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mha-adore · 3 years

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General HCs: Students

Excluding Dekusquad and Bakusquad I have everyone else here, I hope you like it ☺

Tokoyami (+Dark Shadow)

* He's really trying to be a harbinger of truth and exposer of deciet. He's a dork. He's just trying to impress you.

* He's so stupidly into music and has like seven playlists he's made for you. Please listen to them he worked hard. He's really shy about his music tastes.

* Dark Shadow teases him relentlessly. You're walking near him? Tokoyami mysteriously trips into your open arms. You need help reaching something on a high shelf? Shadow birb got you covered. His only goal is to make you notice how flustered he is with you.

* He's insecure about being part avian. Most people aren't really attracted to birds, right? Honestly he could look like anything, it doesn't matter. He's a little angsty but kind hearted and pays close attention to you.

Jiro

* She's written like fifteen songs for you and you've heard none of them. They're top secret hidden in her locked diary. If you ask her very nicely and promise not to judge she'll play some for you.

* Expect a lot of punk and metal gifts from her. Her entire existence is punk and metal please lift her up. She is so shy about it.

* Totally the flustered gf. Borrows your clothes without asking and denies it only to approach you in front of everyone else and be like "oh hey here's your shirt back btw" and leave like it was nothing but she is screaming inside.

* Honestly just share a closet with her you two would trade clothes so often you'd need to stitch your names into the tags to keep track. Share the same perfume/cologne too while you're at it. Did you use the same fragrance or did you snuggle together for an hour? No one else knows.

Momo

* She knows other people are after her either for her physique, her family wealth or both and as such, is distrustful at first. She doesn't want to fall for someone only to learn they're using her. Give her space to get comfortable with who you are.

* That said when she knows it's genuine feelings she spoils you rotten. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, a custom hero costume etc. Her wallet is yours for the taking. Please don't fuck her over.

* Because her family is well known both as elites and heroes she has a reputation to keep up. She insists that you go with her dressed well and looking great so she can show you off with style.

* She is actually very soft hearted and needs some soft love sometimes. Just sit with her under a blanket she made and watch a romcom. Don't judge her for binge eating, she needs to eat well to support her quirk. If anyone makes fun of her kick their ass into the stratosphere.

Aoyama

* He simply will not stop sparkling and neither shall you. He shares his skin care, hair care and multi vitamins with you. You're both glowing, literally.

* He can be spontaneous and over the top in everything he does. He likes to show off and catch stares. He wants to catch your stare. If you gaze longingly at him he'll act suave while squealing with glee inside.

* He spends his money frivolously. He buys expensive care products, jewelry, clothes, stuffed animals...Did I mention it's all for you? He's penniless for you and doesn't mind that at all.

* He craves your attention so much. Spend some time alone with him and just look at him. In public keep your eyes locked on him. His ego will go through the roof, in the best way.

Monoma

* He is so fucking full of himself. Until you're around. He's usually narcissistic and up his own ass but when you walk by he's suddenly humble, kind and friendly. It's just him wanting you to see his good side.

* Sweet hearted asshole wants to feel loved. Just be kind to him. Help him with his homework. Spend free time with him. Help him show up 1-A. He'll love it.

* Totally uses you as a reason 1-B is better than 1-A. "Sure you guys fought villains and all but you don't have anyone even vaguely as attractive as my beloved!" Just let him have his fun in the sun.

* His hero costume is over the top for a reason. He wants to be the prince to sweep you off your feet, kiss you and ride off on a horse. He has the attire covered. Next, your love.

Hitoshi

* Above anything please just be accepting of his quirk. Don't ask him to use it for anything unnecessary or say anything bad about it. He's been ridiculed his entire life for his "villainous quirk", please be kind.

* Nap with him dammit. He's sleeping deprived because he pours all day and night into becoming good enough for 1-A. He wants to be a real hero and he values that over sleep. Cuddle with him at night and he'll sleep like a happy rock.

* You must love cats, end of discussion. His backpack is cat shaped, his phone case is a cat, his spirit animal is a cat, he may as well be a cat. He'd be over the moon if you compares him to a Maine Coon.

* When he does get into 1-A please be happy for him. He worked so hard for it, show your support. Even if you're in different classes you can see each other during lunchbreaks and after school.

Mirio

* He is sunshine. He is warmth. He adopts introverts. It's our man. His hugs are like butterfly kisses if they could crush you.

* He's the type to be really into you and still treat you like a friend. He can't get with someone unless he knows them very well beforehand.

* Though he's friendly and out reaching to others he's still a private person who shares little about his personal life. He needs to learn about you first. Being open yourself will encourage him to start chatting about himself.

* He loves romantic songs. He isn't one for Spotify, playlists or the such but if he hears a song that makes him think of you he's texting you the link immediately. He gets so caught up texting you that he stops listening to others and is in his own little world.

Tamaki

* He is just....So shy. So baby. He really wants to be a strong hero and save the people he loves but he is so shy. Don't pressure him into anything, he just needs someone who will let him be himself.

