#they think i’m weird and lame or whatever

[newpartnerincrime]

i dont like being an older sister actually.

[rottenlittlefink]

… so like,

[san8ny]

Can you do tutor!reader and dealer!Ellie where r is tutoring Ellie and Ellie falls head over heels, walking r to class, driving her home, and even helping her release some stress after a hard exam

SQUARE ROOT OF WHAT ?

?: You’ve been chosen to tutor someone for a quick cash-grab, but do they have to be this dumb? Maybe you’ll have to change your teaching style a bit.. / E.W / 18+

!: back to mfin BACK!!

“That's like, not correct."

Ellie lifts her head up with the hundredth tired look, meeting your strict one with oddity— how were you still so into this after lecturing her for a good..2 hours? She was sure you’d give up on her like the rest did.

Sighing, you lean over her and hold the pencil steady for her in her own grip as you show her where and when to mark the numbers down..or round them, whatever you were saying.

To be fair, Ellie did want to pass this class bad, but her eyes were beginning to strain from how many steps it came to solving this equation and mainly how you had good tits— what? Your eyes widen and you step back a bit, covering your neckline now.

Fuck, did she say that out-loud?

Scrambling from where she had her head laid on the table, knocking down her chair in the process and slipping onto the floor— she panic strickenly apologizes, informing you she wasn’t thinking straight Literally, and that she didn’t mean it in a weird way!

Modestly, you nod, trying to conceal the faint hue your facial undertones bring out, like the girl you were tutoring didn’t just say you had the nicest rack she’d ever seen. Coughing slightly, you two sit back down at the roundtable.

“Okay, maybe we should take a small break here and meet sometime this week then? You can’t exactly do math with a uh, clouded mind.”

Ellie nods at this, bringing her hand down to rub at her nape nervously, “Yeah, good point.”

Nodding, you begin to gather your stuff, and while Ellie should take that as an initiative to get the hell up and leave, she stays back a bit, awkwardly lingering as she crouches down and hands you the broken protractor she’d cracked earlier. You give a curt smile as you take it from her, not exactly seeing the use of the broken equipment but also not having the heart to tell her “just throw it away,” so you put the cracked pieces in your bookbag.

“Again, man, i’m so fuckin’ sorry. I swear i’m not like, a pervert or stuff, I don’t even say that shi—

You interrupt her with a slight hand gesture, telling her all was well and that you actually weren’t offended, taking the bold statement as somewhat of a compliment. Ellie stares at you, tilting her head. Really?

You wave to her once more before leaving, insisting you needed to catch the city-bus but the girl shakes her head with wide eyes. No way she was letting someone like you on public transport at 9pm. No offense, but she’d had her fair share of naïvely taking it during late hours most would avoid the transportation.

With not much convincing, both of you knowing exactly who’s reasonings outweigh the other, she leads you to her car. It’s not as bad of a vehicle you’d envisioned for her, afterall, some scratches and dents were expected of someone who dabbled in street-racing and delinquency as Ellie, but her car was surprisingly clean and pristine, a newer edition of a make-model you weren’t too knowledgeable about, but then again, a car was a car.

As Ellie starts the car and begins driving, you put in the address on her GPS. “Oh! Actually, could you put it in my phone instead? My car one is faulty.” Nodding, you grab her phone, opening it with the passcode she reads out to you, once you’ve got your address in, Ellie cashes more in, “And your number.”

Your eyebrow raises at this, side balling her, was this her lame attempt at getting your number? She had no problem just..meeting you at the library prior to this at the designated spot and tine, how come she need your digits now?

“Ah..just for if I don’t show or something comes up?” You smile, typing your phone in while Ellie spares you a short glance but then back to the road, “You got it.”

From there on, it became a routine between you two. You would text often, meet up for your sessions then she’d drop you off— it was ideal for the both of you, only you found yourself wanting more.

Ellie was book-dumb. A ditz in cargo shorts. There was no doubt about that, but, she had other assets to make up for that. For one, you didn’t find yourself falling for her until she’d tell you all about her loser endeavors, like how she found a ‘make your own sillybands’ set on Amazon and she spent an entire school night making elastic bracelets or maybe, that time she added a drop of NyQuil Cough Syrup to her drink and swore down she made lean. She was a character to say the least.

Right now, she was laying on your couch as you read her flashcards. Surprisingly, she was rapidly answering.

“That’s all.” You smile, noticing her blatant improvement, “You finished them all. You’re good for the test.”

While Ellie would smile at that, she looks down at her palms, tracing the lines before taking a small shrug. You look at her confused, wasn’t she happy?

The girl stares at you some more before sitting up fully, her knees pressing yours, “We’ll..still hang after this, right?” You don’t answer right away, looking at her with a slightly dropped jaw. Ellie takes that as an answer, scooting in closer, “Right?” Her breath fans over your face a bit, proving how overwhelmingly close in proximity she was to you.

That’s one thing you’ve noticed about Ellie, and probably the only place you two collide in, the constant need for reassurance. Finding your footing, you nod, “ ‘course.” To that, she smiles.

“Well, we’re done so you’re free from my shankles for today.” You snort, laying back on the couch and reaching for your phone. Ellie hums, reaching behind her and taking out a small encasing baggie. You weren’t dumb, you could recognize weed at first glance. “You don’t mind, do you?” She coughs, leaning back too into the sofa. What else could you have said? “No, I don’t.”

Her eyes get glossy in a few passes is what you see, already so relaxed than the previous state she was in prior to this. You sit there, tracing her forearm with your nails lightly, a habit you’ve had since childhood, though no-one really complains about it.

Ellie hums, turning her head to face where you sit next to her, you’re so fucking pretty that it almost hurts her. With a slight shiver once she hits the blunt again, she leans in to nuzzle her face into your neck, laying on you softly in a slight spooning position. You were also, very warm.

You smile, raking through her hair with said fingertips, massaging her scalp. “Does it feel good?” Ellie nods, seemingly dazed by how skilled your hands were. Reaching a hand up into her hair, she grabs ahold of yours, bringing it down to her lips— pressing a chaste kiss to your soft knuckles. Your breath hitches at this, and she just looks up at you, “I wanna make you feel good too.”

“Ellie..” Your eyes widen, mouth growing drier with each passing moment her eyes are transfixed on you. Geez, she really was adamant. “You don’t need to make me feel good, dude..” You nervously chuckle, not wanting to believe her words had deeper implications.

Ellie mouth opens, but shuts again, like a fish in water when you say that to her. You don’t want her to return the favor? How come? Is there something wrong with her palms? Do you think she’s dirty? Or do you just want her to get the hell up out of your house?

Her eyes alternate from your own ones to your lips, scooting closer to your face, “But I wanna.”

Now, you were a moaning mess on your slouchy couch, legs pried open with some rando you tutor giving you the best head you’ve had in a while, “Fuckkk..use more tongue.” You sigh, hand buried in her hair as you steer her, desperately lapping at your folds while you smoke her blunt.

Ellie nods repeatedly, burying her face even further into your cunt messily, spitting on it and licking it back up. Greedy..

“You’re so good f’me, hm? That why you purposely act stupid whenever i’m teaching you math? U-ungh..you’re so dumb, caving into whatever bitch gives you a smidge of attention.”

She’s genuinely about to cry from how mean you’re being, but she’s never been so aroused from such humiliation. She tries lifting her head up to give a rebuttal but you shove her back down.

“Y’know, actually, trace the equation earlier on me right now.” You snicker, “Maybe that’ll be our new method to get that empty head of yours to work.”

[steddiealltheway]

(A special post for my dear friend Cass @henderdads who is celebrating 10k followers 🫶💛 can’t wait to celebrate more milestones with you 🥳)

Eddie watches the follower count on the Corroded Coffin TikTok rise every time he refreshes their page as the rest of the band looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe your bat song is going to bring us to ten thousand followers. Considering it’s about-”

“Shut up,” Eddie cuts him off, refreshing the page again.

“Seriously though,” Grant says, pointing at the follower count, “We’re going to hit ten thousand pretty soon.”

“Which is a big milestone for us,” Jeff adds before circling in front of where everyone in staring at Eddie phone. “Shouldn’t we celebrate or something?”

All the boys pause for a moment, and Eddie can feel them all staring at him, waiting for some type of creative revelation as if he can just come up with something on the spot like... “I have an idea.”

Gareth and Grant high five as Eddie jumps up and points at Jeff. “Go get some lame confetti party poppers and a cheesy celebration cake.” He turns to Gareth and Grant and points at them. “You guys need to find out how to put our follower count on a laptop or something while I set up my room so we can do a livestream on Tiktok in there.”

“We’ve never done a livestream.”

“Exactly!” Eddie says clapping his hands excitedly, “That’s what will grab people’s attention and boost our follower count. We’ll tell them that follower ten thousand will get a special private video from us or something. I don’t know. Whatever they want!”

“What if they ask us to strip?” Grant asks.

Jeff sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No one is going to ask you to strip, dude.”

“You never know!”

Eddie just laughs as he rushes off to his room.

“Wait!” Jeff yells after him.

Eddie pauses and turns around.

“What money am I using to by this stuff?”

Eddie sighs and digs his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out two twenties and handing them over. “If this doesn’t cover it, you’ve done something wrong.”

Jeff smiles widely before running out the door yelling, “I’m gonna spend all of it!”

Eddie doesn’t even care about his money going down the drain, he’s too excited about reaching ten thousand and being able to call Wayne about it. For now, it’s time to seriously do some work to his room in order to make it somewhat presentable…

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie adjusts the camera stand and the ring light he bought for their videos that he gets constantly made fun of for buying. But the guys can’t deny how much better their videos look, so he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jeff, give me your phone.”

Jeff hands his phone over but whines, “Why my phone?”

“Because you have the best camera,” Eddie explains, setting it up and going to their tiktok page. The numbers are quickly climbing through the nine thousands, and at this rate, they’ll definitely hit 10k during the livestream.

Once everything is prepared, Eddie asks, “Ready?”

Everyone nods and Eddie starts the livestream. He waves at the camera and watches the view count grow quickly. “Oh wow. Hi everyone. We haven’t done this before, so sorry for anything weird that may happen or when Grant inevitably says something dumb.”

Eddie gets a smack on the back of the head as Grant says, “Hey!” Jeff and Gareth just look at each other knowingly and laugh.

Eddie half winces and smiles as he rubs the back of his head and reads the comments asking about the numbers on the computer. “Oh shit. Yeah! Oh wait, I don’t think I should’ve sworn. Oops. Uh, anyways!” He takes a deep breath and gestures to the computer screen. “So, this the whole reason for our livestream. We’re about to hit ten thousand followers-”

“Thanks to you guys!” Gareth interjects.

“Yes, thank you guys. Really. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you,” Eddie says sincerely, laying his hands over his heart. “And we thought that we’d do something special for our ten thousandth follower. Maybe send them a video of us doing a cover of their favorite song or something. We don’t know! Whoever it is, you get to choose.”

“But you can’t make us strip!” Grant yells.

Eddie runs a hand over his face before gesturing dramatically toward Grant. “And this is what I meant when I said Grant would inevitably say something dumb.”

Gareth and Jeff just laugh as Grant turns red. Eddie turns around and pats him on the shoulder. “You know we love you.”

“Yeah, because you would suck without me.”

Eddie turns around and looks at the camera. “That’s absolutely true.” He looks at the comments and notices people asking them questions about when they’re releasing another song and if they’re planning on touring anywhere soon.

Jeff leans over squinting and says, “Oh! Our next song is called Hellfire Rains!”

Gareth looks at him slowly and asks, “Dude, are we allowed to say that?”

Eddie puts his head in his hands. This is absolutely a disaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s head pops back up. “We could do something even worse and give them a sample of it.”

He sees the comment section flood a bit with affirmations of YES PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

Eddie turns to the guys and shrugs. “Are you guys good if I play a weird acoustic version of it?”

All the guys shrug and nod until Jeff stops to say. “Wait, what if we hit ten thousand during that?”

“Then, you guys stop me and we look at the follower,” Eddie replies.

Jeff nods and says, “Okay, but what if I told you we’re only nine followers away from ten thousand?”

“What?!” The rest of the boys yell and turn to the computer, noticing the numbers going up.

Eddie scrambles to grab his phone and go to their page, refreshing their notifications to grab the name of the ten thousandth person. He quickly looks at the camera and says, “Okay guys, I’ll give you that cover after we hit this milestone and freak out.” He refreshes the page and grabs Gareth’s shoulder. “Wait, do you have the party poppers?”

“Shit!” He yells running to the plastic Walmart bag and digging through it, handing them to everyone.

“It’s about to happen guys!” Jeff yells.

Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he refreshes the page over and over.

“Holy shit!” Grant yells first as Gareth and Jeff yell to celebrate. Eddie glances at the screen showing 10,000 and laughs as everyone pulls their confetti party poppers. He turns back and refreshes the page.

He freezes.

“Eddie, man, who is the lucky person?” Jeff asks excitedly.

Eddie looks at them with wide eyes.

“What?” Gareth asks.

Eddie looks back at the name and presses on the profile, noticing their mutual followers confirming that it’s a legit account. “Oh my god.”

The guys all rush around his phone and stare at the page.

Gareth shrieks with laughter. “Holy shit! Steve Harrington? The same infamous Steve who your bat song is about?”

“The same infamous Steve who you had a horrible crush on in high school but could never get the courage to talk to him?” Jeff adds with a laugh.

“I talked to him once,” Eddie grumbles out running his hands over his face. This cannot be happening.

Gareth laughs loudly and says, “Let me recall it.” He turns to Jeff and acts like he gets flustered as he says, “Uh. Steve. Steve Harrington. You’re. Hi. Yeah. You. Uh. So Dustin and you. That’s cool. I. Well. Good seeing you!” Gareth then turns to run away quickly.

Jeff laughs loudly as Grant says, “Uh, guys?”

Eddie shakes his head as Gareth and Jeff ignore Grant to laugh about it until Grant yells, “Guys!”

They all look at him and notice him staring off. Eddie realizes that he’s staring at Jeff’s phone…which is still streaming.

They all seem to realize it at once and freak out. “Turn it off! Turn it off! End it!” Eddie yells as Grant drops the phone and Jeff scrambles to end the livestream.

They all pause and slowly look at Eddie who breathes out, “What are the chances that Steve wasn’t on that livestream and that everyone will forget about this?”

The rest of the boys slowly turn to look at each other with grim looks on their face.

“Oh no,” Eddie says burying his face in his hands. This is not going to be good.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Sure enough, the next day, there’s a viral TikTok going around of the movement that someone had screen recorded, and Eddie’s phone is spammed with texts from Dustin, annoyed at Eddie for never telling him about his pathetic crush on his babysitter.

Eddie ignores it and his friends attempt to drown out his sorrow with cake and platitudes of, “Hey, we’re actually gaining a lot of followers from this.”

Eddie just groans and buries his face in his bed. This cannot be happening.

“We did promise that we’d give our ten thousandth follower something special,” Jeff says. “So we still need to follow through with that.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not going to message him.”

“Then I’m going to message him from our account and pretend to be you,” Jeff says.

As Gareth and Jeff encourage him, Eddie slowly sits up and says, “No. No. I’ll do it.” He begrudgingly reaches over and grabs his phone.

“And while you’re at it, people are complaining about you not doing that short cover so…” Gareth trails off as Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Okay, well we’re going to go pick up some food and give you some space so you don’t kill us,” Jeff says while grabbing Grant and Gareth and dragging them away.

“Thank you!” Eddie yells after them.

“But you’re not getting food unless you’ve sent him a message!” Jeff yells before closing the front door.

Eddie sighs and takes a deep breath before he glances at this phone, ignoring all the text notifications from Dustin, but he becomes curious about the text from a number he doesn’t have saved. He clicks on it.

As your 10,000th follower, do I still get to request something?

This is Steve Harrington by the way

Eddie nearly throws his phone but swipes to Dustin’s texts instead typing out, YOU GAVE STEVE MY NUMBER????

He scrolls through the dozens of texts, noticing a sequence of important texts he missed.

can i give steve your number? he’s asking me for it

eddie i swear he’s not mad or anything

okay i can’t promise that but it didn’t sound like he was mad

eddieeeee

eddie stop ignoring me

if you don’t respond im going to send your number

okay

im sending it

if anything happens i expect to be the first to know!!! don’t make me find out from a tiktok ever again

Eddie takes a deep breath and reasons that at least now he knows the number is legitimate. He opens the texts from Steve and stares at them. There’s no way he can text him.

And for some reason, he immediately decides to call him with is arguably a thousand times worse, but before he can hang up, Steve already answers with a, “Hello?”

Eddie swallows and tries to remember how to speak. “Hi,” he croaks out before clearing his throat and trying again, “Shit. Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding amused.

Eddie sighs and lays back on his bed. “So, what are the chances that you weren’t on the live stream and you didn’t see that video?”

“Zero.”

Eddie groans. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked TikTok yet, but have people found you and flooded your notifications?”

“Uh…” Steve trails off, sounding hesitant to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes. God, I’m so stupid. I just completely forgot the livestream was going or I never would’ve dragged you into this mess.”

Steve pauses and asks, “And what if I told you that I’m glad you forgot it was still on?”

Eddie sits up. “What?”

“What if…” Steve pauses and Eddie hears rustling on his end as if he’s anxiously twisting around. “What if I told you that I know what I want as your ten thousandth follower.”

“To punch me?”

