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[crowsdove]

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[theflyingfeeling]

I’m feeling kinda lonely tonight so I want to spread love and send you these soft bois 😌🥰💞

(I like to imagine Olli is hugging Allu from behind here 🥺)

and of course Im not gonna leave out this one (sorry 🤧):

k that’s it byeeeeee 🥺

come heeeeere let's be lonely together 🤧

just look at our soft cuddly babyboy boyfriends!! 😭 ngl literally just last night I spent an embarrassingly long time staring at the one where they're sitting on the (shared <3) hotel room bed, I'm just having such soft feelings about it and can't help but imagine they have just woken up from a nap for the interview and intend to take another one cuddled right up the very second they're done with the interview 💕

the newest one is still killing me though 🥺 aaaaaaaaa just add a few more blankets and pillows there and it's the perfect love nest 🤧💕

here's some more cute pictures for us to look at and scream about, they're one of my favourites (besides the ones you sent and literally any other Olli/Allu picture that exists)

especially they last one 😭😭😭😭😭 sorry I don't know whose picture it is, I'll add the credit / remove it if asked, I just love it so much I had to include it 😭

[kingdomvel]

Steddie | 3.4k | ao3

five times people don't believe Steve and Eddie are dating + one time they have to

Made the silly post, decided to actually write it

1.

Eddie stops his van in front of Dustin’s house. His was the last stop of the drop off after the dnd session at Gareth’s house. Dustin turns towards Eddie. He is drumming his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the DIO song playing, never still. When Dustin doesn’t move, he turns to look at him with his eyebrows raised.

“Anything wrong, Henderson?”

He is looking at him with his big eyes and Dustin gulps. Even after everything they have been through, Dustin can’t help but feel nervous. There is still this feeling that tells him he has to try to impress Eddie, to be cool enough to be his friend.

“Will you teach me how to play guitar?” Dustin blurts before he chickens out.

Eddie looks at him with surprise, blinking a few times. He was clearly not expecting that question.

“Sure.”

“Wait- really?” Dustin is genuinely surprised. A part of him knew that Eddie wouldn’t say no, but he fully expected some teasing, some ‘what, Henderson, you wanna be like me?’ which. Yes. But he didn’t want Eddie to say it.

“Yeah dude, why not?”

Dustin lets out a delighted laugh and slaps the dashboard. “Yes! Thank you! When are we starting? Any time is good for me-“

“Calm down,” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“What about tomorrow? I can do tomorrow. I will bike to your house after school and you can teach me the basics or-“

“Calm down Henderson,” Eddie repeats louder. Dustin shuts up. “I can’t do tomorrow.”

Dustin’s heart breaks a little. “Why?”

“Because this humble bard has a date with Steve Harrington.” He has a stupid smile on his face when he says it.

There are a couple of seconds of silence and Dustin knows that he is pulling a face.

“Dude, don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” Eddie looks baffled, almost offended, but there is a shiver going down Dustin’s spine.

“Like that! A date? Just say you are hanging out like a normal person.”

He is used to Eddie’s way of saying things, rarely in a normal way, but that was weird. Don’t get him wrong, he is very happy that Steve and Eddie have stopped acting like idiots every time Dustin mentioned the other and that they are hanging out now. But it’s still strange, seeing them actually getting along so well.

“If I’m going to have the King all to myself I am calling it a date.”

“STOOOP! It’s weird.”

“What is it Henderson?” Eddie says in a teasing tone as he leans towards Dustin. “Jealous that me and Steve are giving each other a bit of love?”

“Stop saying it like that!” Dustin screams. This would be so much weirder if Dustin didn’t know he is just teasing him. Maybe it was better when they were not friends.

The front door to his house opens, and Dustin scrambles to get out of the van before his mother can come and embarrass him more. The last thing he hears is Eddie’s crackling laugh.

2.

“Okay, what is happening?” Robin asks as soon as the door closes after the girl that had just rented Back to the Future.

“Something’s happening?” Steve sends a brief look around with a confused frown on his face before he looks at Robin.

“That girl.” Robin gestures to the door for emphasis.

Steve snorts, “yeah. Back to the Future? That’s funny.” He says as he crosses his arms in front of himself.

“That is not what this is about.”

“It’s not?”

“No! She was a babe!”

“Was she?” Steve looks at the door again, like he had not even seen the girl, like it had not even occurred to him to look at the girl. Robin could kill him.

“Yes! She was!”

“Did you want me to set you up with her? Because I will, you know that. Maybe we can have a code for that, you say- I don’t know- ‘have you watched Fast Times?’ and I will put my best wingman skills to use. I will get you a date in no time.”

Steve is the best friend Robin could ask for. He is also incredibly dumb and she is going to strangle him.

“I didn’t want you to set me up with her.”

“What’s the problem then?”

“The problem is that you are Steve Harrington and you didn’t even try to flirt with her! You should have been all over her, trying to get a date or her number. You haven’t been on a date in weeks! And it’s not even that you are striking out like in scoops, you are not even trying Steve. What is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean I haven’t been on a date in weeks, I was with Eddie just yesterday, I told you.” He has this confused frown on his face, like he seriously doesn’t understand where Robin is coming from.

“Steve, hanging out with Eddie doesn’t count as a date. Also, ew, don’t put that image in my head, I know he is our friend now or whatever and that you like hanging out with him but I would hope for you to have better taste than that.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that Eddie? Seriously? Did you see the stains on his mattress?”

Steve pulls a face, like had not thought about it before. “We’ll buy a new mattress.”

Robin looks at him, trying her best to communicate how gross she finds Eddie with her mind. Steve looks back at her with his eyebrows raised, daring her to say something else about Eddie.

The bell at the door interrupts them. It’s not a babe this time, just a normal guy, returning a tape. They act like the professionals they are until he is out of the door again.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I didn’t flirt with him?” Steve asks, his hand gesturing to the door in that annoying way of his.

“No,” Robin says, but Steve doesn’t really wait for her answer before he continues talking.

“I didn’t because I am dating Eddie!”

“No you are not,” Robin answers with a snort.

“Yes I am.” Steve looks completely betrayed. “I am with him almost every day.”

“Oh, I know what is happening.” It’s so clear, so easy to understand now that Steve has said that. She puts her hands on Steve’s shoulders. He looks at her with a frown, a tilt of his head as he uncrosses his arms in confusion. “Steve.” She tries to convey as much seriousness as she can, just so Steve understands what is happening too. “Just because you have realised you like boys and he is gay and you two are hanging out, it doesn’t mean you two are dating.”

“Oh fu-“ he tries to move away from her but she clutches his shoulders tightly.

“You have to learn how to have friends your age, Steve. Remember when you though you liked me? I got away because I don’t like boys, and Eddie does! But that doesn’t mean he is into you!”

Steve rolls her eyes at her. The audacity. He bats her arms away with more easiness than Robin would like to admit. “Whatever.” He just says.

3.

“Steve”

“Mike” Steve answers in the same serious tone. If not a bit confused. Mike had followed him inside when he had come to get some drinks. He can still hear the others in the pool outside.

“I saw you speaking with Nancy.” Mike states. They had been speaking, close, too close. “And Dustin told me you were making eyes at her during the Vecna thing.”

“What?” Steve whispers as he shakes his head while he takes the drinks out of the fridge.

“Anything to say to defend yourself?” Mike asks him. He crosses his arms, tries to put on a serious pose. Intimidating, as much as he can.

“Listen,” Steve starts, he turns towards Mike him and leans back on the counter. He crosses his arms, and it makes Mike shift, conscious of his own crossed arms. He doesn’t like his tone, as if he is talking to a kid. “I know you are still pissy about me dating your sister, for some reason,” he uncrosses one of his arms to say it. “But she is with Jonathan now and I am totally over her.” Mike just squints at him. He doesn’t believe him. Everyone knows that Steve is not over Nancy. “Totally! I mean it. I’m dating Eddie now.” He says it like it’s a question.

Mike snorts. That is the stupidest lie Steve could have come up with to try to get out of this. “As if.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Eddie is too cool to date you.”

“He is too- I’ve saved your life,” he points to Mike.

“Eddie is still cooler.”

Steve takes a deep breath and Mike doesn’t really want to hear what Steve is going to say to defend himself. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything, his mouth closing as his eyes drift someplace behind Mike.

“I was promised beer,” Eddie’s voice comes from behind Mike.

“You’d have it if Mike here hadn’t decided to give me shit,” Steve answers as he moves to open a can of beer and hands it to Eddie when he gets to him.

“Just-“ Mike huffs. “Don’t get any ideas with my sister.” He says it as he points to Steve while he walks back outside.

Mike doesn’t stay to see Steve’s reaction, but he hears Eddie say “anything I should be worried about?” before the noise of the others drowns everything else.

4.

Max and Eleven giggle as the stand outside of the window to Eddie’s room. He is inside, they can see the lump inside the sheets and the mess of curls on the pillow. They look at each other and nod with a grin before they start banging on the window and shouting his name.

Eddie starts on the bed, Max could swear he lifts a few centimetres from the bed she can hear him scream ‘jesus christ’ through the window before he turns towards them with a squint. He sits up on the bed and reaches across to open the window, he is not wearing a shirt, so they have a full view of all his tattoos. It’s not like Max ever wants to see them so close, but she knows El likes them.

“What the FUCK Mayfield,” he asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question. Then, after a second of him squinting and them more. “Mini Hopper.”

Max doesn’t answer, because behind Eddie another lump is raising from the bed and looking at them with a squint. “Max? Is anything wrong?” Steve asks as he rubs his face and hair with the hand that is not currently propping him up.

“I…” Max starts, but she doesn’t continue. Sure, she had seen Steve shirtless at the boat that one time when they were going after Vecna, but it was nighttime and she had to look through some shitty binoculars.

Eddie reaches a hand back to try to push Steve back down, but it doesn’t really work. He just pushes his face, and Steve lets himself be pushed, just for a bit, before he is straightening again.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie says as he snaps his fingers in front of Max. It works on bringing her attention back to him. “Anything wrong?”

Max shakes her head.

“Are you having a sleepover? I also sleep with Max when we have a sleepover,” El asks.

Eddie looks between them for a couple of seconds before he says, “sure we are.”

It just sounds like he just wants to get rid of them.

“You boys are gross, can’t you put a shirt on?” Max asks. Billy was always walking around shirtless too.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Eddie just replies.

“Did anything happen?” Steve insists.

“We had a sleepover,” El says.

“Yeah, gathered that,” Eddie deadpans.

“We came so you will take us out for pancakes.”

Eddie groans as he lets himself fall back on the bed and looks up at Steve.

“I totally blame you for this being my life now, just so you know.”

Steve just laughs and pushes his face to the side. Max pulls a face, their friendship must be one of the weirdest things that has come out of the whole Vecna thing. Steve turns towards them with a stupid smile on his face.

“Go get your things, we will be out in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?!” Eddie protests, but Max and El don’t pay attention to him, already celebrating and running back to Max’s.

The last thing she sees is Steve leaning down towards Eddie with a hand on his face out of the corner of her eye, but she doesn’t really put much thought to it.

5.

Lucas loves having Steve to play with. After all the Vecna stuff, he didn’t really want to hang out with the guys from basketball all that much, so Steve had stepped up. He had bought a hoop for his big driveway for them to practise and everything.

The day is hot, and they have been going at it for hours, so they are both sweaty and tired. They are at Steve’s driveway. It’s just them, sweaty under the sun, and Eddie sitting on a folding chair on the side, for some reason. He was already here when Lucas had arrived, and he had refused to leave. He is on the shade, reading a book, looking way more comfortable than them.

“Pause for drinks?” Steve asks, and Lucas is very happy to agree with him. “Hey!” he yells towards Eddie, he jumps as he looks up. “Don’t think I don’t see you looking at me like a creep. You should be getting us drinks.”

“Sorry sweetheart.” Eddie shouts back as he waves his book.

“Drinks, now.” Steve says with a jerk of his head towards the house.

Eddie drops the book in his haste to stand up and follow Steve inside. They are weird, they act so weird all the time. They should get girlfriends, that way they would maybe stop being weird with each other.

“You want anything, Lucas?” Steve asks as he walks away.

“Just a soda!” Lucas calls out after them.

Steve gives him a thumbs up as he goes through the door.

It’s ten minutes later that Lucas starts to wonder what’s taking them so long. He got tired of practising shoots, and also of sitting down on the grass waiting for them.

The house is blessedly chilly and dark when he comes in.

“Steve?” he calls out.

He walks towards the kitchen. There is sound coming from it, shuffling. When he gets close enough to the kitchen he hears Eddie speak quietly.

“Were you afraid your neighbours might see, big boy?”

“Shut up,” Steve answers. Then there are some wet sounds and when Lucas comes into the kitchen Steve is all over Eddie and-

“DUDE!” Lucas screams. Steve jumps away from Eddie. “What are you doing? What if Robin had seen you?”

Steve looks around. “What?”

“Dustin said you like Robin, what if she was here and she saw you…” he can’t even describe what they were doing, he just knows that if some girl saw that, she would never consider dating Steve.

“I don’t want to date Robin, why does everyone think I want to date Robin?” Steve says.

Lucas doesn’t answer. He just looks at Steve. If it’s not Robin, it’s Nancy, for sure. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her, or anyone.”

