#and all y'all were laughing at my man's bald head

[tonystarchive]

RDJ in HBO Max's The Sympathizer (2024)

Name one other actor with a wider range. I will literally wait.

#the sympathizer #hbo max #hbo series #rdj #robert downey jr #a24 #and all y'all were laughing at my man's bald head #now what

[fillinforlater]

The Pull

Randoms x Ning Yizhou (NingNing) & Kang Hyewon

Length: 1165 words

Tags: gangbang, hair pulling kink, rough, a lot of positions, sex, being a willing toy for men and women

TW: gangbang, the hair pulling is kinda rough, QUICKIE

Inspiration: the two pictures below

(A/N: just a short quickie I had in mind for forever now. Sorry if it's just bullshit, but I hope y'all enjoy it lol)

"Okay, what is this?"

Ningning is perplexed. She let her imagination run wild when Hyewon invited her over weeks ago, the premise: fun with multiple people. Now, multiple can mean a lot, like sharing a couple, something Ningning is already familiar with or maybe two guys for each of them. That's about as many as she can handle simultaneously. Come to think of it, Ningning remembers Hyewon telling her about having three guys and two girls on her at the same time, though—

"Don't tell me you expected more?" Hyewon laughs as she pushes herself through the tall and small and buff and slender frames of horny people around her towards her Chinese friend.

"Less," Ningning quietly hisses when she sees the twinkle in Hyewon's starry eyes. This woman is truly like the night sky: thrilling, even if you can't see it, drop dead gorgeous when uncovered and always happy to surprise her with a shooting star—or in this case, almost twenty willing people. 

"Oh, can my small Ning-ning-ie not handle a dozen men and half a dozen women?" Hyewon's laugh is loud and echoes amongst the crowd whose eyes are all focused on the two. Ningning can feel herself getting undressed, hell, she might as well be bare in their eyes, clothes already on the floor and Hyewon is the same. 

"You're crazy." She puts her arms on Hyewon's shoulders and looks past her. A wave of blankness washes over her head. Now she is the one undressing all those strangers before her, the men whipping out their hard cocks, small, large, thick; the girls with their hairy or shaved pussies, tiny tits or gigantic melons—she is equally scared and excited, so she needs this final push to get her into it.

"And you are crazy hot, Ning-ning-ie~ and your hair…"

Unwillingly, Ningning throws her head back in a guttural, deep moan that has the entire room in goosebumps of thrill and blind lust. Hyewon has both hands in Ningning's endlessly long hair, the blonde fittingly forming tails to tug. There are a million reasons Ningning loves Hyewon, but it's the way she pulls her hair that made her addicted to the older girl.

"Don't keep them waiting any longer, Ningningie~ they can and will pull it and fuck you good.

"Trust me."

The two women are swarmed, torn from each other's grasp and covered in hands. A palm on her back, barely worth the mention, another on her chest, too bad that there's fabric in the way, a long, manicured pointer on her thighs, Ningning holds her breath—she shrieks when someone combs her hair and tugs at whatever they can grab. The doubts and fears she had about this are all gone when more and more people try to get a stronger reaction out of her and pull at her hair.

"Those tails—fuck—were a great idea," Hyewon half moans, half laughs from the other side of the crowded room, amidst a crowd, her frame the toy of the crowd. Her dress is easily removed, unsurprisingly, she likes easy access. Ningning then sees her friend drop to her knees, mouth on a cock, fingers on other shafts and pussies, while a large, burly man roughly pulls her hair back.

"Do the same to me," Ningning begs to the first person she can see, a bald guy, twice her age easily. He nods and pushes her to the ground while the pointy, manicured nails from before are shredding themselves through her top. "My hair, oh God, fuck, yes!"

Though unable to see it—a girl has buried the Chinese woman's face in her hairy cunt—Ningning can feel strong pulling from all sides, relentless, reckless how some are rubbing their cocks on it as well. She searches for the hard clit, her tongue twirling it, like Hyewon has teached her in a private session, way before gangbangs even came into the picture. Some greasy guy forces her to stroke his tiny cock, she can feel him cumming, hear him groaning, imagine the pearly white all over her arm. Not a good spot to finish. 

"In my mouth, ahh." Ningning opens wide and the guy finishes on her lips until two other men decide to suddenly pick her up. The rest of his load lands on her tits, but Ningning has already forgotten about it, too big is the thrill of a stranger uncovering her ass and showing it off to everyone. 

"Fuck me standing," she screams in euphoria. "As long as you pull my fucking hair, I don't care!"

Today is Christmas for Ningning, because as the guy carrying her aligns his cock with her soaking pussy, another woman has her ponytail in hand and starts to play tug of war against herself. In Ningning's brain, the pleasure and pain clash shortly, but soon find a rhythm—the same rhythm in which her pussy is getting pounded. Each thrust rocks her world and now the tug can send her into bliss.

"Oh my God, I'm cumming, don't stop!"

Hyewon meanwhile gets spitroasted in a quite unusual way: two men try to get their semi-hard cocks into her mouth while a young lady shoves a large strap-on in her ass over and over again—she literally pushes it all the way in, just to pull it back out again. The sight of Hyewon's gaping asshole has a guy close. He jerks himself to completion and his spunk lands in Hyewon’s messed up and torn locks.

"I want to cum again, please!"

Ningning gets dropped, but this is nowhere near the end of her wish fulfillment. There is always someone else to fondle her assets, be it tits or ass, and of course, her golden strands. In another team effort, her ass cheeks get spread wide to reveal a twitching hole, always clean, relaxed and ready, especially after the height of an all time orgasm. A cockhead eases itself inside her. 

"Oh fuck!"

"Get her hair!" a strong willed woman shouts at two men who were somewhat awkwardly jerking themselves off at the ever switching sight. "You pull here, you pull over here, on the other side.  Fuck her hair for all I care, ruin her somehow."

The same woman is not only successful with her instructions, she also puts her foot on Ningning's cheek and has her head trapped on the floor, unable to escape the cock that is destroying her ass faster and faster. Ningning can feel her knees give up slowly, they tremble with the force of an earthquake followed by a volcanic eruption, because a final tug puts her over the edge again. This time her orgasm is messy, clear squirt lunges out of her cunt while incoherent profanities leave her mouth.

"Fucking, th-thank you, shit, oh Hyewon, ahhh, fill my dumb ass, c-c-cum in my hair, ahh!"

"You're welcome," Hyewon moans back, small body upright, a cock in her pussy, hickeys on her collarbone, a tongue in her ass, her hair pulled.

Of course it's pulled.

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #izone smut #aespa smut #ningning smut #ning2 smut #hyewon smut #kang hyewon smut

[short-black-diamond]

Hiii :)

Hope ur doing okay <3. I wanted to ask if u could make a part 2 of Tokyo revengers member with a hijabi girl but this time they’re married and it’s like a headcanon of how the guys act in public, or if they help her to dress up please ! :) (if u do it, I’m okay with all characters but can u add mitsuya plzzz)

I rlly don’t know if that’s clear bc English isn’t my first language but I hope it is and sorry for the typos !!

Btw hello from France, I love ur headcanons hehee :))

Heyyy, I hope everything is okay over there, France looks like it's burning rn from the news I'm getting. Also yeah I am totally doing this!

Also your english is pretty good so don't worry sweetheart,

Also I did not proofread

Characters : Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Baji, Mitsuya

Tokyo revengers with a muslim wife :D

Part one , part two -> tr with a muslim friend

Ran

This slick mf

this click model lanky ass dude mf

how did you even get to date him? With his fvking braids???

Anyways, back to the now where he has a better haircut-

Since he is what we could say the main leader of Roppongi, he must also have access to many clothing shops

and when I tell you he let his underlings install as many modest shops as possible-

just to go on a walk with you and be like-

"Oh, that is new. Wanna go in and see some dresses or skirts for you?"

again, he is a slick mf

but you somehow love him so i let you vibbeeeee

"Oh, that looks nice- oop, nope, not for me.", you muttered after you checked the price on the tag of a pretty looking dress

but ran just took it and put it on his underarm like a waiter would

you felt bad the whole time

cuz like, everything is so expensive???

but no shit cuz it has qualityyyyy

chile anyways

you got like ten dresses and two abayas you wanted to "just try out"

mind you ran is actually planning to buy the whole store for you

but you are also no better, you are a lil shit as well

when you got to the place where they hung the hijabs, you smirked at him mischieviously

your were trying to hold in your laugh as you tapped him on the shoulder

"He-hey Ran...w-wanna try this out?", and you couldn't do no more than to burst out laughing

ran just smiled at you in fondness while he thought back to the day where you first led him to one of the stores you frequented and he wanted to make you laugh

so he put on a headshawl, but he looked more like a grandma than a modest woman

and you had that exact picture in mind as you were giggling

at least he was your husband now

he pays for everything, he is sweet to you, and you feel comfortable around him, even in public

y'all look like a power couple tbh

he looks rich and you're his precious woman

damn I'm feeling so single now. Thanks for requesting this. It's a great reminder on how I'll never find a rich man like him.

Rindou

shy, still surprised and happy that you decided to marry him

like, you married him? he was bald on both sides of his head in his teen age gírl!

he looks better now-

enough of the bullying, this tsundere man (I still know nothing about these guys) had the same idea as his older brother and so, there were many shops, but under his name. He financed them, and so it was no surprise when he took you out on a shopping spree, only for you to take whatever you want

safe to say he fell in love all over again when he saw you happily strolling ahead and picked some clothes for yourself

he also loves showing you off

like, he's also lucky that you don't mind stepping out in public with him

y'all also look like a power couple

and honestly, he thinks that you look absolutely beautiful, covered in the finest silk and smiling that sweet smile of yours

Sanzu

You were the reason he stopped falling into the abyss of temporary ecstasy, which would lead to his death

He was surprised that you didn't look at him weirdly

and now, he is happy to call himself your husband

he loves touching the different susbances like jersey, silk, or cotton cloth, which you would use to cover your head with

"This one looks nice! Want me to buy it for you?"

Such a sweet man for you

always tells you when there's hair visible, also stands in front of you, looking down on you with a fond smile as you hurriedly fix your hijab

loves holding your hand and swinging it around

Feels much better when you tell him about Islam and stories from the prophets

wants to protect you at all costs because you're just so beautiful and sweet and he wouldn't be able to live alone anymore if something happened to you,

I mean,

you saved him from the drugs and alcohol, he wants to save you form all the bastards outside

Baji

You guys got together because he beated up a few guys who were harrassing you

stares at the men who look at you for longer than 0.0000001 second

like Baji...

please-

anyways

hates it when you wash your stuff and he has to iron them then, because he fears that he'd either not iron it perfectly, or the iron burns your precious and expensive cloths

you always tell him to let you do it yourself, his deadass response is always:

"If I can't iron my wife's clothes then what type of man am I?!?"

We love Baji

Is also in love with your cooking? Or when you go to a restaurant which has your traditional food, he is all in

wants to have kids with you, like in the first month of being married, he was like, "would you like to start a family? I'd love to see my daughters wearing hijabs as well"

Goals

we got him, sisters

You smile, "Let's wait a little"

Like c'mon Baji, let your wife have a calm live, kids can come later

but he still managed to put you into a baby fever

Sends you fucking videos of mothers playing with their daughters

little girls putting on niqabs

little biys praying alongside or behind their father

Baji got taught how to pray by you, your father, or his newly found friends in mosques

he wants to have children so bad, and the fact that Islam is not just a religion but the way of living life, he wants to teach his younglings as well

(How did I think about kids all of a sudden???)

Mitsuya

You better believe that when you ask him to go buy clothes with you, he's only looking for ideal cotton which won't irritate your skin

will make you feel guilty by saying: "don't you trust my skills?"

damn another gaslighter, but in a healthy way

I mean, sure, buying cotton itself is expensive, but at least he knows what fits you spot on and you don't have to look for stuff that you'll only wear once a month

takes lessons on how to make the perfect hijab and dress for you

I've said it once but I'll say it again,

GOALSSS

ok now here again

will have the same idea as baji and ask you if you'd like to have kids

to make them hijabs as well

In his next fashion meeting, he introduces the idea of having his models run the stage with modest clothing, and got accepted

when I tell you their marketing skyrocketed-

You're happy that your husband launches modest clothing for other muslims as well

---

Sorry if it got shorter and shorter but that was all I could come up with. And now looking back, I'm confused as to why Ran's is so long, I don't even like him, like wtf?

Anyways, I hope you liked it!

Leave a like or a comment! Reblog if you want to!

Read you in the next post!

#tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers with a muslim friend #tr with a muslim wife #we love baji in this household #we also love mitsuya #we also love rindou #ran is nothing but a tall fuck #tokyo revengers fluff #sanzu x reader #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #haitani ran #sanzu headcanons #sanzu x you #ran haitani #baji x reader #baji x you #tokyo rev x you #chifuyu x reader #hanakuma chifuyu #toman chifuyu #baji fluff #tokrev mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #draken x reader

[ccrissproductions]

We Are Our Own Muse: Prologue

I realized I wrote a prologue to this and forgot all about it.

Furthermore, I was going to mash this up with some Kendrick Lamar shit buuuut that's way too much plot and how I was going about it would not have made sense.

Prologue

"Ayo!"

I walked out on stage as I yelled into the microphone in my hand. The boys just played half their set and were now on a brief intermission. There was usually banter between Pete and Patrick, before Patrick played piano solo. This time, they tried something different.

"How y'all feelin'?!"

I walked down the extended aisle of the stage as the audience shouted back at me.

"Y'all doin' alright?!"

The crowd responded loudly.

"Who wants to play a game?!"

I smiled back at the crowd as they cheered harder.

"This right here is my favorite game to play during my concerts!"

Screams of excitement burst through the audience. I guess those videos really did go viral.

"Oh, y'all know it?!"

They cheered in affirmation.

"Rule's simple: finish the lyrics and don't stop singing 'til I say so!

"If you mess up, you lose!

"I know y'all drunk, high, and other! But can y'all do that?!" 

Another large cheer of affirmation that earned them a wide grin from me. 

"Yeah?! Well let's get to it!

"We got three rounds! Who's first?!"

I stood on the edge of the stage, getting a closer look into the audience. Among the outstretched hands and hopeful faces, one guy caught my attention. 

Older guy, middle aged, balding, with glasses; to be honest, dude was built like a history teacher. 

"You?" I nodded my head and told the security guard right there to help him up on stage. 

"A'ight, my man, what's your name?" I stepped back, dude was tall. 

I pointed the mic at him.

"Wilburt."

I put my fist to my mouth and leaned over, trying and failing to hide my laughter from the audience. A smile grew on his face.

The audience laughed with me.

"I'm sorry-- I'm sorry, but, Wil-burt!"

He nodded and chuckled.

"Wilburt!" I shouted comically. 

More laughter from the crowd, Wilburt, and this time, the band in the back. 

"You ready to play--- Wilburt?!"

He nodded and said, "yeah!"

"Yea-- you sure?!

"You seem like you've been a fan for years so Imma go a little hard on you!"

"Let's go!" Wilburt was ready. I started to sing.

"We're going down, down in an earlier round--

"and sugar, we're going down swingin'"

I hold the mic to him to finish the chorus.

"--and ne-eh dee weeeh wid da bummen," He tried to hum the lyrics before throwing his hands in his face and laughing.

"Nope!" I laughed.

"Sorry Wilburt!"

The security guard helped him back off the stage.

"Who has it?!" I said, looking into the crowd. "I'll know if you look it up too!"

There were five girls in the front row waving at me. I pointed at every one of them until I got to the last person. 

"Nope, not you; not you; not you; YOU!"

A slender girl with shoulder-length, vibrant green hair and an eyebrow piercing.

"What's your name?"

I pointed the mic at her.

"Marley!"

"Okay, Marley, you got it!?"

"Yep!"

"Alright! Let's see!" 

I started singing, "We're going down, down in an earlier round--

"and sugar, we're going down swingin'"

I pointed the mic towards her so she could finish the lyric.

"I'll be your number one with the bullet! 

"A loaded God complex cock it and pull it!"

"YES!" I jumped, sometimes I let the excitement get to me.

The crowd cheered Marley on.

I pulled five hundred bucks out my pocket, gasps of awe made its way through the crowd. 

I looked at the audience. 

"What? You thought this game was prize-less?" I grinned.

"Round two! Who's next?!"

A cute Asian boy caught my attention, and I told security to get him on stage.

"What's your name?"

"Bobby!"

"Okay, Bobby, you ready?!"

"Yea!"

The crowd cheered for him, and I started singing.

"She says she's no good

"With words, but I'm worse

"Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic

"Stuck to my tongue--"

I pointed the mic at him.

"Weighed down with words too

"Overdramatic

"Tonight, it's "it can't get much worse"

"Versus "No one should ever feel like...""

"Keep going," I told him, mic still pointed at him.

"I'm two quarters and a heart down

"And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds

"These words are all I have so I write them

"So you need them just to get by"

I harmonized the infamous guitar riff and pointed the mic into the crowd.

The audience did not fail.

"Dance, dance, we're falling apart to half-time!

"Dance, dance, and these are the lives you love to lead!

"Dance, this is the way they'd love!

