#bc I'm NOT holding the mob bosses hand no no thank you

[lavenoon]

h. hamds.

[aves-ery]

CEO or Mob boss Wanda and stripper R👀 maybe she's just getting some visit to a certain club and she only have her for R but R is kind avoiding her. R is kind of snappy and feisty for Wanda but Wanda loved her more. One night she saw R entertaining other guests so she brought the whole club and kicked everyone out so she could have R all for herself.

Idk maybe you'd like to consider, btw you works are great and wonderful and so are you! Thanks!!!

one, thank you! two, this is ctually so bad bc I'm tired and for some reason forgot how to write good smut? but heres just wanda crazy for you.

pairing; CEO!wanda x stripper!reader

warnings; smut 18+ ONLY, infatuated wanda, praise!!, strap-on, fingering

if anyone saw wanda at a strip club, it'd be a field day for press. but quite honestly, she didnt care when she laid her eyes on you. she saw the flashes of the cameras when she walked in, but when she saw you in that lingerie, she didn't care what the articles were gonna read the next day.

wanda sat snug in a booth, watching you from afar. her silk button up was unbuttoned down to her upper stomach, her boobs only covered by her tight fitting sports-bra.

"i want that one," she pointed you out to all of her boss friends, a beer bottle still in hand. you were all over someone else, a lap dance she presumed.

one of the guys whistled you over, waving a "come here" motion. wanda knew it wasnt the way to get your attention, but you followed through, stalking over to them. you smiled, waving.

"hey gentlemen," you said seductively, plopping your pretty ass onto Tony's lap. wanda rolled her eyes.

"actually, as pretty as you are baby, this one wanted ya," tony pointed to wanda, and wanda waved her fingers.

"you just caught my eye, pretty," she said. you recognized the CEO immediately. you had to fight an eyeroll because no way in hell you were letting some snob like wanda touch you. you turned to the gruffy man whose lap you are on.

"i came over to see you," you avoided. the men around the table laughed, making fun of wanda. wanda just told them to all "shut the fuck up."

she tried to get your attention all night, buying you drinks, complimenting you, trying to just make you say hi. all she'd get in response is an eye roll and a "leave me alone."

"yo, get away from the girl she told you to stop," a bouncer said, pushing wanda away from you.

"look man, im not trying to cause a problem. she's just a pretty lady," wanda laughed, trying to use her charm to make him let her through.

"sorry, the girls not comfortable with you," the bouncer said again. wanda groaned, pulling out her wallet.

"c'mon ill even pay to just talk to her, man," wanda pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, and you rolled your eyes at the interaction. "i wont touch her, fucking promise. just wanna get to know the gal," wanda pleaded.

the bouncer looked at you, pointing at the money. wanda was at least holding 500 dollars in her hand currently. it was a silent agreement, and wanda was allowed into the private room

she handed a bill to the bouncer, then a few to you, before sitting in one of the booths. "you're a feisty one," she joked. you rolled your eyes.

"you can't buy me," she snapped. wanda nodded.

"im not trying to, babe. you're just... very intriguing," wanda said.

-

you had complained all of the next week, even after you didnt see wanda. you just didnt want her around, and didn't want her paying her way to you.

wanda found that out quickly, but she couldn't help it. you deserved to be worshiped with everything she could buy.

she sent you flowers, chocolates, everything to work. she didn't even know what days you worked, and she still sent them. Every time, you snacked on the chocolate and left the flowers in the trash. you didn't complain about that though. if she was going to spend money on you, she was going to laugh about it.

wanda came again two weeks later. she smiled and waved at you, but you continued flirting with a client. your hands on the man more than usual, making sure to get a rise out of her. you avoided her, but from close by. she'd call you over, and you'd give a lap dance to a guy near her.

wanda was fucking tired of it. that week, she bought the whole strip club. when you found out, you quit.

"no." wanda said.