Steve laughs, and Eddie tries as hard as he can not to latch onto the noise. “To ask you on a date.”

Eddie freezes in shock. Yeah, this isn’t happening.

“Eddie? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here,” Eddie manages to breathe out. He pauses before asking, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I kind of had a big crush on you in high school, too. And I may have redownloaded TikTok when I heard about your live stream.”

“No way,” Eddie calls him out.

“Yes way. You should ask my best friend Robin. She saw the live stream and timed the follow perfectly for me. Plus, she’s suffered through my crush on you and has always been mad at me for never doing anything about it.”

Eddie can’t believe it. “Steve, can you FaceTime me right now?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Eddie clicks on the FaceTime button and waits until Steve’s face appears on the screen, further confirming it’s him and further freaking him out. Gosh, he hasn’t seen him in a while and he’s almost forgotten how gorgeous he is.

“Hey,” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie wants to melt into a pile of goo. “Hi.” He pauses for a second, getting a bit lost in seeing Steve’s smiling face on his phone. Then he remembers, “Oh! Okay, tell me again. But look me in the eye so I know you’re not lying.”

Steve chuckles and asks, “Eddie Munson, my secret high school crush, will you go on a date with me and fulfill the promise you made to all your followers?”

Eddie smiles and says, “Yes.”

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few days later, Eddie posts an update on the Corroded Coffin TikTok with a video of him singing a sneak peak of their new song then glancing off camera to ask, “Does my ten thousandth follower like it?”

Off camera, there’s a voice that sounds exasperated as they say, “How many times are you going to call me that instead of your boyfriend?”

Eddie puts his guitar down and rushes off camera quickly with a smile, but then the voice asks, “Did you end the video?”

Eddie pauses before saying, “No.”

“This is going to be a lasting issue isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Eddie confesses.

Then, the mystery man appears in the shot, revealing Steve’s smiling face before he ends the video.

Once again, the video ends up going viral, and soon enough, Eddie is celebrating 50k with all the band members along with Steve (and Dustin who is very mad to find out about their relationship via the second TikTok). But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

DESCENDANTS: The Rise of Red! (or the REAL hidden story in the movie + what’s gonna happen in the sequel THEORY!)

So we ALL watched the movie right? We ALL thought the plot sucked and the movie ended abruptly with a underwhelming climax?

WELL HERES WHY WERE WRONG!

So I did some really deep thinking, and I figured, these writers can’t be THAT stupid? The director can’t be THAT idiotic, lame, and boring? That would just embarrass Disney, not to mention all the well respected actors that are in this!

So I thought hard. I thought hard and I thought long. Like hella long. And I tallied up all the plot inconsistencies, all the weird explanations, all the very specific lines in songs, and I did it. I fixed descendants rise of red! I FIGURED IT OUT!

So!! Here it is! What TRULY happened that crowncoming night! And what going back in time actually did!

(I intentionally put a keep reading so if anyone wanted to avoid spoilers they can)

So! Now that we’re under the keep reading. Anything spoilerly can be said!

So first things first. The biggest theory everyone is saying.

ELLA DID IN FACT POISON BRIDGET!

Yes! I said it! We all thought the movie was leading to this! So it was underwhelming when it was revealed it was Uliana and her crew were the origins behind the prank.

OR WERE THEY?

We all saw that once they opened the book; they were frozen. Because they were ‘bad’ and Merlin’s security system was set into place.

And many of you came up with the giant plot hole that this would have happened REGARDLESS of whether Red and Chloe interfered.

AND YOUR RIGHT!

This sole reason, is why the group COULDNT have done it! Not only were they frozen, but they couldn’t read the recipe, and were properly sent to detention, ergo exonerating them from being at the dance! Meaning their was literally no way they could have been behind the prank!

So with them being withheld from the dance, who could it be? Who was the one person who was originally at the dance, but now no longer could be? What was the one actual change that Red and Chloe set off?

ELLA. AND THE VASE!

We all see that when the two go into Ella’s house, Chloe knocks over a Vase. Breaking it. Lady Tremaine GROUNDS Ella! Meaning that she COULD NOT go to the dance!

This DIDNT happen originally! Meaning Ella DID go to the dance in the original timeline! Which is proven when Cinderella (I’m calling Adult Ella, Cinderella) talks to The Red Queen (I’m calling Adult Bridget The Red Queen) about how the prank being pulled was wrong. She had first handed knowledge of the prank. AND she told Chloe she fell in love with Charming at the dance.

But! Since Ella is the only difference in the two timelines in regarding to the dance, this is PROOF that she was the one who actually pranked Bridget, NOT Uliana and her crew!

So here’s what I think happened!

Ella, who saw Bridget being bullied about the cupcakes, and saw Uliana take all the cupcakes. And promptly being threatened by Uliana. Decided to bake Bridget something to cheer her up. However Bridget literally has all of the cookbooks in auradon. As shown. So she snoops around and finds Merlin’s cookbook! (Because it’s also shown she’s okay with breaking the rules if it’s for a good cause. From her get our hands dirty song!) and double and, the book WOULD open for her because she is a good person. AND she was doing it for a good reason!

she flips through the book and finds some simple blase recipe that cheers Bridget up. Maybe gives her cool hair (Red hair??). Something simple but sweet.

However. While doing this, she happens to see the Monster food recipe. She doesn’t look at it for long of course. Just enough to remember it’s a thing.

BACK TO BRIDGET!

Now! I swear to whatever’s out there that the person who played Chloe said there was a queer character in Dedcendants 4. I can’t find it now but it was some tumblr or insta post. I know cause I immediately told my friend afterwards.

Anywho. I think Bridget is the queer character! We see in the movie her only friend was Ella. Not only that but she YEARNS for someone to care about enough to ask her out (in a romantic way like charming just tried to do for Ella) Ella, who again. Is Bridget’s only friend. And ergo, shows her love no one else does, IMMEDIATELY asks her to go to the dance with her! (Might have said as friends in the other timeline too. Who knows)

But! This only makes Bridget’s crush on Ella even BIGGER. And she falls in love with her! She probably thinks they might have a chance!

This is also somewhat proven by The Red Queens song ‘Love Ain’t It’

Title ; Love Ain’t It

Red : “With all the Grief you’ve experienced”

Red (Speaking of Cinderella) : So you Knew her?

The Red Queen : I saw through her. Cinderella and I were classmates in a way.

(Notice how she uses Ella’s mocking name after she has time to recover from the interaction. She said ELLA originally when she caught her off guard. Also. The line. I SAW THROUGH HER. It’s a double edged sword. Saw through her fronts. Saw the hurting girl inside. Saw through her LIES saw the mean girl behind)

Proven by the next lines

The red Queen : I spent way to much time in this place

So I had to escape

the people might smile

but their two faced, too fake.

Girl was relentlessly bullied and betrayed by someone she loved

And Ella Knows it.

Cinderella : Some people act mean at first, because their too afraid to feel

[the reverse is also true]

Cinderella : Look hon. Back in high school, a mean prank was played

And ever since that fateful day

She was never the same, it’s quite a shame.

So the Red Queen sings a whole song about how Love isn’t it. And we ALL KNOW that her only connection to love as a kid was through ELLA. meaning Bridget HAD A CRUSH on Ella. Was IN LOVE. With Ella.

So. How did Crowncoming originally happen you ask?

Here’s my theory

Ella and Bridget go to the dance. They are happy! They have fun. Bridget falls further in love with Ella. Meanwhile. Ella falls in love with Charming!

Her and Charming hit it off. And Ella starts to feel loved and appreciated for the first time in her life.

Then, Bridget performs her ‘Shuffle of Love’ dance. All the attention is on her! Even Charmings.

Ella feels robbed. She feels jealous. She feels angry that her friend is stealing the one good moment she is finally having to herself.

And so she briefly remembers the spell. And in a moment of error, she either A. Remembers the recipe already and makes the recipe. Or B. Re-Sneaks back into the office to see it. However I’m going with A because the book wouldn’t have opened again for Ella because of her bad intentions.

Whichever way. Bridget eats the baked treat. (I think it was a cupcake. Ella could have lied and said it was from the earlier batch)

And then. IT HAPPENS! Bridget is turned into an ugly terrifying monster. Everyone LAUGHS at her. Everyone makes fun of her

And Bridget, who is confused, understands only ONE person could have done this to her. She looks at someone she was in love with. And just sees Ella and Charming laughing. Laughing at her. Bonding over laughing at HER.

Bridget runs off. In tears. Broken inside. With an equally broken heart.

Maybe if Ella had immediately realized her error and run after her she would have turned out differently. But no. It is proven that Ella stayed at the dance and stayed with Charming. They wouldn’t have had the chance to fall in love if she left.

So Bridget. Spends the rest of the night terrified. Looking like a monster. And being laughed and screamed and made fun of everywhere she goes. And not only that. But her ONLY FRIEND. Her CRUSH. Someone she TRUSTED did this to her

Now THIS! THIS is something can break a person. This is something that can change their views on the world. On humanity itself. She was a kind girl. Was kind to everyone no matter how meanly they treated her. But through it all, Ella was her rock. Her friend. Her secret love. Someone who was good and kind through it all.

But she betrayed her. Tbe one nice person betrayed her. Showing that being nice doesn’t do it. Being nice does not mean good things happen. Being nice doesn’t is worthless if this is what it gets you. Everyone is two faced. And the only thing that’s real. The only thing she CAN feel. Is hurt. And pain. And fear. And so that’s what she swears to become. That’s what she swears to do. Be mean and cruel and heartless so she never has to feel all this pain ever again. So her eventual DAUGHTER never has to feel this again. It’s better to be alone and feared. Then alone and broken.

Ella probably realized the error of her ways the next day. But as she said. It was too late. Bridget was never the same.

This Explains why they had so many odd interactions. The raw feral burning chemistry between them. All the odd phrase. Why The Red Queen would be okay sending her BEST FRIEND to death. Why she would be okay killing her. And taking over auradon. To Her? Cinderella is the one who made her this way.

but also part of her still remembers. Still cares. It’s why she gave her once chance to kneel to her. (And as we’ve noted in the books and movies. She doesn’t give ANYONE else a second chance. She punishes I’m immediately and harshly)

And so! With all of this happening. Theirs gonna be some catylist in recent times. The Red Queen might be nice now. But something will have changed. Ella never went to the dance. (She clearly fell in love with charming somewhere else cause otherwise Chloe would have disappeared) but something happened when she wasn’t at the dance. Something that caused another problem. And THATS gonna be the sequel to this movie. Descendants : Rise of Red part two.

(as we’ve seen the official script for the movie is literally called Descendants : Rise of Red part one. MEANING they wrote it with the purpose of being part one to either a sequel or a threequal)

And THAT! Ladies and Gentleman, is what I think the REAL plot behind Descendants : Rise of Red is! A movie that is not idiotically not thought out at all, but really something so secretly genuis is blows your mind!

Hope you enjoyed!

[itsmarsss]

stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)

[~from the vault~]

Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?

Word count: 2,062

Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff

[. . .]

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face. 

It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.

So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.

And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didn’t even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation. 

“You know it,” Peter replied with a signature smirk.

Scott let out a groan. “There’s not even anything for you to do anymore!”

“There’s still plenty of stuff for me to do!” Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.

“No, he’s right! You never pick truth!” Warren joined Scott in complaining.

“Because I’m not boring! You guys are just laaaame.”

“I don’t know, lick that tree over there or something,” Jubilee murmured, uninterested.

“What? That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!”

“How would we know you actually went to Hawaii?” Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.

“Just pick truth already!” Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking. 

Peter put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, fine! But it’s gonna be lame.”

Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. “Okay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?” 

He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that. 

“C’mon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?”

“Answer the question!” Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didn’t even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.

“No. Happy?”

You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. “He’s lying,” she affirmed.

And then it was chaos. 

“Oh my God! When?”

“I knew it!”

“Holy shit how was it?”

“Stop reading my mind, witch!” Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually he’d be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. “Okay, okay, that’s not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.”

“But-” 

“Those are the rules, Scotty.”

Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.

“Y/n it’s your turn.”

Well, maybe not so much time.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Jean’s words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.

“Truth or dare?” Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.

“Come on, Scott.”

“You gotta choose!”

“Truth?”

“Tell us how that kiss happened.”

“Dare.”

“I… dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Those are the rules,” Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare. 

“You know I could kill you right?”

“You like me too much,” he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.

“Fine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, that’s it.”

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed together. “Wait it was for a mission?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“But then it doesn’t count!”

Warren chimed in again. “What? Yes it counts-”

You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. “What?” You mouthed to him.

“That wasn’t our first kiss,” he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.

Warren was the first one to break the silence. “First kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?”

“No- it was-” Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You have to tell us!” Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.

Peter cleared his throat. “It was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you I’d never kissed anyone?”

“Oh but if the mission one doesn’t count then that doesn’t count either. We were like ten!”

“What, were you not a person at ten years old?”

“Come on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasn’t it? With the… the werewolf movie.”

“No cause that was after the one at the diner.”

“No it wasn’t! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.”

“But it doesn’t make-” Peter stopped and looked around. 

“What?” You did the same, only to see your friends look like they’d seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.

“Uh-”

And then chaos again.

“You’ve kissed how many times now?”

“Are you sure you’re not together?”

“We’ve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?”

“But we-” you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.

Peter stood up. “We… are leaving.” He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.

You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As you’d just talked about, you’d had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.

“Um so.”

He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. “Yeah.”

“I uh. I didn’t realize uh. How many times we’ve- you know.”

“Yeah.” He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.

“You think they’ll be too annoying about it?”

“Have you met them?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.”

“I’m sorry. Or whatever.”

“For what?”

“For bringing it up. It just… came out, you know how I speak without thinking-”

“It’s fine. We’ve kissed a few times, so what?”

“Yeah. Right. It’s what friends do! Right?” He finally looked at you.

“Yes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Yeah! Totally. Totally.”

There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter blurted out, out of the blue.

“Okay.”

“Did you… like… kissing me?”

“What?”

"Huh?"  He pretended he hadn’t said anything, immediately regretting saying it.

Silence again.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What?”

“I liked it. Did you not?”

“I don’t- I-” He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. “Yeah. A- a lot.”

“Does that- I mean that’s still like. Normal right?”

“Yeah I mean who- it’s kissing right? Why would- why wouldn’t we like that?”

“Right. Right. Yeah, of course.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were like- you know- not… friends.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. “Not like that! I mean if we were like, more.”

“Like… if we dated.” It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?

“Wuh- Yeah. I guess.”

You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldn’t- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend. 

But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.

…would it?

“Why?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just wanna know why you’re asking!”

“Well cause maybe I’d like it if we were dating!” 

“Yeah sure,” you let out a laugh.

“I’m.. not joking.”

You went quiet.

“I know I’m not serious about… well anything I guess,” he let out a small laugh, “but I’m being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.”

“So you have… feelings for me. That’s what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not joking.”

“No! Why would I joke about that?”

“We joke about that all the time!”

“Not right now!”

“You know I’m 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?”

“I… am pretty aware.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say. 

“Okay? So?” Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.

You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?

Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.

But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.

And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount. 

“Okay, don’t get too cocky, now.”

He kept staring at you, expecting your next words. 

“I like you too.”

“As in... more than a friend?”

“No I’m actually friendzoning you.”

Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. “Are you? That’s good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.”

“You did?”

He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. “Yeah. I think we should stay friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah me too.”

“Friends kiss, right?”

“Platonically.”

“Yeah, platonically.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. “We’re so stupid.”

Hee shook his head. “I don’t know what youre talking about.” 

You didn’t have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.

You’d kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasn’t impulsive, and you weren’t going to regret it after. You wouldn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.

But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadn’t noticed had been standing by the door.

“You guys are so confusing!”

Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.

[. . .]

A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really

[cottonlemonade]

Accidental Confession

word count: 1562 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: rival!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with smidgen of spice, enemies to lovers

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, accidental confession with rival Kuroo, as manager

When you moved to Tokyo, you had your pick of schools. You could have gone to Fukurodani or even Itachiyama, the entrance exams to either was a joke, but after you visited a local volleyball tournament with your parents you decided on Nekoma. Their persistence, strategy and determined gameplay was hypnotizing and your fascination for the club was born. You wanted to be a part of the team, design tactics against individual opponents and fantasized about giving the decisive hint to lead them to victory. So imagine your disappointment, when you met the team in your first year and some bed-headed, cocky boy went at it with the libero. From what you gathered, the libero, Yaku, had badly defeated the other one, Kuroo, during a game in middle school and Kuroo had been salty ever since. Instead of trying to mediate you agreed with Yaku‘s arguments and took his side, turning Kuroo from a mildly annoying nuisance into the enemy.

On the other side, it took Kuroo two summers to realize that all his proverbial pigtail-pulling meant he was in love. The feeling hit him one afternoon as he lounged upside down on Kenma‘s bed, watching his friend defeat the latest boss in a video game. Kuroo’s mind began to wander to the previous week when Kenma had pointed out that he had mentioned you six times in as many minutes and the realization was so earth-shattering that he nearly slid to the floor.

When you met him again in the hallway on your first day back of third year, you were prepared for whatever lame comment would come your way. What you didn’t expect was him avoiding your eyes and hurrying around the corner. You squinted, a skeptical frown plastered on your face. As you walked past he was casually conversing with the water fountain. What was he playing at?

“Hey, demon spawn, do you have a minute?”

Yaku looked up from the cup ramen he was slurping in the convenience store and although a little miffed that his quality after school time was interrupted, he nodded to the empty seat next to him.

