#this is your fault Gilly!!

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Spies In Disguise (2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Walter Beckett/Lance Sterling, Walter Beckett/Killian Characters: Walter Beckett, Lance Sterling, Killian (Spies In Disguise) Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy, My attempt at a romcom, oh boy, Fluff, Smut, Cute, Humor, just trying to keep it light-hearted, Maybe - Freeform, just Killian and Lance having a dick measuring contest, i just want to see then make a Walter sandwich ok?, Im a simple woman Summary:

"Our agents are safer than they've ever been thanks to you."

Walter's heart soared at the admission.

"Which is why," the woman closed the program, "we're going to give your proposal a trial run."

"Really?" Walter gasped.

She nodded. "Despite his history, Killian has been a model prisoner. We don't know what he wants, but we need his information. And he wants to talk to you. With that in mind, we're setting up an official trial run to rehabilitate him, and in the meantime, get the answers we need from him."

"There is a catch, though," Jenkins took over. "Your proposal hinges on near 24/7 surveillance. Cameras from every angle outside the property the initiate is staying on, and an agent living in-house with the prisoner. Since this is your idea and Killian wants to speak with you, you will be the agent monitoring him."

"What?!"

[weirwoodsugar]

highlights of the only affc chapter jon appears in, which i just read:

-everyone complaining about jon being a dick and sams like you guys are just mad he got a real job and then jon’s kind of a dick and sam’s like 😦

-jon sucks he never hangs out with us anymore he just bosses me around and hits shit with his stupid sword we miss him :(

-aftermath of the jon gilly baby swap “discussion” and jon’s clearly like ok that’s me done being a heinous cunt for today this part will be easy sams going to love going to college but then sam also starts freaking out and jons like what is your PROBLEM!!!!!!!!

-it’s your stupid fault i’m in stupid charge so now you have to deal with it go do autopsies NO MORE negative self talk I WILL KNOW

-“your evil bird drew blood” “ok what do you want me to do about that.”

-just straight up being like i want to fuckin kill the lannisters. anyway the nights watch takes no part or whatever. hope they eat shit and die

-he truly has the bearing of a man who was screaming into a pillow mere seconds before someone entered the room and is going to resume screaming as soon as they leave

-gilly kind of chewing him out on the way out the door and jon’s like :\ ok and sams like well that’s none of my business

-pull your hood up you have snowflakes melting in your hair 😭😭😭😭

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The guys reaction to accidently hurting you- Mayans version

Angel- He feels awful. He had been playing around fighting EZ with the pool cues in the clubhouse. Bishop had already warned them to chill but they had disregarded him. Now he was holding you close as you cried and blood ran down your face. Shhing you as you yelled at him for being an idiot and if your nose was broken you would break his. Your threats of shocking the stick up his ass and making him your puppet quieted as he tried to kiss you into silence.

Bishop- "Its a small burn, it barely hurts" you tell him again. He hears you but is too lost in his mind. "Its doesn't matter. I should have been more careful. These things kill" continued Bishop as he frantically tossed all his cigarettes and cigars into the trash. "You hate the smell anyway. I should have stopped years ago" he continued before looking around the clubhouse at all the others smoking as if he hadn't almost caught his wife on fire. "Effective immediately no smoking!" he bellowed as he grabbed the fire extinguisher as you shook your head.

Bottles- He had been trying to impress you. You made him nervous and he had no idea how to tell you he liked you. Which is what led him to trying to show you a magic trick. Unfortunately he had messed up when he saw you smiling at him and he had squirted tequila and lemon directly into your eyes instead of into the cup you were holding. He was barely keeping himself from crying as he watched EZ help you flush your eyes out.

Coco- He had just been trying out a different technique in the bed room. He hadn't meant to make you guys into a sex sent me to the er episode. The nurse and doctor certainly had not won him any points when they said going forward more tongue and less teeth would be best. Glancing over at you on the couch with an ice pack on your lady parts he tried again to apologize. "My bad-" . "Tell it to my clit you almost ripped off" you snapped cutting him off . "Alright then" replied Coco with a shrug before moving to the floor between your legs. "Yo my apologies" he said staring diirectly at your crotch.

Creeper- He's worried you will leave him. The whole time its all he can think about as Angel drives you guys to the hospital. He can't even plead his case, he knows he's guilty. Accident or not. He should not be forgiven for harming his woman. "Guess its safe to say I wont be running away from you anytime soon" you manage to croak out as you try not to look at your swollen and wrongly turned ankle. Creeper frowns as Angel hits a bump in the road jolting you. "Careful" he snaps. Angel scoffs and mutters something only you hear making you laugh. "What was that?" demands Creeper. "I said next time you want to be kinky maybe play were wolf coming through the bedroom window and not the damn woods" replied Angel as he sent Creeper a grin.

EZ- He busies himself. Trying to keep his mind off how your broken hand is his fault. You had been on him about how the trailer needed repairs. The door swung shut to fast and the steps were getting rusty. He had agreed and said he would fix them.... he just never seemed to have time between the club, you and his pops. Now though as you sat in an inflatable pool drinking a margarita with your hand in a bright pink cast he had time.

Gilly- He feels so much shame. You always called him your big teddy bear. Told him how much you loved being wrapped in his arms especially when he gave you surprise hugs from the back. He didn't realize you had a knife. The morning had started off like any other in your household. Your daughter was set at the table eating her cereal as you worked on cutting open a pack of bacon. One minute you were struggling to cut through the packaging as your daughter talked about going to the park and the next you were watching blood pour onto your kitchen floor as your daughter screamed and Gilly yelled.

Guero-He is furious with himself. Honestly if he could he would sprout a second him just to beat the shit out of it. He's snappy as everyone tells him it was an accident and to not be so hard on himself. Even your words can't soothe him. He vows never to play around with you again as the little old lady at the grocery store glares at him. "Its not my first black eye" you state as you toss candy bars into the cart. "Barely felt it, like being punched by a sad cloud" you continue as you watch him roll his eyes. "Yeah that why you were crying so much?" he dead panned making you laugh.

Manny-He's silent and methodical as he checks you over. His eyes and brow furrowed in worry as he notes the flinch as his fingers trace over a sore spot on your back. You whine and his heart feels like you stabbed him. He's about to apologize again but you cut him off with a joke. "You know when I said I wanted you to break my back I meant it as a metaphor for sex not for you to literally break my back". Manny closes his eyes as he chuckles quietly. "Guess I gotta be a Doctor Manny now huh mami?". "Only if you give me an injection" you reply tossing him a glance over your shoulder.

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A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Readers 18+ Only

Summary: You spend a lazy day at the beach with the boys. Inspiration for this came from yet another Lana Del Rey song called Music To Watch Boys To. Hope you like. Mentions of Angel, Creeper, Coco, Gilly and Ez.

WARNINGS: Just some light language and naughtiness.

You dig your toes into the warm sand, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves crashing onto shore always took you to a special place, one of peace and tranquility. You could easily fall asleep, the ocean waves and songs of seagulls flying over the sky was like nature’s lullaby. On any other day you would have already dozed off but this day was not like any other day.

“Ey, watch what the fuck you doin’. You damn near knocked my beer out of my hand.” Gilly shouted to Coco who had bumped into him.

That was the third fight that had broken out in the half hour that you’d been here. Kids. It was like watching kids fighting over petty things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. It’s like they look for any excuse to start shit, like they don’t know any other way, it’s all they’ve known you surmise. You put your headphones on, the ones with the flowers on them. You roll your eyes and hit play on your phone, the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Today’ flowing through your ears drowns out their shouts. No, there would be no peaceful napping on the beach today.

Still it was quit amusing watching them argue now that you couldn't hear them. Using body language and your knowledge of their individual personalities, you could imagine quite accurately what they were saying to each other or re-imagine what they were arguing about. You make a game of it, adding your own narrative to the scene.

“That ain’t my fault though. You shoulda had a better grip on it.” he grinned but Gilly wasn’t haven’t it. Gilly gets in his face and Coco bracing himself for a fight. 

You wonder how far this will go before someone intervenes. You always like to watch Coco get all worked up, he’s very… passionate. It often leaves the mind wondering if he’s that passionate in all things. It doesn’t take very long before Ez is there trying to break it up.

You look around and find Creeper hitting on a random girl he just met, or at least attempting to in his own way. Large breasted and nearly half his age, the woman was clearly out of his league but he was either oblivious or didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t drag away Creeper’s confidence. He’s showing her all his battle wounds. You wonder as he points to one in particular why he thinks that would actually work but it does. The girl’s face softens up and you could almost hear the ‘ay, poor baby.’ as she traces one of his scars. He of course is all smiles reminiscent of a kid in a candy shop. Oh he is trying to fill his bag with sweets today.

He tried that on you once but it hadn’t work. You had just snickered and said, “well maybe next time don’t get shot.” That had led the entire club in an uproar of cackles and ribbing on Creeper but he didn’t care. If it had bothered him it did not show one bit. He’d just smiled innocently at you, “that’s okay y/n, one day you’ll change your mind and I promise I won’t mock you when you do but I might make you beg for it.”

You turn your attention to the ocean but it's not the waves that have caught your eye. It’s the tall dark haired man walking out of the water that you are drawn to. Beads of salt water trickling down his body, you count each one only to lose count as a new one falls down. One particular drop catches your gaze and you follow it down to his abs. You’ve heard of washboard abs but your curious as a kitten mind questions if you could actually wash your delicates on it. A naughty smile creeps across your face as you imagine yourself washing your panties on those abs while still wearing them, you bite down on your lower lip to hide it and begin singing along to distract yourself from your own fantastically kinky thoughts. 

The drop you’ve been following takes its painfully slow time to make its way down, further down, way down until it reaches its final destination, the very edge of his black swimsuit. Leave it to Angel to be wearing speedos. Unaware that you were even still gawking you let out an audible gasp loud enough to both snap you out of the most delicious thoughts and get the others’ attention but you paid no mind. Angel’s eyes were on you now and there was a storm brewing there, a dangerous one. One of amusement, desire and lots of mischief.

“You like what you see, babygirl.” It was a statement not a question. Like he knew he was that hot, like he knew if he just reached between your legs he’d find your bikini bottoms soaked. That ego and the confidence of this man was through the roof.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer in your sweet good girl voice.

Oh yes there was definitely a storm coming, one that promised to fulfill all unspoken fantasies, even those you’ve never acknowledged to yourself.

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More Angel? Yes, I'll have some!

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APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

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Yandere Volturi Guards Reactions To You Attempting To Escape:

WARNINGS: Yandere, running away, torture, angst, mature language, blackmail, manipulation, toxic relationship, seduction, etc.

SUMMARY: You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Honestly, I wanted to make this have more than just Felix, Jane, Alec, Heidi and Demetri but I don't know the entire background and personalities of the other Volturi guards, so perhaps next time when i have more information about them. I imagine Elizabeth Gillies as Heidi, but it's fine if you imagine her as someone else! Also, Felix's and Alec's actions are similar to each other but they are not exactly the same.