"what?! you're fucking crazy. you're stalking me!" you screamed. wanda raised her eyebrows, standing up

"im not stalking you!" she screamed back at you

you laughed, "right. you're just fucking craz-" wanda kissed you. hard. you pushed her away, looking at her like she was actually insane, because she was, and then you kissed her back harder.

wanda grabbed your hips, picking you up and setting you on her desk. "you were just too pretty to leave alone. I'd buy the whole earth to be with you," she told you.

you thought she was joking, but she really wasn't. wanda was infatuated with you. when you looked her in the eyes, you could tell. you kissed her hard, allowing the woman you barely knew to have all of you.

"you're so pretty," wanda said, removing your sweater and kissing your breasts. you blushed, nodding.

"thank you," you whispered, moaning softly.

"you'll never have to work again, okay? and I'll win you over, i promise. I'll take you out on dates, I'll buy you dinner," wanda got on her knees sliding your shorts down, looking at you in the eyes. "I'll do anything, for you."

you blushed again, nodding, "win me over," you moaned. wanda nodded, sliding your panties over and taking you in.

"such a good girl," she praised, licking you fully. you shook softly, tangling your hands into wanda's hair. her lips found your clit, sucking softly.

you let out another breathy moan, and another as two digits pushed into you. your hand flew everything off the desk, and you lied back. wanda could deal with it later, you decided.

she was quick to make you cum, cleaning your thighs and kissing them both. she got rid of her pants, revealing a large red strap on. you looked at wanda with shaky arms and legs, smiling at her.

she didn't bother to take her button up off, only her pants and boxers, before shuffling towards you. "can i make you mine?" wanda asked, kissing your palms. you smiled up at her.

"yes," you said again, kissing her deeply. wanda smiled, lining her strap up with your cunt, before softly making her way into you.

the strap was the biggest you've taken, so you were grateful for wanda's soft nature. she looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort. when she didn't find any, she started to go faster.

your hands found her back, gripping her shoulders and scratching down her back, "faster, wanda," you pleaded.

wanda nodded quickly, making sure to pick up the pace, "anything for you, doll," wanda kissed her thumb. she grabbed your boobs, kissing them both before kissing your lips. "you're so pretty like this," wanda said, kissing you again.

"thank you," you moaned. wanda's hand found your clit, rubbing softly until you came around her strap.

when you finished, she pulled out and washed you up with a washcloth. she then put you back into your shorts, and then her own hoodie.

"gonna get you back home and run you a bath, kay? dont gotta worry about anything ever again. I'll take care of you."

[samsspambox]

oh god ok much much thoughts i hope you don't mind my extremely rambly series of asks. first off, marius

I imagine Marius villain as that he wants to completely remake pax to be free of austin & giann's influence, and if he can't, destroy the company instead. because what if austin & giann never truly got over carenina's death?

austin subconsciously holds marius to the Giann Standard:tm: and is generally more absent in his life, sometimes ignoring marius' achievements (like winning the art competition at his school) for giann's events.

giann despises marius for taking away his mother, and makes no secret of that. austin doesn't notice (austin never notices), and only the staff saves marius from the worst of the bullying. (he would have died when he was six, if someone didn't alert giann. and even then, the saving was for the sake of his reputation, not because he genuinely cared about marius surviving)

but that doesn't matter now. as much as austin disliked him, he has no reason to return to the job. and even if austin really does suspect that marius took care of his brother (because he did. the body would never be found), and every conversation they have are a careful dance around the accusation, he would never know.

after all, his name starts with m. m for marius. (m for monster. and what can they say when the truth comes out? what can they say to a monster of their own making?)

