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mahgyu · 3 months

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For valentines, what happens if reader gets a secret confession but it’s not from the jjk man who was going to confess? Would they be jealous? Confess anyway? Not confess?

JJK Men: Secret Admirer

• — You receive a Valentine's Day gift from an anonymous person but they have deeper feelings for you.

๑ Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna.

๑ Content: Fem!Reader, SFW, relationship not established, fluff

๑ a/n: First, thank you very much to everyone who sent an ask with suggestions, I really was super happy reading each one of them and I intend to write them soon. Second, I should have posted this sooner but I ended up getting too busy (*crying*) anyway, I hope you like it. It was a little long but that's a detail.

⸺ㅤGOJO

Gojo was extremely happy and confident when he saw you approaching him with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He never imagined that you also had the idea of waiting to confess on Valentine's Day, let alone that you would reciprocate his feelings. However, the wide smile gradually faded as you told him about the box of chocolates and the anonymous note that were mysteriously left on his desk. He could barely conceal his obvious disappointment, but he would maintain his usual laid-back attitude. Gojo became curious to learn more about the sudden confession, likely from one of his coworkers, and even tried to joke about it, hiding any jealousy behind his charm and confidence. But believe me, he'll spend quite a few days looking suspiciously at all his fellow sorcerer colleagues (just like that scene of him on the plane). He might even encourage you to follow your feelings, but always saying that you're capable of achieving something much better, like him, for example.

⸺ㅤGETO

Geto would be more reserved in expressing his feelings about this, but deep down, he would feel a twinge of jealousy and disappointment. Geto couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw you with a bouquet of flowers in your hand while enjoying their fresh scent, and the card in your hand did not go unnoticed by him. He would try to maintain a calm facade, but could subtly show signs of discomfort. When you mentioned that you didn't know who had given them to you because it was signed anonymously, Geto couldn't help but let out a low scoff. Nevertheless, he was determined to invite you to dinner at the best restaurant in the area, and if you accepted, you can be sure that he would pick you up at your house with an even larger and more beautiful bouquet than the one you received from your secret admirer.

⸺ㅤNANAMI

Nanami would maintain a calm posture, seeming almost disinterested, but inside, he would feel a twinge of sadness and jealousy. When Nanami found her in the corridors of Jujutsu High, he almost couldn't hide his surprise when he saw you wearing the same necklace he was thinking of buying for you as a gift when he decided it was the right time to bring his own feelings to light. Nanami was courteous, complimenting how well the necklace suited you, which he always imagined when he saw the jewel in the jewelry store's window. Nanami was even more surprised when he heard her recount that the jewel, along with a Valentine's Day card and a beautiful bouquet of flowers, had been left at the entrance of her apartment by some delivery person. You also mentioned being was afraid of the gifts precisely because they were anonymous and the anonymous person knew your address, but the jewel was so beautiful and looked so good on you that it was impossible not to wear it. Nanami was quick to warn you about how dangerous this situation could be, trying not to let his imprudent jealousy show and trying not to be affected by the adorable pout you made while quietly repeating how beautiful the necklace was. After that incident, he probably wouldn't confess his own feelings immediately, but you can expect to be presented with the same piece of jewelry the next day by Nanami while he tries to maintain a stoic demeanor and disguise it as much as possible, saying that he noticed how much you liked the piece. I can say that he felt the once dormant butterflies in his stomach stir when you asked him for help putting the necklace around your neck.

⸺ㅤCHOSO

Choso would be sincere about his feelings and would express his sadness directly, but lovingly. Choso didn't even know about the particular celebratory date, and discovering it when asking about the cute puppy plush and heart-shaped card you were carrying might have been somewhat disheartening for him. Choso is emotionally open and loyal, so even though it left him vulnerable, he didn't hesitate to confess his own feelings after your brief explanation about Valentine's Day and your gift from a possible secret admirer. "I would have bought gifts and cards for you myself if you had told me about Valentine's Day earlier...", those puppy eyes looking at you so truthfully that words couldn't even escape his lips. "If I had confessed first, maybe they wouldn't have gifted it to you before me". You could easily hear the guilt and regret in his voice. However, your comforting words soon dispel all of Choso's sadness. And later, when you find the plush you received from the anonymous sender with its head torn off, Choso will be hiding a smug little smile as he remembers what he did.

⸺ㅤTOJI

Toji would likely react with a mixture of indifference and jealousy disguised as a joke. When Toji saw you with the chocolates and the red card in your hands, he didn't care much because he didn't even remember it was Valentine's Day. All he did was steal some chocolates from the box when you weren't around, and only after eating at least half of the box did he read the note next to it. Toji would try not to show too much emotion, so when you returned, he had to disguise his jealousy. "A secret admirer, huh? When your little boyfriend decides to reveal himself, tell him not to buy cheap crap for you. Even I wouldn't be able to buy such a lousy chocolate to give to someone as a gift." He wouldn't confess directly, but later that day, he gave you another box of chocolates that were even better than the ones you received from the anonymous sender. However, when you opened the box, half of those chocolates were missing too.

⸺ㅤSUKUNA

Sukuna would act with arrogance and disdain, trying to belittle the other's confession and show that he doesn't care. You were rereading the Valentine's Day card you received, with a beautifully handwritten poem for you, and what intrigued you the most was that it was signed anonymously. Although you quite enjoyed having a secret admirer, feeling like a protagonist from one of the books you often read. When Sukuna finds you, your silly smile doesn't go unnoticed by him. He approaches you curiously and, despite your protests, snatches the delicate card from your hands. As he reads the poem dedicated to you, Sukuna feels a painful twinge of jealousy and even a dark desire to uncover the author of the confession. Without much thought, Sukuna easily tears the card apart, tossing the crumpled pieces onto the ground as he ignores your protests. "What's your problem? Why did you do that?" You angrily question as you bend down to gather the remnants of your poem. Sukuna would feel another pang of jealousy; "I'll rip the hands off the worm who wrote this garbage so they can never write crap again", he would think.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, forgive me for possible mistakes🩷

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doobea · 10 months

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BLLK - REACTIONS TO "I NEED TO GET SOMETHING BACK FROM MY EX."

contents: gn!reader is missing an item that they left at their ex's, their boyfriend isn't too pleased to hear. established relationship, sfw, lots of clinginess and jealousy ensued, a bit possessive (chigiri) characters mentioned: isagi, reo, chigiri, nagi, shidou a/n: this was fun to write hehe

Isagi

He scowls and stops what he's doing, making sure that he heard you right. Usually, he's a pretty secure guy and ever since you guys have been dating there weren't any major red flags or issues in the relationship aside from minor arguments here and there. He's wondering where this is coming from.

"I'm sure it's not all that important, babe." He emphasizes the pet name to knock a little bit of sense to you.

"But Yoichi, it's my emotional support animal." You plead, explaining that you had accidentally left your stuffed teddy bear over at their place after a date and ever since then you've been having trouble sleeping soundly.

Isagi groans and is quick to put on a pair of sneakers, knowing that he can't say no to your puppy eyes. "Okay, but we are washing them at least five times."

"The water bill tho—"

"Five times!"

Reo

Your boyfriend smiles, pulling you into a deep embrace and raking his fingers through your hair before firmly saying, "Absolutely not."

"W-What? But that was my favorite necklace, I have to get it back!" You had saved up so much of your time and money to buy the piece of jewelry you were eyeing for a while. It just so happened that your ex stole it from you during an argument.

Reo knows about this, and he knows that you hate it when he showers you with too many gifts, but he simply refuses to let you revisit a person who even treated you like that in the first place. Eventually, he convinces you to let it go, who would even want a necklace that now carries negative sentiment anyway. "Just let me know which one you want, okay?"

You sigh in defeat and nod, nose brushing against his. "Thanks, Reo."

"Say," Reo begins to twirl with the ends of your hair, "how much does the earth cost?"

You blink at his question. "Uh—"

"I'll buy you the whole earth."

"Baby what?!"

Chigiri

"Go on ahead, darling." Chigiri doesn't look up from the book he's reading and, with a free hand, he takes a long sip from his coffee.

You look at him with surprise, "Really?"

"Mhm," He flicks to the next page. "Just drive safe and tell them I said hi."

It was almost too good to be true for his oddly calm behavior but you didn't have time to worry over it. You really needed to hurry and retrieve back your passport from your ex before who knows what might happen. You plant a chaste kiss on your boyfriend's forehead before heading out.

"I'll be back soon, Hyoma!"

The door shuts with a quiet click and he puts down the book that had his phone tucked in the middle with your location flashed on. When he sees that you're on the go, he grabs his car keys and silently tails you behind, just to be sure your ex doesn't pull anything weird.

Nagi

The big sloth of a man pretends to not hear you. Even when you repeated your sentence again, saying you needed an old film camera back, he drowns himself in the sounds coming from his computer.

"Seishiro, are you mad? It'll be quick." You promise but he doesn't budge from his chair.

He hums in thought, his grey eyes dotting around the in-game map before finally replying, "Lovebug, can't they just deliver it? Going all the way there would be a hassle."

"I don't mind Sei, it's honestly fine, I don't want them to pay a delivery fee for it."

Nagi pouts, wondering why you're acting considerate for someone who's an ex. "That doesn't make sense."

"If I leave now, I can make it back before sundown and then we can—"

You're caught off guard by the sudden large arms that now wrap around your waist, the grip is tight as Nagi could make it. He buries his face in the crook of your neck before pleading, "Mhm, I'll pay for their delivery fee if you can just stay here."

Shidou

Your boyfriend almost chokes on the sandwich he was eating, eyes widening as he gawks at you. He's always thought of you as his mischievous side-kick and co-conspirator in his schemes. Hearing that one, you had an ex was a shock to him, and two, you needed something back from them.

You told your boyfriend that you were merely attempting to retrieve some old clothes that a friend had requested back.

For a moment, Shidou was in deep thought before an uncanny grin crawls to his face. An expression that you're all too familiar with.

"Okay," He chimes a little too innocently, "how do you want to go about this?"

