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keeksandgigz · 6 months

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roll for initiative (part two of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: You venture into your new position at Eddie's cafe, but you seem to be having a hard time. Eddie gives you hell for refusing to be trained. The confrontation comes to a head after you say something you shouldn't have. A heated game of DnD leaves you wondering about the purpose of this place. Things heat up after you and Eddie close the store alone.

cw: 6.8k words, swearing, modern setting, Eddie and reader being mean to each other, shitty description of a DnD game, teeny bit of angst (sorry), horny sexual tension, smut, spanking, choking, not quite piv yet, fingering, denial this is 18+ minors dni!!

a/n: Surprise! One day early because I'm an impatient little shit. i dunno how to play DnD i'm going off whatever my boyfriend tells me. also kill em all IS the best metallica album, argue with the wall. Debated on making it a two- parter but i wanted to get to the smut <3 pls like and reblog! feedback always appreciated and my ask box is always open if u wanna talk!!!

baby taglist: @corrodedcoffincumslut, @sleepy-bunnie,, @crybabyddl (let me know if you want to be added!)

Eddie's right.

You're indeed crashing and burning as you make those stupidly named lattes, but the rest of the crew is nice enough to help you along the way. Virginia really is coming into her own, quickly mastering every drink that is thrown her way.

Yet you can't shake off the feeling of Eddie stalking towards you, his hot breath on your face. How it didn’t scare you, rather, it excited you. You enjoy picking fights with him, ripping him apart and him doing the same to you. It's not healthy, but it helps with your anger.

“Those were three pumps of elderflower. I believe you need four for a large, sweetheart. Crashing and burning so soon?” he comes up behind you, startling you.

“Get the fuck off of me before I throw this scalding hot drink at you” not when you're working. You cannot take his taunts while working.

“Just checking up on you” he shrugs “maybe you might have changed your mind about me training you. I know these are not the dumb little detox drinks you do at your cafe. Which is really what makes the store much more interesting and attractive, doesn’t it?”

“Eddie I swear to God” it becomes more than taunts. He seriously wants to fuck with your brain.

“Jeff” he snaps his fingers towards the guy “I’m gonna go take my lunch, you’re in charge ‘til I’m back” his attention diverts away from you for a second, then back to you. “Could you be a dear and make me an extra hot flat white with almond milk? Add a couple pumps of Irish cream syrup in there. I’m expecting a white dot, after all if you’re so perfect you don’t need training that’s gonna be a walk in the park for ya, huh?” he leans against the counter and he’s so condescending it makes your knees tremble.

“Yeah, duh. I’ll spit in it for ya too. Sounds good?” you panic a bit. Flat whites are not your forte.

“I knew you’ve been spitting in my drinks, sweetheart. Kinda hot, to be honest. But that’s a violation, wouldn’t wanna get Jim involved, do we?” he raises his eyebrows at you, looking down at you, making you feel like a coffee bean on the ground. Kinda hot.

“I was just joking, dickhead”

“Hm. Better be. Another filthy word from you and I’m sending you home.” he whispers. “Alright, going on my lunch. Virginia, you’re off you can go home, Chrissy, take your last break in thirty minutes” and with that, he disappears to one of the tables, watching you make his drink.

That should be a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Just him staring at you, making sure you get his drink right. Pull two ristretto shots.

You aren't buzzing anymore, rather, your brain begins shutting off, drained by all the tension that has been building between you and Eddie. Two pumps of Irish cream. Maybe you actually aren't good enough to be here. Froth the almond milk. Maybe he's right, maybe you are meant to work in a mediocre cafe, making shitty drinks. Espresso first, then milk. You aren't good enough for this level of mastery.

Fuck. No white dot.

You tremble as you walk towards Eddie, sitting at his table, watching you bring him a cup of mediocre coffee.

“No white dot” he says, looking at you with displeasure.

“I’m sorry, I-”he interrupts you.

“You wanna get trained or are you gonna be a little know-it-all and then deliver me this?” he sips on his flat white.

“Ok, fine. Train me, whatever.”Embarrassment overtakes you, wanting a hole to form under your feet and engulf you.

He's right, he has been right all along. Tears begin to prick at your eyes.

“You okay there? Y’know I was joking, right? It doesn’t matter I just-” a spark of guilt lights itself in his throat, you look like you're about to cry.

“Can I take a second?” you say, the knot in your throat threatening to snap any second.

“Yeah, um go- go take your break” he breathes. Fuck, he's made you cry.

You run off towards the back, wanting to disappear. Everything that has happened within those past two days begin to wash over you.

Your cafe is gone, the project you had worked on with your dad before he got sick, gone for the next year. And he’d likely not see it reopen.

Eddie being an asshole, holding a grudge on you because you took his customers, making your life a living hell.

You sit in the back as you wipe some tears that fell from your eyes. Across the room, there's a door that you have not seen before, and it's ajar.

Curiosity gets the best of you, as you walk into a small, secluded room. It's full of beakers and jars of ingredients, really selling the whole alchemist thing. You look through the ingredients elderflower, rose, peppermint, honey, basil. Basil syrup sounds disgusting.

You turn towards the work bench, noticing a bottle full of clear liquid labeled lavender syrup. You open it and immediately smell the astringent flavor coming from the bottle. You pour some on your finger and take a taste. Ew.

He needs a better lavender syrup recipe.

“The fuck are you doing in here?” Eddie’s voice makes you drop the bottle to the floor, shattering and spilling the astringent liquid on the floor.

“Oh- shit sorry! I was just- i just got curious”

“You can’t just come in here and act like you own the place. Curious my ass, you were trying to steal” he accuses, and that hurts you.

“You know I won’t fucking do that, I take my work seriously. Also your lavender syrup tastes like ass, and basil syrup? That sounds foul” you wince, stepping over the broken glass, to make your way back to the front.

He grabs your arm and stops you. “Aren’t you gonna clean that up? Broom’s in the closet” he says, offering you a smug smile.

“Get the fuck away from me, asshole” you reply, jerking away from his grip.

“Alright that’s it” is all he says before he slams you against the wall.

He's close. He's so fucking close.

Your back slams against the brick, hitting a random canvas panel. You can feel his breath on your face, the smell of coffee and cologne inundating your senses.

“You have been a fucking pain in my ass since you opened your dumb little cafe. You’ve been rude, unruly, untidy and down right mean towards me, and I’m fucking over it” he seethes, he has you caged in between his tattooed arms and all you can think of is tracing every line of his tattoos with the tips of your fingers.

“It’s been four fucking hours, y’hear me? Four hours and I’m sick of you. Y’think you’re cute? You’re a fucking brat, sweetheart, and I don’t like dealing with brats like you.” Your stomach feels funny, like you're taking on a challenge rather than a scolding.

“Clean your shit up and go home, I don’t wanna see your fucking face today. Come back when you have gained some common sense in that empty fucking head” he lowers his arms, but you aren't done.

“Or what? You think you’re so scary, Eddie, with your stupid tattoos, your fucking stupid hair and your stupid satanic shirts. I don’t give a shit who you are, I’m employed to work here and you can’t fucking send me home because you don’t like me. I’ll fucking report you, freak”

Freak. His breath hitches at that, years of high school bullying getting under his skin again, making him swallow hard at the unwelcome memory of being slammed against a locker on Monday mornings before class. He stiffens up.

“Alright” he swallows “clean this up and get back to work, I don’t wanna see you right now” you notice that his demeanor has changed, you visibly hit a nerve. Guilt pools at your chest.

“But what about- about the training?” you ask, voice hitching.

“I’ll get Gareth to train you, Virginia should have gone home already. That way we’re both happy. Take tomorrow off, I’ll see you Tuesday” and with that he leaves.

He keeps himself buried in his office until the end of your shift. He can't bear to stand the sight of you, not after you had called him a freak. That stung more than whatever stupid insult you could have flung his way.

When you turn up on Tuesday, Eddie is nowhere to be found.

“He took the day off,” Steve says. And you feel real fucking bad. You're scheduled for a mid- shift from three to seven.

“Hey” Jeff says “we’re closing early today ‘cause we’re doing a DnD campaign after. Since Eddie’s not here, would you mind taking over for me so I can start setting up? We close at six-thirty, so after that you can, like, sweep, do dishes and then you can go home”

You aren't in the mood for a snide remark or a witty comment, so you just agree. “Is Eddie gonna be here tonight?” you ask. You’ve been trying to hound him to apologize for whatever happened the day before, it's clear he's avoiding you.

He was supposed to be on the schedule.

“Yeah uh” he replies “he’s our DM, so we kinda need him” he shrugs.

“DM?” you froth a cup of oatmilk, turning towards him while he's making his drinks.

“Yeah. Dungeon Master?” he gives you a Isn’t that obvious? expression and goes back to his iced hazelnut macchiato.

“Kinky” you retort, he laughs a bit.

At six-thirty you lock up the store and you confine yourself to the back for dishes. Keeping an ear out for Eddie’s voice, hoping he’d show up before 7.

Colette left with Steve to work on the Halloween menu and “I don’t fuck with that nerd stuff” said Steve, fixing his glasses after putting his coat on.

“…no Henderson you don’t get it “Kill ‘Em All” is definitely Metallica’s best album, are you shitting me? …No don’t come at me with that “Enter Sandman” bullshit you’re so basic for that, you fucking poser” your ears perk up at that. It's definitely Eddie.

You peek your head out of the back door to see him set up a big table, followed by a bunch of what look like high school students as they sit down, with their spiral notebooks and pens.

A bunch of small figurines scattered on the cardboard mat as Eddie sits at the head of the table, pulling out a leather bound folder covered in stickers and a cardboard screen.

They're serious about this.

You're too busy staring at the crowded table to notice Eddie running towards you.

"Daddy didn't teach you it's rude to stare?"

You press yourself against the green tile wall to let him pass, words caught in your throat as you follow him into his office.

"Apparently daddy didn't teach you that stalking is bad either. What is it? Need somethin'?" he spits out and you can feel the venom in his words.

"Yeah, I just" you clear your throat. Talking was hard. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he begins rummaging through his desk drawers.

"Well?"

"I just wanted to apologize for-"

"For being a bitch the other day? Took you long enough" he scoffs as he retrieves a small tin box containing what you assume are dice.

"Um- yeah. I guess that" you shrug and turn your feet to leave the door.

"I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. It's not a real apology otherwise, is it?" he has this ability to make you feel so incredibly small with only the power of his words. Like he's talking to a toddler.

"I don't think that's necessary, Eddie, I mean um- I have to get back to work" you protest.

"You can go back to work when you give me a full apology" he's ticking you off, gloating in his victory of you admitting defeat. The white banner you're waving slowly turning red.

"You're being a cunt, take the apology and go play your stupid nerd game" you snap, and you can see his lips curling in a wicked grin. Challenge accepted.

"All this talk of me kicking you to the curb for your filthy mouth really isn't sticking huh? Sorry sweetheart, can't accept an apology you don't mean" he shrugs, heading out of his office, you follow him suit.

"Eddie what the fuck?! Are you actually mental?" you want to strangle him, shove those dice so far down his throat he chokes and dies.

"I'd recommend you scrub those dishes really hard, I can still see the grime on the blenders. If you'll excuse me, I gotta lead my party through the rivers of Bagodan" he winks and then he walks over to his table, leaving you mortified.

You do a once- over with the dishes, while hearing Eddie's shrill voice screech and laugh every time one of his players miss. What's so fucking funny about a couple kids rolling dice?

"Looks like you've made it to the last river" he narrates in a solemn voice, deeper, hotter "Oh, but what is that? You hear shrieking from a distance. It's a sphynx. To cross the river you have to behead the sphynx and bring it to the king of Bagodan. Only then he will grant you access to the wings of Saurion the Elder, and you... will be... free" he says in a whispered tone.

"What do you do, my brave adventurers?"

"Shit" you hear one of the kids swear, he's tall with black hair. "We don't have enough hit points to kill the sphynx AND get through the king's palace guards"

"You’re astute dipshit, congrats!" says another, a girl, looking much younger than the rest.

"We would have had enough points if Dustin here, hadn't fucking sold his to the market for a stupid cloak" says Gareth, shoving the kid who you assume is Dustin

"it was aN INVISIBILITY CLOAK" Dustin yells. The room booms in laughter at the kid's tantrum.

It makes you think. About how you've never had a group of friends like that. Someone to share a common interest with. Sure, you have Colette, but you've moved to town just fairly recently, and you have lived and breathed work for the first two years. No friends to make when you're cooped up home buried in projects among projects. No friends to make when your dad is sick and you have to take him to the hospital on Saturdays for his treatment. You sigh a bit at that. Maybe your cafe exploding is the catalyst that is gonna bring you a new life, a new perspective.

Coming to a store that has unity as a top value really makes you reflect on how lonely your life has been so far.

"Alright children, let's take a break and you can talk strategy. Anyone want a drink?" He stands up from his chair and walks towards the bar. Startled, you go back to the sink and begin scrubbing.

"Y'know you can join us, right?" he leans against the green tile wall, looking at you.

"Join in on that nerd shit? No, thanks. My shift is over" you say putting the last blender on the drying rack and heading to the back.

He follows you "Okay, whatever. I just wanted to tell you it's gonna be me and you tomorrow. Chrissy said she can't make it. Something about midterms" and you roll your eyes.

"Fucking perfect. Tell me in what world does this shit always happen to me" you say exasperated, taking off your apron, which allows your shirt to rise just enough that it gives Eddie a peek of your tummy. Enough to make him gulp a little. Enough to distract him for ten seconds.

He shakes his head. "Listen, I'm not happy about it either, but let's keep it civil, okay? I do my thing, you do yours, we're outta here by 9 pm" he offers, leaning over the metal lockers.

You're not sure if it was the Dungeon Master demeanor he keeps on for the sake of his game or what, but he feels so tall. The thought of it makes you shiver. You put on your jacket.

"How you gettin' home?" he asks.

"Driving" you lie, your car broke down the day before, but you don't want him offering you a ride.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow for closing, then" he says, giving you a tight smile.

"Yeah, bye" you respond hastily, heading out towards the bus stop. Eddie keeps an eye on you through the store window the whole time.

Wednesday night at the "Mad Alchemist" is busier than you expected. Steve left for the evening, leaving you and Eddie to man the fort by yourselves.

Meaning you have to watch him flirt with every fucking customer. Young, old, boy, girl. His self assured demeanor is like a magnet to those coffee- hungry teens, the older women just blush and deliver him a meek "aw, stop it, Eddie" swatting the air and giggling.

Because you both have been so busy, it has not given you time to run your mouth and deliver him some snarky comment.

By 8pm, the store is closed. You have an hour to sweep, clean the counters, mop and do the dishes while Eddie counts the money at the register.

There is a tense quietness in the cafe. Almost as if you know that if one opened their mouths the world would explode. Or you’d start fucking, whichever one comes first. There is no noise aside from the register opening, the broom dragging across the floor and Eddie whistling.

After a day of talking, listening, screaming, shouting, the last thing you want to do is hear Eddie whistle. You let him do it, one minute, two minutes, five minutes in hopes he would get tired.

“Eddie, please” you whine.

“Helps me count money better,” he shrugs, beginning his atrocious whistling again.

You wait one, two, five minutes again. The noise of the sweep and the whistling and the money become too much for you, so in an exasperated rage, you kick the chair in front of you.

“Eddie shUT THE FUCK UP!”

The noise of the chair is the only sound in the building. Eddie stops counting, and stops whistling.

He's just staring at you. At the fallen chair. At the broom next to your feet. You find the floor to be really interesting.

“Pick it up.” Eddie’s voice is distant. A few seconds go by, and your eyes are still on the floor.

The sound of paper being put down and the stomping of heavy boots follow, until his boots arrive in your line of sight. You can't help but raise your head.

“What part of ‘pick it up’ does not register in that head? Hm? Do you kick chairs at home?”

Defeated, you shake your head.

“Do you call your daddy names?”

Another head shake.

“Do you spit in your daddy’s coffee in the morning?” his voice becomes a whisper, so, so close to your face. So close to your lips.

“I didn’t-” he cuts you off.

“I don’t appreciate liars, sweetheart. Did you spit in my drink?” he's cornering you, making you feel small.

You nod. “Only once, though” you defend yourself.

“Only once” he mocks, chuckling to himself “sixteen.” he mutters.

“Sixteen is the number of times, from the first time i stepped foot in your goddamn cafe, I’ve seen you spit in my fuckin’ drink” he seethes, no, growls.

“Now you’re fucking lying” you interject, finding a small crumb of courage within you.

“Don’t act cute, I’ve seen you. Pick the chair up” he says, his chin tilting towards the chair on the floor.

“I can’t pick it up if your stupid arm’s in the way, can I?” he grunts and moves his arm. You bend over and picked the chair up, breathing through your teeth. You're furious.

“Watch your attitude, here we don’t-”

You snap your neck around “You’re a fucking control freak, that’s what you are” you mutter. There's that word again. Freak.

“Don’t you fucking dare call me that word again” he's furious.

You turn around to face him. It's your turn to be close “Or what? You gonna spank me?” it's barely a whisper, looking at him through your lashes. A challenge.

He exhales, crossing his arms “You know what? That’s the best idea you’ve had since you’ve stepped foot in this place. Bend over the table” He whispers, and you freeze.

If there is a definition to fuck around and find out, you're it.

“Seems you might be a bit hard of hearing, sweetheart. I said bend over.” he says, more gently, yet keeping that domineering aura to him. He nudges your arm.

You quietly follow through.

“Now you’re following orders. Before I start I need to know you’re okay with this” he whispers, caressing your back in an almost soothing manner.

You nod.

He tuts “None of that shit. I’m not doing anything until I have your green light. With words”

“I-” words suddenly become hard. You swallow and breathe through your nose “I’m- I’m okay with this”

There is no denying you're extremely turned on, in addition to being revved up by your previous fight. It feels like wildfire spreading itself from every tip of your body, finding a home right between your legs.

