#them boys bustin moves

[nazura]

[thesimquarter]

Quick appreciation of the slightly cursed renders in the GBA manuals for the sims: bustin’ out & the urbz.

Anyways, did you know? The handbooks for the first two handheld Sims games has some unique descriptions for many of the characters!

These are the ‘Meet Your Neighbors’ pages of of The Sims: Bustin’ Out (GBA) and The Urbz: Sims in the City (GBA & DS) in the official game manuals.

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MEET YOUR SIMVALLEY NEIGHBORS For a small town, SimValley has a lot of colorful characters for your Sim to get acquainted with. This section gives you a peak at just a few of the people who populate your Sim’s new home town.

Dusty Hogg - This bad boy biker plays by his own rules. While rumors around town state that he still lives with his parents, we don’t recommend you tease him about that—or anything else.

Mad Willy Hurtzya - Mad Willy knows a thing or two about going 10 rounds. Quick to solve a problem by applying his fists, he's definitely more of a fighter than a lover

Eddie Renalin - Although some Sims say that Eddie used to be a skinny twerp of a kid, those allegations have never been proven. Though short on smarts, these days Eddie's the biggest and strongest guy around town.

Bucki Brock - Bucki is a straight shooter who was born and raised right in the Valley. This is one girl who knows a cow from a steer and that's no bull.

Daddy Bigbucks - Daddy is sure enough a big spender. Your Sim will want to keep on his god side a to ensure they're near the drainpipe should any of that wealth trickle down.

Det. Dan D. Mann - Detective Dan D. Mann is the police presence in SimValley. He prides himself on keeping the SimValley streets safe and boasts that jaywalking is down 25% since he took on the beat.

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O. Phil McClean - While O. Phil McClean isn’t the friendliest fisherman your Sim will ever meet, he does know the best spots for reeling in the biggest fish. If your Sim can get to know this crusty angler, he might tell them just what he’s using for bait.

Ephram Earl - This otherworldly neighbor is very familiar with things that go bump in the night. A bit on the loony side, this ghost can still give your Sim some of the worldly belongings that he no longer needs.

Misty Waters - Misty is responsible for keeping swimming Sims from expiring in the watery deep. She prides herself on staying fit, all the better to save lives and look good in her work uniform... a swimsuit.

Chet R. Chase - No hoity-toity, fancy French cooking for Chet R. Chase. A SimValley native, Chet serves up a tasty plate o' vittles that’s pure down home cooking.

Olde Salty - Olde Salty is the SimValley fish monger. He's a grumpy old sailor so ye'd best be wary of what ye say!

Nicki Knack - This SimValley old timer has made it her business to put her nose in everyone else's. A devoted collector of this and that, Nicki really might have a use for some of the items your Sim can't use.

Uncle Hayseed - Thanks to Uncle Hayseed’s generous invitation to come and spend the summer in SimValley, your Sim has a chance to enjoy the slower-paced life of country livin’ at its finest.

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Giuseppi Mezzoalto - Some Sims are suspicious of this Giuseppi and think that he sometimes uses his van for moving people's things—whether he hired or not, But when it's time to relocate, his big, roomy van does the trick for toting a Sim’s possessions across town.

In addition to this cast of characters, there are many more Sims around town who can become friends, roommates, or more!

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Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius has moves on the court and is a straight shooter when it comes to darts. He can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his hotdogs.

Kris Thistle - Kris Thistle is King Tower's janitor. Outgoing, with a touch of attitude, she's more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—this cat is definitely up to something.

Polly Nomial - Queen of the Nerdies and Associate Professor at the university, Polly is one smart cookie. If you're lucky, she might show you her vintage dictionary collection.

Roxanna Moxie - Flamboyant and fearless, Roxanna Moxie is the Carnival ringmaster and Queen of the Artsies. Fond of the bizarre, she counts the founding of the carnival's first freak show among her greatest achievements.

Luthor L Bigbucks III - Luthor is son and heir to Daddy Bigbucks' financial empire. A jetsetter and King of the Richies, Luthor walks the walk, but didn’t quite inherit his father’s evil streak.

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MEET YOUR NEIGHBORS The city is full of people for your Urb to get acquainted with. This section gives you the rundown on some of the people you'll meet.

Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his corndogs.

Kris Thistle - The King Tower janitor is outgoing, with a touch of attitude. Kris is more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—he's definitely up to something.

Futo Maki - This construction worker oversaw the renovation of Splicer Island before it was shut down. Maybe you can put him back to work.

Sharona Faster - Sharona had plans to operate a water taxi to Splicer Island, until Daddy Bigbucks squashed her dream.

Jack I. Deal - This big man used to work for Daddy Bigbucks himself, but now he's got different ideas on how to earn his living.

Busta Cruz - This guy is a born entertainer. He keeps the Urbz amusement levels up.

Downloads to the full manuals can be found in this archive.

[feathernotes]

Alright Krispy, what is Ghost Junk Sickness actually about? You keep yelling about it- Tell us the deats!

It's a comic about two bounty hunters with an unstable dynamic who are pushed to pursue the deadly and elusive bounty, The Ghost- it's about owning up and self acceptance- and it's queer AF ---> 🧵

We've got our first main player, Alphonse 'Trigger' Elliot, a Bi disaster man who uses a nickname to outrun his ex…well, both of his exes! Determined to run away from responsibility, he gets caught up in vicious bounty hunts and taking care of some strange super powered spiky haired amnesiac

In comes Vahn- an overpowered burger loving enby who can't for the life of them remember what really happened 5 years ago- during the apocalypse of course. They're drawn to finding out who that big scary Ghost is, and hey, looks like they pick up a few romance options along the way!

and BUSTIN' DOWN THE DOORS is Boggmouth, Triggers infamous ex- On the hunt for money, fame, and a great pizza place. She gets swept up in this whole Ghost fiasco after catching up with Trigger on a super dangerous hunt to prove a point: Own up to past mistakes or take the L. And boy did Trigger lose

With those three together, navigating the treacherous landscapes of the post apocalyptic-recovering June7, trying to own up to their past, and forge a new future- They encounter many MANY scary and odd things while on the hunt for the ghost. Mainly this guy…. being… horror?

Meet The Medium!

The Medium strikes a deal and is also on a war path to get that damned ghost. Why? Well lets just say its a tad embarrassing for an eldritch god to admit!

Together with a pretty confused 4 armed himbo, The Medium and Nowe make their way to get what they want- While avoiding the General, of course

General Raine Fiachra, the Space French Lady who hails from the prosperous galactic capital planet July, wants all of the prize- and that includes traversing several different universes to claim it. She's interested in the Medium, and Nowe is so annoyingly in her way! We love mean ladies

With this soup of a cast makes a rather roller coaster of a ride for the story of GJS. Trigger owning up to his mistakes, Vahn discovering who they are, Boggs getting closure- and of course, catching that damned bounty The Ghost! What galactic crimes has he commited to earn such a bounty on his head

GJS is a story about self acceptance- all of the parts of you that feel unloved, messy, and want to avoid. It's a story crafted about characters in impossible situations just trying to get by, and what it means to move on from hurt.

it's about bounty hunters, ghosts, and love!

You can read it here

You can get the WHOLE set of books on kickstarter right meow, HERE

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I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(Yeah) I just wanna be away

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

666, Misfits

Sick of this shit, cryptic

Even big tips, any sick prick

Thinkin' that he's gonna click-click

For my clique bitch then you need to think big

When you get an inkling tell me what the fuck you wanna do

I'm sittin' here, just thinkin' that I'm gonna bother you

But a lot I've changed 'til you can't stop it no more

I'm just gonna be cookin' up this crack (Gimme the recipe then) Every single days a fuckin' struggle, hustle, bustle

On these motherfucking streets

I bust on someone, cry the one I'm bustin'?

Over to your shoes, and you can't move

I'm losing faith again, forsaken them

Mercedes is still a makin' 'em look alien

I lost all my pain in 'em, they make 'em open up their cranium

A stadium of energy cannot hold me on titanium

Come mill these fiends and seize the common

Meaning and fuckin' change again?

What the hell have I be, wait

Hundred percent of the effort I'm givin' is real

Livin' is sinnin' is truly beginnin' to fail

Syllable killers, I call on my witness, it only gets sicker

That's hip from this slip from this robe is really required is minimal skill

Ahead of my time, I'm tellin' you boy

You pivot whenever delivering everything guys

Except for the reason I get for surviving

Incredible legends are giving me life

The minute I finish, the minute she give me

She love me, so give us a critical hit list

I'm feeling so brilliant I'm really pop-friendly

I simply was spittin' these lines

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

Am I really on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(Yeah) I just wanna be away

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

Pushin' from the pressure from the showers

Feelin' like a minute but I'm goin' on for hours

Then I get, I know I gotta use (Wait)

Runnin' the curve, runnin' the world, doesn't even mean

Running away, never the same, circle back to me

One of the ingrates has landed

None of your minds have expanded

Never the gang is disbanded

Who of you taken redhanded?

I just wanna be away, away from the eyes that judge me

The ears that assume, the mouths that won't shut up

You're losin' focus, you broke us, you know you can't give up

Pick out your part but it's pointless

And now it won't add up, fuck!

What do you want? What is it you really need?

Is it enough? Taking enough, just let it bleed

Like a broken record does, total like we're movin' on

It's only repetition now

It's only repetition now

It's only repetition now

Jesus Christ, gimme a buck, dee on duck

I just wanna move

Who says the devil can't smile?

Who wants to sleep for a while?

Who loves the feeling of denial?

Who couldn't see it for a mile?

Who was afraid of the draw?

Who says the devil can't smile?

I've been stuck in my ways (Ways)

Feelin' like I'm gonna explode

I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)

Bullet with your name on it, or my name

Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)

All this bullshit I'm just seein' stuck

(I don't even wanna be around you)

(To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you)

(See you sittin' with a bitch, that's sick)

(Fat pussy, nice tits)

(Suck a good dick)

I just wanna be away

(You puff your big weed, your shit bamboo)

(The type of flow make a brotha go koo koo)

(A l'il man can't do what I can do)

(I'm the big dog 'round here)

I just wanna be away

I just wanna be away

I just wanna be away

I just wanna be away

Stuck In My Ways by Kid Bookie, Corey Taylor 💣

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 180+ sentences from Atlantis: The Lost Empire to use for your enjoyment!    

1.      “You fool! You’ve destroyed us all!”

2.      “The wave is gaining! We have to warn Atlantis!”

3.      “Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I’d like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal.”

4.      “We’ve all heard of the legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advance civilization possessing technology far beyond our own.”

5.      “Some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It’s just a myth, isn’t it? Pure fantasy?” Well, that is where you’d be wrong.”

6.      “Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam. Than coal.”

7.      “I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to the surface.”

8.      “This is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepher’s Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts.”

9.      “Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?”

10.   “Showtime. Well, this is it. I am finally getting out of this dungeons.”

