#being myself right here aight

[alenkijjj]

IM GENUINELY TWEAKING I NEED TO BE HIM but I'LL NEVER BE. I LOOK LIKE A RAT THAT WAS RAISED PURELY ON APPLE VINEGAR oh im such a dumbass it's annoying also my life sux lmfao xoxo =3

[teaboot]

Okay so I'm a security guard, right

And part of why I like my job is cause I'm pretty good at deescalating conflicts without violence or police involvement

And that *might* be because my primary coping mechanism for stress is humor, and if the guy in the uniform isn't stressed out, usually nobody else is either

But anyhow today I witnessed a crime, which 911 had already been called for

And I'm telling the guy, you know, as he's running away, that nobody's gonna touch him, we don't do that here, I don't have any weapons and he can totally walk on out if he wants to

And he gives me this 'go-fuck-yourself" type answer, right? As you do

And I fucking

I fucking. Start danCING

I DONT KNOW WHY

I WAS JUST LIKE "aight guess I'll go fuck myself then, cheerio" AND START FUCKING DANCING

LIKE MY BRAIN WAS LIKE "Cool not being attacked, gotta keep the witnessed calm, gotta stay chill and breezy" AND THE PHYSICAL RESPONSE FOR THAT WAS TO SYART DOING THIS SASSY FUCKING JIG

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZR I WAS FDOUNG IT UNTIL SOMEONE POIU TED IT OUT AFTER

and it all ended fine and the dude is in custody and I get a call from my boss like "Yeah we're gonna need to send footage to police"

AND

FUCKING

THIS IS GOING TO BE SHOWN IN COURT SOMEWHERE

IM DOUNG A SRUPID LITTLE DANCE ON CAMERA AS THIS GUY LOSES HIS MIND AND ITS GONNA BE ON COURT SOMEWHERW

THIS IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING THING IVE WVER DONE

I HATE MYSELFD

[karasukarei]

Wind Breaker Special Stage Event - Tonpuu-machi Halloween Matsuri Afternoon Show Special Reading Drama (part 2)

Part 1 here!

You can check out the rest of my translations here!

Kaji: To the east, right now, it’s all clear.

💙Umemiya 💙: Aight, good work Kaji!

Hiiragi: Thanks for patrolling.

Kaji: Is there anything else I can help with?

💙Umemiya 💙: Nope, thanks! It’s all good for now.

Suo: Thanks for waiting!

Nirei: Kaji-san! Thanks for the hard work!

Kaji: Oh. (t/n: this is more like a nod of acknowledgement)

Nirei: That costume is really cool! Um, is that a… kabocha dracula? (t/n: see the next t/n for explanation)

Kaji: Pumpkin hakushaku. (t/n: Nirei says kabocha (Japanese for pumpkin) dracula (in English), but Kaji says pumpkin (in English) hakushaku (Japanese for count). These two phrases essentially mean the same thing, Kaji is just being pedantic www. It’s the equivalent of me saying “I’m drinking boba” and someone correcting me that it should be “tapioca milk tea”.)

Nirei: Eh?

Kaji: Pumpkin hakushaku. That’s what my class told me.

Nirei: Pumpkin hakushaku?

Suo: It’s probably a jack o’ lantern?

Hiiragi: Nirei looks good too, doesn’t he.

Nirei: Thank you very much! It’s a bit of a tall order to be cool like everyone else…

Suo: If it suits Nirei-kun, I think it’s great.

Nirei: Hehe, I’m actually digging it myself!

💙Umemiya 💙: Speaking of, Suo’s costume really suits him!

Hiiragi: Or rather, isn’t it too creepy?

Suo: Is that so?

Nirei: Suo’s costume is…?

Suo: It’s a jiangshi! Put simply, it’s a Chinese zombie.

Kaji: The yellow talisman is controlling it, isn’t it?

Suo: Yes! But rather than being controlled, I’m better at controlling people. (t/n: at this point, Zakki gives a shrug and looks at the audience. It is very scary that he is channeling he Suo energy so much (･_･;)) Ahaha!

Hiiragi: That smile is super scary.

Suo: It’s just a joke!

💙Umemiya 💙: Yahahaha! How reliable!

Nirei: Eh? By the way, where’s Sakura-san?

Hiiragi: Oh yeah, he’s not back yet.

Suo: Ahaha! If we’re talking about Sakura-kun, he’s over there.

Hiiragi: That guy, what’s he doing while wearing that?

Sakura: Shit… why am I the one wearing this costume… (blushing very hard)

💙Umemiya 💙: Oiiii Sakura!!! If you’ve changed, come over!

Sakura: *Gasps of shock and surprise*

Suo: Sakura-kun! Don’t be shy and just come out!

Sakura: N-n-no way I’m shy or anything! (t/n: yes you are)

Nirei: Sakura-san, are you a werewolf?! It’s so cool!

Hiiragi: You’ve even slicked your hair back, huh?

Sakura: T-t-this?! The guys in the shopping street just did it! Speaking of, what’s with these ears?! And tail too?!

Suo: Wah, it’s so fluffy!

Sakura: Don’t touch me! Don’t pet me! (very blushily) Anyway, you can’t get excited with this costume! (t/n: this might be wrong, but there’s a couple of contractions here and I didn’t manage to catch the full thing x_x)

💙Umemiya 💙: I think it’s plenty to get excited over!

Suo: Hmm, Sakura-kun, I’ll teach you a simple way to hype things up. Sakura-kun, could you do it for me?

Sakura: Eh? Me?

Suo: Don’t worry don’t worry! Sakura-kun just needs to follow my actions!

Sakura: Ahh… If it’s just that… I can do it…

Suo: It’s a deal! Alright, Sakura-kun, I’m going to do the action, and you’ll follow, alright?

Sakura: Ok.

Suo: First, hold your right hand like this! (Zakki holds his right hand open with fingers slightly curved, palm side facing the audience)

Sakura: Like this?

Suo: Yes yes! Next, hold your left hand like this! (mirroring his right hand)

Sakura: Like this…

Suo: Well done! Finally, tilt your head…

Sakura: Tilt my head…

Suo: Alright, and you say, “Gaooooo”! (t/n: this is the onomatopoeia for a cute wolf howling. Emphasis on “cute”)

Sakura: Gao… – AAAAH (much blushy sputtering)

Hiiragi: Isn’t the sound “Aroooooooo” (really REALLY good wolf impression) for a wolf? (t/n: I broke this sentence up on purpose cos Hiiragi just goes back to his usual stoic self after the very impressive howl, the character gap is THE BEST)

💙Umemiya 💙: Hiiragi, you’re really good…!

Nirei: I don’t think that’s the problem…

Sakura: Stop messing around with me! I can’t do that!

Suo: You can do it! Because Sakura-kun, you’re a werewolf now!

Sakura: I didn’t say anything like that!

Suo: Sakura-kun, look around you! Everyone (he looks at the audience here) is looking at you with such anticipation. (t/n: you sly fox www) (edit: I just watched some of the commentary after the drama, Zakki was the culprit who started ad-libbing, and I believe it started from here wwww)

Sakura: Eh… (the audience starts clapping for him a lot at this point) Who is “everyone”?!

Suo: Of course, it’s everyone who has gathered here for the party! (Zakki spreads his arms out to the audience as he says this) (there is a lot of clapping at this blackmail)

💙Umemiya 💙: There’s a lot of ghosts here, you know? (t/n: I think this is where the ad-libbing starts wwww)

Sakura: (Many many grunts of pain and anguish) What is this… If you want me to do it I’ll do it!!! (takes a deep breath) (takes another deep breath) (Yuuma raises his arms wide) G… Gao. (in a very deep and manly voice)

Suo: (Laughs a lot with the audience)

💙Umemiya 💙: Hmmmmm, I’d like you to do it with a little more energy! Sakura!

Sakura: Tch…! C-Can someone give me an example?!

💙Umemiya 💙: Who’s good at this? Hiiragi? (t/n: I think most of this section is ad-libbed LMAO this is what happens when you let a chaos demon like NakaYuu run free)

Hiiragi: Eh, me?

Nirei: Hiiragi-san? Can you really do it?

Hiiragi: I’ll be doing it like the real thing. (He broke character slightly here www)

💙Umemiya 💙: Hiiragi, you’re doing it like the real thing?

Hiiragi: Yup.

💙Umemiya 💙: That’s different.

Hiiragi: Yeah, that’s different.

Choji (from off-stage LMAO): I want Ume-chan.

💙Umemiya 💙: Ume-chan- Ume-chan? You’re referring to me? (t/n: cos Togame’s seiyuu is also Ume-chan (Umehara Yuuichiro) - this was the butt of many jokes during the event wwww) Then I guess, Ume-chan is gonna do it right?

Nirei: Really??

Hiiragi: Oi Umemiya, show us.

💙Umemiya 💙: Alright, I’m gonna do it. (Takes a deep breath) GAOOOOOOUEH (very very manly howl) HHHUUUEEEE. (Stares very intently like he’s going to bite someone’s throat)

Nirei: Ohh!!! As expected!

💙Umemiya 💙: I took notice of the cameras too.

Suo: Alright next, (trying very hard to not laugh) it’s Sakura’s turn right?

Sakura: How did it turn out like this… (also starts laughing; I think he started ad-libbing when asking for an example, and now it has come back to bite him ^_^)

💙Umemiya 💙: Sakura, if you don’t do it quickly, you’re gonna get more embarrassed! (t/n: the second part might be wrong, feel free to correct me!)

Sakura: Yosh I’m gonna do it, you guys better be watching!!! Rnaaghhg, GAOOOO!!! (Very manly and not cute at all, with a lot of echoing) 

💙Umemiya 💙: Ohhh, everyone’s so excited now!

Suo: As expected of Sakura-kun!

Sakura: Hyaaaaaaaaaa (very very high-pitched)

Suo: Alright Sakura-kun, next can you do a “nyan nyan”?

Sakura: DAAAAA!!! I’M NOT GONNA DO THAT!

Nirei: Sakura-san! (t/n: he says “どうどう” here which means “how how”, but I don’t think this is correct in context. If anyone knows what he’s saying, feel free to let me know!)

💙Umemiya 💙: Ahahaha, the first years are so interesting!

[sabh0]

Little rant and probably a controversial opinion, please don't burn me at the stake for that If i asked you to guess how many dazai anon accounts have i blocked here till now, what number would u think of? Bc i just checked - i currently have 9 of their accounts blocked. 2 from this week alone. And it's not like i go around hunting for them. I just randomly open tumblr to check what silly things did ppl say about my art, and then i see 50 different reblogs, comments or asks from dazai anon alone, being no longer only mean to Chuuya or skk, but bashing my art or telling me to off myself!!! Yay!! And u know, it wasn't a problem in the beginning. The stuff they write is comedic with how stupid it is. I could also interact with em smh (ngl, they left me for a good while after i drew them and chuuya making out that one time). And as i said, before they didn't attack me personally. But then i started getting comments that i shouldn't interact with dazai anon bc something something they're mentally unstable? Like im sorry, but how is this my problem. They come to me and regularly tell me to hurt myself, but i can't even reply to them bc "sab, it's no use, they're sick smth smth smth, just block them"?? Like bruh aight, it's just that sitting silently actually starts to affect me. Bc no matter how many accounts i block, they come back with a new one the moment they realize they're blocked. And the whole carousel of "block, dont interact" starts again. I just think it's not really alright to tell ppl that they can't in any way stand up for themselves? Why do i have to care about personal wellbeing or a sad backstory of someone who doesn't respect mine? Why should i even know about their problems? They're a complete stranger to me and i don't really go around reading random people's biographies on the internet. Like aughhh it's seriously starting to annoy me now,,,, i'm not saying ppl ACCEPT what dazai anon does, but using the excuse that they're not okay mentally just doesn't sit right with me, idk. Mental health problems should never be an excuse for hurting others, imo.

[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

ᥫ᭡.