-🍓

(why do i hurt marius like this when he's my fav?)

sorry for the incredibly late response to this strawberry nonnie i'm nothing if not a corporate slave to the government

bUT!!! vincent as a young hacker intrigues me 👀 like,,, i guess you could put him in luke's place? secret agent vincent kim but you decided if he's corporate spying or not LMAO!!

you're so right mob boss vyn richter sounds so good and delicious esp if you think about all the influences he has and, if he plays into Dad Haspran's hands, he can gain so much capitol. like. a whole ass king in stellis funded by his dad and his dad can't say shit bc he's reaping the benefits of increased imports and having a relationship with his son.

i do like the idea of artem being pushed to be an anti hero of sorts in the law industry, i think i still prefer blackmailed artem into helping bc after a while he'd become what he fought so valiantly against, yk? it's poetic but i won't deny mockingjay has a really good ring to it.

luke as a vigilante i can totally get behind, especially if you combine him being a bit of a labrat and concocting his own poisons or like making torture devices!!!

no but marius reinventing pax is so good, not just for a villain au but in general??? he does it out of grief and strife and to kick out all the people who oppose him and i'm gnawing on this like a dog to a bone nonnie i like this one a lot it's so poetic and it can take so many meanings and it could mean that marius killed giann for the throne bc he's a king after all

also you 🤝 me

villans are also pretty neat

thank you for dropping by nonnie!!

[starleska]

girl i am just SO curious since we have the same type and all abt your thoughts on Cagney Carnation from Cuphead 👀

oh hell yes!!! thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about the deranged flower again 😳💖💖💖 i adore Cagney Carnation. who doesn't?? such a captivating design - one part mob boss, one part flower, one part monstrous abomination with some very sexy teeth 🙈🙈 Cuphead is one of those franchises i have a tonne of f/os from: Cagney Carnation, Chef Saltbaker, Werner Werman, King Dice, Baroness Von Bon Bon...and doubtless the next time i revisit the fandom someone else's wonderful fanart will tip me into fixation for another character 😂 but Cagney is special...i totally get why we all went feral for him 😂💖 he's yet another instalment in the 'characters with long supernumerary appendages who could easily rip us apart' roster...the incredible strength, his silly little dance, and how absolutely badass his final form is, it's no wonder he's so beloved!! easily one of the best and most iconic fights in the whole game with a banging song, and so many fun details. i went back and S-ranked him recently and felt on top of the world 🙈

listen, i am down so bad it's not funny 😂 Cuphead really does lend itself to so much creativity and fandom fun...feels very much like Don't Hug Me I'm Scared in that way. whether folks are drawing him as a grumpy lil flower, an Eldritch abomination or a handsome gijinka, there's no version of him i don't like;;; OH!!! have you heard Man on the Internet's lyric cover of Floral Fury? he'll forever be my headcanon voice for Cagney (until we get an official one, of course 😉). for now, all we have to go off of is his laugh, which is...um...🥴 i even made a little Cuphead OC to ship with him!! their name's Aster, and they're a star from Hilda Berg's moon phase 🥰 it's been a while since i made them, and i'd love to revisit the universe and make more OCs...i think everyone should try their hand at making one for Cuphead selfship purposes, it's great 🙈 i am still devastated that we didn't get him in the previous 'season' of The Cuphead Show. Netflix fuckery continues to blight us, but i'm still holding out hope!! did you know that storyboard artist Karl Hadrika shared a still from a current 'lost episode' of the show, showing Cagney with his tommy gun? 👀 i'm still very hopeful that bc The Cuphead Show is so staggeringly popular that we will get another season...but until then, we gotta sit tight and gush about Cagney amongst ourselves 🥺💖

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

this has nothing to do w writing, but do you tank? and if so, is it difficult to get used to? ive pretty much only played healers (currently maining whm) and i really wanna pick up drk bc Fray but the idea of trying out a completely different role kinda scares me lol;;

Unfortunately, I'm in the same boat--I only have experience with healing (WHM main) and DPS (RDM/BRD). However, fortunately I do have good friends who play tank quite often, and are also DRK mains!

They've got a bit of experience in helping new tank mains get into the groove. I put all the information from one friend (@amasarbulqasar) below the readmore since it's a tad lengthy.

If @nijohirjesyho wants to add onto this please do!