"What do you mean, Ryusei?"

"I mean how do we break in?"

#blue lock imagines #doobea writing #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #nagi seishrio x reader #nagi seishiro #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou ryusei #blue lock scenarios

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kyupidos · 2 months

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04/02/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

<3 stood still, when we first metヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘eels are covardes—hence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.’

characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. ‘the tweels could never be flustered’ this, ‘the tweels are slick when it comes to romance’ that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!

f. leech

— it’s a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel who’s more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, he’s very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him most—you. he can’t recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as you’re attentive enough, you’ll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.

— after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but that’s alright, because even if he can’t seem to spit out even the words ‘you’re real nice lookin!’, at least there’s the true fact that, lo and behold, you’re capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as he’s in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.

— really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesn’t seem to work, does it? “boo, shrimpy..you’re no funnn..” he’ll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. what’ll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? that’s where a gift comes in—some shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.

— he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours he’s hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get there first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. “eh, shrimpy..you like me right? that’s why you gave me this pretty stuff?” he’ll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like he’s scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.

j. leech

— when the jaws open wide ‘n then it gets all shy, that’s a moorayyy..and that’s also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, it’s rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case you’d rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe he’d be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.

— he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his “do be gentle with me”, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the ‘humble, gentle’ mereel his first impressions leave him to be.

— and goodness, how he’s left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didn’t expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. you’re going to have to be direct here, and ask if he’d like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, he’s just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.

— for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly aren’t just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. “for you to treat me ever so kindly like this..” and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, “by any chance..have you taken a liking to me?” and that, then, is when you can confess—ask to kiss him if you’d like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but he’ll say yes.

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lewisvinga · 4 months

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ultraviolence | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; carlos and y/n always find themselves going back to the same toxic relationship. no matter how hard they try, it just always felt like a kiss.

warnings; toxic relationships, yelling/arguing

notes; i know carlos would probs never act like this but it’s for the plot guys 😞

word count; 700

taglist; @namgification

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

f1 masterlist !

“Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you. Vete! [go]”

“Fine! I don’t ever wanna see your bitch ass ever again!”

Y/n’s best friend sighs as Y/n tells her about her last argument with Carlos from the week before. One week being broken up was a record for them. They never lasted more than 4 days. “But that was the end of us. Actually. I’m done with him.” Y/n quickly says after noticing her friends sigh

“Y/n, all it takes is for him to show up at your doorstep with a designer bag or fancy jewelry in hand, begging for your forgiveness.”

“I know but this time I won’t fall for it!”

Just a couple hours after Y/n’s best friend left, someone suddenly knocked on her door. Y/n quickly ran over to the door, thinking it was the Uber Eats delivery driver but her smile fell once she opened her door. “What are you doing here?”

“Mi amor,” Carlos says in a desperate tone with a Van Cleef & Arpels in hand and a large bouquet of red roses in the other. Y/n feels her heart stop for a split second. Her heart took over as she stepped to the side, leaving room for him to enter. "Perdóname, mi amor. [forgive me, my love] I can't live without you. Please."

"Carlos..." Y/n mumbles as he takes a step closer to her. "I thought we were over. For good.'

"I can't live without you, mi amor. I'm sorry, I'll change."

She lets out a deep sigh, clearly conflicted about whether she should forgive him or not. She could hear her friend in the back of her mind and was quick to ignore her mind to instead respond with what her heart yearned for. "Fine. I forgive you."

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"You're crazy! I can't stand you." Y/n huffs, slamming the door to his Ferrari shut. Just a few weeks later, they were out clubbing with a few of the other drivers. Carlos had 2 girls all over him and was seemingly flirting with them. However, Y/n was dancing too close to Lando for Carlos' liking, especially since her dress was too short.

Carlos saw her with Lando and dragged her out of the club by her wrist, clearly upset. "You were grinding on him? I could tell you were making him hard!" The Spaniard groans in frustration, unlocking the door to his place.

"You were flirting with other girls! Why can’t I have fun either?”

“Because you’re mine. I don’t want to see you with other guys.”

“But I have to see you openly flirt with other girls?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“No!” Y/n exclaims, her voice becoming louder. She only danced with Lando to get back at Carlos. She didn’t even like the Brit in that way. She just hated seeing that stupid smile the Spaniard had when flirting with girls in skimpy outfits. “I’m sick of you. Acting like it’s fine if girls grind all over you too but God forbid I dance with a friend-“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/n.”

“Shut the fuck up, y/n!” She mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Her face morphed into disgust, heading off into their shared room. “Grow some balls, own up to yourself, then you shut the fuck up!”

“Come back here, Y/n.”

“Fuck off!”

“Quit acting like a bitch!”

Both of their voices were quickly getting louder and louder until they were yelling. They paid no mind to their poor neighbors who would have to hear their screaming matches for hours once again. How could one live like that? Consistently arguing with your partner for hours and hours.

The toxicity was addicting to the both of them. Carlos was like a drug for Y/n. She couldn’t get enough. Even if they always got into arguments over stupid things or doing things to purposely mess with the others just to end in a screaming match, she was addicted.

Carlos loved the screaming matches. He loved having someone that matches his fierceness. He couldn’t help but love the way she’s always screaming at him, in a good and a bad way. Her rage was something beautiful to him. He loves how all it takes is a gift and flowers for her to be back.

For y/n, his toxicity felt like a kiss. With his ultraviolence, the possessive and toxic glint in his brown eyes, it was enough to capture her. She just wanted all of his ultraviolence.

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one scenarios #f1 scenario #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine

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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months

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Favorite Woman

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: Street celebrates you, his girlfriend, daily. On Women's Day, however, he steps up to make you feel special and loved.

Warnings: fluff!! brief mention of domestic violence (20-David responds)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: Happy Women's Day to all of you amazing women! Life wouldn't be the same without you.🤍

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When you wake up on March 8, you don’t expect anything special. It’s just another day on the calendar, but when you’re dating Jim Street, you never truly know what will happen from day to day. After you rub your eyes and stretch, you reach for your phone. A message from Street pops up when you unlock it.

Happy Women’s Day to my favorite woman.

You smile as you type a quick reply before getting up and preparing for the day. The message was unexpected but a sweet surprise that put you in a great mood, and you hope it’s the beginning of a great day. Once you’re dressed and ready, you text Street another message, asking him to have a great day and let you know how he is when he gets a chance.

Opening your front door to leave, you nearly trip over a large bouquet of flowers. Your smile grows when you see Street’s name on the card. He pulled out all of the stops for Valentine’s Day, so you probably shouldn’t be surprised, but you’ve never had someone celebrate you for an entire day just because you’re a woman. Then again, you are Jim Street’s favorite woman.

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“What’s up with you, smiley?” Luca asks.

“Nothing,” Street answers. “Just excited for a good day.”

“Oh,” Hondo interject. “And why is it such a good day?”

“It’s Women’s Day,” Street replies.

“Ah, best day of the year for a playboy,” Luca teases. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Dinner reservations at a café on the beach.”

“Wait, you celebrate Women’s Day, like make a whole thing out of it?” Tan asks.

“Of course. I mean, I’m dating a woman, and she’s amazing, so I’m going to celebrate her every chance I get.”

“They grow up so fast,” Hondo jokes, shaking Street’s shoulder. “What else you got up your sleeve, Mr. Romantic?”

“Please don’t let that stick,” Street whispers. “I got her a couple presents, sent her a text this morning, just little things to show her I appreciate her.”

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“What is that?” you ask, staring at the gift bag with wide eyes.

“Delivery. It just got dropped off. Have a good one.”

“You too.”

Pulling the bag closer, you untie the intricate bow holding the handles together before removing a long jewelry box. The bracelet inside is small, minimalistic, but incredibly beautiful. The light pink color is nearly invisible, seeming to be a sparkling white diamond shade unless the light hits it right. At the clasp, a small charm with ‘JS’ engraved on it.

Despite knowing that he may not answer, you call Street. When he does answer, you don’t let your surprise distract you.

“Hey,” he greets happily, and you can picture the loving smile on his face.

“This is too much,” you say. “I can’t accept this.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want another color, or-“

“Jim,” you interrupt with a laugh. “It’s too expensive.”

“You make it sound like you’re not worth the money. You don’t really want to have this argument on today of all days, do you?”

“Look, I love you.”

“And I love you. I meant it, you are my favorite woman and I love you and want to celebrate you.”

“You do that every day.”

“Not like this.”

“Wait, what does that mean? Street, is there more stuff coming?”

“I’ve already said too much.”

“Well,” you begin, smiling as you lean back and think of the one thing you want but haven’t gotten today. “In that case, can I make a special request?”

“Sure.”

“I want a kiss, as soon as possible.”

“I can be there in five minutes.”

“Without leaving work,” you add. “LA needs you, too.”

“LA isn’t as pretty as you.”

“Street.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Street, seriously, listen to me very closely. I love you, and I know that you love me, you make me feel seen and heard and loved, and I appreciate you and all of the gifts more than you know.”

“I love you, too. Hey, we just got a call, but I’ll-“

“See you then,” you interrupt. “Be safe. I love you.”

The line beeps when he ends the call, and you smile, looking at his initials hanging from your wrist. Street is the best boyfriend in the world, and knowing he is willing to celebrate you just because of who you are makes you fall even deeper in love with him.

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“Domestic disturbance,” Hondo alerts as the team climbs into Black Betty. “Neighbor said he could hear the husband yelling before things were thrown against the wall, but both neighbors are barricaded inside, refusing to talk to police.”

“Any idea if he’s armed?” Deacon asks.

“No registered weapons,” Hondo replies. “But that doesn’t mean he’s not.”

“How are we doing this?”

“I say we go in through the front door,” Street offers. “If he thinks cops are waiting out there, he’s not likely to expect it to get blown open.”

Hondo shrugs before nodding. “Stay liquid.”

Street reaches the door first, kicking it open once he feels Hondo’s hand on his shoulder.

“LAPD, step back!” he yells.

