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[ham1lton]

if we were a movie.

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: zendaya <3

summary: need for speed, out in cinemas feb 31st 2026, follows emma, a coffee shop owner, who falls in love with christopher, a formula one driver. the film's marketing manager decides to take you and your co-stars to the next f1 race where you meet the original inspiration for christopher and maybe, find a love story of your own.

author's note: hi. this was the most voted post on the poll so i hope you enjoy it! don't forget to read until the end so you can vote on the next post! also shout out to ms hannah montana for this banger which inspired the title!

FEEDBACK + REQUESTS. TIP JAR. MASTERLIST. TAGLIST.

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yourusername: days on set with these losers. thank god i get free and unlimited coffee!!!

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nicholasgalitzine: who is that sexy guy in the last pic 😍

-> yourusername: taylor 😍

user3: yn did they make u cry?? 😭

-> yourusername: i laughed so hard i cried 😔

user8: if nicholas is supposed to be charles, who is taylor supposed to be? also why is he going blond? charles is a brunet 😭

-> user10: evil carlos 😭 in the original plot, charles gets with emma and to ‘bring him down’, carlos exposes the relationship thinking that it would make charles lose goodwill with his fans which would then be bad pr for ferrari. so he does it so that he can be the first driver.

-> user8: thats so insane 💀

-> user10: girl its a fanfiction, that’s why 😭 also in the published version, they changed charles’ name to christopher, made him british and gave him blond hair to lessen any comparisons to charles. i mean, there is only one monegasque driver on the grid rn.

-> user8: that makes sense lowkey. also i love blond nicholas so its a win for me!

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needforspeedupdates: our protagonists were at the most recent grand prix in austin! nicholas met with race car driver charles leclerc! <3

tagged: yourusername nicholasgalitzine charles_leclerc

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user9: omg did you guys see charles run away from yn??

-> user5: she seemed so hurt omg :(((

-> user7: i thought he had a crush on her? maybe he was being awkward. i know people have done worse in front of their crushes 🤷🏼‍♀️

-> user5: i know but still. poor yn :(((

user23: last pic….. EIFFEL TOWER WHEN?!

-> user1: i need them both biblically.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: actress and it girl yn yln was spotted out to lunch with formula one star charles leclerc at a brunch cafe in austin. leclerc has formally stated that yln was his celebrity crush many times and witnesses say they spotted them looking ‘very cozy’ at lunch. one onlooker said that charles was very ‘apologetic’ at the beginning but yn had clearly forgiven him by the end of the outing. what do you think ham1ltons?

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user1: yn would be the most iconic wag ever.

-> user7: like come on now. this would be so cute. i can already imagine her fits.

ynhater: as if he’d date her 😒

-> user6: as if he’d date YOU 😭😭😭

user5: i think they’re so cute but it’s probably just a friendship thing. i mean… he’s the original person that chris was based off of so it’s probably pr or something.

-> user2: no i agree. 100% pr.

user4: no offence but i just don’t see it. i mean… he’s not ugly? but it’s yn.

-> user9: ?? and he’s thee charles leclerc. idk why you’re shocked. they’re both young, famous and attractive.

user34: yn be wary girl…. you know how these athletes be.

user98: charles man… how can you date a girl who’s job it is to kiss other guys lol 🤢

user55: but how was her hair blonde before and now it’s brunette?

-> user89: could have been a wig or extensions to get the blonde? this is her natural hair!

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needforspeedupdates: yn was on good morning america to promote the film, which is out this week! she spoke about her forage into formula one. i’ll transcribe the clip attached!

interviewer: you’ve obviously dipped your toes into formula one before as you’ve been friends with lewis hamilton for a while, right?

yn: you’d think so! but i actually hadn’t. i was similar to emma in a lot of ways. both of us obsessed with coffee and clueless about motorsports! i did meet up with a friend who promised to teach me more. so that’s a bonus!

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user7: she HAS to mean charles by the friend. lewis had already been mentioned so she would have said his name.

-> user8: charles’ rizz is just asking girls if they wanna look at his car.

-> user3: he’s lucky he’s got that pretty face 😭

user9: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭

-> user1: not him snooping in the likes 😭😭

charleshater1: how about we ship her with an attractive driver like lewis or carlos. this is disrespectful to her brand.

-> user45: girl SHUT UP 😭

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nicholasgalitzine: the feeling when your bestie gets a f1 boyfriend so you have unlimited paddock passes.

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user1: DID HE JUST EXPOSE CHARLESYN 😭

-> user2: all those secret meetings and shit only to be exposed by a twink 😭

-> user3: he is nawt a twink. he’s too muscular. get your terminology right.

user4: NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE SAY THIS IS PR

user5: i don’t believe this. yn is so notoriously private about her relationships that i doubt she’d like a post that is exposing her.

user6: i want nicholas, taylor, yn AND charles 🤷🏼‍♀️

-> user7: this is the kind of greed they warned about in the bible.

taylorzakharperez: yes guys. i am dating an f1 driver. sorry to burst your bubble.

-> landonorris: it’s me :D

-> user8: lando dating taylor is less believable than true famous f1 couple taylor and fernando.

user9: PLEASE SOMEONE JUST TELL ME IF THEY’RE DATING I CAN’T DO ALL THIS SPECULATION ANYMOREEEEEE

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ham1ltonshaderoom: bad day for fans of actress yn yln! as she is seen strolling with her alleged boyfriend, f1 driver charles leclerc, in the streets of london. the new couple are very much boo’d up after the release of her newest rom com ‘need for speed’ that is taking the box office by storm. according to family and friends, the couple is very much ‘in love’ and excited to see where the future will take them. how do we feel about this new couple ham1ltons?

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user1: hate them!

user2: LOVE THEM 😍

user6: HER HAND AROUND HIS WAIST OMG

-> user7: charles is yn’s wife.

-> user8: STOP IM SO JEALOUS OF HIM

user3: are you sure this isn’t just pr? i mean… come on now. she does a film about a f1 driver. now she’s dating one. it could all just be a pr relationship to drum up interest for the film.

-> user4: or… they could actually be into each other?

-> user3: i won’t believe it until one of them post about it.

user5: months of speculation but neither of them have said a thing or been at a public event together. i mean… nicholas has been at more f1 races than yn 😭

user9: lewis is influencing charles already with the cuppa in london.

-> user10: y’know yn likes a london boy 😍

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charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest and most incredible girl in the world. thank you for sharing your world with me. i hope to stay with you forever. 💕

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user1: OMG ITS OFFICIAL

lewishamilton: so happy for you both! 💐

-> charles_leclerc: thank you lewis! wouldn’t have been possible without you.

-> user5: 1644 aka MY goats

user2: THIS IS SO CUTE IM JUMPING INTO THE SEA

yourusername: i love you <3

-> charles_leclerc: i love you more.

landonorris: BOO I HATE COUPLES

-> taylorzakharperez: 😔

-> landonorris: doesn’t apply to us sweetcheeks 😘

-> taylorzakharperez: 😍

nicholasgalitzine: thank god. tired of being yn’s excuse to attend f1 games.

-> yourusername: you loved it really don’t lie.

-> nicholasgalitzine: 🤭😏

maxverstappen1: does this mean the groupchat can be dismantled?

-> charles_leclerc: no :)

-> pierregasly: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

user3: WE WON!!!!

user4: NOOOOO YN PLEASE DATE ME!!!! I CAN DRIVE FAST TOO 😭😭 WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DONT 😭😭😭

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[mrs-lockley]

Results of WIP Poll

Thank you to everyone who participated in my WIP poll! Here are the results, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on which character you think it was 🥰 In ranking order!

Tagging: @soft-girl-musings @writefightandflightclub @venting402 @musing-magpie @sleepy-timaeus @marc-spectorr

I was supposed to protect you, not fall in love with you (34.8%)

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Fic Title: Reach for the Moon | Series Masterlist | Part I. The Breaking Summary: To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin’s bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to protect you, but he was never meant to fall in love with you. No Moon Knight AU.

In another world, I would have loved to do laundry and taxes with you (23.7%)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Fic Title: Forever the Name on My Lips Summary: Chasing an anomaly through the Spider-Verse, Miguel finds himself stranded in a house that seem so familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. He expects to find his way out, but what he does not expect is to see you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide as if you have seen a ghost, a wedding ring on your finger, wearing one of his college shirts. In his universe, you and Miguel never made it, but in yours, he was your late husband buried six feet under.

The dragon eats the moon, and I am afraid you will consume me whole (16.3%)

Pairing: Namor of Talokan (K'uk'ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan) Sirena Fem!Reader Fic Title: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones | Part 2 (Title TBD) Summary: Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia’s Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).

I never break a promise, but I broke my promise to you and fell in love with you (14.8%)

Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader Fic Title: A Thousand Cuts Cornelia Street Summary: Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts

We were never meant to be, but came to be, and only in this way. (10.4%)

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Fic Title: We'll Always Have New York Summary: Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Remember how Steve never properly learned driving..., so he definitely lack some finer skills like proper reverse parking. So he is making this millionth try oneday increasingly becoming redder due to embarrassment and a true trucker Bucky can't bare the pain of watching it anymore as so he goes and says out of the seat punk and does it in one go 😌

I can't find the exact meta right now to link but you know the one where it considers how Steve wouldn't've needed to drive in Brooklyn because his Ma didn't have a car, he couldn't afford a car on his own definitely, Brooklyn is very walkable, etc. Then, during the war, he clearly learned to drive, but, like, battlefield drive where there are no rules other than don't get killed, besides it's not like those vehicles were like civilian cars. And, of course, in CA:TWS, he "barrows" a car but... when the hell would he have actually learned the rules of the civilian road? When would he have gotten a license? That meta.

What I can find are:

This post that made me laugh about bad driver Steve

And also this poll and relevant tags that's hilarious, too

Now, relevant meta posts aside...

Might I interest you in some hooker Steve and trucker Bucky from two wonderful writers K (@howdoyousleep3) and Lynne (@the1918)?

Because in a different version of their alternative universe, I can absolutely see that as their way of meeting. Just this perfect meet-cute, more like meet-awkward, lol. Or, I can absolutely see your idea as an opening to an entirely new trucker universe! Maybe even a universe where Steve is trying to park his car at a rest stop along some high way that he's traveling along (maybe this is shrunkclunks and Steve is driving to try and get away and find himself again? Maybe he's moving across the country in a modern universe? Maybe something else entirely?) and accidentally hits Bucky's truck much to his sheepish, complete embarrassment. He was just trying to back up! He didn't mean to!

