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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

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prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

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musicallisto · 3 years

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Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can’t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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everything is you: two

A/N: I would like to thank you all for the overwhelming support I’ve received for Everything is you! I didn’t think I would get so many likes and such, but I really appreciate it! Alena, Cruz and Angel are such a cute family! I look forward to sharing more with you all. This chapter has been done for some time, meaning last night when i was procrastinating instead of studying. I wanted to post this before my exam just so you all can enjoy this. Hopefully I don’t write angst again after my exam like I did last time. Anyways! Hope you all enjoy this update! <3

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Alena walked in Vicky’s House, bringing in the groceries she got for the girls. She didn’t do it often, but when she could, she did a Costco run for the girls so they were fully stocked. Vicky watched as Alena brought the stuff in, chatting with one of her girls. She always wondered who Angel saved in a past life that he landed Alena. No questions asked, she always helped them out along with the other Mayans.

“Lena, mija, you don’t have to do this. You and your mother always spoil us.” Vicky told her as she watched her put the groceries away.

“It’s okay, we don’t mind helping.” Alena smiled, putting the last of the groceries away.

Myrna rolled her eyes, not a big fan of the saint, as she called her. She didn’t understand why everyone liked her so much, she was obviously faking it. No one could be this nice. And why was Angel hanging on to her every word? If Angel spent one night with her, this fake bitch would be nothing. If all he needed was someone to play mommy to his son, she would gladly do it. He was a cute kid, she could overlook that he wasn’t hers.

“Did you get the right milk this time?” Myrna questioned earning a look from some of the girls and Vicky herself. “What? Some people prefer fat free milk. Not everyone can be as skinny as her.”

Alena wasn’t exactly sure why Myrna was always hostile towards her, but she figured it was due to her infatuation with Angel. She told her time and time again that she wasn’t with Angel. Myrna would just scoff and roll her eyes. But Alena wasn’t trying to please her, her mother always said that not everyone would like you, and Alena didn’t mind. She didn’t need Myrna’s approval.

Kill them with your kindness, her mother would advise her.

“I bought three different kinds just in case.” Alena looked over at Vicky. “Is there anything else?”

“Alena, I already told you, you don’t have to do this. Riz helps us out enough.” Vicky wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her away from Myrna’s poor attitude.

“I know, but you all help with Cruz so much and when my mother and I didn’t have a place to stay you welcomed us.” Alena’s father left her family a few years back. Her mother didn’t work then, counting on her father for everything. They couldn’t exactly pay for rent so Vicky graciously opened her home to them.

“We’re family mija, of course I did.” She kissed her cheek. “Where’s your husband?”

Alena blushed. Vicky always referred to Angel as her husband, even though she knew that was far from the truth. Much like everyone in their inner circle, Vicky was impressed that Alena took Cruz in. She knew of Alena’s crush on Angel and his heroic ways when it came to her, but adopting a child was something different. She admired her and when she saw them now, it was for the best. Cruz was Alena’s son, no questions asked.

“Angel is at the clubhouse. I’m going there now.” Alena replied. “I hope the milk choices are good, if not I can always bring more next time.”

“Mija, Myrna can suck a dick. It’s fine, we appreciate everything you’ve given us.”

“Okay, I’ll be going now. I’ll come by next week and bring Cruz.”

“Okay mija, be careful on your way there.” She missed her cheek and watched as she got back inside the car.

Myrna came up behind Vicky, thanking god for Alena’s departure.

“I don’t know why you fall for her act. She’s not as innocent as she appears.” Myrna scoffed.

“Listen here, I tolerate you as a favor to my comadre. You keep running your mouth on my goddaughter and I will be forced to kick you out.” Vicky narrowed her eyes at the woman before her. “Don’t think you're special, I have other girls that can do your job. If Angel ever found out what you say about his wife, I’m sure you wouldn’t have a mouth to speak.”

“She’s not his wife.”

“Then run your mouth to him, see what he does.”

Myrna rolled her eyes watching as Vicky walked away. She would get Angel. She was certain a prude like Alena wasn’t doing shit for him.

Once he got a taste of her, Alena would be a distant memory.

==========

Alena drove up to the clubhouse, finding Angel, Gilly and Coco outside. They were watching EZ wash their bikes. Alena laughed, shaking her head. As soon as Angel saw her car, he stood up, throwing his cigarette to the ground. If he could help it, he never smoked around Alena or Cruz since they both had asthma.

“Hermana, why didn’t you tell us you were making a grocery run, we would have come with you.” Coco said as Alena opened the trunk.

“I just need a break, some time alone. Angel and Cruz drove me crazy last night.” Alena teased, elbowing Angel.

“So funny,” he kissed her and picked up a few beer cases to bring inside the clubhouse. Alena blushed at Angel’s gesture. She still wasn’t used to it because they technically weren’t together. She really wished he wouldn’t so she didn’t have to further confuse herself. It was fine, she knew where they stood.

“How you doing hermana? I feel like Angel keeps you all to himself and Angel Jr.” Gilly commented as he watched EZ and Angel bring the groceries in.

“You fuckers gonna help?” Angel asked.

“Naw, you got it handled.” Coco chuckled.

“I’m good, work and well you know the boys. I just came from Vicky’s.”

Coco frowned. “I thought I told you that we don’t like it when you go there without at least one of us.” He knew of Myrna and preferred if someone was with Alena whenever she went over. Myrna was a bitch for no reason since Angel didn’t want to give her the time of day.

“It was fine, I can handle her.” Alena waved her off.

“Handle who?” Angel questioned.

“My mom, I was telling Coco about my mom and how she’s been trying to set me up. He ran into my mom the other day.” Alena lied so well at times, it impressed Coco.

Angel rolled his eyes. “Can you believe Michelle found ten matches for her?”

Coco chuckled. “Prime real estate hermano.” They watched as Angel walked away. “I know you can handle her, she’s just a bitch.”

“I’ve handled worst.” Alena shrugged. “Don’t worry about me, I promise I’ll be fine.”

Coco nodded his head. “Alright, but if she even so much looks at you wrong, you tell me.”

“You tell us.” Gilly corrected.

“Yes, I got it.” Alena laughed. She made her way inside the clubhouse and was greeted by Bishop, Taza and Creeper.

“Preciosa, you spoil us.” Bishop greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off. “You’re family.”

“So since we’re family, you coming to the BBQ tonight?” Taza questioned after he greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Is your husband going to let you go? We all know how protective he is.” Creeper teased once he pulled away from her.