“Alright, good. If you want me to stop we can stop at any time, just say ‘chainmail’” he says, looking around to check if the blinds had been lowered. He has a safeword. He knows what he's doing.

“O-okay” you say with all the power you can muster.

“You wanna act like a toddler, sweetheart? I’ll treat ya like a fuckin’ toddler” he says, before delivering the first smack right on the meat of your left butt cheek.

You’ve tried spanking before, with previous partners, but this is different. The smacks are calculated, like he knows where to hit. A yelp escapes you.

“Need ya to count” he says, caressing the area he just hit.

“‘Kay, fuck. One” you exhale, still feeling his handprint on your ass. The red hot sting from the impact leaving tiny pinpricks through the fabric of your jeans.

Smack. Two.

“How ‘bout this?” he stops, speaking to no one, really. “How ‘bout I give you one spank for every time you’ve spit in my coffee, hm?”

That makes you tremble a bit. Sixteen slaps.

“I dunno if I can, I mean I-”

“Then you know what to say if it gets too much, right? Say ‘Yes, Eddie, I do’” his voice makes your knees give out as his other hand, the one that isn't squeezing and groping your ass, makes its way into your hair and pulls.

“Ow- Fuck, Jesus Christ Eddie!” you yell, but the pull at your scalp makes you wish he’d drop the antics, pull your pants down and fuck you immediately.

“Not what I wanna hear, sweetheart. Try that again” He smacks your ass again, pulling his hand out of your hair to hold your back down from the waist.

“Three, fuck. Yes, Eddie, I-I do” you exhale and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Good girl,” he says. Good girl. He could easily smack you in the face and that is would shock you less. Where the fuck did he learn all this shit?

By the time you’ve reached spank number ten you think you're ready to tap out. Tears welling in your eyes, making your vision go blurry. You're turned on, but Eddie’s heavy hand is becoming too painful.

He notices you trying to squirm away from him with every hit of his hand, all he says is “You know what to say, don’t you, sweetheart?”

But you let him keep going. Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen.

The last slap feels like the roughest, leaving in its wake the phantom of a heavy hand. His hand rubbing circles on your ass, almost like he doesn't feel ready to stop touching you.

You turn your head around, so you're able to see his face.

“Mmmm, so what now?” you ask, still hazy “Gonna take me home, Eddie? Finish the job?”it's like your brain has forgotten who you are talking to.

“C’mere” he says, sitting you down on the table, your ass rough and sore under the fabric of your pants.

You can feel the slick feeling between your legs through the seam of your black jeans, hoping he’d move you to keep going, take you home, his office, his van, anywhere.

His body settles between your legs as his hands run through the expanse of your stomach, your back. Your hands make their way to the buckle of his belt, trying to quickly undo his jeans. Eddie inhales as if to convince himself to stop you as he grabs your wrists and pushes them to your chest, his belt left unbuckled “Not tonight,” he murmurs.

You pout in protest.

“Aww, you’re pouting” he mocks, a dry laugh escapes his lips. It brings a twang of embarrassment "pouting 'cause I'm not letting you take my dick in your mouth, sweetheart?" he taunts.

“I‘m not pouting” you mutter, looking at the floor. His hands grab your chin, lifting your eyes to make you look up at him. He looks so tall standing over you like that, eyes still glossed over, pupils blown from the spanking he’s just given you.

“You look at me when I speak to you, yeah?” Oh fuck. You know better this time.

“Yeah” you croak out, nodding your head in case he doesn't get the message.

“Yeah? You liked getting spanked? Being put in your place?” his demeanor never fails in making you feel impossibly small.

The hand that holds your chin travels down your neck and you lean into his touch, in the way his hand wraps itself around your throat, warm and rough. Who are you to say he isn't gonna strangle you and kill you?

But the feeling of his hand around the column of your neck, covering its whole surface area feels too intoxicating, like you want him to make you stop thinking. Your breath hitches.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it” his grip on your neck going from resting to actually applying pressure to the sides of your throat. You gasp.

He just watches you, eyes glossy and desperate while you try to press your thighs together to relieve some pressure. Poor thing. He almost feels bad for you. The way he sees you keen into his touch, labored breath, watching your chest rise and fall slowly.

“We can’t do this here, Eddie. The health violations” you say, barely a whisper, mustering whatever breath and thought you can. Your brain feels foggy and fuzzy with the slight pressure of air being constricted. He chuckles.

“Didn’t you go to UCLA or something? Aren’t you supposed to be really smart?” his tone is mocking, you swallow at the embarrassment, hand letting up on your throat to grab your hand. He isn't here to be soft with you. He is here to make a point.

“Me choking you got you actin’ all dumb already?’M impressed. C’mon get off the table, we can’t be here” he says, making you stand up.

“Where- where are we going?” you feel winded, and you haven't even done anything. He leads you through the cafe, the bar, the back of house, where the drying dishes sit abandoned on the rack. Right at the threshold to his back office, the cold green tile arch pressing against your back.

“I don’t know, but I really wanna kiss you right now.” and you feel like your breath has just gotten knocked out of you. He wants to kiss you?

"You wanna- huh?" he slams you against the wall, just t prove a point "Shut the fuck up" he says as he puts his lips on yours. Famished, animalistic.

There is no room for gentleness. No room for sweet caresses and soft praises. His hands groping and feeling your hips, grinding into him. The friction against his tattered jeans make a whine escape you. Too much and not enough.

His teeth clash with yours as you both open your mouths, the way he tastes made you dizzy. His mint gum and cigarettes inundate your senses as you pull at the hair tie that is keeping Eddie's unruly hair in place.

Reaching under the mane of hair, you pull at his nape, where his curls are smaller, more defined. He groans.

His nose skims your jaw and licks at the hinge between the bone and your neck, making you yelp. A small oh escapes you when his hands work to untuck your shirt out of your jeans, his cold hands sneaking past the barrier of clothing to touch at the skin of your stomach, the sides of your breasts.

His mouth is warm against your neck, tracing every ridge, every line, every mole, 'til he reaches the juncture between your neck and your shoulder and he bites.

"Eddie, you fucking freak don't bite me" you hiss, head thrown back as he lifts your shirt up, leaving it completely abandoned on the floor.

He moves you off the wall and into his office, mouth not stopping his assault on your neck, stumbling towards his cluttered desk. With one move, a space big enough for you to sit is created. His shirt comes off in the process. His pale chest, skinny, but toned and littered with tattoos, is the only thing you are able to pay attention to.

"I hear that fucking word come outta your mouth again I'll-" he begins.

"You what? More spanking? Consider me terrified" you interrupt, all an evil plan to egg him on. Blinking your eyes up at him. He is seething.

"God, do you ever shut up?" he asks, a groan leaving his lips continuing to kiss you, teeth and tongue and spit, his hands coming out from under your shirt to grab your chin.

You look up at him, hair wild and unruly, eyes blown out, a wicked glint in his eye, almost like he's plotting something.

“Open your mouth” he says, and you looked at him, a puzzled look on your face. He squeezes your cheeks in response, forcing your mouth open. “You fucking brat” he mutters.

You keep your mouth open, expecting his finger, something. Instead, a glob of spit makes its way onto your tongue. He spit in your mouth. You throb.

“Eddie what the fuck-” you begin, but he interrupts you.

“You didn’t seem to mind spitting in my coffee, did you? Consider this a payback. Swallow it.” he smirks against your lips, lightly tapping his fingers on your cheek, not quite a slap. You obey immediately for the first time that night.

His hand travels down to the seam of your jeans, your breath becoming more labored with all the building tension from the night.

“Eddie…please” you whine, arching into his hand, not wanting to pull back anymore. You want release, brain hazy with the feeling of being under him, the way his rough hands are touching you, exploring you, grabbing and groping at the curves of your body as you arch into him.

His hand begins moving back and forth, the heel of his palm making direct contact with the seam of your pants, forcing a strangled whine out of you.

You grind your hips in sync with his hand, as the other sits on your cheek, cupping it, moaning in his mouth at the small amount of friction he's giving you. “Can I take your pants off?” he asks, soft against your mouth. You’ve never nodded so fast in your life.

He quickly makes work of taking your shoes and jeans off, pooled at his feet while his hands caress and grope their way up your thighs.

“You’re cute when you’re not being a cunt, you know that?” he whispers against your mouth, hand ghosting over your panties, practically feeling the heat radiating off of you.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” you say through gritted teeth, motioning to hit him in the chest. He stops you, grabbing your wrists with his hands.

“I suggest keeping that filthy mouth at bay if you really want me to do something about that big, wet patch on your panties, hm?” he whispers, licking your bottom lip, his hand still keeping an iron grip on your wrists.

“How ‘bout you stop being a cunt and fuck me?” you’ve had enough of his teasing and taunting.

“Who said anything about fucking?” he chuckles, his hand moving down to grope at your ass. “No, see, that would be improper, don’t you think? Fucking your boss in his office. You kinky bitch” he delivers a sharp smack down to your ass, reviving the dull sting from the spanking earlier.

“You’re not my fucking boss, Eddie. Stop talking and- ohmygod”

His other hand begins massaging over the crotch of your panties, making direct contact with your clit over the fabric. “Made you this wet from spanking you? Think you might have actually been the freak this whole time, sweetheart.” He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties “Lift.” He taps your thigh, you immediately lift your hips to let him take your panties off.

He laughs when he sees the mess that he’s made of your pussy.

“Fuck stop- stop laughing” you whisper out while his hands begin to spread your legs further.

“I think you secretly love me laughing at you. You think you’re so tough, bein’ all mean, callin’ me a freak like it doesn’t turn you on just imagining how much of a fucking freak I really am, huh sweetheart?” he skims your jaw with his nose, his words making you shiver as you clench around nothing.

His free hand sneaking its way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you squeak.

Your hips lift off the desk, looking to find some kind of stimulation aside from Eddie’s cruel teasing touches.

He looks at you through his dark lashes “What is it, baby?” baby. baby. baby. The nickname makes your head spin.

“Eddie, I- fuck- please! I need-” your hips arch off the wooden surface as you feel his fingers prod your entrance.

“You need my fingers? Can you ask me nicely?” you want to kill him. He's reveling in the torture that he's putting you through.

“I f-ucking ah hate you” but you aren't really sure if you believe that yourself.

“You hate me sweetheart? I’m hurt. You won’t mind then if I just leave you here, do you?” he caresses over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers coated in slick, clear arousal.

“No!” your hips lift once again “your fingers…please” His smile is pleased as one of his fingers enter you.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Good girl.” He's making your head spin, a choked noise leaves your lips as he pumps his finger in and out, finally getting the stimulation you need.

“More” you whisper, his other hand still on your throat.

“So greedy. Y’gonna thank me? Say ‘thank you, Eddie’”

At that point you can't even think about acting up. “F-fuck. Thank- thank you Eddie” and with that, he adds another finger.

God, you already feel so full and teetering the edge.

“Good girl. Now that I think about it, I believe you owe me an apology” he begins, his fingers working mercilessly inside you, while a string of breathy ah ah ahs are all the sounds you could muster.

“You were so mean to me the other day, I didn’t appreciate your tone while you were trying to apologize” he taunts, his fingers prodding deeper inside you. A small yelp escapes you.

“You were- you were ah” his fingers curl on your g-spot and your vision goes white.

“What was that? I was what, baby?” he begins to thumb at your clit, smiling like a maniac at the state he's reducing you in.

“Oh yes there” no idea how you're gonna finish your sentence.

“Feels good huh? Needa finish what you were saying, sweetheart, can’t have you going stupid on me just yet” his hand on your throat moves up to your cheek, delivering a couple light smacks to your face. You clench.

“Fuck, uh, you we-were being a oh god cunt” you say, mustering all the mental strength you can.

“Is that right? Funny how my fingers are in yours right now and you don’t seem to complain.” He laughs to himself, his thumb speeding up its assault on your clit.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I just need you to say ‘Sorry Eddie, I won’t be a bitch to you again.’ Can you say that or is your brain too fucking far gone to understand a single word i’m saying?” he teases, which briefly brings you back from the ecstasy of Eddie’s fingers working wonders on you.

“Fuck you, Eddie” you hiss through your teeth, immediately regretting it at the feeling of the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.

“Oh. It’s like that then. Alright” he simply says as he picks up his pace. Head thrown back as you revel in the feeling of nearing the edge of your release.

“Oh shit, get-getting close” you breathe.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum” he smiles, a wicked show of bared teeth that only makes you both want to punch him and fuck him.

“Fuck n- Oh God- ‘m not apologizing for- for shit” you arch your back, trying to make yourself cum before he changes his mind.

“Fucking apologize” he insists.

“Fuck you” you say, followed by the unwelcome feeling of emptiness as he takes his fingers out. You really thought he was bluffing.

An empty ache grows in your stomach, feeling unfulfilled and disappointed. You sit there in disbelief, as he cleans his fingers off with a tissue.

“Pity” he shrugs “Get dressed, I’m taking you home” he turns around, heading towards the front.

You throw the box of kleenex at his head. You miss.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” you jump off his desk, ignoring the dull throb between your legs as you put your panties and jeans back on, following the trail of your clothes he left in his wake.

“Could’ve said sorry” he just says, closing up the register, while you put on your shirt and shoes “C’mon my van is around the back” he offers, grabbing his keys.

“I’m not fucking getting in your car. I can drive” you protest.

“Yeah, uh huh, you and what car, you fucking liar? Saw you at the bus stop the other day, and your car isn’t in the parking lot. You either let me drive or you can sleep in here tonight.”

You let him drive you home. The sound of Judas Priest blaring through the speaker only makes the stubborn silence between you two louder.

The ten minute drive to your house feels like an hour, as you itch to get off the dingy van and take care of what he left unfinished.

He finally parks up in front of your house, you quickly book it towards your door as he shouts “You’re welcome sweetheart” before you fumble with the keys and enter inside. He stays there until you do.

Your dad was asleep already, so you crack his bedroom door to check up on him. You sigh. Everything seems to be alright.

Once all the lights are off, you run towards your room. Still in disbelief of what happened with Eddie, you strip off your coffee- smelling clothes, wincing at the thought of Eddie’s hands sneaking under your shirt, his fingers hooking on the sides of your panties.

The feeling of hatred and arousal battling each other off while you recall his stupid smiling face as he removed his fingers from inside you. The dull empty ache as you came down from the euphoria of his touch and words.

That night, you kick yourself for not saying sorry to him.

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The best

"Hello, we are the feisty, sexy JAM REPUBLIC!!" The yelling always gets me, I sit there smiling while fixing my dress or simply trying to pull it down. When the girls agreed on wearing black, I showed up in pink, trying to represent all both of the national colors. I was then given a blanket as I thanked the staff and placed it on my lap. "We are here to work hard, though I can say I'm excited to see what everyone brings to the table. It's fun because we are the serious judges now." I stated while smiling at my team and holding Audrey's hand. We are then brought the cards, "I have a feeling about some of the other teams. What do you think about it, babes?" She turned around, showing off her little dimples before saying, "I feel like it's gonna be some teams we have seen before and a few mysterious ones, you know."

I agree before adjusting the blanket on my lap and watching our wonderful leader reveal the crew. Of course, when I saw BEBE, I wasn't shocked. Bada and I had been dating for a while, technically before the show started, well, at least in her opinion. She had been trying to get with me way before we got to street women fighter, but I genuinely believed those feelings weren't real. No matter how much she tried to tell me of send me gifts and pick me up from work. I know what you're thinking, "like fuck can you be any more dense." Well in my opinion I've had people work extremely hard for a fuck, I'm talking overtime with no breaks. Though she showed me the real her and we opened up to each other about some tough situations and at that moment I knew I was in love with her. Shit I had been the entire time, and I was simply trying to protect my heart.

Other crews weren't exactly a surprise either, though when 1MILLION added another dancer I was a but surprised, I've seen her dancing style for a while and she was good as fuck. "New scenery, me like it, girls." Latrice laughed at me while hitting my shoulder, with Kirsten giving us the motherly like pointed eye stare, meaning she meant business. Though in this situation I think it just meant to shut the fuck up politely. We saw some other times with Hook coming back and making an appearance, Aiki was a judge last time I saw her, and even though I didn't watch her season, I've heard great things about her. Like Bada, she had her students on her crew, and they showed out. "Still can't believe she is older than us or has a kid." We joked a lot about how the hottest people on set were taken.

Seeing LA CHICA was new as well. As soon as the cameras turned off, Latrice looked at me. "Is it bad I don't know the last crew?" I laughed at that. I mean shit not that funny but funny. "Stop laughing and tell me what they have done." I tried to stop my laughs but ended up laughing harder. "To be honest, the leader is just known for a lot of cultural appropriation in my book." The rest of the girls turned around with Kirsten stated we are in korea, so that's accurate.' We all start to get up and move towards set. We were really the only ones to film the outro since we arrived late. Seeing all the crews stand sit there on their podiums was kinda amazing, mainly knowing we would go up there as well. "Funny how we aren't the ones dancing."

After a while of sitting and the occasional introductions of different crews. We also had the smoke challenge performed by BEBE that awed the crowd. We were finally sitting down, and a few selective girls had already shown their dancing skills. Everything was going well so far. Until some girl thought she could pull a sexy choreography. It was actually sad to watch. "It simply wasn't for me, I felt like it could've had more of a wow factor or just better moves. Everything seemed sloppy, and it didn't fit your persona at all." Everyone looked at me after the harsh criticism, I guess no one expected me to be real. I turned to the side to notice Redlic has been winking at me. Weird. You see, me and her didn't exactly have a friendship. She and Bada were friends due to working together previously on dances as well as classes. In my opinion she was too friendly.

