#stupid Oneshot

[imadumdumjewel]

My gift oneshot about Tenhai for @ecto-stone

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Tenhai Araki the mirror clone is a scrunkly bold rat looking bastard. He fears almost nothing, except for one.

The vaccans.

They will purge him of existence if they come to his vicinity. He’s something called half other worlder half kamuji. Vaccans are after him who’s a vessel. That’s why he’s always hiding himself under the persona of a priest/healer/most importantly hermit.

Yeah that’s a lot of kamuji lore right here!!

But alas Tenhai’s creator’s lover always knows Tenhai is good at feigning death. She’s too clever to NOT know.

That’s because Tenhai and the other creator Tenhai both have distinctive heterochromia! Who wouldn’t be able to recognise his purple and golden yellow eyes?

So one day Tenhai devised a plan for him to escape from this crazy girlfriend-person, even just temporarily. He’s a cunning rat bastard after all!

Why not give himself some contact lens???

And that’s how Tenhai ventured all the way to a weird ass place to buy/borrow/steal lens.

By deliberately killing off himself behind a place he assumed to be a contact lens selling stall.

Because ordinary humans are too stupid to know he was deliberately trying to steal their goods.

So he swiped two pairs of colored contacts and shoved them right onto his eyes! Smart way to evade capture, yes?

…it’s a big mistake instead!

First off, his pursuer could still detect him with his scrunkly rat quirks, like his facial attributes. Besides she’s a deity for REASONS.

Secondly, his eyes were hurting from the poor quality cons.

And so, his pursuer spotted him too easily. Because he was already scrubbing his eyes in agony with those ill-fitted cons.

Guess what? She decided to game-end him. In the most gruesome way possible.

[details censored, she probably pulverized him with a giant fist or hammer]

And that was another reason he died, but at least he respawned afterwards… without the bad cons.

#my fic #stupid oneshot #for hachi #tenhai arakai #sorry if I don’t know too much of the lore #this is just Tenhai being his rat bastard self lmao

[sp0o0kylights]

Adopt a Jock Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 4

Shoutout to @bloomingconflagration for the title!!! And a HUGE thank you to everyone who left comments or gave suggestions!! I love you all you amazing, silly humans <3 <3 

There comes a time during a long work shift were your average overworked and underpaid employee starts to think they’re hallucinating. 

In Gareth’s case, it was when Steve Harrington walked through the doors of Palace Arcade, making a beeline right for him. 

“Gareth?” Steve asked, like he was the one out of place. “What are you doing here?” 

As if people just randomly stood behind the counter of retail and entertainment spaces with a nametag on. 

You know, for fun.

With a great deal of restraint, Gareth managed to hold the sass back, instead opting for a far more polite; ‘I work here, Harrington. What are you doing here?” 

Because no matter how much Hellfire had adopted Steve into its fold, Gareth could just not see the guy choosing to spend his free time at the local arcade. 

Not of his own free will, anyway. 

“Pick up duty.” Steve said, proving him right not even a second later. 

“Of what?” Gareth asked, puzzled, right before Steve’s name was shouted in stereo.

A miniature stampede took place as several children proceeded to swarm him like oversized puppies, most of them trying to talk at once. 

“One at a time, we talked about this!” Steve barked, loud enough to be heard over the commotion. “You’re giving me and Gareth here a headache!” 

He waved his hands in a “calm down” gesture, shaking his head and looking at Gareth in exasperation. “Probably giving the people in the video store next door one too, lord.”  

“Wait.” A curly-haired kid said, looking between the two older teens like he was watching the laws of the universe rewrite themselves in front of him. “You know Gary? How?”

“We are not close enough for you to call me Gary.” Gareth said dryly, for what felt like the fifteenth time that day. 

This was a regular battle between him and the kids who haunted the arcade.

(One had overheard Grant call him Gary the last time he was in, and ever since, every single child that graced this fine establishment with Cheeto-dusted fingers and candy-induced sugar rushes had decided to replace his actual name with his nickname.

The fact it clearly frustrated him only egged them on. )

“We go to school together Dustin,” Steve said, as if he were talking to someone particularly dense. 

“Yeah? You go to school with lots of people. You bitch about most of them.” Dustin fired back.”Plus Gary’s a total nerd. I bet you call him names.” 

"Hey, language!" 

Gareth’s eyes narrowed as he glared down at the little fucker. He was definitely going to remember Dustin (and equally going to watch and see what arcade games the younger teen played-- and top the score chart of every single fucking one.

He might be a nerd but he wasn’t gonna take that shit from a middle schooler.) 

“Hate to break it to you brats, but your babysitter here just joined our D&D club.” Gareth replied, if only to finally one-up the little bastards. “Our DM is building him a character as we speak.” 

(Which wasn't even a lie. Eddie was building a character for Steve. The guy just refused to give any input on grounds that he "wasn't going to play anyways." )

Abrupt and sudden silence, as several stunned faces stared at him. 

“Oh goddammit.” Harrington cursed, as the entire herd of children turned on him in unison like some kind of hivemind horror monster. 

“You joined the D&D club,” Dustin said slowly, outraged. “And you let them make you a character sheet, but you won’t play with us!?” 

“What the hell Steve!” The sporty-looking one whined, clearly hurt. “You won’t sit in on our games! You said they were lame!” 

“They are lame.” Steve defended immediately, pushing at sporty-kids head. It was fond though, the kind of gentle shove an elder brother gave to a younger one. It caused the kid's camo banana to fall into his eyes, which he adjusted quickly with a grumble. “Turns out the high school version’s cooler.” 

“He’s lying.” That from the bitchy one, whose arms were crossed over his chest, a glare on his face. “Steve probably paid Gary to say that” 

Gareth had seen that exact same stance on Steve at lunch that day, and wondered if the little asshole knew who he was copying when he did it. 

“Who cares about D&D?” This from the redhead, standing with another girl giggling in her ear. “I’m just amazed Steve has friends.” 

“Really Mayfield?�� Steve said, looking almost betrayed. As if he thought she was going to be the one to defend him in this weird little showdown.

The girl leaning on her giggled harder, making Mayfield grin (even if she tried to hide it.)  She whispered something, which the redhead outright laughed at before repeating; “Adult friends even!” 

“Okay.” Steve said, clearly cutting the kids off before they could embarrass him further. “Thank you, unwanted peanut gallery, for all of that lovely commentary. Now go back to playing the games you little shits robbed me of all my quarters for, or we’re leaving.” 

Henderson’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you were here to pick us up?” 

“Oh I’m sorry, did Jonathan magically appear behind me in the last five seconds?” Steve turned around pretending to search the parking lot through the windows. “No? Then I guess we’re still waiting. Unless you, Lucas and Max want to leave first.” 

“You’re such an ass.” Dustin huffed, rolling his eyes. “Why aren’t you waiting in the car anyway?” 

“It’s raining, it’s cold, and I thought I’d come in to say hi to my friend.” Steve replied, so quickly it took Gareth a moment to realize what Steve referred to him as. 

He'd gotten the friend title before Eddie. 

His best friend was going to fucking freak. 

“Are you done drilling me or are you going to let Max kick your ass at DigDug again?” 

“Shit!” Henderson cursed, spinning to intercept the redhead as she bent to put a coin in said arcade machine. “Max, you said you’d let me keep my leaderboard score today! Max!” 

“I know you said you watched kids, but this wasn’t exactly what I was imagining.” Gareth said, slumping against the counter.  

(He'd been thinking of Steve watching much younger kids for one, and two, he was starting to get the idea the babysitter thing was used as an insult. 

Gareth knew a big brother vibe when he saw it.) 

Steve gave him a tired look. “Me neither man. Me neither.”

 Then; “You fucking owe me for that D&D comment, they’re never going to shut up about it now.”

Gareth winced. “Sorry. I was trying to help.” 

Steve blew out a breath. “I know. I appreciate the attempt.” 

Which was better than Steve bitching at him for it, not that he’d really ever done that to Gareth. 

The two of them hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to be playful like that with each other, though they had occasionally jumped in on opposing sides to arguments Eddie caused. Gareth figured they’d get there in time, but even with all the progress Steve made, he still had more off days than on. 

It was a fragile line to walk with him. Especially when there wasn’t a single member of Hellfire who wanted to ruin the progress they made. 

(Even if half of them would never admit to it.) 

“Steve?” A voice interrupted, quiet in a way that contrasted directly with how loud the rest of the brat pack was. 

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand as if to starve off a headache. 

“Yes, Baby Byers?” He asked after a long, painful pause, turning to look at the saddest looking kid in the bunch. 

“Is there actually a D&D club at the high school?” 

The kid looked at Steve like he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to hear the answer, but was hopeful for the outcome he wanted anyway. 

It was the kind of thing that pulled even on Gareth’s heartstrings, and he was almost immune to anything involving giant, sad eyes after a solid year of working at the arcade. 

(Never mind Eddie’s own puppy dog looks.)

Steve’s voice gentled, in a way Gareth had never quite heard him use before. “There is. You’d love it, it’s called Hellfire. I’m sure it’ll still be there next year when you come in as a freshman.” 

He nudged him with his shoulder playfully, smiling when the younger boy perked up. “If you’re nice, Garebear here might even put in a good word for you.” 

“Garebear?” Max repeated with a burst of laughter, appearing behind Steve like a fucking ghost. “Oh my god.” 

“No.” Gareth said, bolting upright from his slouch as he stared at her in horror. “Do not call me that.” 

“Sure thing, Garebear.” She outright cackled, as Steve sent him a wide-eyed, apologetic face. 

“What did you just call Gary?” The sporty one--Lucas, asked, a wide grin overtaking his face. 

“I swear to God.” Gareth threatened, as Steve took another dramatic look over his shoulder. 

“Hey look Jonathan’s here!” He yelled, jerking a thumb over his shoulder as he started quickly walking backwards. “Come on, dipshits, we're leaving!” 

“Bye Garebear!” Lucas and Max sang together, following after him. 

“Harrington!” Gareth howled, as Steve mouthed ‘Sorry’ over his shoulder, all but bolting out the door. 

“I like Garebear a lot better than Gary.” Another, random child informed him with a grin as he sauntered past, arcade tickets in hand. 

Steve Harrington, Gareth decided, was a dead man. 

Not even Eddie’s fucking crush on the guy could save him now. 

xXx

“Did you know Harrington has a literal pack of kids he watches?” Gareth asked a few hours later, messing with his drum kit as he set up for band practice. "He even drives them around." 