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It’s been about an hour since you talked to Street, and each moment that goes by without an update worries you. Playing with the bracelet and looking at your flowers helps, but you need confirmation he’s okay. Someone knocks on your door, drawing your attention away from the bracelet as you sign for another delivery.

The assortment of fruit and chocolate is so beautiful that you don’t want to eat it. When you see the card, you rush to open it and read it.

One more delivery, but enjoy this until then. Thank you for making life fun. I love you.

You wonder what more Street could have planned because your day is as close to perfect as you’ve ever experienced.

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“Well, if you’re done being a terrible human being, I’ve got a date with a beautiful woman,” Street grunts, pulling the handcuffed man to his feet.

“Hope yours listens better than mine,” the man replies.

“Tan, I need you to take him,” Street calls, passing him off before he can do something he’ll get in trouble for (not regret, just be punished for).

Street looks at his watch, and Hondo says, “Get out of here. But you may want to clean up before you pick up that beautiful woman.”

“Hey, are we ever gonna get to meet her?” Deacon asks, smiling as he removes his helmet. “Because I for one did not expect you of all people to settle down.”

“I’ve met her,” Luca brags.

“Yeah, yeah, roommate privileges,” Tan says as he returns. “But no one else wants to live with Street.”

“I’ll bring her to dinner or something soon,” Street promises. “Bye.”

“I’m sure there’s a joke about his mommy issues or something, but he’s so happy I can’t bring myself to make it,” Tan muses.

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“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Street apologizes as he walks into your apartment, slipping his spare key into his suit pocket. “I- whoa.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, smiling.

“You look amazing,” Street adds, kissing your cheek. “Perfect.” Another kiss. “Beautiful.” Another kiss.

“You have good taste.”

“In women or clothing?” he asks. “Because you're the one that wanted the outfit, so I’m going to go with good taste in you.”

“How did you stay single this long?”

“I looked, but there’s only one you.”

“You did way too much today, but I love you for it.”

“I didn’t do enough. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t show you enough.”

“You do. Jim, you’re the best part of me, and every single thing you do and say shows me that you love me.”

“So, you don’t want to go to dinner?”

You smile, laying your arms over his shoulders. “I really want to go to dinner. You look amazing, and I feel amazing, and I love you so much that I’m not sure I can survive another moment without kissing you.”

“Oh, right, I’m sorry, I forgot about your special request.”

“Then do something about it,” you whisper, leaning closer to him.

Street smiles, pulling you against him as he kisses you. Being his favorite woman makes you feel whole, and you’re never as happy as when you’re in his arms.

“I would like to hear more about how I’m your favorite woman,” you say, pulling back. “Because you’ve worked with some incredibly strong women.”

“But there’s only one you.”

“And there’s only one you.”

Street kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around you as he leads you toward his car. You lean against him, enjoying his warmth and the joy and comfort he provides you.

“That’s probably a good thing,” he replies. “Because the one of me that there is loves you, even if he doesn’t tell you enough. Happy Women’s Day, to the most beautiful, loving, perfect woman in the world.”

“Will you still feel that way tomorrow?”

“I’ll feel this way until I can’t feel anything. You’re stuck with me.”

#jim street x fem!reader #jim street x reader #jim street fluff #fluff #swat cbs #requests #fem!reader #happy women's day #hanna writes✯

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tallymonster · 7 months

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Memories of Us

Chapter 1 (you are here!) || Masterlist

So, I like many others had seen this gorgeous fan art by @cheesy-cryptid and I was utterly hypnotized by it. I couldn't stop thinking about it and from that constant thought growing came my silly fic.

This has been a labor of love for the last month. I'm still working on it and so far I have about 10 parts 🙃 depending on the feedback is how quickly I'm going to be posting since it's still a work in progress. I want to thank my best friend and my main support for this @micropoe10 ❤️ without her I wouldn't have pushed myself to even post this, so thanks boo 😘

This is also my first long fic, so please be gentle 🥺

Summary: Octavia is a new assistant at the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, her new boss is elusive and mysterious. Good thing his right hand man, Gale, is there to help her out for the first few weeks.

Tags: Nothing too bad for the first few parts, fluff, establishing storyline mostly, generational lineage mentioned.

Chapter 1

Never Caught My Breath

The day Octavia was incredibly nervous about had arrived. After her graduation (which seemed like a lifetime ago), endless stack of paperwork and at least 3 different interviews; Octavia made it to the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, the end of her long and difficult studies.

Here, she would start as the new assistant curator. What's strange though, is that after the last interview she thought she'd get to meet her boss, but it was his main assistant, Gale.

"I must apologize", he begins, "but our lead is currently out of the office for another week, maybe two, so I must conduct the final round, I hope you understand."

Strange, but not unheard of. The majority of the work would be with Gale directly, but it was at the least, the most basic courtesy for her boss to introduce himself by this point.

As she walks into the museum, relics from the past line the cabinets; old armor and gloves from heroes of legends from long ago, tons of jewelry and books, rare spell scrolls, and most prized of all, paintings recovered from the fall of the Szarr Manor prominently hung on the walls. Their subjects long gone, they now serve to be viewed by those who would be their victims under different circumstances.

Octavia stops at one of the many paintings of a pale elf, his silver hair in perfect tendrils, piercing red eyes glare back at her and she feels a slight shudder run down her spine, it was probably just a little bit of nerves. Still, she couldn't help but notice that same subject surrounding her in other works. If not as the main feature, but in the background of at least a dozen. Who was this person? She drifts off in thought.

"Miss Octavia? Hello? Can you hear me?" Snapping back from the daydream, she sees Gale standing beside her. His positive attitude ever present, notebook in hand he greets her with a small wave. "Lots to do this morning! We got a delivery of religious artifacts from a Sharran temple in the Underdark that was previously thought to be lost." His eyes glimmer with excitement.

"We're looking at at least a day to see what was delivered, another to catalog it all, and then, my favorite part, writing the plaques for all of it." He chuckles "Altogether at least a month of work, maybe two if there's a particular item that's more mysterious than the others." He finishes his explanation with a tilt of his head.

Octavia nods, her mind still on the portrait, "Quick question, Gale? Do you know who that subject is? They're featured in a lot of the paintings, but there's no information about them?" He glances up, "Well, we've done some research into the subjects of all the paintings, luckily we've put some names to faces..." He trails off, brows furrowing slightly at the face staring at them both "that particular subject, though, unfortunately not."

He turns wearing a wistful smile "I do wish to put a name to that face, and I intend to, but our wonderful curator often reminds me that not every mystery has to be solved." He scoffs with a grin and shrugs "Of course he would, he loves to give me a hard time about my dedication to the museum, you'd think he would appreciate the tireless research but to each their own."

Octavia relaxes a bit and ask "Have you known each other long? I mean, since he's been gone this whole time I haven't gotten to meet him yet. Is he....nice?" She says the last word quietly, almost a whisper.

Gale picks up on the anxious question and lowers his notebook, his eyes softened as he leans in, "There's nothing to be nervous about with him, he's much more bark than bite, as they say. He's really wonderful once you get to know him. Just a little rough around the edges...you know these eccentrics..they're all so guarded but deep down, they're just like us regular boring people."

He grins in assurance and goes back to his notebook, "Before I forget, said eccentric has reached back out to me and he'll be returning tomorrow evening! He'd like to make your acquaintance as soon as possible and apologize for his absence." Oh, shit. "Wonderful!" She does an okay job at hiding the crack in her voice, she clears throat, grimaces a bit and adjusts the badge clipped to her smock. "When and where?"

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #long fic #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion bg3 #fic: memories of us

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toji-girl · 3 months

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for hire | s. hanma

synopsis: Being a model was harder than you expected, trying to get an agency to hire you seemed to be the main issue that is until you meet the infamous Shuji Hanma.

wc: 2k

tag: dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost from my old blog + your model name is vixen + blow job + consensual picture taking + noncon video recording + I think that's all + reblogs & comments are appreciated + for kinktober '23 | I've posted this before but it's one of my favorites I've ever done so I'm reposting it!

Everything inside you was exhausted, worn down to the bone really, no matter how many modeling gigs you applied for every single one rejected you for one reason or another after you finally got your career up and running only for it to come crashing back down it felt like.

However, things really never seemed to go the way you thought because as soon as you were about to click the ‘apply here’ on the screen your manager called to deliver more bad news that you knew was about to be said, you almost didn’t answer.

“Shuji Hanma wants you to model for him! Jewelry of the sort and maybe some lingerie if you’re comfortable with that!” Her voice crackled from her high-pitched squeal, no hi or hello like usual.

Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion, was this a joke? It has to be because there is no way she was serious, the Hanma wanting to photograph you? There has to be some sort of condition or something to this whole thing.

“It’s not April Fools.”

She tutted and shook her head clicking the video chat button and leaning back watching your face pop up with a look of uncertainty. “I know that, I’m serious. I guess he saw you in a file.”

You stared back at her and stood from your couch heading straight to your bedroom unable to wrap your head around it still. “I haven’t been able to get any job for months and now Hanma wants to photograph me?”

“Yes, how many times do I need to tell you this? I sent you everything over via email and it was signed off by him, not his assistant.”

If you had to count how many times you’ve read the email you wouldn’t be able to give anyone a correct number, by now you memorized it and were able to recite it when you did your daily tasks.

Dear, Vixen.

That’s the name I was given by your manager and after seeing the pictures she sent over I knew I had to have you in front of my camera, everything you need will be delivered to your house Thursday evening. Please show up at my studio the following night at seven p.m. sharp, and a car will be there to pick you up. Wear one of the outfits and sets when you arrive.

Thursday night you sat on your couch bouncing your leg up and down waiting for the knock to come on your front door, the thought of wearing only jewelry while Shuji took photos of you made your stomach curl into itself, not to mention your nipples tightening against your shirt.

You’ve seen plenty of pictures of him plastered all around, and he’s very sexy, but you also know he was part of a gang growing up, something he was sure to boast about, and the thrill of being with a bad boy was enough for you to send him an email back stating you’d be there.