11.   “If I ever heard the word Atlantis again, I’ll step in front of a bus!”

12.   “This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore.”

13.   “I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but this is a letter of resignation! If you reject my proposal, I’ll quit.”

14.   “You have a lot of potential. Don’t throw it all away chasing fairy tales.”

15.   “I can prove Atlantis exists!”

16.   “You want to go on an expedition? Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold water will clear your head.”

17.   “Who are you? How did you get in here?”

18.   “I’m acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you. Are you interested?”

19.   “You will stand unless asked to be seated. Keep your sentences short and to the point. Are we clear?”

20.   “Relax. He doesn’t bite. Often.”

21.   “He brought that package to me years ago. He said if anything were to happen to him, I should give it to you when you were ready. Whatever that means.”

22.   “This journal is the key to finding the lost continent of Atlantis!”

23.   “Atlantis? Ha! I wasn’t born yesterday.”

24.   “I’ve spent my whole life studying dead languages. It’s not gibberish to me.”

25.   “My grandfather would have known if this were a fake. I would know. I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in, that this is genuine.”

26.   “I’ll show them! I will make them believe!”

27.   “Forget the rowboat, son. We’ll travel in style.”

28.   “For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. I didn’t buy it for a minute.”

29.   “Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don’t realize how great.”

30.   “He died a broken man. If I could bring back just one shred of proof, that’d be enough for me.”

31.   “You know, in order to do what you’re proposing, you’re gonna need a crew.”

32.   “All we need now is an expert in gibberish.”

33.   “You can build on the foundation your grandfather left you, or you can go back to your boiler room.”

34.   “Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.”

35.   “Carrots. Why is there always carrots? I didn’t even eat carrots.”

36.   “Excuse me? I need to…uh…report in?”

37.   “Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.”

38.   “You done stuffed my wagon full to bustin’ with nonessentials. Look at all this! Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro. What in the cockadoodle is cilantro?”

39.   “I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!”

40.   “All right, cowboy. Pack it up and move it out.”

41.   “Hey, junior. If you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there.”

42.   “Boy, when you settle a bet, you settle a bet.”

43.   “Your granddad always believed you couldn’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.”

44.   “Make us proud, boy!”

45.   “You ask too many questions. Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!”

46.   “Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still.”

47.   “This is an outrage! You must leave at once!”

48.   “Now what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?”

49.   “Get back! I got soap and I’m not afraid to use it!”

50.   “Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from which you came!”

51.   “Nice, isn’t it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I’m bettin’ I can cut that time in half.”

52.   “How about some slides? The first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.”

53.   “Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.”

54.   “This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.”

55.   “With something like that, I would have white wine.”

56.   “It’s a mythical sea serpent. He’s described in the book of Job. The Bible says out of his mouth go burning lights, sparks of fire shoot out.”

57.   “Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.”

58.   “We took a big hit down here, and we’re taking on water fast! I don’t wanna be around when it hits the boilers!”

59.   “You heard the lady! Let’s move!”

60.   “He took his suitcase? Honey, I don’t think he’s coming back.”

61.   “Seven hours ago we started this expedition with two hundred of the finest men and women I’ve ever known. We’re all that’s left.”

62.   “I won’t sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands.”

63.   “We’ve been up this particular creek before and we’ve always come through, paddle or no paddle. I see no reason to change that policy now.”

64.   “Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you. You and that little book.”

65.   “Will you look at the size of this? It’s gotta be half a mile high, at least. It must have taken hundred, no, thousands of years to carve this thing.”

66.   “Two for flinching.”

67.   “That thing is going to keep me up all night. I know it.”

68.   “There you go. Put some meat on them bones.”

69.   “You’re so skinny if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper.”

70.   “You know, we’ve been pretty tough on the kid. What do you say we cut him some slack?”

71.   “Don’t you ever close that book?”

72.   “In this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source legends refer to.”

73.   “Sometimes I get a little carried away, but hey you know, that’s what this is all about. I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe you’re just in it for the money.”

74.   “I guess I’m still a little rusty at this. I haven’t gone camping since…well…the last time my grandpa took me.”

75.   “I never got to meet your grandfather. What was he like?”

76.   “No offense, but how does a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multi-million dollar expedition?”

77.   “I took this job when my dad retired, but the funny thing was he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop and the other to be middleweight boxing champion. He got my sister and me instead.”

78.   “It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that boom.”

79.   “Trust me on this, you don’t wanna know. Don’t tell him. You shouldn’t have told me, but you did, and now I’m telling you, you don’t wanna know.”

80.   “All right, who’s not dead? Sound off.”

81.   “Who are you strangers and where did you come from?”

82.   “Your manner of speech is strange to me.”

83.   “Bout time someone hit him. I’m just sorry it wasn’t me.”

84.   “How do they know all these languages?”

85.   “Maybe English is in there somewhere.”

86.   “We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.”

87.   “Welcome to the city of Atlantis.”

88.   “There were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.”

89.   “You know the law. No outsiders may see the city and live.”

90.   “Your majesty? On behalf of my crew, may I say it is an honor to be welcomed to your city.”

91.   “You presume much to think you are welcome here.”

92.   “I know what you seek and you will not find it here. Your journey has been in vain.”

93.   “Some obstacles cannot be removed with a mere show of force.”

94.   “Return to your people. You must leave Atlantis at once.”

95.   “May I respectfully request that we stay one night, sir? That would give us time to rest, resupply, and be ready to travel by morning.”

96.   “Your heart has softened. 1,000 years ago you would have slain them on sight.”

97.   “1,000 years ago the streets were lit and our people did not have to scavenge for food at the edge of a crumbling city!”

98.   “We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins. The kings of our past would week if they could see how far we have fallen.”

99.   “If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, perhaps we can save our future.”

100. “What they have to teach us we have already learned.”

101.   “Our way of life is dying.”

102.   “Our way of life is preserved. When you take the throne, you will understand.”

103.    “The king and his daughter don’t exactly see eye to eye. She seems to like us okay, but the king…I don’t know. I think he’s hiding something.”

104.     “If he’s hiding something, I want to know what it is.”

105.     “Someone needs to talk to that girl.”

106.     “I have some questions for you and I’m not leaving this city until they’re answered.”

107.      “I have some questions for you and you are not leaving this city until they are answered.”

108.      “There is so much to ask about your world.”

109.      “You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are clearly suited for nothing else.”

110.       “How did you get here? Well, I mean, not you personally but your culture. How did all of this end up down here?”

111.        “It is said that the gods became jealous of Atlantis. They sent a great cataclysm and banished up here.”

112.        “All I can remember is the sky going dark and people shouting and running. Then a bright light, like a star, floating about the city. My father said it called my mother to it.”

113.        “Are you telling me that you remember because you were there. No that’s…that’s impossible.”

114.        “How is it you found your way to this place?”

115.        “If it weren’t for this book, we never would have made it.”

116.       “Legend has it that your people possessed a power source of some kind that enable them.”

117.      “You mean you can understand this? This right here, you can read this?”

118.       “Such knowledge has been lost to us since the time of the flood.”

119.       “Follow the narrow passage for another league. There you will find the fifth marker.”

120.     “It looks like some sort of vehicle, but no matter what I try, it will not respond.”

121.     “That’s an easy thing to miss. You know, you deserve credit for even getting this far.”

122.      “This is great! With this thing I could see the whole city in no time at all!”

123.      “My grandpa used to tell me stories about this place as far back as I can remember. I just wish he could be standing here with me.”

124.    “Don’t forget to eat the head. That’s where all the nutrients are.”

125.    “The most we ever hoped to find was some crumbling buildings, maybe some broken pottery. Instead we find a living, thriving society.”

126.    “We are not thriving. True, our people live, but our culture is dying.”

127.     “We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year, a little more of us is worn away.”

128.      “I have brought you to this place to ask you for your help. There is a mural here with writing all around the pictures.”

129.      “You do swim, do you not?”

130.      “This is amazing! A complete history of Atlantis!”

131.      “It’s the heart of Atlantis!”

132.     “Don’t you get it? The power source I’ve been looking for, the bright light you remember. They’re the same thing!”

133.      “What’s going on? What’s with all the guns?”

134.      “I am such an idiot. This is just another treasure hunt for you.”

135.      “I would’ve told you sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis. And, well, now you know.”

136.      “I had to be sure you were one of us. Welcome to the club, son.”

137.      “I’m no mercenary.”

138.      “I prefer the term adventure capitalist.”

139.       “You’re the one who got us here. You led us right to the treasure chest.”

140.       “What’s to know? It’s big. It’s shiny. It’s going to make us all rich.”

141.        “You think it’s some kind of a diamond. I thought it was some kind of battery. But we’re both wrong.”

142.        “That crystal is the only thing keeping these people alive. You take that away and they’ll die.”

143.       “Academics. You never want to get your hands dirty.”

144.      “Think about it. If you gave back every stolen artifact from a museum, you’d be left with an empty building. We’re just providing a necessary service to the archeological community.”

145.     “Do yourself a favor. Don’t be like him. For once, do the smart thing.”

146.      “You will destroy yourselves.”

147.      “I suggest you put a bandage on that bleeding heart of yours. It doesn’t suit a mercenary.”

148.     “The heart of Atlantis lies in the eyes of her king.”

149.     “You don’t have the slightest idea what this power is capable of.”

150.     “I can think of a few countries who’d pay anything to find out.”

151.     “All it says here is that the crystal is alive somehow.”

152.     “Why don’t you translate and I’ll wave the gun around.”

153.     “Hold your horses, lover boy.”

154.     “So this is how it ends, huh? Fine. You win. You’re wiping out an entire civilization but, hey, you’ll be rich.”

155.      “That’s what it’s all about, right? Money.”

156.      “Get off your soapbox. You’ve read Darwin. It’s called natural selection. We’re just helping it along.”

157.     “Look at it this way, son. You were the man who discovered Atlantis, and now you’re part of the exhibit.”

158.     “Be serious. This is wrong and you know it.”

159.    “We’re this close to our biggest payday ever and you pick now of all times to grow a conscience.”

160.    “We’ve done a lot of things we’re not proud of. Robbing graves, plundering tombs, double parking. But nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody we got hurt, but nobody we knew.”

161.     “She has been chosen. Like her mother before her.”

162.     “In times of danger the crystal will choose a host. One of royal blood to protect itself and its people. It will accept no other.”

163.     “The crystal thrives on the collective emotions of all who came before us. In return, it provides power, longevity, protection.”

164.     “In my arrogance I sought to use it as a weapon of war, but it’s power proved too great to control. It overwhelmed us and led to our destruction.”

165.     “That’s why you hid it beneath the city, to keep history from repeating itself.”

166.     “If she remains bonded to the crystal, she could be lost to it forever.”

167.    “The love of my daughter is all I have left.”

168.    “My burden would have become hers when the time was right, but now it falls to you.”

169.    “Return the crystal. Save Atlantis. Save my daughter.”