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

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FELIX VOLTURI AKA THE EXECUTIONER

Felix tries to be understanding of your actions but he ends up being sad since he has done everything he could to make you happy and you still wanted to leave him after all this time. Demetri was the one to find you attempting to escape and managed to get you back to Volterra, but for some reasons, Demetri being the one to catch you trying to escape actually makes Felix feel worse than if he was the one to catch you himself. Felix just gave you space at first, only watching you from a distance, before he started giving you gifts and do small things that he knows you would appreciate. He was doing everything he could to make you stay. It was all geniune and you could see that as well. You probably end up feeling guilty in the end and agreed to continue to stay with him. However, to ensure that you wouldn't try to run away anymore, Felix would be stricter with security measures and made sure that there's a guard who's always secretly watching you from a distance at all times.

DEMETRI VOLTURI AKA THE CASANOVA

You tried to get away from Demetri Volturi? The best tracker in the whole fucking world? You must have been really bloody insane, confident or just quite desperate. There's nothing else left to be said. This man can literally track you anywhere and everywhere. He knows where you are at all times, not just because of his tracking gift, but also because of his vampire senses. And even if you did try to escape him while he's on a mission, he will always know how to find you and get you back in his arms again. He usually doesn't take your escapes seriously and almost think of it as a game of hide and seek or a challenge of some sort but at times when he does take it seriously, he gets a bit stricter with you afterwards and made sure that a guard is with you all the time.

ALEC VOLTURI AKA THE "NUMB" WITCH TWIN

You would usually try to escape while Alec is on a mission far away from Volterra, so it was always another guard who catches you trying to escape or even sneak out to just have some relaxation, most of the time it's Demetri or Felix. At first, Alec only stayed silent the whole time while he's always near you, before he starts giving you gifts and do small but sweet gestures that he knows you would appreciate, similar to Felix. However, unlike Felix, Alec's gifts and sweet gestures aren't geniune at all. They are all just part of his scheme to guilt trip you into staying with him. He would indirectly make you think that you are the one at fault. But if manipulation doesn't work with you, then he knows a few other extreme ways that does.

JANE VOLTURI AKA THE "PAIN" WITCH TWIN

Jane is furious. Very fucking furious. It certainly didn't make it any better that she was the one who had caught you trying to run away. Jane's solution to deal with your behaviour is through torture, but she would most likely not use her gift on you. Most likely. It depends on the situation entirely and Jane's mood as well. However, Jane will definitely force you into isolation in your room for weeks, perhaps even months if you continue to go against her. She would not allow anyone to go near your room, not even to deliver your meals. Jane will be the only one to do everything that's related to you. Not even his brother, Alec, has visited you once during your isolation. You will either break or kneel to her, it is all up to you. On a side note: she would probably force you into isolation a little longer than she had planned merely for fun, even if you were already begging her to let you out.

HEIDI VOLTURI AKA THE SEDUCTRESS

Heidi would be furious and annoyed as well if her darling mate tried to escape her. She was the one to catch you trying to escape when she noticed your scent lingering a little in the group of tourists she was leading in. She left to investigate and saw you hurrying into town. Heidi was a little more furious than she would be if you had attempted to escape on a regular day. Why? Well, you interrupted her during her fucking job, that's why. It will take a bit of time for her to forgive you but when she does, she will use her gift on you and attempt to seduce you. You will have a hard time resisting her, but if you somehow manage to resist her, then Heidi will have no other choice than to get help from Corrin. She will get her to mend the relationship between the both of you and Corrin will also make you forget about any doubts you have of Heidi throughout the relationship.

ALEC VOLTURI & JANE VOLTURI AKA THE WITCH TWINS

You had a yandere Alec or a yandere Jane, now imagine having a yandere Alec and a yandere Jane and trying to run away from them. Well, no one can help you now from their wrath, perhaps not even the masters, not like they would be paying much attention to the well being of the humans in their castle though. Alec is more "merciful" than his sister and will persuade her to give you a slightly lesser torturing punishment, but it's a little hard for her to do, especially since she was always the one to catch you doing things that the twins had forbidden you to do. Eventually, Jane settled on using your loved ones to blackmail you into staying with them. You were bloody terrified and agreed to stay, while Alec would be trying to "make up" to you for their actions afterwards by doing grand things that you would be completely in love with, whether it's to make sure your loved ones stays in a luxurious new home or anything that makes you momentarily forget about what they had done.

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Live and die this way?

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, angst, mentions of poverty, reader has a bad home life, Capri & reader fight

Capri’s got your back, she’s protective of you. But nothing can block out the sound of other people’s opinions. Though it was the consequence of your decision after all…

“What the fuck’s been going on with you?”

“What the fuck’s been going on with me? Trust me, Capri. You don’t wanna know.”

“Okay, well— I don’t want to be snapped at for every little thing. For asking how your day was, what you wanna do this weekend, what you want to have for dinner tonight.” Capri scoffs.

“Fuck.” You cursed.

“Fuck’d be right. I don’t know what has gotten into you, it’s like you have gotten my attitude all of a sudden these few weeks.” She spat, words harsh and laced with anger.

“I’m going home.” You hastily picked your backpack up from where you’d tossed it and slung it over your shoulder.

“Fine, leave. That’s all you’ve been doing these days, avoiding stuff.”

You stopped moving, heart sinking to your stomach as tears pricked at your eyes. You took a deep breath and left anyway, she didn’t stop you.

PDA was fine, so great. People knew you belonged to her and you were now basically untouchable. But as good as that was, that to you, also meant that shit was serious. So, you got scared. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her that while she lived in a literal mansion with her family, you lived in an apartment with yours. A two-bedroom that barely fit the five of you. Tensions were always high, your parents were always yelling at you for things that were your younger siblings’ mistakes. Sometimes, for nothing at all. You hated spending time at home. You absolutely could not get one moment of peace at home.

So, you took a detour and went to a bodega, debating between a drink for your thirst or a snack. You chose the latter, paid for it and continued your walk to the park where you stayed for the next two hours, doing your homework. Then, it was time for a change of scenery. You went to the library and soon found an open table. Setting your things down, you looked through shelf after shelf, picking out a few books to read so you could pass time till the place closed for the day.

“Have you eaten anything yet today?” You heard a familiar voice ask you quietly. You looked up from the book, meeting the librarian’s gaze. “At school.” You nodded.

“We just restocked the pantry. Help yourself to something if you’d like. And before you go home.”

“Thanks, Margaret.” You nod. She flashes you a kind smile before leaving you alone again.

Eyeing your phone on the short stack of books, you were tempted to grab it and see if Capri had texted you— you’d turned on Do Not Disturb on your phone when you left her house. But, her calls were set to still come in if she did call you. And your phone didn’t ring, so you knew for a fact that she didn’t call you.

At the end of the day, no matter how bad shit got, you still just wanted someone there to love you. But you’ve fucked things up over and over again with Capri lately, it was a wonder she didn’t get mad immediately. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to get things back to how they were with her. This was your fault. You’ve built a wall around your heart over the years, going through things where you could not share for fear of being judged or misunderstood. You were poor— your family struggled to pay bills, your Dad lived like beer bottles were his best friend while your Mom could not muster up the courage to leave.

Halfway through a book, you got up to use the restroom, passing by the pantry on your way. While walking back to your table, you stopped outside the pantry and peeled inside, deciding to step inside to take a look. You grabbed a mini bag of Goldfish crackers and a water before settling back down at your table. Margaret saw you, nodded and smiled— relieved that you had gotten yourself a bite to eat.

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“We’re closing up, dearie.” You felt a tap on your shoulder and your eyes snap open.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. It’s not much, but we got you something for dinner at least.” She assured, “Here. Have a safe trip home.”

You quickly packed up and grabbed the brown paper bag from her, “Thank you, Margaret. Good night.”

“Of course, honey. You too.”

You left, stepping out into the chilly fall night. The cold air pierced your skin as your finger tips cling onto the hem of your sweatshirt. The paper bag was held between your fingertips as you walked home. But, it wasn’t long before your curiosity took over and you peeked into the bag. Unwrapping the hot dog, you took a bite. Right then, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. And buzzing. And buzzing. It was a call.

You saw who it was from, you just didn’t feel like you should pick up her call. Tossing the wrapper and paper bag in the trash, you focus was now fully on your phone screen. She was texting you. Repeatedly. Still, you ignored it in an attempt to empty your racing mind. Until…you couldn’t. Capri pulls up, right next to you. You froze, paralysed with fear when you heard her calling your name.

“Get in.”

“No.”

“Get in the car, y/n. I’m not kidding— it’s not safe.”

Your apartment building was right ahead, but Capri was right beside you. Was she telling the truth? How did she know?

“Baby, get in the car.” Capri repeated herself, “Please. Get in. I want you to be safe.”

You bit the bullet and heeded her advice. Or warning. Whichever it was, you were now in the girl’s car. “How’d you find me?”

“Why is this what you’re worried about?” She asks quietly.

“How’d you find me, Capri?” You insisted.

“No one’s seen you all afternoon. I got worried and asked around. Darby told me—”

You sniffled. “I’m not— I’m good enough for you, come on. We come from different worlds, Capri.”

She kept quiet, but she thought that was a load of bull. She simply loved you, she didn't care how different you were from her. That was actually what she fell in love with— she was extroverted, life of the party. But you, were an introvert, always confident in your own little world. You didn't know everything about her like the rest of the school did...Capri found you mysterious.

"You didn't have to come look for me you know. My life's just...like that. Always have, and always will."

"It doesn't have to be." She says while shutting the front door. "Sit down, let's talk."

You sigh, chewing on your lower lips and picking at your nails nervously. "Sit down." She says with a hand on your shoulder. You finally obliged. "I don't want you to carry everything yourself. Please, talk to me, sweetheart."

Silence fell between you and Capri, the air was heavy and tense. You were still stuck on whether or not to tell her. You swallowed harshly, fiddling with your thumbs as you stared at your feet, "There's no point. I still have to go home, face my Dad who drinks like his life depends on it, my Mom calling me all sorts of shit and accusing me for not doing the chores, protecting my sisters from them."

"You can stay here."

"Oh, and leave my sisters alone? Do my parents need more things to get mad at me about?" You huffed, "It was already selfish of me to turn away and get in your car." "Baby, it's not selfish to put yourself first. You've done a lot for your family. More than enough, it's not solely your responsibility." "You're just saying that." You sniffed, exhaling shakily.

“y/n, listen to me. You need to take care of yourself.”