A knock pulled you from your thoughts, quickly you got up and made it to your front door in record time to grab the box from the delivery person with a grin as you scribbled your name and took the package inside, once the door was shut you stared down at feeling warmth flush through you.

Just as quick as you stood up and you sat back down leaning into the cushions and tearing into it, the thin paper that kept the clothes and jewelry intact you were careful about taking them each out and laying them on your couch wondering if you should call your manager but didn’t want her to ruin the moment so you decided against it.

“Oh, my.” Your mouth dropped open seeing the diamonds shining under the harsh light of your living room, your fingers stroked them watching them glitter as you moved to the other set, most were earrings, necklaces, and a few bracelets but it mostly seemed to be sets of them.

You moved from the jewelry to the clothes carefully to unfold them to get a better view. “No way in hell.” You muttered to yourself looking at the crotchless panties paired with a see-through bralette, soon enough more fabric joined the pile and it was a bunch of lacy and silky and frilly outfits, one skimpier than the last until you were wondering what the point of the last outfit was.

The different colored fabrics along with the jewelry boxes sat on your couch overnight and all day until six pm the night until you were quick to pick the one that didn’t show everything you had to offer, with your trench coat on and shoes you stepped outside looking for the car Shuji sent.

Shuji was demanding even in his email. You noted he only used please once, and you knew he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted, your blood fizzled in your veins as the car pulled away from the curb driving into the heart of the city.

You watched out the window growing excited at the prospect of this launching your career, it could either make or break it so you were down to do whatever Shuji told you to do at this point, and it didn’t help you find him extremely attractive and with his tattoos, you wanted to know if he could punish you.

Thoughts of his open palm striking your bare ass melted away when the car stopped in front of a highrise building, it looked modern and sleek with dark tinted windows and a bright sign on the side but from here you couldn’t make out whatever it said.

Soon you were shuffled into a small room by yourself which screamed expensive, everything was bathed in a maroon and gold aesthetic and the couches you were sure cost more than the whole building you lived in, so you opted to walk around the room instead while ooking at the million pictures on the wall until you you heard a door click and heels on the floor.

“Vixen?”

You turned to come in direct contact with Shuji, his strong cologne overwhelming you as he peered at you through his glasses sizing you up as you almost swallowed your tongue nodding at him. “Yes, and you’re Shuji Hanma?”

“The one and only, let’s get started. What are you wearing under the trench coat?”

He turned on his heel and walked through the double heavy doors guiding you into his studio which was different than his waiting room, the room was modern and sleek with hints of gray and white peaking out from the dark colors. “One of the outfits you sent.”

“Good girl, now let’s get started, are you wearing any of the necklaces?”

His use of ‘good girl’ made your cheeks pool with heat as you looked over at the couch he was referring to, you made your way over on slightly wobbly knees and sat down taking your coat off. “I am, yes.”

Shuji turned around from his desk to look at you with his camera in his hand, his shirt now unbuttoned midway as he listened to you. With long quick strides, he stood in front of you, towering really as he bent at the waist hovering above you.

You could smell the whiskey on his breath that fanned over your face, he grinned as his fingers touched the jewelry lifting it up off your neck, Shuji was sure to touch you but barely. “I’ve seen your other shoots, and those poor bastards didn’t know how to capture your beauty.”

“Oh?” You squeaked unsure what else to say, the proximity of him being this close and his smell all you could think about what he looked like under his clothes. He nodded and stood up again to help put you into position.

He crouched down in front of you snapping a few pictures before another change, this time you were bent over with your ass on full view. “They make these heart-shaped plugs for that cute hole of yours, would you be interested in that?”

With the choice of underwear he could see everything you had to offer and it made him twitch with wanton desire, did he stalk you a bit before this after seeing your file show up on his desk a few months ago? Maybe. Something about you called to him and he was a greedy bastard who wanted what he did and he always got it.

You’re so cute and fell into his trap letting him lift your hips up so he could graze his hard-on against you, or when he needed you in a different outfit you let him dress you like his own personal doll. “This is the one, and after I’ll give you payment for your time.”

Shuji set you on his desk this time, showing off the bracelet you wore, your hand resting on your breasts as he stared at them. “Can I give you something as a thank you?” You asked once he put everything away except for one small video recorder but you didn’t know that.

“Thank me?” He asked with a chuckle as he sank down on the couch watching you meekly walk over to him, his presence made you want to submit and do whatever he said it was to do, not only did he make you feel like the only girl in the world but the touches left you wanting more.

You dropped to your knees still clad in his favorite outfit rubbing his thighs with a shy nod. “Yeah, you know for helping me with this? You’re so big and everyone knows you, you helped me a lot.”

Shuji chuckled darkly as he patted your head like a dog with a smirk. “Then get to it, you were very obedient and listened well.” He watched you unzip his pants before glancing at the camera making sure it was angled to get the whole thing, it wasn’t for anyone else to see but himself.

He would use the video later to jerk himself off in his bed before calling you to see if you were busy, but for now, he was going to let you blow him or whatever it was you were going to do, you pulled his cock out after taking his belt off. Shuji’s cock matched him, pretty as hell.

It was on the slender side but still had enough girth to make you feel full and the length to bully your g-spot, your eyes went into the shapes of hearts you were sure as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft giving him a few experimental jerks before lifting yourself up more off the floor to suck on his head.

Shuji watched you fully now, his eyes trained on your lips wrapped around him and the pretty diamonds glittering as you hollowed your cheeks out letting your spit dribble down making a mess, he groaned when you took him to the back of your throat gagging. He wanted more and fast, so with his hand on your head you let him control everything.

His studio was filled with wet sucking sounds and you moaning around him like you were getting pleasure from this, your hands cupped his balls making it messy and sloppy, the sloppiest you’ve ever done for any guy in your life, your drool covered your chin and tits now making them shine under the light.

He was quick to move his hand to cup the back of your head thrusting his hips up further gagging you lewdly, the way you sputtered around him made him grin. “You can handle it, you’re doing so well for me.”

With his praise you amped up your performance making out with his flushed head and tapping it against your tongue while looking up at him, the shy reserved woman he first met was nothing like the woman you are now sucking his cock like there was no tomorrow.

His balls tightened when you used your spit to jerk him off while bobbing your head up and down sitting on the balls of your feet to suck him in deeper until you heard him groan deep in his chest. “Such a good little cock sucker, might make you my professional one.”

Little did you know when you pulled away swallowing it all he got it on video, he leaned in capturing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Need a new job?”

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harlowtales · 4 months

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Jack gets carried away shopping for baby clothes 👶🏼🤰🏽

18+ only - Adult Themes

“1,2,3….and open your eyes!” Jack said. He was standing behind you with his hands on your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You were stunned.

“Babe?” Jack said concerned you didn’t like it.

You turned to bury your face in his stomach and just started bawling.

“Ah it’s ok baby. You’re just emotional, but you like it?” Jack asked.

“Yes of course!! It’s beautiful. Our baby girl is so lucky. I’m so lucky to have you.” You gushed wiping your tears.

You were holding pups who barked in approval.

Jack, his friends and brother had built a playroom/nursery for the baby from scratch. Jack’s dad being in construction led the project. Jack wanted to do something personal for his daughter coming soon. The top decorator in the South was flown in and put the finishing touches on everything. The room was so off limits you stayed with Jack’s family until it was done.

“So this was worth not being allowed in my house!” You said playfully hitting him.

“Cuz you can’t not look baby. I had to do something.” Jack said happily.

“Well now you know what we need to do?” You asked your husband rubbing your belly.

“Anything you want babe.” Jack said

“We need to shop for baby clothes.” You said, not really sure he’d want to come with you.

“Oh fuck yeah let’s go right now.” Jack said enthusiastically.

“Really? Now?” You said in surprise. Jack hated the mall.

“Babe now cuz I gotta hit the studio in a bit and I want to be in on this. I want in on absolutely everything to do with this.” Jack said “Let’s head to Target now.”

“OMG babe look.” Jack said “Cutest little jumper it’s a must have.” He said putting it in the cart immediately.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man who refused to stay in any store for more than 15mins before sighing, checking his phone constantly, and begging to go somewhere else while you browsed.

“And look this matches the jumper perfectly. Our little princess has to have the best fits on the playground.” Jack said determined.

“Hunny chill out a bit. The cart is half full already and I’m sure we’ll get designer clothes as gifts.” You cautioned.

“Um yeah but who can deny this jean skirt?” Jack said putting yet another item in the cart.

“Ok sir that’ll be $8,556.22 cents” The cashier said with a straight face not recognizing Jack at all.

“Oh my god.” You said under your breath. For a quick run to Target for some outfits in case the baby showed up tomorrow this was insane. Jack picked out some toys for the playroom, stuff for bath time, accessories, shoes, jewelry, purses and backpacks, a mini car when you lived in a condo, and another stroller he liked better because she’s “gonna have to flex on all those mofos at play group.” You just watched him go nuts and stayed silent, smiling and nodding approval for whatever next thing he was sure was needed as soon as she arrived.

“Do you need carry out sir?” The cashier said dryly

“All this can’t fit in the jeep baby.” You said to your husband. “We’ll have delivery.” You said

“Jackman.” You said sweetly to him placing a caring hand on his thigh in the jeep. “We have to talk about spending on this child.”

“I’m rich as shit and we don’t spend a lot on us. What am I working for?” He said annoyed. You were a major buzz kill.

“Ok sorry babe just added up quickly is all.” You said gently. This whole process Jack had been pretty calm. At times you felt he didn’t care much but he was tired trying to wrap up projects for when the baby came. “Probably just nerves” You thought.

“K so is my little princess hungry?” Jack said to your tummy. It was clear you were coming in second to “the princess” already.

“Yes WE want fried chicken and ice cream.” You said rubbing your belly tiredly. “Jack had worn you out in the store. Now you know how he felt going shopping with you.

@itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow @okaaay-mice

#jack harlow #fanfic #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #romance #dramatic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader

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zillasvilla · 1 month

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BEYOND THE LIGHTS

Chapter VII: Rocket a/n: Re-edited.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. Smut, dirty language. All things smut

Summary: Soraya’s next appearance, and new found status surprises everyone, while dealing with the drama from Dame.

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black Original Character

Disclaimer: All pictures, music and lyrics used are credited to the original creators. All original characters and plot lines are my one. Do not copy, or repost my work.

The gifted necklace sits pretty around her neck, the only piece of jewelry she wore other than some silver rings on her fingers. Soraya pulled off the little cape she used to cover her clothes while doing her make-up. The drama that broke months ago frustrated her to no end, she wanted to retaliate. Yet, her sister’s legal advice to go through a lawyer to release the documents was better. One less thing on her plate.

Special Delivery had become the number one album in the world. Her best-selling album since CTRL . Soraya’s production and pen skills, changes the way the industry sees her as an artist. She was enjoying the heighten success of her career, but still dealt with the heat of Dame’s dick-riders. But the light in all of her turmoil was her man.

Joshua. Big Papa as she started calling him. Since, the mention of her name in several court cases and unwanted media attention. They agreed to come out when she was ready. This strengthen their relationship, letting her be spoiled his attention on her. Their privacy allowed their solo careers to grow.

Soraya was booking meetings with major companies, photo shoots, concerts. People were calling her name. Jey was living on the high of being the world heavy-weight champion. His push, putting his name in every topic. The pop he gets after winning the all gold title from Damien Priest at Backlash was a moment she would never forget.

“They’re done setting up.” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood home. Their relationship had improved. Her mother learning to let her daughter grow up and do for herself. The multiple trophies show-casing her daughter’s talent. It was hard not to go into mama bear mode when her cub is attacked.

The blue and purple painted walls littered with posters of her favorite artist, brought her a sense of calamity. A place she can always come to when she wanted to feel like a kid again.

She nods, fluffing out her curly hair before deciding to finally get up, tossing her phone on the once slept in bed.

Athena joins her daughter’s side as they descend down the stairs. “Ready?”

Soraya nods watching the technical and production members come in and out of her parent’s home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to do an appearance. She agreed under the condition she does it from the comfort of her parents home. The atmosphere brings in a homey feel, giving her all creative control over her performance.

“We’re ready when you are.” Mark, the director tells her. She waves to her friends, pleased they were able to make it despite their hectic schedule. She had hoped he could make it, however, appearances in New York, kept him away.

She nods her head at the director, acknowledging his statement. Soraya takes a sip of the water handed to her by sister Shiloh. She smiles up at the older woman who stood over her in the beige six inch heels. Shiloh was there through it all, offering her shoulder to cry on.

Her sister had been a big help. She became the bridge between her and their brothers, keeping them at bay from killing Dame. Soraya was sure they would do with a quickness if she gave the go ahead. Shiloh’s focus was ensuring her name stayed cleared and it was something Soraya will forever be grateful for.

“I talked with Fredrick. Your attorney.” Shiloh adds, wanting her to know the details, before it all comes to light tonight.

”What did he say?” She trails her gaze to the sitting area, where her family and friends conversed amongst each other.

“He looked over everything you had on the drive, even contacted the private investigator you had during all of that.” She rambles. It was a lot for her to remember, so she let Shiloh deal with it, coordinated with her partner Fredrick, who was the best in the states. His price showed that.

“He’s going to speak with several news channels, and take it to a Judge. You could file a civil suit against him if you wanted too, if not the courts will likely press charges based on the evidence you provided.”

“If we could avoid court again, that would be great.” She drops her water bottle in the trash, looking at her sister. “I want him to suffer.” Shiloh nods in agreement. Her little sister had been through enough as it is. She would make sure, she never had to step into a court room again. She watches Soraya stand behind the mic, turning to the production team.

“You guys ready?”

Receiving thumbs up, she begins her introduction. The slow electric sounds being played from the guitars behind her, mixing with the brass instruments.

The smooth sultriness of her voice gained her crowd’s attention. She sways slowly, hand grabbing onto the mic for support. Immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the hatred album she wrote before her disappearing act. Rain on me.

This concert was her way of releasing so much trauma. Her way of telling the people she loved about the turmoil she went through with Dame. Her body relaxing as she felt the negative energy dissipate from her mind and body, her singing flowing into one her all time favorites. You. The background vocalists singing Keyshia Cole’s part. She would be hitting her up for another song. A hard transition from her singing to rapping being translated through the music.

“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.”

The words fly smoothly out her mouth, her own twist on the cadence, making eye contact with the camera. Everyone and the mama could immediately tell who she was directing it to.

You know what you did and honestly I been type done How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause At one point would had been gun point on site bum Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga

Her brothers watch from the back, a proud grin on their faces, as their baby sister devours him without mentioning his name. They had watched the growth from her being too shy to rap, to now placing her self up there with the greats. A part of their personalities rubbing off on her. Zyaire’s lyrical guidance, Duke’s raspy growl and Dennis vulgar language rubbing off on her. He nods along, face turned up, bopping to her unique style, emoting what she was feeling with her facial expressions and hand movements

So lost into the song, she hadn’t realized Jey was coming in, nodding with a smile. The loose-fitting shirt, that was probably his, showing off the traditional necklace. She never took it off, even gifting him a leather bracelet to match. He gets lost in his woman’s presence, loving how free she was in her element.

She steps back to vibe with music, making eye contact with him. A wide smile on his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed. The black shirt clinging to his muscles as he flexed. His brown eyes staring her down with a knowing chuckle. Mark signals to her that she had time for one last song. Deciding to switch it up when the music winds down.

“This is a song that I wrote in the heat of personal moment.” She smiles, standing in front of her soundboard. it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”

The only thing being used as background music was the sound board, producing her own beat, and having the recording of her vocals on a continuous loop. Soraya was always shy when it came to expressing her feelings to Jey. So she would write songs for him, leaving them around his place, in his bag. In his car, Not realizing his love language was words of affirmation in anyway. Her singing to him had to be one of his favorite methods.

You so damn important Everything you do shows me you know it Behind it all you are the motive Don’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it He say the king where he come from Take a young queen just to know one So, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen I’ma fix it like it’s broken

We could catch a flight out to London Go to the mall, spend a lump sum They could try to catch up to us But they’re too busy making assumptions

She starts, swaying side to-side, snapping her fingers to the beat with her eyes closed. His own breath hitching in his throat. The way she made him feel like it just them two in the room, knowing the song was about him..

Boy, you know all I do Is stay up all night losing sleep over you All I do Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babe

It’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the way It’s the way you are, you're a star, babe It’s the way you, it’s the way you

Her hazel-brown lock onto his deep brown ones. She’s singing slowly to him. The intense staring contest they had aroused him. The noticeable tent in pants, she smirks, relishing in the fact, she caused that with just her voice. Her brothers follow her gaze to him. A surprised look on their faces. Zyaire, feeling like a dumb ass for the way he talked to her months ago about Dame. He goes to talk to him, stopping in his tracks when his baby sister rapped another verse. He could wait till she was done.

This thing we got is crazy Only thing I know is you’re my baby Forever down, I am your lady Always for sure, never a maybe Never met someone who spoke my language Never met a nigga done with playin’ You the type of nigga make me lane switch Hand me the brush and say “paint it” Give me your heart and I hold it Show me your soul and I'll mold it

Baby boy, you gotta be the dopest Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

She closes out the concert slowly fading out the music, turning her attention back to the cameras. Soraya thanks everyone for coming, allowing production to pack up their things.

She takes a sip of water handed to her by Shiloh, watching everyone come her way while he hangs back in the kitchen with his twin. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the large island. She wanted to be wrapped up in them, but that would have to wait.

“I swear you get better every time.” Bianca tells her, giving her friend a hug. She would make a note to set up a girl’s day at the spa to catch up.

“Whatever you decide. We got your back.” Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats. Which included a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through.

”Yeah girl. He ain’t gonna get away with this.” Trinity hits her fist into her palm, showing she was ready for a fight. Before meeting with a lawyer, and and after the release of Special Delivery: her family, friends and industry connections had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album.

It wasn’t long before Dame and his bitch were trying to release their own album or diss towards her. It was a flop. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers and it was only fair she ended his. No mercy she thought, looking towards Jey, her vision is blocked.

She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. “Daddy.”

“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, grabbing her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. A soft grin on her face at her father’s praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.

Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as D-von Dudley. One half of the Dudley Brothers. He had long retired, but was now working alongside his former boss, and her god-father Paul, or Hunter as she liked to call him. His kids being a part of the business was his father’s only dream and he got it. With her brothers.

He had hoped his daughters would join too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.

“We do need to have a serious conversation.” She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing in full detail the abuse she went through. He just wanted to make sure his baby girl was okay.

”Okay dad.” She groans, finally locking eyes with Jey. Production had left, leaving their family and friends to snack on the food her mom prepared. However, Soraya wanted nothing more than to be up under him. “Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”

She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.”

Soraya wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her.

“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him.

Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence. She was happy her sister decided to tell everyone this way. It gave her control over her the life that he tried to take from her.

“Hi.” Soraya breathes out, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy and he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around.

He reaches out his hand. Her freshly manicured fingers come in view. The sky blue french tips, with the letter J on the pinky nails made him groan. His hand envelops her own, pulling her into his arms with a soft giggle.

“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her head. His raspy voice raises goosebumps on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her in.

Soraya sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms and the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her.

He technically couldn’t but his affairs in New York, ended early and he was able to catch the red-eye flight to make it on time.

”I’m a champ baby.” He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts break them apart. Soraya hides her face into his chest.

“About time. Damn.” Jimmy shouts, making Jey laugh. His hand rubbing her back.

”You ate today?” He looks down at her, ignoring everyone that where asking them a million questions. She had gone quiet and he felt the low rumble in her belly.

“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much of a safe space he was.

“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”

She pulls back, walking through the chatter boxes once again, fake laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood bed room. Her man was here and she was ready to go. He stands up quickly, seeing her brothers make their way up to him.