Kuroo plopped down and Yaku began twirling a new ball of noodles around his chopsticks, thinking nothing more than this would probably concern homework or volleyball.

There was no use to dance around the subject.

“Does y/n ever talk about me?“

The libero almost choked and Kuroo waited until he calmed down, not moving a muscle to help.

“With deepest hatred, yeah.“, Yaku eventually pressed out and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

“You sure?“

“Very sure.“

“Maybe it’s just a front for her real feelings because obviously she wouldn’t wanna tell you that she is madly in love with me and-“

“No no. She really really hates you.“

“But I’m so lovable...“, Kuroo pouted, earning a scoff from his fellow teammate.

“Why are you asking, anyway? You better not try pulling some dumb prank on her.” Yaku scowled.

“Me? Never. - I just… I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“That’s a really weird thing to wonder about.”

“Do you never have a self-absorbed day? Hahaha…” Kuroo laughed nervously and grabbed the still wrapped melon bread next to Yaku, opening the package and taking a large bite to muffle his still ongoing awkwardness.

“Hey!”

“Just doing you a favor. These aren’t good for you.”, Kuroo said wisely through a mouthful of pillowy bread and, swallowing laboriously, added, “Sorry, gotta go. Thanks for this.”

Unfortunately, the uselessly tall jerk was nimble in his movements and jumped up to rush out of the glass doors. Yaku was about to pounce but the convenience store clerk asked him for quiet and, apologizing over and over with deep bows, he went back to his ramen, groaning inwardly because the noodles had gotten soggy.

Alright. He had three options. Pine for the rest of his days, wear you down over time with his infinite charm or confess and run away before you could insult him. None of them really tickled his fancy and with his disadvantageous starting point of ��deepest hatred” - as per Yaku - his chances were slim but there was nothing else for it.

“So…” Kuroo ignored your rolling eyes when you turned to him. It was after practice on a Friday and he figured if he confessed now he had all weekend to hide in case it would go south.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Why?”

You eyed him suspiciously, standing there all tall and handsome in the utility room. He had just wheeled in the basket of volleyballs, subconsciously placing his hand on one of them for support. Hoping no one would bear witness to his almost certain failure he closed the door behind him. He did it gently so you didn’t think he was trapping you, but the gesture made you raise a brow nonetheless.

When he didn’t answer right away you snapped, “What’s it to you?”

You ducked your head a bit at your tone. The hostility was of course just a front for your real feelings because obviously you wouldn’t want to tell Yaku that you were madly in love with Kuroo and -

“I thought maybe you wanna grab a drink at the convenience store on the way home.”

He increased the pressure on the ball, tension running through his body and his heart throbbed loudly in his ears.

To his surprise you didn’t shoot him down immediately but just asked, “Who else is coming?”

“No one?”

“Why?”

“Be…cause I want to be alone with you?”

“Why?”

Abort, abort, abort!

“Because I like you?”, he offered and gave you a smile that may have been an attempt at “winning volleyball captain” but only reached “uncomfortable idiot” at best. He flinched when you started laughing, then, in his desperation to save face joined in, although robotically.

“That was a good one.”, you admitted.

“Yeah… definitely. Got you good…”, he said lamely, “Well it’s been great talking to you as always. Remember this was a joke. Not serious. At all! Definitely didn’t confess to you just now, okay? - Okay, cool. See ya bye!”

He spun on his heel, internally rolling his shoulders, ready for a sprint to get far away, and a moment later inspected the useless door handle in his hand. A loud clunk kindly let him know that the other side of the handle had broken off as well. Oh no.

“Kuroo, that’s not funny.”

“I agree.”, he said, much calmer than he felt, and raised his hand to knock on the metal door, “Hello?! Anyone?! Can someone open the door, please?! There are people stuck in here!”

You took out your phone and dialed Yaku’s number. But after ringing through to voicemail twice, you sent him a text. “They’re all probably already in the shower.”, you said, “Mori will get the text eventually and come to help.”

“Did you tell him you’re in here with me? Cause that might delay his response time.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well he wouldn’t really rush to help me, wouldn’t he?”

You crossed your arms and, adding an exasperated sigh, said, “You know, you guys are so childish. Why can’t you just get along?”

“We’re childish?”, he asked with mocking disbelief, “We are not the ones who hate on the incredibly charming, suave, level-headed captain for no reason.”

Being met with silence he added quietly, “Too much?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t hate you so much if you weren’t so damn kissable. It’s annoying.”, you muttered.

“What?”

“I said, you’re annoying!”

“And the part before that?”

“Didn’t say anything before that. You’re hearing things, grandpa.”

“Nooo, I definitely heard the word kissable.”

“Aww, going senile?”

“Hey, listen! You’re no different, okay?! If you weren’t so god damn cute all the time I wouldn’t have to ask for notes on lessons so often! You’re freaking distracting!”

You squared your shoulders, your body turning warm from embarrassment and, because you didn’t know what else to feel, completely unfounded offense.

“Oh, you think it’s easy for me?! With that stupidly great hair you’re always sporting?! And don’t even get me started on your voice! Makes me wanna drag you into an empty classroom!”

“What about your fruity lipgloss, huh?! You’re just asking me to stare!”

“And your biceps?!”

“And your hips?!”

“Your dumb weirdly hot smile?!”

“Why are we yelling nice stuff?!”

“Because I like you, too, you idiot!”

A moment’s pause draped itself between you, only disturbed by the breathless panting on either side.

“Yeah?”, he said finally, “Prove it.”

You unceremoniously closed the distance between you and pushed him back against the metal door, standing on tiptoes and grabbing the front of his jersey for good measure. The coward eventually unfroze and gripped your pudgy waist to pull you closer. His hands were everywhere and you gasped when he squeezed your ass, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. When you needed to come up for air he instead opted for dipping his head lower, kissing your neck, obviously determined to leave a hickey if he continued as he did. And you were very much about to let him when the door opened and both of you tumbled out. Kuroo made sure to cushion your fall, holding you safely in his arms when you landed on top of him and looked up to meet the utterly disgusted grimace of Yaku.

a/n: I got three accidental confession requests for Kuroo in slightly different variations xD so I decided to kind of mash them all together. For a purely fluffy non-manager option I have A Chaotic Confession if you’d like to check it out ^^ thank you so much to the three anons who requested this prompt. I hope you enjoyed it ��� (special thanks to @haikyu-mp4 for helping me out of a corner with this one!)

[thefreakandthehair]

I just wanna see that smile

wc: 1.1k | tags: canon-compliant injury/recovery, hospital setting, getting together, (brief and inferred mutual) pining, first kiss

a/n: happy (belated) birthday to my pal, @firefly-party! kei drew this piece last year and it was one of the first artworks we talked about when we became friends. this series has continued to live in my brain ever since, so I decided to write a little something in the universe!

Eddie woke up on March 26th, 1986 and Steve’s waited patiently for this moment ever since. 

Well, patient is a misnomer— he’d waited quietly to anyone not named Robin or Dustin. Robin, because she knows him too well and there’s no point in trying to hide anything from her and Dustin, because he’d apparently grown up overnight and pieced together that Steve sitting at Eddie’s bedside and holding his fucking hand every time he waltzed into the room meant something. 

Or maybe it was when Steve gave Eddie all of his rings back, sliding them carefully onto his shaking fingers with a comforting smile. 

Or maybe when Eddie sat up unassisted for the first time and Steve nearly hit the ceiling, bracing him in a panic as if all of his stitches and staples would burst with the tiny movement he’d been working toward in physical therapy. 

Hell, maybe it was Steve taking over some of Eddie’s care for himself, washing his hair and braiding it because the staff at Hawkins Memorial are doing nothing more than the bare minimum to make sure they don’t get sued, or even more frightening, reamed out by the new duo of Hopper and Wayne again. Either way, his hair was making Steve’s own scalp itchy. 

Dustin never tells Steve what it was exactly that tipped him off but whatever it was, it’s enough for Dustin to give Steve the floor when Eddie’s getting ready to discharge back home. And that’s how, exactly two months later to the day from Eddie waking up, Steve enters Eddie’s otherwise empty room armed with a special treat in the form of milkshakes to find Eddie pouring over an unfortunately familiar stack of papers. 

“NDA?” Steve asks, nodding at the papers in Eddie’s lap. He’s upright, fully dressed in the black sweatpants Jeff brought by and a cut off Metallica tee shirt, bandages around his stomach and neck. 

Eddie mutters as he reads under his breath, eyes flitting across the page. 

“How the fuck do they expect any of us common folk to understand a fucking word of this? Hereby? Wherein? Hitherto? What fucking year did I wake up in, man?”

“Yeah, I think the whole point is that you don’t read what you’re signing but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Steve huffs a small laugh through his nose as he steps carefully around Eddie’s crutches. “You may as well just sign it because if you don’t, they’ll forge it anyway. Now finish signing your life rights away so you can have this milkshake with me.” 

Eddie perks up, looking away from the mess of papers and smiling up at Steve with a smile so genuine, it punches the air out of his lungs. He keeps looking at him like this, like Steve’s a breath of fresh air, like he's someone Eddie wants to have around. 

Steve isn’t sure what to do with that look yet, but he’s sure glad it’s there. 

“Celebration milkshakes? Is this a freedom gift?” Eddie signs the NDA quickly and sets the pen down on the bed next to him. 

“It sure is. Figured this could make up for all those lame popsicles from the cafeteria.” 

The mattress creaks as Steve sits down on the edge, just to the side of the railing, and hands Eddie the strawberry treat. Their fingers graze, Steve’s chilled and Eddie’s warm. His hand is still a little shaky, trembling as he takes hold of the cup, but they’re warm and warm means alive. 

Eddie’s hand can tremble for the rest of his goddamn life so long as it’s always warm. 

They each take a sip, smooth ice cream slurping up their straws, and after a moment, Eddie sighs.

“Is it weird that I’m actually sort of worried about leaving?” 

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, looking down at Eddie’s rings glinting beneath the offensive fluorescent lights above them.

“What are you worried about?”

“Uh, well, I did almost die. And the town still wishes I did. It’s a lot easier to make those dreams a reality outside of these walls, y’know? And I’m uh…” Steve watches as Eddie takes a breath and Steve suddenly misses the early days when Eddie was connected to the heart rate monitor. 

“You’re…?” Steve presses, sipping his milkshake again to appear casual. 

“I see you all the time here. Guess I just don’t want that to change.” 

Steve’s heart skips a beat, clattering in his chest and pounding at his ribs, desperately trying to crack him right open and run to the man who’s claimed it. Eddie watches him with cautious eyes, opens his mouth to say something else but Steve cuts him off before he can take it back. 

“Why do you think that’d change? Forest Hills is a lot closer than this shithole, and you won’t be kept under lock and key. And as for the first thing, well, Wayne and Nancy have a lot in common and I have a bat loaded up with nails in the trunk of my car.” Steve rests his free hand on Eddie’s knee. “No one's gonna fuck with you. Don’t worry about that.” 

“You sound a little cocky there, Stevie.” Eddie lifts one eyebrow, glancing from Steve’s hand up to his eyes. “Ready to fight for my honor or something?”

“Yep.” 

He hadn’t brought the milkshakes intending to use them as props, but he’s glad he has something to do to fill the space as Eddie watches him with questioning eyes. As he slurps through the straw, grating noise still preferable over the awkward silence, Eddie’s pinched expression turns softer, realization dawning between the stark white walls of the hospital and the pink ice cream in both of their hands. 

“You’re serious.” Eddie says. 

“Took you that long to figure that out?” Steve teases. 

“I’ve been a little busy with learning how to breathe and walk again. Y’know, just little things.” Eddie rolls his eyes with that same fond smile, free hand lacing its fingers through Steve’s. “So what you’re saying is that I’ll see you just as much outside of this prison as I have inside of it?” 

Steve shrugs. “Probably even more, honestly. There are no visiting hours at Wayne’s, and it’s not like I have a job to rush off to these days. You’re stuck with me, Ed. At least for as long as you want me around.” 

Eddie snorts, unceremoniously scoffing in Steve’s face as if in disbelief.

“Don’t make promises like that. What happens when I never want you to leave?” 

The air shifts, growing heavier as they find themselves leaning closer, two satellites orbiting one another by nothing but gravitational pull. 

Steve’s not sure who actually closes the gap, but he finds himself with his lips pressed against Eddie’s— sweet, chilled, a little chapped but smiling against his. Months of waiting, of hoping that he’d get this opportunity, come to a deafening crescendo and it takes all of his discipline to not push. Instead, they pull apart and Steve smiles, tucking loose hair behind Eddie’s ear. 

“That’s easy. I’d just never leave.”

fun fact: kei, I wrote your birthday down in my calendar as the 28th for some reason, a solid ten days late, so know that this was planned from the get-go but was just a tad bit late.

[notthecutesttrash]

Nostalgia

Content: Sukuna found himself intrigued by your spunk, and when he notices that Yuji is struggling to overpower him one day, he finally has a little fun.

Trigger Warnings: 18+ DARK, NONCON, readers a bit obnoxious at first, time skip for obvious reasons, Smut, suffocation, no like actually, blood, loss of virginity, fingering, hair pulling, spanking

Word count: 4.3k

The school is blatantly empty today, which was rather boring. You had decided from the moment you woke up, that this would be the day you saw Sukuna’s supposed vessel. How disappointing to notice everything so empty, like an abandoned building. No Gojo, no other first years, whatever. It was all lame. 

Huffing to yourself you open the door to another spacious classroom with zero people intact. You thought to even check the nurse’s office, only to see Ieiri doing who knows what with the bodies there. She turns up at you as blood adorns her lab coat,  “Oh, hey, what’re you doing here?” You blink and close the door. She shrugs and diverts her attention back to work. 

Where else could they be? Principals room? Sealed room? Ah possibly there. 

You make way for the chambers, passing the empty hallways. The year above you's class is more than interesting. There's a panda, a dude who speaks in rice ball ingredients, and a zen’in lady. The lady was also able to keep up with your rude remarks which was amusing.

As you walk you hear small far away grunts. Humming, you curiously begin to switch directions, and near the sounds of groaning and “Hyah’s!”

From far away, you’re able to see a faint, puffy pink-haired man slapping a training dummy with a weird fuzzy blade. He’s so caught up in training that he doesn’t notice you, so you watch, judging his stance and how he struggles while dragging his breaths.

He’s doing it all wrong.

Though you’re amused at the pure confidence brimming in his expression; he was almost cute it's laughable. Eventually, that makes its way from your mouth, and he shifts to you, completely oblivious that you were even there that whole time. He’s a bit taken aback, and you near closer to see him.

“Um.. who are you?” He asks, dumbfounded. 

You press your hands to your waist ignoring the question and direct one back at him “Are you a first-year?” 

“Yeah. Are you one of those second years? Did you guys already come back from your mission?” 

You shake your head, and point to him exclaiming loudly, “No, I’m with you! Yuji Itadori!” 

He blanks, “Uh.. okay..” you squeal, throwing your hands in the air. 

“I knew it! Sukuna picked you? Look at that, you’re so innocent looking, you’re not even holding that blade right.” You giggle to yourself obnoxiously and he tilts his head, a small flicker of annoyance inside him. 

“Actually, he didn’t pick me, I just swallowed one of his fingers and-“ you cut him off with a sound of disgust. 

“You did that willingly? Ugh, how interesting, what did it taste like? Was it crunchy? Gooey? Was it old?” 

He ponders for a moment before answering, “Old, definitely old, and wrinkly.. and his fingernails are sharp.” 

“Ew.” You cringe at the thought, and he tilts his head to ask, “So, what are you here for?” 

Shrugging, you think. “I just wanted to see,” you answer vaguely. Being Sukuna’s vessel is more than interesting, considering it’s been what, hundreds of years? 

He opens his mouth to speak and you look at his cursed tool, probably one that was given to him by Gojo. Something in you wants to admit the morbid curiosity of seeing Sukuna, but in reality, you know that would be terrible.

“So, how does that work? Do you just have him inside of you? Does he talk? Do you hear him? See him like a ghost and he talks to you, is he standing here right now?” You ramble all your ideas at him and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. You were definitely weirding him out.

“No nothing like that, though I do hear him every now and then. It’s sort of annoying.” He points to the back of his hand, “or he’ll show here.” You tilt your head, weird. 

You move close to him, enough to invade his personal space. You lift your hand and he’s confused, then you dive it down on his head, patting the fluff. 

Beaming, you pet him mockingly while cooing, “I heard you’re going on your first real mission tomorrow, how exciting.” 

Yuji lightly slaps your hand away, grumbling, “Can you not do that?” he steps back so you would no longer be at arm’s length.

You smile. Truthfully, you were planning on being more annoying. Why? Well, you're not sure. You quite liked him instead, he was cute, and you know you're going to enjoy teasing him often. He's still fussing over his hair as you think until you twirl away with a laugh.

“Hey, tell Sukuna I said hi when he saves your ass from death.” You stick your tongue out at him and Yuji furrows his brows immediately. That annoyed him.

Safe to say, Sukuna was definitely amused by you since then.

Yuji is your boyfriend, and he's someone you love to death even if you can still tease the heck out of him. But you've calmed since then. And through the years nothing ever came of Sukuna. Many times you had even forgotten he existed.

Occasionally you two would get food together, and sometimes you had a morbid curiosity when remembering after all this time. 

“Does Sukuna still talk to you?” You’d ask and he’d turn his head to the side with a grave expression. He knows, but he never admits.