Tanking in FFXIV is:

- make sure your stance is on

- 98% of the time face the mobs north and stand away from your party. If they come stand by you that officially becomes a them problem.

- take the aggro and make sure you keep it. Your AOE is usually good for securing enmity but you shouldn't spam it since your primary combo will traditionally do better.

- use mitigation on trash pulls. It's okay, that's what it's there for. Good to have on bosses too, but you need to live long enough to get that far. Don't panic and push it all at once. Rampart is also a very good resource, please don't forget your actions.

- you can interrupt moves with a flashing red bar. You should do so when it's a boss casting.

- keep bosses pointing north when possible. Boss fights usually introduce the tank buster early so you know what it's called when it's being cast later. Mitigate and keep that away from your party in case it's a cleave. Some exceptions apply but sharing the cleave is the exception, not the rule.

- if they're picking drk up know the grind is a bit weird because the early class plays... not funky? But its an adjustment from step 1. Don't eat too many pools of the abyss, this mechanic never comes back so don't worry about it. The damage buff is nice but not too make or break. Keep people off of Fray.

- get good gear. Invest in decent tank gear. Make it yourself if you must. As a tank you probably shouldn't be running around with gear 10+ levels below your actual level if you can avoid it. You're going to be hit a lot and your healers will thank you if you're at least trying with mitigation and a decent gear.

- Use FATES to level if you need a break from dungeons. They're underrated but very good. Hunts are good too. These are good tips especially in later areas where you're rewarded for FATE completion.

- if you're going into a raid or a dungeon as a new tank, it doesn't hurt to look up a guide and check how the bosses work. obscure ARR hard dungeons especially had some weird times where they hadn't decided what they want markers to look like yet. If you don't wanna, that's fine, but it doesn't hurt to be open about first time tanking!

- checking with your healer for pull sizes is not a bad idea. Some want in and out and want to hold your life in your hand. Some want small because they're learning too! If you're more comfortable with small pulls and people keep bringing more to you, saying something like "hey I'm new and not comfortable with big pulls" at least is open about it. If they're a dick I can't help you with that other than "your Squad in your grand company is Trust Alpha and while there are some hiccups are a good way to learn the dungeon without random people" if you have the rank for it

- Any time your level syncs down, your stance is turned off. If you go into maps it's turned off. Make sure you check if it's on or not.

- don't feel the need to Main Tank a trial if you're new. It's worth asking in chat, "hey do you wanna MT or should I?" If you're not sure. Don't make yourself uncomfortable if you're not up for it, but be aware you may need to turn your stance on and provoke if your cotank spontaneously dies

- Tank privilege is to stand in an AOE if that saves the party, but if you don't put people at risk for doing so get out of it and then move back in. Try to face all the enemies because you have a chance to "parry" (block ~15%) of damage if they're attacking from the front, but they'll always do full damage from the back

[mfingenius]

I mean I'm not saying you should, but to fit every mob boss/baker story you want without worrying about numbers, just force them in with "0.1.2" "0.5.1." JJFBSJHFB but fr i love that AU so much and I smile every time I see you've updated it

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS I ALSO LOVE THIS VERSE AND YOU JUST GAVE ME AN IDEA OH MY GOD

I have no idea what part this is okay let’s just call it like part 0.4

Also I now changed the mob boss/baker au to masterlist 2 bc i keep adding to it and I think i’m near the top limit of links in masterlist 1 again bc of continuations anyways HERE WE GO OH MY GOD

 [0.1] [0.4] [0.5] [0.7] [0.75] [1]

Of course, it’s not long before someone tries to hurt Draco; Harry - who’s had interns following Draco 24/7 since the first time they went out - is notified when someone from another crime family enters the bakery, and he’s there in less than ten minutes; they guy is pointing a gun at Draco and watching him while he works. He’s also wearing an earpiece, which most likely means that he’s been ordered to do something and isn’t really behind any of it.

