#please excuse me while punch you in the face with love and appreciation

[h8aaz]

⋆ ࣪. — HOT COCOA — .࣪ ⋆

SUMMARY .ᐟ . . . you and sam make hot cocoa on a chilly day.

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . none besides an established relationship . just good, loving fluff with sammy .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . omg tysm for the love on my blueberry!sam post!! hopefully y'all like this, it came to mind literally bc i was drinking hot cocoa lol. likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!! <33.

the wind blew against the two of you, sam's hand grasped firmly on your waist due to the 'chance that you might fly away', he excused.

you shivered from the cold and chilly air. you hugged yourself tighter into your sweater while leaning into your boyfriend's warmth. you heard him let out a soft chuckle at your state, which was immediately silenced at the pain of your punch to his side.

"shut up!" you scolded, though no actual anger lingered in your words. the two of you made it to the store by your shared apartment, immediately breaking free of sam's hand to run down the aisles.

"they're not gonna run away from you, y'know that, right?" sam smiled as he followed right behind you, watching you frantically grab a pack of marshmallows then circle around to another aisle in search of your favorite chocolate.

"you never know. i mean, with the shit we fight off every week, moving food doesn't seem too farfetched." you countered his tease while he nodded in fair agreement. "okay, but they aren't doing that now so," he grabbed the stacked chocolate bars out of your arms, snatching the ones your grabby hands were gripping as well. "let's not take their whole stock, yeah?"

you huffed as he put the sweet treats back into their box on the shelf, keeping two in his large hand. "see?" he waved them around, "better, right, baby?" he grinned while his puppy-dog eyes were on display.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." you grumbled, caving into his act. "can we pay and go now? the sooner we're home and out of the cold, the better." you grabbed onto his free hand, dragging him to the counter.

after paying and making the devastating speed-walk back to your apartment, sam unlocked the door to let you in. you frantically kicked off your shoes with a pleased sigh; taking in the warmth that the heater brought to your cozy place, a content smile playing on your lips. "thank god." you whispered.

sam had closed the door and locked it before taking off his shoes with a full grin. "feel good, baby?" he asked out with a small laugh as you simply nodded your head.

"y'know what would make it better?" you jokingly questioned back, being met with a hum. "a hot mug filled with delicious melted chocolate topped with marshmallows." you said as you walked towards him, slowly wrapping your arms around his torso. he stared down at you, your smile beaming up at him and making his heart clench at the adorableness you held.

he engulfed you in his arms as he began to lean down. "sounds perfect to me." he replied before placing a soft kiss onto your lips, being met with an equally gentle, yet slightly rough manner. 'i just love kissing you!' is what you'd say before kissing him so eagerly, it quickly turns into something more heated.

the two of you pulled away and began the process. sam taking out your mugs from the cupboard, you heating milk up on the stove, a movie already set up on the tv, and the dimmed lamps illuminating the apartment in warm, fuzzy lighting. sam broke the chocolate into pieces as you plopped an even amount into both mugs, stirring them until they were fully melted into the hot milk.

both you and sam topped your drinks with marshmallows before picking the mugs up and clinking them with smiles. you began to sip your hot cocoa, immediately letting out a squeal while sam laughed at you.

"OW! oh my god- that's so hot! why is it so hot?!" you shouted while sam doubled over. "stop! it's not funny, sam!" you shoved him lightly as to not spill his beverage. "i'm- hah- i'm sorry, honey, it's just-" he bellowed another laugh before catching his breath, "it's just that your face was so funny!"

"shut up! ugh, i hate you." you turned to make your way to the couch, settling down and draping a blanket over you.

"awh, baby, don't be like that." sam followed. "you know you love me." he leaned over from his new spot on the couch to kiss your cheek, pulling some of the blanket onto himself.

"mhm." you hummed in a sassy manner before sighing and turning to him, "i do. i love you." you said, seeing his eyes practically light up while he was sipping his hot cocoa.

"i'll never get tired of hearing you say it." he sighed happily. "and i love you too." he smiled before kissing you, you gladly reciprocating.

both of you turned your attention to the movie afterwards, laughing and talking about certain parts all while enjoying your fresh hot cocoas.

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[temiizpalace]

☆┊MONOPOLY? MONOPOLY.

SUMMARY: monopoly. the game infamous for destroying friendships and relationships. it wouldn’t hurt to play a game or two, right? how do your acquaintances suffer during the game?

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+grim)

GENRE: fluff, crackfic

WARNINGS: cursing

PLATONIC or ROMANTIC, PLATONIC ORTHO + GRIM

NOTES: my sister punched me in the stomach cause i bought her property

reader gender is not specified, reader is yuu

SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THE GAME IN JAIL

no matter what they did, no matter how many times they wished to try, they always landed in jail. even when he’s finally free after seven knows many turns, he’ll pick up a card, and it says go to jail. jeez, what did he do?! this game sucks, i don’t see the appeal. is he so much of a bad guy the game wants to keep him locked up forever? its hurting his feelings. why do you want to keep playing?? can he just quit? he doesn’t wanna play anymore. fine. he’ll keep playing. just make sure you win or else you’ll get an earful..

spoiler alert: you lose and now he’s disappointed

riddle, deuce, jack, malleus, silver

LAUGHS LIKE AN EVIL VILLAIN WHEN SOMEONE LANDS ON THEIR PROPERTY

oh dear, how poor and unfortunate are you? such a shame really. oh well! fork over the cash, prefect! it’s nothing personal, just a simple game of monopoly. you can spare a couple hundreds, couldn’t you? surely you weren’t planning on winning, right? all is fair in love and war they say! he’ll make it up to you later, but it’s just better to pay— what’s that? no money? BANKRUPT? how sad. you snooze ya lose. better luck next time, you were no match to begin with. he’ll take what’s left, thanks! much appreciated 🫶🫶

he’s just competitive he’s sorry please don’t hit him with the board please— NONO WAIT—

ace, ruggie, azul, jade, jamil, epel, idia, lilia, grim

IS HOARDING ALL THE LITTLE HOUSES

they’re so cute! not very detailed, but he can make a nice village out of them! oh. you need them for the game? can’t you use.. something else? please let him keep them. if you want them back you’ll have to pry them from his cold dead hands. here, use these thumbtacks! they basically look like houses! why’s he so attached to the tiny plastic primary colored houses from this game? unsure, but he likes em. hands off <3

if you play on the floor watch your step

deuce, cater, floyd, kalim, rook, sebek, grim

USING THEIR WAD OF MONOPOLY MONEY AS A FAN

at first, this game seemed.. childish. however, who is he to say no to victory? just look at all the currency he holds in the palm of his hand, practically basking in wealth. tsk, tsk, wipe that pouty face off of your face prefect. he’s just playing the game after all. not his fault you can’t save your money. my, my, it’s getting hot! excuse him as he fans himself off with his hundred dollar bills. he would share if he can, but it looks like his hands are full. needless to say, he is suffering from success over here.

ace, cater, leona, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, ortho, lilia, grim (they all on my list. better watch themself)

BRINGS UP PERSONAL SHIT DURING AN ARGUMENT OVER PROPERTY

will bring up moments from each others past mid-argument cause they’re just petty like that. don’t look at him like that! not his fault you decided to ramble about your middle school days— HEY. DONT YOU DARE BRING UP HIS BABY PHOTOS. NO. NOT THE PHOTO. NONONONONONONONONO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

pieces are in fact flung to the ground

ace, leona, azul, epel, sebek, grim

ABOUT TO FLIP THE BOARD

barely holding it together. he is this close to just grabbing the board and throwing it to the ground. he wants to tear up the currency and toss it down the paper shredder while screaming his lungs out. this game is absolutely SHIT. don’t ever bring it in his sights again, he will lose it.

riddle, jamil (depends), epel, sebek, grim

TRYING TO PLAY NORMALLY

it’s just a game guys, relax. sure, it’s not ideal, but let’s not try stabbing each other over a simple game of dice and money? seriously, it’s not that deep. as long as you’re playing together, he’s having a fun time. that’s all that really matters to him in the end! you’re having fun, he’s having fun, it’s a win-win. while chaos ensues, he’s pretty good at being levelheaded and the voice of reason so hopefully it doesn’t blow up in his face.

trey, jack, silver

A/N: monopoly almost got my cousin divorced fun game 10/10 would play again. so many fics in the draft hopefully they come out soon 🧌🧌🧌

date published: 8/20/24

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[itsthestutterforme]

“School Daze” 2/2 (Husband!Rafe Cameron x wife!reader)

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, allusions to sex, allusions to child bearing, reader is Black

**

Rafe scratches the back of his neck in amusement as he watches you speed walk down the school hallway.

Your hips sway with every step. Rafe loved how thick your hips have gotten.

It makes him think back to when you gave birth to Y/C/N. The day that his life changed forever.

And now’s there is a possibility of another kid. The thought of you having another kid of his made him want to drag you into the bathroom for another round.

“Baby, relax.” He called after you.

“The meeting starts in like two seconds, babe. Put those long legs to good use,” you said, not breaking your stride.

“I love you so much,” he says with a chuckle. You were at the principals office in no time and knocked on the door.

Once Rafe met you in front of the door, he leans down to press a warm kiss to your lips.

“I love you too,” you said.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, please have a seat.” The principal greets as he opens his door. He motions to the empty chairs in front of his desk before he sits down on his own chair.

“We are currently waiting for James’ parents. I appreciate you for being punctual.” He commends.

You and Rafe share a knowing smile.

“No problem, Mr. Horton.” Rafe says with a nod while you tried to hold back your laugh.

“So my question is how it escalated to this?” Mr. Horton asks.

“With all due respect, I think it was the disregard of the home room teacher,” Rafe said casually.

“What makes you say that?”

“My daughter has voiced to me that this boy had been pulling her hair and kicking her on the playground. The teacher never sees anything and when she told her about it, she gave James a warning and that was the extent of that.” Rafe explains.

“Hm, okay. I was not aware of that.”

“So what changed from then to now? What influenced Y/C/N to punch James in the face and break his nose?”

“She broke his nose?” You and Rafe said in union.

Rafe had to bite back a proud smile. He’s been practicing with Y/C/N and taught her the basics of where and when to throw a punch. But truthfully, he didn’t think she had it in her to use it so quickly.

She was definitely his daughter.

“Yes, she broke my son’s nose like some criminal.” James’ mom retorts as she waltzed into the room.

“I beg your pardon?” You said, turning around in your chair.

“You heard me, witch. Keep your child away from my son.”

“Well maybe if you taught your child basic human decency, my child wouldn’t have to take matters into her own hands.” You defended.

“Excuse me?”

“And if her teacher would have take her concerns seriously, she wouldn’t have had to take matters into her own hands either. The adults in this situation need to be held accountable.” You mediated.

“For your kid not knowing how to keep her hands to herself? You know what, let’s see if you’re really about holding people accountable.” She jabs, stepping towards you.

A crazed smile made its way on your face as you stand from your chair.

“You better stay the hell away from my wife,” James’ dad takes a step towards you, which didn’t concern you at all.

In the blink of an eye, Rafe is on his feet and grabbing the man up by his collar.

“Oh yeah? And what do you think you’re going to do about it, you dumb bitch?” Rafe threatens, having a white knuckle grip on him.

“You touch my wife, I will kill you. You understand?” Rafe adds in a dangerously low tone.

“Mr. Cameron, please unhand him.”

By this point, you’ve come to the conclusion that James’ mom was not about the smoke and made your new priority calling Rafe down.

You placed a hand on Rafe’s muscular arm until he eventually let the man go. I didn’t take much for you to calm Rafe down. You liked that he listened to you, no matter the situation.

“Dad?” Y/C/N says when a teacher escorted her into the office.

You had hoped she didn’t hear everything that was said beforehand.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” She questions.

“Mommy’s talking with the adults to make sure James gets punished for what he’s been doing to you, sweetie.”

“You believe me?”

You brushed past James’ Mom, silently taunting her to do something else. You bent down to Y/C/N’s level and said, “Of course I believe you, sweetie. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I wouldn’t.”

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, smiling when she gave you an eager nod.

Her small arms wrapped around your neck and suddenly everything wrong with the world just washed away.

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[kissesandarsenic]

Day 13 - Hate Fucking

I know it’s you by the sound of your knocking. Fist battering against the wood like you wanna punch a hole through my door. Hey, maybe you do. Would pair nicely with the one you made in my bathroom wall last visit. Asshole. 

The second I open up, you’re crashing inside. Mouth on mine and forcing me down the hall towards my bedroom. If I close my eyes I can pretend the passion is romantic, but I feed off your loathing all the same. 

‘Such a needy thing,’ I say, gasping as my back slams into the bedroom door and we tumble inside. ‘Only three days this time, you must be desperate.’ 

‘Fuck you,’ you spit. ‘Just get on the damned bed. Let’s get this over with.’ 

My grin turns icy at the demand. I can appreciate a bit of roughness, but you’re not about to forget who holds the leash around here. 

‘Manners,’ I snap. ‘Or you can go back home and play with yourself.’ 

You scoff, grab my ass. Fire lights up inside me and I pull back and slap you right across that pretty face.

Your teeth grit. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. ‘Please.’

‘Please, what?’

I almost hope that you’ll hit me back. It’ll give me an excuse to beat the ever-loving shit out of you in retaliation. It was so much fucking fun last time after all. 

‘Please… Miss,’ you say, words coming out like they’re corroding your tongue. ‘Please lay back on the bed so I can… so I can worship your cunt.’ 

I wish I could get a recording of that. That reluctant submission has me so drunk on power I feel dizzy from it.

With a grin, I strip and fall onto the bed, letting you eat your fill of my pussy while my fingers lace and yank through your hair. 

Sure, you may hate my guts. Hate my condescending words, my shitty humour, my personality. I’ve heard it all before. 

But you fucking love my pussy, don’t you sweetheart? And that love outweighs any other feeling you have for me. You can ignore the hate so long as I’m making all the right noises and touching all the right places. You’re weak for me even if you love to pretend otherwise. 

Yes, I know, I know. This is the last time. Absolutely.

See you next week, okay?

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[base0h]

Sorry if I bother you or send you something a bit suck but I wanted to know if it was possible to you to do a hcs (or other forma, it doesn’t matter) with shanks and mihawk with a s/o who can copying everything (Haki, Mouvement, Physic, Devil power fruit, Everything) thanks to a rare Devil fruit..? Than you if you make it and sorry if it’s not corespondent to your blog or rules. 🐙

a/n - watch shanks fall in love with himself 💀 I added Law bec why not 💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o has copy copy no mi (copy fruit)

- At first, he thought this was some twisted nightmare where he met himself… “Oh god. It’s me.” He was so disgusted 😭 he was also so embarrassed whenever you copied his abilities, hearing you say “room” and “shambles” made him reconsider what he named his techniques. 💀

- “Room…” -law “SHAMBLES!” -you

- “excuse me y/n. It’s my attack.” Man was offended, you literally interrupted him lmfao 😂 he was all like: bitch don’t take away my spotlight it’s the only thing I have

- “But it’s cool when I get to say it!” He also hates the way his voice sounds now because of this. Overall, he’s very embarrassed of himself, so as a result, you do not use your ability around him much. BUT- he does appreciate it when the marines start targeting you instead of him 🤭

- “LAW. HELP!”

