#grand line challengers

[birdsong-18]

have y’all ever watched the GeoWizard videos of him walking across various random countries, such as wales and norway, in a straight line?

yeah my toxic trait is that i believe that i could do that, no cap, just go for it.

[kurozu501]

“Picture Taken Moments Before Instant Death”

[disneysooner]

Day #23 - A Line That Inspires Me

I have always loved the saying, “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think” from Winnie The Pooh: Pooh’s Grand Adventure. I love it so much, it’s the quote I put on my graduation cap from college. It just has been a quote that has gotten me through a lot of tough situations. As a kid, I never would have realized just how much that quote would impact my life, and I’m truly thankful for that!

[yukiyukioekaki]

Seems Boa has an challenger for the number 1 tiddey position on the Grand Line

[fandom-puff]

Just imagine Tywin always getting interrupted when he's ready to devour his Lady wife and him snapping after a week, making the Lord or whoever bothered him wait outside listening to an absolute fuck fest 🤫😇

Fuuuuuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

This has smut, dominance and a cheeky bit of exhibitionism in it so proceed w caution gang xx

You had never seen your Lord Husband quite like this. Of course, the two of you had consummated your marriage, and over the few months of your marriage you had spent the night in one another’s chambers with the hope of producing an heir.

But now, it seemed that Tywin’s infamous control had finally slipped. When you entered his office, he looked up from his desk where he was hunched over reams of parchment, his quill scratching furiously. His sharp green eyes were narrowed and his nostrils flared as you offered him a small smile. Placing his pen down, he stared at you briefly, before beckoning you over to him with two fingers. “Come here, wife,” he said lowly. Instantly you hurried over, knowing better than to challenge him. Gently, your hand reached to cup his cheek, a tentative movement, but he sighed slightly, still staring hard at you.

“Perhaps we should go to your bedchamber, my Lord?” You murmured, although as Tywin stepped closer to you, you were backed up onto the desk, until you perched on the edge.

“Here will suffice,” he said, and you nodded, staring up at him, rather like a doe caught by a hunting party. Tywin observed this stunned look on his gentle little wife’s face only briefly, before his lips were pressed tightly against yours, kissing you with a ferocity you had never felt before.

“My Lord,” you whimpered pushing your heaving chest towards him. “My lord, Tywin please,”

Hearing your desperate whimpering caused a deep growl to rumble deep in Tywin’s chest, and as he began to trail heated kisses down the exposed skin of your neck, his hand found their way up your dress, bunching the fine crimson fabric up over your hips. Panting, you watched as Tywin pulled up his grand carved chair, your eyes flicking down briefly to observe the growing bulge in his breeches as he settled himself before you, holding your knees apart. “You’re soaked,” he observed. “I can see it even through your smallclothes…”

He was like a man possessed, tearing the thin linen to gain access to your glistening cunt, instantly lowering his mouth to your sensitive flesh and pulling a pleasured sigh from your lips. Tywin eating your cunt was a rare occurrence, and the wet feeling of his tongue lapping at your most intimate areas had your head spinning.

As your eyes rolled back into your head and your leaned back on your elbows, bucking your hips up to Tywin’s unrelenting mouth, soft cries leaving your lips, there was a thudding at the door.

“Lord Hand,” a gruff voice called through the thick wood. “I have come to discuss-”

“It can wait,” Tywin called out, his voice harsh and rough. He looked up at you and held a finger to his lips as you regained your breath. His neat hair was tousled, his eyes were dark with desire and his lips and chin shone with your arousal.

“D’you want me to come back, Milord?” The voice called.

Tywin was quiet for a moment, before… “no. Wait there,”

You sighed, already feeling frustration peak within you at the thought of a ruined, interrupted orgasm. But as you made to hop off the desk, Tywin hold your thighs firmly, before unlacing his trousers.

“He’ll hear,” you whispered urgently as he lined his cock up with your needy entrance. But your actions spoke completely different words as you rolled your hips, eager to have him inside you.

“Good. I want him to. That’ll teach him not to interrupt me at such an hour,” Tywin murmured back, and when he arched his brow at you in question, you nodded, letting out a strangled moan as your husband began fucking you upon his desk with a lowly Knight stood just outside the door.

[jamminvroomvroom]

upper hand. part 1

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

ello ello. wrote the bulk of this at 1am when i was very sleep deprived, apologies if it’s terrible lmao. lately george has just been giving so i could not resist the urge to write him any longer and bam here we are!! enjoy, feedback is always welcome and necessary for my fragile ego <333

in which you and george do not get along… until you do.

warnings: 18+!! smut, slightly bitchy reader, bitchy george, lando jumpscare, alcohol, language, just a general flirty, hateful vibe yanno

3.9k words

george russell was an enigma. very few people seemed to realise this.

it wasn’t all banter and overconfidence and wide eyes that seemed to hold an entire universe. you knew how easy it was to mistake him for something a lot more cookie cutter, basic, copied and pasted from the public relations guide for dummies. you knew because you’d spent the bulk of your media career hating him because he pretended to be each of those things.

you couldn’t stand the man, plain and simple. you found him so unbearable, so cheesy, so arrogant. watching him walk towards you from the other side of the media pen never failed to make your skin crawl, jaw tightening as you forced yourself to ask him questions. you hated that you got nothing from him, no matter how hard you tried.

there was something about the way his face changed when he smirked, something in the way all of his features twisted to create this beautiful, infuriating look that made you embarrassingly weak in the knees. it also made you want to slap him. it was a very fine line. you didn’t like the falsity, the way you could always practically see him plaster on a facade before each interview. initially, you wanted to challenge that persona, find the real george beneath all of that media training and cockiness, but eventually you’d decided that his level of bullshit did not appeal to you. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

george seemed to know how much he irked you, it was rather obvious, given the way your eye would twitch as he’d saunter towards you and your microphone. he enjoyed it, toying with you, making you squirm. he wasn’t exactly a massive fan of yours either, a mutual dislike forming, at least one thing you could both agree on. if you didn’t so blatantly hate him, george would have been floored by you. you were an increasingly impressive journalist, a beautiful, intelligent woman, what wasn’t to like? it was a shame that you used your gift with words to throw jabs at him.

at first, he’d found it alluring, the way you’d challenge him in the media pen. george was no stranger to some harmless flirting in the paddock, used to journalists taking the liberty of batting their eyelashes a few times to see if he’d answer their questions. so, when he’d seen you standing there for the first time, legs made longer by your high heels, hair flowing in the breeze, smiling down the lense of the camera you were talking to, he made the terrible mistake of assuming that you’d become a regular highlight of his media schedule. he was quickly put in his place when he left your interview with his head spinning and a headache well on its way.

still, he tried it on with you. it was fun, no one else gave george the same rush. it stopped being fun, however, over the winter break. you’d spent the better part of december and january questioning if he really was the right choice at mercedes and that was his last straw. he knew he was good, he knew he deserved it and he knew that some random woman was not about to change his mind. still, you were credible enough to cast doubt and unfortunately, you weren’t just some random woman. you made his heart race, and not just because of the bad press.

you were stood in the media pen revising your notes of the events of the monaco grand prix. the race in itself had been rather boring, apart from the typical ferrari blunder, and you’d already spoke to both ferrari drivers, as well as both redbull drivers. you looked up from your notepad, slicking back your hair, still slightly damp from the impromptu rain showers that you’d gotten caught in, only to make eye contact with a tall brit. your eyes narrowed as he stepped up to the microphone that another member of your team was holding.

“so, george. best of the rest. getting used to that yet?” you asked, blunt straight off the bat. you didn’t miss the way his eye twitched. he leaned forward, placing his hands on the barrier that separated you, suddenly towering over you.

“well, you know how it is, the car isn’t where we want it to be yet but i have no doubt that the team will get it where we need it to be.” he affirmed with a nod of his head and you wanted to roll your eyes at his picture-perfect response.

“you seem to be continuing this streak of being in the top five, which is fine,” you shrugged, watching him tense up at the word. fine. mediocre. you were enjoying this too much. “but wouldn’t it be nice to get on the podium again? or a win, could that be on the cards?”

“i was on the podium last week.” he gave you a tight smile.

“yes, after a very unfortunate retirement from leclerc.” you stated matter of factly. you could have laughed at the way his face fell flat but that would have crossed the border between unprofessional and too unprofessional.

“i think, as a team, we are capable of podiums, and even maybe a win. we’re making a lot of progress, lewis and myself, each weekend.” he was such a robot, one that you took great pleasure in tormenting. if george didn’t want to give you anything remotely interesting, you’d just have to push a few buttons. he left you with no choice.

“and how are things going with sir lewis? it must be rather daunting to have him creeping up on you, right? we know how much he loves the hunt. how are you finding it, facing up to the greatest driver of all time?” you leaned forward as you spoke, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes, just to really let what you were asking sink in. you knew that george was perfectly capable, a very impressive, accomplished driver. that didn’t matter. all that mattered was making him tick.

“there’s no rivalry between lewis and i, working alongside him is a great honour and i think that between us, we are making great progress.” blah blah blah, progress, teamwork, yada yada yada. at least screwing with him a little bit made the interview less boring for you.

“and what do you make of the rumours that monaco will be taken off of the calendar? after another processional race, with very few overtakes-“ you started, only to be cut off.

“i made an overtake. caught lando as he was coming out of the pitlane.” he smiled smugly, now his turn to be be matter of fact. you scoffed.

“well, he was on cold tyres.” you stated, quirking an eyebrow. he shrugged, leaning in even closer.

“an overtake is an overtake, especially in monaco.” george smirked.

“okay, george, congratulations on another fifth place finish. thank you for your time.” your smile was sickly sweet, returned by a scowl from him as soon as he was off camera.

“always a pleasure, sweetheart.” he threw the words and wink over his shoulder as he walked away, a safe distance from the microphone. you froze, eyes widening at the pet name, but more importantly, the way heat shot through your body upon hearing it.

fuck. maybe he’d won this one. you hated it when that happened.

-

after your interviews had wrapped up, you had a few hours to kill before the festivities started. you didn’t always hang around after a race weekend came to a closing, but it was monaco and you’d been invited to more parties than you could count on one hand. a few of your colleagues had roped you into a party on someone importants yacht and how could you say no to that? you got yourself ready and headed down to the lobby, looking forward to a night of fun and the next couple of weeks off before you headed to azerbaijan.

you checked yourself out in the hotel window as you waited for your colleagues, admiring how good you looked in your dress, the way it accentuated every curve, the silky material hugging you perfectly. you wondered what it would feel like, just for a second, to feel someone else’s hands running all over the satin. to hear his voice in your ear, his breath fanning your neck, hand wrapped in your hair, lips against your ski-

god! enough.

you hated it when that happened. anytime you let him get the upper hand, you generally spent the rest of your evening thinking about him touching you. that’s why you were a bitch. you couldn’t let yourself succumb to him, couldn’t let him win the interview. you shook your head trying desperately to rid yourself of those thoughts, praying that you wouldn’t run into him this evening. he didn’t live in monaco and the chances were that he’d gone home. you clung on to that fact as you watched your friends enter the lobby, the group of you heading off for a good night.

you were a few drinks in, barely even tipsy when you saw him for the first time that night. you were stood on one of the upper decks on the super yacht you’d been invited onto, deep in conversation with lando and his girlfriend. you were joking with the brit about something golf related, having joined him and few other presenters in bahrain for a few rounds on the green, when george decided he just had to be a part of the conversation, slapping lando on the back and winking at luisa. you rolled your eyes, barely able to contain your groan of annoyance.

