#I woke up to this message and immediately opened up my phone photo app to make these edits

[kai-keda]

Goku a better father than Piccolo? Yet Piccolo exposed this sorry excuse for a dad!

Nah man, new translation of the manga just recently dropped. You should check it out!

[darkmulti]

Hello I love your work so much, you are my fav writer I love your style and the way you paint your ideas! <3

I know you must have a lot of requests but could you please do a hard dom CEO jungkook, with innocent reader. Would be nice if you can add corruption kink, degrading and non con. Thank you!

⚠️: NON CON, DEGRADATION, CORRUPTION KINK, INNOCENT!READER, VIRGIN!READER, slapping, choking

-> I’m glad you like my work!! Sorry for the wait tho😭

-> I didn’t “add” too much corruption kink because it’s kinda hard to incorporate corruption kink and non con

-> sorry for any mistakes

“Y/N! In my office now!”

The moment you sat down on your chair, your boss called you again

You quickly stood up and hustled into his office

“Yes, Mr. Jeon. Is something wrong?”

You politely asked

“What the hell did you put in my coffee?”

“Regular, sir. Two milks and one sugar.”

“Did you check the expiration date on the milk?”

“Uh… no”

“God damnit! Are you trying to poison me, Y/N?! You can’t do the simplest tasks right! Get out of my sight.”

“Sir, I can make you another-”

“I said get out!”

You immediately left his office and sped off into your own

You closed the door gently before covering your mouth and bursting out into tears

The constant yelling and degrading was slowly breaking you down

He never appreciated any of your hard work, instead he focused on the small flaws you made

You knew you deserved better so that night you went home and wrote a resignation letter

The next day you went to work and gave it to Mr. Jeon

“Mr. Jeon, this is my resignation letter. I can’t work here anymore. It’s not good for my mental health.”

He poked his inner cheek with his tongue and crumbled the letter

“You have to give me a two weeks notice. That way I can start looking for your replacement. However, I have a business trip next week and you have to come with me.”

“What if I find someone that can take my place?”

“No, I want you to go with me and that’s final.”

Next week

You were at the airport with your carry on bag in hand and your passport in the other

Jungkook was in front of you, leading the way to the private jet

Once you both were seated, he poured himself and you a drink

“So, tell me why you want to quit.” He said, taking a sip of his Blue Label whiskey

You didn’t want to tell him the real reason, which was because of him

You thought it’d make the trip more awkward if he knew that you were quitting because of him and you also didn’t want to sound mean

So the best excuse you could come up with was that you found a more suitable job

You told him lies after lies, thinking that he was believing you

Little did you know, Jungkook could see right through you

He knew the real reason you were quitting was because of him

He was purposely cruel to you and you’ve finally reached your breaking point

It was amusing to him

Did you really think that you could trick him?

How cute

Jungkook knew that whole suitable job excuse was a lie because he keeps his eyes on you all day and night

While you were asleep, Jungkook broke into your apartment and installed tiny cameras all around

So he could keep an eye on you

He also hacked into your phone and installed a tracking app, just in case

He got access to all your emails, social media, phone calls, photos, text messages — ect.

Anyways, back to the private jet

You were in the back of the jet sleeping since it was a long flight and you get air sick

You felt something around your waist so you looked down and see a tattooed arm

You immediately recognized who it was and got up, waking up Jungkook in the process

“I- I’m sorry, sir. You should’ve woke me up and I would’ve given you the bed.”

“It’s fine, we’re about to land anyways.”

After you guys landed, you both headed towards the car in the hangar

The driver took you both to a luxury hotel

The building itself was super unique

The transparent, rooftop pool was definitely something you were looking forward to

Jungkook had paid for your hotel room

You guys had rooms right next to each other so it’s more convenient for him

It was still 10 in the morning, so Jungkook allowed you to sleep for a little while but by 12pm, you guys had to leave for an important meeting

The afternoon was packed with meetings, presentations & preparations for a small business party

You were exhausted because Jungkook kept you running back and forth while he was sitting on his ass

By the end of the day you were tired as hell, but luckily everything went smoothly

Jungkook seemed to be okay with how everything turned out

You were relieved to say the least

He’d usually find something to complain about

It was 10pm when you both arrived at the hotel

Jungkook said he was going to go shower and sleep so you bid goodnight and went into your room

Even though you were physically and mentally exhausted, your mind couldn’t fall asleep

You figured it was because of the amount of coffee you consumed

Since you couldn’t fall asleep, you decided to put on your swimming suit and go upstairs to try out the pool

Once the elevator doors opened, you were surprised to see so many people on the rooftop dancing and drinking

You still went to the pool even though it was loud and packed

On your way to the pool, you accidentally bumped into a group of guys

They notice your somewhat revealing swimming suit and offered a drink

You were going to reject but all of them were pressuring you to have at least one drink with them, so you stupidly agree

One drink turned into two and so on

You started dancing with the guys and they were all cheering you on

This was it

This was the attention you were craving for

You were a little wasted but still had your senses

You held one of the boy’s hand and took him to the swimming pool

“You said you were good at swimming… so make sure I don’t drown.” You drunkly said before jumping in

The man chuckled at your behaviour and jumped in afterward to make sure you don’t do anything dumb

After swimming, you had more drinks and danced more with everyone

The night was going so well until someone pulled you away from all the chaos

“Heyyyy, what’re you doing man? The party’s over there.” You said, pointing back to the crowd

He wasn’t responding so you tried to look at his face but the lights were burning your eyes

You looked down at his arm and recognize his tattoos

Once you realized who he was, it was too late

“M- Mr. Jeon, why’re you up so late?”

He brought you back to his room and shoved you in

Jungkook pushed you against the door and slapped you hard

It brought you back to reality real fast

“Are you dumb, Y/N?! Going upstairs without telling me anything, drinking and dancing with men you don’t know— do you know how dangerous that is?! Is your head hollow?!” He yelled in your face and hit the side of your head a couple of times, checking if it was hollow

“Do you know what they would’ve done to you if I didn’t come?! Let me fucking show you.”

He pushed you towards the bed and you slipped because of your wet feet

You started backing away from him, but you knew you were doomed when your back hit the side of the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please. I was just trying to have fun-” another hard slap landed on your cheek and this one was enough to make you tear up

“Fun? You want to have fun? Okay then, let’s have some fun.”

He pulled you up by your wrist and pushed you down on the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please! I’m so sorry! I don’t know how it all happened!”

You were sobbing at this point because Jungkook looked terrifying

He was beyond pissed and his eyes were showing it all

“You think a “sorry” can fix what you did?! You’re so fucking stupid! This is why I yell at you all the time because your dumb, little head knows nothing. Without me, you wouldn’t be living so comfortably. I give you a good pay, so you can pay rent, buy food and clothes without worrying about money. But, what do I get in return? A resignation letter…” he scoffs before continuing “… You’re just a dumb, naive, whore that would be homeless right now if I didn’t take care of you. Maybe this is why your parents abandoned you.”

Your bottom lip started to wobble and before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out in front of him

His words were so harsh, you weren’t ready for it at all

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

You apologized over and over and over but he still wasn’t satisfied

“H- how can I make it up? Please, give me a chance.”

His hand went towards your private area and you started shaking your head profusely

“No, no, no… anything but that please…”

“Well, there’s nothing else that you have that I want.”

“I’m n- not comfortable though.”

Jungkook grabbed your face and stared deep into your eyes

“Does it look like I care?”

Jungkook continued on

He ripped your swim suit off and pulled down his pants

“Please be gent-”

You screamed when you felt him push into you

You grabbed his arms and tried to push him away but he easily dominated you

He pinned your hands above your head and spat down on his cock for some lube

Without any warning, he pushed his full length in, causing you to squirm around and cry

Your purity blood dripped down onto the bed sheets while you kept pleading for him to stop

“Mr. Jeon, please! I- I was sa- saving till marriage.” You sobbed

“That’s even better. Now we can get married.”

“No! No! I don’t want that.”

Jungkook pushed your legs apart and started going at a fast pace

“You don’t want to get married to me? Well, that’s too bad because I don’t care about what you want.”

Each of his thrust were powerful and rough

He wrapped his hand around your neck so anytime you rejected him in a way, he’d squeeze until you’d shut up

Your face was hot and red from all the slapping and choking

He covered your neck in hickeys

All night, he was fucking you

The headboard was banging against the wall so hard, it left dents in the wall

There was cum overflowing out of you, but Jungkook still didn’t stop

He pounded you until your body gave up on you

You couldn’t fight anymore

You weren’t talking, crying or moving

All you could do was whimper softly when it really hurt

Jungkook noticed you were on the verge of passing out, so he quickened up his pace and came into you before collapsing on top of you

“You would’ve been in so much more pain if I didn’t save you from those guys. So what do you say to me?”

You weakly open your eyes and look into his

“T- Thank you.” You whisper softly before falling unconscious

Decided to end it here bc I don’t have the brain power to continue writing. Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 2am

[joe9cool]

COLLIDE -JUSTIN HERBERT-7

Sara decided to sneak away and sleep on the couch when Justin fell asleep. Her body didn't allow her brain to overthink. She fell asleep immediately.

When she woke up she found herself the same way. Justin was next to her, and Nova was at her feet. The sight made Sara smile, then she thought about last night or earlier this morning.

Why the fuck would Taylor be calling? Slowly, she got up and tiptoed to the kitchen counter where she left his phone.

There was one missed call, and then one text message. She looked over at Justin, who was still sleeping. She took her finger and tapped the screen of the iPhone.

Just like she thought though, it was password protected. She tried 4 different combinations for his birthday and nothing. Cursing softly, she didn't try any more attempts for fear that his phone would be disabled.

She reached for her phone and began scrolling through Instagram. Bored, she decided to go through Tumblr. Yes, she was the 2012- 2014 Tumblr girl but since fans her original account she had to make a fake fan one.

In her tags, she typed Justin Herbert. She found the usual photos, videos, and whatever people put in the tags. Sara found the blog section. She clicked on the first one.

The page was full of anonymous questions that the blogger was trying to answer. One remark was that he was following new girls while he was recovering. She got out of the app and went back to Instagram.

Finding his profile, she saw that the anon was right. His following Count went up,

And of course, he wasn't following her.

She got off her phone in general. She wasn't sure what to do. Was she supposed to confront him? What would she say?

Sara squealed when she felt an arm wrap around her. "You are so damn stubborn" He muttered, voice still sleepy. "I'm gonna have to tie you to my bed."

She shivered at the thought. "Maybe we can try that when you get better."

The room got hot. Her anger melted away. The sexual tension could be cut with a nice. Justin moaned, and his hand snuck up her sleep shirt to grab at her breast. "You'd like that huh? Tying you up so you can't move ." He pinched a nipple, then moved his hand slowly downwards.

Justin didn't know where this confidence came from. He wasn't much of a dirty talker. But one of the things he noticed was Sara enjoyed the sounds he made. She liked to make him fall apart and vice versa.

She was wet and he easily slid two fingers inside of her. He tried to steady his breathing as he felt the pain in his ribs. He probably should have asked the doc if sex was okay. Well maybe not, he wouldn't have gotten the answer he wanted.

As he began to pump in and out he was pushing his hard-on into her ass, well more like her back considering the height difference.

He added a third finger and shaped the round. Sara's mouth opened wide, her moans turned into cries as she came apart on his fingers. When she was able to turn around she was greeted by Justin's erection straining through his basketball shorts. She thought about it.

"How much pain are you in?"

"Umm."

"Justin Patrick, don't lie to me."

"It hurts, but this hurts more.” He pointed down. Sara still debated, then began to do the drawstrings on his shorts before reaching in and pulling his dick out. She slowly began jerking and he let off a soft moan. Sara sank to her knees and removed her shirt, after a bit she began licking his entire shaft, she heard Justin moaning but she saw he was tense. So she sped up, trying to make him finish as fast as possible.

“Sara” Justin rasped. “I want to be inside of you. Please” he trailed off in a moan as he finished in her mouth. After she swallowed, she got up from her knees. “Let’s wait til you are a bit more healed to try sex. Besides, you still can’t do certain things.”

“Well, I’m playing on Sunday so.” Sara whipped her head around. "What!"

Justin played it off. "I'm going to be at the facility reevaluating today. Plus it's just pain management if I get my injections. I should be good."

He was insane, he had to be, all those pain meds had to be getting to his head. "You need to sit out a few games."

Justin laughed. Which made her blood boil. "Good one babe, but the team and I have high expectations this year."

"We are talking about your long-term health which is more important. Justin this season doesn't matter if you're injured."

He muttered something which pissed her off. "What was that?"

He stood up straighter. "I said it's easy for you to say since you never played a sport."

"Don't you throw that in my fucking face! What are you my family now? I'm just trying to help you and see that just because the organization wants you to play doesn't mean you have to!"

He rolled his eyes. "Okay yeah let me just explain that I don't feel comfortable. Let down a whole fan base and the organization."

"The fans would understand, I mean on Twitter the fans want the best for you."

He gritted his teeth. "I don't give a fuck about what people on Twitter say. My life isn't on social media like yours."

"Says the guy who is on Instagram liking pictures of other women and can't follow his fucking girlfriend."

"Wow, really Sara? So that's what this is about? You're upset because I followed a couple of people? You know how I am. I'm private, I don't want anyone to know about me."

"I understand that but fuck." She almost brought up Taylor but decided against it.

Justin waited. "Are you done? Have you come to your senses? I have to get ready and head to the facility." He walked out of the room.

They ignored each other the rest of the time and once she heard his car pull out of the garage, she decided to let out some steam. She drove back to her house, got her roller skates, and came back to his house. His neighborhood was quiet, no one bothered them.

Little did she know she was being followed. Jack Lange, a well-known insider for OK magazine caught her as she was leaving her driveway. It was a slow day, so he decided to follow her. He wasn't in his usual hideout van, he learned to ditch it since it made it so obvious.

He was trailing behind Sara at a distance. As he followed her into Irvine, he became confused. She was never around this area, well at least where she was normally photographed. Jack knew she kept a low profile, so he didn't usually take too many photos especially if her family was in town.

However, as she pulled into an unknown driveway he pulled off to the next street. Typing in the address and street. He couldn't find any information on the owner.

He waited, maybe she was visiting a friend's house. It couldn't be someone on her team. Irvine wasn't a spot for celebrities or anyone in entertainment.

Slowly he turned the car back onto the street. He saw her again, she was rollerblading this time. Upon closer look, She was wearing a mask with a baseball cap with 'O' on it, also a shirt that looked way too big on her. Jack would guess that it was a man's.

Hmmm, this was interesting. Maybe this was a guy's house? Someone she could be seeing? If it was, this could be big news. Everyone saw how the whole thing with Harry Styles went down. This could be a big story. Hollywood's darling found new love?

He thought about calling his boss, but he didn't want to put too many leads on this case. If this led to a big story, he could reap the rewards. He would get a fat bonus.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stay like this forever, as he got a call from said boss saying that there was Kylie Jenner out and about. Saving the address in his GPS and his notes. He drove off.

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Justin was still pissed about the fight earlier. He wanted her for help and company not to be his mom. If he wanted to play, he was going to fucking play. No one was gonna tell him no.

As he got ready in the locker room, he spotted Ekeler walking in. "So a little birdie told me your girl stopped by a couple of days ago."

Justin rolled his eyes. Mike had a big mouth. "She's a friend, and yeah I forgot something."

"Man, come on she's more than that and you know it. I have never seen you like this over anyone. You're all in good spirits and you have a life outside of football. You took Staley's advice and relaxed"

"Look, we have just been hanging out together and having fun. That's all."

"Does she know that? Or are you stringing her along?" Justin was quiet. "She met your folks my guy that isn't just a 'friend'."

Austin took a deep breath and then continued. "You got Taylor coming around and asking us why you're not contacting her. No one has said anything, but someone is going to slip. She's not just going to go quietly. You owe her an explanation and you better do it soon before it blows up in your face.

Justin was fed up. "Look, my number one priority is football. This team, this organization, is all I care about. That's all I want to talk about." He got up and walked up signaling the end of the conversation.

Overall rehab was going okay. A couple of days, along with the exercises and meds have been going well. They were optimistic that he would be playing Sunday in Jacksonville. The rest of the day was spent watching videos and coming up with a plan of attack against the Jags and Trevor Lawrence. By the time Justin was back and getting ready to leave it was late.

Out of the corner of his eyes. He saw Austin approach him cautiously. Austin held his hands up as a defense mechanism. "Look. I get it. It's all new and you're not sure how to handle this new relationship and her career. But Justin, you got a good woman, a woman who has millions of guys lined up ready to take your place. Please realize what you have. Don't wait til it's too late."

Justin only nodded, still not wanting to have this conversation.

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Sara still wasn't feeling better after rollerblading. It was now dark out, and she had gone out pretty far. So far, she didn't know where she was.

Fuck. She didn't know who to call, Justin? He didn't even text her back when she asked what he wanted for dinner. She just left it alone then. If he wanted to be a baby that was fine.

She was a stubborn woman, many people including Justin have told her that. She was also independent. Learning at a young age that asking for favors would have it thrown back in her face, especially being in this business.

As she tried to backtrack her steps she thought about the red carpet next month. Seeing Harry would bring back so many emotions. She wouldn't know what to say to him. The falling out between them and Olivia had been so brutal. She had seen how she had tried to do damage control, and her publicist reached out to Heidi to get her to play into her game. Sara was done with the act, not that ever went along with it in the first place.

