#yeah yeah im stuck here forever. but you are all stuck here. with me

[krytus]

wild that im gonna be 26 in like two days

[skeletalheartattack]

Jinjo fruit gummies?

dont even get me started. bought a pack of these the other day and i could hear all the fruit snacks inside the package whistling and begging for help. when i opened it they all flew out one at a time in a spiral pattern with sparkles and shit saying 'jinjo!' before vanishing into thin air. i was so hungry dude. whatever. atleast i got this damn jiggy now. hope i can get access to hungry world in gruntildas fucking castle.

[fuddaround]

COMFORT › paige bueckers x fem!reader

⌗ summary : after going out for the first time with paige and her new teammates jealousy takes over only for it to be too much.

⌗ warnings : jealousy, possessiveness, cunnilingus, mentions of alcohol, mentions of previous toxic boyfriend, fingering, strap, fluff at the end

⌗ req

⌗ kay’s notes : i hope this is good for your req!! and again im so sorry it took forever to get done i honestly just kept getting stuck on the beginning 😭😭

you barely get the door closed before she’s on you. her lips crash into yours, hungry and wild, like she’s been holding back all night. like the way the team wouldn’t stop making you laugh or how dijonai kept touching your arm set something off in her.

you stumble backwards, breath hitching as your back hits the wall. her hands are on your waist, then your thighs, then under your dress. she’s not being mean—just desperate. needy.

“you’re mine,” she mutters against your mouth, like a prayer.

your head spins, still tipsy from the drinks but mostly from her. from the way she’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the room.

“you let them flirt with you like that?” she mumbles, lips trailing down your jaw. “right in front of me?”

you want to say something—say it wasn’t like that, that you didn’t even notice—but then her fingers hook into your panties and all that comes out is a shaky breath.

she lifts you up like it’s nothing. carries you to the couch like she’s done it a hundred times, even though this is your first night out together in dallas. her first week here.

you whimper when she lays you down and she smirks, eyes dark.

“gonna remind you who you belong to.”

you nod. you’re let her.

she doesn’t waste time. spreads your thighs so wide they shake. drops to her knees like she’s worshiping you, but her grip on your hips says something meaner. says you’re not going anywhere.

“look at this fuckin’ pussy,” she groans, running her tongue through you slow just to hear you gasp. “so wet and messy, all from me, huh? just from me.”

you nod frantically, eyes already glassy.

her tongue gets greedy. sloppy. she’s not careful and she’s not trying to be. she sucks your clit like she owns it. spits on it and rubs it in with her thumb, fast and rough.

“don’t hide it, mama,” she growls into you. “you were lettin’ them touch you all night, now you better fuckin’ moan for me.”

your hands fly to her hair and she loves that. lets you pull. yanks you back down when you try to squirm away.

“nuh-uh. take it, baby. take all of it. be a good girl f’me.”

she smacks your thigh. hard. and again when you whine too loud.

“shut up. all that cryin’ and you’re still fuckin’ dripping. you like it when i ruin you, don’t you?”

you nod again, almost dizzy from the pressure.

she laughs, low and dark.

“yeah you do. fuckin’ whore.”

she slides two fingers in without warning and your back arches off the couch.

“ride ‘em.”

you stare down at her, breathless.

“i said ride my fuckin’ fingers, ma. be a big girl.”

you do it. shakily at first, but then her free hand grips your hip and helps you grind. helps you take her deeper, harder.

her tongue’s back on your clit and that’s what undoes you.

you come on her fingers with a scream that barely sounds human, thighs clamping around her head. she keeps going. licks it up like she’s starving.

you try to push her away and she growls.

“nah. i ain’t done with this pussy, not even close.”

she doesn’t stop until you’re crying. trembling. pulling at her hair like you’re begging.

and even then—she just pulls back, eyes wild, mouth soaked, and mutters, “that’s my baby. so fuckin’ pretty when you break.”

she disappears for a second. your chest’s still heaving, legs useless, and then she’s back—standing over you, black strap already buckled low on her hips like she was waiting for a reason.

“open.”

you blink up at her, dazed.

“open your fuckin’ mouth, ma.”

you do. because of course you do.

she grips your hair and slides the tip over your lips, slow at first, letting it tap your tongue.

“this what you wanted? huh? all night lettin’ them look at you like that, dressin’ like a slut. this what you were askin’ for?”

she slides in deeper, watching your throat bob as she rocks her hips just enough to make your eyes water.

“fuckin’ knew it. knew you liked being used.”

her grip on your hair tightens. she starts thrusting harder, the strap hitting the back of your throat with each roll of her hips.

you gag once—she pulls back. not out. just enough to make you breathe.

“you’re takin’ it. my girl’s good f’me, right? you can take it, baby.”

she’s grinning now. watching drool drip down your chin like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

“messy little thing. look at you.”

she fucks your mouth rough until your jaw aches and your hands are clawing at her thighs, needing something to hold onto.

when she finally pulls out, your lips are swollen and wet, and she grabs your face in both hands.

“get your ass up.”

you try—your legs barely work.

she doesn’t care. manhandles you until you’re bent over the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, legs spread.

“don’t run from it,” she growls, lining up behind you.

then she shoves it in.

rough. fast. deep.

you cry out, body jolting forward, and she just growls low in your ear.

“you’re gonna take every inch, mama. i don’t give a fuck if it’s too much.”

her hand wraps around your throat, pulling you back into her.

“you earned this.”

her hips slap against you, the sound loud and wet and constant.

you don’t know where you end and she begins.

you’re dizzy. spent. and she’s still fucking you like she’s got something to prove. that you’re hers.

her grip stays brutal. one hand buried in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck arches perfect for her. the other smacks your ass hard—once, twice, until you gasp and jolt forward.

“stop fucking running from me.”

she yanks you back by your hips, deeper this time. the strap punches into you so hard your knees give out.

“stand the fuck up. take it like you want it.”

your hands shake as you try to push up. try to be good.

“so fuckin’ pathetic,” she hisses in your ear, voice low and breathless. “can’t even take my dick right. after all that showin’ off at the bar? you were begging for this.”

she’s sweating. thrusts coming faster, rougher, meaner. like she’s trying to fuck the jealousy out of her system.

“who do you belong to?”

you barely whisper it.

“you.”

she slaps your ass again, harder.

“nah, louder. say it like you fuckin’ mean it.”

your throat works, but the sound barely comes out. you’re too far gone—used, sore, overstimulated, your eyes wet and your body limp.

she doesn’t notice.

“fuckin’ dumb baby. can’t speak now? can’t talk with my dick in you, huh?”

her hand wraps around your throat again and squeezes, just enough to hold you still.

“don’t go quiet on me now, ma. you wanted this. you wanted to be ruined.”

she’s breathing hard, hips still snapping into you, pace cruel.

“look at this pussy. so sloppy. so easy. so fuckin’ mine.”

you blink slow. your hands slip on the couch.

she’s too caught up in it. too wrapped up in claiming you, in chasing something primal and jealous and possessive that’s been burning since you stepped out in that tight little dress.

since she saw the way they looked at you.

since she realized how badly she needed to remind you that you were her girlfriend, not theirs.

she finally pulls out, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over like you weigh nothing.

your back hits the cushions, legs falling open, chest rising and falling fast—but still too quiet.

she’s too far gone.

“look at you,” she spits, eyes locked on your soaked thighs. “fuckin’ wrecked. and i’m not even close to done.”

she lines up again, grabbing your thighs and pushing them back until your knees are almost to your chest. then she slams in deep.

you whimper—barely.

“you feel that?” she growls, leaning over you, one hand on your tit, squeezing rough. “that’s mine. this is mine.”

she leans in and spits on your chest. rubs it into your nipple with her palm like she’s trying to mark you up even more.

you don’t moan. don’t cry out. just breathe hard and look up at her with glassy eyes.

she doesn’t catch it.

her other hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast and hard, her strap pounding into you with every thrust.

“you better cum again, baby,” she bites out, her voice ragged. “i wanna feel you fuckin’ fall apart around me. cry for it. go on—cry.”

she grabs your face. slaps your cheek. not hard enough to hurt, just enough to try to get your attention.

but you don’t react.

and that’s the first second her brain stutters.

her hand slows. her hips falter.

“ma?”

your eyes are still open. your mouth parted. you’re still taking it, but something in you isn’t there.

you’re not whining. not squirming. not begging.

just quiet.

too quiet.

her heart drops in worry.

“baby?”

she freezes. pulls out immediately, the strap wet and dripping between your legs, her hands flying to your face.

“shit—shit. baby. baby, look at me.”

you blink slow. lips trembling.

“paige…”

her whole body goes still.

“fuck. fuck, i’m so sorry—are you okay? fuck, what did i do?”

her voice cracks. her hands shake.

“talk to me, baby. please. please say something.”

she’s off you in a second. strap hitting the floor with a dull thud. her hands are all over you now, but gentle—so gentle, like she’s scared you’ll shatter if she touches you wrong again.

“baby. hey. hey, breathe with me, okay? i’ve got you.”

her voice is shaking. she cups your face with both hands, wipes at your tears with her thumbs even though they just keep coming.

you try to speak but nothing really comes out. your throat’s too tight.

“oh my God.” she presses her forehead to yours. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i didn’t know—i didn’t see it.”

you nod a little, but you’re still curled in on yourself. still shaking.

“i pushed too far. i didn’t check. i should’ve checked, mama.”

she’s crying now too. just quiet, broken breaths.

“you didn’t even say stop,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

she freezes. looks down at you like her heart just split in two.

“because you didn’t think it’d matter?”

you nod again.

her whole body folds over yours, arms wrapping around you like a blanket.

“it matters. it matters so fucking much. you matter. God, baby, i’m so fucking sorry.”

you bury your face in her neck and she rocks you, slow. holding you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.

“you’re not him, it’s okay,” you murmur, barely audible.

her arms tighten.

“i know. but i acted like i was. i wasn’t thinking. i got jealous and lost in it and i hurt you, and i hate that.”

she kisses your forehead. your temple. your cheeks.

“you should’ve been able to tell me. and i should’ve seen it. i swear to God, it’ll never happen again.”

you’re still crying, but you don’t feel scared anymore. just cracked open. raw. but safe now.

“can i clean you up?” she whispers. “get you water, put you in the shower, anything you want. just let me take care of you.”

you nod.

“stay close though?”

her face softens in this heartbreaking kind of way.

“i’m not goin’ anywhere, mama, not a chance.”

she kisses you again, softer than she’s ever touched you before.

she helps you to the bathroom like you’re made of glass, one arm around your waist, the other holding your hand tight. the lights stay low, her shirt still on the floor where she dropped it earlier. everything’s quiet but warm.

she turns on the water, checks the temperature three times.

“not too hot, not too cold,” she murmurs. “we’re goin’ full goldilocks in here.”

you let out the tiniest snort through your nose, and her eyes light up like it’s the biggest win of her life.

“oh shit—was that a giggle? from my girl? say less, imma start doin’ a stand-up routine in here.”

you shake your head, wiping your eyes, and she presses a kiss to your temple.

“i’m serious,” she says, lifting your shirt over your head with careful fingers. “i’ll do impressions. dance. sing. whatever it takes to make you smile again.”

“yeah you can’t sing,” you mumble.

she gasps, dramatically offended.

“rude. i’m basically the next beyoncé.”

you let out a real laugh this time, soft and small, and she just melts.

she gets you in the shower and steps in with you, because she doesn’t wanna leave your side for even a second. she grabs your favorite body wash and lathers it slow over your shoulders and back, gentle as hell.

“see?” she murmurs against your neck. “good girls get the spa treatment.”

you lean into her, finally relaxing, and she wraps both arms around you from behind. her chin rests on your shoulder, and you just stand there together under the spray.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?” she whispers. “even if it’s scary. even if it’s hard. i’ll listen. i wanna listen.”

you nod, and she kisses your shoulder.

