of a day spent on horseback, not to bring it around the dining table.

These days the emphasis on informality has made it easier to make excuses for men (and women) to dress down to a street level of casual indifference (laziness) that I find aesthetically displeasing.

Moreover I find it a tad disrespectful to the sense of occasion and also an unkind ingratitude to the efforts made by the host or hostess in organising such an event. For those who think wearing black tie is a sign of social superiority, then respectfully they have not understood its true purpose. In following the dress code, it is in effect a sign of respect towards your fellow guests, as it has been put in place to ensure attendees are on the same level.

The origin of the tuxedo is a controversial subject of conversation in some circles. I know in the US it’s common to assume the tux was invented there but many have pointed out it was in England that its origins lie. Some fashion historians trace it back to the 17th Century as a tailless ‘smoking jacket’. In England during the 17th century, after dinner the gentlemen might put on a smoking jacket and retreat to a den or smoking room. Indeed in the beginning it was believed that the purpose of the ’smoking jacket’ ensured that their evening coat would not be burned by ashes nor absorb the smell of tobacco which the women found distasteful.

However these days there remain two theories about the first ever proper tuxedo that we would recognise today. In the first theory the tuxedo was invented by Pierre Lorillard IV of New York City according to one school of thought. Pierre Lorillard's family were wealthy tobacco magnates who owned country property in Tuxedo Park, just outside of New York City. At a formal ball, held at the Tuxedo Club in October 1886, the young Lorillard wore a new style of formal wear for men that he designed himself. He named his tailless black jacket the tuxedo after Tuxedo Park. The tuxedo caught on and became fashionable as formal wear for men.

The second theory, according to English clothing historian James Laver, has it that the idea of wearing black for evening wear was first introduced by the 19th Century British writer, Edward Bulwer-Lyttonn who wrote in 1828 that "people must be very distinguished to look well in black." It was only until later in the century that a village resident of Tuxedo Park, New York, James Brown Potter vacationed in England in the summer of 1886. Potter and his wife, Cora were introduced to the Prince of Wales {who later became King Edward VII} at a court ball in London. Potter asked the Prince for advice on formal dress. The Prince sent Potter to his own Saville Row tailor, Henry Poole & Co. Potter was fitted with a short black jacket and black tie that was unlike the formal tails with white tie that was worn in the United States for formal occasions.

The new tailless formal wear was said to have been designed by the Prince of Wales. It was Edward VII who in 1865 commissioned to his tailor Henry Poole to create a short blue evening jacket (midnight blue), to be used for informal evenings in his country estate of Sandringham. The Prince and his tailor drew inspiration from the British military uniforms of the time, which used short jackets with black ties.

This is where the two origins meet. James Brown Potter took the design back to the Tuxedo Club, where Pierre Lorillard modified it, named it, and made it popular during the Autumn ball. And so from that blessed bespoke collaboration between the Prince and Henry Poole & Co was born the ancestor of what everyone call today as tuxedos, the English ‘dinner jacket’ and the Americans ‘tuxedo’ - because of its original word spread starting from the homonymous village of Tuxedo Park.

Whatever the exact truth of its origin, black tie remains the evening attire par excellence. I’m flattered that anyone should ask me for style tips, especially regarding grooming and clothing for men.

I like to think that the true purpose of a man wearing black tie was to help the man show the humility to be an unassuming gentleman in effortlessly blending into the background so that his female companion could shine more by his side. A man in black tie was a gentleman who stood steadfastly there with an outstretched arm to make women feel more beautiful, but also to reassure them that all is right in the world.

If you get the opportunity to wear black tie then do please take it. The fact that you desire to wear one is already a great choice that makes you stand out from the loud bling-bling hoi polloi. But please don’t confuse wearing a black tie with snobbery. It isn’t, it’s just good manners. Manners maketh man as they say and so it’s not something one is born with but can only be learned. And don’t confuse fashion for style. The two are very different. Fashion is what you copy from others and style is what you express about yourself. Don’t conform to the passing fancies of the day (the loud, the garish, the attention seeking), or as Coco Chanel put it, ‘elegance is refusal’.

Always remember that style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.

In theory, the elegance of the tuxedo stems from its simplicity - it’s an ultimate classic, the one outfit one doesn’t mess around with. In practice, many men find the rules governing this suit and its accoutrements to be annoyingly complex and complexly annoying.

My basic rule for men is ‘kiss’ - Keep It Simple, Stupid.