She had also gotten a call from her agent saying she had to be in New York for a week for a photo shoot for Michael Kors's campaign. It was a big one she couldn't miss. Plus she could spend time with Ann-Sophie, and celebrate her God daughter's 2nd birthday. She just needed to tell Justin. Speaking of, Shouldn't he be home right now?

Eventually, she was able to trace her steps or blades and came back into an empty house. Deciding to order uber eats something, she found a local Mexican restaurant.

During her meal, she texted Justin.

I ordered Mexican, I got tacos in the fridge when you get home

An hour had gone by with no response. She was now pissed. At least fucking answer me she thought.

It was now ten pm and she was very tired, lately, exhaustion had been hitting her hard. This time she slept in the guest room again not wanting to be near Justin.

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Justin found himself at Taylor's place.

He had run into her in the parking lot, they began talking and he just followed her to her place. He felt bad about blowing her off and she was very persistent. Plus they were friends before anything became physical between them.

They had just talked, she told him about her vacation while he caught her up with his off-season.

"I saw you went to Joseph Grant's wedding." She took a sip of her wine. "It looked fun."

Justin smiled. "Yeah I had a good time, I'm glad Mike made me go."

"The whole cast was there right?"

He was wondering why she was asking. "Um yeah, I didn't pay attention."

Taylor sat on the couch next to him. "Well, I saw photos. Sara Wozniak is so beautiful. Did you see her?"

At the mention of her, Justin felt guilt wash over him. "Um yeah sort of, she said hi to me and we talked about the season. She's been to a couple of our games."

Taylor smiled. "Oh, I have seen her from afar. She was at the home opener. I wanted to say hi, maybe next time."

"Yeah maybe."

She scooted closer to him. "I'm glad you're here Justin." Her finger began sliding up and down her hand which made him nervous. "Did the doctor say anything about physical activity?" He knew what she was implying and it made him uncomfortable.

"Um yeah, I'm banned from physical activity."

"Well, I think you did a good job with the stretches today. I'm sure we could go a little further." He felt her breath on her neck. "I missed you."

As soon as her lips touched her neck. He jumped up, almost knocking her off the couch. "Listen, Taylor, I'm not comfortable with this right now. This injury Is pretty serious. I don't wanna mess up anything before the game."

He saw the look of anger and then confusion on her face. "Um well, in that case, uh who has been taking care of you at home?"

"My parents have done a pretty good job, I'm pretty set."

"But you can't have sex?" She got up and got close to him and wrapped her arms around him. Before he could speak she pressed her lips to his.

It lasted three seconds before he pushed her off. "I got to go. I'll see you later."

He grabbed his bag and practically ran out the door.

Once he got to his car he drove off a few blocks so he didn't have Taylor come down from her apartment.

Once he pulled over he let out the breath he had been holding. Holy fuck he just cheated. Well, they didn't establish where they were at. But he was dishonest. Taylor kissed him, not the other way around it.

He couldn't justify it, either way, either way, he felt like shit. He was having an internal battle with himself. What should he say? What should he do?

He looked at his phone to see the text messages from Sara which made him feel worse. After about ten minutes, he drove around his neighborhood for a good half an hour.

It was late when he arrived home. The lights were out, and when he peeked into the guest room Sara was sound asleep. This time he didn't bother her and went to bed.

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The morning came and went, and Justin wasn't there when Sara woke up. Which was odd, she expected a good morning or a kiss. ‘He was probably busy.’

Justin was probably back to his regular training. I mean it had been a week since his injury and he was feeling better, although Sara wondered if he would tell anyone the truth. After she got ready, she decided to head to the gym by her house before stopping by and packing for New York. She had spoken to Bella, who had agreed to let her stay with her since the apartment is close to the studio and she would be in Tokyo for their fashion week. Things were still sort of tense between them, Bella had no qualms about letting Sara know how she felt about Justin. She would be taking Erika for support, and well since she is her assistant it would work out well.

She packed the main things, all of her outfits for that week were waiting for her at the studio, she just needed her lounge clothes. She was halfway through packing when she got a text.

‘There's going to be a ton of press at the game Sunday. I’d feel better if you didn't.

She stared at the message in disbelief. Of course, because it would look too suspicious. She thought bitterly. How dare that be the first thing he said to her after not coming home. He wanted to be a jerk. Fine she could be one too.

'Actually my flight for New York leaves tonight. I'll be gone for a week and a half doing campaigns. Forgot to tell you'

She hit send and then called Erika to arrange a private jet as soon as possible. She was so pissed at him. Serves him right.

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Justin was feeling relieved, he had to shoot an interview with Taylor on the field prior to the game Sunday and he didn't want Sara and her to have a run in. He didn't want to deal with that. It sucked that she had to be in New York. He wanted to apologize in person for how he acted (among other things) but he wasn't going to mention that.

He replied back. 'Miss you, have a safe flight. Text me when you land'

Within the minute he got the 'okay miss you' text.

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Sara loved New York, she thought about moving way too many times. Although that probably wouldn't happen.

They got to Bella's upscale penthouse as soon as they landed. After a shower and preparing whatever her friend had in the fridge. She read over the itinerary Heidi had sent over.

It was going to be a hectic week. As she was looking over everything she noticed something caught her eye.

Friday: Michael kors fitting

Saturday Michael kors shoot campaign

Sunday: Lexi's 2nd birthday party

Monday: Harry styles concert at MSG

Tuesday: the tonight show

Wednesday: finish Michael kors campaign approve final picture editorials

Thursday: flight 9:00am

She called Heidi.

"Sara my darling it's really late, I thought we'd discuss everything at the fitting tomorrow."

"I'm not going to Harry's concert."

"Oh dear, Harry's team reserved a seat for you in the front. I checked out the spot, no one will be by you, and you won't be near Olivia I promise."

"Not the point Heidi. I just don't want to deal with that."

"Look the executives at Warner Brothers want a united front, they are already upset you bowed out of all of the promotion for don't worry darling."

"They can't say anything. I did go to Venice, didn't I?"

"And you showed up late, gave the impression to Olivia you weren't going to show and threw shade " Heidi grumbled.

Sara couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yeah that was great "

"If you want to work with Warner Brothers in the future you need to show at least your cordiality. This concert and taking pictures at the premiere are going to fool the fans. You're an academy award Nominee, you can sell it to the public."

Sara pinched her nose. "Look, I'll think about it. That's all I'm gonna say. I got to go, we got to be at the studio at 5am. I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up. After doing her nightly skin routine. She got into the bed and decided to message Justin.

S: I'm in NYHow was practice?

J:good. Starting to throw. I should be ready for Sunday."

S:I'm glad. Any major issues?

J: No, I have been doing the injections for the pain and have been feeling normal. What are you doing right now?

S: I just into bed

J: without me? 😜

She snorted at the response

S: okay you little fuckboy.

J: you send pictures?

She giggled. Feeling a little frisky, she pulled down her tank top to reveal her breasts. After making sure her nipples were hard. She took the selfie of just her chest. After deciding it was good enough she sent it.

J: Holy Fuck. You fucking tease.

Deciding to push it further she pulled her shorts down to expose everything once getting the perfect shot she sent that

J: babe stop oh my god. You're perfect.

S: your turn Herbert

He didn't send anything for.a few minutes and she was beginning to wonder if he would send anything. Probably not guys like him don't want to risk it. Suddenly she heard the iPhone message notification.

J: I've never done this before so sorry if it's not very sexy

She opened the file to see his hand wrapped around his hard dick. She could tell the background of his bedroom.

S: I wish you were here. I give anything to have that inside me.

J: I love being inside you. It's like heaven. Get back on the plan right now.

She began playing with herself. Trying to replicate Justin's movements. Justin had ended up facetiming her and they engaged in facetime sex. It wasn't awkward as they thought it would be. It was nice, it was hot as they finished together. Sara had fallen asleep quickly as she had to be up in a few hours.

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Over the next couple of days it was pure chaos. Sara had to be up and ready to head to the studios. Her plandid paparazzi photos were hitting social media and everyone was eating them up.

She and Justin had barely kept in touch. They exchanged a couple of messages throughout the day and snuck a phone call at night. Sara missed him a lot, she missed his humor, his laugh, how he would go over plays with her.

She was happy, she was in love with Justin. So it wouldn't hurt to attend Harry's show? It would be his last night of his Residency at MSG. She missed his music, she had gone to shows when they were together and missed the electrifying atmosphere and all of his amazing fans.

This would show that she could put the past in the past. That she was ready to move on. Maybe they will become friends again, maybe they won't. But they would always have the utmost respect.

Sara never told Justin anything about Harry. He had never asked, so she didn't tell. She wondered if he knew, but he wasn't a big social media celeb gossip man so she doubted it. Speaking of, she kept checking Justin's status, as now it was going to be a gametime decision. She knew Justin wanted to play, and hoped it wasn't too serious for him to not play.

The pain shots seemed to be helping him a lot as she caught the video of him practicing. It was like nothing was wrong.

Another thing she was doing was checking Taylor's instagram. As of Friday night, she was in Arizona. Which settled Sara's nerves a bit. At least she wasn't too close to Justin.

She still didn't know how to approach the topic or how she found out about her. She could lie, say she was googling his name and hers popped up. It wouldn't technically be a lie. However she knew Justin would just brush it off, she needed to actually corner him where he couldn't deny or downplay it.

As she was sitting in the chair getting her makeup touched up for the next shoot, she decided to put off the topic for now.

The first half of the shoot went well, she was shown in casual street wear attire. After six hours, the crew decided to break for lunch. While Sara was munching on her lunch, she decided to check the Chargers news. She watched Justin's presser. He seemed annoyed, and tried to downplay his injury. Then she noticed the Twitter sidebar.

@TaylorBisciotti

THIS JUST IN: Justin Herbert listed as questionable for LAC vs. JAGS

Hmm that's odd. Justin didn't mention that this morning when they were texting. Also Taylor is in Arizona how the fuck would she get that info?

At any mention of her name put Sara in a sour mood. She thought back to the Tumblr blogs she found. Going through her book marks, she found the one blog she was looking for.

There were new responses

'Of course Taylor got the inside scoop first. She's banging him. Major perk I guess.

'I don't understand why she would want to damage her career like that.'

'Hey [blog name] there's a photo of Justin and Taylor going around on Twitter. They were spotted together at a restaurant'

That jolted Sara. The blog asked if it was recent to which the anon responded yes. Quickly, she went to Twitter and typed in the names. She did about ten minutes of scrolling to find nothing.

When she went back to the blog, she saw the anon was called out for not providing proof. This made Sara feel a little better, Justin wouldn't take that chance. He would be out and about with Taylor like that would he?

"Sara! We need to get you to the next outfit change."

Damn it, she spent her whole lunch fucking thinking of this shit. She needed to get it together.

The last six hours of the shoot were the worst. She was supposed to be smiling, laughing, playing in the leaves. Her face was showing nothing of those emotions. Her manager Jesi had to pull her aside and tell her to get it together.

Even then the photos were only decent.

They weren't the best, and The editing team had to work wonders for them to approve the final shot that would be in magazines, and the billboard on Times Square.

It was very late by the time Sara got back to the apartment. She did a once over of the gift she had gotten for Little Lexi. Her goddaughter was obsessed with peppa pig, with her father being British and all. It was going to be slightly awkward as Ann-Sophie had texted her earlier that Lexi's dad, George was bringing his new girlfriend, and that there had been a massive fight over it.

Sara never cared for George, she had met him while she was doing backup vocals for the 1975's new album. She had become good friends with Matty and the others. But she just couldn't stand the drummer. Unfortunately, Ann-Sophie was in town for London fashion week, and decided to drop by the studio for lunch. George was immediately smitten, and before Sara knew it, everyone knew they were a couple.

George was a London playboy, and there was no getting that through her best friend. However Sara thought it was going to be just a summer fling considering London and New York were miles apart.

Then a little after their first anniversary Ann-sophie and George sat all of their friends and families down and announced she was pregnant. Stunned, angry, were just some of the emotions that Sara felt.

Quarantine came, and although Sara wasn't happy about the pregnancy, she supported her best friend through phone calls and facetimes. And once little Alexandra 'Lexi' Daniel arrived in September 2020. It was love at first sight and she was proud to be her godmother. Even getting a little 'L' tattooed on her wrist with her parents.

George was a great dad, despite having a bad breakup. They tried to keep things cordial for the sake of Lexi, and if Ann-Sophie could do it, so could she.

Before bed Sara had texted Justin that she missed him. She got no response. He was probably still bitter that he was questionable for tomorrow.

Meanwhile all the way in Arizona, Taylor was excited that Sara Wozniak viewed her story.

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The party was a hit so far, despite George and Ann Sophie's awkward introduction to Charli, it was so far so good.

Sara had taken Lexi to get their butterfly face paintings, and had played some peppa pig board games. She had conversed with Matty and both of Lexi's grandparents. She sorta felt like a host herself, helping with drinks and food setup. George had a carnival food truck style buffet. After fulfilling her godmother duties for now, she was in the kitchen having a glass of wine with ann-sophie and other castmates flew in. But despite having an overall good time, she was nervous.

Justin had messaged her saying he was going to do pregame reps and see how he felt, then make a decision on whether he was going to go for the pain shot and play.

The game didn't start til 4pm New York time, so she was going to have to wait and see. He didn't message her anything after that.

To make matters worse, Sara had seen that Taylor updated her Twitter status, and that she was back in Los Angeles ready to cheer on the bolts. It pissed her off to know end, and the alcohol wasn't helping anything. Again she understood Justin's privacy. But there was a stark difference between secretive and private damn it. She wanted to talk to her best friend about what this all meant, but this wouldn't be the time or place.

Well her best friend knew her too well. When they had the chance to be alone together while setting up the two tier peppa cake the questioning began. "So how's Justin? I saw he's playing today."

Sara got out the candles. "I just saw."

"Are you terrified?"

"Not really, he's been doing very well. " truth be told she was terrified out of her fucking mind. Justin had downplayed a lot about the pain. Sara had read up on the injection shot he would be taking, the risks of what happened to Tyrod. One wrong move from the O-line could get him more injured than he already was.

"Anyway. So how are you guys doing relationship wise? You guys are together right? It's official?"

"Yes it is. Everything is great." Sara lied. She knew she was being a hypocrite. If the shoe was on the other foot she would have given ant of her friends a mouthful and how he wasn't shit, and here she was. But again it wasn't the time or place.

Before any more questions could be asked. They heard a squeal from Lexi in the other room. Ann-sophie grabbed the cake while Sara had her phone ready to record. Seeing little Lexi's face light up with delight made everyone's cares go away. George and Ann-Sophie looked like a happy family as they posed by the other side of their daughter in her birthday high chair. Charli looked pissed at being left out. Sara tried to be cordial with her bit it seemed that the singer didn't want anything to do with anyone but George, not even his own daughter.

Sara was trying to distract herself by handing out gifts and more cleaning. Lexi loved the kitchen set her godmother gave her. She was a spoiled little girl, but her parents would never raise her to be a spoiled brat. Her mother made sure of that. It made her wonder how Justin would be as a dad. He loved kids, and his little diary entry of him wanting three like his family made her all warm inside.

Speaking of, she was trying not to spend all of her time looking on her phone, but she really wished she had an exclusive cable package with the NFL. She will be doing that the first thing when she gets home.

So far the Chargers were down 6-0 in the second quarter. She didn't glance at Twitter. She knew how it was, she had seen that Justin threw an interception. God she knew this was going to be bad. It only gotten worse as the Jags scored. She believed in Justin, she really did. But man was this tough.

As she heard her name being called, she decided to put the phone down until the game was over.

Duty calls.

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The game didn't end well.

Sara was baffled that he played the entire game. There were more injuries to the team's core. A team that should have been easily beatable blew them out. When she had gotten back to Bella's place

She texted him.

S: 'I am proud of you. Even though I think it was reckless for you to play the whole game'

J: I don't wanna talk about it. This is my job, you don't see me telling you how to do yours

S: My job doesn't involve long term injuries.

J: if you're just going to try to be my mom. don't talk to me

'Well fuck you then' Sara thought. Asshole.

She left it alone. Bored, she watched tiktoks for a good hour until she felt her eyes drop. But she was stubborn and continued on to Twitter.

What she saw next made her heart drop.

@taylorbisciotti: My exclusive interview with Justin herbert following the team's loss to the Jags

She clicked the video. It was Justin looking upset. Taylor introduced herself to the camera. However when she turned to look at Justin he smiled at her.

Sara's blood boiled.

He seemed to be sort of moody, however he made sure he was polite as always.

Couldn't be nice to the girl who's throat you came down. Motherfucker.

In that moment she was so mad she clicked off and opened her messenger app

To Heidi

Hey Heidi , I changed my mind, save the seats for my friend and I at MSG

[multi-fandom-imagines-stuff]

Smaller Than This

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/daughter!reader, Peter Parker/platonic!reader, Wanda Maximoff/reader

Description: The reader is Natasha Romanoff’s daughter, best friend of Peter Parker, and girlfriend of Wanda Maximoff. Growing up in the spotlight is hard enough, but things cross a line when people start commenting on the reader’s weight.

Warnings: eating disorder, swearing, threats of violence

Word count: 3,282

A/N: I know it’s not easy to deal with eating disorders, but please know that you are beautiful and amazing and you don’t deserve to have to suffer through that. Please, if you are struggling with this, reach out for help. <3

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Black Widow’s daughter spotted in Central Park with new best friend Scarlet Witch and Stark Industry intern Peter Parker! Could Parker be y/n’s new boyfriend?