* That said, he has no experience in love. He's had crushes over the years but nothing meaningful enough to mention. Until you came along and took his heart for a stroll. Now you're all he thinks about. Is your hand warm? Do you like to kiss cheeks? What's your favorite flavor Pop Tart?

* When he manages to confess to you (not if, when) it'll be something cheesy but sweet. Like on Valentine's Day he'll leave a heartfelt card on your desk with his signature and a flower. He's a simple man.

* His feelings are so sensitive please never yell at him, not even out of excitement. He's scared of upsetting the people he cares about and wouldn't dream of upsetting you, his little mochi ice cream. Yes all his pet names for you are based on food.

Nejire

* She's the personification of a flower crown. With thorns. Very soft, sweet and pleasing to the eyes but very capable of defending herself. She is not a sex object and beats the ass of anyone who says so about herself or you.

* I personally headcanon her as asexual but that's my idea on it. You can see it however you like. Either way she's very romantic and loves cute gestures like 3 foot tall teddy bears and hand sewn clothes.

* Imagine this: at the beauty pageant, she wears a dress you sewed for her yourself and, alongside her natural beauty and talent, wins the pageant. She would have just been proud to show everyone your skills but she won wearing that dress, you can bet she's telling everyone you made it.

* She treats Eri like a daughter and hopes you'll do the same with her. Call it a little childish but she loves the idea of playing house with you. Married in a little happy home caring for Eri together.

I think that's everyone I need to add for now. If you want to see someone else in this let me know! My next two posts will be this same format for pros and villains. If you have any headcanons to share or a request my inbox is open

#mha x reader #tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #jiro kyoka #jiro x reader #momo yaoyorozu #momo x reader #aoyama yūga #aoyama x reader #monoma neito #monoma x reader #mirio togata #mirio x reader #tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #nejire hado #nejire x reader

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themagichour · 2 years

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This day. This night. This year. I just got off the phone with the sweetest woman at my car insurance company — she told me I’m 1 of the strongest women she’s ever “met”, and that she was so happy she took my call — that she was going to clock out for the night, but had decided to take 1 more. She was working from home, so we talked for 15 minutes at the end of the call about the good in humanity… can’t even explain it, it was just so lovely. I had 5 kind patients and so many kind coworkers today. I don't remember the faces of those who yelled and swore at me, only those of that Kind 5. One woman born in '42, slow and somehow elegant in her bumbling and in her fuchsia lipstick and golden glitter blush. A thick Russian accent as a smile spread at my adoration of her paint:

“Thank you! Fun!"

"It's very fun!”

I got carjacked at gunpoint 1 month ago and was left with 1 broken rib and more PTSD to add to the pile. After 14 days my insurance considered my car a “total loss”, which meant I had to transfer the power of attorney to them — but it’s taken so long to process that it’s only just set to go through tomorrow. The Other Insurance Woman who’s been working my case comes in at 7, so I’m going to call her immediately. Don’t think I’m going to get any sleep. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But I feel good, and strong despite that. So we’ll see if I can stop that going through… I’m hoping so badly I can. At the same time, it’ll be okay if I can't. I do worry Yeetis the Yaris will trigger me… if that’s the case, I’ll sell it. But we’ll see. I know that sounds crazy. But the same nightmare visits me: Myself in the driver's seat, the hands of my carjacker on the wheel. I circle back around the block to watch myself scream for help in the parking lot. My phone hasn't been thrown out the window yet. A song plays over Bluetooth:

Children, have you ever met the Bogeyman before? No, of course you haven't, for you're much too good, I'm sure. Don't you be afraid of him if he should visit you. He's a great big coward, so I'll tell you what to do: Hush, hush, hush. Here comes the Bogeyman! Don't let him come too close to you, he'll catch you if he can.

All this to say, I'd found a voicemail. Yeetis had been found. I went out to drive Craig the Rental Hyundai Elantra home — whom I'd traded Axel the Douchebag Rental Mustang for — and he was gone. I knew exactly where I'd parked him, because I park him in view of the pharmacy drive-thru window. I knew I’d locked him, because I check 3 times that I have. Assumed he was stolen… luckily my Mom had come over, so I called her and she came to pick me up. The 2 of us completely floored and just plain laughing. Didn’t occur to either of us that it could’ve been towed. I went back into the pharmacy and one of my coworkers said it probably had been, and to ask the people at the front. Front People had no record of any towings, and not 1 of the cameras points to where Craig was parked. But Coworker said she saw 1 tow truck with a certain surname name on it at 1 point during the night and remembered it because those Certain-Surnamers get their meds from our pharmacy and they’re total pains in the ass.

Called the towing company, who had Craig. He was towed because people in the apartments next door keep parking in the area where I was parked. Why they decided I was one of those people, I don’t know. I had to get to the lot before 12 and show proof of employment, or I’d be charged. Employee discount card came in the mail today, and it’s the 1 proof of employment I have — called work back and Night Pharmacist 2 said they could call there if it wasn’t enough. Towing Guy was great, said my proof wasn’t proof enough, but that he believed me and my story “checked out”. Spent 1 hour there, half of it sitting in a flashing and idling tow truck with a Driver who told me all about how insane his job is. How they have to tow “fatals” every day, cars people have died in. And lots of other crazy things, crazy stories. Another meaningful human interaction.