170.    “I followed you in and I’ll follow you out. It’s your decision.”

171.    “I think we’ve seen how effective my decisions have been.”

172.    “Let’s recap. I lead a band of plundering vandals to the greatest archeological find in recorded history thus enabling the kidnap and or murder of the royal family, not to mention personally delivering the most powerful force known to man into the hands of a mercenary nutcase who’s probably going to sell it to the Kaiser! Have I left anything out?”

173.  “It’s been my experience when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.”

174.  “I didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.”

175.  “We better make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.”

176.  “This is it! We’re going to rescue the princess! We’re going to save Atlantis! Or we’re going to die trying!”

177.   “I love it when I win.”

178.  “We were in this together! You promised me a percentage!”

179.  “I have to hand it to you. You’re a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible.”

180. “I consider myself an even-tempered man. It takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations! You just won the solid-gold kewpie doll!”

181.  “That’s a darn shame, because I’m just getting warmed up!”

182.   “Atlantis will honor your names forever. I only wish there was more we could do for you.”

183.  “You sure you want to stay? There’s a heroes welcome waiting for the man who discovered Atlantis.”

184.  “I don’t think the world needs another hero.”

185.   “Let’s go over it again, just so we got it straight. You didn’t find anything?”

186.  “I hope this piece of proof is enough for you.”

[nick-co-nickeylove]

I hope you'll find somebody more toxic

And y'all go through way more arguments than we did

Y'all go through way more arguments than needed

You better give him the same fuckin' treatment

I know it's just the intro and this shit get deep, but

I've got my reasons

I put my work in, it wasn't worth it

My stresses turned you to the person for somebody else

I made you worth it for somebody else

I endured all of your flaws

'Til I broke through all the walls of your guard

Now you're perfect for somebody else

"I'm 'bout to call her, bruh, I ain't gon' lie" (call her)

I know she's somewhere with a good guy

I know she's out with a guy who push a pretty penny

Her friend just let me know she say he gets more paper than me, yeah (damn)

There goes my ego

This shit is weak though

My heart is cold as shit, it's brick

My shit is Shaq at the free-throw

Tryna get you back with all these cheap hoes

And you don't even peep though

I let you take 'til there was nothin' left of me

I seen it all 'til there was nothin' left to see

I know she would leave me, what you tellin' me?

'Cause when it's said and done, all I got is these melodies

You wasn't there when I was sellin' CDs

Juggin' at the TD, I was makin' CCs

Money comin' out, I'm watchin' it in 3D

You told me I'd be nothin', now I'm on the TV

Fast forward, couple years later, see me, yeah

Come and see me, yeah

Come and see me, bitch

Car futuristic, should've come with three seats

Took the last feedback, it don't come with TVs

I stopped wearin' Chrome Hearts and AMIRI jeans

Gettin' too much money and it's bustin' out the seams

Shawty, don't act like I didn't meet you on the scene

I only slept on you because you started sellin' dreams

"Oh my God, I don't even know, I'm so ashamed right now"

She be fuckin' rich niggas since nineteen (nineteen)

No money inside her bags, just drugs and Maybelline

Seems like money's got you doin' anythin'

Anythin', anythin'

Servin' looks, you deaded me all for the finer things

Fuck me good and then you tellin' me all kinda things

It's like money's got you doin' different type of things

"Honestly, like I don't know why I did that, but I did, yeah" (damn)

Girl, I heard you fucked that nigga in some shit I bought you

It hurts to know that that's some different shit I taught you, oh

You left me for someone that was icy

With all that ice, don't you forget

You gotta come and see me, come and see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah

Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah

Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah

What's it in for? I'm toxic, you know it (you know it)

Whatever your friends say, I'm not shit, and you know it (you know it)

She hops in my double-R, she'd rather cry tears in the stars

And she knows them other guys in the double-R, ain't like ours

They ain't doin' it like us

Movie is playin' and they ain't quein' it like us

Maybe I'm toxic, maybe I'm not shit

You went and found yourself another option

Liquor, I'm gone

Sip, sippin' 'til I get depressed in this bitch

Then I'ma call you right up on the flip

Fifty reasons why your nigga ain't shit

Fuck them niggas if I'm not at the top

I go crazy, I'ma make this shit hot

DM your nigga, he blow up your spot

Fuck up the relationship that you got

Fucked it up and now I'm callin' you mine

There's no real intention of makin' you mine

I just don't wanna see you with no one else

Like I'm the only one allowed to move on (I told you)

I'm a fuck boy for sayin' that shit, girl, I know it

I don't deserve you for playin' that like that, I know it

But through these toxic eyes, I see potential

Took advantage of the fact

You gotta come and see me, come and see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah

Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

Come and see me, come and see me, yeah

If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah

Gonna see me, gonna see me

Want me call, don't you? Don't you?

Every time that I see you, every time that I see you

You, you

Every time that I see you, every time that I see you

Why don't you return my calls?

You trip out, where I be

Shoulda known, karma see me

Now you don't got me, see me

[robingurlscorner]

TABS - Robin Gets Free

A random fic idea..

*~*

Still dazed from the fight Robin tried to untie himself to get out of the building and warn Batman. The two idiots in front of him had relaxed and were smoking a cigar between each other. “So whaddya gonna do wit the kid?”

“I plan on bustin’ his skull in for the bruise he gave me earlier.”

Robin glared their way as he finally got some loosening to happen in the rope. “That’s what you think,” he whispered. He flexed his arms and felt the rope giving way and falling. He moved them slowly so as not to cause commotion then stood up and got some pellets out of his utility belt. “Hey handsome, I overheard that you owe me some bruises?”

“What the? How did he get free?”

“Worry about that later. Let’s get ‘em.” The two thugs both pulled out their guns and Robin threw the pellets down in front of them then shielded his eyes as a bright flash engulfed the room.

“ARGH! My eyes!!”

Robin let out a laugh before running past them into the hallway. He jumped onto the banister and slid down to the second floor. Making his way to the next set of stairs he saw the wood was rotting. There was no way he’d make it down in one piece. He turned around to see the two guys running towards him.

Batman was going to ground him for life if he made it out of here in one piece. The Boy Wonder reached into his belt and pulled out a batrope. Bruce said he wasn’t ready for solo climbing but he didn’t have a choice. “I’ll send you a post card! See ya!” He jumped out onto the ledge and threw the baterrang to the next building. It clanged embedding itself into the concrete. He took a deep breath and swung out.

It was just like when he was in the circus. Only no net so he had to do this right or he wasn’t going to live long enough for Batman to get mad at him. He put his feet out in front of him and got ready for the impact of the wall.

“The kid is crazy. He’ll be killed.”

“At least he did the job for us. C’mon we got the money. With the kid gone Batman won’t bother us.”

Robin started to climb slowly up the wall. There was one thing he’d forgot to add into the situation. He was still disoriented from the blow to the head earlier. This wasn’t the way to show Bruce that he was ready for the rope on his own. With this performance he would surely be riding on Batman’s shoulders for the next year.

He shook his head trying to clear it but the world was still spinning. “Golly, that was stupid. I’m so ..dizzy.” He looked up and saw he had about 10 feet left before he was safe up top.  The dizziness was getting worse and Robin couldn’t tell which way was the direction to the top. He felt one of his hands losing grip on the rope.

Suddenly something flew behind him and he felt an arm wrap around his waist. He looked up and saw Batman through his haze. “Hang in there, youngster. I’ve got you.” Robin let go of his rope and twisted to where he could wrap his arms around Batman’s neck. “Here we go!”

The usual thrill he got from swinging stories above the city was gone as his stomach churned from his already dizzy vision. This was nothing like what the circus had been like. He shut his eyes not wanting to see anymore and left Batman to do the job of getting them down.

Half an hour later Batman touched the ground in the alley near the Batmobile. Not letting the Boy Wonder stand by himself yet, he helped the boy to the car. “You alright there?”

“Dizzy. They hit me hard.” He admitted quietly as he was helped to the ground. Robin leaned against the side of the car and glanced up at his mentor. “Sorry, I was following the lead and then…they got me. I think… I don’t really remember much of it.”

“Let me see where they hit you.” Batman held the small head in his larger hands and leaned over glancing at the injury. There was a bit of blood and a large bump but nothing life threatening. “Minor Concussion. I am surprised you made it up as far as you did.”

“What do you mean?” Robin winced as Batman pressed against the head wound carefully. He let out a cry of pain and glared Batman’s way, “Yeh that hurts.”

“I followed you.” Batman smirked reaching into the car and pulling out the first aid kit from under the seat. “I got worried when you didn’t reply to the distress call on your radio.”

“You were no where near me, how in heck did you follow me?”

“A parent knows where their child is and how to find them.” Batman undid a pack of gauze and began to wrap it around the boy’s head. “Don’t move and this will be less painful.”

“You put pellets in my belt again didn’t you.” The boy accused. “Ow! Hey watch it! That’s painful!”

“Actually you never took them out, squirt.” Batman finished wrapping the gauze then moved down to check the scratches and bruises on the boy’s face.

“I’m not a squirt.” The Boy Wonder glared. “I’m nine years old.”

“Exactly which is why you are going to sit here and let me finish.” Batman replied applying antiseptic to an open cut above the boy’s mask.

“Aren’t we wasting time? I mean he’s still out there.” Robin groaned embarrassed on how Batman was treating him in public.

“No, I set a trap for him. We’ve got at least another 20 minutes before he actually falls into it. And when he does we won’t even be needed.”

Robin’s eyes widened with interest. “What kind of trap?”

“He think he’s casing the First National Gotham Bank when in reality he’s going to be breaking into the police department. Chief O’Hara has been notified. So our job is over.” Batman sat back on his heels searching for anything else that was amiss on the boy’s face then pleased with his work he put the kit up and back into the car. “How is the dizziness?”

Robin shrugged. “The same?”

“What did they hit you with?”

“The barrel of a gun.” Robin wrinkled his nose. “They hurt worse then actually being shot.”

“I understand that.” Batman replied. “Alright, up we go.” He reached down and locked his hands underneath the boy’s arm pits lifting him to his feet. “Put all of your weight on me and we’ll go see how Mr. Wannabe Crook is fairing at the Police Station.”

Robin obeyed and leaned against the Caped Crusader a little shocked when his world started to turn as soon as he was up right. “Woah…”

“What is it, Robin?” Batman glanced down with worry as he sat the Boy Wonder in his seat on the passenger side of the Batmobile.

“Dizzy…”

[sayhwaet]

"Minor inconvenience? Lass, yer head on the right way?"

She seemed to get the point without his help, based on her caterwauling, but Beowolf couldn't say he was too pleased that they were bustin' through the door - Crusaders, they were fuckin' strong.

He lunged forward to wrench the hand that gripped the girl off, to shove the boy back - another student, making some truly disgruntled groaning sounds, before and after Beowolf pressed his palm into his face - and ushered the girl behind him as he disentangled himself out of the same gripping hands.