Rule 1: Buy, don’t rent

It’s better if the black tie that you have is yours, and not rented. For one thing it’s a question of comfortability. You’ll be comfortable in your skin if you’re more comfortable in a suit that actually fits. Secondly, a rental doesn’t mean it’s good quality. The fabric is an important consideration.

In an ideal world you should get a bespoke tailored black tie made - ideally from any of the excellent tailors on Savile Row. But not all tailors are equal. Henry Poole & Co would be the traditional choice. I know for my older brothers they prefer Gieves & Hawkes and Huntsman because they have a more military draped cut, traditional but not stuffy.

In the long run it’s a once in a lifetime worthy investment if you take in consideration the cost of each potential rental along with how many times you would be wearing one throughout the coming years.

But I understand for many that may be an impossible proposition. The next best thing is to get a less expensive ‘made-to-measure’ black tie which is an increasing and welcome avenue for men to still have a suit or black tie made to fit them.

I would hesitate recommending buying off the peg because many high street brands have a rather relaxed attitude to tailoring and quality. If you must buy off the peg or rent then make sure the fabric is wool.

Rule 2: Black or Midnight blue and no other colour

Your black tie should be, to state the obvious, black. Not only is it the correct choice, it is the stylish choice. You can never go wrong with black. But if you’re feeling a tad adventurous go with Midnight blue. Midnight blue, being blacker than black, is not merely an exception to the rule but an exceptional choice for shimmering with distinction under the moonlight.

But what about white dinner jacket so beloved of James Bond or Indiana Jones? Yes, quite.

Traditionally, white was worn in place of a traditional black suit to deflect heat. This made it the perfect alternative for black-tie events that were held in the afternoon, during the Summer or at sea. The white jacket variation of black tie began was adopted in the early 1930s as a way for well-heeled vacationers to dress formally in the tropical heat without having to endure the heavy and dark-coloured fabrics that were standard for evening wear at the time.

While dinner suits have become much more lightweight since then, the light-coloured jacket has remained a popular warm-weather alternative to its ebony progenitor. However, without a proper understanding of its form and function, the white dinner jacket easily becomes a flashy gimmick. Subtlety and restraint are the keys to the successful execution of this classic variation.

Avoid other colours like the plague. I do notice from time to time in the shop windows here in Paris (as well as London and elsewhere) that some menswear boutiques display bright coloured dinner jackets.

Usually it’s the Italians (like Canali and Brunello Cucinelli who give in to their worst Italian impulses to show off their peacock flair) and others who really should know better (yes, the wine red velvet dinner jacket is very fetching but it belongs by log side fire, a cigar, and a cognac, so thank you Tom Ford). I even think some of them look nice and charming but it’s not black tie.

Besides a non-traditional black tie will be much more vulnerable to the whims of passing fashion where as traditional unfussy black tie can give peace of mind that it will never go out of style and thus will last longer.

Rule 3: Put yourself in a straight jacket

The first thing to decide is single or double-breasted and number of buttons. A safe and elegant option is one-button single breast which is both timeless and classical. Two buttons are fine, worn with the lower button undone. Double-breasted styles of any button configuration are also appropriate, but keep in mind that double-breasted jackets add some ‘bulk’ to the body. So take a hard look at your body type before you decide which one best flows off your shoulders. The buttons should be fabric-covered.

Hand in hand with the button style goes the lapel. The classic, formal option is peak lapel. Shawl lapel is somewhat less formal, but perfectly suitable. Shawl has become very popular, especially in slim versions. Notch lapels are frequently seen on off-the-rack tuxedos, but this is a more casual style, which should be reserved for suits. My preference would be to go for the peak lapel but make them sufficiently wide and not too slim.

The jacket was traditionally without vents, to keep seams (i.e. details) to a minimum, but double vents are also acceptable, providing comfort and movement. The pockets should be straight piped (slit without flap) and there should be a breast pocket.

Rule 4: Trousers, brace yourself

The trousers are ideally made without pleats or cuffs, with straight pockets following the side seam, in order to make them less visible. Black tie attire should never be worn with belts, so skip the belt loops. Traditionally one would use suspenders (braces) as it straightens the body shape as well as holds up the trousers. Choose black or white braces in fabric, rather than in leather, or in any case they should be matching the colour of the tuxedo. But I should note that side-fasteners are also a convenient option for some flexibility in the waist. The front closure should be clip-only, avoiding the button. Classically, the trousers will have a satin silk stripe covering the outer side seam on each leg, matching the lapel facing. This is a lovely detail, but nowadays sometimes considered old-fashioned. For this reason alone I would insist on it.