”Main-event Jey USOOO.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his ring entrance, laughing causing everyone to watch. The twins were super protective over their baby sister. That and they couldn’t stand Joshua for some reasons. They felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Jimmy clocks the animosity in their tone. He joined his brother’s side, ready for a fight.

“I should’ve known it was you. I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand pushes him back. Zyaire shakes his head at his shocked expression. This wasn’t’t the time more the place. He wasn’t one for the fighting in his parent’s home. Especially over his sister’s relationships.

Zyaire learned the hard way dealing Shiloh’s fiancee. Joseph. In honesty, he had no problems with Joshua. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Soraya than before and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that. Not even their dumb ass twin brothers.

”Chill.” He turns back to Jey. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”

He nods in understanding, seeing his her come down the stairs. “I got her Uce.”

“Everything okay here?” Soraya questions, finally joining Jey’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her older brother.

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “All good Raya, maybe we’ll see you at the shows now.”

Soraya rolls her eyes at the comment, she avoided those shows for several reasons. “Bye” She waves to them quickly, dragging Jey out the house with her.

Soraya was over it at this point, wanting to be alone with her man. He tugs her arm slowing her down. “Slow down baby.”

She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.

After becoming champion at Backlash, he was able to take a long break before the road to SummerSlam.

“m’sorry. Just missed you.”

He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Soraya’s needy eyes stare at him, making him groan. Soft wet lips press against her mouth “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaving her lips.

”Let’s go get you fed.”

It became a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. He was closer to more eating places, the bigger couch and bed. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes, slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own slippers.

”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night. She was over so much, her belongings, mixed in with his. Some days he found her clothes mixed in with his travel bag. He keeps them in there, letting her natural scent mix in with his. He had a piece of her every time he went on the road.

Soraya joked to herself a lot that she would move in if he asked. He just has yet to ask her and didn’t want to impose. What if he got tired of her and kicked her out. She grabs his hoodie off the couch, turning to him. “Don’t tempt me with a good offer.”

She slips into the hoodie, putting her head and arms through the designated holes while watching him toss the keys on the entry table. He was studying her, mentally drawing the image in his brain at how she looked in his clothes; especially his merch. The necklace he gifted her was peeking through the hood asking him smile. she never took it off. Unless she was in the shower.

Her phone suddenly connects to his home audio system, letting him know she was here recently. He relished in the fact she proffered his place over hers.

Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the speakers. She was singing to him again, only this time a little more seductive. The strides he made towards her filled with passion and determination.

She moans at his hands grabbing her face, pressing a hot kiss to her mouth. His own working against hers, licking her plush bottom lip. He sucks the soft flesh between his own.

Soraya trembles, gripping the front of his shirt. She tries to press herself closer. The needy kiss trails upward along her warm cheeks, moving her arms around his neck, her eyes flutter close, tiny moans from his teeth sinking into her neck, tongue soothing the sting.

”Jey.” She mumbles.

”Mhm?” He rubs his hands down her sides gently, pushing under the hoodie. Teasing her skin with light grazes from his fingers. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.

If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up, kissing him slowly, setting the pace she wanted.

He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her, his large hands gripping the cuff between her thigh and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out.

Her legs wrap around him, his erection straining in his briefs, pressing firmly between her supple cheeks. He can’t help but give it a light slip, groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs gently using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.

The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room. Her back hits the soft sheets, crawling up on her elbows towards the middle of the bed, He removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Faintly the song fades deeper, igniting a different light of passion behind his eyes. He grabs her ankle, pulling her down with a giggle.

Jey stands between her legs, massaging her thighs as he leans down, pressing soft quick quicks on her neck. “You want it princess?”

A sweet sigh fills his ears, her hand resting on the side of his neck, feeling the cool metal of his Cuban link beneath her fingers. “yes.”

Their lips meet again, she’s falling into mush at his dominance, letting him bruise her lips, his breath hot against her skin with each kiss on her neck and shoulders. His hand rubs into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms, tugging them down and off.

His hands felt hot against her skin; rubbing in places other than where she wants to be touched. He slowly pushes the top over her head, her ample breasts sitting pretty for him.

He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his face. Jey uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple. “Look at me.”

The huskiness in tone mad her rub her legs together. Her slick pools into a small puddle beneath her. She wills herself to make eye-contact.

His right hand, slipping between her legs, teasing her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger; using his middle finger to slide up and down her center.

Her soft moans covered by his mouth. She manages a soft pant. The hand still palming her breast rubs up her neck, enough pressure to make her lie flat against the mattress.

”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick hole. Her legs spread open, exposing her body more to him.

He stills watches her closely, learning each expression he made with the curve of his fingers, adding another one, mouth slightly parted. He knows he found her spot. She pushes down on his hand. A delicate squeal leaves her lip. He knows Soraya can get louder.

Jey has made her squeal several times before; he stops wanting to make her come just from his mouth.

He lowers to his knees at the side of bed. Jey pulls his fingers out slowly, hearing the soft whine of loss from above.

His wet lips, leave a trail along her thighs; avoiding her dripping sex. Jey nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh, teasing her in the best way possible. His hands, pushing her thighs back, felt her lower half roll with his tongue on her clit.

Jey flicks her clit in slow circles, urging her to cry out in desperation. The warm like flesh, trails down. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Jey..” She knew that’s not what he wanted to her.

“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance.

He lets a dribble of saliva leave his pursued lips on to her dripping cunt. “I got you mamas.”

He presses his mouth to her folds, leaving soft kisses. He looks up at he, allowing her thighs to close around his head. Jey hums lowly, coaxing a loud moan out of her.

He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling on the soft curls.

His groan vibrates against her, grinding down on his mouth. The bubbling feeling in her belly rising. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs, ears softly popping from the pressure.

Joshua plants his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed; flattening his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side.

The burning sensation in her thighs only adding her to intense pleasure Josh was putting her through. He closes his mouth around her dripping heat; sucking harshly to elicit whiny moans from her.

The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices.

“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her. His cool breath blowing with on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her.

His mouth kissed a pathway up her quivering body; fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin; her fingers tracing along his arm pulling him down closer, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. An aroused moan at the taste of her essence on his tongue.

So into the kiss, Soraya didn’t feel him push off his own briefs, tossing them on the floor. His hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his arousal against her folds. She bites his lip with a needy moan.

”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He rocks down. The tip of him inching its way inside her heat.

Jey watches her eyes roll to the back of her head,, adjusting to his size. A cocky grin on his face he bottoms out. He kisses along her slacked jaw. He grinds his hips, using both hands to hold her thighs on his torso.

A low, rough grunt, with every squeeze of her pussy around his dick. Her essence coating his erection making the slip easier with each long stroke.

His weight against her body forcing her body to take it; rolling them on his side. His hand grabbing at the pliant flesh of her ass. He grips harshly while bouncing her down on his thighs.

The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Josh leaves tender kisses along her shoulders. His hips curve upwards, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.

”oh fuck.” She gasps clenching around him to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glare on his face.

”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach.

“Josh-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.

”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the bouncing bottom again.

”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leaving his lips. He had wanted to make love to her, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal covered in her dripping cum. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss up her spine.

Her arms spread out next to her head, he rubs his hands up her arms, linking with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her falling back against his shoulder with a whine.

He circles his hips, lips pressed to her cheek with sweet kisses. “Feel good hm?”

She nods, words caught in her throat with each move he makes. His large, veiny dick filled her in the best way possible. She turns her head slightly, his own coming down to kiss her.

The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of her moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him. He frees a hand to grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly.

”So close baby.” Jey groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together.

A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He comes, hitting that spot over and over again that had her screaming his name softly.

“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm. “gonna cum for daddy?”

Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit. Soraya jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick.

“Words mama.”

”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.

”Cum for daddy princes.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her bounce back against him.

Soraya feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shake, going weak as she falls flat against the bed. A helpless sweet little cry echoes of the walls when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.

Jey’s movements don’t stop, her core overly sensitive. The mixing of her shaky breathes and his thick growls only intensify when he snaps forward, pressing his hips into hers. His load painting her walls.

“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip.

This wasn’t how he expected their first time together would go, but he would take it. Jey slides out of his bed. The once bright sky now littered with stars.

He turns on the light, smiling at her relaxed form. Her body littered with his teeth marks, and hickies. Joshua kisses up her back.

“No more.” she mumbles. He lets out a deep rumble laugh from his belly.

”Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her on her back and cradles her body in his arms. A quick kiss to her nose getting that shy smile he fell in love with.

His bathroom, just as spacious as his bedroom, was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk in shower was the best thing there; comfortably fitting the both of them.

The steam quickly filling the room; they clean their bodies. Jey steals tiny kisses here and there. It was a quick shower; not wanting to get dry skin and soaked heads. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head she had one his dresser. She had accumulated so much stuff over here, that she might as well move in. Her clothes miso mixed in with his, she just grabs whatever touches her had first.

The random shirt, being one his old merch shirts; it swallowed her frame.

“Hungry?” The goofy grin on his face does nothing to persuade her that he was only talking about food; he could only hope she was just as hungry as him.

Soraya looks down, laughing at the giant bright word in her chest. . “Yeeet.”

Jey’s head shakes with a smile; his heart swelling at her genuine laughter.. “I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?”

“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Jey cooked, he loved cooking for her and with. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites.

He was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous chicken.” She hints, reaching in the drawers to pull out the matching lavalava set he got them.

The lavalava fit snug around her waist, bringing her a deeper sense of connection with him. Their hectic schedules made it hard to incorporate their culture in the relationship. However, any chance she got, she would take it.