"If they knew how misery loved me!!"

The crowd finished. 

I cracked a wide smile and handed him his prize. 

As security helped Bobby down, I shouted to the crowd:

"A'ight! Last round, who wanna give it a shot?!"

I looked into the audience and there was a young girl with a group of other girls pointing at her.

"Her! Her! Her!"

"She's their biggest fan!!"

"She knows all their songs!!!"

They all shouted, as said girl hid her face in her hands. 

I signaled her to the security guard. 

Once on stage, she stood with one hand covering her face. 

Aww, she's a shy one.

"What's your name?" I asked, a bit more calmly with a soft smile.

"Lydia," she replied quietly in the mic. 

"You ready, Lydia?"

She whined, but nodded, nonetheless. 

"This is an easy one: 

"I'm in a winter mood, dreamin' of spring now

"Burnin' myself down, burnin' myself down, burnin'

"I feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again

"Until I'm creased, and I'm about to break down the middle

"Split me right down the middle, right, right down the middle 

"Yeah."

I gave her the mic. She started to sing, and I was shocked with what I heard.

"The stars are the same as ever, but I don't have the guts to keep it together

"Stuck in the permafrost, stuck in the permafrost

"Life is just a game, maybe

"I'm stuck in a lonely loop, my baby

Her voice was gold. It's always the quiet ones with the biggest voices. I signaled to the guys to start playing and they did not disappoint.

"So much for stardust

"We thought we had it all, thought we had it all

"Thought wе had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it ah - all

"So much for stardust

"We thought wе had it all, thought we had it all

"Thought we had it all, thought we had it all, thought we had it ah- ah -- all"

Lydia stopped singing and the band stopped playing. She gave me back the microphone and hid her face behind her hand again. 

I stood there in shock. "Damn."

She giggled. 

"Y'know what? Fuck five hundred, you get six--- caused that was amazing!"

I counted out six hundred dollar bills and handed them to her.

"Wasn't that amazing?" I asked, looking back at the band.

"That was fucking fantastic," Pete spoke up into his mic. 

"Let's give it up for Lydia!" 

The crowd cheered for the young girl as she made her way back to her friends.

"That was fucking phenomenal, man," I said to the audience.

"Well!" I shouted.

"Y'all ready for more Fall Out Boy!?"

The crowd cheered and yelled back at me.

I strutted back to Patrick and whispered in his ear, "and you were worried about fans?"

He chuckled and I walked away backstage and handed the microphone to a stagehand.

"Hey guys."

#fob smfs #fob #fall out boy #fanfic #fanfiction #might delete later

[hitaka5ever]

I fully reimagined my very first time writing fan fiction with my oldest OC Rocky to be as he is now (originally he was a special type of Saiyan, so he had the same powers as DBZ people; don't judge me!) so I'm going to post some of what I have

Anyway, this story is set in the Teen Titans (2003) universe set after Season 1's end and before Terra's arrival. I did get a small start on Rocky's time in the DBZ universe, but idk how far I'm going to go with it, so idk if I'll be sharing any of that

I'd love to know what y'all think ^^ Chapter is under the Read More

Dropping his head and closing his eyes, Rocky sighed. He didn’t want to end up in a city again, especially not in such a big one like this, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. His body subconsciously walked him into a city in the state of California near a coast. Although he could use the elements, he wasn’t quite fond of large bodies of water, so he avoided them at all costs. Today just wasn’t his lucky day...

The sun was just now setting along the horizon. The alleyways between skyscrapers and brick buildings were hazed by a warm orange glow, but were getting dark fast the further along the sun set. Rocky’s stomach suddenly growled. Stopping, he sighed again, lighter this time.

“What I wouldn’t do for a cheeseburger…” Unfortunately, without any money, Rocky wouldn’t be able to get one. So, instead, he entered an alley and was prepared to search the dumpsters for wasted food that were still edible. He scrounged around a few for several minutes, finding some Chinese takeout that was covered in fuzzy, blue mold. Rocky made a “blech” noise with his tongue sticking out before tossing it back in and slamming the lid closed. “Ugh, nothing. Guess I’ll have to steal some bread or something. I knew I should’ve taken that odd job two weeks ago for some spare cash.”

Sighing, Rocky turned around and began to leave the alley. He barely heard a commotion coming to his right before he was suddenly sent flying off to the side with a large body on top of him. There was a loud grunt above him.

“Whoa, sorry dude!”

The body was suddenly off of Rocky and he was momentarily stunned before he pushed his body up with one hand. “Ugh, what hit me?”

“Well, I guess that’s one way of catching a criminal,” a monotone, female’s voice said.

Jerking his head around, Rocky said, “Huh?” before seeing an odd group of six teenagers and one adult; one of the teenagers was flying in the air. He blinked wide, curious eyes at all of them. “The hell-?”

Standing in a random formation, with a short green kid in front, there was a black-haired boy wearing traffic light colors, a black cape draped across his back, and wore a black and white mask, two girls, one being the hovering one who had orange-ish skin, bright green eyes, and had the most gorgeous red hair, and the other dressed in a dark blue cloak with her hands on her hips as she stared blankly ahead, only her purple eyes visible, and, finally, a large man with blue and gray armor pieces all over his body, had a bald head, a normal human eye and one red eye, and was holding back the arms of the adult that Rocky assumed was this criminal the monotone girl mentioned. He, of course, knew of strange humans and aliens that seemed human, but what really set them apart was how young they all were.

“You must have been hit harder than we thought,” the green teen said, holding his hand out to Rocky. His eyes narrowed slightly at it, but he reached for it anyway and allowed the kid to help him up. “You okay? No broken bones? No brain damage I hope.”

Rocky was silent for a moment longer, sensing something interesting about all of them, but then he stepped back, his eyes narrowing more. “I’m fine, but...who exactly are you guys? You’re just kids.”

Closing his green eyes and grinning, the green teen laughed. “Haha, yeah, we get that a lot.” Opening his eyes, he added, “Anyway, name’s Beast Boy, what’s yours?”

The black-haired teen stepped up beside Beast Boy, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Give him a minute, B. He’s never seen the likes of us before, he must be overwhelmed.”

“Not true,” the cloaked girl, who had the monotone voice, said under her breath, but Rocky heard her just fine.

“Um, right, sorry, my name is Rocky. And I’m not overwhelmed, I’m just surprised by your age is all.”

“Yeah, like Beast Boy said, we get that a lot,” the masked teen said with a smile. “Anyway, my name is Robin and I’m the leader of my group of friends here. We’re the Teen Titans.” Turning to face the rest of the group, Robin indicated each one with his hand as he explained, “That’s Starfire in the air, Raven, and Cyborg, and that’s a common criminal that Cyborg has restrained. The police force will be here soon.” Robin turned back around, holding his hand out, which had a green glove covering it and up to his elbow. “It’s nice to meet you, Rocky.”

Rocky hesitated a moment before gently grabbing the hand, feeling something rush up through his entire arm. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Ending the handshake, Robin eyed Rocky in curiosity. “You seem familiar. Are you famous for something?”

Rocky blinked at the surprising question. “No, not really. I mean, I know some famous people, but I’m just a visitor passing through. Why?”

There was a long pause before Robin looked back at his friends. Rocky blinked at them, curious to know what was on the teen’s mind. Robin soon looked back at him, looking serious.

“This is going to seem strange to you, but...will you come back to Titans Tower with us after the police take this criminal to prison? There’s...something important I wish to ask you about.”

Now Rocky really wished he hadn’t come here...

The police soon arrived as Rocky tried to decide what to do next. Should he go to this team’s tower or forget that he ever met these kids and leave? He definitely wanted to leave above all else, and yet something in the back of his mind told him to go with them, he had no idea why.

“So, would you like to come stay at the tower for the night?” Robin asked when the police began to drive away. “You don’t have to stay afterward, but I really need to talk to you about something.”

The urgency in Robin’s voice was all the convincing Rocky needed to say, “Yeah, okay, I’ll go with you guys.”

Nodding, Robin turned around and looked at Raven. “Okay, Rae, take us back to the tower. And Rocky is coming with us.”

“Alright.” The Titans and Rocky gathered around Raven, who looked at him. “Have you ever teleported before?”

Rocky shook his head. “No, but I’m used to insanely fast movements, so I should be fine.”

“Okay, just close your eyes if you get dizzy and disoriented.” Rocky nodded. Nodding, Raven stood at attention, closed her eyes, and then spoke very clearly, “Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos.”

Once the last word of magic had been spoken, Raven’s eyes shot open and were bright white. Beneath the group’s feet, a black circle appeared and then came up around them. When Rocky blinked, they were no longer on the street, but inside a large room with a half-circle, purple couch, a large television screen with a control panel underneath, and a kitchen to one side. As everyone moved away from Rocky to face him, Robin stepped forward with a smile.

“Welcome to our home, Rocky. This is Titans Tower.”

Rocky looked around the vast room briefly before looking back at the teens. “You’ve got a nice place here. Where is it located, exactly?”

“We’re on a small island on the bay,” Robin answered. “This used to be an alien spaceship before Cyborg made it a tower. Once I ask you my important question, we’ll gladly give you a tour.”

“Works for me.”

Nodding, Robin went to the giant television screen and began to work at the control panel, typing stuff with the keyboard. Rocky turned and moved closer to get a better view, glancing up at the black screen, which now had wording scrawling across it.

“First off, have you ever heard about Jump City before?” Robin asked, not looking away from the keyboard.

“Not until today, no,” Rocky answered after shaking his head.

“Alright, then that makes this more concerning.”

Rocky’s eyes narrowed after he blinked. “Concerning? What do you-?” Before Rocky could finish, Robin was done working away at the keyboard. The other Titans were standing behind them now. As soon as an information sheet with a photo attached to it appeared on screen, a strange feeling cut into the back of Rocky’s mind, instantly filling him with a sensation of knowing. His heart skipped a beat the longer he stared at the photo. ‘Do I...know you...?’

As far as Rocky knew, he had never once seen this half black-half orange masked man in black Kevlar and armor in his life, and yet that feeling of knowing was hitting him so very hard.

“Do you have any clue about who this man is?” Robin asked suddenly.

Suddenly jerking out of whatever trance he had fallen into, Rocky closed his eyes and shook his head hard to clear the feeling away. He imperceptibly gulped when he saw the masked man on screen again, recovered, and then looked back at Robin.

“No, I know nothing about him, but-” Behind him, Raven blinked at the hesitation in Rocky’s voice, picking up that he had felt something off within his own body once he saw the photo. Rocky then shook his head. “Never mind, it’s nothing. Anyway, why do you ask? Obviously you all know this Slade guy.”

Even as he said the name out loud, Rocky hated the bad taste it left on his tongue. He had met plenty of terrible and evil people, creatures, and aliens before, and yet this one felt way too familiar. But why? How come he felt something about a person he never even met? It almost made Rocky nauseous.

“Yeah, we know him,” Beast Boy said bitterly. “Total nutjob.”

“Anyway, last year, Slade started targeting Jump City for unknown reasons at the time, so we looked into his reasoning for it. After a while, I was so determined to find out what his deal was, that I created a thief known as Red X to catch Slade off guard. Unfortunately, he saw through everything. I became very distant with the others as my obsession grew. When Slade threatened the city with a machine called the chronoton detonator, we went after him. We found where he was hiding it and we were ambushed by his robots. Except, the detonator wasn’t there. It was a carefully laid out plan and we fell for it.

“I eventually found Slade’s hideout. He gave me a chance to take the remote that triggered the chronoton detonator, so I fought hard for it. I managed to get it away from him, and that’s when I found out the detonator and his plan were all a lie. Slade was looking for someone to follow him in whatever he wanted to do and he put my friends’ lives in danger to do it. He blackmailed me. To keep them alive, I had to become his apprentice. I put my hero side away for them and I did whatever Slade told me to do, even being forced to go as far as stealing from my father, all because Slade ordered me to. He turned me against everything I stood for and it put a mental toll on me. Eventually I ended up very ill and was out of commission for a whole week. And that’s when Slade told me something interesting.”

Robin paused for Rocky to understand all that he had said. Rocky had a good feeling he knew what it was. “I am considered the greatest young detective for my age, so when Slade asked me to help him find someone, all he told me this person’s name.”

Another harsh feeling filled the back of Rocky’s mind at hearing this.

“And he gave me yours.”

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#I write shit #I'm only posting the work here since I doubt I'd finish it for AO3 #so y'all get exclusive access! #keep your shitty comments to yourself btw #anyone being a jerk will be blocked

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa 20

Chapter 20 : Megan remembers to straighten her crown.

Thank you to @drabbles-mc, @iamthegraham, and @jemmakates. Y'all keep me sane in this. I promise I'm almost done.

Warnings: cursing, family tension?, bit of a filler chapter really... let me know if I missed anything.

Do not copy, translate, or duplicate my work anywhere else. I promise, right now you do NOT want to be me. Hell, sometimes I don't even want to be me right now.

Enjoy.

They exited Templo to find everyone sitting at a makeshift family-style table made by pushing the bar tables together. Everyone was eating pancakes, eggs, and bacon and there wasn’t a beer in sight. Everyone had coffee or juice instead. There was the happy chatter of conversation all around them. Even Letty was there.

Taza looked for Megan and found her sitting close to the head of the table with Hank across from her. He’d almost bet that the empty seat to her left was for him and the empty to the left of that was for Bishop at the head of the table. He grinned and started towards her. “You’ve been busy, Chica.”

Megan grinned up at him. “Letty’s friend dropped her off while y’all were in Templo so I thought we’d just have a family breakfast.” She patted the chair next to her. “Saved you a seat.”

“I hope you saved ME some bacon before Gilly ate it all, Poquito!” Bishop said.

Megan winked at him. “Chuckie just fried you up some, Bish. Come on and sit down. Eat before it gets cold.”

They laughed and talked shit about each other throughout the whole meal. After all the food was eaten and EZ had cleared the dishes to go help Chuckie with the clean up duties, everyone started to filter out.

“Hey Creep!” Hank called as the bald Mayan started getting ready to leave. “Where’s the keys to the van? We gotta make a run to the hardware store for Megan’s room,”

Creeper pulled them out of the pocket of his kutte. “Here, man. Just cleaned it so you should be good to go, Lemme know if you need help with shit, a’ight? I ain’t got shit to do this afternoon.”

“Thanks man. We’ll let you know,” Taza said with a grin.

He turned to find Megan looking over the bar inventory she’s had EZ do that morning. Chuckie stood at her elbow pointing out his methods of tracking to her so she could help him out some too. “You ready, Chica?” he called.

Megan grinned and handed the papers to the odd little book keeper before calling back, “Sure. Be right there!” and grabbing her jacket from behind the bar.

At the hardware store, Hank witnessed Megan’s stubborn insistence that she didn’t need things that she couldn’t buy herself for the first time. It took Hank and Taza insisting that she needed some things before she finally gave in.

They chose a light cream color for her bedroom walls and a color that reminded her of the sea glass she had picked up at the ocean for the bathroom. Taza purchased little things like hooks for beside the door for her jacket and their kuttes without her opinions.

After they had what they needed there loaded in the van, Taza insisted on going to the home goods store.

“Chica, I was a bachelor. I only have like three towels and shit. We need things now that three of us are gonna live there,” Taza said matter of factly. “We need another set of sheets for your room, curtains for your damn windows, stuff for your bathroom… we need shit. Might as well get it all at once.”

Hank chuckled. “And a coffee maker that I know how to use, please?”

That made Megan giggle and broke the tension. “No coffee maker! The percolator isn’t hard to use, I promise.”

“Fine, but we do need some stuff, Princessa. You deserve your own space decorated your way.” Hank kissed her hair gently and nudged her. “Don’t think about the cost. Think about the comfort of everyone.”

Megan sighed. “Can we get a fuzzy blanket for the couch?”

“Anything you want, Chica. We can get as many fuzzy blankets as you want. For every room in the house even.” Taza grinned as she nodded as if she’d just been negotiating and not out right refusing to have things bought for her.

At the home goods store, Megan was much more cooperative. She would find small comfort items that would be nice in the house for everyone- not just for herself- like the bench for the mudroom so they could take off their boots when they came in the door.

Hank joined her in choosing things for her room and that relaxed her even further. Rugs for both sides of the bed to protect from the chill of the hardwood in the morning were bought as well as the sheets and Mayan green blackout curtains for her massive windows. A bookshelf stained the same color as her bedroom suite made its way one the list of purchased items along with bedside lamps for reading.

For her bathroom, they bought things in a soft grey - rugs, towels, and shower curtain were all bought. Things like a soap dish and toothbrush holder for the his and her sinks were needed as well as a shelf for the large shower to hold shampoo and things.

By the end of it, they had what Hank and Taza had termed ‘the bare necessities’ and checked out. Hank loaded it all into the van with a sigh of relief.

“Alright. One more stop before home guys,” Taza said. “We need groceries - we’re out of beer and coffee.”

“And Megan needs shampoo and shit that isn’t travel sized,” Hank reminded him.

Megan nodded reluctantly. “I do have some things that I need.”

“Good. Last stop then before the Ranch.” Taza put the van in gear and they headed to the biggest grocery store in town.