“No, not really," he'd mumble to himself. You’d nod in response, giving him a knowing gaze. Was it really that bad? 

Yes. 

From the day he first met you to now, all that was always on the curses mind was how he just wanted to kill everyone and have fun with the punk’s lively girlfriend. Luckily, that day never came, and it never will. 

That was until.. he got sick of course. 

You’re patting the washcloth against Yuji’s head, a worry setting a deep frown on your face. His breathing is heavy, and he's panting with a newfound flame that burns in his forehead. He’s hotter than you’ve ever felt, it was almost inhuman. No reverse curse technique seemed to have been helping, no doctor, no medicine, no bath, no rest, just nothing was working. 

You’re rushing to look through Yuji's cabinets. There has to be something here that you haven’t seen before. No simple pain medications would help, nothing generic. You pick up a bottle, maybe this one? It was a herbal medicine, and you knew it was a fat chance, but you’re desperate. So you rush back to Itadori and pour him a small cup of water near the pills. 

“Hey, Yuuji.. baby,” you lightly caress his cheek, but to no avail. His skin is steaming, and his eyes are clasped shut.

You frown and take the pills in your hands, pouting at what you have to do. You open his mouth and drop the pills in lightly, holding his head up at a good position, then making sure a very small amount of water is poured in so he won’t choke. This reminded you of something, but you weren’t sure of what. 

Setting the cup back down you stare at it, then him, then gasp as a bad thought strikes you. Sukuna. The only person who can heal him. 

You can’t do that. Sukuna only works for his own gain. He probably wouldn’t even care if he died with Yuji. But still, you won't just let that happen.

Albeit.. are you really going to allow possibly hundreds, if not thousands to die by his hands just because you selfishly want one man to live? Emotional connection or not, that wasn’t smart. Or is it?

Yuji is probably the only person who could hold Sukuna off- or not probably, he is the only person who can hold him off. Maybe besides Gojo, but that didn’t count when it came to a literal internal affair. 

Either way, the fingers are all stowed somewhere. Surely you could find one. but still, you’d rather not have the god of curses of all beings roam around. You knew Yuji wouldn’t want that either, in fact, he’d probably be disappointed.

You sigh and pat Yuji’s head, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Hope you get better… I’m gonna go now, okay?” You stand and stare at him, knowing he probably couldn’t hear you, or respond. You were sure he was deep in there somewhere, maybe even kicking Sukuna’s ass.

Sighing, you arrive at your home and slam your back into the bed, draping a hand over your forehead. You’re exhausted. Lately, you’ve just been spending days and nights at his house.

Sometimes you aren’t able to sleep depending on the day, this time might be one of those, but you aren't sure.

Battling with the idea of Yuji’s worsening sickness and Sukuna’s possible revival made you almost get a migraine.

You glance at the time. It’s already been a full hour, and your corneas are burning from the lack of sleep. Alright.. suppose it was time. You sigh and make yourself comfy, curling in a small ball before closing your lids. 

When you awake, there’s a blur in your eyes as you tiredly open them. It’s dark and when you glance at the window you’re thinking it’s maybe 2 AM. 3? Rolling over to your side, you pull your leg up and get comfy again, groaning at how hot your pillow now is. Lifting your head to turn it, you slam back down comfortably, a flicker of pink in your sight. Yawning, you rub your eyes and blink at whatever that could be, but decide eh, whatever, it’s your room, nothing out of the ordinary. What you needed was sleep for tomorrow. 

Shuffling, you clutch your pillow and squeeze it against you, loving the feel of the brisk cold that rubs against your cheek and satiates the heat of your neck. Closing your eyes with a small moan, a faint chuckle sounds near you. Blinking your eyes open, a jolt of fear slithers down your spine, and you raise your upper half and rotate to survey the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. You’re tired, just hearing things.

Huffing, you press yourself against the pillow again and clench your eyes shut. Just go to sleep damn it.

This time you heard an audible step. Your heart sped into your chest and you forced yourself to rotate the other way. You’re just hearing things, lack of sleep will do that to you, it’s been a long day too, so surely it’s that.

Step. It must be a curse, but you didn’t feel anything, so it had to just be you. If you go to sleep now, then it’ll all be gone. Just keep closing your eyes and when you open them again it’ll be morning.

Step. You squeaked at the sound and the creak in the floorboards. That’s when you heard another chuckle.

“How long are you going to feign sleep?” A raspy deep voice erupts a squeal from you. 

Turning shakily, you struggle to adjust to the lighting as you see a familiar figure ahead. “Yuji?” Your small voice whispers out. He grins wide. No, something was not right here. Yuji didn’t have markings or whatever this was on him, and he never kept his bangs back.

When you glanced down to study his body you froze. There was a hole in his chest, not an incision, not a Halloween effect, a full-on hole that you could look inside of. Blood was dripping from the wound, but it seemed as if it was drying judging by the goop. 

A realization hits you, and you gasp, your body shaking under the weight of Yuji- no Sukuna's gaze. His smile is large, and his dark orbs glow red in the darkness. “Y-You’re…” you hold your breath.

“H-How..?” You’re still whispering, tremoring as nears your features. He suddenly laughs loudly, cackling horribly with that new voice of his. It echoes into your ears and makes your heart drop. This was it, you were going to die. 

“You see, I was planning on having fun with that other lively girl. But, because of the brat’s affection for you, I have decided to pick you first.” He has a rumble in his hoarse throat when he verbalizes, and a horrifying smile still paints his face. You’re stuck, shaking in your spot.

“A-Are you..” you struggle to think of the words, your voice cracking as he gleams at you. “Going to.. kill me..?” Sukuna’s grin widens, and finally, you can see the way his double pair of eyes glimmer even in the lack of light. 

“After you’ve quenched my insatiable thirst, then yes.”

He takes a moment, pausing to press his hand against his chin as he thinks. “Or perhaps I’ll bond you to a life of servitude, whatever amuses me more at the moment.”

You know he’s more than serious. You had to do anything, talk, and keep on conversing until he got bored. Reason with all your might. 

You attempt to continue as you swallow hard. “B-But… Yuji will switch back.” He had to switch back, right? Won’t he? Or does the hole in his heart not prove to you enough that he won’t be able to? 

“Unless the punk wants to die, then he’ll have to be my guest. But he seems to be struggling at the moment, so, I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”

He gets close, his finger twirling around your hair. 

You bawl your fist into the sheets. You have to escape. You have to. Your legs quietly press beneath you, as if readying for a sprint.

“If you so as flinch I’ll make quick work of your death.” 

Suddenly you’re rigid as can be, terrified that the quaking in your heart and the stammering in your hands would get you killed. All you’re doing is heaving, barely able to meet his gaze. 

“Now bow.” He commands and you quickly rush to cradle your head between your hands that lay flat against the bed. He enjoys the scene, delighting in the fear. 

A second passes, and you’re flipped on your back with a strength you’ve never felt before. It was enough to bruise you just from the sheer weight. He lifts his clawed finger and suddenly your clothes are ripped, and before you can think to cover yourself with a blanket or anything he’s over you, staring into your desperate eyes. 

He was truly a pure evil that no one could think to reach. 

Tears are forming. You’re terrified. “Please don’t,” you mutter weakly.

He cackles loud enough for you to flinch. He won’t kill you yet.

The glimmer of his teeth when he grins wide makes you gasp. He’s snickering to the point it becomes manic laughter, and it makes you sick to your stomach. It sounded nothing like Yuji. His laughs are always a lot lighter and sweet. 

Sukuna sighs longingly to himself, trailing his fingers down your body as you cry.  “It’s been a thousand years, and I will never stop delighting in these sweet whimpers.” His palm meets your cunt. He presses against your clit hard and you squeal out from the pain. He doesn’t care for your enjoyment. All he wants to do is force himself down your tight hole and release every bit of cum he's had stored up for years. 

“To believe the fool hadn’t claimed you, what a shame.. for him. A treasure to me.” He’s chuckling as he kneads your clit more. It’s impatient and mean, but it gets you wet enough. His middle finger promptly shoves inside you, and you whine at the pain, curling your toes into the bed. Blood drips from the wound, lubricating his finger to pulse into you more. Sukuna grins at the liquid, and he’s purposely speeding up his pace. 

Tears swell in your eyes. You always wanted to save yourself for Yuji. Save yourself for the perfect moment.. and Sukuna just took everything away from you. 

“A thousand years and I get a virgin, ah I just delight in it, this is going to be fun.” His eyes are glimmering wide, brimming with joy as he adds another finger. You hiss at the sudden discomfort. His other hand moves to your neck, but it pauses, just hovering above it. You gulp tightly, scared for what was to come. 

“On second thought,” he pulls away and uses his free hand instead to circle your clit harshly. You’re tensed up, quivering with the pain of him spearing you mercilessly while gasping at the pleasure of your clit.

"I wouldn’t typically allow you the pleasure to breathe, but since you’ve never felt this, your cries will satisfy me more," Sukuna grins. If it wasn’t for the need to stretch you out, he wouldn’t be doing this at all. But he enjoys the way your cunt attempts to swallow his fingers whole as if attempting to expel him. He forces another in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. You’re hands are clutched around your sides desperately as you moan and cry.

His fingers are fucking you furiously, eventually attaining a pleasant amount of wetness from your cunt. The obscene sounds feel as if they’re blaring in the room. You’re still tense as could be, but once he finally takes them out, you slump in response, heaving in relief. 

Sukuna chuckles evilly at the slick surrounding his fingers. As if it wasn’t a moment ago that he had just broken you and stretched you wide. 

“Ah, virgins. So easily excitable.” He breathes in delight to himself. You’re quivering, attempting to remain stiff, but every time his hand grazes your skin you flinch. You forcefully drape your arm over your sight while streams roll down your cheeks. Whenever you would glimpse at him all you wanted to do was cry and run. 

There’s no remorse in him, no guilt, nothing but happiness as he lives his fantasy. 

You feel his tip suddenly poke at your entrance, and you don’t even feel how clenched up you are. Your teeth are dragging against one another in anticipation, and he attempts to push in. You can’t help but peek fearfully, and you tighten at the sight. Sukuna gazes at you, annoyed. You shiver. Did you move? Did you do something wrong?

Quickly you’re spun around, your chest landing on the bed and your face bouncing off the pillow. Your view is met with the headboard. You can’t see anymore, and you panic. Your head moves up and you attempt to turn your body to fixate on him. He forces you back down instantly with a grip on your scalp. It tightens and you're shoved into your pillow hard.

When you attempt to move, the strength increases. His sharp fingernails are grazing your skin, almost drawing blood. You can’t breathe. You try to take an inhale and you’re stopped by the force of the pillow stuffing and blocking your airway. 

Without warning your pussy is spread wide by his cock and you scream incoherently. He instantaneously groans loudly at the warmth that meets him. His gaze turns to the ceiling, and his eyes are practically rolled to the back of his head as he relishes the feeling. He’s been waiting centuries for this exact moment. This scene has been revolving in his mind since day one. The idea of forcing a helpless virgin on their knees and taking them completely.

“Ah, I thought I’d never feel this again.” He exhales a deep breath of satisfaction, “It’s wonderful."

Your tight cunt swarms around his cock, sucking him in helplessly, and he groans, a newfound lust within. You're struggling to swallow his size, quivering as you feel your pussy forcefully stretch. You cry into the pillow, convulsing beneath him. He’s usually a patient man, but not this time. 

He moves, gripping your head tight and pulling you down while he begins to pound you murderously. The brutality of his thrusts while you gasp for air has you thrashing around, adamant to get him off of you. He has no care. He'd make sure he would let out all of his frustrations from being in your punk-ass boyfriend’s body for so long. 

“Do I need to remind you of what I’ve said? That would be rather impolite don’t you think?” Sukuna breathes heavily, annoyed by your muffled screams. He rams his cock to the very end of you and back. He's huge, and it burns endlessly when he thrusts. You’re shouting against the fabric, desperately attempting to shake off the force and lift yourself for just one inhale. He was going to kill you and defile your body. This is how you’re going to die, in the worst possible way. 

He’s using you like a mere plaything. Eventually, the pressure rushing to your head starts to make your vision go dark. You limp against him as he fucks you senseless. Sukuna starts cackling, and he pulls your weak head up, watching you come to life with a heavy inhale. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips as you greedily heave. He's still bucking his hips sharply into you, slapping your ass hard.

Sukuna would've sneered, but there was a large amount of impatience beginning to surge. “Now, if I need to remind you again, then the next you won’t be breathing. Not that it matters to me. But you wouldn’t like that, would you?" His tone is dark, and you shake your head a complacent no. Anything to not go through that again. 

“Good."

He slaps your ass with a rush of strength, making you jitter against him. He pulses into you, enjoying the way your pussy is now melting into a wet slop. 

“It appears you enjoy this just as much as I.” You’re sputtering with your breaths, unable to even hear him chuckling as he slams into you. Your hair is suddenly pulled back. Sukuna is grabbing a fistful and the ache in your neck has you groaning uncomfortably. 

You’re moaning nonsensically and his pace is merciless.  “How cute, maybe I will keep you alive.” 

His tug is impossible to push back at, and you yelp when he pulls you even further. He’s still slapping your ass repeatedly and you’re squeezing tight around him at every hit. His force is painful, and he finds it amusing. He only thrusts himself to the brink of his own orgasm while yanking you like a rag doll and stretching you wide. 

You’re whining desperately as he speeds up, and a jolt of electricity rises. It pulses into a quivering release while you slur incoherently, subconsciously circling your hips into him.

Sukuna breathes hard against you, merciless excitement running through his veins as he pulls you back hard and fucks your exhausted core, all while you still ride out your climax. He finally hits deep inside of you, reaching the furthest his cock can and even more. There's a sudden warmth in your walls as a heavy thick stream of cum pours inside of you.

“How I miss this.” Sukuna exhales loudly, nearly moaning at the sweet release. His clutch on your skin is still tight, causing you to jolt beneath him. 

And It was only a few moments that had passed before he left your sore cunt, only to push himself back in and slam into you. You’re a slop, whining desperate slurs into your pillow as he fucks you senseless.

You don't know how much time passed, but it never stopped. You found yourself eventually heaving and imagining a place where this wasn’t happening. Where Yuji was alive and he was the one taking you instead. 

Sukuna had whirled you around, pushing himself deep into you, his tongue dragging against your neck. Your legs are barely gripping his as he pounds you beneath him. His grasp was tight on the sheets beside you, and you were just relieved it wasn’t on your skin anymore.

Suddenly a rush builds and you’re whining loudly, your thighs feeling a new strength as you clasp around him. Your hands don’t dare to grab him, but as you lose yourself in your orgasm you can’t help the way you claw at his back. Sukuna pulses into you and lets out another stream of cum. The eventual number you didn’t know. Tears were rolling down your face, you're tired, you just want it to stop.

“No more.. please,” you whisper desperately. 

Sukuna snickers into your neck, breathing not nearly as hard as you were. He pulls himself from your throbbing hole and you still manage to whine at the loss. Relief follows swiftly, and the cum that clogs itself inside of you drips slowly.

“Did you think a mere few climaxes would be enough for me? You truly don’t understand.” His tone gets low as he grins. “I am going to keep playing with you until I get bored.” You pant exhaustedly, barely able to register his words. You just want to go to sleep.

As quick as that relief had come, it diminished the moment he buried himself in your cunt again. You whimper and let out a choked breath, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. His deep breath brushes your skin, his groan rumbling something deep within you. 

“And yet you have joined them all so wonderfully. It’s been so long since I had a woman keep up with me,” he beams wide with that evil sparkling in his red eyes.

“I’ve decided I’ll let you live. I’ll keep you by my side whenever I feel the need to use you.” At his words, sobs begin to overtake you. He grips your arms tight, pushing into you repeatedly and cackling maniacally.

You would never be free from that grating sound ever again. 

[bloodibambiidoll]

congrats on 1.6k my angel face ilysm hehe 😘😘

🐇 - “Why don’t you make me?” reader says to steve after being a brat all day…. desperately need stevie to come bully our pussy 🤭

Heheh tysm bb I love uuu🥺🖤 so uhhh.. I know you said mean Steve but soft Steve kind of ended up taking the wheel on this one I hope that’s okay, also it ended up being 2.1k😅

This is for my 1.6k celebration✨

Warnings: A lil bit of jealous Steve, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, besties to lovers, fluff fluff fluff. 18+MNDI!!

“That was so fucking lame.” You sigh as you flop down on Steve’s couch, throwing your head back against the cushions. You feel defeated after yet another unfulfilling hook up. At least for you. Whatever his name was seemed to be having a great time.

“I don’t know why you keep going out with these guys, these losers are never going to make you cum.” Steve scoffs, he’s honestly so over you coming over here after your shitty dates. He’s pretty sure this is how Robin probably felt when he was in the height of his serial dating career. Except she isn’t in love with him. Having to listen to you describe what these guys do, or in most cases, don’t do to you when he wants to be the only one that gets to touch you like that drives him insane.

“Why don’t you make me cum then, Steve?” Steve is almost positive he’s dreaming. There’s no way you just said that. As if you read his mind.

“What did you just say?” His head whips toward you, his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape.

“I think you heard me, Steve…” You cross your legs and Steve swears he sees them squeeze together just a little extra and you’re giving him this look you’ve never given him before. “Why don’t you… make me cum?”