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you clicked on the tweet. Stalking paparazzi twitter accounts had to be one of your favorite pastimes, simply because the so-called facts they were giving out were false 99% of the time. For instance, this situation? You had gone out for a picnic with Peter and Wanda when those photos were taken, and the paparazzi completely twisted things. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend, he was just your best friend. And Wanda wasn’t your best friend, she was your girlfriend. You chose to ignore the false headline as you went immediately for the replies.

‘Do you see the way y/n’s looking at Wanda? It seems more like there’s something going on between them than there is between y/n and Peter’

You smiled and liked that tweet. You liked messing with people just a bit. Whenever someone would tweet about there possibly being a relationship between you and Wanda, you liked the tweet. It wasn’t enough information to actually confirm the relationship as true, but it was enough to keep people speculating.

You scrolled through several more replies. Most of them were people using the heart eyes emoji or saying how much they loved your mom, but there were a few in there that stuck out more than the rest. That was because they were harsh and hurtful.

‘I don’t understand how someone can live with the Avengers and still look like that. Does she ever even exercise?’

‘She could stand to lose some weight. Instead of going out for a picnic, she should try to skip a few meals’

You read through replies for a few more minutes. Similar comments would pop up now and then, and while there wasn’t an overwhelming amount, there was still enough to make you close down the app and shut off your phone, averting all your attention toward not crying. 

“Miss y/n, dinner has been called,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang through your room.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, you got off your bed and made your way to the dining room. There, Peter and Wanda were setting the table while Steve and Bucky carried out the food.

You walked up behind your girlfriend and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. You felt her jump slightly before she realized it was you and relaxed into your touch. You placed a kiss on her cheek.

“I love you,” You whispered in her ear.

“Hey! What did we talk about?” Tony directed at you, raising an eyebrow at you and causing you to roll your eyes.

“No lovey-dovey shit at the dinner table,” You mumbled.

“Language!” Steve scolded you as Clint joined the conversation.

“Oh, come on, Tony,” He said. “It’s young love. It’s harmless and adorable.”

“It makes me want to hurl,” Tony retorted.

To onlookers, it may have sounded like Tony was being a real dick, but you knew he was just teasing you. He’d never admit it, but secretly he loved how happy you and Wanda made each other.

“Watch it, Stark,” Your mom shot him a glare. “That’s my kid you’re talking about.”

Your head whipped up at your mom’s voice. She had been on a mission for the past week and wasn’t supposed to get home for another three days.

“Mom!” You yelled as you ran toward her, wrapping your arms around her as you squeezed her tight.

“Hey, kiddo! I’ve missed you!” She said, hugging you back and kissing you lightly on the forehead.

“I’ve missed you, too!”

“As much as I hate to break up this reunion,” Bucky said, causing you to pull away from your mom. “Steve and I slaved over dinner and it’s getting cold, so let’s eat.”

You took your seat at the table—in between Peter and Wanda—and filled your plate with the spaghetti and garlic bread Steve and Bucky made. Everyone was silent as you all dug into your food and, you had to admit, it tasted amazing. 

When Steve and Bucky first moved in, neither of them were allowed near a stove without supervision. They had started too many accidental fires. But after lots and lots of practice, the two of them easily became the best cooks in the tower.

After dinner, you excused yourself to your room. Your phone was still lying face down on the bed, so you grabbed it and opened it up. Right away, you noticed several notifications from twitter. Upon further investigation, you found that the rude comments people were saying about you had extended to your messages. Now, you had complete strangers messaging you about how you needed to ‘lose weight’, or ‘eat less’, or ‘exercise more’. A few of the messages even called you a ‘disappointment to the Avengers’.

You deactivated your account and deleted the app from your phone, but the damage was already done and you knew it. So you came up with a plan and decided to set it into motion the next morning.

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You woke up in the morning to your alarm blaring. Checking the time, you saw it was 4:30, and you wondered why your alarm was going off so early before you remembered the plan you had made the night before.

You got out of bed and quickly dressed in athletic attire before running out of your room. You knew Steve liked to run in the mornings, so you sat in the kitchen waiting for him.

When he finally sauntered in at 5:00, he was more than surprised to see you sitting there.

“Y/n?” He asked. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Can I run with you today, Uncle Steve?” You asked him, a pleading look on your face that you knew he couldn’t say no to.

“Yeah, sure,” He said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be sleeping?”

You nodded. 

“I want to start running. My mile time in P.E. class has been slacking lately and I don’t want to fail the class.”

You were surprised yet proud of how quickly you were able to come up with that lie, and you were happy to see that Steve believed every word of it.

So that’s how you spent your morning: running laps with Steve.

The two of you finally called it quits around 6:15 and parted ways. Steve went off to do whatever he did during the days, and you went off to squeeze in a quick shower before school.

By the time you were done with your shower, it was nearly 7:00, which meant you had to rush to get dressed. You finally made it to the kitchen, where Wanda was already waiting for you. The two of you yelled a quick ‘bye’ to whoever was listening before you started the quick walk to the bus stop.

You felt Wanda’s hand interlock with yours and a smile arose on your face as you squeezed her hand. You two didn’t want to publicly disclose your relationship yet, so you knew the minute you reached the bus stop you’d have to let go.

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At lunch, you sat at a table with Wanda, Peter, MJ, and Ned. You skipped the food line and instead opted to sip at a bottle of water.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Peter asked you.

“What do you mean?” You shot back, not quite sure what he was getting at.

“You’re not eating.”

Shit. You had to think of a lie, and you had to be extra careful since your girlfriend could read minds. She promised you she’d never read your mind without your consent, but you were still wary.

“Uh...I’m just not feeling well,” You said. “My stomach is feeling a little flip-floppy and I don’t want to push it.”

To your luck, they nodded it off and changed the topic, not questioning you again for the rest of the day.

That night at dinner, you pushed the food around on your plate, eating a few bites here and there. It wasn’t hard to pretend you had eaten, especially since your family was so big. Everyone seemed to be so caught up in conversations with other people that they didn’t notice when you got up and scraped your food into the trash.

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These habits carried on for a few more weeks. You’d wake up every morning to run with Steve, make up some excuse for why you didn’t eat lunch, and you’d have a few bites of dinner before sneakily trashing it. On most weekends, you chose to spend your time training with your mom. You claimed it was so that you could stay sharp with your self-defense skills, and while that wasn’t necessarily a lie, it wasn’t the full truth, either. But your mom never questioned it, and you were glad.

You seemed to fly under the radar, until one Sunday afternoon.

You walked into your room after training with your mom to find Peter and Wanda waiting for you.

“Hey, guys,” You greeted, throwing yourself into a chair and downing half a bottle of water. “What’s up?” 

“We know,” Wanda said, a stern yet concerned look on her face.

“Know what?” You asked her, although you could feel your heart rate rising. You knew what she was talking about.

“That you haven’t been eating,” Peter joined in.

“What’re you talking about? Of course I’ve been eating.”

That was a lie. Your stomach hadn’t been properly filled in weeks and you couldn’t remember the last time it wasn’t rumbling. But that wasn’t important. What was important was the fact that you were finally losing weight. There’s no way you could stop now.

“Cut the crap, y/n,” Peter said, catching you by surprise. “We’ve been watching you. I can’t even remember the last time you bought a school lunch.”

“And you pick at your food at dinner every night,” Wanda added. “I haven’t seen you eat more than three bites. You think no one notices, but you’re wrong. And I can feel you, love. You feel...empty.”

Wanda rested her hand on your knee as you tried to process what was happening. You had been so good at hiding this, how had they found out?

“You guys, I’m—” You started before Peter cut you off.

“Don’t say you’re fine, because you’re not. We know it, and you know it, so please stop lying to us, y/n. We just want to help.”

“I have it under control, I don’t need help,” You protested. “Just...please don’t tell my mom.”

“Y/n—”

“Wanda, please,” You begged. “My mom has enough to worry about as it is. I don’t need to add this to her stress as well. I promise, I have it under control. I’m alright.”

Wanda and Peter shared a look before turning back to you. 

“We’ll keep this between us for now,” Peter said, and you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“But, if things get any worse, we won’t hesitate to bring your mom into this,” Wanda warned.

You nodded and the two of them left, Wanda kissing you quickly before walking out of the room. 

‘I just need to hide it better’ you thought to yourself. ‘This is all my fault for being too obvious about things. I need to do better.’

Wanda and Peter had dropped the topic for the time being, until a week later, things took a turn for the worse when your P.E. teacher announced that your class was running the mile that day.

Thanks to training with Steve, your mile time had improved and you were one of the fastest in the class. However, due to malnutrition, any sort of exercise made you extremely lightheaded. 

You ignored the part of your brain that was telling you to make up some excuse to sit out. You convinced yourself you just weren’t drinking enough water so you drank an entire water bottle and went to class.

You were about halfway done with your mile when the corners of your vision turned black. You blinked a few times, trying to edge it away, but it was no use. By now, you heard a loud ringing in your ears and the world started spinning around you. You slowed down a bit, trying to regain your composure when you felt your knees buckle underneath you, and you were plunged into a world of darkness, not feeling it when you hit the ground.

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When you awoke, you were still laying on the field, your entire class swarming around you. You were trying to sit up when you felt something attached to your hand. 

You looked to the right and saw Wanda sitting there, looking scared as hell.

“Miss Maximoff, Mr. Parker, please escort Miss Romanoff to the nurse’s office,” Your teacher ordered.

You felt Wanda help lift you to a standing position and once you were up, you felt the world start spinning again. You shut your eyes tight as two arms, you assumed they belonged to Wanda and Peter, wrapped around either side of your waist. Soon enough, the dizziness ceased and you opened your eyes, signaling for Peter and Wanda to start walking with you.

You made it to the nurse’s station where you saw your mom already waiting.

“Mom?” You asked, wondering how she had gotten to your school so quickly.

“Peter called me the second he saw you fall,” She explained.

You, Wanda, and Peter were dismissed from school early, and your mom led you all back to her car. You sat in the passenger seat while Peter and Wanda sat in the back.

“What happened?” Your mom demanded.

The tone of her voice scared you a little bit, but you knew it was filled more with concern than it was with anger.

“I must’ve just gotten overheated or something,” You lied, knowing exactly why you passed out. “I was doing fine one second, and then the next I was on the ground.”

“That’s not true, Ms. Romanoff,” Peter interjected.

You whipped your head around to him and shook your head, silently pleading him to not tell her.

“What do you mean?” She asked. “Do you know something I don’t?”

“Peter, stop,” You said, panicking at what was about to be said.

“Y/n hasn’t eaten a proper meal in a month,” Wanda admitted.

You shot your girlfriend a look of betrayal before turning back around to face forward.

“You, what?!” Your mom blared. “Y/n, is this true?”

Your silence was enough of an answer for her to understand that yes, it was true.

“Y/n, baby, why?” Your mom said.

You could tell she was trying to be strong, but her voice was cracking.

“Because I’m not like you guys, okay?!” You finally snapped, letting loose all of your pent-up emotions. “I don’t have a super-human metabolism like Peter, and I don’t have a perfectly in-shape body. I’m not an avenger and it sure as hell shows. Even people I don’t even know were making comments about it on twitter.”

“Is that why you disabled your account?” Peter asked, realization hitting him.

You nodded and looked down at your fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them.

By now, you had reached the tower and your mom put the car into park, turning to face you.

“Y/n, I know it’s been hard for you to grow up in the spotlight, constantly being compared to us but this isn’t healthy,” She said, cupping your chin and lightly pulling your head up to meet her gaze. “If I had known all of this, I never would have let you do all those extra training sessions with me. It’s not safe for you to keep exercising like this when you’re not giving your body proper nourishment.”

“I can’t—” You sniffed. “I can’t stop. I need help.”

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as your mom brushed it away, pulling you in for a hug before the four of you got out of the car.

Once inside, your mom told you to sit down in the living room while she left for a few minutes. When she returned, she had the rest of the team with her and you could only assume she had given them the run-down on your situation. 

You were slightly hurt that she had shared your personal life like that, but you knew it was for the best.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Your mom said once everyone was settled. “Y/n, you’re going to help with dinner every night. I know it can be hard once you’ve developed a food phobia, but when you’re in control of what we eat every night it makes things a little easier. No more throwing your food in the trash, okay? As for school, I’ll be making you a homemade lunch each day, and Peter and Wanda will be keeping an eye on you and will be reporting back to me. First thing tomorrow, I’ll call and set you up an appointment with a therapist. Bottling up your emotions will only make things worse, trust me. You need to talk to someone, and a therapist will help to give you healthier coping mechanisms.”

You listened as your mom laid out these new rules before telling you to go lie down. As you got up to leave, you were bombarded with your family hugging you and telling you they were there for you. You honestly had never felt more loved and supported in your life.

You finally made your way to your room, lying down in bed. A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in,” You said weakly.

The handle turned and Wanda walked in, using her powers to levitate a tray behind her. You sat up and she put the tray down in your lap. On the tray, you saw there was a plate of cheese and crackers.

You looked down at the tray before looking up at your girlfriend. You forced yourself to pick up one of the crackers and take a bite, your mind screaming at you the entire time. But you were sick. You knew this. You wanted to get better.

“I’m sorry for telling your mother,” Wanda spoke. “You were slowly killing yourself and I couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. I’m so sorry, y/n. Can you forgive me?”

“I don’t blame you, Wan,” You told her. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I never should have forced you and Peter to keep this a secret.”

Wanda wrapped you into her arms, squeezing tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a long time before you pulled away and, bite by bite, finished the snack she had brought you.

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You had been in recovery for about a month now, and while things were far from easy, you knew you could do it. Your family was your support system and they were right there by your side every step of the way.

You were sitting on the couch with Peter and Wanda, you and your girlfriend tangled in each other’s arms as you watched your mom on tv. She was finishing up a press conference.

“Oh, and one last thing before I go,” She spoke toward the camera and the audience. “Whoever decided to make awful comments about my daughter online, I am a trained assassin and I will find you.”

[undyingskies]

Just Fine

Request: yes; “hii, could you maybe write an owen imagine where fans take pictures of his gf kissing a guy on the street so there is rumors and of course owen's pissed, but she was actually filming a scene so everything was fake please”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy, I have a decent amount of requests I am working through! As well as a two part fic for Owen, they are going to take some time so if you requested please be patient with me! I promise I am working on them!

Warning: None

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Your show, Charmed, season 3 was renewed at the same time as season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms. Which means you and your boyfriend Owen were both incredibly busy filming in two different time zones. You guys tried your best to talk when you were free and keep each other updated with what was going on in your shows, but it got more difficult as time went on.

You loved your boyfriend and you missed him but between your two schedules you felt like you were putting more effort in talking to him than he was you. You guys actually haven’t talked in a few days and you were the last one to text and call him.

You get he was busy, you were too, but it still felt like he wasn’t putting even a little effort into trying to talk to you.

So here you are today, reading lines sitting in your makeup chair getting ready for today’s scenes. This season they introduced a new character to play your love interest and today was the big scene between the two of you.

You were nervous, really nervous. Charmed was your first ever show that you booked and so far you’ve had no love interest so you didn’t have scenes like the one today. You were a professional and you knew you could do it but still you were nervous. It would be nice to tell your boyfriend about it, Owen is usually really good at calming your nerves but he just seems to be ignoring you.

“Y/N it’s your time to shine, let’s go!” You hear Tami your director yell.

You sigh at her words, stand up and shake your hands at your side; before you walk onto the street for your scene.

You think to yourself, you’ve got this, it’s only one scene. You’ve done plenty of other scenes in the past that have made you nervous before so it’s okay. It’s just why did this one feel different?

“Alright, you guys ready?” You hear Tami yell again.

Both you and Jake, your love interest, nod yes and get in your places.

“Okay, awesome. We’re gonna take it from the spot where you guys are talking about how you feel and you’re walking to Lily’s apartment” Tami tells the two of you.

She walks back to the camera and sits in her chair. Everyone on set quiets down as the lights flash, and you see her hands counting down from three to one.

Then one hits, that’s your cue.

“You know Steven, you really didn’t have to walk me back to my apartment.” You tell him and turn to smile at him, placing a hand on his arm.

“I know Lily, you can totally handle yourself but it was an excuse to spend more time with you.” He tells you.

You respond with a smile. The two of your characters walking through the street making small talk with one another.

Until the two of you reach the destination of where your two characters were going. This is when it’s gonna happen, just take a deep breath and it’ll be okay.

You stop and turn to look at Jake, who’s character is Steven. You grab one of his hands and say,

“Well thanks again Steven, I appreciate it. I liked having the extra time with you too.”

He smiles back at you and takes a step towards you. He places a hand on your cheek and you lean into it slightly.

“Me too.” He whispers out. You both just look at each other smiling and that’s when he leans in. The two of yours lips meeting for a kiss.

You two stay standing with your lips interlocked for a few more seconds until you hear Tami yell, “Cut.” At her words the two of you step apart.

“That was great the two of you really, perfect! Could have not gone better!” She tells the both of you. You send her a small smile.

You think to yourself that really wasn’t that bad, your nerves no longer getting the best of you. You grab your things and make your way to your trailer; it was a long morning and a nap wouldn’t hurt.

Upon making it to your trailer, you fling yourself  onto the bed you have in there. Almost immediately falling asleep, face first in your pillows, letting slumber take over you.

You have no idea how long you had been asleep for but the constant buzzing of your phone on your bed besides you wakes you up.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you reach over to grab your phone. You squint at the sudden bright light from your phone reading the few messages you have. One catches your attention first. It’s from Owen, it reads.