[lunaswicked]

The Main Event

A/N: I know there are plenty of Jey Girlies out here trying to get him to call them "baby" in 2025 after the Royal Rumble meet and greet. So… I wrote a little fic for y’all—enjoy!

Paring: Jey Uso, Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: You cross paths with WWE superstar Jey Uso at the end of the meet and greet event. Every glance, every touch, every word between you only makes things more intense. You've never felt anything like this before—completely lost in the moment, in him.

Tags: 18+, Unprotected AND protected p in v, body fluids, age gap (22 & 37), pet names, body fluids, language, rough, MINORS DNI

"You sure you'll be good by yourself?" My bestie, Genesis, eyed me with suspicion, arms crossed like she already knew the answer.  

I barely heard her. My gaze flickered left to right, scanning the dwindling crowd, my heart pounding with every second that passed. I was on my tiptoes, stretching my neck like a meerkat, trying to catch even the smallest glimpse of him.  

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I mumbled, nodding a little too fast.  

She didn't buy it, but she sighed and let me be.  

It was the tail end of the WWE meet and greet, and if it wasn’t for my mom, I wouldn’t even be here right now. According to everyone back home, I was on vacation in Puerto Rico, living my best life, soaking up the sun and eating good. Which wasn’t a lie, technically. But my mom—being the absolute legend she is—went out of her way to get me and Genesis plane tickets for this. Even though we’re 22, she still spoils me like crazy, and honestly? I don’t complain.  

But let’s be real—I didn’t fly all the way out here just for the vacation. I came for him. 

Jey Uso.  

The man, the myth, the fine ass legend.  

I’d been waiting for this moment forever, and now that I was here, my chest was tight, my hands clammy. I told myself I just wanted a picture, something to heal my inner child, to give younger me the moment she never got. But deep down? I knew it was more than that.  

I wanted to see him up close, hear his voice in real-time, not through a screen. I wanted to soak in the energy, feel the presence that made so many people gravitate toward him.  

This was my chance. I just had to make sure I didn’t freeze up the second I got in front of him.

"Aight," Genesis said, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and concern. She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before pulling back, her hands resting on my shoulders like she was trying to ground me. "Call me when you're done, meet me back at the hotel, or at least send me an update so I know you're alive." 

I rolled my eyes but smiled, appreciating her looking out for me even when she knew I was stubborn. "Okay, love," I said, my voice softer now, filled with gratitude.  

She gave me one last knowing look—like she could already tell I was about to lose my damn mind over Jey Uso—before turning on her heel and heading toward the exit, disappearing into the thinning crowd.

The crowd was thinning out, people slowly making their way toward the exits, chatting, laughing, clutching their signed merch like trophies. I weaved through them, my heart racing, my hands slightly clammy, but I kept moving, determined.  

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a booth tucked away from all the noise, half-hidden like a little secret. My breath hitched. I squinted, my pulse hammering as I focused in.  

It was him.  

Right there, wrapping up his meet and greet, looking even better in real life than he did on my screen.

Without thinking, I picked up my pace, speed-walking like my life depended on it. I dodged people left and right, slipping past groups deep in conversation, maneuvering around security, my one and only goal clear in my mind.  

I had to get to him.

And just like that, I reached his booth, standing mere feet away from the man I had flown all this way to see.

His head lifted, slow and deliberate, like he felt me staring before he even saw me. My breath hitched as he pulled off his shades, revealing those deep, warm brown eyes that had been living rent-free in my head for way too long. His signature mullet framed his face perfectly, the ends dipped in a splash of pink to match his fit.

His hands stilled over his bag he had been packing up, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip. My fingers twitched as I reached into my pocket for my phone, my voice barely above a whisper.  

"Can I—" 

I didn’t even get to finish.  

Chaos erupted around us as security started ushering people out, their voices booming over the remaining murmurs of the crowd. A heavy presence loomed beside me, and before I could react, a thick hand wrapped around my wrist.  

"Ma’am—" the deep voice started, all authoritative and serious.  

Before he could finish, Jey cut in, his tone smooth but firm. "Aye, she wit’ me, uce." 

Just like that, the security guard let go, his grip instantly replaced by Jey’s much warmer, much bigger hand. The contrast sent a shiver down my spine, but I had no time to process it because Jey was already moving.  

Still holding my hand, he started walking toward the exit like it was the most natural thing in the world. And without thinking, without questioning, I followed—because how could I not?

We stepped outside, the cool night air hitting my skin as I tried to steady my racing heart. The energy was different out here—quieter, more intimate, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us.  

Right in front of me, towering in all its glossy, decked-out glory, was his tour bus. And there he was—his face plastered right on the side of it, larger than life, staring down at me like fate was playing some kind of sick joke.  

I swallowed hard, my fingers still wrapped around my phone, but I wasn’t thinking about taking a picture anymore. Not when Jey was standing right here, holding my hand, like he hadn’t just pulled me out of a crowd and told security I was with him.  

He glanced over at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You good?"  

Oh, I was far from good. My brain was short-circuiting. My childhood dream and my grown-woman reality were colliding in real-time.  

But I somehow found my voice, even if it came out softer than I intended.  

"Yeah… just takin’ it all in."

Jey chuckled, a deep, smooth sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly before he let go, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key.  

"Aight then, c’mon," he said, nodding toward the bus.  

I blinked. My brain needed a minute to process. Was I really about to step onto Jey Uso’s tour bus? 

The door hissed open, and he stepped up first, turning back to make sure I was following. My legs moved before my mind could even catch up, carrying me up the steps and into his space.  

The inside was insane. Dim, moody lighting, plush leather seating, a huge flat-screen mounted on the wall playing highlights from Raw, and the faint scent of cologne and something sweet—probably from whatever candle was burning on the counter near the mini bar.  

Jey dropped his bag on one of the seats and turned to face me, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back slightly. His chain glinted under the lights, catching my attention for a split second before my gaze flicked back up to his face. 

"So," he drawled, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You was real determined. What’s good? You came all this way just to see me?" 

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close we were in this small space. "I mean… yeah," I admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Had to make sure I got my moment."  

Jey raised a brow, looking impressed. "Oh, so this a whole mission, huh?" He licked his lips, nodding like he was piecing everything together. "Aight, well… since you came all this way, what you want, mama? A pic? A hug? Somethin’ signed?"  

I stared at him, my heart hammering.  

"I want a picture, yeah… but also, I just wanted to meet you. Like, really meet you." My voice came out softer than I expected, but I meant every word.  

Jey tilted his head slightly, studying me for a second before that smirk deepened.  

"Oh yeah?" His voice dropped a little, eyes flickering over my face like he was trying to read me. "Aight then… let’s talk. Get comfortable. You got my attention now."  

I exhaled, feeling the weight of his words settle over me.  

I had Jey Uso’s attention.  

Now, what was I gonna do with it?

I eased down onto the seat across from him, the plush leather cool against my skin. Jey, on the other hand, sat back like he owned the place—which, I mean, he did. Legs spread wide, completely relaxed, the definition of unbothered. His chain caught the dim light as he leaned into the sofa, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against his knee.

I crossed my legs, mirroring his energy in my own way, trying to play it cool even though my heart was beating out of my damn chest.

"Why’d you help me with that security?" I finally asked, tilting my head slightly.

At that, Jey sat up, planting his elbows on his knees as he looked me dead in the eyes.

"‘Cause you ain’t look like you was finna take no for an answer," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You had that look, like you was on a mission. I respect that."

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress the smile threatening to creep up. "So, what? You just go around saving fans?"

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, not like that." He ran a hand down his face before locking eyes with me again. "You was different. Somethin’ about the way you pulled up... I dunno. Felt like I had to see what you was on."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, but I kept my expression unreadable, letting my fingers trace along the hem of my skirt. "Well, now that you see me, what do you think?"

Jey’s smirk deepened, his gaze dropping for a split second—just long enough to send a wave of heat through my body—before he met my eyes again.

"I think you got my attention, mama. Question is… what you gon’ do with it?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, gripping my phone a little too tight like it was the only thing grounding me. “Umm, picture?” I asked, waving it slightly, my voice betraying how flustered I was.  

Jey’s lips curved into that signature smirk—cocky, knowing—before he leaned back, draping an arm over the back of the sofa like he had all the time in the world. “Fasho. C’mere.” He patted the empty space next to him, eyes locked on me.  

My legs felt weak as I stood, every step toward him making my pulse hammer against my ribs. I swear my knees were on the verge of buckling, but I kept it cute, sliding into the spot beside him like I wasn’t lowkey freaking out.  

I opened my camera app, my fingers slightly shaky as I adjusted the angle. Before I could even position the phone right, Jey’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him.  

My breath hitched. A tiny, soft gasp slipped out before I could stop it, and I prayed he didn’t catch it. Act normal, I told myself, trying to pretend like my body wasn’t reacting to how solid he felt against me, how his scent—something warm, masculine, and just a little sweet—wrapped around me like a damn embrace.  

Focusing way too hard, I held up the phone, ready to take the pic. I smiled, but just as I went to press the button… I realized something.  

Jey wasn’t looking at the camera.  

His gaze? Fully locked on me.  

My stomach flipped as I caught the way his dark eyes traced over my face, like he was memorizing every little detail. The way his arm was still wrapped tight around my waist, his fingers pressing just enough to make me feel it.  

And that alone? Sent a pulse straight between my legs. 

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to snap the picture before my brain short-circuited. Turning the phone toward him, I showed him the screen. “What you think?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.  

But when I glanced up at him, his gaze still hadn’t moved. Still pinned right on me.  

His smirk deepened, slow and deliberate, his grillz catching the dim light in the bus. He leaned in just slightly, voice dropping into something smooth, something dangerous.  

"I think…" His fingers drummed lightly against my waist, sending a little shiver up my spine. "You look real good, baby."  

My breath caught. Heat rushed to my face, but I refused to fold.  

And just like that? I knew I was done for.

I swallowed hard, my brain struggling to keep up with the way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. My fingers were still clutching my phone, but at this point, I wasn’t even thinking about the picture anymore.

"Oh, so I caught your eye?" I teased, tilting my head slightly, trying so hard to keep my cool.

Jey smirked, tongue running over his grillz as he leaned back against the sofa, his arm still draped around my waist like he belonged there. "You tell me." His voice was low, smooth, carrying a weight that settled deep in my stomach. "You the one who pulled up on me like you had somethin’ to prove."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though my body definitely reacted to the way he said that. "Boy, please." I tried to sound unbothered, but the way my voice wavered slightly? Yeah, he definitely caught that.

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening just a little before he finally let go, his arm sliding off my waist as he stretched out. I hated how much I missed the warmth of it immediately.

"So, what now?" he asked, raising a brow. "You got your picture. You tryna leave or…?"

I bit my lip, debating for half a second before deciding I was not about to be the girl who folded too fast. "Damn, you tryna get rid of me already?" I shot back, shifting slightly so I was turned toward him more.

His smirk widened, his gaze dropping to my legs for a moment before flicking back up to my face. "Nah," he said, voice dipping just a little. "If I wanted you gone, you’d know."

A shiver ran through me at the way he said that.

"So what do you want, then?" I challenged, arching a brow.

Jey exhaled, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he studied me. Then, slow and deliberate, he reached forward, his fingers grazing my chin as he tilted my face up just slightly.

"I'on know yet," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against my bottom lip. "Guess we gon' have to find out, huh?"

I swallowed hard, my palm pressing against the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my touch. His skin burned through the fabric of his shirt, radiating heat that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers twitched, itching to explore more, but before I could even process what I was doing, my eyes drifted lower.  

And damn.  

The outline of his dick strained against his pants, thick and heavy, leaving nothing to the imagination. My thighs clenched instinctively, a deep ache pooling between them at just the sight of it. My breath hitched as I flicked my gaze back up, only to catch Jey watching me watching him, that cocky smirk still playing at his lips.  