Rule 5: Don’t get shirty

The shirt should be plain white cotton, with a few distinct features. It should always have a ‘bib’ running down to front, which provides starchy stiffness (i.e. a higher level of formality). I’ve seen shirts in which vertical pleats in matching fabric are designed. I think they look plain and boring. Similarly if someone suggests to you a fly-front placket panel that covers the buttons and leaves a clean look then walk away immediately. Both these kind of shirts are for the lazy because they both want to avoid having to deal with those troublesome studs where the buttons would be.

I would advise always make sure your shirt has a starch like ‘bib’ that is attached made up of a textured pique fabric (pin dots), usually called Marcella. They look so much more elegant and classy.

Many would say that collar can be a normal Kent variety or a wing collar, which has little points turned down where the collar wings would be, but otherwise exposing the collar band. I personally think a wing collar is subject to whims of fashion and something best left in a 1920s set movie. Some can wear them very well (see Paul Newman in The Sting) but it depends on the girth of your neck. I think the wing collar can portray a man’s neck in an unflattering way.

I think the normal Kent collar is cleaner and classical, and it will never go out of style. The Duke of Windsor made the Kent collar hugely popular in his prime.

The cuffs should be double (French cuff), to accommodate cufflinks.

Many people also forego the buttons on evening shirts, instead leaving holes where you can attach studs (often matched with the cufflinks). If you are going to do that make sure that they’re mother of pearl studs.

Rule 6: Accessories are in the details

The shirt should not be visible at the waist, which calls for a something covering the gap between trousers and jacket, unless you opted for a double-breasted jacket. Traditionally, this is non-negotiable, but these days you often see people wearing no waist covering. My advice is unless you’re wearing a double breasted black tie (for which there is no need to wear a cummerbund) then always wear a cummerbund with a single breasted black tie.

You either use a cummerbund matching the bow tie (a cummerbund folds upwards, for convenient opera ticket storage) or a waistcoat. Please don’t commit the faux pas of making your cummerbund a colour other than black. Often people match their bow ties to their cummerbunds in garish bright colours which just defeats the object of why one wears black tie in the first place.

For the waistcoat, there are a few style options. Often, black tie waistcoats will have a rounded (horseshoe) cut with shawl lapels but a regular cut waistcoat is also acceptable. The key is to go simple and match the jacket fabric, facing and buttons. The back can be wool or lining, where we’d recommend the latter, to make the ensemble cooler. A stylish fob watch with chain would be a nice little detail that one can drop without telegraphing it loudly.

Consider having a white silk pocket square. You can fold it any way you like, but the so-called straight presidential fold is simple and sharp looking.

Socks must be knee length. Make them black. Again, the principle is one of clean lines and elegance. Disruptions below the trouser leg - stripes, shins, whatever - threaten to ruin the whole effect.

Shoes. Your shoes must always shine. This is one detail many men neglect. The shoes should be black patent leather. My preference would be for high quality Oxfords. I know some purists would insist that only opera pumps walk the one true path, but it is obvious on its face that those precious ribboned things, also called court shoes, are not completely in step with modern life. I know too that bit-toe loafers (thank you Tom Ford) are also more of the modern rage but I find them a little effeminate. So while I don’t see it as a style concession I do think Oxfords shined to a high sheen is the modern and best choice I would opt for a gentleman to go for. To me being comfortable in your shoes is also an equal and valid consideration.

Cufflinks and studs should be simple and classic, luxury metals and mother-of-pearl or onyx insets are nice touches. I know some punt for more personalised cuff links - like their regimental or college or some other institutional affiliation - and there is nothing wrong with that but I am on the fence about this. Generally I would leave that for your day time business suits. Showing off defeats the ethos of wearing the black tie in the first place.

Rule 7: ‘Sprezzatura’ up your bow tie

‘Sprezzatura’ is a gorgeous Italian word - first appearing in Baldassare Castiglione's The Book of the Courtier in 1528 - that means a disheveled elegance by way of studied carelessness. This perfectly sums up how one should wear the centre piece of the black tie - the bow tie.

Don’t be taken in by the very modern fad - thank you Hollywood and modern music pop stars - of wearing long neck ties (even if they are in black) as part of your black tie attire. Just don’t. It doesn’t matter how swish you may look you still are a prat for not dressing in real black tie.

Plain black silk and entirely self-tied. That’s a real bow tie.

Anyone and his dog can always identify a pre-tied bow tie by the fact that it's just a little too studied. Perfectly straight, perfectly symmetrical, and perfectly balanced. Just like plastic surgery, clip-on bow ties just look too perfect to be real. It is one of the most obvious signs that you're a style amateur.