Eddie laughs like a maniac, Lucas just squints at him and goes to grab his soda.

+1

Robin is not sure how they have ended up here. At the Hideout. On a Tuesday. With all the kids and Eddie’s band helping them get ready before even the freaking owner has arrived. She doesn’t know what about Eddie he thought was reliable enough to give him the keys to the bar, but she guesses it’s ‘I don’t want to go work early because some teenagers want to set up their instruments to play their shitty music’. It works for them though, because the kids had been saying how much they wanted to see them play, but they are not allowed to come into the bar when it’s open, so they have come extra early so they can listen to a couple of songs before people start arriving.

“Hey lovebirds!” A voice shouts. It’s one of Eddie’s bandmates. Gareth, Robin thinks he is called. “Stop being disgusting and come here so we can start?”

Robin turns to look for who he could be calling out for. Nancy and Jonathan have not come today, and everyone is in the stage area, everyone except…

“Did you just call Steve and Eddie lovebirds?”

“Yeah, since they started dating they’ve been unbearable.”

“DATING?” Dustin shrieks beside them.

“Shit, sorry, was that supposed to be a secret?” Gareth asks, and he sounds genuinely scared. Robin would normally appreciate it but-

“Oh, you think they are actually dating?” Dustin asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question, more like a realisation.

“Aren’t they?” Jeff asks.

“No, no, it’s just Eddie saying weird things.” Dustin dismisses, but Robin is frozen in place, the cogs in her mind turning.

“You are not dating?” Gareth asks to the side and yep, there Eddie and Steve are, now close to them. Eddie has his arm around Steve’s shoulder and they are leaning against each other.

Shit.

“We are,” Steve says easily. “They just don’t believe us.” Eddie bumps his head against Steve’s and he moves his head slightly away with an annoyed look that looks more fond than anything else.

Robin and Dustin are gaping at them and, from the sudden quiet around them she guesses the rest are too.

“Wait you two are actually dating?!” Lucas voice comes from behind them. “But Dustin said you weren’t going out with anyone because you liked Robin?”

That shakes Robin out of it, if only to turn around and say, “Ew, no.” Doesn’t matter who he is talking to.

“And I told Mike and Robin I was dating Eddie,” Steve says. “And you saw us kissing.”

“Yeah but- I don’t know.”

Eddie’s bandmates are now dying of laughter, Robin can’t even blame them.

“How was I supposed to believe you were telling the truth!” Robin exclaims. That provokes more laughs.

“Wait,” Max intervenes. “So that day you were sleeping together without a shirt…” She trails off, but they all see in her face what she just realised. “Gross!”

“Oh shut up Mayfield,” Eddie says. “I saw you looking at my boyfriend’s tits.”

That shuts Max up.

“You really are dating Steve?” Mike asks.

“Yes, and no stupid comments or your character is dead Wheeler.” Eddie states, pointing to Mike with the arm that is not around Steve.

And that shuts Mike up with a huff and a shake of his head.

“So you two are boyfriends?” El asks. “I think that’s cute.”

“Thanks El,” Steve says.

“I can’t believe you got with a boy before I got with a girl!” Robin exclaims. “And I didn’t know!”

“You would have known if you had believed me!” Steve exclaims back.

“Well sorry for thinking about your dating record and drawing conclusions.”

“Okay, okay,” Gareth interrupts them. “As funny as this is, we need to start now if we want to play anything before the owner arrives.”

“Let’s get this party going,” Eddie exclaims. He moves away from Steve to grab his guitar, and then goes back to Steve and kisses him on the lips. Actually kisses him on the lips in front of everyone, and Steve doesn’t really react except from a smile because why would he? They have been boyfriends for weeks apparently. “Be back in a minute sweetheart.”

Robin fake gags.

Steve moves to stand next to Robin. He has this shit eating grin on his face that Robin can’t stand.

“Shut up,” she says.

Eddie is on the stage now, looking at them with a stupid smile on his face. She should have known they were dating.

“Told you so,” Steve just says.

[wherethefigsfall]

“Current Gf Prank”

Ellie x fem reader (established relationship)

You’re filming a vlog.

Well kinda.

You’re in Ellie’s car, she’s driving you to Target like the diva that she is, and you’re half-documenting, half-oversharing on TikTok like it’s your job. The phone’s propped up on the dashboard, front cam on.

“Hey guys,” you say into the camera sweetly, “just running some errands… and I’m here with my current girlfriend.”

You don’t even look at her. You just let it hang in the air.

Ellie’s hand tightens immediately on the wheel.

She blinks. Glances at you. Then at the camera. Then back at you.

“…I’m sorry,” she says, “your what girlfriend?”

You keep filming, completely straight-faced. “My current girlfriend and we’re going to target yay.”

Ellie scoffs. Loudly. “Nah. Pause. What do you mean current? Like—current as in limited-time offer?”

You hold in your laugh. Barely.

Ellie fully turns to the camera mid-driving. “If I’m the current girlfriend, then who’s the next bitch, huh? Where’s she at? Lemme meet her. I’ll pick her up too. We’ll all go to Target. Group trip.”

You start cracking up. “Babe, please—”

“No! You just called me a placeholder in 4K!”

The comment section in your head is already losing it.

“ellie threatening the next girlfriend when there isn’t one is peak”

“current girlfriend but built like an endgame one”

“not her offering to carpool with her own competition”

You finally break, dropping the act. “It’s a TikTok trend, baby. I’m messing with you.”

Ellie looks at you. Then the camera. Then back to you.

“…Cut the cameras. Deadass.”

You’re giggling so hard you can’t breathe. Ellie shakes her head, but she’s smiling.

“Current girlfriend,” she mutters. “You’re gonna be my ex girlfriend if you keep playing like that.”

You pause, then grin.

“So you’re saying there is a next girlfriend?”

She groans. “Get out. Walk to Target.”

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SUBTLE & SECRET 3 ᝰ! D.A.

trying to be subtle and secret with daniela!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝑦𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜. ❫ ｡ daniela avanzini x f!r 𖥔 fluff ── disclaimers: katseye 7th member au, futch queen agenda, boyfriend!dani, older!reader (read in dark mode!) / pt. one, two / ℭatalogue

OUR FAVORITE FUTCH DANI WITH HER FAVOURITE FUTCH Y/N BEING A COUPLE (everybody act surprised!)

100.2k likes | 778k views | 26th Feb, 25

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ INSTAGRAM ] 22/02/25 via @ynln

A video taken on your phone set on the dashboard was posted on your Instagram story with the caption, “slamming dani’s car door as a prank i forgot i had in my drafts ;)”. Daniela was on her phone, unaware of your actions as you settled into the passenger seat. In a beanie, sporting a neon green and black soccer jersey (yes the fit from futch line’s recent tiktoks), the blonde beside you finally glanced up, giving the camera a skeptical look before glancing at you.

You tried containing your grin, glancing at Daniela’s eyes--fixed between your sly eyes and knowing smirk--on the screen as you fixed the position of the video so both of you were in it.

“Babe, what’re you doing?” Daniela sighed, “What is this?”

[ yes, dani calls the other girls babe too but this feels different ]

You shrugged, “Nothing, I was tryna check how I looked in my camera.” Your hands shot up to fix your hair, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you kept your giggles in. “You ready to go?”

She nodded, eyebrows still furrowed in thought. She glanced between you and the camera. You grabbed your bag, opening the door as you stepped out. It was obvious she was beginning to question what your phone was set up for, but she didn’t quite get a word in before you weren’t in the car anymore. She set her phone down, poking her head forward to call after you in panic, “Wait, are you just gonna leave your phone here--?”

You slammed the door as hard as you physically could.

Taken aback, Daniela flinched, adjusting the beanie on her head as she did her best to catch your eye through the window. She wagged a finger, gesturing for you to come back into the car with a disapproving glare.

You flung the door open, “What? I thought you were ready.”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? You almost tore my goddamn door off its hinges,” she scolded, motioning for you to get back into the car. You rolled your eyes, putting on your best, bratty persona to sell the prank. You crossed your arm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you insisted, “Can we please go eat, Dani, I’m hungry.”

“No, woman, get your pretty ass back in here.” she barked.

[ raw--i mean, aww (next question, please) ]

You bit back a smile, which could be seen from the video if you looked the slightest bit closer (which most eyekons did). You got back in her red mustang, sitting nicely. She gave you a look, as if wordlessly scolding you for the little performance. “I know you ain’t throwing me mad attitude right now.”

You groan, “Daniela, I’m hungry. I didn’t even slam the door that hard, I was just getting out the car.”

“Nuh-uh, you damn near broke my baby,” she stroked the steering wheel, “You’re not getting any food until I hear a proper apology from you, mami. We don’t slam doors up in this house, especially not when I’ve so kindly driven you.”

“Dani--I swear,” you giggled, “You love this car more than me.”

“I mean,” she held her hands up, earning a tongue click and playful shove to the shoulder. “I’m joking, but don’t slam the door on me ever again, yeah? I’ll revoke all your passenger princess privileges, don’t test me.”

You pointed at your phone, “Tell the eyekons that.”

For a moment, she didn’t seem to link the two dots together, but when you smirked and winked at your phone, her face fell knowingly. “Oh my--Is this that stupid thing we saw together yesterday? The slamming my boyfriend’s door trend?”

[ they do couple trends together like come on now ]

“Yeah, and you were giving boyfriend there, so it worked out.” You began waving at the camera, which Daniela quickly joined in on after an exaggerated groan. She rested her head on your shoulder, peering at the camera with her big, doe eyes.

When you grabbed your phone, and right before you turned it off, the video was slowed down and rewound so the fans could clearly point out Daniela leaning in, her nose into the hair behind your ears as the phone shook. It wasn’t fully clear, but it was obvious she was either whispering something or kissing you. Her arm around you behind your back.

[ i know this singular video haunts their pr team so bad ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ TWITCH ] Katseye & D4vd’s Stream

user01 oh look it’s katseye’s futch line

“Did we all look at the same comment?” Megan chuckled, her cheeky smile apparent to everybody watching at home. As the three of you agreed with her statement, you eyed Daniela’s reaction out of the corner of your eye.

She seemed to be having trouble reminding herself of her pr training. Earlier in the live, she came up behind you whilst you were reading the chat. Her hand initially palmed one side of your waist, her head resting on your shoulder, but immediately slipped away to stand beside you instead when she caught a particular comment calling her out. You didn’t seem to catch the comment, too engrossed in the conversation you were having with D4vd, but she made sure to keep her distance after it. She really didn’t want trouble with the team.

Now, while the four of you made fun of the chat and started talking with the fans about whatever, it was obvious Daniela was much more cautious and guarded with her expressions.

“Not all of us,” Megan giggled, earning a small swat from Lara.

Daniela gulped, catching you staring at her onscreen. She cleared her throat, scanning the comments for anything that would drive the topic away from the one Megan brought up.

You raised an eyebrow, standing your tug at the waistband of your track sweats. D4vd handed you his phone, on a delivery app. “Dani, babe, what do you want from Wingstop?”

She finally glanced at you upon processing the question, “Oh, uh… I’ll take a boneless meal deal.”

That was it. No, “let me see, mami” or “i don’t know, whatever you order, i’ll eat” responses the usual Daniela would shoot back with. And her off energy did not go unnoticed by the chat as well, because soon the comments on their wigs was quickly diverted towards Daniela acting strange strictly to you.

user02 okay hybe scared her straight yall…

user03 oh dani’s SCURRED scurred she’s not risking it

user04 my dann/n heart can’t hybe stop being homophobic

user05 the way y/n’s mood sours with dani’s omg :((

Since she wasn’t the one initiating physical touch or making an effort to keep you comfortable--even though it is her love language, not yours--you decided it would be best if you did.

You strolled over to where she sat in front of the computer, holding the phone down for her as your front grazed her back. Her posture straightened, and you felt her neck tense when your hand slid across her broad shoulders.

“I don’t know where that is, babe, can you pick it?”

[ THE WAY DANI IMMEDIATELY FOLDED SHES SO REAL ]

She cleared her throat, nodding as she took the phone from your hands. Fans noted the way you brushed against the shell of her hand deliberately, your other hand still caressing her nape, fingers creeping up to entangle themselves into the curls hidden beneath her beanie.

“Wait, that looks really good… will you share some with me, Dani? Please?” You pouted, gently grabbing her chin to tilt her head up at you. “I’ll share dessert with you if we go out later.”

[ the look?? suddenly im pregnant and y/n’s my baby daddy ]

Her throat, on display to everybody on the stream from the way you had her head angled up, visibly moved as she sucked in a breath and swallowed her nerves. The corners of her lips quirked upwards, her cheeks flushing the slightest shade of pink. One of her hands instinctively shot up to grab your wrist, guiding it down and away from her face as she glanced down at her screen in attempts to contain the smile you cracked out of her. “Yeah, no need to beg for it, mami.”

user06 i need me a begging futch like y/n this yr please santa

user07 god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

user08 until the sun comes up. until i need a wheelchair.

user09 nobody talking about dani calling y/n mami???

“Wait, y/n--!” Lara moved off camera to sign something at you. Upon receiving the gesture, you grabbed your own beanie roughly, hopping off screen. Startled, both Megan and Daniela looked at you offscreen as you giggled with Lara.

user10 it was the wig ain’t it

user11 we saw that strand y/n don’t play w us

Once Daniela realized what the little setback was about, she started distracting the chat with something else to draw attention away from you. “Last time I ordered Wingstop, they gave me like four dips for free. I thought I was blessed.”