It was afternoon by the time they got back to the ranch with everything from town. Taza and Hank unloaded things while Megan put groceries away. She rearranged some things so the kitchen was easier for her to navigate while she was at it.

She poked her head out the front door to where they were putting together the bench they’d bought. “Are we eating here tonight? I can cook something if so.”

“Sure, Princessa. I’ve still got to run into town to get some stuff from my apartment and check on Mama like you asked, but I can be back by dinner.”

Taza modded. “Alright. Need any help, Chica?”

“Nope. Chili okay? I can pop it in the crockpot that I bought and it can cook while I go do other things. I wanna go to check on Mama too.” She grinned.

“Sure! Let me know if you can’t find something. We should be done with this soon. I can hang hooks and things while you guys are gone,” Taza said.

Megan grinned and went back to the kitchen to start the chili. She’d bought the crockpot to make taking things to the club house easier and for the long days at the yard and bar. She couldn’t wait to try it out.

An hour or so later, Taza and Hank came in. The bench was together and so was the blanket ladder for the living room to hold Megan’s fuzzy blankets.

The savory smell was drifting through the house and they could hear music from the kitchen. Together they peeked through the doorway to see how Megan was doing.

Megan had her favorite classic rock songs on the radio and found herself singing along and even practicing some of her dance moves with a small giggle as she stirred the last of the spices into the chili. She had all the stuff to make jalapeno cornbread too, but that would have to wait until closer to dinner time.

She twirled herself like Hank had done in his Mama’s yard on Thursday and burst into laughter when Taza caught her hand and joined her in her little kitchen dance party.

“Told you you’d pick up dancing fast, Chica. Look at you! Dancing along to the radio like it’s nothing.” He grinned and spun her again.

Hank leaned on the doorway to the kitchen with his phone out filming as Megan and Taza danced and acted silly. She’d come so far in just a few days. He couldn’t help but be super proud of her strength.

The song ended and Taza twirled her one more time with a chuckle, ending the dance with a kiss to her forehead.

“So, you’re feeding us chili for dinner, what should we have for lunch, Chica?” He smiled and reached for a bottle of water from the fridge. He’d normally reach for a beer, but after the conversation with Megan about alcohol, he was making an effort to cut back. There was even fruit juice in the fridge. He offered Hank a bottle and tossed him one at his nod.

“What would you like? I’ve got everything for chicken salad, I think. We could have sandwiches. Or I picked up the stuff for mac and cheese later this week - we could have that instead.” She grinned at them both. “You’ve been working pretty hard so I’m not sure if you want lighter or heavier.”

“Honestly, sandwiches sound amazing,” Hank said. “It may be fall, but it got warm out there in the sun.”

Megan looked at Taza for his confirmation. When she got it, she pulled out all the ingredients to make chicken salad sandwiches.

“What can I do, Chica? Let me help.” Taza went to wash his hands.

“Could you chop the pickles and the onions for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m going to grab a shower real quick and change. Mom will give me ‘the look’ if I show up without cleaning up some,” Hank chuckled. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to help too.”

“‘Kay.” Megan winked at him and put her father to work chopping the vegetables for her chicken salad.

Hank slipped away. He really was going to go shower and change, but he mostly wanted to give Taza and Megan some time together.

After lunch, Megan hugged Taza and got in the van with Hank. They decided to stop by Mama’s befor beheading to Hank’s apartment to load up some stuff to bring to the ranch. Hank laughingly turned the radio to the station they’d caught Megan dancing to earlier.

They pulled up to Mama’s driveway behind a car that hadn’t been there last time, causing Hank to sigh in exasperation.

“Who’s here?” Megan asked.

“My aunt. I’m sorry in advance. I”m not her favorite person and she will most likely make it known as soon as we walk in. It might even spill over onto you.” He ran his hands through his hair and down his face.

Megan frowned. “What’s her problem? The kutte? Or is she just the bitchy aunt?”

“Not really sure, but it’s too late to run. Mama’s spotted us.” He grinned ruefully and pointed at the porch.

Megan touched his arm until he looked at her. “Hey. My turn. I got you.” She smiled softly and stroked down his jaw before leaning in to kiss him softly. “I’m all in too.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed into her touch. “Thank you, Princessa.”

They got out of the van and Megan met him at the front to grasp his hand in hers before they started up the front path.

Mama met them at the door. “Hijo! I wasn’t expecting you today. You usually come by on Sunday.”

“Sorry Mama. Megan wanted to come by and check in with you early. We didn’t realize you’d have company.” He kissed her cheek and watched her relax as she realized that nothing was really wrong.

“Ahh!” She turned to cup Megan’s cheek. “Such a good girl. Hola cariňo. How are you?”

Megan grinned. “I’m good, Mama. How’re you?”

“Better now that I see you smiling.” She kissed Megan’s cheek with a smile. “Come in. We’ll have a cup of tea and you can tell me about yesterday and your shopping trip this morning.”

“We don’t want to intrude, Mama. I just needed to see you were okay,” Megan said with a small smile.

“You’re never intruding, cariňo. Besides, if Hank doesn’t come inside his tía Rosa won’t let him forget it. Come. Have a quick cup of tea before you finish whatever errands you have this evening.” She looked to Hank with a small smile.

“Of course, Mama. We brought you some of Megan’s chicken salad for sandwiches this week too.” Hank held up the tupperware container they’d brought. He dropped a reassuring kiss to Megan’s hair. “I need to pick up my nice clothes to take too. I’m going to be staying at Taza’s ranch for a bit to keep Megan company.

“Of course, mijo. You need your nice clothes for dates.” Mama winked at Megan and led the way inside and into the formal dining room. “Rosa! Look who stopped by. Hank, hijo, will you put the tupperware in the refrigerator for me? Megan, come meet Hank’s tía Rosa, My older sister.”

Hank escaped to the kitchen while Megan put on her best Southern Belle company smile. “Hello! Sorry to crash your visit. I wanted to check in on Mama a bit earlier than Hank normally does. I’m Megan Morales, Hank’s girlfriend.” She offered her hand for Aunt Rosa to shake.

Rosa’s lip curled in distaste and she flew into rapidfire Spanish while completely ignoring Megan’s offered hand.

Mama started to stiffen and Megan could tell that she was about to start an argument with her sister. Megan gently patted Mama’s shoulder and beat her to it. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I don’t actually speak Spanish yet.” She smiled toothily and offered Aunt Rosa a chance to save herself. “My father is going to teach me when he can, but we haven’t gotten to it just yet. I know it must seem terribly rude of me not to answer you in Spanish. I apologize.”

Rosa turned to Mama and growled something else as Hank returned to the room.

“Hola tía Rosa. Please, speak English. You’re being rude to Megan.” Hank wrapped an arm around Megan’s shoulder and kissed her hair quickly.

“And why should it matter if I’m being rude to someone I’ll never meet again? I’m surprised you introduced such an inappropriate girl to your mother!” Rosa said.

“Now wait just a moment, Rosa! Megan is a good girl to my Hank and to me! Leave her out of your nastiness,” Mama defended loudly.

Megan once again patted Mama’s shoulder. “I’m alright, Mama. I’m used to not being good enough to some people. She doesn’t scare me.” Megan turned back to face Rosa. “Now. I’m not sure what makes me inappropriate in your eyes and I really don’t care. However, you will not disrespect your sister and your nephew in front of me. They have been nothing but supportive of me and I love them both very much. You can hate me, you can insult me, you can even call me names to my face. I don’t particularly give a shit, but leave them out of it.” She smiled cheerfully at the old woman. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Hank has to grab a few things and then we’ll be out of your hair.”

Hank grinned down at Megan. “Well said, Princessa. Why don’t you go on into my old room and I’ll be in in just a moment.” He indicated the hallway. “Second door on the left.”

“Of course.” She leaned over and kissed Mama’s cheek. “I’ll call later tomorrow to check in and come by for tea later this week, okay?”

“Si, cariňo. Of course.” Mama smiled up at Megan gratefully. “Thank you for the chicken salad.”

Megan squeezed her shoulder gently and slipped into Hank’s old room to wait for Hank, hoping she didn’t overstep dealing with the hateful aunt.

Hank watched her close the door with a grin. “Now. Tía Rosa, you WILL leave Megan alone and even be polite. I can put up with a lot from you because you are my tía. However, I will not sit meekly by while you insult my Princessa in front of me. As far as I’m concerned, she’s here to stay. You can either bite your tongue and be polite to her, or you can be silent. And, you leave Mama out of it. You don’t like that what I have to say goes - you don’t have to be here when we are.” Hank turned and smiled at Mama. “We’ll grab that stuff and get going. I’ll call you later tonight, okay?”

“Of course, hijo. Te quiero. Tell Megan yo también la amo.” She kissed his cheek softly.

“Te quiero, Mama. I’ll tell her.” He smiled and went to his room to pack some things up.

In his bedroom he found Megan examining his bookshelf. It was mostly Harley manuals and books from his time in the Army, but there were a few picture frames as well. She jumped when he closed the door softly.

“Sorry, Princessa. Didn’t mean to startle you, but I also don’t need an audience for this.” He smiled and crossed the room in a few strides before lifting her to sit on the desk behind her and kiss her deeply.

Megan melted into his kiss with a smile before pulling back a bit. “And here I was ready to apologize if I overstepped. I don’t think I will now.” She kissed him again and threw her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Hank chuckled and stepped between her knees to let her press herself against his chest. He finally released her to breathe and pressed his forehead to hers. “That was amazing, Princessa. I’m so proud of how you handled that. You were absolutely perfect.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips again.

Megan smiled. “So you aren’t upset that I snapped at your aunt?”

“Not in the least. And neither is Mama. She’s probably just waiting for us to get out of the house before she gives tía Rosa the dressing down she has coming. Rosa may be Mama’s big sister, but Mama has never been afraid to tell her how it is.” He hugged her close and nuzzled her hair. “I like that you defended me. I like it even more that you defended Mama. Thank you, Princessa. And I’m sorry you had to deal with it in the first place.”

Megan fiddled with his rosary and snuggled into his firm chest. “I told you. I’m all in too.”

Hank chuckled and kissed her one last time before he turned her loose. “Let me grab my stuff and we can get out of here. It won’t take me long. I just usually keep my nice clothes here since I only wore them to Sunday Mass with Mama every once in a while.”

Megan smiled and hopped down to pick up a picture frame with a snapshot of Hank as a toddler standing on the stairs of the church with a younger Mama in a little three piece suit. “You were adorable in your little suit.”

Hank chuckled and glanced to see which picture she held as he put his nice clothes into the hanging suit bag in his closet. “I was about three or four there. It’s one of Mama's favorite pictures.”

“I can see why.” Megan smiled and put the frame down before running gentle fingers over a more recent photo. This one of Hank in full dress uniform with his mother smiling up at him. “She’s so proud of you.”

Hank grinned. “About ten minutes after that photo she was chasing me with a broom for startling her.”

Megan laughed out loud. “Then you deserved it.”

Hank smiled. “Probably.” He paused in his packing as he realized that these were all things Megan didn’t have. She didn’t have photos to remember her childhood. She didn’t have a proud parent at her high school graduation, let alone big moments after that. She didn’t even have possessions to remind her of her achievements in life. He put things down and went to stand behind her where she was looking at his life in pictures. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and cuddled her back against his chest while pointing out a picture in a small gold frame off to the side. “This one is my dad.”

Megan rested against him and ran soft fingers over the tattooed forearm wrapped around her collarbone. “Yeah? I can see it. You look like him a bit, but you’ve got more of Mama in your face.”

“Yeah. Mama says I act like him too. She called him ‘Bear’. I’ve definitely got his temper.” Hank rested his head on top of Megans.

“Did you know him at all?” she asked quietly.

“Not that I remember. He was killed in action when I was about ten months old.” He smiled softly at her where she couldn’t see. “He was in the Army too.”

“Mama must have loved him a lot. She never remarried?”

Hank grinned again. “She did love him, but that also had to do with me. I never liked men around my Mama and they never liked the thought of raising another man’s son.” He pressed a kiss to her hair. “So it’s always been Mama and me against the world. Until you.”

Megan turned in his arms to face him with a slight frown. “You know I’d never ask you…”

Hank smiled and tugged her braid. “Exactly. We’re here aren’t we? We’re here because you were concerned for my mother and wanted to check on her. That’s why you’re part of us now.”

Megan kissed him softly. “I’d like that. To be part of a family.”

Hank cupped her cheeks in his massive hands. “You already arm. But Mama will gladly add you to her family too.” He kissed her one more time and then released her. “C’mon. Help me pack what’s in the dresser and we can get outta here.”

They packed a duffle and grabbed the hanging suit bag before they headed out to load the van. Tía Rosa was getting into her car and completely ignored them except for a dirty look.

After she left, Mama came out to say goodbye. She hugged Megan tight. “I’m so sorry, cariňo. You won’t have to deal with her again. She won’t be welcome back in my home until she learns some manners.”

“Mama, you didn’t have to do that. She’s your sister. Your family.” Megan pulled back to look at her. “Don’t alienate family over me. It’s not worth it.”

Mama shook her head. “That is where you’re wrong, Princessa. Blood isn’t family. Family is family. YOU are family. She’s just blood.” She kissed Megan’s cheek and smiled. “Now - you make Hank bring you by for tea in a few days and we’ll talk through what you want to learn for your party.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good girl. Keep her safe, son.”

“Always, Mama. Call if you need me.”

A few minutes down the road, they stopped at a rundown apartment complex where Hank had an efficiency unit. Inside was sparse, but neat. It very well could have been a military style dorm.

“You weren’t kidding about not really living here, were you?” Megan asked with a chuckle.

“Nope. Anything of value was at Mama’s or is at the club house storage.” He pointed at the foot locker at the end of the queen bed. “That’s all I came for really. Everything else came with the apartment.”

There were no pictures, no TV or computer, not even dirty laundry. Hank hauled the trunk over his shoulder and walked it down to the van. Megan checked the standing wardrobe that functioned as a closet to find it empty. The same with the kitchen cabinets. Hank came back in to look the place over for anything he missed.

“Why have this place at all?” Megan asked puzzled.

“Basically just to get mail here. I needed an address on record that wasn’t linked to Mama. Anyone surface searched to find me…” he shrugged.

“Led them here and not to Mama’s.”

“Right. I’m not on any of her bills or accounts on record. Even the ones that I pay. They’d have to dig back to my birth records to trace her to me. Keeps her safer.” He smiled a bit. “Probably why Taza hasn’t asked about your last name.”

“Because it keeps one more barrier between me and the bad guys.” Megan nodded.

“Exactly.”

On the way out, Hank dropped the key in the rent box. He really was sure about this move. “C’mon, Princessa. Let’s go home.”

Back at the Ranch, they unloaded Hank’s stuff and arranged it in Megan’s bedroom. The foot locker went perfectly at the end of the king sized bed. They cleaned out the “extra” clothes from the dresser that wouldn’t work for them and put them in the hallway closet.

Hank discovered after putting his clothes away that what Megan owned fit into one drawer and sighed. “We’ve got to get you some more clothes, Princessa. You deserve nice things.” He closed her drawer with a grimace.

“I’ve got plenty of clothes…”

Hank sat on the bed and pulled her to straddle his lap. This was quickly becoming his favorite way to have serious conversations. “Princessa, you don’t have to be ready to move in an hour's time anymore. You can own things without having to worry you’ll have to leave something behind because someone is making you move.” He held her close and petted her hair. “You can put down roots.”

Megan thought carefully as she rested against him. “Is that what I’m doing? Avoiding having things because it’s not a necessity?” she asked out loud.

Hank nodded a bit. “I think so. Coco did the same thing for a long time after his last deployment. We finally figured out it was a habit from living out of his rucksack on missions. I think you’re doing the same thing because you never knew when your placement would change as a kid. You were in the system so deep they moved you all over the damn state.”

Megan contemplated it. “So, there’s a reason I’m like this? There’s an explanation?”

“I ain’t a shrink, Princessa, but there’s a reason for everything we do.” Hank rocked her gently. “I just think it’s so deeply ingrained in you that you don’t think about why you refuse things every other girl your age has. If you don’t want it, it doesn’t hurt when you don’t get it, right? Bet you don’t do birthdays or Christmas either, do you?”

“Nope. Not really. They’re just another day.”

“Do you trust Taza, Megan? Do you trust me?” Hank asked softly.

“Of course I do! You’re my safety in this world,” Megan said, sitting back to look at him in shock. “I trust you two with my life.”

Hank nodded and cradled her neck in one huge hand with his thumb stroking over her cheekbone. “Then trust us when we say you can own more that what fits in one backpack now. Let us give you things, please?”

Megan looked him in the eye before nodding. “I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Hank smiled and rewarded her answer with a deep kiss.

Taza knocked gently on the doorframe. “EZ just dropped off the bikes and something for you Megan.” He held up a gift bag. “Now before you get nervous - this is from me and your padrinos so no mysterious gift giver.”

Megan sighed in relief. “Okay, good cause I was nervous there for a second.” She smiled and climbed off Hank’s lap togo over to her father.

“No nerves, Princessa. Just something you need.” Taza handed her the bag.