“Funny.” Angel joined in. “The wind isn’t so bad today, maybe you should come over Alena.” Alena has asthma and Angel was always cautious when it came to her. When it was too windy, along with the dust and dirt of the desert, it triggered Alena’s asthma. Angel preferred for her to be safe at home to assure she didn’t have an attack.

“I have work tomorrow, I should really sleep early.” Since Alena was at Santo Padre, she had to leave at seven in the morning to make sure she reached the office by nine. It wasn’t ideal, but she liked giving the full two days to Cruz and Angel.

“Come on Alena, we haven’t seen you in a while.” Taza insisted.

“I saw you guys last week?” She laughed.

Her relationship with the Mayans were due to Angel, at least the younger ones and the older ones were due to her father, who used to work with Bishop and Taza. She’s known them for quite some time and unlike her, she kept in touch with her father. When Angel first informed them that Alena was adopting Cruz, Taza and Bishop were worried. They knew of her departure for Europe and how it was going to happen in the next few years, she just didn’t tell Angel. But they knew that when she adopted Cruz, Paris was out of the table. They saw how Alena immersed herself in Cruz’s life. Moving in with Angel, marrying him, assuring that Angel would surely get his son. It was admirable, but it worried them.

This could just lay for so long before the rug would be pulled from under them. They didn’t think Angel would find anyone new, but Alena? Well she was a coin toss.

“We can’t miss you now?” Bishop questioned.

“No, it’s not that.” Alena sighed. “Fine, I’ll come.”

Angel wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards himself. “See, told you guys you could win her over.”

Alena playfully elbowed Angel making him laugh. “You’re so cute when you get mad.”

“You’re a dick.”

“But I’m your dick.”

==========

Angel parked Alena’s car right in front of the bikes. He was going to take his bike, but he knew Alena hated driving in the dark. Something about how she’s super blind. But he indulged her since he would do anything for her. Angel waited for her in front of her car, holding his hand out. While everyone knew they were, whatever they were, Angel had to make sure everyone knew in case there were newbies who would try and make a move on Alena.

Myrna watched as Angel led Alena to Bishop and Taza, who greeted her warmly. She rolled her eyes.

“Fucking Saint.” She murmured under her breath, taking a sip of her beer.

Maxine, who was right next to Myrna, rolled her eyes at the girl’s nastiness. “I don’t know why you’re so hell bent on Angel. Ever since Cruz came, he hasn’t slept with anyone. I’m the last person he slept with and he called me Alena.” Maxine remembered that night. Angel didn’t even apologize, which she figured he didn’t really need to. Regardless, after that night, Angel hasn’t really tried sleeping with any of them. He would hang out and flirt, but everyone knew, he came home to Cruz and they would both FaceTime Alena.

They were hooked on her and it was kind of cute.

Myrna was just bitter since Angel never warmed up to her.

“Is she married to him?” Myrna questioned watching as Angel sat down with her at the picnic table. She stuck out like a sore thumb and didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong with Angel.

“Yeah, everyone knows that.” Maxine scoffed. “It may not be traditional, but don’t let Angel hear you say that.”

“Why is he so attached to her? I’m sure she doesn’t give him shit.”

Maxine honestly didn’t want to be a part of this conversation anymore. The Mayans were protective over her and even one bad word towards her, they lunged at you.

“Just leave it alone Myrna.” Maxine left her alone, deciding to join Creeper instead. She was safer in their vicinity.

Myrna watched as Angel walked away from Alena.

“Perfect.” She smirked devilishly. Angel would be here by the end of the night.

Alena watched as Angel disappeared in the clubhouse, leaving her at the picnic table so he could get some food. The wetness was what shocked her first, causing her to blink a few times. She looked down and saw the dark wet spots on her shirt.

“Oops, my bad.” She looked over and saw Myrna with no ounce of regret on her face. The woman smirked down at her. “I tripped.”

“It happens.” Alena stood up to go to the bathroom inside, but Myrna grabbed her arm, turning her to face her. “Can I help you?”

“Drop the act, we all know you’re not fucking innocent.” Myrna spat out. “You think this is going to keep Angel by your side? He warms up my bed everyday, you're not here honey.” That was a lie. Angel never even slept with any of the girls at Vicky’s much to her dismay, but if it would drive this bitch away from Angel, so be it. The smile on her face grew when she saw the flash of hurt in Alena’s eyes.

“Do you want a medal for that? Angel is free to do as he pleases. If you excuse me, I have to clean up your mess.” Alena was heated. Who did this woman think she was? She didn’t care if she slept with Angel. It stung, but Alena wasn’t an idiot. She wasn’t naive either.

Bishop, Taza and Creeper saw what was going on and was on high alert to see if Myrna was going to cross the line. They knew of her crush on Angel and it was the reason she disliked Alena so much. But they hoped she was smart enough to not do anything when Angel was right inside the clubhouse. They watched as Angel came out of the clubhouse. Angel saw Myrna in front of Alena and immediately placed the food on the table when he saw how upset Alena looked.

“Stay away from Angel, we both know he just keeps you around cause you were stupid enough to play mommy to his kid. Anyone can do that.” Myrna scoffed. “I can play mommy to Cruz, so why won’t you run along and stay in San Diego. Angel doesn’t need you. Why would he ever pick your chinky ass when he could be with me? Someone who could please him compared to your skin and bones.”

Angel stood behind Myrna, hearing every word she said. Alena looked up at Angel and she saw the anger in his eyes. Myrna saw that Alena looked beyond her and felt the heat radiating behind her.

She swallowed a ball as she looked back.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Angel was fuming. Who the fuck did she think she was to talk to Alena in that way? “I know you didn’t just fucking insult my wife.” Alena was going to correct him, but she knew why he referred to her as such. Angel wore a ring on his left fourth finger, and people never questioned him. They saw the kid and didn’t ask questions. And they also saw him with Alena often and at his behest wore a ring as well.

Their relationship was complex. Didn’t fit the social norms.

And they did get married, they had to keep the act going. But, after five years, they could get divorce since they wouldn’t investigate any further.

“Angel, hey, I didn’t know you were there.” Myrna had never seen this side of Angel before and she was frightened. She knew she fucked up.

“Evidently you didn’t.” Angel had heard that Myrna had a crush on him, but he never gave her the time of day. He also heard she was always rude to Alena, but he would like to think Alena would tell him such things so he could address it. Then he realized now that it was Alena and she was most likely saving the girl’s neck from being wrung by him. “Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to her like that?”

“Is it not true? If you need a bed warmer Angel, I can keep your bed warm. I can take care of your kid too.” Myrna wasn’t going to back down. It was already out in the open.