More than that though--he’d seemed almost normal around them. That was the most Gareth had seen the guy banter or act relaxed since Eddie had dragged him over. 

“He’s mentioned it multiple times.” Grant replied, tuning his bass. “You have ears Gareth, use them.” 

“Gareth? Listen?” Jeff teased as he dragged an amp into the garage. “I don’t think I’ll live to see the day.” 

"Oh screw you guys.” Gareth growled, winging a drumstick toward his friends for the insult.

Grant, long used to Gareth's tantrums (and Eddie's dramatics)  didn't look up from his bass.

Not even when the drumstick hit the wall with a bang!-- allll the way near the opposite end of the couch, entirely opposite of either him or Jeff. 

"As usual, your aim is dead on." Jeff appraised sarcastically. 

"Like I'd ever actually hit you." Gareth grumbled with a pout. "I was gonna say the kids are older than I expected."

He reached down, blindly fishing for another drumstick from the bucket of them next to his kit. 

He came up empty. 

"Hey Grantman." Gareth asked, tone changing to something mildly embarrassed. "Could I uh, could I get the drumstick back?" 

He got a flat stare back. "No." 

"What did I do to get stuck with such dramatic friends?" Jeff joked as he began moving all the amps he’d pulled in back into their usual places. 

They hadn't had time to unload anything other than the drums after their last show and the regret was real. 

"Eddie’s been standing on tables since seventh grade, you knew what you were getting into." Gareth fired back, making grabby hands for his drumstick. 

"And you never grew out of being that dorky middle schooler who snuck into Hellfire games and screamed we were all going to die every time anyone made a bad play." Jeff shot back. "Yet here I am, once again wondering if I should just permanently confiscate Eddie's snacks, your drumsticks, and now Harrington's fricken spatula." 

"One year. I am one year younger than you and you act like it's an entire century!" Gareth muttered, as Grant relented and leaned over to fetch said drumstick. 

"We all know Eddie chucks food at people, but what'd Steve do with a spatula?"  Grant asked as he tossed it back to Gareth.

He missed and nearly took out a cymbal in the process. 

"He had a snit while we were making chocolate roulade cause it wouldn’t roll right. Flung the spatula around so much it splattered whip cream on his ceiling." Jeff shook his head as he finished hooking an amp up to his guitar. "I had to rescue it from him." 

"His ceiling?" Gareth said in disbelief. "Wait, you were in Harrington’s kitchen?" 

"Yeah?" Jeff looked up to find his friends staring at him. 

Grant blinked. "The fuck?" 

“Can we just play?” Jeff complained, just as embarrassed as Gareth had been.

“No.” Gareth said, retrieved drumstick nearly falling from his hands in shock. “You don’t get to casually drop that you went to Harrington’s house to help him bake and then try to get us to play right after!” 

Jeff, who had done exactly that, blushed, skin darkening as he fiddled with his guitar.

“It wasn’t a big deal.” He said finally with a shrug, as if this was something he did all the time and not the groundbreaking revelation that it was.

“Did you meet his parents?” Grant said, sitting up from the couch. “What did his house look like?”

Jeff finally gave up the pretense of playing his instrument.

“I didn't, and it was kinda sad, actually.” He said, as if he didn’t live for this kind of shit. 

Gareth knew better than anyone how much of a fricken gossip Jeff could be. 

“His house was enormous. I only saw the first floor, and his kitchen is huge.” He set his hands apart at a good distance, showcasing just how large “huge” was, before continuing. 

“But it was weird. It was like a model home. No pictures on the walls, no art, no personality to the place at all.” 

“What are we talking about?” Eddie asked, finally returning to Gareth’s garage from where he’d been gathering up all the wires they’d thrown haphazardly into his van. 

“Jeff went to Harrington’s house.” Grant and Gareth tattled as one. 

“To help bake stuff for this Friday!” Jeff defended, the blush creeping back onto his face. “I was curious about his chocolate roulade recipe and he invited me over!” 

“When was this?” Eddie asked, staring at Jeff like he’d grown a second head. 

Or more likely, Gareth knew, in jealousy. But he wasn’t going to call Eddie out on that just yet. 

“Yesterday. We got to talking about it in the parking lot after school.” Jeff said with an embarrassed shrug. “He said he wasn’t the best at explaining how to do things and that he’d rather show me instead.” 

“Kinky.” Grant deadpanned, making Jeff sputter. 

“You sure you didn’t see his bedroom, Jeff? It’s okay if you fell for the ‘wanna see my music collection’ line. We won’t judge you.” Gareth waggled his eyebrows, ducking with a laugh when Jeff went to whack him. 

“Shut up, we just made the chocolate roulade!” Jeff’s ears were red now, and huh, maybe Eddie wasn’t the only person with a crush.  

“Guys.” Eddie reprimanded, tone warning. 

“Sorry Eds, you know we don’t mean it.” Gareth soothed. Of course, his best friend's anger was less about the gay comments or Steve’s reputation as Hawkin’s man whore than it was about Steve fucking Jeff (and not Eddie) but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be appreciated if he pointed that out either. 

Eddie didn’t respond, eyes already back on Jeff. "Details, Jeffery, give us the details!"  

He dropped onto the couch, flapping his hands at Jeff in his version of a "sit down" gesture. 

Jeff sighed, but repeated what he'd just said for Eddie as he took a seat on the edge of an amp, placing his guitar down gently. 

 "I think Wayne was right. I don't think anyone else lives there but Steve. Not full-time anyway." He finished. 

Which sounded like the best fucking thing ever until Gareth thought about it for more than two seconds. 

Tried to imagine what his life would be like if his parents and siblings were gone. Not for a day, or even a weekend, but always. 

How silent his normally loud house would be. 

Thought instantly that he'd be inviting Eddie, his friends, and hell, l even Wayne, over as often as they could handle. 

"The way he looked when I showed up, and how quiet he got when I left I just…" Jeff fiddled with his guitar’s strap. "I think he's lonely." 

The four of them sat in silence for a long moment as they digested that. 

“Hargrove kicked his ass right? And Byers?” Grant said finally, breaking the silence ad he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Old news.” Eddie replied absently, jiggling his leg.

“You think his parents were around for that?” Grant continued, slowly.

No one answered outside of Eddie's leg loudly jiggling faster. 

 "Did you see the kids hug him or anything?"

"They're like thirteen. I seriously doubt they're pestering Steve for hugs." Gareth answered flatly.  

 "So he got his ass kicked, his parents are gone, he was supposed involved in that whole has leak thing…" Grant trailed off with an air of someone who expected the end of his sentence to be obvious. 

“You’re doing that thing again where you think what you’re saying is obvious and its fucking not.” Eddie grumped. "Just spit it out." 

His friend's head finally tipped back down from the ceiling, to face the rest of them. “Maybe the flinching is because no one ever touches him anymore unless it’s to kick his ass.” 

“Oh.” Eddie blinked, body going rigid. “Oh shit.” 

“That…would make sense. A lot of sense.” Jeff said slowly. 

Grant put on a face that read “Duh” loud and clear. 

“So what do we do about it?" Gareth asked after a moment. 

"Touch him, obviously." Grant replied, like he couldn't believe the drummer was even asking.

Gareth and Eddie shared a look while Eddie rolled his eyes.  

"The guy almost fell down the stairs last time I tried that." Gareth pointed out. 

Never mind any other time Steve got weird over the lightest of touches. Eddie couldn't even clap the guy on the shoulder without getting major side-eye. 

"No."  Eddie cut in, sitting up suddenly. His eyes had gone bright, "We're going to trick him into it." 

"We're going to trick Harrington into being okay with, what? Shoulder pats?"  Gareth echoed, like Eddie might hear himself if his words were repeated back to him. “You realize how stupid that sounds right?" 

"Shut up, listen. It's like getting a stray to trust you. You just gotta be calm and so obvious about it that they get confused and let it happen." Eddie had begun practically vibrating, causing his friends to trade uneasy glances. 

They knew that look. Eddie only got it when he thought up a plan that was going to cause problems. 

"Eddie, that makes zero sense." Jeff told him.

Gareth just shook his head, because only Eddie Munson could compare Hawkins golden boy with a fucking stray animal. 

Even if the guy kinda acted like one sometimes. 

"I just need an opening." Eddie continued, the little hamster wheel spinning in his head so fast the rest of the band could almost hear it. 

If Gareth had been told two months ago he was going to be sitting in his garage, discussing the best way to acclimate Steve Harrington to casual touch, he’d have actually smacked whatever idiot dared spew such nonsense with his drumsticks. 

"I did tell tell the kids today you were making him a D&D character." He said, before his best friend could truly go off on some half cocked plot. 

Eddie lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Gary, I could kiss you."

Gareth made a face. "Please don't."

He clapped hard before springing to his feet. "Huddle up boys, I've got a plan." 

"God help us all." Jeff muttered. 

(He huddled up anyway, any thoughts of playing guitar that night fully forgotten.) 

Bonus: 

"Why don't you just get high and watch a movie with Steve? You're a fucking cling-on when you're high." Gareth complained the next morning, when Eddie swung by to pick him up for school. 

Mostly because the plan Eddie had come up with was ridiculous.

 Eddie took both hands off the wheel, pressing them against his chest in mock offense while he stared at Gareth and not at the street. “That would be taking advantage of him and I, as a gentleman, would never." He gasped, dramatically. 

In his normal voice, he added: "Plus it doesn't count." 

“Eyes on the road!” Gareth yelped, swatting an arm. “And you know I didn’t mean it like that. People relax more when they're high and maybe Steve needs something like that as an excuse to allow it. Hell he doesn’t even need to be high, just you.”

Which Gareth personally thought was a very insightful thing to say, so of course he had to ruin it with; “or whatever.” 

"Do you recall how you kissed Jeff on the cheek when you were high and then spent the entire next month swearing up and down that you weren't attracted to men last summer?" 

"That was different. I was discovering myself." 

Eddie outright cackled. "Discovering yourself? What self help book did you pick that gem out of?"

"I was quoting you, you moron!" Gareth sputtered. 

"If I said anything like that then I was definitely high and it just proves my point. Steve would just be uncomfortable."Eddie stuck his tongue out. "So there." 

"Fine." Gareth sighed. "If we ever get high with Harrington, I'll sit in his lap."

Eddie's eye twitched. "No you will not."

Thrilled to have something to tease the elder metalhead about, a smile graced Gareth's face. "In fact, I'm calling dibs." 

"You can't call dibs on a lap! And besides, you don't even like him like that!" 

"So?" Gareth retorted. "It's a nice lap, looks comfortable. You don't want it, so I'll take it."