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OMG I FORGOT TO POST UUUUUUUUHHHH…

STRAWHAT POST TIME SKIP REDESIGN PART 2: NAMI

my very convoluted thought process! enjoy some word vomit! i was especially indecisive on her haircut and how to incorporate some glitz and glamour :/

she’s not as fancy (i.e. jewelry and expensive clothes) as i would’ve wanted her to be :( but i looove tomboy nami a lot so i still really like her outfit

the nami on the left is more of a restyling meant to stay pretty close to her canon design, just so that i could gauge what it was about her og look that i did and didn’t like :0

i’m a little angry at myself for keeping the bikini bra, cause i’ve seen really cool nami designs that aren’t blatantly “sexy” and make her a cooler outfit with a garment other than a bra. but also! she’s chubby! she’s transfem! she’s a lesbian! she’s a criminal! let her be sexy! for the ladies! and for herself! that’s cheesy but idk that’s my thoughts on it

i also think the teal aviator jacket is pretty ingenious! i guess i kinda wanted to give her a similar vibe to kiki from kiki’s delivery service. like how kiki’s both a mail delivery girl and a witch, and now nami’s both a pilot and a witch! idk… does that make sense??? i just have this very vivid imagine in my brain of nami using the clima tact like a broom to fly… but that’s what zeus is for…? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO REAL QUICK! COMPASS AND SQUARE PIN ON HER JACKET! IN NO WAY RELATED TO FREEMASONRY OR WHATEVER! THAT SYMBOL HAS A “G” IN THE MIDDLE! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT FREEMASONRY IS I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT IT RIGHT BEFORE POSTING THIS! ITS JUST A COMPASS AND SQUARE CAUSE SHES THE NAVIGATOR AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE! ok psa over :D

zeus!! he’s silly!! but with a less stupid hat! maybe more stupid hat idk! :D

i’m gonna tweak everyone’s jolly roger a little bit to match my redesigns (maybe not zoro’s tho i like it as it is and matches him pretty well already… and definitely not luffy’s cause it’s the crew’s insignia)

uuuuuhhh i hope y’all like it! suggestions for making it better are appreciated!!

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Sidequest: The Viper Pit [snippet]

Batfamily Week 2023 day 5: Fantasy AU | Friendship/Team Bonding | “There’s more of you?!”

Summary

Duke buys a d20 from a mysterious pop-up shop, transforming an ordinary homebrew campaign into the beginning of We Are Robin’s next adventure.

Where were they?!

Panic filled Duke as he dismantled the couch cushions for the third time searching for his Wizards and Warlocks dice. His friends were gonna be here any minute and without the dice, there wouldn’t be a game and he would’ve spent eighteen hours writing his campaign for nothing.

He found another batarang under the sink, but no dice. Groaning, he tossed it onto the small pile accumulating in the hall.

Was it time to throw in the towel? He checked his watch. He couldn’t ask Bruce ‘cause he was out with Selina, or his siblings because they were busy, or even Alfred since he was out for the day. Too bad he wasn’t a Flash, otherwise he could sneakily buy some more time. And his only Flash friend (more like acquaintance) was Ace West, the Rube Goldberg of unintended consequences.

Duke texted his friends that he might be late and told them where the spare key was before hopping on his bike, the GPS pinpointing every game store in Bristol

…which were all closed, because it was almost 7:30.

In hindsight, he should’ve looked up their hours first. Then maybe he wouldn’t be screaming the fuck-word into a blue postal box after his fifth stop.

Did Wayne Enterprises have fifteen-minute delivery? Did they even have a gaming subdivision?

He briefly registered a text from Riko telling him they were there and that Dre would eat his food if he didn’t show. Sighing, Duke hopped on his bike and ran through his other options as he made his way back. Maybe he could fold origami ones? But that would take forever.

At one of the red lights, he spotted a cardboard sign pointing toward a garage sale. Furniture. Clothes. Games.

Everyone honked when he cut across two lanes. He shouted a quick apology and turned into a narrow alleyway with empty trash cans and shuttered windows. For a second, he thought he was in the wrong place, but another sign in the same font pointed to a slightly subterranean door with metal bars over the tiny window.

Was he about to enter a murder dungeon? For board game dice?

Sure, why not. Worst case scenario, Jason bakes him a Welcome To The Dead Robins Club cake.

The door swung open before he even knocked. He looked around for a motion sensor, but the place looked like the 1800s. A single bell rang as he stepped in.

“Hello? I’m here for the garage sale. Though this isn’t much of a garage.”

Walking through the maze of dimly lit shelves felt like writing in cursive for the first time. There were no signs or placards telling him where things were and nothing was grouped together. He found books with worn spines next to colorful glass orbs. An animal skull hung from the same rack as long robes and Renaissance-style dresses. He counted no less than a dozen candelabras scattered about. A cracked mirror stood against the wall. Wind chimes dangled from the ceiling, brushing the top of his head. Oh, and look, more orbs . Plus the dust itched his nose.

He pushed a jewelry box aside to look into the next aisle.

Suddenly: eyes.

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Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.3)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

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It took you a second to get out of the house the next morning. Mom took a moment to lecture you on safety, and told you to keep an eye out for Nancy, who hadn’t come home last night. That bit of information concerned you a little. And you decided before you even left home that you would keep it to yourself. No use worrying Steve when she was probably just out being a good little reporter.

You made it outside in time to see your friend pull up to your driveway. No music blaring like usual, just chatter from the other three people in the car. Robin and Dustin seemed engaged in a conversation on what kind of monster Vecna might be. You slid into the backseat, putting Dustin in the middle. The rest of the drive to Rick’s was quiet. Even Dustin seemed to be lost in thought looking out the front window.

Steve hummed a song to himself and tapped his long, slender fingers on the steering wheel. Although he was only humming anyone could tell Steve had a nice singing voice. You wished he’d sing more often. Over the summer, you, Steve, and Robin had seen and performed along to way too many musical movies, your favorite being Grease. Something about the way Danny did up his hair and how he walked reminded you of someone. On the other hand, the way he dressed and his smoking habit reminded you of someone else entirely.

Steve pulled up to the boathouse as quietly as he could manage. Before you could even make it out the door, Dustin was climbing over you to get to the groceries in the trunk quicker. His eagerness to feed this grown man threw your mind back to Dart, like Dustin was going to bring Eddie home to his mom and ask if he could keep him. The image made you snort, and Max looked over at you, confused. You tried to cover it with a cough.

Dustin had apparently decided against knocking and bust through the door of the boathouse.

“Delivery service.” The dork held up two brown bags at Eddie, who looked like he might have a heart attack, his brown eyes wide and his breathing quick. Once again you found yourself fighting the urge to chuckle. Eddie began to rifle through the bags and open a few of the items you’d brought.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?”

The long haired boy stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth and chased it with chocolate milk. You were only slightly intrigued at how he shoveled food into his face. “Bad news first, always.”

Dustin huffed and clapped his hands together. “All right. Bad news.”

They talked but you weren’t listening. Eddie still wore the same clothes and jewelry. His hair looked like he had been messing with it all morning, the bangs licked up at the root. The light from the window shined on his rings. It took you a second to count that he wore four of them. Three on his left and one on his right. His hands were, for a lack of better terms, pretty. His nails weren’t exactly well manicured and they were definitely bitten short but they were clean, despite his hiding out in an abandoned boathouse for the last two days. You realized you were staring when you looked up and saw Eddie’s eyes on yours. You quickly flicked your gaze away and tried to refocus on the conversation.

“And the good news?”

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin continued, also adding that once his name does get out he’ll be in for a pretty shit ride.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie looked at the floor. You felt bad for him. Even though you saw him as kind of a dick, nobody deserves to be the scapegoat for a supernatural murder they had nothing to do with.

“Exactly.” Robin crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the door.

“Shit.” Eddie ate another mouthful of cereal.

Dustin spoke up, “So before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie looked at him, clearly upset, but Dustin just replied as nonchalant as ever.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.”

Steve butted in, “We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye so…”

“So we’re technically in more of a, uh… brainstorming phase.”

“Brainstorming.”

Eddie sunk into his spot on the ground. He wasn’t shy about voicing his thoughts on the situation, but you could tell he was still holding back. He had explained what he saw and just hearing his retelling, you had to try not to vomit. Eddie had actually seen it. It seemed fairly obvious that he was having issues dealing. He was doing a shit job hiding it. He looked so tired. The exhaustion on his face was clear.

Outside sirens blared, everyone froze.

“Shit. Tarp! Tarp!” Steve and Dustin scrambled to get the tarp back on so Eddie could hop inside.

After leaving Eddie with enough food for a few days, everyone piled into the car again. On your way back into town, the road by the trailer park was blocked by a gaggle of people and cop cars. Steve parked and stepped out to see the damage. That’s when everyone noticed Nancy standing there. You didn’t really wonder what your sister was doing on a back road by the trailer park someone had just died at, but then you noticed she was being questioned. The interviewer now the interviewee.

Everyone opened their doors to look. Steve waved at Nancy, who waved back, as she ignored a question the officer was asking her. You made an attempt to stifle the tinge of jealousy that the small action revealed. It felt pathetic, pining after Steve when he was still stuck on Nancy. Everyone knew it. You and Robin had a few stoned conversations about it. But you never admitted to Robin how you felt. You never knew how to be that vulnerable. Not with anyone.

Steve drove everyone to Max’s place. The kids went into her room, sans you and Steve. He leaned on the kitchen counter, resting on his elbows. Just being around him made your cheeks heat up. His hair always looked so soft. You wondered what it would feel like under your fingers.

“So. How are you doing with… all this?” Steve asked you, breaking you from your daydreaming. While he and the gang had been through the whole upside down issue three times, you only learned about it last year when you, Steve, and Robin had accidentally gotten yourselves stuck in a Russian lab under Starcourt Mall.

“Isn’t that something you should ask Eddie? I mean he’s the one being man-hunted right now.” You laughed humorlessly at the thought. Poor Munson. Even with his “town freak” title, he didn’t deserve this. It was beginning to piss you off how shitty this whole situation was.

“Yeah I guess. But Munson probably wouldn’t be honest about it. Not in front of Dustin, at least. Those two seem pretty close lately.”

“What makes you think that I would be honest? Maybe I’ll just lie and tell you that I’m not terrified at the fact that the Upside Down exists, and that people are dying and it’s definitely related. Maybe I’ll just tell you how I’m not scared that everyone I love is in danger.” You were frustrated, and the words just seemed to spill out. “Maybe I’ll say that everything is fine. Nothing bad is happening and the world is not on fire.”