“Stay the fuck away from Alena if you know what’s good for you.” Angel just smirked, but he was hardly amused. He walked over to Alena, shoulder checking Myrna as he passed, and looked down at her white shirt, which had blotches of brown spots due to a drink obviously being spilled on her. “She spilled that shit on you?” He questioned, inspecting her now to make sure Myrna didn’t physically harm her.

Alena felt everyone watching them, her anxiety increasing, hating everyone’s eyes on them. She pushed Angel’s hands away, further upsetting him. “I’m fine, it’s okay, it’s just soda and alcohol.” She waved him off. “I’ll go home, I’ll pick Cruz up from pops. I have work tomorrow anyway.”

Angel sighed. He finally got Alena to come and hang out with them then this stupid bitch had to ruin it for them. “Let’s go, I’m not staying if you’re not.”

“No, it’s okay, just stay. Hang out with your brothers.” Alena shook her head, not wanting to cut Angel’s evening short. “You don’t have to be so mean to Myrna, especially if you sleep with her when I’m not here.”

“You fucking think I sleep with her?” Angel gave her an incredulous look. He looked back and she was still there, annoying Angel further. “She just insulted you and you’re defending her?”

“She told me you did. No judgement, you’re single, technically.” Alena heard Angel’s words from the previous day. She wasn’t sure why Angel always made it seem like she was naive and didn’t know he had needs. It was kind of obnoxious. “She’s just mean because she likes you. Can EZ drop you off? Or he can drop me off and I’ll leave my car with you.”

Angel cussed under his breath before he bent over and kissed Alena. Myrna gasped and threw her drink to the ground, leaving the two. The cheers from the people in the yard broke Alena from her trance of thinking how good Angel’s lips felt and pulled away.

“What was that for?” Alena questioned.

“You wouldn’t stop talking nonsense so I kissed you.” He licked his lips, slightly adjusting his jeans since Alena always got him so fucking hard. He hated kissing her because the lasting effects on him were strong. But he had to, just so that bitch would get the hint. “I got an extra shirt inside the clubhouse, you want to change to that?”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll just go home Angel.”

“Prospect, watch our food.” Angel dragged Alena inside the clubhouse and back to his room. Once inside, he closed the door and rummaged his drawers for an extra shirt. He handed her the shirt and waited for her to change.

“Can you turn around?”

Angel chuckled. “For what? I’ve seen it all.”

“Angel.” Alena whined.

“Okay, jeez, I’ll cover my eyes.” Angel placed his hands over his eyes, trying his best not to snicker at her ridiculous idea. He heard her shuffle, cracking his fingers open and seeing Alena’s back, putting his fingers together again. “You done?”

“Yes.”

Angel moved his hands and whistled. “You always look good in my clothes.” He gave Alena one of his white t-shirt, nothing special, but he loved seeing Alena in his clothing.

“Shut up.” She blushed, playfully hitting his stomach.

They made their way back outside and sat back down next to EZ. Angel sat beside Alena, sharing the plate of food he got for them.

“Angel, it’s about to be the fifth year anniversary of me adopting Cruz. I was wondering if we should start the divorce process too?” Alena asked him, making EZ spit out his beer and Angel shuffle in his seat.

“Divorce? You two got fucking married?” EZ was never told that Alena and Angel went through the marriage. He knew they fabricated that they were engaged, but he didn’t know they actually went through with the marriage.

“Angel didn’t tell you?” Alena wasn’t surprised. The marriage was a farce so it’s not like he had to tell his younger brother. “Oh, well, yeah we did. Just to keep it as real as possible. But we always planned on getting divorce a few years after since they wouldn’t be checking on us anymore.”

“Alena, can you please get me a beer?” Angel requested.

“Sure.”

Alena left the two brothers and as soon as she was out of earshot, EZ kicked his brother under the table.

“The fuck was that for?”

“You don’t plan on divorcing her, do you now?” EZ rolled his eyes. “You twos relationship has always been fucking weird, but this is ridiculous Angel. You don’t have feelings for her right? You’re not in denial? Let her go.”

“Stay out of it Ezekiel.” He looked around making sure Alena wasn’t here to hear anything. “This works out well for myself and Alena. We don’t need to get a divorce. It’s tax purposes anyway. We’re good with what we have.”

“What happens if she meets someone?”

Angel froze. That idea always frightened him. What if Alena did meet someone? What happens then? But then he realized that Alena would never leave. She was too invested in Cruz and in him.

“Not even a worry.”

Alena came back and handed Angel a beer. She got one for EZ as well as she sat back down beside Angel.

“So, yeah, should I start the divorce proceedings? Mr. Johnson said he would handle it for us.”

“You’ve been inquiring about our divorce? Didn’t know you wanted to get away that badly sunshine.” Angel shoved more food in his mouth so he didn’t say something he would regret. He was slightly irritated that Alena had asked her boss about their divorce.

He had no plans of divorcing her. Their system worked, why change it?

“No, it’s not that.” She noted that she called him sunshine. He was annoyed. “I just want to make it easier for you.”

“Always a helper.” Angel shoved food in his mouth again.

EZ was enjoying this exchange.

‘Not interested my ass.’ EZ thought to himself.

“Lena! Shots!” Coco came out of nowhere, placing a shot glass in front of Alena.

“No, it’s okay.” She turned to Angel who wasn’t even looking at her and just eating. She didn’t think he was that hungry since they ate at Felipe’s, but maybe he got hungry again. Angel could be a bottomless pit at times.

“Come on, you hardly drink with us.” Riz egged on as he poured the tequila in the glass.

Alena gave them a small smile as she gave in.

“There you go!” Coco cheered. “Cheers preciosa.” He clinked their glasses together, downing the shot along with Alena. Her face scrunched up at the burn, but gave them a thumbs up. “Another!”

Angel looked over then. Alena was leaning on his side, waiting for Coco to pour her another one. He moved his arm so that his arm could be wrapped around her middle while she laid her head back on him.

“Sorry.” Alena sat up.

“You’re good cielo.” He kept her close to him. “Careful, you know you don’t handle liquor well.”

“I know just one more shot.”

She and Coco took another shot. Alena gave her glass to EZ so he could use it. She did her customary two shots, she was good for the day.

Coco took out his box of cigarettes, taking a stick out.

“Hey, don’t smoke her, you know her condition.” Angel scolded.

“Shit my bad Lena.”

“No it’s okay, I can take one cigarette session, you don’t have to move cause of me.” Alena noticed Angel’s arm were still around her as he ate. His forearm rested on her lap, his fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Move Coco.” Angel left no room for argument.