“I -“ He rises from his spot on the other side of the couch to stand in front of you, he rests his hands on the back cushion on either side of your head and leans down so his face is mere inches away from yours. You can smell his minty gum and the way he’s looking at you makes your thighs clench together even tighter. “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do…”

“If I’m not mistaken, I just asked you to make me cum. But if you don’t want to or if it’s weird like seriously it’s okay! Like maybe I shouldn’t have even -“ You’re cut off when one of Steve’s hands grabs onto your face as he leans down to smash your lips together. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before putting your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He slips his tongue in your mouth and tangles it together with yours, not even caring that his body is bent at an awkward angle standing over you because god, he’s finally kissing you. When you try to pull him even closer he pulls away and before you can even protest he’s sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Are you sure about this? Because once I get a taste of you I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.” Steve grabs onto your face again, his large fingertips splayed across the back of your neck while the pad of his thumb comes to run across your bottom lip, smearing the mixture of your spit like lipgloss.

“I’m sure Stevie, please.” Your lips form into a pout as you look up at him through your lashes and god Steve is going to fucking ruin you.

“Alright baby, I’ve got you.” He kisses you again, wasting no time slipping his tongue past your lips. One of his hands it’s still gripping onto your face while the other travels down to squeeze your tit. He gives the other one some attention before slipping between your thighs. He cups your lace covered pussy under your skirt, adding pressure against your clit with his palm. Steve starts to move his hand in circles as he continues to kiss you like he will die if he doesn’t, his other hand comes down to grip onto your ass through your skirt, encouraging you to grind against him.

“Mmm, that feels good Steve.” You pull away from him to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting both of your lips. The prettiest little moans and gasps are leaving you but it’s not enough, Steve wants more, Steve wants you screaming for him.

“Yeah baby? How about this?” He pushes your panties to the side, gathering your wetness on the tips of his fingers before slipping one into your slit. He curves it upwards as his thumb applies pressure to your clit.

“Oh god. Yeah, yeah that’s so good.” Steve smirks at you while the pace of his finger picks up and then he’s sliding a second one in and his digits are just so thick and he’s hitting your sweet spot with each thrust of them. You’re so wet his thumb is gliding along your clit with ease and he rotates between soft strokes and adding harder pressure against it. “Fuck, Steve, fuck I think I’m gonna - I think I’m gonna cum.

“Mhm, I can feel your fingers clenching around me baby, give it to me.” He lowers his face into the crook of your neck so he can place open mouthed kisses against it and glides his tongue along the expanse of your throat before sinking his teeth into your skin.

“Ohmyfuckinggod! I’m cumming, yeah I’m fucking - I’m cumming.” Your eyes roll back and your pussy is practically sucking Steve’s fingers in as your walls convulse around them.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl, so good for me.” He fucks you through it, not stopping until he feels you go limp on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck Stevie, thank you, wow.” You let out a breathy chuckle and go to move off of him but he grips onto your hips, holding you in place.

“You didn’t think I was just going to make you cum once, did you?” He chuckles, gently pulling your head back to make you look at him.

“I mean - you really don’t have to -“ Steve puts a finger on your lips as he shushes you.

“Stop overthinking and lay down.” You oblige him, laying your back against the plush couch cushions.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He leans down to kiss your neck, down your collar bones, he places kisses at the top of your cleavage before grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt. “Let me see you.”

You sit up so he can pull your shirt over your head and he skillfully snakes his hand behind your back to undo your bra. He wastes no time gripping onto your tits so he can knead them in his large palms. Steve circles his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” You moan as your fingers find purchase in his thick locks, just like you’ve dreamed about a thousand times before. Steve kisses down your stomach before looking up at you while his finger plays with the hem of your skirt, asking without words. “Yes, please take it off.”

He pulls your skirt and your panties down your legs and groans at the sight of your slick folds. He grips onto your thighs, kissing and nipping the soft skin there.

“So wet for me, bet none of those douchebags ever had you this wet. Your pussy’s so pretty, baby.” Baby, he’s never called you that before today and you seriously never want him to stop now. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He leans down and licks a stripe all the way up your slit before circling your clit with his tongue. He sucks it into his mouth as he shakes his head from side to side, moaning at the taste of you.

“Oh my god, Steve! Fuck!” Your fingers find his hair again while you throw your head back.

His tongue slides down between your lips, running the flat of it up and down your dripping slit before shoving it inside you. He curls and swirls his tongue inside you, practically massaging your walls. His lips come up to latch around your clit again, sucking harder than before while he inserts two fingers inside you with ease. He pumps them in and out of you at a quick pace as his lips and tongue practically devour your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again, gonna cum Steve, oh god.” Your thighs clamp around his head as your back raises off the bed, pornographic moans falling from your lips. When he’s sure you’ve come down from your high Steve pulls his body up so it’s covering yours and kisses you passionately. The taste of yourself on his tongue has you desperate for him all over again.

“That was so hot, you’re so sexy. Been wanting to do that for so long.” Steve mumbles against your lips as he rolls his hips against you.

“Yeah? Me too. Shit Steve, can I make you cum too? Will you fuck me?” Your hips grind up into his, causing him to groan.

“You sure? Because if I fuck you I don’t know if I can just forget it happened afterwards…” Steve blinks rapidly, offering you a borderline nervous smile.

“I don’t want to forget, I want you, Steve, I’ve always wanted you.” You grab onto his face and gently caress his cheeks, admiring how beautiful he is this close. His nose is so perfect, you can see each and every freckle, and those green flecks in his eyes are more prominent than they’ve ever been as the lamp shining behind you practically illuminates him like an angel.

“Fuck, I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. I love you, you know?” Steve chuckles and you feel his face warm under your palms as you watch his cheeks dust pink.

“I love you too Stevie, so fucking much.” You giggle and all Steve can think about is how fucking beautiful you look completely bare under him, your skin flushed from the pleasure he had given you minutes ago, your hair all tosseld, lips kiss swollen, looking up at him like he hung the stars.

“Yeah? Well, now that we’ve established that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks down at you before pushing himself up on his knees so he can make quick work of his belt, pulling his shirt over his head afterwards. When his cock springs free you actually gasp at the sight of it.

“Holy shit.” Your jaw drops and you look up at him with wide eyes. “I knew you dick was huge from the outline of it in your slutty little jeans but fuck Steve, where the fuck is that gonna fit?.”

“I think you can take it.” He pumps himself a few times before running his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness so he can rub it along his cock. He bumps it against your clit a few times and it has your squirming underneath him.

“Don’t tease, Stevie.” You whine, pouting up at him, and Steve can’t take it anymore, he slams into you, your wetness having him practically sliding in despite the thickness of his cock. He pushes his hips flush against yours and he is so deep inside you and he’s stretching you out so perfectly. “Oh fucking shit, fuck, please move.”

“It’s okay Angel, I’ve got you.” He laces his fingers through yours as he leans down to kiss you, his hips picking up speed as his cock starts to thrust deep and hard inside you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Faster, please, faster.” He picks up speed, his hips smack against yours so hard the claps echo through the room. He lets go of one of your hands so he can rub circles on your sensitive clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, so good, your pussy is so good, you’re such a good girl for me. Wanna make you cum again.” Steve angles his hips so his cock is brushing against your g-spot just right as he continues to rub your clit in time with the pumps of his cock into your soaking slit.

“Want you to cum too, I want you to fill me up until it’s so deep inside of me it’s leaking out for days.” You push your hips up to meet his thrusts and it only takes a few more rough strokes to have your pussy fluttering around him. “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, that’s so good, I love you, I love you.”

“Oh god, shit, I love you too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Steve groans as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his cum painting your walls. When he comes down he drops his body weight on you, burying his face in your neck.

“Damn. I don’t know why we didn’t do that sooner but I’m really fucking glad we did.” You chuckle, running your fingers along his muscular back and shoulders.

“God, me too. I fucking love you.” He pushes himself up on his hands so he can look at you with that signature goofy smile, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really fucking love you too, Steve Harrington.”

[dira333]

Of Black Cat’s and Golden Retrievers - Mirio x Reader

Friends to lovers, for @whisperofwonder for the Milestone Event Week 1

5,7k words, my hand slipped. I fell in love with Mirio while writing - Join My Taglist

- 6 -

“Can’t you at least try to smile normally?” Your mother asks as you pose for a picture.

Your lips are turned downward. It’s too bright outside and she forced you into a bright pink shirt that hurts your eyes.

“Look, a butterfly,” someone exclaims to your left, running straight into you.

“Can’t you look at where you’re going?” You ask, already annoyed.

The boy seems about your age, blue eyed and blond, his bright yellow shirt stained with dirt.

“Sorry,” he smiles as he rubs his neck. “I should have phased through you, I apologize.”

“Phase through me?” Is he stupid or something? He can’t just use his Quirk like that.

“Oh, are you Togata-san’s son?” Your mother asks at that moment and you already know you’ve lost the fight and the war too.

“Yes, do you know my parents?”

“I do,” your mother smiles like he’s just handed her a present. “We moved into your street just last month, your mother mentioned you. Do you want to be on the picture too? That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

You turn your face away. Nice would be something else.

“Oh, sure, if you want to, but I can just go back and play-”

“No, no, stay.”

They chat for a while as the sun tries it’s best to burn holes into your head. 

Eventually, he gets right next to you and moves to put his arm around you.

“Do that and you’ll lose that arm,” you threaten him, voice low enough that your mother can’t here. He takes it back immediately. 

Good.

- - -

- 7 -

The boy’s name is Mirio. 

Mirio’s always around.

He lives too close for your liking and his parents are too friendly with your parents and now he’s at your house almost every day, asking if you want to come out to play.

You don’t want to, but your mom is not letting up.

“Don’t you like having friends?” She asks and you scuff your shoes on the sidewalk as an answer. Yeah, you want friends. But does it have to be him? Does playing always have to be outside?

Mirio soon brings another friend to these playdates. 

Tamaki is not that bad. A little quiet, maybe, but he respects your personal bubble and never once asks you to come out of the shadow when the sun is at it’s brightest, like Mirio likes to do.

-

“What’s your Quirk?” Tamaki asks one day after he’s managed to push a tiny flower out of his palm. He’s proud of himself for exactly five seconds before the doubt settles in again.

You huff out in annoyance.

“It’s so lame.”

Mirio turns too, always the curious one.

“What is it? Is like your mom’s? Oh, is it like your Dad’s?”

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s my very own! But it’s lame. I don’t…” You hesitate. “I don’t like telling it.”

“Is it weird?” Mirio has no shame. No sense of privacy either. “In my class I have a boy who can make his boogers explode.”

“It’s not weird, it’s just lame,” you defend yourself before giving in under their curious eyes.

“Fine,” you huff, looking both ways before turning back to them, “I’ll show you.” 

You form a globe with your hands, focussing. There’s nothing to see but you feel it, expand the form until it surrounds the three of you.

Inside, there’s just silence. A deafening, all encompassing Silence. Nothing else.

You let it fall into itself again, disappear into thin air, so to say.

“I can create silent… rooms, or something like that. One time I think I turned off the light too, but I don’t know how I did that. It’s really lame, like, what do you even do with that?”

“You could do espionage,” Mirio offers up immediately. “No one would hear you coming.”

“I wouldn’t hear myself, is what you meant to say,” you tell him flatly before pulling into yourself again. “Whatever, I’m going back into the shadows. Call me if my mom turns up.”

- - -

- 9 -

“I don’t wanna celebrate with them!” You tell your mother for the fifth time in twenty minutes. “I told you! It’s my birthday, I should be allowed to decide!”

“And I told you that they’re our friends! They’re your friends! It’s not normal how you keep shutting everyone out!”

“Well, maybe I am not normal!”

“Please,” your father interjects from the kitchen table, rubbing his temples. “Can’t you find a compromise?”

“I don’t want a party at all!”

“Fine!” Your mother snaps. “No party. No presents. I hope you’re happy about it!”

You slam the kitchen door shut instead, stomping up to your room.

You hate her! You hate this! You hate everything!

Only when your headphones settle heavy on your ears and the music turns up loud and angry, you calm down, glaring holes into your opposite wall.

You wanted a guitar for your birthday. Maybe go out for snacks too. Something small and just the three of you. Mom is not as pushy about things when it’s just the three of you.

About half an hour in you can see it from the corner of your eye, Mirio’s bright, stupid grin in front of your bedroom window. He’s climbed the wall again, that idiot.

“Go away!”

His head phases through the glass. “What did you say?”

You don’t even need to turn the music off to know what he’s saying, you can read his lips well enough.

“I said go away.”

“Mom said you’re not getting a party.”

“What?” You turn your music off. “What did you say?”

“Mom said you’re not getting a party. Did you do something bad?”

“I didn’t. Mom’s just stupid.”

“Oh,” he hesitates. “I got your present with me just in case, can I come in?”

You think about it for a moment.

If you say no, you won’t get any present at all. 

But if you say yes and your mom finds out, she’s going to be terrible about it. 

“Give me a minute,” you tell him, before creating a silent room. They’re a little stabler now, that you’ve aged. You still haven’t found much practical use in it.

When you open the window, he stumbles inside without a sound. 

He’s almost fun to hang out with, Mirio, when he’s unable to talk. You can’t hear his jokes or his laughter or any of what makes him so dear to your mother.

His present is small enough to fit into the pocket of his pants. He wrapped it, too, though he’s done a bad job.

The wrapping paper is matte black and you take it off slowly, resolving to keep it. You’ve got not enough black in here anyway.

Dumbfounded you stare down at the guitar picks.  There are three of them.

Mirio points at a matte black one. “Tamaki,” he mouths. The next one is a shiny black one with a little silver insignia. “Me and Tamaki,” Mirio mouths. The last one seems black at first but when you hold it up to the light you can tell it’s the darkest kind of red that looks almost bloody when you hold it into the sun. “Me,” Mirio points at himself.

The gift itself is pretty pointless. After all, you’ve got no guitar to use it on and the one you use in school comes with standard picks you have to use. 

But the sight of it, so clearly tailored to your taste, does something weird to your insides. Your stomach feels tight and fuzzy and you wonder if you’re maybe just getting your period early.

Before you can think properly about it, you reach out and hug him. He smells of sweat and freshly mowed grass, of sunshine and toothpaste and usually you hate all this about him, but today it’s okay.

The hug is over as quickly as it begun and you take a step back to check the door. You have no way of knowing if your parents are already coming up the stairs or not.

“You should go,” you mouth to Mirio.

“What?” He mouths back.

“Go,” you point at the window. “Go.”

He seems to get it now, making his way back out the window with one last smile and a wave. If sunshine could be poured into a person, it would be him.

No wonder you hate him so much.

- - -

- 11 -

“You’re weird,” someone tells you at lunch. You ignore them.

On the outside, you look like everyone. You wear the same uniform and the same dead eyed stare everyone else wears so close to the exams. 

Students are not allowed to wear make-up or fancy hair-does or you’d come here in all the goth glory you could manage to cram into the twenty minute train ride to school, only to wipe it all off on the way back.

Still, there must be something noticeable if people can call you out on it so easily.

“Hey,” Mirio takes the seat on your left. “Are you eating that?”

He points at your Bento. It’s a rainbow of color, courtesy of your mother.

“Depends,” you counter. “What have you got?”

He checks his Bento. “Sorry,” he slides it over. “I asked Mom three times to make the Halloween special again.”

The Halloween special, as you call it, is nothing more than very crudely made food, meant to look a little gory and all over the place. You love it. Togata-san not so much.

“I-I h-have,” Tamaki slides onto the bench on your other side, “r-raw fish, if you want?”

He’s still working on his stutter, the shyness forcing his shoulders up and around his head like a shield. 

You sigh. “It’s not as good as bloody meat, but we can mix.”

-

“Are you okay?” Mirio asks on the way to sport, as usual on your left like a bodyguard while Tamaki either stays on your right or as close to Mirio as possible, like a purple shadow. “You look kinda pale.”

“Stomachache,” you point out. “It feels like someone’s stabbing me with a hot knife.”

Tamaki squeaks on your left. “There’s blood on your skirt.”

“Where?” You turn, but it’s a lost battle trying to gain a look onto your behind.

Mirio’s eyes widen almost comically. “Are you getting your period? My mom told me all about it!”

“Why would your mom tell you all about it but my mom hasn’t told me anything?”

“Mom says it’s good to be prepared!”

“Yeah, well, what do I do now?”

“Nurse,” Mirio decides, taking your hand. You pull back immediately and he lets go with an apologetic smile. He knows you hate to be touched without consent. “Sorry. Tamaki, do you wanna go ahead and let the teacher know we’re coming a little later?”

“On my own?” He looks like he’s about to pass out.

“Do you wanna go to the nurse than with her and explain?”

“On my own?” Tamaki asks, voice turning up higher.

Mirio blinks. For once, he doesn’t know what to do.

“I can go on my own-”

“What are you guys doing here?” A teacher asks, stepping forward. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I’m bleeding out of my ass-” “Uterus,” Mirio corrects you but you blunder on. “And they’re going to take me to the nurse because who knows how long I’ll still be able to walk properly.”

The teacher, male of course - thankfully - pales at your answer, especially when you turn to show him the growing blood stain in your skirt.

“Move along then, make it quick.”

-

“How nice of your friends to help you,” the nurse points out twenty minutes later when the painkillers have started working and she explains under Mirio’s and Tamaki’s curious eyes what a pad is and how it’s supposed to be used.

“It’s good to always have some on hand,” she adds with a smile, offering a box.