Eddie grit his teeth, grasping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white. 

"I know what you're doing Gary. This is some bullshit reverse psychology shit and I will not be falling for it." 

"Oh contraire, this is sibling bullshit, Munson. You want it, so I want it." Gareth crossed his arms and looked at Eddie smugly. "And unless you do something about it, I'm getting it." 

"I hate you." 

Gareth grinned, delighted. "I know." 

#Gareth @ 15: LOOK AT THESE LITERAL BABIES! #The Party @ 13: SCREW YOU GARY U NERD #Steve is a mom in my head but he definitely has older brother vibes. #Like he's on that 'You can do stupid shit but only if I supervise' phase lol #I don't ship Gareth with Jeff but I can see him picking Jeff over Eddie as the Bi Test Run. #Pre steddie #hellfire adopts Steve #adopt a jock #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #hellfire club #Steve harrington whump #Sad Boy Hours Steve #0o0 fanfics #gareth emerson #jeff #grant #Next part is Eddie Munsons Ridiculous Oneshot

[taintedcigs]

don't mind me i'm just thinking about eddie who woke up in the middle of the night as soon as he felt you leaving his side, his hands frantically searching for you on the other side of the bed, a groan leaving his lips as his fingertips meet with the coldness of the once warm sheets. he quickly drags himself out of bed, pouting like a child, stumbling into the kitchen. the dimly lit lights make him groan again as he falters his way towards you, a smile creeping upon his lips as he sees you leaning against the counter, spoon in hand, devouring a pint of ice cream.

'honey...' he lowly calls out for you, making you jump, 'you scared the shit outta me, eds.' you murmur, giving him a warm chuckle. he doesn't hesitate as he hurries toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace as a squeak escapes your lips, your touch alone engulfing him in warmth and he sighs contently, worries fading away now that he has you in his arms. 'what are you doing up?' you ask, head pressing against his chest. 'my personal heater went away.' he pouts smothering you with kisses.

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #anyway this si so stupid and bad but i wanted to post something and this was sitting in my drafts #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabbles

[sunnyyangie]

p1harmony masterlist (no soulseob)(mdni, 18+!!)

these ALL include smut !!

keeho

thigh riding - dom!kyo

lap dance - sub!kyo

hand kink - dom!kyo

size difference - dom!kyo

drunk sex ft ji - dom!kyo

theo

public - dom!tae

hate sex - dom!tae

high sex ft tak - dom!tae

somno - dom!tae

perv!roomie - tae

dry humping - dom!tae

fingering - dom!tae

after paris - dom!tae

petplay - sub!tae

marking him - tae

mirror - dom!tae

facesitting - dom!tae

professor - dom!tae

theo with a coquette gf, fluff + nsfw

tied up - sub!tae

bj during a live - tae

jiung

phone sex - dom!ji

cockwarming - dom!ji

drunk sex ft kyo - dom!ji

nerdy - dom!ji

intak

thigh fucking - subby!tak

high sex ft tyang - dom!tak

spit+impact play - dom!tak

all four

elevator

cunnilingus

#sunnys masterlist #p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #choi taeyang smut #choi theo smut #keeho smut #yoon keeho smut #choi jiung smut #jiung smut #p1harmony x reader #hwang intak smut #intak smut #choi theo x reader #keeho x reader #jiung x reader #intak x reader #how many hashtags until i look stupid #piwon masterlist #p1harmony masterlist #p1harmony hard hours #piwon hard hours #piwon oneshot #p1harmony oneshot

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is unrequited!

(936 words.)

"Oh, just fuck right off!" Sirius snaps, grip tightening on his butterbeer.

"God, what's gotten into you?" Marlene asks, arching an eyebrow. To be perfectly honest, Sirius doesn't want to talk about it.

James is more than happy to, though.

"Don't worry about him. He's all pissy because of his unrequited love." Sirius' head immediately snaps up, alarmed.

"Prongs," He says, warning. His eyes almost involuntarily dart to Remus for half a second, panic seeping through him. James, however, is teetering on the line between tipsy and drunk, completely missing the hint.

"Mm, completely hung up on some girl, right?" Peter chimes in, and Sirius almost wants to laugh. The urge to drop dead is much stronger, though. To crawl into a hole and say there until this conversation ends.

"Something like that," Sirius says quickly, before turning away from them both. Fingers crossed, he can just shut this down. "Hey, Lily, that potions essay..."

Unfortunately for him, Lily seems just as invested.

"How do you know it's unrequited?" She asks curiously. Remus lifts his head, then, nose out of his book. For some reason, that's what tips him over the edge. He needs everyone to stop. This is difficult enough.

"Because I asked, okay?" He says hurriedly. It causes his friends to lapse into silence, but it's like he's just burst a dam. The explanation starts before he can hold it back. "I asked, and they said no. They said it was a bad idea, we were too close for that."

"Huh," Mary hums.

"What?" Sirius asks with a frown.

"They didn't say they don't like you?" Mary asks, and it really throws Sirius. He hasn't considered that.

"No, not exactly," He muses, frowning. "But why would anyone reject someone they like?"

"Maybe they were scared of ruining the friendship you two have," Remus speaks up gently, almost inaudibly from across the common room; capturing Sirius' attention in less than a second.

"That makes no sense," Sirius says without missing a beat, eyes locking with Remus. "They should know me well enough to know that I wouldn't let that happen. I know they wouldn't. We've survived worse."

From the corner of his eye, he can see confusion flit across James' face at that comment. Yeah, it was a bit of a risky thing to say. He's practically handing James the truth. It doesn't matter, though. Not right now. His eyes are fixed on Remus.

"Depends on what you think is worse. They might be worried about a messy breakup getting in the way."

"No, that can't be it," He says, imploring. The longing to see into Remus' mind, figure out what he means is too strong. He'll have to unravel it this way instead. "If they're already thinking about a breakup, then clearly they don't like me that much. Unrequited." He wants nothing more than to drop the matter now that he's proven his point to himself. Maybe he doesn't need to see inside Remus' mind. He goes to down the rest of his drink, but Remus is shaking his head, and Sirius is losing sight of everyone else in favour of Remus.

"Or they just care too much about you." There's something in Remus' eyes, an ache that Sirius wants to heal.

"Really? Why would they reject me when I told them how I feel, then?!" Sirius asks desperately. It seems to snap Remus' resolve, burst his ambigious speech.

"Because I'm in love with you, Sirius! Okay?! Christ, this isn't just some- some joke, or some experiment to me! You looked me in the eye and told me you liked me, and that- that made me hope, okay? I don't want to hope. To think that you liking me means you'll fall in love with me. I mean," He releases a breathy laugh, seemingly unaware to the way Sirius' world is turning on it's axis, "I'm me, and you're- you're perfect."

He seems to have reached the end of his tangent, pattering out as everyone looks between the two of them, stunned. Sirius searches his brain, which may or may not be short circuiting, for some way to voice his thoughts. There are so many things he could say, so many ways to tell Remus everything, but none of them seem to be enough. Enough to encompass everything. A better solution comes to him as his yearning overwhelms him.

With that, he sets his butterbeer down and crosses the common room. Remus' eyes widen, suddenly unsure, until Sirius pulls himself into Remus' armchair, facing him. He reaches out, pressing a hand against Remus' cheek and finally, finally connecting their lips. It's everything he could have imagined and more.

Remus' lips are soft, warm against his, overwhelmingly perfect, and making Sirius desperate to stay there forever, mapping out every inch of Remus' mouth, the way it fits against his like they should have been doing this forever. It's a feeling Sirius knows he's never going to forget, causing the words he has been desperately repressing for years bubbling up inside him.

"I love you," Sirius murmurs against Remus' lips after a moment. "I love you so much, Moony."

Their eyes meet again, Sirius watching as Remus' eyes go from searching to joyful, a grin splitting across his face. It took a whooping cheer from James to break the spell that Remus' eyes got him in. They both turn to their friends, a laugh escaping Sirius as he drops his head into Remus' shoulder.

"Thank fuck that's sorted, then!" Lily says brightly, a wry smile on her face.

Okay, Sirius is really grateful for his oversharing friends.

#teenage wolfstar are my faves #they're so oblivious and stupid I LOVE THEM #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

[fruttymoment]

Find the cat person

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⬛ 🐱 ⬛️

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Cant find them? Thats becaus- WAIT OH MY GOD ONESHOT GAME

#oneshot game #this is so stupid #LMAO

[prunpplee]

finished One Shot a few days ago...didn't think getting this attached this fast was possible

#golly let me in i wanna to see their stupid cute lil face again #oneshot game #oneshot fanart #niko oneshot #oneshotgamefanart #oneshotgame #artists on tumblr #handmade #oneshot #one shot game #claycat #clay art #clay creations #polymer clay #clay figurine #hand painted #handsculpted #oneshot alula #oneshot calamus #oneshot prophetbot #oneshot lamplighter #clay crafts #cute cats #what the heckers its so cute

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Luke Castellan x Poseidon!fem!reader

hi i have no idea if you take requests but if you do could you write for Luke x daughter of poseidon? I’ve been thinking about someone who’s similar to Luke who’s felt neglected by their God parent and when their half brother Percy comes and gets claimed within a week, she’s angry and jealous bc hers took almost a year. An angel in disguise, evil lovers trope 🥹🎀🫶 just wanted to share this concept that’s been itching my brain

comfort fluff

warnings: crying, gods being bad parents, jealousy, insecurity

The new blond kid furrowed his brow again, and you groaned internally.

“So we’re supposed to love them but they don’t even come and see us?”

The arrival of another kid was always exciting. They’d stumble over the border, scared out of their mind, and once they calmed down, you’d get to hear their story. They all had such different ones and all the details and quirks in them fascinated you to no end.

The less fun part was answering all the questions they had, and trying to make camp seem fun and exciting, when they were usually so broken. It never seemed right to you to talk about rowing races, as if they were antidotes for leaving your old life behind.

Percy Jackson, however, was proving to be more curious and.... confident than new demigods were typically.

You exchanged a look with Luke at Percy's comment, wondering how to answer this curveball of a question. You noticed his jaw was clenched, and he seemed to be making no kind of attempt at responding.

“Well, uh, yeah, more or less.” You replied lamely.

“I don’t get it. If we’re their kids why don’t they come down and visit us? Get to know us?”

“My question exactly,” Luke murmured bitterly to you, but then he grinned, clapping Percy on the shoulder. 

“Eh, the gods they’re busy and all. But you don’t have to worry about them. Burn a bit of your food, pray sorta regularly and they’ll be happy. And just enjoy-"

“Who's my dad?”