Got Craig back, drove home. Called Detective, who was still at the station, while my Mom called insurance. Detective said Other Detective will call me in the morning, and that the only damage appears to be a shattered windshield and 4 windows. Though who knows if parts were taken out, or what. He was very kind.

Hung up with him and joined my Mom on that insurance call with that Sweet Woman. And that’s that for this day and night….…… jesus christ, man.

Here's hoping I don’t just faint tomorrow or something???? I need to be at work at 1. But have to call Other Insurance Lady at 7 and Other Detective at 8, because I'm not waiting for either of them to call me. It's nearly 4.

Oh my god. Anyway, I have to eat something because all I’ve eaten today are 2 granola bars and 1 piece of flatbread pizza. I need to figure out how to eat better on this job. And remember to drink water. Because I will seriously faint at this rate if not. Only drank 1 bottle of water between 10 and 10, only peed 2 times. Gotta love a 15-minute lunch break 6 hours late amid 8 hours of filling 900 prescriptions for 895 angry people.

I'm not sure how I feel about counting pills. But I’m counting my blessings. I'm getting better at numbers.

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heresathreebee · 4 years

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Garrote part 2

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez X Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word Count: 1591 words

Warning(s): Rated teen (until like chapter 6?). Language, more mentions of human trafficking. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: I got excited and I couldn’t wait to post this tomorrow. The OC finally appears here. (Diego looks like he’s trying to incite a three way and/or sexy shenanigans in this photo)

@1zashreena1 @nicke0115 @mental-bycatch

Diego didn't like Agent Healy. He didn't like anything about this scenario or the way the man just knew about the baby or where to find them. Alicia and Diego were some of the biggest criminals in North America and nobody was supposed to know they were even on this side of the border. There was no doubt in Diego’s mind that Alicia blamed him for it. But regardless of fault, Healy did know, and for that, the man had Alicia's confidence (if even by a frayed thread) and his instructions were easy to follow.

Healy hadn't given him a name nor a description, so Diego, with nothing but an address and a time, walked into a convenience store at 6 in the afternoon. She'll know you, was Healy's only explanation. Diego deeply regretted this already.

The bell on the door rang twice and as his eyes swept across the floor, it was mostly empty. The employee behind the counter barely looked up at him. There was an old drunk woman leaning over the beers and a younger woman in deep contemplation over which trail mix she wanted.

Feeling out of his element, he wandered through the snack section, glancing over to the young woman again. She was kind of cute. Straight hair pulled into a high ponytail and glasses perched at the end of her nose. He was going to say something (he didn't know what) when she looked up angrily and tossed the bags in her hands back onto the rack.

"When are you going to get vegan options in this store," she yelled at the employee.

The employee's exhausted eyes lifted from inspecting her fingernails and she pointed lazily, "next to the beer. It's only drinks, sorry."

The young woman looked nervously at the swaying drunk woman standing guard of the path, then caught Diego's staring and disappeared as quickly as possible. The sour gummy worms Diego had in his hand returned swiftly to the shelf in a calmer imitation of the fit the other customer had thrown not seconds before. He grabbed a case of beer and twizzlers before heading for the counter. He felt foolish– he didn't know what to do or who he was meeting or even what the next step would be. The employee looked over him seeming to sense his disgruntlement.

"Just this?," she asked. He nodded, watching her try to scan the items, fail, sigh in annoyance, and then manually enter their item codes to the register. He took a second to admire the radius of her curls. The black hair turned a caramel color at the ends and he imagined her hair tie holding on for dear life to contain the thick mass. Should it snap, the poof would be magnificent.

"OK, $7.23."

"That's it?" He gave her his card and ID but looking over his items, he decided to take it back. He was overpaying for this garbage. He noticed her stiffen as she spotted the name on his card.

"You're Diego Jimenez?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes…?"

He didn't like the way her shoulders slumped suddenly. Women didn't react like that– scratch that– no one reacted that way to him. Fear or arousal, but never… resignation? She looked like she was mourning something. Finishing the sale, she gave him back his cards and grasped his wrist to keep him from leaving. This shocked him– nobody was stupid enough to lay hands on a guy like him.

"I'm Jazmine." As if he couldn't read the name on her tag, but then she continued, "I'm your new girlfriend."

"What?"

"Just"- the bell of the door chimed behind him– "play along," she whispered.

"Bella!" An overly joyful white man walked over to the counter with a bright, familiar smile. "Mi primadonna. So lovely to see you again."

Jazmine chuckled in that 'I get paid to do this' sort of way. "Well, you know I'm always working!"

"Of course, of course," he replied, fishing for his wallet. He wore a suit– not expensive enough to be tailored but it wasn't overly unfitting– and his hair was beginning to thin at the top. Jazmine reappeared from the store's office with a bag of prepared items in it seemingly just for this guy. Upon noticing her, he gasped in surprise and pouted his lip like a young girl reacting to getting a present from her first boyfriend. "You hold the key to heart, and every time I see your face it makes my day just a little brighter."