"This shit ain't natural, kiddo," he prompted, insistent and steering the girl with some haste to the side-door into the stables. Blessedly, it seemed that the mob, growing in size, flocked mostly to the entrance the girl had come in, and continued to reach and paw at this entrance, struggling to open the door. Good fucking riddance, but a temporary solution.

"If we go into a classroom and they follow us, ain't gonna be so easy to get out," he pointed out as they jogged in that direction anyway, slinking through the topiaries in the courtyard - there were the usual mingling students, knights, faculty that there were on any given day, but Beowolf couldn't help but eye all of them with suspicion, waiting for any to make a move that was perhaps a little jerkier, or more desperate than was appropriate.

Perhaps predictably, topiary were not meant to be tromped through, and certainly not by someone of his size, and though he attempted to keep his steps as cautious as possible, curious eyes, more vacant than lucid, turned toward Beowolf and his charge in the bushes, inching closer the more noise he made.

"Ah, hell, move your ass, girl, we got company!"

love is in the air? WRONG. gas leak

A troublemaker has emerged amidst Garreg Mach, declaring themselves the Angel of Love! They are the master of the hit and run, shooting comically cutesy arrows at unsuspecting people, trying to orchestrate budding romances with their masterful aim! Some say their love shots are the real deal, while others complain that they’re a menace to public safety. Whatever your opinion, their infamy grows evermore now that they’ve opened up requests! Write in the person you want shot and the person you want them to fall in love with, and if you get a calling card from Angel, then your request is accepted. Just how long will this go on? [Grants Bow +1]

[kilojulietsierra]

Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)

Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.

Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family

~~~

If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.

Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.

Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"

Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."

"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.

"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."

She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.

Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.

With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"

"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."

"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"

"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.

He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."

His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."

"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"

"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."

"My lil hustler."

"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."

"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"

"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.

Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."

She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."

He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."

There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.

Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."

He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."

With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"

"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."

"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.

Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"

"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.

"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."

She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.

"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"

Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."

"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."

"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."

Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.

Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.

~~~

Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.

He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.

He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.

He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.

The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.

Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.

'show me somethin' to think about...'

He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.

He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.

'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'

Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.

This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.

He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.

A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."

Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.

He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'

Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.

Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.

He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.

~~~

She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.

Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Hey mama."

She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.

"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.

He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.

"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.

"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.

She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"

Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."

"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.

"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.

"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.

He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.

With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"

Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."

Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.

He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.

For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.

Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.

"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.

She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."

Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.

"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.

His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.

She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.

He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.

Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.

"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.

He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.

She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"

Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.

When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.

It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.

"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"

"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.

She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."

"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.

"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.

Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.

Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.

"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.

Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."

Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.

"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."

After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."

His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.

"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.

It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."

Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"

With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.

"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."

Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"

Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."

"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."

He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.

They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.

With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."

Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."

"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.

Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."

She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.

Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."

It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.

Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"

There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"

She nodded.

His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"

"Almost three months ago."

"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."

"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"

All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"

With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."

Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.

"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.

He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"

She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."

"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.

Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."

How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"

Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.

Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"

All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.

That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."

Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.

Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."

Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "

~~~

What time is it?"

Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.

"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.

Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."

She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."

He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T

hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."

With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"

"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.

"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."

With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."

"Wanna come?"

"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.

Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"

"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."

He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.

Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.