“Thank you.” She smiled and opened the bag to find a new cell phone and case for it.

“We put you on my cell phone plan, Chica. You can keep your burner for emergencies and club shit, but this way you have a decent personal phone like the rest of us.” Taza grinned.

Megan laughed. “Thank you.”

“Hank’s and my numbers are already in there. So are your padrinos. We left everything else for you to set up how you want it.” He smiled. “It’ll fit the case we bought for your belt too.”

Megan hugged him tight and sat down to pull everything out of the wrapping and start setting up her phone.

Taza smirked as Hank joined him at the door. “That was less of a fight then I was expecting.”

Hank chuckled. “Your timing is impeccable. We literally JUST finished a discussion about letting us give her things that are normal for other people. She’s been living out of a single backpack for her entire life so now we just need to remind her that she never has to leave here again if she doesn’t want to. She can have things.”

It was like a lightbulb went off for Taza. “Like Coco when he first joined.”

Hank nodded. “Like Coco.”

“Hank! I need that picture of us from the boardwalk for my background!” Megan bounced up to him.

Hank chuckled. “Sure, Princessa, but I need your new number first.”

Megan froze with a giggle. “Um… I don’t know it either!” SHe started searching through the settings to see if she could find it.

Taza laughed. “Just send him a text, Chica. His number is in your contacts.”

Megan opened her contacts and burst into giggles again. “I’m guessing Hank is ‘Teddy Bear’.” She shot off a quick text and Hank’s phone buzzed.

Hank laughed out loud and read the text. It said ‘I’m not changing your name in my phone’. He scrolled through the pictures of them at the boardwalk and sent a few of the selfies they’d taken ending with the kiss she had given him. That one was his home screen. One of the beach shots was his lock screen.

“Thank you!” Megan went back to the bed to finish setting up her phone.

“EZ also said that a box came for you at the club house from that tattoo supplier you like in L.A.” Taza mentioned quietly.

“Good. That’ll be the ink I ordered for Megan’s tattoo touch up.” Hank nodded satisfied. “We can do that tomorrow while EZ paints in here. What’d Bish say about the run?”

“We’re all good. We’re going to make it where you and I aren’t gone at the same time. Actually, it’ll be more like you’re on limited runs anyway since she can’t seem to sleep without you.” Taza patted his shoulder.

“Well limited runs won’t hurt as long as you don’t charge me out the ass for rent. I turned in the key to my apartment today so no bills there.” Hank grinned, tucking his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Hermano, I ain’t charging you rent at all. You’re here because Megan needs you…”

“Bullshit.” Hank said and Megan looked up with a concerned frown at his outburst. “Don’t worry, Princessa. Club shit. C’mon Taza. Let’s step out and discuss this.”

Taza snorted indelicately. “Yes. Let’s.” He led the way out to the kitchen.

Hank followed him. “Listen, brother, I won’t freeload. I’m paying somethin’.”

“You aren’t freeloading. You’re re-allocating resources. Give you more money to spend on Megan.” Taza shrugged. “I don’t exactly have a lot of bills, brother. The ranch is mine - free and clear. Water is outta a well on property. I pay for electric - what the solar panels don’t provide already - internet and TV, and cell phone service. That’s it.”

“That’s all well and good, but Megan’s party is coming up. You’re going to need some extra cash. Let me pay something so you can put more money towards Megan too,” Hank reasoned.

Taza sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Fine. Throw some money in the cookie jar once a month. It’s cash for household expenses and shit like take-out. That’s all I got for you.”

Hank nodded. “Alright. AND I buy groceries every other week.”

“Fair enough.” They shook on it.

Megan peeped her head around the corner. “Is it safe to come make the cornbread for supper?” she asked. “If I do it now we can eat in about an hour.”

“Sure, Chica. It’s safe.” Taza smiled and gestured for her to come on in to the kitchen.

She shuffled in and cuddled up to her father’s side. “Are you guys arguing about me?”

Taza froze in shock. “NO, Chica. Never. We weren’t arguing at all. We were just discussing shit and got a little loud.” He realized Megan had probably had at least one set of foster parents who argued a lot in front of her at some point. She must hate to see the people she saw as “safety” arguing or getting heated.

Megan looked at Hank for confirmation.

“Princessa, we weren’t arguing. Sorry we got loud. We tend to forget our volume control when we discuss shit. Habit from talking over Angel’s dumb ass.” He grinned. “Taza and I don’t really argue. We communicate loudly sometimes, but we don’t argue. We’re too old for that shit.”

Megan looked between the two of them and cracked a small smile. “‘Kay. Jalapeno cornbread okay with the chili?”

“Sounds great, sweetheart. Need any help?” Taza squeezed her gently around the shoulders.

“Nope. Any chance we could eat around the fire pit outside?” she asked shyly. “It’s pretty out tonight.”

Taza’s face lit up. She’d finally asked for something she wanted. “Sounds like a plan. Hank and I will go get the fire going and get it set up, okay? Just call if you need us.” Taza kissed her forehead and slipped out the French doors to the back patio.

Hank held his arms out to offer her a cuddle. Megan gladly accepted it, snuggling into his chest and toying with his rosary beads. “Sorry we startled you, Princessa, but you handled it well. No panic.”

“I’m okay. Just don’t like y’all arguing.” She kissed his chest and rested there a moment with her eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“We’ll do better. We just aren’t used to everything quite yet.” Hank rested his lips against her hair and rocked her gently in his arms, letting her draw comfort from him for as long as she needed.

“I know. I’ll try not to be so sensitive,” she whispered.

“You’re just fine, Princessa. How about after dinner we talk about what you want done with your tattoo refresh? Your inks came in today and I can refresh it tomorrow at the yard while EZ is here painting.”

She smiled a little bigger. “Okay, but I thought EZ wasn’t painting until Monday?”

Hank shrugged. “He might as well get it done tomorrow. Maybe even make Angel help in place of one of his punishment yard shifts.”

Megan giggled. “He told me prospects get all the shit jobs. Now you’re sticking him with his brother all day?”

“He’s not wrong, but he’s only got about eight months left before the member vote. He’ll live.” Hank leaned down and kissed her softly. “Now, I’m going to go help your dad set up before he burns the place down lighting the fire pit in his excitement. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay. Don’t let him burn his eyebrows off or anything.” Megan popped up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. “I’ll call when it’s time to bring stuff out.”

#mayans fanfic #mayans mc #lost princessa #che taza romero #mayans mc fanfic #taza x daughter!oc #hank loza #megan x hank

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A Helping Hand In Need - Abarai Renji

(Author note: I'm back! I got two more one shots on the way! Have y'all seen the new special story kubo is making! I'm happy hehe. Warning with food abuse and health. Never be afraid to ask for help!)

(Your Name) sadly looked at the floor as she woke up from the birds chirping from out her window. It was a bland day of the same routine.

Making a cup of tea she felt the breeze of the wind hit her face. It was fall and the weather felt nice. She smiled lightly until it was cut short when Renji and Ikkaku argued about where they were going to eat with a annoyed Yumichika following behind.

"Stop being so sour! We ate there twice last week!" Renji yelled to the bald man who was picking his ear and knitting his brow.

"But I want soba! So you have to deal with it!"

Yumichika rolled his eyes and pushed himself in the middle between them. "I say we get sushi."

"Barbecue." Renji says as the other two silently cursed because barbecue sounded appetizing.

"Fine, good one tattoos." Ikkaku says as Renji popped a vein. "Fine baldy moneys on you."

(Your Name) just watched the trio and hid silently by the pillar. Hoping they wouldn't notice her. Not that she was important but her lieutenant Renji actually seem to acknowledge her besides everyone else.

She blinked a bit and looked at the sun, she felt like passing out. "No I can't cause a scene."

She tried to focus on her breathing but soon fell lightly on the floor spilling the tea.

"Let's invite Kira and Shuhei." Ikkaku says before stopping on his track with wide eyes. "Oi."

Renji stopped also and blinked.

"(Your Name)!" He yells and ran to pick her up. "Oi oi!" He shakes her a bit violently as she groaned. "What's wrong?"

She sighs because of his yelling and opened her eyes, (Your Name) was fine, passing out was basically a norm now. With Renji helping her off the ground she dusted off her clothes and awkwardly coughed. "Um, I'm sorry I was feeling light headed." She told them and looked down to her feet.

"Are you feeling alright? Your eyes are kinda dark and your skin is pale." Yumichika adds with concern as she felt a twist in her stomach, her anxiety was starting to rise as all three men looked at her with concern.

(Your Name) needed a way to escape as her thought were scrambling everywhere.

"Yeah I'm fine! I'll clean the tea cup! You guys get going I'm sure you guys are busy!" She says with a forced smile as they all look at each other.

"Be careful." Ikkaku says as him and Yumichika head off first.

Renji helped pick the pieces off the ground as she frowned. "Really it's no big deal!"

"No no! I can't let my underclassmen do all the dirty job." He insisted with a smile on his face as she lightly blush and look away.

Weeks after she noticed Renji was around her a lot more often then usual, it's like he was concern she was going to pass out again. "You've been missing training a lot." He tells her as she tried to catch her breath from the days practice.

"I haven't been missing practice, I go everyday." She lied with a smile on her face as Renji raises a brow.

"Okay." He extends his word and hands her a snack as she looks down at it with slight fear.

(Your Name) holds her breath and chuckles making a lie up. "I had a big breakfast this morning, I don't think I can eat right now."

Renji laughs with her and lifts her arms showing her biceps. "You need more meat girl!" He jokes as she lightly cringes and drank more water.

"Did you wanna go out with me and a few lieutenants tonight?" He then offers as she looks up to him with innocent eyes. Renji slightly grunts and looks away from her.

"Where are you guys going?"

"A small bar! It will be fun." The insecure lieutenant says with a small half smile as she looks down to her feet.

"I don't know, I feel like I'm not in the ranking to be hanging out with y'all."

Renji just chuckles and slings his arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the barracks. This gesture alone made her feel warm. She smiled to herself.

"Sure I'll go." (Your Name) then says as his eyes light up.

"Great! I'll see you tonight!"

As the night came the bar was packed with many friends and familiar faces. "Hey! Renji talks about you a lot!" Rangiku says with a smile as (Your Name) blushes and smiles back.

"I feel so weird here."

"No no dont! I promise we don't bite!" Rangiku says and leaves a seat open for (Your Name) with Renji beside her.

"You look good." Renji stutters a bit as she flips her hair jokingly and winks at him. "I tried." She admits and looks around to see what everyone was drinking.

"What do you want? It's on me." Renji says as he gets himself some hot sake.

"Oh I'll just get water."

Rangiku overheard and pushed her boobs into their direction. "Oh no! We came to get loose! You have to order something!" She said to (Your Name) as she awkwardly laughs and just points to what the older women is having.

"I'll just have what Matsumoto Fukutaicho has then." She tells Renji as he grins and puts it on his tab.

She was a bit frighten to drink and get to intoxicated because she had barely eaten anything today. But her mind was somewhere else as she saw all the happy faces around her.

"A few sips won't hurt."

After downing one sake and a half she was already feeling dizzy and wobbly. It was hard for (Your Name) to concentrate on the conversations around her.

"Hey you okay?" Renji asks with concern on his face as she silently nodded and excused herself to the bathroom.

She washed her face and looked at her reflection, her face was flushed and she felt disgusting. "Ugh." Leaving the bathroom she looked down onto the floor to hide her face because she was unhappy.

"Everything good?" Renji says as she jumped from being frighten.

"I'm not feeling to well actually." She admits stumbling a bit as she tried to leave the bar.

"Hey hey don't worry, I'll take care of you." He laughs at her drunken state and carried her in his arms as she protested a bit.

"Wait! I'm heavy!" She pleas as he raised a brow.

"You are literally skin and bone, what do you mean?"

She sighs in defeat and started to feel insecure as she hid her face from him.

"Did you have fun?" He started a conversation to ease her mind as she nodded her head and sadly smiled to herself.

"You know, you are really caring I can see why Rukia is attached to you."

Renji snorted and laughs. "Me and Rukia are nothing! If anything I know her and Ichigo have something on the DL." (Sorry not sorry lmao)

(Your Name) gasped a bit and looked away embarrassed for mistaking their relationship.

They finally made it back to the 6th barracks as she tried to regain her composure but miserably failed and fell on her knees. She grunted and cursed under her breath.

Renji looked down on her with concern and picks her up again. "Do you usually drink?"

"No not really, this is the first time I've been drunk."

His eyes widen and he chuckles a bit helping her into the room.

"Well good night." He says as she fell onto her bed and groaned.

"I'll see you tomorrow Renji." She says with a smile on her face as she closed her eyes.

She looked flushed and vulnerable as he madly blushed and ran out to his private quarters. His heart was shaken by her.

Renji didn't see her the next morning or afternoon, he guessed she had a hangover and wasn't feeling to good. He decided to pick up some food for her and medicine to make sure she knew had to properly take care of a hangover.

Knocking on her door lightly he heard tiny shuffling as she peaked through the door. "Oh I wasn't expecting anyone." (Your Name) says and let's him in.

Renji was a bit embarrassed for coming unnoticed but he saw she had a ice bag laying on her floor. "Are you sick?"

"No my head hurts though."

"Silly, a ice bag won't help you. I got you food and medicine for your hangover." He walks in and sets it on her tiny table.

"What's is it?" She curiously asks and opens the bag. It was warm soup and rice. Nothing to special.

"Nothing cures a hangover but some hot soup and rest will help." He says and throws her some pills for the headaches.

"Renji you didn't have to." She says quietly and sets the soup down. He grins as she looked a bit unsettled.

(Your Name) breathing hitched a bit as she slowly picked up the spoon for the soup. She wanted so badly to just devour the thing but her mind was telling her no no no. With Renji sitting and watching her she had no escape. Slowly her anxiety started to rise again as she gripped the spoon a little harder.

"Is something wrong?"

Renji saw fear in her eyes and a forced smile as she just took a few sips and lightly pushed the food away. While sitting there he began to notice she avoided food a lot and was particularly very thin as he had only seen her with the uniform on.

He picked up the pieces to why she wasn't attending practice and was passing out a lot.

"(Your Name)." He calls out to her but she looked down in defeat and stood up to put on a thick jacket because she was getting cold.

"I'm sorry Renji nows not a good time to be here." She stressed a bit as he stood up to her level.

"You are sick (Your Name), you need to get some help." He says in a serious tone as she shook her head.

"I'm fine really-"

"No! You don't think I've noticed how you avoid food, how you barely have any energy. You've been passing out and your skin bruises easily. You get cold!"

(Your Name) trembles under him as she swallowed her tears. She knew getting close to him was going to be the end of her.

"So? Why do you care? It none of your business."

Renji knitted his brows and held onto her shoulders. "I care because I like you, this wasn't the way I was going to confess but I'm not going to sit here and watch you kill yourself. You are so beautiful please don't hurt yourself anymore." Renji begged as she fell into his arm for comfort.

"I can't, it's so hard. I tried but everytime I see myself in the mirror I get dark thoughts and end up torturing myself."

He sighs in frustration, not because of her but because no one has ever noticed how much she was suffering. Renji wanted to help her, no he was going to and was determined to make her the most confident she's ever been.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm pushing the limits here." He wraps her tiny body under his and rubs her back for warmth. "But let's get you to the 4th division tomorrow and get you professional help."

He saw the fear in her eyes as she refused. "No. No! They are going to force feed me and I won't be able to fulfill my shinigami job-" she says but he shuts her mouth with a rough kiss as he wiped the tears away.

"Hey look at me. I would never let you do something that makes you uncomfortable but let's just get you checked up and go on from there." Renji tried to compromise as she bit her lips and nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve someone like me."

He smiles at her and pushes some hair out of her face.

"(Your Name) everyone deserves happiness, even you."

She couldn't help but pull him in a kiss as he returns back with the same passion.

"Okay, let do it then." She says with a bit of confidence as he nodded with reassurance.

"I'm right here with you." Renji says pulling her back into bed and tucking her in. "Get some rest, I know it's been rough on you."

She warmly smiled to him even though the tears were still there.

"Thank you Renji, truly."

#bleach #tite kubo #bleach x reader #bleach oneshot #bleach imagines #bleach oneshots #abarai renji #renji #renji abarai #bleach renji

[bruhlsbees]

to the end - preview

summary: reader starts her first day at the paper and receives a big break

pairing: niki lauda x fem!reader

word count: 2,116

warnings: n/a

a/n: okay y'all i told you i would be writing something niki related after i finished watching rush and here it is! first chapter will be posted sometime this week - as always lemme know if you want to be on the taglist and if you have any other niki lauda writing ideas pls send them my way!!

You knew you should have taken your car into the shop before your first day on the job. The smoke from the engine was seeping out of the sides on the hood and you could smell the burning of whatever it was that was heating up. That’s what you get though for thinking a Ford Cortina was the best choice of car.

Thankfully you managed to pull into the lot before your car wheezed to death. Pushing your foot down on the break, you held your breath as your foot went down, down, down - the car not slowing. The breaks were shit, the engine was shit, what about your car wasn’t shit? Glancing over at the dashboard, sitting in the middle, was the hula dancer your friend gave you before you left to take the job. That, that wasn’t shit.