Coco waved off Alena and went to smoke with Riz and Gilly.

“Bet you’re red.” Angel teased.

“Alcohol makes me hot.” She argued.

“We’ll see what else makes you hot later.”

==========

Angel and Alena made it home, deciding to keep Cruz at Felipe’s since it was late. Alena did her nightly skin routine before making her way to the bed, finding Angel asleep on his side. She shook her head, too many beers and now she had to take care of Angel. The rest of the night ran smoothly, Myrna was out of sight and out of mind.

She walked over to Angel, taking off his boots for him.

She hesitated to take off Angel’s belt and jeans, but it would be so uncomfortable to sleep in jeans. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. She was startled when she felt Angel’s hand on hers. Looking up at him, she saw that he was watching her.

“You okay? I just didn’t want you to sleep with your jeans on.” Alena moved away but Angel pulled her back towards him.

He sat up, letting her stand in between his legs. His fingers drifted under her shirt, knowing she didn’t have any bra on. He ran his finger under her breast, causing her breath to hitch.

“Angel, let’s go to bed.” Alena tried to dissuade him but Angel already moved up her breast, his thumb running over her nipple. He placed a kiss on her neck pulling her closer to him.

“Let me just feel you.” Angel pleaded as his other hand went inside her pajamas, dancing on top of her underwear before slipping inside.

“Angel,” Alena whined as Angel rubbed circles around her clit.

“You always have me so hard querida. Mirame,” he commanded as she looked at him, her cheeks were flushed. He groaned seeing just how satisfied she looked with his actions.

Her hands landed on his thighs, squeezing it as she bent over resting her forehead on his shoulder. Angel slipped a finger inside her, making Alena moan. He removed his hands, letting Alena breathe. Picking her up, he placed her on the bed, kneeling in between her legs.

Alena could never say no to Angel. Have you seen the man? It was fucking difficult. But much like everything else, she knew this was just a random fuck, which they’ve had over the last few years. He most likely just didn’t want to go to Vicky’s to prove a point.

His fingers grasped the top of her pants, pulling it down along with her underwear. Alena always wore his shirt to bed, something Angel fucking basked on. She looked so small in his shirt. He was going to keep his shirt on because Angel was a possessive man, especially when it came to her. He may not be ready to realize his feelings, but Alena was his wife and he intended for it to stay that way. Angel took off his shirt along with his jeans and boxers.

“Gonna worship you mi cielo. Like always.” He kissed Alena’s legs, making his way to her thighs. She watched him, waiting for his next move. Angel loved it when Alena watched him, her eyes drove him fucking crazy. Just how innocent she looked, that doe eyed look. “Mouth or fingers?”

“Both.”

Angel chuckled, rubbing his finger down her slit, coating it with her wetness before slipping it in. “Always so tight for me.” He moved you so his lips were over her clit, sucking it into his mouth making Alena arch her back, letting out a mewl of pleasure. “Fuck cielo, you look so fucking good. You think I would ever touch that girl when I have you?”

Alena didn’t want to fucking talk about Myrna, she couldn’t even fucking think straight, but Angel always made her feel so good. She wished it was only between him and her, but she knew that couldn’t possibly be.

“Dime mi cielo, piensas que la queiro.” Alena knew how to speak Spanish since Vicky taught her at a young age due to her friendship with her mother. “Solo te queiro a ti.”

Alena had a love-hate relationship when it came to being intimate with Angel. Just last night he said he wasn’t interested in her and now, he was whispering all these things to her.

It made her so wet.

“Fuck baby you got even wetter.” Angel removed his fingers, lapping at her pussy, spreading her lips with his fingers. “Let me hear you, is daddy making you feel good?”

“Yes daddy,” Alena gripped the sheets as Angel continued to eat her out. Her stomach coiled up, that familiar feeling was coming again. She threw her head back as she came, Angel’s name escaping her lips like a mantra.

Angel kisses his way up to her lips, Alena catching her breath. “Want me to get your inhaler?”

“You’re such a prick.” She playfully pushed him, making him laugh. He kissed her before he hovered over her.

“I know you like my dick.”

Alena laughed, but she stopped midway and moaned as Angel entered her. Resting his forehead on her shoulders, he wrapped one of her legs around his waist, letting Alena adjust to him.

“Can I move baby?”

Alena nodded. “Please move.”

Angel thrusted in and out of her, already so close to coming. The last time he had sex was four months ago and it was with Alena. Otherwise, his fucking hand helped him release his stress. She was so tight and his hand could never compare to Alena’s pussy.

“You’re the only girl for me cielo, you always feel so fucking good.” Alena was leaving scratches all over his back, the stretch she felt was just too fucking good. How easily he moved in and out of her, it was driving her crazy. She tightened up around him, making Angel groan. “You like hearing that mi dulce, that you’re the only one for me. It’s always going to be me and you, Alena. You’re my fucking wife.”

“Daddy, please go faster.” She pleaded.

“Damn baby girl, I can feel you tightening up around daddy’s cock, you ready to cum?” Angel rubbed her clit, straightening his back as he quicker his pace. He kept her leg around his waist, spreading her further. He watched as his cock went in and out of Alena’s pussy, moaning at the sight.

“Mmmm Daddy, fuck.” Alena cried out as she came around Angel’s dick, Angel following after her, spilling his seed inside her.

He slid out of her, making Alena moan due to how sensitive she felt. He got up to get a warm cloth to clean Alena up. He cleaned her, tossing the cloth to the side before sliding inside the comforter. He turned on the television, turning off the lights. He left it at some random channel before he pulled Alena against him.

Alena kept her back turned towards Angel, the confusion even worse now. She had to talk to Angel. But at the same time, he just had to release some stress and she did as well. It was no big deal.

It was fine.

This was how it’s always been.

It was fine.

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Summary and mini review: Confidenceman JP - Episode of the Princess

Dear everyone,

Multiple people have asked me what I thought of the movie when it was first released in the cinemas. I did not go to the cinema however, but now the DVD is out. And as promised, I would post a review once I have seen ‘Confidenceman JP: Episode of the Princess’.

This post is NOT going to be spoiler free. So if you want to watch the movie first for yourself: Amazon Japan has the absolute cheapest price, and you can rent it from ￥440 for 48 hours! Amazon ships internationally, but if you wish to use proxy service, use #proxy on my blog to find some options and tips.