Though, not to Bada but to me. She was always winking and trying to hug me or asking me on dates. Now everyone pretty much knew that me and Bada were a thing except the public per my decision. Bada thought it would be a good idea to show the world our love, and while I was glad she wasn't ashamed of it, I knew the outcomes of it. Now I'm not scared by any means of what the world has to say, shit I came out while working as a dancer for beyonce during a tour to thousands of people. But, those opinions mattered to Bada, and as much as she liked to tell me this and that I knew the truth. Redlic saw this as an opportunity even going as far as stated. If you aren't public, then it doesn't really count. After a while, I realized I spaced out and was brought back to reality when I heard Redlic open her mouth. "I'm sure my sqeet angel Ellie could show you how it's done. She is known for being sexy without trying. I mean, come on, people just look at her."

I sat there shocked while plastering on a fake smile shyly shaking my head to disagree with her statement. But it was too late. She had already convinced half of the crowd, and before I knew it, everyone expected me to dance. I took a look over in my girlfriends direction and saw her face. She was smiling, but I knew that smile. She was anything hut happy. She also looked like she wanted to kick Redlics ass. I guess I was taking too long before I felt a hand reaching over to grab me and pull me to the stage. I looked over and saw Redlic smiling at me, telling the crowd to watch and learn. "So much for not dancing today." I whispered. I heard the music, Beyonce, of course it was. Realizing they had decided to play partition out of all the songs seemed like the world was against me today. Redlic had grabbed my hip, squeezing it while smiling at me. At that moment I knew I was fucked.

We danced together with me, somehow ending up between her legs while smirking st thr camera seductively. Might as well put on a show. If anyone would see us, they would think we were involved or fucking. After we finished, she pulled me closer. It almost looked like we were kissing, so I pushed her away softly and laughed nervously. Seeing the look on Bada's face, let me know I wasn't gonna walk tomorrow. I heard the crowd giving us applauds with Redlic, not trying to let go of my waist, like girl you trying to get me killed in this bitch. After a while, we were called on break. I was scared as shit obviously. I managed to avoid Bada for some time before I was waking down the hall going back to meet uo with the girls after getting a snack, and I saw Lusher. I tried to slowly back away, and she noticed to me. "Bada said she would like to talk to you, unnie, and she said she wouldn't bet on you running because you know. I don't really know what the second part means, but apparently, she said you do so, yea. She is in our crew room, and she seemed pissed so I wouldn't keep her waiting. Plus, you two live together, so don't prolong the war." At times like this, I wish she wasn't so clueless. She was literally leading me to my death.

I sighed and started walking to the direction of the crew room, fuck I can already feel the pain in my legs. As I was trying to give myself a little pep talk I realized I was standing in front of the door. Thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Fuck I'm scared. "Get you ass in here, and don't make me repeat myself, little girl." Yearing her voice like that kinda turned me on until I realized she was gonna murder me. I walked into the room, seeing her sit there on the couch man spreading while staring at me with a glare. "You put on quite the show, didn't you? I would say I loved it, but I mean, did I baby? Was a bit confused on why you randomly decided to throw you ass. Wait, let me rephrase that. Throw my ass back against that girl." She motioned me to walk over na di stood between her legs until she pulled me down. "You hear that, my ass. Because you mine, belong to me. All of you are mine. Seems like you forgot, let me remind you then, what do you say, baby?" I nodded mindless to her commands. "Who's the best baby, say it?" I could barely heat her when she started to grind me against her lap. "Say it pretty." I managed to mutter it out finally. "You're the best, baby. Only you. Always you."

(Request by @pinksults)

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lets go racing in Jeddah! its the second race of the season and it is packed with twice the amount of drama you could have expected! drama unfolds, trophies passed around like hot potato and secrets spilled like red wine on a white dress. what has yn gotten herself into ? is all this worth it ?

read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 here

The PitBox Crew Series

Land of Pizza and Pasta

(f1drivers x yngasly)

a/n: sorry for the google translate french and italian. please note this is a work of fiction.

20 March 2023

yngasly

Jeddah

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yngasly i guess everyone is an aston martin now ?

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fernandoalo_official Vamos Yn !! 💪🏼

yngasly congratulations on P3 !

fernandoalo_official are you sure?

yngasly congrats to george then ?

yngasly someone help this is more confusing then trigonometry 😫

sharl she is so real for this

pierregasly what is with the memes

yngasly arent they cute !! i love Pear Gasly, gonna be your new contact now 😎

pierregasly no why?!

yngasly why not?

pierregasly at least its better than the current one

pedrogaseoso pls tell us what the current one is !! i need to know !!!

yngasly hint: its his spanish name 😉

pedrogaseoso NO WAY !!! MY USERNAME??! i have made it 😍

formulauno can someone tell me where to sign up to be yn’s friend ?

yngaslyfans SAME !!! drop the signups here 😃

charles_leclerc why am i a red flag ?

yngasly gee i dont know charles, maybe the fact that all my dates ditch me the second they find out i know you ? 😤

charles_leclerc well they weren’t good enough anyways 🤷🏻‍♂️

sharl where can i get a bestie like this ?

lancestroll green is definitely a good colour on you!

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lancelot ummm 👀 je suis pardon ? (translation: im sorry?)

f1fandom not another colour debate 😂

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26 March 2023

yngasly

Italy

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yngasly Mi è mancato questo posto! Bello essere tornato ❤️ (translation: i have missed this place! great to be back ! )

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isahernaez come to spain next !! i miss you 😫❤️

yngasly buying my plane ticket to spain after the race!!

carlossainz55 you dont miss me this much 😧

isahernaez i see you too much 🫢

carlossainz55 WOW

isahernaez come on i only see her at races or during breaks ☹️

carlossainz55 fine 😕

isahernaez im planning our date as we speak !! keep a whole day free babes 😘

yngasly you can have the whole week 😉

ybfusername GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yngasly ME TOO !! 😭😭😭 you need to come to UK next

ybfusername planning my trip to UK rn

landonorris if you need a tour guide, you know who is the best ! 😎

yngasly thanks lando for the offer! @maxfewtrell when are you free ?

landino oh no she did not 😧

maxfewtrell anytime mate! text me and ill bring my chauffeur too 👍🏼 (hint: he drives a mclaren)

quadrantmania not max joining in too

yngasly sounds like a plan 👍🏼

landonorris lando has left the chat

lilymhe im obessed with your outfits babe!! we need to go shopping together soon!!

yngasly awww thanks lils!! i learnt from the queen herself 😉 a shopping date is a need !!

alexalbonfans yn calling lily “lils” my heart 🥹❤️

charles_leclerc 10/10 for the maranello tour

yngasly how are you so sure

charles_leclerc what is your rating then ?

yngasly tour is a 10 but the the tour guide……

carlossainz55 i was so much better

charles_leclerc not trueee

yngasly he made me coffee !!! thats like +10 points

charles_leclerc 😧

yngaslyfans OMG this comment section is getting me pumped for the rest of the season!! cant wait for all the potential dates yn has !! im so excited!!!

emmainmilan this is just a phase. you dont even know the real yn! if you knew her, you would make sure these people dont mix around with her.

yngaslyfans no one asked mate

emmainmilan its just a friendly heads up. i know the real yn, to her this is just a game. when she has got what she wants she will bring them down instantly.

emmainmilan i was one of her closest friends and let me just say she is a real piece of work.

username7 pls i agree, i heard from a friend that yn is such a brat! im amazed her family took her back after all she did

user6 spill what happened

emmainmilan when she moved with her family to italy, it was all great until the passing of AH. she became a wrecking ball after that, she partied all night, skipped school, and did all sorts of nonsense. pierre and her got into many fights and it got to a point they didn’t talk anymore! she would come home black out drunk and she got into many fights in public too. her family kicked her out and she ended up staying with me. after that she dropped out of school and lived off the money in her trust fund.

user6 WTF i can’t believe i looked up to her

emmainmilan it gets worst, one night she got so drunk she got into a fight with a stranger and ended up in the police station, her parents were called and they had to bail her out ! thats the first time they heard from her since she left their family house 1 year before that. man she begged her mum and dad to take her back. and i honestly can’t believe how her mother took her back.

user5 if that was my daughter, i would have left her to rot in the cell. she deserves it.

emmainmilan same! after her parents took her back, she dropped me like a fly and never looked back! honestly she thinks that she can just forget all this but hell nah im not going to allow that.

yngaslyfans PLS STOP! this isnt your story to share ! its hers!

emmainmilan pls i suggest you find a better person to be a fan of, yn gasly is just an entitled brat!!

yngaslyfc Hey Yn!! if you read this, please know that we still love you so much!! and if this is all true, we are proud that you got better !! dont let these nobodies bring you down❤️❤️❤️

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username8 what a suck up!! she doesn’t deserve it

26 March 2023

charles_leclerc

Maranello

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charles_leclerc Maranello Tour ‘23 🏎️

yngasly thanks for the tour! got to admit i really liked it 😍

charles_leclerc happy to hear that! what was the best thing ?

yngasly well carlos was amazing and i really liked the coffee and merch! im ready for australia now 😃

charles_leclerc and me ?

yngasly you could learn how to make coffee ?

carlossainz55 give it up charles, she is a chilli fan 🌶️

charles_leclerc 😞☹️

yngasly omg i love both ferrari drivers equally !

sharl when will it be me !!!!!

f1fans charles and carlos need a better friend to be honest. just stick with pierre.

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scuderiaferrari thank you for visiting us Yn !! Come back soon! We love hanging out with you ❤️

yngasly Thank you @scuderiaferrari definitely loved hanging with you too ❤️

alpinef1team stop stealing our Yn ✋🏼

yngasly no need to fight, @alpinef1team you will always have me 😉

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hello. are you. perhaps 👉👈 willing to talk about the inspector/faux. ive only seen cool arts and no context so im rather curious.

OK!!! I actually love rambling about my ocs so small questions like this make me day. I just get nervous LOL But! I will say, there's gonna probably be a bit I'm leaving out because it does involve my friends' characters and it's still an on-going thing atm (we tend to roleplay on lethal company as our guys. btw the oc group is called Cleanup Crew ! it explains the recent reblogs and new tags I've added on posts with this guy) AND this does also involve my own little interpretations of in-game mechanics and other things, but otherwise, I'll get the rest of him down!

Inspector, also originally known by the name of Terrance Conroy (or Terry), was a typical scavenger working under 'The Company' after a couple rough times on his home planet. (This information isn't necessarily set in stone, but the idea of him being a washed-up rock star before quitting his passion to get a job that pays his rent has been bouncing around in my brain.) He used to be a normal guy, trying to find a little hope in his desperate situation, and was a social butterfly. He tend to bounce from crew to crew, sometimes staying in some for only a couple days, and some for months. He was a very careful man, and looked out for his fellow crew members.

And then, one day, his first death on the job happens.

But instead of being greeted by a bright white light at the end of a tunnel, or complete pitch darkness, he appears on the ship again- completely physically fine.

This.. confuses him at first, yet he continues on.

And then he dies again. And again, and again. Over and over, the more deaths he's endured, the more he comes to a morbid realization that he can't truly die, nor can those around him. He tries to keep this truth hidden away from the others, as they seem to not have mentioned it at all before. He remembers everything. Every time he was ripped to shreds by an eyeless dog, every time he blew up into pieces from a landmine, every time he was shot multiple times, every time he was left behind or ejected as part of the disciplinary process- He felt it all and remembered it all. This goes on for the course of years (around 8-10 roughly) and over that course of time, he begins to grow very careless. What's the point of saving someone if they'll just come back? What's the use of tears when you're only a couple dollars off quota with a shovel in hand?

What's the point of it all? And with that carelessness comes selfishness into the picture. With how long he's been stuck in the cycle, he has become a very manipulative person, putting up a playful and nice persona on the outside- almost sickeningly sweet- in order to help other's do his bidding. He believes that if he were to cause so much chaos, disorder, and disruption within a crew, to where it's like animals mauling each other apart, he'd be able to break free from it himself. He doesn't care anymore about leaving others behind. He's desperate at this point to find a way out. Faux, who is an alter ego / disguise for Inspector, ties more into the on-going events right now, but I can give a basic rundown on his personality. He's a klutzy and quiet man, typically only talking to others when it's just him and them, and nobody else around, playing himself off as a selective mute. Since this is just Inspector in a jazzy little jester outfit, he still possesses all the traits of that man, just hidden away as to not blow his cover. He's still tugging on the strings in some way, people just don't realize. Sure, he's off putting and just a tad bit strange, but how can a goofy man like that be terrifying?

WOOOW ok that's a lot more typing than expected, but here's also a couple fun facts about the guy !

He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, and is a very lanky guy compared to others, but this wasn't always the case. He used to just stand at 5 feet and 6 inches, and had more normal human proportions. With how many times he has died and how long it's been of the cycle, it has fucked up his appearance a LOT. Other things include : his 'skin' being grey, his voice constantly sounding like it's coming from a walkie talkie, no visible neck, his face becoming the helmet itself (it still bleeds, but there's nothing in there), and inhumanly flexible.

The only thing left of him that represents his last strand of humanity, is a singular, dim eye behind the tape on his visor.

He is very much not a rational man anymore. He is quick to jump to things, and won't hesitant with his actions.

When waiting to return from death, he is able to manifest in someone's head as a disembodied voice, and will typically mock them, or try and manipulate them further. In this state, he can see everything through the eyes of the person he's haunting. ^ Fun fact about this! This was originally based off a stupid bit where my friend was streaming LC to me with other buddies on the game and I kept telling them to step on landmines and then kill someone for a promotion, and then Inspector was born!

and UH I think that's about it I have for the guy atm! If the rest of the cleanup crew gets dropped than I'll update this accordingly perhaps. As of right now, enjoy my oc slop 👍

#lethal company #lethal company oc #oc #cleanup crew #that inspector that i hate #render

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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I see you're wanting angst req for Jenna! Here I am to take the opportunity to req

Basically when Jenna and Reader auditioned for their roles, they heavily specified that they were a real couple but that didn't stop the directors from making the Readers role having a relationship with Emma's character later on in the show. Turns out the directors were just a bunch of jerks who wanted to stir up some drama amongst their actors and as filming goes, the reader started to gain feelings for Emma but kept on denying it (but then started becoming distant towards Jenna) until Reader and Emma had to film a kissing scene together and after it Reader decides to confess what she truly feels to Jenna and they have this whole fight and break up (no happy ending). I explained it really messy but I hope its alright.

Only write if your comfortable with the idea of course!

Cheater

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Some more angsttt😍 I hope you like it🤍✨

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After a lot of research you and your girlfriend Jenna finally found a show where to act together. It was a Netflix show that talked about Wednesday Addams, in the 21st century Wednesday was the perfect role for Jenna and of course she auditioned for that, and you auditioned for a potential love interest of hers. You two loved portraying a couple even in your shows and so did your fans. They were so happy when they would get to see bot of you on set. After having sent your auditions, you got called by the director, to get more of a glimpse of both of you.

That day Jenna had just finished filming for her new upcoming movie “X” when you two joined the zoom call with the directors. “Hello there. So you’re Jenna and (Y/N) I assume.” Both of you nodded. “Well both of your auditions have got us really intrigued by you two. What kind of relationship do you have with each other?” He asked “we’re a couple. And we would love if this gets transmitted on screen, too. We know that directors search for chemistry in a couple to put on tv, and we have a lot of it” Jenna started “yes exactly. And since you’re also looking for a potential love interest for Wednesday, I sent my audition for that role.” You added, hoping for a positive response.

“Well, looks like you convinced us, girls. It seems like we have a new couple here” both of you smiled excitedly at the news and in around two weeks you were both heading to Romania to get to know the other actors, as well as the directors, the recording crew, all of them. You found yourself particularly drawn to Emma. You two immediately clicked, it felt like you had known each other forever and it felt amazing. Recordings eventually started and you and Jenna were thrilled about being a couple in the show, too. No one had given you the full scripts yet but according to what the directors said when they gave you the role, you were gonna be a couple on the show, 90%.

Unluckily you happened to be part of that 10% because you soon found out that your character was gonna be in a relationship with Emma’s. You and Jenna were of course both upset and ended up arguing with the directors, but obviously they were in charge of everything so you just had to follow their orders, to your dismay. They even told you that they wanted to see the chemistry, so they also forced you to spend more time with Emma. You loved her, yes, but as a friend. This would take away the only free time you had with Jenna and it was really bothering you. You hated that, you barely had time to rest and when you had some free time, you were always too tired and always slouched in bed, with Jenna already asleep because you were finish filming pretty late at night and didn’t want to wake her up.

You hated how distant the two of you were getting. You barely had time for a kiss, you were shooting scenes in different places and you didn’t even talk to each other. You started going paranoid when you realized that your “friendly” love for Emma was turning into something more than friendly. You didn’t want that. You loved Jenna, you wanted Jenna and only her, yet even if your heart thought this, your head wanted to replace Jenna with Emma. Emma was present every day, while Jenna wasn’t (not for any of your’s fault.) and you struggled with this every day. At some point you finally had a break from set. It was thanksgiving day and you would be spending it with Jenna.

When the two of you saw each other you immediately hugged each other. “I miss you so much Baby…” Jenna said. She was really affectionate towards you, but recently both of you had been lacking of each other’s physical touch and it was showing. She soon got on her tippy toes to kiss you, but for some reason it felt different. At first you didn’t understand why, but then you realized, you had feelings for Emma. When your girlfriend pulled away from you, you smiled at her. But it was a different smile and she immediately noticed that. “Baby what’s wrong?” She asked as she took your hand. “Nothing’s wrong honey.. I’m just really tired” she looked at you with worried eyes “we can stay in bed and cuddle if you want” she asked you, which only made you smiled slightly. You loved her you really did, just not the same. You just didn’t want to hurt her so you said nothing.