“and if anybody ever made you feel like your voice didn’t matter,” she says quietly, “i’ll spend the rest of my life proving them wrong.”

you blink fast, heart aching in a softer way now.

“okay,” you whisper. “i know.”

she holds you tighter.

“we’re gonna be okay,” she promises. “and i’m gonna keep makin’ you laugh. even if i gotta sing off-key or do a little ass dance in this shower. whatever you need, mama.”

you glance back at her, smile faint but real.

“you better dance, then.”

her eyes go wide.

“say less.”

she immediately starts moving, slipping a little, doing the ugliest shimmy you’ve ever seen, and you laugh so hard you almost fall into her.

she catches you, grinning.

“there she is.”

after the shower, she wraps you in the fluffiest towel she owns. “gonna start a petition to make you a national treasure,” she mumbles, kissing your damp forehead between gentle pats. “i’ll get signatures from the whole w. even sabrina.”

“that’s serious,” you whisper, and she grins.

“deadass. you think i’m playin’?”

she leads you back to bed after getting you both dressed like it’s some sacred thing. pulls back the covers, lets you climb in first. everything smells like her. clean laundry, vanilla lotion, the faint trace of her cologne clinging to the pillows.

she crawls in behind you and tugs you into her chest. doesn’t even hesitate.

arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. her body heat wrapping around you like a promise.

you melt into her, letting her hold all your weight.

“feel okay?” she whispers against your temple.

you nod.

“still sore,” you admit.

she tenses for half a second, then exhales, kissing your hair.

“i hate that i did that to you.”

“you didn’t mean to.”

“still.” her voice breaks a little. “i should’ve known. i should’ve seen it.”

you turn in her arms to face her, nose brushing hers.

“you saw it when it counted.”

she closes her eyes. rests her forehead against yours.

“i swear to God, baby,” she breathes, “next time i’ll be better. i’ll listen. i’ll slow down. we’ll go at your pace, no matter what it is.”

you nod, fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt. just touching. grounding.

“thank you.”

she opens her eyes again, blinking slow.

“you’re so good, you know that? like, so fucking good. not just in bed or whatever. just you..”

you smile, barely.

“you make it easier to be.”

she makes this soft sound in the back of her throat. then she’s kissing you again—slow and long and quiet.

nothing rushed. nothing greedy. just her lips on yours like she’s saying sorry, and thank you, and i love you all in one.

“can i rub your thighs? or your back?” she asks once you’re tucked under her chin again. “just wanna make you feel good.”

“you don’t have to ask,” you murmur, eyes already fluttering.

she reaches for the lotion on her nightstand without even shifting you off her chest. warms it up in her palms first, then starts rubbing gentle circles into your thighs. over every sore spot, every place she’d left too much of herself behind.

“there we go,” she whispers. “my girl. my pretty baby. all safe now.”

you hum. let your eyes fall shut.

“stay here,” you mumble.

she smiles.

“it’s my apartment, silly.”

you both giggle, getting closer together.

she keeps touching you until your breathing evens out, until you fall asleep in her arms, skin still damp, heart still soft, body finally at peace.

and even after that, she stays wide awake.

watching over you.

holding you like she’ll never let go.

© fuddaround ౨ৎ @daffodil-darlings

[no-144444]

false starts and unthinkable mistakes- o.piastri 81

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summary: oscar comes to you after a difficult race

pairing: oscar piastri (81) x Wolff fem reader

a/n: so yall… I wrote this on thursday before spa and guys… im feeling like a psychic now and not in a good way wtf.

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A false p1? What the fuck? He’d worked his ass off, driven perfectly, made all the right calls, and still it wasn’t enough because the car was 2 fucking kilograms underweight. It meant all his hard work was for nothing.

Fuck that.

Oscar walked through the paddock, a frown firmly on his lips as Lando and Zak tried helplessly to comfort him, but it was no use. He’d been disqualified, and you weren’t even there to comfort him. He did realise how this would have to happen someday, especially since he was dating another team’s lead engineer, but another part of him just wanted you to be there and hold him, the second he got off the podium. He wanted to share his victory with you, kiss you like the other boys were allowed to kiss their girlfriends, but Toto (also, sadly, your father) would never let you.

And then he wanted you waiting outside the stewards room for him after.

But you were probably too busy celebrating.

He walked into his room, thanking the boys for their kind words, but ultimately just wanting to be alone.

“Hi,” your soft voice surprised him. He whipped his head around to see you sitting on his bed, still in full Mercedes uniform. “Are you ok?”

He didn’t think about it, any of it. He didn’t think about the open door, all the cameras nearby, the open window that was at street level, he didn’t care.

He stalked over to you in 3 long steps, and kissed you, right then and there.

He felt you try to pull away, but his grip on your waist wouldn’t let you, as well as the arm wrapped around your neck. He wasn’t letting you go.

“Baby-“ you pulled away chuckling as he caught his breath. “Relax, I’m right here.”

He smiled, for the first time in an hour. “I know,” he took a deep breath. “Just happy to see you.”

You smiled. “How was the FIA?”

He sighed, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Bullshit.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“I don’t care though,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “ ‘Cause you’re here.”

He felt your smile against his neck and felt a sense of pride in his chest.

“How did you sneak away so quickly?”

“My dad and I got in a fight over something stupid and he said he wanted me gone, so I left,” you shrugged.

Oscar held his breath. “Was it a fight over…?”

“Us? Yeah,” you clarified. “He wants us to break up.”

Oscar could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute. “Oh.”

“I told him he could shove it. Don’t worry Piastri, you’re stuck with me forever,” you chuckled, then pressed a comforting kiss to his neck.

He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, and smirked. “Good.”

You kissed up his neck and his jaw, then landed on his lips, but pulled away when you heard the camera click.

One of the well-known photographers was at the door, looking guilty.

“Hey!” Oscar shouted, but they were already down the hall by the time you two got up.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he closed the door. “That’s going to be main news tomorrow.”

“It’s alright,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest. “We’re fine.”

You nodded, trying desperately to believe him but knowing it would definitely test things, especially with your dad.

“And don’t worry about your dad. I’m going to go talk to him,” Oscar promised.

“Osc, I can’t ask you to do that, no,” you shook your head, though you really didn’t want to deal with Toto’s inevitable hissyfit. You also didn’t want to deal with all the shit the press was going to say about you two. You could hear the articles already; “Oscar Piastri and Y/n Wolff. F1 princess going for the next winner?” And other shit like “Did Toto Wolff disown his daughter after she went to McLaren?”

And you knew your dad wouldn’t hold back on details if he was asked about it. He’d tell them you’d been dating for 2 years, he’d tell them you two lived together in the off-season, and he’d tell them that he didn’t approve.

“It’s alright,” he soothed. “I’m going to have to talk to him sometime.”

You nodded, but hoped Oscar wouldn’t.

“Anyways, let’s just relax for a few hours, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You two lay together for a few hours, just watching some random show you two liked, and you fell asleep in his arms.

You two would be fine. Oscar would make sure of it.

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[starryeyed-apple]

a fresh start (back to the beginning)

part i of small town au xavier series

synopsis: you thought that once you left your hometown, you were done with it forever. but fate has a funny way of working itself out, and your world falling apart drives you to return. and in the back of your mind, you can't help but remember him...

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 2.4k ★content: fluff and some angst, humor. small town dynamics, returning to hometown, childhood crushes. reader's grandpa had a health emergency as part of the plot (he's okay). reader is a medical coder, and still has heart problems. brief zayne mention (back in the city). mainly exposition in this chapter. ★a/n: YIPPEE YIPPEEEE im so excited to be starting this one. please be patient with me as this is the first series I've done in a while, and it may take time to get updates out because I want to take my time and have fun with this <3 ★masterlist ★read on ao3 ★series masterlist

Maybe you should've known, that despite everything in you trying to stay away, you'd always come back again.

There's a rush of relief when you see the deer on the town's welcome sign once you turn off the freeway, mixed with a sinking feeling of dread. A sensation that you've never been able to shake. A deep seated disappointment that yes, every road you'd taken away from here had eventually led you straight back.

You'd tried. You really did.

And you'd done pretty well for yourself, for a while. You'd landed a career that actually suited your education, one with benefits and a retirement plan on top of that. Also, it didn't make you want to peel your skin off 24/7, so that was a bonus.

You had a nice little townhouse all to yourself, with low enough rent, and good restaurants near your neighborhood.

A tight-knit group of sweet friends pulled you along with them when they went out on the weekends. And your boy—

You pause in your reminiscing, glancing down towards your hand on the steering wheel when you turn the car off the main street.

Yeah, no. Not thinking about that.

But it all boiled down to that phone call that nearly stopped your heart, already too faint for its own good all on its own.

The stop sign right before you turn onto your street is still a little crooked, a monument to the storm that had ravaged through the town back in '02. You'd only been a kid, and remembered how the water on the street came up to your knees before Gramps had swept you back inside.

Gramps, you think with an ache in your heart, hands tightening on the steering wheel before you force your grip to loosen.

His old beat-up truck is still in the driveway when you pull in next to it, and you have to remind yourself that that's all the scare was—fear, unrealized.

He was still inside, still okay. Maybe a little worse for wear, but alive.

Still, you wouldn't believe it until you saw it.

And so you're rushing out of the car when you've barely turned the ignition off. The keys dangle in your shaky hands when you take the steps up to the front door two at a time, an unbidden sob escaping your throat when the door's already opening.

Your grandpa just smiles, waving you closer from the wheelchair that his longtime neighbor pushes out—the very neighbor who'd found him passed out in the driver's seat of his truck when they came home after work.

"Oh, my girl," he sighs when you collapse into the hug he's waiting for, crying into his shoulder.

His wrinkled hand comes to pat the top of your head, and you finally feel at ease for the first time in the last 48 hours, since you'd gotten the call he was in the hospital. It was just a mini-stroke, they'd reassured, and you wanted to laugh bitterly if the sound wasn't stuck in your throat. Just.

"I'm okay. It's all okay now."

He wipes your tears and laughs, deep and joyous, when you pout at him.

"You scared me." You try not to sound like a whiny child, but the sound escapes you anyway, afraid you'd lost the only family you'd ever had in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, girlie." He pats your head again, smiling, and it brings the first smile in the past two days onto your face. Relief finally floods your chest, and you deflate with it. "Come on, let's get you inside. Have you eaten? You look more like death than I do."

You laugh at the familiar dark humor as you grab onto his wheelchair handles to push him inside. Shooting a grateful glance towards Bethany, your neighbor, you mouth a sincere thank you. She just smiles.

"Anytime, sweetie," she hums, tucking your hair behind your ear, and the familiarity soothes that ache that still sits in your chest.

That persistent, gnawing feeling that now that you're back, you're not getting out again.

Still, there's comfort when she offers a warm greeting to your return, "Welcome home."

With a quiet groan, you squint at your laptop screen, all the letters making up the medical jargon jumbling together. You reread the sentence about which vein had been surgically connected to which artery for the fifth time, glance towards the codes, and lean back in your chair.

It had only been a week back home, and you were already going crazy. You could still do all your work remotely, thank god—but that just meant you were stuck with the same work and same old views all day, now. It was hard not to start feeling stir-crazy already, missing the life you had built for yourself.

Even if it had already started falling apart before you got the call.

Rubbing the heels of your palms against your eyes, you sigh, blinking rapidly at the lights that swim in your vision when you pull them back.

"Too many veins. Too many fucking arteries," you grumble, reaching for another sip of your latte, only to discover you were on its last dregs again. "Aarya—"

"No way," the barista calls from the counter, leveling you with a glare that rivals your own. "That's the second one you've had today, missy. I'm not making you another one, I know how your heart acts up when you've had too much."