She’s not prepared for Mirio taking the box and counting them out, one bundle for you, one for him and one for Tamaki.

“We need to always be prepared,” he points out proudly, stuffing the pads into the pockets of his uniform trousers. “Right, Tamaki?”

“R-right.”

Idiots, you think. But at least they’re your idiots.

- - -

- 13 -

Mirio wants to try out for U.A. soon. 

Tamaki’s going to follow him there, of course.

It’s not as easy for you.

Yes, you finally figured out how to turn off the light in your silent rooms, and how to form another room in the first room where you can hear what’s going on, so you’re carrying the silence around you like a shield, but that’s not going to help you score any points anywhere.

“Do you want to be a hero?” You ask yourself weekly, thinking of the future.

The answer is: not really.

But if you don’t want to become a hero, what else could you become?

And how can you convince everyone else that you need to go to U.A. for it, because there’s no chance in hell you’re going to go to another school, find new idiots and train them until they’re likable!

- - -

- 14 - 

“I hate this,” you cough. Mirio grins as he passes you. Tamaki is close behind. 

You hate running.

“I hate this,” you groan, sweat dripping down your temple. Mirio grins on your left, lifting thrice the weight. Tamaki looks as miserable as you feel. He shouldn’t have tried lifting this much this early either.

You hate weightlifting.

“I love this,” you cheer down in Mirio’s dumbfounded face.

All the hours of watching training videos on martial arts and wrestling finally paid off.

If you can’t beat them with strength, you have to beat them with intelligence.

Oh how you love working smarter, not harder.

-

The entrance exams are coming closer.

You might not yet be sure what you’re going to do with your life, but at least now you feel like you have a fighting chance at the practical exams.

And even if you don’t make it into the Hero Course, you’ll be just fine in the General Department, right? Mirio and Tamaki won’t be too far away.

- - -

- 15 -

You make it out of the Practical Exam with a broken leg and one single point. 

The pain is almost unbearable but it fades when you realize how far behind you are. 

One single point. It pales in comparison to what Mirio racked up.

-

“You can wait outside a minute longer,” you hear a voice from the other side of the white door.

When it opens, death stares right into your eyes.

He’s tall, dark haired and the dark circles around his eyes carry their own designer bags, it seems. You like him instantly.

“My name is Aizawa Shouta, I’m a teacher for the Hero Course,” he introduces himself before taking a large sip out of the cup of coffee in his hand. “Care to explain your Quirk?”

“My Quirk?”

“Yes,” he snarls, clearly impatient. “Do you see anyone else here that I could be asking?”

“Well maybe the invisible girl right behind me,” you snap back, just as annoyed. Your leg is hurting like a bitch, after all. “I could be Quirkless after all.”

“You wrote “Silent Room” in your application,” Aizawa points out. “Now?”

You explain begrudgingly. He looks like he’s falling asleep just listening to you.

“Now?” You ask as soon as you’re finished. “What was that for?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Aizawa turns back to the door. “Keep your weight off that leg.” And he’s gone.

-

Despite the weird encounter, or maybe because of it, you make it into the General Course of U.A. High. It’s a bittersweet win.

Classes are tough, but not the same level tough as Mirio and Tamaki’s, who tell you tales of blood and gore while all you can offer is the horror of endless homework.

-

Mirio gets popular quick.

Maybe it’s his sunny personality or his dumb jokes or maybe someone really is into these bright blue eyes of his, but there’s always a group of people around during lunch, all of them wanting to eat with him or talk to him or share the same air he breathes.

Sooner or later you’re pushed to the side and you hate it. 

Tamaki understands because Tamaki always understands. He’s not in the same class as Mirio, struggling to keep his anxiety somewhat in check, to grow with his Quirk, to not die during ridiculous exercises.

And then there’s Nejire.

Stupid, pretty, always happy Nejire.

You wanna claw out her eyes and feed it to the ravens, you think sometimes, especially when she flutters her eyelashes at Mirio or laughs about one of his jokes.

But you’re just someone from the General Course. 

Just someone who happens to walk home with Mirio and Tamaki every day. 

Just someone. 

-

Aizawa-san picks you up after class one day wearing a sleeping bag like a fashion statement. It’s bright yellow and the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Soon enough you’re sitting in a detective's office wondering if you’re being accused of any crimes.

You knew U.A. is tougher about these things but you’re pretty sure you can’t be incarcerated for stealing a few steamed buns at lunch. No one was going to eat them anway.

“Hi,” the Detective looks like a younger, short-haired version of your teacher. He offers you his hand. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Do you know why you’re here?”

“Should I?”

He smiles. “What do you know about the work of a Detective?”

-

When you get to leave an hour later, a bundle of infomaterials in your arms, Aizawa guides you to a nearby coffee shop.

“Do you want anything?”

“No.”

“Good, wait here.”

He’s back in a heartbeat, a gigantic cup of coffee in his hands. 

“I’m not doing this because I like you,” Aizawa starts, eyes focused on the steam curling up from his cup. “Or something like that. Get that out of your head if you thought that was the case. But every few years or so we find someone with an interesting Quirk in the General Course and we offer them a chance. If you make yourself known at the Sports Festival, you can switch over to the Hero Course if you want.”

“And if I don’t want that?” The papers in your arms are heavy. Aizawa looks at them instead of your face.

“Well, I offered you a different route, didn’t I?”

“So I can either become a Hero or a Detective? That’s what you’re telling me?”

“Did you have any other plans?”

You huff. No, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

“Can’t I be both?”

He looks surprised. Good. He should know better than to underestimate you. You hate being underestimated.

“My class is pretty easy to handle at the moment. I can offer you training every Friday after classes end. You’ll have to handle the rest yourself.”

“Can I train with other students from the Hero Course?” You know Mirio and Tamaki get the Training Rooms to themselves twice a week and there’s a Gym at school too. God, you hate going to the Gym.

“If you find someone who lets you train with them, sure.”

-

“I’m training with Nejire on Tuesdays,” Tamaki explains softly when you ask him. “And Mirio on Thursdays. I’m sure we can take you in on those days as well, no problem.”

“Why are you training with Nejire?” You ask, annoyed to hear her name again. “Why not me?”

Tamaki blushes. Ah. So that’s how it is.

“Fine,” you pat his arm. “I’m gonna ask Mirio.”

“You asked me first?” Tamaki sounds surprised and you pull back, annoyed. 

“Yeah? So what. I can ask whoever I want.”

“Sure, I just figured. Nevermind… I’m sure Mirio has time for you.”

-

“It’s not like I need you to train with me,” you tell Mirio half an hour later on the way home, Tamaki thankfully silent next to you. “I was just wondering if you wanted to train with me since you’re always complaining about how you get no one to train with you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Mirio smiles. “That would be cool. Can you train on Fri-”

“Not on Fridays.”

“Oh,” Mirio blinks. “No problem. I have an open spot tomorrow and we can figure out a schedule if you like.”

“Well, if you want to have a schedule, we can.” Tamaki’s not buying it, you can tell, but Mirio’s smiles are as bright as usual.

-

“Oh my God!” You shriek, hands in front of your eyes. “Put your pants back on.”

He still tackles you to the ground, not stopping, while you keep your eyes firmly closed.

“I can’t help it,” Mirio tells you and his voice sounds a little pouty, but you know better than to open your eyes too early. “You shouldn’t let your guard down like that. You’ve seen me naked before.”

Your cheeks aflame you open your eyes again to glare him down.

“Accidentally! It’s not like I was peeping.”

Mirio’s smiling, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Still. It’s not like I changed much. I need to use my Quirk while training, so I can’t help getting naked during it. You need to be comfortable with it until they’re able to make a suit that can phase with me.”

Swallowing thickly you get back in position.

Despite his confident statement you know he’s wrong. He has changed. He has changed a lot.

- - -

- 18 -

Your life is starting to feel like a murder case.

Tamaki likes Nejire. Nejire might have a crush on Mirio - although you haven’t confirmed that yet. No one knows if Mirio even knows how to like someone. 

And you- Better not go there.

-

“Work study today,” Mirio apologizes after school, taking a different train. You watch him go, the stupid, stupid way he walks.

Usually you’d take the train with him, walk down the few blocks to meet up with Tsukauchi like you usually do on Tuesdays. 

Not today though. Today is one of your rare days off.

Tamaki follows you into the train, slumps into the chair next to you.

“Tired?”

“This Kirishima kid is too excitable,” he complains. “Do you have a present for Mirio already?”

You have but you don’t want to talk about it. It’s stupid. You won’t give it to him.

“I’m gonna buy him a new joke-book,” you tell Tamaki instead and he’s got the decency to pretend he doesn’t know you’re not entirely honest.

-

It’s a little past Dinner when you sneak out of your bedroom window, down the wall and through the backyard of your neighbours, over the fence and into yet another backyard.

The lights are on, the window tilted. You open it with the skill of a future spy - if you might call yourself that - and slip inside, your dark clothes a great camouflage.

You’re at the Desk when the door opens, your homework open in front of you.

You pretend not to notice when the door opens, though you see very well how Mirio’s face lights up at the sight of you. He’s fresh out of the shower, towel around his neck.

“Trouble with English?” He asks, strutting through his room like a peacock. It looks ridiculous, and, if you dare to say it, adorable.

“No,” you huff through your nose. “I just focus better in here. The lighting is better.”

He preens, sliding his chair a little closer.

You wonder, sometimes, if you remind him of his cat, little Pusheen who pretends she’s only in his bedroom because it gets the most sun when everyone knows she’s just obsessed with the belly rubs he gives.

As if summoned by your thoughts Pusheen mewls at the door, begging to be let in.

Jealousy crawls up your throat like thorny vines. 

Mine, you want to tell the cat. After all, she has him to herself plenty of time. You always have to share him with others.

-

In a few months, you’ll all be graduating.

All three of you have jobs lined up. 

Tamaki’s going to join Fatgum’s Agency, Mirio’s going to work with Sir Nighteye and you, well, you’re going to separate your time between the Agency Aizawa works for and the Police Force.

You know Tamaki wants to move into his own place, despite being too anxious to even plan it properly and you know Mirio would say yes to that idea in a heartbeat if he knew about it.

All you have to do is tell him about it, ask if you can move in with them too.

But that would be clingy. And weird. And you don’t have a reason for it, or rather, not a reason you’re willing to say out loud.

You hate that you’re at his place even when you tell yourself you’re perfectly fine going a day without seeing him. 

You hate that you bought him funny underwear for his last birthday and didn’t gift it to him because you got afraid of your own bravery last minute.

You hate that he went all the way to the other end of town to buy you a necklace you’ve been thinking about getting yourself for your own birthday and you hate that he knew how much it meant to you and you hate that he gave it to you with a smile and you hate… you just hate that you don’t know if he likes you like that.

-

“Are you going over to Mirio later?” Your mother asks at the breakfast table and your shoulders pull up to your ears in anger.

“Why would I?”

She blinks back in surprise.

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re friends. You spend a lot of time together.”

“We do not.”

“What?” She laughs in surprise. “Yes you do. You walk home after school each day.”

“Because we live so close. I’d not spend so much time with him if I didn’t have to.”

Your mother gasps in shock. “Is that how you talk about your best friend?”

“Stop trying to make him my best friend.”

You stomp up the stairs up to your bedroom, anger flooding your veins.

This is stupid. So stupid. So very very stupid.

The window opens up without a problem, the way down and over the fence is ingrained in your brain.

Mirio left his window open and you slip inside, glare at Pusheen who’s curled up on his pillow, and slip under the covers.

His bedsheets smell like him and you hate that you know that.

“Oh,” his voice is warm, his hand as well, rubbing circles onto your back. You must have fallen asleep for a second there.

“Don’t read anything into this,” you tell him, face still mushed into his mattress. “My mom pissed me off and I needed a place to hide.”

“Anytime. Bed’s open for you anytime.”

“That sounded cocky.” You pull your head up to glare at him. He’s grinning back at you.

-

And then everything is different…

-

You paint Mirio’s fingernails black as he sleeps, because you know he will laugh about it when he wakes up.

When, you tell yourself again and again and again. When he wakes up. Because he’s going to wake up, you’re sure of it. He has to.

There’s a little girl that calls him her hero and the man that Mirio called his hero is no more.

Your brain can’t fully comprehend how so much can happen in so little time.

How so much can be lost so easily.

“Oh, you’re here?” Togata-san squeezes your shoulder with her hand. “How nice of you.”

“I was just passing by,” you lie. Tamaki knows you haven’t left since the minute they let you step inside.

You know Rescue Girl is one of the best there is, but this is Mirio you’re talking about.

Strong Mirio. Funny, dumb Mirio who’s never lost hope once.

Mirio with the weird Qui- you forgot he’s Quirkless now.

Your hand curls around his. The black nails don’t suit him. You should paint them blue, the color of his eyes instead, but you’ve never once owned any blue.

“When you wake up,” you tell him in the silence of an empty room, the grown ups outside, talking about all the important things you don’t want to hear. “When you wake up, Mirio, I’m gonna tell you everything, okay? Like, what I feel and stuff. So you got to wake up, okay?”

His eyelashes flutter and your heart drops to your knees at the sight.

You’re not ready to tell him yet, not when he’s like this, not when he needs someone just as bright and wonderful as himself to cheer him up, not the blackest, most miserable cat there is.

When he blinks awake you’re already gone.

-

“Mirio’s back home,” your mother tells you over Dinner.

You don’t answer. The noodle dish she made tastes like cardboard in your mouth.

Maybe you picked up some weird germ at the hospital. 

“Leave her be,” your father sighs and you look up in surprise. He’s not once interfered like this before.

“But-”

“She’ll do whatever she will do,” he points out, one hand on your mothers arm, one hand close enough to touch you, if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. He lets you come to him, smiling when you reach out and curl your fingertips around his.

You already know the way, out your window and through the backyard, over the fence and through the tilted window.

Mirio’s awake, blue eyes following your movements as you slip into his room.

“I left my eraser here,” you tell him, feeling horrible about the lie. 

You can’t even be honest now.

“Should I help you look for it?"

“No,” you shuffle your feet on the floor. “How- How are you feeling?”

“I’m in no state of mind to be smiling,” he mutters, though his lips are quirkign up already, just the faintest of smiles nonetheless.

“Why are you doing it then, anyway?”

He shrugs, winces. He must be tender, still.

“You’re here.”

You let that sink in, unable to move for a second.

Mirio’s always been good at surprising you. 

“Still some space in that bed of yours?”

He lifts his blanket and you crawl under, one arm across the broad expense of his chest. He’s warm and big and so much Mirio it hurts to think about.

“I haven’t changed much, have I?” He asks. You know he talks about his Quirk. The loss, the grief, you’ll talk about later.

“Not at all.”

You lie like that for a while, warm and comfortable in this shared sense of grief and insecurity.

And maybe it’s the darkness growing bolder around you or the soft breaths of him that wash over your face, but you open your mouth and the words spill out, the words you’ve kept inside for way too long.

“I got you a different present for your birthday, actually.”

“Hm?” His hand is rubbing a circle into your back and you hate that it makes you shiver, this gentle touch of his.

“Yeah,” you admit. “I’ve done that a few times now. I- It feels stupid to gift it to you and even though I know you’ll never laugh about it, I just don’t give it to you.”

“What did you get me this year?” He asks and you know you could lie or tell him that it’s none of his business - even though it is - because you’ve done it before and he smiled and kept the space you’ve carved out for yourself.

But you cannot do that any longer.

Not when death is no longer something far, far away. 

Not when you’ve just got him back.

You take a breath, open your mouth and admit it, to yourself and to him, finally.

“A kiss.”

-

You’re not really sure who kisses whom. 

But his lips are warm and he tastes like sunscreen and Ramen broth and his arms pull you in until you’re resting on top of him like the worst blanket of all and you’re drowning in his embrace.

There’s a knock on the door and you pull apart, breathless and minds blank.

“Yes?” His voice is hoarse and you have to bite your lips to keep from giggling.

“We’re going to bed, honey. Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Okay, sleep well. See you tomorrow.”

“Have a good night.”

Silence envelopes you after that encounter, thick and all-encompassing, as if you’ve draped your silent room over the two of you.

And although he doesn’t speak first, Mirio’s hand draws another circle into the skin of your back and you sink back into him as if you’d never been apart.

“I’m sleeping here tonight,” you declare and you can feel his smile against your lips.

You don’t even have to make up a reason for it. 

- - -

- 25 -

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Mirio asks and your coworker almost chokes on her coffee.

“Are you trying to imply that I’m Satan?” You ask back, your best angry face on as you usher the two robbers into the police van.

“Maybe?” He’s full on grinning now, this fool. 

“Is that really the Number One Hero?” Robber Number 1 asks, his face a little bruised from his earlier fight with Mirio.

“What?” You scoff at him. “A little dumb humor is all it takes to make you doubt?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Mrs Policewoman, Sir, err, Ma’am.”

“Sure,” you close the door in their face before turning back to Mirio. “Really? Flirting on the job?”

“How could I not?” He asks, presenting his best puppy-dog eyes. “You know I’m a sucker for uniforms.”

“Don’t!” You snap your fingers in front of his face. “You’re going to lose all credibility if you keep this up.”

Mirio smiles. “Ah, but Togata-san-”

You press your hand to his mouth to shut him up. He kisses the palm of your hand, right below the ring that has made him your husband.

He’s a romantic at heart. 

You knew that and you still married him.

What a fool you are. A happy one. A very happy one indeed.