When you came back onscreen, it was obvious you had adjusted your hat to hide whatever was leaking out from under your beanie. You took a seat beside Daniela, conversing with D4vd and hand casually grabbing at her thigh in support.

She didn’t seem to realize, used to the skinship the two of you were comfortable with.

When the five of you moved to where the Dance Dance Revolution machine was, you and D4vd hopped on for a quick game. two cameras showed you and him bouncing on your toes to the arrows as you laughed. In the foreground, Daniela and Lara were engaging with the fans watching, joking around about the chat’s opinions on their clothing.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, fit check?” She swatted Lara, gesturing for her to do it with her. She quickly unzipped her black hoodie, revealing a tucked Bulls jersey inside, her v-line evident under the hem. You caught a glimpse of the other two’s antics through the camera facing you, you spun, the other, bigger camera catching your startled expression upon seeing Daniela’s exposed abs. You stumbled in your step, messing up whatever rhythm you and D4vd had going on.

user12 real cuz my knees bucked at dani too

user13 ik their pr team hates to see dann/n coming

user14 the way they can’t hide it no matter how hard they try

“Yo, y/n, you good?” D4vd asked, halting his own dance moves to check on you. You waved a hand, nodding with a smile as you tried brushing it off. “I’m fine, just tripped on my pants.”

Megan’s infectious cackle could be heard from behind you, so you spun your head. Her hoodie was half off, leaving an arm in the open. She was leant close towards the fore camera, obviously giggling at the comments made on your mishap. You knew the fans were watching intently, and you knew you were definitely caught in 4k eyeing the Latina.

“Somebody said y/n’s knees are used to responding to futch Dani like that,” Megan announced, followed by her laughter.

Lara began chuckling at the comments as well, coming over to skim the words over Megan’s shoulder. Daniela zipped her jacket back up, glancing back to eye you as D4vd nudged your arm with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, “Oh my God, I tripped on my long ahh pants. Ya’ll wildin’ with these comments.”

You took your hoodie off, revealing the tight camo top you were wearing. You hurled it at Megan, who was straight mocking your poor excuse. Daniela shook her head, standing with D4vd to watch you practically pounce on Megan with flushed cheeks as she teased you for the obvious simping.

[ i need someone to look at me the way dani looks at y/n ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] Manzanita (26:07)

“Where’s y/n? Girl, ya’ll sick of me already?” Manon scoffed, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms, sulking jokingly. “Guys, y/n’s not all ‘at, she doesn’t love ya’ll the way I do.”

[ she’s so whiney bratty girlfriend she’s my spirit animal ]

“No, I’m just kidding. y/n’s not here right now, she’s out with Dani. Usually on Fridays, those two have this weird weekly thing they do, I’m not even entirely sure what it is.” Manon explained, “They leave straight from work to go do whatever, she won’t be back for at least another couple hours.”

user01 dann/n date, i repeat, DANN/N DATE

user02 manon’s their love child fs she’s a child of marriage

user03 this just healed the dann/n shipper in me

user04 manon try not to get fired challenge part 9283663

“Wait, am I not supposed to talk about that?” Manon slapped a hand over her mouth, “Oh f--Damn it, they’re gonna kill me.” She held a finger up to her lips, making a model face, “None of ya’ll heard that, don’t come for me. HYBE, if you watching this, you didn’t see nothin’.”

user05 ofc manon would be the one who exposes them

user06 manon’s just one of us in disguise i swear

user07 i am not fucking normal about any of this yall too calm

“Nevermind, guys! Daniela and y/n are not doing anything, I am alone in my house right now because everybody is out together,” Manon tried covering up, “Anyway, what’s ‘skib-bi-dee’? Wait, somebody said ‘you’re so sigma’. Is that good? Megan, is being sigma good?” she yelled.

The redhead’s voice, muffled, rang, “Don’t fall for it, Manz.”

“y/n is Dani’s huzz? Megan, what’s ‘huzz’?” Manon called again, but instead of yelling back, Megan popped her head through the doorway after a brief pause.

“I told you to stop falling for those, stop reading those aloud,” Megan scolded, “ain’t nobody have a huzz under this roof.”

user08 megan that’s cap and yk it

user09 no way all seven fine shyts don’t got a huzz

user10 atp i’m much more shocked when they deny dann/n allegations than if they’d confirm them

user11 so can i be y/n’s huzz

“No, y/n’s off limits, ya’ll.” Megan bent down to read over Manon’s shoulder. The older skimmed the comments, a look of concentration across her face as she squinted her eyes to scan the words. “‘Megan, you won’t slick, just drop the Dann/n lore already’? Oh my God, ya’ll really don’t give up, do you?”

Manon snorted, “Stubborn, but smart.”

Megan elbowed the older, the chat making fun of the loud whine the Ghanaian woman let out.

“Anyway--y/n is strictly off limits. Her parents may not live here, but I will be the stay at home mom for as long as I need.” She gestured towards her eyes with her fingers, then back towards the phone. “I’m watching you thirsty boys and girls.”

user12 dani trained megan well

user13 dani take off the megan mask alr oml

user14 i’m a proud thirsty girl dw

“Yeah, she’s all mine anyway.” Manon pursed her lips, looking the camera up and down in a jokey judgemental way.

daniela <3 you better watch your mouth bannerman

[ dann/n is real. dann/n is real. dann/n is real. dann/n is real. ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ YT VIDEO ] MAMA Performance BTS

“Come on, mami, you need to stay hydrated,” Daniela called, handing you her water bottle as you collapsed to the floor with your hand rested over your head, shielding your sensitive eyes from the fluorescent light. “I don’t want you falling sick before we actually get to do this onstage… I’d be too worried about you to put on a good show.”

[ the way mami rolls off her tongue i need her NOW ]

“I’m sure you would,” You rolled your eyes playfully, earning a slick eyebrow raise from the blonde. She took a step closer to you, crossing her arms. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

You scoffed, smirking. “Really, Dani? When have you ever had a problem with me rolling my eyes before.”

She looked down at you, her arms crossed and her head cocked to the side. She raised an eyebrow at your response, watching as you rose from your sprawled position on the floor. You sat up, resting your hands behind your back. You bit your lip, the cameraman zooming in on your expression before pulling out just in time to catch Daniela’s jaw clench.

[ omg ik they freaky as fuck on the low ]

“Since I’m trying to take care of you.” She waved the bottle before your face again. “So drink up, mami.”

Silence engulfed the two of you for a moment, only the muffled voices of your bandmates from afar could be heard. You grabbed the bottle from her hands, twisting the cap open and taking a sip. Once you’d swallowed, you open your mouth, as if to show the blonde still standing above you that you had finished drinking like she wanted you to.

“Happy now, Dani?”

[ LIKE COME ON WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ]

She smiled, satisfied. “Good, now get up. I’m fixing that little kink you have in that one move.”

You furrowed your eyebrows; “What kink?”

She grabbed your hand, yanking you up with ease. You let her take the bottle from your hand, tossing it aside before she fixed the low waist of her pants. “The strange little jut you do when we go down. Come on, I want you to look perfect.”

You gently shoved her in the shoulder. “Are you implying I’m not already perfect? Jerk.”

“I’m not implying, mami. I’m telling you straight up, ‘you’re not perfect’.” She chuckled, flashing you that dimpled smile. Even the Katseye editor seemed to be making fun of the way you two were bantering with so much chemistry. “Ow!--Okay, okay, I was just joking around, y/n, please! You know I hate when things are perfect, it’s the little imperfections that gives things personality.”

“Nice save, Avanzini. You get that from your perfect little book of inspirational thoughts?” you feigned annoyance, “But since you’re so eager to perfect me, then let’s do it.”

As you tied your hair up, the camera focused on Daniela behind you, she watched you do your thing with a small smile, her eyes softening as she grabbed your hips to guide you into whatever position the dance asked of you.

[ i screamed without the s they’re definitely a thing bro… ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。the last one genuinely had me smiling at my phone because I WISH DANIELA AVANZINI WAS ACTUALLY REAL AND NOT JUST A FIGMENT OF ALL OUR IMAGINATIONS😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

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hear me out.. megumi and reader in the back of the car while ijichi's driving...

ෆ You hadn’t even fully closed the car door before Megumi was on you.

Not with his hands — no, he was too controlled for that — but with the heavy, silent pressure of someone who was so far beyond angry that he didn’t need to yell. Not yet.

He sat beside you in the backseat, one thigh bouncing, arms crossed tight across his chest. He didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

Because he saw your little club post. Saw your skin out. Saw the way your dress clung to your hips. Saw the drink in your hand when you swore you’d stay in for the night.

And he waited.

Waited until Ijichi slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and adjusted the rearview mirror.

Then he finally turned toward you — calm, cold, pissed.

“I told you not to go out.”

You blinked, still warm with that soft, fuzzy club buzz.

“I just had a drink,” you muttered. “It wasn’t even a guy’s night. We just—”

“You went without telling me,” he said flatly. “You turned your location off. You wore that slutty little dress I told you to throw away.”

Your throat tightened.

He shifted, slowly unbuttoning his slacks.

“If you want to act like a whore,” he muttered, “you can choke like one.”

Your breath hitched. Eyes wide.

Ijichi was right there.

But your thighs clenched.

Megumi leaned toward you, voice low.

“Get on the floor.”

You hesitated — just one second too long — and he gripped your chin hard between his fingers.

“You’ve got five seconds to get on your knees, or I’m fucking your throat right here with your seatbelt still on.”

You slid off the seat.

The car jolted slightly as you sank to the floorboard in front of him, heart pounding. Your head swam just a little — the last of the liquor still buzzing in your blood — but your eyes stayed focused.

You wanted to please him. Needed to fix this.

Megumi pulled his cock out, already hard. Already leaking.

“You’re gonna take every inch,” he growled. “And you’re gonna stay there.”

You nodded — breath caught in your throat — and leaned in.

The first taste of him was salty. Warm. Heavy on your tongue. You sucked the tip in slow, letting your lips wrap around him while he stared down at you, jaw tight.

“That’s it,” he muttered, fingers slipping into your hair. “Open wider.”

You did — and he slid in deeper.

You moaned around him, sucking gently as he filled your mouth, inch by inch. He was thick. Heavy. Your lips stretched, tongue flattened, jaw aching already — and you loved it.

“You’re not even fighting it,” he whispered. “You like being used, huh?”

You nodded with his cock in your mouth.

“Drunk little slut out dancing for attention,” he growled. “But now you’re on your knees choking on my cock like the good girl you pretend you’re not.”

He thrust deeper.

You gagged once — softly — but he didn’t pull back. Just adjusted his grip, holding your head down until your throat squeezed around him.

“Breathe through your nose.”

You did — tears brimming, spit dripping down your chin, body trembling as the car swerved gently with every turn Ijichi made.

Up front, Ijichi was silent.

Megumi was rock still.

And you… you were full. Mouth stretched wide, throat clenching around him as he used your mouth with slow, shallow rolls of his hips.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he whispered. “You’re staying down there until I cum.”

You moaned around him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder — drool spilling down your chin, his cock shining wet in the dashboard light. Every time you swallowed around him, he groaned low under his breath.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel that? That’s me hitting the back of your throat. That little twitch? That’s your gag reflex.”

You whimpered — thighs clenched together, slick and aching — but you didn’t move. You just kept sucking.

“You’re gonna swallow it all,” he breathed. “Every drop.”

And he fucked your mouth faster now — quiet, shallow thrusts, holding your head in place as your nose buried in his skin, lips swollen and spit-slick.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

You felt him start to twitch.

His fingers dug into your scalp, and his jaw clenched.

“Fuck—fuck—swallow it—”

And he came.

Hot and thick, down your throat — pulse after pulse — and you swallowed on instinct, moaning around him as your body shook, lips still wrapped tight around the base of his cock.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Just breathed. Controlled. Silent. While your mouth stayed full.

Eventually, he pulled back, slow, a slick pop following as your lips slipped off the head of his cock.

Your chest rose fast. Face wet. Eyes glazed.

Megumi stared down at you like he’d just claimed you all over again.

“Next time,” he muttered, tucking himself back into his pants, “you ask permission before leaving the fucking house.”

You nodded.

Still kneeling. Still trembling.

Ijichi pulled into the curb and shifted the car into park.

“We’ve arrived,” he called back.

You quickly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Megumi leaned down and fixed your hair like nothing happened.

“Let’s go.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Girl Errands

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: You try to distract your husband from the multiple bags piled up in the back of your car, which was the result of you running "errands"

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

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Glancing down at your dashboard in your car, you saw that it was now around two in the afternoon and figured that Joe would probably be making his way home soon.

So, that left you with one task.

Beat him home so that he doesn't see the multiple bags that are a result of you telling him that you were going to run “errands”. 

You in fact did not run one errand according to Joe if you were to ask him since they consisted of Target, TJ Maxx, Starbucks, JoAnn Fabrics for more things to crochet, and last but certainly not least browsing the Savage Fenty website for new lingerie which you knew would end up getting torn and would make Joe buy you more. 