- “Huh? I’m not Law wdym?”

- “YOU EMO MOTHERFU- I WILL THROW AWAY YOUR GERMA 66 FIGURES.”

- “NO-!”

- (ahem, I will calm down)

- enjoys it but also REALLY hates it at the same time. Perona gets you two confused all the time, she’ll ask you where Mihawk’s wallet is and you have to remind her of your abilities. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN YOU BOTH LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME?!”

- “Scars on the back are a swordsman’s shame!” You said, holding Mihawk’s sword in front of a pirate who had tried to take over the island. Your physique and features were perfect, an amazing copy of Dracule Mihawk himself

- “Y/n, I do not say that. The young roronoa says that. If you do something, get it right.” He said, sipping his wine while reading a newspaper under his umbrella. You glared at the man, turning back into your normal self before shoving the pirate off the island with ease

- “Can you at least admit that I am literally a perfect copy of you-?”

- “No, because you’re not.”

- “Why are you so difficult?”

- “Why are you so talented in things that do not matter?”

- “…You think I’m talented? 😖🥹”

- shanks absolutely adores the fact that yo have this ability. It makes for amazing party tricks! Turn into Uta and sing a beautiful song? Easy. Turn into Rayleigh so you can scold him? Hell yeah.

- you turned into him one day, and he was impressed. With himself 💀 “Damn- I look good!” -_- You had enough of him looking at you and complimenting HIS looks. So you turned into Rayleigh, and that my friend, is how you get your red haired man to shut the fuck up.

- “Shanks, do the dishes before I punch you.”

- “Yes sir.”

- man is deathly afraid of Rayleigh’s punch- 🤪 so everytime he starts fo be rude in any way, you turn into Rayleigh, it always works! Except turning into the dark king isn’t exactly great for camouflage against marines.

- they ended up seeing you and chasing you around since you looked like Rayleigh. “I’m not Rayleigh! I’m y/n l/n of the red haired pirates!” They stopped in their tracks, “Y/N L/N! THE LEGENDARY PIRATE?! GET THEM!” That plan of yours severely backfired, they ended up calling reinforcements.

- “Rayleigh you need some help down there?” Shanks asked with the literal most smug grin on his face. You got the best idea, while the marines were confused, you turned into a random soldier to blend in. They then caught sight of shanks and started going after him instead. Man did not think to argue with you ever again.

- “Baby I’m sorry 😭 please don’t ignore me I need love.”

don’t give him hugs

a/n - I loved this idea sm 🤭

[art-missy]

Quality Time (Gekko x Reader)

Please, someone save me from that Gekko brainrot !

I'm back with another shot. I love writing (and thinking) about him way too much.

Thousands apologies in advance to your eyes for my murderous grammar.

Eating the floor.

As figurative as this expression might be, Gekko now perfectly understood it in several different ways. Each way of how he tasted the floor had a different flavor : painful humbling, jaw fixation, flattened face, the training tatami that he accidentally licked during his degustation, his own saliva that he accidentally choked on, and maybe a bit of his own teeth. He even had a little taste of the wall.

“Stand up.”

Gekko uttered a small grunt, his face still kissing the floor as he momentarily wondered if you secretly were a sadist. He stood up and looked at you as you put your hands on your hips. You looked at him with your eyes slightly squinted and Gekko suspected that you wondered how you'd make him taste the floor again. His eyes met Wingman’s who was shaking his head and hiding his face.

“Ready ?” 

He huffed. At least you warned him. He took position and waited.

How did he end up in this situation ? Well, Reyna once pointed out how hand-in-hand combat was his weakness during missions. She was unsurprisingly not wrong. Since he joined Valorant, he prioritized his aim and his stamina over anything else. And he had never been much of a fighter. The number of times he had been physically restrained by an Omega agent was quite big. So, to overcompensate his weak point, he asked you to train him. You were the best in the protocol in hand-in-hand combat. 

And he wanted an excuse to be physically close to you anyway.

“Your shoulders...” You noticed. “You swim ?”

Gekko blinked before managing to dodge an attack from you. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pride when you nodded appreciatively. He heard Wingman applauding from the corner of the room.

“Actually yeah.” He answered as you paced around him like a predator. “It helped with my asthma growing up. Harbor has even been coaching me when I joined the protocol.”

You nodded and suddenly jumped on him. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a surprised yelp as he felt his back bouncing harshly on the tatami mat. When he opened his eyes, you were staring at him intensely, your eyes squinting slightly in concentration. He then noticed that you were pinning him down. A new way of eating the ground.

“Your reflexes are weak.” You said plainly. “How did you survive until now ?” 

Gekko did not find anything to answer that. The way you easily kept putting him down since the beginning of the hour said enough. Harbor also trained him with basic martial arts knowledge to be at least capable of defending himself. But against you, they seemed pretty useless. You read his movements as if they were boringly predictable — they probably were — and slow. Plus, the fact that your face was only a few inches away from his did not really help him to focus. His brain literally stopped.

“Hm. I’d be honored to give you some muscle stiffness.”

Was he intimidated ? Yes. Did he like it ? Very. Does that make him a masochist ? He wondered.

Your training was painfully effective. In only three hours, you solidified the basic knowledge in martial arts Harbor gave him and was able to dodge some of your attacks. It took him time, but after you explained to him how to read people's body movements in a way he could understand, he managed to predict some of your punches. Not all, but it was a beginning. But even though he could sometimes predict your movements, you were way too fast for his body to react in time. He swore that your kicks were deadly weapons.

Wingman brought Gekko a bottle of water while cheering as he was laid on his back on the tatami mat.

“You alive ?” You nudged his shoulder with your foot as you looked down at him.

“I’m still breathing.” He huffed as he sat up. “I think.”

He patted Wingman's head and took the bottle while looking up at you. You did not even seem tired.

“You have more stamina than I thought you’d have.” 

“Thanks…?” He said while raising an eyebrow.

You tilted your head slightly then shrugged, your eyes still fixed on him. “You're very welcome.” You took a look at your watch then hummed. “I recommend you to take a warm shower, eat dinner, then to go to bed. You will suffer when you wake up.”

He was always stunned by the tone you used every time you spoke : a tone placed between an absolute neutrality, a subtle amusement and a vague boredom. And most of the time, he couldn't manage to guess what you were thinking about. He stood up and tried to stretch his arms but immediately winced when the pain started hitting.

“Yep.” You nodded without even looking at him. “A warm shower. Very warm.”

You walked out of the training room with a light step while he was dragging his feet behind you.

“Have a nice night.” You said to him as you walked away.

“Huh ? Ah thanks !”

Gekko always felt uncharacteristically shy around you. Which was quite surprising since you barely talked with him. He just admired you from afar since he joined the protocol, sometimes rambling about how he found you cool to Neon. You always intimidated him. He was so outgoing with people but with you, he became so shy. The other agents noticed it of course. How could they not ? The bubbly Gekko being suddenly so quiet in front of someone ? Of course they would notice. The teasing he received from his friends was colossal.

After a warm shower (a very warm) and a good dinner like you recommended, he let himself flop down on his bed with a tired huff. Today was the longest interaction you two had since he joined Valorant. A very painful interaction but still an interaction. A very physical and brutal interaction but still a lovely one. He reached out to you for help, advices and tools to defend himself, and you handed it to him without questioning. You did not judge him like he feared you would. After all, agents of Valorant were supposed to be the best defense of this world. He was one of these agents. He had a good aim, he had good stamina despite his asthma but he lacked hand-in-hand combat experience and knowledge which could be quite vital in some situations on the field. He didn't think low of himself. Gekko was just someone who wasn't afraid nor ashamed to acknowledge his weaknesses.

Outside of your sessions, everything sadly stayed the same between you two to Gekko’s despair. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. He thought that you grew  close, but outside of the training room, you stayed distant. When he waved at you from afar, you turned your face away. When he raised his hand for a high five, you stared at him in confusion. When he handed you a weapon for a mission, you just nodded curtly. When he joined your table for lunch, you barely acknowledged his presence. Neon and Jett tried to reassure him by saying that you were like this with everyone. He knew that, but he had hoped to be an exception.

After a few weeks, he still happened to taste the floor as much as when you started to train him. Not because he was a bad learner, but because everytime he adapted to a fighting style, you switched into another. Everytime he walked out of a session with you, he felt he improved himself until the next session. It was impressive how many ways you had to beat his ass. Or to strangle him.

“I yield !” He choked out as your legs stifled him. He patted the floor to indicate he was giving up. “Air ! Air !”

You released him from your legs and let him breathe and sat up with your legs crossed, staring at him.

“You dead ?”

He coughed a little and shook his head. “Nope ! Pretty much alive !”

Wingman rushed towards him with a bottle of water as he kept coughing. He took a few sip of water then looked up at you to notice you staring at him without flinching. He cleared his throat to hide his blush under your gaze (even though he knew it was useless) and turned fully towards you.

“Why did you accept to help me ?” He asked.

“Hm ?” You tilted your head slightly.

“I mean…” Gekko nervously rubbed his neck and shot a glance at Wingman who quietly nodded to encourage him. “...we never really interacted with each other outside of missions before.”

You tilted your head to the other side. “And…?”

Your attitude reminded him a little bit of a cat : aloof but attentive.

“And despite that, you accepted right away.”

You stayed silent for a moment, squint your eyes slightly then shook your head negatively. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t manage to see why this comes as a surprise.” 

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. Of course he was the only one surprised here. 

“We barely talked to each other yet you accepted right away. Why ?”

“Why not ?” You ask back. “You're my colleague, you asked for help and I could provide you with that help. So I did it. Why is it that surprising ?”

Gekko blinked for a second and let out a soft chuckle. Wingman looked between you two with a curious tilt of his little head. Your response was so simple that he never envisaged it. So simple that it was almost unpredictable. 

“Well thanks.” He laughed gently.

“You’re very welcome.” You shrugged. 

You kept staring at him with that deep (and sometimes unnerving) gaze of yours. After some time, he realized that your eyes weren't dreamy. They were intensely focused and he could see the intricate mechanisms constituting your thoughts without being able to decipher it.

“Do I have something on my face ?” He asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Freckles.” You responded simply. “And a smile completed by dimples most of the time. Why ?”

Wingman let out a few high-pitched garbled sounds that sounded like laughter. Gekko’s finger played with the bottle.

“Nothing. I just noticed that you sometimes stare at me a lot.” 

“Oh.” You nodded slowly. “Sorry. I tend to stare a lot at things that fascinate me.”

If he was already slightly blushing (maybe because of the previous efforts), he was now burning red. His eyes were wide open. Wingman put his little hands over the space where his mouth would be, looking even more flabbergasted than his friend.

“Wait…what ?”

“You seem surprised again.” 

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, cleared his throat (nervously choked on his own saliva) then looked fully at you.

“Do you realize what you just said ?”

“Words ?”

Of course. He started to understand how you worked. When most people thought A, you thought Z. Still, your trail of thought stayed unpredictable.

He was about to say something when his phone suddenly buzzed. Wingman handed it to him and he quickly read the message he received.

“Shit.” He muttered. “I’ve been called for a mission.”

When he read the callsigns of his teammates, he noticed that yours wasn’t there. He sighed. It seemed like your moment together was shortened for the day. A pity, really. He liked these moments.

You nodded slowly, stood up then stretched your arms. “Come back safe.”

‘Come back safe’ ?

Gekko stood up too and walked towards the exit door, Wingman following him. “I will. See you later.”

You said nothing back. You just stared until he fully exited the room.

Your words kept looping in his head during the briefing. 

The mission was the usual : eliminating Omega agents, defusing the spike then going back to base. It wasn't his first mission at Icebox, but being the Californian guy that he was, it wasn't his favorite place. The cold wind was whipping his face while the snow was burning his feet. He definitely should have chosen another pair of shoes and thicker socks. The mission was going smoothly: Jett and Phoenix were competing, Reyna was creepily laughing in the comm and Brimstone was complaining about the pain in his knees.

He sent Thrash to Jett and Phoenix because they fell in an ambush while he kept running where the spike had been spotted.

“Yo, I see the spike !” He said in the comm.

He then sent Dizzy to be sure no one was around before sending Wingman to the spike.

“My buddy is diffusing.” 

Suddenly, Gekko felt the hair in his neck rising and his instinct urged him to bend down and to take a few steps aside, which he did. 

“Damn.” He muttered under his breath.

His eyes immediately fell on Omega Yoru who just came out of a rift with a knife in his hand. Gekko just dodged his attack. He already had an history with this agent in particular. It wasn’t the first time that they ended up in a duel-like situation. Everytime, Yoru managed to manhandle him until Wingman stun him.

“Gekko ?” He heard Reyna in the comm. “What is happening? Where are you ?”

He took a deep breath and thought quickly. You taught him how to analyze a situation quickly and took advantage of it. 

“I’m site B.” He answered.

First step : not panicking. Panic not only leads people to make rushed actions, but it also quashes your thinking capacity. In a moment of panic, your reptilian brain is the one mostly working with your adrenaline.

‘Panic and fear are not to be confused.’ You oftenly reminded him. ‘In a dangerous situation, panic could easily lead you towards a certain death while fear keeps your senses constantly alert. It makes you more aware of your surroundings. It makes you think thoroughly at different solutions in order to survive.’

You did not only make him eat the floor. You also sometimes planned some meditation sessions. Gekko loved these. It made him feel light.

Gekko calmly watched Omega Yoru walking towards him. His step was confident. He played with a butterfly knife, visibly trying to intimidate him. Gekko almost rolled his eyes.

Second step : analyzing the situation, then your options. A thing that you insisted on : weapons never only had one way of utilization.

Right now, Wingman was diffusing the spike, Omega Yoru was walking in his direction and Thrash was too far. Dizzy could only blind him for a few seconds but then what ? His weapon was empty and he would lose deadly seconds reloading it. Yoru was walking calmly but a certain tension in his step indicated that he would soon pounce. He too had not a lot of options. His teammates were falling, the spike was being diffused and more enemies would soon arrive.

Gekko mentally counted until three then Yoru attacked him with the knife like he had planned. Gekko quickly countered the attack with the barrel of his gun and swiftly kicked his joint ball, making his opponent momentarily fall on his knee with a huff of pain. Yoru seemed surprised for an instant before he stood up again. This time, he was a bit more alert.