Spoiler free section

The premise of the story is fairly simple. The Hu family is the wealthiest family in the world of Confidenceman JP, and the protagonists Da-ko, Boku-chan and Richard plan to get wealthy by tricking that family’s fortune into their own hands. The head of the family Raymond Hu has passed away, and now his three children - Brigitte, Christopher and Andrew - are in line to succeed the astronomical sum of inheritance...

...except apparently not!

Raymond Hu left in his testament to whom he will pass down his name and fortune, namely youngest child, Michelle Hu. (Click here for the clip with subs.) Nobody knows who Michelle Hu is however, and Da-ko and her friends decide to make good use of this.

They find a 16 year old girl nicknamed Kokkuri, and they plan to dress her up as Raymond’s appointed heir. In this plan, Da-ko is to pose as Michelle’s mother, named Misako.

Kokkuri is brought to the Hu estate in Singapore where she undergoes DNA tests and background check - all prepared by Da-ko of course - to verify whether she is indeed the future head of the Hu family. She passes the initial test and undergoes rigorous training to be worthy of being a queen.

The three eldest children of Raymond however, really, really want Michelle gone, dead or alive. Preferably dead.

The eldest child Brigitte does not really care whether Michelle really is her sister, all she cares about is that fake or not, Michelle is but a street rat gone Cinderella, and would bring shame to the family. As the butler Tony is the one who gave Michelle’s test a ‘pass’, Brigitte asks him how he intends to take responsibility should Michelle be unworthy.

The butler Tony is first and foremost loyal to the Hu family and their face, and shows that he is not above killing a 16 year old if it be for the sake of the Hu family’s name.

And thus a game of legitimacy has started!

Spoiler section

The following will be a very simplified summary of the rest of the movie wherein I do leave out some parts. This is NOT a replacement for watching the movie to understand the full story, though it will contain spoilers that can, well...spoil the story.

This section will contain footage gifs and screenshots of the movie that contain spoilers... and admittedly focus disproportionately much on Christofuru.

Kokkuri now named Michelle is very anxious to be exposed. She was originally prepared to face the wrath of her “new siblings”, but had not expected Tony to be totally alright with murder.

When Michelle was to be introduced to the siblings things go about as smoothly as one might think. Brigitte especially is contemptuous towards Michelle and Misako for their ‘commoner status’, finding every way possible to humiliate them out of her life. When Michelle accidentally drops her food on the floor for example, Brigitte tells her to eat it from the floor because that is what animals like her should do.

Christopher is not much better, he shows off his unmatched class in front of Misako and Michelle and adds to his elder sister’s words: “Humans need to show actions that “befit” their status, how do you say that in Japanese again so you will understand, bunsouou (分相応)?” Simultaneously showing off his Japanese proficiency as well as playing the condescension card.

The youngest son Andrew is relatively chill about Michelle, though he also does nothing to stop his elder siblings. He just seems to be enjoying the fact that he is not the youngest child anymore. There is not much information, but judging from Brigitte and Christopher’s big attitude being the eldest daughter and son respectively, to Andrew not being the youngest might be a really nice breath of fresh air.

Especially Brigitte’s attitude really, really gets on “Misako’s” nerves, and she accidentally challenges the family using Raymond’s will. Misako’s and Michelle’s mission now become to prove themselves more worthy than the legitimate children of Raymond.

This however was easier said than done as the children would not budge one bit. Da-ko did try to offer Brigitte to “yield” the position of head of the household in exchange for enough money, but Brigitte simply dismissed them for she had too much disdain to even talk with Misako and Michelle, and even literally attempted murder on them.

Christopher is a man who only knows how to solve problems with money. Before when Christopher learned that Michelle’s mother is “but a poor commoner” he had instructed butler Tony to give her enough money to make her happy, and therefore leave. (Also, I need to say that I just can’t get over how incredibly goooood Furukawa looks as Christopher. The way he slid the telephone across his face is so HNGGGG.)

I am not sure whether Da-ko knows of this conversation between Christopher and Tony, but when she had given up on talking with Brigitte, she attempts to bribe Christopher in the same way. Christopher however, really does not appreciate somebody coming to ‘ask’ money of him. The throws Da-ko two coins and says: “This is all I can give to a beggar.”

Next they try to bribe Andrew into the same plan, but then they find out he’s busy in bed with his boyfriend, and apparently??? too gay to be bribed??? So they give up without trying.

All plans to bribe the siblings unfortunately fail, so instead Da-ko comes up with a new plan. She would make a fake Hu family “royal seal”, swap it out for the real one during the Hu family inauguration ceremony, and later sell the real one on the black market as reward.

The ceremony however was disturbed by a suicide bomber whose life was previously destroyed by the Hu family, and now wants revenge. The suicide bomber is sent into deep depression and solitude because of the Hu family, but he kept himself going for a long time. When he lost the doll his dead wife had made he kept as momento however, he felt that keeping himself strong really was for nothing, and how the Hu family was merely the vampire of a healthy society.

Everyone was in panic, and even though it really seemed that the Hu siblings’ bond could not be worse, big bro and sis were the first to actually try to do something to save their little brother. Brigitte says: “how much money do you want? Name any sum, I’ll give it!” and Christopher screams off the top of his lungs “shoot him! Somebody shoot him!”

Just when the bomber was about to press the button however, Michelle reaches out to him with 🌈kindness🌈 She had found the doll the man lost and kept it with her for she did not know when she could return it to its owner. Now that the owner has showed up, she feels relieved the man can have his momento back.

All this time Tony had suspected that Michelle might be a fake and had conducted his own research. In his research he found a letter written by Raymond Hu addressed to the ‘real mother’ of Michelle. This woman however, was named Siti, not Misako. Tony found out that really nobody knows where the real ‘Michelle Hu’ is, and that the current Michelle is therefore not the legitimate heir. Tony’s original plan was to expose the truth, but seeing how this fake Michelle Hu has spoken so well during the inauguration ceremony and effectively saved the suicide bomber and everyone, Tony changed his mind. Michelle’s courageous attitude and problem solving skills was much better than Brigitte’s and Christopher’s who only know how to tackle problems using money and power.

Finally Tony gathers the children and tells them about Raymond’s last letter. However, Tony had cut out the addressee of the letter, and only told the children the key message.

In this letter - Tony told - Raymond Hu said how he saw his fortune as something of a curse that bound his beloved children, and therefore thought somebody else would be better to inherit the name and fortune of the Hu family. Raymond had supposedly seen how Brigitte had always wanted to just live her life happily as a normal woman, how Christopher wanted to become an entomologist, and how his youngest son had always lived for love. By giving the inheritance to Michelle Hu, his three eldest children would be able to live in freedom.