“Well, I’m trying!” You replied through gritted teeth. “You love me and that scares me, I have never known love to be what you give me. For as long I can remember, love meant doing chores before being asked to, mediating my sisters’ fights and squabbles, obeying my parents even though I know in my heart that what they’re saying to me, calling me, is wrong and hurtful and it sucks but I had to do everything so that there was peace in the house, peace for me, so that I didn’t have to get screamed at. I don’t know what to do with myself when it turns out that love was calm, and sweet and it makes me happy. But I just feel like it shouldn’t be this way, I don’t deserve it. So I’ve been pushing you away but you just keep getting closer and closer and I just— I feel like I have to run away.”

You feel Capri put her hand on your shoulder again, you fought the urge to shrug it off. “I’m so sorry, Capri. You shouldn’t have to deal with me being so mean to you, you are the last person I should be lashing out at.”

“y/n, I know you are sorry but you don’t need to be, because I get it. It’s not fair, life isn’t fair but I am so glad you don’t have to shoulder it alone. I’m so glad you trust me enough to let out your feelings like that with me. I am not going to let you live and die this way. You deserve to live your best life, getting to enjoy your life, unafraid.”

You choked on a sob and repeatedly apologised to her despite what she said. “Can I hug you?” She asks, voice cracking. Instantly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around her before she could even process what you just did. But instinctively, you feel her rubbing your back while your tears seeped into her shirt. “It’s okay, you’re alright. I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make sure no one hurts you anymore.” She whispers, “I got you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You cried, “I— I’m sorry, I need some time to just calm down and stop— stop crying.”

“I can leave the room for a bit if you want me to.”

“Is it okay if I take a shower?” You asked, barely coherent.

“Of course.” She held out a hand for you to grab and pulled you up when you held on.

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“Wait, wait. One second. I bought a body wash for you because the fragrance in mine made your skin itch when you used it.” She held onto your wrist. Capri opens up a cabinet behind the sink mirror and handed a bottle of Method body wash to you. “Had dinner yet, sweetheart?”

“I had a hot dog.”

“Do you want anything else?”

“I’m not hungry, Capri. It’s okay.”

“Bloated?” She asks knowingly.

“I’ll make you some tea, hm?”

You smiled lightly, taking the bottle along with clothes and towel before shutting the door behind yourself, “Alright.”

She leaves as soon as the door closes— you hear the footsteps departing. You start to take some deep breaths to regulate your breathing, empty and calm your mind. Turning the tap on, you feel the water start to hit your bare back. It relaxes you gradually, allowing your eyes to shut. Once your body felt okay, you started to actually shower. When you were done, you got dressed and went back out back into Capri’s bedroom. A mug of tea was waiting for you on the nightstand. You sat down, and right at that moment, Capri walked in.

“I know you said you didn’t want to eat anything, but I still brought some cookies up here if you wanted them later.” She sat right by you, “Do you feel better?”

Silently, you gave her a nod then put your legs under her duvet to keep warm. Capri strokes your cheek with her thumb, “That’s good.” Next, you took the mug and took slow sips of the beverage, just staring into space as you drank. Enjoying the silence, the peace…Capri’s company. You looked at her, then you simply couldn’t look away. You thought she looked so beautiful and your heart just skipped a beat. Smiling to yourself, she caught you looking. Capri chuckles, “Hi, you.”

You blushed, quickly looking away.

Her hand finds your thigh, caressing your skin tenderly. “Do you wanna watch TV?”

“Mm, no.” You told her, “Kinda just…wanna finish this drink and get some sleep.”

“That’s alright. Of course.” She said back, “Also, if anyone dares to say anything to you at school or anywhere…let me know and I’ll give them a piece of my mind. No one talks shit about my love and gets away with it. They need to know that they’re messing with the wrong person and be put in their place because our business isn't their business. It’s our relationship.”

“Maybe we dial back on the PDA a little?”

“That too, sure. As long as you feel comfortable, that’s all that matters. Because no matter what, you…are my girl. If you know it, and I know it. Who else needs to know? Not their business anyway.” She scooted closer to you, winding a careful arm around you.

“I really appreciate all of this, Capri. And you. Thank you.”

“You’ve said that enough, baby. I hear you, I know you are grateful. You don’t have to keep saying it. I’m just doing what I should do as a partner to help you. Keep you safe. So that we get to keep sharing our lives together.”

After a bit, you both got ready for bed and got under the covers. You habitually slept near the edge but quickly feel Capri pull you away from there and closer to herself. “Good night, my love.” She says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Sleep tight.”

“Good night, Capri.” You replied, “I love you.”

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[jackoshadows]

Just to reiterate how Arya and Sam have these parallels of not being able to comfortably fit into Westorosi society’s patriarchal ideals unlike their ‘perfect’ siblings and yet while the theme of toxic masculinity is acknowledged and recognized in Sam’s narrative by fandom, Arya gets hit with nonsense like being ‘male coded’.

In this too we can see the inherent misogyny in this fandom, where Samwell is allowed to be different and like different things and he is appreciated for loving songs and dancing. He gets sympathy for the abuse and toxic masculinity that he faces. His relationship with Gilly is celebrated, he is deserving of love and romance.

And yet Arya gets the hate simply for wanting to learn how to use a sword (And it’s not about using a sword either considering the male characters are badass for using a sword!).

She gets labelled ‘NLOG’, there are popular posts about how her journey is ‘masculine’ or how she is ‘masculine-coded’, posts about how she has ‘internalized misogyny’, where she will never be a Lady because she is not ‘feminine’ enough. How fans only like her because she’s ‘male coded’. How she is not ‘realistic’ or a boring character because she’s ‘male-coded’.

Posts on how Arya will never get love or romance, even when older, because she’s the wrong kind of girl. There are essays about how Arya did not try hard enough to fit in, that she’s equally at fault for the contentious relationship between her and Sansa because she did not spend enough time sewing and doing things that Sansa liked. That Ned not punishing Arya for picking flowers from the marsh or getting her a ‘dancing’ master is him showing ‘favoritism’ implying that Arya should have been punished for stepping outside the bounds of patriarchy dictated femininity.

Arya is treated by fandom like she is flawed for not being the right kind of girl. That she is not important in the narrative because she’s not the right kind of girl. The compassion and kindness so very clearly inherent in the character and embedded in the narrative is ignored in favor of her being a violent killer because she’s not the right kind of girl. Her intelligence, perceptiveness, quick thinking, critical thinking skills ignored because she’s not the right kind of girl. Also ignored widely by fandom that Arya too has taken abuse and kept silent because what good would it do to react and be killed?

These sexist double standards have only widened with the TV show’s horrendous misogyny in the way they wrote and depicted Arya Stark, stripping the character of all the nuance, complexity and everything that makes Arya, Arya in the books. Instead we got an one-dimensional trope in GOT, the complete opposite of book Arya Stark. As GRRM has stressed again and again, the show is not the books and the show characters are not the book characters. Take your ‘Arya has a masculine journey’ posts dripping with misogyny, elsewhere.

[Note:I am not denying the fatphobia with respect to Samwell which is indeed a thing and the reason for why, despite being one of those rare good guys in Westeros, he gets used the least for shipping. Something that GRRM himself bemoaned in one of his blog posts. I am just referring to the difference in how toxic masculinity and femininity are treated by this fandom because while the toxicity of one is recognized, the other is celebrated as a good thing]

[drabbles-mc]

One more for the Dirty A-Z headcanon game please💜💜

G for Gilly.

Break this one allllll the way down please! I have thoughts and opinions but I REALLY wanna hear what YOU think. 😜

Girl I hope you know that by answering this I am AUTOMATICALLY uno-reversing this right back onto you and you gotta tell me all YOUR thoughts 👀👀👀

Ramblings under the cut for: G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

I think that Gilly will do damn near anything for his brothers. NEAAAAAR anything. But I can't picture this possessive man being willing to share like that. Call it jealousy. Call it selfishness. Call it whatever you want Gilly isn't gonna care as long as it means those boys don't lay a hand on his girl. 😂

I just know that Gilly has that jealous streak in him. I know he gets mad about it even when he knows better. He's protective and he's smart for that because lord knows he's not the only one who sees what he does when she walks into a room. Those other guys can look and eat their lonely little hearts out and Gilly will happily let them. But no one other than him gets hold her, kiss her, touch her, take her home. He earned that right and he'll make heads roll to keep it.

Gilly might not share. But putting on a show???? Maybe even a little retaliation??? Rubbing salt in the wound of some guy who got out of line and thought he had a shot???? Now THAAAAT is something I could see Gilly doing. Not a common practice but a very rare and very effective punishment.

The first time it happened, his girl had no idea what was coming. She could feel the tension radiating off him, his breath against her ear and his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he said, "Let me prove a point." And she nodded, agreed, but she didn't realize that Gilly proving a point was going to end with her bent over the pool table in the clubhouse with her shorts around her ankles, Gilly's hands on her hips like a pair of vices as he drove into her from behind.

That was how some hot-shot wannabe from some other charter who got a little too close and cozy with Gilly's girl suddenly found himself in the middle of a situation he did not bargain for and that he couldn't escape. Whether he was frozen more out of shock or fear was anyone's guess.

And if it all hadn't been enough already, when he could feel her getting close, one of his hands slid up and around her throat. He pulled her up so that her back was flush against his chest. He felt her trembling on the edge and applied just a little more pressure around her neck. His voice was low and lethal as he said, "Go ahead— look at him when I make you cum." And of course she did exactly as he said.

After it was done, and Gilly had dismissed the guy with an extremely annoyed, "Now get the fuck outta here," he checked in with her, made sure she was okay. She was redoing the zipper on her shorts when she let out a breathless laugh and admitted, "When you said 'prove a point' I thought you were just gonna beat the shit out of him." Gilly laughed and reassured her, "Oh, I'm gonna do that too."

ANYWAYYYYYYYY I'm never gonna be normal about them ever again!!!! And it's all your fault!!!!!

Dirty Headcanon Game

[9haharharley1]

for prompt requests - something involving Jack and Pitch admiring any scars/freckles/moles/etc. the other has? Or Nightlight and Kozmotis, if you so desire?

This is your fault, Gilly! You know exactly what you did, you can't keep doing this to me! I just wanted to write something short and cute!

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The fingers of Jack's right hand tangled with Pitch's as they lay together in an empty Kansas field, snow falling lightly around them. He could feel the Boogieman's gaze on the side of his face, but his own eyes scanned over ashen grey skin, a stark contrast to his moonlight paleness. He brought his other hand up to trace rough knuckles.

"How'd you get these?" he asked curiously, noticing the faint scars there. Pitch brought their joined hands up to gaze at the back of his own hand.

"Huh..." he mumbled to himself, brow furrowing. "That... was a long time ago, I believe. Back before..."

"Nightmare King stuff?" Jack answered softly.

"Hm. Yes. Before that." Pitch gave a wry little grin. "If I recall correctly, I believe I punched a lieutenant in the face."

"What?!" Jack crowed. He tilted his head to grin at Pitch. "No way! You weren't military, were you?"

Pitch grinned back. "I was. A general, actually."