“and how are you on this fine evening?” george rested his hand on the railing

behind you, a bit too close to you, not so subtly raking his eyes up and down your frame. there was a twinkle in his blue eyes, something dangerous, exciting. you gulped.

“wonderful.” you replied curtly.

“and you look it too.” he grinned, catlike, mischievous. you blinked rapidly.

“would you like us to leave?” lando suddenly chimed in, and thank god he did. you were starting to get tunnel vision, almost forgetting that you had company.

“yes, actually.” george… joked? you couldn’t tell. one thing you did know was that you definitely shouldn’t be left alone with him.

“no, stay, after all, all george could talk about earlier was you, lando.” you smirked directly at the tall brit, despite directing your words at the other driver. your words were enough to wipe the smile off of george’s face.

“oh really?” lando laughed, missing, or perhaps ignoring, the obvious tension growing.

“he was so proud of his overtake on you. it was adorable.”

you were oblivious to lando’s laughter next to you, only able to focus on the way that george’s eyes had narrowed, darkening as he glared at you. you smiled innocently at him, but your eyes told a different story. hungry, lustful, maybe even a little bit desperate. you didn’t even care about that, all you could do was stare back at him, waiting for him to snap.

“i think we need to have a little chat, straighten a few things out.” george took his hand off of the rail behind you, grabbing your wrist. before you could even react, he was pulling you through the sea of people. all you could do was trail along behind him, weaving through the crowd until he led you into an empty stairwell.

“so what do you want to talk about? the weather?” you asked sarcastically once he’d finally stopped. he dropped your wrist, starting to pace in the enclosed space.

“why are you such a fucking nightmare? always standing there talking shit while you eye me up like you need to be fucked.” your jaw dropped at his explicitness, feeling flushed in contrast to the cool

wall you were rested against.

“you’re one to talk, you know. walking around that paddock like i’m going to drop to my knees because you overtook a fucking mclaren,” you replied, wanting to get him exactly where he’d gotten you. “not exactly the flex you think it is, sweetheart.” you mocked his closing words from the media pen.

“i can think of a better use for that mouth of yours if you’re going to continue to run it.” he spoke sternly. your legs felt like jelly but you were determined to hold your own.

“and i can think of a few things you could do with yours.” you quipped.

“is that what you want? hmm?” he stepped forward, caging you in against the wall that was definitely the only thing keeping you upright. “do you want my mouth? my fingers? bet you’d take anything i gave you.”

“why are you so sure that i want anything from you?” you made one last attempt at regaining any power that you had over the situation. you knew you’d lost it when he started laughing, breath fanning your neck. he peppered a few kisses on the skin there, sniggering again at the shaky breath you let out.

“you’re fucking shaking, my love. i know, you know, and everyone on that deck up there knows you want me,” he pressed a few more kisses on your neck before he whispered in your ear, “its okay though, sweetheart, because quite frankly i’ve been waiting for a year to see what you look like on your knees.”

his lips were on yours before you could even process what he’d said, his words finally sinking in as he licked into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. you moaned into his mouth, bringing your hands up to pull on the collar of his shirt, but he caught them, pinning them above your head. the height difference made it easy for him to keep them there, but made it awkward to keep kissing you. ever the problem solver, george found a solution.

with one hand still wrapped around your wrists, the other snaked down to the skin of your bare thigh, skimming the area left exposed as your dress rode up. he mumbled a jump against your lips, hoisting you up in his arms. he kept you firm against the wall, encouraging you to wrap your legs tightly around him, holding you up with his hips, which were rutting desperately against yours.

his lips detached from yours, sucking at your neck, much rougher against the sensitive skin than he had been previously. his kisses trailed down your cleavage until he was yanking the top of your dress down. you were annoyed as you heard the stitches pull at his harsh movements, quickly distracted by the groan he let out at the sight of your bare chest. he dipped his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making you arch into him even further. he toyed with the bud, nipping at it until you were gasping at the sensitivity. you decided to use this opportunity to try and gain the upper hand.

“keep doing that george,” you breathed, “i like it when you’re nice and quiet for me.” you teased, taking advantage of how he’d distracted himself with your chest, his grip on your hands loosening. you threaded your hand through his hair, tugging on the strands to keep him in place. “you can do whatever you want with that mouth if it means you’ll shut the fuck up.”

he growled, biting down on your nipple as you pulled a bit harder on his hair, making you whimper. he pulled his tongue away from you, letting you slide back down the wall until your feet hit the floor once more. one hand went to your neck, the other going to his belt, which he began to undo. the clinking of the metal made you tense up, the anticipation killing you.

“i think you’re the one that needs to shut the fuck up,” the hand around your neck tightened as he spoke, “all you do is talk, talk, talk, trying to wear me down with your short dresses and stupid questions,” he pulled his trousers and his boxers down just enough to free himself from their constraints, sighing as he relieved himself. his trousers had only been getting tighter and tighter since he first saw you this evening. hell, they’d been getting tighter since he first saw you on thursday morning. “you can pretend you’re in control all you want, love, but we both know i could have you spread out for me in the middle of the press conference if i wanted to.”

with that, he used his grip on your throat to aid you down onto your knees. it’s not like you put up much of a fight, very willing to get down there of your own accord. you wanted to make him squirm. there was also a part of you dying to make him feel good, desperate to please him. you took his cock into your hand, slowly running it up and down his length, getting used to the way he felt, the weight of him. as you stared up at him, eyes fixed on his, you finally concluded that perhaps he was allowed to be overconfident, considering what he was working with. you were almost salivating, unable to wait any longer. keeping up the eye contact, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, kitten licking at the tip.

george threaded his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. who were you to resist? you wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking and swirling as you took him further and further down. you hollowed your cheeks, moaning around him, which seemed to finally send him off the deep end. he looked flushed, a little bit beautiful with his head thrown back, thick neck all exposed and in need of a few marks to match the ones he’d decorated you with. his eyes had finally left yours, the pleasure too much for him to maintain it, mouth hanging open as he moaned your name.

“so fucking good for me, such a good girl. wish you were like this all the time, fuck.” you hummed around him in response, pulling yourself off of him. you stood up from the floor, kissing him fiercely. his hands were on your hips, pulling your dress up your thighs until your panties were on display.

“i don’t think i said you could stop.” he muttered against your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his. you reached for his collar, not stopped by him this time, and pushed him back into the wall.

“want me to keep being your good girl? hmm?” you pressed a kiss right beneath his ear, biting down on the skin. “i think you need to earn it.” you soothed the bite with your tongue, running the tip across his strong neck.

“you pretend that i’m the desperate one, as if i haven’t noticed you squirming in every single interview,“ you whispered in his ear. you reached down, finding his hands, and placed yours on top of them, guiding them up your half naked body. “i know that this is what you think about every time you run away, back to your hotel room,” you trailed his hands over your waist, skimming across your abdomen until he was cupping your breasts. “bet you spend your nights locked away wishing you were touching me,” you gasped as he pinched your nipples, every single nerve in your body standing to attention by now, but you kept his hands moving. you laced one of yours with his, bringing the other one back to your neck, guiding his large fingers with your smaller ones. “so come on george, touch me. need you to touch me if you want me to be good for you.”

something in him snapped once more and suddenly, he was very much back in control. before you could even blink, he had moved you both across the narrow hallway so that you were pressed into the parallel wall, lips passionately on yours. the hand that wasn’t choking you lightly was between your thighs, ripping the lace of your underwear which fell pathetically to the floor, completely useless to you now. he had a finger rubbing at your clit, dipping between your folds to discover just how soaked you’d gotten for him. if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew he’d be smirking down at you like the bastard he was. you were boneless, putty in his hands as he plunged a finger into you, working you open deliciously for him, thumb rubbing your clit to create a perfect rhythm.

you were struggling to keep up with him, the combination of his kiss and his hands on your neck and your cunt making you dizzy. you didn’t know what to focus on, mouth falling open, head falling back to hit the wall as he slid another finger inside of you. your eyes rolled back in your head, his name tumbling pathetically from your mouth in the form of desperate whines that only made him fuck you with his fingers even faster. you were proud of yourself for managing to rile him up this much, the knot in your stomach growing and tightening until you were shaking, barely able to stand without his help. his hand left your throat as you came, and you collapsed forward, tears building in the corner of your eyes as you fell into his arms.

you leaned back, arms still wrapped around him and his still holding you up in your weakened state. for the first time since you’d met him, you truly appreciated the sheer beauty of his eyes, the way the colours blended effortlessly to give away his every emotion. if you weren’t mistaken, he was looking rather smitten.

“okay?” he asked you, a bit too smug for your liking. you still had a couple of cards left to play; if he thought you were done, that he’d won this round, he was sorely mistaken.

you nodded at him, opening your mouth. he took the hint, bringing his dripping fingers up to your mouth. you took them in, licking yourself off of his fingers eagerly. you were certain he shuddered, unable to look away from you for even a second. your eyes flickered down to where he was still painfully hard for you, urgently waiting his turn. as he gawked at his fingers in your mouth, you readjusted your dress, smoothing it down. he was in a daydream, ogling you to the point where he didn’t know what you were about to do, as if he was the one who’d just had the mind blowing orgasm. pulling his fingers out of your mouth, you stepped around him, making your way to the bottom of the stairs he’d dragged you down earlier.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“places to be, people to talk to. have a nice week off, sweetheart.” you winked, quickly turning on your heel, swaying your hips just for him as you made your way up the stairs on shaky legs and disappeared from his eye line. you didn’t miss the way he groaned in frustration, cursing loudly, while you giggled.

you were definitely taking this as a win.

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orbit ~ shanks x reader

2,800 words | f!body | nsfw

summary: you circle each other with the dial as proof (compass points towards soulmate)

a/n: @dibi-learns-to-draw thank you for the amazing prompt! this fit shanks so well!

masterlist | soulmate event

“It’s broken.”

“It’s not broken!” Shanks argues, ripping his arm from Buggy’s hand.

“Then why does it spin so much?” Buggy asks smugly, arms crossed over his chest.

“I- that doesn’t mean it’s broken!” Shanks almost stomps his foot in frustration.

Before the two can continue their bickering, a deep voice interrupts, “What’s going on here?”

“Captain!” They say in unison as Rogers appears from behind the mast.

“Sure seems to be a lot of talking for a deck that still needs scrubbing.” He twirls his moustache, “What’s the hold up?”

“Shanks has a broke compass!” Buggy points.

“No I don’t!” This time Shanks does stomp his foot, fuming with anger.

“Ah.” Rogers says, “Well, let’s see it.” He holds out his hand.

Shanks frowns before offering up his arm. Rogers takes a moment, inspecting the moving arrow before throwing his head back with a laugh.

“What is it!” Shanks demands.

“It’s not broken boy! Your soulmate is a pirate!”

“Pirate?”

“How would you know that?” Buggy pulls on Shanks arm trying to get a good look again.

“Think about it.” Rogers flicks the boys on their forehead, “If they were living in one of the Blues, the arrow would always point the same way. But it moves, eh?”

“It was pointing south a week ago.” Shanks adds thoughtfully.