The siblings hold hands and acknowledge how what they truly wanted was not the inheritance or name, but their father’s love.

The three accept their new young sister, and extend their kindness to her.

Finally Brigitte was able to live her life and accept the affection of a commoner-born man she had been in love with.

Andrew was able to publically date his boyfriend without fear of “shaming the family”

And Christopher was able to run about in the bushes and lay in the grass surrounded by his beloved insects.

The Hu family is all happy now, and Tony is more or less happy. Now that things have been wrapped up and Michelle Hu formally accepted as head of the Hu family, Da-ko and her team need to go.

Tony of course knew that Da-ko and her friends were con-artists. But as they have indeed brought “Michelle Hu” who saved the family, Tony had decided to let Da-ko and her team off without punishment as a way of ‘reward’.

All this time Da-ko and her friends had had rivals who tried to win the ‘Hu Royal Seal’ from Da-ko, and sell it on the black market themselves instead. But then Da-ko outwitted them of course~! And all the drama had been a misconception etc. etc. Honestly...this is SO Japanese I can’t.

To be entirely honest, I found this rival-storyline very distracting and there are just fragments here and there, and I really couldn’t explain this in this post without sitting here all week... so forgive me for leaving that out.

But the movie closes on the ‘revelation’ of how Da-ko had outwitted her rivals, and “all’s well that ends well”.

Review

Plot: 5/10

The plot is really very predictable and follows a rather stereotypical ‘Cinderella saves the day with kindness’ trajectory. If you are familiar with the ‘con artist genre’ in Japanese media, then I honestly would say this movie does a pretty poor job being anything else than that. This genre tends to rely too heavily on ‘misconceptions HAHA’ in my opinion, but in the very least, Confidenceman JP in this movie did manage to at least have ‘logical’ misconceptions that are intentionally planted in the story to be misconceived. Hence, 5/10.

Execution: 7/10

This movie is actually a lot better in execution than I originally thought. I would say that the PVs did a really poor job showing the audience what to expect. The PV contained a lot of very anime-esque moments that - to me - just don’t translate well in live actions. Once you do see the movie though, you see how those anime-esque moments are for the most part there because the characters were imitating anime-esque moments. The movie is still not innocent of really dramatic acting, but that’s just Japanese cinema for you. In the very least - to my very untrained eyes - the editing was not bad, and there were no painful anime CGI moments that suspended all my will of belief.

Acting: 7.5/10

In my opinion the actors in this movie did an ‘overall okay’ job, with some people scoring higher, and other scoring lower than the overall-7/10 I give. In this list I shall give a brief review of the more prominent characters.

Da-ko: 8/10. The main character Da-ko played by Nagasawa Masami did a really good job. She was a slightlyyyy older woman (i.e. not a student) and she really did show how she has some life experience, and sold all her roles as con-artist believably.

Richard and Boku-chan: They had very little screentime and also little to show off; so I would say that in the very least they didn’t do anything that made me go: Wow... you suck. So, no rating here for now.

Michelle/Kokkuri: 6.5/10. She was after Da-ko the main character, and I expected quite a lot from her. Sekimizu did a fairly good job to be a princess of kindness and compassion. PLUS, I could tell how hard she worked to pull off the scenes wherein she was supposed to speak English and Mandarin Chinese fluently. Her English still was quite hard to accept, but it was understandable! (Though, admittedly it’s not super fair for me to judge her English because my English is better than that of the target audience. The target audience were all ooh-and-aahing at her English.) But I am less impressed by her ‘I’m a poor girl raised on the streets, I am intimidated by everything” act. It was just too much. It was constantly as though I could see her thinking: “can I make this even more sad?”

Brigitte Hu: 5/10. To be honest I really expected much more of her...... Vivian Hsu had her nice moments, but when she was ‘the ice queen Brigitte Hu’ she seemed to only ever have 2 modes: The Diva or the Yelling Diva. I personally had the feeling that somebody like Brigitte would feel like she is ‘above’ yelling, or in the very least I hoped for more nuance in her. Even though she was a bit too ‘obviously Diva’ to me, she did sell the ‘aura’ of a queen fairly well.

Christopher Hu: 10/10. Christopher did not have a LOT of screentime, but whatever he did have, he aced it! Yes, I might be biased, but there’s a reason I became such a huge Furukawa fan, because he aces acting.

Furukawa as Christopher was incredibly cold and whenever he felt like he was too good to listen to someone, you really could see how he was inside his own little world. When he had to show the softer side when he opened up to his family and was able to be with insects unashamed, you really couldn’t help but cheer for him.

Furukawa’s English was still pretty bad. As shared in this post, Furukawa had THREE English coaches to help him, and half of the time I still relied on the Japanese subs to understand him. Though I must say, his intonation in English was very good! It was like his tongue was too stiff to actually pronounce the words, but his perfect pitch helped him get all the intonation right.

What ultimately impresses me most though, is Furukawa’s “non native Japanese” acting. Brigitte’s actress is Taiwanese, so even though her Japanese really is incredibly good, you could hear that she is not a native speaker, and it works perfectly for Brigitte Hu, who is not a native speaker. Andrew’s actor Shirahama IS a native Japanese speaker, while Andrew is not. Shirahama did try to insert some dramatic pronunciations here and there when he speaks Japanese, but it was still very obvious Shirahama was an active Japanese native speaker.

Furukawa though: He said in multiple interviews that he had no confidence in his English, and especially in comparison to the other cast who do speak English very well. So instead Furukawa focused on speaking Japanese as a non-native would, WITHOUT making fun of them. (That’s a real problem in Japan... making fun of non-native Japanese speakers even though most Japanese people are monolinguals...)

Furukawa would put the intonation JUST a bit off, and prolong or shorten some vowels JUST a bit too much. When he said Misako’s name for example, he prolonged the ‘a’, saying ‘Misaako’ instead. Another time he said “mezurashikunai” (not uncommon), also extending the a, saying “mezuraashikunai” instead. I am honestly shocked how accurate this ‘quirk’ is, because in my experience speaking with non-native Japanese speakers with a germanic/latin language background, that is EXACTLY what they do.

Andrew Hu: 9/10. Andrew is a character who really doesn’t care about what the world thinks about him and is actively trying to establish his own person. Shirahama does a really good job giving off this energy, and he has a lot of moments where he is actually scared or sad for example, but is trying to hide it, WHILST trying to hide the fact that he is hiding it. This is some really good micro detail in my opinion!