Avoid pre-tied bow ties (and its ugly sibling the stick-on bow tie) like the plague....unless you’re a child who is unable to tie his own bow tie. But what if you don’t know how to tie a real bow tie? It’s never too late to learn. It’s the same level of difficulty as tying your shoes. If you don’t know ask someone who does know. If you’re buying a bespoke tailored black tie the tailor would most definitely show you how to do it. Easy peasy.

Remember bow ties are supposed to be imperfect and worn. That’s what makes the wearer authentic.

Perfect symmetry is not a goal worth pursuing here. Being an elegant gentleman is.

And that’s it. Those would be my informal rules for any man wanting to be a gentleman wearing black tie for a special occasion.

Thanks for your question.

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This is for @flowers-in-your-hayr 's 650 follower celebration! Congrats girl! Thanks for allowing me to choose the mood board and I REALLY hope you like it!

Ivar x reader

Word Count: 1675

Warnings: Sexual themes and violence.

Summary: Even the son of a mobster has his weaknesses.

Thanks to @shannygoatgruff for beta reading

This is the awesome mood board:

I know he's suppose to be a mafia boss, but I decided to make him the son of said mafia boss, hope that's okay 😅 Hope you all enjoy!

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It wasn’t the first time he had a gun pointed to his back.

He’d been at the mercy of such a weapon before, and had been the one to pull the trigger many times, without hesitation or remorse. The family business came first, after all.

Being the son of a mobster had put him in...precarious situations to say the least. Such an upbringing allowed him little room for fear and a sharper mind for detail, which was why he wasn’t deterred by the fact that there was a gun jabbed into his spine rather clumsily. He knew exactly who was on the other side of that weapon, and it made his lips turn up at the corners. She was trying to be intimidating.

“Are you going to shoot me, sweetheart?” His voice sounded rough, still high off the adrenaline from his earlier task. His hands were free of the blood from his target, but it still felt as though it lingered on his skin, thick and sticky. He took a drag from the cigarette between his fingers as he shifted to lean against their chosen tree, the other hand gripping his crutch. “I had to take care of some business for my father, and this is how I get greeted by my favorite girl?” He was teasing her, of course. He could feel her hesitate for just a moment before he heard the telltale sign of her annoyance. A click of her spoiled tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“Don’t tempt me.” Was her snarky reply, her lips lightly caressing the sensitive skin of his ear, teeth gently nipping, “I’m sure my grandfather wouldn’t object.”

Ivar huffed out a chuckle. So she wanted to play?

He smashed the cigarette on the bark of the tree before quickly pushing her against it, easily knocking the tiny black pistol he’d gifted her only weeks ago from her clammy hand, caging her in tight against his lean chest.

“You still need practice if you think you’re gunna shoot anyone that way.” His face inched closer to hers, a smirk curling on his lips as she took in a shaky breath. So innocent of the violence that surrounded her, so pure and yet, she welcomed the darkness that was Ivar Ragnarsson.

“And I don’t care what your grandfather thinks.”

“Neither do I,” She whispers, her own lips twitching into a smile, “Would I dare be out here with you at night if I did?”

“I’d say you’d be out here with me regardless, sweetheart.”

“The ego of a Ragnarsson is unmatched.” She rolls her eyes, snaking her arms around his broad shoulders. Her freshly manicured fingers ran over his shaved head, the hair rough and bristle like under her soft palm.

“And so are our good looks, hm?” He jokes, his fingers grasping her chin in a steady hold to plant a firm kiss over her mouth, in secret, as they always did. Such was the life of lovers from feuding families, subjected to secret meetings against a tree in an obscure park in Kattegat when the night was still young and they had nothing to do but be in each other's arms until the sun came up. It was the sun that tore them apart every time.

She hummed in satisfaction, following his movements eagerly as she pressed closer to him.

He would have taken her right there, right over the dewey grass warmed by the summer heat. Her skirt left little to the imagination, the bubblegum pink fabric reflecting her innocent nature that attracted him to her in the first place. He could easily just sneak a hand under and...no. She was too precious for that. He knew she loved to be romanced, loved the flowers and the champagne, the rose petals and expensive gifts befitting the youngest grandchild of his father’s rival.

Instead, his fingers skim over the soft skin of her thigh, submitting deeper into her kisses and deciding that his desire would have to wait until they fly off to Paris.

“My grandfather will kill you once he finds out.” She murmurs over his lips, her lashes fluttering in her nervousness. She’d always been her grandfather’s favorite, but he’d be less than pleased to discover her elopement with the youngest of the Ragnarssons.