“There you have it! They’re traveling the Grand Line like you!”

“Pfft!” Buggy rolls his eyes, “Marines travel the Grand Line, maybe they’re a marine!”

Shanks can’t hold back at that point and tackles Buggy onto the deck, “They’re not a marine!”

Rogers erupts in laughter again, leaving the boys to tussle on their own.

No. Shanks’s soulmate had to be a pirate.

.

And pirate you were.

Born and raised on a ship until you left to find a crew of your own.

You never gave much thought to the compass on your arm. There was only room for one love in your life and it was freedom.

No way in hell you were going to let some random tie you down because of a little dial on your wrist, and if they couldn’t understand that then they shouldn’t be your soulmate at all.

You had seen it happen many times growing up. Crew members jumping ship to stay behind on an island because they finally found their match, some even joining up with the search as their sole purpose.

What bullshit.

The Grand Line is no place for a fairytale love story.

It’s for adventure, for exploration, to find riches and challenges.

Kind of like the battle you’re in right now.

“Shit.” You wipe the blood trickling from your mouth.

“Ready to give up?” The red-haired pirate asks.

A feral grin stretches on your face, “As if! Like I’m going to surrender to a pirate still wet behind the ears!”

He straightens with a frown, “Hey! I was scrubbing decks before I could walk!”

You swing your sword at his neck and he’s barely able to jump back just in time, “Think that makes you special?” You grunt, blocking his attack with your blade.

“No, but I could tell you all the things that do.” He waggles his eyebrows with a teasing grin.

Is he.. is he flirting with you?

With renewed energy you charge at him with everything you’ve got, tackling the pirate to the ground. Only when your sword is poised at his throat do you let the victorious smile overtake you.

“Alright, alright.” He drops his sword and raises his placating hands, “I know when I’ve lost.”

“You should have known from the moment you tried to invade my ship.”

“Invade?” The pirate cocks his head, “No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!”

Your face screws up into a snarl, “Don’t tell me your crew was lookin’ for a party.”

“Well now that you mention it.” That cocky grin returns, “Whaddya say? I’m sure my men are just as beat as yours.”

A quick glance around your deck shows almost that. Pirates from both crews panting heavily with exhaustion.

“C’mon!” The red haired pirate whines under you, “We’ll even provide the booze.”

You scoff, “You better have enough.”

And you tell yourself the swooping in your stomach when his face lights up is definitely from the ship rocking against the waves.

.

He’s starring.

Hasn’t stopped the entire night ever since both crews anchored on the deserted island. Eyes tracking every step you take, like he might lose you if he looks away.

It’s unsettling, but not unpleasant.

“There something on my face?” You plop down on the log beside him, “Or is my ass that great?”

Shanks smirks, “A gentleman would never comment on a lady’s backside before a first date.”

“And are you a gentleman?” You raise a brow.

“Depends.” His eyes roam from your eyes down to your feet and back up, “Is this a first date?”

A grin spreads across your face and you abruptly stand to your feet, “I think I need to rotate my helmsman of their watch.”

“Oh.” Shanks’s face falls and you can’t help but roll your eyes, trailing a hand over his shoulder so he gets the idea.

Hurrying back to your cabin is easy, ignoring the catcalls from your crew is another thing as you flick each of them off.

And barely anytime at all has passed before there’s a knock on the door. Swinging it open you find Shanks leaning against the frame with a boyish smile.

“Was surprised you were able to find me.” You step aside so he can enter.

“Not hard when I have a little trick up my sleeve.”

“And what’s that?” You tease.

For the first time since meeting earlier that day Shanks looks slightly nervous as he wordlessly reaches for your hand. You let him and he pushes back your sleeve to reveal the little compass embedded in your wrist.

The arrow is pointed straight ahead.

Shanks’s hand trails up your arm, side stepping around you as his fingers brush against your neck, a slight shiver running down your spine. You can’t see, but you feel his breath near your ear as he presses himself to your back.

Doesn’t matter anyway. Your eyes are glued to the little dial is spinning to follow him.

“Does that answer your question?” He murmurs.

“You knew?”

“I didn’t follow your ship for nothin’.”

You turn around, watching as your dial moves with you, until you’re face to face with Shanks.

With your soulmate.

“You’re nothin’ like I’d imagine you be.”

Your eyes narrow, missing the breathlessness of his words, as you cross your arms and spit, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Thought you’d be a marine.”

The surprised laugh that bubbles in your throat breaks the tension, “What? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah.” He smiles, falling back onto your bed like his legs couldn’t hold him any longer, “I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.”

For as long as you had told yourself you wouldn’t let your soulmate affect you, wouldn’t let them steal you away from your dreams. You’re starting to realize that was easier said than done, especially before getting a look at him lounging on your bed like he belonged there.

“I’m not going to be your wife or something.” You snap, trying to ground yourself.

He leans forward, “I’m married to the sea as it is.”

You take a step forward, knees brushing against his as he subtly makes room for you to stand between them, “And I’m definitely not going to join your crew.”

Shanks’s hands tentatively settle on your hips, “I don’t think the Red Haired Pirates would be able to handle ya anyway.”

You nod, pleased to hear that he sees you for who you are, “Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up.” Your hands rest on his shoulders.

“Real glad.” Shanks agrees, craning his neck to look at you, “Now,” He begins, fingers sneaking around to your backside, “If I remember correctly you wanted to hear my thoughts about that ass of- ouf!” He doesn’t finish as you give him a good shove so he’s laying flat on his back.

Straddling his hips, you seat yourself in his lap, “How about you save those comments until after you get to see it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Shanks nods his head, blood rushing to his groin when he feels you roll your hips, “Holy shit.” He groans, a hand flying to cover his face, “You really are my soulmate.”

“C’mon now.” You pull away his hand, and he realizes you’ve already lost your shirt, “Don’t tell me you’re one of those prudes who likes it in the dark.”

With a feral grin Shanks grabs your wrists, bucking you off his lap until he’s the one leaning over you, “Only if I can get these tits tattooed behind my eyelids.” His hands grab at your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples ad pulling out a loud moan, “Because fuck, there isn’t a treasure in the world that’ll compare.”

Your fingers dig into his hair, bringing him in for a wet and sinful kiss, tongues moving against each other while his hands play at your chest.

“Didn’t know you were a poet, too.” You mumble against his lips with a smile.

He lets out a breathless laugh, pulling back to rip off his shirt and it’s then that you spot the compass on his arm. Even having seen thousands in your life doesn’t prepare you for the feeling of finally seeing one that’s pointed directly at you.

“You look at this often?” You ask, fingers tracing the circle.

“Enough to wonder why the hell you were sailin’ circles around me.”

“You’re one to talk! I swear mine was pointed straight into the sky once! Thought you were dead until it was pointing West the next week.”

Shanks raises a brow, “You never hear of Sky Island?”

You slap his chest, “You’re so full of shit.”

“Really!” He laughs, “Got a map back on my ship, I’ll lend it to you ya.”

“What’s the cost?”

“For my soulmate?” He brushes his lips against yours, “Just a kiss.”

“Not a very good pirate.” You mumble, ignoring the flutter at the way he casually calls you his soulmate.

He pulls back, shifting to his knees, reaching for his belt, “Good enough at lots of other things to make up for it.”

“Go on then.” You wave your hand, devouring the sight as he lowers his pants. Thick and scared legs that you would love to grind down on until you’re a panting and sweaty mess. And nestled between the two is his hardened length, already dripping from the head.

“May I?” His hands reach for your pants and you’re too transfixed to do anything beside nod, already imagining how deliciously he’s going to stretch you out.

You’re enough lost in your daydreams that you miss when his fingers brush at your soaked center, almost snapping your legs shut if he weren’t there to hold them back.

“Rearing for me, eh?”

You smirk, reaching for his hand to press it firmly against your cunt, “A good fight gets me going.”

A devious smirk pulls at his lips, “Then what are you waiting for?”

The challenge in his voice sets you off, scrambling from your spot on the bed to collide against him.

And Shanks meets you to it, his arms wrapping around legs to pull them behind his back as he grinds his cock through your folds.

But you’re not one to be beat and you plant your hands against his shoulders, using the leverage to raise yourself and come down on his cock, taking him deep in one swoop.

“Fuck.” Shanks chokes, not expecting the immense pleasure so immediate.

“C’mon.” You whine, dragging your hips upward as his cock slides against your tight walls, “That the best you got?”

Shanks meets your triumphant stare, and there’s nothing he wants more than to wipe it off your face. With a growl, he tackles you backward, hips firmly planted between your thighs as he pulls back and thrusts deep inside.

“Oh god!” You cry, nails clawing into his back as he begins a ruthless pace.

“Just Shanks,” he pants, “is fine.”

Your surprised laughter turns into a wanton moan because no one has ever made you feel this good. No one has alighted every nerve ending like he is, with every push of his hips he pulls more and more pleasure from you.

Shanks buries his face into the crook of your neck, feeling his end coming on much sooner than he would have liked, but you fit so perfectly around his cock.

“Tell me what you need.” He groans, nipping at neck.

“I- fuck.” How did he even hit that spot? “I- I want to be on top.”

Shanks reels back, a wild grin on his face, “Yeah?”

You nod your head, “Mhmm.” And Shanks quickly flips you, hands gripping into your hips as he helps you move along.

Not that you need it as you slam down onto him over and over, your own hand sneaking down to rub at your clit.

“Fuck.” Shanks throws his head back, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Oh!” You cry, feeling his cock swell as he grounds his feet into the mattress, “Sh- Shanks!”

“That’s it.” Shanks hisses, quickly sitting up and capturing in your mouth, almost choking on his tongue as it explores every inch, “Cum for me.” He says harshly, hand coming down on your ass cheek.

“Ah!” The squeak rips from your throat as you jolt forward in his lap, and he does it again, the pain mixing with the pleasure of your hand that’s trapped between bodies on your over sensitive clit.

He can feel you clenching around him, the slaps of your skin sounding wetter and wetter with each thrust until you finally tense up and then your body snaps.

You’re sure even those back on shore can hear the sounds you make and Shanks can’t get enough of them. Working you into overdrive as he doesn’t slow down through your orgasm, building your higher and higher until you swear you’re coming again.

It gets to be too much and you wriggle your hands out, pushing him flat against the bed with his hair fanned out on the pillow beneath him.

And the sight of you heaving and gasping in pleasure is finally what sends him over. He’s never seen something so gorgeous, something he wants to engrain into his memory so he can carry it with him for the rest of his life.

“Shit.” You groan, finally falling to side, his softening cock slipping out of you.

You peek an eye open and see Shanks grinning stupidly towards the ceiling, “What?” The smile in your voice evident.

“I think I just became a man.” He looks towards you, his heart skipping a beat when you snort.

He catches your hand when you try to swat at his chest, pressing a gentle kiss right above the compass in your arm. And lips move higher, and higher, and-

.

The two crews stay docked at the island for almost a week.

Your crew insists there’s so much to explore and his say they’re just happy the captain is finally getting some.

It’s only when the winds tell of an approaching storm do you realize it’s time to move on.

“Where’s next for you?” Shanks leans against the rail of your ship, not too far from where you had him pinned and a knife pressed against his throat a week ago.

You look over shoulder with a smile, “I hear there’s an island in the sky I might have to check out. You?”