They kept fighting for seconds that felt like hours. Gekko was glad his stamina didn't fail him. He clearly had the upper hand while Yoru’s movements became slower and his breath more erratic. He almost found this easy. Compared to yours, Yoru’s attacks were slow and easy to predict. They had strength but lacked precision.

Finding an opening, Gekko suddenly tackled his opponent in the snow. He then proceeded to press with strength the round of his shoulder in the solar plexus of the mirror agent. You once explained to him that a violent shock in this zone would make anyone go limp. 

��One could be as muscular as possible and have an iron will, once this zone is violently attacked, they would fall to the ground and gasp for air.’

Gekko felt his opponent’s strength faltering beneath him and his rage spiking. He heard Wingman’s high-pitched victorious scream and several hurried steps in his direction.

“Gekko, move !”

Recognizing Reyna’s voice, he obeyed quickly, standing up and taking a few steps back. A single shot and Yoru was now dead. Gekko let out a long sigh as Wingman and Thrash returned to him.

“You did good, you two.” He patted his radivore friends.

He then felt a friendly but strong pat in his back.

“Nice fight, mate !” Phoenix smiled. “You could almost be a duelist.”

Jett joined them then smiled mischievously at him.

“So you were actually training during these private sessions !”

Gekko cleared his throat to hide his blush but Reyna quickly cupped his face to inspect it. 

“¿Estás herido?”

He shook his head and smiled to reassure her. 

“I’m fine.”

Just slightly exhausted. He trained with you before this mission, after all. His muscles were sore and he was tired of the cold. His teeth were chattering and his body started to shake a little. But he tried to look fine so as not to worry her. Reyna could be quite overprotective over him.

“You did good, Gekko.”

“Gracias mi reina.”

He enjoyed the warmth of her hands on his cheeks and let out a small sigh of delight. He still couldn't feel his feet but it was a nice beginning.

“Seems like you improved some of your skills.” The Mexican duelist smiled.

Gekko felt proud at her words, his eyes twinkling in pride. He definitely had to thank you for this.

“Well, I have the best professor. Training can sometimes be brutal but I always learn something new after a session.”

Reyna raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She was already aware —like the entirety of the protocol— of his feelings for you. At first, she was quite suspicious of you, ready to pounce if you ever had the idea of using him. But once she saw the care in your eyes, she relaxed fully.

Gekko slept during the entire flight like a log. His head leaned on Reyna’s shoulder, he snored softly, his body warming up slowly. For an instant, he dreamed about his fight with the mirror agent and couldn't help but feel some pride. He took the situation calmly like you trained him for and busied while Wingman took care of the spike. For the first time since he joined the protocol, he felt like he didn't necessarily need a gun to be useful on the field.

Once the VLR/T landed, Reyna woke him up. He jolted awake under her amused gaze and quickly got off the aircraft to join the training room. He immediately found you meditating on a yoga mat. Despite his exhaustion, there was an excited skip in his steps. He quietly closed the door behind him, took a yoga mat in the back of the room, placed it in front of yours and sat on it, his legs criss-crossed. Wingman sat down next to him.

“You did come back safe.” You said without opening your eyes. 

“Yep !” Gekko grinned. “And it’s all thanks to what you taught me.”

You slowly opened your eyes to look at him with a raised eyebrow. You then looked down to Wingman who waved friendly at you, nodded at him in return and looked back at Gekko.

“Care to develop ?”

He nodded excitedly and with animated hands movements (and Wingman to illustrate his words), proceeded to recount the events of his missions. Pride flooded from his voice and sparkles from his eyes. It was maybe another simple mission, another moment in the routine of being an agent of Valorant, but he felt like he surpassed himself. He rubbed his neck sheepishly after he finished his story, a proud smile on his lips.

“The student surpasses the master.” You chuckled softly. “Seems like you won't need my training anymore.”

Gekko’s smile immediately faded away at your words. He shook his head and leaned forward to catch your hand. He didn't want these private sessions to stop. These moments were way too precious for him to let them go.

“No !” He calmed down a little, noticing how his tone raised. “I mean…I’ll probably need more training. I mean, more training from you !”

Wingman nodded with energy beside him. You blinked, surprised by his sudden outburst.

“No worries. I planned to train you to fight with a knife at our next session.” You said as you patted Wingman’s head gently. “Plus, I enjoy your company anyway.”

Gekko looked at you with wide eyes. His hands subconsciously squeezed yours. Wingman’s eyes also widened in shock.

“If you enjoy my company, why do you always avoid me outside of this room ?”

You tilted your head slightly and looked at him as if the answer was obvious. “You’re always surrounded by others. I’m not really comfortable with too many people around. Even though they're close co-workers.”

“Friends.” 

You raised an eyebrow at his intervention. “What ?”

“You mean friends, right ?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds and Gekko wondered why you saw the other agents under such cold eyes.

“Maybe Iso, Deadlock.” You hummed. “And you, of course.”  

Gekko’s hand squeezed yours again. 

“What about the others ?”

“They’re colleagues—”

“But—”

“Gekko.” You interrupted him. “They are your friends. Not mine.”

Gekko let out a huff and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“And you’re okay with that ?”

Your eyes squinted a little. “Gekko, you’re a social butterfly. Being surrounded by people gives you energy. In my case, it drains me. And while people of your kind sometimes fascinate me, yes, I’m okay with that. And I’m not sad about it.”

You gently pulled your hand off his and stood up.

“Could you try understanding that for me ?”

He clenched and unclenched his now empty hand and watched you stretching your arms.

“Isn’t it cold to call others ‘co-workers’, though ?”

You momentarily paused your movements to look down at him.

“How would you call people you work with without being emotionally close ?”

Gekko stood up and started to stretch with you. “Fair point.” 

You two (three, let’s not forget Wingman) kept stretching quietly for minutes. Gekko was thinking as he looked at you closely. Neon and Jett would call him desperate, Yoru and Phoenix a simp but he did not care. He was happy with the evolution of his relationship with you. It started with staring you dreamily from afar to stretch with you while sometimes exchanging simple words.

“I’d like to thank you.” He suddenly said.

“You don’t owe me anything.” You lowered your arms and started to stretch your back. “But I’m starting to know you. You’re stubborn and you’ll do it anyway.”

Gekko grinned widely, his eyes filled with joy. “Yep. That’s me. And I’d like to ask you on a date.”

You stopped your movements and raised an eyebrow. “A date ?”

“Yeah. As a thank for all the, you know, the training. For teaching me your techniques, your knowledge and all that. Even if that was goddamn painful at first.”

“And that's not painful anymore ?”

Gekko paused for a moment then nodded, chuckling softly.

“Okay.” He huffed. “It’s still goddamn painful. But still. I’d like to thank you.”

“With a date ?”

“With a date.” He nodded. “You enjoy my company, right ?”

“Are you sure you want a date with me as a ‘thank you’ ?”

A sudden blush dusted his cheeks but his smile remained.

“Let’s say it's one of the reasons.”

Wingman was watching the interaction with an entertained eye.

“And could you do me the honor of telling me another reason ?”

You stopped stretching to stand straight. Gekko did the same, his smile still present.

“I like you.”

“Well you’re a masochist.”

The laugh that bursts out of Gekko's mouth was booming and shaking his body, loud enough to reverberate against the wall of the room and probably make anyone passing by the door jump in surprise. You watched him calmly as his laugh slowly faded. Wingman tossed a bottle of water at you and you took a few gulps and thanked him.

“Masochist with a loose screw, I see.” You hummed.

“I’ll take it.” He snorted. “So, what do you say ? Will you go on a date with me ?”

You took a few other gulps of water, your eyes still on him. He waited for what seemed like long minutes. Was he being too bold ? He liked spending time with you but he only had the training sessions. A date would be the perfect occasion to know you better.

“Why not ?” You finally said. “But don’t go thinking I’ll be softer during your training.”

Wingman jumped and chirped in joy, making Gekko chuckle again.

“I'm counting on it !” He said with cheeky grin. “I’m a masochist, remember ?”

You snorted and exited the room. 

Gekko hadn’t felt this proud in a long time. First, the mission, now you accepting to go on a date with him. Even though he was certain his friends will tease him, nothing could stop the joy that filled him at the moment. His smile was wide, his pupil dilated. You noticed that, of course. The excitement he tried so hard to hide didn't go unnoticed. You were fine with it, though. You found Gekko fascinating. Predictable at some moment, but fascinating. His company was enjoyable and warm. 

However, the evolution of your relationship with Gekko will be far from predictable in your eyes, but so enjoyable.

I really don't know how to write an ending that could satisfy me. It's like a curse that I have: the beginning is easy but never the end.

At the beginning, my brain goes like 'DO IT' but at the end it goes like 'Nah'.

Anecdote : I've practiced several martial arts since I was a kid. It's like a thing with my mother and each one of her children. (“As long as I am your mother, you, my child, will never be a prey.”— my mom) And as a martial artist, I can tell you that a violent shock to your solar plexus is not only painful, but it also desactivate automatically your capacity to stand on your feet. Your body just goes 'nope !'. The first time I received a hit on the solar plexus, I almost choked on my mouth guard and hurt my leg during the fall 🥲. Did it discourage me from practicing ? Nope ! But it is still a very...special memory.

Thanks again for taking the time to read until the end. I wish you a nice day/night !

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4401

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 Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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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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16.

OMNISCIENT Tiana was at work doing Bianca's nails for this upcoming event at WWE. She and Bianca were chatting and picking out dresses to match the color of her nails.

As they were doing that, Tiana turned her direction to someone pulling up to the shop; she didn't recognize the car.

But when she saw the person coming, she just rolled her eyes as Bianca turned her head, seeing that bitch Kehlani with a smirk on her face.

"Well, well, I didn't know you own this shop?" Kehlani said.

"Girl the fuck is you doing here?" Tiana asked as Kehlani threw her hands up in defense.

"I'm just here to get my nails done, girly pop; there's no need to get hostile." Tiana rolled her eyes while looking at Bianca.

Her eyes watched Kehlani walk around the place, touching stuff that she wasn't supposed to, and then she stopped seeing Polar Picks of her and Jey together.

She picked it up from the dresser. "These are cute. When did you all take them?" Tiana rolled her eyes, not answering her question because something didn't feel right. She grabbed her phone and texted Bianca.

IMESSAGE 💬 Tiana: girl something doesn't seem right. Breezy: wym? Tiana: she's just show up here randomly, ain't that weird and then she touching shit asking questions Breezy: yeah that's weird Tiana: If something goes down you got me right? Breezy: Ofcc Tink you know I got'chu

Tiana was finishing up Bianca's nails, curing the nails in the process as she went to position her hands into a pose to post on her Instagram page.

After doing that, Tiana began cleaning up her area and sanitizing it as Kehlani stood there in disbelief.

"Um, excuse me. I want my nails done, " she said as she put her hands out.

Tiana's facial expression scrunched up a bit as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

"Girl, I ain't doing yo' damn nails. Now get out. I got other clients coming," Tiana said sternly while continuing to clean up her area.

Kehlani stood there pissed as hell as she walked up on Tiana, but she had pushed her harshly, causing her to fall on the ground.

That's when they saw Malakai coming into the shop and "comforting" her while Tiana and Bianca stood there with their arms folded and rolled their eyes.

"Kai, I will have to' ass arrested for going against the restraining order." Malakai scoffed at her.

"Tink, you know you can't get rid of me, girl; I want you back, shit maybe have both of you." He said.

"Nigga fuck you." She cursed at him.

He walked towards her until Bianca came in his face pushing him away from Tiana, which pissed him off a bit as he grabbed Bianca up by her throat.

Kehlani ran up towards Tiana, trying to swing at her, but ended up getting snatched up by her as Tiana punched her in the face multiple times. She slammed Kehlani on the ground while getting on top of her, bashing her head on the ground.

Meanwhile, Bianca managed to break free from Kai's grip, grab her phone, and call Montez.

OTP Baby🩷: What's up mama? Boothang🫶🏽: Babe we need you here now like right now Baby🩷: slow down baby what is happening? Boothang🫶🏽: Malakai and Kehlani came up here starting shit he just choked me out and Tiana is beating the hell out of Kehlani so please hurry before things worse. Baby🩷: A'ight mama I'll be there quick just hold out a little bit longer.

CALLED ENDED.

After she ended the call, she saw blood on the floor. Hoping that Tiana didn't get hurt, she peeked to see what was happening between her and Kehlani, and to her surprise, Kehlani was on the floor bleeding while Tiana was still beating her brains out.

That's when Malakai took Tiana off of her and began dragging her by her hair, punching her in the face. Bianca was not having it as she pushed Kai off of Tiana, picking him up to do her KOD on his ass on the hardwood floor.

He groaned in pain, holding onto his back and going towards Tiana's aid as she saw blood dripping down from her face.

"Hold on, T Montez is coming, okay?" Bianca reassured her.

"You're just a broken bitch, Tink, and I blame your stupid ass friends for making you leave me." Malakai rasped while getting up from the floor.

He pulled out his gun, pointing it at both Bianca and Tiana, smirking in the process. "It's either you and Bianca die together or come with me." Tiana shook her head, standing up as she wiped the blood from her face.

"Fuck you, Kai; you are worth nothing to me anymore. I've moved on. Why can't you do the same?" She said, holding her stomach as she winced in pain.

"BECAUSE I LOVED YOU YO—YOU NEVER LOVED ME! HOW CAN A PERSON LIKE YOU BE SO PSYCHOTIC AND DELUSIONAL OF YOUR ACTIONS?!" Tiana cut him off before he could say anything.

"YOU ABUSED ME, PUT ME IN THE HOSPITAL, LET ALONE ALMOST KILLED ME THERE TOO IF I DIDN'T BE WITH YOU, AND NOW LOOK AT YOU THREATENING TO TAKE MY LIFE BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA BE WITH YOU!?" Bianca saw tears streaming down her best friend's face, along with blood.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, KAI! I HOPE YOUR ROT IN JAIL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She continued to scream as they saw Montez call pulling up.

Before Malakai could pull the trigger, Montez sucker punched him in the face while taking his gun away from him. His gaze fixated on his wife and his best friend, Tiana, seeing tears streaming down her face.

He noticed that she had a cut on her shoulder, probably from Kehlani cutting her with something sharp. Tiana held her head as she felt like she was going to faint. She almost fell, catching herself.

Her vision was getting blurry as she fell on the floor head first. That's when Bianca came to her aid, shaking her.

"Tiana! Tiana! Wake up! Montez, call 911!" Bianca pleaded as she held onto Tiana.

Montez knocked out Malakai as he grabbed his phone, calling the ambulance and the police.

✧.* BIANCA We were at the hospital, sitting in a chair, waiting to hear from the doctor about Tiana's current condition. I was so worried about her that I texted Jey about the situation, and he said he'd be on his way.

Meanwhile, Montez comforted me, telling me that she'd be okay and that she was a strong girl. As he was doing that, we saw the doctor walking towards us as we stood up.