Or, or-! How about a universe where Steve is tired of the bustling city life and he moves out to the country to try and get away from it all? But, oops, city boy doesn't know shit about bein' 'round these parts, and so he gets his lil old city car stuck in a ditch after a rain storm leaves the desolate road all slick as he's driving into town to restock on supplies. He's not hurt, at least, not physically. His pride might be hurt, but that's alright when his knight in mud-caked, worn out jeans and a dusty flannel shirt rolls up with a beat up, dented to hell pick up big enough to winch him outta the ditch and introduce himself as the neighbor that lives a few miles down from the plot of acreage Steve just bought himself.

It's also possible, though, that between Bucky's--and I'm talking canon Bucky now--odd jobs in Brooklyn pre-war and his time as the winter soldier that he was properly taught to drive. So, you could also write this as Bucky just forcing Steve, the punk, to always be a passenger princess when they go places because Bucky is not going to die like that after all he's been through. No thanks, Steve. That's not a cool way to go.

There 👏🏻 are 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 many 👏🏻 possibilities 👏🏻

And you just know, Steve might be red from embarrassment when his initial mishap occurs, but suddenly, seeing Bucky--this big, brawny man with a huge chest and wide-spanning, callous-rough hands saddle up in his car--smoothly coax the wheel around and back up with finesse... Steve is red because he, uh, he might... he'd like it if Bucky had that kinda fine touch and finesse with him 🥴🥴

In conclusion: this! is! genius!

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Edit: gardener is meant to say "gardener / farmer" -facepalm-

find more polls like this one under my tag #mdzs job polls !

[hollowsdill-manor]

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Oliver 🍂

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Wolf 🗡️

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Ade ❣️

Driver 🚕

Boss❓

(there are more characters that have not been met yet)

HOW TO FIND YOUR RP:

#(character’s name) and (your name)

let me know if you would like me to use a specific name for your mc or change the tag to a ship name

If you’re not romancing the character you can find those role plays by searching

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[eastofakkala]

Group Mind! Help Me Figure Out My Nanowrimo Project

Hi, folks. I’ve officially signed up for nanowrimo for the first time (eee!) Last year, during November, I managed to write more than 50k words, but it was for several shorter stories. This year, I think I’m going for a longer piece. The only thing is, I don’t know what to write! So I’m turning to all of you for assistance. What of the following projects sounds like the most interesting? Please vote in the on the poll at the end of this post to help me decide.

Original romance novel: I will never share my original work here because I want to keep my fandom stuff separate from nonfandom stuff. So this would be the least interesting to people here. Still, it might be a good challenge for me as a writer.

Jin Sibs Road Trip AU: Mo Xuanyu turns up at Jin Guangshan’s funeral, not having enough money for the plane fare home. Meng Yao would like to help, but the problem is that he doesn’t have money or a driver’s license. Thus, it falls to Jin Zixuan to drive his heretofore-unknown half-brother halfway across the country to get home, with Meng Yao tagging along as the mastermind of the operation and Qin Su joining after finding out her paternity at Jin Guangshan’s funeral. Chaos and bonding ensue. Also, there might be a subplot involving 3zun.

A Sworn Brother Thing: a fanfic based on my favorite art piece by my favorite fan artist in this fandom. Jin Zixuan, having recently sworn brotherhood with Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji, stumbles upon evidence that the Venerated Triad are lovers. This makes him wonder if he’s expected to be romantically linked with his two sworn brothers as well, kicking off his attempt to matchmake all three members of his brotherhood. There’s no way this will end well. (Note: if this gets vetoed by the fan artist, which is valid, then it won’t happen)

Twilight Princess/CQL Fusion: This was born while I was thinking about 3zun and listening to the Twilight Princess soundtrack a while ago. Basically a combination of the loose plot and elements from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess focusing on the Venerated Triad. Twists will be twisted. Turns will be done. It will be awesome.

50k of other things: What it says on the tin. 50k of shorter projects, sequels, finishing up things, etc etc etc.

[cogniitec]

Unmasking the Secrets of Digital Marketing Success

Digital marketing is more than just a buzzword; it's a critical driver for business growth in today's hyper-connected world. Yet, despite its widespread adoption, the formula for digital marketing success often seems like a mystery. What makes some campaigns skyrocket while others fall flat? In this blog, we’ll unveil the secrets behind successful digital marketing strategies that consistently deliver results.

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1. Understanding Your Audience: The Foundation of Success

The first secret to successful digital marketing is deeply understanding your target audience. Beyond basic demographics, you need to know their interests, pain points, behaviors, and online habits. This involves:

Creating detailed buyer personas: Define your ideal customers' characteristics to tailor content and strategies that resonate with them.

Analyzing data: Use tools like Google Analytics, social media insights, and CRM data to gather information on your audience's behavior and preferences.

Engaging directly: Conduct surveys, polls, and focus groups to gain direct insights from your target market.

2. Crafting Compelling Content: The Power of Storytelling

Content is at the heart of every successful digital marketing campaign. However, not all content is created equal. Here’s what sets successful content apart:

Tell a story: Stories connect emotionally with your audience, making your brand more memorable.

Value-driven content: Provide information, entertainment, or solutions that your audience finds valuable. This builds trust and authority.

Consistency is key: Regularly update your blog, social media channels, and email campaigns to keep your audience engaged and informed.

3. Mastering SEO: The Art and Science of Visibility

Search engine optimization (SEO) remains a crucial factor in driving organic traffic. Successful digital marketers know how to leverage SEO to ensure their content reaches the right audience:

Keyword Research: Identify and use keywords that your audience is searching for.

On-page Optimization: Optimize meta tags, headings, images, and content structure to enhance search engine visibility.

Quality Backlinks: Build authority by earning high-quality backlinks from reputable websites.

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4. Harnessing the Power of Social Media: Beyond Likes and Shares

Social media is more than just a platform for promotion—it's a powerful tool for community building and brand awareness. Successful brands:

Engage authentically: Respond to comments, ask questions, and build relationships with your audience.

Use visuals effectively: High-quality images, videos, and infographics capture attention and drive engagement.

Leverage platform features: Utilize features like Stories, Reels, and live videos to maximize reach and engagement.

5. Utilizing Data-Driven Strategies: Make Informed Decisions

Data is the backbone of successful digital marketing. It helps marketers understand what works and what doesn’t, allowing for continuous improvement.

A/B Testing: Experiment with different versions of ads, landing pages, and content to determine what resonates best with your audience.

Monitor KPIs: Track key performance indicators such as conversion rates, click-through rates, and customer acquisition costs.

Adjust and Optimize: Use data insights to tweak your strategies, ensuring they remain effective and relevant.

6. Adopting a Multi-Channel Approach: Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket

Digital marketing success often requires a multi-channel approach. It’s essential to diversify your efforts across various platforms, including:

Email marketing: Use personalized email campaigns to nurture leads and convert them into customers.

Paid advertising: Leverage pay-per-click (PPC), social media ads, and display ads to reach a wider audience.

Influencer collaborations: Partner with influencers to tap into their existing audience base.

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7. Staying Adaptable: The Digital Landscape is Always Evolving

One of the most important secrets of digital marketing success is the ability to adapt quickly to changing trends and technologies.

Stay Updated: Follow industry news, attend webinars, and participate in online communities.

Experiment and Innovate: Don’t be afraid to try new tactics or platforms to reach your audience.

Measure and Pivot: Regularly assess your performance and be ready to pivot strategies as needed.

ConclusionDigital marketing success is not a matter of luck; it's about strategically using the right tools, data, and insights to connect with your audience in meaningful ways. By unmasking these secrets, you can build a robust digital marketing strategy that drives growth, engagement, and long-term success for your brand.

[blinder-secrets]

In The Leaves

tommy x reader, 1,850 words

a bit nsfw, mostly power play and lusting

The house is quiet when you get home, shut off, and dark, and empty empty empty. You dawdle in the entry way. Drip your coat off, leave your bag by the hat stand. If Tommy’s in he’s sleeping, or hiding, or locked up in the office with his head in the whiskey. You unlace your boots and push them under the dresser, though he hates when you do that. There’s places for shoes, he says, put them away.

��Tom?’

You call his name quietly, around the open door to his office. There’s no light, no man. He’s in bed, then. For once he’s beaten you to it.  

You go upstairs, zigzagging on the wide staircase because you can, because it’s late and your time is still your own to play with. It isn’t often that you take nights for yourself. No Tommy, no business. Free to do as you please. You’d gone to Vera’s first, then to the dancehall, then to Polly’s house in that little village, with the pretty parks and the bridges. You’d made your driver wait in the car until you were bored, and you’d paid him handsomely for it. That was part of the novelty too; money from your purse, orders in your voice, followed, not questioned. You see why Tommy craves it.

‘I should go home,’ you’d told Pol, ‘he hates when I’m away.’

‘No, love, he just hates not knowing where.’

‘Oh,’ you’d said. ‘Oh, no, I don’t think that’s it at all.’

When you reach the top, your stocking snags on a splintered floorboard. You pull it twice, and then it’s free again, but there’s a rip from your heel to your ankle. They were new; you’d put them on straight from the packet.

‘[Y/n]?’ His voice comes from the bedroom, low and curling around the hallway. ‘That you?’

‘Yes, Tom,’ you answer. ‘I’ve ripped my tights on the stairs.’

You follow your voice back to him, chase it through until you’re in the doorway, and he’s in the bed, ignoring you like you’d said nothing at all. You were right. Not sleeping, but hiding. He’s sitting against the headboard, chest bare, with the covers to his waist. He looks young, boyish. There’s note-paper in his hands and two more sheets of it on his lap.

‘Where’ve you been?’ he asks, without looking from his reading.

You slouch into the doorframe. ‘Am I in trouble?’

His eyes flick to you. It’s so quick, it may have just been the light on his glasses. ‘If you want to be,’ he says.

‘I was at Poll’s house.’

‘Drinking?’

‘Of sorts.’ The tear in your stocking is growing, you lift your foot to feel your heel through the hole. ‘She read my leaves,’ you say.

He sighs, sets the paper down, and picks up the next. ‘Did she?’

Your foot hits the floor with a thump. ‘Don’t you want to know what she saw?’

No, he thinks. No, I don’t care, he thinks. No, I’m sitting and reading and not looking at you, not even once, because I’m Tommy, and I’m bored of everything that isn’t myself.

You watch for a reaction. A clue that you’re right, that he is thinking all that, but he’s just still. His eyes follow the lines slowly. He clears his throat once, and then flips the page over to read the back.

‘It involved the two of us,’ you add, ‘the pictures in the leaves.’

‘Hm?’

Sighing, you cross the room and climb onto the bed on your knees.

‘You’re no fun, Tommy Shelby.’ Not when you want him to be. Not when it costs his time.

You crawl over to him, then turn onto your back and put your head on his thigh. You set your cheek against the covers so you can watch him, so he can find you at the bottom of the page, so he looks at you without meaning to. ‘What’re you reading that’s so important?’ you ask.

‘Letters,’ he answers, dropping the word into your gaze.