“Headin’ East.” He says, “Would have been there already if somethin’ hadn’t taken me off our path.”

“My apologies.” You roll your eyes.

Shanks wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you flush against his body, “Tis the life of a pirate, never know where the sea will take ya.”

“Hmm.” Your arms rest on his shoulders, “Suppose that’s the beauty of it.”

He looks straight into your eyes, “And it sure is beautiful.”

You feel flutters in your stomach, trying to look away and mumble, “You’re a sap.”

But he catches your chin, and inches his face closer to yours, “Will I see you again?”

Your hand slithers down to grab his, arms pressed against one another, “You know how to find me.”

Shanks can’t hold back, and he presses his lips towards yours in one last passionate kiss. His hands tracing the curves of your body as if he hasn’t already mapped every inch. And you nearly knock the strawhat right off his head had it not been tied around his neck when your fingers sink into his fiery hair.

He knows this isn’t the last time he’ll see you. Couldn’t be. Not when he’s got your compass embedded into his arm.

And he doesn’t plan on losing that anytime soon.

[harmonysanreads]

Prize and Possession

yandere yelan x reader x yandere ningguang

inspired by this post

w/c: 2.4k+

cw: yandere, gambling, slight power imbalance, some not sfw implications, ye old writing style

—YOU WARNED HIM. You warned him again and again. You warned your father the moment he got himself involved with his demise, you warned him again when he went ahead to challenge that woman and you pleaded for him to stop, to withdraw the bet throughout the whole carriage ride to the casino. But alas, all of which went through deaf ears.

If your father could gather at least a fraction of self control, then maybe you wouldn't have to be here, wouldn't have to be in this situation ; sat right beside the perpetrator of your sudden misfortune and watching as your father loses, a process so painfully slow.

All covet, all lost. There's a reason behind said proverb. Greed brings but loss. Something that starts slow, agonizingly roots itself on a person's being and they don't notice or rather, choose not to, until it's too late. Greed, has destroyed hundreds—no, thousands of humans ; but never did you ever expect your father to become one of them.

“Heh, Lord [L/N]. Luck doesn't seem to be on your side—do you still wish to go on with this game? I mean, the winner has already been decided.” she chortles. You snuck a glance at her fair visage and that infuriating smirk upon her painted lips almost made you want to snap. She was all laid back, sipping wine as if this was nothing more than a round of family board games. Your dearest father contrasting with the biggest frown you'd ever seen, posture rigid and a hand to his chin.

Your breath almost hitches when she glanced back at you and that smirk widened further upon noticing your extremely ticked off expression. Realizing you were caught staring, you whip your head away—which was a bad decision you realize afterward, because you can just sense her growing amusement.

Breath, breath [Y/N].

The moment until last night, you were quietly living your oblivious and frankly mundane life. The life of a noble lady in Liyue was not that interesting, if you were to be honest. You were mostly expected to have a perfect posture and keep an eye on the way you behave in public. Other than the occasional strictness, it was just a tranquil life under luxury.

But right now, as your grip on your robes —the ones she gave—tightened under the table and as you were minutes away from being sold out, you wanted nothing more than that boring life back.

Last night was already dreadful enough when your father approached with a grim expression and informed you of his grand debt. But he immediately added the bet he agreed upon to a woman, a small flicker of hope creeped in your shook heart only to be tarnished mercilessly when he revealed the stake of said bet: you.

You felt a myriad of emotions in that small conversation but most of all, you felt betrayed. You tried to convince him to not do this but a contract was a contract and never has a contract been broken in Liyue.

Loosening your grip on the fine silks, the intricate designs caught your gaze for the first time that morning. If this had been a different scenario, then maybe you would've given time to admire the woman's tastes. But as you recalled the ever increasing dread that crept up your soul just a few hours ago ; just after you woke up from a night with no pleasant dreams and an obviously nervous servant came in with a woven basket full of fine silks, silks that that woman you'd yet to meet had sent. Amplifying your fury all the more came in the small, hand written note in it, I can't take my prize home in rags, now can I?

(Which was still nothing compared to how your heart shattered when you confronted your father about it and he merely dismissed you with something along the lines of how she would be pleased if you wore them, and perhaps she'd show mercy.)

You tried your best to think of what you did to attract the attention of one of the most influential (and dangerous) figures in Liyue. Yelan, came her short introduction when you stepped foot into the establishment. The name sounded oddly familiar but why, you couldn't remember no matter what.

You hopelessly glance at your father. All his remaining hair had whitened over the course of just one night and sleep bid him farewell the moment Yelan made herself known and graciously reminded him of all his due debts — all of which came from that one damned addiction : gambling.

He recalled his throat running dry and the feeling as if his soul had slowly left his body when the blue eyed female presented the long scroll that accounted all that he owed. There were records of misappropriation from the Qixing's funds which would no doubt earn him at least a decade of jail. The rest, he'd rather not look for he might've just fainted there and then.

(But Yelan, as kind as ever, presented a deal, or rather, a bet as a last chance for your father to redeem himself. Mired in greed and deceptions, he failed to see the ominous smile on the female's face upon his agreement.)

You took a hard look at your father's face, then to the game where your brows creased and then to the blue eyed female. After a small mental debate you decided to speak up, “Please, stop this. I beg of you. Give us one more day, I promise all the debt will be cleared.”

She slowly shifted her whole attention to you and it could've been the illusion of your sleep deprived eyes, but her face softened in the slightest. You had a small flicker of hope but didn't let it consume you whole. Her gloved hand reached out to caress your face, then to smoothen the curve of your brow ; all of her touches leaving a burn in its wake. You didn't dare move.

Then, shattering everything, she cooed in the most patronizing way, “Aww, look at you. If you continue to be so cute, I might just take you right here and now,” you blinked. You felt a small ache in your heart, did she just toy with your feelings?

Leaning closer to you ear, she continued, “Oh, save the begging for later.” her hot breath fanned against your face, making you flinch. You felt blood rush to your face, from anger or from embarrassment, you didn't want to know — a sight the jade eyed female revelled in.

A cough from your father across the table as if reminding of his presence, made the female finally lean back, albeit smugly. You turned your head to the side in distress, trying to calm your picked up heartbeat. That's when you decided, you couldn't be near that woman, not at all. She was too dangerous.

They continued with the petty game on the other hand, it seemed like the winner would be announced any moment now but your father wouldn't budge. He still clung to that ruse ; after all, if he could even cut it close, all his debts would be withdrawn. He'd come too far, might as well go all out, no?

In his clouded judgment and vision, he might've not fully understood the weight of this deal. It kept echoing back in his mind, if he won, all his debts would be withdrawn and he could go back to fixing things and perhaps, pick up this hobby once more — but with more caution.

As if an opportunity presented by Rex Lapis himself, he finally found an opening. He could already picture Yelan's defeated face as he would triumph, victory was just a second away.

But there was something more, at the last moments ; something clicked in his head. That's right, he was up against Yelan. A notorious member of the ministry of civil affairs as well as a fearsome name in the gambling world.

No, that's not right. His brows furrow. Something was not right at all. Winning a game against Yelan should never be that easy. He still recalled the saying of one of his gambling buddies, they were a victim themselves and came to warn him like a good friend. And in this situation, those same words rung like funeral bells in his mind right after the blue eyed female exclaimed—

“Checkmate,”

Yelan, never loses a game.

You think you heard thunder crackling but that would be strange considering how clear the sky was this morning. But perhaps, that might not be so far from reality as the unfortunate inevitable had finally taken shape. Your father lost, Yelan won. You realize thunder did crackle, as said female pulls you flush against her while staring ahead to your father ; and him, having finally realized what he just did. Thunder crackled in your heart, in your mind and it tore all your hope like thunder tears through clouds.

“Well then, that settles it. I'll be keeping your debts concealed but [Y/N], will be going with me, as promised~” panic flooded through your father as he hurriedly tried to reach out to you, but Yelan was quicker. Before your father even had the chance to turn, she'd already hoisted you up on her shoulder and just like how she'd entered your once ordinary life, she was gone.

Sudden, swift, without a trace.

—

“You didn't tell me you were taking me to the Jade Chamber,” you exclaimed in disbelief when she finally put you down on the floating chamber's floor.

“There was no need to, kitten” she replied nonchalantly, lips curving into that annoying smile. You crossed your arms in front of you, a small act of defiance. How cute.

“Well then, now what? Do you intend to lock me up in the Tianquan's quarters or something?” you said half jokingly but Yelan did not respond instead motioned for you to follow her. You huff, begrudgingly following her trail despite there being no need to.

The walk was silent. Yelan curiously glanced back towards you, you had your attention set to the floor—something that should be uncharacteristic of someone that'd stepped foot in the Jade Chamber for the first time in their life. Someone unfamiliar to all this would more likely be amazed by the interior, marvelling at everything but you... Yelan knew there was something else, she just needed confirmation.

Yelan led you to an all familiar door, she didn't even bother knocking and casually barged in.

“It's rude to enter without knocking,” a refined voice announced in disapproval earning but a shrug from Yelan. You tried peaking from behind her only for said woman to completely move out of the way, leaving you exposed to a pair of ruby eyes.

Her eyes widened a little but vanished just as quickly, “Got the job done, I see.” the Tianquan commented, pleased.

“Did you expect otherwise?” the blue eyed female shot back to which the other female chuckled.

The events that had transpired from last night to this, nothing ceased to both surprise and confuse you. First, your father revealing that he was on the verge of bankruptcy then some woman ‘winning you’ through a bet while your father pathetically lost and now whatever this was.

“Ningguang...? What..?”

Ningguang's attention was brought back to you. Her eyes first drunk in your entire form, it had been such a long time. She stood up from her desk and made her way to you, “I know you have many questions. Why don't you sit down? I'll answer them one by one.” she gently guided you to a seat, you glanced back at Yelan who seemed to have found interest in her nails.

You turned around just in time for Ningguang to put a porcelain cup in front of you. You recognized that set as well as the colour, but the excessive smoke from the tea appeared to be strange altogether with the unfamiliar scent. Regardless, the tea was less important now.

“How do I begin...your father had accounted massive debts as you already know. That alone was punishable enough, furthermore, I've received intel that he was planning to sell you off to an arranged marriage. I simply couldn't just stand and watch now could I? So...”

You followed her gaze and it fell on Yelan, you got her hint.

“But, Ning...you could've just told me on our last—”

“About that,” Ningguang cut you off mid-sentence, surprising you.

“You...wouldn't if I did.” her eyes trailed off everywhere that wasn't you.

“Huh, why?” you asked back utterly lost. Why on Teyvat would you reject such a proposal? To be free from an unwanted marriage and your father sounded like bliss to you. Ningguang's eyes clouded over, for once those brilliant pair of rubies seemed to have darkened.

Before the Tianquan could reply Yelan spoke up for the first time after entering the office, “I believe I have a reward in due,”

Ningguang quickly regained her composure, you saw the two sharing a gaze ; a message was sent. You looked at Ningguang then to Yelan but when you returned your gaze to the tea, you felt the tea set dance.

You stood up abruptly, something was wrong here, you could feel your gut twisting in discomfort. In your life, your father was not the only one that made wrong decisions, you did, too. You realized bolting towards the entrance was just the worst of them as it only hurled you towards the blue eyed female's embrace.