You groan and huff, head dropping onto your arms on the corner of the table where you'd set up your work.

"It's not my fault." You switch tactics to whining instead, smirking into your arms when you sneak a glance to see your old high school friend wincing at the sound. If it grated on her nerves enough, she'd give in. She always had. "This is the fifth cardiovascular surgery in a row."

"That's too bad," Aarya sings, shooting you a smirk when you lift your head to glare at her. "Hey, you wanted to move to the city to work for a big hospital, now you have to deal with the consequences."

You stick your tongue out at her, and she returns it with a rude gesture that makes you bark out a laugh. It eases that tension at the base of your neck, and you sigh, rolling out the remaining tightness.

Glancing out the window you're seated next to, you squint at the small stage set up at the civic center right across the street from your favorite coffee shop.

"What's going on over there?" you ask, glancing over the small crowd that had gathered around whoever was giving a speech on stage.

Aarya leaves the counter to walk up behind you, leaning down to get a better look.

"Oh, that." She rolls her eyes, disinterested. "It's re-election time."

You look at the speaker for a few more seconds. Their platinum blond hair is graying, eyes too blue even from a distance, and then realization hits you.

"Is Mayor Shen still the mayor?"

"Yup," with a pop of the p, she shoots you a knowing smirk. "Some things never change, do they?"

"Is that even legal?" you ask, trying to remember if there was ever a time when the richest man in town hadn't also ran it. "Can you be mayor of a town for that long?"

"Who knows?" Aarya throws up her hands with a shrug, readjusting her septum piercing before sitting across from you. "Small towns and all that. People like things to stay the same."

"I guess so," you mutter, chin propped on your hand as you look back at your friend. "Does anybody even run against him?"

"Yeah, sometimes. I think somebody else is campaigning this year, but I can't remember who." She smirks, a familiar look in all its cynical charm. "They'll lose anyway."

You sigh, shaking your head as you look back at your laptop screen. With a groan, you slam it shut, earning an arch of Aarya's pierced eyebrow.

"Dr. Li will forgive me for taking a break," you tell her with a bright smile, and she huffs out a laugh.

"Dr. Li sounds like a merciful boss."

"Sometimes," you allow with a shrug. Zayne could be sweet if the mood struck him, especially if you were catering to his sweet tooth.

The surgeon was far too serious for his own good, but you had grown fond of him in the time you worked for the cardiovascular department in Linkon City's top hospital. His medical reports were way more organized than most other doctors you've coded for, and he was patient whenever you needed to ask for clarification.

"He's not really my boss, though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." You nod, staring longingly at what had once been a full cup of coffee, as if willing it to refill on its own. "Hospital administration pays me."

Your phone chimes with a medication reminder, and you pass on the message in a quick text to your grandpa. Waiting, you see the read notification light up with the time, and frown when there's no further response.

With a sigh, you push yourself up from your seat, tucking your laptop back into your tote bag.

"Gotta go check on the old man," you explain at Aarya's questioning look. Fondness coats your voice at the nickname for him, emphasizing your hushed worry, and she softens.

"How's he doing?" she asks, her voice notably quieter, kinder than her usual harsh-edged monotone that you love so dearly.

"He's good," you brush off, because he was. Because he had to be.

You couldn't entertain any notion that he wasn't, even if he was remaining tight-lipped on everything the doctors had to say in his brief hospital visit. Stubborn as always, just like he'd raised you to be.

"Yeah, he's good."

"Good." Aarya is nodding, her mouth opening to say something else, but you're already spinning around towards the door, your practically empty drink in hand in preparation to throw away.

You stumble back in surprise when you collide right into somebody else as they walk into the café.

The jingle of the bell distantly rings in your mind while you sway dangerously, steadied by the gentle strength in the hands that quickly come around your shoulders.

"Woah," you hear a soft voice mumble.

It's faintly familiar in its melodic lilt, and your widening eyes shoot up towards its owner.

Deep blue eyes peer back at you, slowly widening a fraction as they take you in.

"Xavier," you breathe, and clear your throat. "Uh. Hi."

Xavier Shen blinks a few times.

Long, slow blinks, his head tilting to the side as he continues to take you in. It makes the bangs of his fluffy, silvery blond hair fall across his gaze, and he doesn't even bother to push it back.

"Oh," he finally says after a long moment that feels more and more like eternity. "It's you."

You try not to wince at the utterly lackluster reaction. Or retreat into your shell because of how long it took him to even recognize you.

"Yup." You attempt a laugh, grimacing internally when it comes out strained. "It's me…hi."

Trying to wave awkwardly, it gets even more awkward when you remember your cup is still in your hand.

The awkwardness intensifies when you realize even though it wasn't completely empty before, it's definitely empty now.

"Oh, shit," you hiss, eyes narrowing in on the very noticeable little coffee stain over the pocket of the completely white, pure as fucking snow hoodie that Xavier was wearing.

Your face heats up when he looks down and slowly blinks again.

"I'm so, so sorry," you begin to ramble, hovering around him in a panic. He just stares at the stain, then back up at you. "I—I can pay for you to get it cleaned, or get you a new—"

"It's fine," he interrupts you, not even trying to cover up the yawn that stretches across his face.

He rubs at his eyes, and with the tiniest tilt of his head that can hardly even be called a nod—honestly, it easily could've just been him looking at the menu behind you—he moves past you.

You're left blinking rapidly, empty cup still in hand, staring at the door you had been about to exit through.

You hear him ordering a drink from Aarya behind you, in that same soft-spoken tone he'd always had, and you try not to feel like you've just been left in the dust. A toy never even taken out of its box.

Some things never change, do they? You can practically hear Aarya's voice as you feel the weight of her gaze on your back when you leave, in a daze all the way back to your parked car.

Well.

That…wasn't exactly how you'd imagined it.

But in hindsight, it was Xavier Shen.

Effortlessly cool, top student Xavier Shen, having not a single care in the world as he aced every single test while hardly lifting a finger to study. Sleeping in the back of the classroom and finishing an exam in ten minutes when it was passed back to him.

Xavier Shen, who led the school's fencing team all the way to the national level of competition, and came home with the only first place trophy to grace its barren display cases. And another trophy every year after that, his name shining proudly on the top of the team's list on the shiny plaque.

Xavier Shen, only son of the rich and successful mayor, unsmiling but present in every newspaper photo of a town charity event.

Xavier, who disappeared from school for days or weeks a time, and came back paler, more tired than before.

Xavier, valedictorian and refusing to make a speech. Xavier, never bothering to show up at a school dance, absent even when he won the title of prom king.

Except for…

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you sink further into the driver's seat. Your face is hot when you bury it in your hands, banging your forehead against your steering wheel.

Popular without trying, without even caring, aloof and beautiful Xavier Shen.

Who met your eyes every time you would sneak a glance back at him. Who never said anything when you passed him in the halls, even with the way your eyes were glued to his every move.

Xavier, your biggest childhood crush, who hardly knew you ever even existed.

So maybe it should've been all you expected after all.

[balladofboothill]

Fifth Third

Joe burrow x wnba player!r

an : we're gonna pretend Cincinnati has a wnba team, Cleveland had one called the rockers a while ago so im just gonna use that

warnings : nothing just a nosy reporter and allusions to sex

To say everything hurt was an understatement, you had zoned out a while ago, losing track of what your coach was droning on about. Rockers has gotten their first play off win in franchise history but not without you being fouled and shoved over and over again. Being snapped out of your trance when some reporter asked about the bengals jersey you had worn to this game and how it felt to be back in Cincinnati. Fumbling over your own words spitting out an answer of "yeah it feels amazing to be back home and bring this team their first playoff win, I spent 3 of my college years here at this arena so it feels like I never left. And on the jersey, I gotta rep the city's greatest." You say with a dry laugh. "Please let this be over soon." You silently beg what ever god might be listening.

"Private but not a secret" was the best way to describe your relationship with Joe, meeting at Paris fashion week and the rest has been history. When the wnba announced the Cincinnati expansion team you knew that you should go back home, more importantly back to Joe.

After what felt like forever you were finally freed from the press, gathering all your bags and sending a "be home in 20 :)" text to Joe, even though he's 100% asleep on the couch. After a mind numbing drive home you finally reach the road you and Joe live on. Almost feeling the rain shower that was installed last winter for moments like this.

"Joe I'm back." You yell in the entry way flinging all your bags down, that's a later you issue. Suddenly you hear the sound of pans hitting the tile of your kitchen. "It's fineee don't worry." Joe yells back, mentally cursing himself out for ruining his suprise of making a a sheet of your favorite cookies to celebrate the win.

Turning a corner you see every pan you own on the floor and Joe looking like a kicked puppy. "What the hell happened here baby." You pry, "uhhh I was trying you make you those cookies your grandmother always made you post win but the fucking drawer we keep the pans in broke." He mumbled out. He was very confused once you bust out laughing, between heaves he works out "you're so cute" and "this is so sweet but you need supervision in the kitchen"

Pulling him in to a hug and kissing his bright red cheek, "you are the best ever, thank you so much baby." You say grabbing a cookie, Joe let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you tell him "these are so fucking good."

You really needed to shower, the bright orange rocker shirt was stuck to you at this point, spinning around to go to the shower, "aren't you gonna join me? If you wanna congratulate me on this win I have an idea." Teasing Joe always worked in your favor

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[miniimight]

Gotta admit the way you write midoriya is just so... Literally can't find the words to describe it. I had this scenario I wished to request of you it's okay if you don't want to do it. Midoriya with an significant other that hears people taking about them, not deserving of him and how they are using him for his fame and all, then he teaches them a lesson?

DEFENDING YOU the gossip around the office gets on his nerves a lil bit

with izukuuuuu :heart: + gn!reader

notes absolutely in love with this request ! thanks for reading my stuffs <3

a while after you were revealed as his girlfriend, izuku was faced with many backhanded comments about his relationship. sure, they were few and far between, but when they did happen he felt his self-control diminishing way faster than usual. especially if that person had the balls to say it to his face.

to be completely honest, he thought that everyone else should mind their own fucking business. he doesn't kid around when it comes to the people he cares about. the fact that he wants and needs you is enough.

but, nonetheless. people will still run their mouths.

it was another casual day in the office. you had the day off work and he was stuck at the agency headquarters, flipping through paperwork.

you were excited to see him. izuku had been holed up in work for what seemed like forever, and you were so happy to get the chance to spend time with each other during the coming weekend.

as you walked through the halls, you noticed the eyes following you. they were hard to miss, but they were part of the routine at this point. you soon found yourself in the elevator, head ducked as you pulled out your phone.

izu: you coming up soon baby?

you: yeah, i'm like 5 mins away

you: okay im in the lobby, heading up rn

izu: yayyy can't wait to see you, love :3

you smiled softly to yourself. when you looked up, the elevator was packed; all you could see were the backs of the seven or so individuals in front of you, pushing you into the corner. your stomach felt a little uneasy, thinking about how you'd have to tell these people to move to let you through, but you remembered izuku was on the top floor. there was no way they were all heading there.

the hushed voices of a few employees made your heart pound.

"you're talking about deku's s/o?"

"yeah! aren't they... i dunno. a little out of his league?"

"i'm saying! like i'd get it if they were maybe a model or something. but they're literally just a civilian. how disappointing is that? like uravity is right there."