As you pulled out of the Target parking lot, you were met with a stop sign before turning on the main street and coming to a red stop light. You just so happened to glance to your right to see no one other than your husband drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and waiting for the light to change.

“Shit!” You muttered as you glanced behind you to look at the multiple bags in the backseat.

When you turned back around, Joe just so happened to catch your eye and you smirked before you gestured for him to roll down his window.

You might as well distract him.

“Hey handsome! You got a girl? I'm trying to go on a date with you tonight.” You said as you winked at him while he couldn't help but to laugh at your horrible attempt at a pick up line.

“I have a wife actually and I highly doubt she would like that very much.” 

“Well, I won't tell if you won't.”

“I'm trying to save us both from ending up being six feet under. She's short, but don't let that fool you.” He replied as you turned up your nose and glared at him.

“I'm sure I can take it. So what do you say?”

Before Joe could respond, he glanced in the backseat of your car and made a face before turning his attention back towards you.

“Uh oh.” You said quietly before you heard your husband's voice.

“Baby! What do you have in the backseat!?”

“Nothing! Bye!” You told him as the light turned green and you pulled off without another word.

But your luck ran out when you were once again caught at a stop light literally less than a mile from your house right next to Joe as he gestured for you to roll your window down and you shook your head no.

So as soon as you told him no, your ringtone for him started blasting throughout the car and you hesitantly hit accept.

“Princess….”

“Oh thank goodness. There's this weird dude who keeps following me in his car and pulling up next to me every time I'm at a stop light.”

“I am not doing this with you today. I refuse.” Joe said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Refuse what, babe?”

“Don't act dumb. Now what is in the backseat?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“For me to know and for you not to find out because I was supposed to beat you home and hide everything.” You honestly told him.

“Hmm, and how's that working out for you?”

“It'll be fine once I get home before you do.” You replied as you hit the gas once more and sped away from him.

“I am literally right behind you and you better slow down before you get a ticket.”

“I'm pretty and I'll be let off with a warning. Works every time.”

“Why do you love to stress me out on a daily basis?”

“You're the one who asked me to marry you so you did this to yourself.” You replied as you pulled into the garage with Joe right behind you.

Joe got out of his Porsche before coming over to the driver's side door of your car and opening it, seeing you smiling at him, but he did not look amused.

“Hi baby!” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Placing a kiss on his lips, he didn’t return it which made you frown. 

“Give me a kiss and fix your face.”

Joe rolled his eyes before kissing you and continued to make a face at you as he pulled away.

“Is this supposed to be serving as a distraction?”

“A little bit, but I can take my clothes off if it isn't working. Now how about that date you promised me?”

“I never even gave you an answer.”

“You're undressing me with your eyes so that's a good enough answer which obviously translates to yes.”

“We can go on a date... right after you show me what's in the backseat.”

“No.”

“Fine. I'll just get my hair cut and run errands in my gray sweatpants.” Joe told you as your eyes then went wide.

“I… Just get the bags please and I'll tell you.”

“That’s exactly what I thought.”

[lenacosse]

False god

pairing; jake peralta x reader

word count; 2,500

cw; smut, arguing

summary; reader gets extremely insecure and jealous, instead of talking it through her and jake argue which leads to fucking.



a/n: im backkkk. so sorry for the lack of posting for the last two months, ive been so preoccupied but i hope to get properly back now. also omg try not to make a post about a ts song mission= failed. can’t resist.

‘and you can’t talk to me when i’m like this

daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you

you’re the west village

you still do it for me, babe.’

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Your relationship with Jake wasn’t perfect, although to the eye of many that wasn’t obvious. You seemed utterly head over heels, and whilst that was the truth you, like any other couple had problems. But to the extent was not normal, most couples talk it out, that’s never been your method. The problem was Jake’s friendliness, before you got together you loved that about him, it was after all how you got together. You loved how he would talk to everyone, you loved how he made people laugh, but now that you sit in a crowded restaurant gritting your teeth watching your boyfriend make the waitress laugh, he told a joke, a joke first told to you, your gaze was fixated on him, the crease by his eyes as he laughed, the nod of his head as she spoke, but worst of all the prolonged eye contact they held and how her eyes glistened as they done so.

Swiftly you finished your wine, you cleared your throat and the waitress turned to you. You nodded your head to the empty glass, right away she excused herself with the glass to get you another.

“She’s lovely,” you grinned, the sarcasm seeping through your words.

“It’s the Peralta charm, she couldn’t help laugh at my joke,” Jake teased, resuming his meal. You near scoffed at the audacity of him, deep down you knew he was being harmless- a mere joke, but you couldn’t help the insecurity inside of you get the better of your mind. You and Jake have been together for two years, the longest you’ve both been with someone, your biggest fear is that Jake will get bored of you, so interactions like this had your mind running wild- reaching to the worst possible scenarios.

For the rest of your meal you were barely listening to Jake enthuse about his week at work, he talked about his perps, his drug busts and the banter within the precinct. Instead you were in your head, imagining the end of your relationship, more specifically Jake leaving you for someone much prettier and funnier. He’s never not been loyal, he’s never given you an reason to feel this way, yet you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t turn off your self sabotaging mind and that was a slow undeniable killer.

“Are you okay?” Jake said, snapping you back to reality, concern written over his face, his eyes gentle and comforting.

“I’m fine.” You replied. “Just tired.” You couldn’t shake the coldness of your words. Jake reached over the table to grab your hand, you sighed and moved your hand away, feeling too indifferent to talk about it. You could see the disappointment building in his eyes.

“Let’s go then.” Jake said as he stood up grabbing his jacket and pushing his chair in, you paid the bill and got into his car.

A deafening silence fell over you both for the first few minutes of the car ride, you didn’t know what to say, you were worried that if you started to talk you would end up fighting. The car stopped at the red light, you found your eyes wondering over to Jake, one hand on the wheel the other tapping on the dashboard as he starred out the window, his eyebrows were knitted together in a frustrated manner and his body was tense. He glanced at you and instantly your eyes hardened.

“What did I do to upset you this much?” Jake asked, his voice firm.

“Nothing.” You mumbled looking down at your lap.

“Then why are you acting like this? I don’t understand the night started great now you’re distant. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

The emotion in his voice had you heart aching, you couldn’t understand why your mind done this to you, from a rational perspective the interaction was harmless- maybe enough for you to sulk over, but not to this extent and you knew that. You nervously picked at you nails as you replied.

“Of course I do Jake- you know I love you. But it’s just..” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

He turned to look at you now, “just what?”

“You’re too friendly! That’s the problem.”

“Too friendly? What does that even mean?!” He laughed, you looked at him and instantly filled with rage.

“Don’t be stupid Jake. Don’t do that, you were flirting with that fucking waitress.”

The light went green and Jake drove again, his eyes were focused on the road as he spoke. “Flirting? Seriously. This again.” He sighed, “I’m not flirting with anyone.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “it’s so fucking obvious! The fuck me eyes she was sending you, you’re not blind Jake anyone could have sensed it.”

“You’re seeing things. Seriously, tell me why would I do that?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!!”

“Maybe for once it’s not me, it’s you. You are the one causing the problem here not me.”

“As I recall you were the one flirting!” You fumed.

“Flirting or simply talking? Should I just stay away from all woman from now on?”

“You’re infuriating right now. Just fucking apologise.”

“For what?!” Jake raised his voice, “I didn’t do anything. I made me waitress laugh, you’re acting as if I asked for her number.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” You muttered.

“Really? You think I’d cheat on you.” Jake said as he parked the car outside his apartment complex.

You got out of the car slamming the door after you and Jake followed behind you. “Well would you?”

He punched in the code to open the complex door, you stood with your arms crossed walking with him. “What kind of question is that? Obviously not.”

You pressed the elevator button and stood beside him, arms crossed again and your body stiff with anger. “That’s not what I picked up on looking at you and that woman.”

“Y/N. I did not flirt with her. Get that idea out of your head.” Jake groaned, clearly becoming increasingly frustrated with you.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have that idea if you weren’t so fucking friendly!” You practically shouted. Your face flushed red with embarrassment as a couple walked out of the elevator, by the looks of your face you could tell they heard everything. The man gave Jake a sympathetic look which made you roll your eyes, his girlfriend elbowed him in response to that.

Jake walked into the elevator, you followed and pressed the floor number. “I don’t want to have this stupid conversation anymore. I didn’t flirt with her! And I’m not too friendly, there’s no such thing.”

“Oh yes there is. You are a prime example,” you scoffed as the elevator doors closed.

“You want to know what’s exhausting? This. I’m sick of you being so insecure.”

“Then break up with me.”

“What? No. Are you insane?”

“Go on. Do it. I know you want to, do it Jake break up with me.”

“I’d be crazy to break up with you.” Jake moved closer to you.

“I think you want to.” You starred into his eyes, deep down you’d be distraught if he broke up with you. But the thrill of keeping him on his toes outweighed that.

He grabbed your arm pull you closer to him. “Don’t say anything like that again. Ever.”

Your face flushed hearing him being so assertive, when Jake got this way you could swoon. You smirked and looked up at him. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“Everything you’re doing right now is bothering me,” he got even closer to you, your chest was pushed up against his front. “Trying to scare me off?”

“Is it working?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel Jake’s breath on your face, furthering the heat rising to your face.

“No.” Jake responded. He pushed you against the elevator mirror, your back hitting the rail. His hands firmly gripped your hips, sure enough to leave a bruise, your breath quickened as he lowered his head and smashed his lips to yours.

You got caught up in an intense moment, your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer as your leg rose to wrap around his waist. You were pushed right up against the mirror as you shared a hungry make out, his tongue fought and won dominance as it explored your mouth. One of his hands moved from your waist and hiked up your thigh and skirt. His finger edged to your panties, and started to slowly circle your clit. You gasped at the sudden pleasure, breaking the kiss. Jake kissed your neck however quickly stopped and moved away once the elevator door opened. You tried to fix yourself up and walk normally to his door, you impatiently waited as Jake opened the door, you could’ve swore he was being slow to tempt you. You walked in first, wasting no time you grabbed his tie, a rare thing to see Jake in and pulled him to you.

His hands met your waist, he smirked. “Eager?”

“Shut up.” You replied.

As you kiss Jake backs you into his room, pulling down your top to reveal your bra and down onto his bed. Using his tie again you pull him on top of you, you remove his tie and make a start at unbuttoning his shirt. His lips meet your neck as he marks you, his hand travels down your body resting in between your legs, he moved your underwear aside and shoves two fingers inside of you. You cry out at the abrupt movement but quickly it turns to an override of pleasure, Jake moves from your neck and watches your face as he roughly fucks you with his fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot, as if that wasn’t enough he circles his thumb on your clit. The pleasure making your legs shake and vision blur, the sounds coming from your mouth were incoherent, your whole body was trembling in pleasure. The pleasure continuing to build you knew you were close, you felt yourself ignite and be overcome with pleasure but just as you were about to finish he pulled his fingers out.

“Jake-” you whined but was quickly stopped by his fingers going into your mouth. You sucked his fingers, you couldn’t help but heat up at the taste of yourself on his finger. Jake removed his fingers and kissed you hungrily, his hand moving to your breast and rolling your nipple in between his finger over your lacy bra. You pull his shirt off and break the kiss, to mark his collarbone.

“Marking territory?” Jake teased as his hand slipped under your and effortlessly undone your bra. As you pulled your head back he removed your top and bra.

“Seems as if I have to.” You scoffed, Jake grabbed your jaw.

“As I’ve said before I’d never cheat on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, he let go of your jaw and moved to your ear. “We’re not leaving this bed until you realise it.”

His voice was enough to make you squeeze your thighs together but the words spoken had you stifling a moan. Jake kissed down your neck, you arched your back pushing your body up onto him, desperate for pleasure. You grab his hand and bring it in between your thighs, hoping for pleasure from him.

“What do you want?” Jake asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“You.” You responded, biting your lip. You could see it in his eyes, he was tempted to take you right there but resisted, much to your dismay.

“Be more specific,” he slowly moved his finger to brush against your clit, you hissed at the sensation.

“I want you to make me cum with your fingers. Then,” you moved your hand into his hair, tugging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“So demanding. Not even a please?”

“Are you going to or not?” You raised an eyebrow, Jake smirked and inserted two fingers into you.

You senses once again filled with pleasure from Jake roughly moving his fingers, you moaned his name feeling the pleasure override you. Your legs trembled as using his thumb he rubbed your clit. A continuous thread of moans left your mouth as you came undone, you vision whitened as you released, your body going into a state of utter bliss. Jake removed his fingers and took your skirt off, your hands made quick work of removing his belt and trousers. You watched eagerly as his cock sprung out with the removal of his boxers.

You moved your hand down to slowly stroke him, he softly groaned in response. You then wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he slid into you, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you adjusted to him. Right away Jake began to pound into you, one of his hands held your thigh as the other gripped the headboard making him completely tower over you, you watched his face contorted in pleasure. The room filled with the sound of your bodies joining together and your lustful moans, you knew trying to conceal them wouldn’t work, so you let it happen, not that anyone would complain Jake loved the sound of your moans. Jake fucked you like he’s never done before you wouldnt’ve been surprised if your bodies left a permanent dent into the mattress, that was only furthered when he moved your legs to rest over his shoulders allowing him to go deeper. Your mind became numb with pleasure, the only thing you could focus on was the immense pressure between your thighs.