“I don’t care.” Ivar mutters back, moving his lips down her neck and getting a good whiff of her expensive perfume.

“And Paris is so far away…” She continues with a pleasured sigh.

“It's the reason why we chose to go there, sweetheart, remember?” His voice was soothing, picking up on the anxiousness in her words, “Didn’t you want to see the Eiffel Tower? Notre Dame? Taste French wine? Wear Coco Chanel?”

“But my brothers–”

“I can handle Aethelred and Alfred.” He snorts.

Her older brothers were never really much of a match for Ivar. Well, maybe Aethelred had a chance, but Alfred? Nah. Ivar wasn’t worried. Though what did worry him was her clear hesitation. “Is this not what you want?” He takes her hand in his, observing the ring he presented to her just days ago. It was encrusted with the biggest diamond she’d ever owned. It looked perfect on her ring finger, on the hand that was never meant to take part in the affairs of family.

“Of course it is.” Her fingers work to smooth down the collar of his crisp white shirt, “I love you,” She whispers, bringing her glossy eyes to look at him. “But, I’ll miss my family. Grandfather will disown me.” She points out, “If we leave, it will be the perfect excuse for them to war.”

“Our families have been at each other's throats for years.” Ivar snorts, “Let them have their war.” She considers him in silence, letting the sound of the city streets surround them. With a gentle push to his shoulders, she bends to pick up the pistol he had knocked from her hands.

“You’re right.” She said suddenly, her eyes glowing with a certain mischievous charm that made Ivar swell with desire.

��Oh?” His brows shoot up with that boastful look of his.

“Mhm,” She grinned, her lips spreading wide over her teeth. She closed the gap between them and reached up to kiss him again, placing the gun to Ivar’s side and pulling the trigger. The blow of the shot wasn’t as loud as she initially thought, but it did put a scare to the squirrels and birds in their range.

Ivar’s eyes go blank as his mouth opens to speak, but no words could be formulated as he didn’t have the strength. His body jolted a bit, now leaning heavily on his crutch. His free hand moved from her waist to his own, touching the wound and pulling back to see his own thick blood spread across his pale palm. He swallowed thickly as he shivered, the pain now enveloping his body, and he staggered back without the coordination he fought to learn over the years.

Her face was void of emotion. She didn’t look so innocent anymore, not with the gun held expertly in her hand. She moved toward him without a word, kicking his crutch away from his weak grasp and taking a forceful hand to his shoulder, knocking him harshly to the ground.

He fell upon the grass with a scream, his voice coming back with brutal force as his legs seemed to crack under him. Panic began to set in as his hand blindly searched for the gun he had nestled to his side, only to realize she had taken it from him. His eyes blur a bit when he looks at her again, now with a gun in each hand and a frown etched on her face.

“I’m sorry, Ivar.” She says.

He couldn’t tell if her words of apology were said in true sincerity, at least, not anymore. His eyes fluttered as he cursed his gods for the injustice, for allowing him a weakness in the form of a woman. A woman he loved. He would’ve given up everything for her. He supposed he did in the end.

There was yelling now, voices of men he was quite familiar with, voices that made a fiery anger spread within him, but all he could muster was a bloodied cough. There was now a third gun pointed directly at him, and an intense pair of blue eyes that belonged to none other than Aethelred.

“I didn’t think you’d do it, sister,” The eldest of Ecbert’s grandchildren smiles wickedly, “I’m proud of you.”

“Come on.” Alfred’s voice calls out. Ivar could barely see him through his disorientation, stars dancing in his vision. Alfred snatched the weapons away from his sister and pulled at her arm, wanting her to leave the crime scene as soon as possible.

“Why?” Ivar quickly croaks out with all his strength, his neck muscles straining to lift his head to get one last look at her.

“Why?” Aethelred retorts with a scoff, “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re the smartest of your brothers. Too smart—”

“No.” Ivar in all his vulnerability still commanded respect, “Why?” They knew who he addressed, and both brothers turned to their sister, awaiting her response. She bites her lip, her eyes unable to stare into the deep blue ones of her false lover. After a moment, she finally looks at the dying man, lips set in a line and face once again as hard as stone.

“Im sorry, Ivar.” She repeated the empty apology that made his ears burn like poison. She shook away from Alfred’s grip, inching closer to Ivar until she was finally on her knees beside him. She takes the diamond ring off her finger and placed it into the small pocket of Ivar’s bloody white shirt. Her next words were said so softly, that he almost mistook it for a Valkyrie ascending to take him home. It was the last thing he would ever hear before his eyes closed.

“Family business comes first.”

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