The guy is talking - most likely making some threat or other, or telling Draco to come with him - but Harry’s gorgeous boyfriend doesn’t make a single move, unaware of his surroundings and immersed in his work.

Harry clicks a silencer onto his gun and enters the store; the bell chimes, but since Draco’s deaf he can’t hear it and doesn’t even look up from where he’s decorating chocolates for Harry, who’s the only one who comes into the store this late at night.

“I’m telling you, he’s just standing there, he won’t listen to me-” the guy is saying, frustrated; Harry wants to laugh. The sign behind the counter, very clearly says  ‘Hello. I’m deaf. Please look at me and speak clearly so I can read your lips.’

Harry missed it the first time he was here, too, so he can’t very well pretend to be more observant, but he wasn’t trying to kill Draco then; this guy should’ve done his research.

Harry’s gun clicks as he loads it, and though Draco’s deaf, the other guy is not; he turns slowly, looking at Harry, and a terrified look appears in his face.

“I didn’t-” He begins backing away slowly, closer to Draco and the counter. “I wasn’t-”

Harry shoots him.

His body crumples to the floor with a loud sound, and Harry rolls his eyes, stepping over the body and signaling back to his interns to clean up the scene; they already know what to do. Usually, cleaning up means getting rid of any witnesses, but Harry’s not going to let anyone touch Draco.

He steps closer to the counter and hides his gun, grabbing Draco’s chin; his boyfriend startles and looks up, before relaxing when he sees him.

“Hello,” Harry murmurs, pressing several kisses to his lips. “How are you, gorgeous?”

Good, Draco signs excitedly. Look, I’ve made something new.

Harry takes the chocolate he’s offering, and moans when the taste hits his tongue; he steps around the counter, and Draco turns around to watch him, which allows his interns to step into the shop to take away the body.

“How did I get so lucky with you?” Harry asks, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. 

Good timing and a taste for chocolates? Draco suggests with a smirk.

Harry laughs and kisses him again while his interns clean up the blood; they’re about to leave when he signals for them to do it again; they should know better than to be so sloppy by now.

“How’s your day been?” Harry asks him, signing along to his words; his signing is still not perfect, but he’s a lot better than he was at the start.

Busy, Draco signs back. Sold out before seven and had to close early. A man approached me about expanding, and a magazine editor about writing an issue on the bakery. 

“I’m so happy for you,” Harry tells him honestly. “Will you do it?”

Draco smiles. Expand or the article?

“Both,” Harry says.

I don’t want to expand yet, Draco signs, looking thoughtful. But the article couldn’t hurt.

Harry agrees. He kisses Draco again, and again, and then takes his hand and eats another few chocolates; he has an insane craving for sweets after he kills someone.

“Your place tonight?” Harry asks him, before pouring the chocolates into a small bag - without letting go of Draco’s hand - and putting it in the pocket of his coat. “Or do you want to come to mine?”

Though it’s only been six months, they sleep at each other’s places almost every night; Harry loves falling asleep holding Draco, and Draco loves waking up next to him in the morning.

Mine tonight, Draco signs, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek; Harry smiles, and looks back to see his interns are leaving, having done a perfect job of cleaning up the blood the second time. Good. They have to learn.

“Let’s go,” Harry says, squeezing Draco’s hand tighter.

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Just as Michael's about to answer their question, Jason's phone goes off. "Perfect timing," he mutters before going outside to take the call. "Jason Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, it appears Mr. Renault is at the office demanding to speak with you. What should I do?" One of his employees informs him.

"Cyrus has my number. If he would like to schedule a meeting, tell him he can call me and we'll have one."

"I've already told him that and he won't agree to it."

Dammit. Peace in this town is fragile enough; the last thing they need is an angry Cyrus. He's been unstable as of late, not agreeing to this could lead to a gunfight. Well, that's actually to be expected. "We'll meet at the office in twenty minutes then. Tell him to call off his men, including Brando. Look around the perimeter and have the rest of the guards check to make sure that there's no one on the premises or within range of hitting someone."