-

Taglist:

@kaykaystrings @lokilove @alienaiver @alexxavicry @tsxkishimx

[dannyricsmirrorball]

1989 • dr3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || daniel ricciardo x singer!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || y/n is releasing a new album!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || daniel is in the red bull 2023 seat in this btw! ahhh this was so fun, i’m so excited for 1989 tv and obsessed w daniel x 1989 edits so i had to make this.

liked by danielricciardo, scottyjames31, and 420,781 others

yourusername welcome to new york

tagged danielricciardo

username1 daniel.jpg in action

danielricciardo it’s been waiting for u 😉

username2 best couple back at it

username3 WE NEED NEW MUSIC

charles_leclerc that is so unsafe y/n!

⤷ yourusername ok grandpa lame

⤷ danielricciardo yeah grandpa

⤷ charles_leclerc look who’s talking 🤨

carmenmmundt pretty girl 😍

dianasilverss new york loves u

⤷ yourusername i love u

username19 patiently waiting for more music

georgerussell63 rogue australian w a camera

⤷ yourusername do u know him? he won’t stop following me!

liked by jackdoohan, jensonbutton, and 1,161,630 others

danielricciardo you can hear it in the silence

tagged yourusername

username23 y/n and danny in new york supremacy

scottyjames31 lookin fresh DR

⤷ danielricciardo just for u 😘

⤷ yourusername yeah ok.

yourusername you can hear it on the way home

⤷ danielricciardo can u see it w the lights out?

⤷ username41 um… are these… lyrics?!

username56 in love w their love

username43 smth bout danny is that he will ALWAYS be repping his own merch

marcusmumford sexy man

⤷ yourusername very 😮‍💨

⤷ danielricciardo i’m blushing 😘

liked by aarondessner, sukiwaterhouse, and 192,428 others

yourusername the best people in life are free

username11 guys i think we are entering a new era

username12 i’m calling it. new album coming.

lilymhe i miss u. come see me.

⤷ yourusername come see me!!!!

⤷ lilymhe nyc girls night out?? 👯‍♀️

⤷yourusername alex_albon make it happen

⤷ alex_albon booking flights 😐

username13 guys do we think that this is a lyric…

⤷ username14 we’re so starved

francisca.cgomes 🌟 girl

⤷ yourusername loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

⤷ danielricciardo 🤨

⤷ pierregasly 🤨

gracieabrams in love w you

⤷ yourusername in love w YOU

username42 LIVING for ny y/n

liked by landonorris, wearephoenix, and 342,093 others

yourusername kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats

tagged danielricciardo, landonorris, lilymhe, alex_albon, georgerussell63, charles_leclerc

username34 obsessed w her being friends w the grid

landonorris cute danielricciardo

⤷ yourusername lay off my bf 🙄

username83 y/n’s obsession w new york lately has to mean smth

⤷ username45 RIGHT like even danny is posting so much of new york

⤷ username83 and the weird captions… like lyrics??

⤷ username72 or they’re just enjoying being in new york during the off season?

⤷ username83 ur no fun 🙄

lilymhe u + me 4eva 🤭

⤷ yourusername umm yes? 🤭🤭

⤷ danielricciardo ??

⤷ lilymhe what abt it?

⤷ alex_albon ??

⤷ yourusername square up albono

⤷ alex_albon it’s ok i’ll just shake it off

⤷ yourusername 😳

charles_leclerc i don’t remember what we were looking at

⤷ georgerussell63 🎤🎤

⤷ charles_leclerc ohhhhh yes!!

⤷ alex_albon i’m sure she admires ur subtlety george

⤷ yourusername yeah thanks guys 😐

⤷ username62 UMMMM GUYS?? MUSIC???

liked by mickschumacher, enchante, and 183,801 others

daniel3.jpg been getting down to this sick beat 🎧

tagged yourusername

username87 WHAT SICK BEAT DANIEL?!

yourusername 👏👏👏

⤷ daniel3.jpg ❌🙋‍♂️🎁👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💁‍♀️😱

⤷ username53 um ok…

username72 eating up any scraps of hints to new music

username91 obsessed bf talented gf peak

lando.jpg tell y/n to let me play 🥁 on the album

⤷ yourusername what album??

⤷ lando.jpg oh yk just like whatever one comes next yk like lollollol

⤷ daniel.jpg not looking likely mate

⤷ username57 uhhhh album???!??!!

username82 she’s so girl boss

username73 their matching ugly shoes 🥹🥹

⤷ username88 LMFAO they make it work

liked by sam_fender, chloestroll, and 980,284 others

yourusername tangled up with you all night 🪩

username56 OMFG SHES IN THE STUDIO

username98 NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

username92 WE WERE RIGHT ODNFHRUEJ

username24 NEW FUCKING MUSIC LFG

landonorris OMGOMGOMG

⤷ yourusername 😐

⤷ landonorris 🤷‍♀️

isahernaez that skirt 😍😍

⤷ yourusername omg complimented by the fashion god 🤭

username3 another lyric caption fs

scottyjames31 does he go anywhere without that damn camera

⤷ yourusername no.

⤷ danielricciardo photography is my passion 😍

liked by landonorris, chloestroll, and 342,510 others

daniel3.jpg high tide came and brought you in 🌊

username56 ok now the captions are just obviously lyrics

username92 he’s so obsessed 🙄 i love them 🥹

landonorris enough of the y/n dedicated jpg posts. mine next??

⤷ yourusername in your wildest dreams

⤷ daniel.jpg ofc 😚

⤷ yourusername oh.

⤷ daniel.jpg oh… 😳

⤷ landonorris AHAHHAA owneddddd yourusername

username72 the way he captures her. they’re so perfect.

username46 the seagulls on the beach??? like y/n’s post as well… this means smth

⤷ username81 someone’s getting delirious

liked by danielricciardo, gracieabrams, and 2,309,451 others

yourusername new album out 01/03/23 🌟

tagged jackantonoff

username63 OH MY FUCKING GOD

landonorris LFG

username12 WHAT WHAT WHAT

username23 IM NOT READY. MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED.

carlossainz55 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

username46 she used the pics danny took of her. im so fragile rn 🥹

lilymhe THE MUSIC INDUSTRY EVERYBODY

⤷ yourusername i love u w my whole heart

georgerussell63 mega mate!!

francisca.cgomes so excited lovey!!! 💖💖

⤷ yourusername ily kika baby 💘

pierregasly let’s goooo

charles_leclerc congrats y/n 👏👏 can’t wait for evryone to see!

⤷ yourusername 🤍🤍 thanku for ur help charlie 😉

⤷ username16 no way…

⤷ username5 are we getting y/n ft charles OMFG WE ARE SO BACK

username3 AHHH SO EXCITED but also why’s it called 1989?

⤷ username78 this is just a guess but im 99% sure it’s bc that’s the year danny was born

⤷ username3 omg a y/n album named after/dedicated to danny, my heart can’t take this

username63 why is no one else talking abt the fact that the release date is daniel’s bday?!

⤷ username3 OH MY GOD IT IS

maxverstappen1 congrats y/n/n 💙

jackantonoff let’s goooo

⤷ yourusername absolute legend

danielricciardo so proud of u baby ❤️

⤷ yourusername i love u forever

lewishamilton 💜

gracieabrams proud asf

f1 ready for 1989 era

danielricciardo random release date 🤔

liked by arthurleclerc, gangofyouths, and 390,647 others

yourusername nice dresses, sunsets

username12 ugh i need to raid her closet

danielricciardo more of this 😍

lilymhe my girl 🤤😍😘💖💘

⤷ danielricciardo i’m sure u meant MY girl

⤷ lilymhe get ur own girl

⤷ danielricciardo i HAVE my own girl

⤷ alex_albon and SO DO U

⤷ yourusername calm down ladies, there’s enough of me to go around for the both of u 😘

⤷ username23 alex is lily’s bitch confirmed

jackantonoff red lips and rosy cheeks?

liked by danielricciardo, enchante, and 5,609,183 others

yourinstagram celebrating my person today! danny, thanku for being my rock, my heart, my everything. happy birthday my love, i am yours forever and always.

my new album 1989 is now yours! i am so proud of this album, thank you to everyone involved in creating my newest baby. most importantly, thank you to my most special muse. this album is about life, love, friendship, and everything in between.

daniel this one is for you 🤍

enchante x

tagged danielricciardo

danielricciardo the best present i could ask for ❤️

⤷ username41 nobody speak to me

danielricciardo so so proud of u, forever my girl

⤷ yourinstagram forever ❤️

landonorris hbd lover 😍😍 oh yeah and congrats y/n 🙄 so extremely proud 🧡

⤷ yourinstagram stop tryna bust the moves on my boyfriend - thankuu landini 🩷

jackantonoff PROUDEST

⤷ yourinstagram my partner in musical crime 🤍

maxvertsappen1 WOOOH LETS GO Y/N!!! happy birthday daniel 😘

⤷ yourusername thanku maxxie 🩷

⤷ danielricciardo love ya maxxie

lilymhe ALBUM OF THE YEAR IS OUT

lilymhe THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!

⤷ yourinstagram I LOVE U

alex_albon absolute LEGEND

⤷ yourinstagram so sweet albono

username42 THIS ALBUM IS ACTUAL POP PERFECTION

username43 WE WERE RIGHT, MOST OF THE CAPTIONS WERE LYRICS

christianhorner congrats y/n 👏👏 happy birthday daniel 😊😊

francisca.cgomes so proud of u my talented sweet amazing girl 💘💘 (happy birthday danny!)

⤷ yourinstagram 🥹 love u sm kika

username63 THEY NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE!

ausgp it’s y/n and danny’s world, we’re just living in it 👏🥰

username13 how u get the girl??? floored by her genius

charles_leclerc congrats mate!! proud 🖤 happy birthday daniel 😘

⤷ danielricciardo thanku charlie 🥰🥰

⤷ username16 um ig we were wrong abt the charles x y/n song

⤷ yourusername 🤔

⤷ username16 oh?

oliviarodrigo masterclass in pop perfection 😍

⤷ yourinstagram 🥹

marcusmumford two absolute legends!!

joshallenqb hbd danny 🤤 congrats y/n!

scottyjames31 YES MATE! love ya y/n so proud ❤️ happy birthday danny boy 😘

⤷ yourusername thanku scotty 💘

⤷ danielricciardo see ya soon mate love ya

oscarpiastri congratulations y/n!

⤷ yourusername thanku oscar 🤍🤍

redbullracing happy birthday to our honey badger ❤️ and congrats y/n!

liked by yourusername, jackdoohan, and 1,927,038 others

f1 you’re looking at your australian gp pole sitter 🔥 for the first time in formula 1, the honey badger takes pole position at his home race.

tagged danielricciardo, redbullracing

username63 LFGGGGGG

username82 back where he belongs 👏👏

username9 he went back home and got that shine back

yourusername let’s gooo baby

redbullracing back on top 📣

ausgp 🍯🦡 is back baby

username47 i just know he was listening 1989 in those fuck ass beats the entire lead up to quali

aussiegrit 👏👏

scottyjames31 bring it home danny boyyy

username52 he was defs singing shake it off to zak beige in his head

username13 love to see it 🇦🇺🦘

liked by charles_leclerc, lorenzotl, and 1,209,839 others

yourusername it’s our home gp. it’s race day. danny’s on pole. 1989 deluxe is out.

after all the love for the album, i’m so excited for you guys to hear these three new tracks; wonderland, you are in love, and new romantics.

big love to my big bro jackantonoff for your inspiring dedication to your craft and being a masterclass act.

a huge thanks to my favourite pianist charles_leclerc for playing piano for the most special track - you are in love.

i hope you guys love it 🤍 big ups dannyric today everybody! 🇦🇺🇦🇺

username92 the best wag ever

username02 her releasing the album on his birthday and then the deluxe version on his home gp, she’s so in love.

danielricciardo i am in love, with you, forever and ever and always. thanku baby, my best good luck charm.

⤷ yourusername 🥹

redbullracing on repeat in the garage y/n!!

⤷ mercedesamgf1 same

⤷ scuderiaferrari same

⤷ alpinef1team same

⤷ alphataurif1 same

⤷ astonmartinf1 same

⤷ williamsracing same

⤷ haasf1team same

⤷ alfaromeostake same

⤷ mclaren same

⤷ username3 who invited them 😒

username13 AND YOU UNDERSTAND NOW WHY THEY LOST THEIR MINDS AND FOUGHT THE WARS AND WHY I’VE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE TRYNA PUT IT INTO WORDS

⤷ username3 YOU’RE IN LOVE TRUE LOVE

⤷ username85 their love is one of a kind

⤷ username93 a forever kind of love

⤷ username2 her pen goes fucking crazy but it goes even crazier when it’s abt daniel

charles_leclerc it’s finally out! so grateful to work with you y/n/n, thanku for trusting me w this special special song. so proud to be even a small part of this brilliant project. see u tonight!

⤷ yourusername charlie 🥹 thanku thanku thanku! i couldn’t think of anyone more perfect to collaborate with for such a special song. good luck out there today!!

⤷ username16 i’m so not okay

lilymhe daniel is so lucky (don’t tell him yail is actually abt me)

⤷ yourusername 🤫🤫

⤷ danielricciardo i wanna be mad but im too happy rn

landonorris BABY WE’RE THE NEW ROMANTICS COME ON COME ALONG WITH ME HEART BREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM WE SING IT PROUDLY WE ARE TOO BUSY DANCING TO GET KNOCKED OFF OUR FEET BABY WE’RE THE NEW ROMANTICS THE BEST PEOPLE IN LIFE ARE FREE

⤷ yourusername i’m glad u liked it lan 😭

⤷ mclaren he’s blasting it in the garage

⤷ oscarpiastri can confirm (not complaining)

⤷ username81 he’s just like me fr

liked by christianhorner, yourusername, and 9,025,727 others

f1 DANIEL RICCIARDO WINS THE 2023 AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX 🇦🇺

for the first time in his career, home hero, daniel ricciardo wins the australian gp!

for the first time in formula 1 history, an australian driver stands on the podium at the australian gp!

for the first time in formula 1 history, an australian driver wins on home soil, at the australian gp!

big congrats to the honey badger as well as red bull for their legendary 1-2 at this years australian grand prix.

tagged danielricciardo, redbullracing

username82 say australian gp one more time

username92 LETS GO DR

username2 DANNY RIC IS BACKKKKK

yourusername LETS GOOOOOOO

yourusername BIG UPS BIG RIC

yourusername HISTORY MAKER

yourusername OHHHH DANIEL RICCIARDO OHHHH DANIEL RICCIARDO

yourusername LOML

yourusername HE NEVER LEFT BITCHES

username94 y/n going feral in the comments is so me coded. she’s down so bad for that man.

redbullracing the honey badger is back baby

jackdoohan yeah brotherrrr 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺

ausgp YES WOOHOO DR3

scottyjames31 LFG DR! BIG MOVES BROTHER ❤️

christianhorner that’s our driver! congrats daniel, big moves 👏👏

landonorris ricky bobby is back

georgerussell63 yesss dannyric 👏👏

daxshepard let’s go danielllll

jensonbutton good job danny 👏

aussiegrit brought it home 🇦🇺🇦🇺

liked by danielricciardo, f1, and 14,092,283 others

yourusername race winner. history maker. legend. my boy. he won’t apologise. prouder than imaginable.

tagged danielricciardo

danielricciardo no one id rather do it w by my side ❤️

danielricciardo the best people in life are free 😉

comments on this post are limited

hope you enjoyed 🤍🤍

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Hey Bird Boy!

I promised I’d write didn’t I? I’m missing you already, which is kinda stupid and cheesy, but true! There aren’t any other kids around now the holidays are over, so it’s just old people and super outdoorsy people who walk really fast with weird sticks and stuff, lame! Daddy lent me his crappy polaroid he uses for work so I can send you pictures and stuff so at least I’ve got something to do, they won’t be as good as yours but it’s better than nothing.

I tried to get a good picture but it’s hard to hold this huge thing with one hand and this is the best I could do but my teeth are totally starting to grow back so maybe I won’t look so dumb soon.. you can’t really see em but I can feel em poking through!!! It kinda hurts but I suppose we only have to grow em once so it’s not so bad. Growing teeth as a baby doesn’t count cos you can’t remember it.. how many teeth does your little sister have?!

I’m super looking forward to getting to know you properly since I can ask you stuff now! I’ll try n remember to ask you things instead of talking about myself the whole-time cos that’d be annoying to reply to, wouldn’t it?

By the way.. I took a bunch of pictures of my dad until I caught him laughing just to show you that he can be fun and nice, not always grumpy! He thinks he looks cool with his gold teeth but I think they make him look goofy, like a wannabe pirate haha!! YARRR!

I set Amber free cos I started to feel bad about keeping her cooped up in that tiny plastic box and I don’t think I’d like it if I were her, like how I’m starting to hate this stupid tower! I miss looking at her but I decided to start collecting fancy rocks instead since they’re not alive and don’t have any feelings. Dad digs up stuff for work sometimes so it makes total sense!! He said I’m not allowed to join him for that but we can do it on our own instead.. he bought me a big pretty one to start my collection, even though it’s kinda like cheating it still counts!

We found a birdwatching book stuffed in the back of the bookshelf looking for this notebook and dad said we should put some food out to see which ones we could spot.. they attacked him whilst he was putting the seeds out though so he said it was a stupid hobby and that he didn’t want to do it anymore. GET READY FOR THIS!!!