Jake pushed your chin up to look at him, your eyes were pricking with tears as you got closure to release. “Believe me now?”

“Not quite.” You moaned.

This only fuelled Jake more to the point where the bed was slamming against the wall and tears of pleasure were streaming down your face, you felt the pleasure override you.

“So close.” You moaned.

“Cum for me,” Jake said, his voice dripping with pleasure, that itself sent you over edge.

The euphoric sensation washed over you yet again, your vision blurred as your entire body shook, never had you felt this way before. Jake continued, cashing his own release as you slowly came down from that high, however it wasn’t long until you felt it building up again. Jakes movements got strained as he got closer, again you came and white hot pleasure overcame you. Jake came inside you, moaning into your ear. Slowly he pulled out and lay beside you. You both starred at the ceiling, catching your breath. He turned to you and tucked your hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you turned to face him too.

“Believe me now?” Jake teased, stroking your cheek.

“I always did I was just in my head, totally worth it though,”

“Totally worth it though; title of your sex tape.”

“Jake.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him.

[pinkshortbread]

Can you write some NSFW headcanons about Daisuke and Curly 😭🙏🏿

Thank you so much for your patience, your request had been waiting for a whole week in the ask box. 😔

Spicy headcanons under the cut. ❤️

[Curly Headcanons] - NSFW 💫

Body Type.

Soft Giver / Service and Pleasure Top.

I feel like Curly doesn't have a clue about how big he is down there. He is packed but it's just an average dick, right ? Right ? Oh.

This guy, so affectionate, when he is giving you in missionnary he doesn't hesitate to handle your head so you don't hurt yourself against the wall.

Clearly into you touching his ass during the act, he loves it. Dude has a whole bakery and he wants you to know it.

A lot of praising during the act such as "You're so pretty, taking my cock like this..." "Don't worry about it, you're perfect." "Mh... I like the way you look like right now..."

Has a thing about size difference, loving the way you look so breedable and soft under him. It makes him go feral.

When you two can't do the act, especially when he is working in the cockpit and too busy for him to give you his dick, he pats his thighs so you can sit on his lap and asks you to give some space for his hand into your pants while he checks on the screen and dashboard. And that's on the finger-orgasm not too late after that.

Can be rough ONLY if you ask him to. That can be rare but when he does, he is fond of hearing the sound of his balls slapping against your ass while you sing his name with your tongue out.

[Daisuke Headcanons] - NSFW 🌺

Body Type.

Soft Giver / Noisy Switch / Leaning to Sub Top.

(Cis Daisuke) -> I feel like Daisuke is a little bigger than average, his dick is slightly curved upward when he's hard it's very very useful. :)

(Trans Daisuke for a friend 😘) -> I feel like Daisuke has a t-dick, he still takes his testosterone shots monthly on the Tulpar. Heard about many close friends that T makes you very horny, so...

Sit on his face. He adores the warm feeling growing into his chest when he looks up at you while you cry his name as you ride onto his tongue. It makes him smirk between your legs.

Daisuke has a playlist for sex, nothing too cliché but he does like to cover up the noises you both could make.

Has a thing about overstimulation, even though he looks like he is hurt, oh god he loves it and pleas for it.

"Baby, please..." "I've been a good boy, please please please..."

Messy guy, messy with you and makes a mess. Everything's stickyyyy. <3

No place around the Tulpar is safe, you guys did it everywhere. "Babe, I know it's not the moment but I was thinking about the lounge-" "I was WAITING for you to say that, let's go."

[sevarchive]

♡ pages between us ──

જ⁀➴ a rin itoshi story. 5.6k words

synopsis: in which a boy who forgot how to speak meets a not-so-quiet girl who never needed words to understand him.

a/n: this piece was written for a ticket from the ask roulette carnival! visit their original ticket here!

the first thing to go was rin’s voice.

at first, there was just the high-pitched ringing in his ears. everything felt tilted, slightly off, like gravity had given up trying to hold things in place.

he tried to speak. maybe his brother’s name, but nothing came out.

his hands were still clenched around the steering wheel. pale, shaking. the horn was blaring, low and broken, a droning sound that made his chest feel tight. the dashboard lights flickered dimly. the world felt stuck.

he turned his head to the passenger seat.

sae wasn’t moving.

he couldn’t remember what they were fighting about. something trivial. soccer. their parents. the way sae always acted like rin would never catch up. it had ended with shouting. harsh, ugly words. sae yelling. rin yelling louder.

then the headlights. then the noise. tires. screams. a sound like the sky splitting open.

then the silence.

it didn’t end when the car stopped spinning. it followed him into the ambulance, into the hospital room with white walls and beeping monitors. it lingered beneath the voices of strangers trying to wake him up. it echoed in his ears even when everything else had gone still.

rin lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to move, unable to speak. every time someone said his name, it felt like they were talking to someone else. someone who hadn't made his brother stop breathing.

the silence wasn’t empty. it was heavy. dense. like it knew what he had done.

the doctors called it trauma-induced mutism. a form of psychological shutdown. his parents asked if it would go away. the therapist gave him a notebook and said writing could be another form of communication. like speaking without sound.

but rin didn’t write. he didn’t speak. he didn’t cry.

at the funeral, people told him he was lucky to be alive. that he had been spared for a reason.

he didn’t feel spared.

his mother clutched him so tightly he felt like he might stop breathing. his father didn’t say much. just stood behind him, jaw clenched, as if he might shatter if he opened his mouth.

rin sat in the front row, numb in an unfamiliar suit, staring at his shoes while the priest talked about peace and closure. the words fell flat.

they buried his brother in the middle of spring. the flowers on the casket were bright and fresh. too alive.

rin kept his mouth shut.

because whatever he had to say no longer mattered.

days blurred together.

the hospital room never changed, same sterile walls, same clock that ticked too loudly. people still came and went. some with words too soft, others with eyes too careful. rin said nothing. not when they asked how he was, not when they asked if he could try.

then she walked in.

and she did not whisper.

“okay,” she said, standing in the doorway, scanning the small, quiet room.

“are you the emotionally constipated soccer prodigy?”

rin looked up, only slightly, just enough to glare.

she grinned like she’d just won a bet. “bingo.”

then, with a casual shrug, she added, “i’m y/n, by the way. your new tutor-slash-babysitter, apparently. but in my defense, i’m technically still a student too.”

she tapped her hospital ID lightly. “i’m training here for my psych rotation. we’re the same age, so don’t worry. i won’t start lecturing you like some crusty professor.”

she dropped something onto the table between them.

another notebook.

not a clinical one. not the same blank white pages the therapist had offered. this one was already worn, the cover bent at the corner, decorated with a sticker of a sleeping fox curled around a moon.

he stared.

“i’m also excellent at one-sided conversations,” she added, flipping through her own notes. “and sarcasm. and snack bribery. i’m basically overqualified.”

still, rin didn’t move.

she dug something out of her bag, a small paper bag of convenience store gummies. she tossed it onto the table in front of him.

“first offering. if you don’t like strawberry, we’re gonna have a problem.”

no response.

she didn’t seem fazed.

“anyway. i heard you’re not talking, which is fine. i talk enough for both of us.”

she slid the notebook toward him.

“i figured if words don’t come out of your mouth, maybe they’ll come out of your hand.”

rin blinked slowly.

she blinked back, exaggerated. then made a clicking sound and pointed two fingers at her eyes.

“don’t think i didn’t see that. that was 0.2 seconds of eye contact. we're bonding already.”

for the first time in months, something tugged at the edge of rin’s mouth.

it wasn’t a smile.

but it was dangerously close.

before she left that day, she leaned over the table then flipped the notebook to the first page and scribbled something down.

“there,” she said proudly, setting the pen beside. “homework.”

she stood up and slung her bag over one shoulder with dramatic flair. the pins on her tote clinked together, one of them shaped like a jellybean.

“you don’t have to write back,” she added, pointing at him as she walked backwards toward the door,

“just... write whatever you want. or don’t. i’ll still come back tomorrow.”

she gave him a casual salute, then winked.

“see you, grim.”

then she was gone.

later afternoon, rin reached for the notebook, just curious enough to crack the cover. at the top of the page, written in bubbly letters, she had asked:

"what’s one thing you miss, even if you pretend you don’t?"

beneath it, she’d drawn a list with checkboxes:

☐ talking ☐ soccer ☐ late-night snacks ☐ your favorite hoodie before your mom shrank it in the wash ☐ someone you don’t know how to talk about ☐ all of the above ☐ none of the above ☐ …you’ll tell me one day?

next to it was a tiny doodle of her with cartoon sparkles in her eyes and a speech bubble that read:

“i promise not to laugh. unless it’s something funny. then i can’t help it.”

he didn’t even look up when he slid the notebook back across the table.

y/n opened it the next day, probably expecting a sarcastic retort or a ridiculous drawing.

instead, she found the quietest answer of all, one that said everything and nothing at once.

her fingers lingered on the page for a second. then she smiled. just a little.

then she suddenly reached into her bag and pulled out a small folder, flipping through until she found what she was looking for: a stapled packet labeled expressive therapy prompts – selective mutism intervention.

“okay, so,” she began, setting the folder down between them,

“let’s try something light. just a few questions. you don’t have to write full sentences, just whatever comes naturally.”

she gave him a reassuring look. “these are meant to help you reconnect with how you feel, not trap you in it. deal?”

rin said nothing, but his gaze dropped to the notebook. his pen was already in hand.

y/n leaned forward slightly, folding her arms on the table.

“all right. first question,” she said clearly.

“what’s one environment or space that makes you feel safe, or made you feel safe in the past?”

she watched him carefull, not rushing, not filling the silence.

he paused, then scribbled:

"the roof at night. when no one’s around."

y/n tilted her head, smile thoughtful. “mm. i like that. you seem like a rooftop kind of guy. quiet. open air. no one asking you questions.”

he didn’t react.

but he hadn’t closed the notebook either.

she took a breath, then continued gently.

“second question.”

“what’s one object or item that brings you comfort? something you kept, or still keep close.”

rin hesitated, then wrote, slower this time:

"my old cleats. i still clean them even though i can’t use them."

y/n blinked once, then murmured, “that’s… really specific. and really honest. thanks for that.”

she didn’t overdo the praise.

across from her, rin didn’t shift or shrink back like he sometimes did. he kept the pen resting in his hand, fingers still curled around it like he hadn’t decided whether to keep going or not.

it was subtle, but noticeable.

a few minutes ago, she wasn’t sure if he’d even pick up the pen. but now he had answered more questions, both personal, both intentional.

the tension in his shoulders had softened. he hadn’t looked at her directly, but his responses came quicker now, like he wasn’t overthinking them anymore. it was the kind of progress she didn’t want to scare off by naming out loud.

so instead, she turned the page in her notebook slowly, keeping her voice gentle, almost conversational.

“okay,” she said, glancing at the final prompt, “last one.”

she gave him a small, almost apologetic smile.

“this one’s a bit deeper, so… answer only if you feel okay doing that.”

she hesitated, then read it clearly:

“what’s a childhood memory that still feels warm when you think about it?”

that was when rin froze. his pen hovered over the paper. his shoulders, which had begun to loosen, tensed all at once. he stared at the question like it had struck him across the face.

y/n immediately picked up on it.

“hey,” she said gently. “it’s okay. we don’t have to answer that one today.”

no response.

she waited a beat longer, then slowly reached over and turned the notebook toward herself, flipping it closed with care.

“you did more than enough. most people don’t realize how much energy it takes to just… try. to sit in a room like this and let someone ask questions that brush too close to old bruises.”

she reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and set it gently on the edge of the desk beside his notebook.

“that’s my number,” she said, almost offhandedly, but her voice was softer now.

“not for emergencies or anything dramatic. just… in case. if there’s something you want to say when it’s too late in the day, or if the quiet feels a little too loud.”

she tucked her hands into her sleeves, the way she always did when she wasn’t sure if she’d said too much.

“you don’t have to use it. no pressure. just thought maybe it’s easier to carry someone’s voice in your pocket than across a table.”

she gave him one last look, not waiting for a reaction, just leaving the offer where it belonged.

“see you tomorrow, rin.”

then she turned and walked out the door, her footsteps soft, her presence lingering long after she’d gone.

one night, long after visiting hours had ended and the halls had gone still, rin jolted awake in a cold sweat.

his chest heaved like something heavy had been dropped into it. his breath came in short, panicked gasps that scraped his throat raw. for a moment, he couldn’t tell if the blood in his mouth was real or just memory. if the sirens were ringing now, or if they were echoing from the past.

he saw the headlights.

he saw sae’s face.

he pressed both palms to his ears and curled into himself, squeezing his eyes shut. but the crash kept happening. over and over. a looping reel that played behind his eyes.

he tried to steady his breath. the way the therapist taught him. inhale for four. hold. exhale for four.

but it didn’t work.

his hands reached for the call button, hovering, then pulling back. he didn’t want to see another nurse he didn’t know. didn’t want their practiced sympathy or distant voices telling him to take deep breaths. he needed,

he grabbed the small scrap of paper from the drawer beside his bed. her number was still there.

for a full minute, he just stared at it. then his fingers moved, uncertain, as he picked up his phone.