"Doctor, how is she?" I asked.

"She's doing fine. She had a few cuts on her body, but she's fine," Doctor Knox said.

I sighed, relieved that Tiana was okay. "You guys can go see her now." We both nodded our heads as we walked towards her room.

As we walked to her room, we knocked on the door and heard her answer so we could come in. I ran towards her, hugging her, and she did the same for me.

"My god! T I thought you were a goner girl." I said.

"Yeah, me too. Is Josh coming?" She asked.

"He's on his way to see you," Tiana nodded, and the room became silent for a moment.

"He's going to get what's coming to him, T don't worry, man," Montez said, breaking the silence.

"I pray that he goes to prison after this."

"We hope so too, T."

✧.* I stayed with Tiana, waiting on Joshua, as we were watching TV together on the screen. That's when we heard a soft knock on the door. Joshua came in with Tiana's favorite flowers. She was so lucky to have him.

I saw Tiana giving him a faint smile as he placed the flowers down on the table. He dabbed up Montez before putting the flowers down on the table.

"I can take it from here, and you can go home and get some rest," Jey said softly, and I nodded my head.

"A'ight then take care of my bestie," I said.

"Will do, ma'am." I chuckled at him while grabbing my purse since Montez was driving.

I gave Tiana one last hug before Montez, and I left the room, leaving them two alone.

TIANA Me and Jey were lying down in the hospital bed together as I was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while watching a movie together.

I gazed up at him, admiring his features as his eyes were focused on the movie. He could sense I was looking at him while he gazed down at me with his hooded eyes.

I looked away for a second, fiddling with my fingers, hearing him chuckle as he grabbed me by the chin, making me look at him.

He was so handsome he didn't even know. Jey placed his lips on my thick ones, slipping his tongue inside as we passionately kissed each other.

'This man drives me crazy. Why are we doing this in the hospital?'

He pulled me on top of him, now straddling his lap as my fingers ran through his mullet, and we continued passionately kissing.

Our tongues were fighting for dominance; obviously, he won, taking off my grown in the process while taking off his hoochie daddy shorts, including his PSD boxers.

We pulled away from each other to catch our breaths for a moment. As I looked down at his hardened member, the tip of his dick looked so pretty staring at me.

"You sure you wanna do this in the hospital?" I asked.

"I mean, it'll be the first time doing something in public." Jey said.

SMUT WARNING.

"Mama, don't be so loud before they think I'm in here killing you," Jey spoke into your ear softly, almost in a teasing tone in his voice.

You couldn't even comprehend what he was saying as you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning loudly.

He covered your mouth with his hand, hearing footsteps walking down the hallway as he continued to give you slow, deep strokes that were driving you insane.

The footsteps faded away as he removed his hand from your mouth, placing it in front of your throat while giving you his punishing strokes.

"Fuck Josh..." you moaned softly while looking back at him.

"Yeah, lemme' see that pretty ass face, mama.." you bit the bottom of your thick lips while maintaining eye contact with him.

Your walls were clenching around his dick as a groan escaped his lips, giving your ass a slight smack. He used his other hand to push your back down, making your back more arched while digging his dick deeper inside of your wet cunt.

Your face was now smudged into the pillow, and you felt all of the pressure. You felt so overwhelmed by him.

"Shit baby your pussy is so good." He grunted as he sped up his pace.

Jey, like the way you were looking right now, bent over as he watched his dick slide in and out of your hole. He threw his head in pleasure while tucking his teeth into his bottom lip, watching you take his dick.

"D-daddy shit.." you tried to slow down his movements by putting your hand on his stomach, but he slapped it away, gripping your throat a little tight, not trying to hurt you.

"Take this fucking dick Tink." He cupped your breast fucking you deeply; this dick was making you feel like you were on cloud nine right now.

Jey was digging your shit out, not giving a damn about how you're feeling about how he's fucking you. Hell, he didn't even care about people hearing yall like he did before.

While he abused your pussy he let go of your throat, giving you a moment to breathe, gripping onto your hips and pounding into you.

"Joshhh god you're so deep inside of me fuck." You moaned. You were in a daze, feeling tired out.

"C'mon, throw that shit back on me, make me nut in this pussy, ma." You did what you were told to do matching his movements while throwing it back on him.

Skins were slapping against each other, along with y'all moans and groans sounded the room.

"This pussy feels good, Daddy?" Jey liked the way you were sweet talking to him as his eyes darkened while his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Fuck mama, this is the best pussy I ever been in girl keeping going mama I'm almost there." He rasped, seeing sweat dripping from his toned body.

You continue to throw it back on him despite your back hurting. You keep going just for him as he circles his hips to match your movements.

You felt your legs tighten as you looked back at Josh, who was gazing down at you. "You finna cum mama?" You nodded your head, feeling him spank you once again. "Use your words, princess; let Daddy know what's up."

"Fuck imma finna cum Josh, I'm finna cum." you warned him as his dick kept hitting your spot so good.

"Mhm c'mon, you got it, baby. Give me that shit." Jey demanded as he pushed his dick deep inside of you, hitting your cervix.

You let out a loud moan as you came all over him, coating his dick with your essence, but you knew he wasn't done yet.

He continued to give you these punishing strokes, trying to fill you up like filling the inside of a donut, throwing his head back while looking down at his view.

Your ass was his perfect view.

Slapping your ass a few times, causing you to winch a little watching his facial expressions change while he was in it.

"God, you're so perfect, Tiana...so perfect for me." Jey groaned, feeling his dick twitch inside of you.

After Jey gave a few more deep strokes inside of your gushy insides, he pushed his dick deep inside of you, filling you up well.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head as he groaned in the process. Pulling out of you and seeing his seed dripping out from you.

SMUT OVER.

Jey and I were trying to catch our breaths. I saw his tatted chest heaving up and down while mine was doing the same.

My legs were shaken violently as he took notice and rubbed my thighs, trying to calm them down from the intense orgasm I had.

"You okay, mama?" He asked.

"I'm fine, love. I hope we weren't loud." I said as me and him chuckled at each other.

✧.* JEY Tiana was discharged from the hospital while she was getting her bags before we headed out to the crib. I wasn't going to let this slide with ol' boy he's going to get was coming to him for doing this.

Kehlani, too. They had no right to come up there and mess with her. It did make me sad seeing her all stitched up from the cuts that she had.

We were in the car listening to some music from Tiana's playlist, and my gaze was fixed on her. She was quiet while looking out the window.

I know she is having flashbacks of being in a hospital again, knowing that he had done this before.

I firmly squeezed her left thigh, getting her attention as she looked at me.

"How are you feeling baby?" I asked.

"I'm okay, Josh. I just want to be with you and sleep. I don't want to think about what happened, " she said.

I nodded my head, understanding her and what she was going through with the crazy dude I interviewed. I pressed my fingers into hers, giving her hand a kiss and focusing on the road.

I saw her phone light up, and it seemed like a message as she unlocked it to see who had texted her.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🫶🏽🤭: Hey girl are you okay? I heard what happened. Tiana: Yeah, I'm okay but not mentally there if you understand Trin🫶🏽🤭: well you have us if you need someone to talk to including your future husband 💁🏽‍♀️ Tiana: stooop Trinity 😭😭😭 Trin🫶🏽🤭: what I'm just saying yall need to get married but first need to get that little boy Malakai is it? In jail. Tiana: i totally agree with you honestly. Trin🫶🏽🤭: imma let you go so can get some rest text me if you need anything okay? Tiana: I will 🫶🏽

We finally made it to my crib since she didn't want to go home as i turned off the ignition while getting out the car going to her side.

I opened her door for her, and she smiled at me as I walked out. I closed the door before pressing the button twice, making sure the doors were locked.

I couldn't help but peek at her ass cheeks, giving me flashbacks of what happened. We both walked inside the house as Tiana placed her bags on the couch while holding onto the wall and taking off her shoes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, scooping her up in the process. I walked towards the couch, sitting down, with her straddling on my lap.

She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, maintaining eye contact. Then, she lay on my tatted chest, listening to my heartbeat.

I turned on the TV, putting something on, and saw her gaze up at me. As I gazed down at her, I could read her facial expressions, which indicated that she wanted to vent to me about something.

"What's up mama?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing important, love." Tiana said softly while focusing on the TV.

I grabbed her by the chin, and she gazed up at me again with her innocent deer eyes. "You can talk to me about tink. I'm right here; you don't have to hide from me." Hearing her sigh in the process, she sat up straight.

"I'm just really tired of this, Josh; I'm tired of Kai messing with me, threatening my life and the people close to us. I hate feeling tortured by him looking over my shoulders, wondering if I'm safe. It's killing me mentally and emotionally, Josh." She vented, seeing tears forming in her eyes.

This broke my heart. I don't like it when she is like this. I grabbed her face, rubbing my large hands against her cheeks before placing a kiss on her thick lips.

"Princess, I promise I'm going to be there for you every single step of the way throughout all of this." I reassured her, kissing her lips one more time.

"I ain't going nowhere baby." She smiled at me while hugging me tightly, and I did the same.

"I love you so much Joshua." Tiana said.

"I love you too ma."

✧.* After I put Tiana to bed, I walked downstairs to the living room, grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and called Jon and Montez.

OTP Jey: we have to end this or things will get worst not only for Tiana put us as well. Twin📌: do you know where he stay at? Jey: yeah I do I looked on Kehlani's story seems like they're at his crib Montez: does Tiana know about this? Jey: Nah she doesn't but this dude deserves a beat down after what he did to her and Bianca. Twin📌: we all riding in the same car together right? Jey: yeah ofc I'll just come get yall fasho Montez: ight we will be waiting

CALLED ENDED.

I turned off my phone before grabbing my car keys as I headed out the door, locking it while I unlocked my car door, then went inside, shutting the door behind me.

I started the ignition switch on pulling out of the driveway to go pick up Jon and Montez because I needed this to end I want his ass in Jail. Hell, I even wish his parents to go to jail as well for letting him continue this shit.

If I had told her that I was on my way to beat the living breaks off her ex, she probably would've told me that it was a waste of my time and not to worry about him, but I couldn't when he put her in the hospital.

I was smoking a blunt that I had in my glove department, giving it a few puffs before putting it down and focusing on the road. I had a lot of things on my mind seeing her mentally exhausted from all of this.

I was going to do him bad give him all the pain that he gave to Tiana, Kehlani can see her way out of it.

I picked up Jon and Montez as we were all in the car together, smoking the same blunt I had in my hand, passing it around.

We pulled up at his crib, seeing them outside as I parked on the side of the house. I saw Kehlani and him chatting it up along with his boys; they both saw me come up on the porch with Jon and Montez.

"Jey? What the fuck are you doing here?" Kehlani questioned.

"Yo' ass might wanna head inside the house, Lani, unless you wanna get hurt," I said, fixing my gaze at Malakai.

She looked up at Kai and then back at me before heading inside the house, watching from the window. I walked up to him, standing my ground, eyeing him down.

"You better get out of my face, bum." He threatened as I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Nah fuck boy yo' ass is finna get handled after what you did to Tiana I pray yo' go to jail after I'm done with'chu." I pushed him harshly, causing him to fall on the ground.

His boys helped him up as he pushed me harshly, but I didn't move an inch as I gave him my right hook to the face seeing his boys trying to jump me, but that didn't work as Jon and Montez started beating the shit out of them.

I grabbed him up by the shirt socking him in the face as he tried to fight me off of him I was not playing around this time.

I looked up, seeing Kehlani's facial expression change into a fearful one. Knowing how I got, I felt him punch me in my stomach as I winched in pain "damn, this fool caught me slipping." Seeing Jon and Montez slamming them on the hard concrete floor.

Malakai punched me in my mouth as I held it, noticing blood that was on my fingers. He had busted my bottom lip, seeing him smirking.

"Yeah, bitch ass bum, how you like that?" Malakai taunted in a cocky tone.

I ran up to him, punching him in his stomach as well as in the face. Picking him up, I slammed him into concrete and started punching his head in.

He was covering himself knowing that he couldn't beat my ass like I can with him I got up from as I kicked him in his stomach harshly.

"I hope yo' ass go to jail after violating the restraining orders and for domestic violence." I rasped before spitting on him.

I saw Kehlani coming out with a gun pointing at me, which almost made me chuckle a bit at her while placing my hands on my hips.

"You goin' to shoot me, Lani? You barely even know this dude, and you wanna shoot me?"

"Fuck you, Jey. I told you I was sorry for cheating on you bu—but yo' ass continued to cheat and be on my ass about everything." I cut her off before she could say anything.

I knew that she didn't have the guts to shoot me. She was only doing it for him because I was whooping her "man's" ass.

Montez was able to grab the gun from her hand as he called the police. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, grabbed it from my pocket, and saw that Tiana was calling me.

I didn't pick up because I'd heard the police sirens coming this way as they parked their car in front of mine.

"Hello boys, what seems to be the issue here?" The Policemen asked.

We explained to them about the situation, and they understood entirely as they put Malakai and his boys into handcuffs, dragging them along to the back of their car.

They let Kehlani off the hook. For now, Montez gave the policemen Malakai's gun, and we all got in my car before I drove off.

After dropping off Jon and Montez, I finally pulled up to the crib, seeing the living room lights on. I knew that Tiana was up, probably waiting for me.

I turned off my ignition switch in the car, pulling my keys out in the process. I walked towards the door, unlocked it, and saw Tiana sitting there with her arms folded.

She stood up, walking towards my way, and I saw her wearing my long shirt along with her cheeky underwear on as she pushed me a little.

"Do you know how many times I was calling you Josh? What the fuck happened to your face?" She questioned me, monitoring the features on my face.

"I'm sorry, mama. I had to handle some things, ight?" I said, trying to read her facial expression; she wasn't buying it.

"Josh, don't play dumb with me. What happened?" I sighed, explaining to her the situation and why I hadn't answered her calls as she stood there listening to me.

She popped me upside my head as I winched in pain, giving her a stern look. "Damn, ma, you ain't have to pop me like I'm a damn kid now." I was rubbing the back of my head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak off like that without letting me know, Josh." Tiana said, pouting.

She looked cute pouting like that I just knew how to make it up to her. I scooped her up by her thighs, taking her upstairs to my bedroom.

I placed her gently down on the bed, pinning her down while gazing down at her.

"You know you look cute when you pout?" I said, kissing her on the lips.

"Whatever, you ain't slick boy." She said.

"Ion' know what you are talking about, mama."

She chuckled at me. "You tryna sweet talk me into some pussy aren't you?" I shrugged my shoulders at her.

"Maybe, maybe, not, mama, that's what you're thinking." She wrapped her arms around my neck as our faces were inches away from each other.

She placed a soft kiss on my lips gazing up at me I responded to the kiss grabbing her throat firmly sticking my tongue inside of her mouth.

I snaked my available hand towards her area, rubbing her now wet folds before sticking my finger inside of her.