When your car finally came to a stop, you cut the engine and pulled your keys out, leaning back in the seat as you stared ahead of you at the building. It was an old car garage that had been turned into a paper company. The main waiting room was turned into the secretary and front room while the garage had been turned into the news room where the reporters worked. It was fitting for what the paper’s beat was.

Looking over towards the passenger seat, you reached into the box that had your belongings and pulled out the newspaper clipping of the job offer.

RACING STRIPES NEWSPAPER IS LOOKING FOR NEW REPORTERS TO COVER THE UPCOMING FORMULA RACE SEASON - NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED

Not to boost your own ego, but you knew it wouldn’t be hard to get the job. With your four years of experience under your best and bachelor’s degree in Journalism, they’d be a fool to turn you away, especially if they were so desperate. You knew how to work in a room full of men, you’ve done it all your career so far - working in a room full of men eager to cover the next formula racing gossip, now that was the challenge.

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t too proud to be working for The Racing Stripes Co. They had a reputation of causing more trouble than they did good and hardly followed any journalistic ethics. You needed the money though, and getting in the middle of formula racing meant your name being shown. Maybe it was a little ridiculous, but as a woman - getting your name out there and showing men that you could do their job just as good, if not better, was what you aimed for.

So you found The Racing Stripes ad in the paper, gave them a call, got an interview, and hired on the spot. Today was your first day and you were going in guns blazing.

Opening the driver side door, you pushed the door open and grabbed your box of belongings before standing up, pulling your suede pants down a bit and shutting the door shut. Turning towards the building, you let out a deep breath before making your way across the lot and into the main waiting room.

The bell that was above the door rang when you pushed it open, smiling weakly as the older woman looked up from her desk, grinning towards you.

“Well, well, you must be the new reporter?” Standing up, she extended her hand out to shake. You quickly shuffled your box into your other hand, extending your right out to shake her’s, “I’m Regina, but please, call me Gina, all the boys around here do.”

Watching her step out from her desk, she pulled down her skirt a bit and tugged her sweater around her before looking you up and down, “Pants girl, huh? I would’ve taken you for the dress type.” She commented before walking towards the side door that led out to the garage.

Taken back, you opened your mouth and looked down at your own attire: loose flower blouse, suede pants, and dull heels. You thought you looked nice, maybe you were underdressed? When you looked up and realized she wasn’t there, you quickly rushed after her, catching the door before it shut in your face and into the garage, scanning the room at the desks that were lined up, voices talking over voices as some men screamed into the phone, scribbling notes down on loose leaf pieces of paper.

“Newcomer? Nah, we don’t know him. We only cover well-known faces - whoever this Lowdo person is, we don't know him, we ain’t coverin him...no I don’t wanna hear it, gimme a better name and then we’ll talk...fine, fine, I’ll see what the boss says, but don’t expect anything!”

When the phone slammed down and the man stood up, you tried to pull your attention away as Gina stopped at the empty desk, smiling towards you.

“Well, this is you. You’ll be across from David. He was the newest reporter before you,” She turned to David who was busy typing at his typewriter, not paying much attention to you as you sat your box of belongings down at the desk, “David, be good to her. It’s not everyday we get a lady around the journal.”

Before you could start getting your things out, you glanced over at Gina who seemed to linger. Raising an eyebrow, you felt her hands grab your arm, pulling you towards the back, “Before you get settled, I should probably let the boss know you’re here. He might have a story already lined up for you.”

You managed to snake your arm out of her grasp, trailing behind her as she went into the office first, the room filled heavily with smoke and the scent of cigars. Coughing, you waved the heavy smoke out of your face, shaking your head as you adjusted to the scent.

“Boss? It’s the new girl, she’s here.” Gina explained, stepping to the side to let you come in more. Standing beside Gina, your mouth twitched into a smile, looking ahead of you at your new boss - Hank Fezzold. He was a bigger gentleman, with a thick black mustache that drooped over his upper lip, his balding hair combed to one side, and a fat cigar hanging from his lips.

He seemed to take his time wrapping up with whatever it was he was doing. Finishing the cigar before crushing the rest of it into the ashtrap, clearing his throat and looking up at you and Gina.

“So, first day, huh?” You nodded and clasped your hands behind you, waiting for him to continue. He hummed in thought before looking at his desk, going through his papers, “Well, I imagine you know what the job entails? It’s not ethical, as I know you had mentioned in your interview, but it pays well and I think you can mind the code of ethics for a crisp bill, wouldn’t you say?”

You stifled a laughed and nodded, “I’m aware of the job, Mr. Fezzold - if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, staring at one another before Gina finally stepped in, clearing her throat, “Well, Mr. Fezzold, if that’s all, I’m sure she’d like her story so she can get started, yes?”

Mr. Fezzold stared at you for a moment longer before finally nodding, “Yes, well, suppose you’re right, Gina. We are about to have our morning brief so you’ll get assigned a piece then, yes?”

You nodded once, mumbling a ‘yes sir’ before turning and heading out of the office, making your way back to your desk to get whatever you could out before the morning brief began.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You weren’t sure what to expect exactly when the morning brief began. At your old job, things were relatively hectic, but at least there was order. The Racing Stripes lived up to their reputation - messy, unordered, and pure chaos.

Everyone was screaming over one another from their desks, holding up papers of notes that they had gathered to try and convince Mr. Fezzold why they should cover the story they came up with. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, groaning at how loud the room was, the walls of the garage echoing. Mr. Fezzold seemed to have enough as well, slamming his fist against the desk that he was seated at.

“Enough! Bloody Mary, with this eagerness just to get a story going, you’d think you’d already have it all covered! I don’t give a damn if it’s been covered already, just get the fucking content out and we will work from there. We don’t know a single thing about this season yet, so gather what we can get and we’ll decide from there.”

It was the man from earlier who raised his hand, the one that you overheard on the phone. When Mr. Fezzold nodded for him to speak, frustrated by his sudden politeness, the man stood up and cleared his throat.

“I got a call earlier today, Mr. Fezzold, someone going on about some newcomer from Austria, Niko Laudo? I think that’s his name...they think he’s going to be an important figure this season, want us to cover him. I told them that we don’t cover nobodies, Sir, but I said I’d let you know about it.”

The room erupted in laughs, thinking it was crazy for the man to even suggest it. You didn’t see what the big deal was - newcomers often had more stories than known ones since they’re new and still getting their story out. Nobody seemed to want to take the story, and you thought maybe - maybe, this could be your big break.

Standing up, you cleared your throat to gain everyone’s attention, although that didn’t seem to work. Everyone was still laughing and teasing the man who pitched the idea, saying that he should take it if he’s so obsessed with the man. You bit your tongue, hoping that maybe you’d get a brief second of silence to finally tell them that you would take it. But it never came.

Finally having enough, you sighed and took a deep breath, “HEY!” You yelled over the men, watching as they all fell in silence, mouths gaped at the sudden outburst that came from you. Sighing, you cleared your throat and adjusted your posture, standing up, “I’ll take it. In my experience, you get a fresh face and they’ll give you double the stories of what you’re already getting from a big shot. Whoever this Niko Laudo man is, I’m sure the guy is right, maybe he is going to make a name for himself.”

Mr. Fezzold leaned back in his chair, taking a long drag from his new cigar before exhaling the smoke from his nose. With the cigar in between his index and middle finger, he shook it at you, a smirk toying on his lips.

“You got guts kid, I’ll give you that. But you’re new to covering formula racing - that theory might work for the town paper that you used to work at, but here what people wanna read about is who they already know. You throw out a nobody and the paper might as well be just thrown in the trash.”

You could feel your lips curve into a frown, not sure what to say next. You wanted to prove that you could do it, but it seemed like Mr. Fezzold and the rest of The Racing Stripes Co. were stuck in their own ways. Until Mr. Fezzold surprised you and the rest of the reporters in the room.

“I tell you what. You wanna get your big break here? Fine, I’ll give this to you. Cover him throughout the season and if you’re right on him and your stories do well, I’ll think about keeping you around.”

You smiled weakly and nodded, thanking him before watching as he nodded back, standing up after crushing his cigar in the ashtray and clapping his hands.

“Okay ladies, come on! Season is starting and we got stories to cover. I don’t want to see anyone slacking or else you can kiss your jobs goodbye, you hear?”

Scrambling to get started, reporters began dialing numbers and attempting to set up interviews. They already were steps ahead of you since they were covering racers from the previous seasons. While they were getting interviews, you were only starting to figure out how to get in touch with this Niko Laudo person. As you searched through papers and notes that the man, who’s name you learned to be Ted, gave you - you realized quickly that maybe you were in over your head.

#to the end #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #niki lauda imagine #niki lauda smut #rush #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Jeweler!Sapphire AU (not canon)

Welcome to 3k words of this amazing AU idea that may or may not become a multi-parter. No editing, we die like.. idk. Please let me know what y'all think!!

Tagging the usual group (let me know if you only want to be tagging in canon stuff): @newbornwhumperfly @unicornscotty @itsleighlove @whump-scribbles @getyourwhumphere @skunkandgrenade @penny-for-your-whump @lektric-whump @just-a-whump-lover @thelazywitchphotographer @restrainthenmaime @angstyachesplus @lilbitwhumpy @leaderofthebeanarmy @aquard-skaii @whumprincess @thatgaysnail @finaldreams1106 @reveriedeludesme @kemonoinuzuka @circlingravens @whumpasaurus101 @spicy-wendigo @femmewithadhd @wafflestakethecake @lonesome--hunter @as-a-matter-of-whump @broadwaybabe18 @whumpinggoodtime @temporary-whump-sideblog @dumb-and-lesbian let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: talk of death (in a pretty disrespectful manner), talk of human trafficking, intimate whumper, hair pulling, noncon touching, some pretty noncon vibes near the end, uhhh Saph/Dustin is a real asshole, let me know if I need to tag anything else!

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The sound of a ringing phone woke Dustin. With a groan, he rolled over in bed, blankets tangled around his legs. Blindly groping along his nightstand, he found his phone and answered the call, from an unknown number, blue eyes squinting against the flash of the bright screen.

“Yeah?” he answered, stifling a yawn.

“Is this Mr. Moore?” a timid male voice said.

Rubbing a hand across his face, Dustin sat up, glancing at the clock with a groan. “Yes, this is he,” he responded, voice tight. “Now who the fuck is calling me at four a.m.?”

A throat was cleared on the other end of the line. “Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I’m Nicholas Jameston.” There was a pause, as if he expected Dustin to recognize the name. “I’m your uncle’s lawyer.”

Dustin blinked, brow furrowing in confusion. “My uncle? You mean.. Uncle Spence?”

A curt “Yes, sir.”

“Okayyyy,” he drew out. “Listen, I haven’t talked to him in years. Since I left for college at least. Probably before even high school. You see, my dad and him, they didn’t really get along-” He cut himself off. Why was he telling this man anything? “Anyways, there must be some confusion. I don’t know why he wants his lawyer contacting me all of a sudden.” Shit, he thought. Did I break or steal something last time I was at his place? Is this what this is about?

There was an awkward beat of silence before the lawyer cleared his throat again. “No, sir, there’s no mistake or confusion. You see, you’re Mr. Spencer’s closest remaining blood relative.”

Dustin was really not awake enough for this conversation. “Just say what you need to and be done with it.”

“Your uncle is dead,” the lawyer finally said. “And you’re his sole heir.”

-

Dustin pulled up in his car, a shiny BMW he’d bought using his dad’s life insurance money a few years ago. He squinted against the darkness of early morning, checking the address again. This place looked less like a family home and more like a fortress. A prison.

He wondered, for the millionth time since getting rudely awoken and told that a man he’d met only a handful of times was a) dead and b) giving him everything, what exactly he was doing here. His dad must be rolling over in his grave. Not that Dustin particularly cared about that.

He knew that the brothers had never gotten along, that his dad, the older brother, had apparently “abandoned” the family business because it was “amoral,” but Dustin had never really been privy to the details. He rolled his eyes just thinking about his dad and his need to be righteous and perfect all the time.

That apparently had gone out the window at some point, but the bastard was too proud to go back to his brother - their parents were already dead by that time - and instead decided to start his own company, selling.. who knew? Certainly not Dustin. No, the young twenty-six-year-old was perfectly content enjoying his bachelor playboy lifestyle, feeding off mommy and daddy’s blood money.

“Mr. Moore?” A man was standing on the doorstep, fidgeting nervously with a thick manila envelope.

Dustin took one look at him and barely withheld a sigh. This man, short, balding, oily, was a lawyer alright. He raised one lazy eyebrow. “Jameson, I presume?” he called back, making his way slowly up the path to the door.

“Uh, it’s Jameston, sir,” the man corrected quickly.

Dustin didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. It’s early and I have a busy day ahead of me. Left a pretty girl waiting for me to call. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

Not bothering to wait, Dustin stepped up to the door and opened it, stepping inside a grand foyer. He whistled softly, taking in the shimmering chandelier, the sweeping staircase, with a gold-woven rug running down the middle, and the many large and well-furnished rooms branching off from the entrance.

“Now this is a nice playhouse, huh?” he said, grinned indolently.

He saw Jameston’s jaw tighten fractionally. “Yes, sir,” he responded. “Now, I can give you a complete tour of the house now. However, Mr. Spencer’s real estate agent can do that when she arrives here in-” he glanced at his watch - a fake, Dustin had noticed - “a couple hours or so. Furthermore, there was a, erm, rather sensitive matter that Mr. Spencer tasked me with familiarizing you with personally.” He adjusted his tie slightly, clearly nervous, before motioning Dustin down one of the smaller hallways to the side.

His curiosity piqued, Dustin followed. “What do you mean? Oh, don’t tell me, was the old man into some shady illegal business? Drugs? Girls?”

Jameston shook his head, Adam's apple bobbing. “No sir. Your uncle, he was an.. art collector, of a sort. Well, he created his own art, really. However, it was not necessarily, um, legally acquired.”

Dustin barely held in a laugh at the lawyer’s clear panic. “Of course it wasn’t,” he scoffed. “Do you know how much shady shit has gone on in this family?” He couldn’t stop the bark of laughter this time. “Of course you do, you’re the lawyer.”

Jameston’s face flushed but he remained quiet until he reached an indiscreet door at the end of a short hall. If Dustin didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was a closet or something. Jameston cleared his throat as he opened the door. “Welcome to the Jewelry Box, sir.”

-

Carnelian sighed, his head falling back against the wall as he stretched his legs out along the small bed. The only sounds in the large room was the occasional movement from one of the others.

“That’s it,” he muttered, standing up and marching over to the glass wall. “Is anyone else wondering where the bastard is?” he called, frowning as he caught the gazes of several of the others.

Emerald just shook his head, silently warning him. Amethyst, however, scoffed, picking at her nails intently. “Why do you care?” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re ever doing anything but yelling and cursing.”

“So?” Carnelian shot back. “Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what’s going on?”

As if to answer his questions, he heard the door hiss open. Turning his gaze towards it, he felt his lips tugging down into a frown.

“Here we go again,” he muttered. “I knew the bastard would be back before long.”

Then he met the gaze of a stranger, arrogant and lazy and startlingly bright blue. Eyebrows flicking up, he blurted, “Who the fuck are you?”

Smirking, the stranger glanced at a smaller man next to him, one Carnelian had glimpsed down here once or twice before, always with the Jeweler. “I think I’d like to ask you the same question.”

The small man cleared his throat and began speaking, quietly enough that Carnelian couldn’t hear. Instead he took in the stranger, as if he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away.

The man was attractive, annoyingly attractive from Carnelian’s perspective. His skin was a bronzed tone, clear and smooth. He was tall, probably taller than Carnelian, with a lean, slightly muscled body. He had on a dark t-shirt that clung to his body and somehow looked expensive, with form-fitting jeans and some Converse high tops on as well. His dark brown hair was slightly wavy, with the top grown out long and falling into his face. Carnelian’s eyes drifted down towards his mouth before he forcefully pulled them back up to his eyes, which were-

Still on him. Carnelian felt himself blush and then scowl as he met the man’s gaze. Already he was getting on his nerves. And where the hell was the Jeweler? Was this stranger some new client of his, looking to buy one of them? At that thought, Carnelian felt a flash of panic through him and glanced over at Emerald, who was looking subtly at him as well, clearly thinking the same thing.

Carnelian tuned back in when the stranger exclaimed, “Are you shitting me right now?” The stranger was now looking at each of them, studying them more intently.

His gaze almost completely skimmed over Diamond and Ruby, both of them still curled up in their beds, watching with wary and confused gazes. He barely even noticed Amber, the new one still drugged to high heaven after mouthing off to the Jeweler yesterday. Carnelian doubted the kid could even remember their own name right now, much less stand up from where they were sprawled in their bed. He took a bit longer looking at Emerald, his defensive stance, wise eyes, then Amethyst, with her crossed arms and haughty expression, before finally settling on Carnelian.

After several long, tense seconds, he looked back at the other man. “So you’re saying,” he drawled slowly, deliberately. “That this, all of this, the house, the business, the.. Jewels-” his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk- “they’re all mine?”