Another difficult question.

"Sorry Percy, we don't know," you replied softly. "you'll know when you get claimed."

"Claimed?"

You explained the claiming process, and your unease grew as Percy frowned more and more as you continued. It was obvious he was against claiming.

"So let me get this straight," Percy paused, his expression one of utter distaste. "I've gotta do something cool - something amazing - in my first few days at camp to make my dad notice me?"

You winced. "Yeah, something like that."

"He doesn't just come down, and recognise me?" He asked in disbelief.

"The gods don't really... come down, Percy," Luke corrected, also wincing.

"So, what, they-"

"Don't stress too much about it, Percy. I'm sure your dad will claim you soon, and then we can all celebrate." You reassured with a grin.

If only that had been right.

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And you had won! You whooped, joining the cacophony of victory that was the Hermes cabin, all gazing triumphantly at the flag Luke had captured and was brandishing with pride. 

When your eyes met Luke’s, your head spun. He had really done it! Your best friend, your amazing, brave best friend had won it again! He grinned at you, and your heart seemed to jump towards him erratically. Before you could think straight, you were running closer, and-

“Y/N! I think you have a brother?”

Huh?

Brother?

You noticed the atmosphere had changed drastically, and the campers had become hushed around you, whispering and pointing. And they were all… kneeling?

“Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon!”

At Chiron's call, you turned to where they faced and saw a dumbstruck Percy, thigh-high in water, squinting above him. 

At a massive, glowing green trident. 

Poseidon. He was your brother. 

What?!

After the initial tidal wave of shock, and even joy for Percy wore off, you were outraged. Percy had been at camp for what couldn’t have been two days. And he was already claimed? When it took you nearly a year of hoping and crying and praying to do so? 

What in the Gods did this mean? Were you not as special as Percy? Did your dad hate you? What in the- what- he- you- he-

You couldn’t think about it anymore, your thoughts incoherent and speeding through your mind. Your chest tightened, and you couldn't breathe, your lungs still and your eyes heavy with tears.

No, no, no, no. You wouldn’t ruin your brother’s claiming. 

Even though your father ruined everything-

You began stumbling back, walking between rows of kneeling campers, as quietly as you could. It still seemed thunderous to your ears. You could feel the stares, but you tried not to think about that either. Judgement was at the bottom of your stress agenda.

Once the forest obscured your form, you began sprinting, dodging trees and shrubbery as you made a rapid escape to your cabin. The anxious thoughts didn't stop, even as the world rushed past you.

Breathe in, breathe- my dad hates me- out.

Breathe- he loves my brother more- in.

bre- he'll never love me as much- out.

b- you weren’t good enough, and you never have been- r-e-a-t-h-e

Once inside, you collapsed against the cool door. Your breathing finally slowed, as your eyes travelled over the familiar blue scenery. Felt the slightly chipped paint beneath your fingerprints. Inhaled the salty, sandy smell. This was your home. You could safely cry in here, feel comfortable, do anything you wanted-

Until Percy came.

You wouldn’t even have five minutes in here before everyone came back, and swung the doors wide for Percy. And you would be forgotten, shoved into a lesser position to make room for your shiny, new brother.

Stop! It wasn't Percy's fault that Poseidon was a terrible father. Percy was innocent. He was just a little boy, wanting to be accepted. It wasn't fair to feel bitter towards Percy.

But you couldn't help it.

Either way, you wouldn't let the first sight to his new home be his crying, jealous sister. You didn't want him to feel guilty for belonging.

But where else could you go?

The beach?

No. The water was once a comfort, but it seemed a hellish sight in your mind now. You didn't want to go anywhere near anything that reminded you of Poseidon. Absolutely not.

The forest?...

That was perfect.

Steeling yourself for the outside world, you inhaled shakily before rushing out of the safety of your door. Thankfully, camp was still quiet, although you weren't going to wait around for it to become full and rowdy.

Taking off at a jog, you made your way into the forest surrounding camp, in the opposite direction than the one campers would make coming back. Sure, monsters could attack you, but at this point you were certain you were angry enough to wield your dagger with lethal accuracy.

Come get me, bitch, and you'll find out just how I feel, you thought to yourself.

You moved through the forest until the dappled light on your tanned skin, became dimmer, almost dark. It was then you stopped, hunched over, breathing deeply, stepped backward to slump against a firm pine tree.

You let yourself cry, as loudly as you needed. The ocean never hushed her screams, and now that you were alone, neither would you. It was cathartic in a way, screaming as loud as you could, sobbing as hard as you needed, draining your body of all its sadness, jealousy, insecurity.

No one would ever hear you. It would be a secret between you and this little green glade.

And then you could return to camp, fake all the smiles you needed. You would be happy for Percy. You would be grateful to your father for allowing you to have a brother. You would be faithful and in admiration of the Gods.

You felt sick at those thoughts, a pit growing in your stomach at having to betray yourself for others.

Why did it have to be this way? Why?

The pit in your stomach only grew as you heard fast-paced approaching footsteps. Your sobs immediately halted, and you stilled against the tree, wiping your tears and drawing your dagger.

"Y/n?"

It was Luke.

You exhaled shakily, debating whether to respond. But it was Luke, and surely he would understand.

"Yeah?"

His approaching footsteps resumed, and you caught a glimpse of his face, splashed with relief. Immediately, he sat beside you, and wrapped a tentative arm around your shoulders.

It was so comforting, and you began to cry once more, this time into his shoulder. His fingers tangled in your hair, and they were so soothing, your cries became even deeper and cracked.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been held and comforted.

"What's wrong?" he muttered softly.

"My-my dad," you replied croakily.

"Oh," you knew he understood, because he tugged you closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You shuddered at the contact, flustered despite your current emotions.

"Your dad is an idiot for making you feel like this."

"You-you can't say that," you said nervously, shifting in his arms as you glanced around, anticipating a megatsunami or hailstorm.

"I don't care, y/n, let me drown the next time I swim. You need to hear it. You're one of the best campers there is, and all you do is love him, and he treats you like this! He's an idiot!" He said earnestly, laughing a little.

"I just can't believe he'd claim him so soon," you whispered, and the tears began again, "I just-- it's like slapping it in my face that he loves him more. That Percy did enough for him and I didn't."

"No, don't you dare think like that." He tilted your chin up with his fingers. His eyes were strong, angry. But his fingers were gentle, and they caressed your jawline with care. "You've done more than enough for him. You've done more than enough for anyone, don't ever make yourself feel like this."

"But-"

"No. No. Never." And he drew you back into a tight embrace as the last of your tears flowed.

You stayed like that for what could've been minutes or decades, the both of you breathing in sync, against the rough bark of the tree and warm heat of your camp tees. You began to grow sleepy, your eyes drifting closed, and that's when Luke shifted.

"Hey," he murmured, his arms still wrapped around you as he pulled the both of you to your feet, "let's get you home."

Off you walked into the dusky evening, your words and secrets left embedded in the canopy and grass of that glade and deep in your hearts.

For while you now knew there were two children of Poseidon, and you were most certainly the second choice - you knew you were the favourite to Luke.

And maybe that was what mattered.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan angst #luke castellan x you #pjo show #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #tlt #show!luke castellan #luke castellan pjo show #some fluff? sorta #based on this request #the gods are a trigger warning #like i would not follow luke personally #but do i understand? heck yes #the gods are literally so stupid and just like they don't even make sense #invest time and effort in kids and then you don't care #cmon babes you're like super duper powerful and can't take 5 seconds from your day or week to say hi or ily or send some cookies or some sh

[king-dumbasz]

Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜

The internet is a magical place💚

I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao

TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss

Mammon x GN! Reader

The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...

Mammon was FURIOUS

He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.

You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!

Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!

Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!

You became a star!

But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too

For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon

No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon

All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)

Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too

"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"

He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling

"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"

"Ye..."

Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different

The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts

Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...

Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow

One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally

"Sir, you wanted me here?"

You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)

"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"

That was horrible, adorable, but horrible

"Sir... What?"

"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"

"What is happening?"

"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."

"Oh!"

You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"

"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."

Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)

"I like you too"

Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath

"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"

"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."

#i love him #he's so stupid #hb mammon #helluva mammon #helluva boss #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss x reader #mammon x reader hb #mammon x reader #mammon x reader helluva boss #helluva boss mammon x reader #vivziepop #oneshot #mammon helluva boss #gn y/n #hellaverse

[lunar-whisp]

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2.9k | Warnings: Cussing

Synopsis: You're an idiot, aren't you? What part of 'lay low' didn't you understand ? It's getting tedious, you know! Is all you can hear the doctor bark at you like a chihuahua gone mad. It's unlike him, at least the chihuahua part. Granted, you left the village in literal shambles to the Surgeon of Death's demise. But what's the big deal? That fruit vendor had it coming anyway!

A/N: This OneShot / scenario was requested by the one and only @hirsheyskisses !! Thank you for the splendid idea dear! I had lots of fun ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

What a hassle. First, everybody starts holding their stomachs in cramping pains and now you have disappeared into thin air? No announcement whatsoever, not even a note left to contemplate to either get you out of the mess you find yourself in for certain, or just leave you to your fate. Truly, it is all up to you now, for the doctor isn't well tempered with your sudden vanish.

"Where have you seen (Y/n)-ya last?" - "I saw her going to bed last night, but - that's about it.", disgruntled, the Surgeon's forehead wrinkles in irk after hearing Shachi's statement, shaking his head in disbelief. What are you on about at such unholy hours?

The evening before

Your kimono flows in the soft summer breeze, cherry blossom petals sway along the air's streams and invite you into your day dreams enticingly. Compared to other beautiful sceneries you ever experienced in your life, there is none that could compete to this picturesque paradise. The scent of sweet honey shoots up your nostrils as you tread closer to the upcoming village in the distance.

Passersby greet you with a kind smile, nodding at you and going about their days again, to your wonder. Usually, the closer a foreigner gets to the flower capital, the more the residents keep a distance, excluding you from Wano Kuni's mysteries. It is obvious, they are held at discrecy for a reason you cannot quite fathom at this point.

Penguin and Shachi come jogging from far behind, calling out to you: "(Y/n), wait for us!" Torn out of your bubble, with a warm hello you beckon them over. The two men stop beside you, completely out of breath. Did they attend a marathon or of sorts? Either they're completely out of shape, or the two knuckleheads took off starting from your current hiding spot, following you to the nearest civilization to grab some none affected food.