‘From who?’

‘Important people, love.’

‘Can’t I know?’ You touch his elbow, running your fingers in circles around the ridges of his skin. ‘I write your letters for you, sometimes.’

The paper lowers enough that your hand becomes trapped between his arm and the pillow behind him. ‘You asked for the night off, didn’t you?’

From work. Not from conversation, not from him. ‘I suppose,’ you grumble. Your bottom lip juts out and you let it sit there. Watch me pout, Tommy, watch me sulk like a child.

He sighs. Then he stacks the letter with the others and puts them all, abandoned, on the bedside table. ‘Alright,’ he says, once he’s looking down at you again. ‘What did Polly say,’ he groans, settling into the bed, ‘about your tea?’

You pull your hand free and turn your head to the ceiling. Your arms cross over your chest. It doesn’t matter now, it isn’t as interesting. ‘I’ve forgotten. Something about changing responsibility.’

‘Responsibilities?’ His hand goes to your face, his index finger trailing the line of your nose, across your lips and over your chin, down, down until it’s resting in the hollow of your throat. ‘Yours or mine?’ he asks.

‘Ours.’

He hums, the noise is deep in his chest, tumbling lower and under your skull. ‘What else?’

Suddenly, you’re shy. Nervous to tell him. What Polly had seen had excited you, filled you up with possibility and wonder, left you curious. Wanting. Tommy’s scrutiny would kill that, you’re sure. He’d flay the ideas and leave you to gather the scraps. ‘Nothing important,’ you tell him. ‘She thinks I should let go more. Let myself be.’

‘You should.’ His hand flattens over your collarbone. It’s either mercy, or his interest peaking and withering between you, because he changes subject like the conversation’s over. ‘You ripped your stockings?’ he asks, question already answered in his tone.

You look back to him, smiling. ‘So, you were listening.’

His eyebrows raise, head tilting as if to say, maybe. Maybe he was. Maybe he’s seen the ladder running up your calf.

‘Will you buy me a new pair?’ you ask.

‘If you want.’

‘Fancy ones? French?’

He nods.

‘You’ll give me anything, won’t you?’ Anything with a price tag, anything material. If it was within reason, he’d say yes, he’d have it on your dresser in a ribbon by the morning. You loop your fingers around his wrist. ‘Anything but attention,’ you muse. ‘That, I have to work for.’

You watch him blink, watch him incline his head and wet his lips. ‘Doesn’t everyone?’

No, not most.

‘You like working for it,’ he adds.

You snort. ‘Not always.’

Sometimes it’s nice to start things, sometimes you like to pull the want from behind his bored eyes. To make him need you, to make him melt beneath, and give way, craving, falling to the tide. Other times, it feels like a chore. Another responsibility you hadn’t asked for.

‘I shouldn’t have to do it all the time,’ you say, quieter than planned.

‘You have my attention now.’

‘Because I took it,’ you say.

‘No,’ he corrects. 'Because I gave it.’

He hold’s your gaze for a moment. Something slips between you, a new tension that twitches under your ribs, scattering your heartbeat. It bubbles and gathers in your chest, forces your breaths to become quick and short. You’re sure he notices it. Sure he’s planned for it. He looks down at you, lay against his lap, like he’s waiting for the nerves to form; for anticipation to fizz your senses.

His hand slides up until its curving around your neck, thumb and fingers bracketing your throat. It stills there, baited, cold against your skin. ‘Is it enough?’ he asks. ‘Have you had enough, hm?’

You swallow; it runs under his palm, sinking into your gut. ‘No, not yet.’  

He squeezes once, pulling lightly enough to get you to comply, and then you’re sitting up for him. Up and towards his chest, with his hand on your throat and your fingers scooped over his shoulders.

‘You don’t want to start things,’ he says, ‘not always?’

Your head shakes by itself.

‘Words, love.’

‘No,’ you answer.

‘Done making decisions, eh?’ His hand twists to hold the back of your neck, fingers splayed and straying into the base of your hair. ‘Tired of taking charge?’

‘Yes, Tom.’

He nods, the gesture is so slight it could have been nothing. ‘Take my glasses off,’ he says.

You do. You pull them from his face and set them on top of the papers, his gaze unmoving as you do so. The room’s quiet, but your head’s swelling with noise, your blood pumping loud enough to convince your eardrums that it’s in there. Filling your skull. Strong enough to dizzy you. When you straighten in front of him, his hands are on your waist, firmly, like he knows you need it.

Then he leans forward, pushing you backwards until you’re beneath him. Your arms are pulled upwards, flat on the bed, crossed at the wrists. He holds them there with one hand.

‘Have to let yourself be,’ he says by your ear. ‘You don’t want control, do you?’

You want to answer him. You want to tell him that this is what you’d meant, this is how it should be. Not always, but sometimes. A change of responsibility like the leaves said. When you open your mouth, all that pours out is a sweetened moan. It rides your breath over his shoulder and into the air.

‘No,’ you sigh. Not tonight. You don’t want control, you want this, you want this and him and attention until it’s flooding you. Until it’s too much.

Head lowered, he sinks kisses into your neck. Drags teeth and tongue down the line of your throat ’til you’re mewling. You lift up against him, back curved and eager, but he pushes back with his hips. Forces you down, subdued. Into the mattress and wanting.

‘Tommy,’ you whine.

He shushes you. ‘Leave them there,’ he says, as he pulls his hand from your wrists.

He goes upright, backwards and away from you, sitting on his heels like he’s praying. The sheet lies twisted around his knees. You wish he’d move it, you want bare skin against bare skin.

‘What shall I do with you?’ he asks himself. ‘Ay? How shall I have you?’

You’re putty waiting beneath his fingers. You’re honey, dripping, cloying, holding shape but slowly losing. His thumb finds the band of your stocking, pulls it taut against the clip that holds it there. Anything. Do anything. You’re his, you’re melting. You’re light pouring through the gaps and waiting, waiting to burst. Elastic snaps against your thigh. He smiles.

‘I like having you like this,’ he says.

Like you’re leaves, swirled and left in the cup. Wanting to be read, to be understood, to be laid out and fulfilled.

‘Like you’re mine,’ he finishes.

‘I am,’ you tell him. ‘I am, Tommy, I am.’

[zigtheeortega]

redeemed

pairing | m!raleigh x mc

word count | 6.6k

warnings | cursing, innuendos, mentions of sex

tags | @natesewell, @choicesarehard, @empressazura, @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @pixelsandkink [tagging people who usually ask to be tagged !] 

author’s note | i’ve talked about this before but i’m not a huge fan of the platinum mc’s personality, so i’ve kind of crafted my own that’s quite a bit more rebellious than canon. i’m obsessed with the idea of an mc who’s romancing raleigh and falls into the same pattern of behavior and it genuinely concerns them – so yeah i play with that idea here! i deviate from canon some but not too much ! this is my submission for day 2 of @platinumweekend as well ! also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize for the fizzle out at the end lol

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As soon as he stepped off stage, he was shuffled to his tour bus, Fiona on his heels. She looked like the human embodiment of rage in a grey blazer, a look in her eye that made him thankful he wasn’t the one it was directed at – or at least he hoped he wasn’t the reason she was two seconds away from a murderous rampage.

She slammed the door behind her, locking it, running to the windows and closing the curtains, peeking out at the paparazzi that no doubt had already tried flocking at the edges of the blocked off area where the bus was parked.

“Damn, what’s the problem? Can’t I at least get my food from craft services? Jesus,” he complained, grabbing a bottle of water from the fully stocked mini fridge, downing it while Fiona frantically ran around the bus, turning off every electrical device in sight.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She wheeled on him, a few strands of her hair sticking to her lips. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Yeah, you won’t let me go get my fuckin’ overpriced grilled cheese that I know is waiting for me,” he jabbed his thumb towards the venue. “At craft services.”

She eyed him, pupils wide, her anger nearly palpable. “It’s bigger than food.”

He ran a hand through his damp hair, some strands completely drenched in sweat. “Lay it on me.”

And the three words that fell from her lips were soul crushing, his post-show high wearing off in an instant.

“Dom’s been arrested.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He sat up, posture rigid. “What happened?”

“Not here. We’ll talk on the plane,” Fiona said, twisting the knob of the closet door, grabbing the black duffel bag on the ground. She tossed it at his feet, motioning for him to stand. “The jet leaves in an hour. I packed for you.”

“The plane? Where is she?” He was getting more and more frustrated, nearing hysterics. He should’ve felt a bit more shame about how worked up he was getting, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Fiona took notice, her fiery gaze softening at the edges, the blue flames flickering across his face. “Not here, Raleigh.”

He slung the duffle bag on his shoulder, walking to the door.

“Wait –” Fiona said, leaning over the couch to pull the curtain to the side, peering out again. “I paid off a security guard to distract the paparazzi. And when he does, we have to run to the car that’s gonna pull up any minute now – undetected,” she shot back at him, her icy gaze warning.

Within minutes, a security guard with a similar build to Raleigh sprinted towards the venue, jacket over his head, paparazzi on his heels.

With the camera’s flashing finally pointed away, they were able to slide into the back of the cab, thankful that Hank had connections everywhere. The driver rolled up the barrier without question as soon as Fiona tossed him a wad of cash that she’d fished out of a plain leather pouch.

She shook the pouch, her lips set in a thin line. “You know what this is?”

“A purse?” He asked, brows furrowed. “Is this some kind of fuckin’ trick?”

“It’s an emergency fund. Cash. Not traceable.”

She shook her head, dropping the pouch into her lap, before pinching the bridge of her nose. “When Dom first started getting into trouble, I had to pay off a few people here and there, but when it became more frequent, I had to actually sit her down with her accountant and sort this out.”

“Sort… what out?”

“How much money she needed to allocate to her… antics,” she rolled her eyes, propping her elbow on the back of her seat, hand pressed to her forehead.

She looked drained. Fiona never looked disheveled, but he sensed this was the closest she’d be to it.

“If it’s money she needs, that’s fine. Lemme call my agent –”

“There’s only so much cash I can hand people under the table before it becomes a problem. Not just financially, put publicly,” she sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek. “I’ve been able to cover up the smaller mishaps, but this, I’m afraid, might be the start of something… much worse than disorderly conduct.”

“You gonna tell me her charges?” His jaw set in anticipation, already running through a list of the best lawyers in L.A. that got him off from potentially hefty lawsuits.

Her short locks swayed as she shook her head. “I don’t think it’s my place to tell you.”

He blew air out of his cheeks, leaning into the corner of the cab, legs splayed wide as he tried to take a nonchalant stance. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll be glad you have a bedroom, shower, and fridge on the plane,” she said with another shake of her head.

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Raleigh laid in bed, aimlessly scrolling through his burner account.