Swallowing, the other man nodded. “Yes sir, that’s what I’m saying.” He drew out a piece of paper and, clearing his throat, began to read. “‘I hereby give the entirety of my properties, including my family home, my businesses, and my Jewelry Box, to my closest remaining blood relative upon my death.’ That would be you, Dustin Moore.”

There was a gasp from one of the other cells, where Diamond had stood up, flying to the window, eyes wide and frantic. “Death? Wait, no, Sir, he- he can’t be-” They dissolved into sobs, sliding to their knees on the floor.

Carnelian glanced around at the rest of the Jewels, the only sound coming from Diamond. The rest of them had frozen as well, not sure how they were meant to respond. Carnelian was reeling, glancing down as he took a shaky breath. On the one hand, he was glad the bastard was dead. On the other, well, the Jeweler had never looked at him the way the stranger, Dustin the other man had said, looked at him. The Jeweler looked at him like some prized object, something to be shown off proudly and then put back into storage. The Jeweler treated him less than human; Dustin’s gaze said he knew precisely how human Carnelian was, he just didn’t care.

Before he knew it, Carnelian was raising his head to glare at the other man, only to find him still looking at him. As Dustin slowly moved forward, he asked, “Did my uncle give these.. Jewels any names? Because I think I’m seeing a theme in them.” He stopped a couple feet away from the glass, his head tilted slightly. “The only one I can’t seem to figure out is this one.”

Carnelian’s lip curled. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he snarled softly, looking him up and down before raising his brows slightly. “Bastard jr,” he added.

Dustin almost seemed caught off guard before letting out a laugh. “I thought you said that he trained them to be all submissive and whatever,” he called over to the other. “Jameston, this one seems to be a bit feral.” He stepped even closer, lifting one hand to touch the glass. Carnelian fell back a couple inches, eyes still narrowed.

Jameston cleared his throat yet again. Carnelian would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was complicit in letting him stay kidnapped. “Yes sir, your uncle had his ways of training them. However, he didn’t train them all the same way. He found that one’s fight to be..” He skimmed his notes quickly. “..rather appealing, sir.”

Carnelian made a noise of disgust as Dustin grinned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

Carnelian barely breathed until Dustin stepped away, turning back to Jameston. “Well, I’ve seen them all. Let’s go back upstairs now. I think I saw a nice liquor cabinet that I’d like to raid.”

Once they were both gone from view and the door had hissed shut, Carnelian leaned his head against the cool glass.

“You okay?” Emerald asked.

Carnelian just shook his head, a sudden lump in his throat. “The way he looked at me,” he said softly.

“I know,” Emerald murmured back.

He glanced up to find the older man looking at him with concern and pity.

“Well then,” Amethyst said loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen thick and heavy. “That was certainly something.”

Diamond sobbed loudly. “That.. that can’t be true. Can it?” They looked up, searching the others’ faces. Carnelian felt a twinge of pity for them. After over a decade of being trapped down here, they had been reduced to a mere shadow of whoever they might have once been. At whatever they might’ve seen on their faces, Diamond dissolved back into inconsolable sobs.

Resting her head on the wall, Ruby quietly asked, “So what happens now?”

There was a beat of silence before Emerald replied, “Now we wait.”

-

Back upstairs, Dustin was finally alone after getting rid of that annoying lawyer. He had had to practically shove the man out of the house to get him to leave. Even then, he had only left with promises to call later about the details.

For now, Dustin was sprawled out in a large, overstuffed armchair, a bottle of expensive whisky and a half empty glass next to him. He was already on his second glass, and he had no plans on stopping any time soon.

His mind drifted to the one who had glared and cursed at him. The smaller one, with the hard gaze, numerous freckles, and bright curly hair. The one Jameston had said was named Carnelian. Dustin looked up the stone and smiled at the pictures that were pulled up. Bright, fiery stones, of varying shades, Dustin had to admit, he could see the resemblance.

Pouring himself another glass, he sunk down further into the chair. He supposed he should be more concerned with the fact that there were six human beings locked in some creepy basement that he had apparently just inherited. But, after living the life that he had lived so far, Dustin had to admit that this was far from the craziest thing he had seen. He knew plenty of friends whose families had, well, less than legal people working for them, and now that he thought about it, he swore he could remember some show a few of his friends had gone to where the host had all his pets or whatever they were called designed as gemstones.

He laughed softly, quietly murmuring, “Carnelian, huh?” before draining the glass and pouring one more.

-

It was hours later when Carnelian awoke in the darkness. The bright lights, luckily, were still on their automated timer, so they had shut out at their usual time. It had been hours since Diamond’s sobs had slowly petered out and since the others’ quiet, stilted conversations had dwindled. Now, everyone was asleep.

Well, everyone except Carnelian. It took him a moment to figure out what had awoken him, a soft tapping on the glass wall of his cell. With a soft groan, he rolled over, out of the bed, squinting in the dim light.

In front of him stood the silhouette of a man. A couple seconds later, Carnelian recognized him as Dustin, his new.. owner. He almost snorted at the title. This man wasn’t any older than Carnelian, and he looked and behaved like an entitled, overprivileged frat boy.

Carnelian slowly walked closer. “What the hell do you want?” he whispered, because he didn’t want to accidentally wake the others and unleash the chaos that would bring with it. It took him a moment to realize that Dustin was fiddling with the lock on the door.

Without answering him, Dustin finally figured out how to unlatch it and swung the door open. He looked back up at Carnelian and made a silent motion for him to follow as he padded back towards the door.

Frowning, Carnelian carefully stepped out, towards him and the hallway beyond, where he could see light spilling out from the door. Knowing it probably wasn’t very smart, Carnelian walked into the hallway, squinting slightly at the suddenly bright lights.

Before he knew what was happening, there was a hand fisting in his hair and pushing him up against the wall. Carnelian looked up, eyes wide, to find Dustin standing much too close to him and several inches taller than him.

Feeling his breath stutter and his heart skip a beat, Carnelian breathed out, “What the hell do you want?” He barely dared take his eyes away from Dustin’s.

With the hand not pinning him to the wall, Dustin leaned closer and wrapped a curl around his finger, pulling until Carnelian wince slightly before letting it go, watching it bounce. This close, Carnelian could smell the whisky on his breath.

“Are.. are you drunk?” he asked, swallowing hard when that steely blue gaze met his, hazy yet surprisingly clear.

“That’s irrelevant,” he said, smirking as he pushed closer to Carnelian, who tried to pull away, but one vicious yank on his hair had his eyes watering and stilled the rest of his body. Dustin raised a hand and slowly traced over Carnelian’s cheeks, ending with one finger following the outline of his lips. “You’re Carnelian.”

Carnelian barely resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and instead held his breath, eyes wide and searching Dustin’s. He didn’t dare to breathe, much less speak, so he didn’t ask why Dustin had said something he already knew the answer to.

It felt as if an eternity had passed before Dustin pulled away, shoving Carnelian roughly back towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said glibly, pulling the door shut once Carnelian was through, leaving him back in the darkness.

Immediately, Carnelian went back to the one place he never thought he’d call safe. Once he had pulled the glass door closed, hearing the lock click, he curled up in his bed, as far away from the door as he could get, the thin blanket pulled over him as his heart beat in his throat.

He didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

#the jewelry box #jeweler!sapphire #carnelian sugar #emerald love #amethyst doll #ruby honey #diamond darling #whump #whumpee #multiple whumpees #whumper #intimate whumper #talk of death #talk of human trafficking #hair pulling #noncon touching #noncon vibes #idk that end bit there has some Vibes(TM) #ahhhhhh idk why i'm so nervous to post this #i'm actually pretty excited too #so please let me know what y'all think! #and if y'all would be interested in more!

[inky-duchess]

21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday

So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜

Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.

Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.

When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."

Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.

So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."

Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.

Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.

Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.

Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.

Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.

During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".

Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.

Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.

Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."

Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.

Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.

A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.

Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.

Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.

Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."

Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.

#Instead of doing shots I decided to give you all a gift #History is our greatest gift #And it's filled with dick jokes and idiots #Anyway happy birthday to me #Go forth and enjoy this great gift #history dump #History Ancedotes #History bites: kinda?

[sincerelyasomebody]

Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

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A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining. 

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead. 

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in. 

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side. 

She smiled, "great." 

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed. 

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers." 

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her. 

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them. 

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?" 

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?" 

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there." 

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven." 

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out." 

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with. 

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness. 

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida." 

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long." 

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe." 

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you." 

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them. 

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!" 

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time." 

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted. 

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe." 

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)." 

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –" 

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me." 

He smirked, "is that right?" 

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts." 

"I look forward to it." 

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress." 

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other. 

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?" 

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?" 

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?" 

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby." 

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

If You Seek Amy

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Starring - Kenny Omega, Karl Anderson, Doc Gallows and our wonderful OC, Veronica Rodriguez

Word Count - 2,055

Category - SMUT, tiniest bit of comedy, and a bit of fluff at the end

Pairings - Kenny Omega/OC

Summary - Kenny dragged Veronica out of the bar, the place he took her was DEFINITLEY unexpected, but the night ahead wasn't either.

Warnings - AHEM, SMUT, voyeurism, just the Good Brothers being themselves (insert eye roll)

other author's notes - this was all @adriii-omega's doing. and READ CHAPTER 2 FIRST

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all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy

On the other side of the bar was a smiling Veronica and half wasted Kenny Omega. “Why don’t we get out of here? It isn’t as fun as this place I know down the street.” Kenny whispered in her ear. They were sitting at two of the stools in the bar, his arm resting over her shoulders. She looked around and saw Nova and Sawyer playing a game of pool with Trent and Chuck Taylor. “They’ll be fine. If they get mad at you just tell them it was my idea.” he stood off his barstool and held his hand out for her to jump off hers. “Where exactly is this place Kenny…” she questioned him as he guided her to the doors of the bar. He smirked and let out a low chuckle, “You’ll see.”

“A STRIP CLUB?” She raised her brow in confusion. Kenny nodded. “I thought this would be a perfect place to…conversate.” His eyes wandered over her as she looked around at the activity going on. “Are you sure you’re just not here to watch half-naked women dance?” She crossed her arms, clearly uninterested. “What? No, no. It’s not like that at all.” He assured her before grasping her hand into his. “I just…”

“KENNY OMEGA?”

“IS THAT YOU BROTHER?”

Veronica and Kenny turned their heads in the direction the voices had come from. Two familiar bald men approached them and pulled Kenny in for a hug. “What the hell are you doing here?” The taller of the two had asked. Kenny searched for words before looking at you, and then back at them. He seemed to be talking with them using his facial expressions, and Veronica was having a hard time understanding. The shorter one-clicked his tongue before turning to her, “You must be Veronica. My name is Karl Anderson, and this is my tag team partner Doc Gallows.” Anderson smiled at her as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. She accepted it before he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. Over her shoulder, he sent a wink to Kenny making him roll his eyes, and Gallows to punch him lightly on the shoulder. She pulled away from him, knitting her brows in confusion.

“You guys could come over to our table, it’s just us by ourselves.” Doc had offered. Veronica was about to decline until Kenny had beat her to it. She sighed as she pulled out her phone to text Sawyer or Nova, until Kenny came beside her, and took it out of her hand. “Don’t go yet,” He begged, shutting her phone down before putting it in his jeans pocket. “You said you wanted to ‘conversate’ with me, but instead we’re following random men in a club.” She whispered-shouted. “They’re not strangers. I know how they are. They’ll find someone to entertain them within a couple of minutes.” He let her slide into the booth before sitting next to her.

“Where's your guys’ significant others?” Kenny had asked while resting his hand on Veronica’s lap. She looked over at him perplexed. “Oh, they’re back at the hotel with the kids.” Gallows had begun to explain. “So let me get this straight. Both of you have families and instead of being with them…you’re here why?” Veronica couldn’t help but ask. Kenny held back his laughter. Karl and Doc looked at each with a serious expression before bursting out laughing, “You’ve got quite the girl here Omega. Where did you find her?” Gallows asked as he wiped his eyes. Veronica squinted in confusion as a waitress walked over to their table. Her shirt pushed up her chest making Anderson and Gallows straighten up. “Is there anything I could get you guys?” she asked as she looked around the table. “Uhm…no, I think we’re good.” Kenny said blankly not looking directly at her, but trying to get her to leave as fast as possible. “Hey, you’re cute. You got a girlfriend?” She pushed up against the table trying to get his attention. Veronica bit her lip, forcing herself to try not to say anything. “You see…I actually-”

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Veronica slammed her hands on the table before getting up. The waitress moved to the side creating room for her. “Veronica, wait.” Kenny had begun to get up, before she pushed him back down. “Stay. I’ll be back.” She slid past him making him have to hold back his groan from how close she was to him. He kept his eyes on her till she disappeared around the corner to the bathroom. The waitress was still standing at their table batting her eyelashes, and getting closer. Kenny was beginning to get frustrated not just sexually but physically. “Look, I’m not interested. Go find someone else to hump.” He rubbed his hands down his face while she stood with her mouth open. She hid her head and made her way onto the next table.

“Wow, Kenny. Didn’t think you had it in you.” Gallows had spoken. “She was hot. Why didn’t you do anything?” Kenny adjusted himself before leaning back trying to ignore his erection. “Why would you ask such a dumb question, Doc. It’s obvious. He’s got the hots for another girl. Which I understand-” Gallows nodded in agreement. “Couldn’t you tell when she slid past him? He almost let out right there and then.” He joked, making Kenny bite the inside of his mouth. Gallows looked around making sure no one could hear him as he leaned closer to whisper, “Have y'all done it yet?” Kenny’s eyes widened. “N-No. I have only known about her for a week- she’s a coworker for now.” Anderson looked surprised as he glanced at Gallows.

“She’s worth it. Take the risk you brought her here for a reason man. Go for it, or someone else will.” Karl spoke. Kenny nodded, “I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the booth and made his way next to the area where the bathrooms were.

“Dude, we’re terrible people.” Doc began to laugh, making Karl laugh as well. “We might be bad people, but at least we’re great best friends. We’re helping our boy get some action.”

“That’s not the only reason and you know it.” Gallows chuckled. “Kenny can’t be the only one getting any fun.” Karl shrugged, as they sat back and let their plan unfold.

Veronica had splashed a bit of water on her face before deciding to exit the bathroom. She had stayed there for several minutes looking over herself, and trying to figure out where she knew Gallows and Anderson from - it was at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t seem to quite memorize them. She exited the bathroom before someone pulled her into a dark room. She almost screamed until the light was turned on, and saw Kenny. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ABOUT TO KILL ME?!” She shoved him, making him grab the couch for balance.

“Where did you even drag me to?” She looked around and noticed the way the room was decorated. “Come here.” He ushered his fingers in a forward motion as she slowly walked towards him. He pulled her forward, and brought her into his arms. “I just wanted to make sure that we’re good. What happened out there was nothing. She was nothing. I do want to hang out with you, only you. It’s just us now.” She was a bit shorter than him, so he had to look down. “Veronica,” she hummed in response, making a knot in his stomach begin to form. “Do you trust me?” She looked up and nodded as she felt him begin to get hard up against her. She bit her lip, before connecting her lips to his. He felt around with one hand to find the couch, while the other began to slide down her back, and to her ass. He lightly squeezed her before making her sit on the couch. Kenny disconnected his lips from her making her groan in frustration, “You’re sure right?” He asked panting.

“You talk too damn much.” She pulled him back down letting their hands roam, he started to unzip the back of her (technically his) dress letting it fall down her shoulders. They fell back on the couch still connected as Kenny began to grind his hips into hers. Her hands slid down to find their way to his pants. She unzipped them quickly, attempting to slide them off. “I got it, don't worry.” he mumbled while leaving bites on her neck. She could feel herself turn into a puddle as he teased her entrance. “Take your dress off now,” he ordered, making her pout. She wiggled the dress off letting it hit the floor making Kenny take the rest of his clothes off in a rush. She topped him before being flipped over, and having her hands pinned above her head. She felt him slowly begin to enter her before the door was opened then quickly shut again. She nearly jumped out of her skin until Kenny rammed into her with no warning making her gasp. “I think- oh my god. That feels so good.” She breathed out. In the corner of her eye she saw two shadows watching them , but then she shut them again , because the pleasure was way too good right now. Each stroke made her feel closer and closer, and Kenny as well. About 45 seconds later she began to hear mumbling...

“This is way better than porn hub.”

“It’s like watching a Broadway performance, shit I don’t think I can last that much longer Gallows.”

Kenny pulled out, making Veronica turn to the side and release, making someone curse at the other side of the room. “That was…” Kenny tried to catch his breath, until he saw his two friends with their dicks out leaning on the wall. “WHAT? GALLOWS? ANDERSON?”

“I knew someone else was in here.” Veronica shot up immediately regretting it as she now had the image of them together naked, in her brain. “Oh hey Kenny.” Gallows waved as he zipped his pants back up. Anderson sat next to Veronica before she quickly jumped up. “I thought you guys left? WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Kenny tossed Veronica his shirt before pulling his boxers back on.

“Well when we first came we weren’t looking for that much, but then ran into you, and we just knew the sex between two attractive people is something we couldn’t miss.” Karl smiled as Veronica looked at him with disgust, “You know now that I think about it- we basically had a social distancing orgy.” Gallows chimed in, making Anderson nod.