Jazmine bowed her head to hide behind her bangs (were they bangs? They were textured and fell over her forehead short of her eyes). "No need to thank me, I always enjoy your visits."

If Diego wasn't so confused, he might have noticed her lying through her teeth. At the present, he was distracted when this cheery, overly doting man looked down to find Jazmine's hand touching the wrist of this stranger. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

"Who's this?"

Jazmine hopped over the counter, planting herself directly in Diego's personal space, and caressed his arm. "This is my boyfriend Diego. Diego, say hi." Diego looked between him and her. "This is Jeremy. Jeremy Haagen– the guy I've been telling you about."

"Oh," Diego managed. Go with it. "Hi. Nice to finally meet you."

Jeremy Haagen's jaw ticked but he reclaimed his smile, albeit with a chip on the shoulder. He spoke to Jazmine, not Diego. "It's nice to know I am on your mind even when I'm not around. I think I'll be going– I've got an early day tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss. Mann. And, uh, it was nice to meet you as well, Di-e-go."

He disappeared quickly into the rapidly growing cover of night. Jazmine was practically giddy. She lay backward across the counter top like a happy cat and stretched so a sliver of her belly showed. "I've never had him leave so quickly. I should have thought of this months ago!"

Diego hummed resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. To satisfy his lust or his annoyance, he couldn't say which. He watched her roll back into a sitting position and meet his eyes, now a little sheepish.

"I guess I've probably got some explaining to do… I can't do it right here, right now, it's probably best if we wait til we're somewhere less public..."

His phone showed it was 9:45 pm in bold font, indicating it had been hours since the strange incident. Jazmine Mann was indeed the woman he was supposed to work with– a specimen he never expected to tangle with. The good news was that she knew a little of Healy's scheme– and the better news was that she wasn't overly fond of the man either.

The terrible, terrible, awful news was that her shift didn't end for fifteen more minutes, and her replacement was always late to their shift. Jazmine watched over the store, stocked shelves that looked virtually OCD with how untouched and organized they were, and finally she escorted the drunken Chinese woman out the back door and across the street, then returned and immediately went back to cleaning. Diego was beyond bored. His soul had left his body and was back at his penthouse suite getting sucked off by that vegan yoga instructor from earlier. He was nearly asleep when his head hit the window and woke him up with a growl.

"Can we fucking go?," he snapped. "Fuck your job. Nobody's been in here for hours."

Jazmine sighed, unperturbed by his lack of etiquette. Her hand drummed on her thigh until she shrugged. "OK. I have to lock up first, then we can go over to my place and talk about things."

Diego grunted and pushed off of the counter opting for a smoke to calm him. He made it a point not to watch her work because watching her was like watching molasses on a hot summer sundae. It didn't mean he didn't notice whenever her shadow passed by, or when the lights behind him finally went out. He was lighting a second cigarette when at last, she locked the front door. She had traded the dull red work vest for a jean jacket, allowing the music band logo of her shirt to show proudly. They walked seven goddamn blocks through city streets to get to her apartment and even with his gun tucked into his pants he had never felt more unsafe.

"So what did Healy tell you?" She secured every lock on her door and sat down without offering anything to drink. So she didn't get many visitors-- alright then, he wouldn't put out his third cigarette.

Diego cleared her coffee table none too gently and sat facing her. "A whole lot of bullshit. Said he's trying to dismantle and trafficking ring and that you were going to need some help getting the job set up."

Jazmine bobbed her head. "OK. Healy let me be in charge of the details, but since the set up was already in affect, he's just taking advantage of an opportunity." She said the word opportunity while making air quote gestures with her hands. "That guy you met– he's the target. He's been coming into my store for the better part of a season and making unsutble passes at me almost every day. Healy says he runs most of the human trafficking around these parts– specifically the underage scene... and he left it at that so as not to compromise the integrity of my 'character.'

"I guess you and I are going to be a team." Jazmine leaned so she had his full attention. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend while I draw him out so Healy can snag him. Understand?"

"Not really."

"Good, we're on the same page then," she joked with a note of sincerity.

#Diego Jimenez x OC #Starz Power #Diego Jimenez #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒#Garrote

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nervelow · 3 years

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DANNI SAID: don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. / @nervehigh

❛ i wouldn't have to if you didn't also have a history of being a flight risk . ❜ his voice grinds against his teeth, pearly whites clenched much like the white - knuckled grip he has on his weapon. parker's footsteps echo through the chamber, gemma's adding to the chorus as she races after him, leaving only three for the time being. every bone in tom's body is begging him to rest, but the thought of taking even a second to breathe terrifies him. he wants nothing more than to keep going. doing so against joesphine ( warpath edition. ) is absolutely impossible without a plan, but anything has to be better than staying here. so many people above - ground are in trouble. and he swore a long time ago to save as many of them as possible.