"You know this dick be making you dumb mama." I said, continuing to rub her folds, sticking two fingers inside of her.

I saw her back arched at my touch as I stroked her pussy out with my fingers seeing her trembling.

"S-shit, Josh..." she moaned softly.

"C'mon lemme' beat that shit in."

Under Your Touch.

A/N: wow I hope Malakai finally gets what's coming to him and that is JAILLLL wonder how Kehlani is going to feel about it.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

Soooo, this doesn't have a title and im not sure if I'm even going to finish it but here it is. All the appreciation and love to @darqchilddaydreamz for helping me with this

Chibs sat on the plane quietly and bit his lip. He glanced over to where Fiona and Kerrianne were and while he was happy to have them around and spend time with them again, especially his daughter, he was worried about Y/N's reaction. They had fought for weeks before he left for Ireland and he hadn't really talked to her while he was gone. She had no idea he was bringing them back with him and that his family were now going to be living in Charming. Y/N  was going to lose her fucking mind and he could only hope to be able to talk her down. She was highly insecure about the situation with Fiona and she also couldn't stand the woman for what she had done to Chibs years back. She wasn't one to forgive and forget.

"You ok sweetheart? You've been really quiet since we left." Gemma's voice drew him out of his thoughts and he threw a weak half smile at her.

"Aside from the fact that Y/N is probably gonna leave me? I'm fucking great," he sighed. The last thing he wanted was to lose her, but he had to make sure that his family was safe. And now thanks to that bastard O'Phelan, Ireland was no longer safe for them.

 Gemma nodded over to where his family was sitting.

"You think Fiona is gonna start shit?"

"I think Y/N is. We were barely on speaking terms before I went to Ireland and I am not looking forward to any of what's waiting for me when we get home."

"Maybe if you start with the fact that you're now divorced she'll be okay."

"I fucking doubt it. I'm pretty sure I'm about to lose the only good I have in my life. Don't get me wrong I love the club and my brothers and you too of course but Fiona's always had a special talent for ruining my life and if I lose Y/N…”, his voice trailed off.��“I don't want to live without her Gemma."  

***********************

Y/N watched as everyone reunited, she was about to go to Chibs when she spotted Fiona and felt her heart drop. Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she turned towards the garage and walked away. It seemed pretty clear to her where her relationship with Chibs stood now that he had brought his wife and daughter back with him. She had found out while Chibs was in Ireland that she was pregnant and had planned to tell him when he got back but now she wasn't sure she should. She also wasn't about to stand there and listen to whatever excuses he had come up with on the plane ride home so she grabbed her bag from her brother's workstation and headed towards her car. She went to open the door when she felt it shut. Without looking, she knew it was Filip.

"Can we talk, love? I promise it isn't how it looks."

She shook her head and swallowed back her tears. "I don't wanna hear it."

"Y/N, let me explain before you do something we both regret. Please."

Chibs could feel the tears coming and it was getting difficult for him to breathe. He was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack and it didn't look like there was anything he could do about it. He knew her brother was watching them to see how it played out and he also knew that if Y/N began to cry, Tig wouldn't hesitate to start throwing punches.

"You don't need to explain anything. I'm not stupid so can I just go now?"

He thrust papers into her hands as soon as she turned around to face him.

"I'm divorced now, my love. Only reason they are here is because it's not safe for them to stay in Ireland anymore. Trust me darlin', Fi is just as pissed off about being here as you are. I know things between us haven't been good for a while but I love you more than anything. I don't want to live without you. I can't. You're the only good in my life aside from Kerrianne. Can we please just go back to how it was before? We could ride to Vegas and get married. Or do something here. Whatever you want."

"Getting married isn't going to solve our problems, Filip."

Chibs grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and hugged her like it was the last time he'd be able to touch her. He buried his head in her hair and whispered that he was sorry.

"I'll fix whatever I have to. Just tell me what to do."

Y/N didn't really want to be in Charming anymore and she knew if he knew about her being pregnant he would never allow her to leave. But she also didn't want to keep him from their child, and especially after what had happened with Kerrianne.

"I want to go home. Clearly, I don't belong here anymore" she gestured towards his girls.

[writingwhimsey]

Hi!!! Congrats for the 300 followers!!

You are an amazing writer and I love all your stories, really. Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your talent with us ❤️

If I can ask for a prompt..... since we just had Motonari being perfect as he is.. Can I ask for Clavis, super fluff Blind Date? 😆💜

Sorry it has taken me so long to get to this, but well, real life has gotten in the way. And I know I was supposed to originally work on Mitsuhide smut next, but...well with the way my life has gone these last few weeks, Clavis fluff felt better to me.

Alright so I am back! And here is some Clavis fluff (with a little bit of crack because well it's Clavis). I hope you enjoy!

Ridiculous Man

Emma took a deep breath as she stood outside the tavern. She looked down at the letter in her hand once again. “I still can’t believe I am doing this.” She muttered under her breath. 

“Don’t worry, I will be right there should you need assistance.” Cyran reminded her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“I still can't believe Clavis agreed that I should come meet this guy.” Emma said with a sigh. “I figured once he learned that I had a secret admirer, he would possibly be ready to fight the guy, not tell me I should agree to this blind date…not to mention what if this guy is a nut?”

Cyran gave her a sympathetic look. “Remember I am here as your guard.” He reminded her. “And if you want me to hit this guy, just give me the word and I will.”

Emma wasn’t sure why, but Cyran seemed VERY eager at that thought. “Well, I appreciate that. Hopefully it won’t come to that, though.”

Cyran nodded. “Alright, are you ready, my lady?”

Emma sighed and then folded the letter up and put it away. “I think so.”

The pair walked into the tavern and Emma headed towards the back, where a lone figure sat at a back table. Emma felt nervous as she approached the table, the man’s face hidden by a large bouquet of roses.

Once Emma stood at the table, she cleared her throat. “Uhm, excuse me…” She began and that was the moment the man chose to thrust the bouquet towards her.

“My darling, it is so good to finally meet you!”

Emma looked up from the bouquet, her eyes going wide upon hearing the familiar voice. She stood blinking as she looked up at that familiar handsome face. Her secret admirer was none other than her own fiance, Clavis…just wearing a fake mustache.

“I see you are speechless by my handsomeness and my token of my undying affection for you.”

“If you would like me to punch him, just say the word.” Cyran told Emma as he moved to stand beside her.

Emma shook her head. She then looked at Clavis. “Clavis, what in the hell are you doing?”

“I am not Clavis. My name is Clovis, though I admit that is very close. Of course that IS quite the compliment to think that I even remotely look as handsome as Prince Clavis…”

Emma sighed and shook her head. “CLAVIS.” She said, sternly. “Will you explain to me what is going on?”

“I am CLOVIS.” Clavis replied, wearing a grin. “And all that is going on is that I wanted to tell you how much I love and adore you and what an amazing woman you are all while enjoying the pleasure of your company.”

Emma sighed and then took a seat next to Clavis. She then looked over at Clavis, who was still grinning at her.

“I am glad to see you have decided to join me.” He was then gesturing to a waiter to bring them their meal and drinks. “I can’t believe that my lady is going to allow me to basque in her presence. And feel free to basque in mine as well.”

Emma started shaking her head and laughing. “Clavis, will you please take off that ridiculous mustache?”

“If you would like me to shave it off, I will, but that will take some time. And once again I am Clovis.”

Emma was then reaching up with her hand and quickly pulling off the mustache.

“Ouch!” Clavis said, frowning at her as the space the fake mustache once was, now began to turn red.

“Now, will you give up the charade?” Emma asked.

Clavis let out a sigh. “I see I can’t fool you. Of course, my lovely lover is so smart.” 

“Clavis, you weren’t fooling anyone with that disguise and you know it.”

“She is right.” Cyran said. “Though I really wish you would have done something differently. I was hoping she would want me to punch you.”

“We are good now, Cyran. You can take your leave.” Clavis said.

Cryan looked to Emma. “Are you good?” He asked.

Emma laughed. “Yes.”

Cyran nodded and then exited, leaving the lovers alone. Emma was then looking back at Clavis. “Now, will you please explain to me what this was all about?”

Clavis shrugged. “You’ve just seemed so overwhelmed lately with all of the studying you’ve been doing, I thought I would do something to give you a little break.”

“Can you also explain to me how this letter looks so neat?” Emma asked, holding up the letter. “This is NOT your handwriting. I can actually read it.”

“I had Cyran write the letters. I told him what to write, but it was by his hand.” Clavis explained.

“That makes sense.” Emma replied. “But now I am going to have to study twice as hard to make sure I can get caught up. I mean if we are to be married,I have to be able to play my role in the kingdom well…”

Clavis cut Emma off with a kiss, just a light peck to her lips. “And THAT is exactly why I wrote you these letters.”

“Hmm?” Emma asked, her cheeks reddening slightly from the unexpected PDA.

“Every word I said in those letters is true.” Clavis explained. “How smart and talented you are. How witty and funny and beautiful.”

“I still…”

“I wanted to remind you that you are amazing just as you are.” Clavis told her, his eyes warm with affection. “I wouldn’t fall in love with and marry just anybody you know.”

Emma felt warmth bubbling up in her chest. The premise of playing secret admirer and wearing such a terrible disguise were so funny…but the thought and feelings behind it were warm and sincere and genuine. She smiled and shook her head, laughter escaping her.

Clavis frowned. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

Emma looked up at him, nothing but love in her eyes. “It’s all utterly…but also terribly sweet…just like you.” She was then overcome by her own emotions that she didn’t care that they were in public. She leaned over and fully pressed her lips to his. “I love you, you ridiculous and sweet man.” She said when she pulled away.

Clavis gave her a smile. “Well, I am glad to see that my plan appears to have worked.”

“Only you could pull it off.” Emma replied. “Now, why don’t we enjoy this date you planned for us?”

“Yes, but I hope you know it ends with us going home and you not studying anything but me.” Clavis replied, a devilish grin on his face.

Emma giggled. She was then placing the fake mustache back in Clavis’s face. “Now now Clovis, you still have to win me over.”

Clavis chuckled. It appeared this was going to be a rather fun evening.

I wanted to add that this was inspired by a post that I saw. I think it was from @venulus or @mllorei or both and maybe even @violettduchess was on it about Cyran applying for jobs and it always turns out to be Clavis in a fake mustache.

[darkcrowprincess]

A Percy who did join Luke, who gets to sit on his lap during important meetings and learn all sorts of cool battle tactics from monsters who have lived and died for centuries and millenia.🩷

*Am I really going to write another drabble when I have a million wip drabbles unfinished in my tumblr drafts? Of course I am! You are feeding into my adhd procrastination you know! And I love it, keep doing it *

When Percy enters the room, all eyes turn to him. He can't help but have a flash of anxiety hit deep in his stomach at all the eyes. Both monsters and demigods a like sitting at the long table. The eyes were all expressing different things. Mostly distrust. It makes him want to walk right back out.

"Percy! Good your here! Come sit by me, we were just about to discuss battle strategies." A warm and happy voice says.

Luke is at the head of the table, and it's the happiest Percy has ever seen him. His eyes are only for him. They caress his form up and down. Appreciating the nice casual dark blue suit jacket and new jeans he bought for him(https://images.app.goo.gl/m6voL599mtzBLHWf9). It's both a gift from Luke, and for Percy to be a serious impression. Or at least that's what Luke says. Honestly Percy feels like Luke just wanted an excuse ogle Percy's form in nice fitting clothes(not that he minded, nope not at all).

Percy walks right up to Luke. Passing by quickly many monsters. Keeping his head held high and trying not to be nervous. When he gets to Luke, he sees Ethan and Silena sitting on Luke's right hand side. Silena smiles in reassurance. Ethan just frowns. Before he can pull out the lone chair on the left, Luke makes a big statement.

Without a word he pulls Percy to sit on his lap. Percy blushes red, making his tan skin tint rose on his cheeks.

Percy embarrassed, whispers in his ear, "What are you doing asshole?"

"Setting some boundaries. They fear me, now. So they have to know your off limits."

Percy wanted to punch Luke for it, but at the same time he also found it incredibly hot and cute how protective he was. No one besides his mom ever felt the need to be protective of him. Coming from Luke, someone he thought he would lose in the worst way possible. It was a bit of an ego boost. It made his decision to leave with him all the more satisfying.

Percy decides to make a statement to, turns Luke's face towards his and kisses him fully on the mouth in front of everyone. That quickly pulls back to whisper in Luke's ear.

"Fine but it works both ways. If I'm yours, your mine. Got it?"

Luke's pupils widen at Percy's words. He full on smiles, showing his teeth. Pleased and happy at Percy's declaration of devotion. A vow.

"Got it." Luke squeezes his thigh, that they turn back to face table.

"Alright let's get to work."

They spend the next few hours at the meeting on Luke's boat. Percy learn all sorts of cool battle tactics from monsters who have lived and died for centuries and millenia. He even adds a few bits of input and ideas himself(who would have thought, camp half bloods big hero would be here, willingly helping to destroy the gods?). All the while Luke keeps him on his lap. The statement clear for all to see. I'm his and he is mine, and fuck anyone who tries to hurt us.

@dark-emperor-ciska tell me what you think? I hope it's not too short. I hope you like it.

[toomuchracket]

matty seeing girlie *politely and professionally* cuss someone out in her lawyer mindset and it rlly gets him going

OOH OOH one time vee @abiiors and i talked about you and matty getting called into the school because elena punched a boy in the face because he was bullying her big sister - matty gets there first and has to listen to this obnoxious dad be like "your daughter broke my son's nose (she did not) i want discipline", all the while thinking Just You Wait Until My Wife Gets Here.

he swoons when you rock up in your work clothes and your heels (red lip optional but it would be so cunty i fear), and does his best not to smirk while you sit through listening to this fucking awful excuse for a father complain about how his son is an angel and would never do anything wrong and your daughters are feral and should be expelled with a raised eyebrow and folded arms, because he knows you're about to tear this arsehole a new one. you do, but in a lawyerly way; you literally pull handouts from your bag for everyone like "email transcripts from the past six weeks, detailing the problems your supposed angel of a child has ben causing my eldest daughter, beginning with a note from their class teacher to apologise for the bruising dylan came home with after he deliberately pushed her off a swing set and to inform us he would be duly disciplined in class, and hopefully at home too, as the email had been sent to you and your family as well. the rest of the transcripts are emails from myself to the class and head teachers, explaining that dylan has since been scared to go to school due to further bullying, and asking if something could be done about this rapidly escalating situation. i don't necessarily condone my younger daughter's actions, although i am proud of her for standing up for her sister, but if you had bothered to deal with your child's behaviour before now then she wouldn't have had to resort to violence to stop her older sister being targeted". the headteacher is (rightfully) mortified, the man is IRATE, and matty's not sure he's ever fancied you more in his life. and then he has to rescind that, because the man tries to pull the "oh, i'm sure my son's only acting like that because he fancies her!" card, and you just say "children learn behaviours, though - you implying that your son equates affection with violence also implies someone in the immediate family thinks so, too. in that case, maybe best to get social work involved. i'm sure they'd be very interested to hear that" - he's spluttering out denials (which don't sound too convincing), and you just stand up and say "i think we're done here. we'll speak to elena about her methods of tackling injustice. and i hope your son's bruising isn't too severe - we can testify from dylan's that arnica ointment helps, though. have a good weekend" and grab matty and leave. he keeps it together until you pick up the girls and take them home, and then he distracts them by putting spongebob on before he pulls you into the utility room and just kisses you until you're lightheaded; he pulls away like "i love you i'm in awe of you and you're so hot that if i don't go down on you in the next two minutes i might die. i'm not even kidding like you ended that stupid cunt. ENDED. sexiest fucking thing i've ever seen. please for the love of god let me make you cum" lol. you're like "you've only got eight minutes until the episode ends and the girls start wandering", and matty lifts you onto the counter and says "plenty of time" and yeah he's right he gets you off with time to spare. i do think the girls are maybe sent off on a last minute sleepover at uncle george's that night, though, lmao, so matty can show his appreciation of you a bit more thoroughly in peace. hot <3

[kanra-nakura]

[Fiction] From Caged Marines to Whitebeard Pirates - Chapter 13 pt. 3

~Two weeks after rescuing Yu’s island~

Luffy hummed, swirling the glass of punch with her hand, eyeing the people who were mingling and having fun with each other, while glancing at her discreetly (or as discreetly as they could) from the corner of their eyes.