Her grip was strong and it promised bad things. Your feeble squirming was futile as it only accelerated your draining energy.

“Tsk tsk, leaving already?” you think it was Yelan's voice. You were so close to her, you could pick up her scent with ease ; silk flowers and something else you didn't know how to describe in that hazy state of mind.

Wait, why am I breathing so fast?

Ningguang's heals clicked on the floor, the sound a bit too loud. She moved a stray lock from obscuring your vision, which was blurring ever so slightly. Even through your unstable vision and erratic breaths, you could perfectly make out the emotions laying within those bright pools of crimson.

It clicked in your mind the last second, the unsaid words of Ningguang and the so called reward of Yelan. If the Tianquan called for you, you'd be there in a heartbeat. But a person favours their freedom more than adoration, you at least. Though your senses were nothing but a miscellany of blue, red and the scent of silk flowers ; you managed to capture their eyes, and the meaningful shine before all went dark.

Because, you won't be leaving from now.

reblogs are appreciated!<3

[sashimiyas]

A/n: lol don’t judge me. suna’s (me) a weirdo but i’m once again pushing the agenda that suna is the most reliable person there is.

Your timing, as always, is perfect. No matter what you think or what it looks like he’s doing, there is no better time than now (right now, later now, tomorrow now, or even yesterday now) for you to walk into his life. Even if now means dodging a 70 mile per hour spike and leaving an unsuspecting Komori to fend for himself. Suna yells out ‘time!’ and immediately begins walking off court.

Washio stops him with a hand on the shoulder, “Are you alright, Suna?”

But he’s already jogging off backwards your way with the cheesiest smile on his face, “I will be now that the love of my life is here.” Suna swishes a hand in the air, “You guys wouldn’t know anything about it.”

“Let him be.” Motoya comes up behind the old Fukurodani member with a fond look comparable to a proud parent. “He gets like that. It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

Washio watches as his fellow middle blocker takes two wide steps towards you with his hands held out like he’s demoing what to do when you come across a bear in the wild before gathering you into a grand embrace.

“Adorable,” Washio repeats only because he’s too stunned to come up with his own vocabulary, “is a word.”

Suna promised an open door policy the first time you asked and he’s meant every word of it. Whenever you need him, however you need him, he’ll be there. How else could he repay you for all the stupid joy you bring into his life?

Love, at one point, was a joke. It was laughter at midnight and soda snorted through his nose. It was one quick heh when he showed you a funny video while scrolling through his phone and tangled on the couch and it was sneaky giggles in Kita’s kitchen when you both offered to make more popcorn only for him to shove kernels down your shirt.

Now, love is a promise. Love is telling you he’ll make the bed and he does without any complaints. Love is calling you on his commute back home and reminding you he misses you only to prove that he does once he walks through the door.

Love is swearing that whenever you’re sad, his sole reason for living is to make you happy.

“There’s the love of my life. What’s wrong?” He lines the crown of your head in swift pecks. You’d texted him earlier if you could come by and just by the lack of punctuation in your messages, he was already concerned. You don’t even have to ask, is his repetitive response that sometimes he considers making a shortcut for it. What could be more important than you? “Is my baby upset? Are you being a little crybaby?”

Your eyes grow wide at the question and your bottom lip dips out like wild grass bending in the wind. A grin tugs at the corner of Suna’s mouth as he brushes into the divot underneath your quivering lip. An indulgent chuckle escapes him and it’s like you take it as a challenge because your eyes gloss over immediately and whine into his chest.

He loves his little crybaby who plays up the theatrics because you know there is always a reserved vacancy for you in his arms. You make him feel like the most important man in the world, like it’s only him that you can rely on and he you can truly be vulnerable to. Of course, whatever you want, he’ll give. He’ll kill. He’ll blackmail. Why else would he incessantly take unseemly photos of others for?

“Why are you sad?” Suna tilts your head away from his chest to look at him. Kissing your forehead, he sets his aim downward. Then, he bites.

“Is it because I took your nose?” Suna curls his lips over his teeth and begins nomming your nose, exaggerating his sound effects (nom, nom, nom) in hopes of a favorable reaction. He inhales your giggles and it elicits a tremble in his own chest like you’ve just jump started his heart.

“Give me back my nose, Rin.”

“No.” Suna grins and stands at his full height to lean away from you. He obnoxiously chews with his mouth open. “It’s yummy.”

You squeeze, poke, and prod at his cheeks. The soft skin gives and bounces back up with a pink splotch appearing where you’ve irritated it. “Give it back! It’s mine.”

“Fine.” His breath is hot when he leans down, a deceptively charming smirk along his lips before he places a wet, juicy kiss back onto your nose and then peppering your whole face after. “Now you have fifty noses.”

Your real one, the one that is anatomically correct, scrunches up. Lines form at the bridge of your nose like cobwebs capturing the disgust right in the middle of your face. You’re so cute. He wants to squeeze you like a stuffed gremlin he cuddles to sleep. Not that he’d know anything about that.

“You give me fifty noses inside a gym full of sweaty men in the middle of volleyball practice? Do you hate me?”

“I hate whoever made my crybaby upset.”

You’re immediately back to pouting again and if you defied the laws of physics or chemistry or liquids or whatever, he knows you’d turn to goo in his arms.

“I’m not sad anymore.” You say, blinking those beautiful eyes at him. Tender and appreciative, they speak when you don’t. Because of you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m okay now.”

“Hmm,” He pinches your cheek between a curved index finger and his thumb. Even if you know it’s coming, you can’t help but jolt at the cold temperature of his skin. His eyes gleam as he appraises your expression carefully. “I don’t know about that.”

“I’m fine!” You insist but Suna shakes his head.

“Normal people don’t have fifty noses.” He kisses you again and again, squelches of his lips filling the gym as he repeats the practice over and over. “I think I’ll have to double check and make sure.”

[alltoolewis]

Goodnight n go!- Charles Leclerc ✨

Inspired by the beautiful Ariana Grande song- goodnight n go! Hope you enjoy lovelies 💙

Summary: You and Charles have been keeping your secret away from the outside world... including your brother Max Verstappen! However, after you accidentally stay the night in his hotel room... an unexpected guest pops in!

“Why is he looking at you like that?” Max questioned, giving you a puzzled look as his eyes darted between you and his early rival for the season, who conveniently turned his gaze somewhere else due to your brother’s death glare. “He’s my friend Max...” You groaned peeping over his shoulder to the Ferrari motorhome “But I think it’s more likely he was looking at you!” It was clear that Max and Charles were going to be close rivals this season, the excitement of the fans growing at seeing a tough battle between two of the most promising drivers to come! You had known Charles since the go-karting years, seeing them go from clashing all the time to building up a strong civil friendship!

“Hmmmmm, I do think he was looking at you...” Max wondered, giving you a quick hug before he had to leave for the sprint “But I’ll let it slide if I win this race...” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your brother’s comment, always turning every little thing into a competition! You knew how badly he wanted to retain the strength of last season... but with Ferraris’ newfound speed was going to be tougher than he imagined “Which you will...” You laughed, ruffling his hair “See you at the finish line champ...” “See you later (y/n) ... Love you!”

Watching as your brother dashed away to the pits, you quickly looked over Ferrari’s way hoping that you had time to steal a few minutes from the Monegasque... and much to your luck, he was still there. “Meet me over there...” You mouthed, pointing over to the gap between the Haas and Aston Martin motorhomes which had now been left alone “Now...”  Walking over the spot, a smile couldn’t help but appear on your lips as you thought about him, hating the effect he so easily had on you... even when he hadn’t done anything!

“Oh, fancy seeing you here...!” His familiar voice broke your trance, immediately putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer “This is a very random place to bump into people you know...” “Shut up and kiss me...” You mumbled, already claiming his lips to yours as you both melted away to bliss “You need to stop looking at me like that...” “Like what?” Charles asked mischief in his voice, knowing exactly what you mean. “Like you want to rip my clothes off...”

“What if I do...?” He smirked, causing you to hit his chest playfully “Max caught on to it before... I had to say you were staring at him...” Charles scoffed, shaking his head “Well that’s a weird thought of undressing your brother that I’ll never be able to forget about!” Giggling, you placed your hand through his hair, running them gently through his loose curls as you stared lovingly at him “I’m still seeing you tonight, aren’t I?” Flashing him your most flirtatious smile. “Of course you are...” Smirking, he places his hand on your waist somehow pulling you even closer to him “Got to whip your bro’s arse first tho..” Groaning you pushed him away “Why does everything always come back to Max?!? Can’t we just enjoy are quality time together without my brother’s presence being known!” You rolled your eyes as your faviourite sound echoed quietly across the two homes “Don’t know if being squished between two motorhomes classes as quality time Mon Cherie...” Charles laughed “& and besides I did warn you to tell him before the start of the season... you underestimated my speed love...!”

It's not that you never thought Charles could challenge Max this season... you knew with the right care and time, Charles would become a title contender! You just didn’t know how your brother would react, it was his long-time rival at the end of the day! You and Charles began dating mid-last season at Silverstone! Both of you getting carried away at the moment and finally expressing your feelings for each other after years of hiding it.. now you had the more difficult task of hiding it away from everyone else!

Before you could reply his name was heard “Think that’s my call ange!” Charles whispered, kissing your lips one final time “See you tonight gorgeous...” Without saying another word he darted back to his worried team, playing his disappearance off as his laugh could be heard from a mile away! Your heart breaks every time you watch him walk away, wishing nothing more than to follow him. Holding hands in the pit as you give him one last good luck kiss, watching from the Ferrari garage as the love of your life crosses the line, celebrating with everyone else that admires him! But you can’t...

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“What a race!” Max cheers as you walk back to his hotel room, adrenaline still up after an exciting 21 laps of the sprint. Although you were excited for him to get a pole, your heart couldn’t help but hurt for Charles knowing how much was at stake being in Ferraris’s home country! “You staying for a bit (y/n) ... I’m not in the mood to just go to sleep just yet, going to put a film on if you want to join??” You hesitated for a moment, unsure if he would catch on to your sad mood, but quickly decided where you wanted to be the most “I’m feeling a bit tired, to be honest, Max...” giving your best shot at a fake yawn “I think I’m just going to go back to my room!”

“No worries!” He smiled, giving you a hug “Please don’t forget your past tomorrow...” He sighed, flicking the pass that you had to get a replacement for this morning “Or you’ll have to watch the race from the carpark!” “Noted!” You laughed “Goodnight Maxie... see you tomorrow champ!”

Making sure the coast was clear, you double-checked your earlier messages to make sure you had the right room, wincing as you realized that it was only 4 rooms down from Max’s. ‘124’ ‘125’ ‘126’... ‘127!’ giving the hallway one last scan you knocked on the door 5 times... your secret code for each other!

The door cracked open just enough for an arm to pull you in, immediately pulling you into the familiar scent of your boyfriend’s chest “Oh I missed you...” He sighed, leaving kisses in your hair as he held you tightly against him “What took so long...!”

“Max...” You sighed, hating bringing him up once again “But I’m here now... & you’ve got me for at least another hour!” One real that you two decided on at the start of this, was to never spend the night in each other’s hotel room... including the times where your hands would get lost in each other! It was too much of a risk!