“You should really check twitter. Thanks.”

You think to yourself that’s a lot of periods and does not seem good. You can’t help but panic a little that’s not a normal text from Owen, especially after not talking for a few days.

You close the message app and quickly open the twitter app. It doesn’t take long in your scrolling for you to stumble upon what seems to have upset your boyfriend.

It was pictures of you and Jake kissing in front of the building. The photos don’t show the cast or crew filming the scene, it really is just the two of you. Your heart picks up at the sight of the photo, it doesn’t look good. How did someone get this photo and how did it blow up so fast? You think to yourself, right now that doesn’t matter though. Owen is what matters.

You quickly call Owen wanting to explain to him the reality behind it. Your phone rings twice then it gets sent to voicemail. You scrunch your eyebrows and call him again, voicemail again. You call again and again, and then finally you get an answer.

“What do you want Y/N?” You hear Owen snap at you.

“I wanted to call you to explain what that photo was as I can only assume that’s why you’re so upset.” You tell him, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Oh what you could only assume is what I’m upset by?? I actually loved seeing photos of MY girlfriend kissing another guy. It was actually really great getting to see that and hear about it from Charlie.” Owen snaps again.

“You don’t have to be so rude about it Owen, it’s not what it looks like. That’s Jake, not some random guy! It was for-“ He cuts you off.

“Oh great to know it wasn’t some random guy. You know what I really don’t feel like talking to you right now. I’ve got to go.” He says quickly trying to get you off the phone fast.

“You better stop that Joyner and listen to me for one second.” The tone of your voice making him stop his movements to end the call. He doesn’t say anything so you take that as your cue.

“First of all that’s Jake, my co-star, and that was a scene for our show. He is playing my character’s love interest actually.” Your frustration building as you take to him. “And you would know that if you took any time to actually talk to me instead of ignoring me for days on end. You don’t put any effort into this like I do, I know what’s going on in your scenes. I bet you could not tell me one thing that’s going on in mine!”

Your met with silence.

“Ya that’s what I thought Owen, so you know what goodbye, have fun learning about my show through the internet.” You tell him before you hang up, not letting him get another word in.

Tears slip from your eyes as you gather your things to go home. You checked the time and it was 6 PM. Your nap was a lot longer than you thought but you could go home now, they told you if they didn’t get you by 5, they wouldn’t need you for the rest of the day.

Tears continue to cloud your vision as you drive through the streets of LA to your apartment. You have music playing quietly during your drive hoping it would help calm you down but the tears still fall.

You feel bad, guilty even. If you were in Owen’s shoes and saw photos like that on the internet with no context you would be just as mad and hurt by it. You shouldn’t have reacted that way, you should have stayed calm but he didn’t give you the time to explain. Your hurt from not talking to him for days and feeling like he was ignoring you just built up and took over.

Once you reach your apartment you quickly shuffle into the building and into your unit. You didn’t want to be far from your bed much longer, the comfort of it calling you. You quickly strip from your clothes and into you pajamas, which was just underwear and one of Owen’s shirts.

You crawl into bed and check your phone one last time, nothing. No notifications, absolutely nothing. You lock it and put it on its charger. You settle into your pillows and pull the sheets over you, covering half of your face, letting sleep take over you and a few more tears slipping from your eyes.

You don’t know how long you were asleep for but a loud banging woke up you, déjà vu. The pounds don’t stop as you turn over and check the time on your phone. It read 6:02 AM. A lot earlier than you would have liked to be woken up.

You stretch and pull your shirt down to cover your thighs. You let your feet lead you to the door where the banging continued. You open the door not even thinking twice, getting ready to yell at whoever decided it was a good time to wake you up this early.

You stop dead in your tracks, the words lost in your throat, your mouth just hanging open slightly. Your face to face with Owen.

He doesn’t say a word, he just pushes past you to get into your apartment. Your left standing at your door alone, still shocked and confused.

“You know it’s probably a good idea to close the door Y/N, especially with the whole no pants thing going on.” Owen says facing you.

You blush slightly at his words, closing the door and tugging the shirt down hoping it would cover more of your skin. It’s not like it’s nothing he’s seen before but his gaze on you right now, left you feeling vulnerable.

“What are you doing here O?” You ask him, walking into the living room and going to sit on your couch. Owen follows your lead.

It’s so quiet, and the atmosphere around the two of you is awkward. It was never like this between you and Owen, neither of you liked it very much.

Owen sits next to you, leaving space between the two of you so he could turn to face you, putting one of his legs on the couch.

“Soooo...” You trail off hoping to start some type of conversation, anything was better than the silence.

“I didn’t like the way we left off on that conversation, both of us obviously hurt and it didn’t feel like something that should have been fixed over the phone.” He tells you, one of his hands grabbing onto yours. “I jumped on the first plane after that phone call, I needed to see you.”

“I-okay...” You say, taking your hand from his to rub your eyes and yawning. The mix of exhaustion and confusion not helping you put together words. You place your hand on his again.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have given you a chance to explain or even say something before I got so frustrated. I should have let you talk before trying to hang up on you immediately. I just, it was really hard seeing those photos and knowing nothing.” He tells you, leaning forward a little more. He’s able to catch your gaze.

“No I know, I’m sorry too O. I know I overreacted a bit just yelling and hanging up on you. It was just you called and yelled without giving me a chance to really speak, and that was the first time we’ve spoken in days. I let my own frustration get to me.” You tell him.

“If it was the other way around, I would reacted similarly too. I don’t even want to think how I would feel seeing a photo of you kissing a girl with no context.”

Owen lets go of your hand to push some hair out of your face. He lets his hand cup your cheek after.

“I think we both were upset and instead of talking it out we just took it out on each other instead.” You nod your head agreeing with him.

“You know I’ve missed you love, it’s not easy being so far away.”

“I know Owen, that’s why I was so upset. I feel like whenever I have the chance I’m facetiming you or texting you just to give us some time to be together in some way, but it never felt reciprocated. I know you’re busy, you know out of anyone, I understand that. But baby, I stopped trying and we didn’t talk for 4 days before yesterday.” You’re able to get all of that out without tears falling and you feel proud of yourself.

Owen’s looking at you as you tell him those things. He sees you gulping a little harder and the glaze over your eyes, he knows you’re trying not to cry. He still has his hand cupping your cheek.

“I know Y/N, I want you to know how sorry I am about that. We’re both busy but it’s not okay that I but you on the back burner just because I know you understand. It just work has gotten extra busy it feels like lately and then I’m exhausted, I know that’s not a good excuse but it was never my intention to make you feel not important or like I don’t care about what you have going on.” The tears finally slip from your eyes. His fingers brushing them away as they fall.

He pulls you closer and into his chest to hold you. It breaks his heart seeing you like this and knowing it was because of him.

“I get it O; I miss you so much and sometimes it gets super hard. All I wanted to do was tell you about what was happening in my scenes this week, especially because I was so nervous to do it.”

“I miss you too and completely understand that. You know how much I love to hear about what you’ve got going on in your scenes, especially this week’s scene I would have liked to know that one.” He tells you with a small laugh as his hands rub your back. You lean back a little and leave a small slap on his chest, a small chuckle leaving you as well.

“Trust me I would have liked you knowing what was going on too. I would have liked that a lot more than you finding out over the internet.” You tell him.

“It did get you here though, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.” You offer him with a laugh, him reciprocating.

“Oh whatever Y/L/N.” He says before leaning in to give you a kiss. Your lips meeting his, you melt into the kiss. Oh how you’ve missed your boyfriend and the feeling of his lips on yours.

You smile as the two of you break apart.

“We good now?” He asks you.

“Yes, we’re good now.” You tell him with a smile.

“Also I promise no more ignoring and I will put more effort in. I wanna know what you’ve got going on, that way I can pretend I’m here with you and the distance doesn’t seem so bad.”

You lean into his chest at his words, his arms wrapping around you and squeezes your hips.

“As long as we’re both in this together O, it’ll all be just fine.”

His lips meet yours for another sweet kiss. You lay happily in each other’s arms for the next few hours until you had to go to set. You leave for set Owen in tow, hand in yours, as you update him on everything you’ve got going on and answering all his questions. Both of you happier than ever.

[neoheros]

how would haikyuu boys handle getting shipped with a friend on tiktok? feat. kuroo tetsuro

kuroo tetsuro has a crippling tiktok addiction and he’s in denial about it but everyone around him knows because all he does in his free time is get on that app

that’s canon i’m not arguing with anyone about this

he’s the kind of guy to fall asleep from scrolling through his fyp and the moment he wakes up he looks for his phone under his pillow to watch more lmaooo

so anyways

you share classes with him and he’s not really the kind of guy to have crushes especially on people he’s not close with

but then one day he’s on his fyp and he stumbles on one of your videos

and he’s just like ?? woah

he recognizes you obvi, he’s not one to talk to people out of his friend group but he’s not completely ignorant to everyone else

he immediately sees that you have indeed quite the following and have almost majority of your posts going viral

so yea you can say he’d notice you more in class now

at first it was subtle, looking at you more when he’s spacing out or paying close attention to you when you’re reciting

he doesn’t even notice how he includes you more in his thought process until the day kenma pointed it out to him how he’s been a bit more distracted lately

he brushed it off thinking it wasn’t really anything serious

but then boy Oh boy !!!

he started noticing the fact that you’ve got a really nice room in your vids and your fave led lights are the red ones since you almost always use them

he’s also really into the fact that you upload more on comedic videos than dancing ones

but HONEY when you posted your take on the dance trend of savage by megan thee stallion ,,, he was GONEEEE !!!

he sent that video to kenma like five times in a row with the caption “aha brb gonna LIVE for this woman 😗✌️”

kenma be like: simp city population - u

at this point he just accepts it, like flat out he took it within himself to UNDERSTAND how much he’s crushing on you and kenma asks him if he’s gonna do anything about it and he’s like ????

like he gets how awesome he is and stuff cause duh captain of the volleyball team and most probably the most beautiful man on campus but you’re also really good in class and very attractive

not to mention that you’ve never even looked his way before

he was hurt, man !!

only he could feel as rejected as someone who actually did get rejected

nevertheless, he got over that and just woke up one day telling himself that he was gonna shoot his shot anyway !!

so one day in class, right after the lunch bell rang, he took a deep breath and rummaged his insides for every drip of confidence he could muster

he walked to your seat and you were kinda surprised because this boy right here has never once talked to you before

his opening line was “can i sit here?”

you were still really confused but then he said something about wanting to be friends and your heart was just really warm cause !!!! that’s so NICE !!

and he mentioned how he knew you from tiktok since you practically lived on his fyp

you were really embarrassed and he got to see in action how your ears turn really red when you get shy

kuroo, internally: “that’s so FUCKEN CUTE !!!!!”

he had to reassure you that it was indeed really cool that you made bomb ass tiktoks

you were so grateful cause like one minute you were having a terrible day because of your stupid teacher then bam this 6’2 beauty of a man came swooping in telling you you were terrific

you two became friends after that and it made you really happy to have someone as cool as kuroo as your best friend

kuroo likes to sit with you at lunch except when you’re with other people then he gets a bit dejected so he’s just “well damn maybe tomorrow then”

it’s all good though cause he has invited you to numerous of his practices and that’s when you SEE how amazing this man is at volleyball

one day you’re like “hey wanna do a tiktok with me?”

and he’s like “the one where you kiss me?”

you, flushed: DIPSHIT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT !!!!1!1!1!!

you guys do the one where you dance to supalonely by benee

it went OFF !!! 700k likes and a solid ass 2.7M views because apparently the viewers really like it when kuroo dances next to you in his varsity uniform and has sweat dripping on his forehead

your comments for the next two weeks are just like “bro post another one with kuroo please PLEASE”

kuroo: guess people just like me more :)

you: leave my mentions <3

sometimes you’d get people replying to your videos with “you and kuroo look really good together”

you see them but you most likely ignore it because even if you did know how much you liked kuroo, you didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship, yk?

anyhow due to popular demand, you include him in your videos again and every time you do they always go viral !!!

it’s very cute especially when you do the ones where you snapchat him song lyrics and he answers even if he does know it’s a trend

“can they please just get together already, we all know they’re pining but they’re too coward to say it !!”

you: ok u know what user9728182829 since u’r so good at this why don’t u be the one to make tiktoks at a volleyball court and dodge all those stray balls 😤

you were so fed up with it that you actually tell kuroo about the entirety of tiktok shipping the two of you together

he was worried that you were upset because people liked you and him dating that he thought maybe you just weren’t into him

BUT THEN !!!

because of the corona virus all the schools shut down and people were forced to stay in their houses for quarantine

it was sad that everything got cancelled and you weren’t allowed to see your friends anymore

but that’s ok cause kuroo insisted to facetime everyday

you: why can’t we just text

kuroo: because what if you forget what i look like 🥺

you: hey i’m not that blessed ❤️

it was like the quarantine never happened since you still saw and talked to him everyday

sometimes he’d show up at your place but refuse to come inside cause social distancing

this mfer threw rocks on your glass window just to get your attention once

kuroo: i got you those edible cookie dough in pints !!

you: omfg 🥺👉👈

then he chucks it at you because he ain’t boutta break the law to get you food 😤

it’s ok though you have really good reflexes and it only hit your elbow the first 2 times !!

you got it all on camera and posted it on tiktok and everyone in the comments were LIVID at the fact that you captioned it with “best friends b like”

“i just know that kuroo is punching the air right now.”

“imagine risking the corona and still being friend zoned.”

“when you realize kuroo is actually the president of simp city.”

other times he’d snap you at 3 in the morning asking if you want anything from starbucks

no one:

your snapchat dms at 3:28 am: you really went to bed you SN A KE !!

and when you wake up the next morning you find out that this guy is still awake and that he’s been chilling in the starbucks parking lot all morning !!!

that’s ok though because other than the fact that his sleep schedule is completely wrecked he still got you your venti strawberry acai refresher

you: thank you sm 🥺 what do i owe you

kuroo: a kiss on the cheek

you: you can have the drink back ❤️

that’s when the new tiktok trend started and people were posting the hottest guys on campus or revealing their crushes since 1st grade

you, feeling brave because school is cancelled: aight bet 😎

you do a tiktok hopping on the trend and you captioned it with “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the boys from campus that i’d date for real”

you stall for the first 30 second by vibing to the music and when the beat drop !!

you showed a picture of kuroo and you put in the text “kinda missing him too”

you were extremely regretting this but numerous people already saw it and the comments went on and on about how unsurprising this was

press f ma’am

so one afternoon while kuroo was scrolling through his tiktok, he was surprised by the amount of notifications he was getting

cause he doesn’t even post videos ??

he’s only there to watch funny stuff and leave insulting comments on your posts cause he’s a good friend

he checks and they’re all just tags of him in this one video and he was kinda worried cause what if it was a hate post ??

but then he saw that it was yours and he’s less nervous !!!

kuroo, texting you: if you diss me in this one i’m posting the screenshot of you falling asleep on facetime

so he watches it and ??????????????

bro he went 🥺

before he messages you he went straight for the comments and !!!!!

“who knew it was kuroo before watching the whole video?”

“don’t be shy put some more photos of him !!”

“if kuroo duets this i’m gonna make sure to never fall in love unless its like this.”

“y’all he did it boys!! he graduated from the best friend zone!!”

he’s still really surprised by this and he really hopes you’re not kidding cause bro you??? like him????

thanks to that comment he saw, he decides to duet your video by using the same sound and doing the same dance with the same caption “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the ones from campus that i’d date for real”

and they’re all just pictures of you 🥺

it blows up but before you see it on your fyp he’s already asking to facetime and when you answer you swear he’s just got the biggest smile in the world i’m :(

kuroo: lol remember when you publicly told majority of the internet how much you liked me

you: lol remember when you weren’t talking ❤️

[mercy-burning]

I Felt A Burning (Songbird Chapter 3)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As it turns out, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Reader finds herself missing Spencer while he’s away, so the two of them find unique ways to spend time with one another. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut (penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, male and female masturbation, squirting), Language Word Count: 6.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST SERIES PLAYLIST (new songs added with the release of each new chapter)

NOTE: Sorry this is a little late.. This series is giving me a rough time at the moment, so I’ll probably need a little time to work out some of the kinks (pun intended?) but I’m still very excited to share the rest with you, because I do think it’s going to end up being one of my favorite things I’ve ever written!

So, this month I’m going to take some time to work on requests for my 1k celebration (More info on that here if you want to check it out and send in some requests), and once they’re all complete, I’ll come back to Songbird! It’s not technically on hold, but chapter updates will probably stay pretty spread out while I try to make each one the best they can be 🥰

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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"I've never seen him this attached to his phone, it's almost like he's a whole different person."

I don't think JJ realized I could hear her, and she probably thought I wasn't paying attention. To be fair, I wasn't paying that much attention. But I had to be cautious; As much as I loved texting with Y/N, I knew what my friends would do if they found out the nature of our conversations. Or that I was texting a woman outside of a professional setting... Or that I was texting a woman at all.

"I wonder who could have him that caught up," I heard Emily say.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I spoke up, keeping my eyes locked on my screen. "Her name is Sudoku. It's something to do to pass the time."

"Oh, so he is alive," Emily quipped, and everyone laughed. I even let out a little smile. "Why invest money in a smartphone when you don't even like the technology? I mean, you can buy puzzle books for like a dollar a piece, anyway..."