"You're lying," Jack said, but he was still grinning. "You were not."

"I absolutely was." Pitch's smile dropped a little, and Jack didn't push it. "This would have happened before that, though. I believe I hadn't even made commander rank when this guy mouthed off to me. I admit, I may have lost my cool and got into a nasty scrap with him. I was lucky I wasn't court marshaled."

"Military man," Jack muttered. "I should have known. You always hold yourself so straight-laced."

"I like to think I've relaxed over the years," Pitch murmured, scooting a little closer to mouth at Jack's ear. Jack giggled and shoved a hand in his face.

"Maybe over this past year," he said back. "You were still riding your high horse when we started really talking."

"As opposed to riding you?" Pitch murmured, dark and silky in his ear, and Jack's face flushed purple. He turned away.

"Wh-what about this one?" he tried to distract the Boogieman, running a finger along a long scar on the back of Pitch's left hand. Pitch looked, pursing his lips.

"Sword fight, I think..." His brow furrowed as he gazed at the back of his hand, bringing their joined hands closer to his face. "It was a... mission to weed out some dream pirates. One managed to nick me before I stabbed it."

"Wow, stabbing. Damn." Jack gave an impressed whistled. "Never knew you were such a badass!" He chuckled, but noticed Pitch was holding his hand tighter than before. Jack's brow furrowed. "Pitch? What's wrong?"

"These..." His gold eyes were troubled as he gazed at the back of his own hand. His other rose to trail his own fingers over the scars. He swallowed thickly. "These weren't here before..."

"What do you mean?" Jack squeezed his fingers gently.

"I..." Pitch raised his right arm, the shadowy sleeve of his room receding enough that he could gaze at a large scar on his forearm. His voice was distressed as he said, "I'm not sure..."

Jack got his arm underneath him, propping himself on his elbow but refusing to loosen his hold on Pitch's hand. "And that one?"

Pitch swallowed thickly. "Nightmare Man."

Jack didn't linger on it. "Pitch, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Pitch rolled on his back, running long fingers over his scars. "When did..." he muttered to himself. "These... I haven't seen -" He cut off with a shaking breath. He let go of Jack's hand, sitting up abruptly as he shrugged off his robe. Jack wanted to make a joke, but the genuine distress on Pitch's face made him hold his tongue. He gasped as his own eyes went wide, Pitch releasing a shuddering exhale as he ran fingers over his chest.

A large scar ran diagonally down Pitch's right pectoral, cutting from clavicle to just above his nipple. It had long faded with time, but the wound had been deep, and it carved a deep gouge into the muscle. Jack stared at it in horrified awe, suddenly understanding Pitch's distress over the seemingly sudden appearance of his scars.

Jack had seen the man naked plenty of times now. He would certainly have remembered a scar like that.

"When did this appear?" Pitch murmured, his voice distressed as he gazed off into the distance. Snow fell around them, soft and silent, and Jack swallowed thickly.

"That..." Jack swallowed around a lump in his throat. There was an itch under his skin, almost a burning that felt at odds with his natural cold. "That wasn't there last night..."

"Dream pirates," Pitch muttered. "It was always dream pirates. Dream pirates and their Nightmare Men, always running and hiding, always chasing after them so they wouldn't target another child..." His hand rose to clutch the golden locket he only wore when it was just the two of them. "There seemed to be no end to them..."

Jack scooted closer. "Pitch?" He rose a hand to cup Pitch's cheek, turning the old spirit to face him, concern making his eyebrows shoot up as his skin tingled, gazing at his lover in horrified wonder. "Your face..."

Pitch's own eyes widened as they gazed back at him, a long scar that hadn't been there mere moments ago slashing down the left side of his face. It ran from his forehead down over his eye - a miracle it hadn't blinded the man - all the way down over his lips to Pitch's chin. It ran in the same direction as the one on Pitch's chest, no doubt from the same slash, and Jack couldn't stop staring.

There was something in his mind, something buried deep and clawing desperately to get out, that couldn't help but focus on that scar. There was a memory there, one that hadn't been unlocked with his box of baby teeth, and Jack reached up, lightly running his fingers over the cut on Pitch's lips. The snow glowing gently in the moonlight lit up Pitch's dark features, and Jack traced the scar to the one on his chest.

"I... think I've seen this before..." he muttered, more to himself than his lover, but the shaky inhale of air from Pitch had him looking back up. He met wide gold eyes, wild with awe and shock as Pitch stared back at him, and Jack realized the glow off the snow wasn't coming from the moon.

There was no moon out tonight.

Pitch's hand shook as it rose, long fingers touching Jack's cheek so reverently it made something in him break. Tears filled his eyes unbidden, Jack startled to realize he didn't know why he was crying in the first place, but as he gaze back at Pitch, he was shocked to see the man silently crying. His shaking hand cupped Jack's cheek, hot and soothing on his skin, and Jack leaned into it. He closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to Pitch's thumb, and when he opened them again, Pitch was looking at him like he was someone he had lost long ago, someone he had never expected to see again.

Someone he loved dearly.

His voice was broken when he spoke again.

"...Nightlight?"

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 12

Here's 12 in apology for the EXTREME typos in 11. I am so sorry that was that bad. I promise, I will get it edited. Here's a short chapter 12. A little more fluffy filler for you! Don't steal my shit.

Warnings: fluff. I may cuss once or twice, but I don't remember it. Let me know if I missed a warning please.

A few of the guys whooped excitedly. “Sounds like a patch party to me!” Riz said.

Megan laughed. “I’m not a patch!”

Marcus chuckled. “We need to design you your own patch, Poquito. Something that connects you to SanPad specifically.”

She looked baffled. “Another marker?”

Hank smiled. “She’ll need a kutte…”

Riz smiled sheepishly and stood to go to his room that he was sharing with Creeper. He came back with a wrapped package and sat it in front of her. “Feliz cumpleaños, Princessa. I felt like you deserved it.”

Megan unwrapped the box and opened it to find her very own black leather kutte. There were no patches on it except a rank flash that matched theirs. It said ‘Princessa’ on it. Megan’s jaw dropped. “Oh, Riz… Thank you!” Megan stood to hug him.

He accepted her affection with a small chuckle. “You’re welcome.”

“Well then, I guess it’s time for cake if we’re breaking out the presents!” Bishop said with a grin.

Marcus stood and had Marco and José bring the cake to the table making Megan giggle.

“You got me a cake? Really?” She looked around with a bit of a watery smile. 

Bishop winked. “Of course, Poquito.” He handed Taza his zippo. “Light her candle so she can make a wish.”

Taza smiled and lit the candle as Gilly and Angel started singing Happy Birthday as comically as they could. Soon everyone joined in as Megan laughed and wiped her eyes. As the song came to an end, Taza pressed a kiss to her temple. “Make a wish, Chica.”

Megan closed her eyes tight, paused, and then blew out her candle with a tiny smile as all the men cheered.

Bishop put EZ to work cutting the cake and divvying up slices as the men scattered to retrieve gifts from their luggage. Once they were all back they piled the gifts in the middle of the makeshift Templo table.

“Cake first, mi amore,” Hank said as EZ passed Megan the first slice. It was a double chocolate cake with fudge icing and the pieces that EZ cut were huge.

As everyone settled down to eat cake, EZ slipped out to get his gift to add to the pile from the room he was sharing with Angel. He smiled as he added it to the edge and settled back to eat his own slice of cake.

Megan finished half her slice before she gave up.

Marcus just chuckled. “All done, Poquito?” When she nodded, he indicated the pile of gifts with the tilt of his head. “Then it’s presents time.”

Megan just shook her head in wonder. “There are WAY too many gifts in that pile…”

Angel piped up, “Then start opening them, Shorty and there will be fewer.”

Bishop chuckled at Megan’s indecisive look. “Like this morning, Poquito. Start with this one.” He handed her a wrapped box. “It’s from most of us.”

Megan smiled gratefully at her godfather as her shoulders relaxed. She peeled the paper off carefully to reveal a wooden case with clasps on the side. She undid the clasps and laughed as she opened it to find her very own pool cue. The painted handle was dark green with a silver crown inset under the varnish.

Coco chuckled and winked. “That ought to make it harder to hustle people, ma.”

Megan broke into giggles again. “Not my fault all the big bad bikers fell for the oldest trick in the book.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re still a shark, Princessa,” Gilly said. “Here.” He pushed a gift bag towards her. “From Letty.”

Megan peeked in the bag before she pulled the gift out. It was a bundle of material. She stood to straighten it out to find a long woven and embroidered scarf in shades of green and yellow. She was puzzled for a moment and looked to Taza for an explanation. 

“A rebozo, Chica. For traditional festivals like Dia de Los Muertos. Letty desperately wants to dress you as la Calavera Catrina this year,” Taza explained.

Marcus nodded. “A beautiful piece. They’re also nice for special occasions when you are dressed up. Your tía wears them with her dresses when we go out sometimes.”

Megan stroked the soft shawl. “It’s beautiful.”

Angel pushed another gift forward. “Alright, alright. Here. Happy Birthday, Shorty.”

That made Megan giggle and she pulled the small package towards her. It was wrapped in Harley Davidson paper and looked professionally done. Inside was a box only a little longer than her hand. She slipped the lid from the box to reveal a pair of black leather motorcycle gloves. The gloves were high quality with a tiny silver crown embroidered on the outside corner of each cuff. “Thank you, Angel.”

The tall Mayan shrugged casually but grinned a little.

Gilly handed her another box. “My turn.”

Megan worked the box open to find a silver cuff bracelet. The band was as wide as her two fingers and it had a round piece of turquoise mounted on it with engravings in the metal of flowers and leaves. “It’s beautiful, Gilly! Thank you!”

Gilly smiled a little shyly. “You’re welcome, Princessa. You deserve pretty things.”

Coco shook his head with a grin and pointed to a gift bag. “That one next, ma.”

“Coco! You already got me something!” Megan protested.

“So? Open it. Your tía helped me find it.” He sipped his beer with a smirk.

Megan pulled the bag over before she pulled the tissue paper out, followed by a black leather thigh bag. It had silver buckles and several pockets.

“I know you don’t do purses, Ma. But girls need shit sometimes. Figured it might come in handy on runs on the bike.”

Megan grinned and checked it out. “Lots of pockets!”

That made Coco snigger. “Gotta have somewhere to stash your hoard of crackers, I figure.”

That caused everyone who had ridden with them to laugh. 

“Guess that means I’m next, Little Princess.” Creeper placed two identical boxes on the table wrapped in gold paper. “One’s for Hank.”

“Me?” Hank questioned. “It’s her birthday.”

Creeper just chuckled. “You’ll see.”

Megan unwrapped the box to find a bluetooth headset made to go under a motorcycle helmet. Hank’s was the same. Creeper shrugged a little self consciously. “Now you two can talk and hear each other on the bike when you ride.”