He did not stop his elder siblings from bullying Michelle, so he is complicit. However, you could see how he would not have made the same choice as Brigitte and Christopher did had he been in their position. There was a certain level of ‘empathy’ in his eyes that his elder siblings just did not have, meaning that in the end when the siblings kissed and made up, he actually made it more believable than the script made it be. Good job!

The only reason he has a 9/10 instead of the full 10 is because his English was really horrible, plus he did not have the ‘good non-native-Japanese act’ to compensate. Being bad at English is of course not a real problem, but you really could see the clear difference between Shirahama acting in English and him acting in Japanese. Whenever he was acting in Japanese it was just really good, but whenever his scene was in English you could just see how he was squeezing every drop of his energy into saying the words... sad.

Tony: 7/10. Shibata is not bad at what he does, but I think the character/script just gives him too little to work with even though he is arguably the real ‘antagonist’ in this movie. More so than Da-ko’s rivals effectively.

Tony is just always the stoic butler and he was always ‘function first, person later’.

Shibata never took me OUT of a moment, unlike Shirahama’s bad English acting, Brigitte’s shouting and Michelle’s cutesy-woobie act though. So still I would give this guy a 7/10.

Well, that was that. The movie was enjoyable, but I wouldn’t call it a GOOD movie. The story is quite predictable, as are the characters. The morale kind of reminded me of a children’s story of: “real fortune is love, not money”, or “love can cure greed.”

Though not a good movie, it is definitely a must if you’re a Furukawa fan, and especially if you speak English and Japanese, because then you can truly see how much effort he poured into the role.

If you don’t understand Japanese however (and you don’t mind his terrible English), then seeing him as this ice-cold, rich bastard is a real treat too!

Conclusion: If you’re a collector, buy the DVD, it’s not expensive! If you’re not, then I really do recommend renting it via Amazon. For 440-550 JPY it is definitely worth it!

#Confidenceman JP #Episode of the Princess #Princess #Furukawa Yuta #Christofuru #Christopher Hu

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favourite male fictional characters

Thank you @vishcount for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! 💞 I originally planned to follow your example and put ten characters here but suddenly it became a lot more oops. also i hope you forgive me for following your format, it’s neat

I am tagging @isabellaofparma , @the-cloud-whisperer and @sassyassassy!

I chose the characters that impacted me deeply on a personal level throughout my life (often shown by how long my love lasts over the years and if i was inspired to write for them).

In no specific order under the cut:

Legolas

The Lord of The Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien.

I think it’s only fitting I start off with this magnificent guy. Maybe I gotta admit, i’ve just had a crush on him ever since I was like, nine years old? He’s the character I will fight tooth and claw for (though I guess he doesn’t need me to do that). I love Orlando Bloom’s portrayal of him, eventhough he is vastly different from the books. Book Legolas is such a delight as well, he feels so whimsical and playful and his banter with Gimli is just gold. I was sad when The Hobbit trilogy came out and I was so disappointed by how they butchered his character, it just did not feel authentic anymore (maybe I am also just bitter about the forced hetero storyline for him. makes no cents, this elf is GayTM your honour. and he will meet his soulmate Gimli in a few decades). Either way, Legolas is the love of my life, thanks for coming to my tedtalk,

Peter Pan

Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie

Another childhood crush of mine. The gif I chose if from the 2005 movie because we always used to watch it and it is to this day one of my favourite movies. It’s so dreamy, so magical, yet also incredibly sad and sweet. I have this very strange fascination with Peter Pan. There is something incredibly unsettling about him, especially in the book. He represents something every child wants - who doesn’t want to escape their bedroom and fly away to experience magical adventured far from the adult world? And yet he also represents the impossibility of it, the curse he carries around with himself because he will forever stay alone, no matter how many lost boys he gathers around himself. And Wendy - it’s a love that was never meant to grow and mature, it’s a fleeting dream for the both of them. I have seen many different adaptations of Peter Pan and I have my favourites, though I want to give a special mention to the book Peter Darling by Austin Chant. It’s a retelling of the story how we know it, in which Peter returns to Neverland after having finally grown up BUT the main points I want to highlight is trans Peter? Heck yes. Gripping and compelling gay love story with our favourite original lost boy Captain Hook? YES.

Snufkin

Moomins, Tove Jansson.

I have discovered Snufkin for myself only last year, and yet I know he will stay with me forever. In short - I vibe with him, he vibes with me. His anxieties about being with people and longing for solitude? His fear of being loved and being important to someone to a point he doesn’t know what to do with himself? This man just wants to roam freely with his own mind and yet he always returns for something that captures him. Mum, I love him because I have rarely felt this seen before. Also, Snufkin said ACAB.

Prince Jing - Xiao Jingyan

Nirvana in Fire (2015)

This too is a darling I have only discovered recently. I watched Nirvana in Fire this year and let me tell you, it’s the best show I have seen in a long while. It’s absolutely amazing and it also ripped my heart out. All the characters are absolutely amazing and I am still not over it.

To be honest, I contemplated between Xiao JIngyan and Mei Changsu, because character-wise I think the latter is a lot more interesting and compelling. He makes for a fantastic heartbreaking and flawed protagonist.

However I have to admit - it was love at first sight with Prince Jing for me and I’m still lowkey mad abt it rip. Seems like I am not immune to Pretty Prince Propaganda. But apart from that, I adore him for his genuine

goodness,

his almost naive drive to be better and seek justice. He lost everything, and for the longest time did not have anything to fight for. So alone and lost and bitter, it makes me sad how much it hardened him. He is heartbreak and clumsy kindness hidden under a skin of scars that was inflicted by his father and many others. I see his sad cat-eyes and I cry, that’s just how it is.

Edmund Pevensie

The Chronicles of Narnia, C. S. Lewis

I grew up with these books and movies - they have always been part of my life and it will probably always stay that way (only last night I rewatched the first movie and sobbed). Imagine my surprised when I finally watched the last movie about five years ago and was incredibly impressed by how they adapted the book; also imagine my brain suddenly going CASMUND in bold letters at Skandar Keynes’ and Ben Barnes’ performance in that movie. From there, I rediscovered this story completely anew for myself. My favourite Pevensie sibling has always been Lucy (and still is, because I identify with her so much and she feels like home to me); however this new discovery of Edmund’s character was overwhelming. It’s interesting to see characters you’ve grown up with from a more grown up point of view. I don’t want to lay out all my thoughts here, just know I am so heartbroken for him, and so so proud as well. His character arc is amazing and maybe that’s how the last movie makes me even more emotional. Seeing Edmund and Lucy still holding on to Narnia but knowing that that door was closing for them? Not to mention what happens in the later books (we don’t talk about that). Also did I mention Casmund. Here, have my incredibly emo and depressing take on Edmund’s character that I started writing four years ago and which will forever stay a WIP.