The first time Y/N texted me a... rather scandalous photo of herself, I'd ended up having to wait until I got home, transferring and downloading the file to my computer there because I couldn't get it on my phone. And then she called me and said that if we were going to do this properly I needed to be able to see the photos while I was away, otherwise there wouldn't be a point.

And the funny thing was, I didn't hesitate to purchase a smartphone immediately after we hung up.

I have to say, it was really handy. Sure, it was still taking some getting used to. And I much preferred my old phone, but getting to experience these rather adventurous text exchanges with her made it all worth it.

"Endless puzzles on the free app is much cheaper than buying a new book every few days. It's not bad," I finally said.

Just as Derek mentioned something about Penelope finally 'bringing me to the dark side', my phone buzzed in my hand and my heart buzzed in my chest.

The rest of the team talked amongst themselves, leaving me to 'my game' and I was glad to have a cover.

But when I opened the message and saw the photo Y/N sent me, I felt like the most obvious person in the world. Surely there was no way that no one else didn't know what I was looking at, right? Because I felt my face get hot, and something equally warm stirred in my lower stomach.

Shifting my bag over my lap just in case, I swallowed and examined the photo further.

The camera framed her body from the top of her mouth to her chest. She was completely bare, her bottom lip formed in a pout and saliva leaking out and down her chin. My eyes followed the trail down to her exposed breasts, where a round, red lollipop was covering her right nipple. I could barely see her piercing from behind it.

My phone buzzed again with another photo attachment, this time revealing a different angle. The lollipop was positioned right above her clit, just barely touching it, and looked like she was dripping wet. Immediately I wondered whether or not she'd touched herself with the lollipop, and if so, had she tasted herself on the candy? What did it taste like? Would she be willing to let me try when I landed and could finally see her again?

My phone buzzed a third time, and it almost scared me. This time it was just a text: I hope you appreciated those. It was far less sexy to take them than you'd probably think. Definitely more sticky, too. Gonna take a shower. Might send you some more, if you can handle it. —Stranger

I tried not to smile too hard, fully aware of my friends on the other side of the jet, and texted back as discreetly as I could: I always appreciate the effort. As for what I can handle, you'll come to find I'm full of surprises.

It didn't take long for a response to show up: Well, I'll just have to test that out when you come back to me, won't I, Doc?

My breath caught, and I don't think I'd ever wished for the plane to land faster than I did at that moment. I thought about asking when we were expected home, but figuring that might be a little more suspicious, I thought better of it and decided to wait it out.

I messaged her back: Text you when we land, and then pulled up the Sudoku puzzle app to keep myself busy until I could see her in person.

***

Maybe it was a little ridiculous dressing up for someone when they were just going to take it off of you almost immediately after walking through the door, but for one thing, I needed to wear something while I waited for him to get here.

And for another, it made me feel sexy, and in the end that's all I needed to know.

I wore a matching white lace bra and underwear set with high stockings. It was simple, but as I'd learned over the past month, Spencer really liked white on me. So I knew this was a good option, even if ultimately he didn't care what I wore (or didn't wear). To leave it a little surprise, I threw on a robe and read on the couch until he would text me.

But even as my book was open in my lap, my eyes didn't scan the pages. Instead I stared off into space, thinking about what a month it had been.

A whole month, and everything was going great. Not that I expected it to be awful or anything, but over time, even though Spencer and I had strictly been sleeping together without any strings, every time he was gone I felt like something was missing.

It confused the hell out of me.

And not because he wasn't worth missing—that actually wasn't the case. It was the fact that I was the one missing him at all that confused me. I mean, it was obvious from the beginning of our sexual relationship that I was willing to break a few rules of mine just to be around him, but... Feeling these things so soon? Missing his presence when he wasn't near me?

It was all so unfamiliar and completely different from any relationship I'd been in before, and a large part of me wanted to stop it all together. But really, I knew that was ridiculous, because nothing was wrong. He always respected my wishes, he made me feel good, and he was always kind and reassuring. He even bought a brand new fucking phone just so we could sext while he was away. It was obvious that he would have done a lot for me, and for the sake of keeping our arrangement steady... And from the little I did know about him, he seemed like the type of person who would be totally understanding about any issue I had, whether it was of a sexual nature or not.

Simply put, he was perfect.

So why did I not want to let him in? Why was it so fucking hard for me to believe that I could actually date him like a normal person and be okay?

Maybe I just needed to take things slow. I could do that, right?

Yeah. I totally could.

When he got here, the first matter of business, of course, would be to have sex with him. Because he'd been away for almost a week now, and the whole time we texted back and forth about all the things we wished we could do to each other. And his job was stressful, so whenever he came back he liked to relieve some of that stress, which I was more than willing to give him. No matter my conflicted feelings, our arrangement was so solid that I had no doubts about what would happen the second he walked through my door.

And then, when it was all over, he would leave. He always did, even if I sometimes asked him to stay until I fell asleep. But maybe tonight I could tell him to stay and fall asleep with me instead. That would be a good first step, right? I could explain how he must be exhausted from work and travelling, so he should just rest and I would be willing to let him sleep in bed beside me.

Yeah. That was a good plan.

Except, what would I do in the morning, then? Would everything be awkward? Would he get up before me and leave before I even woke up? And if that was the case, would he leave another note? Maybe he would still be asleep when I woke up, and then I could make him breakfast or something. Mayb—

My phone went off beside me, snapping me out of my excessive thinking. Thank God...

I read the text with a smile forming as soon as I saw his name at the top of the screen: Be at your place in 20 minutes.

After sending back a winking-face emoji, I set my phone on the table and put the book next to it. And then I took a deep breath and reminded myself to take it easy. Everything was going to be just fine.

Everything was going to be just fine.

I must have repeated it to myself over and over until he actually showed up, because it felt like only a minute had passed before a knock sounded at the door.

"It's me!" Spencer called out, and my heart raced.

Even as I strode over to the door, I couldn't seem to slow the fast pace of my heartbeat. And when I opened the door to see him with a brighter-than-the-sun smile, I thought it might completely burst out of my chest.

"Hey, Stranger," I whispered, stepping aside to let him in. As soon as the door closed, he leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I couldn't resist. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him deeply and with as much care as I could convey. He dropped his bag and melted into me completely, wrapping his arms around my lower back and pulling me closer to him. In turn I melted into him, sighing into his mouth.

I couldn't tell you how long we stayed like that, standing at the front door and making out like he'd just come back from war. It felt like it could have been forever, but however long it was, I couldn't have cared any more or less. It was perfect.

His hands slid down my back and splayed over the curve of my ass, making me laugh against his mouth. I felt him smile before he pulled away just a little, just enough to keep our noses touching.

"I missed you," he said simply, though with those three words alone it felt like it was complex and enduring enough to chip away at the walls I put up.

And strangely I didn't mind. When he was here, touching me, smiling at me, speaking to me, I felt... serene. It was like the stillest water you could imagine—no ripples, no waves... Just clear water, so still it was like a horizontal mirror.

"Missed you more," I drawled out, running my hands through his hair and rubbing my nose against his. "I even wore something special."

"You did?" he mused, running his hands back over my back and then around to the front of the robe I'd put on over my lingerie. He probably already noticed the stockings, unless he was just as blindsided as I'd been by the fact that we were finally together again that he didn't actually notice. But either way, his whole body went still when he pulled my robe away and took me in. I anchored myself to him by holding his hands, studying his face as it looked me up and down and grew stronger with desperation with every passing second.

"You like it?" I finally asked.

The mood almost completely shifted when he met my eyes. I could have sworn they grew darker.

"I like you," he breathed, right before he reached forward, grabbing my face with both his hands, and kissing me again. This time it was primal, every nerve in my body going numb at the way he practically consumed me. It was all hands and tongue and teeth and warmth.

I clutched onto his shirt, pulling his body closer to mine as I was desperate to be connected to him on every physical level. A gravelly moan slipped my mouth when he reached behind my head and lightly tugged at the roots of my hair, to which he tugged a little harder. I returned the favor, using my other hand to mirror the hair pulling he was performing on me, and he groaned almost as intensely as I did.

I didn't even know we were at the kitchen table until I was sitting on it, my legs instinctively wrapping around Spencer's waist and my arms doing the same to his neck. His tongue slipped into my mouth with ease, just like it had a million times before. And it was just as intoxicating.

He moved his hand to my back, sliding around the clasp of the bra before he paused and pulled away, studying my face. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but with the way his hands slid over my body like they were merely exploring, I had a feeling it was going to work out in my favor.

"You got all dressed up just for me, I'd feel bad to make you take it off," he mused, finally letting his eyes roam the length of my body.

"Whatever are we going to do about that," I mused right back, biting my lip when he met my eyes again.

His lips twitched into a smirk for a brief second before he moved his hands to unbuckle his pants. "I guess you'll just have to keep them on while I fuck her right here on the table."

I couldn't help the excited whimper that came out of my mouth as I leaned back on my hands and waited for him to get situated. My hand drifted to my panties, sliding them aside and dipping my middle finger through my pussy. "Did you like the pictures I sent you?"

I knew his answer was yes, but I wanted to get him more excited, and it seemed to do the trick—I could have sworn I saw his hands move faster, finally pushing his pants down as he took a step closer to me.

"Y/N, I have an eidetic memory, which basically means that I remember everything I see. Those pictures? They've been burned into my brain since I saw them, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about how badly I wanted to be with you again."

Each and every word fell heavy with this burning desire that set my whole body aflame. Added to the way he looked at me with the same intensity, it was practically the perfect formula for my destruction. And the fact that he could just vividly remember everything I sent him? Every picture, every time he saw me in the flesh—desperate for him... God, it was all so fucking exciting. And that was putting it lightly, because no words could ever have been beautiful or poetic enough to describe the way this man made me feel.

It all must have been written all over my features, because Spencer stared down at me and hummed amusedly His hands reached out to spread my legs by my knees, his touch sending shivers all throughout my body.

I reached out to grip his dick, slowly stroking it as I bit my lip and blinked up at him. "You have no idea how much I missed you this week," I got out, barely above a whisper.

"Oh, I think I do," he answered, right before he stepped forward and slid my panties aside. We both moved together then, me leaning forward to meet him as he brought his hips forward and ran his dick slowly along the opening of my pussy. He slapped it gently over my clit a few times, making me whimper out again which in turn made him smile a little. "How bad do you want it, pretty girl?"

"I want it bad," I answered simply, my voice low and on the verge of begging.

He seemed happy with that answer, a low hum coming from his throat in approval as he ran the tip of his dick through me again. And when he pushed it in just slightly, I wiggled under him in anticipation."

"Eager, are we?" he mused, stilling and bringing his thumb to gently circle my clit.

I threw my head back with an exasperated sigh that I only slightly truly meant in earnest. "Hell yeah, I'm eager. You promised to fuck me on the table, so when are you gonna deliver?"

Without another word, he slammed forward into me, and I gasped out, already falling apart at the burning I felt throughout my whole body.

"You're gonna regret being impatient, you know," Spencer grumbled, though the way I knew I had him practically wrapped around my finger told me that his threat was nothing more than a string of words that would fray and unravel into nothing once I got a tug on it.

And tug on it I did. Because he may have been the one currently obliterating me on my kitchen table, but the second I started talking, I knew he'd be just as ruined—maybe even a little more, though at the very least it would be an even playing field.

So I clenched around him as he continued fucking me at a brutal pace, spreading my legs wider and moaning out maybe a little too dramatically. "Oh, you've missed this tight little cunt, haven't you, baby boy?"

His arms wrapped around my legs and he scooted me closer, giving him a deeper angle inside me as a strangled moan rolled past his lips and his eyes almost rolled back. "Fuck, Y/N, I..."

As the words struggled to come out, I laughed, puffing my chest out and tilting my head to the side. "That's right... That's fuckin' right..."

It really didn't take long for either of us to reach orgasm, between our banter and the sheer force at which he drove into me while I clenched around him every so often, matching his rhythm perfectly despite how staggered everything was becoming with every passing second.

"Fuck, Spence, that's it," I breathed, reaching a hand out to graze his stomach with my fingertips. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Me, t— shit..."

Feeling him spill over inside me as I came around him reminded me just how much I missed having him with me, because no matter how good I made myself feel with a vibrator while he was away, nothing ever compared to that feeling; How full he made me feel, how tingly I felt when he moaned out my name, how warm his hands were as they gripped my skin to keep himself steady as he just fucking gave it all to me until there was nothing left... It was all so intense that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to recover.

Which was why, even after he pulled out of me, I laid back on the table completely, letting my legs dangle off. My eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath and eventually I let out a breathy laugh.

"Fuck, man, maybe we should spend time apart more often, because that was..."

The weight of what I'd said didn't even really hit me until his phone started to ring, and I remembered my plan, that spending time apart was actually what I didn't want and I was supposed to tell him to stay...

I sat up and watched as he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his pants, which were on the floor. He pulled them up with him as he stood up again, murmuring a quick 'sorry' to me before taking the call.

I could see his ants were struggling to stay up, so I reached out and grabbed him by the belt loop, pulling him to me and buttoning his pants up for him as he spoke.

"Yeah, Hotch?" he said, smiling down at me because of what I was doing. I smiled right back with a wink, fixing up and straightening out his pants before I saw his smile falter.

A ball of disappointment started to roll in the pit of my stomach as I heard Spencer say, "Oh..." rather sadly. If I had to take a guess, he was probably being called into work again so soon, and once again I would be left alone.

"O—Okay, I'll be right in," he said, confirming my suspicions. Once he said goodbye, He put his phone back in his pocket and smiled at me apologetically. "Sorry I have to leave so soon, I was hoping to spend at least a little more time together before I left."

And I was kind of hoping I'd ask you to stay... "Oh, it's okay... I guess... absence makes the heart grow fonder?"

We both laughed a little, though it was clear the mood was still a bit dismal. So to lighten it I sat up a bit straighter and smirked, spreading my legs a little and feeling his cum slowly drip out. "Well, why don't you take a picture or two? Something to remember me by?"

I could tell he appreciated the playfulness I put forth, but he didn't take his phone out. "That's the thing about having an eidetic memory, I won't need a picture. Anytime I want, I can just remember you like this. Plus, I won't risk anyone else seeing anything."

I scoffed with a smile. "Please... I would hope you aren't looking at the pictures I send you in a room full of your colleagues."

"I don't. But I do work with a bunch of profilers, all of whom would just love to tease me until the end of time if they ever discovered what I was doing with you in my free time."

I was going to say something, but he cut me off, stepping forward and bringing his hand down to brush against the inside of my thigh. "But, if it'll make you feel better... I can give you something to remember me by..."

"What's that?" I breathed out, looking up at him as his hand travelled to my pussy.

He dipped his middle finger inside of me and felt around, leaning forward until his lips were barely brushing mine. My whole body seemed like it was going to crumble down at any given second, when he spoke quietly. "A taste."

"Of... what?"

He brought his finger out of me and brought it to my lips, and I took it in without even thinking. I groaned around him as he spoke again, his gaze unwavering and downright life-ruining. "Us. This is what we taste like together... A perfect harmony. Don't you think?"

I wanted to tell him that he wouldn't know because he hadn't actually tasted it himself, but the whole thing was so fucking hot that I didn't even bother arguing. I just sat there, whining around his finger as he all but stared into my soul.

His finger slipped out of my mouth and ran along my chin as he tilted it up. "I want you to clean yourself up just like that. You can send me a picture when you're done so I can see, yeah?"

"And... What if I don't?"

Spencer smiled knowingly, taking one more swipe of his finger through me before bringing it to his own lips, sucking it clean like anyone would have with food, and stepping back from me completely. "You will."

He left, and I could have sworn I felt my soul leave my body.

***

I'm not sure where that came from, exactly. But Y/N had brought out this other side of me that was almost jarring as much as it was sexy. She was everything seductive and enticing that the world had to offer, and it fueled me in a way I couldn't explain. In fact, I was almost positive she wouldn't send any pictures, because what the hell kind of request was that? I certainly never would have thought of it before, but she gave me all these filthy thoughts and ideas that I never would have been able to dream up otherwise.

Which, precisely, is why I was second-guessing everything. I focused on what work we had to do, of course, but once we were settled in on the jet and on our way to the next city, I brought out my phone to text her.

But I wasn't sure what I would say. I'd have to find a way to apologize, of course, in case my request had been too weird, and that I definitely should have asked her if she was okay with me telling her what to do like that. I knew about dominant and submissive dynamics in sex of course, but that's not the type of relationship we had. And, to be completely honest, if anyone was going to be the dominant role in that dynamic, it most definitely would have been her. While I could be confident and somewhat in control when we had sex, and while sometimes she took on a rather submissive approach to our sessions and I found myself deeply turned on by that, I was not confident in my dominant side. I never could take full control like that, and with some of the things I've seen and experienced from Y/N, that role was definitely better suited for her than me.

But in the end it all came down to us trying new things. Or... rather, me trying new things. I figured she was way more experienced than me from the beginning, and that still remained true, though by the reaction I've had from her a few times, especially after tonight, it seemed I'd shaken her up a bit.

Whether that was a good thing or not would be dependent on how this conversation went.

I turned on my phone to see that I had three photos and one video attachment. My heartbeat picked up immediately, and I quickly shut it off to compose myself, already having a feeling of what might be there.

About a minute later, I got up to use the bathroom while everyone was catching up on some sleep. This was a bit of a longer flight than we were used to, so it kind of worked in my favor. But just to be safe, I snuck in the earbuds that came with the phone as well.

Once the door was shut, I leaned back against it and plugged in the earbuds, simultaneously trying to navigate through the phone to get to my messages. And once I was situated, I put the earbuds in and looked at the pictures first.