"That what you lookin’ for, mama?" His voice was all deep, rich amusement, but his eyes? They were hungry. Dark. Studying every little reaction I gave him like he was committing it to memory.  

I felt my face heat, but I refused to fold. My nails lightly scraped against his chest as I tilted my head, lips curving into a slow smirk of my own. "You tell me, Jey," I murmured, dragging out his name just a little, testing the waters. "You tryna act innocent now?"  

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned in, closing the space between us. The scent of his cologne—warm, woodsy, with just a hint of something sweet—wrapped around me, making me feel damn near dizzy.  

"Ain’t nothin’ innocent ‘bout me, baby." His fingers trailed down to my waist, gripping me just enough to make me feel it. "Question is… you ready to handle that?"  

His words sent a spark straight through me, igniting something reckless, something desperate. My breath was shallow, my pulse hammering, but I refused to back down. I let my hand slide down from his chest, teasing over the ridges of his abs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch.  

"What you think?" I whispered, meeting his gaze, daring him to make the next move.  

Jey’s jaw flexed, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his grip on my waist tightened. And in one swift motion, he pulled me fully onto his lap, his hands sliding down to cup the curve of my ass, pressing me right against the undeniable proof of how bad he wanted me.  

A sharp gasp left my lips, but he just smirked, his breath fanning against my skin as he murmured, "Oh yeah… you gon’ be a problem, huh?"  

And fuck, I was so okay with that.

I could barely keep my breathing steady as Jey’s hands roamed, his grip tightening around my ass under my skirt. His eyes never left mine, that same intense, hungry gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes, making it clear just how much he was enjoying watching me unravel. 

My breath hitched when I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my shirt. I froze, heart racing as he effortlessly unhooked my bra with one hand, his fingers brushing against my skin like it was nothing. 

“You want me to take this off?” he asked, his voice low, as though the question was a test, a dare. 

I nodded, my pulse racing as I slowly lifted my arms, silently pleading for him to just take over.  

“mhm… please, Jey.” My voice came out softer than I meant, a mixture of nerves and need, but I couldn’t hold it back anymore. He was all I could think about, all I could feel in that moment. 

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, and before I could blink, my shirt was over my head, tossed aside carelessly. His gaze dropped to my exposed chest, his eyes darkening, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, letting me feel the weight of his stare before his hands moved to my bra straps. His fingers brushed lightly over my skin as he slid the straps off my shoulders, and I let out a shaky breath, my body already responding to him, craving more. 

"You’re fucking perfect." 

And just like that, I felt the straps slide down my arms, the bra falling away, leaving me completely exposed to him. But the way he looked at me, like I was something to be worshipped, made the nervous flutter in my stomach turn into pure heat. I had never felt more wanted in my life. 

“Fuck,” he whispered again, his hands gently cupping my bare breasts, squeezing just enough to make me moan softly. “You don’t know what you doin’ to me.” His thumb flicked over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my head spin. 

I couldn’t help but respond, my hands reaching up to tug at his shirt, urging him to take it off. The need between us was suffocating, and I wanted all of him, now. 

“Let me feel you, Jey,” I breathed, my voice low with desperation. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. His shirt was off in seconds, and as he leaned back in, his body pressing into mine, I knew I was in way deeper than I had ever planned to go. But with him? I didn’t care.

I could feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips as my hands roamed over his tattooed chest, tracing the intricate designs that marked his body. His muscles were like rock under my touch, every ridge and curve begging to be explored, and I couldn’t get enough of the way he felt. I let my fingers linger over his abs, feeling the tense flex of his body as he shifted beneath me.

Then, without warning, he bucked his hips up into me, the movement sending a shock of pleasure through me. I gasped, the sudden contact making everything feel even more intense. My body reacted instinctively, grinding back against him, matching the rhythm he set, my heart racing faster with every movement.

His hand slid up to the back of my neck, fingers curling into my hair, and in one swift motion, he yanked me down toward him, crashing his lips against mine in a fierce kiss. I melted into him instantly, his lips hot and demanding as they moved against mine. It was a kiss full of hunger, of urgency, and the way he pulled me even closer made my body ache for him. 

I felt his lips part, and his tongue slid into my mouth, moving with slow intensity at first, teasing me, but then it deepened, his kiss becoming more urgent, more possessive. I responded in kind, matching the hunger in his kiss, my hands tracing the lines of his chest, my fingers brushing over the tattoos again, as if trying to memorize every inch of him. 

His grip on my neck tightened, just enough to send a shiver down my spine, and he pulled away briefly, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity that made my stomach flip.

“You feel that?” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “You makin’ me lose my fucking mind.” 

I nodded, my lips parting as I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn’t done. His hands moved quickly, one sliding to my ass, the other gripping my pulling my thong to the side, as he rocked his hips up again, forcing me to take in the intensity of his movements. 

He could feel how much I wanted him, how wet this pussy was, and it made him smirk, that confident, cocky smirk that only added to the chaos building between us. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and sucking at my skin, leaving marks that would stay long after this moment was over. “You so fuckin’ wet.”

His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and smoldering with something dangerously addictive. Slowly, deliberately, he slid a finger between my pussy lips, teasing me before finally pressing inside. A sharp gasp left my lips as I clenched around him, my body instinctively reacting to his touch.  

“shit…” I exhaled, my head tilting back slightly as a wave of pleasure rolled through me.  

Jey bit his bottom lip, watching me, clearly loving the way I unraveled for him. His fingers moved with precision, sliding in deeper before curling just right, making my breath hitch.  

"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.  

All I could do was nod, too caught up in the sensation, my body already craving more. His free hand found my waist, gripping me possessively as he worked his fingers deeper, the rhythm slow but devastating. The wet sounds between us only added to the heat of the moment, my arousal pooling onto his hand, onto the sofa beneath us.  

“fuck,” he groaned, eyes flickering between my face and where his fingers disappeared inside of me. His voice was laced with hunger, like he was barely holding himself back. “You so damn sexy like this.”  

I bit my lip, my thighs trembling as he picked up the pace, his fingers scissoring inside of me, pushing me further into bliss. My hands gripped his tattooed forearm, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built, hot and heavy in my core.  

“Jey—” I whimpered, my voice barely above a breath.  

His smirk deepened, his grip tightening just enough to keep me exactly where he wanted me. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my ear as he rasped, “Nah, don’t get shy on me now. Let me hear you.”  

And with that, he curled his fingers just right, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me that had me gasping his name—exactly how he wanted.

I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I had gone completely feral, desperate for this man—this WWE superstar I’d been fantasizing about for years. Every ounce of self-control had disappeared the second he put his hands on me.  

My fingers trembled as they reached between us, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Jey watched me with hooded eyes, his smirk dripping with amusement and lust. “Go ‘head, baby,” he murmured, his voice like gravel, deep and full of heat.  

As soon as I popped the button, he lifted me with ease, his strong hands gripping my waist like I weighed nothing. I barely had time to react before he kicked off his jeans, leaving only his boxers between us. The outline of him was thick, heavy, and straining against the fabric, making my mouth water.  

My breath hitched as I reached out, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband. The moment I tugged them down, his dick sprang free—tanned, thick, and topped with a soft pink hue that made my pussy throb with anticipation.  

Jey let out a low chuckle at my reaction, his fingers digging into my thighs. “That what you wanted, huh?” His tone was teasing, but the hunger in his eyes told me he was just as gone as I was.

But nothing could’ve prepared me for the way he stood up, effortlessly lifting me with my legs still wrapped around his waist. My breath hitched as his bare dick brushed against my soaked heat, the friction making me whimper.  

Jey let out a low groan, gripping me tighter. “You feel that?” he murmured, his voice thick with need, his lips ghosting over my jaw.  

I could only nod again, too caught up in the way he carried me through the bus like I weighed nothing, his hands possessive on my skin. He walked us toward the back room, pushing the door open with ease. The moment we stepped inside, my breath stuttered—this wasn’t just some cramped space.  

A king-sized bed sat in the center of the dimly lit room, draped in navy blue sheets that looked softer than sin. The walls were bathed in a cool blue glow, the only light coming from the dim LED strips along the ceiling. Plush white carpet covered the floor, and everything smelled faintly like his cologne—dark, musky, and intoxicating.  

Jey set me down right at the edge of the bed, his large hands gripping my waist firmly before spinning me around in one smooth motion. I didn’t even think—I just moved, my body acting on instinct. I stepped onto the bed, sinking into the softness as I placed one knee down, then the other, slowly crawling toward the center.  

The air was thick with anticipation, my skin buzzing under his heated gaze. I could hear the shift of fabric behind me, feel the weight of the bed dip as he climbed on behind me. My stomach flipped, my breath shallow as I waited—aching, desperate—for whatever came next.

“Arch that back for me, baby,” Jey’s voice was thick with heat, his hands gripping my waist like he owned me.

A shiver ran down my spine as I did what he said, pressing my chest into the mattress, my back curving just the way I knew he wanted. A deep, satisfied hum left his lips, followed by the sharp sting of his palm coming down against my skin. My breath hitched, the warmth of his touch following the burn, sending a delicious ache straight through me.

“Damn,” he murmured, his hands roaming, teasing. “That’s what I like… you listen real good, huh?”

I whimpered in response, my body on fire, anticipation curling low in my stomach. He made me feel wanted—desired in a way that was almost dizzying.

“Mhm, I wanna hear it all, baby.” His voice was rough, commanding, but there was something else laced in it, something deeper. “Show me why you came all this way.”

My lips parted, a gasp escaping me as I felt him, slow and deliberate, pushing me to the edge of my own self-control. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and when he moved, deep and steady, both of our breaths tangled in the thick, heated air.

“Jey…” his name slipped from my lips, breathy and desperate, my fingers gripping the sheets like they were my only anchor.

He let out a low groan, almost a whimper, his forehead resting against my shoulder. “Damn, you feel too good…”

As I knelt there, completely lost in the moment, he drove into me with an force that sent shivers down my spine. Each thrust was harder, deeper, more frantic, and I felt every inch of him as he filled me completely. “Oh my God, yes, papi!” I cried out, a mix of pleasure and urgency spilling from my lips. My hair clung to my sweaty skin, caught in his strong grip as he pulled me closer, making each impact even more overwhelming.

My mouth fell open in pure ecstasy, drool slipping onto the sheets beneath us as the sensations took over. I couldn’t help but let the tears flow; they mixed with the pleasure coursing through me, and I felt as vulnerable as I was exposed, like a new soul becoming a slut. I had never experienced anything like this; it was as if he was tapping into something new within me, pushing every button until I felt an explosive wave of pleasure wash over me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he released his hold on my hair and pressed his hands firmly into my lower back, forcing my body to arch further, deeper. “JEY—PLEASE!” I moaned so loudly that I was almost embarrassed, but the need for more overwhelmed any sense of shame. “fuck, I’m not done with you yet, mama. This pussy too good to stop,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. And with that, the rhythm picked up once again, sending me spiraling into a realm of pleasure I never knew existed.

When he finally sat up and pulled out of me, I turned around and crawled on my knees. I positioned myself right over him, straddling his lap. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping it open with his teeth like some kind of wild animal—a move that was honestly kind of sexy. Sliding it on with quick, practiced motions, he laid back comfortably.

As I settled myself down on his waiting, needy dick, I hissed at the delicious sensation. His hands shot out and gripped my hips firmly, anchoring me in place. I couldn’t help but start bouncing up and down, feeling every inch of him fill me up. “God damn, mama!” he moaned, flashing that eye-catching smile with his grillz sparkling like they were catching the light just for me.

“Yesss, papi! Ouuu, fuck!” I moaned back, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy, my body glowing with the pleasure of the moment.

“Fuck, I’m about to bust inside that pussy,” he growled through gritted teeth, thrusting up at me like he was on a mission. Honestly, trying to fight for dominance with Jey Uso was a losing battle, but I wasn’t complaining one bit. The way he was fucking me straight up felt like I was the last woman on earth, and it was everything I needed. 