“No it’s okay honey we can go have lunch together” you smiled at her. You wanted to do everything in your power to fall back in love with her. And you did, but nothing was working. For weeks you tried, but to no avail. One night you came back from filming, you thought Jenna was asleep so you sat on your shared bed with hands in your hair. Too bad Jenna wasn’t asleep “babe you’ve been acting weird recently, ever since thanksgiving. Please just tell me what’s going on… you’re distant and I hate that.” You thought for a while… you couldn’t lie to her. You knew this much. But you had to. “I’m just really down that we don’t spend much time together anymore. It just sucks…”

You went on with this excuse for weeks, and slowly but surely she wasn’t trusting you anymore and you noticed that. Everything changed when you had to shoot a kiss scene with Emma. After kissing her you confirmed your true feelings once again, and also come to the realization that you couldn’t lie to Jenna anymore. By now even Emma had spoken her feelings for you and you didn’t want to hide it from Jenna… you had to talk to her, and you decided to do so when you went back to the trailer after filming. “Jen we need to talk…” you said and sat on the bed, having noticed that she was still awake. “Yeah, we do… will you finally tell me what’s going on?” You nodded, but tears started making their way up to your eyes.

“I have feelings… for Emma..” you said lowering your voice tone as you looked down. “What?” She asked in disbelief. “But you’re with me.. how can you have feelings for her?” Her heart rate started increasing and you were starting to go into panic. You knew that you’d end up hurting her.. “it’s just that I’ve been spending a lot of time with her recently and I’ve realized my feelings for her… don’t get me wrong I love you, but I think I love her more and I didn’t want to hide this any longer and hurt you.” A couple tears left your eyes as you said so. “Please tell me you’re joking..” she whispered, you heard how she was trying so hard to suppress sobs. “I’m not… I’m so sorry… can we still be friends?” You asked. You knew though that you had fucked up, and there was no way in hell that she would still wanna be friends.

“Do you seriously think you can treat me like a fucking puppet, after this crap you pull on me you think I would still wanna be your friend?” She was sobbing by now. “Jen I just don’t wanna lose you-“ she quickly interrupted you “I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve made your decision.. goodbye.”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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scoops ahoy!

summary: a commercial is being shot for the new starcourt mall and scoops ahoy is involved.

WC: 2K

warnings: nothing!

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

im a little annoyed that the specific gif im looking for is gone!!!!

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April 17, 1985

“Okay, so (Y/n), you’ll stand behind the register and say ‘Ahoy!’ Then Robin will walk in with an ice cream cone, hold it out, and also say ‘Ahoy!’ Got it?”

You vaguely nodded at the director after she gave the instructions.

She walked away to stand behind the camera and watch everything through a monitor. There were about ten people scattered in the small ice cream shop, with someone holding a boom mic standing close enough so he could pick up your voices.

You glanced over to Robin, her strawberry ice cream cone with sprinkles and a cherry was held with a napkin in her hands. You both exchanged nervous smiles, not excited to be in front of a camera, especially if it was an ad for Starcourt. It means everyone is gonna know that both of you work at the sailor-themed shop, along with the mandatory uniforms.

You tried to get Eddie a job, but the second you mentioned the outfits he automatically declined and when he actually saw you in yours, he fell to his knees and laughed for three minutes straight.

You and Robin were desperate for money and it helped when you had work experience in food service, you helped Robin out and lied saying she also worked at the pizza place with you, Eddie your ‘manager’ was put down if they wanted to call.

The both of you got the job at the same time in March, so after about a month of work, you were feeling pretty confident in your ice cream skills. That is until your manager, Jason, some twenty-something-year-old guy, told you and Robin a day beforehand that they were filming a commercial and that he signed the both of you up for Scoops.

You talked about it over the phone with Steve when you got home from work after dropping Robin off at her house. Uniform still on, back against the wall, wire twisted in your grasp with the phone held to your ear.

“Baby, I can stop by during your shift. Would that cheer you up?”

A pout formed on your lips, “a little.”

Now as you stand behind the counter waiting for the director to call action, you hope Steve arrives when the crew leaves the store.

“Okay, everyone!” The director shouted, “places!” and when her crew moved and settled, you tried to will your heart to slow down, but it wasn’t working.

“Action!”

A fake smile was pointed into the lens of the camera, fists braced at your hips, not knowing what else to do with them. You waited for a signal to speak and when a finger was pointed towards you, you looked directly down the barrel with dead eyes and fake enthusiasm, “Ahoy!”

Robin came in a second later with the ice cream lightly melting under the bright lights, she thrusted it out, and with her jittery self, “Ahoy!” She got out without a single voice crack.

No one called cut or stop so the both of you just kept up the fake smiles until they hurt your cheeks. And what felt like an hour was probably only a minute before the director called cut. Both of you drop the happy face to resting poses, and one would say you have a resting bitch face.

“Okay, that was great girls! We’re just gonna do a few more takes so we have enough versions.” And they set everything up for a second take.

“Can I eat the ice cream?” Robin asked, a drop of strawberry making its way down the cone.

The director stared for a moment, chin resting in her hands, “sure, actually for this take, (Y/n) will come in with the ice cream. Both of you switch places.”

So the second take was with Robin at the counter and you were walking in with a cone, a different flavor, and toppings. Variety as the director said.

“Cut! Okay, let’s take a break and be back in thirty. One more shot and that’s it for the day.”

The shop was closed during the filming so you and Robin just flipped into an empty booth, her leaning her head on the top of the cushions as you just ate your cone. You wanted the day to be over already.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me pick a flavor?” A deep voice spoke, one your zoned-out brain didn’t catch.

“We’re closed at the moment.” Not even looking at the person.

“Oh, well I was told my girlfriend wanted me here. To cheer her up.”

Wild eyes and ice cream smeared over your lips and chin, you jerked your head to look at Steve, pretty Steve, your pretty Steve.

“Oh, god, if this day couldn’t get any worse,” you heard Robin mumble. You knew she was just playing.

You saw the roll of Steve’s eyes before he entered your side of the booth, arms immediately looping around your waist. He peered at you like you were his life source, the sunlight to his growing flower, the oxygen flowing through his veins. He was the sun to your moon.

“Hi pretty girl, how’s work been,” he questioned as he wiped his fingers over the ice cream stains, fingers popping in his mouth to clean them off.

A bite to your bottom kept the cheeky smile from appearing, knowing Robin would whine if she heard even a hint of flirting.

“Eh, but better know that you’re here.” You leaned closer to him.

He grinned at the statement, always happy to hear he makes your day better. You wanted to pounce on him right there but stopped yourself, for Robin’s sanity. So you settled on a simple peck to his lips, then one on his cheek, two over his freckles then a final one to his nose.

“What time you get off?” Steve chased you for a second kiss.

You granted his wish, “Uh-” you grabbed Steve’s wrist and turned his watch your way, “should be another half-hour. Think they want one more take before we’re done with filming. Then the store reopens, sadly.”

“And sticky little children are gonna come storming in, their piercing screams making me want to stab my ears.” Robin’s raspy voice piped up beside you, your giggles showing your agreement.

The three of you got sucked into your conversations, you and Robin gossiping about something that happened in your English class earlier that day, Steve chiming in every now and then wanting to be nosey as well. Your ice cream was being shared between you both, Robin groaning and gagging at the display.

Before you know it, the film crew came back from their break. They were setting everything right for the final shot, hopefully, the final image. You and Robin slid out of the vinyl booth, throwing those annoying sailor hats back atop your crowns. Steve stood behind you, arm thrown over your shoulder, and watched as the different men and women moved around the cramped space. The director came over, presumably to give you and Robin your new directions, but she stopped short.

“Uh, who’s this?” She pointed a rolled paper towards Steve.

You pointed a thumb at him, “he’s- he’s my boyfriend, Steve,” your head turned to smile at him.

“Would you like to be in the commercial?” She blurted out.

“Uh- well…” he turned his head at you, wanting some type of confirmation from you, all you did was shrug your shoulders and throw a smile, “uh, sure. Yeah, that’s cool.”

She walked away with a smile and wandered towards your manager. They both headed to the breakroom for a few minutes then reentered the front of the store, a scoops uniform in hand.

“Oh, Stevie,” you were trying to hold the laugh in your throat.

“What- Oh god, no.”

“Oh, oh this might be the best birthday gift ever!” Robin chuckled beside Steve, a look of horror painted on his face.

“Robin, your birthday was last month.”

She just scuffed, “So what? It was a bad birthday, anyway.”

“I took you bowling and we went out for dinner! I even bought you a new tape!” You reminded her.

The two of you bickered back and forth for a few, too distracted to notice that Steve was pulled away. And when you finally picked up on his absence the director told you he was in the bathroom getting changed into the uniform. So you hurried behind the ice cream bar and pushed the swinging back doors open, heading to stand behind the closed door.

“Steve…” your knuckles rap against the navy blue door, “Stevie, everything okay?”

There was only silence on his end and it was worrying you a bit, “Steve, can you at least unlock the door? I’m- I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it.”

Once again silence, then the click of the lock turning. The door was free and with a quick turn of the knob, you slowly opened the door and peeked your head inside. It was a small bathroom so you didn’t have to search for Steve, he was standing right in your eyesight, staring himself down in the gross mirror.

The navy blue uniform seemed to fit Steve, apparently, your manager had different uniforms on hand. His outfit was a bit different from yours and Robin’s, the shorts being the same with the two white stripes lining the bottoms of the shorts' legs. But the top was different, whereas yours is a navy blue and white striped shirt accompanied by a white collar and red ascot topped with the navy vest with an ice cream cone on your right side and your name tag on the left, Steve’s was just navy blue. Okay, well they still held similar designs, he had the two white stripes on the shirt cuffs along with the cone ironed to his right bicep. There looked to be a red and white striped area to cover the rest of his chest, which you were thankful for since you didn’t want any girls peering at his chest hair. And the only other difference was the white apron around his waist.

He held the horrid sailor hat in a tight grip, probably wishing to burn it to ashes. “Steve, you look so-”

“Stupid,” he cut you off not allowing for your sentence to finish before he harshly judged himself.

You scoffed at the mean comment, “no, I was gonna say you look handsome.” Standing beside him as you wrapped your arms tight along his bicep, head resting below his shoulder.

He looked away from the mirror and cocked his head at you, “handsome?”

You turned your head up, chin digging into the muscle, “Charming? Pretty?”

“I know you’re my girlfriend-” “I’ll never get used to that sentence…but continue, sorry.”

That prompted a smile from him, causing one from you out of reflex, his free hand sliding to the side of your face, thumb resting into your plush cheek, “I know you’re my girlfriend, but you gotta be honest with me here. This outfit depleted all my Harrington charm.”

“Okay, well a few things there are wrong. One, you don’t even work at scoops so this is only for a thirty-second shot, two I didn’t know you were planning on picking up girls in this get-up,” Steve rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, “(Y/n), you know that’s not what I mean.”

“Okay, then let me finish,” you tapped his nose, “three, I think it’s actually helping you.”

He stared at you like you were crazy, “did you hit your head?” The hand resting on your cheek moved to the back of your head to find any bumps.

You moved your hands to rest against his waist, which, “I think you actually look pretty hot, also this shirt is short enough that your stomach flashes when you raise your arms too high. So, yeah, this ridiculous sailor outfit adds even more of your Harrington charm.”

“Have I told you how lucky I am?” “A few times, but a few more wouldn't hurt.”

Your smiling faces leaned into each other, Steve’s tilting down and you pushing on your toes to reach him halfway. And you get a simple press of your lips, nothing going too far because you’re in your gross work bathroom, and also, “Hey lovebirds! We’re ready!”

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saintqueer · 2 years

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This is why I follow you Jordy. So tired of fandom dividing into the ‘crazy Larries’ and the ‘calm and cool Larries’. Like the entire premise of Larry is considered crazy— there’s literally no point in ignoring potential signs from them in favour of being liked by some anti. At this point we’re not gonna be different from the hets in a few years. So what if it was a reach and we were wrong? At least we’re receptive. Harry and Louis need people who are open to their messaging ffs. 1/2

hiiii anon, if you don't mind i'm gonna use your messages to make my thoughts on the crazy shit going on with promo and the leak a little clearer.

i said i'd make a longer post on exactly why i think harry is a loose cannon right now, why he is reminding me of aug-nov 2014 harry a bit.

i wanted to use your messages as a jumping off point because i think you are right when you say an album leaking more than a month before release date is strange as fuck. this fandom is not unfamiliar with leaks, even purposeful leaks, leaks for promo, etc. but an album leaking exactly one whole month before release breaks pattern and is a huge risk for sales and streaming numbers. a week before release wouldn't have too much impact and might just drum up excitement but a whole month before risks diminished numbers from hardcore fans once actual release comes around.

i'm gonna simply offer a few strange things i've noticed in the past few weeks and allow you to draw your own conclusions:

i've heard from multiple sources that sony was NOT behind the leak and they were scrambling to figure out the source.

the album was leaked on 4.20, the wednesday before coachella weekend 2. the exact same day that lizzo was contacted by harry to perform I Will Survive with him. incredibly last minute and unusual for a festival so big.

louis was in an excellent mood on his 4.20 concert and We Are the Champions was the post-show song.

a bunch of unreleased songs, most of us had accepted we might never hear, were piled on with the leak of hs3 which is a bit unusual.

harry's mood and demeanor at coachella weekend 2 was chaotic, to put it simply kdjfghkdj. he was a bit wild, strangely aggressive and intense.

he added medicine to his set only after the studio recording leaked. and he was fascinatingly explicit in his performance of it.

on saturday, harry is seen with the entire stunt crew and he looks entirely stoic and uncomfortable except when conversing with corden. the videos are legit painful to watch. he looks incredibly anxious and is constantly looking around. we've seen harry have fun at concerts and this was not that.

harry's magazine cover debuts along with an interview that is at the same time more revealing than usual and also filled with repeat quotes that are slighted altered. i couldn't help but get the feeling that harry offered an in-depth interview that was cut and spliced with chunks taken out and replaced with old quotes altered in the final revision and okay from his team. part of it felt like it didn't match with the rest. so i believe the sections where he talks about his cleanliness clause and celeb documentaries were representative of the whole interview he actually gave but big chunks were taken out after the fact by his team to be replaced with the bits we recognized from so many previous print interviews.

olivia was served on stage on the 4.27 and the next day, on the 28th, harry is papped driving in LA.

later that night, harry posts directly to his IG story (nothing on HSHQ) an extremely low quality pic that, according to an app, was only taken 10 minutes previously of the back of the album laid out on the grass.... (grass...the album was leaked on 4.20...weed....maryjane...dots connecting)

a whole hour later, a proper high quality picture of the tracklist is posted by hshq. almost as if harry went rogue, announced it early and hshq had to scramble to catch up.

on 4.30, we get 60+ pap pics and videos from backgrid of harry and jeff on a hike in LA. these are likely quite a bit older than the 30th. as it seems like harry might have been in london yesterday. however, things look tense. even worse than they have looked and harry has looked pissy pretty much every time he is papped or spotted with jeff since after the grammys in early 2021.

any and all articles that have been coming out this week about harry with either these pap pics with jeff or the ones in his car have revolved entirely around olivia without mention of his new upcoming album.

everything around this promo is odd and off. plus them not getting harry out of this messy legal situation with his beard is ugly. it seems they are doing the opposite, rather than using any pap pics for promoting his upcoming album they are using them to publicize her messy shitty legal situation for abandoning her own children.

i realize i just kind of messily threw out a bunch of random facts but all these feel like really important things that have taken place over the last few weeks. that if they were put together with the billion other strange things that have been going on around harry over the last two years might help to start make sense of what's happening behind the scenes.

all that to say: the low quality picture of the back of the cd on a patch of grass being posted on harry's ig only made me far more sure in my theory that harry leaking his own album is somehow related to harry's, what appears to me, ongoing beef with his own management team.

this is not by any means comprehensive but my groupchat buds are composing a huge masterpost of all the shady shit thats been going on surrounding harry over the past two years so that should be coming soon. it's a really long list kjfhgkj.

#thanks so much anon for letting me use your kind message to go over on a long ramble that hopefully at least partly sensical #love yall for entertaining all these theories #and remember keep throwing crazy shit out there #you are right that the only way these things become powerful is if we notice them #so keep noticing shit even if you turn out wrong #anon

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Her First Gold -P1-

Bloodline x Wrestler!Black! Fem Reader

SFW! 18+!

Word Count: 689

“I need to get some gold soon…” Y/N sighed as she watched the bloodline do their promo for tonight. She was apart of bloodline but she didn’t come out this time. Roman wanted her to but she felt she would like a soar thumb. Everyone had a belt. Solo just won the United States belt from Seth Rollins humiliating him on TV. She felt left out. Seeing her guys out there without her did make her sad but even fans would ask ‘why is she there and she doesn’t even have a belt?’ Or ‘What’s her reason for being in the top crew in both brands?’ She rested her head on her knees as she brought them up to her body, she needs a miracle. It cut to commercial and she heard her men coming down the hall. She didn’t want them to see her sad so she just sat cris cross acting like she’s on her phone.

They came in the lounge she was in and were chanting excited for tonight. Roman paused it especially from Sami. “Princess you good?” Y/N nodded smiling and went back on her phone on twitter. They shrugged it off sitting down chilling mostly. Soon Y/Ns face dropped in anger. Bianca Belair was all over her timeline on twitter. “Fuck I need her belt.” She hissed low. “Baby girl you mumbling.” Jimmy mentioned and she looked up looking at them. Paul being nosy he smirked. “She’s looking at Belair.” Y/N threw a pillow at Paul but Sami got it chuckling. “Do boy…” she hissed folding her arms. “Baby why not challenge her?” Roman asked. “It’s not that easy. I just came from NXT like Solo. She’s not gonna wanna wrestle me.” She whined. “Not with you whining like that baby.” Jey added. “Oh you’re right I’m so sorry mister both brands on his arm.” She mocked. “Y/N enough.” Roman bellowed and she sat back rolling her eyes.