since he isn't fast enough to grab gemma by the arm and yank her back to point a, tom's frustration is vented through a sharp exhale in danni's direction. imogen's doe - eyes somehow get wider as the two of them turn on each other. tearing the remaining fabric holding their scooby gang together won't do any good in the long run, but it's not like he's the one RUNNING AWAY. not even for a second had the thought ever crossed tom's mind, not for anything or anyone. to break a pact of loyalty makes you PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE in his eyes, and since he can't wring parker's neck at the moment, he settles for chewing danni out. ( imogen had also sided with the cult at one point, but in his haze of frustration and deep - seated fear, tom subconsciously can't stand to see her cry. )

everything about danni's demeanor is DARING him to take a step closer to the ledge they're dancing near. maybe this is just another test. maybe he wants to see if she's still as loyal to their crusade as she was before. he'll find it in him to do the same to imogen next, only fully - assured in himself. somewhere in the distance, there's yelling, but it's indistinguishable from the barbs he and danni are trading.

tom and danni are just too fucking similar. they are the team's everymen; no fancy birthright powers, no millions in a trust fund, and no leverage with the police. they're the type to bring brass knuckles to a gunfight and except to either win or go down in a blaze of glory. they fight all for the little guy, the people most affected by the goings - on caused by the society and the cops and the ancient magic running rampant. it only makes sense that they would butt heads. even if tom can't see it now, his immense respect for danni and how NORMAL she is will return once his rage ( the rage he wishes he could direct at parker; at the society; at every injustice surrounding them. ) cools on down to a mere simmer.

❛ — how do i know you're not gonna take off next, huh ? ❜ the cards don't have it this time around, but he's already said too much. tom throws his arms out, rune - marked wrench heavy in his hand as he gestures all around them. ❛ i swear to god, how did we NOT see this coming with officer kiss - ass ? if either of you are planning on bailing with him, now's the time to do it ! just forgive me for being a little skeptical, all things considered. huh, danni ? — ❜

gemma returns empty - handed, and uses her free grip to give him a harsh shove to the side.

#nervehigh #hi (: this was option 2 #☾ . ･ﾟ . | ANSWER. : it takes a monster to hunt monsters.#☾ . ･ﾟ . | TOM: IC. : i’d like to go on record saying i have a bad feeling about this.

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years

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Two Men and a Baby Part 9A-The Final Part.

This chapter took on a life of itself and is quite long, so I divided it up in two parts again. I will release the second part later today.

I put everything into this chapter, so, I hope it meets your expectations, because it is WILD 😂

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Warning: YOU WILL LAUGH A LOT!! Also, there's profanity.

@emceesynonymroll

@gardeningourmet @dcbbw @crookedslimecreatorpasta @moonlightgem7 @katedrakeohd @sirbeepsalot @romanticatheart-posts @carabeth @ladyangel70

I do not own any of these characters...borrowing from Pixleberry.

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Post 9A-Finale

He looked at her and uttered, "I'm sorry".

She replied with a soft smile, "I'm not".

Drake closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "but, what about Liam?"

"Drake, my husband never took the time to touch me like you did last night; trust me, I'm not worried about what Liam thinks."

"Yeah, last night sure was crazy."

10 hours earlier....

The press had gotten news of Bertrand's debacle and descended onto the gravel road that led through the Stormholt Vineyards.

Bertrand was still inside and the crews that weren't working the Beaumont Estate standoff were assigned to the Beaumont Zipper-gate send off. Firemen were busy working the jaws-of-life on the roof of the carriage; meanwhile a helicopter life squad was waiting in the air.

Bertrand was unable to close his legs and crewman concluded this would make it difficult to get him through the door. Once the roof had been lifted off, the helicopter got into position over the carriage.

Penelope had exclusive access to all the action. Being friends with Savannah paid off in this situation. Penelope offered Savannah a ride to the hospital in exchange for moment by moment, upclose coverage.

"Yes folks, Penelope here with all the action. Right now, the medical helicopter is lowering a harness down into the carriage with the assumption, the Duke will be raised out and transported to the emergency room immediately.....this is so awesome, lets watch".

Two fire rescuers climbed inside the carriage and carefully cut the legs of Bertrands pants; they wanted to make access to his "area" a little easier for the flight medics.

"Alright Your Grace, we have to place this harness through your arms and strap it around your chest. We assure you this is very sturdy and you will not fall okay?"

Bertrand nodded, but, didn't speak. He wanted to, but, what was there to say. In just mere moments, he would be lifted out of this carriage and would ascend into the sky, practically naked. He was aware the press was waiting outside. He was also aware that he would be front page news, right next to a damn boar. He closed his eyes and the image of Maxwell was so vivid in his mind. He knew he bought a "pig" yesterday, but, was he really that stupid to mistake it for what it really was, a wild boar. Bertrand concluded, he is.

When Maxwell was 10, he traded Pokemon at school with Neville Vancouer. Neville told Maxwell he had a hamster that he would give Maxwell for his rare holographic shadowless first edition Mewtew, Pokemon card. Neville got the card and Maxwell unknowingly got a rat. The rat had babies and the infestation was horrific. The vineyards behind the estate were nearly wiped out. Bertrand found one in his bed, just before climbing in, mating with another. When Bertrand brought his first girlfriend home, she left the estate in tears after one jumped on her just before he was getting ready to clear second base. The town was affected, as crops after crops were destroyed. Barthelemy Beaumont paid a heavy price in lawsuits and clean up that year; his families financial troubles began in that moment. It took Maxwell's tell-all book to bring them out of their woes. Bertrand would be appreciative of that fact, if it weren't for him telling people in his book that Bertrand gets bi-monthly Brazilian waxes from a shady massage parlor owned by Duke Godfrey in Krona. That parlor has since been been raided and shut down.