"Yes sir," the employee agrees, hanging up the phone.

"Business stuff?" Willow asks cautiously. After all, this is the first time she's been in this situation.

"Yeah," Michael answers, sensing from the businesslike stance he's taken in their kitchen. "Let's go check on the kids."

They leave the room and instantly Carly asks, "What did he do?"

"Demanded we meet. I don't know why or what this is about, so please tell me you didn't do anything stupid that could cost the truce to be undone."

"I haven't done anything. I've considered it, but I haven't done anything yet," she tells him. "How long til the meeting?"

"I've gotta get going. You have to stay here, this doesn't concern you. Cyrus is looking for a fight and you'll give him one. He's looking for any reason to violate the truce and take me out," Jason informs her. "I mean it. No showing up."

"Is it a solo meeting?"

"Yes."

"You want me to sit here and list out the times he's tried to kill you this past year and a half? Jason, you can't got to a meeting alone. You'll get killed!" Carly exclaims.

"No I won't, Carly. I've got it handled, I told you," he says, glancing at his watch.

"Yes you will! You need to stop agreeing to these one on one meetings because one of these days he's going to get you killed and I won't be able to survive that!"

"I told you, I'm not getting killed!"

"Can you predict the future? No, you can't! I know you might want to go and have this meeting but you can't do it alone!"

"I'm going to the meeting, Carly. You are going to stay here with your kids, grandkids, and Willow," he says, voice unbudging. She's not going to win.

"Promise me you'll come back."

"Carly-"

"Promise me, Jason, or you're not going!"

"I promise."

"Fine, you can go," she surrenders, hugging him. "But be safe."

"As safe as I can be, meeting with him," he agrees.

"Alright, well you better go now or you're not going to be able to say goodbye to the kids."

He bids them all goodbye, hugs Carly again, and leaves for the meeting. His gun is on him, as is his cell phone. Though the usefulness of a cell phone is to be questioned when it's a mob meeting he's having. Not like he can exactly call the police if anything happens, they'd arrest him.

Arriving at the office, he senses that today's going to be a long day.

"Hey Harry, is it clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, thanks," he says before walking into the office. "Cyrus. What's so urgent?"

"Well, Sonny's been gone a year now. I was hoping we could revisit us joining together for a way to continue the peace in this town," Cyrus answers.

"Like I told you the day you found out he was missing, that isn't happening. You're not going to run your product through this town and ruin it. This was Sonny's territory and if he's not dead and comes back, it'll be his again. We both agreed no drugs. It's not happening. Is that all?" Jason asks, bored.

"No, actually. I was wondering how Mrs. Corinthos is holding up. Given that this is the anniversary of losing her husband, I'd presume not well."

"None of your damn business."

"No need to get so defensive, I'm merely posing a question. Trying to make conversation."

"If you don't have anything related to business to discuss, my men will escort you out."

"Oh, but I doubt you will," Cyrus says, laughing evilly. "You'll be too dead to even have the chance to get me out of this room." He takes his gun from his pocket rather dramatically for Jason's taste and aims for him.

Drawing his gun himself, the now mob boss ducks, narrowly missing the bullet before firing his own, missing the other mobster by only a few inches. That was on purpose; a warning shot of sorts. "It never occurred to me," the ponytail clad man continues unaffected, "that you'd be so easy to take out. I mean, really. Your reputation is that you're businesslike and directly to the point, but then you've agreed to several meetings with me alone. I was planning on having some fairly difficult plans to kill you, but you've simply fallen into my lap. I do suppose I feel a bit bad, however, that Mrs. Corinthos will have to deal with you being dead as well."

There's a line you just don't cross in business, and that's been crossed. He remembers his promise to not die and snaps into action. "Fire that gun again and I hit you right between the eyes," Jason warns, setting himself up for his shot.