“Mmh, say my name again,” he demanded with a mischievous smirk, smacking my ass harder this time, sending shockwaves through my body that made my pussy clench around him like it was begging for more. “Pa-papiii!” I whimpered, practically begging for him. I could feel that familiar pressure building up, that sweet release creeping closer. It hit me like a freight train. I felt my orgasm rip through me as he buried himself deep, hitting that perfect spot, and then I could feel him release in the condom.

His hips jerked rhythmically beneath me, and as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of him lost in the moment. His eyes were fluttered shut, breathing heavy, and he was licking his lips like I was the feast. The sight alone sent a guttural moan escaping my lips. I felt so full, so satisfied, and then I collapsed onto him, rolling to the side, my whole body buzzing with post-orgasm bliss. 

I was absolutely exhausted, but in the best way possible. “You straight, ma?” he asked softly, his breath still uneven. I nodded, a tired smile creeping across my face.

Somewhere in the haze of exhaustion and bliss, my phone started buzzing, but I barely had the energy to care, much less pick it up. I groaned, burrowing deeper into the covers, letting the noise blend into the background.  

But then—silence.  

I peeked one eye open, confused. That’s when I saw Jey, standing at the foot of the bed, holding my phone up to his ear. Oh, hell.  

“Yo, Genesis, right?” His deep voice, smooth as ever, carried across the room as he pressed the speaker button.  

Immediately, my best friend’s voice exploded through the speaker.  

“Oh, HELL no. Who is this? And WHERE the hell is my bestie? I swear to God, if you did ANYTHING to her—”  

Jey, completely unfazed, cut her off effortlessly, his tone laced with amusement.  

“Jey. Jey Uso,” he introduced himself like it was supposed to mean something. “She wit’ me right now. And yeah, I did do somethin’ to her.” He glanced down at me, smirking like the menace he was. “Now she layin’ here all pillow princess and shit.”  

I shot up just enough to snatch at my phone, but he dodged me like this was a damn game. “Jey!” I whined, my voice still laced with sleep.  

Genesis went dead silent for a second. Then—  

“Oh my GOD??!!! Jey Uso?? Umm, okay, tell her to call me in the morning, mkay BYE.”  

And just like that, the line went dead.  

I blinked. “Did she just—?”  

Jey let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. “Yo best friend just fanned out and dipped.”  

I flopped back onto the pillows, groaning. “That girl is a damn clown.”  

Jey finally put my phone on the nightstand, then crawled back into bed beside me, his body radiating warmth. He reached over, pulling me closer like it was second nature.  

“Guess that means you’re stuck with me till morning, huh?” he murmured, lips brushing against my temple.  

I hummed, melting into his hold. “Mm, guess so.”  If Genesis had a meltdown over that call, she was in for a lot more tomorrow.

[multifariousqueer]

Can you write Miles 42 being like really super duper protective and like controls her, he doesn’t let her go out by herself and stuff like that and is like always watching her. They argue about his over protectiveness but he could care less

Ofc babes!!!

warnings: toxic behaivor, miles being annoying, angst, references to robbery and murder, strong language, INCREDIBLY TOXIC BEHAVIOR!!!!!!, brief mention of drinking, lmk if I missed one or two

A/n: Send more miles 42 reqs pls

730 days. Thats how long you were with this man. Thats how long it's been since you got leave the house alone. Miles was very overprotective since his dad died and he saw the world for what it was. Evil and it was filled with nothing but scum. Miles determined that this world wasn't good enough for you and you needed to be "protected" and kept away from this disgraceful universe. So, he took it upon himself to protect the only two things that mattered to him, you and his mom and he did a good job at it.

Miles would walk you to school, work, home and if you needed something, he would be the one to get it for you:

"Miles baby, I can get it myself; its right outside." you pleaded.

"Nah, Mami. I don't want you outside by yourself. People are fucked up and they will hurt you." He said stoically.

"But-" you started

"Cállate, Y/n. Before I make you” he said, stepping closer

You knew Miles well and you knew to stop pressing because he would just shut down and you hated when he shut down. Miles would just put his hand on his braids and kick something before giving you the same speech:

“Y/n you saw what they did to my father, do you want that to happen to you too? Because if I let you go out by yourself, you’re at risk for that to happen and if it does or if anything or anyone touches you, I will kill them; and that’s a promise, Mami. I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you and not bat an eye. Don’t fuck with me, y/n. Stay close. Let me protect you and we will be good. Aight?"

“okay.” you would say. Miles had a way of making you seem two inches tall in these situations.

You never left his side. For two years, he would watch your every move(he put small cameras in your home. You didn’t notice until three months ago); he would take you shopping but never posted about you just in case a villain would use try to use you as his weakness(because lets face it, you’re his weakness), he would kiss you and be sweet in private but he would act hard when anyone else was around.

It was a cold winter’s day when you decided you had had enough. Your friend y/f/n(your friends name) had invited you out to a party. You had never been to one because of Miles but you decided enough was enough and you were gonna go. So you slipped on a small dress, cute heels and a jacket that made your tits look nice and left:

“I’ll be home soon!” You told your parent

“Okay, y/n. Tell Miles I said hi” they exclaimed

“Okay!” You shouted back. They knew how overprotective Miles was but they knew he was a good person overall so they left it alone.

As you walked to hail a taxi, you felt your phone vibrate:

Miles: Wanna go out?

You: No it’s okay, imma just stay in for tonight

Miles: Nah fr. Let me take you out

You looked down and debated answering the text, but ultimately decided not to. You got in the taxi and went to the party when you saw a shadow dash across the roof.

You walked into the party and greeted your friend:

“GIRL OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD. WHERE’S MILES?” They shouted over the loud music

“He’s not here, it’s just me. Let’s go grab a drink!” You replied

“Oh Okay!!” Your friend said

As you were walking over, you could’ve sworn you saw a man that looked exactly like your boyfriend but he vanished when a man walked past. You brushed it off and grabbed a cup of jungle juice and went to dance. You grinded against your friend who caught it during the beat drop. You were having the time of your life until you checked your phone:

Miles: I know where you are, y/n. Come home or I’m coming there.

Miles: I should’ve known you’d lie to me. You’ve been acting real shady lately, wanting to go out and shit. Just wait till you get home, we’re gonna address this shit immediately.

Miles: I see you

Miles: Stop ignoring me, y/n. You know you fucked up

Miles: Imagine wearing the chrome heart necklace I got you while dancing like a slut on your friend

Your stomach dropped as you surveyed your surroundings, looking for a sign of him. When you couldn’t see him, you hailed a taxi and went home.

You fidgeted and fiddled the whole way home. The driver looked in his rear view mirror at you:

“You good, Mami?"

The name sent shivers up your spine as it was your boyfriends name for you.

“Oh! I’m fine, just cold haha” you laughed it off

The driver turned on the heat and sooner or later you were home.

You approached your doorstep and went to your room. Your parent was asleep and you walked in your room, thinking his threat was empty, until you went to shower and saw him behind the door:

“MILES” you screamed both in shock and horror

“Y/n.” he said, closing the door, encapsulating you both in the small room together

“I’m so sorry-“ you started

“you should be. What did I tell you, y/n? I do all of this shit for your safety but you continue to fight me and pull these stunts” Miles lectured as he closed in on you. Your height difference becoming more and more apparent

“Stunts? Fight? Miles I have been nothing but obedient to you which I shouldn’t even have to do if you treated me like a person instead of an object. That’s all I am to you isn’t it? An object. A doll. Just something you don’t want other people to have or see?” you argued

But your pleas and your confessions meant nothing to the man. He simply looked at you and said:

“yeah, actually.”

“what?” you said

“You are an object to me, you’re something I have to protect otherwise the world will take you from me like they did him.” Miles said, as stoic as ever

“STOP USING YOUR DAD AS LEVERAGE IN THIS, MILES. THIS ISN’T ABOUT HIM, ITS ABOUT YOU AND ME AND IF YOURE JUST GONNA KEEP TREATING ME THIS WAY, I’LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE.” You shouted, exasperated and on the verge of tears.

“do it, y/n. I dare you to find someone who will care for you and spoil you as much as I do.” Miles said, briefly breaking his nonchalant nature

“Fine I will!” you said reaching for the doorknob.

You left and put on clothes as you made him leave.

“You’ll be back.” Miles said, nonchalantly

“Fuck you, Miles Morales.” you said

It had been a week and you were sulking and debating getting back with the man when your family and friends told you were doing the right thing:

“I’m glad you left him, y/n. I heard he’s the prowler.” Your parent said

“Yeah I’m glad I left too.” you mumbled

As you were enjoying your fifth night of freedom, you saw a woman get mugged on the street:

“GIVE ME YOUR PURSE NOW LADY” The masked man shouted

The woman did as told and the man escaped but not before looking at you and running in your direction. With Miles, that man would’ve never even had the though to look at you.

You ran as fast as you could until you lost him in an alley behind your apartment. You decided you missed him too much and he was right so you pulled out your phone:

You: Miles you were right. I’m so sorry

Miles: typing...

Miles: its okay, I knew you’d find out soon enough; so what happened, Mami?

You: Some mugger saw me and charged at me and he had a knife

Miles: What did he look like

You: Beanie, knife, blue shirt and black pants

seen

You went home and went to sleep. The next morning you heard the news blaring in the house, along with the smell of bacon wafting through the house

“What happened?” you asked

“some mugger got killed.” your parent said

You had a stinging sensation in your gut and prayed that it wasn’t what it looked like when you heard the woman on the TV:

“It seemed like there were claw marks In his chest and he had been blasted with a ray gun."

Oh God...

You went to text Miles when you saw his text:

“You don’t gotta worry about that guy anymore, Mami. I’ll be at your house at 10.”

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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Noelle was a do-er. She’s been that way her whole life. She learned from an early age that she could only count on herself to get shit done. She thought that was a good quality to have but her boyfriend Josh did not. Now, don’t get him wrong he absolutely loved Noelle but her ‘i can do it myself’ attitude made him feel not needed. 

It was a Saturday afternoon and Noelle had run to the store to get some groceries to make dinner. He paused his game and smiled when he heard the door to their shared apartment open but Josh’s smile dropped from his face as he watched his girlfriend struggle to open the front door and hold onto the grocery bags. He sighed as he stood up from the couch to help her. 

“Why you ain't call me Noelle? I would’ve came down and helped you.” He said taking the bags out of her hands and walking into the kitchen to place them on the counter. His frown deepened when she flagged him off. 

“I had it Josh.” She said as she started to put the groceries away. He sucked his teeth, as he watched her try to reach up and put something away on the top shelf. He waited for her to ask for his help and when she didn’t he gently picked her up and moved her aside before putting the cans on the top shelf. “Thank you.” 

“You know I can help you with stuff right? You don’t have to do everything yourself.” Noelle stopped putting groceries away and turned to face him. 

“I’m sorry. You know I just like to do everything myself.” 

“Aight, but I'm here now. You ain’t gotta do everything ya self. It’s okay to sit ya’ ass down sometimes.” Noelle furrowed her eyebrows at the tone of his voice. He actually sounded mad at her. 

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” 

“No, I'm not mad Noelle..” He sighed “Just, let me help you.” She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it upsets you.” 

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged, trailing off. “I just don’t want to feel useless. You know?” 

Noelle frowned and lifted her head off his cheat to look him in his eyes. “What? You're not useless Josh.” 

“I’m not?” He scoffed. “You damn near do everything without ever asking for help.” She opened her mouth to reply but he cut her off. “You changed a flat tire the other day. In the rain. You coulda called me, that’s what I’m here for.” Now Noelle felt bad, she wasn’t use to being treated this way, by any of her boyfriends, they all were pretty happy that she did everything and never asked them for help. 

When she didn’t reply Josh cupped her cheek in his. “Let me take care of you, Noelle.” He muttered leaning down, capturing her lips in a sweet, soft kiss. “It’s what I'm here for.” Noelle sighed and melted into the kiss. When he pulled away she nodded. 