Megan stood again to hug Creeper as tight as she could. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Little Princess.” Creeper gave her a gentle squeeze before accepting Hank’s grateful handshake as well.

Megan returned to the table and blinked. “There’s still more?”

“They’re not even all here yet, Poquito,” Marcus laughed. “Next year they’ll all at least be on here on time for you to open them all together.”

Taza grinned at his daughter. “Creeper was nice enough to bring some of your gifts that arrived after we left, but not all of them.”

Megan just shook her head in amazement.

Bishop picked up a box that was meticulously wrapped in brown butcher paper and about as long as Megan’s forearm. “Here. Open the prospect’s before we do the gifts from the rest of us.” He handed it to Megan.

Megan took the box, smiling at EZ. “You didn’t have to…”

That Reyes grin spread across his face. “Sure I did. I hope I did okay. Your Padrino might take my kutte for that if I didn’t…”

Bishop’s eyebrows raised towards his hairline. “Open it, Poquito.”

Megan opened it to find a long, fixed blade knife sheathed in black leather for the back of her belt like the one that EZ wore daily. “Wow.”

EZ shrugged. “I asked Pop to get one from the guy who makes his knives for the shop. Figured it might come in handy.”

Megan unsheathed the knife to find a folded steel blade with the layers visible in the blade. The dark wooden hilt had a silver crown inlaid in it. “It’s amazing. Thank you, EZ.”

EZ ducked his head with a sheepish grin.

Bishop nodded. “Beautiful gift, Prospect. Worthy of la princessa.”

Taza pushed a shoe box towards Megan. “Last unconnected gift, Chica. All the others are connected in some way and these were ordered over a week ago.”

Megan laughed and set down her new knife. “Alright, Papa.” She unwrapped a pair of heavy duty black Harley boots. They had a slight heel on them. Not much of one, but just enough to give her a bit of lift.

“Riding boots will stand up better for long runs than your Docs,” Taza explained.

Marcus chuckled. “Besides, every ol’ lady needs multiple styles and pairs of motorcycle boots. Your tía has them in every color. For that matter - so does your prima.”

Megan giggled a little. “Thank you, Papa. I love them.”

“You’re welcome, Chica,” Taza said. “Your next gift isn’t actually here. It’s at home, but Creeper brought the accessories for you to open tonight.”

Megan was puzzled. “Okay…”

Hank handed Megan a box. “This was my part of the surprise, mi Princessa.”

Megan opened the large box to find her motorcycle helmet, but where it was once matte black and plain - now it was anything but. It had been airbrushed with the club logo over a wash of Mayan green. There was a silver crown over the patch design with ‘princessa’ in beautiful script over the visor. “Oh! It’s perfect!”

Hank kissed her softly. “Happy birthday, mi reina.” He then moved to stand behind her with a hand on the back of her chair for support.

Marcus grinned bigger than Megan had seen him grin. “My turn.” He presented Megan with a pair of leather motorcycle saddlebags. They were black with silver conchos in the shape of crowns on them. He also handed her her own bedroll. Inside the saddlebags were all the necessities for a rider in case of an emergency. “Necessary gear for any run, Poquito.”

“Thank you, Padrino, but… why my own set? Hank’s has been fine,” Megan asked, puzzled again. 

Taza handed Megan a small box - like a jewelry box - with a simple green ribbon on it. She opened it to find a photo and a set of keys. “Hard to share saddlebags with two bikes, Chica.”

Megan’s jaw dropped. “What?”

Bishop leaned back in his chair cockily. “All yours, Poquito. A Softail Slim. Creeper just finished the paint job to match your helmet. We were going to save her for your quince, but it was just too perfect that your birthday landed now.”

“What? Who…? But my license-” Megan stared at the keys. “My own bike? For real?”

“For real, Megan. Your own bike. Riding lessons start as soon as your cast is off. You’ll have your license in no time,” Taza said.

“And to help with those lessons - I got us a way to keep in touch on the road. Bluetooth intercoms for you, your papa, Hank, and myself, Poquito. Happy birthday, cariño,” Bishop said quietly. 

Megan’s eyes teared as she looked around the table. “Thank you.” She sniffled a little. “Thank you all so much. This is the best birthday…”

Hank nudged her gently so that she would turn and gathered her against his chest to rest a minute and hide her face. Rex came up to nuzzle under one of her hands and she absently petted him as her emotions swirled.

Creeper approached cautiously with one eye on the big dog to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I’ll take the big gifts down to the van for you, Little Princess. Alright? I know your car is full.”

Megan nodded but didn’t lift her head. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Sweetheart.” He gathered the items she couldn’t wear with the help of EZ and took them out to lock in the black van he had driven to the casino.

While Megan calmed, Coco gathered her other gifts minus her kutte and took them into her room. The boots, knife, headset, and hip bag were all laid gently on the dresser where she could find them. When he returned, the other men had all shifted to talking about the meeting the next day. Once she was calm, Hank wiped Megan’s face gently with the tail of his shirt, making her giggle as he kissed her nose afterwards. Then they rejoined the conversation, this time with Megan in his lap.

“Since Galindo won’t be here until noon at the earliest, I suggest we make a visit to that bike shop early tomorrow to get Poquito’s patches,” Marcus said. He pointed to her kutte, which Coco had left on the table for her. “Her rank flash is in place, but she needs a charter flash at least.”

Hank nudged Megan gently, “Can I go get my sketchbook, mi amore?”

She giggled and slid off his lap. “I’ll get it. Is it in your duffle?”

He smiled and nodded. “End pocket.”

“‘Kay.” She pressed a kiss to his hair and went to get it with Rex following faithfully.

Marco patted Hank’s shoulder with a grin.

Hank glanced at his old friend, smirking. “What?”

“Just happy for you, hermano. Ol’ Ladies are important in a club. Yours especially since no one else has one,” Marco said quietly.

Hank’s smile widened as he glanced at where Megan had gone. “Yeah. She’s perfect.”

Taza snorted. “Oh she’s got her faults, but she’s perfect for you. And stubborn as hell.”

That made them all chuckled as Megan came back with his hardbound sketchbook and the box containing his drawing pencils. Hank rewarded her thoughtfulness with a soft kiss before pulling her back onto his knee.

“I may already have something we can use as her patch design. I was working out a tattoo idea…” he said, flipping through the book quickly. He didn’t sleep as much as Megan, so he often sketched in bed while she was sleeping next to him. He stopped on the page he was looking for to display a drawing. It was a detailed drawing of two crossed pistols with a crown resting on their crossed barrels. He laid it on the table in front of Bishop and Marcus. Everyone else gathered to look at it.

“That’s actually a pretty good idea for her center patch,” Coco said. “Reminds me of my sharpshooter flash.”

Bishop nodded. “She’ll need rockers too.”

Hank took the book back and sketched rocker shapes at the top and bottom.

Marcus stroked his beard. “Top rocker should be standard. We’ve got to claim her as a club too.”

Hank nodded and filled in the top rocker quickly with the standard Mayans design. “What about the bottom?”

Surprisingly, it was Gilly who spoke up. “Armorer. It doesn’ have her position yet. Make the bottom rocker give it. Maybe a flash for the front too. Gotta have it somewhere.”

Bishop nodded. “Yeah. I like that. Makes hers different enough from ours to show what she is.”

Hank nodded and added it. “If I send an email with the order tonight, they should have it done after breakfast. They already have the rocker design and flash templates in the system since they’re a chain connected to the one in SanPad. The other designs should be easy to combine from stock patterns,” he said absently. He sketched some more. “Silver or gold crown?” he asked, looking at Bishop.

“Both,” Taza said simply. “Silver crown with gold decorations. Marks her as both princessa and reina.”

Hank nodded and made notes. After he was done, he showed Megan. “What do you think, mi Princessa?”

Megan laughed a little. “I like it.”

Bishop nodded. “Good. All in favor?” Hands went up around the table. “Good. We patch in la princessa with her own patch tomorrow then. Get some rest.” He knocked on the table.

The men drained their beers and EZ started clean up. Megan stood to help, but was pulled down onto Hank’s lap again.

“Alright, Birthday Girl. Come give me a hug. I’m gonna call it a night,” Taza laughed.

Megan stood and cuddled into her papa’s chest for a bit. “Thank you, Papa, for my birthday.”

Taza pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re welcome, Chica. Sleep well. I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning, okay?”

She nodded and squeezed him tight around his waist. “Sleep well, Papa.”

With a last kiss to her hair, he released her and headed to the room that adjoined hers and Hank’s.

Bishop grinned. “Keep it down tonight you two. I’m in that room too.” He chuckled and kissed Megan’s head. “I’m teasing, Poquito. Call if you need us, okay?” And he went to join Taza.

Hank smiled. “Ready for bed, Princessa?”

Megan nodded and giggled when Hank scooped her up with one arm against his body as he grabbed his sketchbook with the other. “Come, Rex,” he said and carried Megan off to bed with the big dog following along, wagging his tail.

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Okay I'm back again. This time I'm going with Guero. Let's go with prompts 2,11,40, and 30.

Welcome back lovely! You want my sweetie pie Guero and with those prompts? I can work some magic for ya! As always my stories are 18+!

Prompts:

2. I'm not the right man for you

11. I'm not enough for you

40.That hurt/Hurts

30. I need you

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Mistake

Guero couldn't take his eyes off you as you played pool with Coco, Gilly and Angel. His grip on his beer tightening as he saw Angel's hand brush your hip in passing. His growing anger and jealousy had his vision darkening. I did this to myself he thought as he tried to rationalize and talk himself through this. He had been the one to break up with you. Through text to add insult to injury. Telling you he was not the right man for you and that he wasn't enough for you and never would be.

He had declined your call like a coward not once but all ten times. He knew if he heard the pain in your voice that he would take it back. He knew he needed to protect you and that in order to do that you two could not be together. When you texted asking if he was breaking up with you he had doubled down on being Santo Padres biggest asshole. - Thought you were a smart girl? Basic English to hard? I can do Spanish if you want.- You had left him on read. That had been two months ago.

What Guero had failed to consider was you had been a regular visitor to the clubhouse your whole life. You had been around longer than he had and the guys in the club were your friends first. So for the last sixty days he had seen and or heard you. Your presence was everywhere. Including his house where your stuff was still strewn around. He slept holding a pillow with your hoodie on it because it still smelled like you. He sometimes used your body wash in the shower and he burned your favorite scented candles sometimes to pretend like things were still normal.

Your laugh broke through his thoughts and he glanced up to see Angel with his arm wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck. The two of you leaning into the pool table. His voice of reason was trying to tell him he had no right to be mad or jealous. He had been a fool and fools do not get rewarded.

Unfortunately you had always been his voice of reason. The urge to beat pretty boy Angels face to a bloody pulp had him standing up and starting to stalk over to where you all were. He could care less if this got him kicked from the club. He had no right to touch you like that. Before he could swing he made a split second decision to grab your arm.