“Can’t you just spend the night with me...” He groaned; accent thick “I need you with me tonight angel!” Charles gave you his biggest puppy eyes as he stared between you and his bed, which looked even comfier imagining you two in it together! “You know I can’t...” You giggled, ruffling his hair “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make a mess of the sheets before I go...” Smirking you pulled him towards it... Pushing him down as you straddled him, lifting his T-shirt over his head as you gave his neck fluttering kisses “I’m proud of you lord Percival...” Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at the use of his nickname, pulling your Red bull lanyard off of you he chucked it to the side “Need to change that blue to red princess...” Leaning up to put his lips on yours, mumbling against them “We both know who you belong to...”

“Please stay...” Charles moaned as he felt you shuffle against his bare chest, trying his best to keep you down longer “We can go again...” His body relaxed as he felt your lips kiss where his heart lay, but the loss of contact that came next made him moan once again “You know I can’t sweetness... too risky!” Creeping out of bed, you tried your best to resist the sleepy pout he was showing you, picking up the rest of your clothes!

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You almost made it from around the bed, before his arm dragged back “Please baby... just 20 more minutes...” Looking at the clock you sighed as it read 00:30, of course, it was risky... but you just couldn’t resist “I suppose so...” You smiled, hopping back into his arms “But I mean it gorgeous... after that, I need to go...!” Not speaking he hummed against your neck, wrapping his arms back around you as you both drifted off to a place of bliss... not expecting what was going to happen next!

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Your body jumped against him as the sound of the door woke you up, eyes going wide as you saw the time was 5 am...!! “Charles!” You whisper yelled, shaking him gently as his eyes stirred “Charles! Someone at the door!” Groaning he jumped, panic slowly coming into his eyes as he registered what was happening “Shit amor put this on!” Throwing you one of his Ferrari hoodies, ushering you into the small cupboard “Stay quiet okay?” Nervously you nodded allowing me to shut the door on you!

“One minute!” Charles yelled, throwing on his clothing as he ran to the door “What do you want-“You heard him pause for a second before your eyes grew even wider at the name you dreaded to hear “Max!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your sleep...” Max sighed, letting himself into the room “I just wanted to speak to you about something...” Your body couldn’t help but shake as his voice became closer, trying your best to remain as still as possible “What’s up?” You could hear the nerves in your boyfriend’s voice as he tried his best to figure out why your brother would randomly show up at his room this early in the morning “Are we good Charles?” Max asked, causing Charles to raise his eyebrow “Huh?”

Sighing Max walked across the room, placing himself on the chair next to the cupboard you were hiding in “Like are we still friends...” “Of course we are!” Charles laughed “Why wouldn’t we be??”

“It’s just I don’t want a repeat of last season...y’know with how things ended with Lewis... I don’t want that to end up happening to us...!” You knew how hard it was on Max, to break his civil friendship with Lewis last season, things getting too heated to mend the heartbreak of the events that occurred “Mate... Of course, that’s not going to happen” Charles sighed patting him on the shoulder “I respect you bro... and no race is going to change that...” You couldn’t help but smile at his words, he always treated people with the same amount of love and respect!!

“Oh thank god!” Max sighed in relief, jumping off his chair “I’m glad that’s sorted out... Best of luck for tomorrow mate... feels good to be back racing you again!”

“You too bro! good luck!”

Just as you thought it was over your body froze as your brother spoke again “What’s that?” Charles followed Max’s gaze to your lanyard in the corner “Oh just a lanyard...”

“Is that (y/n)??” Max questioned, giving Charles a questionable look as he walked towards it, much to your boyfriend’s protest “No- of course not...”

Max’s eyes widened as he saw your picture printed on the pass “Why do you have my sister’s pass??”

“Oh, I found it... it was near the garages, I just haven’t had a chance to give it to her... I knew she lost it so-” Charles panicked, his rambling words not even making sense. Max looked up, eyes going dark as realization hit him “Why is this the one we got before we left then- “Your body tensed at his words “And why is that her glasses on your nightstand...!”

“Max... what are you trying-“

“Where’s my sister Charles?” Max sternly asked, stepping closer to him as Charles took steps back, hitting the wall as he stood right in front of him. “Listen, I know what your thinking & it’s nothing like that okay!! She popped around here before to make sure I was okay after the race! She’s my friend Max... she just wanted to check up on me! She must have dropped her pass & left her glasses here!”

“So where is she now?”

“I don’t know Max...” Charles breathed out, trying to relax “She left to go back to her room hours ago! I didn’t even know she left the stuff...” The room fell silent... nothing but the sounds of Max’s heavy breathing could be heard as you wished that Charles’s lie would be enough to stop it all...

“Let’s phone her then...” Max suddenly replied, whipping out his phone from his back pocket. “Max c’mon mate... she’ll still be asleep!” Ignoring his teammates pleads, he hit the call button tapping his foot as it began to ring! Your breath hitched as you felt your phone vibrate against to floor of the cupboard, mentally slapping yourself for bringing it in with you! Walking over to where the noise was he sprung open the doors, revealing a teary you in nothing but Charles’s redshirt... “Max-“

“YOU FUCKING LIAR!” he yelled, springing towards Charles as he grabbed him by his shirt, pushing him against the wall as steam came out of his ears “YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING MY SISTER! REALLY! ARE YOU THAT INSECURE THAT YOU HAVE TO BRING HER INTO THIS TO MESS WITH ME!”

“It’s nothing like that!” Charles snapped back as best as he could, using his free hand to shove the Dutch back “You think I would do that to you!! To her most importantly!” Charles looked you dead in the eyes “I love her! & if you approve or not... nothing is going to change that!” “jij verdomde klootzak!” Before max could swing at him, you pushed him to the side “Max! Stop it please!” Your pleading worked to calm him down only for a second before his eyes turned dark again “We are not doing this to screw you over okay!” You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for what’s next “We have been dating since last July...” Max flinched at your words, ready to snap again until you interrupted “I didn’t want to distract you with your championship battle... so we kept it from you! I didn’t know you were going to be rivals this season... & I’m sorry for not telling you straight away...! Just please don’t hate me...” Max sighed shaking his head “I don’t hate you (y/n)...” pulling you in a hug “I’m just disappointed... I would never have stopped you from being with him... I could tell you loved him since you were 14! I just wished you would have told me the truth..” Pulling away, you gave him a soft smile which he gladly returned “I’m sorry M..”“& you!” turning back towards Charles, pointing his finger at him accusingly “You break her heart, I will turn this rival into something more you got it!” “I wouldn’t dare to hurt her!” Charles smiled, wrapping his arms around you “I love her too much!”“Enough of the lovey-dovey shit I’m going back to my room!” Max groaned, turning back to the entrance door “Some of us have a race to win...” 

“See you later handsome...” You sighed, pecking his lips gently as you went to leave... stopping as his arm pulled you back!“Where do you think you’re going...”“To my room...” You said confused, squealing suddenly as he picked you up off the ground throwing you back on the bed “He knows mon Cherie.... that means your not going anywhere!”

[rizsu]

college au scaramouche, childe.

sum. headcanons + title says it all !

scaramouche

you know those people who always insult you every time you two come into contact with each other? yeah he's one of those.

it's safe to say he never goes too far with his insults though! scaramouche knows his limits/boundaries. he never ever calls you by your name, it's always "stupid/idiot/dumbass." if he's feeling special however he might add a little "fucking" in front of the "stupid/idiot/dumbass" etc.

for everyone else it's a challenge to try and figure out what exactly is your relationship with him!

you both have each other's contacts but never even bothered to message??

yeah there's also been a lot of cases where you guys get into detention for petty things. one of the many reasons for your recent detention was because he wouldn't stop kicking your chair.

honestly as much as you rebuke him and refuse to acknowledge he's a human being, you find yourself bored beyond your wits when he's not around.

conversations between you two in class usually go like this:

"what's the answer for question two part b?"

"no."

"okay fuck you"

sigh, so romantic! some might say they're head over heels for one another.

tartaglia

cliche. cliche is what he is. this man loves reciting the most random pick-up lines he learnt at some point in his life to you. it's quite entertaining!

if you're looking for childe, he's usually either with his group of friends or following you around the campus. there was this one time during pottery where he was not paying attention at all so the clay ended up spinning all over! a grand mess but it was funny.

childe likes attention. if he does not have all of your undivided attention when alone, he will make it know that he wants it.

no one really questions whether you two are together or not— everyone just assumes you're his significant other ever since the beginning of the semester.

he likes dragging you into the café before or after school; it's a must! childe already knows your preferred drinks / snacks so he always has them with him hanging around.

the only downfall of being with childe in college is that it's hard to focus when he's complaining about something utterly random.

he's also your tutor! he's smart and he wants you to be smart with him so he makes sure that you're studying for at least 1 hour during the night time.

[loomisadvocate]

the inevitable 𖤐 part one

woodsboro would soon be a distant memory - but some things would make it hard to forget.

pairing: billy loomis x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

tags/warnings: foul language, alcohol, billy is a flirty shithead, sexual tension, angst, slow burn, smut (eventually), also.. sidney does not exist in my universe sorry but not sorry ty

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

a/n: this is my first time ever posting something i’ve written but i finally got the courage to share it, so hopefully this won’t be the last time! constructive criticism / suggestions are always welcome :)

part 2 | masterlist

After only attending Woodsboro High School for a little over a year and a half, your time would soon be coming to an end as graduation approached. Moving at inconvenient times was the way it was in your family ever since your father quit his job as a personal accountant to become a writer. He insisted that your home in Arizona was too expensive to carry on living there, and who were you to argue with that? Why he selected Woodsboro of all places, was solely due to the fact that it was where he’d grown up. Thanks to the generosity of his grandparents, a home was already set aside for the family. The move happened so suddenly that it seemed very possible it would occur again in the near future. 

As a result, you had decided to simply focus on your studies and avoid anything that could tie you to this place. While at school you rarely spoke to anyone that wasn’t a teacher, keeping your head down and more often than not furiously scribbling into your notebook to ensure you never missed an important note from a lesson. When school was over, your routine was the same: catch the bus home, grab something to eat, and sit in your bed doing homework until the sun went down. You loved your routine - it was simple. You were an only child, opted not to join any clubs, and none of the extracurriculars available sounded interesting enough for you to expel your energy on.

There was hardly anything special about Woodsboro, and its tiny presence in such a grand state made it easier for you to see it just another insignificant place in a long line of temporary homes. When your parents broke the news that you would be leaving before graduation, it was equal parts unsurprising, but devastating. On the one hand, the ever present despondency that plagued everywhere from the town square to the video store was enough to make you never miss this place. But that was the thing about small towns; you never fall in love with the place - you fall in love with the people. And your efforts to remain alone proved to be in vain.

Your preference for having zero social life had been challenged about halfway into the school year when you were paired up with Tatum Riley for a History project. On the first day you met up, she’d invited you to her house where unbeknownst to you, her boyfriend Stu Macher would be joining you. It was a bit difficult to focus on the project when Stu repeatedly interrupted; either to crack a joke or give Tatum some affection (which you found quite unnecessary after the third time). You tried not to take notice but it was quite literally impossible with how infectious Stu’s laughter was. 