He never really cared for social media under the public eye. Every post of his was either related to tour or the series of brand deals for products he never used. Each page was a personified advertisement – some shit he regretted signing up for.

One drunken night, his curiosity got the best of him and he found himself making a pretty inconspicuous profile, following some funny internet personalities and political commentators. And although he had plans to delete it, once Dom came into the picture, he unabashedly lurked.

He followed her on all platforms, and when he had the chance, he watched her stories, voted in her daily polls, and occasionally scrolled through her old instagram photos.

This time in particular, though, he was looking for something specific without really knowing if there was an answer.

He scrolled to her first post, hundreds down, smiling at high school Dom. Thick eyeliner, layered hair, brace-adorned grin – she was a poster child of adolescence.

Photos of her with Shane at pep rallies, in Halloween costumes, in prom formal wear filled the screen, later transitioning to senior portraits, graduation photos, and dorm photos. A setting of picturesque normality as Dom grew into herself, growing out her choppy layers, softening her makeup, her gleaming smile lighting up each photo.

She grew more beautiful with each year, each little phase of her life coming with a new style, a new little identity or association, Dom’s willingness to try new things the reason she was able to break free from her small town.

God, was Raleigh so fucking envious of this imperfect little portion of her Instagram. If someone were to look this far back for him, there’d be photoshoots and magazine spreads and paparazzi photos all neatly planned. The shaky off-guard photos, the unedited red eyes, the off guard photos, the expressions they made in them… it was something Raleigh never had the chance to do.

Being in the business for ten years, everything was pristine, crisp – always smiling or smoldering, no in between. Sexy and rugged or smiling and happy. Like he had two modes and he wasn’t ever able to exercise those other parts of himself because being in front of the camera was restrictive – while Dom was able to be unabashedly herself.

He was breaking shit just to feel something, to have some range of emotions even if it was a stupid fucking publicity stunt where he damaged property or made out with another politician’s daughter or attempted irreparable blows to his public image.

The more recent the posts, the more calculated her photos got, the phrase “ad” showing up more and more. But even with a skincare brand deal, her step-by-step skincare routine video was on brand for Dom, her bright smile and wit always present in everything she did.

But Raleigh couldn’t help but feel like parts of her were slipping away.

Her online persona was still pretty crisp, except for her style shift – tattoos, a couple piercings, and some edgier photoshoots signified a tonal shift in Dom’s aesthetic, but nothing he hadn’t seen before.

Hell, when he used his first innuendo on his solo album, there was widespread outrage on Sunset Skatepark fan forums, ripping into him for singing about using his dick (even though he was definitely an adult and definitely not a virgin).

But other than her general style, nothing was different. Nothing to indicate this downward spiral that Fiona kept a secret.

Where’s the shift? He thought to himself as he scrolled to the top. When the hell did she start changing for the worse?

She’d come a long way from her clean songs that didn’t require a radio edit. He felt a pang of something in his chest –– regret, maybe? Was he the reason she’d changed?

The questions sent him into a near tailspin, his pulse quickening at the realization.

He was the problem.

She’d since deleted her photos with Raleigh, because their breakup was so public, but he could tell that the shift happened right around the time she started spending more time with him.

He’d been a mentor of sorts, opposite of Avery, showing her the ropes… which meant that he was teaching her how to evade the press, fuck with the paparazzi, pick out industry plants – the whole nine yards.

She was impulsive, daring, adventurous, fearless – all the qualities he liked in himself. But he never thought those traits would take a negative turn, morphing her into a rebel with an affinity for breaking laws.

He could blame himself all he wanted, but he couldn’t blame her for taking the same route he took. 

He knew it better than anybody – it was hard to shift the public’s persona of you. Once you did something horrible to make them hate you, either the rebrands and ass kissing worked, or you get written off by everyone.

Raleigh Carrera was a special case, a wild card of sorts who toed the line, unpredictable, both with his craft and his behavior. The nastier his lyrics, the crazier his publicity stunts were, the more polarizing he was.

And that was no doubt the route Dom was on, heading towards an inevitable press nightmare – if people were to find out the home grown rags-to-riches Dominique Avalos dove headfirst into her rebellious phase with no smooth transition, she wouldn’t be able to Google herself for months without having a panic attack.

She’d changed drastically, but that’s what fame did to people. Some people cracked under the pressure, or they rebelled to show the public they were in control of their narrative… or that they desperately wanted it back.

He took a shaky breath, swiping out of the app.

He wasn’t sure if he could save her, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna try.

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The moment the jet touched down, Fiona was in full manager mode, adamant on abandoning his phone, stressing the importance of going off the grid.

“If anyone finds out you’re here, they’ll be able to put two and two together. Why else would you be in the same country as Dom when you’re supposed to be heading towards New York for your next show?” She asked, hand outstretched.

“I hate it when you’re right,” he grumbled, tossing his phone into her palm. “Where are we exactly?”

“I can’t tell you,” she sighed, looking exhausted. He had a gut feeling she hadn’t slept a wink since they’d boarded the plane.

“Why not?”

“It’s a bit safer that way.”

He scoffed. “You’re serious? Look, I’m not exactly thrilled to pull the A-List celebrity card, but this is borderline kidnapping.” 

“Let’s just say you might be able to pick up on some of the language,” she said, turning on her heel to exit the plane.

Within minutes, they were pulling onto a dirt backroad, the small houses they passed barely casting shadows onto the ground.

The town itself was seemingly innocuous – the tiny brick houses riddled with dust, the stone paths lining the road cracked and deserted. The tiny town had turned in for the night, their old Sedan sticking out like a sore thumb despite the old model.

Raleigh squirmed in his seat, twisting the expensive watch on his wrist. He fucking hated this.

No matter where he went, he was noticed in some capacity – so wearing a Rolex and Cartier rings in a small village in the middle of nowhere just made him look pretentious.

He slipped the rings and watches off, shoving them deep into the pocket of his jeans, ignoring Fiona’s calculating side eye (one he knew all too well).

The only light, other than the gas lamp posts and their high beams, came from the building at the end of the road.

The car pulled around the side, flicking their lights off, the driver peeking around before motioning for them to exit the car.

“Throw the hoodie on, Raleigh,” Fiona ordered while slipping on a ball cap of her own, her casual t-shirt and leggings wildly different from her normal outfit.

“Sure,” he murmured, tugging the hood on.

The walk from the car to the dusty glass front door was short, Fiona breaking into a light jog to keep up with Raleigh’s brisk pace.

The makeshift “waiting room” in the front corner of the station was empty, the scratched up folding chairs in crooked rows. The front desk was occupied by a sleeping form, head buried in the crease of his elbow, snore muffled by the counter top.

The other officer stood at the back near an old vending machine, sliding coins into the slot, the clink of each piece ringing out against the brick and linoleum.

No cameras, he thought, after a quick scan of the room, shoving the hood back in its place at the nape of his neck.

The holding cells were farther back, but he couldn’t see her.

He stepped up to the counter where the man was sleeping, giving a gentle knock to the top. The man stirred, unfurling his arms, while the other man in the back glanced up from where he was, elbows deep in the snack machine as he fished out his bag of chips.

Raleigh offered a basic greeting in Spanish, frowning just a bit when both officers’ eyes lit up – the phrase “famoso” and “celebridad” falling from their lips almost as soon as they recognized him.

Yeah, he was gonna use his notoriety to their advantage, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t sting when people immediately tried gauging what they could get from him when they realized who he was.

For a long time he’d been waiting for the day where name dropping himself didn’t get him out of deep shit.

And the day he met Dom, when he assumed she knew who he was, all she did was raise her brow as if to say “Why the fuck should I care?”

It startled him, truthfully. But it was such a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t remember a time before or after that someone showed no interest in him.

The officer in the back jogged to the front, pulling his phone out of his back pocket while asking for a picture.

He looked to Fiona, who was shaking her head furiously, stepping up next to him like her 5’5 stature was enough to shield him. “Nobody can know we’re here.”

He nodded, turning back to the men, trying to negotiate with them.

Yes, Dom’s here.

No, you can’t see her.

He racked his brain trying to figure out how he was gonna get himself – and Dom – out of the situation unscathed if he couldn’t give them a photo or autograph.

“Dom bought me the Rolex and Cartier rings, right?”

Fiona’s brows furrowed. “Yes. She gifted them to you on your birthday. You know this –”

“No, what I mean is, she has the receipts? Or you do?”

“I don’t have them, but I have access to them,” she said, still confused.

“Get rid of ‘em. I haven’t told anyone she bought them for me.”

Her face lit up in recognition, and she nodded, encouraging him to go on.

He dug in his pockets, fishing out the watch and thin bands.

After a quick exchange, the officers took two rings each, and began rapid fire arguing over the Rolex. They tossed Raleigh the keys, stepping out the front door.

“I’ll keep watch,” Fiona said, turning towards the door.

“Hey –” Raleigh said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

She quirked a brow at him. “What?”

“You’re not coming with?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why not? I’m not even sure what the fuck I’m supposed to say –”

“She specifically asked for you.”

He took a step back, resting his palm on the countertop behind him. “What the – are you… are you serious?”

She nodded once. “She might’ve been slurring, but she was clear as day. She wanted you.”

He blew air out of his cheeks, running a hand through his short waves.

Fiona’s gaze softened, her eyes still piercing. Fiona was a lot of things – steadfast, headstrong, determined – but she wasn’t soft. She didn’t sugar coat shit.

“She’s missed you. She doesn’t confide in me much, but even I can tell she’s unhappy. Be gentle with her,” she said, gaze tearing right through him.

The walk to the holding cells felt miles long – his resolve was shrinking with every step.

He wasn’t afraid of seeing Dom, not at all. He was afraid of whatever part of himself that might’ve been reflected in her.

The cell was empty, save for the curled form on the bench, long dark hair cascading over the edges of the seat.

“Dom?” He called, hearing her sharp inhale of breath as she stirred, bending into a long stretch, her limbs unfurling until she was lying on her back on the bench, tilting her head towards his voice.

God, even when she looked like life had torn her to shreds, she still looked beautiful.

“Raleigh?” She croaked, her eyes squinting to adjust to the low lights. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She arched her back, stretching again, her long frame covering the bench. It was almost the right level of distracting to stop the creeping annoyance at her question.

“What do you mean? I’m here to bail you out, obviously.”

“Where’s Fiona?” She asked groggily, rolling off the side of the bench awkwardly, trying to gain her footing.

“You asked for me, didn’t you?” He raised a brow, sliding his forearms through the bars, resting them there.

“She told you?” She asked, voice raising in betrayal, a scoff following his silence. “I was drunk.”

“And? You still asked for me.”

 “Oh, fuck off,” she murmured, crossing her arms as soon as she was balanced.

He dangled the keys between his fingertips, gently jingling them. “I’ll let you out if you tell me what happened.”

Her lip curled in annoyance. “You’d really leave me here?”