When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.

~~~

Part Two is now available!!

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 10: Crossover

Sam and Dean fell into a life of crime early on. They had to, what with growing up like they did. Dad walked them through the credit scams, and Sam realized that was just the beginning. He cobbled together his own Frankenstein computer together at twelve. By the time Dad dropped off the map for good, Sam had the skills to set them up for life.

He also bailed out twenty-three animal shelters and counting.

Dean mainly used his computer to download porn.

But Dean found his ability to convince older girls (and boys) to sleep with him and sweet talk bartenders into giving him a beer from age sixteen onwards translated to other… pursuits. They moved to New York City after Dad left, and Dean quickly fell in with the right crowd. They assumed he was the heir of a French banker with a fifty million trust fund, and he just never corrected them. Before he and Sam skipped town, Dean got a bank to loan him another fifty million. Dean used most of the money to fund his next scam, but it was fun while it lasted.

When Sam gets an email from Carver Edlund about a job, Dean dismisses it as another scam. How the hell would this Chuck guy know who they are? They’ve never been caught - not even a parking ticket.

But Sam digs a little deeper, and the receipts lead back to Chuck Shurley, novelist.

“He’s written books about us?” Dean demands as Sam reads the summary of Chuck’s most recent publication.

“Looks like,” Sam says grimly. He clicks the next page and narrates, “Together, the Hacker and the Grifter make a formidable team, but it may all be in jeopardy when they team up with a hitter and a thief for the greatest heist of the century.”

“We haven’t done that,” Dean says, frowning as he peers over Sam’s shoulder at the computer screen. The glare from their giant penthouse windows of Austin’s Fairmont Hotel makes it difficult.

“I think that’s what his email is about,” Sam says, toggling back to his inbox and Carver Edlund’s message. He glances up to Dean. “So, what do you think? He looks legit.”

Dean purses his lips. “I guess we aren’t doing anything at the moment.”

“Might be fun,” Sam says, his tone considering. “We’ve never worked with a team before.”

On the drive to Los Angeles, Sam reads the rest of Carver Edlund’s books. “Apparently he’s got another series, about the Thief and the Hitter. His next one is this big crossover event. Publisher’s Weekly said it’s one of the most highly anticipated thrillers of the year.”

“I’m not bustin’ out the champagne,” Dean grumbles as they enter the city limits. “I can’t believe he made my baby a Mustang.”

“At least he didn’t give you love interests,” Sam says darkly, throwing his Kindle into the back seat, “and kill them all off for plot.”

Dean sets them up in a swanky downtown hotel about a mile from the meeting spot. That evening, he scopes out the bar Chuck chose, noting the lack of security cameras and a pretty blonde sitting at the corner, nursing a straight whiskey. Back in their room, Sam does a thorough background check on the bar itself.

“Something’s up,” Sam announces as Dean returns carrying takeout. “The place is owned by Gabriel L. Laufeyson.”

Dean pauses. “As in Loki Laufeyson?” He grins. “He took a fake name from the Marvel movies?”

Sam nods grimly. “But get this - I think he’s really Gabriel Crawford.”

Dean flops down on one of the plush white couches and sets his bag of food down on the coffee table. “Seriously?”

“Did you not notice the original Dogs Playing Poker behind the bar?” Sam asks, eyebrows rising. “The Coolidge Museum reported it stolen twelve years ago. It’s worth over five hundred thousand.”

“And you’re positive it’s the real one?” Dean asks.

“Yup.”

“Bold, hiding it in plain sight,” Dean muses, “Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Did you hear he stole the Stanley Cup? The replacement isn’t very good.”

Sam frowns. “That’s not true.”

“Bet I could ask him tomorrow.”

“A hundred that’s a rumor.”

Dean grins. “Easier than taking candy from a baby.”

* * *

The blonde girl is back when Dean and Sam enter the bar to meet Chuck a half hour early. Dean jerks his head in her direction, and Sam rolls his eyes but leaves Dean up to his own devices and heads for an empty booth.

“Hey,” Dean says, sliding into a seat next to her.

She gives him an unimpressed look before taking a sip of her whiskey.

Ouch. Well, nobody ever said Dean couldn’t take a hint. He might be a grifter, but he's not a creep.

Dean ignores her in favor of the painting behind the bar. He doesn’t have a crap ton of art expertise, but he’s picked up a few things. A lot of money travels in the high-end art circles, and Dean has stolen a painting or five before. This Dogs Playing Poker seems like the real deal.

Sam had picked up chatter on the web about Gabriel running with a whole crew of thieves, each with their own specialty. He fell off the map soon after those rumors died.

Dean flags down the bartender and gets two drinks to bring back to Sam, who’s probably doing something illegal on his phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean jerks his head to where a short, bearded man and a taller bearded man stand in the doorway. He mutters to Sam, “There’s Chuck.”

Sam pockets his phone, and Dean grabs their half-empty drinks. Together, they make their way over to where Chuck and his companion are settling in their own booth.

“Sam, Dean,” Chuck says, delighted. “You came! Have a seat.”

Cautiously, Sam slides in and Dean after him.

“This is Benny Lafitte,” Chuck says, gesturing to the other man. “Hitter.”

“Retrieval specialist,” Benny corrects under his breath.

“I’m Sam,” Sam says, reaching out his hand to shake over the table.

Dean starts, “And I’m-”

“James Hetfield, John Bonham, or is it Angus Young?” cuts in the blonde girl, appearing by their table and holding, goddammit, Dean’s wallet in her hands.

“What the fuck?” Dean snatches it back.

“And this is Jo,” Chuck says, glancing between them nervously. “Thief.”

“Yeah, I put that one together for myself, thanks,” Dean grumbles as Jo slides into the booth next to him.

“Hi,” Sam says, reaching around her to shake her hand too. “I’m Sam.”

“Hacker,” Chuck inserts quickly.

“And this is Dean.”

“Grifter,” Chuck adds.

“Thanks?” Sam says dubiously to Chuck.

“You’re welcome,” Chuck says magnanimously. “Now, I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you here.” He lowers his voice, holding for dramatic effect. “I need you to steal the very first printing of of Dante’s Divine Comedy.”

Over the course of a few rounds, Chuck tells them that book is being temporarily kept in the vaults of Mountaintop Insurance, where Chuck used to work until a year ago until they fired him for working on his book on company time. At least, that’s what it says on paper.

According to Chuck, he lost his job because his old Hitter joined the company as a fixer and reported him to management.

Chuck has no idea what his old Hacker and Thief are doing, probably back on the con. Raphael and Lucifer never worked well with others.

His old Grifter, of course, retired and opened a bar.

Gabriel even stops by once Chuck starts slurring his words. “Think it’s time to cut you off, old man,” Gabriel says as he leaves a pitcher of water on the table. He surveys them all thoughtfully. “So these are your replacement kids?”

Dean does a double-take. “You’re Gabriel?”

“In the flesh,” Gabriel says, preening a little. He points at Dean. “You’re the new grifter? It’s eerie, almost like looking in a mirror.”

“Hey, wait a second-”

“Is it true you stole the Stanley Cup?” Sam interrupts.

Gabriel rocks back on his heels. “Who says the Stanley Cup is missing?”

“Nobody,” Dean says, “but I’m saying the fake is shit.”

Gabriel winces. “Yeah, talk about a rush job.”

Dean throws Sam a triumphant smile, and Sam begrudgingly forks over two fifties.

“Okay, we’ve got to hear that story,” Benny says into the silence.

Gabriel shoves himself into the booth next to Chuck and starts talking.

* * *

Jo steals Dean’s wallet no fewer than seven times while they plan the heist, sometimes in the elevator up to the hotel room where they’re doing the planning, sometimes from the short walk from the elevator to their room. “If you don’t want me lifting it so often, you shouldn’t make it so easy,” she says, sipping at the coffee she paid for with Dean’s petty cash.

At least she yanks Sam’s wallet just as many times. He goes apeshit when she takes his phone, so she sticks strictly to money after that.

“How come she doesn’t pull this shit with you?” Dean grouses to Benny as he counts how many twenties Jo left this time.

“Because I threatened to chop her hands off with a cleaver the first time she did it,” Benny drawls.

“Wait, seriously?” Dean asks, squinting over the draft table at Benny, who honestly seems like the least violent out of all of them, including Chuck.

Jo rolls her eyes from where she’s perched cross-legged on the coffee table. “He - unlike some people - can catch me in the act.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s no fun if I get caught.”

Benny smiles broadly. “The hazards of running three years of cons with her.”

Sam raises his head over the edge of his computer screen. “You’ve been partners for three years?”

Benny nods. “She’s the best thief in the business.”

“Aw, Benny, you say the nicest things. You’re the best cook I know - don’t tell my mother I said that.”

“Cook?” Dean echoes, intrigued.

“But he’s a good fighter too, right?” Sam adds, brow pinching.

Jo frowns. “Of course. But he doesn’t like bragging about it - or talking about it at at all.”

“You don’t?” Dean asks, intrigued.

“Then why do you do it?” Sam adds.

Benny throws both of them a dark look. “Do either of you like dwelling on the people you hurt? In my line of business, I don’t hurt people through a computer screen or charm them until they actually ask for it themselves. It’s just me and them, until it’s just me.”

Dean shrugs. “I mean, I’ve been in my fair share of bar fights. Nothing’s more satisfying than knocking out an asshole getting handsy with a waitress.”

Benny’s expression lightens a fraction. “I once… escorted out a man saying inappropriate things to Jo.”

Jo fiddles with her nails. “And then I tasered him once Benny got him out of view of CCTV.”

Benny shoots her a half-fond, half-exasperated look. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were following me.”

“Well, duh,” Jo says, rolling her eyes, “You wouldn’t let me get anywhere near him with my taser.”

“Jo can be a little… trigger happy when she’s in a state,” Benny says delicately.

Sam subtly angles his computer between him and Jo.

* * *

“So how did Chuck find you, anyway?” Dean asks. It’s just him and Jo in the hotel room, as Benny had left to make his own lunch, and Sam had taken off for a local Starbucks to launch a vicious phishing attack on anyone with an @mountaintop.com email address over the age of 65. The television plays some informercial on mute in the background.

Jo shrugs and pops a grape from her fruit salad in her mouth. “No idea. Just, one day, he contacts me out of the blue and says he knows all about my heists.”

“Did he want you to do a job for him?”

Jo shakes his head.

“What’d he want?”

“Information,” Jo says. “I talked to him. He took notes. A year later, his first book comes out.”

“And Benny?”

“Got the same deal as me,” Jo says, holding out her bowl of fruit.

Dean takes a blueberry.

“I think Benny was easier for Chuck to find since he’s ex-special forces - Delta something or other? Anyway Taxi Driver hits the shelves, and the rest is history.” She squints at him. “Did Chuck offer you a different deal?”

“He never gave us a deal,” Dean says honestly. “Sammy and I had no idea who Chuck was until he sent us an email two weeks ago.”

“Wait,” Jo says, setting down her fruit, “He didn’t talk to you at all for his books?”

Dean shakes his head.

“Weird.”

“He must’ve talked to everybody else,” Dean says bitterly. “The details… that’s not in any police record or newspaper expose.”

Jo says thoughtfully, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than I’d thought from Chuck’s books.”

“I can be nice,” Dean says, stung.

“I mean, like, genuinely nice,” Jo says, rolling her eyes. “Not many guys would let me pick their pockets over and over.”

Dean’s mouth twists. “It’s not like I could threaten you with a cleaver - you’d probably tase me from an air vent before I got close.”

“You could at least make it hard,” Jo says, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “Sometimes I think you’re letting me do it. I’m not sure why, though.”

“I zipped up my pocket last time!”

“As if that’s a challenge,” Jo sniffs.

They sit in silence, Jo finishing up her fruit salad, Dean idly flipping through daytime television.

Out of the blue, Jo asks, “Did you really do all those things to Darla?”

Dean turns to her in surprise. “Darla?” he repeats, scouring his memory. “I don’t know any - oh, Layla,” he says quietly. “Layla Rourke.”

“Yeah, her,” Jo says, eagerly. “She was dying of cancer and you-”

“I know what I did,” Dean cuts her off bitterly. He runs a hand through his hair. “If it matters at all, I had no idea about her tumor when I did that job. It was just migraines, as far as we knew. And by the time I did-”

“You were in too deep?”

Dean leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He can still see Layla’s face, shining with hope and faith. He’d been posing as some new age preacher, worming his way into her life through her mother, who checked her daily astrology horoscope, had a psychic on retainer, and once spent twelve thousand dollars on a month’s worth of sessions with a medium to contact her late husband. Layla didn’t buy into it entirely before she met Dean, but, by the end, she was a believer.

“I couldn’t tell her it was all bullshit and wreck whatever placebo effect was working its magic,” Dean says in a low voice.

“Please tell me you at least did something good with the money you took from her family.”

Dean shrugs. “Donated 90% to Sloan Kettering, the rest to the development of a new pain drug in Israel. It has weed in it, so they can’t do the research state-side.”

Hesitantly, Jo pats his arm.

Dean snorts and eats a piece of melon. “Not my finest moment.”

“No,” Jo agrees. She meets his gaze. “Have you read Chuck’s books about me?”