She knows why they were eyeing her, after all, it’s not every day that a lonely 15-year-old girl, who had no family or friends surrounding her, joins a cruise that is filled with snobbish nobles. A few men couldn’t help but be attracted to the young girl, eyeing her forming voluptuous body, loving how her dress clung to her body.

The young D glanced down at her dress, hiding a sneer that tried to appear on her face, disliking how tight the upper part was. Luffy’s dress is a red off-shoulder, heart neckline, maxi-dress with a black corset over it (the young girl cursed the person who had created the corset, she could hardly breathe with it and it restricted her upper body’s movement, as well as how it made her still developing breasts pop up).

A black mesh shawl is hanging off her arms, something she requested when she realized how much of her skin would be showing due to the dress. Aside from that, she also has a genuine pearl drop necklace, with a ruby pendant hanging at the middle of it, on her neck with matching ruby earrings, her hair tied into a bun, and holding the bun together is a bridal hair comb, with rubies branching out, nearly covering the back of her head.

Everything Luffy’s wearing is basically screaming that she's rich when she didn’t even purchase them and was instead a 'gift'. At least that's what Sengoku had told her after ranking her up into a Lieutenant (to which she demanded not to be announced, at all), giving her a week's leave, though said leave is her spending it on a cruise and eat-all-you-can buffet at said cruise.  A reward, she was told, for finding out about the truth about Yu's island and bringing justice.

She appreciated the cruise but the dress, or dresses (she was given multiple), was not appreciated. Especially when it made Garp dote on and try to buy her more, trying to doll her up. (Luckily, Tsuru was there and actually managed to beat her fellow Vice-Admiral up before looking at Luffy and telling her to ignore the old man)

The young girl moved away from her spot, walking as gracefully as she could with her bare feet, something no one else could see considering the hemline of her dress was at least an inch away from the floor. She ignored how the people stopped and bluntly stared at her back the moment she passed them and the group of three guards following after her from a distance.

A glance from the corner of her eyes, Luffy could see how the guards' eyes were glued to her, before looking back up ahead and began to plan on how to lose the guards so that she wouldn’t feel suffocated. While unnecessary, for some reason, the Gorosei had assigned her guards during her leave and it’s bothering her, a lot.

The young girl continued to walk towards the door, before pausing when someone stood in front of he, which made her look up and blink at the sight of a drunk man standing and leering in front of her. She blinked once more, before stepping to the side when the man followed her action, blinking once more, the young girl repeated her action only for the man to do the same thing.

This had continued for a while and it attracted nearly everyone's attention, and it started to irk the young D, as well as her guards.

“Excuse me…” She spoke softly, and this caused shivers to run on the drunkard's body.

“Yessss?” He slurred out and took a step forward, breaching through Luffy’s personal bubble.

“... Can you please move aside?” She asked politely, leaning away from the man, even taking a step back when he went closer to her.

“Umm… why?” the man sniffed. “I thought *hic* we were having fun *hic*?”

“Kick his balls!” the voices of the Sea, Sky, and Wind rang out, especially when the man's eyes kept on drifting towards the young girl's chest. Luffy blinked and tilted her head to the side, unaware of what the voices meant or the man’s action. The guards, however, knew what the man had in mind based on his actions, and thus as one they took a step forward and stood in front of Luffy.

The young girl stepped back and watched as her ‘bodyguards’ lined up before her and seemingly talked with the drunkard in front of them. A glance over her shoulder revealed that the nobles paled at the sight, a look at the back of the guards revealed a symbol of the World Government, and that symbol isn’t something to mess with. Something they registered just quite recently. 

The drunkard in front of them, however, doesn’t seem to mind, especially when he’s so intoxicated and his eyes are always on Luffy, who eyes them, before stepping around the group and moving forward. As the man reaches out, trying to grab her hand, a guard blocks his way and Luffy successfully manages to leave the group and the room itself, ignoring the murmurs that sprung up, followed by the screams of the drunkard and their terrified gasps.

For Continuation please click here….

[emimothvine]

“And really shitty at that.” SHHHHHH. NO. I LOVE THIS. SHUSH. That one panel where it zooms in on his eye is my favorite - it looks so badass, and I can literally hear the anime zing sound effect in the background.

@emimothvine is the one to come up with the incorrect quote, I just drew it. And really shitty at that. But I hope you like it! Especially you Emi. I would love some feedback on it.

(click on the image for better quality)

Lmao there's the 4th panel. And then the rest of it lol. Anyways, the paper was a bit crumpled when I was erasing but all in all I turned out fairly well!

[multiplefandomwritings]

How to be a mum

pairing: reader x the grid (platonically), hinted Pierre Gasly x reader                              

warnings: swearing, assault (someone is punched in the face), description of injuries/bruises, throwing up, passing out, unconsciousness, mentioning of hospital, mentioning of crash

summary: Being the only female driver on the grid basically makes you everyone’s mum - and that with just in your mid-twenties.

notes: feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! Another part will follow, so let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

word count: 4.1k

Your parents had raised you to be a good, kind, caring and helpful person. Where you could, you helped other people out. On top of that, you were basically illiterate to the word no, it was almost impossible for you to tell other people no. No matter the time or the troubles it cost you, you were always there for others. Essentially, that meant little time to yourself, which you didn’t mind most of the time. You loved helping people, and it made you happy.

So, when you were promoted to Formula One, you almost immediately become the mom of the grid. All the drivers, despite some considerably older than you, needed help or supervision. It was like a crazy playhouse and sometimes you felt like you were the only sane and responsible person. It was a menace, someone always needed something. But then again, you loved to help, and you collectively adopted all of them. Metaphorical, of course. But the last weeks were a lot, maybe too much, and you were exhausted. The different time zones had taken their toll on you.

However, when your friends ask you to join for a night out, you agree. It is the Thursday before the race weekend, and Charles, Pierre, Carlos, and you went out to grab some dinner. Mexico is warm and full of life and buzzing, and you had spent an hour looking on the internet for the perfect place to go.

When you arrive there, you are happy to have Carlos with you, as he speaks Spanish. You sit down, you talk, life is good, and you enjoy spending time with your friends. Until suddenly, Charles whinges – he had cut himself God knows how. “Let me see!”, you demand and he shows you the cut on his finger. It isn’t very deep, but it is bleeding a lot. You get your purse, rummage in it for a minute, and pull out a band aid. “You are full of wonders!”, Carlos chuckles while you wrap up Charles finger. “All done!”, you say and plant a gentle kiss on the band aid. Charles blushes and you laugh. “I am sorry, my mum always used to do it to me, so it is a force of habit!”

After dinner, you all enter the car. Charles makes you sit in the passenger seat, even though you would have preferred to sit in the backseat and close your eyes for a bit. But Charles insists, arguing that you give directions the best. So, of course you stay awake and make sure that all of you will arrive safely in the hotel. Before Charles pulls out of the parking lot, you turn around. “Any music wishes you gu-“, you are about to ask, when you realize something. “Put you goddamn seatbelt on, Pierre!”, you scold the guy in the back seat. “Yes mum!”, Pierre jokes, but puts his seatbelt on. Carlos and Pierre request some songs, and the way back is actually quite fun as well.

When you arrive, you say your goodnights and then you are finally on your way to up to your room. You want nothing more than sleep and are already laying in bed in an oversized shirt and short pants when someone knocks on your door. You get up and look through the peephole. In front of your door is Mick and he looks miserable. So, you open the door - of course you do. “I don’t have a seat for next season, they screwed me over!”, Mick says, his voice is breaking. You let him in and end up spending of your night consoling the younger driver. You hold him, let cry, gently play with his hair until he falls asleep. You fall asleep not long after him, holding the blond boy in your arms.

Micks alarm rings painfully early. He blushes and apologizes when he realizes that he fell asleep in your arms, but you wave it off. Once he left, you shower and get ready for your breakfast date with Pierre. Pierre and you had become closer in the last months, and sometimes spending time with Pierre was the only time where you could properly relax. “Good morning!”, you greet the Frenchman, and he engulfs you in a hug. “Are you okay, you look tired.” “Yeah, sure, I am okay!”, you assure him. You enjoy the breakfast; Pierre makes you laugh a lot. Afterwards, the two of you get ready and drive to the track together for Friday testing. You carry a huge bag out of the room and Pierre just laughs before he takes it for you.

The testing goes well, all in all. The car is good this season, you might even land on the podium this weekend. But then again, you are happy when everyone crosses the line safely. And you are always happy when your friends are on the podium, maybe even happier than if you stand there yourself. Sometimes you wonder how you made it this far – while you were competitive and scored good results, you were not as fierce in your ways as most of the other drivers. Still, you managed just fine, and many people saw great potential in you.

After the testing, you hug your teammate, Lando. “You seem to really have gotten the hang on the car, I am proud of you!” He smiles at you. “Thank you, y/n!” You glance down at your phone. „By the way, I think you should get going. You have an interview in 15 minutes!“ He nods. „Oh yeah, thank you for reminding me!” You wave it off. “No problem, and now go! I will see you later!” You rush the boy out of the garage, then you are on your merry way to look for Checo. The man had invited you to stay with his family for dinner and for the night and since you adored his children, you had happily agreed. You carry the bag, that is full of presents for his kids, and a thank you present for Checo and Carola.

“Checo!”, you call out to the older driver. He lights up when he sees you. “Hola, corazon!” Most of the drivers call you nicknames because you are that close with them. Checo for example is like an older brother to you. He pulls you into a hug. “Ready to go?”, he asks you. “Give me one minute, I need to say hi to Max, otherwise he is offended again!”, you laugh and walk deeper into the Red Bull Garage. “Verstappen!”, you yell and like a demon summoned he appears immediately. “Y/n!”, he exclaims, smiling widely. You hated that everyone always painted Max to be an asshole while he really was a ray of sunshine if you were able to gain his trust and friendship. You greet him with a kiss on the cheek and talk to him briefly before you leave together with Checo.

Carola already stands in the door when you arrive, and you practically sprint out of the car to engulf her in a tight hug. “Hola!”, she says laughing and motions for you to come inside. You excitedly bubble to her before you spot the three little kids and you heart becomes even fuller. They almost attack you with love, you speak to them in the few Spanish sentences you know, giving out presents. When they run off to play with the new toys, you turn to Checo and Carola and hand them their presents. “You are too kind, y/n”, says Carola and the three of you hug again.

After dinner, you help bringing the kids to bed, tucking them in, trying your best to read the Spanish children’s books, which results in giggles from all sides. When the kids are asleep, Checo, Carola and you sit up with a glass of wine. You get to bed not too late, and the next morning you and Checo drive to the circuit together.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is warm on your face and life is buzzing around the paddock. The moment you exit the car, you are swarmed by fans. You sign their stuff, take some pictures, answer questions. You can hear the cameras click. Even though you had been in Formula One for two years now, you were somehow still more often than not the star of the show. Often it was praise, sometimes it was stupid comments, sometimes gossip. By now, the media had attached an alleged affair to you paired with any driver. It was quite fun actually, sometimes you and your friends teased the media. Going out for dinner with Charles on Monday, Lunch with Daniel on Tuesday, going for a walk on Wednesday with Lewis, partying on Thursday with Max, having a late breakfast in the sun on Friday with Lando. Acting like you just got caught. It was the funniest shit in the world to you.

Qualifying went good for you, for Lando as well. You had gotten everything out of the car, and that makes you content. When you drive into the paddock, you are happy and bubbly, spreading good mood. That is, until you look at the little screen in the garage and spot Esteban crashing into the wall. “Oh god, is he okay?”, you breath out before you rush to the medical quarters. The medics tell you that he has to go to the hospital to be checked out thoroughly.

„I will go with him!”, you say without hesitation. Since none of his family was there, you offer to go to the hospital with him, no questions asked. On the ride there, you hold his hand and whisper words of encouragement to him. When you arrive, he is taken by the doctors, and you have to wait. As soon as the doctors tell you that he is and will be okay, you call his family to tell them the good news. When you can go in the room with him, Esteban looks a lot better. You pull him in a gentle hug and make sure that he arrives by his hotel room safe and sound.

By now it’s the middle of the night and you sigh. In a few hours Yuki and you will meet in the gym because he has asked you to show him some meditation and yoga tricks that would help with his mindset. You promised to show him before the race so that he could use it right on track. You decide to sleep the three hours you would get and go to your room.

You wake up feeling completely exhausted. On top of that you had overslept, so you decide to skip breakfast and just head straight down to meet Yuki. It is quite fun, and you feel a bit refreshed. However, by the time you arrive at the track, you find yourself in a low. You are very well aware that you possibly shouldn’t participate in the car, your lack of sleep endangering you and the others. You go to your driver’s room, splash water in your face and then you meet up with your personal trainer. Somehow, you find whatever concentration is left in you, and channel all of it. When going over one last reflex training and everything goes well, you are feeling a bit better about participating. And you are right. You even score in the points, which makes you happy.

After the race, you are scheduled for an interview. Arriving a bit early, it is not your turn yet. Charles is still being interviewed. You watch Charles doing his interview, and for once it seems like you are graced with one minute of peace. Until you suddenly hear someone yelling. “Charles!” “What is that?”, Charles asks and looks just as confused as you. You find the source of the scream before he does. Daniel stands on the balustrade of a roof close by, shouting and waving. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Be careful, for fucks sake!”, you scream up to him, before you are on your merry way to drag him down there with your bare hands, if you have to.