The first one could only be described as a 'before' photo, showcasing her pussy exactly how I left it, and that alone was enough to start a stirring in stomach. I examined the picture intently, feeling myself grow harder in my pants, and I knew this was dangerous. But somehow that made it all the more exciting. It was a good thing I decided to stay in the bathroom.

The second photo showed Y/N's middle and pointer fingers spreading herself wide, everything exposed and glistening. I looked at that one longer, but the third one took me out and made me slump my head against the door with a soft groan. She was pouting slightly, her bottom lip dripping with what was obviously the cum I'd left her with. I didn't even want to watch the video, because I knew once I did I'd be a goner. I didn't even know exactly what it would be, but it didn't matter, because no matter what Y/N did she would tear down every defense I had. Everything I thought I knew, my ability to think straight, all of it would be gone with one word—Hell, one look.

I managed to take a deep breath before opening the video and adjusting the volume. And knowing it was probably going to do some damage to me, I stood in front of the toilet, making sure the door was locked before taking my dick out of my pants and slowly starting to stroke it.

Through the screen, I saw that Y/N had repositioned the camera so that I had a full-body view of her on her kitchen table. I wasn't sure how she was able to keep her phone propped up or where it was, but as she started to move, I didn't really care one way or the other.

"I've already sent you some pictures, which I hope you looked at first, but I figured this would be... better proof," she was saying, her legs spreading wide so I had a perfect view of everything. She brought her hand down to circle her clit a few times, and the longer she went on, the louder and more obscene the sounds were.

"Fuck," I breathed as quietly as I could, taking everything in as my hand worked my dick a little faster. I could have watched her do just that forever.

But she went the next step, plunging two fingers inside herself and pumping them in and out slowly. Every once in a while she removed her hand and cleaned off her fingers, looking into the camera and burning a hole straight through me as she moaned.

"You're right," she said, scooping up more of our mess and spreading it around. "We do taste perfect. I think I'm gonna savor it for a while... Take my time."

Her fingers were torturously slow, and even though she taunted, I knew it was killing her, because it was written all over her face—her whole body, really. As her face contorted and her body seemed to shake, I wanted to tell her through the phone that she could go faster, that she didn't have to make it this hard, but I couldn't. All I could do was watch, and listen as she fingered herself and all of it was burning me up from the inside out.

By the time two minutes had passed, it looked like my cum was gone, but she was still going, determined to bring herself to release another time. Her fingers moved fast and hard, the glorious wet sounds combining symphonically with her moans and whimpers. As I could see her getting close, it was like I was there with her, feeling myself get there as well. I knew it wouldn't be long now, though I wished we could have done this forever. And if I was being honest with myself, I was probably going to do this more than once as long as we were still seeing each other.

What happened next surprised me, because... well, simply put, I wasn't expecting it. And I don't think she was either, because the pure blissful shock that plastered over her features as she tensed and squirted almost sent me into cardiac arrest.

I came then, trying desperately to keep quiet as I took in the image of Y/N coming undone right with me.

I was catching my breath when she sighed out with a smile and a laugh. She looked exhausted, but completely blissful and serene all the same as she spoke. "Fuck, I didn't expect that... But next time it happens, I want you here with me. Got it, Stranger?"

Although she couldn't hear me, I responded with a light, yet truly sincere, "Yes, Ma'am."

***

The studio had been empty for hours, and nothing ever made me happier. Truthfully, it was always my favorite part of the work day, when I went in early, when the sun was still below the horizon and almost everyone was still asleep. That was when I felt most creative, and after about two hours of messing around on the piano and acoustic guitar, I was still going strong.

Maybe I had Spencer to blame for that. For a week now he'd been gone, extremely busy with work, and I didn't get to see him in person, but we sent texts and pictures and videos all the time. Just last night we even video-chatted for a good three hours before he inevitably had to return to his job. And while I missed him, if anything I think the distance was good. Because while we spent time communicating, I was also able to focus on work and myself, and I didn't constantly have to worry about things moving too fast. Things couldn't move fast if there wasn't any physical contact, right?

I mean, sure, At this point I was practically craving his touch and his presence, but I knew that once we did get to see each other again, it would be practically electric. There was so much we'd talked about over the phone that we would probably have enough to keep us busy until he got called away again. And then the cycle would repeat.

But maybe that was wishful thinking. I liked this system, even if we hadn't really been at it for long. All I knew, though, was that it was currently working, and I was feeling incredible about my life in its current state.

I wished it could have stayed that way forever.

By the time Jules walked in, I'd written about two songs and was currently working on a third. The studio was littered with sticky-notes and notebook paper from all the ideas I had, and she shrugged off her thin jacket with a laugh. "How many songs has it been today?"

I set the guitar down and went to pick up some of the notes, organizing them haphazardly. "Two. Working on a third."

"Damn, Y/N, you've been on a roll this week. Hell, all month. So... Who's the inspiration?"

Shoving some of the notes into a folder, I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Jules sat down at the large coffee table in the middle of the room and spread out, shaking her head slightly to the side to removed the auburn bangs from her eyes. "I'm a musician, too, Y/N, I know when inspiration strikes, and I especially know when it's because of a certain someone. So... Who are they?"

I hesitated saying anything, but Jules was right, and there was no way I'd be able to convince her nothing in particular was happening. So, I tried to keep it as vague as possible. "Oh, uh, this guy I met at a bar at open mic night."

She whistled as I took a seat across from her. "Damn... The sex must be pretty good if you're cranking out songs like an industrial machine."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I nodded all the same. "Well, you'd be right. It's, uh... it's going pretty well."

"I'll say, you're practically glowing. Good for you, babe."

I could tell she wanted to say more, ask tons of questions (more specifically, when's the wedding?), but she knew me enough to refrain. She knew how I did with relationships, and she knew just how private I was. On multiple occasions she'd ask me why I was a musician if I didn't like sharing my personal life with people, but I'd always retorted with a simple truth: You didn't have to show anything to anyone if you didn't want to. There were thousands of different things to write about, and the beauty of storytelling was that you could create whatever you wanted, no matter how true it was to you.

As the day went on, and more of the writers for our friend's new album came in to work, I was pulled out of the 'relationship' headspace and plunged into work.

Honestly, I was relieved. Not because I didn't like thinking about Spencer, but the exact opposite.

That feeling wasn't something I was used to, and I wanted it to go away. At least while I was working, so I could focus on one thing at a time. I didn't let people in, and I didn't want to let them in if I could help it, and I certainly didn't like when things moved too fast, which they always seemed to do. And this time was no different, only now I think it was me who was starting to feel things too early.

It was searing. It was slowly starting to consume me, burning me from the inside out, and I didn't know what to do.

So I did the only think I did know how to do, and that was ignore it, replacing it with music, the one true comfort I'd ever known. I drowned myself in the cool ocean of work, merely hoping it would be enough to quell the frantic, petrifying, and rapidly growing wildfire that would surely be my downfall. And for a while it seemed like it was working.

And yet, somehow, by the time I left the studio, there was a dull ache in my chest that left me confused and scared.

Suddenly I was glad for that night we'd been interrupted before I asked him to stay, and that I never got the chance to follow through. I don't know what I would have done then. Because if that feeling, when he inevitably agreed and stayed the night, was anything like how I was feeling now, then it probably would have been a lot worse.

All the same, I came to the realization that no matter what I did or didn't do, he would always be there, taking up some amount of space in my being that refused to let go.

Whether I liked or not.

***

“I knew it when you looked my way That I’d be begging you to stay. I couldn’t say it to myself.

I felt a burning in the way I held on when you pulled away. I couldn’t say it to myself.

—Maggie Rogers, Say It

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Sing Sing Sing [part 1 of penpals] | Fushiguro x gn!(clarinettist)reader

TW: mentions of throwing up, hospital despite the TW this is v fluffy! basically you and Meg have been penpals and you meet for the first time! but not in the way either of you would’ve imagined... 

"i think they're coming around now..."

"hello..?"

all you remember was taking a wrong turn down an empty alley on a sunny day, then you were in a cold building with an ugly looking monster holding the back of your neck.

you grasped at a knee, or maybe an arm, squeezing as your felt your stomach churn, though you kept your lips pursed together, willing for it to stay down.

"i think they're gonna be sick..."

"GOJO-SENSEI! HELP! THE CIVILIAN IS GOING TO THROW UP!"

fresh air suddenly hit your face and you threw up in a bush before everything went black again.

"-the thing up. afterwards it was pretty easy to deal with."

"you say that, but the civilian still got injured."

"hey! i didn't see you trying to catch them."

"i had my hands full already!"

your eyes were immediately assaulted with the bright sunshine as you tried to crack them open. you decidedly kept them shut and moved your lead weighted arms to cover your eyes.

"oh?"

"you awake?"

"what happened?" was all you could ask. you had tried to beat the ugly thing with-

"my clarinet!" you bolted up, eyes wide open and met with three equally wide ones (person one had a black blindfold?), but suddenly your head exploded with pain.

"go slowly. you hit your head pretty hard." a voice said as you groaned, squeezing your temples with your trembling hands. "do you remember what happened?"

"got lost walking back. woke up in a weird building and there was a funky looking thing. tried to run away, then some people turned up and the thing exploded. kinda gross."

"gross?!"

"i mean, they are super gross." 

"where are we? what's going on?" you dared to open your eyes again, more slowly, as you took in your surroundings. you were sat on the floor, leaning against a big black dog. how cute. you nuzzled your head into its fur, easing your killer headache. 

"we're in Akihabara, and i think you're concussed. we'd like to take you to a hospital." the one with white hair and the blindfold spoke with a kind smile.

"who are you?" you furrowed your brows together, feeling like you should run away because stranger danger ! but the dog was comfy, lulling you to sleep.

"ah, i'm Gojo Satoru, i'm a teacher at the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School, and they are my first year students. we were out on a field trip when we found you." the white haired male answered again. he was a teacher? you'd never be able to guess.

"Jujutsu Tech High School?" you repeated, the name distantly ringing bells. you turned your attention to the students. "i recognise that uniform."

"we've been in Akihabara and around Tokyo before! did you see us then?" the pink haired boy asked with a bright smile. you buried your face into the dog with a thoughtful hum.

"it's only natural we stand out you know!" amother voice voice sung.

"never in a good way." a calmer voice grumbled.

"i guess i just exude that kind of eye-catching aura."

"it's easy recognise beauty such as mine."

how did you get here? why was this happening to you? you were just performing with a marching band this morning, doing your absolute best and playing your loudest for someone. you wanted to stand out for someone. he said he'd come by but didn't. you weren't disappointed... well... you were, but you understood he had his reasons. he probably had classes because it's Thursday.

"Megumi Fushiguro?" you mumbled, the students around you falling silent.

"what did you say?"

"oh yeah, in Japan you say it the other way round don't you?" you chuckled, remembering how embarrassed you were when Megumi cared to point that out when you were discussing nicknames. "Fushiguro Megumi. think he goes to your school."

it was quiet for a moment before the students erupted into excited chatter, 

"Fushiguro! you know them?"

"why didn't you tell us!"

"what? i - i don't—" the calm voice was not calm, but his breath stuttered, "Y - Y/N?"

you had first met Fushiguro via letter in first year middle school, your middle schools partners for a penpal project. you had sent the first letter and even went through the extra effort to try and make a translation, though your characters were very messy so you made sure to also send the English original in case it was unreadable. it was nearly a month before your class got their responses, and it appeared you were the most lucky as Fushiguro's English was far better than your Japanese, and when comparing letters with your classmates, you had the most interesting response.

nearly a year and 7 more letters later, you were the only one in your class still in touch with your penpal, and with the year drawing to a close, the teachers explained that you could only send one more letter. so with a wish, you sent your phone number and downloaded several Japanese chatting apps. sure enough, 2 weeks later, there was a friend request on LINE from a Megumi Fushiguro. his profile picture was just a night sky, but you couldn't say anything, yours was sheet music. this anonymity continued indefinitely. at first you had no idea how often he was okay with you messaging him, and you added the Tokyo timezone to your clock app so you didn't message him at ungodly hours, but after a few months, Megumi would be your first thought when you saw a cute cat or something and you'd quickly snap a photo to send him. he also did the same, mostly pictures of the sky.

on Megumi's birthday, you sent a recording of you playing his favourite piece on clarinet, and for your birthday he sent you a playlist of songs he thought you would like. from then on, you continued to send him your repertoire and small recordings of your practices. then one day, when you talked to him about your most recent performance, Fushiguro asked for the link to the video. you did, but didn't tell him which clarinet player you were. he didn't ask either. you toed the border of your anonymity when you first moved to high school with a picture of you in your new marching band uniform, but from the neck down. you weren't expecting a photo back, but he surprisingly sent one back of his uniform from the neck down. his uniform looked much comfier.

then a spot for a Japanese high school exchange opened (one of the main reasons you chose to attend the high school you did), and though it was for second years, you fought and won the spot. you immediately messaged Fushiguro without checking the time in Japan. and as if that wasn't enough, the wind band in your Japanese high school were having a performance in Tokyo! Fushiguro was in Tokyo! you told Fushiguro, but then dread began to pool in your stomach. what if he didn't want to meet? you were totally fine with that. but you wanted to so badly! you remember your elation when he stopped you mid-anxious text ramble to say he would meet you.

you woke up to a white ceiling and the potent smell of disinfectant. the hospital curtain slid open to reveal a beautiful boy with deep blue hair and long eyelashes, his eyes widening at you.

"ah- good afternoon."

"good afternoon, how can i help?" you smiled, "i think you might have the wrong bay?"

"no. i- uh- do you remember what happened? do you, do you remember me?"

"um... no? i'm not really sure what you mean? i mean, i recognise your uniform- do you go to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School by any chance?"

"they said you would be concussed and you might have some memory problems..." the boy mumbled, "is it alright if i sit down?" your eyes darted to the curtain in panic, "ah, i'll leave the curtain open, our teacher is just signing you out the hospital, i'm Fushiguro Megumi."

"Megumi?!" you gasped, the boy smiling softly as you fumbled for words, "i- you- huh?"

"yeah... we have a lot to talk about."

"then, please! sit! i can't believe!" you covered your mouth with your hand, which did nothing to muffle your delighted squeal as he sat in the chair next to your bed. "wow. i mean, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!"

Megumi couldn't help smiling too.

"it's nice to see you too... and i'm sorry i didn't make it to your performance."

"hey, it's okay! we still met up!" you grinned brightly. Megumi then found his hands very interesting.

"and, um... your clarinet is broken..."

"that--" will be very expensive, the thought alone bringing tears to your eyes- your precious baby! it was worth more than your entire wardrobe and shoes! but you shoved that thought away until later. Megumi was here now, visiting you in hospital. "-actually, why am i here? what happened?"

Megumi thankfully didn't push the topic of your clarinet and gladly filled you in on what had happened. by the end of his explanation, you had your face buried in your hands.

"i'm so sorry you had to see that."

"it's fine, i've seen worse. besides, you were concussed, it's normal."

"still..." you whined, peeking between your fingers to find him offering you a hint of a reassuring smile. you gave in with a sigh, "i must say, that's some weird religion you have and they teach you, no offence."

Megumi chuckled, eyes distant, "you're right, it is pretty weird."

"but, um, thank you for saving me Megumi." said boy snapped back into reality very quickly, his cheeks flushing red as it dawned on you that everyone probably called him by his last name. "or do you prefer Fushiguro? am i pronouncing it right? sorry, i got used to-"

"it's fine." he uttered out, "Megumi is fine."

"what about honourifics?"

"whatever you're comfortable with."

"then... Megumi-kun? or is that too weird?"

the boy's cheeks darkened, "it's fine..."

"then you can call me Y/N-chan! then it's not as weird right?" you suggested, starting to feel the second-hand embarrassment.

"yeah." Megumi flinched too much when his phone chimed, and he hurriedly read it over. "Gojo-sensei -my teacher- said he's signed what you need to let you out. you just need to sign a few things before you go."

"right." well, the moment had to end at some point. you couldn't stay in the hospital bay forever. it was just an amazing coincidence that you had met Megumi, so you should be thankful you even had the opportunity to speak to him like this. "am i okay to move?"

"um, i'll call a nurse."

Megumi stepped out as you were examined by the nurse, and you saw him again in reception as you gave him and his teacher a thumbs up before signing the hospital forms.

"thank you very much for everything you've done. i'm so grateful. and please pass my thanks on to the other first years!" you bowed formally to the pair, Megumi flushing red while his teacher just waved you off.

"no worries. sorry about your clarinet and the concussion." the teacher responded.

"it's fine, i was always told i have a thick skull! comes in handy sometimes."

"i have to go now, but Megumi will walk you to the station, right?"

Megumi scowled at his teacher with an unreadable look in his eyes which seemed to make the teacher's smile brighten.

"well it was nice to meet you sir!" you bowed again at the adult, who nodded to you.

"nice to meet you too! hope you enjoy Japan. Megumi, be nice."

Megumi glared at the older man as he skipped away, seemingly pleased with himself for winding the younger up. Said male sighed.

"you don't have to walk me back if you're busy, i have GPS on my phone."

The boy startled at your comment, brows furrowed, before shaking his head, "it's fine, it's no trouble. i would feel better if i walked you to the station at least."

you couldn't stop the wide smile stretching on your lips, "thanks!"

"it's nothing."

you mentally thanked all the deities for letting you spend a little longer with your penpal, chatting easily as if you hadn't just met him less than 10 hours ago. by the time you had made it to the station, you had mentally prepared to part.