“I can probably set something up.”

Y/N shot a look at Roman. “I know you wanna do this yourself baby…” He got up and crouched in front of her chair. “-but can you trust your chief?” She looked at him direct eye contact. “…You know I trust you daddy…” she said defeated. He smiled and he looked up seeing Belair getting on camera. “Get daddy’s jacket on. Let’s get you a chance.” He smiled. She nodded and Jimmy tossed her his red jacket. Roman held the door for her smiling and they walked out. “You come out when she opens her big ass mouth.” He smiled and kissed her cheek, she nodded and sat back and watched.

Bianca was doing her promo being more cocky than usual. “I had this belt for too damn long.” She laughed. The crowd went nuts. Soon the bloodline music started. Roman smirked walking out. The crowd did a bigger cheer than for bianca. Belair rolled her eyes and looked dead at him. He grabbed the mic and smiled. “You are right miss Belair, you had it way too damn long. You need a break baby?” Belair’s face turned into a mean mug. “No I don’t need a break ‘chief’.” She smiled doing quotes. “I mean it sounds like you do. How bout you defend it one more time?” He challenged Belair. “God Roman, I know you’re collecting belts but you can’t get this one baby.” She mocked and danced around some. “Oh I know.” He smirked and soon the music started again. Y/Ns theme Blasted in the arena, she smirked skipping out stopping at Roman looking dead at Bianca, full eye contact. “You kidding right? Your poodle?” Y/Ns smirk turned to a big frown from that name. Her attire consisted of her natural hair, Afro puffs included. “What? You scared you might get bit?” She said in the mic and Roman smiled a bit. “Ok ok I’ll bite. Roman you are trying to dress up ya family dolls, and you need to complete the collection huh? Ok. Here’s what imma do. I’ll take that challenge, we can fight next week. But if you lose, which no doubt you will-“

“-You take yo ass back to NXT.”

Y/Ns heart dropped. But she kept her composure. Roman was about to say she’s not taking it, then she asked for the mic and smiled. “Accepted.” Roman blinked and sighed a bit. Y/N wants that belt, but if she doesn’t get it, this just proves she needs more work. Solo worked hard for his gold, this is gonna be her challenge.

In the lounge, everyone is silent. Paul paced a bit trying to find words. But Sami found em quick, “What the fuck is she doing?” Solo smiled. “She’s being dumb. Kind of like me.”

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29. Pounding Headache (Alt 3)

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“Hopefully this second crew should be here shortly and we can get you both off to hospital. Have you got someone to come and be with the kids?”

"Kit and Bug are seventeen."

“I’m sure it would be nice for them to have someone with them?”

"I don't know if anyone replied." He was starting to get more than a little tired of the situation, the nausea still there and the pain creeping in.

“Do you want us to call someone?”

"Maybe, yeah."

“How’s that pain? Do you want something?”

Harrison struggled to pay attention to the paramedic, rubbing his face with a groan. "Wait, what? I didn't get that."

“Painkillers?”

"For me?"

“Yeah, for you. If you’ve got pain.”

He dropped his head to his hands. "Yeah, a bit."

“I’ll get you something for that, then.”

As the paramedic busied himself sorting drugs, Harrison turned to Alfie. "Bug? Can…can you call Grandad Steve? Or one of your uncles?"

Alfie nodded. “Yeah, I’ll call them.” He said softly.

"Thanks, Bug." He forced a watery smile. "You're doing amazing."

“Are you gonna be okay?” He asked, unable to help himself.

"Me?" His heart broke, and he stretched a hand out. "Ah, Bug, come here."

“You look like shit.” He mumbled, reaching for his Dad’s hand.

He squeezed it tight. "I'm okay, I promise. I've just got a headache, just a little bit of blood. I'm always, always, not very well for a bit after I hit my head, but then I'm better the next day. I'm even better from a few minutes ago."

While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t entirely the truth. The nausea had subsided, but the pain was overwhelming. He forced himself to give Alfie a smile, trying to make it seem okay.

“Still, though. Can we go with you?”

"Do you not want to stay here? Someone will come be with you."

“I don’t want to leave you.”

"You know I'll be okay." He promised. "I'll ask, yeah? You should be okay to."

He hesitated then. “Levi.”

"Mm?"

“Can he come? Or should we stay with him?” Alfie didn’t know what to do, too used to his Dads taking control. But now both of them weren’t well, and he wasn’t sure how to cope.

"What does he want to do?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

Harrison sighed, doing his best to not snap. It wasn’t Alfie's fault, and he could see his son was stressed and worried about them, but the pounding headache that had settled was testing his patience.

"Go speak to Leaf, call your grandad, and then come back." He said.

The second crew arrived as Alfie headed through to the kitchen, and Harrison couldn't help the groan. The extra people just added to the noise and activity, and couldn't be arsed to deal with it. He didn't bother raising his head as the first paramedic crouched by him again, wordlessly holding his arm out for the medication.

"There you go, give that a moment to work, okay?"

His noise in agreement was more of a groan than a hum, his eyes closed as he rested his head back in his hands.

Alfie was glad to get away from the noise for a minute, as the second crew arrived and started to fuss. It was overwhelming and all just too much. He didn’t know where his little brother was, or his twin, but he gripped the kitchen counter, tears suddenly springing to his eyes. He pulled out his phone, dialling for Steve. He’d help, he always did.

Steve answered quickly, his heart breaking. "Alfie? I'm on my way, I'm not going to be long."

“Grandpa Steve?” He whimpered, trying so desperately to stop the tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. I know it's scary. You're being so brave, though."

“I don’t know what to do. I-I want to go with them but I don’t know about Kieran and Levi and everything and what if I’m not allowed to go, or they make me leave in hospital, and what if they’re not okay and they ask me questions and…” He trailed off, totally overwhelmed.

"It's okay. Where's Hars? Is he taking to the ambulance now? Why don’t you ask him when he's free? See what he thinks, hmm?"

He sniffed. “I can’t. He’s… he’s hurt too, they’re both not well. They called a second ambulance.”

Steve took a second, of course his son wouldn't make things easy. "What did he do?"

“I… I don’t know, he said he fell? Hit the kitchen c-cabinets and hit his head. He’s been sick, and it’s bleeding everywhere, and there’s paramedics with him too and I don’t know what to do, because I dont want to leave him but I don’t want to leave Kieran and Levi if they don’t want to come and I don’t want them to see me like this, not Levi.”

"Bug, take a breath. It's okay." Steve soothed. "Harrison has always been sick when he hits his head, he always has been. And head injuries, however small, bleed a lot. You split your head open when you were younger, and it looked like you'd tipped a bottle of juice on the floor. I know it's scary, you're being so brave. So, so brave."

“I don’t know what to do.”

"Just take a moment, take a deep breath, breathe it all out. You're being so brave, Alfie. You're doing really well."

Alfie forced a deep breath, fighting against the sobbing, and managed to get a little bit of control. “Sorry.”

"Don't apologise, you're okay."

“I… I don’t know what to do.”

"You don't need to do anything, you're okay."

“But I do.”

"Not right now. Get yourself a glass of water and take a moment."

“But Dads…”

"They're being looked after, aren't they?" He said softly. "I'm only a few minutes away.

He sniffed again. “I guess.”

"Think what your Dads would say."

“He just said to call you.”

"So that I could do the thinking for you, so you didn't have to worry."

“I need to find Levi.”

"He'll be around."

“The house is so busy.”

"I know, it will be. They're just doing their job."

“I don’t like it.”

"I know, kiddo. I know. Is the front door unlocked?"

“Yeah.”

"Alright. Did you get your glass of water?"

“No.” He admitted.

"Get that for me, okay? I'm just pulling into the estate now."

“Okay.” He mumbled, reaching into the cupboard for a glass.

"Thank you."

He filled it with water, sniffing again and trying to stop the tears. “Sorry.”

"Don't apologise, Alfie. You're doing really well."

“Are you nearly here?”

"Just parking, kiddo."

“Okay.”

Steve didn't put the phone down until he was inside, calling through to the living room but heading straight for the kitchen. He pulled Alfie in for a hug, holding his grandson close.

Alfie wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

"You're okay, you’re okay." He murmured. "You've been so brave."

“I should find Kieran and Levi.”

"I'll go get them, you stay here, hmm?"

“Okay.”

"I won't be long." He promised.

Alfie nodded, feeling infinitely guilty. It should be him helping, not Steve, but he felt rooted to the spot.

Steve headed upstairs, where he found Levi and Kieran. The older brother was comforting Levi, keeping him distracted. The relief was so obvious on his face as he saw Steve, dropping the tablet and rushing at his grandfather.

"Grandad!"

"Hey, Kit." He pulled him in for a hug, Levi quickly joining them. "And Levi, there we go. You two are okay."

Levi pulled back, moving to sit on his bed again. "Are dads really sick?"

Steve sighed. "Tai's doing a lot better, but he'll have to go in with having such a low. And Hars, the idiot, he's always been sick when he hits his head. He always has, always used to have my life with it. So he'll have to go and get checked, but it probably just looks worse than it is."

Kieran dropped his head. "Is Alfie okay? I'm sorry, I had to leave, I couldn't…it was just…I'm sorry, I -"

"Hey, it's okay." Steve's heart broke, and he reached to rub Kieran's back. "You don't need to apologise. He's just worried about you two. Obviously your dads are going to have to go in the ambulance, but do you want to go with them?"

Kieran paled. "In the ambulance?"

"No, no. You don't have to, you can come with me in the car."

He let out a shaky breath. "Okay."

"Could I go with dad?"

"I'm sure you'll be allowed, Leaf." Steve gave him a smile. "Right, I'm gonna go check on them, make sure they're behaving now, eh? Why don’t you two stay up here? Maybe grab your dads' hospital bags, just in case?"

"We can do that." Kieran nodded. "Thanks, grandad."

"You're welcome, Kit. Just give me a shout if you need anything, okay? I love you boys."

Happy they were okay enough upstairs, Steve returned downstairs. He popped his head back into the living room, taking a second as he finally noticed the state of the room.

"You've made an impressive mess, kid." He sighed. "You alright, Tai?"

Tai gave a shrug. "Been better. Think Hars is worse than me."

Harrison cracked an eye open in his direction. "Oh. Hi dad."

He walked over to Harrison's side. "How are you feeling?"

He learned into his arm on his shoulder. "Fucking shit. I feel like my head is going to explode. And they've even been nice and given me morphine."

"Not good, eh?" He winced as he caught sight of the lac the paramedic was cleaning. "You've done a pretty number there, what happened?"

Harrison didn't answer for a moment, all too aware Steve would see through his lies. "I hit my head on the counter."

"Was it your leg again?" Tai asked from across the room.

"Mm. Something like that."

"Harrison." Steve warned.

"Ooh, full name. I'm in trouble."

Tai snickered from the other sofa. "Uh oh."

"What happened, Hars?" He hated the thought, the worry that he might have been drinking, but Harrison knew better, was better. He knew that really.

"It wasn't his fault." He said quietly.

Tai frowned. "Who?"

Harrison closed his eyes. "You wouldn't let me help you, I asked to do your sugars and I was in the way."

"No." Tai was pale, the nausea overwhelming.

"Oh, Hars."

"You didn't mean it, I know you didn't." His voice wavered and he took a shaky breath. "You wanted past me, I guess. You…you shoved me pretty hard."

The room was silent. Harrison didn't dare to raise his head, couldn't bring himself to look at his husband. Tai, on the other hand, couldn't look away. He could feel the panic in his chest, and the monitor was quick to protest.

"Hars." His voice cracked, his emotion obvious. He didn't yet trust his legs to hold him up, but all he wanted was to hold his husband. "Hars, love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have…I don’t… I'm sorry."

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never-ending-fanfic · 10 months

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my friend, my dear,, pls,,, rebels ask game numbers 1-30 👁👁 (and course feel free to break into chunks or anything I just NEED TO KNOW- I'm genuinely so interested in your thoughts)

This is my absolute favourite way of receiving an ask ♥️♥️♥️ Thank you for that!!!

I already answered 1 and 28 right here, 16 and 27 right here and 29 right here

This is gonna be a lot so let's get started

2. Which episode did you not like at first but grew on you after one or more rewatches?

I don't think I disliked any episode

3. How do you feel about the Ahsoka show being live-action Rebels season 5?

I have a complicated relationship with live-actions and I'd personally prefer they just make animated Rebels season 5 xd and I'm kinda scared they're gonna destroy the Rebels characters in that or totally disregard the show because some fans didn't watch it so they feel they can (and that they totally ignore important characters like Zeb and Kallus), I'm also too much behind all newer Star Wars shows so I don't really feel much about Ahsoka show yet, at least not til I catch up on the rest

4. Who is your favourite one-off character on the show?

Hm Zare Leonis I think, I liked the kiddo and kinda expected more of him later but he never reappeared

5. If you could change one (non-death-related) plot point in the show, what would you change?

Off a hard one, non-death-related? I guess I'd want to see more of Kallus in season 4 and more of the clones in general

6. What are your two favourite ships from the show (canon or not)?

KALLUZEB AND KANERA

7. Who is one character you feel isn't appreciated enough by the fandom?

I stay in my safe corner of Kallus stans, but I'd say he is overlooked sometimes. He and Chopper, who is like, one of the most hilarious character in the entirety of Star Wars

8. If you couldn've added an episode/story arc to the show, what would it be?

Kallus' backstory for sure, bonus points if it's an angsty one

9. Obligatory "who's your favourite member of the crew?" question

Hard tie between all of them, thank you (read: all)

10. Aside from season 4 episode 10, which episode made you cry the most?

When in the end of Heroes of Mandalore: Part 1 Sabine's weapon gets used on her people and she thinks it killed her family, I WAS HEARTBROKEN

11. What is one joke/moment from the show that always makes you laugh?

"We stole a TIE fighter"

"You WHAT?!"

Never fails.

12. Which design of Sabine's hair and armour is your favourite?

Hair: white and violet, I adore it

Armour: season 3

13. Chopper vs Palpatine- who's making it out alive?

Ideally? Chopper. Realistically? Chopper.

14. What is your favourite moment of the crew being a family?

When Zeb admits to betting Chopper in Sabacc and Hera lectures him like a mom and then scolds Kanan like an angry wife (in Polish she literally says "what kind of example are you setting?")

15. What is your favourite Kanera moment?

Everytime Hera calls him "Love" ♥️ (in Polish- "Sun"☀️)

17. What is your opinion on the World Between Worlds?

I don't know honestly, but it's interesting

18. Where do you think Ezra has been all this time?

Out in the Unknown Regions with Thrawn, camping and bonding

19. What is one of your favourite Kanan moments?

When he acts like a drunk, embarrassing dad

20. What is one of your favourite Hera moments?

All, I love that woman (you should too)

21. What is one of your favourite Chopper moments?

Whenever he wrecks havoc, so like 98% of the time

22. What is one of your favourite Zeb moments?

That one part where after the battle over Atollon they get Kallus' coordinates and he looks so concerned abd scared for Kal ♥️

23. What is one of your favourite Sabine moments?

Her training with the darksaber

24. What is one of your favourite Ezra moments?

That part when he discovers he is Force Sensitive and saves Zeb's life

25. Which of Ezra's two lightsabers would you rather have?

First one, the original with a built in blaster

26. Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with AP-5 or Lieutenant Lyste?

Bold of you to assume I'd step into an elevator and besides the point I do like AP-5 unironically and would willingly spend time with him

30. Most under-rated episode?

The Future of the Force (S2E10)

#star wars rebels #star wars #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #sabine wren #ezra bridger #chopper #kanan jarrus #captain rex #yogar lyste #AP-5 #thrawn #palpatine

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random ash 101

ash won a league pretty early on in his journey, kinda sucks its not that big of a deal tho. so what if it was? just the beginning of a random au where being the orange island champion comes with more responsibilites and recognition. if anyone feels inspire to continue, please do!

He won.

Dragonite had put up a great fight, but in the end, his buddy had triumphed.

Drake had looked shocked at first. But the look soon turned into one of pride and amazement. He recalled dragonite and approached Ash.

“Congratulations Ash! If you follow me, you’ll find that we have a lot to discuss.”

Waving to his friends, he said “Go on guys, I’ll catch up with you later.”

He waited until Pikachu had hopped onto his shoulder before beginning to follow the supreme leader of the orange archipelago.

Drake led him into his office where he took his seat behind the desk and gestured for Ash to sit on the one in front of it.

The atmosphere felt so serious that Ash was filled with an overwhelming need to break it. “So what’s up, this seems very ominous if you know what I mean. He.” Pikachu added in an agreeable “pika”.

Drake chuckled before saying “Oh don’t worry. I’ve been told that I can be a little dramatic at times. Again, congratulations on your win. You could probably tell I was shocked earlier.”

“Yeah, I could see that, but how come? Tracey told me a bunch of trainers beat the challenge every year.”

“Yes, but you see Ash, we are considered the oldest league in existence. It's been around for almost 300 years. That's why this league might have seemed a bit different from the other leagues that you know. As an effort to integrate it with the other leagues, we joined the international league union a few years back. So, we increased the difficulty level by quite a lot as well.”

Taking a sip of water from the bottle on his desk, he continued “This is why no one has been able to complete the league recently. That is, except you. The rest of the crew and I agreed that whoever was the first to defeat all of us would become the next archipelago champion. So ash, do you accept the position?”

Ash was shocked speechless. Him a champion? Wow. Pikachu was in a similar daze. He had just won his best friend a championship. Remembering that Drake had asked him a question, he shook himself out of his stupor and answered with a wide grin on his face “What and all does being the champion entail exactly?”