Dean shakes his head.

Jo gets to her feet and stretches. “You should check out Carthage.” She pauses. “Do you know why Chuck writes about us - me and Benny?”

“Because they sell?”

“Chuck tried to write about a bunch of thieves before he got to us. They all told him to fuck off.” One corner of her mouth raises in a small smile. “But not us. We all have red in our ledger, but Benny and I see this as a way to get some of it wiped out. Get the whole story out there.”

“Have you ever thought of doing something else?”

Jo laughs. “What else would I do? And what company would ever trust me to walk the straight and narrow with my history?”

Dean doesn’t have an answer for her.

* * *

At noon on the dot, Dean strides through the halls of Mountaintop Insurance. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit and holding a smart briefcase, Dean strides up to the welcome desk. “Hello, I’m Richard Cole from Sandover Securities here to demo our data security software for Amara Tenebris.”

The receptionist, Adina, gives him a professional little nod and picks up the phone.

Dean watches as her face falls into a mask of confusion.

“Sir,” she says, looking up, “Ms. Tenebris says you have no meeting today.”

Dean braces one elbow on the desk, “Tell her it’s about the cyber attack on Mountaintop’s top executives yesterday.”

Obediently, Adina relays this information, and her eyes widen at whatever Amara is saying on the other end of the line. Adina hangs up the phone and tells Dean, her voice faint, “Her office is on the eleventh floor.”

“Thanks,” Dean says with a wink.

On the way to Amara, Head of Securities for Mountaintop Insurance, Dean passes dozens of cubicles, all full of people eating at their desks. He doubles back and finally lucks out with an empty office. “Found a computer,” he says into his earpiece as he slides Sam’s USB into the port.

After Sam confirms he’s in the system, Dean makes his way to Amara’s office. Through the glass, he a woman behind the desk and a man seated in front, next to an empty chair. Dean raps his knuckles on the door. “Ms. Tenebris?” he asks, willing himself to keep his gaze on her instead of flicking back to the unknown entity.

“Mr. Cole.” Amara gets to her feet. “You have some gumption.”

Dean smiles and holds out his hand. “I prefer confidence.”

The man lets out a snort that he poorly attempts to disguise as a cough.

Dean shoots him a look before turning back to Amara.

“I’m sure you do,” Amara says as she sits back down. “This is my colleague, Castiel Vauxhall. He’s our Vice President of finances.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Dean says, shaking his hand as well.

Castiel’s grip is just the wrong side of firm - a man with something to prove. Internally, Dean recalculates his plan to include Castiel, conventionally handsome, with a C-Suite office. Powerful men like him, they often have the strangest insecurities. It’s all about sniffing them out without getting caught.

As Dean sits back down, he catches Castiel giving him a quick but thorough once-over. Bingo.

“So, I assume this is about the emails most of our board and senior executives received yesterday?” Amara says as she settles back into her seat.

“Indeed,” Dean pulls his laptop out of his briefcase and opens to the first slide of his presentation. “At Sandover, we took the liberty of a preemptive check of your systems and found quite a few holes, as you can see here.” He points to the colorful pie graph.

Amara and Castiel sit through his bullshit pitch patiently. To Dean’s surprise, Amara, not Castiel, sometimes pauses him for questions and fights him on the quote he offers her for an initial fee, but otherwise it seems like an easy sell. Not surprising, since Sam scammed about fifty thousand from that first round of emails.

Castiel listens without interrupting once. Dude has an intense stare.

“Well,” Amara says, standing up and pocketing his business card, “I will have to get back to you before we review any contracts with Sandover, but you just made a very compelling argument, Mr. Cole. If you’ll excuse me, I have another meeting.”

Dean smiles. Not bad for about twenty minutes of preparation while Jo threw popcorn at his head.

“If you wouldn’t mind staying,” Castiel says, speaking up. “I have a few additional questions for you.”

Dean’s a professional so he doesn’t tell Castiel to shove his additional questions up his ass. Instead he pastes on a charming smile and sits back down. Castiel had been giving him eyes throughout the presentation, and Dean's been around this rodeo a time or two. “Of course.”

Castiel waves off Amara. He waits until the door closes behind her to turn to Dean and say, his expression grave, “You need to call off the job right now.”

Dean blinks. “But Mountaintop hasn’t signed anything-”

“Not that,” Castiel waves off his protest, “whatever you are doing with Chuck Shurley.”

Dean frowns. “I don’t know-”

“Maybe he told you his name was Carver Edlund,” Castiel cuts him off again, eyes narrowing. “Either way, he is going to double cross you and whoever else is working for him.”

Dean studies Castiel closely. He shows no outward display of lying, but those can be overcome (Dean is a walking, talking example of that). “I have no idea-”

“Drop the act, Dean,” Castiel commands in a low voice.

A frisson travels up Dean’s spine. He doesn’t ignore it.

“Yes, I know who you are,” Castiel continues as Dean lets his surprise show on his face, “I’ve been following you and your brother for a long time - do you know how many people you’ve scammed who bought packages with Mountaintop Insurance? Fifteen, with claims totalling over fifty million dollars.”

Dean leans forward in his seat. “Say Chuck is up to something. Why tattle on him? Don’t you want me and my brother in the slammer? Get some retribution for Mountaintop?”

“Retribution for billionaires, war profiteers, and Wall street bankers,” Castiel lists rhetorically as Dean’s mouth falls open, “who take advantage of millions of foreclosed homes?”

Dean scrambles for some sort of response. He comes up with nothing.

“There’s a reason I never told the company to pursue you, your brother, or a select handful of other people who have stolen from Mountaintop’s clients very hard, even though I put the pieces together a few years ago,” Castiel says calmly. “No matter how you spend the money, it can’t be worse than where it came from.”

“And who are you to judge how people spend their fortunes?” Dean challenges, not entirely sure why he’s asking.

“Nobody,” Cas says, “but I’d like to think animal shelters and cancer research is more important than accumulating interest in a bank account or funding a superyacht.”

Dean sighs, rubbing his temple with one hand. “How do you know about that?”

“I followed the money. It’s my area of expertise,” Castiel says succinctly. “Look, do you want to be double-crossed or not? Because if you were sent here to distract Amara, the rest of your crew is probably committing some sort of crime as we speak.”

Dean purses his lips, the last niggling doubt itching at the back of his mind. “Have you got proof that Chuck is pulling a fast one on us?”

“I’m not sure. What are you here to do?”

Dean hesitates, but none of his carefully honed warning signals are going off. Castiel seems nothing but genuine. “Steal the copy of The Divine Comedy.”

Castiel actually smiles. “Chuck is sending you on a wild goose chase for a goose that doesn’t exist. There is no copy here.”

Dean pales. He taps his earpiece, muttering, “Sammy, did you get that?”

No response.

Fuck.

Over the deafening silence, Castiel says, “I assume Chuck eliminated whatever communication you had been using as soon as I accused him of betrayal.”

Pulse racing, Dean jumps to his feet.

Castiel stands too.

Dean stares at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Castiel throws him an incredulous look. “How do you expect to get anywhere without a senior keycard? I’m coming with you.”

* * *

In the elevator, Dean asks, “What is Chuck getting out of this? Why the Benedict Arnold act?”

Castiel stares straight ahead, his lips thinning. “He wants his old job back. I saw him meeting with Michael late last quarter.”

“He’s trading us for a job?”

“No matter how many royalties he makes off his books, it’s nothing compared to a top position in insurance management. I already said you and your brother cost this company fifty million dollars. Whoever you’re working with, I would bet they cost the company something equal to that if not more.”

“More,” Dean says, based on the anecdotes Jo tossed around over the past two weeks, “Definitely more.”

The elevator dings, and they step out into a brightly lit basement level.

“This way,” Dean says grimly, jerking his head to the left. “Chuck said the vaults were over here.”

They keep walking and turn a corner. Down the hallway, Dean gets the briefest glimpse of a body-armor wearing security guard striding towards them before Castiel yanks Dean back around the corner. He shoves both of them into the first open door, a closet full of empty safety-deposit-like boxes.

“What the fuck?” Dean whispers harshly.

“We needed to hide.”

“I thought you were Mr. Access!” Dean hisses.

“Just because I have access to the lower levels doesn’t mean I should be down here,” Castiel says, the faintest tinge of embarrassment to his voice.

“So you lied to me.”

“I exaggerated.”

“Take it from a grifter - that’s the same thing in the end.” Dean scowls. He can feel Castiel’s warm breath against his cheek. It’s extremely distracting. “What do we do now?”

“Wait for the guard to pass.”

“Great.”

So distracting.

Castiel’s eyes are really blue. Why didn’t Dean notice in the conference room?

Fuck this. They needed to get moving.

Dean reaches up and runs his fingers through Castiel’s hair.

Castiel freezes, still as a statue. “What are you doing?” he demands.

Dean slaps his hand over Castiel’s mouth, pressing down a little harder than necessary and rubbing his hand against Castiel’s lips. He spares split second to mourn the fact that it isn't his mouth ravaging Castiel's - but Dean's a gentleman (thief) at heart. When Castiel kisses him, it will because he wants to, not because of the con.

“Mmph!”

“Shhh,” Dean says loudly as he kicks at the door, just enough to crack it open, “We have to be quiet!”

Castiel’s eyes widen, and Dean almost laughs at the expression on his face. Like he thinks Dean is absolutely insane.

Dean yanks at his own tie, leaving it askew and pushes Castiel out the door. He stumbles out after him, giggling. “Jesus, babe, I told you - oh,” he says, straightening as the guard at the end of the hall turns around in surprise.

The guard swallows. “You’re not supposed to be down here.”

“I wasn’t - I mean, we were - but -” Castiel stutters out, his face the picture of shock.

Dean grins as he makes a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sorry, man. We’ll go… somewhere else next time.”

The guard reddens, looking away from the pair of them. “Right. You do that.” A clear dismissal.

Dean grabs Castiel’s hand and practically drags him around the next corner. “See,” he mutters, “this is why you shouldn’t trust an accountant to do a grifter’s job.”

“You couldn’t have given me any warning?” Cas hisses.

“The shock needed to be real.”

“I could have lied!”

“With what poker face?” Dean asks, laughing under his breath as he shoulders open the door - already ajar - to the vault area. “Come on. We gotta get Jo and Benny before -”

Bodies litter the entryway. Some sprawled in awkward angles. Dots of blood speckle the floor in the worst Pollock homage Dean has ever seen.

“What the hell happened here?” Cas breathes.

“Benny,” Dean says grimly as they step over bodies. “He was supposed to just watch Jo’s back, but my guess is that they knew he was coming.”

“He took out six men,” Cas says faintly.

“According to Jo, he’s the best - I hadn’t seen it for myself before, though,” Dean says, equally impressed and horrified.

“Dean?” Jo’s voice calls from the last vault in the line. The rest stand wide open and empty.

Benny’s head pokes out from the open door. He’s bleeding from one cheek, and Dean can recognize the beginnings of a black eye. “You weren’t supposed to join us, cher.” His gaze flicks to Cas. “Who’s the stranger?”

“Castiel Vauxhall,” Cas says, stepping forward after Dean and into the vault. “You’ve been double-crossed.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Jo says, exasperated. More hair than not has escaped her braid, and her forehead has a sweaty sheen to it. “First a bunch of guys jump me, and then the fucking book isn’t here! I cracked open four Glenn-Rieders for nothing!”

“C’mon, we’ve got to split,” Dean says quickly. “Have you heard from Sam lately?”

At their blank faces, Dean swears loudly. He pulls out his phone and dials, waiting with mounting impatience as the phone rings.

“Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” he says, and thank god Chuck somehow forgot about phones after their whole discussion about which earpieces to use. The moron spent a whole hour arguing for the most expensive ones with a ton of bells and whistles they didn’t need for the con. “Pull the fire alarm.”

“What?”

“Poughkeepsie. Pull the goddamn fire alarm and stay away from Chuck.”

As he ends the call, alarms flash outside.

* * *

“Well, that was a giant waste of time,” Jo says, throwing her hands up in the air.

Benny just scowls at a nearby tree, clearly not enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the park near Dean and Sam’s first hotel at all.

Sam sighs. “I should’ve just sent his email straight to the trash. Now we’re all burned.”

“Not necessarily,” Cas says slowly.

Sam glares at him, clearly not believing a word he says.

“Chuck never printed or emailed anything with your names or likenesses on the company premises,” Cas explains.

“He could’ve done it at home,” Dean points out.

Sam lets out a harsh laugh. “No way. His printer’s mostly out of ink.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean swears, “How the hell did we think he was some sort of criminal mastermind?”

“He used to be,” Cas says evenly. “But then he got complacent. And complacency leads to sloppiness.”

Jo falls onto the nearby park bench, limbs sprawling out. To the sky, she asks in a deadened voice, “What now?”

“We go back to our own corners,” Benny says.

Sam nods, already pulling out his phone.