“You don’t want to find out.”

She ran a hand through her hair, blowing air out of her cheeks. “Alright.”

He unlocked the door and slipped in, the heavy door creaking as he slid it wide enough for him to fit through.

She backed up, plopping back onto the bench, arms lowering to curl around her sides.

He followed suit, sitting a couple feet away from her on the other end of the bench, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

She stared at the floor, clearly waiting for him to make a move.

“So…”

“So, what?” She grumbled.

“So… how’d you end up here?” He asked, trying to remain as relaxed as he could since she was clearly on edge, ready to tear him a new one at a moment’s notice.

“I was drunk. I got in a fight. Here I am.”

He sighed. “Look, you don’t have to tell me everything, but I can’t help you if I don’t know if you’re ankles deep or neck deep.”

She chewed her lip, chin dipping lower, strands of her hair falling forward, creating an inky veil. “Fine. I’ll tell you but… can you not… look at me?”

Raleigh’s face contorted in confusion, but he listened, swivelling until he was facing the back wall, propping one leg up on the bench.

He waited for her to speak. The break in conversation was a bit too long – but before a quip could fall from his lips, she spoke.

“I did get drunk, and I did get in a fight. I’m telling the truth but I, uh, left out some details,” she started, her voice low.

“I, uh, was passing through this town after my last show because I wanted to go to a bar without being noticed. Like the old days. I know it was stupid, but I didn’t think anyone would find me here.”

That was her first mistake. Smaller towns surprisingly had the most dedicated fans – maybe because they’re bored or nothing exciting happened in their towns, but most of his die hard fans came from the middle of nowhere. 

“The first hour was fine, and I was able to drink and dance with strangers. Most of them were a lot older than me and spoke zero English – and I speak a little bit of Spanish as you know, so I could make some small talk, but I was on my own just… enjoying myself and my freedom,” she said, and he could almost see the grin tug at the corner of her lips.

“I noticed someone taking photos of me with their phone, so I got a bit paranoid and sat in a booth in the back drinking for a little while longer so I could figure out my next move,” she continued, before sighing loudly. “I guess they told the local news or something, because by the time I decided to leave, I ran smack into a reporter on the sidewalk.”

Silence ensued again, this time more deafening than the last.

“I didn’t mean to give her a black eye. Or break the camera. Or elbow the camera man in the face when he tried restraining me. I just… couldn’t think straight. I was mad. Intoxicated and wrong, but still mad.”

“I know Fiona’s trying her best to get me out of this mess but… I think I went too far this time.”

Raleigh stared at the wall, racking his brain for something. He was a little dumbfounded that she spilled to him so fast. He figured it was gonna take a bit more digging to get her to open up, but she blossomed in front of him; despite the wilted petals, he was relieved to know she still trusted him enough to confide in him.

“Are you gonna say something?” She asked, a bit timidly.

“Not if I can’t look at you.”

“Okay, then don’t say anything.”

He sighed, settling into his spot on the bench, waiting again for her to speak.

“Why did you come?”

Instinctively, he shrugged. “You asked me to.”

“But you don’t owe me anything. We’re not together.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t drop everything to come help you. I mean, I’d like to think we’re at least acquaintances, if not friends,” he joked, resting his arm over the back of the bench.

“Sure,” she said, voice straining just a bit. Just enough for him to notice.

Dom was a special kind of resilient – one trait that Raleigh was sure she didn’t copy from him.

He knew that being a woman in the industry was already hard enough – everything from beauty to body standards to raging misogyny was enough to give people reasons to hate her, as stupid as they were.

Raleigh benefitted from the standards in place for men. He was young, attractive, talented – didn’t matter what he did wrong. He’d bounce back.

But he’d seen some vile shit since he’d ascended to fame. So many celebrities fading into obscurity after one mishap. One bad album. One bad interview. One rude encounter. One rumor.

For some reason, despite diving headfirst into troubled waters, Dom bounced back every time, fire in her eyes, her jaw set in determination, her face painted with the look she got when she was ready to face the world.

But whatever she was feeling in that moment, in that jail cell in the middle of nowhere – was enough to break her. 

He heard her take a deep, shaky breath, and he started to turn, but he felt her warm palm on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He listened to her labored breathing, likely struggling to hold back tears, while he stared at the cracks in the wall, trying to think of something – anything – to console her.

“Did Fiona seem… upset?” She asked, seeming a bit nervous.

“It’s kind of hard to tell, to be honest. She’s pretty intense all of the time,” he laughed, not really meaning to.

He was relieved to hear a light chuckle from behind him.

“Yeah, I figure she’s pretty mad at me. I don’t blame her,” she sighed, another break in conversation ensuing. A couple beats later, she asked, bluntly, “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” he answered with zero hesitation. “I know you’d do the same for me.”

She laughed again, a bit more genuine that time. “Not sure where you got that impression.”

“You wouldn’t leave me here to rot if I asked you to come, Dom. You’re not that heartless,” he teased gently, glad that things were taking a lighthearted turn.

“I’m just glad you’re not gonna lecture me. I already know I’m gonna get an earful from Fiona, not to mention the shit I’ll get from Shane and Avery. I couldn’t handle one from you.”

He grimaced. “Uh, well, you’d rather hear it from me than Fiona, right?”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” she mumbled under her breath.

“You know I normally don’t care what you do, because it’s your life, and you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, but Dom…” he trailed off, trying to choose his words carefully.

“I know I fucked up, Raleigh. I don’t need you making me feel more guilty than I already am,” she said defensively, voice raised.

“I’m not gonna make you feel guilty. Just offering some advice.” God, did those words feel foreign to him. Offering advice. He never did shit like this for anybody.

He took her silence as a green light. “You’ve just gotta slow down, Dom.”

Whatever impact his words made, he couldn’t see it, since he was still facing the damn wall. “Can I please turn around? I can’t talk to you like this.”

“Sure.”

He adjusted himself on the bench, trying to look attentive without staring. She was stunning, even with the smudged makeup, the dark circles, the red eyes  “You don’t have to do anything and everything you’re asked to do, but you gotta find some kind of balance.”

She wrung her hands in her lap, picking at her cuticles absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know.”

“I mean balance the good and bad, Dom. There’s a line for people like us and you can’t cross it often. You can get close, but you can’t just dive over it and not expect there to be some fallout.”

“I know,” she said, bluntly, looking a bit more annoyed with each word that came from his mouth.

“You can cause some chaos, but some of it isn’t acceptable,” he said, watching her expression contort in anger. “For them. Not acceptable for them. The average person, I mean.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk!” She rolled her eyes. “How are you gonna sit here and tell me that your brand of shit stirring is okay, but mine isn’t?”

“I’m not the one sitting in a jail cell right now, Dom,” he said, calmly but firmly. He wasn’t used to being the rational one, but he had to be level headed. He was trying to save her.

She ran a hand through her hair, leaning back against the back of the bench. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Trust me, I know.”

“You’re hypocritical.”

“Not necessarily,” he said, propping his arm up on the back of the bench. “I was in the industry for years before I started dirtying up my image. You just got here.”

“And you’ve been here too damn long to act the way you do,” she nearly spat, lashing out.

“I’m too far gone,” he simply stated, keeping surprisingly calm through it all.

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“I’ve been here for a long time, which means, I’ve got a lot more fuck ups under my belt. Irreparable damage, if you will.”

“People love you,” she said, matter-of-factly, like that solved it – it honestly relieved him. A bit of Dom’s naivete from when they first met was shining through.

“People also hate me, because I’m a little shit who sets fires for fun,” he grinned. “For legal reasons, my lawyers insist I clarify that I’m joking.”

She rolled her lips, trying to suppress a smile. “People who hate you don’t know you.”

He nodded. “You’re right, and you’re so close to the point I’m sure you can taste it.”

“I’m too far gone to save. No matter how hard I try for the rest of my career, I can never get away from the wild card label. Plenty of people don’t wanna work with me. I’ve damaged business relationships. Lots of artists don’t want to collab with me because of how it’ll make them look.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I know you don’t want this. You’re too good for whatever baggage comes with being a ‘rebel’, Dom. I don’t want to see you turn out like me.”

For the first time that night, she stared at him – really stared at him. Her deep brown, nearly midnight eyes searched his for any sign of insincerity.

“You’re… serious?” She asked finally, brows furrowed in confusion.

“One hundred percent honest,” he said, nodding.

She sat back in her chair, chewing on her lip, contemplating.

“Can you turn back around again?”

He nodded, wordlessly facing the wall again.

“I left out a few details,” she said from behind him.

“I’m listening,” he affirmed.

“I, uh, was pretty hammered by the time I left, so it was even harder for me to understand what people were saying,” she said before he could speak. “I heard the reporter say ‘Raleigh’ and ‘novio’ and I saw red… so… I, uh… swung.”

His chest clenched, tightening until it was difficult to breathe. He was thankful she’d asked him to face the other direction, because he knew his reaction betrayed his cool demeanor.

“I guess I’m not over it,” she laughed humorlessly.

He ran a hand over his face, racking his brain for a response, but coming up short.

“You, um, don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel the same. I shouldn’t have gotten attached. It’s on me.”

That made him turn, swivelling around before she could finish speaking.

She flicked her head towards the bars of the cell, raising a hand to cover her face. “I said ‘don’t look at me’, Raleigh. Goddamn.”

Years and years of PR training and interviews and he had no idea how the fuck to console her. Partially because he was trying to get a grip on whatever the hell was going on in his brain as well.

Instead, he answered her with a question of his own, a tactic he’d used anytime he wanted to deflect in interviews.

“Why can’t I look?”

Dom tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slowly rotating to meet his gaze. She sank her teeth deep into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

“Fuck,” she cursed, rubbing the backs of her hands under her eyes, the dried black mascara under her eyes beginning to liquidate again. “Because I’m crying, Raleigh. And I don’t cry.”

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I know there’s more to it than you’re telling me,” he asked, holding up two of his fingers in a solute. “No judgement.”

She sighed, crossing the room to put some distance between them. She began pacing, taking slow steps as she spoke.

“I might’ve fucked up my career and I keep letting people down and I’m destructive because this whole fame thing isn’t what I signed up for and I didn’t think I’d cave under pressure like every other mid twenties child actor who goes through a premature mid-life crisis, but here I fucking am,” she said, nearly out of breath by the end.

His legs carried him across the room before he could think twice, pacing towards her while she strode across the room in the opposite direction.

“God, I’m so fucking stupid –”

“Stop. You’re not stupid.”

“I am,” she said, wheeling on him. “And – and I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed that my manager and – and my ex –” She stopped in her tracks, rubbing a palm over her forehead, shutting her eyes.

He reached out to her, but let his hand fall almost immediately.