1:42 am[rin]: sorry[rin]: i know it’s late[rin]: i’m not okay.

he didn’t expect her to reply. not at that hour. not when she had a life outside this sterile building and a role she wasn’t obligated to carry home.

but two minutes later, his screen lit up.

1:44 am[y/n]: what happened?[y/n]: wait i’m coming.

she didn’t ask what happened. she didn’t make him explain.

fifteen minutes later, she was at his door in a hoodie and pajama pants, hair tied messily on top of her head, eyes wide and searching.

“rin,” she whispered, stepping inside, her voice steady despite her obvious worry. “hey. you texted me. that’s good.”

he didn’t say anything, just sat stiffly on the bed, notebook untouched beside him.

she came closer and crouched down, carefully so she didn’t startle him. “you don’t have to tell me what it was. but i’m here, okay? i’m here now.”

and she was. just like always.

he pressed the notebook into her hands. his handwriting was messier this time.

“the crash. again. it won’t stop.”

her gaze softened, and she reached up to squeeze his hand. “nightmares are cruel like that,” she said.

“they drag you back when you’re finally learning to move forward.”

she didn’t let go.

“you want to stay up for a bit?” she offered. “i don’t really feel like sleeping either.”

he nodded, faintly.

she smiled. “okay. well… we could read something. or i could awkwardly narrate your favorite manga aloud.”

he took the pen and scribbled something short.

“movie?”

her brows lifted. “movie. sure. something quiet? comforting? ghibli?”

he paused.

then slowly wrote:

“horror.”

y/n stared at the word like it had personally betrayed her.

“oh, absolutely not,” she said, scandalized. “i may be training in psychology, but i draw the line at watching demonic children crawl out of wells at 2 a.m.”

he raised an eyebrow, as if to say, coward.

she squinted at him. “fine. but i’m bringing the chair close to the bed so i can throw myself across the room if anything jumps out.”

that night, they watched the shining on his tablet.

rin sat against the pillows, arms crossed, stone-faced as always.

y/n, on the other hand, flinched at every creaking floorboard in the movie. at some point, when the twins appeared in the hallway, she let out a very undignified squeak and grabbed the edge of his blanket.

“you know,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “the fact that you enjoy this explains so much about your personality.”

halfway through, she was curled up on the chair with her knees pulled close and her head tilted toward his side of the bed, so close her shoulder brushed his every time she moved.

at one point, he heard her breathing slow. her head dipped slightly.

she had fallen asleep, right there, in a flimsy chair, in a cold hospital room, next to a boy who hadn’t spoken a word in months.

rin looked down at the hand still resting near his blanket.

and for the first time in a long while, he felt steady.

like someone had reached into the chaos of his night and held it still.

quietly, without thinking, he picked up the notebook and wrote just two words on the top of a clean page.

“thank you.”

then he set it on her lap before letting his eyes close, too.

that was the first night he slept without dreaming of blood.

the days blurred into weeks, but the change between them was unmistakable.

they no longer kept to the rigid format of sessions. sometimes she asked him questions, but most of the time they just… talked. or rather, she talked. he wrote. and slowly, his responses became longer. more thoughtful. more personal.

he started opening about things no one had asked him about in months. and she listened. without trying to fix him. without pretending she understood exactly.

he’d find himself noticing her more, in quieter ways. the way she always carried two pens, one of which always ran out of ink. how she talked with her hands, dramatically, like she was narrating a stage play only she could see. how she laughed before her jokes landed, as if daring him not to find them funny.

sometimes she brought her own stories to fill the silence. about her family. her dog that once swallowed an entire sock and lived. the boy who broke her heart in high school by dating her and her friend. her dreams of becoming a full-fledged therapist.

one afternoon, as the sky began to turn gold through the hospital windows, rin passed her a folded note with a simple sentence.

“the beach helps. always has.”

she looked up.

“yeah?” she asked, brows raised.

he nodded once.

“it’s not far,” she said, tapping her lip in thought. “i can pull some strings.”

two weeks later, they sat side by side on the sand.

it was late in the day, the beach mostly empty. the waves rolled in slow and steady, and the air tasted like salt and sun-warmed driftwood. y/n had brought a picnic blanket and convenience store snacks.

“it’s nice,” she said softly, pulling her knees to her chest. “i get why this helps.”

he didn’t write anything at first. then he tapped her arm with the pen and showed her a line:

“it reminds me of my brother.”

she paused, her breath catching, but didn’t look away.

“was this your place? you used to come here?”

he nodded.

she waited a few seconds, then asked, “what would you tell him, if you could?”

he stared at the waves a long time before writing anything.

“i was angry. but i never hated him.” “i wish i hadn’t wasted so much time trying to be louder than him.” “i miss when we were just kids.”

y/n didn’t say anything right away. she reached into the bag and quietly handed him a strawberry-flavored rice cracker.

“thank you,” she murmured. “for letting me know him a little.”

they sat like that for a while, watching the sky deepen into a slow, bruised blue.

eventually, she asked, “when you get discharged, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do?”

rin looked up. the question surprised him more than it should’ve.

she waited, chewing on a piece of dried mango.

he finally wrote:

“sleep in my own bed.”

then a pause.

“then eat real ochazuke.”

“solid priorities,” she grinned. “you’re living the dream.”

she laughed, looking out over the water, wind tossing her hair slightly. “you’ll make it out of here. i know it.”

and he believed her.

she stretched her arms over her head, then dropped them into her lap with a satisfied sigh. “you know what you owe me when you’re free?”

he tilted his head.

“a movie,” she declared. “not on your tiny little tablet. a real one. in a real theater. stale popcorn. teenagers making out behind us.”

he raised a brow, clearly unimpressed by the cinematic vision.

“and not just any movie,” she added dramatically. “we’re watching the new final destination. opening night. i want to scream so loud i get banned from the building.”

rin blinked at her. slowly reached for the notebook.

“sounds like torture for you.”

“exactly,” she beamed. “ but we're bonding through fear. it’s clinically proven.”

he rolled his eyes, but she swore there was the barest smile tugging at his mouth.

then he paused and scribbled another line, showing it to her with deliberate calm.

“so… you’re asking me out.”

y/n froze.

her brain short-circuited for a second too long.

“i-no—i mean—not like that—!” she stammered, face warming instantly. “it’s not a date-date, obviously. i mean, unless you—no! that’s not what i meant. it’s just—friendly horror-based exposure therapy. very professional.”

rin stared, amused.

she groaned into her hands. “god. why do you only choose to be smug when i walk right into things?”

he offered the notebook again, one simple word:

“yes.”

she peeked through her fingers, still flustered.

“…yes what?”

“to the movie.”

rin gave her a dry look, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

she smirked in triumph and passed him the notebook.

their fingers brushed.

and neither of them moved.

the touch was light—barely there—but it lingered longer than it needed to.

her eyes flicked to where their hands touched, then up to meet his gaze. her cheeks were already turning pink.

his ears were, too.

the first time it happened, it had been quick. an accident. easy to pretend it meant nothing.

but this time, he didn’t pull away.

this time, he let his fingers settle lightly over hers. just enough to say this is on purpose.

she blinked once, visibly flustered—but didn’t let go.

instead, she smiled, quiet and a little shy, and gave his hand the gentlest squeeze.

a beat passed.

then another.

he held on.

and even though neither of them said a word, both of them knew—something had shifted. something soft and new.

he started writing to her when she wasn’t around.

not because he had anything urgent to say, but because the words felt safer on paper, where they couldn’t ruin anything.

they were never long. just quiet thoughts that came to him between sessions, or late at night when the wind outside his window reminded him of the sea.

you make it feel less like i’m drowning.your laugh lives in my chest.i think i’m falling in love with you.

sometimes, he folded the page in half. sometimes, he tore it out entirely, crumpled it, and tossed it toward the trash can with more force than necessary.

he told himself it didn’t matter. that it was just a passing thing. a side effect of proximity. a crush born of gratitude and shared silence.

but the truth was, she lingered.

in the quiet moments. in the way he started sitting up straighter when he knew she was coming. in the small, ridiculous way he started checking his hair in the reflection of the window.

once, she left behind a pen in his room. it didn’t even work. but he kept it in his drawer anyway.

that was the thing with her.

she didn’t try to fix him. she just stayed long enough for him to want to fix himself.

they filled pages the next day. more drawings than words. she doodled herself dramatically fainting from stress. he added a cartoonish ghost of himself rolling his eyes.

then, halfway through a game of notebook tic-tac-toe, she asked without looking up,

“hey. what’s something no one’s ever told you, but you wish they had?”

the pen in his hand stilled.

his breath caught, just for a moment. he didn’t answer. didn’t move.

she noticed immediately.

her voice softened. “too much?”

he nodded once.

“okay,” she said, quiet and easy. “we’ll save the deep trauma dump for next week.”

her smile was gentle. and he could feel his chest tighten again, but not in the painful way.

in the terrifying, i think i could love her way.

and maybe he already did.

so later, when she left the room and the silence returned, he opened the notebook to a fresh page. his handwriting was slower this time. careful.

if i could speak again, the first thing i’d want to say is your name.just once.just to see what it sounds like when i mean it.

he stared at the words for a long time.

then folded the page in half.

and tucked it deep into his drawer, next to the broken pen she left behind.

the week before his discharge, something in the air had started to change. it was like the world outside the hospital was beginning to tug at him, quietly reminding him that his time there was almost up.

y/n noticed it too.

so when she showed up that afternoon, she didn’t bring the notebook. no worksheets. no therapy scripts.

just two bottled drinks, a hoodie slung over her arm, and a quiet smile.

“c’mon. let’s take a walk.”

y/n glanced over at him, arms folded loosely across her chest. “you nervous?” she asked gently.

rin shook his head.

she raised a brow. “liar.”

his lips twitched, just slightly.

“i would be,” she said, looking ahead again. “it’s weird, right? you wait so long to get out, but when it’s actually close... it kind of sneaks up on you.”

he nodded once.

they passed under the shade of a broad-leafed tree, and she slowed her pace.

“i’ve been thinking about something,” she said after a beat. “this is probably selfish to ask, but...”

she glanced at him again, eyes soft. “when you leave, what’s the one thing you think you’ll miss the most?”

rin stopped walking.

the breeze tugged at the edge of her cardigan.

he reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out the familiar pen and small notepad she had given him weeks ago for when the full one got too heavy to carry.

he scribbled something down, then handed it to her.

y/n took it carefully. read the two words.

“you. always.”

she froze.

for a moment, she didn’t say anything, just stared at the handwriting, her breath caught somewhere in her chest.

then her voice came, soft and shaking just a little.

“i wasn’t ready for that.” she looked up at him. “you mean it?”

he held her gaze and gave the smallest nod.

she tucked the paper gently into her sleeve like it was something sacred. then nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “that’s really unfair, y’know.”

he tilted his head.

“now i’m gonna miss you too much.”

he opened his mouth, slow and careful. not like the others. not like the hoarse attempts with therapists or the strained syllables in nightmares.

his throat moved. his lips parted.

“y—”

the sound caught low in his chest, rough and raw. her name. maybe something more.

but she didn’t hear it.

because just as the sound left him, the shout came:

“wait—is that rin itoshi?”

rin froze.

the moment snapped in half.

voices. a crowd. phones already raised. questions ricocheting through the space like stones thrown too fast.

“holy crap, it’s really him—” “rin! when are you playing again?” “are you joining the national team?” “say something!” “do you even still play soccer?”

the wind shifted, and so did the air between them.

y/n’s smile dropped in an instant. she turned, placing herself slightly in front of him as the noise rushed in.

“please give us space,” she said, firm but calm. “this is a medical facility. he’s not taking questions.”

but the voices didn’t stop. the crowd swelled. someone stepped too close, a camera nearly clipped her shoulder. she stumbled back, arms out to balance herself.

“rin?” she called out, trying to see him through the sea of movement.

his heart lurched. she was too far. too exposed. he pushed through, elbowing between shoulders and phones, but the noise swallowed his footsteps.

“y/n!”

her eyes scanned frantically.

and then, she turned the wrong way.

rin heard the screech of tires. the awful, final thud. the sharp collective gasp of a crowd realizing they had pushed too hard.

then silence.

crushing, absolute silence.

he didn’t remember running. just that one moment he was among strangers, and the next he was kneeling in the street.

blood smeared the asphalt beneath her head.

rin’s vision tunneled. it felt like looking at a photograph from a nightmare he’d never woken from. something twisted and wrong, like his brain refused to accept the image in front of him. she wasn’t supposed to look like that. not her. not the only person who had ever reached him where no one else could.

her chest was rising—barely.

“i—i lost you in the crowd,” she whispered, voice fragile, cracking. “i was trying to—come back.”

“no.”

she blinked, slowly, as if hearing it pulled her back for a moment.

his voice was broken, dry, guttural, torn from a throat that had forgotten how to speak.

"don't go," rin rasped, voice cracking like it had been clawed from the depths of his throat.

“n-not you,” he gasped, the words barely forming. “p-please... not—n-not you.”

his fingers trembled as they brushed her cheek. too cold, too still. he blinked, once, twice, like he could undo what he was seeing. but she wasn’t blinking back. she wasn’t moving.

“i—i n-never said it,” he choked, chest heaving. “i sh-should’ve said it. g-god, why didn’t i...”

he leaned over her, forehead to hers, tears slipping freely now, soaking into her hair like confessions he couldn’t take back.