You manage to get him to step down after a few more shenanigans. You rush down again, arriving just on time for your interview. It is actually a respectful interview for once, the interviewer showing genuine interests for your driving and not for anything else. Somehow, despite your tiredness, you are the best version of you, joking with the interviewer.

After the interview, the debrief happens, and then you head straight to the hotel. Your flight was going tonight because you want nothing more than a few quite days and nights in your own apartment. Pierre had offered to drive you to airport, which you gladly accepted. When you get out of the car, Pierre exists as well and pulls you in a hug. “Get some rest, Cherie, you look tired!”, he tells you and you grin crookedly. “You don’t even know, Gasly!” The two of you hug, and then you are on your way back home.

When you step into your apartment, you almost start to cry. You are so relieved, and you look so much forward to just sleep. You will only spend three days before you have to leave for the next race again, but you full on intent to spend most of that time in bed sleeping and relaxing. You order some take-out food and head to bed right after. Everything is good, until your phone wakes you up in the middle of the nights. It is around four in the morning, and you groan. Max´s name shows up on the screen. You wonder how the fuck he managed to get back to Monaco as quickly as you. You pick up, of course you do.

“Heyyy!”, slurs Max and you know what he wants before he can say something. “Where are you?”, you ask, already half out of bed, “I will come and get you!” You arrive at the club half an hour later, a bottle of water and a bucket with you. You get out of your car, and look for Max. You find him in an alley next to the club, surrounded by two guys. Speeding up, you step in front of Max the moment before one of the guys throw a punch at him. Instead of Max, the fist hits your face, and you almost fall over. You shake your head, and stare down the guy who profoundly starts to apologize to you. You scoff. “I suggest that if you don’t want me to call the cops on you, you get the fuck out of here!”, you threaten, and they leave immediately.

You sling Max arm over your shoulder and manoeuvre the drunk man to your car. He is slumped over, his body weight seems to have doubled, and your face is throbbing. He doesn’t seem to realize what just happens, and instead throws up on your shoes. You have to take them off and drive home with just your socks. Somehow, you manage to get him all the way to his apartment, where you make sure that he drinks some water. He falls asleep as soon as he hits the pillow and starts to snore. You prepare him breakfast, place water and painkillers on his nightstand, and make your way back home – still in socks. When you arrive home, you text him about the breakfast. Your face still aches, and when you look into the mirror, a big purple bruise is already forming, and the skin around your eye is turning darker by the minute. You groan – it would be a pain to cover that up.

You get back to bed, but you cannot really sleep. Your head is killing you, so you get dressed, put a hoodie on and big sunglasses. Luckily, no one sees you in the streets, and you arrive at the doctor’s office without any incidents. The doctor knows you - ever since you lived in Monaco, you came here. He examines your face and tells you that most likely you have a mild concussion, which explains the headaches. He tells you to rest a bit, and if you do that, racing wouldn’t be problem next weekend. You thank him, pick up some of the recommended painkillers, some make-up to hide the bruise and then you go back to your apartment.

You have two more hours of sleep, before your phone rings again. Daniel asks if you want to go and have breakfast with him because him and his girlfriend are having troubles and he needs someone to talk to. You assure him that you can be at his place in latest an hour. You get up, jump under the shower and afterwards you manage to cover up the mark. On the way to his place to pick up some groceries for the breakfast. Half an hour later, Daniel lets you in his apartment and you talk for what feels like five hours. You barely eat for breakfast, the headache and a nauseous feeling overwhelming you. Daniel doesn’t realize, he is just happy you are here, and you are more than happy to help.

This evening, you don’t get to bed as early as you had wished, because you talked with your family and your best friend. You firmly tell yourself, that you would sleep most of the day tomorrow before you would head to the next race. However, your plans are crossed, when Charles calls and asks if you can help him buy a present for his girlfriend. Of course, you accept and spend most of the day out with Charles, visiting different shops and boutiques. When you get home, you pack your bags and go to bed, because you have to get up early to leave for Brazil. You were already not looking forward to the time difference, not knowing if your body could take it.

Lando, Charles, Pierre, Daniel, Max, and you had decided to take the plane together. It was usually more fun than flying alone, but this time you wouldn’t have minded. A bit of peace and quietness would have been nice. However, when you see the boys on the airport, you are happy. They are your friends after all, and you loved them dearly.

“I am hungry!”, Lando whines almost as soon as you board the plane. He sits on the opposite side of you. You knew that this was going to happen. You open your bag pack and whip out 6 neatly packed lunch packages. “I gotcha!”, you tell him and throw him one of the packages. It contains two sandwiches, some cut vegetables and some small snacks. You know all their diet plans, so every package was a bit different. You had gotten up extra early that morning to make sure all of them had something, knowing that they would possibly forget to prepare something.

Lando thanks you profoundly, and you just smile at him. You loved the boys, even though it wasn’t always easy with them. You are still wearing your sunglasses, because the bruise around your eye had become even darker, and your unprofessional attend at make-up didn’t cover it properly anymore. You are not ready to show the boys, because you don’t want them to worry, and you don’t want Max to feel guilty. He had texted you that he remembered parts of the night, and that he remembered how you stepped in front of him. You had assured him that you were fine. Lost in your thoughts, you drift to sleep, your sunglasses still on.

You are awoken barely 30 minutes later by loud music. You almost jump out of the seats, the boys laughing. “Very funny”, you murmur, but have to smile a bit. It could’ve, maybe should’ve annoyed you, but you were not one to hold grudges. “Why are you still wearing your sunglasses, mon ange?”, Pierre teases you and you shrug your shoulders. “Because it looks cool!”, you argue half-heartedly. Before you can react, Pierre pulls them off your head and gasps in the same motion. You try to cover your face with your hands, but it is too late. Pierre´s reaction has drawn all attention on you. “Jesus, what happened to you, y/n?”, Pierre asks, all teasing has left his tone. “Nothing”, you are quick to lie. “Didn’t look like nothing!”, he sounds a bit angry, and you sigh. You remove your hand from your face and show him and the others.

“Oh my God!”, breathes Max out, “So something happened after all?” You sigh again. “Nothing bad, it is just a bruise and a blackeye!” Daniel shakes his head. “You should have told us!” “I know!”, you defend yourself, letting your shoulders hang, “I just didn’t want you guys to worry!” In this moment the guys realize that maybe sometimes they need to take better care of you as well. However, the scope of your state is not yet fully obvious to them.

After you told them the story, Max apologises again, and again, but you wave it off. “Max, I would do that again any day, you are like a brother to me”, you give him a warm smile and hug him. He looks like he feels a bit better, your head on the other hand is killing you. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you throw up once. You brush your teeth, put some water in your face and tell yourself to get your shit together. When you return, you sit down again. Pierre sits down next to you, opens up his arms and you gladly accept. Daniel puts a blanket on you, and you sleep the rest of the flight in Pierre’s arms.

You wake up feeling a tiny, tiny bit better. The weekend goes by. You again sleep too little - one of the boys always needing something that you were happy to help with. The devil works hard, but you really worked harder. Qualifying went better than ever and you wondered if you maybe should always need to drive sleep deprived. On Sunday, you almost fall asleep in the meeting before the race, and you know you should probably just cancel the game. But you sit down in the car anyway and start to race.

“P1, I repeat, P1! Y/n, you did it! Your first win!”, screams one of your team members over the radio. You whoop and pump your fist in the air. “Can I do donuts, please?”, you beg, and everyone laughs. You do a couple, and then you drive to your garage, where everyone jumps in your arms, and you cry tears of joy. “Yes, yes, yes!!”, you yell over and over again. On your way to the podium everyone congratulates you, as there is not a single soul on the grid that dislikes you. You had even managed to woo Christian Horner with your kind nature.

When you step on the podium, Max and Charles are there, and you spray each other with champagne. At the end, they lift you on their shoulders, and the fans are going ballistic. You take another sip of the champagne and realise that this might have been a mistake. You feel terrible dizzy all of a sudden when you step down from the podium. Downstairs, Lewis and Seb wait for you. They are about the only guys on the grid that don’t need your help, and act like your parents, rather than the other way around. “Good job kid!”, says Seb and pulls you in a tight hug. Lewis ruffles your hair and grins. “You deserve that win, now go celebrate!” You nod and start your walk to the McLaren paddock. The cameras follow you; you smile and wave for them and for the fans.

At the paddock, all of your friends wait for you. While you are excited and want to get to them as soon as possible, your legs feel incredible heavy and wobbly at the same time. You reach Pierre, who lifts you up and spins you around, which is really not good for you. When he sets you on the ground again, you grab his arms and have to hold onto him. You feel like the ground below you is an ocean, and among the waves you cannot plant your feet there properly. You look up at Pierre. “Pierre”, you whisper, “I think I am about to pass out.” With that, you slump down in his arms. He tries his best to hold you up, slinging his arms around you, keeping you safe and warm. As soon as the others realize, something is wrong, a wall of people is built around you and miraculously, the media misses the fact that you are unconscious in Pierre Gasly´s arms. At least for now.

[chvoswxtch]

knight in black leather & denim

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you get into a little trouble walking home drunk from a party, but lucky for you, a handsome stranger saves the day.

warnings: cursing, drinking, weed use, mentions of sexual harassment (if this makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip!)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thank you so much to the lovely @boeutiful for the idea for this fic, & letting me run with it! as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

I shouldn’t be here. I never should’ve come. Why did I come? I could barely hear my own thoughts over the music that was blasting throughout the entire house. I could practically feel the vibrations of the heavy bass thudding against the floor through the stems of my heels. The entire house was packed with faces I didn’t recognize, I wasn’t even sure if everyone here actually even went to Hawkins High. I’d had two cups of god knows what from that punch bowl, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

I could feel a light layer of sweat starting to form on my forehead due to the overwhelming heat in the living room. There were so many bodies packed in together, it felt like I couldn’t breathe properly. I somehow managed to force myself through the crowd towards the front door, silently escaping into the cooled haven of the night. As soon as I stepped outside, I eagerly greeted the autumn chill that nipped at the exposed skin of my shoulders and continued its relentless path down my naked legs. Didn’t I bring a jacket? I groaned as I glanced at the heavy wooden door behind me, contemplating how much I actually loved the jacket I had brought. 

I rubbed at my temples as I tried to will away the haze and focus on what I was doing. The front lawn was littered with even more people and discarded cups. I don’t belong here. I was not a party girl. I was not a social butterfly. In fact, this was the first non-birthday party I had ever gone to in my entire high school career. And why did I choose tonight of all nights and this party of all parties? Jason Carver. He had invited me, and I stupidly thought the invite was genuine. Of course I realized it wasn’t by the look of surprise on his face that I had actually shown up. I had tried to play off my hurt feelings, grabbed a cup and attempted to try and at least have a good time, but it was hopeless. This simply wasn’t my scene.

I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm as I started walking, or more like stumbling, down the sidewalk. I’m pretty sure my house is this way? Wait, how did I get here? I groaned internally at my drunken state. Pathetic. Two drinks. That’s all it took. This is why you don’t go to a party alone, idiot. 

“Stupid Jason. Stupid party. Stupid dress. Stupid heels. Stupid Y/N.”

In the midst of my drunken rambling, I hadn’t noticed the house and the blaring music fading in the distance behind me. I also apparently hadn’t noticed the cop car on the opposite side of the street that I had just stupidly stumbled by.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

I froze when I heard a gruff voice calling out to me. I slowly turned around to see two police officers leaning against their squad car, arms crossed over their chests as they stared at me. My heart started to thud in my chest as one of them waved me over with two fingers. Oh shit.

“You coming from that noisy house a few blocks away? There’s a party going on, isn’t that right?”

“I-um..yes s-sir. I..I was just going home.”

“Bet there’s some underage drinking going on over there, huh? You been drinking ma’am?”

“I..um..I-please. I really don’t want to get in trouble. I don’t normally go to those things. I..this is my first time. I swear. I-I’m a straight A student. I’m not a partier.”

“Yet you’re stumbling home drunk from a party?”

My heart was pounding against my chest and anxiety flooded my entire system. I glanced frantically between the two officers. One of them looked to be in his late twenties, while the other had to be closer to late thirties. They both wore stern expressions that made me shiver. I tried to appear as sober as I could, racking my brain for anything I could possibly say or do to get out of this without being arrested. 

“How old are you?”

“E-eighteen, sir.”

The younger cop’s mouth suddenly curled into a sinister smile that had me completely unsettled. There was a wicked glint in his gaze as he turned to face his partner whose lips morphed into a crooked smile of his own.

“Hear that? At least she’s legal.”

The suggestive tone of the man’s voice coupled with the predatory gaze in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of me. Neither of them even tried to hide the shameless wandering of their eyes. I instantly regretted wearing such a short and revealing simple black dress to get Jason’s attention. I regretted even more not bothering to go inside for my jacket. I had nothing to shield myself with. Think. Think. Think.

“I..I think I should call my parents, s-so they can come get me. I know you have to tell them that I was drinking..so..we should p-probably call them.”

“Didn’t you hear me, princess? You’re a legal adult. No reason to get your parents involved when you’re a grown woman.”

There were goosebumps covering my entire body, but it wasn’t due to the cold. I glanced between the two men, uneasiness burning through my veins as I tried to assess the situation. I could run, but that would probably make it worse. They were most likely faster than me, and had a car. There was no way I could outrun them, even if I wasn’t buzzed and in heels. I also was not the kind of girl that ran from the police. I wasn’t a rule breaker. Hell, I’d never even had detention. I was obedient to a fault, a good girl. 

“Come here. Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs.”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the younger man’s words and I felt my mouth go dry.

“W-what? Am I being arrested?”

“Well, that depends on you princess. But, we do need to search you.”

“Search me?”

“For drugs. Sure you look all sweet and innocent, but how can we be sure?”

The older man shot me a wink and I felt bile rise in my throat. The sound of my heels clacking slowly against the cement was the only noise on the otherwise empty street. I glanced around at my surroundings as I approached the car. There were a few dark houses on the street. I could scream, but would anyone hear me? They’d probably slap their hand over my mouth and shove me into the back of the car before I even had a chance to.

I rose my shaky hands up to place on the hood of the car, spreading my feet apart just the slightest. I swallowed thickly as I tried to glance at them over my shoulder.

“Officers, please. I..I don’t do drugs. I swear. You can drug test me if you want. But..I..I did see drugs at the party, I think. I..I’m honestly not sure what they look like. But at the party-”

The younger cop let out a low whistle as he shoved his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs apart even further. I grabbed onto the hood of the car tighter and felt panic begin to rise in my chest.

“I can’t believe your parents let you out of the house looking like this. This little dress leaves nothing to the imagination, you know that princess? I’m not sure where the hell you would even hide drugs under this. But, I gotta do my duty.”