“My acquaintance had to fly out to a fucking village in the middle of nowhere to bail me out –” 

“Dom, stop –”

“– because I fought a fucking reporter over not being able to handle my fucking feelings –”

“Dom –”

“– like an adult with a functioning frontal lobe all because I love someone who –”

Her eyes popped open, her expression horrified. “Oh my god, I’m – I –”

She dug the heel of her hands into her eyes, dropping into a squat. “Fuck, fuck, Goddammit –”

“Did you just –”

“Yeah, Raleigh, I did. Don’t make me feel worse, alright? I know I fucked up,” she groaned from her heap on the ground.

“You just said you love me, Dom. I think I’m allowed to react,” he said, a slight teasing to his voice.

She glanced up, glaring. “Okay, then, react.”

Her gaze was fiery, her deep brown irises challenging – something else a bit more vulnerable lying beneath.

She was terrified.

He leaned down, gripping her around the waist to pull her back up, wrapping his arms around her upper back, hugging her to his chest.

She melted into his arms, relaxing and leaning into his embrace.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” she murmured into his chest.

“So do you?” He asked, chin gently balanced on her head.

“What?”

“Do you love me?”

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully, voice small.

“You don’t have to know. I don’t know either,” he said, just as earnest, feeling her tense in his arms. “But I do know that I like you enough to want you around, and that counts for something, right?”

She laughed (as genuine as he’d heard it), leaning back to look at him. “Yeah, it does.”

Their bodies were still pressed together, Dom’s chin tilted upwards towards him, their faces nearly touching.

“If this gets out, don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re a bad person,” he said, voice low. “You’re the best person I know –”

Dom closed the gap between them, capturing his lips in an intense kiss. He cupped her face in his palms and held her in place, moaning into her parted lips.

God, there was nothing that compared to kissing her. Nobody matched up. He’d made out with a lot of people since he was flung into stardom at sixteen, and no one – absolutely no one – left him in a daze like she did.

She gripped the strings of his hoodie, pulling him closer, sighing contentedly against him.

The smell of her shampoo mixed with the sweet scent of her skin and the warmth of her hands and her chest flush against his – it was the next best thing to being inside of her.

He pulled back, trying to catch the dreamy, half-lidded look she always got when they parted.

“So… did you take your jet here?”

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “Out of context, that sounds so superficial.”

She grinned, her first genuine smile that night. “Oh, but you’re not? Hanging around a rising artist to cling to relevancy?”

He laughed, the sound reverberating off of the walls. “I really am rubbing off on you, aren’t I?”

“Yep. The good and bad,” she agreed, still smiling at him.

“The good?” He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not so sure about that.”

“You’re literally the reason I haven’t walked out on my label and moved to bum fuck nowhere and lived off the land,” she said, shrugging. “You taught me how to have fun. You were the only one keeping me sane.”

He thought he was the one encouraging her to leap over the edge, but he was the one tugging her arm back.

The whole time he was convinced he was a bad influence, but he was doing some good – for her.

But with that revelation came the guilt at her words.

“‘Were’?”

“Well, we don’t really talk anymore. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

“Yeah,” she chewed her lip, stepping back, unraveling herself from his embrace. “I’m sorry.”

That was a slap to the face. Dom rarely apologized, because if she felt she was right, she wasn’t going to budge. She was stubborn as hell.

“Huh? Why?” “I don’t want to guilt you into spending time with me… or feeling things for me,” she said, rubbing her arm. “I didn’t mean to corner you.”

“You didn’t. I wanted to come.”

She glanced up, blinking at him. “No, you didn’t –”

“I did,” he emphasized, slipping her hand into his, intertwining their fingers. “I kinda missed being forced to hang out with you. Feels like old times.”

She couldn’t stop the laugh from ripping from her, this one louder than the last. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, but seriously, I’m here for you. Whatever you need. Always.”

“Thank you.” With her free hand, she punched his shoulder lightly. “You’ll regret that sooner or later.”

“Nah,” he said, lip curling into a smirk. “I don’t think I will.”

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[lankylevi]

Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

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“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie,  a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

[laketaj24]

Immured

Author’s Note: This is dark. Very dark. And therefore I find it necessary to give a disclaimer. There are triggers in the tags therefore it can be filtered out if you have filters. Warnings has listed triggers as well. I hope you continue to follow me and just ignore this series if you are not interested! Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it via inbox and I will alter the list! 

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Warnings: Kidnapping, Sex Slave, implied Noncon, noncon, triggering situations. Language. SMUT. 

Pairings: Y/N x Ragnarssons, (this section mainly Hvitserk x Y/N) 

“I’m just going to get some food.” You griped to your sister. Yes it was midnight but it just so happened your favorite pizza shop didn’t close for another three hours. Cheese sticks and a large coke would go you in for the night.

“But it’s late Y/N.” You could heat Terrica roll her eyes over the phone. “Just order in.”

“Girl, Stop.” You laughed whipping your car into the parking lot. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

The pizza place had no one in it. You could order sit for a minute and take your time. And that’s what you did ordering the four cheese pizza with a drink. You sit in the window watching the neon lights sparkle from the city outside.

“Beautiful night, you think?” The voice came from across the table.

You peered up meeting the green eyes and soft smile. Maybe you should have at least tried to look somewhat decent. You instantly regretted the two braids and baseball cap. “I think so.” You smirked.

“Why are you out so late?” He asked fiddling with the silver napkin dispenser in his hands. He pulled a stack of them from it and flipped through like cards. He was a handsome guy, but intrusive. Too much so.

“Uhm, food.” You answered standing as the white box came out of the back to the counter.

“562!”

“That’s me.” He said nothing watching you move from the table. “Night!” Alright. You should have listened to your sister. You take the pizza hopping in the car. Cute but weird as hell. It always seemed was who you attracted. You start the car singing At the top of your lungs, internally laughing at yourself until your tire starts to thud, over and over the gravel until you pull aside.

“This cannot be fucking happening!” You screech pounding your fist onto the steering wheel. “Fuck my life. I mean just fuck it.”

You climb out walking around to the rear end and it was undoubtedly a flat tire. And you knew nothing about changing them. Nothing at all. Okay you got this, just call AAA and it would work out. The headlights behind you startle you at first but not as much as the green eyed stranger that steps from the driver’s side with a friend.

“Hey! You having car trouble?”

“Stupid tire.” You say throwing your hands up.

“No worries we can put the spare on for you.” He smiled a genuine smile walking around to the back of his car. “One second let me get the jack.”

The dark haired friend looked you up and down, his slanted eyes worried you. So there was no way you wanted to stay in his presence.

“I can help you out!” You yelped walking around to the back of his car. “I didn’t catch your name.” You said hugging as you arrived at the back of the SUV.

“I didn’t give it.” His eyes met yours just as the the tacky tape slapped over your lips.

Your screamed but the muffled/muted sound went nowhere. The fuck! Your leg kicked the stranger in leg and jumped back nearing the road. You had to fight.

“You fucking bitch.” He growled.

“I told you she would fight.” The quiet one said.

And in one fluid motion he kicked the back of your leg lowering you to the ground and the neon lights of the city were gone, replaced by darkness as your lifted into the trunk.

“Give her one dose.” The sweet tasting inhalant hit you and in seconds you heard nothing.

“We have to put her in red. You didn’t even get to phase her properly.” Ragnar shook his head. “Do we know who she is? If people will come looking for her? Hvitserk did you think this through?”

“I’ve been watching her for weeks dad. She has a sister that’s all.”

“Is She a virgin? Experienced at all?”

“Virgin.” Ivar said.

“How in the hell would you know that?” Bjorn turns to his younger brother shaking his head. “Obnoxious fuck.”

“Bjorn, my dear brother, I’ll bet you five hundred.”

“It’s a bet. Asshole.” Bjorn says.

“Enough.” Ragnar paces the room shaking his head. “Hvitserk… she’s in room ten on the red floor. Fuck her.”

“That’s not my job, I’m the scout reds are Ivar.”

“That’s what I asked. You go down there fuck her and have Helga size her afterwards. Understood?”

“Understood.”

There were three levels in the Ragnarsson Compound. The first, the basement was called Red. Fresh slices, virgins or relentless women not willing to conform. Yellow was the next. Women who were learning, women who likely were gonna make it to green. Green were whores for high end clients and had more freedoms than the others.

You were red. A white room no window, a twins size bed, a toilet and a bottle of water.

The light flickered overhead and the door opened. There he was again, the green eyed monster. “You! Let me go!” You scream.

“I can’t do that.” He closes the door. “I don’t want to make this hard but you and I have to get acquainted quicker than I wanted.” He bites his lip as you back into the corner. “But before I fuck you, I think you should know my name… therefore you can scream it in pain or pleasure you decide.”

“Don’t do this.”

“If you make this hard… it’s going to be worse for you. They’ll send in Ivar, and ask any of the women here who they want and I swear to you it won’t be him. Just take off your clothes.”

“No.” The tears welled in your eyes.

“Don’t be sad.” He smiled. “Please, I can fuck the sad out of you. I can make it easy.” He took another step towards you closing in the space. “Would you like that? Can I fuck the sad out of you?”

Your eyes widened as he smiled more, tossing the shirt to the ground. “Oh gods.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m good at being gentle, but I do like a fight.”

Then he was going to get it. You back into the white wall with your fist clenched at your side and when he steps closer you swing on him. The strike to his face doesn’t yield him at all, it’s like a catalyst as he lunges towards you with a predatory glare in his eye.

“I said don’t make this hard.” Hvitserk’s heavy hand clamps around the back of your neck and he pushes you to the bed chest first and it’s in your instincts, scramble. “What is your name?” His weight covers you like a blanket and you’re captive. “Huh?”

“Y/N.” You’re voice shook.

They hadn’t given you many clothes. The white tank top barely kept you warm, no bra, just cotton underwear and a small blanket.

“Y/N.” His finger lifted up the side of your underwear allowing a small breeze to cool you. You were drenched and aching. This had never happened before. You didn’t want it to happen, did you. “If you’re still this could be fun for you, but if you make this hard… another will take you after me.”

“Okay.” You shake your head and he gives you a small smile. It doesn’t comfort you like you expected. It just scares the hell out of you.

The soft pads of his finger press on your swollen clit and you gasp. He ignores you pushing your thighs apart and starts to knead small circles that cause you to become wet for him. “Are you a virgin?” He whispers.

“No.” You didn’t think you were. That one time four years ago counted, you think.

Hvitserk pushes his finger into you, and your eyes widen at the intrusion. You wince and clamp your legs around his hand. Hvitserk doesn’t stop adding a second finger to the mix and then you moan. “See dove, this can be good.” He sounded as if he was trying to comfort himself rather than you. Hvitserk’s fingers curl and you grip the sheets oking them from the corners. Your body coiled with pleasure as he thrust his fingers in and out of you taking you to the threshold of pain and pleasure. And apparently your response had made him grow impatient. He stood stepping out of his pants and then grabbed your legs.