"i'm sure they're just using him for his fame. he's in the field so much with other badass heroes, they probably barely get to see him. if deku wasn't deku, they'd dip in a heartbeat."

they all laughed.

you wanted to stop listening. flood your mind with meaningless thoughts to distract you. but you couldn't resist tuning in, feeding your insecurities and doubt.

the ding of the elevator saved you. they filed out of the elevator, leaving you with the cheerful jingle of the lift.

you were quiet as you walked down the long halls of the top floor, their words echoing in your mind. you knew they weren't true—and god, would izuku reassure the fuck out of you—but negativity was negativity. and negativity had a way of finding cracks and slipping through.

the giant glass doors slid over the tiled floor soundlessly, yet izuku's head popped up from behind all the papers and files at your arrival.

a huge grin bloomed on his face as he sped over to you, paperwork forgotten. "hello, honey. did you get up here okay?"

"yeah," you smiled and held up a takeout bag. "i got some snacks for us."

izuku's calculating gaze bore into you as he gingerly accepted the bag. "you alright?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head in confusion. of course he noticed. "yeah, i'm good." the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out even more.

his brows furrowed. he stepped closer to you, his hands resting on your waist. "don't lie to me, sweetheart." his tone was scolding but his eyes were gentle. "what's bothering you?"

you pursed your lips, sighing. "just a couple people talking about us, 'n how i don't deserve you—"

you felt him stiffen, his expression going cold.

"how i'm using you for the fame, blah, blah, blah." you forced a smile, trying to play it off in an amusing light. "you know, the usual."

izuku was tightlipped, responding only with a "hmm."

he was staring at the wall behind you, eyes narrowed as if he'd seen a villain or something. you knew that expression well.

you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you. "hey. it's okay, izu, i'm used to it. don't mind them, alright?"

izuku's gaze softened and he leaned into one of your palms, the other lifted off his face by his own hand. he pressed a little kiss to your wrist, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you both walked out his office.

he decided to drop it, and just love the shit out of you as an apology for experiencing such disrespect. even if he did everything in his power to make sure everyone knew he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him, he still felt guilty when people attacked you.

he still had many questions: who were they, what floor did they get off, and how can i discipline them? he usually felt sympathy for when employees messed up, but suddenly... he wasn't against firing them all.

the ride down to the lobby was filled with many adoring employees who giggled at the sight of the pro-hero, a phenomenon you were also very familiar with.

soon, you were gliding through the lobby, so close to freedom when he picks up on the idle chatter he hates so much.

"i think that's them!"

"it is. woah, his s/o is way more dull when you see 'em next to each other."

izuku grit his teeth. his eyes glanced down to you, seeing the way you blinked and pursed your lips. he suddenly paused. you walked forward a couple steps before you were tugged back by his stationary hand.

you looked at him curiously. "izu..?" your eyes darted around, lingering on the three that said those things about you.

he smiled, bending over you as he kissed your lips gently, pecking your forehead as well. "why don't you go to the car, love? i'll catch up in a second."

you gave him a warning look, noticing how he was drifting to where the three sat. "izu... really, let's just go."

he kissed you again and your head was swimming. "i'll only be a minute, angel. go on." he pat your back and watched as you left the lobby. when he turned around his expression was completely different.

he walked over to the three people, who instantly straightened at his approach. they shared glances with each other, both a little scared and confused.

"hello." izuku smiled, but there was no indication that he was happy. "i'm deku, and you all are..?"

they meekly listed their names, to which izuku took mental notes and nodded.

"great. uhm, i overheard you talking about my s/o?" he cocked his head to the side. "please, i'd love to hear your thoughts." he chuckles. "i'm kinda obsessed with them, or whatever."

"o-oh..." they stutter and avoid his gaze, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "no, it was nothing, really."

"hmm? nothing?" izuku and his months of public appearance training only made him more intimidating when angry; the joyless smile he wore as annoyance bubbled through him was ten times worse then any outright show of anger. "are you sure?"

"yes! promise." one nods eagerly.

he laughs mirthlessly and the three weakly chuckled along, thinking they were out of trouble. leaning close to them, his voice dropped into a low hum. "i'd like to keep it that way, yeah? let's not make them sad just so you could feel like you have an opinion about something that does not concern you whatsoever."

the three held onto each other, eyes rounded with shock as they listened to the pro-hero before them.

izuku's head tilted ever-so-slightly. "well?"

they began to trip over each other with their agreement, yes, of course! we wouldn't dream of it. consider it done! whatever you say!

izuku flashed his famous smile. "glad we got that sorted out. and just so that we're crystal clear, if i—or anyone for that matter—catch you talking down on my s/o again..." he pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing in thought. "i'd hate to have to terminate your contracts... it's a lot of paperwork, you know?"

they shook their heads, bowing deeply to the pro-hero. "never again, sir!"

"great!" izuku chirped. "bye!"

[]

your leg bobbed nervously in the car, wondering what izuku was doing and if you should go in there and see for yourself. just as you were about to act, you saw his green hair bob over the cars beside you, eventually coming into view.

you exhaled in relief as he slipped into the driver's seat, sighing happily. he turned to stare at you, leaning dreamily over the steering wheel. you smiled, though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"you're so pretty." he sighed.

"i—" you blinked, laughing. "thank you, baby."

"i'm so lucky to have you..." he continued, leaning over the compartment separating your seats.

you giggled, matching his energy. "mhmm."

he gave you a lopsided smile. "you deserve everything i have and more."

your face felt warm as you shy away from him, knowing why he was spouting all these affirmations. his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face. his hair brushed against your forehead as he captured your lips. he grinned at you when he pulled away, staring at you with such adoration.

"so..." you ignore your racing heart and try to regulate your breathing. "are you gonna tell me what happened?"

he squished your cheeks before turning back in his seat, starting the car. "nope!"

you smiled and rolled your eyes, uncertainties gone and doubt erased. in the end, you weren't ever bothered. and strangely, you never saw those three faces again.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[tthoughtdaughter]

bad habits.

pairing: dealer!ellie x reader.

summary: when you were a kid you had always put a pillow or a big stuffed animal between your legs, you honestly felt comfort by it. but tonight you decided it was going to be somebodies head.

warnings: uh widely ellie giving head?, use of drugs, girls kissing 🤯, swearing, a little bit of dacryphilia, pretty self-indulgent i know its weird im sorry ��� MINORS DNI !!

a/n: just because the strikes ended does not mean you shouldnt stop posting about palestine!

———————

you were helpless, depressed even. being locked up in your dorm for god knows how long. your friends had been nagging you about various parties on campus, you simply just left them on read, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the party.

it wasnt until now that you had decided to go. not because you wanted to, you were going against your own will.

your friends, isabella, mattie and thea were forcing you out of your dorm because the state you were in right now was just honestly disgusting.

you were packing a bag to go over to isabellas house because they werent letting you stay in that dorm for a minute more, when thea said. “youve been stuck in here for forever, we havent seen you in awhile, we miss you girl.”

you sighed, reaching over to your closet to find an outfit appropriate for tonight. “look i know, things just havent been the best right now.” you didnt bother to look back because you know all thats going to be written on their faces will be pity.

“can you guys help me pick an outfit atleast?” they squeal, marching over to you before yanking you out of their ways.

mattie held up a dress, it was pink, delicate, something you would were on a picnic.

“dude, thats so basic.” isabella called out from the side, rolling her eyes at matties choice.

“i dont wear stuff like this— how would i fucking know?” she huffed.

“calm down guys, why dont we let ms depresso give us an idea of what she wants?” thea shouts over the teo annoyingly loud girls.

“i— depresso? seriously? not even funny.” you roll your eyes before pulling up pinterest on your phone, you always managed to find decent outfits off of the app.

you typed in ‘party outfits aesthetic.’ before you landed on something similar you had in your closet.

the outfit had a mini, mini, mini, mini black skirt paired with a black lettuce-cut, corset bralette looking thingy and just below that, knee-high boots. you admit it, you looked hot as fuck.

“damn girl, if i were gay id definitely hit you up.” way to go isabella, way to go.

“oh please youre totally into girls, youre acting like you dont eye that dina girl everytime we walk around her area on campus.” mattie adds.

isabella did everything in her will power to ignore the comment, but she couldnt help but blush.

the look of approval shot around the room was hilarious and you all burst out into laughter. you really havent felt this good in awhile.

quickly memorising the girl mattie had mentioned before, you could remember she would always be hanging around with someone else.

“hey, any of you know the girl dina hangs with? i cant think of her name.” you think hard, like really hard, you knew the girl was attractive from all the times you had seen her since isabella coincidentally hung there too.

“yeah, her names ellie, i buy from her sometimes. why, you got the hots for her?” thea teases.

“just shut up and give me her insta.” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving the girl as the two others made ‘oooooh’ sounds.

“fine, just give me a second.” thea whips out her phone and starts going through her following. she clicks on a profile and holds the phone up to you so you could get a good look.

her account was private, by the looks of it she had a batman smoking weed profile picture? interesting.. her user was ‘@ellieisawesome327.’

sounds like a name some 5 year old would put on secretly. “oh, interesting.” you couldnt help but giggle, she obviously wasnt the best at using this stuff.”

you pulled out your phone and searched for her user, you didnt follow it just yet, you thought it would be creepy since she didnt know you at all. you simply just kept the name in the search bar, ready for when you actually want to follow her.

———————

a few hours had passed and you all had gotten done up, makeup, hair, outfits, everything you would do before a party.

“whos car we taken’?” mattie asked. you and the others looked at her like she was some idiot.

“theres only one car in the driveway, take a guess numbskull?” thea pointed out, mattie pouted.

“rude.” she huffed. turning around to scroll on tiktok.

you were sitting on the bed, getting comfy since the party wasnt for another hour, when you spotted one of isabellas pillow. you had put it between your legs, you found some comfort in doing that ever since you were a kid, it was a weird and bad habit.

“whatre ya’ doin silly?” isabella pointed out, she sort of new you had this weird habit of putting things between your legs.

“getting comfy, what does it look like?” you roll your eyes, scrolling through your instagram feed.

“if you actually want something between your legs, try and get head tonight.” isabella added. it was a harmless joke, your group had always joked like this. you toned out the muffled giggles in the back thinking if you should actually get laid tonight.

it had been awhile since you had had sex, and it was getting annoying hearing everyones ‘wild’ stories.

you tool the pillow out from between your legs and threw it back into its position it was in before.

“you guys think we should get going? the parties in twenty minutes.” thea said. you all nodded and got up from your positions to march off to the car.

the drive was ten minutes, you put on your group playlist, it was made for roadtrips you guys took every once and awhile. but tonight you just needed to hear something other then their voices.

you were all vibing to the music when it eventually came to a stop. you sighed and got out of the car, shivering as the cold wind hit your very exposed body.

everyone walked in, it wasnt exactly packed, but you hesitated and mattie noticed that.

mattie was the average femme grouped masc. the one to carry around the shopping bags when you went shopping kind of girl. she was sweet, there were times where you had found yourself harmlessly crushing over her. she knew you had a bit of anxiety and offered you some of her meds before leaving but you kindly declined.

now obviously regretting your decision, she gripped onto your hand and squeezed it tight, for reassurance. you smiled and walked in with the others.

———————

it had been 2 hours and the group had split, isa probably off eating dinas face off, mattie chatting with some of the guys from a basketball team she had played against when faking being a guy as a dare, and thea off buying or even selling drugs. you were sat on a dusty old couch, not exactly wasted but definitely not sober.

you hadnt noticed you were sitting next to the girl whos instagram you were stalking earlier. but the realisation hit when you smelt weed from her direction.

she was very obviously eye fucking you, she wasnt even shy about it, it couldve been the weed that was in her system or she was wildly bold.

“hey?” you started off your soon long to be conversation.

“hi.” she was caught off guard when she realised you were talking to her.

“ellie right?” she nodded and you exchanged your name to her, along with numbers. you sat back further into the couch, parting your legs a little giving her a slight view of what was under you skirt. you enjoyed the fact that she was looking. a little smirk appeared on your face and she didnt notice it.