“You keep surprising me Ash. It's nice to know that you want to know what exactly you would be responsible for instead of just agreeing right off the bat. Answering your question, I suppose you would help in the day to day running of the archipelago and representing us internationally. I will still handle the other trainers as the supreme gym leader, but if they manage to defeat me, then you must battle them to defend your champion title. It also would be a big help if you assisted me with the paperwork. Arceus knows why there’s so much for a place so small. Like all the other champions, you’d always receive a monthly salary”

“It sounds like a big responsibility, but I’d be down for all of that. I accept the position Drake!”

“Great, now if you and Pikachu could follow me to the victory hall, I’ll record you as the new champion.”

“You hear that buddy? We’re champions now!” Ash told his starter enthusiastically. Pikachu replied in a similar fashion with a happy “Pikaa pikachu”

“Oh and before I forget, here’s an official league phone for you. It has all the basic necessities and works as any other phone does. There’s also a messaging app in there with a group chat for all the champions. I’ll alert them soon about you. When you get back to the pokemon centre, just introduce yourself in the chat, alright?”

“Woah. The other champions are all in the chat? And I’m gonna join as well? So cool!” Ash practically had stars in his eyes.”

‘Ah, the joy of being young’ thought Drake.

Only after the shock had worn off did the exhaustion set in. By the time they had made it back to the pokemon centre, all he could do was faceplant onto his bed and sleep. Pikachu was the same case.

The sunlight seeping in through the window woke him up. Groggily, he glanced at the clock on the wall only to startle awake when he realised it was already 1. His stomach rumbled soon after. He quickly put on some actual clothes and scooped Pikachu up.

Making his way down to the lobby, he quickly spotted Misty and Tracey by the window. He made his way over to them. Tracey spotted him before Misty did, waving him over with a “Ash, good to see you're awake. When you came in last night you muttered what I can’t even guess it was before flopping over and sleeping like a log. I thought it was better if I didn’t wake you.”

Ash sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and replied “Heh yeah. I suppose we were way more tired than we realised.”

Misty fondly shook her head. A curious expression appeared on her face. “Hey Ash, what did Drake talk with you about?”

“Oh man. It was so awesome. Guess what? I’m the new orange island champion now! Apparently they made the challenge harder in recent years so they could integrate the league with the international circuit. I’m the first person who beat Drake after the change was made, so there you have it.”

“Huh, who would’ve thought? Brock’d love to hear this. However it was Pikachu who did all the work of course, didn’t you!” Misty exclaimed. She grabbed pikachu from Ash and smothered him with praise and cuddles.

Both Ash and Tracey sweatdropped, the latter shook it off before saying “That's awesome Ash. It's kinda cool to think that you’re a champion now. And of my home region to boot.”

“Thanks Tracey! It was a big shock at first but now I’m just so psyched. Oh before I forget, Drake said to send a message to the champions chat last night. Obviously I slept before I could do that.”

“The champions? As in all the other champions. Wow that's so cool! What do you think they’re like?”

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out,” replied Ash.

Misty stopped pampering Pikachu before sounding out a quick “Just don’t say something stupid.”

Ash ignored her before clicking onto the chatroom with Tracey looking over his shoulder. 217 notifications huh. Looks like he’d have a lot of scrolling to do.

Champions showdown.

LostInTheWoods: Yay we’re getting a new champion! And one so close to my age. It's been boring with only you seniors to talk to.

Tweety: Calm down pipsqueak, don’t bombard him when he gets here.

LostInTheWoods: SpEakIng of, when’s he gonna get here?

SugarYay: Sweetie, did you not listen to anything Drake said right after he announced the new champ?

LostInTheWoods: Hehe, maybe?

#ash ketchum #champion!ash ketchum #pokemon #snippet

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elocinnicole · 1 year

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Gym Rats

Chapter 6- Disconnected

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Black!Reader (Tierra Wright)

Chapter Rating: 18+ M for strong language throughout, implied smut, and dubious non-con

Series Rating: M for language, sexual situations, masturbation, alcohol, and drug use. 18+ MINORS DNI

Chapter Summary: Tierra's relationship with Shaun starts to affect her personal life.

Word Count: 2.6K

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“What do you mean we can’t break up? It’s not even fucking real!” Tierra exclaimed to her manager

“Look as soon as you guys dropped the song, we submitted it to the Grammys and you guys are on the shortlist. So, you two break up now and you can kiss the Grammys goodbye.” Julie explained Tierra rolled her eyes she hasn’t talked to Shaun since that night at the club and she doesn’t plan on talking to him anytime soon.

“Julie, promise me that after all of this is done, we can ‘break up’?”

“Maybe, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.” Tierra scoffed not satisfied with that answer but decided to drop it, she didn't want to keep beating a dead horse.

“Fine, what’s next on the agenda?” Tierra pressed, ready to leave this meeting

“Uh don’t forget the music video shoot for the song is tomorrow you need to be on set by 6:00 AM. Also, we need you to vlog the video shoot I got you a partnership with Neutrogena.”

“Julie, when were you gonna say something? I don’t even use Neutrogena.”

“I just told you, didn’t I?” Tierra scoffed in annoyance

“Also, this morning we just got word from the VMA’s they want you guys to perform the song this weekend. Taylor Swift dropped out and they needed a replacement.”

“So, I’m a second option?”

“Tierra you lucky you’re even an option at all. If you weren’t dating Shaun no one would want you on their stage and that’s the truth.” Julie said harshly

“Wow,” Tierra scoffed

“Tierra, that’s not what I meant.” Tierra ignored Julie as she gathered her things “Tierra! Come on,”

“I have to do some reshoots for black-ish. I’ll see you at the video shoot tomorrow.”

Tierra sat on set looking over the new script, Kenya had the “great idea” of doing a scene where Rainbow and Dre catch her character and Johan together in bed. Tierra couldn’t get her head straight; she was still upset over her meeting with Julie.

“What’s wrong, miss your boyfriend?” Daveed smirked as he walked past her

“Daveed, I don’t have time for your shit today.” She snapped; Daveed raised his hands in defense

“Wow, just trying to make conversation.”

“Didn’t want one,”

“The fuck is your problem?”

“Didn’t you tell me to leave you alone, maybe you should take your own advice?” Tierra turned away and joined the rest of the crew as they listened to the director.

“Alright so for this scene, it’s really quick we’re adding it to the end of the Sister, Sister episode.” The director set the scene, but the only thing Tierra could think about is Shaun, he’s tried calling her, but she’s been ignoring him since the weekend.

“Tierra?” Daveed called out to you

“Huh, what?”

“They need you in wardrobe.” She nodded before quickly walking off the set. Wardrobe didn’t take long she was only wearing a flesh-tone tube top with matching shorts. She went back to her trailer to drop off her phone and when she walked inside Shaun was sitting on the sofa. He looked at Tierra with a soft smile on his face, and when she didn’t return it, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Hey, babe.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked

“I wanted to talk.”

“How did you even get in here?”

“Girl, you know who I am,” He said smugly

“I’m working, Marvin.”

“Damn, you still calling me Marvin?” He joked

“You lucky I don’t call Security,” She challenged

“Aight, aight, aight, I’m being a jackass. I’m sorry, can we just pretend nothing happened,”

“No, Marvin we can’t just act as if nothing happened. Look I have to go back to work, they need me on set.” Tierra turned to leave but Marvin grabbed her wrist, causing her to jerk back.

“Why you in such a hurry? Trying to see Daveed?” Marvin accused with his face dangerously close to hers, that’s when Tierra got a whiff of his breath

“Have you been drinking?”

“Is that why you haven’t been answering my calls? You fuckin him already!” Marvin yelled Tierra shushed him

“Can you shut the fuck up before someone hears you!” Tierra said forcefully, truthfully, she was starting to get nervous as his grip on her tightened.

“Marvin let me go!”

“No, we gonna have this conversation now,” Just then Heavy knocks were at her trailer door, and before Tierra could respond, the door opened to reveal Anthony Anderson and Laurence Fishbourne. Marvin instantly let Tierra go and they sprung away from each other. The two men glared at Marvin

“Everything okay in here?” Laurence questioned

“Yeah, we good.” Marvin snapped,

“He was asking Tierra,” Anthony stressed he then looked at Tierra waiting for her answer.

“I’m fine, Anthony, I promise. We were just talking,” She insisted

“Well, they need you on set,” Anthony said not taking his eyes off Marvin “now.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,”

“We’ll walk together,” Laurence insisted, Tierra looked at Marvin before quickly leaving her trailer and following Anthony and Laurence to set.

“You sure you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Do you want us to make him leave?” Laurence offered

“No, it’s fine guys, really. We were just having a discussion.” She pressed, sensing that she didn’t want to talk about it further they dropped the topic.

“Thanks for tonight, Johan I had fun,” Melody said as she played with Johan’s hair

“Are you thanking me for sex?” Johan questioned genuinely confused

“No! Moron, for the date, this was just a bonus.” She flirted

“We’re back home Corbin Bleu” The sound of Andre’s voice startled them

“I thought you said they were going out for dinner!” Melody whispered loudly

“They’re back earlier, hide.” Melody quickly dipped beneath the covers the door opened and Rainbow’s smile flattered

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were still up.”

“Yep, I’m asleep, no, I’m not asleep obviously, my eyes are still open. I am about to fall asleep.” Rainbow frowned

“Why are you acting so weird?”

“Acting weird? You usin’ drugs in my house Hippie?” Andre accused approaching the guest room. Johan groaned inwardly why is everyone coming to his room?

“No, I’m just tired long day.” He insisted with nervousness, Andre examined the room and could clearly see someone was hiding next to Johan.

“You got some floozy in my house!”

“What?”

“Who is that next to you?”

“Is it Ruby?” Rainbow whispered

“What?! You corrupted my Mama! Mama!”

“Boy, I’m right here, what’s wrong?”

“What, you ain’t sleep with Johan?”

“I wish,” She said winking at Johan.

“Then who’s that?” Rainbow asked, Melody meekly poked her head from underneath the covers earning a gasp from everyone.

“Melody?” Andre cracked, Rainbow smirked, and Ruby glared at the girl next to “Her” Johan.

“Hi,”

“And CUT! That was great guys, I think we got in the first take, for safety let’s do it one more time.” Tierra was going back to her position when she caught Daveed looking at her.

“What?”

“Your wrist,” he said quietly

“Huh?”

“Your wrist, there’s a bruise.” Tierra looked down and went wide-eyed sure enough there was already a bruise forming from when Marvin grabbed her earlier

“Oh,”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Tierra—”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Places!”

After shooting the scene, Tierra rushed back to wardrobe and then her trailer. She wasn’t surprised to see Marvin there, he was sleeping. Tierra rolled her eyes and started to gather all her things; she would wake him up when she was about to leave. She bent over to pick up her purse and she stood back up she felt hands grab her hips. She jumped and whipped her body around to see Marvin towering over her.

“Marvin, get off we have to leave.” She said ignoring his touch on her body. Marvin pulled her closer to him. Tierra tried to get out of his grasp, but he held her tighter.

“Marvin, I’m serious.”

“I missed you Tee,” He mumbled placing a kiss on her neck

“Marvin,” Marvin ignored her and kept kissing Tierra’s neck biting and nibbling on the sensitive skin along her neck. Marvin walked them back until they were on the couch. He sat down he motioned for her to join him. In the back of her mind, Tierra didn’t want to do this but maybe if she let him feel up on her for a minute, he’ll be fine then they can leave.

Tierra straddled him and pulled his face closer for a deep passionate kiss. Marvin's hands dipped underneath her shirt, caressing her back he started to pull her shirt off when Tierra pulled away

“What?” Marvin breathed

“I don’t wanna do this here,” Tierra said

“Come on babe, I’m so hard, just a quickie,”

“Marvin I—” Marvin cut her off with a kiss

“You said you saw a bruise?” Anthony asked Daveed

“Yeah, it was on her wrist, she kept saying that she was fine but…” He trailed on

“Is that jackass still here?” Laurence questioned walking over to the two men.

“I think so, let’s make sure they good. We can walk her to her car,” The three men approached her trailer, Anthony went to knock when they heard a loud moan. Anthony and Laurence cleared their throats embarrassed, while Daveed rolled his in annoyance

“She’s obviously fine,” He muttered before walking away

Tierra breathed heavily as she lay against Marvin’s chest, she got up and started to get dressed. She thought she would feel better, but she felt worse.

“What you doing later?”

“Um, nothing some writing and I gotta do a Vlog.”

“Wanna come over, we can go to the video shoot together.”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“You not gonna need any,” Marvin said with a smirk, two weeks ago that would’ve sent shivers down Tierra’s spine, but now it makes her feel disgusted

“Thanks, but I have to do this Vlog. They sent the products to my apartment.” Marvin scoffed

“Aight,” He said annoyed

“The fuck is your problem?” Tierra asked fed up

“I ain’t got a problem,”

“Oh, so just because we fucked, I’m supposed to do whatever you say?”

“Don’t be putting words in my mouth I ain’t say that!”

“You don’t have to say it!” Tierra grabbed her bags and stormed out of the trailer; Marvin close on her heels behind her

“Tierra!” She ignored her “boyfriend” and continued her stride to her car

“Tierra! Bitch I know you hear me callin’ your name!” That made Tierra whip her body around to face him

“Who the fuck you talking to like that?” She demanded

“I’m talking to you!”

“I’m not one of your little hoe ass groupies, you not gonna talk to me like that!”

“I talk to you however I wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck you Marvin, don’t fucking follow me!” Tierra went to open her car door when Marvin got in front of her and closed it

“Marvin get the hell out of my way!”

“Everything okay?” A security guard asked

“Yeah, we good Mall Cop go on back to your station,” Marvin said dismissively

“Excuse me?”

“We’re good Joe, we’re just leaving.” Tierra pushed past Marvin and got in her car he was still standing outside looking at her expectantly

“What the fuck you want now? You want me to suck your dick in the parking lot?”

“I need a ride,” He mumbled

“What?”

“I said I need a ride,”

“I know you fuckin lyin, Nigga how the fuck you get here?”

“I got an Uber,”

“Pay for another one,”

“Tierra, come on.”

Tierra was silent the entire drive back to her apartment she doesn’t know what compelled her to give Marvin a ride to his house. She wish she didn’t let him convince her to go inside but then one thing led to another and here she is driving home at 3 in the morning. She tiredly got out of the car wanting nothing more than to take a shower.

When she got out of the elevator on her floor, she was grateful to not see Daveed, he was probably out, and she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. She dragged her feet throughout her apartment and fell onto the bed exhausted and went straight to sleep she had to be at the music video shoot early in the morning.

The next morning Tierra tiredly sat in the makeup chair on the set of the music video. Her call time was the ungodly hour of 6 AM. The video has an Afro-futuristic vibe to it, Shaun ordered a streaming service that comes with an AI female robot which is where Tierra comes in. Then she ends up pulling him into the TV screen and seduces him, hence the early call time she had a very detailed makeup look for the video, Tierra had been sitting in the chair for almost an hour and a half and she still wasn’t even being close to done.

“Good Morning Sleeping Beauty!” Julie said loudly coming into the trailer, Tierra ignored her manager and kept scrolling on her social media.

“Morning, Tierra.”

“Good Morning,” Tierra said flatly

“You wanna know what I saw this morning on Instagram?”

“No,”

“I’m gonna tell you anyway. You know, of course, the Kardashians post every day, Everyone hates Jay-Z for cheating on Beyonce, and The Shade Room had some gossip on Ray J and his wife or whatever, but what I didn’t see was the fucking Neutrogena vlog I asked you to do, not even on your YouTube page.” Julie said angrily, Tierra sighed

“I forgot, I’m sorry Julie. I got home late after leaving Shaun’s—”

"Oh, so you were at Shaun's I thought you wanted me to end everything?" Julie asked accusingly

"It's not like that--"

“I don’t want an excuse Tierra, you need to post two videos when you leave today. Don’t fuck this up!” Julie said before she stormed away

Tierra avoided Shaun as much as she could while on set and didn’t talk to him unless she had to which was limited to “Excuse me” or a simple nod. Tierra sat on Shaun’s lap while they listened to the scene that the director was setting up. Tierra tuned him out trying to think of anything else than what she was currently doing.

“Tierra? You ready?” Slightly embarrassed that she zoned out, she nodded her head.

“Playback music and ACTION!”

Tierra lip-synched the words to the song while she danced on Shaun’s lap. His hands roamed over her body which didn’t bother her too much it was for the video but it was when he started to openly grope her in front of everyone on the set. She chose to ignore it at the moment and continue the scene. It wasn’t until he moaned in her ear that she broke and quickly hopped off his lap.

“Tierra, what’s wrong?” the director asked upset at her breaking the scene. She looked at the many faces behind the camera and could see the irritated looks.

“Nothing I uh,”

“It’s alright Bill, that was my bad,” Shaun smirked causing some of the men to laugh. Tierra held back an eye roll annoyed and wanting nothing more than to get this over with.

All Tierra wanted to do was get in her bed, her phone dinged for what must’ve been the 100th time today. All of them from Julie about the reminder to do the Vlog. At this point, Tierra could care less about the Vlog matter of fact she could care less about everything right now. She closed all her blinds, grateful for the blackout shades. She felt so used after dealing with the shit Marvin has been putting her through from the club, the black-ish shoot, and then today for the video. Tierra wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep the façade up.

She got into bed and pulled out her phone to call the one person she knew would make her feel better. She clicked on the name and hoped that she would receive the ringtone back

“I’m sorry the number you are trying to reach is no longer available. Please hang up and try again. Thank you.”

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The Bad Guys: New Beginnings, New Normal chapter 7 (Vigilantes)

At night, the Bad Guys felt proud of themselves. Their bedrooms were done, and they cleaned up for the rest of the day throwing trash and debris.