“i-i can talk now,” he whispered, brokenly. “c-can you hear me? i’m s-speaking. i’m finally—i’m finally speaking, a-and you’re not—”

his throat clenched tight. “d-don’t leave me, too. not like him. n-not like this. i c-can’t—i can’t do this again—”

the words poured out now, wild and cracked, falling faster than the tears that soaked her hair.

“p-please—jus’… jus’ come back—‘m sorry—so sorry—d-didn’t mean—don’t go, don’t—please—please—”

his voice cracked, crumbling mid-word, everything slurring into a tangle of breath and panic.

“’m here, i’m right here, s-stay—don’t… don’t close your eyes, d-don’t fade, please—please—”

his hands were shaking. his breath hitched with every sob, body curling inward like he could fold himself into her, keep her warm, keep her here.

“y-you said… y-you said i c-could still get better,” he whimpered. “said we’d w-watch the movie, r-remember? the t-theatre, n-not the tablet… y-you said…”

his words buckled. he tried again.

“i—i haven’t even g-gotten the popcorn yet, you c-can’t… you can’t leave now—”

he buried his face in her shoulder, voice muffled, breaking.

“i don’t… i don’t have anyone else,” he sobbed. “n-not anymore. n-not my brother. n-not you. y-you were it. y-you were all i had—”

his fingers tightened around hers, desperate.

“i d-don’t know how t-to be here without you. i d-don’t know how to s-speak if you’re not listening—”

his cries twisted into something small and shaking, lips brushing her temple like a final plea.

“i-i love you,” he whispered again, barely audible, like a child. “i l-love you, please, please, come back—i’ll be better, i p-promise—please…”

but her hand had already gone limp.

the sobs overtook him. incoherent mumbles spilled from his lips like prayers, like bargains, like a child too late to stop the storm.

he had waited so long to speak. and now, every word tasted like blood.

then rin broke.

the sound that left him was raw, less a scream, more a soul being torn apart at the seams. he hadn’t cried like this when sae left. not when their family fell apart. not when he woke up in a hospital bed with silence buried in his throat.

he collapsed over her, arms wrapped tightly around her limp frame, sobbing like a child who had finally realized that no one was coming to save him.

but she had come. she had always come.

until now.

now, he was alone again—with a voice too late to matter, and a body that remembered the shape of hers like an ache.

they had taken sae. now they had taken her too.

and this time, he had no silence left to hide behind.

rin itoshi’s voice had returned, but the only person who ever deserved to hear it was already gone.

it had been months since she died. longer since he touched the notebook.

but today, he needed to.

the pages were worn now, corners frayed from being turned too often. some ink had smudged where water once hit the page. maybe rain. maybe tears. he didn’t remember.

what he did remember was the first assignment she ever gave him.

he found it easily, tucked near the front. her familiar handwriting stared back at him:

“what’s one thing you miss, even if you pretend you don’t?”

beneath it, the list she’d drawn in careful, lopsided checkboxes:

☐ talking ☐ soccer ☐ late-night snacks ☐ your favorite hoodie before your mom shrank it in the wash ☐ someone you don’t know how to talk about ☐ all of the above ☐ none of the above ☐ …you’ll tell me one day?

he was supposed to answer that.

he was supposed to tell her.

she waited for it, smiled through it, gave him all the time in the world, until time ran out.

just like it had with sae.

the two people he loved most in the world. the only two who had ever looked at him and didn’t see a project to fix, or a failure to mourn—just him. and rin never said it in time.

he thought he'd spent his whole life convincing himself silence was safer. that if he never said the words, they couldn’t be taken from him. but he was wrong. because now they were both gone.

and he was still here. still breathing. still waking up every morning in a bed too cold, in a world too loud, carrying a voice that had returned just a moment too late.

the new final destination movie came out three months ago. he never watched it. he never even looked at the poster.

he has a new therapist now. a new team. new routines. a new voice, rough around the edges, stitched back together from ash and memory. he speaks sometimes. not because he wants to. because he knows how.

everyone calls it progress. they smile when he answers questions. nod when he holds a conversation. like he should be proud of it. like this broken version of him is worth celebrating.

but no one asks why he speaks again. no one asks for whom he ever wanted to get better.

no one knows that there was once a girl who sat across from him, fearless in the face of his silence. who laughed in hospital hallways and slipped him drawings instead of diagnoses. who never asked for anything except for him to try. and made the trying feel like something worth doing.

now she’s just a footnote in a file. a car accident near the gates. caught in the noise of a crowd that never cared about him. swallowed up by the consequences of a voice he didn’t even want anymore.

and the cruelest part? she hadn’t wanted anything from him.

all she’d ever wanted… was to help him speak.

and now, every word he says feels like betrayal.

he stared at the page until his eyes stung. so instead, he picked up the pen.

he didn’t draw. he didn’t write a letter. he didn’t even look at the list again.

he just placed a checkmark beside one box.

☑ …you’ll tell me one day?

and beneath it, in small, cracked handwriting, he wrote:

“i was too late.”

he closed the notebook.

he sat there for a long time after that, the pen slipping from his fingers, the silence stretching impossibly wide.

everyone kept telling him how strong he was for surviving. but surviving meant waking up without them. surviving meant remembering the way her hands went still in his, and how his brother’s eyes never closed.

and for the first time in months, he cried.

not for her death. but for her absence in his future.

for every moment he had yet to live— without the one person he was finally ready to live it with.

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iwtv universe dashboard simulator

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not saying vampires are real but i think Daniel Molloy gets way too much shit . like if i was a pulitzer prize winning journalist in my seventies and some guy called me and was like im a vampire want an interview i wouldn't hesitate either. fuck man sure tell me about being a vampire. i'll believe you

🎆 magical-swiftie

reading Interview with the Vampire rn and Claudia and Madeline are sooo Long Face core

#now that i think of it a lot of tvl's songs fit this book really well #like #'she gave me life I gave her death'??? # that's so them!!!

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btw if you're still listening to the vampire lestat, unfollow me now. and like, seriously consider why you're giving plays to a guy who appropriates ancient egyptian history for his vampire schtick, it's honestly sickening

#the vampire lestat #tvl #maintagging because people need to see this honestly #.txt

🌄sampire

keep seeing ppl try to cancel tvl for things hes said to his fans or how he talks about ancient egyptian mythology and not that song where he talks about fucking his mother. like im not crazy right he wrote a whole song about how he fucked his mother

💟 stingorarr

"we are your children/but what do you give us/is your silence/a better gift than the truth?" sounds like it should be some ancient Greek poetry but it's literally in a song by the vampire lestat!!!

it just hits so hard... like your parents gave you nothing but maybe the truth would be more unbearable than silence...

#tvl #the vampire lestat #twmbk #those who must be kept

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please tell me you guys arent serious about the vampire lestat. please tell me youre not stanning a man who wrote "im an actor in my makeup, i get fatter when we break up"

#guys please #this is worse than the tortured poets department

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Based on your likes!

Hey, Tumblr, I need a little help here?

So, my best friend has been acting a little weird lately. Like, his sleep schedule has gotten really strange (stranger than normal 😅), and I haven't seen him without sunglasses on in a week?

His diet has changed, too, like he used to always be snacking whenever I'd call him, but now he doesn't eat anything that I can see.

He even cancelled our tickets to ComicCon!! I've been waiting to meet up with him for years, and now he's just bailed on me?!? I'm mad, but honestly more worried than anything....

#carrie speaks

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guys I think I've found the vampire Armand at the MET 😏😂

#it doesn't match the dates from the book so like #yeah #but imagine.... #parisian mutuals you have a power that can be used

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mmm tbh the only reason i *don't* believe vampires are real is because if *i* was interviewing two vampires to write a book about their life? i would not be leaving that house without their fangs in my neck and eternal life. just saying

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understandable but have you considered. if I went to interview two vampires and got immortality and vampire sex out of that deal I wouldn't go around letting everyone know :/

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so were all in agreement he fucked that vampire right

#oh I think he fucked AT LEAST two of those vampires #iwtv #rb

[lightsoutmatthews]

This is an oddly specific request but maybe your car breaks down and you call him freaking out and he comes and helps/takes care of you? Like really fluffy and sweet. Auston or Will? Congrats on 250 recently, your writing is so good!

I love oddly specific requests!!! Also I chose Auston because I did get quite a lot of Willy requests and wanted to switch it up a little and thank you for the congrats!! 😌

Car Troubles – Auston Matthews

It started with a flicker just as you were pulling out of the grocery store parking lot. A light on the dashboard blinked once, then disappeared like it had never been there.

At first you thought it was your eyes playing tricks on you. Maybe the sun reflected in the display weird, or you simply imagined it.

But then, half a block later, the steering started to feel off.

You gripped the wheel harder, feeling the sudden heaviness in your arms as it resisted your turns.

A strange tightness settled into your chest, so you eased off the gas and coasted for a moment, blinking rapidly at the dash.

A couple more warning lights flashed. First the battery, then the oil symbol, then some other one you had never seen before and this time they stayed on.

You took a slow breath, trying not to overreact. Cars had weir glitches sometimes. Maybe it was just a sensor acting up.

You had small issues with the car before but nothing like this.

Half a block later the air conditioning cut out. The dash lights dimmed and then the engine gave a quiet stutter and died.

Your car rolled forward silently, everything in the cabin eerily quiet.

You managed to steer it to the shoulder, a small stretch of gravel between the road and a weed-choked fence. It was barely enough room, but at least you were out of traffic.

Throwing the car in park, you stared at the wheel, gripping it tight like it would help or somehow turn the car back on.

The silence came next. You were still sitting there, no music, no engine, no AC, the car slowly heating in the Arizonian sun.

It was just your breathing and the low whoosh of other cars going past.

The quiet didn’t feel peaceful, it felt wrong. Like something essential had just stopped.

You turned the key again. Nothing.

No click. No rumble. No sign of life.

Your stomach dropped, and that was when the first wave of panic rolled in. A sharp, bitter wave that made your hands go clammy and your breath catch in your throat.

You grabbed your phone with trembling fingers and instinctively searched for Auston´s contact. You didn’t think about it or weighted you options.

He was your person. The first one you needed.

He answered quickly. “Hey babe!”

“My car died,” you said, barely managing to keep your voice steady. “It just stopped completely. I don’t know what happened, I pulled over, but it won’t even turn back on,” you rambled.

There was a pause on the line, but it wasn’t the bad kind. He was thinking.

“Where are you right now?” he asked, voice already shifting into that calm-control mode.

You gave him the cross street and a rough idea of where you had pulled over. “I´m on my way,” he said. “Fifteen minutes tops.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

“Are you safe? Did you lock the doors?” he checked. “Yeah.”

“Okay good, I´m coming. Try to stay calm, okay?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Okay.”

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The next ten minutes felt like thirty.

You sat rigid in your seat, arms crossed, eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the side of the road, watching cars rush by too fast and too close. Every little noise made you flinch and the heat was slowly becoming unbearable even though you had opened the passenger door to let fresh air in.

You kept trying the key again, like maybe the car would magically wake up and pretend nothing happened.

It didn’t.

You tried googling possible causes. Battery, alternator, starter, but the more articles you opened the more overwhelmed you got and the more that creeping feeling of helplessness returned.

You weren’t used to being helpless. You were used to figuring things out on your own. Handling it. Pushing through. But now you were just stuck in a dead car on the side of the road.

And then Auston´s familiar car finally pulled up behind you.

You saw it in the rearview and immediately let out a breath. The tension in your shoulders started to melt and the second he stepped out of his Lamborghini.

He didn’t rush, but he didn’t waste time either. His stride was calm but purposeful. When he got to your window, you opened the door and saw the concern on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, crouching down so you were at eye level.

You nodded, eyes suddenly burning. “I think so. I don’t know what happened.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching for your hand, cupping the side of your face with the other one gently. “It´s okay, I´m here now.”

That was it. That was all it took for you to push out of the car and before he could say anything else, wrap yourself around his body.

You practically collapsed into him.

Your forehead smashed against his chest and his arm immediately came around your back. It was tight and warm and comforting.

His hands rubbed slow circles along your spine and he placed sift kisses to your head as you buried your face in his shirt. “Shh,” he murmured against your hair. “You´re okay. You´re safe. I´ve got you.”

You didn’t cry exactly, but your eyes welled up and your breathing hitched in that quiet, overwhelmed kind of way.

You weren’t even sure if it was because of the car anymore or if everything just came crashing down on you.

How helpless you had felt. How much better you felt now that he was here.

“Go sit in my car, okay? the AC is on and there´s a water bottle for you in the cupholder.”

You nodded.

He ended up helping you into the passenger seat of the expensive vehicle. You still hadn’t gotten used to sitting it even after regularly driving in it since the beginning of summer.

Auston closed the door gently and you thought he would go and check on your car, but he was walking around to the other side. Once he slid in, he handed you the water and took your hand, interlinking your fingers.

“Let´s sit for a minute,” he said. “Catch your breath, then I´ll check on the car, okay?”

You nodded again.

-----------

Ten minutes later, he was crouched in front of your car with the hood up. You knew he had probably no idea what he was looking at, he was a hockey player not a mechanic, but you still appreciated him trying to check what he could.

You sat in his car watching him, that tight knot in your chest loosening a little more every time you saw the care in his movements.