“Yea…. I’m out.” Veronica picked up her dress and exited the room.

“If the sex is that good all the time, I would never leave my house.” Gallows told Kenny as he looked at his friends with disbelief. “Don’t let someone like her get away because of guys like us. You’re Kenny Omega. Tie that down.” Karl patted Kenny on the back before reaching back to his dick. Kenny quickly turned around, “See you later guys,” and shut the door making his way back outside.

“Are you going to get back home safe?” Kenny asked as they walked down the street back to the bar. “For the hundredth time, yes.” she laughed. Her dress was sloppily back on her body with Kenny’s shirt hanging over. “Oh- here you might need this.” He reached into his back pocket and handed her her cell phone. She reached to grab it before he held it over his head, “You got to get it from up here though.”

She rolled her eyes before she stretched her arm to grab it. When she was inches Kenny grabbed her arm , and connected their lips dropping the phone in her purse. “I’ll see you later, Kenny.” Veronica smirked as she pushed hair out from his face. Kenny waved as she walked to their rental car still sitting in the parking lot.

She turnt the car on and “If You Seek Amy” by Britney Spears blasted on the radio station. She smiled as she looked over at the clock. The time read 2:45 AM in bright red letters. “God … what am I going to tell Sawyer and Nova?”

ahem, hope you enjoyed you filthy animals.

#kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega x oc #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #aew #all elite wrestling #doc gallows #karl anderson #smut

[the-coffee-story]

Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 17 - Professor Tally Winchester

Winchester Hall was a beautiful, dark Victorian mansion á lá Addams Family that rested proudly upon the tallest hill around. The windows, grey with age and dust were tall and skinny and a rusted iron gate, with weathered carvings now indistinguishable rested half swallowed by dirt and uncut blades of long dry grass. The whole thing blended rather well with the crawling forest behind it.

The team was waiting by the gate, curious and giddy with half-numbed nervousness.

"Well, now I'm definitely interested," Walther commented, peeking through the towering, rusted gate. "This looks like it's haunted by at least three ghosts who died a horrible death. They never found the heads."

October laughed.

"Seriously October, imagine the Addams Family's mansion, now scale it down a little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait for Morticia to pop out."

"Well, Morticia was definitely not on the phone," Violet noted.

Suddenly, the carved, dark-oak door that rested comfortably in the centre of the home's front opened, and a young man peeked out, adjusting his glasses as he took a moment to assess the situation. After a few moments passed, he noticed the team waiting by the gate, waved to wordlessly grab their attention, and quickly scuttled over.

Tally Winchester was a medium-heighted, slender and bald individual with large, wildly blue eyes behind thick glasses and a countless amount of scattered silver piercings dotted in and around his earlobe. Despite the fact that it was it had just dawned early spring, his skin was sunburnt and tanned, as if he spent most of his days somewhere lost outside. He walked with a noticable limp, and Walther didn't need to wait long for an explanation, when a prosthetic briefly appeared between his worn brown converse sneakers and faded jeans.

"Hi!" He flashed a toothy smiled at the group and opened the gate. "Great to see you, I'm Professor Tally Winchester!" He shook everyone's hands as they trickled past. The sleeves of his petrol flannel were rolled up, revealing a rather out-of-place, faded tattoo of a crawling lizard and a bunch of old scars. "You can call me Tally though."

Violet held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Violet, we talked on the phone."

"Great to meet you all!" He grinned. "Are you coming inside?"

***

"Before anyone asks, I inherited the house," Tally explained while leading them upstairs. "It's rotten and I hate it and the bills are a naked horror but I doubt I can find anything that has more capacities for a library." He opened a door. "Intrate, everyone."

"Remarkable," Doc commented.

Remarkable was indeed an understatemt. The room they'd entered was a library- with a beautiful brick fireplace and huge windows that let in the sparse afternoon sun, bookshelves brushed against the webbed ceiling and sunk into every wall. The floor was carpeted, through incredibly uncomfortable to walk on, and the furniture antique. One wall was plastered with photographs and notes.

"Nice," Walther mumbled, taking the second to once again soak in their surroundings.

Tally grinned, idly brushing aside pages and old notes compromised of incomprehensible scribbles and drawings. His teeth were somewhat crooked. "I didn't replace any of the furniture, but I did sell a chunk of the old books. There was just no space for mine." He closed the door behind them. "So anyway, you wanted to know about the cult?"

"There's been a bunch of murders in Forest Lane that were eerily similar to what it did, so yeah." Thasfield shrugged his broad shoulders. "We suspect the cult might be involved."

"Oh, I heard about that on the news!" Tally sorted the files on the table until he found what he was looking for. Then he looked up. His face was serious now. "At this point I'd like to admit I have a slightly selfish motivation in this."

"What is it?", Violet asked.

"You see..." Tally leaned against the table. "For context, I'm a history professor, but my focus is on cryptids and modern legends. Historical context, potential explanations, yada yada. A few years ago I stumbled across the legend of the Forest God."

Walther's face lit up. "Oh, I remember that story, my parents used to tell it to me when I was a kid! This one guy got lost in the woods, was found dead and after his funeral his reanimated corpse came home and his wife who loved him very, very much-" They side-eyed Violet and Coffee, who in turn glared back. "-couldn't accept that maybe it's not exactly normal that your husband's corpse is vibing around, then after a while he started killing people, then he killed her and then the neighbours buried him in an iron casket in the woods so he would stop randomly murdering people. Right?"

"You summed it up." Tally nodded.

"But who believes in that?!" Violet frowned. "I mean... it's just a legend, right? Somebody finally snapped, had a rough week or something, and people straight up believe his bullshit?"

"He came back from the dead and started murdering people, Violet," Doc commented.

She shrugged dismissively. "We've all been there."

"I don't want to meet you after a bad week," Tally remarked with mild discomfort, absentmindedly flipping through pages of notes and nonsense. "The existence of the man who allegedly became the Forest God is proven. His name was Eustace Wyndham and if you ask me he had rabies and some things were added for drama. But that's not even relevant, because the cult came almost a hundred years later." He slid around the table and opened another scattered file. "1969 they started to worship the Forest God. At first it was nothing special, you know, just the average college student nonsense." He held up an old photograph, subtle wonder in his eyes as he stared into it, before handing it to Walther. "Here, you can take a look at this! That's the entire cult. The guy in purple with the long hair is one of the founders. The other founder left in 1970 after getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. I caught him for an interview five years ago. Lovely guy, sadly died of cancer shortly after. It's a shame. You can pass the photo around! Notice how they're all wearing cow parsley wreaths. That was the flower associated with the Forest God and the flower scattered all over their murder victim's body, or rather what was left of it."

"All the victims had cow parsley in their mouth," Doc realized, dragging a hand up to rest in his soft ginger curls, staring blankly into the distance, thinking.

Tally nodded hastily. "Exactly! And now please look at what I found on my windowsill this morning!"

He limped over to the tallboy, half relying on the nearby furniture for support. Leaning down and throwing open a drawer, after a short while of sifting through papers and photographs, he took out something else. Then he held it up.

It was a wreath of cow parsley.

"That's....not good," Walther murmured after a long moment of stunned silence.

Tally nodded, twirling the flowers between his thumb and forefinger. "You get it. You know..." He leaned heavily against a dusty, worn table and heaved a small sigh. "When Wilhelm called me at first I was very sceptical of it all. I'm not a group project person, if you know what I mean. But this is just the tip of the ice berg and I have a feeling that I might be next, so I decided to work with you." He shrugged his shoulders.

While he'd been talking, Coffee had been furiously typing. He handed Tally his phone and Tally read it out loud.

" 'How about we use you as a bait?' Um... Can you...can you please explain what exactly you mean? That doesn't sound particularly safe-!"

He handed Coffee's phone back to him, paranoid he might accidentally drop it, and the detective started typing an answer, this time with significantly more determination.

Hear me out. So my idea was basically that tonight we let the killer come, but were going to be prepared. In other words, we gather a big group that's going to protect you, and we're going to arrest the murderer once he's here. What do you think?

Tally hesitated for a short moment and chewed his lip, opening his mouth to reply, then closing it again.. "I mean... I guess you have a point, sooner or later he's going to get me either way."

"I mean, let's be real, you can't run forever," Thasfield said, leaning forwards. "Even if you move, it's still going to take a while, and judging by what we know you're being pretty actively stalked, so it's quite possible he'll just follow you and then you'll be killed by a Forest God in a hotel room in Central Graytown. Which probably makes for an interesting plotline in a noir film, but we're talking real life here and I highly doubt you're so keen on landing in the morgue anytime soon. Although the Doctor is an expert at autopsies."

Doc smirked.

".........yeah," Tally admitted. He sat down on the table and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that sounds...icky but realistic." He closed his eyes took a deep breath. "Alright. Who's gonna be on this team?"

Doc's phone's rang loudly to shake up their newfound confidence, and he excused himself, stepping back into the dusty hallway to take the call.

"I mean, most of us for starters," Violet said. "But I was also thinking of grabbing Gary Fox and Wilhelm. Strength in number, you know?"

Doc eventually came back to the group. His weathered face was stricken with subtle anxiety. "Bad news."

"What is it?", Walther asked.

"Alice found her mailman by the stables."

Walther frowned. "Okay, and what's so special about that?"

"His left arm was by the stables. The rest of him was scattered across the field."

"Dear God, is he okay?"

"He's okay, but he's dead." Doc turned to Tally, lowering his voice just enough. "Can we settle on tonight?"

Tally nodded. His sunburnt face had notably paled, turning his skin a somewhat pasty yellow. "Sure. What time are y'all coming?"

"Is five o'clock alright with you?"

Tally shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

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[fangirl1029]

I believe you owe me 20

Opie Winston x reader 

Warning: smut

opie and y/n had grown up together/ He , her and Jax used to get into so much trouble together. Everything had changed when she moved away halfway through high school. Then things were just Opie and Jax, Y/n hadn’t tried to lose contact with her boys but some how she did. Now 21 years old she was ready to go back home but with her luck she stood next to her smocking piece of shit car. The rumbling of motorcycles filled the air. Three motorcycles rode together and slowly came to a halt. “Are you a damsel in distress?” The other two rolled  their eyes with her.”nope , car just broke down. Should've known she wasn’t going to make the move across country.” A heavier set man with long hair and facial hair to match spoke next. “ well if you’re comfortable with riding we can take you to the garage and have someone to come and get your vehicle.” He held out a helmet. Y/n  nodded and strapped it on.  “Lucky man Bobby” The first mumbled. She got onto the back of the bike with ease. “hold on tight wouldn’t want you to call off in the wind.”

She took in the view of town everything was still the same they pulled into a small parking lot with a Teller and morrow sign. She internally face palmed. There was only one good garage in the small town of charming. “Thank you for the ride Bobby , i’m y/n” Bobby smiled and nodded “ i’m going to send someone to go get your car then we’ll see what the damage is.” The other two that were with Bobby introduced themselves one was Tig and the other chibs.

There were many motorcycles parked outside and a group of men  were gathered around a small picnic table and there she saw him.  Jax had changed very little since high sch. She would’ve never guessed that he had patched in within the last 5 years.”Jackson Teller?!” she started walking over to him. His head snapped over to her. “ Oh no honey Jax Teller doesn’t have time for a booty call.” one of the men around him spoke. She glared daggers at him and laughed. “ maybe you should take your own advice and get outta his ass.” She looked the man up and down. He chucked , he was tall and bald with many tattoos up and down his arms. She read his patch ‘Happy’. “ ok that’s enough lass , cpuldn’t leave you alone for a whole 5 mins.” chibs said walking up. Jax laughed and stood. “ well nice to see you stranger.” he held out his arms and she ran to him giving him a big hug that could knock the wind out of anyone.”it’s only been a whole 5 years” She mumbled into his chest. "everyone this is y/n. She was my and opie's pain in the ass growing up" "excuse me if anything y'all were the pain in my ass growing up. Speaking of where is Opie?" Jax looked to her " he's on his way back from a run. He'll be home in a day or two.

One more day of small motel rooms is all Opie could think about when his phone viberated. ' she's home' is all it read.

Opie road through the night instead of resting like he should've 15 hours later he pulled into the parking lot.

Jax sat at a table playing poker with Tig , Bobby and y/n. He nodded toward y/n once he made eye contact with Opie. She looked over , dropped her cards down and ran to Opie. He dropped his bag to wrap his arms around her and pick her up trapping her in a bear hug. He slowly set her down and looked at her as if she'd disappear.

He had changed. Hit a growth spurt and bulked up. He added many tattoos , grew out his hair on his head and on his face.

For the rest of the night they were attached. It was great for Jax to see his two best friends in the same room again.

Y/n was staying at the club house until she could find somewhere else to stay. She turned in semi early compared to everyone else.

Jax sat next to his friend at the bar and they drank in silence. Y/n had met his wife Wendy the night before. She could tell that Y/n didn't approve of her. " How'd she like Wendy?" Jax chuckled " about as much as she'd like any woman around you in high school" "you know I always thought the two of you would end up together" Gemma said from behind the bar. Jax shook his head "nah ma her and Opie would've been more predicted"

The next crow eaters filled the bar as the boys celebrated a patch over. Y/n stood in front of a mirror in all black. Her red Lacy bra peaked out from under a black mesh top and lace up leather pants. Her hair done in her signature way and makeup to perfection.

The boys jaws dropped when they saw her. Wendy rolled her eyes and tried to get Jax's attention. Opie went to y/n " shouldn't you be some place you won't be looked at as if you were a meal." " This isn't high school ope , I can take care of myself."

As the night got later and the party got louder Opie couldn't stop looking y/n's way. A crow eater sat next to him trying to get his attention. Y/n glanced over to see that sight and rolled her eyes ordering another of her fav drink.

after a few more drinks she went to find trouble. She sat next to happy bored and slightly tipsy.

There was no way happy was going to get the girl Opie had been in love with since junior high.

Opie pushed the crow eater away and grabbed y/n's arm " what the hell ope" he dragged her to the corner of the room and pinned her against the wall. " I told you I can take care of myself" y/n sat through gritted teeth. " I know you can and I know you know that everyone is looking at you and fresh meat."

Her breath hitched as Opie moved closer " and that crow eater looks at you the same way." He rolled his eyes. "you can't even come up with a fight because it's the same thing."

The sexual tension grew as days went on. Y/n started wearing less and less clothes around Opie adding a few touches here and there.

Saturday night. Y/n dressed again but this time she had one thing on her mind. Driving Opie crazy.

He sat there his long hair straightened.

A crow eater clearly had her eyes on him but she didn't know what she was up against. Tonight y/n wore a tight leather skirt , no bra and a skimpy Lacy top. With knee high boots.

She didn't even hesitate to sit on opie's lap and wrap her arm around him " heya ope" he smiled as she took his drink from his hand and took a sip. The alcohol burned her throat that good kind of burn.

"how much you wanna bet they'll end up together by tonight?" Tig asked Jax and chibs from behind the bar. "20"

Some how 2 hours later y/n was straddling Opie as they talked Jax had never seen this much of her skin in his life.

Opie rested a hand on each of her thighs as her face got closer to his. "you're drunk" y/n laughed " liquid courage am I right." She whispered pushing her hips down into his. Opie bit his lip to keep a groan in. He hands moved to her ass as he pulled her up onto his lap more and He gave her a small kiss.

Y/n could feel him getting hard " maybe you should get some relief" she whispered biting his earlobe lightly. " You don't know what you're playing y/n" she smiled as if to say of course I do. Opie kissed her again tying his hands in her hair

"opie , I'm not wearing any underwear" she felt his member get rock solid under her. " If you don't believe me see for yourself." He moved his hand off her ass and Slid it up the front of her skirt. He felt her wet folds and slid his fingers back he teased her hole with the tips of his fingers and pulled his hand back. He sucked the juices off his fingers.

Y/n looked at him her face red. He slid his hand back and teased her more. " Is this all from me?" She nodded pushing against him. He slid a finger inside her. "Opie were in front of people" he started pumping his finger then added another as he stroked her clit with this thumb. Y/n moaned into his ear " Opie I need you."

There were people fucking in the corner and in no way did she think this was how they were going to get intimate but at this point she couldn't wait. "take me now Opie." He smirked and tossed her over his shoulder as he walked into her room.

wasting no time at all he pulled down his boxers and pants sliding her onto him and fucking her roughly against the door. She moaned and held onto his shoulders as he moved roughly against her. Minutes later she was tightening around him. "Come for me baby" he said as he sped his pace up.

Not even 2 minutes later she came all over him. The two rode out their orgasms together their foreheads touching.

The next morning y/n came out in opie's shirt Opie following behind shortly after.

Tig held out his hand " I believe you owe me 20 Teller"

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[ladyfawkes]

THIS IS THE 2ND UPDATE IN 10 DAYS!!! FINALLY posted latest chappy....I spent an hour or two wrangling with the text editor on AO3. OY!! I hope y'all enjoy!! =) I'm not getting much feedback so it's difficult to tell if people are actually liking it or not. Tangled Just Before Ever After Chapter 3/? : Eugene's One and Only Current Word Count: 8040 Chapter 3 Summary: More satisfying character interaction. More homages. A nice loooooooooooong chapter, too. This is just too delicious to skip or gloss over, especially considering the happy couple likely only gets a few hours all to themselves before reintroducing Rapunzel to the royal family....and nothing is ever quite the same for them again.