"so... i guess this is it?"

"yeah..."

"it was so nice to meet you- i cannot fully explain how nice this has been! even if i did spend a while in a hospital." Megumi chuckled at your words. you felt your cheeks heat up, his smile squeezing at your heart.

"i feel the same."

your train arrived.

"well. i'll message you later then?" you grinned hopefully, Megumi nodding. "hug? or do you not do those? i don't mind."

you nearly burst out laughing at the rush of emotions that flickered in Megumi's eyes- mostly panic. he blinked out his state when a giggle slipped out. he flushed red but nodded stiffly, opening his arms for you. you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his wrap behind you too, surprisingly quickly considering how awkward he was at first. keeping it short because of the train behind you, you pulled away to find him also smiling. so he did like hugs.

"until next time?"

"yeah."

the doors shut and you waved to him as the train set off. and that was that.

your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Megumi: the school offered to pay compensation for the damages to your clarinet, so please let me know if and when you're free to go to a music shop in Tokyo to buy a new one.

sorry this hasn’t been proofread and the ending is kinda rushed because i just really wanted to publish it hahaha (catch me constantly editing this for DAYS now, so i probably shouldn’t post it but we die like men)

[thedevildomdaily]

Valentine’s Day Photo Reactions

Valentine’s Day Photo Reactions

 This is a follow-up post to the Valentine’s Picture of my OC Lena. Although I’ve only shared the first chapter of her story with the boys, ‘A Tie That Binds’, I wanted to go ahead and share a bit of their lives and how each of them would react if she sent them the picture in a text.

Master List

Warnings: None. This is my first time doing one of these bullet posts. I got a little goofy thanks to my good friend Alcohol. (Sapphire Gin, Blue Curaçao, cranberry juice, & Sprite n_< ) But I had hella fun! Enjoy <3

Lucifer

Was in a meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos when he received the text.

Merely glanced down at first to make sure nothing was on fire or that Leviathan got pissed and summoned Lotan.

It’s Lena. A photo?

Keeps listening to Diavolo, phone hidden in his lap behind his desk.

Okay, she doesn’t bother me when she knows I’m in a meeting. Better see what she needs to show m-

…

Looks at Diavolo, then Barbatos. Expressionless.

Sneaks another look, before looking back at the other two.

“Lucifer...is something the matter?” Barbatos asks.

“No, why?”

“You looked away then agreed to be a part of a photoshoot to promote the Council...and you just dipped your pen into your tea.”

Clears throat, slight blushing. Definitely pissed Barbatos called him out on it. Diavolo’s guttural laugh doesn’t make it any better.

Lena was definitely going to be punished when he returned to The House of Lamentation. 

Mammon

Was in the middle of sneaking into Asmodeus’s room to find some pricey jewelry or perfume to pawn to pay off some debt.

That was a lie. He was going to buy himself something extravagant instead.

Left his DDD on, full volume, and nearly had a heart attack when it went off just as he opened a very gaudy jewelry box.

“OOOIII!”

This better be good, Lena! Tryna to kill me! Or get me killed!

Looks at the message.

Spaces out for a moment. Just….staring….

Hears a sudden noise of footsteps and starts to panic.

Oh shit. Is it Asmo?!

Starts to bolt for it with his eyes still on the picture, trips over one of Asmo’s ottomans and lands face-first into the floor.

That woman is gonna be the death of me…

Leviathan

Was in the process of achieving every trophy within the latest RPG game he was into. Gotta get that Platinum!

Hears and ignores text buzz.

“Leave me alone you normies! I am going to get that Platinum, then unlock the Super Ultimate Secret Ending that reveals the prince didn’t die. I will find you princess!”

He totally forgot Valentine’s Day was coming up this week.

Received another DDD text from a Human World app that Lena made him download.

Better...answer...Len-ONE MORE LEVEL!...NO!

Lost focus just enough to die. This game was on the hardest difficulty and had limited saves so he gritted his teeth and jerked his phone up.

Could never be mad at Lena for too long though. She was his real waifu afterall!

Sees picture and his face immediately turns redder than Diavolo’s hair.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

Sits there in a daze for a while with his hand over his mouth.

“Must...find waifu...but it’s too much! Can I even…Maybe if I ask her...Be brave...”

Mumbles to himself things he might attempt to do with Lena as he gravitates out of his room towards her’s, leaving his game unpaused.

Will have no regrets 

n_<

Satan

Was reading ‘How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You’ after Lena recommended it.

Was told it could provide ideas that he and his fellow ‘Lucifer You S*ck’ chat members could implement against their eldest brother.

Furrowed his brows after reading the first 10 pages. 

Did Lena even read this? 

What was this New York Times and why were they making it a bestseller? 

Humans are strange. And so was Lena

Ah, speaking of the nephilim: a text

He was going to have words with her about this book…

Stares at the photo and..is his bowtie a little..tight?

He would have words about the book...in the morning.

Tonight, he had other plans with the little minx. 

 Beelzebub

Was walking home from Hell’s Kitchen, eating a burger in one hand while toting a giant bag full in the other. 

Heard his DDD go off and crammed the remaining half in his mouth so he could fish for it in his jacket pocket.

Mmmh, fish. Definitely will have that tomorrow.

Sees that Lena had sent a text and smiles cheerfully. Was going to attempt at saving her a burger because it would remind her of her home world.

Looks at the picture.

Suddenly drops his burgers and starts to run.

Turns around and goes back for the burgers.

They would both be famished later….much later. Starving.

Belphegor

Was asleep in the bathtub in his and Beelzebub’s room, hugging his giant cow print towel like a security blanket.

Lena, if she saw him, would probably refer to him as ‘Linus’ from an old cartoon she liked. Especially the one about a pumpkin that children worshipped in the human world. 

Woke to the sudden sound of his DDD crashing into the floor after vibrating off the edge of the sink.

Why are you waking me now? 10 more minutes…

A series of follow-up texts made the phone go crazy. It was definitely intentional to get Belphie to wake up.

“Leeeenaaa….nu..” he mumbled as he reached for the phone. His face was still buried in his towel.

Sees the picture Lena sent and lays there for a bit, staring.

Good thing he skipped classes and the Student Council meeting that day in favor of sleep, cause neither of them were going to get any rest.

Diavolo

Heard his DDD go off during his meeting with Lucifer and Barbatos, but ignored it. He didn’t want the both of them to lecture him about the importance of the matters they were discussing.

Smiled like a happy little teenager in love when he saw it was Lena that left a message.

Seeing the picture, the prince’s smile faded.

“Barbatos. Cancel the rest of my plans for this evening.” Barbatos bowed, knowing how serious his master was.

Whenever he returned to his home, he would teleport the lovely nephilim directly to his bedroom chambers.

He couldn’t wait for Barbatos to arrange an invitation, and Lena didn’t look like she wanted to either.

He’d better transform into his devil form. She was already matching it and he knew she loved to grab his-

“My Lord,” Barbatos interrupted his thoughts, “You have transformed involuntarily into your demon form and your wings just knocked over all the documents...again.”

Asmodeus

Was the one who set up the little photo shoot and worked the camera.

He painted her nails gold and found the earrings to match the ensemble. 

Honestly, he was a fashion genius and she looked almost as good as him. Dare he say equally? 

No, not quite. He was the definition of perfection.

Barely resisted the urge to make advancements in the process. 

“No, lovely!” she chimed as he made final hair adjustments, breathing in the perfume he gifted her...and then adjusted his hair as he gazed upon his own beauty in her vanity mirror.

He respected her wishes. 

The moment the shoot was over, he pounced at the opportunity to ravish his lovely bride.

He was told after the picture was taken, he could ‘take her’. n_<

BONUS!

 Lena

Had to buy 8 versions of the same lingerie and was gonna be broke if they keep shredding her damn clothes EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Was not complaining she had to celebrate Valentine’s Day 8 days in a row, but she’d never been more happy to be a nephilim. 

Needed to thank Solomon for teaching her a spell that made her room soundproof.

Wouldn’t be attending RAD for about two weeks.

Barbatos

Accidentally received Lena’s picture.

Now understood what in the Devildom had gotten into both Lord Diavolo and Lucifer.

“Good for her.”

[harvestleaves]

Wake Up Call

Prompts: ”I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious.” tarlos?

Hey!! I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. And “ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious.” Please?? With tarlos :)

A/N: This is just pure fluff about papa Carlos, daddy TK and baby Bella and it makes me so happy.  You can also read it on Ao3 here.

Rating: G

Word Count: 853

TK rolled over with a yawn when the alarm next to his and Carlos’ bed went off at 5:50, moving to press himself close to his husband’s chest like he does every morning.  However, on this particular morning, all he felt when he wormed his way towards Carlos’ side was cold sheets, meaning that his husband hadn’t been in bed for a few hours.

Reaching up to rub the remaining sleep out of his eyes, TK pushed himself up into a sitting position and slid his slippers on to go find his missing husband.  Deciding to check Isabella’s nursery first, TK frowned when he didn’t see their daughter in her crib, nor his husband in the rocking chair for that matter.  For a moment, TK thought the worst might have happened before he heard the low sound of the TV playing an old Texas Rangers game.

Creeping down the stairs as quietly as possible led TK to the sight of Carlos, passed out in the leather recliner, his old Austin PD hoodie on as Bella laid on his chest, one of her red cheeks smushed against the faded logo as she snored softly in his arms.

TK thought he might melt into a puddle of goo right there on the living room floor, but chose to keep his composure by simply taking a photo of the two.  The sunlight creeping through the blinds was creating the perfect lighting and TK quickly snapped the photo before going into the kitchen to start the coffee, posting the photo to his instagram on the way there.

Grabbing Carlos’ favorite mug, he filled the cup up 3/4 of the way with coffee before he added a splash of vanilla creamer and took it out to the living room to wake his snoozing husband.

Setting the mug down gently on the coffee table, TK leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Carlos’ temple.

“Hey babe.  It’s six am.  Time to wake up,” he whispered softly, running his fingers through Carlos’ hair to rouse him.

“Hmmmm, morning.  Is that coffee?” Carlos yawned as his eyelids fluttered open and he tilted his chin up to capture TK’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Yup.  With the vanilla creamer too.  Just how you like it.  What were you two doing down here anyways?” TK asked curiously as he took in their daughter’s flushed cheeks.

“Baby girl woke up at four this morning with a fever and a cough, so I gave her some Tylenol and we watched some baseball before we fell asleep.  Isn’t that right baby girl,” Carlos cooed with a smile as she stirred in his arms and woke up with a small whine, clearly cranky at hearing her dads talking.

“Poor thing.  You wanna stay here with her while I go make breakfast?  You two look really comfy,” TK teased with a grin as Carlos stretched his neck to the side with a wince.

“Oh no, I’ve been up since four this morning with her, it’s your turn to be the cuddle pillow.  I’ll grab her a bottle and make some breakfast,” Carlos sassed right back as he slowly got up out of recliner to pass Bella to TK, his face softening as she immediately settled back down, pressing close to TK.

“She loves cuddling with you and I totally get it,” Carlos laughed as TK took his place in the recliner, sighing at the soft leather, still warm from Carlos’ body heat.

“Don’t sell yourself short, I think you’re great to cuddle with.”

Carlos laughed at that and went into the kitchen to start the stove for eggs, grabbing his phone on the way to check for any messages and raised an eyebrow curiously at the instagram notification saying he was tagged in a photo.

Opening the app, Carlos took a small gasp of surprise at the photo TK posted of him with Bella, the caption reading ‘At first I thought I was still dreaming this morning, but then I remember this is my reality.  I love this man...and our little family.’

Blinking back a happy tear, Carlos made his way back to where he’d left TK and Bella in the living room.

“Ty you posted this?  You’re the sweetest,” Carlos held his phone up as he spoke softly, so as to not to wake Bella back up.  Pressing a firm kiss to TK’s lips, he knew he was even more in love with his husband than he ever thought he could be.

“I found you and Bella sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. I mean, how could I not?  My two favorite people sleeping peacefully, unaware of the world around them.  I never thought I’d get this, but this is my reality and I’m so grateful for both of you,” TK whispered back as he returned the kiss.

“I love you Tyler Kennedy Strand-Reyes.”

“My full name, really?  I love you too Carlos Strand-Reyes.” TK laughed, trying to keep his voice down as Bella started to squirm once more, not wanting to wake her up quite yet.

[stiles-halee]

Kinkmas Day 5: Phone Sex

Stiles was going to throw up. Or pass out. Or maybe throw up and then pass out. Or maybe pass out as he was throwing up.

It wasn't an instant regret, he didn't know what he had just done. It took a few minutes and Stiles' impatience, for him to come to the conclusion as to what he had just done.

Usually the guy he had been texting, Brett, texted him right back, especially after the kind of text Stiles had just sent him. The naked kind of text.

But he hadn't answered for about ten minutes, strange for him. Stiles knew he didn't have work, it came up in casual conversation (which they didn't have very often) that Brett's only day off was Tuesday's.

Brett and Stiles had been hooking up for about a month now, completely casual and just for fun. They had met before at a couple lacrosse games, and rekindled over some stupid gay hookup app. Stiles swore he was going to delete it the day after he created it, but awoke to a message in the app.

The rest was sort of history, sweaty, hot, history.

They always hooked up on Tuesdays, and oftentimes liked to send the hint of wanting to hook up with a provocative picture. But Brett hadn't responded.

Stiles huffed out a breath, taking a seat on the couch and pulling out his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and immediately went to his text messages, checking the most recent one he sent, the one to Brett, only to find it wasn't there.

At the top of the most recent messages was Derek's name. That's weird, he must have missed a text from him. Squinting in confusion, Stiles opened up the chat, only to go pale. Oh. My. God.

There on his phone was a picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles. A naked picture of Stiles that he had sent to Derek, not to Brett. Holy mother of God.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Stiles chanted, leaning forward and trying not to throw up.

"Oh my God." He threw his phone beside him on the couch, burying his head in his hands. He and Derek hadn't talked in weeks. Sure, the brooding wolf had very slightly opened up to the rest of the pack, but not necessarily to Stiles. They nodded to each other at weekly pack meetings (Scott's suggestion to try and keep them all close for now, as was the summer before they all started college, everyone was prepared to go their separate ways, to get out of this town), but never talked.

Stiles' face burned red with embarrassment, he would never be able to face the man again, not as long as he lived. He shook his head in his hands. At least he never really had to see him again. I mean, in less than a month, he would be at Stanford. Sure he was still in California, but he was hours away from Beacon Hills, hours away from Derek.

He was still deep in thought, feeling sick to his stomach when his phone buzzed on the opposite side of the couch. Oh dear God. Had Derek responded? He couldn't look.

He stared at his hands, worrying his lip between his teeth. He couldn't look. He had to look.

He lunged at his phone, grabbing it quickly. How Derek chose to respond didn't really matter, he was never going to see the man again, not after something like that. Consider his summer over. The last three pack meetings were cancelled, as far as Stiles was concerned.

With trembling fingers, Stiles unlocked his phone, staring at the home screen. He had a message from Derek, big surprise. He wondered for a moment how Derek would respond. Maybe he would type angrily in all caps, or send a puking emoji, maybe he would threaten to send it to someone.

Ears burning like fire, Stiles opened up the message and slightly relaxed.

I don't think you meant to send that to me.

What a mundane response. Normal, appropriate, simple. Stiles had never been more thankful for the man of few words. That could have been so much worse.

Stiles shook his head, taking in a deep breath. It was fine, it would be fine. A simple mistake, really. He would profusely apologize, move to Stanford, and never see Derek again. Life would go on. It was fine.

His phone buzzed again, breaking him from his thoughts. On instinct, he looked down again at his phone and then froze.

But I like what I see.

Oh my God. Stiles blinked several times, rereading the latest text several times. He double-no, triple, checked that it was from Derek.

But I like what I see.

Now it was Stiles turn to stare at the unexpected text message he had just received, confused and embarrassed still. How was he supposed to respond to that? I mean, he shouldn't ignore that right? It certainly wasn't the response he expected but it also didn't bother him.

Blood pooled at his groin at the thought of Derek seeing that picture, at Derek liking it.

Was this seriously his life, was this seriously happening right now?

Stiles bit his lip again, typing and erasing each message he tried to prepare. He had no words for that, no words could describe how he was feeling, because he didn't even know how he was feeling. Even so, he felt as though he had to say something. Besides, they both had their read receipts on, Derek would know Stiles had read his messages.

Sorry.

Before Stiles could psych himself out, he sent it. One word, an apology for the accidental text, so Derek would know it indeed was not meant for him. Maybe they would be able to forget about it, move on, maybe Stiles wouldn't have to hide at Stanford for the rest of his life, but for now, that was still the plan.  

Don't be.

Fuck, what did that mean? Derek had to be joking, he had to be. There was no way that Derek actually liked that photo, no way. Derek, the guy who shoved him around and shot him glares. Sure Peter joked about the sexual tension in the room but that wasn't sexual tension that was just. . . Derek's hatred for Stiles. Just regular ole tension

Stiles huffed out a sigh, heading to his room. He put the phone on the charger, determined to sleep and forget about this night. Maybe it was all just a dream. Wishful thinking.

It was also wishful thinking that he would be able to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for hours, wrapped up in his navy blue sheets. He got a cup of tea at some point, opened up the window for a nice cool breeze, read a couple chapters of a book, even wacked one out, trying his hardest not to think of Derek, but nothing worked.

Eventually, around five in the morning, pure exhaustion took over and he got about two hours of off and on sleep.