"I sense I've hit a nerve," Cyrus smiles, "mentioning her like that. Tell me, Mr. Morgan, has it ever occurred to you that you're the reason she even knows about this business? With you gone, I suppose she'll be taking it over. Though I don't doubt her, I do doubt her ability to properly run this business. It's doubtful that she'll even make it a few weeks before she's ki-"

Another warning shot goes from Jason's gun, this one only barely above his head. "Last warning, Cyrus. This isn't a game. She's barely involved in this business and you have no right to bring her up when this fight is between us. So drop the gun and get on the ground."

Chuckling as though he doesn't even really believe that he's about to be taken out, Cyrus stupidly continues, "I'll probably send one of my men to kill her, you know. Try to make it painless out of respect for her."

"Talking about me?" Carly asks, walking in with armed guards. She's got the worst timing.

"Yes I was, Mrs. Corinthos. How are you?"

"I'd be better if you were in a casket six feet under," she answers calmly. "Now, put your gun down before I kill you with my bare hands."

Where the fuck did she learn how to do that? He didn't teach her, neither did Sonny. Who did? Not the point, Carly isn't supposed to be here. She's now got the chance to be shot. That would kill him faster than the bullet wound he feels he could get.

"You heard her," Jason says. "Gun down, on the ground."

Turns out that's what needed to be done. The guards with guns pointed at his head doesn't hurt either, he's sure, but Cyrus finally gets on the ground and drops his gun.

"Good. Get Mrs. Corinthos out of here, now," he orders, to her complaints. "Carly, just go."

"I, personally, have nothing against her being here," Cyrus voices.

"You have no say." When Carly leaves, Jason calmly continues, "You mention her name again in front of me and I'll kill you. Talk about your plan to take me out again and you'll be dead. Nothing is changing. This is your last warning. Next time you try to kill me or someone I care about, you'll be dead quicker than you can even move from the scene. Get out."

Angrily, the ponytail clad man leaves, escorted by the guards. Jason then makes sure everyone knows to make sure there's no evidence of what happened, and that there's especially none Carly was ever there before he joins her in her car.

It's a quiet ride, with him firing off orders for his men and her pouting.

"I was right! He wanted you dead! You fell right into his trap!" She exclaimed when they walked into the living room of her house.

"No I didn't! Carly, I had it all under control!"

"Gun pointed at you, Jason! I walked in and there was a gun pointed at you!"

"I had mine pointed at him too! You can't walk into a gunfight!"

"Oh, but you can start one? You can get shot, I can't? Is that how this works?"

"The only reason you'd be shot in general is because of me, Carly! I introduced you to the business, I'm the reason you and Sonny got together, and I'm the reason you're still apart of it. I can deal with getting myself shot, I've survived other bullets before, but I can't deal with you getting shot!"

"I didn't!"

"Yeah, because I kicked you out of there!"

"I brought the guards, I was safe!"

"You walked into a gunfight when I told you it was the stupid thing to do! I told you not to go but you couldn't help yourself, could you, and you went to the meeting."

"You want me to tell you I was wrong and apologize? I'm not gonna do that! You could've been killed! God knows what Sonny's livelihood status is, but yours is alive. Alive, Jason! I'm not risking you dying, alright?"

"I've survived bullets before, I'd survive this one!"

"How do you know that? I need you to stay alive, so I don't care what your feelings are on the subject and I'm not apologizing! If I had to do it again and it was the only option, I'd go unarmed and alone. I would've been shot if it meant saving you from that! Cyrus wants you dead!"

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died because of me! Your kids need their mother! Cyrus wants you dead too and I'll be damned if I let it happen."

"So what, Jason, you'll do the noble thing and die instead of me? That'll kill me. I couldn't breathe when we thought you were dead last time. Imagine how I'd be if I knew I was the one who caused it!"

"You're not dying!" He shouts back, but there's no edge to his tone anymore. He's less pissed. "Not when it's preventable. You're not getting shot either Carly. If I cause your death, I'll hate myself."

"And you think I won't hate myself if I cause yours?"

To be continued after midnight bc I have thing to add to my blog

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