Chapter 3: Eugene's One and Only “And...is that height a bad thing?” Eugene asked, trying to break the tension. His attempt at levity flew right over Rapunzel’s head, however.

“Of course it isn’t bad --” she said hastily, holding up her hands.

“Because I can slouch if you want,” Eugene interrupted, trying a bit harder this time, his shoulders slumping over so suddenly that it even startled Pascal a little. “How’s this, now?” The sight of Eugene arduously trying to appear permanently humpbacked, even with his lush upper body was so ridiculous that both Rapunzel’s and Pascal’s eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped. A spontaneous snicker escaped Rapunzel in spite of herself and one of her hands flew to her mouth.

“So….no?” deadpanned Eugene, on a roll now. “Because I can always go lower, you know.” Then he bent his knees until he was bow-legged in combination with the super-slouch, and he was schlumping around in front of her, back and forth, like some court jester. Rapunzel and Pascal burst out laughing. When he was satisfied the tension was fully dispersed, Eugene dropped the goofball routine, happy to see that Rapunzel’s nervousness had disappeared. The young man never wanted her to be afraid of him, even if it was merely over their height difference.

“That’s my girl,” Eugene grinned and affectionately set his hand against her cheek. Rapunzel perked up even more after he said it. “Hey, that’s really what I am now, aren’t I??” she replied wondrously, covering his hand with her own. “I’m your girl!!”

“Only if you wish to be,” Eugene amended softly.

“Of course I do!” Rapunzel exclaimed. Unable to contain herself, she bounced from the pads of her feet to her toes. “More than anything!”, and she bubbled over, launching herself into his arms with such sudden and wild abandon that Eugene nearly lost his footing. As soon as he regained balance, Rapunzel again sealed her lips over his and urgently showed him just how much she wanted him, wanted to be his girl and nobody else’s.

After they came up for air, chests heaving, Eugene braced Rapunzel against him so their foreheads could touch. “I want to be your girl,” she whispered, still breathless from their most recent dalliance. “Eugene’s girl.” And oh, how Eugene’s heart soared! “I believe you,” he answered fervently, positively giddy at the prospect. He could have sung….Eugene’s girl, indeed!!! It still sounded so fresh to his own ears. For Eugene hadn’t ever dared to approach a girl before; that territory had been exclusively reserved for one Flynn Rider. Until just two days prior, Eugene had always felt too shy or insecure to approach girls as his authentic self. Now he knew he’d found a great woman who wanted him for who he was, and not just for good looks, not for a projected façade, not for his illegal skills, nor ill-gotten gains, nor anything else. But it wasn’t just that.

For the first time in his life, Rapunzel had actually made Eugene love hearing the sound of his given name. It was both an unintended consequence and serendipitous gift. As far as Eugene was concerned, this gift was every bit the mystical miracle that Rapunzel’s tears saving him had been. Even the lilting musicality of the way she pronounced “Eugene” made it all uniquely special. He felt almost silly for asking, but he just had to hope she would "get" it. And as intuition would have it, he was right.

“Could you….could you say that again? For me, please?” he requested, so softly that Rapunzel nearly had to ask him to repeat himself. His thumb gingerly skimmed her bottom lip as he cupped her chin in his hand. She gazed into his eyes questioningly, but only for a mere second before she understood.

“I’m Eugene’s girl!” Rapunzel stated proudly, her smile beaming even brighter than midsummer’s day.

Overcome with lover’s euphoria, Eugene lifted her high above his head as effervescent laughter escaped from his throat, filling the air. Rapunzel’s laughter immediately joined him as he spun his princess in tight happiness circles across the cleared portion of the floor...and back. Hearing her say that with such love and sincerity meant more than he'd ever imagined.

Following their spinning, it was Eugene’s turn to be breathless as he pondered, utterly awestruck, “Whatever did I do in my miserable life to deserve someone like you?” He trailed a fingertip down from Rapunzel’s forehead and booped her nose. His question was rhetorical, of course, but the young woman answered him anyway.

“Hmmm…” Rapunzel considered. “Maybe it's because you….finally made some better life choices?” she quipped, with a twinkle in her eye.

“PffffSHahahaHAHA!!” The simple baldness of her reply caught Eugene so off-guard that he instantly released Rapunzel and burst into raucous guffaws in spite of himself. “I--I--” he attempted to reply but continued spluttering through his laughter so hard that tears leaked from his eyes. “I cannot argue with that! Not even a little bit!” And wow, did Eugene ever need this release! It had been one hell of a morning (or week) -- even according to Flynn Rider standards -- that’s for damned certain.

Rapunzel pondered innocently, “How can a person even ‘deserve’ another person, anyway?” Her face scrunched up in genuine confusion, which in turn made Eugene want to boop that adorable button nose of hers again. He had enough tact to refrain, though. She continued “Besides, it isn’t about what you deserve….it’s about sharing what you have, right? Sharing time, life, and building new dreams together.”

“My dear Sunshine…..” and Eugene clasped her hands within his, “once again, you are correct.” He brought her right hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Before Eugene knew it, his diligent princess was once again checking up on his former wound.

“Sunshine, sweetheart, I can assure you that I’m quite all right at this time -- all thanks to you.”

“Yeah, I know….I know,” said the princess, hesitating. “It’s just that, well…..”

“...you keep waiting for life to drop the other shoe and just end the suspense? Get things over with already?” Eugene finished for her gently.

“Yes!” Rapunzel replied, “But….but how could you know? I’m always worried you’ll think I’m just being stupid or naïve or something...”

“I could never,” assured Eugene with utmost sincerity, shaking his head and again taking both of her hands in his own. He meant it, too. “And as far as me having anticipated your answer? That’s easy,” he said with a sad smile, “it’s because those self-defeatist emotions are nearly always born out of genuine need. It’s a hallmark of someone who never possesses quite enough. And admittedly," Eugene dipped his head back and forth in that self-deprecating way of his, "it's something I've seen an awful lot amongst those of us who must live life on the run. Your basic daily needs of food, clothing, shelter, and positive human companionship aren’t being met, no matter how hard you try,” he elaborated, looking down at the floor with a pained expression. Eugene tried hiding it, yet it seemed clear he seemingly wrestled with some long-buried memories that were closer to the surface than he’d let them come in a very long time. “And....then….without even realizing it, you become so accustomed to life’s tiniest happiness crumbs….that you actually start to believe it’s all there is to have. Without anything real to look forward to, you’ve overtrained yourself to deal with the inevitable, which winds up being…..” Eugene paused briefly in spite of himself before continuing.

“....bit-bitter disappointment,” finished Eugene acerbically, stuttering over the words. “Bitter disappointment,” Rapunzel said in unison with him.

“I’m so very sorry,” she continued worriedly, openly concerned that she had inadvertently caused Eugene to recall his own pained past, “we can talk about something else,” Rapunzel suggested. “The last thing I wanna do right now is dredge up painful memories from your childhood--”

“--it’s….it’s quite all right!” Eugene held up a hand and cut her off mid-sentence, eager to let her know that wasn’t at all the reason why he sounded so bitter and angry. "It's not what you're thinking."

Rapunzel was clearly puzzled. “Then….why were you sounding so harsh?” she tilted her head at him quizzically.

Again, she saw that sad, pinched smile -- and Eugene replied softly, much to Rapunzel's surprise, “It’s….it’s because I was thinking about your past, not mine -- that's all. Your upbringing….what it must’ve been like for you being lied to and promised things your whole life, only to have them yanked away when it mattered most.” He reached up a hand and tucked Rapunzel’s hair lock behind her ear and tugged her closer by grasping her wrists. She reflexively winced and sucked in a sharp breath.

“What is it?” Eugene hastily pulled back in alarm. “What’d I do?”

Rapunzel’s eyes had squeezed tight shut, and he looked down to see angry-looking red weals on her wrists from those god-awful manacles Gothel had shackled upon her that morning. Eugene gasped in spite of himself.

“Oh, Rapunzel," he indicated, his voice overflowing with guilt, "I’m--I’m so sorry!” For no reason at all, Eugene clearly felt personally ashamed it had taken him so long to notice these wounds of hers.

“I--it--really, it’s okay!!” Rapunzel reassured hastily, “truth be told, I didn’t even notice them myself until just now. Far too much happening at once, I suppose,” she smiled weakly.

If she weren’t already dead, Eugene would’ve had some very choice actions to visit upon Gothel at that time. Having been caught by some of the worlds most notorious bounty hunters and at times held in some of the world's most notorious prisons (however briefly), Rider had gotten far too familiar with nasty chafing from iron chains. In fact, it's the main reason he got such an infamous rep for picking locks. Pain can be an obnoxiously good motivator. But Eugene refused to dwell on that now.

“Do you have any healing salts?” he asked Rapunzel.

“Yes,” she said. “Across the floor in Gothel’s potions dresser. The second drawer on the left, clear corked bottle.”

“How about water and clean rags? Oh, and a small dish and spoon?”

“We’re out of water. But Gothel always got it from the spring behind the Tower. Spoon and saucer are over there in the cupboard.”

“The one with that waterfall? It’s also a water spring? That’s so cool!”

“Why, I s’pose it is!” Rapunzel agreed, having tilted her head in consideration. “I’ve never thought about it before.”

“I say we’ve definitely spent more than enough time in this place,” said Eugene, as he was gathering up a small bit of Rapunzel’s lengthy cut-off hair. “I have a feeling we’re gonna need this later,” he said seriously. Rapunzel was momentarily concerned with the sudden gravitas Eugene projected but it was gone before she could mention it to him.

Eugene was so pleased with Pascal’s helpfulness, he was nearly beside himself. As Eugene had turned toward the wall in order to tuck in his shirt properly without, ah, exposing things, the little chameleon had shown up at their feet again. This time he had Eugene’s satchel that contained Rapunzel's crown, the healing salts and clean rags, a dish and a spoon. “He’s so strong for something his size! Thank you, Froggy,” Eugene said, “for all your help. Just don’t hurt yourself, hmm?” And Eugene took his satchel from Pascal, who was suddenly indignant. He squeaked out something angrily to Eugene.

“It’s okay, Pascal,” Rapunzel soothed, “he was actually admiring your strength. Not insinuating that you are weak.”

“That’s right!” Eugene agreed, taking his lead from Rapunzel. “Pfffsh. Weak?? I could never think that. Not now, after watching you haul around something that’s gotta be 100x your size.” The little lizard grew proud and puffed up, and dropped the angry stance entirely.

“So,” Eugene turned to Rapunzel, who was again on the stairs, “were you needing anything else here?” He grabbed a purple ribbon from Pascal and tied it around the furled up lock of Rapunzel’s hair, stashing it carefully in his satchel. He slung the leather bag across his body.

“Nope,” Rapunzel stated firmly. “Nothing.” If Eugene was surprised by her resolve, he elected not to show it, instead saying, “Then let’s get the hell out of here.” And he looked around. “But….uhhhh,” he asked, suddenly stymied, “is there a way to get out of here that doesn’t require using the window?” He no longer had his arrows nor Rapunzel’s blonde hair to scale the side of the Tower.

“Over there is a trapdoor in the floor to a second staircase,” Rapunzel replied, pointing all the way across the floor.

“Right you are,” Eugene said, once again full of purpose. “However, as you are a barefoot maiden, I simply cannot have you pick your way across all that broken glass.” He bowed deeply to Rapunzel, much to her surprise. “Might I offer assistance to milady?” He straightened up and held out his arms to her where she stood above him on the stairs.

For a second or two, Rapunzel couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. After all, she really was royalty….but then she caught the quirk of his top lip.

“Oh, you….” she reached out and ruffled Eugene’s hair as they both laughed.

“In all seriousness, though, you can’t safely walk across this floor without shoes,” said Eugene and Pascal squeaked in agreement. “See? Even the Frog agrees with me.” Then, “Hey! I’m learnin’ your language, Froggy!” Eugene turned around to face Pascal, who had folded his arms in pretend annoyance. Yet Eugene’s enthusiasm made Pascal think better of it and the chameleon instead gestured the young man closer toward him on the floor. Eugene crouched down and Pascal hopped up on his knee, then up to his shoulder, and nuzzled against Eugene’s cheek. The man legit giggled. Like a little boy.

Rapunzel’s hands flew to her mouth in utter delight. She had no idea someone like Eugene was capable of laughing like that! It was so endearing that she was almost afraid of ruining the moment. In turn, Eugene had unexpectedly reached up toward the little chameleon. “And you’re ticklish, too!” exclaimed Eugene, as Pascal laughed in his own adorable scratchy-voice way.

As Eugene went to stand up with Pascal still on his right shoulder, Rapunzel said, “You’re right about the broken glass and my bare feet. “I saw someone in the town square doing this one thing….carrying someone on their back. Could we try that?”

“One piggyback across the broken glass, coming up!” confirmed Eugene with a smile. He stood with his back in her direction and instructed her to gently wrap her arms about his neck. “I’m gonna reach my arms backward and hook them behind your knees, okay?”

“Okay!” Rapunzel answered, with far more confidence than she felt. She needn’t have worried, though. Eugene’s arms were so large that even while reaching backward, he could support most of her thighs on just his forearms. It was only after he had situated her around his hips that it occurred to Rapunzel just how intimate her position could be. Instantly she had become supremely aware of just what proximity this piggyback might bring for the two of them. Pascal was also watching her, having hopped from Eugene’s shoulder to hers.

“Are you all situated, then?” Eugene asked. Rapunzel got the distinct impression it wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question. “Mhm…” she replied distantly, trying to deal with the sudden electrifying sensations overtaking her body as she sat with her legs around Eugene’s hips, her arms surrounding his neck and shoulders. “Off we go, then….” he continued.

Rapunzel’s lustful little button nose inadvertently brushed the nape of his neck. As she took in the now-intoxicating scent of his hair, Rapunzel quite nearly forgot how to breathe as Eugene’s walking motions across the floor awakened something deep within her netherregions. With each step he took across the floor, Rapunzel’s own hips involuntarily twitched and quivered a little bit more beneath her.

How was this possible?! A mere two days prior, when she had freaked out over the terror-bunny, Rapunzel had unintentionally wound up on Eugene’s back in a fit of pique. Back then she hadn’t felt anything like how she felt now; rather, she had been extremely embarrassed afterward! Yet the feelings she had at this very moment -- ones that made her want to bury her face into the man’s soft silky hair and the urge to wrap her legs and her entire self around Eugene and never let go weren’t exactly unpleasant but they were definitely unfamiliar. Unable to fully suppress a sound between pleasure or longing from escaping her throat, Eugene came to an abrupt stop and worriedly asked her if she was still okay. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” she quickly replied, trying desperately not to blush yet again.

“Are you sure?” Eugene asked, showing uncanny perception with his ability to know when Rapunzel was keeping something from him.

The young woman quickly slid off of Eugene’s back and onto the floor by the trapdoor. Mumbling a distracted “thank you” to him, the princess mentally resolved to herself to have no more piggybacks until further notice. And to think she had so erroneously believed piggybacks would be a bit less intimate than having Eugene outright traditionally carrying her in his arms....

Rapunzel opted to let Eugene believe that her current, ah, frustrations(??) were related to something else other than the pinching tightness growing in her groin. It was just too blasted intimidating at that time to even think about bringing up her newness with romantic physical intimacy, especially with someone like him.

“Yes,” Rapunzel finally answered Eugene. That clipped reply had sounded almost mechanical, even to her…..and utterly foreign. The perceptive man folded his arms and replied gently, “Wellllll, that doesn’t sound very convincing. At all. Sooo...out with it. You can tell me anything, you know.”

“I’m--just--” she stuttered, not certain where to begin, only to blurt out, “have…..have you had many women?”

Eugene’s eyes widened and he blanched. He had known this was coming but he hadn’t expected the questions to come quite so soon. In his mind, the only woman Flynn Rider ever truly had was his ex-fiancé. And even then….he’d learned Stalyan had been such an over-controlling viper that it was her who’d secretly manipulated him into proposing in the first place. His discovery of the following became a huge part of why he’d walked away from her in the end.

Not to mention that in large part, Stalyan had been directly responsible for grooming him into the womanizer he had become. Once upon a time, when he was very young and still extremely naïve, it’s true that quantity of sexual conquests was what he sought -- exactly like most randy teens. Along came Stalyan who was so hyper-attractive and had such animal magnetism that it was almost unreal. She was six years his senior when she first recruited him and Lance and it had been far too simple for her to mold, coerce, and gaslight the impressionable 15-year-old Flynn into doing and becoming whatever she wanted.

But how on earth was Eugene going to explain all of that to his dearest Rapunzel without scaring her away?? He was already almost too terrified to even approach Corona again -- especially in light of his most recent escape that was witnessed by the entire royal guard -- though he wouldn’t let Rapunzel see the depth of his fear. The last thing Eugene needed to do was arm the noose-happy Captain with the knowledge of even more of Rider’s lousy past.

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