Once the harness was securely in place, life squad gave the signal and Bertrand was slowly liifted upward.

"Hey fellow Cordonians, Penelope here again. I have just gotten word, they are about to lift the Duke out of the carriage. Yes, there he goes...up, up and wow, is his asshole as smooth as a babys bottom. His brother was telling the truth....good job Duke Godfrey and all the former employees of Adelaide's Massage and Dance Parlor. Oh, hold up guys, there seems to be some kind of mechanical trouble. The lift has stopped working....whats that? There's a malfunction?.....okay, so the lift has malfuctioned and they are going to go ahead and proceed on to the hospital with the Duke hanging below. Good luck up there sir, you're little naked butt is flying with the birds now! Okay, I am heading to the hospital now and will update you all as soon as I can. Penelope out!"

Bertrand was such a trooper, because, of course the lift malfunctioned; it would be wrong if it didn't at this point. He was sure that at any moment, the harness would break too and he would simply fall from the sky. With his luck today, he probably would survive though.

Riley, Drake, Olivia and Maxwell were watching the events unfold on TV from the waiting room of the hospital. Maxwell had been released earlier and Drake finally caught up with them. Drake told Riley that Liam was meeting with someone to explain his absence. Savannah had replied to Riley's earlier text, letting her know that Bertrand would be going to the hospital soon. She didn't say why, but, the news in the waiting room was riveting. The press had already gathered outside, awaiting the arrival of Duke Ramsford.

"This is absolutely, the most insane thing I've ever seen." Riley watched in awe.

"Wow, that camera is really not letting up off his asshole." Olivia replied in complete astonishment.

"Well Maxwell, I owe you a hundred smackaroos, I thought you made it up, but, that camera angle doesn't lie. He really does get Brazilian waxes" Drake says as he leans back in his chair with his hands laced behind his head.

"Why would I lie Drake? Beside, you wanna know who else was getting one there?" Maxwell asked. Riley, Olivia and Drake all leaned forward in anticipation. "Who?" Olivia inquired eagerly.

"The Queen Mother", Maxwell said with a slight grin.

"Pfft...no fucking way!" Riley slapped both of her knees in shock.

"Maxwell, how do you know that? Did you see her there?" Olivia asked sceptically.

"Hell yeah I saw her there, who do you think gave them to her?

All three dropped their jaws simultaneously.

Drake finally rolled his eyes, "you're making this all up Maxwell."

"Did I lie about Bertrand?"

"Well...no...but, this sounds a lot like something Duchess Adelaide would tell."

"I swear Drake, I can prove it."

"How?"

"She has a tattoo of an apple pie on her left butt cheek with "Connie" written on top of it,"

Riley and Olivia lost it, laughing way too hard and trying to catch their breaths. Olivia even tipped her chair over and fell out of her seat onto the floor

"Well, Maxwell, I don't think any of us are going to look at Regina's butt cheek for proof." Drake scoffed.

"Wait Maxwell, why were you giving the Queen Mother a wax job?" Riley stopped laughing long enough to ask.

"You see, I got tired of Adelaide always hitting on me at these balls and such, so I talked to Madeleine about it. She said if I would help out with her fathers business, she would keep her mother away from me. So, I gave waxes once a week. Saw a lot of girls naked....it was a good gig, until it wasn't", he said with a frown, "but, yeah, Reggie, thats what we called her at the shop, would come in every now and again. She tipped well too"

Olivia scrunched up her nose, "I have no words right now for what you just told us, none."

"What did he tell you?" Liam asked. The group all turned around to see Liam and Bastien walking into the waiting room.

"Liam, why do you have claw marks all over your face?" Riley asked as she stood up to stand by her husband.

He looked over at Drake with a sneer, "I don't know, ask him."

Drake shrugged his shoulders and faked innocence, "I don't believe I know what you're referring to."

"You know damn well what I'm referring to doctor!" He shouted.

Drake started to giggle, while Riley told him to lower his voice, Bartie was sleeping.

"I will not....do you have any idea what I've been through tonight Drake?" he asked.

"No, but, I've a feeling I'm about to find out"

Liam walked dramatically to the middle of the waiting room and began to pace, moving his hands to express himself. "Let me set the scene for you. I had to deliver a baby....."

Riley sighed and interrupted him, "Liam, I told you we will have our own baby, you can't just keeping asking other people for theirs."

Liam looked at her and said, "Zip it" as he did the zipping motion with his hand and mouth.

"Aha, ha, just don't get your dick caught in it, am I right" Maxwell joked.

Olivia grabbed his arm, "not now Maxwell".

Riley crossed her arms in anger and thought to herself, Liam is going to pay for that little comment later.

"Now, where was I, Oh yes, I was forced into delivering a baby.....