“Or,” Cas ventures, “You could get revenge.”

Four heads turn to him.

“What?” Jo asks, nonplussed.

“Get revenge on Chuck and Michael,” Cas explains.

“And how do we do that?” Sam asks. “Put their identities up on the dark web? Funnel all their money into debt forgiveness programs? Swap Nair for their shampoo and put itching powder in their underwear drawers?”

Benny stares at him. “You do know one of those is not like the other?”

Cas meets all of their gazes in turn. “I was thinking more along the lines of stealing from their more soulless clients and forcing Mountaintop to pay out millions in insurance claims.”

Sam slides his phone back into his pocket. “Do you have that sort of intel on Mountaintop? A client list? Detailed assets?”

“I am a VP,” Cas assures him. “There is very little I can’t get you about that company.”

Benny nods approvingly.

Jo hops to her feet. “Sounds fun.”

Dean nudges Cas in the side. “When do we get started?”

[bad4amficideas]

ur writing gave me brainrot bestie but

imagine Bats (which is us right iirc) gets knocked unconcious somehow, captured by a Villain bcuz Bats is still new to the Batman gig, ya know?

Now imagine Robin (doesnt matter which) learns bout this thru Alfred and goes to rescue Bats, angry n shit because thats HIS Bats, not yours! Hands off! Cue bustin into the villain's place, seein Bats heavily injured/barely movin or smthn and Robin goes HAM on them. Like after that event, everyone gets a small tinge of fear from Robin whenever they see him that Bats is confused on yet doesnt ask about. just assumes that since its Batman's sidekick Robin, they grew to watch out for robin, so to speak.

imagine Robin death glaring at any villain they beat up that mightve gotten a lil' too close to injurin Bats in any way or for tauntin them. robin drags a thumb cross his neck at Riddler behind Bats' back, who in turn if confused by Riddler suddenly shaking. maybe its Gotham's weather. but nope; its just Robin.

I am very sorry for any loss that my writing may have caused (but in my defense, my blog comes with disclaimer XD) and the following is a rambling so it will hurt more!

Yes, more material for Earth-1T8, thanks!!!!

Ooooooh >>•<<!!, GOD YES PLEASE since Jason is the first Robin in my timeline and he has to set trends for his brothers, that's totally his thing, especially since he's a street kid and he knows how to move on Gotham, he’s likely the one to find the site before Alfred finishes reporting (with Tim being the one who knew the place beforehand). And we all know that a good hardened street kid knows that the fists are the first who enter in a talk (and this Jason has a certain seal of approval from Alfred himself, if the talk about’s it’s Bats).

You also make me think again how Jason would be the ideal Robin for the beginning of our –not-Bruce-Wayne Bat, since they needs more… assertiveness?? Than the one Dick would provide, which was more emotional and a kinda link-to-earth support.

Then Tim arrived, now yes, the emotional support for our Bats, since Dick became a bat-eating bird of prey and with the -temporary- death of Jason all the villains breathed for a while because fuck the brat and their good-cop bad-cop accidental dynamic. And here some villains thinks Tim, 2nd, Robin, is worse, because he seems more friendly. IT SEEMS.

BTW, any of the boys, sadly and for different reasons, are experts at hitting in a way that doesn't leave a trace; Jason because he took beatings that went under the radar of social services, Tim because he once or twice took a hit that slipped past the eyes of high society. So between that and like, who would want to admit that a kid literally les partio la madre. imagine.

And keep imagining! Tim and Stephanie channeling their predecessors each in their own way!!! (Although I think that Stephanie would stay with Batgirl as a name to feel closer/successor to Bat, since here the name doesn’t have as much association with Barbara)

My Tim is a bit draconic themed and people ofc visualize the dragon behind him threating them, sometimes with fire included. Like, nowadays, Tim has never done Never Anything dangerous with fire, but all the villains have this horrible well cemented idea that the day Tim picks up a match, the kid cremates All of them, Alive.

And our Stephanie with her true BatBelt spirit and with her juggling bombs with all kinds of substances (poisons, paralytics, smoke, light, sleeping pills, current bombs, nets, cement, a gelatinous substance to capture, glitter that his brothers and many villains hate and on a stellar occasion, vinegar)... YES, STEPHANIE IS THE HEIR OF FEM!BAT IN MY MIND XD

So yes, all the villains "playing" with Bats and then stopping for a moment and thinking. Wait... am I trasgredding? And looking over Bats shoulder to see any little or not so little Robin threatening them.

Hey, I imagine Jason added brass knuckles to his Robin suit and discussing it with Tim and Steph.

Tim: brass knuckles? I used claws (still use them). What's the point of naming you after a bird?

Stephanie: POISONS AND ACIDS MOTHERFUCKERS!!! LONG LIVE THE LONG TERM SIDE EFFECTS ONLY YOU KNOW (and which can be attributed to any residual shit in this city)

(but this is something that the family made sure was not leaked to the press)

In fact, I already had to do an au with Duela Dent on my da account because of how much I like juggling trick bombs .sorry Stephanie, you were the original and my Duela will train you

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[betelgeuse-1988]

Omg I'm so sorry but since you have two requests left I was wondering if I could request specs and a male reader where the reader is making out with specs and specs gets hard and the reader doesn't mind and just runs his hands all over specs' body and like teasingly grinds against him and gropes him and specs cums without the reader doing anything to his dick? IM SO SORRY IM INSANE - attichook

HI SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER but i'm clearing out my inbox tonight!

Fic below the cut...unsure if i'll post to ao3 BUT if i do, i feel contractually obligated to call it "bustin' makes me feel good" and i really just wanted that to be known. ALRIGHT i'll shut up now

specs x (male) reader

warnings: smut, bad star trek references, blow jobs, grinding/dry humping, cum swallowing, maybe bad grammar

thanks for the request! <3

You’re not really sure how it got to this point, especially with Specs. He was really sweet, everyone knew that. But, sometimes he could be more than a little awkward, and it wasn’t like you were completely devoid of awkwardness, either. So, simply put, it was a surprise when Specs showed up to your apartment to watch some cheesy, 80’s monster movie. It was more than a surprise when you ended up making out on the couch less than a half an hour into said movie.

It was, presumably, a surprise to Specs, too, because he seemed overly nervous, too. His hands were all over the place, as if he wasn’t all that sure where to put them. You finally grabbed them and placed them on your hips; Specs, however, immediately allowed his hands to drift towards your ass, grabbing onto you slightly too aggressively. You moaned above him, grinding your hips down onto his. Specs strangled out a moan into the kiss before breaking it to catch his breath. You repeated the action, causing Specs to immediately thrust his hips upward. You involuntarily chuckled, but pulled Specs back into a kiss, setting a rhythm of grinding and gyrating on top of him. His cock is completely hard underneath you, spurring you on to grind faster, harder for him.

He moaned through each motion you made, each time getting more strangled and desperate for you. Specs threw his head back, pushing his hips upwards for more friction, more contact. You began to kiss down his neck, sucking and biting to leave marks until you hit his shirt collar. Leaning away from him to take off his shirt, Specs whined in protest at the temporary lack of contact. He pulled it off, throwing it next to the two of you on the couch.

“Resistance is futile, I guess,” Specs said, laughing to himself and blushing, embarrassed for making a joke in the middle of making out. His little, awkward smile stayed on his face, which you returned with the addition of a confused look. Specs simply pointed at his discarded shirt.

It was a Star Trek shirt.

He made a Star Trek reference while you were grinding on his dick.

You sighed, but smiled despite yourself, and just continued to kiss down his chest. Only Specs, you thought to yourself, kissing your way to one of his nipples and beginning to suck on it. He reacted immediately to this, thrusting haphazardly upwards towards you. Specs’ moans became desperate, begging you not to stop. You finally pulled off one side of his chest and moved to the other, continuing to gope his body as you grinded against each other. A few seconds after you started sucking on the other side of his chest, Specs’ hips stuttered rapidly against yours.

“Oh no,” he groaned out, aggressively gripping your hips again. He seemingly couldn’t stop thrusting up into you, but became more and more flushed underneath you.

You pulled away from him, once he finally finished thrusting, worried you must’ve hurt him or pushed him too far. “What’s wrong, Specs?”

“I, uhm. Jeez this is embarrassing,” he paused, his face flushing immediately, dropping his head a little. He readjusted his glasses, after looking back up at you, and started embarrassingly squeezing your sides. “I came in my pants.”

You rested down on his lap and nodded. “Oh, uh, that’s okay. We were going at it for a while.” You could tell he was embarrassed and disappointed in himself, so you comforted him, cupping his cheek gently. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m flattered I could make you cum so easily, and you were cute while doing it, so I’m not complaining.”

“B-but what about you? Don’t you..want to get off, too?”

“Sure, but I don’t need to, Specs.” You turned around to look at the TV screen, still playing the 80’s schlock you put on nearly an hour ago. “We can finish this dumb movie and cuddle on the couch, if you’d like?”

Specs shook his head as he moved one of his hands down to your crotch, groping your half-hard member softly. “Can...can I suck you off?” You smiled down at him, his nervous yet excited tone (an obvious attempt at being sexy) making him sound very endearing. Specs had told you he hadn’t had much experience in general, let alone with other men, but was interested in trying almost anything with you. Giving him permission with a nod, you shifted to sit next to him on the couch. He gets on his knees in front of you, pulling your shorts down enough to slide your cock out. Specs spat into his hand and jerked you off until you were fully hard. He began to give you head, albeit a little awkward and nervous. He soon got into a rhythm, adding tongue and slowly taking you deeper.

You encouraged him with praise and lightly pushed down on his head when he did something that felt extremely good. But what finally got him to take you completely was when, while ruffling Specs’ hair, you rambled, “You like that, Specs? You like sucking on my cock? What a good boy.” He bobbed his head a few more times, until he pulled off completely, jerking you off onto his tongue. Tears were pooled slightly in his eyes, still obviously working through his gag reflex.

He tapped the head of your cock onto his tongue, causing you to thrust up into it slightly. He laughed nervously, continuing to jerk you off, before explaining that he wanted you to cum in his mouth. “Want you to see how good I am, swallowing it all for you.”

It only took a few more movements of his hand, and a few stuttering thrusts from you, until you were cumming into his mouth in spurts. Specs swallowed it all, showing you his empty mouth after. You smiled, pulling him up for a kiss, as the credits finally rolled on the movie behind Specs’ head.

“Perfect timing, huh?” he awkwardly joked, crawling back up to sit next to you. You chuckled sleepily, pulling him into your side.

“You’re such a nerd. Loveable, but still a nerd.”

“It just means I’m operating at normal parameters.”

You could practically hear the smirk in that one. “Stop with the Star Trek references!”

[snuggetfish]

Can you write what Majima's wedding day would be like 🥺👉👈

Ooh I’ve wanted to write about this for a while in fact. 👀 I fully believe that unlike Saejima, who’d want a traditional Japanese wedding, Majima would lean more towards something low-key and modern, maybe he’d even want to just elope and call it a day. 

But, as I’ve discussed before, if the marriage has any hopes of working, his spouse has to accept all of him, yakuza and bloodshed included... and he has to agree to share his whole life with them too. 

So then, maybe a ceremony that introduces and includes his partner in the clan could work. And since I felt inspired... mini-fic below! 💗

Over and over, he runs a shaky hand down the back of his head, as the tailor circles him like a hawk. The two other men sitting behind him are also watching intently, following the old craftsman’s gestures — a tug on a sleeve here, a tightening of the seam there. It’s been going on for the past 20 minutes at least and he’s starting to get restless.

“Jeez, ya sewing me into this thing? I ain’t even the bride,” Majima grumbles.

“Seein’ how ya like to rip yer suits clean off, what’s an extra stitch or two, kyodai?” 

“Hey, least I ain’t bustin’ through them just by bendin’ over,“ he quips back, making eye contact with Saejima through the mirror. 

Normally he’d try to imitate his bro at this point, make a show out of flexing his slim biceps to the point where you could, maybe, just barely, make out their outline through the fabric. It’s the best you can when you’re not built like the big tiger. But he knows today isn’t a day to play the clown.

“Apologies, sir,“ the tailor speaks, fastening Majima’s sleeve button again, for the tenth time after he’s fiddled it undone. 

“I’m almost finished. You haven’t had a new suit fitted in years, I want to make sure everything’s perfect as it should be.”

Well, come to think of it, there hasn’t been much reason to visit the old man’s shop lately. Snakeskin jackets are in constant supply, so much so that he doesn’t even have to call for a re-order, they simply deliver a new one right to his office every month or so. And as for suits... it’s not like he gets much use out of those, outside of the odd stuffy meeting Daigo makes him attend. 