“Okay,” She whispered,  “I can let you take care of me.” 

“Good.” Josh said, smiling wide. “Gotta take care of my princess right?” 

ehh... i'm sorry it's so short. This is my first time writing what someone else wants lol so I hope I didn't disappoint. Hopefully I can get better with more request ❤️

[punksyeet]

- Tag Team ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) is assigned her first ever mixed tag team match, and it just so happens to be with Jey Uso.

Warning: Mature language & hefty flirting!

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm and immediately stop it.

Letting out a out a loud yawn, I throw my arms above my head and stretch.

Today, I have my first ever mixed tag team match with my best friend Josh aka Jey Uso.

Well, I guess he’s more like an unofficial boyfriend.

We’ve kissed numerous times and flirt any chance we get, but he’s never officially asked me out.

So I guess it’s more of a friends with benefits type thing? Anyway.

I get out of bed and open my blinds to try and wake myself up.

“Oh hell no,” I mumble, immediately shutting them again after being damn near blinded by the sun.

I do one final stretch before heading downstairs to my kitchen.

After lots of pondering and looking in the cabinets to find boring cereal, I decide to cook.

As I'm cracking an egg, my phone rings.

I look at the screen and see that Josh is FaceTiming me.

I answer and lean my phone on my toaster.

As soon as we connect, I immediately notice his sexy tattoo-covered chest and arm, which is resting on the back of his fluffy bed head.

G: "Hi love, good morning."

J: "Morning ma, how'd you sleep?”

G: "Pretty good, you?"

J: "Aight."

G: "Just alright?"

J: "Yeah. Unfortunately, there was no pretty lady in my bed to keep my company."

I playfully roll my eyes and decide to play along.

G: "And which pretty lady might that be? Should I know her?"

J: "Take a wild guess."

I smirk and turn my back towards the camera to put the carton of eggs back in my fridge.

He sucks his teeth.

J: "Damn ma, quit teasing me witcho lil fine ass!"

For context, I wore booty shorts and a hoodie to bed last night.

Wink wink!

G: "Me? Teasing you? Neeeever!"

I pretend to fix the waistband of my shorts and pull them up a little higher, bouncing my ass at the same time.

J: "Maaaan!"

He rolls his eyes back and lays the phone down.

I giggle, turn back around, and pop a piece of pineapple into my mouth.

G: "Why don't you come over? I'm making breakfast."

J: "You sure ma? I don't wanna be a bother."

G: "Boy I obviously don't mind if I'm inviting you!"

He sucks his teeth again.

J: "Aight, I'll be there in like an hour."

G: "Sounds good love, I'll see you then."

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About an hour later, a black Navigator pulls up in front of my house and my doorbell rings.

"Come in!" I call, cracking two more eggs for Josh's omelette.

"What's good m-damn it smells good in here!" he exclaims, walking in and shutting the door behind him.

I smile, continuing to cook.

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

The smell of his cologne lingers as he leans down to kiss my neck.

I set the spatula down and turn tp face him.

"Hi love," I coo, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What's good beautiful?" he replies, and slides his hands onto my waist.

We share a sweet kiss.

As we pull apart, I gently tug at his bottom lip and suck on it.

He sucks his teeth once I let go. "Damn girl! All this teasing so early in the morning?"

"Since when has the time of day ever stopped me?" I ask, running my fingers through his curly mullet.

He thinks for a moment. "Shii you right."

I smile, scanning his body up and down.

He's wearing a black crewneck and sweatpants set, along with his Panda Dunks and silver link chain.

"I love this chain on you," I exclaim, playing with it.

He smirks and caresses my ass. "You love when it's dangling in your face too, huh?"

I narrow my eyes at him and turn back around to the stove. "And yet you question me for teasing you!"

He chuckles and digs his head in my neck, giving me soft kisses.

I take his omelette off the pan and plate it up with some bacon and buttered toast, as well as some fresh fruit on the side.

"Mmm thank you ma," he says, taking the plates and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I smile and plate up mine as well.

He lifts me on the counter, stands between my legs, and we feed each other, with some occasional kisses.

Soon enough, we finish eating and I head upstairs to get ready while he does the dishes.

I pick out a graphic tee, some jeans, my Panda Dunks to match Josh, and some jewelry.

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After about an hour of driving, we finally make it to the arena and head in together so the media team can get their content.

He walks me to my dressing room and wraps me into a hug. "Aight ma, I'll see you in a bit."

I nod smiling and hug back.

He sneaks a kiss onto my neck, slaps my ass, and walks away.

I stand there against my door, watching him dreamily for a second.

"Gi? You okay?" I hear a familiar voice ask next to me.

I turn and see one of my best friends, Trinity standing there.

"Oh! Hey Trin! Y-yeah I'm good!" I reply, as we share a tight hug.

Once we let go, she folds her arms. "You sure? It looked like you kinda dozed off for a second."

I nod smiling. "I'm all good, I promise!"

She sighs, smiling back. "Alright girl. Good luck tonight!"

"You too mama!" I reply.

We share one last hug and she walks off.

I quickly head into my dressing room, before anyone else catches me staring at Josh's dreamy self.

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After a little while, I change into my gear.

As I'm braiding my hair, I get a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I call, with a hair elastic in between my teeth.

I watch through the mirror as Josh walks in, looking as good as ever.

He's wearing black and blue YEET gear, matching arm sleeves, YEET glasses, and his signature white Air Forces.

“Hiii,” I coo flirtatiously, tying the end of my second braid and getting up.

He scans my body up and down. “Damn ma! You look gooood! Gimme a lil twirl!”

He takes my hand and lifts it, as I spin, making sure to take a second once my ass is facing him.

He pulls me against him and wraps me in his arms. “Girl you boutta make me act UP!”

I giggle and reach up to cup his face, pressing my lips to his.

He automatically kisses back and, after about a minute later, I pull away. “This can wait until after our match, yeah?”

He groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Suddenly there’s a knock on my door.

“You and Jey are on in five minutes, Gianna!” a member of creative calls, before walking away.

I make sure I’m all ready in the mirror, and soon enough, we head out to the gorilla.

Samantha Irvin introduces Josh and I, then our opponents AJ Styles and Charlotte Flair.

The match ended up lasting 23 minutes and Jey pinned AJ to get us the win! <3

“Here are your winners!” Samantha cheers from ringside. “Gianna Nicole and Main Event Jey Uso!”

The crowd goes wild as the referee holds up each of our arms and we share a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of us ma,” Josh whispers.

I smile, trying to catch my breath. “Me too, baby.”

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Josh and I got back to my place about an hour ago.

We just finished the most relaxing, steaming hot shower. It felt incredible - especially after the match.

“What a day,” I say breathlessly, plopping down onto my bed.

He chuckles and lays between my legs. “You said it, ma.”

“You wanna stay the night?” I ask, playing with his hair.

He looks up at me. “You sure? I don’t mind driving back to my hotel.”

I smile, cup his face, and place a kiss on his lower lip. “You said it yourself, baby. You don’t sleep well without a pretty lady to keep you company.”

He smirks and turns over to face me, throwing the covers over us. “Fuck, I love you.”

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[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2633

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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9.

JONATHAN It was ten in the morning. The sun was beaming through the hospital curtains, and I could hear the birds chirping. I fluttered my eyes open, squinting them a bit before rubbing away the crust in my eyes.

I managed to get my vision back, seeing that Yasmine was up eating breakfast as her eyes darted towards me.

"Good morning, Jon. I see that yo' ass had a good ass sleep with allat snoring you did last night," Yasmine said.

"My bad, a man was tired after all, but how are you feeling, Yasmine?" I replied as I saw her put her spoon down.

"If I'm being brutally honest with you, Jon, ion' really feel great; you know, it just sucks that I have to go through this," I had never seen her so sad and depressed about stuff like this. I know she loves my brother dearly but he just doesn't know what he wants or who to be exact.

I nodded my head, listening to her attentively. She was venting so much to me that I couldn't even focus on who was coming in the door. That's when I saw Montez and Bianca coming, hugging her, and seeing worried written on both of their faces.

"Thank God you're okay," Montez said giving his sister a kiss on the forehead.

"Y-yeah, I'm glad too," She said, almost hesitant.

Montez came towards my way, dabbing me up while hugging me in the process, "Thanks, bro, when I catch Jey, it's over with," I wasn't surprised that Montez knew what his best friend was doing to his little sister.

"I tried to warn his ass last night, but he was being stubborn about it," I said while getting up from the chair.

"But, imma head out since y'all are here just text me any updates on her condition aight?" Montez nodded his head, dabbing me up one more time before I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

✧˚° YASMINE I knew my brother was pissed off at Jey but couldn't pin all of the blame on him when it was honestly Carmelo's fault for doing what he had done to me.

"When I see his ass, it's on sight like what does Liv Morgan have that you don't?" Montez said as I shrugged my shoulders, not having an answer.

I didn't really want to talk about Jey and Liv anymore because the more he talked about them, the more I started to disassociate myself from the topic.

Until Bianca changed the subject, seeing me not engaging in the conversation, "You know you're going to relinquish the title right until you're are healed up from your injuries," I sighed and nodded my head, knowing that my dreams were going to come down, after this.

"Yeah, I know, which sucks, but I guess she's going to have to take it back and then brag about it in my face," I commented.

"Hey, she's a fucking whore and a loser for thinking that she's better than you. When she's not, you will get your title back, Minks," She reassured me, which made me smile a bit.

"But first you have to heal yourself from everything that Carmelo has done to you and then with Jey...I know you might seen him as your peacemaker but not anymore," It hurt deeply knowing that I'm going to ignore him but it's the best way for myself.

Before I could speak we heard the door banging as Montez went to go open the door hearing some rambling noise from the outside the door.

"Nah, nigga you broken my trust Uce how could you do that to my little sister dawg,"

"It's not even like that...Montez I swear you know how much I love Yasmine,"

"Yeah, aight whatever dawg you're only fucking my little sister not loving her when she's been through enough especially with that Nigga Melo so you should go home,"

"Just let me see her for a second, then I'll go please,"

I knew that Jey wanted to see me, but I wasn't so sure if I wanted to see him. After all, he has Liv to be worried about and not me since we aren't even a thing, just best friends with benefits, nothing more.

I saw him and Montez coming into the room together, and Jey stood there in the middle. Meanwhile, Bianca popped him upside the head, causing him to hiss while giving her a stern expression.

"I can't believe you did this to her when she's been through enough, Jey, but I can't blame you only partially," Bianca said as she folded her arms.

"Can you guys give us a moment alone—" Before I could say anything, Montez spoke up.

"Nah, I wanna hear what he has to say in front of me and Bianca," He said as I rolled my eyes at him, looking at Bianca for some help.

She understood, looking at her husband and signaling him with her head for them to go outside so that Jey and I could speak to each other. He wanted to protest, but Bianca threw her hand up, making him flinch while grabbing his ear and dragging him outside.

"If anything happens, just let us know, okay?" Bianca said as I nodded my head.

I turned my head toward the view outside, admiring the tall buildings and the sky as I heard Jey sitting down on the couch.

I could feel him staring down at me deeply, but I could not say anything right now. "Can you talk to me, please? Minks," he was now begging me to talk to him when I didn't have anything to say.

"What is there to talk about, Josh? You made your choice; you don't want me, and I completely understand. Honestly, I'm not the type of girl you want who's all broken up, you know," I stated while folding my arms over my chest.

"Minks that's not true and you know that...I want you and only you," Jey said.

I scoffed at his statement knowing damn well that he didn't want me I mean I'm a broken spirit with commitment issues and trust issues due to what happened to me.

That's why I need to be alone for a while until I'm healed because if me and him continue this way, I'm going to end up killing myself, honestly.

"Look, I'm going to get straight to the point with you. We can't be doing this anymore, Josh. I have to heal and be alone before I end up doing something very compulsive." I could see his facial expressions change.

"W-what you mean?"