“my friend thea buys from you right?” she snapped her head up to look into your eyes. you noticed the green in her eyes under the blue hue of the lights in the room. she nodded,

“yeah why? wanna buy from me?” you shook your head.

“kinda tight on money right now, i would though.” you sighed, resting your head on your hand.

she thought for a minute. “ill share a blunt with you, only coz’ youre cute.” she winked and you blushed.

“oh, thanks..” you stare off awkwardly waiting for her to light it, she was wondering if she made you uncomfortable.

“s—sorry, didnt mean to make you uncomfortable.” you shook your head a smiled before she handed you the joint.

you took a puff and handed it back to her, waiting a bit before exhaling. you noticed she was manspreading. then you noticed she didnt quite look like any other girls that were at the party, very masculine. is she lesbian? no surely not, maybe she just likes being comfortable.

ellie was wearing a worn-out jacket, joels. she wore it everywhere she went.

she caught you staring at the position she was in, fighting the urge to spread them further. you noticed she was holding back from something and looked up at her, oh shit she caught you.

a shit eating grin was plastered on her face. “you ‘kay?” she asked, the same smug expression written all over her face.

you nodded and took the blunt out of her hand. you were blushing under the dim lights in the corner, the rest of the place was filled with colourful lights changing every second.

she started blushing too, she didnt know why. you looked up to her with parted lips. the high kind of kicking in now.

“can i.. kiss you?” you asked softly. you regretted that so hard, fuck fuck fuck she probably doesnt like girls..

she moved closer, draping a hand over your shoulder. “thought youd never ask.” she smirked before smashing her lips onto yours.

the kiss was hungry, like she was desperate for something, you couldnt quite place your tongue on it. the only thing placed on your tongue right now was hers. you kissed her back with just as much passion.

the moans you let out were absolutely pornographic. ellie knew she had to do something about this, stopping the kiss whilst you let out a whine from the lack of attention.

you were borderline wet, like waterpark wet, and it wasnt helping that you were wearing a flimsy skirt that had rode up in the process.

“cmon’ princess.” she took your hand, you felt a bit clumsy for some reason, dizzy, your head was foggy, only thinking about how good she tasted.

you followed her around as she knocked on various locked rooms. finally breaking one open, she slammed it shut, locking it and pressing you up against it. not to hard though, wouldnt wanna hurt your pretty little head.

“fuck, youre so goddamn hot.” she mumbled between kisses. you couldnt help but moan at how turned on she made you feel.

she pushed her knee up between your thighs and you shivered, grinding down onto it. chasing the very needed friction.

you wondered how such an innocent question like ‘can i kiss you?’ turned into you riding on her knee.

“els’, please..” that shit eating grin reappeared on her face and you just wanted to smack it right off, you rolled your eyes. your words and wetness only boosted her ego more.

“please what baby?” she teased. why was she teasing you? you couldnt take it. tears started bubbling in your eyes.

“please just— fuck me.” you mumble out. she liked the sight of you crying, so desperate for her. she was going to tease you more before you actually got what you wanted.

“what was that?” she smirked.

you looked up at her through teary eyes. “can you, uh— go down on me? please?” you were begging, that was a sight.

she pulled you over to the bed, through the dimly light room. “strip.”

you did as she said, it wasnt hard to take off your clothes since there was barely anything on you. first your top, leaving you in a skimpy black lacy bra to match your underwear. then came the boots and skirt.

finally, leaving you in a two piece set. she was waiting patiently for you to take them off. you dont know why you were so hesitant, maybe it was because you hadnt done this in awhile, or maybe it was because her stare was so intense it made your stomach do flips, distracting you from the easy task.

she walked over to help you since you couldnt finish what you had started. “d’ you want this?” you nodded painfully slow.

she peeled off your underwear, holding them up to get a good look before back down to your now bare cunt. it was dripping at the sight of her.

“s’ wet for me princess.” she smirked once more, if she smirked anymore her face would probably get stuck like that.

then came the bra, she asked you to turn around so she could unclip it, she was slightly struggling since she wasnt used to these fancy bras, only because she wears a sports bra.

you giggled and reached your arms behind you to take it off, turning around to leave her ogling at the sight of you.

“youre so beautiful.” you blushed, hard. she looked up at you for some sort of reassurance and you nodded.

a minute ago she was so dominant and now shes sweeter than a cookie. you adored that.

she reached her hands out to cup your tits, so soft, she thought. squeezing them and pinching your now hardened, pebbled nipples.

she elicited a moan out of you. you sat back on the bed for comfort and she dived into them. sucking harshly on your tits.

you couldnt tell if you hated it or loved it, your monas were telling her otherwise.

she left purple marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, anywhere she could mark really. you were huffing, all you needed her to do was touch you down there.

“patience baby.” she replied to your subtle huffs. you rolled your eyes, pleading with your body language as you rolled your hips into nothing.

her head moved down slowly, taking time with your body as if you werent some one night stand. did she actually like you?

she kissed all over your stomach and you felt giddy, you were giggling at how it tickled.

the she dipped her head low, taking in how soaked you were. the whole time you had been rubbing your thighs together. any subtle touch made you go crazy.

she fully dived in, and you moaned her name out, loud enough to here over the booming music. “e-els!” she teased your clit with her tongue, licking a stripe down, giving your clit kitten kisses.

her tongue reached places your fingers couldn’t surprisingly. you couldnt stop panting. it felt like heaven.

your vision was going blurry, white, if the coil in your belly bubbled anymore it was going to snap. “ellie.. i—im gonna!..” she moaned into your pussy, sending hypnotising vibrations into it.

“i know baby, come for me.” those words was the thing that snapped the bubbling coil.

you felt hot slick pool out of you, she lapped up all she could, almost overstimulating you. you were panting.

she got up and laid beside you, toying with your plush tits. you could almost fall asleep right then and there.

“alright,” she patted your thigh. “i gotta get going, heres my number though.” she pulled out a random piece of paper from her pocket and a pen. had she been preparing for this? you thought. she handed you the note like a little kindergartener and put her shirt back on.

you had the sudden urge to shove a pillow between your legs, whining from the loss. you fought back everything in you to shove the pillow that was staring at you between your legs. you watched ellie leave,

she left you on the bed looking back at you to smile before closing the door behind you. you eventually got up and put your clothes on, walking over to the bathroom that was in the small room to fix up your hair and makeup.

you realised your hand was still clutching that little piece of paper. you looked at it and read it slowly, still regaining composure.

‘**** **** **** **** message me ;) x’

you probably werent going to message her, but just incase, you slipped the note into your purse and walked out of the room going to look for you friends to take them home, luckily ellie had sobered you up.

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a/n: im sorry the ending actually sucks i was getting sick of this and i needed to get it out of my drafts. should i turn it into a series were reader actually messages ellie? idk.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Butterflies

Izukuxreader first date - butterfly sanctuary.

Izuku was the first person to congratulate you on your increase in the hero ranks, sending you a heartfelt text early in the morning.

“Morning! Congrats on becoming number 4! Super proud of you, we should do something to celebrate :) xox”

Youd both made a pact to keep in touch after UA, after all you were stuck together like glue through it all, and even after the war you still cherished each others company. On his first day of teaching you surprised him with flowers and a ‘best teacher ever’ mug, to which he obviously cried his eyes out over, and on your first ever official ranking hed sent you a dozen roses with an all might plush that said ‘number one hero to me’ written on its t shirt. You were sickening sweet best friends, and every single other person in the world could see how you felt for each other, except you two completely blind, helplessly inlove idiots. Your heart fluttered as usual at his text, face feeling warm and excited at the fact he was proud of all your hard work.

“Yeah definitely! :D Wanna grab some food or something? Xx”

Your message was almost instantly replied to,

“Date tonight. You me and hardcore sex. I want you so fucking bad but im a fucking idiot and can’t ever tell you. Also im a pussy.”

You stared blankly at the text, before another pinged through.

“Sorry about that, kacchans come to speak to my class and he arrived early so yeah…. D:”

You laughed lightly to yourself, rolling your eyes as you imaged Katsuki asking who he’s texting, blasting his phone out of his hand to reply to you and then izuku tackling him to get his phone back, even as adults they still acted like school boys when together.

“Fuck yeah, what time do you want me then?” You replied smugly, hoping that Katsuki had managed to get the phone back, so hed get increasingly more irritated that izuku had managed to land a date before him. You watched as the three little dots flickered on your screen, anticipation eating away at your smug expression as you waited for katsukis reply.

“Wait, really y/n? Youd go on a date with me….? Xx”

Fuck. Izuku had replied. It wasnt something you thought youd ever confess to him, especially not whilst he was working and Katsuki was with him. Youd always had the lingering fantasy of going on a date with him, kissing him, falling inlove and being together forever, but you were best friends, hed never shown you any intention of wanting you to your knowledge so why would he now? What the hell should you reply….

Another text appeared.

“Theres a butterfly experience tonight if you fancied going…xx”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, fuck, was he actually asking you out on a date?! Of course it had to be Katsuki forcing our hands after all this time…

“That actually sounds really cute, I’d love to! Where do I need to be and when?xx”

“Now. Come fuck me at school.”

“Katsuki fuck off.”

“😒”

“5pm at school? We can go straight from here if you want?xx”

“Perfect! See you then xx”

Your chest tightened as you agreed to the date, your heart now in your throat as excitement and anxiety flooded your veins. What did you wear? What did you do if he tried to kiss you? A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, a panic attack teetering delicately on the fence as you tried to calm your nerves. You needed a cold shower and to re-evaluate your friendship with izuku, were you getting your hopes up for nothing, or was this going to be the start of something youd always dreamt of having.

You waited outside of UA, fidgeting with your necklace as the anxiety pinched at your body, glancing your eyes towards the doors waiting for his shadow to break the gleaming sunlight dancing against the pavement. Finally, he stepped out, clutching his backpack tightly in one hand over his shoulder, and whispering to himself like he used to do all those years ago. Although he was a man now, he seemed more like his younger self, full of nervous energy and imaginary words floating around his head as he was lost in over-analysis. You chuckled lightly as his eyes darted to yours, stopping him momentarily in his tracks as he tried to force a smile your way. Just as you started walking towards him, Katsuki stomped his way out of the doors and straight towards the both of you.

“Dont have too much fun tonight guys and remember, safe words are a thing. Also, if it gets boring you know where I am y/n.” He winked at you as he pushed past you both, lingering slightly infront of you as he spoke. You rolled your eyes and grimaced at him.

“The only way I’d ever agree to go on a date with you kacchan, is if it somehow meant saving all mights life. And even then I’d consider rejecting you still.” Your words made him snarl and frown at you, his crimson eyes burning into yours as if he wanted to set you alight right there and then at your rebuttal. He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes as he walked away, muttering scornful insults your way. Izuku tried to nervously laugh off the tension as he smiled towards you, eyes glossy and fingers twitching.

“Hes been lecturing me all day about safe sex and proper date etiquette Yano, I think he’s kinda excited for me in his own weird way.”

“Like hed know anything about date etiquette…” you scoffed, staring at the back of him as he flipped you off before getting into his stupidly expensive car. Izuku plucked up the courage to extend his arm and gesture for you both to continue your journey together, his arm shaking slightly with nerves.

You walked together as the silence stretched between you two, it felt less like youd know each other for years and more like the first time youd ever spoken. You pushed the nerves a side and asked about his day, as he rambled about what it was like having pro hero dynamite join him at work, and about how all the girls desperately wanted to get his autograph. You both laughed about the fact that young girls would fancy him, and about how strange it was to be considered actual pro heros, when the topic of your date came up. Izuku nervously started playing with his hands when he detailed how Katsuki had taken his phone and asked you, then how surprised he was when you actually agreed. You darent tell him that it was to make Katsuki jealous that someone would want to date izuku and not him, and you definitely couldnt confess to him that it was something youd always wanted him to ask you. You just smiled and agreed that it was out of the blue, but that youd always kind of wanted to give it a try, because throwing away the chance to go see butterflies with someone as sweet as izuku would mean you were mentally unstable and crazy at best. He chuckled at your reply, cheeks as rosy as physically possible, as he stared down at his hands, trembling and twitching at his sides.