Heh. It pleases him to think that for once, the tables are turned and Daigo’s the invitee. Closing his eye, Majima can almost picture him pacing solemnly around the reception hall, chatting to Kiryu-chan or intimidating the hell out of every Majima family member, through his attendance alone. Maybe he’s getting to know the star of the ceremony, the one the boys already reverently call “ane-san”. Or maybe she hasn’t taken the stage yet, still busy getting fretted over, same as him. After all, that dress has gotta be just...

“Perfect. Right ya are. Y’know, I figured an occasion like this could use some new threads.” 

And not the kinda fancy outfit you wear once and never again. Rather, something sharp and stylish and versatile. Attached to a memory, like all his costumes before. Only this one he’s determined to keep a pleasant memory, more comforting and symbolic than even the ring he’ll be hiding under his glove from now on. 

He’s deep into daydreaming about how one day he’ll be wearing this same suit to his son or daughter’s wedding when Nishida, who’s been sitting quietly all this time, breaks the silence. 

“Are you nervous, oyaji?” 

“Haw? No way!” He smooths through his fresh undercut again, like a man who’s definitely at least a little bit nervous. 

“I mean, it ain’t like I’m gettin’ cold feet, it’s just... “

“Not your everyday yakuza event, right?” Nishida offers.

Yeah. It’s not exactly a Tojo clan get-together, but it’s not your average wedding either. Tonight the guest list for large banquet hall at HQ skews much more eclectic: a handful of officers (the ones he can trust), some old friends like Kiryu, the chairman of course. There are no mother in laws or other relatives to speak of. Blood ties matter little. The former Sunshine girls, with Yuki at the forefront, make up the only other feminine presence apart from the bride and Majima can only hope they’re not already busy fending off advances from the more smooth-talking of his men. In fact, he’s not just hoping, he’s looking forward to putting them in their place, if need be. For all the Majima family youngsters, who’ve never even snuck a peek inside the Tojo walls before, this event is as much a treat as it is a test.

He blinks twice to dispel the haze that’s taken hold again.

“Man... who would’a thought an old hound like me would be turnin’ into a family man? Well, the other kind of family man,” he muses, picking his cufflinks as his new fidget toy. He can’t see it, but the other men exchange a glance that confirms they’re all in agreement: Majima was always “the other kind of family man.”

There’s only one more finishing touch to place — the bowtie. But as the tailor moves to loop it around his neck, Majima slips it from his hands.

“Gimme that.”

In over 20 years, not a soul has spotted Majima Goro wearing a bowtie, but somehow his fingers are uncannily skilled at tying it, a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed. They barely have time to comment on it though, because at once he turns around, beaming.

“How’s it look?”

“Handsome as always, oyaji!”

“Ya look... happy” Saejima mirrors his smile. “And handsome,” he concedes.

“But if yer ready... don’t keep her waitin’.”

Oh, Majima’s ready all right.

[mldrgrl]

Broken Things 5/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

It’s getting on to be twilight when Mulder sits down in the big chair on his porch and looks out towards the orange and pink sunset.  The crickets are loud tonight, but not loud enough to interrupt his thoughts.  He can’t believe not even a full day has passed since he’s met Katherine and it already feels like she’s always been on his mind.

He wonders if he’s in love with her.  It shouldn’t be possible, but it just might be.  He’s never been in love before, but he was almost engaged to be married once, a long time ago.  He thanks his lucky stars that his aunt was still alive back then and sat him down and flat out told him that a woman like Diana Fowley would never make him a satisfactory wife.  He’d been hurt at the time thinking that his aunt didn’t trust his judgement, but later determined she was probably right when he’d revealed to Diana his hopes for the future and she’d laughed at him, called him a silly boy, and told him that when they were married he’d be too busy providing a comfortable lifestyle for her to be so imaginative.  He’d promptly put his mother’s ring back into the safe deposit box in Boston he’d took it out from, and the following year, when Auntie died, he’d used part of his substantial inheritance to move west and to start the ranch he’d been dreaming about.

Katherine is in no way like Diana, and he is glad for that.  Though he doesn’t know much about her, from what he does know, she’s strong and kind and quick-witted.  Not to mention, quite striking.  He knows that he would hang the moon for her if she asked him to.  Yes, he might just impossibly be in love.

“Daydreaming about the little lady?” Melvin asks, crossing in front of Mulder and taking a seat in the empty chair beside him.

“Should we call the ophthalmologist in to look at your eyes?  It’s damn near midnight.”

“Maybe an ear doctor to check your hearing, the clock struck nine just before I come out.”

“Thought the only clock you paid attention to was the rooster.”

“I just said that so’s you don’t feel bad for bustin’ my pocket watch that time.”

“Melvin, I told you I would buy you the finest pocketwatch this side of the Brazos and you turned me down.”

“Bah.  I don’t need no pocket watch.  It was just for show to make me appear a gentleman.  I would like to know if’n the lovely Katherine might be coming back to visit us soon.”

“If you haven’t frightened her away.”

“I rode on out to Old Man Goodwin’s sodhouse like you ask before you left.  You could knock that place down with a feather if’n you ask me.”

“I don’t know how she was living out there, Melvin, I truly don’t.”

“The pump was in good shape and the stove was in working order.  ‘Bout the only things that weren’t busted in some way.”

Mulder sighs, closes his eyes and tips his head back.  “Do you believe in love at first sight, Melvin?”

“You know I do.  Are you saying you love her?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I know that I already can’t wait to see her again.  I’m also anxious about how she’ll answer my proposal.”

“Scared she’ll say yes, or scared she’ll say no?”

“Both, maybe.  I don’t want her to turn me down, but I’m a little afraid of disappointing her if she says yes.”

“Why?  ‘Cause she might get tired of lookin’ at your ugly mug every morning for the rest of her life?”

“I’m under the impression that she’s been mistreated in her previous marriage.”

“Well that much is sure to be true.  You could tell just by the looks of ‘im Jack Willis was meaner than a two-headed snake.”  Melvin tuts softly and shakes his head.  “You recall how skittish George was when you took him from that idiot fella that was beatin’ him in the street that day?”

“Of course.”  Mulder nods and then turns his head towards his friend.  “I don’t know where you’re going with this analogy and I know it’s been at least a century since you’ve been of courting age, but in case you’ve forgotten, a woman is not a horse.”

“When you brung him in you said all we need is three things.  Patience, patience, and patience.”

“I said that?”

“You sure did.”

“Then I’ll spend a few months avoiding eye contact, talking sweetly, scratching her shoulders, and going for long walks around the corral and everything will be fine.”

“Don’t forget to keep a hunk of sugar in your pocket.”

Mulder chuckles, but his smile fades quickly.  “What if she says no?”

Melvin rubs thoughtfully at his goatee.  The crickets are the only ones to answer, but they’re not much help.

↭

Katherine lays awake, quietly staring at the ceiling.  Her fingers slide against her thumbs in an unconscious reflex, pushing and pulling phantom rosary beads.  The last time she spoke a word to Jack Willis it was to call him a lying bastard when she’d found out he’d sold the beads, the one thing she’d begged him not to take from her.  She’d said nothing when he sold her wedding ring, nothing when he’d sold their mules, nothing when he’d sold her good dress and hat.  The beads were unforgivable.

Her thoughts turn to her wedding day to Jack and how her mother had whispered ‘God is punishing you, and now you will accept your penance and pray He forgives you’ into her ear before coldly pressing the rosary beads into her hand and pushing her towards the church door.  She hated those beads, thought of them only as her cross to bear, yet every night she still prayed for forgiveness and salvation.  Every night she said her Hail Mary and her Our Father and her Glory Be.  Every damn night and all she’d seen was God’s wrath and not his love.  When Jack stole the beads from her it had felt like he’d stolen her prayers right along with them.

It’s funny that Mr. Mulder should have asked her if she believed in fate this morning when he’d asked her to marry him.  She’d been thinking about God’s plan for her for most of the last four years and while she will never have an answer, she can’t help but think, what if God has sent Mr. Mulder to her, particularly in her hour of need?  But, if his knock on her door was purely coincidence and not divine intervention, what then?  Is this proposal she’s received an answer to her prayers, or is it just her lot in life to always be beholden to some man?  

She wants to believe that Mr. Mulder is a good man, and from the stories Susannah has told her, it seems to be true, but she knows from experience that wolves often appear in sheep’s clothing.  If not for him though, she’d be spending another night on a broken-down bedstead, hungry and anxious for what the future holds.  

She knows she is at a crossroads now and she must make a choice.  This was not how things were supposed to go for her.  She had ambitions and hopes and why is it that one mistake could have taken everything away from her?

She refuses to feel sorry for herself.  She presses her lips together and orders the tears she feels creeping up on her to stay back.  She has not cried for herself in four years and she will not start now.

She closes her eyes and makes the sign of the cross.  “I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth,” she whispers, sliding her index fingers against her thumbs.

[1400trippieredd800]

Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD}

I just got a million bands today, 'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah, 'Bout to spend a hundred grand today, Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah, Huh, grrah, shootin' out the Hummer today, I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumpin' today, yeah, I'm a bad move, I'ma dump at his face, Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah

{Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd}

Shoot out the Wraith, stick up, I need everything in your safe, nigga, huh, I'm with them gravediggers, we gon' dig your grave, nigga, huh, Pop molly at the rave, nigga, Chains on me, no slave, nigga, huh, We been in the cave, nigga, We done fucking made niggas, uh, Take your chain, nigga, What the fuck you claim, nigga?, 1400/800, bitch, I'm talking gang, nigga, We not the same, nigga, Big 14 Great Dane, nigga

{Verse 3: Juice WRLD}

Fuck what you claim, nigga, feel like the KKK, We kill you, then we hang niggas, Do that the same day, Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang, In the streets, I was hustlin', Run up on me, gun bustin', Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing, Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 Chainz, uh, Get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains, uh, Pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain, I'm throwin' bands, I'm throwin' hands, and I ain't throwin' shade

{Verse 4: Trippie Redd}

Jumping out the bat cave, just like Bruce Wayne, Kickin' shit like Liu Kang, my plug Palupé, Big racks on us, blue thangs, Big blues, no clues, yay, Your bitch like to choose, ayy, But that's your boo, ain't it?, Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, uh, On my blick, uh, while I take a shit, uh, And a piss, uh, sing to that bitch like Kiss, uh

{Verse 5: Juice WRLD}

Oh that's your bitch, huh, R. Kelly, I may just piss on her (Skrrt), I'm in a 'Rari, You make me mad, mad, I may shoot up your party, That lil' bitch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie, But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley, Ask me if I love her, I responded to her "Hardly"

{Verse 6: Trippie Redd}

Jumping off the top rope on that bitch like Matt Hardy, Why the fuck your pussy ass in here? This a gangsta party, "What? What? What?" Like I'm Playboi Carti, Got my robe on in this bitch, it's a PlayBoy party, That bitch hella plastic, that bitch just like a Barbie, Playin' games with all these hoes, this just like Atari, Kicked up, my feet up, sippin' Hennesy on a Safari, With a bunch of white bitches, and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly", Viral, iCarly

Verse 7: Juice WRLD}

She on the webcam, like Carly, That's your girl, I'm sorry, She was off the molly, Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whippin', I got your auntie on my dope, She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks, My dick up in her throat, I'm goin' hard, L.O.L. to the bank, no joke, You run up on me, you leapin' frog and you get croaked, Uh, huh, you know, Me and Trippie at a show, fuckin' these bitches after our show, Full of shit like I'm an A-hole, cash flow, All the way turnt up on these hoes, Roscoe Dash, uh

{Verse 8: Trippie Redd}

In Forgiatos, drillin' shit like Chicago, This semi-auto, pop his ass like a bottle, Sippin' Moscato, boolin' with bunch of models, Beat yo ass, beat yo ass (Beat it, beat it), Taekwando, Like a light, like a light, bitch, I shine, ho, I'm getting paid, but you will not get a dime, ho, yeah, Yeah, side bitch with some micros, Balls deep in that bitch, ball like Michael, ayy

{Outro: Trippie Redd}

Aight, we done bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?, Big 14, big hundred, 1400, 800, 9999, Know what I'm sayin'?, 150 ra-da, Know what I'm saying?, Gang, gang, gang, Huh?, Ha!!!

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