I could hear the pretentious grin in his words. My entire body tensed when I felt his fingertips brush against my thigh just under the hem of my dress. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I squeezed them tightly shut. 

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

“Evening officers. Having a nice night?”

My head whipped in the direction of the voice that had halted the cop’s movements. My lips parted in surprise to see a boy around my age standing in front of the cop car with his hands crossed over his chest. He was tall, and had long brunette curly hair that perfectly framed his face and settled at his shoulders. He wore black ripped jeans, what looked to be some kind of band shirt, and a black leather jacket with a denim vest over it. My eyes were drawn to the belt that was secured with a pair of handcuffs and the numerous rings lined on his fingers that gleamed underneath the streetlight. Even though his words had been directed towards them, his large brown eyes were focused solely on me. I found myself shivering under the intensity of his gaze.

“Get the hell out of here, Munson. Unless you want us to search you, and we all know you’re holding. So unless you wanna spend the night in jail, fuck off.”

The corners of the boy’s full lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, showcasing a perfect set of dimples as he raised his hands up in surrender and took a step towards the older cop.

“No need. I don’t sell anymore, scout’s honor. Just gonna have a smoke break. Don’t mind me.”

I gasped in surprise when he pulled a joint out of his pocket to place between his lips. He quickly retrieved a lighter from his other pocket, bringing the flickering flame to the tip of the stark white paper, and inhaling until a fourth of it had been burned. As he leaned against the hood of the car, he blew a thick cloud of smoke in the direction of the two men, the undeniable scent of weed lingering in the air. 

The younger man that was standing behind me quickly rushed to stand in front of the boy, clearly enraged by his antics.

“What the hell is the matter with you, Munson? Smoking a joint in front of two cops? Are you a fucking idiot?”

The brunette’s dark browns knit together as he grinned playfully, holding up the rolled piece of paper between his index finger and thumb as he pretended to survey it carefully.

“Oh shit, you’re right. My bad. I thought it was a cigarette. Must have gotten my products mixed up. That’s bad for business, those jocks are gonna be pissed.”

The grin on the boy’s face stretched even wider at the furious looks on the two men’s faces. I was absolutely dumbfounded by the stranger’s boldness. The longer I stared at him, the more familiar he seemed. Do I know him from somewhere? I clamped my hand over my mouth in shock when he stretched his hand out to offer the joint to the two officers.

“What do you say boys, wanna hit? Take the edge off?”

The older man snatched the joint from his hand and threw it onto the ground, grabbing his shoulder and dragging him up to his feet. The younger cop had already pulled his handcuffs out, shoving the stranger’s front against the car as he began to clasp the metal restraints around his wrists one by one.

“That’s it, Munson. You’re under arrest. Don’t think you’re only getting one night in jail after this shit you just pulled.”

The grin on his face never faltered, even as the handcuffs were secured around his wrists. I was completely frozen in place. My buzzed brain was still trying to process what was happening. Did he..do that on purpose? For me?

The boy turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, flashing me a wink and a charming smile. 

“Looks like you boys got your hands full tonight.”

The stranger tilted his head to the side, motioning for me to make a run for it. I glanced around at my surroundings momentarily, but found my eyes drawn to him once again. I was completely entranced by him. Why would he do that for me? I furrowed my brows as I stared at him, opening my mouth to say something, but he simply motioned for me to leave again. I turned around and began to speed walk in the other direction, but stopped when I reached the stop sign. I turned back around to see the two cops trying to shove him into the back of the cop car.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

All three heads turned in my direction. The two cops looked stunned, seemingly having forgotten that I had been there in the first place. The stranger on the other hand was grinning madly.

“Eddie Munson, angel. Although you probably know me as the ‘freak of Hawkins’.”

My eyes widened once realization hit me. My knight in black leather and denim was big bad Eddie “the freak” Munson. The notorious drug dealer and alleged cult leader of Hawkins High. I had heard stories about Eddie, but I had never actually seen Eddie. How come no one ever mentioned how hot he was? I bit down on my bottom lip and giggled at the situation I was in, smiling as I waved over at my savior.

“See you later, Eddie.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and an overwhelming sense of guilt. I had thought about Eddie my entire walk home. I still couldn’t believe he purposefully got arrested just to get those creeps away from me. I wrestled with my guilt all morning as I thought about marching down to the police station and telling the chief everything. But, that also meant confessing my own sins. After another hour of torturing myself with endless worst case scenarios, I grabbed my keys and headed straight for the Hawkins Police station. I tried my best to remain nonchalant, but truth be told I was critically on the verge of having a panic attack as I smiled at the receptionist.

“I need to see Chief Hopper please.”

Half an hour later, I was taking my first breath after a very long winded explanation of the events of the previous night and was nervously fiddling with my fingers as I waited for the brooding chief to speak. The silence that filled the office was suffocating, and I grew even more anxious at the sound of seconds ticking by on the clock. Chief Hopper stared at me with a hardened gaze, his jaw set in a harsh line. After what felt like forever, he let out a deep breath and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk.

“Let me get this straight. You went to a party, alone, and got drunk. And not only did you break the law by drinking underage, you didn’t even check or ask what it was you were drinking.”

“I..yes.”

“And then you walked home. Alone. Drunk.”

My heart was thudding against my ribcage as I stared into the chief’s steel blue gaze. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment as I processed his words.

“I..um..yes. It was stupid, I know that.”

“Yeah, not to mention dangerous.”

“Look, I’m really sorry Chief Hopper. I should never have gone to that party. It was the first party I’ve ever been to, and I swear it’s my last. I’ve learned my lesson, okay? If you have to arrest me or..whatever, fine. But please don’t punish Eddie. He was just trying to protect me from those creeps. If he hadn’t shown up..”

I trailed off towards the end of my sentence. I hadn’t really thought about that part of last night. I tried to block it out. I didn’t want to say it out loud. It just made it feel too..real. Chief Hopper tensed in his chair and sat up a little straighter. His fists had been balled so tight as I told him about everything those cops had said, and the way that the one had touched me, that his knuckles had turned white. I was shocked he hadn’t broken the poor mug in his large hand. He let out another deep sigh and ran his hand over his face.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“You’re a good kid, Y/N. You’ve never been in trouble before. I have no reason not to believe you. Eddie can go. But I want you to fill out an official complaint for those two fuckers so I can get them the hell off my force. Deal?”

My entire body felt lighter as relief washed over me. I squealed as I jumped up from my chair and rushed around to envelop Chief Hopper in a tight hug, feeling immensely grateful for him in that moment.

“Deal! Thank you so much, Chief. Really. Thank you um..for..believing me.”

Chief Hopper chuckled lowly as he pulled back and rose to his full height above me. There was a gentleness in his eyes I had never seen before. It was the first time I had ever seen him not so broody.

“Hey, I have a daughter you know? I worry about shit like that happening to her. I mean, I’ve taught her to look out for herself, and she can hit as hard as her old man, but it could still happen. Anything I can do to prevent that, I will.”

“She’s lucky to have you.”

“Do me a favor, kid. If you’re gonna go out and ya’know, let loose, be smart. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t drink with people you don’t know. And for the love of God, do not walk home alone, especially in that state. Alright? If you feel like you don’t have anyone to call, call me. I’ll come get you.”

“You keep being nice to me, I’m gonna keep hugging you.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side as the door to his cell slid open. He narrowed his eyes as he glanced between me and Chief Hopper, clearly confused about what was going on.

“It’s your lucky day, Munson. Y/N/N here just saved your ass. You can go home as long as you back up her story about those two shitheads from last night.”

“They getting fired?”

“Along with their asses beat in the parking lot, yeah.”

“Just tell me where to sign.”

Chief Hopper grunted in response, taking off down the hallway. I looked up at Eddie with a grin, only to find him staring down incredulously.

“You know, me getting arrested was to keep you out of trouble, right? You weren’t supposed to turn yourself in.”

“I couldn’t handle the guilt.”

Eddie laughed as he straightened out his jacket, leaning against the door of the cell as he eyed me up and down. I felt that familiar gravitational pull from last night as we stared at each other. He’s much more attractive up close.

“Thank you, Eddie. Really. I..I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Hey, don’t go there. And don’t worry about it, really. Anything to help a pretty girl.”

Eddie’s wink coupled with that dazzling smile had butterflies erupting in my stomach, and I found myself grinning like an idiot right back at him.

“Um..can I..treat you to breakfast? Just..to say thanks..um..for everything you did for me last night.”

The grin on Eddie’s mouth only stretched even wider, showcasing those gorgeous dimples again that made me weak in the knees. 

“Now Y/N, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were asking me on a date.”

He remembered my name. God, did it sound so good coming from his mouth.

“Well, no other guy has ever gotten arrested for me before so, I would say you’ve earned yourself a date. If that’s alright with you?”

I had no idea where this sudden boldness was coming from. Something about Eddie made me feel like I could throw caution to the wind, be a little reckless for once. My breath hitched in my throat as Eddie stepped closer, reaching one of his large hands out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Tell you what. We’ll go to breakfast, angel. But I am taking you out tonight. That is, if you’re brave enough to go on a date with the ‘freak of Hawkins’.”

“I think you’re forgetting I asked you out first. But yes, I will happily go on a date with my savior.”

The corners of Eddie’s mouth ticked up into devilish smirk and I felt a knot form in my stomach as he leaned in closer so that our faces were mere inches apart, his voice dropping dangerously low.

“Savior hm? I like the sound of that. So, seven-thirty tonight?”

[kira-fluff]

*discreetly slides french fry across the table* could you out nishinoya and hinata in for the next haikyuu boys accidentally waking in on you?

a/n: i now only accept french fries as currency. jk lol you’re so cute anon ;-; 💕 glad to see it’s not just me who loves to read these tropes;;; once again i am thirsting after hiroo koji like he should not be allowed to be that hot and he deserved more relevance solely because he is so so attractive ugh

accidentally walking in on you changing - haikyuu [pt. 3]

pt. 1 pt. 2 refresh my page in order to view my navigation (includes masterlists) :) tw: fem!reader, suggestive, nsfw, cursing

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nishinoya yu

rapid blinking, his facing progressively growing more red. if you’re quiet, you can hear the faintest little gasp.

you thought he was going to make a big, loud ruckus once he saw you? no, he’s literally shocked into silence. what a cutie. please don’t yell at him :’( he feels superrrr bad especially since like,,, he can’t stop thinking about you in that state. why are you so lovely and pretty and gorgeous?!?!??!? once he’s over his initial shock and you come out of the room fully dressed, his apology will also include a few compliments. what? he can appreciate art just like the rest of us.

hinata shoyo

“O-O-OH MY GOD I’M — I’M SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORR—“

jumped so high he accidentally hit his head on the top of the door. his eyes are comically wide open! won’t stop apologizing though, he literally cannot hear a word you’re saying over the rushing of his heartbeat. repeatedly bows in tandem with his many apologies. you might have to grab him in order to get him to finally stop. this boy was about to grovel for you lol. he can’t help it though!! he drinks respect women juice and he just wants you to know that he loves and respects you AND you are so pretty but oh shit did i say that last part out loud?

daichi sawamura

“p-please excuse me!”

this dude deadass broke your door he slammed it so hard. i mean he’s beefy as fuck so what did you expect. he bows so low you think he might topple over with the exertion and effort he’s putting into it. he won’t allow his mind to wander.. he knows just how easily he will go down that road. he swears he’s a gentleman even when it’s late at night and he can’t sleep, a tent in his pants. even when he’s trying so hard to resist thinking of you, his dick says otherwise. he will reflexively apologize to you whenever he sees you… he’s terrified you can read his thoughts — they aren’t the purest things ever.

matsukawa issei

“heh.”

can i punch him? shut the fuck up issei. his stupid ass fucking laugh like what’s so funny bitch you wanna throw hands??? you missed the way his hooded eyes pooled with lust when he took in your form, a complete lack of clothing adorning your beautiful body. if you’re feisty enough you might even start beating the shit out of him while forgetting you’re completely naked. that would be something he’d never forget. lol. but seriously, he’s not laughing at your body, he’s laughing because all that’s running through his mind is “what did i do for god to bless me like this?” hanamaki calls him “lucky bastard” for a while, unbeknownst to your oblivious self. yeah, he’s going to ask you out. soon. no one else can look at you like that… right? please date him. he doesn’t think he can handle anymore of your blushing gazes… he wants to kiss you so bad.

semi eita

looks anywhere but you. what? “did you see something?” pfft. no. no. nope.

what do you mean you swore you met his eyes? he was looking at your potted plant (which you need to stop overwatering, by the way). he knows you can tell through his thinly veiled lie, but please don’t call him out on it. it’s all that holding him together right now. seriously. he wants you so, so badly.. and you just made things a whole lot worse. he knocked but you didn’t hear him? how does that even happen? you knew he was coming over!! …by the way, this stays between the two of you. if tendo ever found out……yeah, no. absolutely not.

shirabu kenjiro

crosses his arms, biting the inside of his cheek, eyebrow raised. but he’s looking away, so…

another salty ass bitch. but he does it hot-ly. so it’s like, semi-okay. but only SEMI-okay. he’s such a big, fat, bratty liar. like “oh geez use a lock dumbass” but you know and he knows that he is soft as hell for you. it’s pretty hard to ignore the fact that he gives you adorable highlighted, meticulous study guides for every single test you have (and not to anyone else, of course). basically he’s salty to everyone but you. but he’s got a reputation to uphold so he’s gonna act like that’s totally not true. but fuck, you’re so pretty. not fair. and why did you have to be in your panties? couldn’t you’ve kept a damn shirt on?

hiroo koji (if you don’t know who he is he’s HOT ASF TRUST ME so look him up and join the Worship Koji religion uwu)

“seriously?”

how is this shit even real? what is this, an anime? yes this shit doesn’t happen normally but of course you just HAD to find a way for even the most impossible situations to occur. such a classic YOU thing to happen. only you. it was always you. you already consumed the majority of his thoughts and now it looks like you might just consume all of them. letting out a painful sigh, he closes the door as you continue to gape at him, only letting out a soft, “uuumm…” what sort of reaction was that anyway? i mean, you throwing stuff at him would’ve been a pain but it almost seemed like— …no, there’s no way. whatever, it’s not like he cares. totally not at all. ugh.

himekawa aoi

no words, just a shocked hand over his mouth, covering his silent scream.

hoW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM!!! hE WAS NOT PREPARED!!!! immediately his face bursts into flames… why is it so freakishly hot in here? why are you naked? why did you have to take so longer to register his presence before finally covering yourself up? WHY ARE YOU SO GORGEOUS?? literally sirens, just sirens going off in his head. so dramatic. literally, if you aren’t screaming your lungs out as he slams the door, you can hear his rough panting, trying to cover his face as he feels all his blood rush south. so. cute. though he probably will take at least a month to recover.