When they were done, they put their cleaning supplies aside, and met up on the couch,

"Well done, fellas. I think this calls for a celebration!" Wolf announced as everyone cheered proudly for themselves and each other for all their hard work.

"What should we do? We'll get some cake?" Piranha asked.

"Going out to eat?" Shark suggested.

"Have a sleepover?!" Hornet squealed.

"Or maybe we should sit down, watch TV, and relax," Snake said as he took the TV remote.

Tarantula rolled her eyes, and admitted, "For once, I agree with your relaxing suggestion."

When everyone laughed in agreement, Snake turned the TV on, and, just in time, breaking news showed up on-screen.

"Whaddup! This is Tiffany Fluffit, Channel 6 action news!" The reporter, Tiffany, announced, "Breaking news! We inform anyone near the Woodsville Museum to stay clear of it. A group of terrorists has took over it and are holding the guests hostages!"

"Wait, what?" Wolf was shocked about this news as the rest of the crew were horrified. Usually, they like a good crime, but a dangerous kind was too much, even for them.

They continued to listen more as Tiffany added more information to the news, "We just received the message that they are threatening to detonate a bomb device if the government doesn't give up their position to them. The government are trying to solve the problem in the break-neck of time, but the bomb would not only destroy the entire museum. Police cops are already at the scene, but taking careful action to ensure none of the hostages get hurt."

The Bad Guys just stared at the TV with their horrified faces as they couldn't believe there are people who could hurt or kill innocent people, and caused destruction that can lead to suffering of others.

"There are innocent people inside!" Shark exclaimed in worry.

Wolf then got off the couch, and theorized more before walking towards the window, "And if the cops charge in there without thinking of a good plan, the building will explode, and everyone inside will be killed," he sighed then turned back to his friends, "We have to do something."

The rest of the Bad Guys didn't know what Wolf meant, until Shark, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet gasped loudly in realization.

"You mean..." Tarantula wanted to guess, but she was cut off when Snake slithered himself off the couch.

Snake approached Wolf, and reasoned with him, "Whoa, whoa, Wolf, I thought we agree we won't do this again. It's just one time, and we won't do it again."

"Snake, come on, we don't care for anyone before, but we won't let innocent people die," Wolf explained.

"Well, I was thinking about us too, Wolf. We'll put our lives at risk if we do something about that bomb threat. There are many possibilities if we go out there and save those people; we could be killed too, we could get discovered, we would get framed for a crime we didn't commit. Face it, Wolf. I don't want to cause more problems for all of us," Snake admitted with concern. Despite not being the nice one in the team, he still cared for his friends, and after everything they've been through a year ago, he didn't want anything bad to happen to his friends.

"Okay, okay, fine," Wolf sighed, I guess those terrorists are gonna be labeled as the new Bad Guys."

"Yes, yes, I think they'll—" Snake stopped, then swung around to look at his friend for clarification, "What? What did you say?"

"Oh, did I tell you about the consequences?" Wolf inquired casually, "If those gangsters succeeded with their evil plans, they will be titled as the new Bad Guys, and we will call ourselves as... well, either the 'Good Guys' or... just regular guys."

Shark gasped, "If we're not the Bad Guys, what should be our team's name?"

"I don't know! I don't have ideas!" Hornet yelled in panic.

When the 4 Bad Guys shouted in panic about their title, Snake felt that, even though he and his friends were turning a new leaf, he still couldn't let anyone steal their title. They were known as "The Bad Guys" for many years, and he still wanted to carry that title along with his friends. Being "The Good Guys" was a little too much for Snake, especially if there are fans or paparazzi going on around them. What else will they be called as a family if they are not "The Bad Guys"?

Wolf began to grin. Once again, he knew he had Snake right where he wanted him.

Snake growled, slapping his tail on his own face, "Aaargh! Okay, okay, fine! Fine. We'll save those people. But we have to make sure no one will see us or recognize us. And no innocent people or the cops should witness this."

Wolf laughed excitingly, "Now that's what I'm talking about! Alright, gang, suit up!" He grinned.

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The hostages could only whimper in fear as the men in black kept watch on them as hostages were blindfolded. Thankfully, they weren't using guns, but their tasers that seem to be sprouting electricity could kill a man easily. And that was just the least of their problems. The hostages started to mumble and whimper upon seeing the lead gangster placing down a BOMB on the table.

A freaking bomb.

Not the cartoon type, but the ones that come in a packed device and have a tablet that places down the countdown.

The leader gangster grinned sickly in glee as he pressed a few buttons on the bomb device. There were already police sirens from outside on the ground floor. No matter, let eyes see what they can see. This was all meant to show the city that they were not someone to be messed with. The sheep they have will be slaughtered to show what necessary sacrifice is required.

There was an utter cry from one of the hostages and one of the gangsters aggressively snarled. Like literally snarling at them. He waved his taser around threateningly, letting the sound of the taser buss, and ordering the poor hostages to shut up.

The leader just rolled his eyes and got the bomb into position.

5 minutes.

Should be enough.

The sound of beeping from the bomb echoed across the room.

And so did the clicking of the locks on the door.

Wait, that was strange.

It sounded like the first lock was being unlocked.

CLICK!

Now it sounded like the second lock being unlocked.

CLICK!

Now it sounded like the third lock being unlocked. The gangsters slowly turned to the door.

CLICK

Now it sounded like the fourth lock being unlocked.

BLAM!

And now that sounded like the door being thrown off by its hinges.

While the gangsters didn't know who the crew in the black bodysuits were, the Bad Guys sniggered to themselves with Snake rolling around his set of makeshift keys. The gangsters should have placed the locks on the INSIDE instead of the OUTSIDE, facing the hallway. Shark grinned underneath his mask, proud of ripping the door to let them in.

"D-Don't just stand there!" screamed the gangster leader, recovering from his shock. "KILL THEM!"

All five gangsters turned to face the Bad Guys and charged at them. Each member picked one to deal with to make a fair fight, but Tarantula quickly hopped off Wolf's shoulder and ran across the floor to get to the bomb device. Piranha was absolutely having the time of his life. The gangster he was up against took out a long black whip and attempted to whip it right at him. Though, Piranha was quick on his feet and kept jumping around, making silly faces as he dodged. At one point, he did a backwards somersault and did the 'Take The L' dance while simultaneously dodging. This agitated the gangster for him to let out a roar and charged at Piranha, pulling out a combat knife. With quick thinking, Piranha stepped to the side and the gangster ended up stabbing the wall. Quickly, Piranha jumped onto the wall to bounce off and landed onto the gangster's back. With a crazed laugh, he threw the combat knife away. Using all of his strength, he grabbed onto the gangster collar, and proceeded to throw him to the ground through a perfect 180-circle degree.

Shark ended up fighting the skinniest gangster, but this one proved to be more acrobatic as he proved to be too fast for Shark to catch up. While the gangster's punches and kicks don't have that much effect on Shark, it kept him distracted from trying to defend himself until the gangster hopped onto his back, repeatedly punching him on his head. Growling, Shark rushed to the wall and slammed the gangster right there to make him fall off. The gangster stumbled for a bit while Shark waited, but he quickly did a sneak attack by kicking Shark's legs. Though, as Shark went flying, he quickly grabbed the gangster's incoming fists, pulling him down as well. On his belly, Shark spun around and sent the gangster rolling across the floor.

Hornet found himself against a gangster who is using a fencing weapon out of all things. The two of them traded clashes with the latter's weapon and Hornet's stinger. The two kept clashing with each other before Hornet stopped at one point as he tried to think of a way to attack his opponent without being sliced into teriyaki pieces. The ganger grinned creepily as he pushed the weapon further on Hornet's stinger, trying to shove him off. Hornet grunted silently as he tried to use his strength. Peeking over, he could see Tarantula already onto the bomb device and opened a lid from the side to change the settings since the countdown couldn't be permanently changed. He growled a little before finally flying upwards and with enough strength, punched the fencing sword out of the gangster's hands. As the gangster gasped in shock, Hornet used this as the right time to speed up and headbutted him in the chest, sending the gangster sprawling onto the ground.

Snake ended up being one of the most aggressive and quickest from the group. With great reflex and slippery, he ended up tripping over the gangster he was fighting repeatedly. The gangster tried swinging his metal baseball bat at him, though he kept missing. Even if he did, it only served as minor inconveniences and Snake was able to move away before his opponent did more harm. At one point, Snake quickly wrapped himself around the gangster up until near the neck. Underneath his mask, he wished that he could reveal his smirk. Wasting no time, Snake proceeded to throw the gangster down to the ground in a wrestling-like tackle.

Wolf wasn't doing the most fighting out of the four, but was the least effective. As the gangster he was up against, the leader, was skilled in martial arts, Wolf found himself needing to keep blocking all of his attacks. It wasn't easy, but the training he received from Piranha helped him with knowing what to block and when to land a blow. But the truth is, Wolf wasn't sure which was the right weak spot to hit. Remembering that the gangsters were armed with tasers, Wolf quickly spun around to the other side as the gangster attempted to punch him. Then, the gangster spun around with a roundhouse kick, but Wolf quickly slid underneath in-between his legs and snatched the taser from the gangster's belt. As soon as he stood up, the gangster tried to punch him in the face.

Big mistake.

Turning the taser on, Wolf greeted the gangster with a shock of volts going through his body as his hand connected with the butt of the taser. The leader screeched as he was shocked before being sent flying back when Wolf tried out increasing the power.

Though, the leader ends up crashing into the table where the bomb device was.

"Whoa!" said Tarantula, nearly falling off. "Watch where you're throwing your enemies around!"

Looking up, the leader can see that Tarantula was having a hard time deactivating the bomb device. Through hacking into it and cutting the wires, it seemed as if the bomb has a mind of its own.

"Should have watch more of those videos in YouTube!" She groaned frustratingly in her mind.

Grinning, the leader shot up and attempted to slam his fist onto Tarantula. She quickly dodged to the side and that is when Wolf charged to the leader again, distracting him.

The two got into a punch and block exchange, but when Wolf bumped into the table, his grappling hook fell out from his back.

Tarantula gasped in surprise when it slid to her. She looked around wildly. There is a small window up through the ceiling. Throwing the bomb up might be the only way to make sure that nothing gets destroyed.

And it is nearly times up! 60 seconds left.

"Oh, screw it!" Tarantula murmured angrily.

The leader chuckled as he managed to subdue Wolf, and grabbed both hands with one hand. Tarantula quickly hid behind the bomb device as she tried to get the grappling gun working despite it being bigger than her. She didn't want the leader to see her yet, but she couldn't let the leader hurt Wolf like that. She had to do something.

"You got a lot of guts for a barely high-ranking urchin," monologized the leader proudly. "I have prey like you before. But your style of battling the upper-class is just...so..."

MUNCH!

The leader heard that sound as he looked down to see the little masked Tarantula biting his leg. The leader yelped as he tried to kick Tarantula off of him, but she managed to jump away and covered her face so she wouldn't be recognized.

While the leader was distracted, Wolf gave a surprise punch right across the leader's face. This elicited an utterly stunned reaction from the leader, staring back at him in total disbelief. Wolf's eyes just screamed 'do I need to hear THIS from you?'

With the leader stunned, this gave Tarantula the perfect opportunity to get back to the bomb device, and pulled her way up to throw the bomb device through the ceiling window. Attached to the ceiling, the hook brought her up as she carried the large bomb device in her other hand.

5...She was so close! She got to get there!

4...The bomb device might be why she wasn't going as fast as she hoped.

3...Here goes nothing.

2...Tarantula closed her eyes and threw the bomb device upwards. What followed was a large smash and glass shards harmlessly spraying all over her.

1...A large explosion rattled the sky as Tarantula fell down. She was gonna crash onto the table.

But then, Hornet swooped up, and caught Tarantula, "Gotcha, Webs!" Hornet then flew lower, letting Tarantula land safely back to the table.

Grinning, she could see the large ball of fire exploding harmlessly, a far way up from the building they were in. No civilian casualties and no property damage!

She didn't even know she would be THIS strong!

She turned around to find that Wolf had already subdued the gangster leader. As the latter squirmed around and shouted profane insults, Wolf, Piranha and Hornet got out ropes to tie the leader and the unconscious gangsters together for the police to arrest later. Meanwhile, Shark was aiding the hostages to check if they are alright and if the gangsters did any injuries on them.

Once the Bad Guys finished tying up the gangsters, the police cops arrived just in time to see that they were gone. And the hostages are already making their way out, harmless but wondering who are those guys who saved them.

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Back in the hideout, when the Bad Guys came home, and took off their black bodysuits with their regular clothes underneath, they already went to the couch to watch the news.

When Wolf turned the TV off, Shark, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet cheered victoriously for another vigilante success.

"Oh yeah! We did it again, baby!" Shark exclaimed.

Hornet giggled, "That was so fun! I think this is much better than a thief stealing a purse."

But then, Tarantula felt guilty for herself, "I can't believe I didn't hack into the bomb device."

But Wolf patted her to comfort her that an unsuccessful hacking wasn't much of a failure," Hey, at least you threw away that bomb and no one got hurt."

"Did you see me beat that guy, chicos and chica?! I'm sure his bruises will last a week!" Piranha laughed hysterically as Shark gave him a hi-five.

Snake then started to speak since he was awfully quiet since they finished their mission tonight, "Um, I know I don't want to help people in secret anymore, but we did really good back there, and we saved innocent lives. I hate to admit this, but I think I kinda like fighting other bad guys who aren't us out there. Shouldn't we... do it again sometimes or something?"

This caused the rest of the Bad Guys to drop their jaws in shock as they never heard such motivation of fighting crime as vigilantes from Snake before. They heard at first that Snake didn't like it, and it only took just a second mission to change his mind. What a surprise!

Piranha suggested excitedly while jumping into Shark's head, "Yeah! We should make this a celebratory dinner for our new butt-kicking job!"

"All-you-can-eat..." Shark said.

"Free-form..." Piranha continued.

"Dinner explosion!" The big and small fishes shouted happily.

Snake started to regret what he just said as he groaned, "Sorry I asked."

Shark and Piranha then dragged Snake to the kitchen to prepare some dinner.

Before the rest can join the others, Wolf and Tarantula notice Hornet was sitting on the couch, frowning quietly.

"Hey, Hornet. Are you okay?" Wolf asked as he scooted himself besides Hornet.

Hornet snapped out of his thoughts, and looked up to Wolf, "Uh..."

"Yeah, you don't seem so happy," Tarantula pointed as she crawled to Hornet's other side, "In fact, you weren't so happy since a year ago. Aren't you happy we're doing good things? I mean, you feel that wag, and you did good things with us, but you don't look so happy."

"I am happy! Look at me, I'm smiling and laughing," Hornet showed his fake grin.

"But that is not your real usual smile. Is there something you wanna tell us?" Wolf asked in concern.

Hornet shook his head, trying to avoid a topic in his head, "No. No, not at all. It's nothing guys. All that matters to me is that I do good things with you guys."

Wolf and Tarantula were still concerned for Hornet. There was definitely something going with him. But they saw on Hornet's face that he didn't want to talk about it.

Wolf then stood up while fixing his tux, "Well, you better be hungry, because we should eat. It was a busy day for all of us."

Tarantula then jumped off the couch to follow Wolf. Hornet was now alone on the couch. There was something he never told his friends since he first came to the team, but that was already a long time ago, and if he'll try to forget about and do good deeds with his friends, it won't be a big deal. Hornet flew up from the couch, and went to the kitchen to eat.

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While the Bad Guys were eating dinner, Shark flipped the last burrito in the air, and caught it in his mouth, "So, what now?" he asked as he wiped the food off his face.

"I know we stopped Marmalade's heist last year, and we stopped the thief and those terrorists, but it's just the matter of time before some other criminals try to hurt innocent people," Wolf declared.

Tarantula nodded in agreement, "Right."

"We gotta clean this city from the inside-out," the leader muttered.

"Does he always talk like a charmer in the 80's movie, or is it just me?" Hornet asked.

"Hey, hey, I got my charm from someone... especially from movies."

"You gotta admit, guys. I mean, we were amazing there!" Tarantula cheered for themselves.

"Yeah!" Piranha screamed, extending his fist in the middle.

"Heck yeah!" Shark held his own fist to Piranha's. Wolf, Tarantula, and Hornet fist-bumped with Shark and Piranha.

"I agree completely. So I'll do that, as well," Snake held his tail to fist-bump with his friends.

"Thank you," Wolf smiled. "Right."

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The next evening.

They said that criminals around in the city would just go out to make heists at any time, rain or shine. The Bad Guys were known to expose themselves with no shame when making their greatest robberies. But this one group chose to do night-time as a lot could be given away.

Parked in a dark empty street in front of a bank, a group of goons just finished raiding a bank. They chuckled amongst themselves as they loaded the truck with piles of money bags. There was already a driver in the truck, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he waited for his comrades.

"Did you hear about that street brawl that happened the last time?" said one goon quietly.

"Yeah, me too, man!" said the other goon, chuckling as she lifted the bag of money she was carrying over her shoulder. "It was so intense at that time. Was blood shed?"

"What? No. Definitely not. It's a total 'fair and square' fight."

"Well, you know what is not 'fair and square'?" teased the goon as they threw their bags of money onto the truck. "Someone trying to cower out of it. I mean, there was that one time years ago where I was faced with a gigantic shark, but he didn't try to fight back."

His companion was surprised. "Whoa! Really? Is he that much of a coward?"

"A bit of a scaredy cat, but he looks like he is holding back. For a giant with obvious muscles, he doesn't look like he can swat a fly."

"What happens if you get him mad?"

"Oh, I don't really know. He might explode I think, but he wouldn't dare to crush my bones. Perhaps I should find him again and go like..." He changed his voice to a whimpering, childish voice. "'Hey there, kiddy, kiddy'! Want a binkie?"