"That hurts" you yelped as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your arm as Guero pulled you off balance and away from Angel. Guero kicked himself mentally as he loosened his grip but pulling you closer. Ignoring Angel and the others. I need you" he stated his voice urgent as he let his hands travel your curves.

Why the sharp sting and resonating smack that traveled through the clubhouse surprised him he was not sure. Rubbing his burning cheek he turned and met your angry gaze. "I'm not a club whore" you growled before shoving past him, grabbing your jacket and making your way out the door.

"I think you should have said sorry first" stated Gilly as he sipped his beer before going back to the pool table. "Yeah, feeling her up and saying I need you gave the wrong impression" agreed Coco. "She still loves you. I'm annoyed you broke her heart. We don't take to kindly to her being fucked with but I can see if she will give you another chance. This was my fault after all" stated Angel as he used his boot to scuff at the floor looking guilty.

*A little while later*

"Well get to it. My stupid girl brain will get distracted soon" you snapped as you stood across from Guero. Arms crossed and right foot tapping the ground impatiently. Guero grimaced as you through his words back at him.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you and making you feel small. I love you more than you know. I made a mistake. I wanted to protect you and I thought breaking up would do that." confessed Guero as he stepped closer to you clasping his hands together. "Please give me another chance. I am begging you" he pleaded as he dropped to his knees in front of you."I cannot do this life without. I need you" he murmured as he felt tears slip down his cheeks as he reached for your hand.

You took a deep breath as you felt your own tears start to travel down your face. "One mistake is all you get" you stated after a few minutes.

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Hello!

Could I please request some rope bondage and size kink, with a bit of overstimulation and knife play with Angel, please? Thank you! :D

My first full fic for Angel. Thank you so much for requesting!!!

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Steady Hands

Contains: Fluff, mild angst, protective Angel, consent and kink negotiation, Dom Angel/sub Reader, rope bondage, size kink, overstimulation, knife play, oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V.

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Angel never misses the chance to use his size against you.

"AHHHH Angel, stop." He laughed along with you, trying to take the piece of candy from your hand.

You reached away from him as best you could but his arms were far too long, "come on preciosa, give it up, you've already had two pieces."

You laughed, "and you've had three, you should learn to share."

He put his weight on your legs as you tried to crawl away, "I bought them."

You thought fast and nipped his exposed arm, "no, it's mine."

He snorted as your teeth left his skin, "biting? Real mature."

You were starting to lose your breath, "yeah, says the man fighting his woman over a bit of boiled sugar." Angel smirked at you, his eyes filling with affection as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You relaxed into his kiss, wrapped your arms around his body and he rested his weight on you, pressing you into the couch. You forgot about the candy in your hand and Angel's hand ran lovingly up your arm, taking it from his back to press it into the cushions. You opened your hand, thinking he was moving to link his fingers in yours until he was plucking the treat out of your open palm.

You went to take it back but he held you down with one hand and unwrapped the candy with the other, popping it in his mouth with a smile. "You are so mean, that was mine."

Angel chuckled, talking around the candy, "it's not my fault you're weak, maybe get some muscles so you can keep up."

You huffed, "I am not weak, you're just freakishly long, it wasn't muscle strength that did me in, it was your long limbs."

Angel smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, "you love it."

You smiled back, pressing your face into his palm, "I do, now if you're done bragging, we have a party to get to."

****

You had your legs slung over Angel's lap as he spoke to Gilly and Coco about his plans for the weekend, which amounted to spending most of it with you. "You are comfortable there?"

Angel's tone was light, "yes, you are very comfortable."

He smiled, "sometimes I think you only keep me around to use me as a pillow."

You giggled, "yep, you caught me."

Angel shook his head and turned to Gilly, "see what I have to deal with?"

You huffed, "you stole my candy this afternoon, I don't steal your food."

His eyebrows wrinkled, "you sure about that?"

Your face broke into a grin, "ok, maybe I do steal your food but you and your longness take advantage of me."

Coco shook his head, "I don't think that's a word."

Angel smirked at his friend's support, "yeah, y/n, that's not a word."

You slapped Angel's chest playfully, "I'm going to look it up when we get home and then you're going to buy me another piece of candy."

Angel smirked, "sure Cariña."

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and brought you into his side, "now behave, we're in public."

****

It was later in the night and you were outside sitting at the picnic benches with Angel and some of the guys enjoying dinner from the food truck up the road. "How's the food?"

You smiled, "really good, you gotta learn to cook so you can make this for me all the time."

Angel shook his head, "that might not be a good idea, you remember the last time I tried to make something more than mac and cheese?"

You nodded, "yes, I managed to put the fire out so there's no harm in trying again."

You went up to get and drink, Angel shaking his head, "if you're so happy to clean up my mess, can you take the rubbish and throw it away?"

You rolled your eyes, "hand it over, you owe me."

He smiled and pressed his lips to the side of your head, "yep, of course I do." You made your way to the bin, opened the lid and tossed it in. Just as you were about to walk away, you slipped on a stray pebble and in righting yourself, ending up stepping in a pile of barbed wire in a heap right by the can.

Angel came racing over at the noise, looking you over to see if anything was bleeding, "are you hurt?"

You shook your head, "no, the barbs are stuck in my jeans." He nodded and knelt down, pulling out his knife before gently grabbing your leg and using the blade to pull away the wire slowly and methodically.

It took a while, his thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing motion. When the wire was free from your leg he stood up and returned the knife to its holder, looking over you one last time to make you were ok, "does anything hurt?"

You rolled your ankle, "no, I think I'm going to need new pants but I'm ok."

He smiled, "alright then, I think it's time we head home."

"I'd like that too, it's been a long night."

****

The moment you got in the door, Angel was on you, he slammed you against the solid wood of the entrance and pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin as his hands ran all over your body. You pulled back to catch your breath, smiling as his eyes became heated, "what's gotten into you."

He smirked, "you don't think I missed the look in your eyes this afternoon, or tonight when I had that knife in my hand."

"I was hoping not."

Angel chuckled, "do you trust me?"

You nodded, "of course, with my life."

He smiled softly, kissing you as his hands held your face, "let's take this to the bedroom, I have some ideas." He took your hand and led you into your shared room, pulling you back into a kiss while his fingers worried at the buttons on your top.

He stepped back, grabbing your hip as he pulled you closer to the bed, "you want me to tie you up too?"

"Are you attached to this outfit?"

You thought for a moment, "no, not really, are you?"

He shook his head, "no, I'd really like to slice it off you, would you like that?"

You swallowed, "with your knife?" He bit his lip, "if you want."

You took a deep breath, "yes, yes I would like that very much."

You felt your body grow warmer, "oh yes please." He smirked and detached from you, walking over to the closet to pull out the lengths of super soft rope you kept for times like this.

He came back, dropping the rope on the bed and removing the knife from the sheath, "the moment you want to stop, you got to tell me, what are you going to say?"

You met his eyes, the fun forgotten for the moment, "stop or red, or any variolation of ow."

Angel smiled, "good girl." He looked you over for a place to start, knife is hand ready to cut your clothes free. It seemed he decided on your top because he was looking you in the eyes while slipping the blade along the collar to the centre where the buttons started.

The knife was sharp and it cut through the fabric like butter, once he had cleaved through the parts that held the buttons to the shirt, he was brushing the ruined top off your torso, "you could have just unbuttoned it."

He smiled, "and miss that look in your eyes? Never." He dropped down to his knees and started on your jeans next, even with the thick denim, the cutting edge had no issues making quick work of the fabric.

He stood back up and looked over you, clad in nothing but your underwear then went to take the knife to your bra as you stepped back, "hey, we agree to the outfit only, not the underwear, I like this set."

Angel smiled, "I can buy you more, lots more." You held up your hand, pressing it to his chest in hopes of holding him off but it was no use, a giggle burst from your chest and he was throwing the knife to the side before tossing you on the bed and climbing on top of you in a mirror of earlier that day.

"Don't you dare Angel, I swear to God if you even think about it I'm going to."

He kissed you hard, holding your wrists with one hand while he grabbed the rope with the other, "you'll what, there's nothing you can do right now." You tried to struggle away but even though he only had one hand around you, it was impossible.

He made quick work of your hands, tying them together in front of your body before standing up and using your tied wrists to bring you to the ground and onto your knees, "if you suck my dick I'll leave your lace alone."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "that's not much of a trade on your behalf, I want to suck your dick." He shook his head with a huff, losing his shirt then unzipping his jeans and yanking them down.

"Take me out." You did as he asked, reaching up as best you could with your hand tied together to pull his hard, leaking cock from his boxers. His hands made their way to your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him, "I'm going to take it easy on you since you can't tap me if you want to stop, if you need to break all you need to do is pull back and I'll let you go."

You nodded, "that's not an answer little girl."

His thumb was drifting over your cheek, "if I want to stop I'll pull my head away."

He smiled, "alright then, get to it." You smiled once more before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the head, then as best you could, you wrapped one hand around the base. The bulk of the ropes made it a bit harder for you to fit his length in your mouth so you focused on the head in earnest, Angel's mouth dropping open as your hot mouth surrounded him.

"You are so good at that, fuck bella" Angel laid on the praise as you worked him up, grunting as he got closer until he was tugging you back and pulling you up by your arms, "we ain't going to be done for a while. Lay on the bed and let me look after you."

"Make me." He raised his eyebrows, nodded with his lips pressed together before all but picking you up and throwing you down, "that do it for you?"

You smiled, "yeah, it does." Before you could think, his knife was back in his hand and he was lifting it in question, "you better replace them Reyes." He took that as permission the start cutting, the flat, dull part of the blade pressing against your skin as he cut your panties away.

The bra went next, Angel's eyes growing wide at your exposed breasts, he looked over you and then met your eye, "do you trust me?"

In an echo of your early answer, you replied, "with my life." Your breath caught in your throat as the very tip of the blade made its way down your sternum. It didn't hurt, not even a little, it was just the threat of it that had all your hair standing on edge, the arousal becoming overwhelming.

"Angel, I want more."

He smirked and put the knife down, "I can do that." His lips found yours then he was kissing down your body. His hand moved down before his lips, his fingers finding your slit, "wow you're wet, what's that from Querida?"

You smiled, "that's anyone's guess, the night has been very enjoyable."

"Really? Well it's about to get even better." He kissed across your hips, his fingers beginning to move up and down your centre, when you were holding back your moans he shifted his hand and spread you open then his lips were wrapped around your clit. The realisation that you weren't tied to the headboard hit you like a fright train as you brought your hand down to weave into his hair. Angel didn't stop, rather, he slid two of his long thick fingers inside you as his tongue circled your clit.

"Oh fuck, I need more please."

He lifted his head, a mischievous look on his face, "you sure?" You nodded, "alright, remember you asked for this." That felt ominous but you couldn't ask for clarification as he went at you like a man starving. You were arching off the bed in no time, pressing his face to your core as you came around his fingers.