"I'm saying if we keep doing this, I might end up killing myself without a second thought," I said, making eye contact with him.

I could see that he regretted his actions and what he had done, but it's too late now. "I love you, Josh, I really do, but I just can't be doing this back-and-forth shit with you," He nodded his head while running his hands against his beard, feeling distraught.

He got up from the couch and walked towards me. I felt scared, not knowing what he was going to do, until he grabbed me by the chin and placed his soft lips upon mine.

This kiss seemed a bit different from what we normally do when we're together. We made out for a few minutes before he could pull away, gazing into my eyes.

"A'ight then...Yasmine, I'll see you whenever..." Jey said as he walked away from me, heading towards the door.

He looked back at me one more time before exiting my room. That's when Montez and Bianca came back in, seeing my face as flushed.

"Girl, what happened?" She questioned me.

"I-I don't know..."

✧˚° I was discharged from the hospital, and Montez, along with Bianca, decided to take me home since my car was wrecked from the accident. I placed my finger over my lips, reminiscing about the kiss we had shared earlier. It felt so different, but I couldn't pinpoint why it stirred such feelings in me. As we finally arrived home, I brushed the thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them any longer.

As I got out of the car, I was limping slightly, and Montez supported me as we walked toward the front door. Bianca unlocked it with her key, and we finally entered the house.

I assured Montez that I could go upstairs on my own. I carefully made my way up the steps, trying not to hurt myself. When I finally reached my bedroom, I shut the door behind me.

I plopped onto my soft bed, letting out a deep sigh as I placed my hands on my stomach and looked up at the popcorn ceiling.

I'm drowning in thoughts, hoping I'm making the right choice with Jey. I love him so much that I want him to stay, but I had to choose what was best for me, and this was the only option.

He and Liv can finally be happy knowing that I'm out of the picture, especially since I have to relinquish my title just for her to wave it in my face later on.

My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone when I grabbed it out of my purse and saw that Trinity was calling me.

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey, babygirl! Just checking in on you I heard you got discharged today. Minnie🧃: yeah, I'm okay Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: you sure? You don't sound like it did something happen? Minnie🧃: you can say something like that... Trin🤭🫶🏽: what happened? 🤨 Minnie🧃: well I called things off between Me and Jey but the crazy thing is, is that we made out before he left... Trin🤭🫶🏽: YASMINE! Minnie🧃: whaaat??? he doesn't want me Trin what's the problem? Jey made his choice to be with Liv Trin🤭🫶🏽: honey you were supposed to push him away when he did that why didn't you? Minnie🧃: I don't know it felt different this time honestly, enough of that is him and Jon good? Trin🤭🫶🏽: not necessarily...but they're trying to keep cool Minnie🧃: oh well they will figure it out but I'm going to go so I can rest that damn hospital bed was so uncomfortable Trin🤭🫶🏽: kk get some rest okay?

CALLED ENDED.

I placed my phone next to me on the bed and went back to looking up at the ceiling, being in my thoughts yet again, hearing a knock on my door.

I saw Bianca coming in and shutting the door behind her as she sat down next to me in bed.

"Girl, what happened with you and Jey?" Bianca questioned me.

I knew that she was going to ask me what happened between me and him when I didn't really want to talk about it because I didn't know myself.

"I told you I don't know...B," I said, trying to avoid the conversation. She gave me a stern expression as I sighed.

"We made out...after I told him I wanted to end things between us with the whole best friend with benefits thing, this time it felt differently than before,"

She covered her face with her hand. "Yasmine, are you really crazy about this man?" she asked. I would be lying if I said I wasn't crazy for him, but I had to do what was right.

"I'm not B. I promise. I want to move on from this and focus on my career. I hope he and Liv do well together."

"Well, I understand, but don't break your promise, and remember to protect your heart." I nodded as she got up from my bed and headed towards the door, shutting it.

I sighed softly, praying that I wouldn't break my promise to myself because of his effect on me. I felt like if he had texted me, I would probably have texted him.

As soon as I said that, I felt my phone buzz. When I picked it up, I knew that it was him. He sent a message with an attachment, which made me nervous.

When I opened the message, my eyes went wide seeing his eight-inch pretty dick on my screen.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua🤍: I miss you mamas Joshua🤍: lemme' come get you

I was hesitant about it because I would be breaking my promise to myself, but I had to do something.

Yasmine🩵: Josh we can't and I can't Joshua🤍: c'mon it'll be one time and that's it you won't see me anymore I just wanna see your pretty ass face again Yasmine🩵: that's what you have Liv for Josh I'm not some type of rebound just because Liv isn't available for you. Joshua🤍: don't be like that Minks Yasmine🩵: this is how I truly feel Josh, I feel like a rebound for you that's all I'm ever going to be nothing more. Joshua🤍: mamas Yasmine🩵: look I gotta go Josh I got things to do Joshua🤍: please mama don't shut me out I'm sorry Yasmine🩵: I'm not shutting you out Josh I just need time to heal from all of this and if you're really sorry then you need to prove that to me honestly.

I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down, hoping that he wouldn't show up to convince me.

I got up from my bed and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of clothes before heading into the shower. After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body, and as I walked out of the bathroom, the cool breeze hit me.

I sat down on my bed and grabbed my phone. Noticing several missed calls from Jey, I decided to ignore them and turned my phone over.

As I did that, I began applying lotion to my skin, making sure I wasn't ashy. While I was in the middle of this, I felt my phone vibrating. When I picked it up, I saw that Jey was calling me again.

'Why is he calling me for when I already needed to say what I needed to say?'

I decided to ignore his call and put the lotion on my dresser before putting on my pajamas for tonight since it was going to be cold.

'He's calling me again bro.'

I'm being bombarded with calls and messages from him repeatedly. I lie down in my bed, get under my blankets, and start scrolling through my social media. That's when I check my notifications and see his messages and calls. I can't help but roll my eyes.

I know that ending things between us probably hurt him, but it hurt me even more. He only sees me as a rebound whenever Liv isn't giving him what he wants. He comes to me, knowing I'll always be there to give him something.

"You have one voice message from Joshua🤍"

I clicked on the message to see what he had to say before going to bed because I didn't have time for this.

Joshua🤍: Mama, please baby, I don't see you as that. You know how much I love you fr fr lemme' prove that to you please.

Turning off my phone and placing it on the charger, I realized I was entering another toxic cycle, this time with a different person than Melo.

I often struggle with situations like this, but I realized that I must prioritize my own healing and growth. I need to become a better version of myself. If he wants another chance, he will have to prove that he deserves it.

I just decided to send him a message back before heading to bed.

Yasmine🩵: Give me time, Josh. I need it. Then we will see from there, but for now, I need to heal.

I sent the message by turning off my phone, getting comfortable in my blankets, closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

Something Bout' Us.

A/n: I honestly hope Yasmine heals and comes back from all of this trauma that she is dealing with at the moment, and I hope Jey gets it together.

JIMMY DID HIS BIG ONE TONIGHT. ALSO, I CANT STAND CM PUNK AND JEY LIKE THEY'RE ARE SO FUNNY, BRO, BIG BACK ASSES, LOL. THEN JIMMY DONE BROKE HIS TOE LIKE LAWD.

But I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NAOMI 🩷🫶🏽

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track B01

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: ep[1] flowers for?

Characters: Toi, Ryui

Summary: Toi and Ryui are making a bouquet for some reason.

Thank you myun @/myuntachis, Niri @/Niri_riri and Dimi @/taatsums for helping me with proofing!

Location: Flower Laundry

Toi: Hmm…

Ryui: …Picked your flowers yet? If you can’t decide, I’ll choose them for you, so don’t hesitate to ask.

Toi: Thank you, Ani-sama. But I’m sure it’s best if I pick something by myself, right…? 

Ryui: …Right. I’m sure that’s what he’d prefer too.

Toi: Did you already decide what you’re going with?

Ryui: Yeah. We’ll practice making the bouquet when you’re ready.

Toi: Got it, I should hurry and make up my mind.

Ryui: Don’t worry, take your time. 

Toi: Okay… 

Toi: Ani-sama, don’t leave me behind, okay?

Ryui: Don’t be silly. Of course I’ll never leave you behind. 

Toi: …Okay. 

Ryui: …… 

Toi: …… 

Ryui: Toi.

Toi: Yes?

*Ryui hugs Toi*

Toi: Wah… What’s wrong, Ani-sama…?

Ryui: You looked like you wanted a hug… Am I wrong?

Toi: …Hehe.

Toi: No, you’re right. You always know exactly what I want. 

Ryui: Of course I do. We’re two halves of the same whole, after all. 

Toi: Ah…! 

Ryui: Mm? 

Toi: I think… I’ll pick this flower. It caught my eye just now. 

Ryui: It’s very you. I’m sure he’d be happy with it. 

Toi: Yes… It’d be great if it cheers him up, even just a little. 

Ryui: Aight. Let’s try our hand at making a bouquet for when the time comes.

Toi: Ani-sama, do you have scissors?

Ryui: How about I cut it for you? I’m worried you’ll hurt yourself.

Toi: I can do that much! …See!

*snipping sounds*

Ryui: Yep, a natural at handling scissors too.

Toi: Ehehe.

Toi: …… 

Ryui: …… 

Ryui: Hey, Toi… Remember the scissors we got back when we started elementary school? The yellow-green ones. 

Toi: I do! That takes me back… Even though we’d bought them separately, we ended up getting the exact same ones. 

Ryui: Right, right. 

Toi: The teacher put stickers with our names on them so we wouldn’t get confused over which one belonged to whom… 

Ryui: And then you ripped it off, saying we didn’t need it. 

Toi: You did too! At the same time, even.

Ryui: That I did… 

Toi: We’ve always been together, picking the same things, living through the same time… 

Toi: Whenever I got hurt, you’d also have an injury in the same place. When I thought about calling you, you’d call me right then instead. We’ve always matched. 

Ryui: And when we got in the bath, not even our old man could tell us apart. 

Toi: They always relied on the color of our clothes to figure out who’s who. So we’d prank them by swapping places often. 

Ryui: …Right. 

Toi: (We’ve always matched, ever since the moment we were born. Before I met Aa-chama, even the color of our hair was the same.) 

Toi: I’m so glad we’re twins. 

Ryui: Same. Can’t even imagine what being born alone must be like. 

Toi: …… 

Ryui: Here, you want me to hold this down so you can tie the ribbon, right? 

Toi: Yes, thank you. 

Toi: Hmm, I can’t get it right… It keeps coming apart… 

Ryui: Try tying it a little tighter? 

Toi: Okay, I’ll try that now… 

Ryui: …… 

Toi: …… 

Toi: (Ani-sama… If I could live a long life, unlike Dad, do you think we’d match even when we’re old grandpas?) 

Toi: (I wonder if that’s something you’d also wish for.) 

Toi: (I want to keep matching with you forever.) 

Ryui: Hm? Did you say something? 

Toi: Nope! It’s nothing. 

Ryui: Now I’m curious. Tell me. 

Toi: It’s okay, I’m not thinking about it anymore. 

Ryui: …… 

Ryui: (It’s been a couple weeks since we came back from Hakodate.) 

Ryui: (We were working on prep for the First Tour and whatnot when that guy just up and vanished… A lot of stuff has happened since then.)

Ryui: (Toi must’ve been feeling uneasy, wondering if I’ll leave him all alone back with the Shiramitsu family.)

Ryui: (There’s no way I’d let that happen. We’ll always be together, as long as he wishes for it.)

Toi: Oh, I think I’m getting better at tying the ribbon…!

Ryui: I’ll hold down the knot, so tie it one more time.

Toi: Mm… Like this… 

Ryui: …I think that’s the wrong kinda knot. 

Toi: Oh no, you’re right! Gotta redo it… wait, huh…? 

Toi: I keep getting it wrong… 

Ryui: It’s all the ribbon’s fault. Let me at it, I’ll wrangle it into submission. 

Ryui: …There, that’ll do it. 