But this time you kicked in him harder and his body thudded against the wall and you run towards the door. Your fingers hit the cool metal and the knob turns. You’re out! You’re out. The long dark hall was lit with red lights, rooms on each side. No exit in site.

You head down the hall turning at the corner and then you hear the footsteps.

“Hvitserk! Are you done? Fuck we are starved!” It was the other one. Who in the hell was we? You lean flush against the wall. Where was the exit?

The light from under the door ahead of you was white. It had to be it.

“She got out.”

“What the fuck do you mean she got out!”

“Exactly what I said Ivar!”

“You are the only person I know who makes this shit hard. Cuff her to the bed, spread her pussy and fuck her. It has to be the easiest shit and you Mr. Heartfelt let her beat your ass.”

You closed your eyes. He was the nice one. Ivar or whoever sounded like a dick. You reach another room stepping in. The woman was counting out medicines and she heard the door shut.

“I told you it would be a minute Hvitserk.” The blonde turned. “You’re not Hvitserk.”

“Please help.”

“Honey, I’m not savior. Ivar!!!”

Your heart drops as you run out of the room and the tall figure is at the end of the hall.

“If you run, when he’s done I will show you a proper fuck.”

Fuck him. You bolted towards the door only to be hit with a stonewall chest, bigger than both the men. You looked up to the blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked nice but you knew he wasn’t.

“We have a runner. Ubbe will be pleased.” He chuckled lifting you as if you weighed nothing and heading back into the room. In seconds the manacles are around your hands and feet. “Can you keep her under control now?”

“Fuck off.” Hvitserk rolls his eyes.

“No hurry up. I’m getting impatient.”

“Are you ever not inpatient Ivar?”

The door closes and Hvitserk is back to you. “I thought things were going well.” He spoke to you. But next round I’ll make sure you are.” Hvitserk stands revealing his cock, it hung thick and hard and fucking long and your eyes widened. Oh shit.

He blankets you and his warmth is comforting until the head of his dick prods at your entrance, stretching you. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

You can’t answer. The tape on your mouth surely wouldn’t let you. And then he thrust inside of you, a melodic grunt escapes and you arch from the bed. He felt intense, his movements precise. His hands gripped your waist and he fucked into you with a sweet pace that made you relish in the feeling and loath yourself for enjoying it. The sounds you make urge him further, every deep stroke he takes rattles something in you and you most in sweat.

“See.” He snapped on your hips and smiled. Fuck he was already getting you near the crest of an orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him and then again and your legs grew weak as the surge of pleasure exploded around you. “You love this shit don’t you.” He slammed into you a few more times until he pulled out dripping his cum down your thigh. “Lie there think about how running just fucks shit up and you can shower later.” The door closes and you shake.

This was not the pizza run your expected. Your eyes grow heavy in minutes and you sleep until the creak of the door wakes you.

“Showers.” Ivar said at the door. “And then I will show you a proper fuck.” 

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3D mapping & 3D Modelling Market is Likely to Increase at a Significantly High CAGR by 2023

Market Dynamics

Market Research Future (MRFR) presumes that the printed electronics market 2020, after touching a valuation of USD 6.24 billion in 2018, can now reach USD 11.50 Billion by 2023. MRFR also confirms that the market can advance at a rate of 13.0% over the appraisal period (2018–2013). We will provide COVID-19 impact analysis with the report, offering an in-depth review of the market following the coronavirus disease outbreak.

COVID-19 Analysis

Health-care professionals, governments and industries are struggling to deal with the after effects of the COVID-19 outbreak, with the use of artificial intelligence, big data and predictive analysis, in every way possible to reduce the spread of the pandemic. The printed electronics market is on the brink of massive financial crisis due to ceased production, price volatility and disruption in supply. For this, manufacturers are stepping up to address the soaring demand; however, the lack of raw materials can be a huge challenge for the industry.

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However, printed electronics are observing huge demand across various industries like healthcare, retail and automotive post SARS-CoV-2, given the rising use of electronic devices for smart applications owing to closure of gyms, schools, restaurants, theaters, and various public venues. There has been a decline in social interactions, which has led to significant curb on people’s mobility that helps reduce the spread of novel coronavirus. Countries are working on finding a COVID-19 breakthrough; printed electronics manufacturers are doing everything in their capacity to curb the revenue loss during the lockdown period. Despite the COVID-19 impact, it can be assumed that the printed electronic market can witness sustained growth due to mitigation measures being taken by governments and leading players.

Growth Inducers and Main Restraints

The massive traction gained by the printed electronic technology has been result of its ability to be integrated into various dynamic applications such as consumer electronics and IoT. The growing popularity of IoT has given way to a host of lucrative opportunities, boosting the printed electronics application scope across industries. Also, the soaring demand for printed RFID devices and advanced OLED displays work in favor of the technology, given its higher efficiency, low power consumption as well as low production cost.

Over the years, printed electronics has been subjected to vigorous research, leading to continuous improvisations and upgrades that have boosted its capabilities and applications across diverse fields. Heavy spending on R&D by various organizations, manufacturers and associations has also resulted in multiple benchmarking advancements and innovations in the market, leading to higher profits.

A majority of renowned manufacturers are using the printed electronics technology to develop various products depending on the demand of distributors and consumers. Many of the leading vendors are focused on partnerships and mergers and acquisitions to expand their presence in untapped markets of emerging regions. To cite a reference, Thin Film Electronics ASA (U.S.) entered an agreement with CymMetrik (China) for the expansion of sales in countries like China, India, and Taiwan, among others.

Regional Insight

The geographic distribution of the printed electronics market comprises North America, APAC/Asia Pacific, Europe, and RoW/rest of the world.

MRFR deems North America with the highest potential to clinch the top position in the global market. As a highly advanced region, there is higher uptake of modern technologies, especially in the semiconductor industry. The printed electronics market has incredible growth potential in the region, due to extensive application scope in consumer electronics and automotive industries. It is anticipated that the US can take the lead in the regional market, thanks to the growing investments in R&D coupled with the rising consumption of the technology in applications such as lighting, RFID devices and photovoltaic.

The APAC market can witness the fastest expansion in the years ahead, as a result of the easy availability of low priced technologies combined with the high concentration of well-established electronic devices manufacturing vendors. The APAC market is the most lucrative in countries like India, Japan, and China, because of the thriving electronic manufacturing industry.

Significant Competitors

Significant competitors in the printed electronics industry include E Ink Holdings (Taiwan), FM Systems (US), SAMSUNG (South Korea), Brightvolt (US), Xerox (Palo Alto Research Center) (US), Thin Film Electronics (Norway), Molex (US), Novacentrix (US), Intrinsiq Materials (US), Agfa-Gevaert (Belgium), BASF (Germany), to mention a few.

Table of Content:

4 Market Dynamics

4.1 Porter’s Five Forces Analysis

4.1.1 Threat Of New Entrants

4.1.2 Bargaining Power Of Buyers

4.1.3 Threat Of Substitutes

4.1.4 Segment Rivalry

4.1.5 Bargaining Power Of Suppliers

4.2 Value Chain/Supply Chain Of Global Printed Electronics Market

5 Industry Overview Of Global Printed Electronics Market

5.1 Introduction

5.2 Growth Drivers

5.4 Market Restraints

5.4 Market Opportunities

6. Global Printed Electronics Market, By Printing Technology

6.1 Introduction

6.2 Inkjet Printing

6.2.1 Market Estimates & Forecast, 2020-2027

6.2.2 Market Estimates & Forecast, By Region, 2020-2027

6.3 Screen Printing

6.3.1 Market Estimates & Forecast, 2020-2027

6.3.2 Market Estimates & Forecast, By Region, 2020-2027

6.4 Flexographic Printing

6.4.1 Market Estimates & Forecast, 2020-2027

6.4.2 Market Estimates & Forecast, By Region, 2020-2027

6.5 Gravure Printing

6.5.1 Market Estimates & Forecast, 2020-2027

6.5.2 Market Estimates & Forecast, By Region, 2020-2027

6.6 Others

6.6.1 Market Estimates & Forecast, 2020-2027

6.6.2 Market Estimates & Forecast, By Region, 2020-2027

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Recent Updates

May 2020

HENSOLDT along with Nano Dimension, a leading printed electronics provider, has successfully achieved a significant breakthrough while studying the use of 3D printing in developing high-performance electronics components. With the use of recently created conductive ink and dielectric polymer ink from Nano Dimension, the company managed to assemble the first-ever ten-layer printed circuit board that can carry high-quality electronic structures soldered to outer sides.

Market Segmentation

The printed electronics industry has been segregated into printing technology, application as well as industry vertical.

The printing technologies considered in the study include screen printing, inkjet printing, gravure printing, flexographic printing, and others.

Application-wise categories are RFID tags, displays, photovoltaics, batteries, lighting solutions, sensors, and more.

Industry verticals that deploy the technology are consumer electronics, aerospace and defense, healthcare, retail and consumer goods, automotive, and others.