“Can I er…hold your hand maybe? Yano, date stuff and all that…” He averted your gaze as he asked, terrified that youd reject his advance. You laughed and grabbed his hand,

“Zuku, youve had me crying in your arms multiple times before, of course you can hold my hand. It’s not as if we don’t know each other, it’s just…slightly different I guess.” You tried to calm both of your nerves, reminding you both that you knew each other, had been through some immensity strange shit in the past, and that you trusted each other whole heartedly. His nerves calmed slightly at your reassurance, trying his best to remember that you were his best friend and not some random girl that hed asked out. He held your hand tightly, squeezing it slightly as his smile beamed across his face.

You arrived at the butterfly experience as he paid for both of your admissions, leading you towards the ice cream stand as he then ordered both of you some sweet treats to enjoy on your walk around the exhibit. You walked hand in hand around the experience, listening to him yap on about all the different types of butterflies there were, about their history and about all the random facts hed collected over the years about insects and bugs. His smile and enthusiasm seemed different now, you looked at him with more adoration and intensity as he spoke, and when he caught your eyes looking up at him,he became increasingly more flustered and nearly fell over his own feet, trying to steady himself against the wall next to him. Your laugh filled his heart as you tried to help him, offering your hand out for support. He gulped heavily and closed his eyes, preparing as much courage as he physically could before he pulled you closer to him, and gently pushed your back against the wall as he placed his arm over you.

“I er…promised kacchan I’d try to do this at least once. Im sorry if it’s too forward but…” The fluster on your face burned as you grabbed his collar and pulled him into a tender, passionate kiss. you could feel his body staking as you held him, his lip quivering slightly under the pressure of yours. As you pulled away, you could still feel the warmth from his flushed cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours, exhaling and panting slight.

“You have no idea how many years ive wanted you to do that. It seems silly now how easily I could’ve just done it but…just wow. “ His voice shook as you smiled beneath him, soaking in the moment together. He leant down and stopped just as his lips were about to press against yours, muttering quietly,

“Can I…maybe, do it again please?”

“Just up and kiss me zuku, stop thinking so much.”

“Yes mam.”

[parkerluvsu]

Artitck x fem reader comfort? reader on her period and usually they're so bad she gets sick and out of commission for the whole week. she just cries into patricks chest while Art plays nurse :(

love me more (artrick x fem! reader)

you were being punished for something. you had to be. you woke up this morning with cramps that made you curl up in pain, only allowing you to hobble to the bathroom before getting back in bed. you send a hasty email to your professors before shutting your computer and getting cozy in bed again, the fetal position you're currently in is the only way to feel some small relief. you're passed out before you can alert your boyfriends about staying home, a mistake that will soon start knocking at your door.. literally.

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if you were awake, you would currently hear muffled voices outside your door, ones that are easily recognizable to anyone on the same floor of your dorm since they are almost always cracking jokes and laughing loudly. these voices belong to your boyfriends, art and patrick, who, at the moment, are arguing about who should've brought the extra key to your dorm. "dude she gave the key to you, why don't you have it?" the hushed voice of patrick zweig echoes through the hallway, looking pointedly at art. "i gave it to you remember? i had that match and you wanted to come over here.." art argues back, pointing at patrick. patrick rolls his eyes, rattling the doorknob. "fuck.. what if she's hurt in there or something?? she's not answering my texts" patrick all but bangs on the door, as art sees if you've texted either of them.

waking up with a groan, the loud bangs on your door make you sit up, heart racing. you immediately reach for your phone, wanting to call art or patrick but you're met with missed calls and unanswered frantic messages. you hop out of bed, despite feeling weak from the current cramps wracking your body. you unlock the door, pulling it open and being met with art and patrick, looking at you like they've seen a ghost. "what the fuck!" patrick sighs out, obviously relived to see you. art immediately rushes forward, hugging you tightly. "you scared the shit out of us you know that?" he pulls away, hands on your shoulders, "you don't show up to any of your classes or our practice and then you don't answer any of our texts or calls?" art is clearly happy to see you, but the adrenaline of being concerned about you hasn't worn off. "you scared the shit out of us babe" patrick says, shaking his head. "im really really sorry it's just-" you try to continue your sentence but you're interrupted by a particularly bad cramp, causing you to hunch over and groan in pain. both patrick and art move toward you, making sure you don't fall. "holy shit babe are you okay?" patrick is completely overtaken by concern for you, finding it hard to see you in pain.

"im sorry.. ive just been sick in bed all day you guys.." you explain, letting them guide you back into your room. you sit back in bed, art taking a seat in your desk chair, while patrick makes himself at home in your bed. "ive been sleeping all day.. it's like the only thing that makes me feel better.." you describe the current situation, curling into a ball holding your lower stomach. art and patrick exchange a sympathetic look, with art reaching out to hold your hand. "you've been stuck in here all day?" art frowns at you, his extreme sense of empathy kicking into high gear. you lean into the soft pressure of patrick sitting behind you as you nod. "yeah.. usually i can make it through the week but none of my pain meds are working" patrick nods and brushes a hand through your hair. art, forever the worrier, sits on the chair next to your bed, frantically looking up "how to stop period cramps" and "are period cramps dangerous" you see arts phone screen, smiling at his obvious want for you to be okay.

"art it's okay.. it'll pass.. its bad but it's normal" you reassure him, smiling through the pain. patrick laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair. "cmon art don't be stupid, don't you know anything about women?" he jokes, obviously trying to distract you from the waves of pain. "shut up patrick you hardly even knew what a period was until college!" art fights back, face slightly pink with embarrassment. you let the two of them battle it out, feeling yourself sinking further into the mattress with the feeling of arts hand in yours and patricks fingers weaving through your hair. they don't even notice you've passed out again until patrick needs you to help him fact-check art and you don't respond. their petty argument is forgotten as they get you more comfortable in bed, turning off your light and pulling soft blankets over you. you toss and turn in your sleep, unable to feel actually relaxed enough to fall into a true sleep.

a particularly bad cramp causes your eyes to snap open, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you open your eyes, seeing art and patrick sitting on your floor together. they both rush towards you when they see you're awake again, your pain stricken groan pulling on both of their heartstrings. patrick moves to lay beside on on the bed, guiding your head to lay against his warm chest. "where does it hurt sweetheart?" art asks, sliding himself between your legs to lay his head on your stomach. weirdly, the pressure of his head relieves the pain for a moment, allowing you to answer. "just all of my lower stomach.. the cramps just won't stop.." you feel tears well on your eyes, trying to blink them away to no avail. patrick takes quick notice of this, brushing his thumb under your eyes to wipe your tears. art almost looks like a kicked puppy, gazing up at you with his baby blue eyes, unable to help. art lets patrick continue to comfort you while he pulls out his phone again, researching ways to help relieve your cramps.

"okay.. pat here it says that we should get something warm for her.. that'll like relax her muscles or something" art jumps up and grabs his bag, rooting around in it frantically. finally, he pulls out a little blanket looking thing with a cord coming out of it. "it's a heating pad" he explains, "my coah gave it to me for my muscle spasms but i think it could really help.." you nod and he plugs it in, helping you press it against your lower stomach and hold it there. yet again, art rests his head on your stomach like a puppy, while patrick continues to cradle your head against his chest. the relief from the heating pad starts quickly, and the warmth send you to sleep once again, along with patrick and art.

for the rest of your absolutely miserable week, art and patrick stay by your side, giving you massages and chocolate and everything you could ask for.. anything to make you feel better again. art and patrick could be annoying at times.. but you're positive that you've never felt so loved <3

[billieeilishmommy]

just so you know,, i know

in which you have been more sad recently, causing you to not want to do anything, not even hang out with your girlfriend. and she knows somethings wrong

a/n please yall this is my first angst fanfic with billie,, and i kinda used my own personal life for this guys sorry if it's specific,, use of y/n

tw depression, mentions of not eating, crying, cussing, mentions of sh, loss of family

(if you are not comfortable reading things with those topics do not be afraid to stop reading! and know im here for you. your not alone, i love you all and your here for a reason babies)

ever since you lost your dad, you haven't been acting the same. yeah, your dad wasn't around, but that doesn't change the fact that its your dad. apart of you is missing now and you wont be able to get it back.

obviously billie has been with you the whole time, but eventually she had to go because of her music and you understood that, honestly you would rather be alone, of course you loves billie being there though.

you were currently laying in your bed, surrounded by plates and cups, most of them having food in them since you couldn't bring yourself to finish them, but it made you feel overwhelmed, but you just couldn't get yourself up to clean it.

all you wanted to do is lay there and think about this, everything bad was happening to you and you don't know why.

the last time billie was at your house was around 2 days ago, and you haven't talked to her since then. you wanted to, but you didn't want to look on your phone because you knew that you would feel guilty for not responding so you didn't. you laid on your bed watching your comfort shows and youtubers over and over again until you found some sort of relaxation.

all you were thinking about is how this grief will never go away. its stuck with you forever no matter what.

eventually you'll start to live with it and continue on with how you used to be, but not right now. all you wanted was comfort but you also just didn't want to be around anyone.

a few days later, the last time you've ate was around 3 days ago and the last time you've talked to billie was 7 days ago. you missed her, and who knows what she thinks about you. hell, she probably thought you blocked her. that was why she came into your room with no notice, just showed up.

"y/n? are you okay? you haven't talked to me?-" she says, cutting herself off as she steps in your room

"hi billie" you say quietly, your voice hoarse since the last time you've talked was ages ago.

"are you okay baby?" she says to you, not worried about all the trash and plates on the floor, she immediately sits beside you, "sit up for me princess. tell me whats wrong"

your eyes immediately start to fill with tears, and before you can get a word out the tears start falling and you can't get them to stop

"its okay hun" billie says to you softly and wraps her arms around you and gently kisses your forehead.

"billie i can't-" you cut yourself off with heavy breathing.

"yes you can my love, you can breathe okay, you can talk okay, your okay." she reassures you and it helps you calm down a lot.

"are you okay now baby?" she says quietly to you.

"i think so.." you sniffle, wiping the tears from your face.

"whens the last time you've gotten up love?" she asks you, worried. all you do is just shrug in embarrassment.

"its okay baby, have you ate any today or do you want me to make you something?" she asks you in a comforting tone, she knows just how to talk to you.

"im not hungry." you protest and put your head on your knees.

she gives you a look, knowing that your lying. "what do you want me to make you baby?" she asks, cuping your cheek.

"nothing, im not hungry" you say, in a colder tone this time and she nods, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.

"are you okay my love?" she asks softly

"no bils.. i can't do this anymore." you sniffle into her shoulder, genuinely so tired.

"baby don't say that. how about you come over to my house for a few days? you can shower at my house and ill make you food and ill get you a drink at canes, i know you like their lemonade." she says and rubs your thigh.

you nod in response, you stand up for the first time in a while with the intentions to actually go out. "are you hot?" she asks you, you have on a sweatshirt and pajama pants, obviously you were sweating like a mother fucker, but you had to hide your scars.

billie knew that you struggled with this before, but she didn't know that you started again, so you had to lie and say "no im not, im cold actually"

"okay baby, do you want me to turn the heat on in the car?" she asks you

great you think, eventually your gonna have to tell her.

"noo its fine baby" you say to her quietly and she nods at you, taking you to her car.