His companion laughed. "You're such a jerk, man." Then, she mimicked how the shark might be like. "FEE FI FO FUM! I'M THE BEST GIANT BUT I DON'T WANT TO TAKE A SOUL!"

"Hey, you two," snarled a third goon as he came out with the last bag of money. "Shut up, stay quiet and get your butts into the truck now.

Though, the two didn't listen to their third companion and it is already too late as their talking lets a shadowed group watching from the ceiling know that they are still around...

"Isn't that from that beanstalk movie?" lampshaded the first goon as he gets back into his conversation with his companion.

"Maybe," said the second goon.

"Well, the best thing in life when it comes to having bravery is that you never get to take it all back with no s-!"

Unfortunately, the third goon felt a finger poking his back and upon turning around, found his face struck upon by Wolf's fist. He dropped down to the ground, alerting the other goons. The fourth goon jumped out of the truck and gasped upon seeing the disguised Bad Guys.

As Wolf and Snake ran off to the other side of the truck, the three goons tried to fight back, but the rest of the Bad Guys finished them off.

Tarantula immediately hopped onto the second goon and wrapped her mouth with duct tape before Hornet came flying in and headbutted her in the stomach. The goon stumbled a bit before trying to swing around a wooden baseball bat. While Hornet faltered when he nearly got hit, Tarantula quickly finished the task by jumping onto the baseball bat and using her strength, actually whacked the goon in the face somehow.

The fourth goon immediately tackled Piranha, but Piranha took it as an advantage to bump against the goon's chin. So much that it nearly made him look like Mario using his head to bump into brick walls to earn coins. Except that Piranha was trying to earn the goon's defeat. With the goon distracted, Piranha leapt up and did a roundhouse kick to the goon right in the face.

The driver took a long time to see what was going on, but it was already too late when Wolf threw Snake inside. He screamed as Snake quickly wrapped himself around the goon's body and neck, strangling him. As the goon choked, he quickly reached in for a bug spray can and tried to spray it all over. Messily, but it nearly got into Snake's eyes.

Luckily, Wolf pushed the can away, only for it to end up into the goon's eyes. He let out a ladylike scream, but it is muffled by his gagging. He finally passed out with Snake panting from all that strangling.

"Man, this one is defective," he whispered to Wolf.

Meanwhile, the first goon is up against Shark...who recognized him as the same jerk who taunted him. Without holding back, Shark attempted to punch, but the goon ducked and rolled on the ground. He swung his legs around to try to trip Shark over, but this time, it didn't flip Shark over. He quickly kicked the goon in the stomach, sending him flying back.

However, the goon wasn't giving up as he spun around and got back onto his feet. He tried swinging his fist, but Shark countered it and threw it right at the goon's groin. Then, he kicked right underneath the middle of the goon's legs. The goon gasped and let out a high-pitched squeal as he held onto his crotch, squirming around. Underneath his mask, Shark smirks. To rub it in, he mimicked his spasming by holding onto his own groin and silently letting out a girly squeal.

Without warning, Piranha finished the goon off by spinning him around and throwing him up into the air. The right time for Hornet to swing the baseball bat right into the goon's chest, knocking him out as he landed onto the ground.

"Nobody mocks our good friend like that!" Hornet growled while patting Shark's side, "Nobody!"

"Good work, guys!" whispers Wolf. "Now, onto the last part."

There is a good thing that they came prepared with rope, tying all the goons together and throwing them at the back of the truck. With Wolf at the front wheel with Snake and Tarantula on his side while Shark, Piranha and Hornet stayed at the back to check on the goons through the window, they drove off calmly to the nearest police station they could find. It would be rather nice if they speed up a little, but since it was so dark during this time, they might get themselves into more trouble if they drove faster and accidentally crashed the truck.

They finally arrived and they all got out of the truck.

"Do you think they would find the goons before they wake up?" asked Tarantula.

Wolf chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll make sure of that."

Then, he pulled out a sticky lollipop he found in the truck. With a defiant throw, the lollipop ended up being glued against one of the police cars' front window which caused it to go ringing due to mistaking it as an intruder. All the lights in the police station switch on and the Bad Guys quickly ran off into the safety of the darkness.

The first few cops were surprised to see a white truck in their parking spot. Standing out to the rest of the cars like a sore thumb. Upon inspection, they were surprised that there was no one inside.

Then, they heard someone moaning somewhere.

One cop opened the back door to find a bunch of goons slowly waking up, tied up. Surrounded by a bag of money.

Watching from the top of a building, the Bad Guys hi-fived each other before running away.

It was another successful job.

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This is the chapter where the Bad Guys decided to make their own vigilante business.

The scene where Shark and Piranha decide to have dinner explosion was referenced from Teen Titans. Plus, Wolf's "meeting scene" with his guys was referenced from The Birds of Prey (2020).

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 from Fanfiction.net for helping me make this chapter.

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lov3rro · 1 year

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Y❦ung l❦ve

Chapter two - “ on the road we go”

Note❤︎ As you can see I took a long ass break my bad😂

When are you guys going to start getting along again?” Delani asked nick.

He sighed and looked down at her ”You know it’s still going to take some time.”

“I understand I just miss you I hate when you’re in jail“

Delani sighed “I just wish I’d had the money to bail you out this time, instead of Blake having to do it all the time”

"I know, baby I'm sorry didn't mean to wind up in jail again"

“I'm just glad your back now you owe me some ice cream for making me sad” Delani said punching Nick's arm softly.

He chuckles and nods.

Delani giggles and lifts nick's head to kiss his cheek.

“Can you try not to be any more of an asshole to wade? I don't wanna hear your sister ramble about him no more” delani said walking to the car with nick.

“What happened to you can be an asshole to him?”

“That was before we argued nick” delani giggled.

“But promise me you won't” He sighs but nods. Delani smiled and kiss him softly. He hugs her tight before letting her go and holding her close as they continued walking towards the cars.

It doesn't take long before the rest of the crew finishes their food and head to Blake and Wade's cars.

(delani pov)

Record crowds are expected for college football's biggest game of the year…the announcer on the car radio said.

We were currently driving down the road Paige and Blake were both in the car ahead of us.

Wade reached out to the button on the radio to turn it up.

"It's gonna be packed tomorrow." Wade said trying to start up a conversation.

"Speaking of packed, my legs are killing me back here, man." Dalton complained and moved around trying to get comfortable.

Me, Nick, and Dalton were all sitting in the back seat of Wad's small car smooshed together.

"Don't worry, man, it's not Wade's fault...his little Hot Wheels car only fits two.

Dalton decided to add on messing with Wade some more, while I was just trying to get some sleep.

"It's more like a 'shot wheels' car, isn't it? What did you do, go to a barber shop and ask for a He-Man haircut?"

"Shut up, Dal that wasn't even funny,” I said to him and gave him a soft punch on his side, but I couldn't stop laughing.

"Dude You hurt me,” He said back teasingly.

I leaned against Nick trying to fall asleep but we were both bored out of our minds so we kind of zoned everyone out.

That was until Wade spoke up again.

"What the hell is this," he said confused as he was looking at Blake's car up ahead that had taken a detour due to the road being blocked.

"Oh, man." Dalton said.

This sucks." Carly, then added.

"So much for Blake's nice little shortcut” Carly murmured.

A few moments passed before Wade decided to investigate where we were going.

He then sped up a little, he was next to Blake's truck. Suddenly Dalton began to yell something out and shook me and Nick to get our attention.

"Damn, yo, yo, wake up Nick, Lani wake up!" He shouted. I decided to see what had him so worked up, so I looked up towards the direction he was pointing which was Blake's truck, and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Oh my God, I didn't know they were this type of kinky,” I said while trying to hold in my laugh.

Paige's head was bobbing up and down in the area where Blake's lap was. It was completely obvious what was happening.

Plus the look on Blake's face gave it away too.

"Look at her, look at her!" Carly exclaimed. At this point, we were all looking at the two in the truck beside us.

I turned to look at Carly I looked back Dalton had taken his camera out and was recording the scene before us.

"You're caught on tape!" The others tried to grab their attention but failed.

"What are they doing?" Carly asked.

"Is she flossing herself with that thing?!"'

Nick then leaned over Wade and honked the horn causing Paige to stop her 'flossing' and look up quickly.

She looked a little surprised and embarrassed while Blake on the other hand looked pleased. Nick sits back and takes me with him.

Suddenly Carly's phone goes off. "She's calling me..." she says”

“You are so busted!" Carly laughs. She stays quiet for a while before turning to us, She dropped her lip balm." Carly tells us with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I giggle leaning against Nick again.

Carly then changes the subject.

We kept driving when Wade pointed out a sign that said 'Trudy's House of Wax.

"Hey, wax museum."

"You like that kind of stuff, Wade?" Nick asked Wade.

" Nick." I muttered to him.

"Yeah, I don't know. Sometimes." Wade replied.

"I guess if you like things pretending to be other things. Which you obviously do. Right, sis?" Nick said.

"Nick, don't start, I'm too tired for this" I pleaded. He just responded with a shrug and leaned against the window again.

I turned to Carly and mouthed a 'sorry', she just nodded her head with a sad smile.

We then continued with our drive to find a good place to camp out.

#Spotify #house of wax 2005 #nick from house of wax #House of Wax #nick #nick jones #black oc #oc #slashers #©luvvawhore #chapter 2 #gore #fluff #happy ending

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With Ace's tenth birthday having come and gone, along with Luffy's twenty-seventh, life was as calm as it would usually get for the duo and their gaggle of fond townsfolk. It was early morning in their house, no longer too big with a third addition that had been dragged home like a stray dog; Sabo was a polite child, too polite for Luffy, but the first time he ruffled his hair and praised him just to see surprise on his face and tears welling in bright blue eyes? He would never do anything to make those tears come from anything but happiness. He couldn't, not when Ace nearly ripped him apart when he came into the little study the house had just to find his newly claimed brother furiously rubbing his eyes with Luffy hovering over him awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Both the boys were already out and about, probably annoying the mountain bandits Makino had become friends with the past few years, so he took his time to make his best attempt at a cup of honey-and-sugar-drowned black tea, and it was definitely sweet enough to at least chance the life of a Big Mom crew member were they to take a sip. He slumped bonelessly into a kitchen chair, enjoying the birdsong drifting in from the shattered window he hadn't gotten around to fixing yet, when distant shouts joined the wildlife.

Contrary to popular belief, Portgas D. Luffy isn't stupid. He might have ADHD and minimal impulse control, but he isn't stupid.

He knows to be wary when those shouts sound far too excited for a successful hunt or getting away stealing something from Dadan or adding a good bit to their poorly-hid treasure fund they kept in a hollow tree not far from the house. He knows this, so he quickly downs the rest of his tea, grabs his hat, and waits in a crouch outside the door for his two nephews to burst from the treeline like wild animals with their tails aflame.

As expected, it didn't take them long at all for them to tumble over themselves to get to the house, nearly taking Luffy out before they managed to stop themselves. He couldn't help the relief at making the decision to wait outside for them; he really didn't want to replace the door, mainly because the last time he tried himself, it was upside down. The three blinked at each other before Ace and Sabo started shouting at the same time and Luffy had to take a moment to let his mind buffer before he lightly sat a hand on each of their heads without ruffling their hair, the sign they established to mean be quiet. "Okay, okay, one at a time - what's got you both so riled up that you were gonna take out the poor door to get to me?"

Ace was flapping his hands so fast that Luffy was worried they were going to fly off like Buggy's would before he got control of his devil fruit, so it wasn't too shocking that he beat Sabo to talking. "There's - there's pirates! Coming into port! Right now, right now, they're comin' in!"

"And we wanna see what they're like! 'Cause you tell us stories but we wanna see ourselves!" Sabo added, giving his best puppy eyes while absolutely vibrating from excitement.

Giving a dramatic huff to conceal the flash of anxiety that he was sure flickered across his face at the mention of pirates docking at their little island. "I can't believe my stories weren't enough for you two. I'm hurt. Wounded, I say. I can't go no where after this heartbreak, no sirs." Sliding down to where he was lying limply on the doorstep, he had to take a second to keep his composure as the brothers puffed their cheeks out and grabbed his legs to try dragging him, evidently forgetting he was rubber until they reached the treeline with little resistance.

"Lu!" They whined together as he pulled his legs back to his body, both of them desperate to go see the real pirates. Finally breaking and laughing at the expressions they wore, Luffy picked himself up and brushed his clothes off.

Walking over to them and picking one up in each arm, much to their vocal disagreements, he started trotting his way down the mostly overgrown path to the town. "I guess you two can go an' see them, but only as long as you stay close to me, alright? Pirates can be nasty, y'know, an' I don't want them hurtin' you two if they're the type." He looked at each of them as he spoke, making sure they saw that he was being serious about it, and they gave twin sighs that meant that they'd listen to him. Probably.

"I don't think you'd even be able to take any of 'em, Lu." Ace huffed, slapping his hands against Luffy's side. "You don't do no training an' you're all boring except when you go out huntin' with us."

"Yeah! We'd be able to fight 'em off better than you! We'd have to save your sorry a–" Sabo didn't get to finish the word as Luffy pretended to almost drop him, giving an incredibly fake 'oopsie daisy!' as he did so, and some even harder slaps from Ace.

"Yeah, yeah, you two jus' haven't gotten to see me go after no one yet," Luffy laughed, "Both'a you forget I was raised by Garp an' then a buncha pirates, so there was no way I was gettin' out of fighting. I jus' prefer cleaning up you two's trouble to startin' my own now." His eyebrows twitched in the way they still did when he lied as he tacked on the last sentence, and the brothers looked to each other in silent question before deciding that they weren't going to say anything about it. Yet.

Instead, the rest of the trip to Foosha passed in bickering without any bite and laughter between the trio, ending with the brothers being sat down on the ground and given a reminder to stay with him.

While both boys were nearly bouncing and trying to get Luffy to speed up to get to the port, Luffy took his time, mentally going over everything he'd been taught; he was sure he was probably a bit rusty now, but that didn't mean he'd let anyone harm his people easily. A stressed glare and a bit of conqueror's leaking into the air gave away his anxiety, though, especially when he couldn't immediately recognize the flag as an ally's. They eventually stopped at the bottom of the stairs, the rest of the curious townsfolk choosing to stay at the top. Luffy tried to get the boys to stay up top, but neither agreed with him, so he settled with having them behind him with one peeking out from behind each leg.

It didn't take too long for the ship to drop anchor or for two men to disembark before the rest of the crew.

The pair were clearly captain and first mate, and Luffy zeroed in on red hair near immediately, his eyes narrowing and the wheels in his head turning as his conqueror's intensified, making Ace and Sabo hide behind him a little more and for the older of the two to reach for his gun. It wasn't until a second wave of conqueror's rose up to meet his that he brightened and let out a yell, startling his boys as he shot off towards the duo. "You shit! You bastard!" He shouted gleefully as he jumped at the red haired man, arms stretching around him repeatedly as he was met in a hug, the other easily catching him as the first mate took a step sideways to avoid them.

"Lu!" Ace and Sabo hollered from where they'd fallen backwards on the stairs, not understanding what just happened, and the pirate crew and the townsfolk looked equally as confused.

Even with Luffy still spitting curses left and right, the red haired man finally got a word in. "What're you doin' here! I felt someone ready to kill us an' I had to make sure we was in the right place, you jackass!" He laughed, head bumping against Luffy's and nuzzling his face into his neck. "This is supposed to be a peaceful town! How come you're here of all places!"

That question at least seemed to get Luffy to thinking again, and he let his limbs go back to normal with a slap and landed easily on the ground. "Boys! You're all good to come on over - this is Shanks from the stories! Y'all can hit him in the balls if you want!" He called to them, and when Shanks' eyes settled on Ace, Luffy could tell the second the dots connected, but he only punched Luffy over the head instead of voicing his thoughts. Obviously he got a kick to the stomach for it, but neither were hurt, and his nephews warily began making their way over as the rest of the pirates started disembarking at a hesitant wave from the first mate.

The two twenty-somethings were full-on wrestling as Ace and Sabo cleared the distance, watching them with a mix of confusion and awe on their faces. With it seeming to be clear that the pirates would do no harm, the townsfolk slowly began dispersing until only Makino was left, watching fondly with a hand on her hip until she too went back to the bar.

The wrestling finally stalled as Shanks got Luffy in a headlock, Luffy trying his best to find a portion of his arm to gnaw on. "I didn't know you'd've gotten kids already, Anchor! Thought you were ace - didn't steal 'em, I hope!" The pirate laughed, getting a kick to the knee from Luffy as he yelled incoherently. Sabo and Ace looked at each other, clearly wondering the same thing.

"How come you thought he was Ace when I'm Ace?" The freckled boy asked awkwardly, "'Cause if you was friends, I'd've thought you'd know his name's Luffy." Sabo nodded in agreement, looking as if he were missing the pipe that he'd been gifted as a 'welcome to the family' present.

Both of the adults paused and looked at each other before laughing, Shanks dropping Luffy and Luffy holding his face as he rolled onto his back. "No, no, no, I know his name's Luffy, he jus' - ace is something we call people who aren't interested in s-"

"Grown up stuff!" Luffy shouted, easily drowning out Shanks' voice, "I'm not interested in grown up stuff! Or dating! Or anything like that!" He didn't move his hands from his face the entire time, but red could be seen peeking out from under his fingers.

Sabo seemed to think for a few moments. "Oh, like settling tabs?" He asked, head tipped as Ace made a noise of understanding. Giving a thumbs up, Luffy shoved his other hand to cover his flushed face. "Yeah, I can see it. You're lucky Maki likes you 'nough to not be bothered by you takin' ages to settle the tab at the bar."

#portgas d luffy au #monkey d. luffy #portgas d. ace #op #one piece

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