He didn't stop, pressing his forearm down on your pelvis to stop you from flinching away from him. The next one came hard and fast, sweeping you up in wave after wave of pleasure until you flew into another one. The pushing towards turned to pulling away as Angel continued, then you were whimpering for him to give you a break. He didn't, instead, he lifted his head and replaced his tongue with his thumb, only slowing enough so you could make sense of what he was saying.

"You did ask for this."

You gasped, "I, please."

He smiled, his thumb gaining speed and force, "please what pretty girl?"

You swallowed, having trouble finding the words, "I need more." Angel's face was filled with heat, "you feel empty, do you?"

You nodded ,"yes, yes, I feel empty."

He smirked, "let me fix that for you." His lips travelled up your body as he removed his fingers until he reached your mouth to kiss you and you could taste yourself on his skin.

He rolled you onto your side and lifted your leg over his hip before grabbing his cock and notching it at your entrance, "you ready?"

You took in a sharp breath, "yes, please, I'm begging."

He chuckled, "no need." Then he was ramming himself inside you. He held your hip hard, your bound hands pressed to his chest as he took a punishing pace, the way slicked by all his hard work with his mouth.

You were stuck between trying to pull him closer and trying to flinch away from him, no matter how you felt, Angel left you no room to move as he fucked you, grunting in your ear like an animal. It was on the cusp of too much when his fingers brushed your clit, "one last time and then I'll fill you up, you want that don't you?" You couldn't find the words, settling for pressing your lips to his as his fingers moved in tight, well aimed circles.

"Come on, I know you can do it." That was all it took for you to contract around him, you could feel every ridge and vein as he pushed himself inside your ever tightening body, his own expression revealing that he was struggling to keep himself under control. After a handful of hard thursts, you felt him pulse inside you and your vision started to fade as his warmth filled your body.

When you came to, he was still inside you, untying your hand while he softened and slipped out, "you doing ok y/n?"

You took a deep breath, "can you ask me that in twenty minutes?" He smiled softly, brushing a sweat slicked strand of hair off your face, "I can, but I'd like if you told me now." You took another deep breath and rolled your wrists, Angel allowing you to before returning them to his large hands to rub out the stiffness.

"I'm great, utterly wonderful, in fact. I'm having trouble feeling my toes but I'm great."

He kissed you softly, a barely there brush that had you following his lips as he pulled away, "I'll be back before you know it, you just close your eyes and relax." You did as he asked, listening out as he ran the water and returned with a warm, damp hand towel to wipe you done.

When that was done, he pulled you into his arms and rested your head on his chest, "once you can stand I'll run a bath for you and make sure you'll all clean for bed, how does that sound?"

You smiled, "sounds great, can I have a nap first?"

He shook his head, "nope, I can't have you complaining that you can't sleep. It's almost bedtime, once we're all clean, I'll tuck you in and spend the whole night holding you, that sound good."

"That sounds perfect, I love you."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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whos your favourite riptide chaaracter?? :>

Hehe, I'd be lying if I didn't say Gillion. All three are absolutely amazing, but when it comes to the main cast, Gilly got me from the very start. I have a soft spot for funny dummies, but even softer spot for characters that have been raised to be dangerous and ruthless and yet have so much love and softness inside. Together with his adorable confusion, I just can't have enough of him. I love his character growth and how much of a feral gremlin he can be (I enjoy those scenes way too much xD) without loosing anything that makes him a relatable loving, beautiful being with depth.

Jay and Chip are both in the second place, I cannot simply choose between these two ^^ I have so many things to say about them as well, but I'm probably overresponding enough already xD

Honourable mentions of characters I would absolutely die for are but are not limited to:

-Drey Ferin (gosh, he just does nothing most of the time but the times he actually talks to the captains, he's like the most uplifting and helpful uncle in the world and his input into their growth...we should appreciate this Man so much more, thank you Drey)

-Kira (I'd let Kira arrest me. I bet we'd have a fun chat together while she's escorting me. She's just so fucking chill, I adore her energy. Kira, my beloved, pls become a Riptide Pirate)

-Edyn (I have so many things to say about Edyn. Her situation is such a mess, but a mess she made out of pure love and desire to have her brother back and damn I just cannot fault her for that. I Hope she gets to assassinate Elders one day. She deserves at least a few kills xD)

-Ollie (I'd die for this child. I'd kill for this child. I'd dry the sea for this child. I'd keep the child safe. I'd put the child in bubble wrap so the child will never be unsafe again. I'd revive Chip with necromancy if I have to just so he can come back to this child as he promised)

-Old Man Earl (Old Man Earl.)

A lot more characters tbh, but again, I think I already did more than I was asked for, oops 😅

Take care anon <3

I'd love to hear some of your favourites!

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Halloween Asks

Bat, Black Cat, Crow

bat - what animal would be your familiar?

Probably a white tiger. My horoscope would say a Scorpion. But creepy crawly no thank you.

black cat - if you could possess a magical ability, what would it be?

IDK. I'd want whatever ability Sally and Gilly Owens had in Practical Magic.

crow - how do you think others see you?

I've never really thought about it. I think people think I'm quiet -- which I am, until I'm comfortable with you. I think bc I've always been kinda chunky and kinda plain other (added to the quiet) other girls/women saw me as mousy or a pushover. Then they'd condescendingly call me Sweetie or Mija and my inner bitch was unleashed. I know others have immediately thought me a bitch. My first boyfriend did bc I had apparently barged past him to my instrument locker to put away my trombone after band practice...while he was waiting for others to finish. Not my fault he chose to wait. LOL. IDK. I can barely see myself these days.

Halloween Asks

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Bouquet for sorrow and regret

A mix of AUs and characters

Asphodel to indicate your regret will follow you to the grave (Gilbert, Kiara - Betrayal AU)

Azalea for fragility in a difficult time (Kiara, Gilbert, Lilian - Soldier Poet King AU)

Snowdrop for consolation and hope of better days ahead (Ren, Jade - ATLA AU)

Rue for regret (Thomas, Violet - Pre-P14H)

Willow for mourning (Ren, Thomas - Red Hood AU)

Gilbert Mead, Kiara Scuro - Betrayal AU

Asphodel – regret that follows you to the grave

Kiara smiled tiredly at him from the back corner booth as he entered the Chinese restaurant, one hand on the stroller next to her.

Ren and Skye had texted earlier with their excuses.

<SPSRA mission out of state. Will see you next time>

<Big project due tomorrow. Sorry!>

The unofficial Team Awesome monthy reunions were nearing expiration, with Gilly and Kiara clinging on by their nails. They weren’t doing it for themselves, though, as much as they were trying to keep something alive.

Lilian.

He’d almost backed out today. Made up some excuse about research and apologized. At least with the other two absent, the bitterness wouldn’t be so quick to rise for the blonde.

Kiara blamed Ren and Skye for staying at SPSRA, after what happened to their best friend. For glossing over the false imprisonment and agonizing pain because SPSRA was the “greater good.”

“Tell me who they’re helping?” Kiara demanded, her lips twisted into a snarl as she glared at the other two.

“We’re helping people. The engineers are improving technology so we’re less reliant on the Basement and –“ Skye recoiled as the word spurred a hiss from the shadow walker.

Ren refused to cave under the weight of hostility. “It’s making a difference, Kiara, and Skye and Thomas and I are doing what we can to make sure what happened to Lily isn’t repeated.”

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Gilbert was safe from Kiara’s rage, though he didn’t deserve it. The chip was his fault. His work had killed Lilian.  

“Hey Gilly,” Kiara greeted when he slid onto the scarlet vinyl seat across from her. “I ordered egg rolls for us already, I’m famished. And I ordered tea for you.”

“Thanks,” he said. He nodded toward the stroller. “How is she?”

Kiara’s smile should have been radiant, befitting a proud new mother, as she pulled  the blanket away from the carrier’s opening. The tiny baby with a mess of black curls slept in her seat, tiny squeaks escaping occasionally.

“LiLi would have loved her,” the shadow walker murmured. “With how much she loved kids? It would have been hard to pry Inali out of her arms.”

Gilbert’s heart twisted.

“I’m moving,” he blurted out awkwardly, resting his hands on the table. “T-There’s a company in San Diego that wants my help creating assistive devices.”

Kiara’s gloved hands covered his. He met her eyes.

“I get it.”

Kiara Scuro, Gilbert Mead, Lilian Moros - Soldier, Poet, King AU

Azalea – fragility during a difficult time

“Gilbert!” Kiara shouted between coughs as she stumbled through the masses. Her voice was lost in the barrage of screams and wails as the soldiers set fire to the huts and shacks that had barely sheltered the people of Beryn. “Gilly!”

The soldiers bore no symbols, a shield to protect the lord and his cronies from suspicions when he offered the village protection, but Kiara knew their purpose.

A mercenary barreled toward her atop a piebald stallion, the pike in his grasp aimed at her gut. The blonde snarled as she rolled out of his path, lashing out with a dark tendril. The shadow wrapped around his neck, cutting into his flesh before Kiara gave a vicious yank and severing the soldier’s head.

There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. They will tear your city down

Somebody plowed into her, knocking her to the ground. She twisted in their grasp, wrestling her attacker beneath her with a blade to their throat. Angry brown eyes glared up at her.

A mousy-haired young man glared up at her, straining against Kiara’s thighs straddling his torso. “Bastards,” he spat. “We were fine before you and your friends got here, with your talk of free and fairness. I warned my lord -

Kiara growled, climbing off of him. “Get out,” she ordered. “The blame lies with your lord.”

She strode into the shadows, cursing to herself.

Her role in this ballad was plain. A weapon to be wielded as they severed the chains of slavery and oppression. And unfortunately, her companions knew their purpose too.

Lilian to find the tyrants, to glean as much information for their cause. Sometimes, their hearts could be swayed with words. She was the appeal, a chance for the villain to change their ways before Kiara gave them no alternative.

There will come a poet, whose weapon is their word. She will slay you with her tongue.

And Gilbert.

He was architect, laying the foundation for the people to rule and govern themselves.

There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid with thorn. Smeared with oil, like David’s brow.

“Kiara!” Gilbert’s voice pierced the chaos and the blonde sped up until she laid eyes on him. He was struggling against a chokehold, a thick arm cutting off his air supply.

She surged out of the darkness and lashed out with a razor-thin whip that cut into the mercenary’s arm.

The soldier grunted in surprise at the wound and her appearance, freeing her friend in his shock. “Move!” she barked.

A shadow swept out, knocking the attacker off his feet. The blond man obeyed, scrambling out of the way. The dark tentacle elongated and thickened, thrashing wildly with the mercenary in its grasp until he was a bloody pulp.

Freed, Gilbert ran toward a burning hut. He yelled something at her, the words lost in his coughs and the screams of somebody trapped inside the structure.