There's no better way to describe the situation than it being 'untimely' and 'discombobulated'. Everything you eat around these parts turns your stomachs upside down, giving you no choice than to rest and survive the emergency runs into the thicket. Fortunately, it didn't leave that strong of an impact on you. Bepo on the other hand might got struck a slightest bit harder, in comparison to the rest of the group, consisting of you, Law, Shachi and Penguin.

Dare you say, he's holding on to dear life. Your Captain constantly remains in his role as his Vice Commander's trusty doctor, always checking up after this baby's cries of agony, who frets of having a life threatening disease. You can recall Law's exact words: "Don't be ridiculous, Bepo. You only have the runs.", as you heard him huff in annoyance, you remember how he rolled his eyes after a sharp sigh and he added: "Didn't I tell you to keep your paws off the fish in the river?"

Irritation is beyond of how you feel about this current indescribable commotion. So, you made the decision to find the next best village around and seek out a vendor, no matter what kind of food he offers, you're in desperate need of nutrition. The group is suffering enough with gnawing hunger, and now you are challenged to cope with possible food poisoning? You are infuriated. Shachi gives you a strong pat on your back: "We kinda already suspected you'd be up and about to fetch some grub. Allow us to help you out!" - "Oh thank you, Shachi. Let's hope the people aren't prone to shoo strangers out of town."

Though you outted your thoughts with a hint of sarcasm, you are truly anxious about the idea of Wano Kuni's hostility towards, let's call it 'tourists'. Penguin reassures you with a thumbs up and grins over both ears in full trust. Something tells you, it won't be as easy as initially hoped for.

"Fresh fish!" - "Get your fruit and vegetables here!", the vendors call out to the people strolling along the markets, spread all over the colourful stalls. Carefully treading closer to one of the fruit stands you greet a chipper looking fellow, who gives you the brightest of smiles you ever came across. Even Shachi and Penguin are stunned by this display.

"Greetings strangers! Are you interested in buying some of my famous apples or peaches?", after giving him a shy wave with your hand, you order a basket, full with ten vibrant red apples. They appear to be edible. "That will be fifty Berry, miss." - "Th-That's quite expensive.", you utter in awe and place the currency onto the vendor's stall table.

Again, you witness this man's radiant grin and he explains: "Times are rough these days, but trust me, you won't find any better fruit than here!" Convincing. With the basket of apples in hands, you head towards the forest, out of the village. An old lady, who waited in line behind you is now up and asks for the same like you ordered. You hear the vendor chime happily: "As always, ten Berry please, kind Alva." - "Of course Sagishi. Here you go. Greet your mother for me, will you dearie."

Hold on. Ten Berry for the same amount? Something's off. You turn around to take a peek at the scene, before making any false accusations. Well, will you look at that, it seems you heard correctly. The old lady wanders off into the distance with her neatly weaved basket filled with the red and shiny fruit. Perhaps she earned a discount on them?

The sheer amout of 'cheesy' almost lets you shrink away in your geta sandals. If you wouldn't know any better, it was close to a badly written commerical. Your two crew mates call you over, already far up ahead: "(Y/n) come on! The Captain and Bepo are waiting!" - "Coming!"

Back at the hiding spot, a sour after taste lingers on your tongue and your face scrunches in itself, leaving you utterly alarmed and fuming in anger. "I knew there was something fishy about this guy! God fu-" - "Watch your language, (Y/n)-ya. It was predictable that they won't be generous to strangers.", your cheeks light up in all shades of red in pure rage and pout to your Captain's calm clarification. His stern face leans in your direction, sending off an aggravating vibe, practically shutting you up with a deft 'Told you so'.

Oh the vendors do sell their goods to foreigners, but for an unmentionable high price and outrageous quality - the fruit were infected!

You have had it.

The present day

At the break of dawn, Law, the two knuckleheads and even poor and completely drained Bepo walk the path to the village you visited yesterday. It's not just you, who's fed up with this, to not put it lightly, bullshit. With Kikoku leaned on his shoulder, the doctor leads the group, always glancing back to reassure, that everybody is secured. This is not what he hoped for in spending his time like this. What the hell is going on with everyone, he asks himself.

Shachi and Penguin begin to bicker about who should have seen you firsthand. Through gritted teeth, Law growls at them: "Quit your arguing, there's no reason to quarrel about this. We must find her!" Both of the men straighten at alert and give their Captain an obeying 'Aye'.

The polar bear rumbles absentmindendly: "You should've paid closer attention you guys." Regarding that topic, there again, the Captain has to break it down. Piercing steel eyes wander over to the mink. "Says the one who mindlessly dug in at the river buffet. With all due respect, you're not a tiny bit better than them, Bepo.", those words hurt the now drooping in shame Vice Commander, ears flattened and black beady eyes watering up, muttering a deep 'I'm sorry'.

Taken aback by the sudden change of character, Shachi and Penguin visibly cringe away from Bepo going besides them, yelping in a loud exclaim: "So weak!" To this wack bustle, Law only furrows his brows and booms in a sharp tone: "Shut up already! We're almost there." Tension is written all over him.

Frozen in place, the three dorks see how their Captain keeps on walking, not once granting a single look back at them. Things are getting out of hand far too quickly for the Surgeon's tastes. And of course you had to make a run for it and worsen the situation, more than it already was. Stormy grey eyes roll to that thought and a raspy voice whispers: "What a nuisance." When will Law ever enjoy some peace and quiet again? A question often asked.

Arriving at the village, the four men no longer squander their time with banters and bickering, for their Captain simply won't allow it, enhancing the word simply, though the supernova threatend his own crew mates to assign double shifts for the infamous kitchen duty. Nobody wants that.

Suddenly, a crash of glas forces the group to turn their heads to the source of commotion. Oddly satisfied, given the fact, that the vendors in these parts are wildly known for their insidiousness, the doctor smirks: "Guess someone just demolished a windo-" Interrupting him mid-sentence, an unexpected blast of apparently wooden walls lets the ground shake beneath his feet. He corrects: "A building."

A sinister chuckle escapes from the white hatted man, for he utters a low 'idiot' through his curled lips. However, Shachi indicates the ruckucks is coming from the markets. Oh dear.

Thus the red head leads the way, dashing through the now busy streets, for people flee from the dangers, hiding behind the tall buildings, blocking the group's vision. "Almost there!", Shachi huffs out of breath and comes to a stop after an almost two hundred meter sprint.

All the colourful stalls and stands have been crushed to dust and even a few surrounding houses have been taken out upon, by none other - than you. There you stand, your fist clenched around the vendor's hem of his collar, viciously snarling at the terrified man: "Give me the fresh food and I might spare your life!" What a remarkable ambition.

Nearly losing his own poise, Law groans exasperatedly: "Oh fuck, that's my idiot-" You are in for it, big time, (Y/n). Completely baffled, the other three men accompanying him, sweat drop to their Captain's slip, coming to a conclusion that he's lost it entirely and this situation seems to be more dire than firstly assumed.

Before you can land another blow on an innocent nearby cottage, you feel the world shift around you and land in the arms of your Captain. Or rather, he scruffs you by your neck collar, as if you're a disobedient kitten, lifting you off the ground. So this is what it's like to stare death in the face? Shamefully you greet Law by waving a hand, smiling in attempted innocence: "Oh hi there. I-" - "You must be joking, right?"

You can see the doctor's vein starting to get distinctively visible on his temple. He's about to blow. Is there any chance of escape for you anyway? Might as well admit your defeat, while you gaze into the man's white hot stare, who will be the end of you, one day for certain. Therefore you owe him an explanation, in hopes he will show mercy on you.

"Please tell me this is a bad joke!", he barks at foolish little you, hanging in there, curled up in his strong hold. Thus you resolve the fatuous action, confessing your reasoning, though it goes without saying this won't justify anything. A side of Law knows you only meant the best for the crew, flattered by your loyalty, astounded by your kind heart.

Seeing your sweet doe eyes flutter at him for forgiveness, it becomes greatly difficult for him to scold you further. In the end - he gives in. "Don't think I'll spare you so easily. When we're done here, I'll make sure you will get to face the consequences for your actions, (Y/n)-ya.", he grunts and puts you back on the ground.

The vendor approaches the Surgeon and flings his hands over his head in dismay, complaining about you being an 'assault happy' witch. Oh, he didn't just say that. To hear that coming from a fraud like him, lets Law's neck hair stand on end and his expression darkens. The crave for destruction now surges over his skin, hand itching to call forth his 'Room' and entertain himself with the debris and rubble of the buildings, which lay in literal shambles.

"Is this blasted woman with you?!" - "Indeed, she's with me. I'm with stupid over here.", you feel his squinting eyes fixated on you. It animates a shiver, emitting from your spine. The vendor curses and throws evil words your way, to which the Captain does not respond to well. Not at all. Lifting up the sleeves of his kimono, he intends to show his tattoos, signalising the man who he's actually dealing with.

People around here aren't that much up to date, though the Surgeon of Death's wanted posters are wildly spread across the country. And his tribal ink on his hands and arms are most memorable, besides his hat and intimidating weapon on his shoulder of course.

DEATH, immediately catches the vendor's attention, leaving him a stuttering mess, shaking in his clunky wooden sandals. He definitely recognised the powerhouse standing infront of him. How Law enjoys such affected reaction, fully aware of what an impact he has on commoners, he chuckles mischieviously: "Better treat your customers right next time, be it resident or foreigner. You never know who you might - dissappoint."

Air twirls underneath his loosend palm and a cold blue hue expands subsequently, covering a large area and engulfing the shattered houses in the formed globe. In a single swift move, his index finger points upwards, every stone, every wooden plank and pillar follows his command and gather in one giant chaotic mass. "So do tell, who I am having the honour of doing business with?" - "Sa-Sagishi, Sir! P-Please be c-careful where you . . i-it was a prank! I swear!"

 The enormous cluster of debris threateningly sways over the last standing stall, it's Sagishi's. "NO! By the gods I beg you!", he runs to the stand and snatches a basket with apples away and dodges the incoming missile, clashing onto the ground with an ear drum bursting boom, the earth reverberating in response.

Dust whirls up from the impact, restricting your vision for a moment, for it lingers like cold fog, wafting over the sandy streets. The picture revealing before you is something you deem as priceless. Sagishi toppled on his behind, watching how his 'oh so beloved' stall has been demolished and buried beneath tons of raw materials.

"Curse you pirates! Go rot in hell!", is what you hear the whimpering scammer sob, as he glares at you and the supernova, who smirks over both ears. What about laying low, Trafalgar?