Begin Flashback sequence....

"Doctor! Doctor! Wake up" the nurse yelled while slapping his face.

Liam slowly opened his eyes and started to focus on his surroundings."

The nurse told him he passed out and he reached behind his head to rub the bump that was starting to form. He asked where he was and she told him in the delivery room of the hospital. He questioned why he was there and slid his surgical mask down under his chin.

"You're not Dr. House, who are you?" She asked pointedly.

"I'm...I'm King Liam."

"Yeah right, and I'm a Kardashian".

He looked up at her confused, "what's a Kardashian?"

"Nancy, call security, we have a mental patient that must have gotten away."

"No No No, I really am the King, I swear."

"Okay, your majesty, what are you doing in the maternity ward" she asked sarcastically.

"Getting breastmilk from room 20" he stated with a raspy voice.

"GUARDS!!!!!!"

Liam tried to get up off the floor and run, but, the nurse started to attack him. She sat on top of him clawing at his face while an assistant held his arms down.

Security came in soon after and placed Liam's arms behind his back. As they dragged him out, he kept kicking, thrashing, knocking stuff over and screaming, "TREASON..... TREASON.... TREASON!!!!! I'LL GET ALL OF YOU FOR TREASON!!! Wait, where are you taking me, no, stop, I said stop....in the name of the mother fucking crown, STTTTOOOOPPPPP!!!!!"

He was taken to to the mental health ward. They didn't recognize him or have any missing people on the list, but, at that moment he qualified for admittance.

He was placed in a locked room alone with no furniture or adornments. He stood there with an angry scowl on his face and his arms crossed. Soon after, two men came in. One had a white pair of pants and a shirt in his hand, the other had a billy club and rubber gloves. The guy with the billy club told him they could either do this the easy way or the hard way. Liam didn't know what "this" was, but, he knew he didn't want to find out. He was instructed to remove his clothes.

"I most certainly will not" he protested.

The guy with the clothes in his hands spoke up, "listen dude, let's just get this over with and we can get you to your room and you'll be able to get a good nights rest, what"dya say?"

"What are you going to do?" Liam asked.

"We need to get you out of those clothes, then do a strip search".

Liam tried to make a run for it, but, both instantly grabbed him.

After this little show of defiance, he was clubbed on the back and fell to the floor, where he began to cry. Bastien quickly came in and explained everything to the orderly's before he was released, with many apologies.

To be continued.....9B will be out later today.

#choices trr #the royal romance #trr fanfic #trr drake #trr liam #liam x riley #king liam #liam x mc #maxwell beaumont #bertrand beaumont #the royal heir #choices trh

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Be alright

Pairings: Stripper! Bucky (Yes it's been forever since I've written any Stripper!Bucky.)

Warnings: Fluff lil smut ?

Wc: 1.5k

A/N: It's been forever since I've written any Stripper!Bucky. I've missed writing for this au. This may not live up to my other Stripper!Bucky stuff. But it’s just been sitting in my drafts for a week. Hope y’all enjoy!

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“So what's next ?" You wrapped your arms around Bucky's middle squeezing him lightly in your arms as he finished preparing dinner.

“Right now I'm going to finish seasoning the food. But if your referring to the other situation I don't know just yet babydoll. But if your with me. I'm not worried about it.”

“I'm always a sure thing. Don't forget that." Bucky nodded his head towards the kitchen table next

“Go grab a seat I'll bring the food out.”

Working at a strip club Bucky naturally thought he'd seen it all. Drunken woman and men littered into the small club every weekend.

Getting trashed within their first hour of being there. Yelling to the dancers on the stage, downing shot after shot hoping to drown whatever sorrows they tried to drop at the door hoping one of there fantasy could be fulfilled for the weekend.

He'd seen it all and he'd become tired of it. Things in his life had become serious for the first time in a while. He was in a committed relationship, he worked less hours at the club. He had a side business with a couple of guys from the club who ran a manic shop.

He was ready to slow down.

Bucky eventually decided to stop working at the club all together. He still came by if you were working behind the counter but besides that he'd been caught up getting his small business off the ground.

The past year with you felt like a dream. He felt like he'd finally caught a break in life. The two of you moved into Bucky's apartment and now for the first time in the five years he lived in this unit it felt like home.

For the first time in a while Bucky was completely content. He wouldn't change one thing about his life.

He was grateful. He felt thankful for the hand he'd been dealt. He was thankful everyday that the universe caused some things to work out for him.

Out of all of those things on that list. You where at the top. His number one.

He couldn't lie and say he didn't miss some of the thrill that came with dancing. But his heart was ready for something else.

Bucky was ready for change.

________

“Do you want to watch a movie ? Maybe go down to the corner and grab some Italian ice ?” You glanced over poking Bucky's side.

“When you say watch a movie. Do you really mean watch a movie? Or are you trying to get at something else ?” Bucky rubbed his hand up your thigh.

"I meant watch a movie.” You threw a pillow hitting him in the face. But he couldn't help but laugh.

“God why are you always so horny ?” You scoffed at him. Bucky was the definition of thirsty. Always turning a simple question into something more.