“- have to save them!” she caught.

Awareness dawned on her as she recognized the home’s position in the village.

The healer’s hut.

Gilbert slammed into the door, his shoulder shattering the wood. He inhaled deeply, sucking in as much clear air as he could before he went to cover his nose and mouth.

“Like hell you’re going in there,” Kiara snapped, trapping his foot with a shadow so he was tethered to the ground. She ran past him, a wave of darkness gathering over her in a dark shield. Burning thatch fell against it. Her eyes landed on the forms trapped on the other side of fiery pile of debris.

Not debris. Materials. Items piled there and set ablaze.

The soldiers had gone for the healer first.

Rage boiled inside her. She brought the shadow down on herself, rising into the darkness and emerging on the other side. A woman stared up at her, a toddler clutched in her arms as she shielded a third body.

Kiara threw herself on top of the trio, calling the shadows to her. They sank into the black, the blonde pulling them behind her out into the village. She grabbed Gilly and transported them to the woods.

The conscious woman shrieked as they emerged, pulling away from the shadow walker, and pressing the child to her chest. She sobbed as she saw the village in the distance, flames growing as the fields and huts burned, and she collapsed to the grounds, her wails and the toddler’s blending together.

Gilbert crouched beside the healer, his hands hovering fearfully over the warm, wet stain on her abdomen. “No no no no,” he cried. “Kiara –“

She pulled him to his feet and turned him away from the body to envelope him a hug. “We need to go, Gilly, LiLi is waiting.”

~*~

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert said, staring into the campfire. “Beryn wasn’t ready for that. We needed more time.”

Their work was tenuous, a precarious tower balancing on a few feeble stones. They worked in stages, careful to time each right so as not set the chain of events in motion too soon.

“Selene – she was my choice to lead,” he explained.

“She was a good choice,” Lilian agreed as she pressed a heel of bread into his hands. The man accepted it, but just turned it over in his hands. She glanced over at Kiara. “She was willing to challenge the lord before we arrived, just for the sickness spreading through the village because of the overwork and rotten food.”

The blonde woman nodded her understanding.

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert lamented.

“One of the villagers told the lord. He said as much before I found Gilly, when he blamed us for the soldiers attacking,” Kiara supplied. She prodded a burning log with a stick, shifting the pile so it collapsed in the center. “Mousy hair, ears too big for his head – sound familiar?”

“Jaren,” LiLi offered as she sat between them. “Idolized the guards, but was too scrawny to be one.”

The trio sat in silence, Gilbert leaning against Lilian in support.

She knew Gilbert was blaming himself. He wasn’t considering that the lord could have attacked the healer even if their trio hadn’t shown up, if Selene was prepared to stand up to the nobility. No, he was too caught in the moment, connecting his presence to her death.

“So the question is,” Kiara scowled, “Do we let this behavior go unpunished?”

 Ren, Jade – ATLA AU

Snowdrop - consolation and hope for better days ahead

“Here,” Jade said, pressing a warm bowl into Ren’s hands. She grinned when the air bender eyed it suspiciously. “It’s not sea prunes, I promise. Just broth.”

Ren took a sip, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth fill her.

“What happened after –“ she winced at the memory of the lightning strike, her entire body tensing instinctively.

“Thomas held Reed and Kiara off so I could escape with you. We heard reports that he was captured,” Jade answered, sitting back on her feet. She scowled, her eyes bright with fury. “The Fire Prince and Princess are returning to the Fire Nation while the ships converge on Ba Sing Se to –“

“Take control,” Ren growled, her grip tight around the bowl. “I forgot it fell.”

She failed.

Anger clenched at her chest, its claws painful around her heart. Her mouth tightened and she brought the soup to her lips to mask it.

Jade noticed with a frown. “It won’t last, Ren, we’ve still got the Day of the Black Sun and Jasper’s actually got a half decent plan that doesn’t require the Earth King’s armies.”

“What’s the plan?” Ren demanded, itching to rid herself of the heavy burden of failure. She set her bowl down and grabbed her glider, the wooden weight a familiar feeling in her hand. With a grunt, she pushed herself to her feet and leaned her body against the staff. “What do I need to do –“

“You need to lay down and rest,” the water bender ordered. “You’re so weak after the healing session, I could knock you over with one finger.”

The avatar glared at her as she eased herself down on to the mattress.

“I know it’s annoying and you’re exhausted and drained,” Jade sighed. “But there’s nothing you can do about it tonight and you’re not going to defeat anybody if you don’t give yourself time to heal.”

She cleaned up as Ren spread out on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

 Thomas, Violet – Pre-P14H

Rue – regret

“Thomas?” somebody asked, shaking his shoulder.

The dream walker snapped out of the trance he was in, staring at the paperwork laid in front of him on tiny metal desk. Violet frowned at him, only taller because of the way the shoddy chair sank to the bottom of the supportive shaft.

“’M sorry,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes. “Dream walkers and their cat naps, you know how it goes.”

The council member squeezed his shoulder worryingly. “I do. I also know that wasn’t helpful in the slightest.”

He sighed.

If it were any of the other council members, he would doubt the sincerity of their questions. A dream walker who couldn’t sleep well enough was useless to them, just a body that didn’t serve its purpose.

“Vance Elliot’s resignation just became official,” Violent explained as she shook her head. “I know you were close with he and his sister, Thomas, and I’m wondering if you needed time.”

Vance hadn’t answered his calls. The times Thomas had sought him out had been met with hostility and rage.

Charlotte Elliot was dreamless. And out of the hospital she’d been sent to after the operation failed.

“There hasn’t been enough time, Violet,” he answered with a bitter chuckle. “Vance blames me. Even if I didn’t perform the surgery. Even if I fought against Lottie getting that kind of treatment. I’m the catalyst.”

If he had known SPSRA would use her as a test subject, would he have told the council about her? Would he have trusted Vance’s ability to contain her powers when the man was restless as a tumbleweed and itching to go on the next mission?

He shook his head.

“Take some time off, Thomas,” Violet urged. “Catch up on your sleep. Stop thinking about what could have been done differently. And when you get back, the paperwork for your promotion will be finalized.”

The dream walker stared at her as if she had two heads. “Promotion?”

“That’s right. The council decided you’ve shown potential,” the older woman informed him with a proud smile. “When you get back, we’ll put you in mentorship training and you’ll soon start working to recruit and train SPSRA’s heroes.”

Why?

A part of him – a voice that sounded like his former partner – wondered if this reward was for his silence. Don’t talk about Charlotte and the organization’s errors. Betray your friends for the ‘greater good’ and get a new title and status among the agency.

Or was this caution. He’d been vocal about the Council’s flaws. He hadn’t been on a retrieval mission since the operation, but could he go on another with the nagging thought that this target could be the next Charlotte Elliot?

He pushed it all down.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I appreciate the trust.”

 Ren, Thomas – Red Hood AU

Willow – mourning

“We can’t find her.”

Ren stared at Morpheus’s office door, her fingers tight on the manilla folder and its contents.

She’s argued against this. Had told the Council that he wasn’t ready, hadn’t given up on Kiara – it was cruel to ask him to take on a new sidekick when he was still obsessively searching for his last one.

Two years is enough time to accept the person you’d promised to protect – and failed to do so – was dead.

She sighed and raised her fist to knock. “Thomas? It’s Ren,” she called. “I have – the Council an assignment.”

The dream walker didn’t answer and the shapeshifter hesitantly turned the knob.

And stepped into an empty office.

“Thomas?” Ren frowned at the lit desk lamp and the papers scattered around the desk. She could see the old photos they’d been sent of Kiara, her face bruised and her body bloody in a sterile white room. Her frowned deepened when she noticed the foot peeking around the corner. “Thomas …”

The redhead was stretched out on his back, his face screwed into a scowl as it did when his dreams weren’t yielding the results he wanted.

She pulled a chair to the corner and settled in to wait for him to wake on his own.

“You can’t find her?” Ren asked as she sat next to her mentor.

“He’d find some way to cut her off from me,” Thomas muttered, raking his hands through his hair. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, ironic for a man whose power required sleep. “A drug, another dream walker – he wouldn’t want to risk me ruining this for him.”

“So it’s not as if he’s just keeping her in the dark about where she is, he’s found a way to eliminate the risk of you completely.”

The thought sent a chill down her spine. Morpheus was one of the few things about SPSRA Ren had complete faith in. And somebody knew the faults in his powers.

The redhead wiped his eyes with the heal of his hand. “Vance always did think of everything.”

She opened the folder, analyzing the contents so she’d have ammunition against his arguments for why he couldn’t accept a new protegee and to convince herself of them herself.

Ren was part way through when Thomas stirred, a groan escaping his lips. She grabbed the water bottle off the desk and offered it to him as he sat up.

“Ren? What time is it?” He asked with a raspy voice. He took the bottle and drank thirstily, trying to fight how dry his mouth felt.

“Around 6,” the shapeshifter supplied. “Thomas, the Council held a meeting.”

“They have a lot of those,” Thomas said dryly, pulling himself to his feet. Palms spread on his desk, he scowled. “Anything worthwhile?”

His eyes narrowed on the folder when she laid it out open in front of him, focusing on the photo of the young woman in front of a lined wall and holding a plaque with a number.

“Thomas –“

“No.” He shoved the folder away. “I’m not taking another protegee. SPSRA policies specify a mentor can only have one –“

Ren closed her eyes.

“SPSRA has updated Inkling’s file. As far as the Council is concerned, Inkling is no longer MIA,” she told him stoically, trying to keep the fury out of her voice. She’d argued this as much as she protested assigning Thomas a new mentee, enraged by the cold bureaucracy of it.

“And what about Kiara? Or did they not care that she was – is more than a code name?” he hissed.

She met his eyes. “You better than any one know how the Council considers these decisions.”

Teacher was dead in the eyes of SPSRA too, despite Vance Elliot walking through Manhattan without a care in the world. But if they wanted to divorce themselves from any of his actions, the reports had to say the hero was dead.

How many disillusioned heroes were roaming the world, knowing that their accomplishments and victories no longer mattered since they’d left SPSRA.

“I’m not taking another student,” Thomas insisted.

“What if she needs you?” Ren retorted. “Thomas, this is her last chance.”

Lilian Moros was an alias, one of several SPSRA had noted, but her strikes carried through whatever name she used. If Thomas rejected this, she’d be inhibited and incarcerated.

“Then you mentor her,” the dream walker snapped, folding his arms across his chest. “Meta has enough sway in the community. Your reputation will protect her.”

“It will once. After that, her next mistake will be her last,” the brunette answered, pointing to the list of prior crimes. “Morpheus pioneered the mentor program, Thomas, you know every one – including her – deserves room to make errors.”

He bowed his head. “I need to find her, Ren.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on her, Thomas.” the shapeshifter put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m asking you to do the thing that you stay with SPSRA for … I’m asking you to help somebody.”