Steve looked stunned. He looked like he was going to say something and then didn’t. Your face warmed a little in embarrassment.

“Look Steve, obviously the situation is a little fucked. But what can we do until we figure this out? Nothing is going to get better until Vecna is good and dead.”

Steve only nodded at your words. It was clear that you had just screwed the conversation into a depressing reality.

“Sorry. I guess I’m not adjusting as well as everyone else seems to have done.”

“Look kid,” you cringed internally at being referred to as a kid. You were only a year and some change apart in age. “Me, Nancy, and the others have been doing this for years. We’ll figure something out. It’s gonna be okay.” He put a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, and you relished in the brief contact.

When Nancy finally made it out of questioning, everyone sat in the living room, starting to explain their thoughts.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with some kind of spell. Now whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the mind flayer, or just loves killing teens, we don’t know. All we know is this is something different.”

You often found yourself tuning out of these conversations. Right now all you could think about was how Eddie was stuck in that dingy boathouse, eating Dustin’s selection of groceries. While the thought seemed a little funny you felt guilty. Maybe one of you should’ve stayed behind so he wouldn’t be alone.

“I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you wouldn’t go to the police. They wouldn’t believe you.” Max looked uncomfortable all the time these days. Poor kid had lost a lot.

The shrink seemed like the best lead. Leaving Max’s, Nancy started to go off on her own.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Nance, where are you goin?” It was a bad time to be alone and you questioned your sister's sanity for a moment.

“It’s nothing, y/n. There’s just something I want to check on first.” She rolled her eyes at you, and Dustin spoke up.

“Something you wanna share with us?”

“It’s a shot in the dark, I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Yeah okay, are you out of your mind?” Steve’s voice cut through the conversation. “No you need… you need someone to…”

His concern was genuine, and if he were anyone else you might think it was only that. But you knew from the few years you’d been part of the group and being nosy that Steve’s show of protection was more for his continued unrequited love. It was like driving a stake through your heart, hearing him offer to go with her and almost ditching the kids with you and Robin. You crossed your arms and just got in the car, not wanting to even see how the rest of the conversation would go. You knew you were being petulant and acting like a child, but you didn’t really care.

Robin noticed. She always noticed this stuff. And while you had never been honest with her about your feelings for Steve, of course she could tell something was going on with you. Eventually Robin resolved to go with Nancy, if only to make Steve feel better. He plopped into the driver’s seat, complaining about Dustin wiping his dirty shoes on the inside of the car.

“Always the babysitter. Always the goddamned babysitter!”

While the outburst made Max and Dustin smirk, you were hurt. Up until this point you figured Steve saw you as as much of an adult as him or Robin. Clearly that wasn’t true. You tapped Steve’s shoulder before he started the car.

“Hey Steve, drop me off at Rick’s.”

He turned around to look at you in the back seat, “What? Sweetheart what the hell are you talking about, we need to read into the shrink lady.” You ignored the nickname he’d been calling you for years. He looked annoyed, but you were also upset and both of you being there wouldn’t help anything.

“I feel bad that Eddie is all alone. Besides, it doesn’t take four of us to steal a key to her office.”

“So what, you’re just gonna leave me with these two idiots?” Max and Dustin both flipped him off.

“Just do it. We’re already at the trailer park. It’ll take like ten, fifteen minutes tops.”

“You know what, fine. Whatever, I’ll just play babysitter by myself, it's cool.” It was not cool, but Steve elected to keep it to himself that he was hurt you were leaving him behind to go spend time with the freak.

Steve dropped you back off in front of the house, but grabbed your hand before you could make it out of the car. The contact made your stomach tumble but you forced yourself to look composed.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself? Eddie’s got a walkie, right?”

“Okay, A, I’m not going to be alone, Munson is here, and B, I am a full grown adult, Steve. I will be just fine if anything happens.” You shook his hand off, and shut the door behind you. Waving a sarcastic goodbye before making for the boathouse. After what felt like minutes, Steve finally drove off, leaving you in silence, except for the slight crunch of gravel beneath your shoes.

It took you a moment to work up the courage, and you couldn’t hear anything from inside, but you knocked on the small door on the side of the boathouse. After a minute with no answer, you knocked again, announcing that it was you and not a cop. The door swung open to reveal a very sweaty Eddie Munson holding an oar like a bat.

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

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Hi! First time requesting so I don't know If I'm doing this right. Could I request Fluff/Headcanon in which character comforts a reader that has anxiety and overthinks a lot? The characters would be Malleus, Idia, Vil and Riddle. Please let me know if I misunderstood your rules, and it's okay if you don't accept my request. As always i love your work. And thanks.

12/4/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

delicate thinkingヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘even if the roots of your unsureness and thinking cause you to trip, they’ll be there to keep you steady.’

characters. diasomnia , ignihyde , pomefiore , heartslabyul : malleus draconia , idia shroud , vil schoenheit , riddle rosehearts ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), descriptions of unhealthy ways of dealing with anxiety like nail biting ( self indulgence ermm ), slight h/c, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. hello!! you did this req just fine, tyty ^-^ SOO sorry for getting to this late, busy couple days, exams kicked my ass..but i always come back! things may be a bit ooc or spelt wrong ( though i sure hope not ) because i mostly wrote whenever i got bursts of writing motivation and wrote quickly, but i hope it’s nice anyway!

m. draconia

— as usual, malleus takes you by the hand, delicately so, like you were a fragile and expensive piece of jewelry. the cool, crisp air surrounds the both of you, in the dead of night with a few fireflies to illuminate you even so. he noticed it when you were whittling at your nails, taking quick action to cover your hands with gloves as he gave you a stern but concerned gave in regards to it. he knew it wasn’t a proper way of dealing with your troubles, at least that much was certain to him, but from previous experiences involving his constant attempts at helping and being there for you, he hoped it would be enough for at least this time.

— there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind, and he admitted it himself though it left him rather pouty, that he wasn’t quite knowledgeable on the ways of mortal beings. not to say he hasn’t dealt with the matter at all, far from it, but he wished he had even the slightest clue what you personally were going through, just to comfort you more. he allowed his grip on your hand to be a little firmer, but not enough to hurt you—never enough to hurt you, ever. he turned to face you, noticing your more relaxed face which greatly contrasted your far more stressed expression from when he first saw you. he was a little worried your usual late night walks wouldn’t be enough, but it seemed this time around, he was wrong; he tended to be, when it came to mortal problems, but this time he wasn’t upset by the fact. you aren’t upset, so why should he be?

i. shroud

— the one and only, idia shroud, is certainly no stranger to the unfortunate dealings with anxiety and overthinking. quite literally cursed and therefore constantly wallowing in his own misery, it’s easy for him to tell when you’re going through something that leaves you anxious and pulling at your hair or cheeks, that if one would look closely enough, were barely stained by tears that were falling, but you were quick to wipe away whenever you noticed. he sympathized with you, so though it left him starting to feel anxious at the thought of it, he lovingly, in all his awkwardness, approached you in his attempt to help take your mind off things.

— he tends to be self-deprecative, even when he doesn’t mean it, but at times like these he makes sure to keep from it as to not leave you more anxious and stressed than you were before. in fact, though he’s not good at it, he wracks his brain to come up with compliments specially reserved for you, smiling with his sharp teeth sneakily peeking through as he addresses you as such, and though it’s again something he doesn’t mean, ends up switching the topic almost a dozen times and bringing up things he knows you like, whether it be hobbies or favorite whatever, and though neither of you recognize it, by that point, you’ve already relaxed enough to completely forget what you were anxious about before he showed up.

v. schoenheit

— being the housewarden of pomefiore, vil is an advocate for beauty and being the best you one could possibly be. and, well, unnecessary stress and anxiety doesn’t exactly come with that package, now does it? which means that vil will be damned if he lets you deal with that on your lonesome, that’s for sure. not only just a housewarden, he’s also a famous actor, so he’s had his fair share of anxiety and stress, especially in his early stages. he’s learned how to deal with relieving that very stress, and knowing that certain things may not work for everyone, he guides you through the basics first of all.

— he calms you down enough by guiding you through breathing exercises and rubbing your back with his hand, breathing careful reminders to take care of yourself, but making sure to watch his tone as to let you know he’s not belittling you in the slightest; he’s just worried for your health, he’ll have you know. on that note, he still guides you to his dorm room in order spend some of his free time with you, deciding to give you a little spa treatment—his treat, of course, he wouldn’t dare have you owe a favor in this state. he guides the process mostly himself, allowing you to sit back and relax, applying a face mask on you and giving you a more proper massage. after all, who would he be if he wasn’t making sure you weren’t the best you he knew you were?

r. rosehearts

— yes, certainly, a lenient riddle isn’t exactly a riddle many are used to seeing; but how could he be anything else knowing how there are one too many unnecessary things on your mind at the moment? the last thing he wants to do is contribute to that, so though it may or may not hurt his soul when rules are broken by you or when you’re in the vicinity, he doesn’t off any heads or lose his temper. rather, he focuses his attention on you to make sure that you’re cared for and feeling alright. after all, a you that’s frowning is the last you that he wants to see ( though it’s worse when you get so anxious you hide out in your room until you get over it ), so he’ll do all that he can do that at the very least, you feel pleasant.

— so he delicately pours you a cup of tea, allowing you to sit by him as he lets you rant about your sorrows, adding in commentary to let you know for a fact he’s listening and that he understands your feelings. he’s already prepared a variety of snacks for you to indulge on—though in the least harsh way he possibly could makes sure to let you know that it would be best to indulge while making sure not to do so too much in the process because he knows stress eating will do you know good—, snacks of which he put extreme amounts of work making just for you. so maybe the snacks are just a little, teensy bit imperfect in appearance or just a little too much of one or two ingredients in there that would throw it off balance normally, but you find yourself not caring, because the snacks are good enough that they take your mind off things for at least just this time.

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