He exxageratedly tips his hat to him in a deft bow and ends the show with an assertive and sassy comment: "Glad doing business with you, kind Sir. Have a pleasant day." Motioning you to follow him, he turns on his heels and leads the way. In the background, you still can hear the crushed man, crying ugly tears.

You look up at the Captain, stars practically sparkling in your eyes and your lips curl into a feline manner, dumbfounded by his 'not-so-discreet' act just now. "Don't look at me like that. You made me do this.", he groans, scratching the back of his neck in slight fluster.

By the by, Bepo questions, what you are about to do now. There's no food left for you. Law stops in his tracks and leans down to grab a random stone. 'Shambles' is the word that does the Surgeon's bidding and the stone has been swapped with . . the basket full with mouth watering red apples! Another set of bad wishes and curses resound from afar behind you, making you giggle cheekily.

The group has been blessed. This man never ceases to amaze you. His abilities are beyond comprehension and comes in handy on so many occassions. Taking a big bite out of the luscious fruit, you hum in delight: "They're delicious! You can tell they're fresh!" - "And not infected!" Penguin and Shachi do a little gleeful dance and Bepo happily munches down the sweet crunch.

Showing your gratitude towards the generous doctor, you give him a nudge with your elbow and he only shakes his head as an answer: "No need. You better thank me for not beheading you right this instant I saw you making a fuzz at the markets!" - "Bold for a man to say, who full on intendedly destroyed those markets with an humongous make shift boulder? I think you're slowly but surely warming up to me, Captain." The others agree to your preposterous statement, Law's eye twitches.

"Not if I'm with a stupid idiot like you are right now! You-", laughter hinders him from finishing his sentence and you inch closer to the aloof white hat, now walking side by side, shoulder to shoulder. You prod playfully: "I hate to break it to you, but I'm with stupid just as much as you. You're not a tiniest bit better than me." To Law's unfortune, his blush is way past of saving.

Where did the now facepalming man hear that before? Everybody digs in and literally inhales the crisp goodness, beaming with joy. "I'm surrounded by idiots.", he rasps through his clenched jaw. 

You are one of a kind. Truly, you are his idiot. And no one except him, has the privilege to call you that. A small smile proving his heart's little secret.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #one piece scenario #one piece oneshots #one piece fluff #i'm with stupid

[bctoastyyy]

more <3

more beat (wanted to redraw it but got eepy) the reapers ever kariya and uzuki, beat in a dress that he rocks, doodle(s) from a fic im writing, and warm up sketches pertaining to an animatic im making and dont get distracted from working on!

#you can tell who my favs are #also i made beat's eyes yellow bc thats my eye color and i make the rules hdjdjf #listen i like kariya and uzuki i think they're neat #the fic im writing is a silly stupid beatneku oneshot fic #its basically a soulmate au except its not bc its joked on in the fic #its bodyswap so they want to figure out Why but it leads to both og gang and the twisters aside from beat and neku all Know whats up #they are the only two who are mostly clueless #anyway the animatic ghhh i need to work on it but Things #twewy #the world ends with you #neo twewy #beat twewy #neku twewy #koki kariya #uzuki yashiro #rhyme twewy

[shaarlslec]

catch me if you can

part 2 and part 3 here lovelies;

pairing: pierre gasly x driver!reader

words: 4800 ish

warnings: swearing, car crashes, enemies to lovers type of a thingy, lots of teasing, both pierre and reader being pricks 

masterlist

a/n: honestly this is a redemption fic for pierre for my charles fic (here) and i hope you will enjoy itttttt (def gonna have more parts if you guys like it)

You were the driver to take Pierre’s seat at Red Bull back in 2019 during your very second season in F1. Two years had passed since then and Pierre remains still bitter about Red Bull’s decision and portrays you as the scapegoat. Your cars crash on the track for the first time and everything in between the two of you manages to somehow accentuate more of the hard feelings you carried for each other – whatever those were.

When Pierre got demounted from Red Bull after a not so successful season you got the seat as their second driver after a fantastic last season in F2 where you won the championship far detached from the other drivers and one rookie season with Toro Rosso where you managed to finish in points for most of the races and not creating problems in the rest of them. You were the first female to win in F2, and Red Bull were one of the teams that had been hunting you for a long time. They needed a chance to get a hold of you even closer than a satellite team, and Pierre offered them the chance to empty the spot after not being fit of the role given. You accepted right away when the contract was put on the table and had Red Bull Racing written in bold font all over. You would have been crazy not to say yes when one of the biggest teams wanted you to drive their fastest car alongside Verstappen. They took a huge risk of putting you into Red Bull after only one season at Toro Rosso and you knew that every single mistake you made in the car costed more than before – a lot more.

Worrying about keeping your seat at Red Bull and win as many races as you can as was your upmost priority since you first tried the dark blue racing suit, nothing else mattered more than that. You knew Pierre was angry with you, you knew that he used your face in the back of his mind to feed his hunger more than ever. And yet, you could not get distracted by that. None of your heroes won championships caring about the other divers. You should not have too.

When you first got the seat Pierre has not said a word to you for a couple of months, you would rarely meet at races outside the racing cars and exchange short glares that said nothing but anger and envy. Pierre knew that it was not your fault for him being replaced at Red Bull and yet the emotion when he saw you all dressed up in the blue gear that was once promised to him could not be contained – and you could not blame him. You tried at a couple of parties or meetings to make things up with him, but you were always welcomed by the cold words coming from the Frenchman.

Your conversations with Pierre were unintentionally hilarious by being always surprisingly sarcastic. You were both passive-aggressive with each other without even knowing it or acknowledge that you barely could stand being in the same room. And yet, your teams wanted you to get along. Scandals in motorsport were never welcomed, especially when two teams had such a connection as Red Bull and Alpha Tauri, therefore your PR manager always urged you to look good in front of the cameras when Pierre was around. The last time you tried to be as well-mannered as possible with him for the eyes of the press was Monza in 2020 when you went to congratulate him for the win after being begged by your manager to do so.

“Oh, are you lost sweetheart? The Red Bull one is up in the front.” Pierre said when you tried to get close to him in the front of Alpha Tauri garage after their celebration pictures, putting up a high wall for you not to cross right from the start.

You huffed, that was Pierre. Correction, that was Pierre with you. Always sarcastic, always with the guard up. You frowned, you never managed to get how everybody else on the gird found Pierre a genuinely good guy when the Frenchman acted like a coming-of-age little boy mad at the world around him for not giving him what he thought he deserved to get. Another thing that you could not explain to yourself was why you found him so much more attractive when Pierre behaved like a prick. There was something about the way Pierre looked away from your face when you spoke that simply drove you crazy amongst all the other things the man was doing to make you crazy: tensed muscles, clenched jaw, ruffled hair, and that thick French accent that you could not get away from your head. You deeply sighed after the huff as if it helped you to regain your conscious and be present in the moment eyeing him.

“Excuse me?” You baffled replied, “I am here to just say congrats.” You explained as you crossed your arms at your chest, “And please do not ever call me sweetheart ever again, it sounds wrong coming from your filthy mouth.” You added, “They made me do it.” You almost whispered for your PR manage to not hear you standing meters away from you, “So, congrats. Amazing drive.” You spoke standing still, not daring to make yet another step toward the man.

You were never close; you were never friends. And yet, you would have lied not to admit that what Pierre did in Monza was fantastic. An excellent driver winning a fantastic race. You just wanted to say your greetings and leave him be to satisfy the team’s orders, and now you were aggravated by him in ways no one aggravated you on the gird.

Pierre’s eyes sighed rolled as he was the one to take two steps towards you, “For the sake of the articles, let’s say I believe you.” The driver spoke, stretching his arm to meet yours for a shake.

“You are a tough one to break, aren’t you?” You spoke as you shook the man’s hand knowing that they were taking pictures of you two, “I am not lying when I say that it was an excellent drive today and I truly want to congratulate you for it.” You spoke, faking a smile for the pictures but somehow not faking it for Pierre, “I really want us to try and be friends Pierre.” You added from a genuine place standing in all your vulnerability in front of the man who seemed to truly hate you at that time, “I am tired already of this meaningless competition between the two of us.”

Pierre chuckled as well, watching the journalist behind your shoulder as they were approaching to hear your little conversation better.

“Let’s give them a show since you came all over here to say hello, shall we?” Pierre spoke then, focusing now all his attention on you and only you as the man tightening his grip around yours and pulled you in for a hug taking you by surprise.

Your eyes widened as Pierre’s grip tightened around you. From the outside it looked like nothing more than a friendly hug behind rivals, and yet it was nothing but a threat for both of you.

“I do not want your pity.” Pierre whispered as he leaned over your ear once your head felt on the man’s chest, “I am coming after your seat, Y/N.” Pierre then spoke, as the tip of his lips slightly rubbed against your ear in the process, “I am here to race, not to make friends.”

“What makes you think that I will let the seat go as easy as you did before, Pierre?” You sarcastically inquired and broke the hug quicker than Pierre would have expected, “Also, the last thing I feel about you is pity.” You assured him after throwing a cheeky wink towards the man’s direction to catch Pierre’s full focus on you for the first time that day, “Thank you for the hug, I have to shower twice now.” You spoke as you turned your back on Pierre with a little smug on your face.  

What you were not aware of as you left was the fact that your little smirk was very much like Pierre’s watching you go. You decided to not put up with Pierre’s ego after that day, as you knew it was too much for you to handle and the only thing you would manage to do was to heat up the things between the two of you until one of you busted. If Pierre wanted you two to just race, then so be it.

You gave up to even greet him when passing by and people started to notice. Not just teammates or team principals, but journalists and could write about it. The tension between the two of you was always present during the press conferences or interviews and you took the decision to spice it up every single time when given the opportunity. If Pierre did not want to be your friend again, you let him to be the enemy he so much desired.

“You are quite fitting for the second seat at Red Bull, a place that was hardly filled by other men on the grid. Are you afraid that they can try to steal it back from you?” One journalist asked you as he took the opportunity of you being seated between Pierre and Max at one of the post-race conferences.

You huffed, slightly rolling your eyes as your mouth opened to speak before glaring at Pierre, “No, why would I be scared of someone who can barely make it to the points?” You mockingly inquired as you arched one of your brows, “I will be frightened when that happens, but who knows when that will be.” You spoke, watching’s Pierre’s jaw clench with the corner of your eye.

“Anything to add to that Pierre?” The journalist bluntly asked, and all room now focused on the Alpha Tauri driver.