In the midst of conversation you started observing the two of them and they seemed to be too opposite in your head to work as well as they did. Tatum was considered an “it girl,” her outfits always perfectly coordinated and her hair somehow feathery and effortless even after gym class. Stu, however, was a total clown. It would shock you if he ever took anything seriously, but his humor was so effective it somehow didn’t really bother you. The project ended up disregarded as they took an interest in your life, asking you why you’d moved to Woodsboro of all places after living in Arizona. Little by little, the pair began pulling you out of your isolating tendencies. Soon, you and Tatum were practically attached to the hip.

Your one solace was the fact you still opted to spend lunch time in the library. You could always be found there with your nose in a book or a scowl on your face as you tried to decipher a question. However, once you had been introduced to Randy Meeks, it was only a matter of time before that was changed too. Randy was the lighthearted, animated, but slightly more logical version of Stu. You saw him as the brother you never had, and as much as you wanted to be annoyed every time he snatched a book from you or messed with your hair, you just couldn’t be. He was too kind and made you feel too comfortable for you to shun him. 

Even though he wanted you to join the group outside in their usual spot, he knew this was your time and made it a point to pay you a visit daily. Occasionally he would tell you stories about something that had happened the day before, some of them involving Stu’s childhood best friend Billy. You had yet to meet him, but if he was close to the people who had given you such wonderful friendship - how bad could he possibly be?

Deep down there was a part of you that had, unknowingly, been yearning for bonds like the ones you had created, never knowing what you had been missing out on until it was right in front of you. It was a feeling that you knew would have to end eventually, because none of your best friends knew you would be leaving before graduation. You planned on telling them at some point, but for now you simply wanted to relish in the time you had left without bothering anyone for extra attention. That’s why when you had finally met him, it felt like the universe was playing a sick joke on you.

It was a Friday night when Tatum abruptly paused your study session to bring up going to a party. She spent almost an hour trying to convince you it would be fun, but you were not a fan of big gatherings - especially not in Woodsboro where everyone was constantly in each other’s business. Tatum assured you it would be tiny and exclusive to just the friend group. Apparently, these were a regular occurrence for the group, but you’d always assumed they were larger parties with almost the entire Woodsboro High population in attendance. When you entered the Macher residence you were met with half-empty red cups decorating the living room and the loud, lively conversation of the three boys in the living room. 

“There they are, holy shit it took you long enough. You’ve both gotta catch up, we’re already like three beers in each.” Stu’s voice was riddled with excitement that you had finally agreed to come over with everyone, and Randy soon followed suit.

“Get your ass in here and start drinking, you can sit next to uh, rat boy over there.” Randy motioned to the loveseat stationed perpendicular to the couch he and Stu sat on. One spot was already taken by the stranger, and Tatum took the last spot next to Stu on the other couch. 

Randy yelped as Billy feigned throwing his beer bottle at him, quickly recovering and trying to play it off. With an endearing laugh you picked up a beer from the cooler and popped it open with the bottle opener. Taking a swig you walked around and plopped down on the couch, making sure to leave a significant space between you and your soon to be acquaintance. You listened mindlessly to the conversation, nose scrunching up at the taste and you shook your head.

“Not a beer kinda girl?” A voice inquired, prompting you to blink a few times and look at the boy who was now staring at you with an amused expression.

“Oh, um. No not really, just never liked the taste. I like wine though.” You replied, noticing that you had to consciously stop scanning his face and admiring his features. You’d seen him around, of course, but now you were up close and actually talking to him - you couldn’t help but analyze. 

His hair was a medium brown and hung over his forehead like he’d just finished going for a swim. Nearing the end of spring, the growing sunshine had just barely tanned his skin, making his brown pupils appear even richer. He was attractive, to put it simply - but it was his quiet yet demanding energy that kept you staring as he continued speaking. He clearly had no issue being a bit more expressive with his close friends, which you found charming. A shadow fell in front of your eyes making you flinch and blink yourself out of your trance. Billy was waving his hand in front of your face to catch your attention, an amused smile playing on his lips. 

“Where’d you go, Arizona?” He mused, his heart-shaped lips smirking at you. With an embarrassed chuckle you shook your head, already feeling your face heat up.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You asked with your brows furrowed, swirling your bottle around.

“I asked if you like red or white wine, then you went all zombie on me.” He repeated, still staring at you. That voice in the back of your head was yelling at you to break the eye contact, and just as it took too long for you to realize Billy was talking to you - that voice became silent and your gaze remained fixed.

“I like rosé, actually. White is too sweet and red is too dry. It’s a good balance.” You answered easily, but your body language was indicating to both you and Billy that you weren’t expecting a conversation past simple introductions. It didn’t help that the longer you looked at him, the more you thought of him as attractive. “How about you? Red or white?”

Billy broke your eye contact to take a drink of his beer and licked his lips, his head tilting back towards you. “Red. Only ‘cause it’s my favorite color.” You had to admit that you weren’t very surprised, he seemed like a red wine kind of guy; strong, a little bitter, and quite intimidating the first time around. Somewhat of an acquired taste, to say the least.

You opened your mouth to respond to him until suddenly a pair of hands slapped down onto Billy’s shoulders, and who else other than Stu to interrupt your first legitimate conversation with a stranger. 

“Who’s ready for a scary movie? You gonna hold onto Y/N for comfort, hm?” Stu teased and shot you a wink, making you roll your eyes. Although you enjoyed scary movies, you only liked watching ones you’d already seen, much of the anxiety being gone since you knew what would happen and when. You could only silently hope it was one you’d know.

“Subtlety, Stu. Look it up next time you and Tatum meet up for a quickie.” Billy reached behind him and attempted to smack Stu on the arm but was stopped just in time.

“I picked a real good one this time around, you guys it’s sick. I swear it’s one of the best.” Randy jumped over the couch with a cassette tape in hand, his face beaming with excitement.

“You say every movie is the best, which isn’t very promising considering the last movie you made us sit through.” Tatum appeared on the other couch, now sitting in Randy’s previous spot with her legs swung over Stu’s laugh.

“Just because you can’t appreciate art doesn’t mean it’s bad.” Randy retorted, rolling his eyes as he revealed his newest obsession to the group. “Ladies, gentlemen, and sub-human assholes,” he eyed Stu with the last part, earning a swift middle finger from his friendly rival. “May I present… Children of the Corn: The Gathering.” The boy beside you groaned dramatically and ran a hand through his hair.

“How many of these fucking movies are they gonna make? How much freakier can kids get?” Billy leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees, and you shamed yourself over how you stared at his white t-shirt hugging his biceps.

“Oh come on, just give it a chance. It can’t be that bad, maybe it’ll be more interesting than the last one.” You spoke up, taking Randy’s side and shooting him a thumbs up. Randy smiled victoriously and popped the thick cassette into the VCR. Before you knew it the lights were flipped off and the room sank into silence as the film began.

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After what felt like hours, you had miraculously run through four beers and desperately needed another one if you were going to get through this movie.

“Stu, is there more beer in the garage?” You asked quietly, trying not to disturb anyone. All you got was a mumbled ‘yeah’ and you were pretty sure he was dozing off on Tatum’s lap.

“I’ll come with, this shit is boring.” Billy stood up before you could protest, finding it a little odd that he wanted to join you. It was very possibly, nothing, but for some reason being alone with him in an enclosed space felt… you didn’t even know. You weren’t scared of him by any means, but you were already painfully awkward and never did well on your own with strangers; even if you’d had some banter about wine beforehand. Without disrupting further you made your way to the garage with Billy following close behind you, holding the door open for him as you stepped down the dusty stairs to the fridge. 

“Grab me one, will you Arizona?” Billy shut the door and leaned against the wall opposite of the fridge.

“You know, I do have a name. You can use it if you want.” You said jokingly, grabbing a second bottle for yourself.

“I could, but I like Arizona.” He replied smugly, his toned arms crossed across his chest. With a feigned chuckle you crossed over to him, holding out the bottle for him to take. He simply stared at you, those two strands of hair still in the same place as before despite him constantly running his fingers through it, a nervous habit you assumed he had.

“Is this… um. Is this not the right one? It’s all that’s in the-“ You faltered before being abruptly cut off.

“You have such enchanting eyes, you know that?”

You blinked three times, your mouth still open from speaking but your brows furrowed once you’d processed what he said. He cannot be serious. You should have expected that like Stu, Billy had no understanding of time and place. You talked to him for five minutes and he was already thinking with his dick. The worst part was the fact you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks, and there was no hiding it from him. You wanted to blame it on the beer and the fact you were a little more than tipsy, but you’d already caught yourself checking him out in the living room. You knew it wasn’t true to say he hadn’t piqued your interest.

“Uh, thank you. That’s… really sweet.” He simply smiled and took the beer you had extended, his fingertips brushing your wrist slowly. You had no idea what was going on and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. How long would you two even be there? Or god forbid, would they think you two were having sex in Stu’s garage? The last one sent a chill up your spine, or so you thought. You and Billy both knew the shiver that ran over your body was not from your internal monologue, but instead from Billy’s fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you closer to him.

“You normally this shy or is it just ‘cause of me?” What a cocky little shit. You laughed and looked anywhere but at him in disbelief. He looked at you expectantly, simply waiting for you to respond with no indication he was going to let go.

“A little bit of both, but I’m not scared.” You answered firmly. The beer in your hand was long forgotten but it was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. The only thing letting you know this was actually happening and you weren’t in some dream-like state. Billy found your response amusing, clearly, judging by the way he raised an eyebrow and gave you a grin.

“I haven’t given you a reason to be scared yet, angel.” Your eyes went wide at his haunting statement, but you truly didn’t think anything of it. All you could focus on was the fact that with every passing second, Billy got closer and closer. You licked your lips in anticipation, eyes flickering between the brown ones before you and the soft lips that had been catching your attention all night. Thank god you had as much beer as you did, otherwise you would be halfway across Woodsboro after running away from this predicament. 

That guard that had prevented Billy from ever speaking to you, that kept you from getting too close to anyone - for once it was weakened. And Billy wanted to take hold of the opportunity. His fingertips grazed under your chin and tilted it upwards, and it wasn’t until then you could feel yourself really panicking. What the fuck were you doing? Your mind was running wild with doubt and your inner monologue was yelling at you that this was absolutely insane. Billy, of course, paid no mind to the way you stared at him and leaned in. His lips ghosted over yours, and he took your silence as the green light.

“I’m leaving Woodsboro!” You blurted out, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your lips together. You could feel Billy freeze and become confused, his fingers leaving your skin as quickly as they were placed on it.

“Sorry - what?” He asked, and now that your eyes were open to see his reaction you saw his brows were furrowed and he was stifling a laugh - you assumed out of discomfort.

“I’m…” You sighed heavily and ran a hand through your hair, spotting a keg across the room and stepping back to sit on it. “I’m leaving. Before graduation, I’m moving.” Why you had said it, you had no idea. Despite it coming out at the worst possible moment, a part of you felt relieved. It was mainly because you had no connection to Billy, which meant he wouldn’t react emotionally or tug at your heartstrings by asking you to stay. Just as you’d hope, he just stood there dumbfounded, his shoulders slumped over in his typical posture and his hands now shoved into his front pockets.

“That’s… alright,” he was clearly confused but tried his best not to come off as an asshole for not having more of a reaction. But what was he supposed to say? “I wasn’t pushing for anything serious if that’s what you’re implying. I just wanted to pass time so I didn’t have to finish that stupid ass movie,” he offered up a laugh in an attempt to make his words sound less harsh, but it didn’t work. You felt the cold stab of rejection. It didn’t matter that you barely knew him, his words would’ve made anyone feel that way.