Nie Huaisang

The Untamed (2019)

My son. My soul. My bane of existence. The tragic thing about him is, that he does not really exist in canon as I have created him for myself. He’s a secondary character in the show, always so relatable yet still brings the ultimate twist of the story, yet he still remains this incomplete shadow. The movie

Fatal Journey

gave him a lot more and I cried tears of joy and devastation. I don’t know why I latched on to him so much, but apparently he is the one that I project on, the one that feels like he sits somewhere inside my chest. I don’t know what else to say - this year he has been everything to me. I spend a lot of time in his head while writing, and maybe that’s how he’s there forever now. Nie Huaisang saw my brain and went it’s free real estate. All my love for you, you dramatic art hoe.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Ah, another lifelong companion. There are many adapations that I adore - starting from the origin of it all, the books and stories which I have all devoured; the 80s adaptation with Jeremy Brett which was incredibly wonderful; to BBC Sherlock which shaped and traumatised me (I still like the first three seaons but I am too hurt to think about it); to the numerous movies - but by far my most favourite performance is Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes. Somehow he manages to capture the Holmes I see in my head when I read the books, the sharp yet polite eccentric detective, who loves his companion so much and who has desire to help others. Sherlock Holmes will always stay special to me, in so many different ways. He shaped my youth and I know he will stay with me. (also what would you say when I told you he helped me discover that I can, in fact, be queer AND ace at the same time? thanks pal). What else is there to say? Sherlock Holmes is a universe that you can dive into and find many amazing treasures.

Isak Valtersen

SKAM (2015)

There he is, the boy that changed my life. SKAM changed my life. All of the characters did. However, Isak is special for many, as I imagine. I remember winter 2016, when tumblr was flooded by these norwegian white boys kissing in a pool and cuddling and I was like ‘nah’, this doesn’t look convincing. I don’t know what changed my mind but I remember sitting down at last and watching all that was released of season three and it was only downhill from there. I remember starting to follow the real life updates religiously while watching the other previous seasons in between. The one clip that completely wrecked me was when Isak went to the school nurse about his struggles with sleep - it felt like for the first time I saw someone on screen that could understand me on so many different levels. The entierty of seaons three is so personal, I would tell you to go watch it if you don’t know what I mean. The entire show in fact. It’s a masterpiece and it feels so real. This show impacted my life in a way that no show has managed to do before. I miss it so much. I miss Isak too sigh.

Shang Xirui

Winter Begonia (2020)

Technically, for me personally, Shang Xirui is the nonbinary, gay and ace representation I need in my life (or at least that’s my own personal take on him), but since that is not official, he’s still here on this list. Of course he is because wow, it’s been a long while since I’ve seen such a compelling character on screen. I went from disliking him to being absolutely heartbroken over him. I don’t think any other character in this show captured me as much as he did. There are so many layers to him and discovering all of his sides is a wonderful, heartbreaking, painful and also beautiful journey. I’m not sure I understand all of him yet, but I am willing to try and dig and just ponder his existence. This too, is a perfect example for a flawed yet authentic protagonist. Also he is the most beautiful thing on this planet, or at least that’s how I have been feeling ever since I watched this. I wish to write more of him in the future.

Aang

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

I grew up watching ATLA and my favourite characters have always been Toph, Zuko and Uncle Iroh. In recent years however, I completely fell in love with Aang all anew.

I think especially in the past, I had these prejudices against main characters and found them all the most boring personalities ever. In recent years this changed a lot and especially Aang is a prime example for that. Watching him from the perspective of older me, I find so much wisdom in this young boy. Somehow he represents all I wish to be in my life but at the same time he shows his flaws, he carries this sadness with him that will accompany him all his life. This inner battle and chaos that he has to face day to day and in the end - he is just a young boy. So much has been taken from him and yet he learns how to not let it overtake him, that anger and hurt. He tries his hardest to be better than the day before, even if sometimes the world crashes down on him and he gets overwhelmed. He is a child recruited by adults to manage their mistakes and play into the hands of predestined fate and in this essay I will -

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling

I am surprised myself. I thought I would put Fred and George here, or Remus and Sirius, however I realised that none of them quite capture this feeling of lifelong change, of personal, deep impact that Harry had on me.

As with Aang above, I used to think Harry was the most boring protagonist, yet my opinion took a 180° turn in the past years. Many of the things I wrote for Aang apply to him too - the fact that he was a child, that lost so much, and was always faced with challenges that a child should never have needed to face. Something I want to address is how my favourite book, The Order of the Phoenix, lays all of this out. Harry is just as flawed, just as vulnerable and angry as anyone else. I know some people did not like his ‘emo behaviour’ in the fifth book but for me it just showed how human he is, how he was just a teen like myself at that time. As for many, this boy shaped my entire life, shaped a generation, and I will forever be grateful. I’m sad and angry at how J*R behaves, and how she puts us in the position of doubting our love for these stories. I know I will always love them, but I will not turn a blind eye on all the problematic shit is carries with itself and what the author piles upon us.

Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian

The Untamed (2019)

I will try and keep this short, because if you want to read my thoughts about Wangxian just go to my ao3 and find the over 70k i wrote for them. I decided to put them here together because I can’t seperate them and I can’t choose between them. Each of them carries something I recognise in myself, and each of them is the opposite of me. They each own my heart and soul and I know there will never be a fictional couple like this for me ever again. They’ve snuck their way into my heart and have never left. They deserve to be here, together, because my love for them is indescribable. Bless them. + Bonus:

The Doctor

Doctor Who (1963/2005)

Technically, the Doctor doesn’t count as a “male” character, but since he has been presenting as male up until recently, I needed to include him. I chose the Tenth Doctor because he is the one that broke my heart the most. I adored Nine but he was there too short, and I do love Eleven and Twelve a lot, and Thirteen absolutely owns my heart, Ten has just always been the one that made me cry the most. I loved this era of Doctor Who, I loved how sad and hopeful he was, how heartbroken and yet determined to help wherever it was needed. Doctor Who is always that show, when I return to it, I am reminded that maybe, humanity and the universe isn’t all that bad.

phew, this took ages damn. but i had so much fun! i decided to leave out honorable mentiones because we would be sitting here until tomorrow lol.

#gosh this was nice #a lot of incoherent rambling here #thanks dear #tag game #personal

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