Pierre denied with a nod, “No, not really. I like a challenge when I see one.” He then replied, glaring at you for more than enough for your body to weirdly react to the man’s stare with sparkles of shivers down to your spine.

Your cockily answer motivated Pierre for the rest of that season, but you were not going to let him take away what was yours – especially in your first seasons as a Red Bull racing woman. You finished way ahead of him in the championships, and that only got Pierre even more anger and you got your two-year contract extension with Red Bull. You were doing a pretty good job for your first two seasons. You finished in the first six or eight in all your races, except for three DNFs. You helped the team to gather a significant number of points for the constructors’ championship and even got four podiums in your first year and two wins in the second season helping you only to get hungrier for more – but so did Gasly.

When drivers are too hungry for the win no matter in which shape of form that win comes it can cause friction. Your battle with Pierre was taken outside the track during the first two years and then he got more competitive, and you got more aware of him being competitive towards you on the track as well as outside of it.

It first started at the beginning of the 2021 season when Pierre openly declared that you behaved like a prick after you called him “fucking moron” when you two accidentally collided in one of the races where you out lapped him. Pierre braked too early, and you went in too fast. Your front wing touched the Alpha Tauri’s back and you both went out of the race in no time. You were known as being the calm and composed driver of Red Bull balancing Max, and yet no one on the grid maddened you as much as Pierre Gasly always had managed to do and everyone watching was pretty much aware of that fact. You could not help yourself not to swear on the team radio after your car spun through the gravel and ended up in the panel costing you a perfect P2 after your teammate in Austria.

“Are you ok?” Your racing engineer asked you immediately, “Y/N, please tell us that you are ok.”  

You shook your head to freshen up from the dizziness caused by the collision, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted right away completely ignoring the engineer inquire, “Yes, I am fine. I will get out of the car now.” You spoke after seconds of just heavily breathing into the hamlet, “What a fucking moron.” You swore again as you got out of the car, thinking that the radio was now cut but very much echoed on live television, “What a fucking moron!” You repeated as you watched Alpha Tauri’s car slowing down and Pierre hitting the steering wheel.  

You watched Pierre getting out of his car as well meters across you on the other side of the track. The Frenchmen lost control of the car milliseconds after you. You both kept your helmets on, but you could sense the man’s aggravated glare on you even through the visors, and you only hopped that he was able to feel yours as well. You went back to the garage and replayed the footage after the marshals made sure that you were indeed fine and drove you to your destination.

It was not for the first time that you two touched during a race, but it was for the first time when the crash evolved in DNFs. You knew that you had to be the bigger person and speak to him about this, because all your “meetings” on the track felt personal, filled with anger and hatred and you cannot allow a crash like today to ever happen again and especially not with a midfield car whose driver is actively hunting for your seat. But then again, why should you be the one who makes the first step and try to patch up the things between you and Pierre? You took a breath in; you knew that you could not show any weakness in this sport especially since you were one of the few females on the grid. You huffed watching Pierre getting taken away by one of the marshals as well, you could not let your guard down in front of a man in this sport. You had to keep your guard up as you always did when they asked you about Pierre, not giving them the opportunity to see you silent.

When the interviews happened after a very much glorious podium with Max, Lewis and Charles in the first three positions you managed to keep your nerves in check and said nothing about the incident but congratulate your teammate for getting more points for the team and putting an even bigger gap in the driver championship where your name was now on the forth position after allowing Charles to surpass you due to your DNF. And yet, the Sky Sports interviewer was more than edger to get a scoop of your feelings towards the one you collided with.  

“Beautiful race for you today up until you touched with Gasly, can we get your thoughts on that? You called him a ‘moron’ right?”

You cleaned your throat twice before answering, you knew what they wanted for you and you were not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing you agonize over lost points or let them interpretate even more your words over the radio, you had to keep your calm and composed imagine while still being a little bitter over it, “No thoughts on that really,” You lied as you faked a smile, “It was a racing incident, the only thing that I regret is that if I would have paid more attention maybe we would not touch, and yet I was greedy for that podium and wanted to catch Max.” You spoke with that fake smile still lingering on your face, “I am sorry for costing the team points today.” You gently added, “And yes, I called Pierre a ‘moron’ after the accident because I was mad at what happened, and I was caught in the moment not being aware of the radio still on.” You explained before quickly waved goodbye trying to avoid as much as you can follow-up questions about the crash, “I will not apologize for saying what I believe he is.” You ended in a harsh tone, letting everybody know that it was not a silly mistake taken at anger for you.

You spent the rest of the day answering the questions regarding Gasly in the same way not wanting to stir a scandal between the two teams and to give everybody the scoop they wanted and yet letting a few cocky things be heard about your relationship with Pierre Gasly, but also Pierre made sure to expose his feelings towards you and the crash loud and clear.

“She is behaving like a prick ever since she joined Red Bull two seasons ago, what you saw on track represents exactly what happens when a spoiled brat takes the wheel of a fast car.” Pierre declared during his interview shocking everyone who listened to the Alpha Tauri driver’s words, “There is no apology from my side to what happened today.” The driver spoke with a clenched jaw.

Pierre was as bad as you at hiding his feelings on your relationship, and the hatred he felt towards you might have been years of hating Red Bull but having you as the scapegoat for his agitated feelings. You watched Pierre’s interview back into your motorhome with both of your arms at your chest and a very amused tiny smile sprung on your face. You could see through the TV screen that Pierre was infuriated from the way his forehead was slightly frowned while being covered in tiny bubbles of sweat and by Pierre’s constantly bitten fully rose lips out of spite of anger for you. You would have lied if you said that you were not enjoying it at all. You somehow enjoyed having this kind of an effect on the man, but you were not very much aware of what kind of an effect Pierre had on you too. You listened to him calling you a “prick” and “spoiled brat” and you could only pay attention to the thick French accent that honestly made your knees weak when heard in person. You were too caught in your little war to have time for yourself to admit that you found him hot – annoyingly hot.

“Do you think that you would have done a better job than her in the Red Bull seat as a man?” The interviewer bluntly asked, making Pierre’s frown even deeper.

Your eyes widened in shock of a such misogynistic question and so did Pierre’s on the screen. The facial expressions of the French driver hardened as he wanted to figure out a somewhat professional way.

“You do realize that her being a spectacular woman has nothing to do with what happened today, right? I could have crashed with Max and your question would have been totally different than what you just asked.” Pierre answered as he even leaned more towards the interviewer in a not so friendly way of approaching, “I thought stupid inquiries like this were long gone from interviews.” Pierre almost threatened the interviewer before leaving without saying goodbye.

Oh, Pierre called you spectacular woman. Yes, of course. You were also a ‘prick’ and ‘a spoiled brat’ but at least you were spectacular. Something about the man who publicly claimed to dislike you taking your side moments after made you appreciate him more – and by appreciate you meant find him even hotter. You changed into more comfortable clothes as the rest of the interviews unfolded before your eyes on the TV without any sight of Pierre in the background anymore.

The debrief of the race was about to start and you knew that although you will be celebrating Max’s win, you will also be talking about your crash with Pierre and about ways to solve this little on-going never-ending dispute between you and the French driver. Fuck, you will be obligated to solve it now in between the two of you. You sighed as you approached the door thinking about what you will say or do in the following races outside and inside the tracks.

Once you opened the door your eyes were immediately locked on a white half undressed racing suit with dark blueprints on it and a very much familiar bull on a somewhatat familiar chest. You lifted your glare and met the Frenchman’s ocean-eyes on yours eating you whole.

“Go back in, we need to talk.” Pierre spoke, blocking the side of the door with one of his hands as he was waiting for you to follow the exact order.

Your eyebrow arched, “Oh, you came to say sorry?” You inquired, leaning on the said blocked door just to harden Pierre’s job on holding it for you.

“They made me.” Pierre smirked, leaning towards you just as he did back in Monza, “Let’s go back in, please.” The man now pleaded and yet not dropping the sarcastic tone of his voice.

You cave in once you saw people from both of your teams watching your moves, you knew that they had to solve everything before it turns into a scandal. Red Bull and Alpha Tauri does not know how to tame their drivers? What is going on at the Red Bull HQs? You rolled your eyes and invited Pierre in with a side eye. Pierre obeyed, closed the door behind him and said nothing but scanning the tiny room with a look.

“I apologies for my bad-manners, I usually take girls on dates before inviting myself in their homes.” Pierre said as he leaned on the now closed doors, “But something tells me that you are not the type of girl to date drivers. Too dangerous of a job, right?”

You rolled your eyes. Again. This dude made you roll your eyes twice in the last ten minutes, “Oh yes, especially when you crush with idiots on track.” You replied, taking a seat on the tiny two people sofa you had on one of the corners, “Care to explain to me what we are doing now?” You spoke, adopting the same defensive pose that you were so used to adopt in front of him already.

Pierre’s chest lifted in a sigh, “PR managers met before we did, and they came up with this extraordinary plan of me coming to you to apologies for what happened on the track.”

You nodded, “Perfect.” You spoke as you crossed your legs in front of him completing forgetting that you were now not wearing your racing gear but a dress, “Go on, apologize then.” You spoke, cupping your head in one of your rested arms on your knee, “I will be listening.”

Pierre took one look at you before giggling, “Oh no, no.” He explained, making one step towards you as he was swinging one of his palms in the air to go nonchalantly with his negations, “I am so not going to apologize to you, we just need to be seen locked in the same room for a couple of minutes and that will be it. You will say that we made up, and I will confirm your words.” He spoke, taking a seat right next to you to take a better look at what was lying right in front of him. You, in a dress, suspiciously looking at him while annoyingly pouting your lips. Damn, you were in the process of breaking all tough Pierre without even knowing it. Who would have guessed? Pierre Gasly’s kryptonite was an annoyed woman in a simple dress.

“You think there is nothing you should apologize for? You were in my way!” You spoke, feeling the heat in between the two of you going right to your throbbing temples, “I could have finished second if it was not for you to block my way.”

Pierre’s hand rested next to your head while he leaned back in the couch hearing you speak, “We both can play this game, Y/N. I could have finished in the points if it was not for you to hit my back.”

You took a short breath in, resisting the urge not to punch him in the face by biting your tongue and softly clicking it to the bridge of your mouth, “I out lapped you Pierre, I know this does not sit well with you right now but finishing on the podium is way different than finishing in points.” You spoke, slightly touching the man’s right thigh to let him know that you were both sarcastic and emphatic with your words.