Toi: As expected of Ani-sama… What a pretty butterfly knot! 

Ryui: I‘m pretty good, right? I think I do a better job than a certain florist. 

Toi: Ehehe, yay! 

Ryui: Guess I’ll tie this one off too. 

Toi: Using dry flowers in your bouquet really shows off your great taste, I think it looks wonderful.

Ryui: This one’s just for practice, but when I get better at it, I’ll give you one too. A much better one. 

Toi: Really? I’d love that! Should I keep it in my room, or use it to decorate the shop… 

Ryui: …Looks like you’re feeling a little better. I’m glad. 

Toi: Yep! Thank you as always, Ani-sama… Let’s make the best bouquet ever for the real deal.

Toi: So that we can express how truly sorry we are to him… 

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[cuttlefishcommie]

Aight, time to get political here, let's talk about cyclops.

One of the best members of the X-Men, Scott Summers grew up with the team into a classic leader. Often presented as a stuck up boy scout by people who are bad writers, Scott is secretly just great.

I deeply relate to him having been relatively academically successful, leading to often being pigeonholed into this sort of goody two shoes persona. But like cyclops, I fancy myself a sort of a revolutionary.

Cyclops goes further for mutant rights than any other X-Man, excluding Magento (but that's not so bad bearing in mind all the early stuff with Eric's genocidal streak). And for this he presents a truly relatable and fascinating contradiction. An ideological bad boy with the personality of a boy scout, and aesthetic choices that roughly align with what other X-Men think of him (red with the X hat is his best outfit).

Brief aside: Scott is often headcannoned as autistic, there is textual evidence for this, and it is great from a character writing standpoint.

I am tired of the resets, and I am happy with how the new run is positioning him again. Yes, I want Scemma back, yes Jean should've stayed dead and yes I want the Bachalo(?) suit back. But more than anything, I want to see an angry revolutionary Scott, who is tired of Xavier's dream.

Cyclops was right!

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

rewatched most of True Detective season 1, episode 1 last night. minor thoughts, not in order, mostly for me to refer back to when I need it. memory of a memory and if I forgot it in like 20 hours, maybe it's not important anyway.

Marty really does go: me? oh normal regular dude. with a huge dick.

Marty, you've JUST met these guys. must they know about your dick.

Oh, Rust is so sad and wet. You know he's sad and wet. You remember that he's sad and wet. And then he's on screen and he's so much wetter and sadder than you remember.

Rust is not even waiting for a red light to pound his fuckin robitussin. my guy, you already specifically experience hallucinations. YOU ARE DRIVING. put down the DXM.

Rust is so funny, actually, in general. "Oh, I wouldn't bust anybody for hooking. OR DRUGS." [sends other girl away to buy drinks] SO. pills? you got pills? you got downers? pills?? <- first half is a quote and the rest is paraphrased but for real. man's here like. so. PILLS? yeah I'm workin. yeah there's a girl missing. medium breasts, natural. now about those pills--

Like, I remembered Rust as mostly functionally sober until the Crash episode, minus his Sophia grief drink binge, and that's just. That's so inaccurate of me. He's hot for it the instant we get him away from Marty.

Marty is actually initially pretty nice at the dinner, nice about Rust showing up while fucking trashed. He bitches Rust out for like a sentence and then reassesses. The cup of coffee, a little physical touching for anchoring, we'll try this again another time, etc.

And Rust is actually quite forthcoming here also--he outright apologizes.

Or, no. Rather:

It's Rust's being forthcoming that prompts Marty to turn nicer. Rust admitting that he doesn't drink because he's had trouble with it before. Explaining meeting a CI, being at the bar, "couldn't think of a good reason not to."

Which is a good example of how they work--they dance--they adjust to each other.

I always remember Rust as less communicative than he actually is. Because in large stretches, he isn't communicative even when he's talkative. But he's actually very forthright, when he chooses. Like, oddly forthright--no wonder Marty backs down immediately. How can you kick that sad wet man while he's down and apologizing to you?

thought for later--ways he is prideful vs the ways he is very much not.

I want to know more about the dead cats in universe, actually. are they black cats? are they being harvested for their bones. first inaccurate santeria mention here. I'm gonna count them all so I can bitch.

not devil traps, devil nets. i mean, nonsense either way. NOT SANTERIA. nor is Santeria incompatible with identifying as a good Christian--up until recently, any Santero you talked to would, in fact, identify as a good Christian and they'd mean it.

Rust never says "alright" or "all right." Rust strictly says aight. Those Ls are getting dropped, baby. I'm usually pretty good about this--was I paying too much attention to the captions? Either way. Not sure I'll go back and fix it, fic wise, but it's something to consider for future dialogue.

UNSURE if they drop their gs as often as I think they do. It took me ten years to learn to understand Southern and if I watch this show for too long, I forget that these dudes even have accents. It's like how if you put me in the panhandle for a week I start droppin' my gs and I can't even hear myself doing it. Not that I consistently pronounce my gs in any case, but usually I know if I'm doing it because it's one of those code switch-y things. can you take elocution lessons as an adult. askin for a friend.

People tend to discuss how Rust is playing Gilbough and Papania, but Marty is ABSOLUTELY performing a bit the whole time so far.

Speaking of Gilbough and Papania: Papania wants Rust to be the killer sooo bad. He's ready to fight Rust in the parking lot as is, no further questions asked.

Gilbough has such a nice smile, actually.

Rust's ties are so shittily tied. I know this is on purpose, it is a Look for the audience, it is a Characterization Choice, the way this man is undone, ramshackle except where he isn't, but I dated a lawyer for a long time so the loose tie is just. On one hand, it's a leash. Good. On the other hand, it's wrong and I know my fingers could fix it.

He does do it up nice for the press conference, however. He knows how. He just chooses not to.

Thinking about the dinner again. I like how lying comes so easily to Marty. He's clearly just so used to it. 

do we actually ever find out who burned the fuckin field in the very first opening shot. is that addressed? ever?

[mysecretattic0]

fontaine x bimbo!reader

“you know why i’m here.”

“you ‘member what i told you don’t you.” he asked. “yes isaac. i remember.” i rolled my eyes, popping my gum. i held my hand out expectantly. he looked at me confused. “you know what i want, niggah.” i rolled my neck, flicking my fingers. “you want me to do dis’ you gots to pay me.” i told him singing the last part.

he scoffed. i smirked when he dug in his pocket. he pulled out two rolls of money. he gave me a stone faced look. he hesitantly placed the money in my hand aggressively.

i pursed my lips putting the money in my purse. “thank you, honey.” i said in a stereotypical country accent. “get it done.” he told me. “ouu i like being demanded.” i grinned, tilting my head down slightly. i kissed his cheek and carefully sped walked out of his safe house.

i was put on a mission to get close to fontaine. a niggah isaac had beef with. so he hit me up, said he wanted me to work my magic. i told him i’d do it but only for a price.

i peeked around the corner of a building that happened to be on the corner of an intersection. i saw his headlights down the road heading toward the traffic light. the glow piercing through the fog. i ran out putting on a facade. like i was running from someone in fear. breathing heavily and glancing behind me. when i got the center of the cross walk, screeching tires pierced my ears.

his car jerked when it came to a full stop. heels clicking and scuffling as i ran to his passenger window. “please. help me. there someone after me.” he glanced in the direction i came. “ion see nobody.” he eyes were slightly widened, still shocked from almost hitting me. he breathed trying to calm the adrenaline that ran through his body. “please. you can drop me off. just please don’t leave me here.” i frantically pressed my request. he thought about it. his jaw tightened. he grit his teeth, his gold gleaming under the street light. i could tell he didn’t want to but he unlocked the door.

“get in, damn.” he shook his head as i quickly got in. he gripped the wheel and sped off when the light turned green.

the vehicle was silent except for the faint sound of the radio and his loud engine roaring. he stole glances at me as i fidgeted. “t-thank you.” i said shyly. he shot me a side ways glance. i watched as he was fixing to speak but he hesitated. “where can i drop you at?” he asked with his eyebrow raised. i could tell he was putting on a facade just as i was. just in a different sense.

“the royal.” i replied. “coo. it’s on my way anyway.” i nodded with an awkward smile.

i was still fidgeting with my hands. to be honest, i was actually nervous. for real. cause i knew what would possibly take place and it freaked me out a little. was money really worth being apart of something such as getting someone killed? a human being. could i really go through with this? in that case, i may as well be just doing it myself.

“aye.” he called. my eyes shot to his. “i asked you was you aight.” he said. “y-yea.” i replied with a fake smile. “what you all fidgety fo’?” he asked. “habit.” i said not wanting to continue the conversation. he slowed down, leaning on the door.

“yo, bidi!” he called from his window. “heyy, fontaine.” bidi said speed walking to the car. she leaned on the window. “oh, heyy, girl!” bidi said when she saw me. “hey, bidi.” i smiled back at her. “where slick charles at?” he asked her, never ceasing to scan his surroundings. “he must owe you some money.” she chewed her gum. “dat toot you snortin’, ain’t free.” he replied. “maybe i seent him. maybe i ain’t.” she said. “i just wanna check in wit’ him. make sure he good, you know?” he reasoned.

“right. i’m just tryna get a couple dollars, so i can get back in college.” she told him. i shook my head. she was just running her game, as we all do.

he paid her and she told him he was at the royal.

“i could’ve told you where he was.” i spoke. “well my bad fa not just assuming you was a hoe.” his deep raspy voice said sarcastically. i scoffed and shook my head. i pulled out my hand held mirror and lipstick. i applied my lipstick making sure it looked good and clean. i heard him scoff. i looked over to see him shaking his head. “what?” i asked looking at him. he had his elbow resting on the door and his fist was covering up smile. “you one of dem uptight prissy chicks.” he said. “is it wrong to care ‘bout my appearance?” i crossed my arms, rolling my neck.

“nah, ain’t no pro’lem, ma.” he smirked. his smile was pretty. it was also contagious. i shook my head.

my smile fell when we slowly pulled into the royal. i rushed out and walked to the door. fontaine beat on it. when i went in, i went into the bathroom. i contemplated my decisions as they argued, and when he left everything was quiet for a while. i jumped and gasped when i heard gunshots. i came out of the bathroom and slick was standing at the open door examining what went down.

i saw fontaine’s car smoking with blood splattered on the drivers side. i waited a while before i decided to leave and go to my apartment. strangely his car was no longer in the parking lot. it made me uneasy.

i had stayed in my apartment for the day. i was binging my show with a tub of ice cream.

there was sudden banging on my door. it made me jump. it was late, who could be at my door. i tiptoed to the door. “who is it?” i asked softly.

“open up this muhfuckin do’!” i heard a familiar deep raspy voice yell. “fontaine?!” i was so confused. i took a deep breath as i began to panic. “maine, open the do’ ‘fore i bust dis shit open!” he shouted once more.

i frantically unlocked the door not getting the chance to open it completely before he slammed it open. the door hit my wall so hard, it made a hole. he bum rushed through my door and slammed it shut. “you know why i’m here.” his deep voice struck fear in my heart. i slowly backed away as he stalked toward me breathing heavily like a mad man. almost growling.

i was contemplating making a run for my bedroom. i had a gun in my nightstand. we stared each other down. my frantic huffs drowned out by the deep breathes that escaped his heaving chest. i made a run for it but i could feel him right on my heels.

i almost had the door completely shut but he pushed his weight on it. i stumbled back and i was gonna run for the window that was until i felt his hand grab hold of my hair. I yelped as he yanked my head back. i heard a click and cold metal was pressed against the side of my head. “okay. okay, please.” i whimpered. “nah. dat ain’t gon’ work dis time, ma.” he told me.

“please. i’m so sorry.” i cried. he let go of my hair and grabbed my jaw.

“oh na you sorry?” he mocked, pressing the heavy metal into my head harder. “yes. yes, i am. please.” i begged. it was no doubt that he was gonna kill me i had to think fast. i did what i know how to do best. my back was pressed against his front. i pushed my ass back onto his dick. if it wasn’t hard before it is now.