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did this eat yall

[spitdrunken]

RUNNING TO YOUR INBOX. for the valentines thing: Adam Hazbin Hotels fat ass and uhhh 🔪 &/or 🕊️

hes so perfect for that combo im giggling

HIIIIII <33333 have a little prequel piece to an order and a curse!!!!! where you are all still human! and reader has decidedly less mixed feelings about him (AKA Hates Him LOL)

notes: INCEST (parent/child, reader is an adult) unhealthy relationships, references to past (incestuous) pregnancy, breeding kink, extremely dubious consent, biblical references, definitely not period-appropriate language

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Your father truly believes he's the one who has it the hardest. You've grown numb, accustomed to the curse that God has placed on you. To bear fruit again and again, in pain, with no say in the matter. It has been this way for so long now.

But your father never stops riling against the work that is required on the land, to feed himself and his family. Every single day he complains, even with your brothers now working along also. His resentment seems to encompass the idea of labour as a whole. (Perhaps that is the reason he was assigned this curse. You could hardly think of a worse way to punish such a self-conceited man.) Again and again, you've listened to him complain.

He hates the calluses on his hands, a result from holding his tools for hours at a time. The scars on his arms from yanking thistles out of the ground and their merciless yanking on his flesh. The dirt that gets stuck underneath his broken nails. The sweat and grime that cover his body in layers and layers and layers. The way his body has become thin and lean, a tightly bound knot of muscle and nothing else, clearly outlining his missing rib.

("When I get the fuck out of here," he'd say, hair sticking to his forehead and a mouthful of hard bread in between his jaws, "I am never going to stop eating. Not even for a fucking second. I looked so much better when I had shit to eat!")

You've asked to go outside. You're sure that you could help, like your brothers do. You'd kill to feel the dirt underneath your feet, the wind against your skin, the sun glaring in your eyes. Instead, he keeps you inside, always and forever. Not even your mother is chained up as tightly as you are. You simply aren't allowed to leave.

Instead, you have your own purposes at home. When your father returns from another long day of working the land, angry and miserable and exhausted, you're there to take the edge off. He'll slump back wherever he's seated, and let you do all the work for him.

"Let you outside? You're screwing with me, right? I prefer���" He pants, then sucks in a breath. "To have your hands nice and soft. Squeeze a little harder, yeah, that's right." You know exactly what he likes, exactly how to get this over with as soon as possible. You don't even complain or fight it much anymore. Why bother? He hisses when you bring him to the edge, hand latching on your waist and squeezing down hard. It's the most he's moved since you've started helping him 'settle down for the evening'. "No, no, no— Slow down." He gives you that lecherous, wide grin that lets you know how the rest of the night is going to go. Though it sends a shiver up your spine, heat pools in between your legs as well. You tell yourself that it's your body trying to make it easier for you. "It'd be such a waste, baby. You should have a seat, too. Gonna fill you up nice and good." He really needs to work on his lines. But you nod. It's never a struggle to get him inside of you, your body perfectly moulded to fit with his.

[yescking]

Hiya! I'm back from playing in stars and time and Siffrin is with me living rent free on my brain, he'll stay there forever because everytime he's about to get out he'll loop back.

Anyways I remembered when Pure Vanilla fainted and Shadow Milk messaged White Lily so I was thinking what if one day Pure Vanilla gave Shadow Milk's number to Lily (because Shadow Milk is not an idiot he'd remember and also he's definitely not interested in sharing his number with her) I imagine Pure Vanilla does this because he wants them to get along or make a group chat with his friends.

White Lily goes like hm weird I have some old messages- YOUUUUUUU

And that's the moment White Lily goes from this guy's vibes are suspicious to ok yeah actually suspicious gotta investigate and keep him away from PV.

Also Dark Enchantress is specially vindictive to Shadow Milk on that day's stream, she says she'll fight any of Smilk's fans because he's too much of a coward to fight her (she's trying to goad him into fighting her) she doesn't even give the fans a chance to fight back, immediate headshot each time. Shadow Milk hears of the news from Black Sapphire who is trying to comfort her sister after she was defeated by DE in record time, Shadow Milk starts a surprise stream and sends an invite, DE accepts.

The battle does NOT go like anyone expected, instead of bringing her trusty sniper rifle DE brings the weakest weapon in the game, she plays with Shadow Milk by slowly depleting his health bar while perfectly dodging his attacks, DE eventually wins.

On Shadow Milk's side he's trying to understand what he just witnessed "Chat I shot her point blank and she dodged it, POINT BLANK" viewers are equally impressed but find it really funny that Dark Enchantress is beefing with Shadow Milk for no apparent reason, some even leave comments thanking Shadow Milk for bringing DE back.

(wow that was a lot longer than I was expecting but yeah, again thanks for pushing me to play In stars and time)

Heyyaa DE anon!!! love to see you here againn <33 i can relate to sif being stuck in ur head. for me loop is there too. God. Anyway

your ideas are always so fun man. its soo funny!! i wouldn't say pv would outright give sm's number to lily unprompted, But i do think after they all meet (after some. Events) lily is like "oh. You." and takes a break from her work Just to beat sm's score in every possible game. maybe even log in when he was streaming just to shoot him in the face and leave. and the whole time, bc sm doesn't know lily is de, he's like "why does this famous but now inactive streamer hates my guts?????"

(thank YOU for playing the game!!! im happy u enjoy it as much as we did!)

[ifwbillie]

part 2 of billie teaching you to hide a horse for the first time (fluff) | b.e x fem!reader

a/n. fuck it im currently crying cause ill never experience this with billie. 😭😭😭😭😭

@queenalpha8-blog you asked for it, so here it is angel <3

part 1

the next day, the sky’s clear, the sun’s warm, and there’s a sense of calm that hangs in the air as billie gets the horses ready. she’s already in her element, chatting with the horses like they’re her old friends, while you’re still figuring out the whole “not falling off” thing.

“you ready to not fall off today?” billie teases, looking over at you with that mischievous grin.

you roll your eyes, trying to look confident, but you can feel the nerves creeping in. “i’m not falling off, i promise.”

“uh-huh,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, but her smile softens right after. “if you do, i’ll catch you. i got you.”

you smile at that, feeling a little better. “you’re so sweet,” you reply, trying to act like you’re not nervous, but the way she looks at you makes everything feel a little easier.

soon enough, you’re both mounted and ready to go. billie takes the lead, riding gracefully, while you follow her, trying to remember everything she taught you the day before. the way to hold the reins, how to position your body, and, most importantly, how not to panic.

“doing good so far,” she calls over her shoulder, a grin in her voice. “i knew you’d get the hang of it.”

you try not to look too proud, but you can’t help it. “yeah, look at me, totally not falling off.”

billie glances back and laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “don’t get cocky, babe. we’ve still got a long way to go.”

as you ride side by side, you can’t help but notice how easy it is to be around her. the teasing, the jokes, the way she keeps you laughing—it all feels so natural, like nothing else matters when you’re together.

after a while, billie pulls her horse to a stop and glances at you with that playful glint in her eyes. “i think we’ve earned a break, don’t you? let’s find a spot to chill.”

you follow her lead, finding a quiet spot in the shade, and she hops off her horse with ease, then turns to you. “you look like you’re about to fall off again,” she says, laughing. “let’s take a breather.”

you grin, a little embarrassed but mostly grateful for her patience. “thanks for not laughing at me.”

“are you kidding?” she teases, helping you down from your horse. “i’m definitely laughing. but in a cute way. promise.”

as she spreads out a blanket, you sit down beside her, your legs still a little wobbly from the ride. billie leans her head on your shoulder, her usual teasing tone gone, replaced with something softer.

“i’m proud of you, though,” she says quietly, and you can hear the sincerity in her voice. “you’re doing awesome.”

you can feel your heart soften, and for a moment, everything feels calm. “thanks, billie,” you whisper, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “i’m glad you’re here.”

“of course, babe,” she says, squeezing your hand back. “i’m always here. you’re stuck with me forever.”

the words hang in the air, and you can’t help but smile, feeling the weight of them, even if she says them casually. “i’m not complaining,” you reply, resting your head against hers.

she chuckles softly, turning to kiss your cheek. “good, because i love you way too much to let you go.”

“i love you too,” you say, leaning into her kiss, feeling the warmth of the moment.

as the day fades and the sun starts to dip toward the horizon, the two of you sit together, laughing, teasing, and just enjoying the quiet of the world around you. the horses graze nearby, and the sky turns shades of pink and orange.

billie looks at you, her eyes soft but full of adoration. “babygirl, you’re more beautiful than this sunset,” she says, her voice full of sincerity.

“you’re so cringe,” you laugh, nudging her playfully.

“hey, i just love you,” she pouts, her voice low. “and it’s true, you’re prettier than the sunset.”

“yeah, yeah, i believe in you,” you say with a mock roll of your eyes, not able to resist teasing her back.

billie pinches your cheek, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “you better run,” you warn, pretending to be serious.

“from you? never,” she says, throwing her arms up in mock surrender. “come with everything you have.”

you both laugh, and you realize how much you love moments like this with her.

after a moment, billie glances at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief again.

“you know,” she says, leaning closer, her voice mock-serious, “i could eat you right here. would be a new experience.”

“billie?” you gasp, trying not to laugh. “shut up.”

“i’m serious, okay!” she insists, her tone so earnest it only makes it funnier.

you finally burst out laughing, and billie joins in, wrapping you in her arms as the laughter fades into soft giggles. in that moment, everything feels perfect, ridiculous, and yours.

[rafespuppyy]

my tears ricochet.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you didn’t have it in you to go w grace

warnings: angst

authors note: i love angst my bad

we gather here, we line up, weepin' in a sunlit room

before:

chris didn’t know how to feel. he didn’t know what to do in this moment. he never wanted to leave you at all, but he had to let you go. you were moving for college, and knowing him (or so he thought) he would hold you back. he never wanted to do that especially since you’re the love of his life, since you were everything to him. and he had to let you go.

“y/n, can we talk?” chris asked, turning to you from his driver seat. you were parked in a target parking lot at night time. this was it. this would be the end.

and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

after:

you looked down at your homework, eye brows knitted, temple flexing. you were stuck on this problem. you knew in order to pass this exam, you need some music. lofi of course. as you were looking for music you got a call, a call you haven’t gotten in a year, the name plastered on your screen.

chris.

your heart was pounding so fast you didn’t even know what to do. you should ignore it, walk away, forget about him as you slowly but surely did over the year. you let it ring too long that the screen went back to your lockscreen and you were stuck with your thoughts.

even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe? all the hell you gave me?

before:

“yeah? of course we can,” you said, smiling brightly. chris was going to miss that smile. the way you looked at him with those beautiful eyes, those lips, that face in general.

“i—“ he stopped himself.

“you?”

“you know i love you so much, baby. you know that,” he paused to look at your smiling face before beginning, “and i love how you’re going to college for nursing, living your dreams, and where does that leave me? alone. but i don’t want you to think you’re alone because you’re not. i’m not saying anything would happen when you’re in college on my end, but in my gut i know you’re going to meet a nice guy. a nice guy who’ll you’ll want to marry. who’ll you’ll look at and say: that’s the man i want, not chris. you’ll say: it has always been you, not chris. chris was just a one stop shop, you’re forever.”

you say there silently. you didn’t know what to say. then it came to you: “so you’re leaving me?”

“i have to, y/n, i don’t wanna hold you back!” chris exclaimed.

“i don’t even have a say in this?” you croaked. you looked at him, no tears, but hurt in your eyes, hurt on your face.