Pierre hand went on yours right before you wanted to place it back on your lap, the man’s fingers pressed against yours on his thigh as if he never wanted you to leave it untouched ever again, “See? This is exactly why I said that you behave like a prick since you got to Red Bull, you seem to have forgotten how important points are for a midfield team such as Alpha.”

You gulped as your hand got stuck, Pierre seemed to not even acknowledge your clasped hands, “I have not.” You firmly spoke not wanting to prove him that you were getting intimidated by a mere touch that you have firstly started, “We just have different priorities, that is all.” You added, getting your hand from Pierre’s as soon as he let go. Pierre caught you now, your act of acting all rough was shattered. Your cheeks were red, even rosier that they were that day when you hugged. Pierre giggled in that silly manner that he uses to flirt with girls. And yet, you were not some random girls he met at a pub during summer break, and you had to remind him that.

“Ok now that we settled absolutely nothing between the two of us, you should leave and go back.” You spoke, clasping both of your hands back into your lap and titling your head towards the motorhome’s door, “Do you want me to help you find the exit?” You mockingly smiled and adopting an even more passive-aggressive tone than before with Pierre.

“You really cannot be in the same room as me for more than five minutes?” Pierre replied with the same tone, “We barely talked, they will not believe that we patched things up so soon.”

“It sounds to me that you want to be locked up in the room with me more than I want you to leave.” You proudly replied thinking that you came up with such a brilliant comeback only to be put in your place right away.

“It is not my cheeks that are burning, Y/N.” Pierre spoke, pointing at your still heated up face.

“It is just hot in here.” You lied, picking up the top of your dress to fan yourself as a demonstration.

Pierre laughed, “What about now?” He then spoke as he slowly leaned even closer to you with one of his palms slightly covering your bare ankle, “Still hot?”

You were taken aback, and yet you wanted to show Pierre that he was completely wrong, “No, nothing.” You lied, “Just the fact that this room is too small for two people.” You spoke not moving an inch.  

Pierre’s smug widened as the man’s hand moved from your ankle up caressing your leg with tenderness, and finding a spot to rest in between your knees, “You are competitive even now, Y/N?”

You chuckled, taking Pierre’s hand into yours just to move it closer in between your legs, “I have always been competitive, Pierre.” You justified as your dress went up on your thighs with Pierre’s fingers faintly grabbing into your skin in between them as if he was afraid to continue or maybe just a little bit too intimated by your hasting him in doing so, “You are just adding to it.” You spoke as you removed the man’s hand from between your legs to lift from your seat on the couch.

“You just started a dangerous game.” Pierre hardly spoke as the man’s breath was cut short by the sight of your almost uncovered thighs and the feverishness of what laid in between your legs.

“You were the one to tell everybody that you like a challenge when you see one.” You spoke as you leaned on the locked door now, “Prove it, then.”

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[rookofthekingom]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 30 – prompt 30: Calming Draught – word count 960

TW // perceived homophobia

Remus Lupin is furious. He came out to his friends a week ago—something that made him so horrendously nervous that he literally had to take a calming draught beforehand. And now the person he was most scared to tell is reacting like this?

“Moony, wait!” Sirius yells from behind, his desperation audible. Remus doesn’t slow. “Just—wait a minute, please.” His voice breaks on the last syllable.

Remus scoffs. Without turning around he replies scathingly, “I actually kind of don’t want to fucking talk to you right now.”

Which is completely fair, Remus thinks. Because having your best friend completely freak out when you tell them you’re gay is not a great feeling. Especially when you have a hopeless, horrible crush on said best friend, which made you all the more nervous to tell him. Especially when you felt an excruciating mix of anxiety, hope, and crippling fear, and spent a fair amount of time coming up with all the possible scenarios that could result from the whole thing. But he hadn’t been prepared for this outcome. The one where Sirius didn’t overreact—no, that might have even been preferable—but the one where he turned cold and cagey, completely avoiding him for a week. Until today, when he couldn’t escape being in Remus’ presence.

Today, when Marlene gathered them all around to announce that she’s a lesbian. And Remus is so, so happy for her. Of course he is. So incredibly happy, in fact, his cheeks ached from smiling when she told them. A smile that rapidly slipped off his face when Sirius, the man who had handled the news of his best friend being gay extraordinarily horribly, accepted and even celebrated Marlene’s announcement. Which of course he should have! It just—hurts, that he for some reason couldn’t handle Remus’ own announcement with even a fraction of that enthusiasm. Hurts, to have his best friend and crush, for fuck’s sake, react so overwhelmingly positive to someone else’s coming out and so negatively to his own.

So no, he’s not feeling particularly warm towards Sirius, and really fucking wants to be alone. Something that Sirius really does not seem to understand.

“Just—stop!” Sirius, having finally caught up to him, desperately grabs him by the arm and forcibly turns him around.

Remus violently jerks an arm to throw him off. “Sirius, what the actual fuck?!”

The other boy immediately lets go. The determined light in his eyes, however, doesn’t fade. “Please, give me a chance, okay? Just to talk to you?”

“I already did talk to you, and you quite frankly didn’t handle it very well. So excuse me if I don’t necessarily feel like giving you the time of day right now,” Remus snaps.

“No, I know, I just—“ He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Remus really hates himself for noticing how cute he looks as he does it. Hates himself for how his stomach swoops when Sirius grabs him by the arm again. Hates himself for how he follows Sirius’ insistent tugging as the other boy pulls him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.

“I know, okay! I fucking know. Just-” He sighs. Opens his mouth, then closes it. Clears his throat and tries again. “I’m sorry, Moony. I really am. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s like I know up here,” he says, tapping his head “that’s it’s completely fine to be gay and that’s it completely fine for you to be gay, and that logically I’m completely fine with it because there’s nothing wrong with it! But then it’s like—like I try to picture you with some random guy that doesn’t even know you, and I feel sick, Remus, physically sick to my stomach.” Sirius earnestly meets Remus’ eyes, as if he’s silently begging him to understand.

But in front of him, Remus is quiet.

Sirius groans and grabs his shoulders with a frightening urgency that actually makes Remus jump. “Moony, don’t let it be some bloke. He—he has to know you, yeah?”

“Er-”

Sirius shakes his head and grits his teeth. “No, you’re not getting it—he has to know you. He has to know that you like chocolate, and he has to get you chocolate every week to restore your stash. But he can’t ever get anything darker than 70%, because he has to know what kinds of chocolate you like. And-“

“Sirius?”

“-and he has to know that you’re a fucking genius, that you come up with all of our best pranks, and he has to know that you like to curse, and he has to like it when you curse, okay? But he has to pretend that he doesn’t.”

“Sirius.”

“And—and he has to get you extra food whenever you’re hungry, especially before full moons, and he has to keep getting you food even after full moons, when you say you’re not hungry, but he has to know that you have to eat anyway.” Sirius’ grip on Remus’ shoulders is painfully tight now, his gaze imploring. “He has to know that you put on your socks before your pants in the morning, and that you wet your toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on it, and that you secretly like Quidditch because sometimes he’ll catch you watching him from the stands instead of reading your book, and… and he has to know all of your favorite authors, he has to notice all of the little expressions you make when you’re reading, and he has to think of you whenever he sees a book that he thinks you might like.”

“Sirius!”

“I’m not done yet, Moony!” he snaps, rather viciously. His voice then gets quiet.

“He has to love you.” He’s whispering now. “He has to have always loved you.”

#wolfstar microfic #Wolfstar #short cohort #tw homophobia #except for its just Sirius being stupid #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #oneshot #keep it mini club #wolfstarmicrofic

[sharkful-nen]

"Is this the closest we're ever gonna get to making out?" Why did he say it like they wanna make out so bad but can't. So they have to settle for smooching in minecraft. Why did he say it like that.

I am the only person who is thinking this.

#... #considering writing a stupid oneshot because of this #i am not a writer but #ykno

[honeeslust]

Toji who loves correcting your attitude.

Toji who doesn’t give a fuck how mad you are, you’re not walking away from him.

“Fuck you!” You’d turn your back to him.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?? “ He’d be yanking you back toward him, that slightly frighteningly dark look in his eye would have you weak in the knees. You’d welcome the crushing grip he had on your wrist because you’d finally done enough to get his attention.

Toji who looks you in the eye while he fingers you making sure you understand just how easily he can snatch your fuckin soul from your body.

Toji who would be a perfect asshole, rudely working your little cunt while he teased, “You wanna come don’t you?”

To which you’d beg him… “Please, I wanna come on that dick so fuckin bad Toji, please I’m sorry.”

Toji who would be growing in his pants as he taunted you …“yea, keep crying for this dick. Where’s all that mouth now pretty girl? look at ya, so fucking pathetic that you need my dick that bad that you start a fight for no fucking reason”

Toji who had done all he could to keep his cool but you really set him off. Always knowing exactly what buttons to push to see him break and now you were paying for it.

Toji who would be mind fucking you back into submission…“You wanted my attention that bad?” he’ll say, bringing his drenched fingers from your sopping wet hole and shoving them in your mouth like he was trying to make you eat those words you spat so furiously at him. “ well now you’ve got it you fucking brat.” He hisses, making you suck the taste of your own desperation off of his fingers hoping that if you’re good he’ll finally give you what you want.

Toji who would break you… “too fucking bad, I’m not done playing with this pussy yet darlin,” lowly he’ll growl, snatching his fingers away making you wail from the sudden emptiness as you core tensed uncontrollably. You’d be in agony, trembling as he held your legs to your chest so tight you couldn’t move.

Toji who wasn’t done edging you. Again he’d plunge his fingers inside you and work them so well that your squelching sounds would make him tremble just slightly as he explored how far he can take you.

From the blood room 🩸

#because I can’t stop daydreaming about Toji #the nonchalant ones fuck you stupid I just know it #smut oneshot #smut writer #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #spicy headcanons #toji x you #dilf toji #toji edges you #jjksmut #smutxanime honeeslust

[gakoiart]

Oh. Hello.

So, you're an Akeshu/Shuake stan?

And you were sobbing with the 2/2 stuff all day?

Well, isn't that tragic?

May I ask...

Are you really sure that you can't take a little more of sadness today?

It's not like I'm implying funny things whatsoever.

But, if you're interested...

What about taking a little peep to my dearest friend @a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life oneshot on AO3? Link here !

Be sure to read the tags, and if you liked or ended as much as devastated as me, let them know what do you think.

#yeah you can read this post with goro's voice on mind being passive aggressive #just wanted to share with you guys my friend's oneshot but ended writing this on akechi stupid manners #sorry for the cringe #fanfic recommendation #shuake #akeshu #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #the fic it's so heartbreaking