When he came back, he slid into the driver´s seat and gave your knee a squeeze.

“Is it bad?” you asked even though you knew he probably didn’t know.

He shrugged. “With my very limited knowledge of cars I think it´s not the end of the world. I´ll call a tow truck and we´ll get it to a shop.”

You felt yourself slump back in the seat. “I hate not knowing what to do.”

“That´s why you have me in these situations,” he said simply. “You don’t have to know what to do all the time. Especially, not when I´m around.”

He called the tow company shortly after, gave them your information and stayed calm thought the whole thing, even when the estimated wait time was longer than expected.

“They said it will be about 45 minutes,” he said, setting his phone down. “I got some snacks in the back if you want beef jerky or a protein bar.”

You looked at him, one brow raised.

“What, I get hungry after training.” You smiled a little at that and he looked smug like that had been his goal.

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The next half hour passed in quiet comfort. You curled up in the passenger seat with your legs pulled under you. Auston leaned his seat back a little, talking about summer training and about how Clayton almost took himself out during their skating session this morning and then blamed the ice.

“You should have seen his face when everyone started laughing. He´s gonna get chirped forever.”

You laughed, for real this time, and Auston´s eyes softened. “Look at you feeling better already,” he said, gently brushing his fingers across the back of your hand.

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When the tow truck finally arrived, Auston got out and handled everything. Talked to the driver, made sure the guy knew where to take it, stayed right next to the car as it was loaded up.

You watched from the front seat, feeling both exhausted and incredibly grateful.

By the time he got back in the car, the sky had started turning gold.

It had been over an hour and a half since you first broke down.

You still had no idea what the repair would cost or how long you would be without a car, but you weren’t alone.

[toxicanonymity]

Toxi your post about contacting reps for the save act, made it SO EASY to do!! 🥳🥳 Thank you for the amazing work you’re doing. Seeing so many of your followers/moots do it, helped give me the courage to just do it!!!

Can I request a continuation of In The Park? That fic had me in my (smut) feels so harddd 🥵🥵🩷🩷 please and thank you!!

SAVE Act | Blorbos for democracy | 5calls | resistbot

Ahhhh, Mrs.!! 🩷🩷 I'm so happy to hear this. Ty for doing it and for sharing. This continues where In the Park stopped.

Parked

joel miller x f!reader, 850 words WARNINGS: 18+ PWP, public, unsafe car sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise.

He had you right where he wanted, speared on his cock, spread open by his girth. Your eyes glazed over, so full of him, you could hardly speak, only let out “ah,” or “uh,” with each lift of his hips sinking deeper into you. “Good, yeah,” he breathed. His neck vein bulged and he bit his lip as he fucked up into you, deep and slow, then exhaled, “Ohh, fuck, baby.” Under his damp mop of curls, his eyes were dark and alive, possessing every inch of your body.

His hungry gaze and his hands grabbed and groped your curves, palmed your soft skin, kneaded your ass cheeks, wielded you on his cock. Unrestrained, he growled and grunted as his hips picked up the pace. He sucked and licked at your neck and jaw. Up and down his big, stiff shaft, you rode like a carousel. His mouth devoured yours, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pulled his lips away and fed himself your tits again. If he could consume every part of you at once, he would. The dashboard fogged, even with the door still open as he feasted on you and you melted around his cock. Clothes strewn around the car like the skin of his prey. 

"Ah,” you moaned.

“Uh,” he grunted, “Fuck.”

Your eyelids became heavy and your head tilted up.

“God damn, you’re hot,” he gushed. “You think about this last night?” he asked through heavy breaths.

You could only moan in response, starting to twitch in the front.

“I thought about this,” he confessed. “Thought about it this mornin’, too—oh, baby.” He grabbed your jaw. “You think about it? Huh?”

“mm–mmhmm.” No use lying. You thought about it a lot. Not like this, but — there were plenty of highlights that would run through your mind.

“Yeah, I know you think about it,” he said, then held you by the waist and pushed himself back against the seat to get a good look at you. “Mmmm,” he moaned at the view. His legs were so strong – his hip flexors– he seemed to lift you with such little effort. He watched where your bodies were joined, and his mouth hung open as he watched your cunt swallow his stiff, swollen cock. His thick, smooth shaft sliding in and out of your wet pussy, deeper and tight.  

He grabbed your thighs as he watched you take him, and he growled “mmm,” from his chest. Then he took his sweat-blotched shirt off over his head. His torso emerged—His chest and neck were flushed. His pecs pumped up, delts hulking. You only got a flash of the view before he wrapped his arms around you again and wet his lips, admiring your face with pupils like black holes, sucking you into him again, taking your mouth to his, fucking you from the bottom, his mouth breaking away only to moan or let out a string of curses. 

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he breathed. Your hips rolled in rhythm with his strokes, “Love how ya take this cock,” he gushed.  “Been thinkin 'bout me up in this,” he said “think about fuckin’ the shit outta you–ohh,” his thrusts became more intense, pushing a moan out of you. “Yeah, just like that,” he panted, “good girl, oh, good girl, fuck.”

Your cunt convulsed, making him groan as you fell apart on his cock. 

“Attagirl,” he praised, chest heaving and sweating buckets as your climax tore through you, “Fuck, that’s my bad girl. Yeah,” he fucked you through it. “Bout to give ya what ya want,” he watched your pretty face contort with bliss. “I’m comin’ baby, bout to blow this load, ughh– s’all yours, baby, fu–”  he went quiet for a moment and thrust upward, pulling your hips down. His shaft twitched and he groaned in release. Slowly bringing his hips down, then jerking them up again with another sigh as each pulse of his cock drained his balls into you.

You both were wrecked with pleasure. All over your faces, all over the scene. The sex hung thick in the air. Your clit twitched with aftershocks after he finished.  

“God damn,” he chuckled, and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he pushed your hair out of your face. “Most beautiful girl in the world.” He thumbed your lip, then brought your head to his and kissed you. “You good?” he asked, and you nodded. “Sorry if I scared ya,” he said, but it sounded more like a test than an apology. Like he was looking for an answer. You shook your head, “you’re right, I shouldn’t have been out here alone.”

You began to push yourself off him.

“Waitwaitwai-” he began to protest. “Ahh,” he sighed in resignation as his cock slid out of you.

He lazily tucked himself away, helped gather your clothes and offered to get you a coke, which made you laugh. 

He opened the driver door for you and let you in, then braced his hands above the window. “Alright, well,” He tapped the roof of your car. “Night, pumpkin.” 

Your skin buzzed as you rode home with the windows down. 

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Car Fun

✍︎: my friend and i were in a heated debate over whether Careless Whisper is actually a sexy, seductive song or just emotional chaos with a saxophone. so here’s a short au where Lando confidently thinks it is sexy and suffers the consequences, lol. as usual, i hope you enjoy! ♡

masterlist ! ☻

content: fluff, humor, failed seduction, chaotic car vibes, George Michael jump scare, suggestive but not smutty

pairing: bf!Lando x reader

wc: 1.2k

Lando was exactly four and a half hours into a nine-hour flight back to Monaco, lounging under a cashmere blanket in first class, slippers on, champagne half-finished, and utterly, violently bored.

He'd already scrolled through the snack menu twice. Watched the safety video purely to roast it. Tried but failed to nap. His mind was restless, skittering between thoughts of the last race, the next one, and Y/N.

He missed her. That was rare for him to admit, even internally, but it was true. Two weeks of video calls and blurry schedules had taken their toll, and he could still hear her sleepy voice from that morning’s call: “Come home soon. I miss annoying you in person.”

He smiled at the memory, then opened the in-flight entertainment system.

He wasn’t expecting to find it. Fifty Shades Freed.

He blinked. Paused. Then smirked.

Y/N had this thing, no, a phase. “He’s not even that hot,” he always said, to which she’d roll her eyes and argue, “You can’t say that if you haven’t watched it. That's a lie.”

Lando leaned back in his seat, popped a chocolate-covered almond into his mouth, and clicked play like a man with nothing to lose.

A few minutes later, he was fully committed. The infamous sports car scene hit, and Lando's eyes went wide.

That’s it? That’s the scene that made her blush?

He had that car. Literally. Same size. Same engine. A way cooler playlist.

And suddenly, he had a mission.

─── 🏁

He got home late that night. Y/N was already fast asleep, curled up in one of his hoodies, face squished into his pillow. He stood in the doorway for a moment, grinning to himself like a man with a Very Stupid Plan.

Tomorrow night, he thought. Dinner. Drive. Pull over. Blow her mind.

He even curated a special playlist: Hot Car Heat Vol. 1 (Certified Horny Hours), and yes, he was proud of the title. Track 1: The Weeknd. Track 2: That one Miguel song. Track 3: I’ll Make Love to You – Boyz II Men. Track 4: A wild card: Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye.

─── 🏁

The next night went perfectly, until it didn’t.

Dinner was great. She looked beautiful. They laughed the whole time. Then came the drive. The city lights blurred past the windows. His hand grazed her knee at a red light. Her lips curved into a smirk. Go time.

He turned off the main road and pulled into an empty overlook, the city glowing softly in the distance, music humming low through the speakers.

She really did try to be sexy. Gave him that look, slow and dangerous, the one that once made Lando drop an entire protein shake because, in his words, he “forgot how arms worked.”

He leaned in, hand sliding up her thigh, voice low like he was auditioning for a softcore drama.

“Get on top of me,” he whispered.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, eyes dark with mischief. “Don’t act like you didn’t rewatch that Fifty Shades car scene twenty times.”

She snorted, but played along. Moved slowly. Dramatically. Or at least she tried, until her head slammed into the roof of the car.

THUNK.

“OW. What the… your car is a damn coffin,” she groaned, rubbing her head and collapsing against the console.

Lando wheezed so hard he nearly activated the horn. “You okay?!”

“No! I was trying to be hot, and now I think I have a concussion.”

Still, she repositioned, half-laughing, half-committed and climbed onto his lap. That’s when her knee hit the screen on the dashboard.

And that’s when it happened.

“TENENEN-TENTEN-NEHNEH-TENENENENEH…” 

The saxophone. George Michael. Careless Whisper. Blasting at full volume.

Lando froze. Her mouth fell open.

“Lando,” she whispered, slowly turning to him, “did you seriously put Careless Whisper on your seduction playlist?”

He looked like he’d just been caught cheating on a math test. “I—no. It was supposed to be Miguel. Or The Weeknd. That wasn’t meant to happen.”

She blinked. “You thought Careless Whisper was sexy?”

His jaw dropped. “It’s a classic! That saxophone? It’s iconic!”

The saxophone blared louder behind him, like it was personally offended on his behalf.

She stared at him.

He doubled down. “Come on, ‘I’m never gonna dance again’? That’s heartbreak. That’s pain. That’s—”

“That’s not foreplay, Lando.”

She tried to keep a straight face. She really did. But the music swelled, dramatic, tragic, borderline theatrical, like the car itself was trying to seduce her.

She lost it.

Full-blown laughter. The kind that made her fold in half, wheezing into his hoodie while the ghost of George Michael wailed behind them.

Lando sighed, utterly defeated. “You have no respect for the greats.”

“You tried to seduce me with a meme.”

“I tried to seduce you with emotion.”

“Next time,” she said, still breathless, “just stick to Miguel.”

Lando slumped. “This is literally the opposite of hot.”

“No,” she grinned, wiping tears from her cheeks. “This is exactly us.”

They climbed out of the car and into the cool Monaco night, laughter still echoing as they leaned back against the hood, legs tangled, breath steadying under a sky full of stars.

Everything felt quieter now. Softer.

She leaned over, pressed a kiss to his neck, and whispered, “Wanna finish this in bed?”

Lando stilled.

“No horns. No saxophones. No head trauma. Just us. A mattress. And the whole night to make up for the two weeks you were gone.”

He looked at her like she’d just offered him the universe. “I thought you'd never ask,” he murmured.

She smiled. “But the playlist stays in the car.”

He groaned. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Never. I want it played at our wedding.”

Lando flopped dramatically against the hood. “I seduced you with George Michael. I’m never recovering from this.”

“You seduced me with a horn section, love. Respect the artistry.”

And that’s how the night ended, not with steam or scandal, but laughter, starlight, and a slow drive home.

Where no saxophone would interrupt them again.

Probably.

─── 🏁

short epilogue:

What Lando forgot because of course he did was that his phone automatically reconnected to the car’s Bluetooth the moment they started it back up to go home.

And worse?

He forgot his Spotify account was public.

So while Careless Whisper blasted through the speakers during the most chaotic failed seduction attempt in history, it also blasted onto his “Recently Played” for every single one of his friends to see.

🎧 Now Playing: Careless Whisper – George Michael From playlist: Hot Car Heat Vol. 1 (Certified Horny Hours) Public playlist · Updated 1 hour ago

Max Verstappen saw it first.

He didn’t even ask questions. Just screenshot it and dropped it straight into the group chat.

max: what the fuck is this HAHAHA max: “certified horny hours” george: did u seriously try to seduce her with GEORGE MICHAEL carlos: oh my god LANDO alex: i’m gonna print this and frame it charles: you’re finished bro. you’re done.

Across the flat, Lando’s phone buzzed violently on the kitchen counter.

He was too busy brushing his teeth and muttering “it’s not that bad” to himself to notice.

It was, in fact, that bad.