"It's hard not to be when I'm in bed with you.” Bucky pushed you back into the pillows laying kisses over any piece of skin you had exposed.

Your breathing became more short and labored the further down Bucky went.

“So I guess we're staying in ?"

Bucky unhooked your bra tossing it to the floor.

“Yeah you guessed right."

_______

The breeze swept through from the window. You were spent. Bucky could be insatiable. Your body was sweaty, your hair was sweated out sticking every which way.

Bucky came back from the kitchen handing you a glass of water.

“You wanna hop in the shower with me? " Bucky smiled smugly at you. He loved knowing he was the one that caused your current disheveled state.

"Now when you say hop in the shower. Do you really mean hop in the shower ?”

"I don't know why don't you come in and see.”

"God your a complete mess.” You rolled your eyes at him. While you struggled to get up from the bed.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you leading you to the shower .

"Yeah that may be true but I'm your mess."

"That you are. And I wouldn't trade you for anyone else.”

_________

Bucky picked up the little of lotion squeezing some put into his palm. He reached for the your ankle moving you foot into his lap.

The shower felt like heaven. The hot water soothed your tired limbs easing the soreness in all over your body. You were currently sprawled on the bed while Bucky rubbed your tired feet.

“Would you ever consider dancing ? “ Bucky counting to rubbing lotion up your legs. Going back down to your foot pressing a little harder.

“For me that is. I bought you a little something. And I would love to see you in it.”

"You bought me lingerie? And you want me to put on a show for you? "

“Yes"

“Alright I'll do it.”

"But there's a catch. You can't touch.”

You knew he wouldn't be able to make it very long. This was going to be payback to from

“Let's see how long you last Bucky boy." You cupped his jaw bringing his lips close to yours.

“Where's the set at ?”

Bucky sprung up from the bed. Rushing towards the closet. He stumbled out holding the small bag.

“I picked out a orange matching set. I thought it would look good against your skin.”

“How thoughtful of you baby."

Bucky melted at the pet name. He was more than ready to see you in the lacy piece he'd picked out.

You plucked the bag from Bucky's grab. Adding a extra sway to your hips as you headed towards the bathroom. You looked over your shoulder at your very excited boyfriend. And he was more than ready.

“Remember no touching."

______

You slipped the lingerie on. It was soft and silly on your skin. The color complemented your skin beautifully. You applied a light layer of lip gloss on your lips; finally spraying a light mist of perfume onto your neck.

Taking one good look in the mirror you knew Bucky was going to be wrecked once he saw you.

You hooked up your phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser and glided out of the bathroom swaying your hips to Lost in the Fire.

You finally looked in Bucky's direction; and he was gone. His pants had visible tighten. He began to shift around on the bed trying to find a position that would relief some of his discomfort caused by your current state.

The beat began to pick up and you moved faster. Your whole body felt like it was on fire under Bucky's gaze. You understood that high he and Steve spoke about after performing.

You parted Bucky's leg so you could stand between them. You spun around placing your palms on his knee and you grinded against his crouch.

Bucky was losing it. He didn't think he would be able to coax you into wearing the lingerie set let alone getting you to dance for him.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby ?"

Bucky felt like he was going to combust if he didn't touch you. Your ass was placed right in his lap. Of course he was enjoying himself.

“Why so quiet now? You sure weren't earlier.” You straddle his thigh moving slow against him. You had a secret thing for Bucky's thigh. He was thick all over.

"You had a lot to say earlier. And now you're as quiet as a church mouse.” You could see it in his eyes he was trying really hard not to touch you.

“Would you liked to touch me ?” Bucky grunted out a anticlimactic sounding yes.

"Than go ahead.” As soon as the words left your lips Bucky was on you. Tossing you back into the pillows removing the lingerie as quickly as he could.

“God baby you look so good. I'm definitely buying you a couple more sets.” You chuckled at the wild man above you.

"This was fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again." You knew you would definitely need another shower after this.

“You know I'm gonna hold you to that right ? This is definitely happening again.”

Bucky lasted longer than you first initially thought he would. A whole ten minutes.

_______

After coming down from you shared highs. You and Bucky laid comfortablely in the afterglow. The sun had set long ago and now you where left with the background of the night sky.

Comfortable peace; that's where the two of you could be found.

“You know everything is going to be alright ? Take your time and discover what you want to do. Who you want to be.” Your voice broke through the silence.

"I'll be right here helping you as much as I can along the way.”

“I love you babydoll." Bucky pressed a gentle kiss against your head. “Thank you for supporting me through this change. I know I'm more than alright when I'm with you.”

Bucky wouldn't trade the hand he'd been dealt. In between the stacks of the deck he somehow managed to have gotten you. And he would never fold his cards to that.

A/n: I got tired of this sitting in my drafts so I just posted it. It’s not as good as my other Stripper!Bucky stuff but I’m cool with this.

When y’all leave feedback my heart legit skips a beat (I need life alert lmao.)

#stripper!bucky x reader #stripper!bucky x woc!reader #au bucky x reader #au!bucky x reader #bucky x woc reader #all the time #woc reader #bucky x reader

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