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ANOTHER BIG TALKER– IN JUST HOURS WE’RE EXCTINPEG- NEW GUIDANCE ON– – WHEN– U YOSHOULD– BE WEARING A MAS K. ABC’S IKE– E- JOCHI –BREAKS DOWN–WHAT CHANGES– WE COULD SEE–AND THE RACE–TO VACCINAT E. THIS MORNING A NEW MILESTONE IN THE FIGHT AGAINST THE CORONAVIRUS. NEARLY 96 MILLION AMERICANS ARE NOW FULLY VACCINATED. THE CDC IS EXPECTED TO ANNOUNCE NEW GUIDELINES FOR OUTDOOR MASK WEARING FOR THOSE FULLY VACCINAT. ED SOT DR RIBEIRA: “WE’VE LEARNED A LOT ABOUT THE VIRUS IN THE LAST YEAR AND RECENT RESEARCH REAL LY SHOWS A VERY SMALL PERCENTAGE OF INFECTIONS – LESS THAN 10% – HAPPEN OUTDOORS.” MO S: “I THINK EVERYBODY’S READY FOR THIS. WE’RE GETTING BACK TO NORMALCY.” A GROWING NUMBER OF STATES ACROSS THE COUNTRY ARE LIFTING THEIR OUTDOOR MASK MANDATES. THISS A VACCINATION SITES BEGIN TO ONCE AGAIN OFFER JOHNSON AND JOHNSON’S ONE SHOT VACCINE. THE CDC CLAIMS T HE VACCINE’S BENEFITS OUTWEIGH THE RIS. KS GFX: OUT OF THE 8 MILLION J&J DOSES GIVEN, 15 WOMEN SUFFERED RARE BLOOD CLOTS AND THIS MORNING- DOCTORS IN CALIFORNIA REPOING RT THE CASE OF A MAN IN HIS 3S 0’ NOW RECOVERING FROM A CLOT IN HIS LEG GFX THE MAN RECEIVED A J &J SHOT-THE CDC HAS NOT CONFIRMED ANY CONNECTION A NEW ABC NEWS POLL TAKEN REVEALS THE VACCINE PAUSE MAY CAUSEDOW LER TRUST IN THE VACCINE. LESS THAN HALF OF AMERICANS SEE THE J&J VACCINE AS SAFE. AND 73 PERCENT OF THOSE NOT YET VACCINATED SAY THEY WOULDN’T TAKE THE SH OT SOT MORRIS: “AND THEM ALSO PU TTING THE JOHNSON AND JOHNSON ON PAUSE, IT REALLY MADE ME THINK MORE TN HA TWICE ABOUT GOING BACK A ND GETTING THE SECOND ONE. ” DAILY VACCINATIONS DROPPING TO AN AVERAGE OF 2.75 MILLION DOSES. 24 PERCENT OF AMERICANS ARE NOT INCLINED TO GET A COVID-19 VACCINE. YET EFFORTS CONTINUE AROUND THE COUNTRY TFIO GHT VACCINE HESITENCY. IN WEST VIRGIN- IAGOVERNOR JIM JUSTICE OFFERING A 100 DOLLAR SAVINGS BOND FOR ANY 16 TO 35 YEAR OLD WILLING TO GET A SHOT. SOT GOV. JUSTICE: “I ‘M TELLING YOU, IT’S TIME, WEST VIRGINIA, TO SHUT THIS THING DOWN.” TAG: THBIDEE N ADMINISTRATI ON ANNOUNCING A PLAN TO SEND PPE AND MILLIONS OF DOSES OF ASTRAZENECA VACCINE DOSES TO IIAND, WHERE THEY’VE SEEN NEARLY ONE MILLION W NE COVID CASES IN JUST 3 DAYS. IKE EJIOCHI, ABC NEWS WASHINGTON SPEAKING OF TRUSTING THE VACCINE–HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE JOHNSON AND JOHNSON VACCIN E? WILL YOU GET IT– NOW THAT’S ITS BEEN– DEEMED– SAFE ENOUGH TO ADMINISTER? TAKE PART IN OUR POLL ON THE WJCL TWITTER PAGE RIGHT W NO SO FAR IT’S PRA ETTY EVEN SPLIT OF THOSE WILLING TO GET THSIE NGLE SHOT AND OTHERS WHO DON’T THINK ITS SAFE. A DEADLY CRASH ON TYBEE– ON HIGH-WAY 80 AT LAZ-A-RETTO– CREEK– BRIDGE. AUTHORITIES SAY- IT CAUSED THAT STRETCH TO BE SHUT DOWN FOR SEVERAL HOURS. TYBEE POLICE SAY- THE CRASH HAPPENED AROUND– 11-30 LAST NIGHT. THE NAME OF THE VICTIM– AND– THE CAUSE OF THE CRASH–IS NOT YET KNOWN. BRAND NEW THIS MORNING. .. A STORY OF SURVIVAL AFTER A CAR EXPLODES INTO A MASSIVE BALL OF FIRE… YEAH ASHLEY… LETS PLAY THAT HEART-STOPPING VIDEO RIGHT NOW… NATS OF PEOPLE IN VEHICLE THOSE ARE PEOPLE IN A PASSING CAR REACTING TO THAT EXPLOSION… IT HAPPENED SUNDAY…N I A DALLAS, TEXAS SUBURB… THE VIDEO SHOWS THAT CAR WAS ALREADY ON FIRE WHEN THE DRIVER PULLED OVER.. NO WORD – YET – ON WHAT CAUSE THAT FIRE – – AND EXPLOSION. .. AMAZINGLY THAT DRIVER IS OKAY. “I HEARD A BIG CRASH KABM OO AND LOOKED OVER ON THE BRIDGE HERE AT BLACK RIVER AND COME TO FIND OUT WE HAVE AN 18-WHEELER HANGING OFF THE BRIDGE WHAT A STORY THAT SOUTH CA ROLINA MAN HAS TO TELL THIS MORNING… HE WAS FISHING FROM HIS BOAT WHEN HE HEARD THAT COMMOTION ABOVE HIM… AND TURNED TO LOOK… THERE IT WAS… AN EIGHTEEN WHEER EL TEETERING OFF THE EDGE OF A BRIDGE ALONG HIGHWAY 17… IN GEORGETOWN COUNTY. .. THE CRASH SHUT DOWN THAT STRETCH OF7 1FOR HOURS… THAT TRUCK DRIVER IS OKAY THIS MORNING. .. NO WORD ON THE CONDITION OF THE OTHER DRIR VE INVOLVED IN THAT CRASH AFTER SEEING BO DY CAMERA FOOTAGE OF THE POLICE SHOOTING OF ANDREW BROWN, JUNIOR- — HIS FAMILY AND THEIR LAWYERS ARE CALLING HIS DEATH *AN EXECUTION.* THE FAMILY WAS ONLY ALLOWED TO SEE 20 SECONDS OF FOOTAGE—- WHICH ANGERED NOT ONLY THE FAMILY— BUALSOT THE PROTESTERS WHO HAVE BEEN CALLING FOR THE FU LL RELEASE OF THE BODY CAME RA FOOTAGE SINCE BROWN DIED LAST WEDNEAY. SD ONE THE BROWN FAMY’S IL ATTORNEYS SAYS THE PART OF THE VIDEO THEY WERE ABLE TO SEE SHOWED THAT BROWN WAS NOT A THREAT TO PASQUOTANK DEPUES ATIS THEY TRIED TO SERVE HIM AN ARREST WARRANT. CHANTEL LASSITER, BROWN FAMILY ATTORNEY: “HEAS W NOT REACHING FOR ANYTHING, HE WASN’T TOUCHING ANYTHING, HE WASN’T THROWING ANYTHING AROU, ND HE HAD HIS HANDS FIRMLY ON THE STEERING WHEEL. THEY RUN UP TO HIS VEHICLE AND SHOOT HIM.” (GAS) PS THE PASQUOTANK SHERIFF SAYS THE SHAKINESS OF BODY CAMERAS CAN MAKE IT HARD TO DETERMINE EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING— AND THE INVESTIGATION INTO BROWN’S DEATH IS ONGOI. NG IN THE MEANTIME— THE COUNTY ATTORNEY HAS FILED A MOTION TO HAVE THE BODY CAMERA FOOTAGE RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC. AS FORMER MINNEAPOLIS OFFICER DEREK CHAUVIN AWAITS HIS SENTENCING TRIAINL JUNE— — HE MAY TRY TO APPEAL HIS CONVICTIONS IN THE MURDER OF GEORGE FLOYD. HOWEVER— THE MINNESOTA ATTORNEY GENERAL SAYS THAT’S SOMETHING HE’S NOT WORRIED ABOUT. KEITH ELLIN SO MINNESOTA ATTORNEY GENERAL ELLISON – “WELL LOOK, Y AN CASE IS GOING TO BE APPEALED. YOASU K THE CRITICAL QUESTION AM I WORRIED ABOUT IT? I’M SUFFICIENTLY CONCERN ED BECAUSE I NEED TO BE, YOU KNOW, WE’RE NOT GOING TO GET CARELESS… BUT I FEEL THAT THE TRIAWAL S SOLID AND IT WAS FAIR AND THAT DEREK CHAUVIN HAD AN OPPORTUNITY FOR A FULL AND FAIR TRIAL.” ATTORNEYS FOR FORMER DALLAS POLICE OFCEFIR AMBER GUYGER WILL APPEAL HER MURDER CONVICTION TODA Y. GUYGER SHOT AND KILD LE HER NEIGHBOR– BOTHAM JEAN— IN 20-18. SHE SAID SHE ENTERED HIS APARTMENT BY MISTAKE — AND THOUGHT HE WAS AN INTRUD. ER SHE WAS CONVICTED AND SENTENCED TO TEN YEARS IN PRIS. ON HER ATTORNE AYSRGUE SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHARGED WITH CRIMINALLY NEGLIGENT HOMICIDE— INSTEAD. THAT USUALLY CARRIES A MAXIMUM SENTENCE OF TWO YEAR S. THE JUSTICE DEPAMERTNT IS LOOKING INTO THE LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY POLICE DEPARTMENT … AFTER THE BOTCHED RAID TT HA KILLED BREONNA TAYLOR. THE 26-YEAR- OLD WAS SHOT DURING A NO- KNOCK RAID WHILE SHE AND HER BOYFRIEND WERE SLEEPING LAST YEA R. HER BOYFRIEND FIREDT A POLICE, SAYING HE THOUGHT THEY WERE INTRUDERS. POLICE FIRED BACK, KILLING TAYLOR. THE JUSTICE DEPARTM Tired of losing, woman buys her ‘last’ $3 lottery ticket in Beaufort, then wins $100,000 Lottery officials say the woman, who purchased the ticket on Boundary Street in Beaufort, plans to buy a house with the winnings. Updated: 11:46 AM EDT Apr 27, 2021 Above video: Your latest headlinesLottery officials say two friends played the lottery in Beaufort. And while one lost, the other won $100,000.But there are no hard feelings between the two.”My friend was happy for me,” the winner, who chose not to be identified, told South Carolina Education Lottery officials. “I was excited and conflicted, because she deserved to win too.”Her friend talked her into buying a ticket at the Amoco Food Shop on Boundary Street in Beaufort. She says they like to scratch tickets together, but she was tired of not winning and said the $3 Lady Jumbo Bucks Crossword ticket would be her last.Since the win, she’s had a change of heart.”Every once in a while I might buy a ticket with her,” she laughed.In the meantime, she’s buying a new house.For selling the claimed ticket, Amoco Food Shop in Beaufort received a commission of $1,000. Above video: Your latest headlines Lottery officials say two friends played the lottery in Beaufort. And while one lost, the other won $100,000. But there are no hard feelings between the two. “My friend was happy for me,” the winner, who chose not to be identified, told South Carolina Education Lottery officials. “I was excited and conflicted, because she deserved to win too.” Her friend talked her into buying a ticket at the Amoco Food Shop on Boundary Street in Beaufort. She says they like to scratch tickets together, but she was tired of not winning and said the $3 Lady Jumbo Bucks Crossword ticket would be her last. Since the win, she’s had a change of heart. “Every once in a while I might buy a ticket with her,” she laughed. In the meantime, she’s buying a new house. For selling the claimed ticket, Amoco Food Shop in Beaufort received a commission of $1,000. Source link Orbem News #AmocoFoodShop #Beaufort #BoundaryStreet #buys #Losing #Lottery #lotterywin #SouthCarolina #SouthCarolinalottery #ticket #tired #wins #Woman