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head and scoffed in disbelief, your legs carrying you back to him before you could stop them. “You really think I was looking for something with you?” You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to be stupid enough to try and answer your question. The smug look on his face gave him away as he closed the distance between you two once again.

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying you would’ve left as soon as you got a beer if you weren’t waiting for something to happen.” Billy’s lips were turned up in a smirk and it took everything in your willpower not to smack him out of sheer irritation. Your silence was the only indication Billy needed to know - he was right. He didn’t even wait for you to answer. He simply smiled and popped the cap off of his bottle, taking a sip while staring at you. Your rebuttal wouldn’t have even mattered, the moment was gone.

“Besides, I would hate for you to have to say goodbye to one more person. I’m sure everyone else is already torn up about you leaving.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his ankles over one another. When your eyes fixated on the floor he bent over a bit to try and see your facial expression. Once again, your lack of a response told Billy everything he needed to know. The group had no idea. Knowing you couldn’t deny it without being called a liar, you confessed.

“I don’t know how to tell them, and I don’t want to. I just want more time with everyone, that’s all.” You stated sadly, all of the guilt you’ve been bottling up from keeping it from your closest friends threatening to spill over at any moment. Whether you wanted advice or just someone to listen, Billy wasn’t sure. But he sensed that perhaps, you had faced enough embarrassment for one night. That, and it really didn’t concern him - so he didn’t feel the need to have a conversation about it. So, he simply sucked air through his teeth and nodded, stalking up the steps with his long legs and twisting the doorknob.

He decided to leave you with your thoughts, suddenly preferring to be watching Randy’s shitty movie. You were left alone in the garage, the cold air of the night seeping through every crack. But not before Billy looked back at you, and with that god forsaken smirk on his face said,

“Don’t worry, Arizona. Your secret’s safe with me.”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

CAPPYS DECADE CHALLENGE

It’s absolutely been forever since I made a writing challenge and I’ve been wanting more fics to read, so alas, here’s a new one for y’all.

updated on April 4 2024 to allow for ANY character you'd like!

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CAN BE ANY CHARACTER YOU HAVE INSPIRATION FOR!!

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50s

I’ve Got You Under My Skin— frank sinatra

Dream A Little Dream of Me —Ella Fitzgerald $ Louis Armstrong

Put Your Head on my Shoulder- Paul Anka

Stupid Cupid- Connie Francis

Pennies From Heaven —- Louis prima

I’m Gonna Get Married —Lloyd Price

Your Cheatin’ Heart — Hank Williams

I Walk The Line — Johnny Cash

We Belong Together — Ritchie Valens

Tears On My Pillow — Little Anthony

60s

My Girl — The Temptations

When a Man Loves a Woman —- Percy sledge

Stand By Me — Ben E. King

Build Me Up Buttercup —- the Foundations

I want you back —- the Jackson 5

I want to hold your hand —- the Beatles

You can’t hurry love -- the supremes

I can’t help myself — four tops

Then he kissed me— the crystals

Can’t help falling in love— Elvis Presley

70s

Dancing Queen— ABBA

I can see clearly now— Johnny Nash

December 1963 — the four seasons

I want you back — the Jackson five

Ain’t no sunshine — bill withers

Jolene — Dolly Parton

You’re so vain — Carly Simon

September — Earth, wind, and fire

Edge of seventeen — Stevie Nicks

80s

Love Shack — b-52s

Jesse’s girl — Rick Springfield

Dancing in the dark — Bruce Springsteen

Africa — ToTo

Never Gonna Give You Up — Rick Astley

Only in my dreams — Debbie Gibson

Careless Whisper — George Michael

Call Me — Blondie

Bohemian Rhapsody— Queen

You to me are everything — the real thing

I got lucky — Elvis Presley

90s

Wonderwall — Oasis

No scrubs — TLC

Fantasy — Mariah Carey

Say my name — Destiny's Child

Waterfalls — TLC

Remember the time — Michael Jackson

Two Princes — Spin Doctors

Torn — Natalie Imbruglia

Iris — Goo Goo Dolls

Kiss From a Rose — Seal

00’s

My Boo — usher, Alicia keys

Not Over You — Gavin DeGraw

Grenade — Bruno Mars

Home — Phillip Phillips

You Found Me — The Fray

Bleeding love — Leona Lewis

Irreplaceable — Beyoncé

Since You’ve Been Gone— Kelly Clarkson

This Love — Maroon 5

If I Ain’t Got You — Alicia Keys

U Remind Me — Usher

I Don't Wanna Be — Gavin DeGraw

‘10s

Diamonds — Rihanna

Talk — Khalid

You Belong With Me — Taylor Swift

Lucky — Jason Mraz

Shape Of You — Ed Sheeran

Treat You Better — Shawn Mendes

Just Give Me a Reason — P!NK

What Do You Mean? — Justin Bieber

Shut Up and Dance — WALK THE MOON

Someone Like You — Adele

no tears left to cry — Ariana Grande

We Don’t Talk Anymore — Charlie Puth

Delicate — Taylor Swift

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine being the one to make sexual advances on King

I struggled with a title so much

also warning this is a lil' spicy

Sasaki: *after having his challenge turned down by King* you owe me a favor convince him to fight me.

You: what makes you think I can convince him?

Sasaki: *sees the way King looks at you* are you seriously that dense?

You: I don't follow?

Sasaki: he'll do it for you because he likes you.

You: What in the Grand Line are you talking about?

Sasaki: I'm a dude like him, I see the way he looks at you. So trust me when I say, he likes you. But before you go ask him, go change into that little black sundress with the v neck, and don't wear a bra. He'll do it for you.

After changing

You: *goes to King's office and knocks on the door* King, can I talk to you.

King: come in

You: *approaches his desk, notices the double-take King does on you* So I heard Sasaki challenged you earlier

King: *clears his throat* yes, but I turned it down

You: *leans on King's desk * why won't you fight him?

King: *stares at your cleavage that is now only a few feet from his face and on full display before looking up at your face* I simply don't want to, there's nothing in it for me.

You: * stares at him for a moment and starts to think maybe Sasaki is right*

King: What are you staring at me like that for?

You: *Decide to go out on a limb* Do you like them?

King: Ha! Do I like Sasaki? No.

You: I was talking about my tits darling, do you like them?

King: *leans back in his desk chair and deflects*... I fail to see how that is relevant.

You: it can be if you want it to

King: elaborate

you: I owe Sasaki a favor, he's called in that favor by asking me to get you to fight him. Now if you do fight him, I might reward you for helping me out.

King: what does that have to do with your breasts?

You: Well if you fight him for your reward, I'll let you do anything you want to them for thirty minutes. But I suppose that hinges on whether or not you like them.

King: The thing I want to do to them I can't do.

You: Even if I wear a blindfold?

King: *is tempted to risk it* you do realize I want to fuck them, right? And I will be cumming on them as well.

You: Yes, and I'm amendable to that if you help me out, and clean up after yourself.

King: I want forty minutes, not thirty.

You: *sigh* fine

King: Very well, I'll be back shortly. You go wait for me in my chambers like a good girl, preferably with that dress off. *grabbing his sword and heading to the door*

You: No killing or maiming Sasaki either.

King: *grumbles in disappointment and leaves*

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[utilitycaster]

Do you have or know some good analysis on Hexum and Ashton? The relationship there seems so bizarre.

"Tell Ashton 'good boy'" makes me SO creeped out. I think there's something else there that's gonna blow up in Bells Hells' faces when Jiana gets more involved and Ashton might actually pay off their debt.

Yeah but I disagree. I think the "good boy" was condescending and patronizing, but that's par for the course for what we've seen of her, and I don't see any reason why she wouldn't honor her word and say that this counted as the remainder of Ashton's debt. Ashton's summation of her has always been that she's not a good person but she keeps her promises, and that's why they respect her. It's actually a very simple and straightforward relationship they have, and I'm sure there's room for things to go bad if someone, say, brings up the information that they took from Evon about her or goes poking into it, but as is? I think they'll get their reward and Ashton will be freed from their debt and can comfortably leave town, finally, and she may pop up much further down the line what with the stolen construct and the mysterious boxes but if the party leaves things alone there won't be any immediate complications.

If I may: a lot of people have overlaid some completely fabricated morality onto Ashton that simply doesn't exist, and additionally fall into the trap of thinking that, because we know Ashton is a hero of this story, everyone who has caused them harm is bad and wrong, and that's just...not correct, and I'm not sure if that's what led you to this question, but I have a hunch it might be.

Ashton is very morally neutral. He outright mistrusts people who do things for the greater good, he's willing to give up Fresh Cut Grass and Krook House to the Corsairs, he doesn't really care if the Verdict get hurt and he definitely wants to win, but he doesn't want them to die either. Like, I feel like people zeroed in on the "don't steal copper" thing as some kind of grand sense of goodness and justice and forgot that they're still stealing gold. There is an underlying sense of "what's in it for me, and also what's in it for you."

I've talked about this before but Ashton is interested in people playing by the rules, but the rules...are what they are, and he doesn't challenge or question them. Jiana plays by the rules: the Nobodies stole her property so she retaliated (and for what it's worth the most recent episode makes it unclear if Jiana retaliated, or if the box blew up and she just happened to be present). The Nobodies play by the rules: you don't let someone die in the street, but yeah, you get them to a point where hopefully they can figure it out themselves and then you run - exactly what Ashton's approach was with stabilizing the Verdict. Evon sucks because he breaks the rules and said this was non-fatal when it very easily could be and because he's using people for his own amusement. But Ashton also doesn't totally trust Eshteross or the Green Seekers because they're motivated by altruism. That's the code, not some larger good or evil or even a sense of duty to one's community. Like, what I'm saying is when Ashton says "I'd have done the same thing" regarding the Nobodies? I believe them 100%.

[xamaxenta]

Left side Marco: Head Doctor of the largest Pokémon hospital in the New World region of the Grand Line, dumb fashion choices and will never give up his sandals, not even in winter

He’s loved Fairy types since his father Edward Newgate gifted him an Eevee (Sherbert)when he was a boy, happy to evolve her into whichever form was beyond delighted when Sherbert evolved into a Sylveon, since then Marco has focused on befriending Fairy types during his medical training, currently his fairies help him at the hospital with patients

Right side Marco: Third member of the Elite Four in the Grand Line Challenge League, type mastery: Ground and Fairy

Officiated League team: Sylveon, Hippowdon, Galarian Rapidash, Mawile, Gliscor

Initially this seat was his father’s, Newgate, who was the Ground style master out of the four (Kaido, Big Mom and Teach being the other three Elites)

Inheriting this title recently, Marco only leaves his hospital when a challenger has made it past two of his fellow elites, Ace his husband did NOT know about this until Luffy arrives to challenge “Elite Four Member, Newgate”

Ace ofc has gone or tried to attend every official match Luffy is part of, he missed the match between Big Mom and Luffy, he won’t miss Newgate vs Luffy

Imagine his surprise when his husband, Marco walks out into the arena, cleaned up for the fight, wearing proper shoes? contact lenses? He can see his/their wedding ring on Marco’s hand, putting it simply Ace went fucking insane he had no idea and now he has to cheer his brother on against the love of his life!!???