Ahahahahaahaaa I almost dropped his camera laughing at him and he took it off me for a couple days but it was totally worth it, please please pleaaaaase keep this picture cos I almost didn’t wanna send it to you so I could laugh at it forever and ever hahahaha!!!!

Oh, and I told daddy to take some pictures of me whilst I wasn’t looking like you do cos I thought it’d be neat, but I forgot I asked him to do it and got mad at him cos I was in my pj’s and my hair was all crazy.. it’s kinda funny I GUESS!! Plus, he said it made us even for me sending you the picture of him with the birds so here you go BUT DON’T KEEP THIS ONE!!

I got carried away and forgot to ask you stuff so here’s a list!

How old are you?

When’s your birthday?

Do you have any pets?!

What’s your favourite food?

Do you have all your big teeth yet? (it totally looked like it but you never know!!)

I was gonna think of more stuff to ask you and now the back of this page looks really empty but my brain farted and I really wanna send you this so you can send one back! I’ll think of more I promise!! I’m looking forward to “talking” to you so I guess you can write about whatever you want.. and I wanna see your house!! I bet your pictures will be way better than mine!

Yours excitedly, Alex :]

[starbabyg]

pleaseeeeeee jack and trevor share her

Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

+++

Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

[whyse7vn]

MISS YOU -

[ !fwb jhs pjm ksj jjk kth x reader ]

HOSEOK -

hobi: hi

y/n: ur texting me before 5pm should i be scared rn….

hobi: i miss you

y/n: oh i’m terrified

hobi: can’t a man simply miss his girl???

y/n: i’m shaking in my boots dni

and ur girl???

shut the hell up

hobi: i miss you

y/n: STOP

this is really weird

hobi: ok i’m never being nice again

y/n: 💜

hobi: i lied i’m just a nice guy at heart

i miss you my pretty little petal 💘

y/n: this is a new low for you hoseok

hobi: i told you about saying my name

i’m trying to be sweet to u rn

not horny

y/n: our relationship is literally built on being horny wtf are you talking about

hobi: do you miss me

say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: ok that is real unfair

hobi: yes or no

no jungkook

y/n: speaking to you before 5pm truly feels illegal

hobi: i talk to you before 5pm

like all the time

don’t make me look bad rn

we literally work together

i talk to you all the time???????????

y/n: u sound like ur trying to convince urself you talk to me

hobi: I LITERALLY DO STOP LYING

y/n: ok yeah you do but you only message me to fuck after 5pm

hobi: i never said i wanted to fuck?????

y/n: so you don’t want to fuck??

hobi: ok yes

y/n: knew it

hobi: yeah whatever

BUT

i just thought i would try and be a sweet loving man for u

y/n: well don’t do it again

freaked me the hell out

hobi: u wanna be my girlfriend so bad i’m gonna throw up

y/n: ???????????

hobi: ok sorry

y/n: freak

hobi: miss ur pussy on my face

y/n: i’m literally blocking you

ur so gross

hobi: ok wtf

how do i win in this life

cant be sweet

cant be explicit

HOW DO I WIN

y/n: ask to fuck nicely

hobi: may i please indulge in the sexual intercourse with you at 1400 hours

y/n: and normally

hobi: can we fuck in like 20 minutes

in my studio preferably

pls and thanks 😝

y/n: sure

hobi: TURN UPPP

that was really easy

y/n: did you just call me easy?????????

hobi: NO??????

y/n: you definitely did

hobi: NONONONO

i’m just saying like normally i’d have to beg a little

ur kind of a sadist like that

anyways

you didn’t make me beg today

dare i say

dot dot dot

ur stating to fall in love with me wink

y/n: did you just type out dot dot dot and wink???

hobi: say yes if yes and no if yes

y/n: stop breathing

hobi: hard

and no not by shinee

this one is by hoseok

but WAIT

(no dino)

if we think about it is by you

hard by you

wink lol

y/n: ur so fucking lame it’s unreal

JIMIN -

jimin: miss you

wanna kiss you so bad

y/n: personally i wanna fuck

jimin: …

is it really that hard to act like you were loved as a child for even a little bit

y/n: all i’m hearing rn is you don’t want to fuck

ur LAME

jimin: do you not miss me back?

y/n: next question

jimin: do you miss me???

y/n: purple

pull ur dick out

jimin: i’m getting real upset

what if i cry rn

y/n: lowkey

jimin: stop talking

y/n: it WOULD be real hot

jimin: …

i’m trying to be cute and love on u rn

y/n: gross

love on ur girlfriend or something

jimin: ur my girlfriend

y/n: i’m ur girl friend you fuck sometimes

the big space was on purpose btw

if you didn’t get that

jimin: ok fuck????

i get it

so like do you fr not miss me back or what?

y/n: for someone who said they get it ur not acting like you get it

jimin: i get it

y/n: get a guitar

jimin: what

y/n: riize

jimin: rise?

y/n: talk saxy

jimin: tf are u talking about

y/n: ur so annoying

jimin: can you say you miss me back

y/n: no!

jimin: i’m gonna stop fucking you

y/n: ok

jimin: ok i lied but were you scared for a second

y/n: not really

jimin: ok idc

y/n: who is ur riize bais

mine is shotaro

he’s a real cuite

jimin: mine is i miss you jimin

y/n: i’m not saying i miss you

jimin: why not?

y/n: why?

jimin: because you miss me???

y/n: i saw you last week??

jimin: LAST WEEK

oh my chest hurts

the walls are caving in

y/n: are you done

jimin: should we just make it official

y/n: if ur this annoying and a fuck buddy i don’t even want to imagine what ur like as a boyfriend

jimin: better

y/n: i doubt that!

jimin: let’s find out challenge go!!!!

y/n: i do NOT consent

jimin: hello girlfriend do you miss me like i miss you????????

y/n: i’m gonna start fucking joon

jimin: say sike

that’s not funny at ALL

say sike rn

HELLO???????????????

SAY SIKE Y/N

IM SO FR SAY SIKE

SEOKJIN -

jin: miss you

y/n: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

just send that to jimin

he’s laughing at you

jin: wtf is ur problem

y/n: why are you messaging me during works hours??

jin: cuz i missed you???

yeah i said missed

not miss

cuz fuck you

you made me look weak in front of jimin

you bitch

y/n: what if i said i missed you too?

jin: ofc you miss me

that was a given

i was just letting you know the feeling was mutual

y/n: that’s crazy cuz i don’t miss you at all

jin: ????

are you proposing to me rn?

y/n: ?get a grip

jin: need you here rn

y/n: i’m trying to work

jin: ok?? idk what that has to do with anything

y/n: i’m working

jin: are we role playing??

y/n: no.

jin: omg i was just kidding lighten up a bit geez

pretty girl i miss you

no even joking

y/n: pic with tears or ur lying

jin: you make missing you not fun at all

y/n: is missing ur fuck buddy supposed to be fun??

jin: we’re still calling it that?

y/n: ??

jin: it’s fine

i’ll indulge you and ur games

y/n: LMAOOO ???

ur age is really showing

talking like a fucking vampire

jin: yeah yeah

what time do you finish

y/n: in exactly an hour

jin: i’ll pick you up

will bring the nice car and everything

y/n: all ur cars are nice

jin: i know

just wanted to hear you say it

y/n: eat the rich i say!

jin: i’ll let you eat me

let’s go bite for bite

y/n: jimin would have a field day with that

jin: i don’t want to talk about jimin while i’m seducing you thank you very much

y/n: ur seducing me??

jin: yeah

you couldn’t tell?

y/n: no?

jin: ur lying

y/n: maybe i am

jin: that’s what i thought

y/n: maybe i’m not

jin: you are

y/n: but what if i’m not

jin: no you are

y/n: am i?

jin: shut up

it’s like nice when you just don’t talk

and stop pretending you hate me

y/n: hate is a strong word

jin: so you love me?

y/n: love is a strong word

jin: fuck you

y/n: YOU WISH

jin: not true

y/n: IS THAT YOU OUTSIDE??????

WAVE IF THATS YOU

OH MYGOD YOU WAVED

THATS YOU

UR OUTSIDE

jin: i’m outside

y/n: ??????? HOW

jin: god knows

y/n: i said an hour

jin: an hour is too long dont you think :/

y/n: UGH

men

YOU MAKE ME SICK

give me 5

JUNGKOOK -

jk: come see me

y/n: ??LMAOOSODOFIDIFJFNDJJDJDJDJ SJDJDJDNDNDNDNNDNFNFNFNFNFNNDNDNFNFNFNFNFNFNFNNFNFNFNFNNFCJ

jk: ok i’m sorry i though you would find that really sexy and cool

y/n: that was really funny

imagined you saying that in real life LMSKDKKDF

THATS SO FUNNT WLMSKDODOFIFJFJFJFJFN

wow ur really silly

jk: i miss you

like so much

y/n: do you miss ME or do you miss fucking me

jk: is this a trick question?

y/n: not at all

jk: both?

y/n: are you sure

cuz you don’t sound sure

jk: it’s a trick question

y/n: i’m telling you it’s not

jk: if i say i miss fucking you ur gonna think i’m just using you for sex and that i’m horrible person that should die

but if i say i miss you ur gonna think i’m a stupid idiot loser who can’t control his feelings and should kill himself

y/n: is this u projecting rn??

jk: can i come over please

y/n: answer my question first

jk: i did !!!! i said both

y/n: you said

“both?”

jk: ok now i’m saying both!!!!

y/n: your just saying cuz you want to come over

so you miss fucking me

i see

jk: NO

well yes

bUT LIKE NOT JUST THAT I MISS YOu

LIKE YOU

as A PERSON

your smile

your voice

your like overall presence???

y/n: why is everything a question with you

stand on business kook

jk: you make me second guess everything

IM SO NERVOUS LEAVE ME ALONE

y/n: okay let’s not shout now

jk: ok i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

hey i’m sorry

y/n: guys i think he’s sorry

jk: guys??? who is there? don’t tell me it’s yoongi he’ll bully me

y/n: you want come over?

jk: so bad

y/n: ok

but you have to pay me in like

JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SENT ME 50K???/!/£:’dn

jk: you said pay

y/n: I DIDN’T FINISH MY SENTENCE??????

jk: oh

my fault

i’m sorry

i’m really sorry

you can keep it

for rainy day or something?????

carry on what were you saying??

i didn’t mean to interrupt

y/n: wow ok um i was just gonna say tteokbokki or something

jk: with cheese right?

you like it with cheese yeah?

i’ll come over and make it for you i’ll head to the store rn

anything else???

y/n: ummm no

jk: ok i can start making my way right?

y/n: yeah…

jk: cool ok see you soon

y/n: cool

cool wow yeah cool

that’s cool

wtf just happened

TAEHYUNG -

14 miss calls from tae

tae: throbbing rn

y/n: it’s 3 am what the fuck is wrong with you

and throbbing?????????

you

nvm

i don’t even want to finish my sentence

jump of a bridge cut ur dick off idc leave me alone

tae: i miss you

y/n: no shit

tae: told my parents were engaged

y/n: convinced all you do all day is pop percs and take punches to the head

tae: you can give me head

i miss ur head

and you ig

but like ur head 😍

meow

y/n: meow???

tae: MEOWWWWWWWW

y/n: what do you want??

it’s 3 am

tae: head???

like

are you stupid

wasn’t i clear enough

ACTUALLY NO WAIT

i miss you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

what did nct say that one time

girl your my favourite 😋😍💗

y/n: i should call mark

tae: OMG YEAH

you think he’ll sing a bit for us

GIRL UR MY FAVOURITEEEEE

wait no???????

wtf

don’t call mark

are you sick

are you out of ur mind

i just called you my favourite and now ur calling mark?????

y/n: puka puka pow pow 💚

tae: ok but i said i miss you

y/n: k

tae: me missing you

like that’s what’s happening rn

ME missing YOU

do you understand

y/n: yess thank you ur so kind !🌷💞💘

tae: ??????

say it back maybe

y/n: no thanks!

tae: okay lol

the more you deny my love

y/n: yuck

tae: ok never interrupt me again

or we WILL have issues

y/n: are you talking to me rn…

tae: NO LMAO WHAAAATTT i must of forgot where i was for a second why would i ever threaten my beautiful amazing queen

y/n: ok not too much

tae: love you!

y/n: ur making me sick gonna throw up

tae: i’ll catch it

with my hands

y/n: stop

tae: eat it if you want me too

y/n: you lack serious amounts of self respect and it’s extremely worrying

tae: will you give me head

y/n: only if you never speak ever again

tae: ohmygod literally call me ariel babe like you give me head and my voice box will literally melt out my body

NO WORDS

ever again NO JOKE

y/n: the way you lie so easily is kinda scary

tae: i’m not lying

okay I AM lying but like how am i supposed to call you at 3 am and beg you to come over if i can’t speak

y/n: that’s the point!

tae: ummmmm

that’s mean

like you would so miss my voice if i didn’t have one

y/n: if you didn’t have a voice how could i miss it if you never had one???

tae: what

y/n: like ur saying if you NEVER had i voice i would miss it

but i can’t miss it if i’ve never heard it before

tae: that logic is stupid cuz ur saying you can’t miss things you’ve never had

y/n: you can’t

tae: i miss our wedding night

y/n: shut up

tae: throbbing

you make me throb

THROBBING ❤️

y/n: shut up shut up shut UP

tae: totally random pov ur boyfriend calls you 700 times and messages you at 3 am telling you he’s throbbing and is offering himself to you on a silver plater fuck the the knife and fork he wants it messy

what you doing in that situation??

y/n: sending a swat team to his address

tae: i’m your boyfriend???

y/n: ?

tae: YOU BASICALLY SAID IM YOUR BOYFRIEND

THIS IS A WIN

THIS IS A WIN

OH MY GOD A WIN

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN

I WIN

OHMYGOD I WIN

i win

ohmYGODDDD

i would like to thank yeontan and my parents and hybe and son heung min for this win

i owe it all to you guys

i promise to keep working hard

and never let any of you down i’m just so extremely grateful

and i just wanna add that

SMS ERROR: The phone number you are trying to reach is no longer in service!

tae: gf so crazy like 🤭

—

yessss this was half a draft for the first fwb work i did so if you see any similarities that’s why but this is also half a request cuz somone asked me to make a fwb piece about them missing you but i lost the little ask thingy i’m so sorry don’t shoot me ALSO obviously all the members aren’t here cuz this was a scrap but then i was like omg this is too silly to throw away so i posted here hope you like >.<

tags: @piw6n @92jinnies @birdie-vhs @kooksmilitarywife @hob3loveofmylife @jujubiism @bloopkook @ratchetpizza1 @myntalks @arloo00 @watamotee33 @y2kcy3brz @taiwan0618 @freyadanvers @gguksbeloved @raetf @bbsantc @winuvs @medicinemybish @bxnnyhime @leleluvsbts @baetukki @zyaaaszn @thelilbutifulthings @jazminethecreator @k4ngelz @jmnscutie @sopebubbles-replies @cynicalyoongs @lightningpussy54 @eunthv @gigiiiiislife @lowkeykin

[cofay]

I love the way it feels to be a hater.

Sometime so sweet about thinking that I’m better..

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

You and Katsuki always had this weird dynamic he was like a bully but would try to make different advances on you to get you to be his ‘girlfriend’ which confused you completely. Did he hate you or did he like you..?

With every bone in your body you would try to ignore him or avoid him at all costs yeah you knew he ‘liked’ you but if slamming someone into a locker is how he shows it you sure as hell didn’t want any part in this.

There were times if you were hurt he’ll help you back up but not without a smart remark or a reminder of how ‘weak’ you were.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“You’re really lame you know that..you couldn’t ever be as strong as a hero..not with the way you’re being tossed around”

He lends his hand towards you and you reject it

“Shut up mister ego” you say harshly getting up and dusting your clothes off

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

I don’t think he’ll ever figure out what to do with his feelings, he’ll never confess right to you of course he won’t.

So he’ll created a plan with Kirishima.

You would be walking to lunch alone because you didn’t have any friends in the class before to occupy you so that’s good enough now as you walk to lunch Katsuki would be passing by that hallway using the excuse that he ‘has to go to the bathroom’ good thing he’s in a double period.

Anyways continuing his master plan after that hell ’accidentally’ bump into you knocking over your books to when he slips in a note that tells you where to meet up with him while ‘helping’ you pick it up.

Now here’s the thing he’s stuck on. You practically HATE him by now, you hate his smart remarks, his constant bullying, him constantly being in your business or where ever you are.

So he needed something that would make you come well good or bad he didn’t care as long as you met up with him willingly or not he just needed you there.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

It was 8 in the afternoon and after finding that note that had to be slipped into your book you rolled your eyes getting up off the bed and putting on almost whatever.

You clearly didn’t want to leave the comfort of your bed yet you still did. Because of the note.

‘8’oclock store park near the school or else’

I mean you weren’t afraid of Katsuki but you didn’t know what he could do I mean to you, you don’t want to be on anyone’s bad side but you really don’t know why he would bully you shove you belittled you ever chance he got.

Yes it did annoy you but clearly you have people pleasing tendencies so you would avoid him so you wouldn’t have to face him and his scowl that always stretched across his face.

Finally you showed up a hoodie and some shorts it was a little warm. You sat at a bench waiting and checking your phone almost anxiously like you felt like someone was watching you.

And you were right…he was watching you walking up from behind before standing in front of you.

“Yo loser.”

You jumped his voice startling you, slowly you look up

“What?”

“Come with me.”