“i didn’t say that—“

“you don’t get to do that,” you said, “you don’t get to make a decision for me. to break up with me without my opinion. it’s my future, chris, and i get the say, not you.”

chris sniffed, not crying, just hurt. “well, tough.” he said. “because i would never love you from a distance.”

cause i loved you, i swear i loved you

after:

you looked at your call log, heart dropping to your ass as you hovered your finger over the missed call. you knew it was wrong, his last words playing in your head: “well, tough. because i would never love you from a distance.” and that was that. those were his ending words.

you pressed call.

1..

2..

“y/n..” his voice. oh how you missed his voice. you missed his touch, his smile, his heart, his everything. you closed your eyes before opening them and sighing. “hi, y/n.”

“hi, chris,” you whispered.

“it’s so good to hear your voice,” he whispered back.

you cleared your throat. “you interrupted me. i was in the middle of studying. plus i didn’t expect you to call me. like ever again. so, im going to hang up now.”

“please don’t,” he begged, “you know you don’t want to hang up either.”

you knew you didn’t. you wanted to imprint his voice like a tattoo in your brain. you forgot how good he sounded, how much you loved him.

“chris, please,” you said, “what do you want. seriously.”

“come back to me,” he said.

“what?”

“come back to me,” he said, “i wanna go home and see you, i want to hold you at night, i want to kiss away your tears, i—“

“stop.”

“y/n, i—“

you hung up.

til my dying day

before

you quickly packed all your stuff that was left in his bedroom. your clothes, his clothes (you accidentally mixed them), and all of your other stuff. your eyes were swimming in tears, and when you finally packed your duffel bag, you dropped to your knees in the middle of his room, sobbing. you were so broken hearted you couldn’t even see straight, couldn’t even comprehend it. he was supposed to love you.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace

after:

you sobbed in your bed that night. you wanted him. you knew that, but what about the other boys lined up to see you? you knew you should’ve moved on, but deep down, even if you forgot about him (though you never really will), you knew that it’ll always be chris.

so the phone rang.

straight to voicemail.

beep.

“chris, call me.”

one ring. you answered.

“i wanna go home,” you said. “i wanna go home, chris.”

[delqcate]

hi angel!!! im aware of how super busy you are rn, but I can't get like frenemies scott barringer and reader out of my head, imagine it, like he's so annoyed by everything she does, she's the total opposite of him, sweet and kind, but also the sarcastic angry feminist, and he's the self-righteous football captain arsehole.

But no matter what he does, she's constantly stuck in his head, and it's kinda like the song "you look so pretty, pretty like the sun, i could watch forever while you shine on everyone" and he's so in love and a little insecure, which he covers up with this pompous arrogant fboy persona

anyways, you're writing gives me life more than anything! when i first discovered your flannel shirt fic on scott, i became obsessed and stalked your profile and obsessively read through all your fanfics, hayden characters or not, I read them all, and im head over heels in love w u :) you genuinely write the best fluff ever, like your my favourite blog for fluff, like don't get me wrong smut is cute and that, but god i would kill for some forehead kisses and hayden fluff

because i love you.

scott barringer x reader

anon you own my whole heart ilysm!!! you're soso incredibly sweet and being your favorite fluff writer??? such an incredible honor 🥹 i'm sorry it took me a while to get to writing this and i feel so bad cause i feel like i just didn't have enough inspiration for this so it's all messy but I hope it's still good. scott and shelby don't get together here but they're still good friends

summary: you and scott don't necessarily hate each other, but you can't tolerate both that much either. after a plan gone wrong, turns out there's a reason why.

warnings/cw: swearing, kissing (i don't know if that's warnings but yeah), fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1.9k

Where does Scott even begin with you? The Cliffhanger's sweetheart, the epitome of the sun in this hell hole, is his friend. Well, sort of.

Because every time he was near you, it felt like he was constantly basking in the sun, yet at the same time, he was warmed up by everything you did, from your smile to your voice. It was almost like he was constantly taunted.

He couldn't get enough of you, though. You were everything he's ever wanted—the warmth and love of another—and yet he still seems to be pushing you away.

But then that all changes when a little surprise is left on one of the class boards one morning when Scott and the other Cliffhangers are called to meet up with Peter and Sophie.

Scott walks into the classroom, wearing a sweater he just threw on due to the cold, and looks at the board in confusion. "Morp? Wh-what's a morp?" His brow was furrowed, and he frankly didn't care too much about decoding it until Auggie followed from behind him. "Oh, cool, a prom?"

Scott looks at Auggie, realizing everyone else is inside already. His eyes land on you, and he suddenly can't focus on anything but you. Everyone was taking a seat, and it took him a moment to realize you sat with him until a hand waved at his face.

"Scott, y'there?" Your voice rings out, and he looks at you, his face brooding as always. "Why? What's up?" He clears his throat and focuses his gaze on you. Despite hating you, he seems to be interested in what you have to say. Probably just sucking it up so it would be over.

You look at him, and suddenly you find yourself drawn to his eyes. Do they seem more blue than usual lately, or have they always been this way? But you don't have time to ponder about that because now it’s his turn to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, are you there?" He gives you a small smirk, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, sorry,” you say, clearing your throat and resting your head on your palm. “Sophie and Peter paired us for morp planning.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he immediately covers them up with his emotionless stare again. “Why us? ," he asks, sounding annoyed. “Dunno,” you reply. “Probably ‘to build a stronger relationship between us’,” you say, playfully mocking what Peter constantly tells everyone whenever there’s a team activity.

He let out a soft scoff but couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. He was starting to let his guard down, something he rarely does around people; besides Shelby, she relates to him more than anyone. "Yeah, all that bullshit."

You nod and chuckle, watching as he bounces his leg, a habit you share with him. "All we have to do is plan the music, so it shouldn't be too bad. They're letting us use Peter's office and a couple more gadgets, I think." You shrug, but all you could think of was Scott.

Spending time alone with him in a room for days on end sounded both eventful and terrifying. But at least it was him instead of anyone else; at least you could get some peace and quiet for once.

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It had been days since you and Scott were assigned to make the playlist, and despite the bickering and constant grogginess you two would feel the next day, it was bearable. It caused something in Scott to brew—something he thought he could keep in, but it was just waiting to burst.

Scott dragged Shelby away to a corner in the common room—not the best place to have a private conversation, but it'll do.

"Let me guess," Shelby starts, her gaze landing on Ophelia talking to Peter and back at Scott. "You need advice to ask her out?" Scott scrunches up his face, annoyed but thinking about it. "Well, yeah," he says after a moment.

She chuckles and looks over at you again, trying to think of anything. "Morp's tomorrow, Scott. How are you sure Auggie or someone else asked her out?" Scott suddenly seemed upset at the thought, however. "You think Auggie has more of a chance than me?" His angry question was a little too loud, loud enough to catch your attention, at least.

Shelby quickly looks away and narrows her eyes at Scott, slapping his arm playfully. "Will you keep it down, you idiot?" He whines and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at you from afar. "How am I ever going to ask her out? I'm just the cocky football star, a pompous asshole fuckboy. Every bad thing you could think of."

She sighs and moves closer, taking his hand and watching his expression before continuing, "Sure, you can be a complete asshole." He scoffs and looks at the floor. "Great way to start that off," he muttered. She rolls her eyes and continues with, "But all that matters is what they think of you. You wanna go all out and be stupid with your promposal? Go ahead. I'll be there every stupid step in the way."

He moves his gaze on her and mutters, "Stop calling me stupid. But, thanks."

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The plan was perfect. You and Shelby would be hanging out together, saying some good stuff about Scott, and Scott would play football with Auggie. Auggie would throw the ball at you, and he would save you. He would tie that to some smooth way to ask you out, but he would worry about that later. What was the worst that could happen?

Scott watches nervously as Shelby and you sit at the bleachers, taking a deep breath as Shelby discreetly nods and Scott starts to play. Your gaze moves to Scott, and a small smile grows on your face. Seeing Scott play football was cute to you. Despite being an ex-football captain, he still never lost his love for the sport, and you admire him for that.

Shelby notices your stare and chuckles, looking at Scott and back at you. "You eyeing Scott?" Your cheeks heat up and your eyes land on her, shaking your head as your face gets all flushed up. "No- well yeah, but not in that way! He's my friend; I just want to watch him."

Your gaze moves back to the two boys playing, and you swear you saw Scott wink at you, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you; he probably got something in his eye.

But you didn't even have time to think because the football started flying towards you, and Scott's amazing plan came crashing down as soon as the ball hit him right in the face.

"Scott!" You yell out and rush down to him with Shelby. He lets out a loud groan and covers his face. He's never felt so much pain and embarrassment before. "Auggie, fuck!" He groans out. "I didn't mean to, I- I'm sorry!" Auggie frowns and looks at the two, watching as you take Scott into your arms and prop your leg up for him to rest on.

"Shit- Scott, move your hand." You frown and try to move his hand, watching as a crowd of people form, someone rushing to grab Peter. Scott whines and shakes his head, saying something about how it really hurt, but it's muffled from his hands.

"C'mon, please? I swear the pain will be gone soon; I need to see how bad it is." You were trying to stay calm for the both of you, and after a moment, he moves his hands away to reveal a bleeding nose and some tears.

You wince and help him stand up. With the help of Shelby and Auggie, you guys safely bring him to the girls rooms and onto your bed, hurrying off to the bathroom while the two find something that could help Scott besides a wet rag.

You return to him on the bed and move his hand away. A small hiss escapes you, and you start to clean him up. The silence was killing you after a while, so you mumbled out, "That was stupid, y'know?"

He looks at you with an annoyed expression and scoffs, trying not to move too much as you clean his nose and check if it is broken. "Well, I'm sorry for saving your life," he says sarcastically, clearly upset that you didn't appreciate him saving you. Maybe his plan was just stupid.

"I mean, I appreciate it, but look at you now." You frown and place the rag on your side table, grabbing some tissues to clean the spot better. "Why'd you do it? Ruin your oh-so-perfect face for me?" He smirks and looks at you. "You like my face, huh?" You roll your eyes, and he lets out a small laugh as you punch his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He lets his laughter die down and listens to the two of you breathing. It calmed him down to hear your breath, especially because he definitely needed to calm down. He took a deep breath and calmly let out, "Because I love you."

You stop your arm and move your gaze from his nose to his gaze, which was locked onto yours. You couldn't tell if it was because he was frozen in embarrassment or because he wanted to show you he really meant it; either way, it left you shocked.

How does he like you? He's made it very clear that he has some hatred towards you , so it didn't make sense. "But the way you act around me—" he quickly interrupted you. "It's because I'm insecure." He sighs and looks down at his hands, feeling the embarrassment creep up on him.

"You're just so- so gorgeous. You make everyone smile and laugh; it's like the goddamn sun. You shine so bright, and I can't help but feel this jealousy towards you because everyone gets to experience all of that." Although he didn't outright say it, it was clear to you that he was jealous, and it was incredibly adorable.

You let out a soft laugh, and at first he thought you were laughing at him, but a small smile formed on his lips when he realized you were laughing with him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel like I shine brighter when I'm with you. You make me sparkle, I guess."

He chuckles and moves a little closer, sensing the change in tension, and he was sure you did too because you moved closer. "Sparkle, huh? What are you, a vampire?" He smirks and wraps his arm around you, making you roll your eyes and cup his cheek. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He smirks wider and kisses you gently, immediately crash-landing into heaven as soon as he feels your lips. They were soft and felt heavenly, just like he imagined. The kiss grew deeper but didn't last too long as someone threw a box of bandages at them.

Scott pulls away in annoyance but quickly gets flustered as soon as he sees Shelby and Auggie; he completely forgets they were coming back. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" Shelby smirks and moves her gaze between Scott and you. "But do us all a favor and get a room, will you?"

You let out a small chuckle and quickly helped Scott clean up, hearing the pair's footsteps as they headed outside. Despite both of you being complete opposites, Something told you it would all work out in the long run.

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