“das what you tryna do?” he asked. “you think ima let you off da hook fa sum pussy?” he continued. “you tell me.” i said regaining confidence. i palmed him through his sweats. the pressure of the metal faltered.

he gripped my throat and pushed me against the wall next to my door. i bit my lip as a whimper escaped.

“open dat shit.” his deep voice demanded as he brought the gun closer to my mouth. i stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. he bit his lip and slid into my mouth, dragging it along my tongue. i looked up directly into his eyes as i wrapped my lips around the metal. he was much taller when i wasn’t wearing heels.

“you tried to get me killed. tell me why da fuck i shouldn’t put a bullet innat pretty ass mouf uh yours.” he said looking down at me with half lidded eyes. i pulled back with a pop.

“cause,” i smirked with bedroom eyes. “you could be filling it with sum else.” i rubbed his torso with one hand and slid the other into my pink silk shorts, he watched the path of my hand. i started rubbing circles on my clit. i whimpered when i came in contact with my pearl. he lowered his gun and lust filled his eyes. taking my lip between my teeth once more, eyebrows knitted, eyes pleading. i began pulling his hand down from my neck, between my breast, over my stomach, past the elastic in my silk.

i gasped, he ran his fingers through my folds. “shit.” i moaned softly, gripping his wrist. he stepped closer putting his other hand on the wall. “see how wet i am for you, taine..” i looked down at his mouth. “what you want me to do ‘bout dat?” he pulled his lip between those sexy ass grills. his low eyes trained on mine.

“you know what i want.” i whined. “nah, lemme here it.” he said. i grabbed his hoodie pulling his front to mine, our faces inches apart. he slid a finger inside of me. my mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “say dat shit.” he put his gun under my chin.

“i want you.. to fuck me.” i pulled at his waistband.

“das what you want?” he lowered his gun to his side. i nodded as he removed his hand from my shorts. “say ah.” he demanded in a low tone. i stick my tongue out once more. he slid his coated fingers into my mouth.

“suck.” he deeply whispered. i moaned as i sucked my juices off of his digits. he slowly pulled them out gazing at me.

he wasted no time picking me up with one arm around my waist. i wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. his metal thudded atop my dresser as he walked past it. he laid me down attaching his lips to my pulse. i moaned breathlessly in his ear. “take allat shit off if you’n want it to’e up.” he stood taking off his jacket. i pulled my silk top over my head. quickly removing my shorts, i watched him pull his hoodie over his head. his white tee lifted revealing his abs. i ran my hands over muscle ridden torso. lightly scratching with my acrylics. he bit his lip humming a moan.

he gripped my jaw and closed the distance between our lips. our kiss was heated. our tongues battled. our sounds of pleasure traveling within each other’s mouths.

breaking the kiss, i moved to sit on my knees. i tugged his sweats down freeing his erection. under his watchful gaze i stroke him slowly. his head tilted back when i kissed his tip, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. gliding my tongue across my top lip. i wrapped my lips around him taking him in my mouth. “fuck..” he moaned gripping my hair. he cupped my jaw with his free hand as he started fucking my throat. i moaned around him sending vibrations straight up his spine. “take allat shit..” he continued thrusting into my throat making me gag.

he used my throat in every way he wanted. bringing himself closer to the edge. chasing his climax.

“fuck.. i’m cummin’.” he groaned. my hand massaged his balls. his cock throbbed and twitched. his hips stuttered. he moaned loudly as the knot in his stomach unraveled and his hot cum filled my mouth.

“swallow dat shit. all uh it.” he gritted shakily. i swallowed all of his cum. i continued to suck and massage, overstimulating him. “fuck! ahh..” he gritted, squeezing my hair harder. i moaned at the sensation. i pulled back with a pop and looked into his eyes. i wiped my mouth and blushed. i laid down on my back, beckoning him with my finger.

he climbed on top of me and planted kisses on my neck. i grabbed hold of his dick and brought it to my entrance. he pushed into my sex causing our breath to hitch.

i wrapped my arms around him. he rested a firm hand next to my head. he pushed inch by inch filling me up. we moaned simultaneously when he bottomed out. he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in. he squeezed the sheets in a fist and built up his pace, stroking back and forth, in and out. “goddamn you tight, ma..” he grunted in my ear. “i know— uhn!” i whispered cockily. “you confident ain’t you?” he groaned breathlessly. “always.” i flipped us over, sinking down on his girth. i threw my head back, grinding on him. he placed his large hands on my waist, guiding my movements.

he thrusts up into me. i held his wrists feeling his length drag along my velvety walls. i leaned over planting my hands on his firm chest, bouncing on his cock, meeting his thrusts. “fuck..” he trailed his hand up between my breasts, gripping my throat. “yess..” i whimpered. feeling his hands all over me was blissful. euphoric even.

“you like dat shit don’t you, ma?” his steady pace quickened. “talk to me.. wit yo’ pretty ass.” he breathed heavily, almost growling, landing a smack on my ass. i gasped when he squeezed tighter. “mm.. yess taine, i love it.” i whined. “i know, ma. i know.” my nectar coated the base of his cock.

i gasped squeezing my eyes, pulsing around him. “right there!” i yelled laying my weight on top of him. “das da spot, ain’t it?” he grunted. “yes! don’t stop, taine! please.. don’t stop.” i whispered. he embraced my waist and pumped my spot never letting up. “oh my god.. taine!” the knot that formed in my stomach threatened to unravel. “i’m c-cummin’!” i moaned uncontrollably, holding onto him. “let dat shit out, ma.” he gritted. i could feel him twitching again. he was just as close as i was. “cum with me, please.” i begged in a high pitched tone. “i gotchu, pretty. i gotchu.” he groaned loudly. “please.. please p-ple—” i gasped as the knot snapped. my moan turned into a scream.

my orgasm ripped through me and gushed out like a river. he released a drawn out moan, holding me close. i shook feeling his cum shoot into me. “ouuu.. shit!” he sighed, tightening his jaw, shaking as he came down. i whined as our juices combined.

when i came down, he stretched out relaxing. “still wanna kill me?” i chuckled. he scoffed, shaking his head. “nah, ma. you try gettin’ me killed again, dis ain’t how it’s gon’ end.” he stated.

[jkriordanverse]

[Based of myself today]

Nina: *singing a made up parody of i'm a little teapot (gun/riffle version)* I'm a little riffle, uhhhhh.

Nina: *thinks "riffles are long? right? I remember them being longer than normal guns"* long & *thinks "they're hard, right? cuz you can hit people with it. aight lets go with that for my song"*

Nina: i'm a little riffle, long & hard. Here is my handle here is-

Nina: *stops*. shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT. I DIDN'T MEAN IT TO COME OUT LIKE THAT SHIT

*meanwhilst*

Matthias, upon hearing Nina's song: *chokes*

[frvnkcastles]

HOLD TIGHT FOR TOMORROW ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You just want to be comforted.

Warnings: Feminine nicknames, anxiety, implied PTSD, fluff, unspecified triggers

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: Another one based on a request :) This is something I relate to a lot, I always feel on edge and unsafe and force myself to stay productive. Maybe this will resonate with someone else too. Happy weekend everyone <3

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong. All you knew was that there was an iron grip around your heart, suffocating you and filling you to the brim with an impending sense of doom, making you certain that something bad was going to happen. Again. It seemed, in fact, that only bad things happened to you. Why would this seemingly ordinary Friday be any different? One could argue you had been getting too comfortable as of late, letting your guard down, making you susceptible to any threats awaiting around the corner for just the right moment.

What those threats would be, you had no idea. All you had was a sickening gut feeling and the relentless inability to relax even in your own home.

As soon as you slowed down, the thoughts came rushing in. So, you figured, the solution was simply keeping as busy as you could. You first made a mission out of changing your and Frank’s bedsheets, and it was right in the middle of that menial task that he found you, leaning against the doorway to watch you.

”Need some help with that?” he asked gruffly, observing your fast-paced movements with an arched eyebrow.

You reacted quickly enough to alert him. ”No”, you spoke sharply, before realizing the venom in your tone and reeling it in. ”Sorry. I’m feeling a little off. But I’ve got this, baby, thank you”, you insisted with a weak smile, and nodding slowly, Frank stayed silent but took his time before he left you. You were clearly on high alert, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out — the thing that Frank couldn’t put his finger on, though, was what had triggered you.

After the bedsheets, it was arranging the kitchen cabinets. After that, folding the laundry into color-coded piles, then clearing the photo album on your phone. Whatever it took to avoid sitting alone with your thoughts and the nauseating feeling of just something being off, something being wrong. Relaxing wasn’t an option, and Frank sensed as much. He could count on one hand the times you had declined cuddling with him on the couch with a movie in the background, and yet, here you were.

It was when you aired out the idea of cleaning the toilet that Frank took your hand, stopping on your tracks. You turned over to him with a confused look, and he met it with a worried one, gently tugging you to sit down on the couch with him.

”What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can tell somethin’s up. Y’know ’m here for you, yeah?” Frank pleaded, tilting his head low so he could meet your eye, while his thumb gently caressed the back of your hand. He didn’t want to push too hard and risk you withdrawing even more, but when tears began welling up in your eyes and your bottom lip trembled involuntarily, he figured he had applied just the right amount of pressure.

”I don’t know”, you whispered with a sniffle and dropped your face against your palm. ”I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just feel wrong”, you managed before a sob rose from your throat, and shushing you softly, Frank scooted closer to you so he could wipe your hair away from your face.

”Hey, hey, you listen to me, there ain’t a thing wrong with you, aight?” he spoke sternly, not taking any arguments about it. ”You’re a goddamn treasure, sweetheart. I wouldn’t change anythin’ about you, got that?” he continued, and his words only making you cry harder, you leaned into his chest.

He couldn’t deny, he was feeling just a little useless, sitting there with you half in his arms. ”What do ya need, baby? Tell me. Anythin’ you want, you got it”, Frank promised, dead-serious about every single word.

You were at a loss for words for a moment, but eventually the emotion just bubbled up your chest, up your throat and out of your mouth in a sob. ”I just want to be comforted, please. I just… I need you to comfort me”, you pleaded, and shushing softly, Frank nodded while pulling you into a renewed hug.

”Okay, okay, baby. I’m right here. It’s gonna be alright, I promise. Everythin’s gonna be just fine. I’mma make sure of it”, he swore under his breath, caressing your hair while firmly holding your trembling body, making sure he was a stable constant that you could rely on.

”I know it feels bad right now, I know, sweet girl. But I promise, everythin’ is gonna work out. I’ll be right here to stand by you every step of the way. You don’t gotta do anythin’ alone”, Frank continued reassuring you, his big hands gentle as they ran down your hair and across your back.

You managed to stop crying, your breathing heavy as you leaned into him. ”I can’t describe it, I just—I feel like something bad is in the air. Like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I don’t know where it’s coming from”, you explained weakly, and smiling sadly, Frank nodded.

”I know exactly where it’s coming from. And it ain’t your fault. Sometimes… sometimes your head just pulls frustrating shit like this on you, but you haven’t done a thing wrong”, he reminded, gently tapping at your temple.

You took in a deep breath and nodded. You remained silent, unsure what to say, feeling like everything you spoke out loud made no sense — but to Frank, it did. He knew what it was like to have a suffering mind, one that was struggling to stay afloat and clung onto the littlest thing to keep itself so.

And that was why he didn’t hesitate to offer some help.

”Hey, lemme distract you, huh? We can take a walk and you can focus on holding my hand and breathing in the fresh air. Maybe a change of scenery would do you some good, hm?” he proposed, his eyes meeting yours as he offered a careful smile. Something about the sight comforted you enough to break into a similar expression, and agreeing to his plan, you bowed your head in a nod.

”That’s my girl”, Frank praised with a grin before leaning in to kiss your forehead. ”We’re gonna kick those thoughts away together, I promise.”