In the morning, Stiles felt utterly wrecked. He wiped at his eyes and rolled over to grab his phone, unfortunately it was usually the first thing he did in the morning. He was used to being called in the middle of the night, something crazy was always happening in Beacon Hills, so checking for missed calls and texts first thing sort of became a routine.

He didn't have seventeen missed calls from Scott this time, only two notifications. An email from the University (most likely telling them once more just how excited they were to have him), and a text from Derek, at 6:32 AM.

What the hell was he doing up that early, and why did he text Stiles- oh. Oh yeah. Heat rushed to Stiles' face again, cheeks burning in embarrassment. He had totally sent a nude to Derek. But. . . Derek had liked it. Or at least claimed to, prank or not.

Maybe Isaac had gotten a hold of his phone, had seen it and pretended to be Derek. Ugh. That meant Isaac had seen his junk.

Clearing his throat, Stiles opened up the text.

Good morning.

A simple text, a weird one from Derek, but none the less- oh dear mother of God.

Stiles sat up in bed so fast his head spun. He shook his head, trying to rid the dizziness and stared down at his phone, mouth agape.

Right below the good morning text was a picture of Derek. A not suitable for work picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek. A very naked picture of Derek with his hand around his hard cock.

Oh my God.

Stiles didn't know what to say, what to do. It was very clearly Derek in the photo. I mean sure, Stiles had never seen the man's cock, which was huge by the way, but he'd seen the man shirtless plenty of times, that was Derek. Derek with his rock hard abs, slightly hairy chest, deep v-line and hung, hard, cock.

Derek fucking Hale had just sent Stiles a nude.

Stiles smirked, in awe. This was the best thing that had happened to him since. . . ever. He was going to frame that photo. Was going to save it as his background on his phone and laptop. The only thing better than a picture of Derek would be seeing Derek-.

Quickly, Stiles began typing, because if that was a possibility, he wasn't going to let that slip through his fingers.

Well good morning to you too.

It was sly, teasing, perfect for the situation, if you asked Stiles.

Derek's didn't respond, hadn't seen the message. Stiles quickly typed something else up, impatient and hoping maybe more than one message would grab the man's attention if he happened to just miss the first one.

Looks like you are happy to see me.

Stiles smirked again. If Derek was dead set on stunning Stiles, or perhaps this really was a prank, a really, really, too-far prank, then Stiles would play along. Two could play at this game.

Stiles watched his phone for a few minutes, waiting for that little delivered saying under his message to say read, but it didn't change. Huffing, Stiles got up, making himself breakfast quickly and making sure his volume was up all the way on his phone.

He was shoving waffles down his throat when he got a text, but it was just Scott, asking if he was busy today. Stiles said he was.

He cleaned the dishes thoroughly and decided to take a shower.

He definitely did not jerk off to Derek. Nope. He didn't.

Hoping out of the shower, his heart rate was still up when he checked his phone, wiping away the fog that had clung to the screen, and it went up further when he saw a text from Derek.

Woke up thinking about you.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. That was. . .  well hot for one, but also kinda sweet? Totally not like Derek.

Stiles looked down at his half-hard cock, interested already and gave it a slow stroke, hissing as he was still recovering from his last orgasm. Even so, he continued on, becoming fully hard in no time, just staring at that picture Derek had sent him.

Then Stiles did something so risky. Probably very stupid.

He took a picture of his hard dick and sent it to Derek.

So did I.

Derek was typing back immediately and Stiles went to his room, still naked, waiting for his response, stroking his dick lazily.

What were you thinking about, exactly?

Stiles typed back one handed. Risky. Stupid. But he kept going.

Thinking about that picture you sent me.

Stiles bit his lip again.

Did you like it?

Stiles almost laughed. Oh yes, he liked it.

Yes.

Derek seemed to think for a second, not texting back immediately. Honestly, Stiles was impressed that he texted as fast as he did, Derek wasn't exactly one with technology.

You should see it in person.

Stiles's heart hammered in his chest. He wondered what the "it" exactly referred to. He was so willing to find out.

Picture's don't do it justice?

Stiles teased.

I guess you'll have to come and find out.

Stiles sat up in bed quickly, running to his closet to throw on clothes. He threw on a loose shirt and some chinos, slipping on some shoes and brushing his teeth and quickly and thoroughly as he could. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, glad it was longer and hoping Derek would run his hands through it, pull it. As he was running out the door, starting his Jeep, he sent one final text.

Be there in ten.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847538/chapters/68179390

[tsukkiscake]

what goes on || tsukki x reader || ch. 11

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During your middle school years, you were always in advanced classes. This meant being in class with some of the same kids every year. Tsukishima Kei was one of them. You guys had been in the same class for all of middle school. At the end of your last semester of middle school, you hear Tsukishima and another one of your classmates, Yamaguchi Tadashi, discussing their plans to attend Karasuno High School. Looks like another year of Tsukishima for you. This year, you were determined to become at least his friend. This was proving to be a lot harder than you originally intended.

Chapter Eleven: Adore You

It was finally the first day of the Inter-High Tournament. You woke up with fond memories of the night before when Tsukki had come over. You smiled and glanced out your window at the street painted blue with an early morning glow. You stretched your arms and yawned, not wanting to get out of your comfy bed but knowing you had a train to catch soon. 

You climbed out of bed and dragged yourself to the bathroom to begin getting ready. You went through your usual morning routine but decided to change up your hair for the day. You opted for a half-up-half-down hairstyle with little clips adorning your hair. You took one final glance in the mirror, happy with how you looked.

Though the summer heat was in full force, the evenings and early mornings in Sendai could get chilly, so you opted to wear a pair of high-waisted, blue paperbag shorts with a white t-shirt. You grabbed a cardigan to wear in case the cool air was too much. You grabbed the bag of clothes you had packed the night before, along with your phone, headphones, and wallet. You pulled up your messages with Ichiko and sent a short message telling her you were about to leave for Sendai. 

Ichiko had promised to meet you at the train station and walk you to the Sendai City Gymnasium, however, she couldn’t stay for the matches due to having piano lessons on Saturdays. You walked out of your room and to the kitchen, grabbing the bentos you had made the previous night to bring today. You made two, one for breakfast on the train and one for lunch at the gym. You tucked them neatly into your bag and grabbed your house keys before getting ready to leave. You slipped on your white trainers and left the house, locking the door behind you. 

Your train was due to leave in forty-five minutes and you were a twenty minute walk from the station. You put on your headphones and shuffled your favorite mix to get ready for the day ahead. 

You arrived at the station with plenty of time to spare, but it was too early for many of the shops to be open so you pulled out your phone and decided to send Tsukki a goodmorning/good luck text. 

New Message

To: tsukki

good morning tsukki! be sure to eat a healthy breakfast! i’m rooting for you today! 

You took a photo of yourself doing peace signs to send with the text message. You smiled at your phone screen and sent the message before mindlessly scrolling through different apps, waiting for the train to come. You sat contently as Adore You by Harry Styles rang through your headphones. 

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

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After the forty-five minute train ride, which you fell asleep on, you were in Sendai. It was currently 8:30 in the morning and the matches weren’t due to begin for a couple of hours. You looked around the Sendai station, searching for any signs of Ichiko. You had texted her before leaving but never got a response, hopefully she remembered the time of your train. 

After searching for a couple of minutes, you were about ready to give up and walk to the gymnasium on your own, but you saw Ichiko running at you at full force. Her hair was in a messy bun and it looked like she was still in pajamas. 

You laughed slightly as you removed your headphones to greet her. 

“Did you just wake up?”

Ichiko kneeled over, hands on her knees as she took heavy breaths. “Yes, you should’ve CALLED me when you were getting close to Sendai, you know how I always oversleep,” Ichiko whined and stood up straight, regaining her composure only momentarily before tackling you in a hug. “It’s so good to see you again, I missed you.” 

You laughed and returned her hug. “I’m glad to see you too, it would’ve been better if you had been on time to the station but it’s okay, I’ll forgive you, because I love you,” you smiled as Ichiko finally released her grip on you. 

She smiled and poked your cheek, a gesture you guys had started when you were both young that never went away. “I love you too, (Y/N)-chan,” she looped her arm through yours and began to walk you in the direction of the gymnasium. “I’m starving, do you want to get something to eat before I drop you off at the gym?” Ichiko asked. 

“I had a bento on the train, but I could go for some tea!” You smiled at her and she smiled back. 

“Great! I know this adorable little cafe on the way to the gym that serves tea and breakfast,” she laughed and sped up her walking pace, essentially dragging you alongside her. 

“Okay, okay, don’t tug my arm off Ichi-chan.” 

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You and Ichiko were sitting outside of a small book cafe, you had ordered a hot green tea while Ichiko ordered two pastries as well as a smoothie. You were sipping your tea while Ichiko slurped down her smoothie, watching the people of Sendai walk by. It was so nice being in a cityscape. Everything near your house was just the boring old countryside.

“So which boy on the volleyball team do you like?” Ichiko asked. 

You felt your cheeks heat up immediately at her question. “W-why do you think I like any of them?” You wanted the question to come out as offended and strong, but it came out sounding embarrassed and shocked, like she knew something you didn’t want her to. You didn’t like anyone on the volleyball team, but for some reason your thoughts wandered to how you and Tsukki had hung out last night. 

“Why else would you come all the way to Sendai for a volleyball game? It’s not even an interesting sport to watch,” Ichiko scoffed and laughed. She figured she had struck a nerve with her question. 

“For your information, volleyball is very fun to watch. This isn’t my first time watching the team, plus I help out at practices sometimes,” you tried your best to avoid her initial question. 

“Stop avoiding my question (Y/N)-chan, I know you too well for you to try,” she laughed again. 

“I don’t like anyone on the team, I’m just friends with them. Two of the first year players are in my class at school, that’s how I got to know the team,” you shrug, trying to be nonchalant. 

“Hmmm, okay. But I don’t believe you. Guess I’ll have to figure it out at tomorrow’s match, if they make it that far,” Ichiko took a bite out of her chocolate pastry. 

“You’re coming to the match tomorrow?” You asked, not expecting Ichiko to want to come. She just said volleyball was boring and her schedule was usually extremely busy. 

“Well, duh. I gotta meet this boy you’re in love with and I wanna spend more time with you!” She laughed and shoved your shoulder. “If you’re here to watch volleyball games, I’ll be there with you. Other than today of course, my parents won’t let me skip piano even though I don’t need lessons anymore,” she sighed with exasperation. 

“Your parents don’t want you to forget you’re a prodigy,” you laughed. Ichiko had been an extremely talented piano player when you met her and she only got better through grade school. You watched her win awards and play recitals all over the country. “Also I’m not in love with anyone on the team, I just told you that,” you sighed with frustration, but you could never stay mad at Ichiko. She was just too lovable. 

“We’ll see,” she laughed and finished her second pastry. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the gym before I go to my lessons,” Ichiko stood up, dusted the crumbs off of her pajamas and offered a hand to you. “Lets go, (Y/N)-chan.” 

You smiled up at her and grabbed her hand. You guys walked like that, hand-in-hand, for the majority of the way to the gymnasium. You noticed some funny looks from passersby, but didn’t mind. Ichiko made you feel like everything was okay, and you didn’t want to let go. 

You guys approached the gym and she finally let go of your hand. 

“Okay, okay, do you have an estimated time of when you’ll be done? I’ll try my best to come pick you up so you don’t get lost,” Ichiko smiled at you. 

“I’m not really sure, I think the afternoon games start at 1:30 so if our team gets to the second game they should be done around 3:30 or 4:00 I think. I’ll text you updates,” you smiled back at Ichiko. Being around her made you forget the loss of your mom. It made you feel like a child again. 

“Hmm, okay I’ll try to be here at 3:00 and if they’re still playing, I can stay and watch with you. Now I gotta run, I’ll be late to piano if I don’t. I love you, (Y/N)-chan. Root for your team for me!” Ichiko wrapped you in a bear hug before running off the way you had come.

You watched her leave before approaching the gymnasium. There were so many teams milling around the outside of the gym, your eyes began to scan the crowds for a certain lanky, blonde male. 

Once you spotted Tsukki, standing out above the crowd, even in a sea of tall boys, you smiled and began to walk towards the team. Hinata was the first to notice you. 

“(Y/N)!” Hinata yelled and ran over to you, jumping like a maniac. 

You laughed and patted his orange hair. “Hi, Hinata. It’s good to see you too.”

The rest of the team began to approach you as well. You smiled at everyone and greeted them. 

“Thank you for the treats, (Y/N), the entire team appreciated them. But how come you weren’t able to give them to use yourself? Yamaguchi said you weren’t in school for the day either,” Daichi gave you his concerned dad look. You smiled at his kindness. 

“I wasn’t feeling too well yesterday, I think I stayed up too late baking,” you laughed and quickly glanced at Tsukki. You were glad he hadn’t told anyone about your argument yesterday. 

“Well we all really liked the melon bread, especially Tanaka, he kept raving about it,” Daichi laughed. 

You glanced over at Tanaka and saw his cheeks were pink. “Melon bread is my favorite food and it was a nice treat, what about it?” He yelled and you laughed. 

“I’m glad you liked it Tanaka-senpai. I’ll be sure to make extra for you next time,” you smiled at him and he looked like his brain had short circuited. 

Daichi laughed and gave you another small smile. “Alright everyone, let’s get inside and get checked in. The first match is in forty-five minutes.” 

You watched as Nishinoya and Ennoshita pushed a broken Tanaka towards the doors and Hinata and Kageyama tried to race. As everyone else began to walk towards the doors, you caught up with Tsukki and tried to walk next to him, his long legs allowed for lengthy strides, however, and you struggled to match his pace. 

“Will you slow down you idiot bean pole? I’m trying to walk with you,” you huffed. 

“I don’t walk next to runts,” Tsukki said, as he slowed his strides to match your pace. 

“Whatever, softie. You love to walk with me,” you smirked in victory up at him. He glared down at you, but his eyes were soft. 

“Whatever,” he huffed. 

You smiled and walked with him in a comfortable silence. While Ichiko made you feel like a child without any problems, Tsukki made you feel like you weren’t alone in dealing with them. Being around him made the burden feel so much lighter, as if the load was being shared by the two of you. 

“You better win today, I’m counting on being able to come see matches today and tomorrow. My friend Ichi-chan might even come so you guys gotta be good,” you shoved him slightly as the two of you walked behind the rest of the team. 

“Well now that I know some random friend of yours is coming, we’ve gotta win huh?” He shoved you back, harder, making you stumble as you walked. 

“Hey! I just thought I’d give you more reasons to want to win, no need to shove me,” you huffed and turned your nose up at him. “If you’re gonna be like that, maybe I’ll just root for the opposing team and hope they beat you guys into a pulp so I can go hangout with my friend for the day,” you let out a dramatic sigh before laughing. 

“Whatever, I don’t care what you do,” he stated, before looking at you with kind eyes. You noticed that in public, Tsukki only seemed to smile with his eyes, not letting the uninterested look on his face change all that much. 

“Sure you don’t,” you smiled and almost walked into Nishinoya who had stopped short in front of you. You glanced around Nishinoya, trying to get a view of what made the team stop. Up ahead, in teal and white tracksuits was a school you didn’t know about. “Who’s that?” You whispered to Tsukki. 

“Aoba Johsai High School. One of Kageyama’s upperclassmen is on that team and he’s apparently a really good setter. We played a practice match against them and won but I think we won because Oikawa, the good setter, wasn’t there for the majority of the game.” 

“Oh, so you guys are like rivals?” You asked him. 

“I guess you could say that. But they’re almost always the second best in the prefecture. They have a way better team than we do, I don’t know if we can beat them and Oikawa,” Tsukki said, looking over the crowd towards the other team. 

“Well you don’t know if you’ll lose until the final ball touches the ground,” you nudged him softly. “Don’t get all scared now, you guys are gonna kill it.” 

“I’m not scared, there’s no need to be. What happens will happen,” Tsukki shrugged. 

“You should be more enthusiastic than that Mr. Apathetic,” you sighed and shook your head at Tsukki’s disinterested attitude. Daichi clapped his hands to get the team's attention. 

“Okay guys! Official warm-ups start in 30 minutes, I want everyone stretched and loose, ready for the first game. Remember, focus on the opponent at hand before you start worrying about the next opponent!” Daichi pulled everyone into a huddle for a pre-warm-up chant. You stepped back, not wanting to intrude on their team traditions. 

You watched as everyone put their heads together and yelled “Karasuno, FIGHT!” 

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The second set against Tokonami High School was currently underway and you were watching intently. You cheered each time Karasuno scored and gave them waves when the boys glanced up at you. Tsukki had been adamantly avoiding your gaze which made you feel frustrated, but you still continued to cheer extra hard for him. You watched as Karasuno increased their lead against Tokonami. 

You admired the boys of the volleyball team, they gave one hundred percent effort in each of their plays. 

Before you knew it, the second set was wrapping up with Karasuno winning 25 to 14. It was before noon, so you knew the boys had some time to cool down and eat lunch before their next game at 1:30. You smiled down at the team before grabbing your things and running down to meet them in the gym lobby. 

You jumped off the last stair and began running through the crowds of people to the doors to the court. You stopped and watched the boys walk through the doors, an air of victory surrounding them. You smiled to yourself and you could just tell how proud they were. 

You walked over to them with the widest smile on your face. Nishinoya and Tanaka were there to greet you first. The two boys jumped towards you to give you high-fives. You used both hands to give each of them a high-five while praising them on a game well played. 

“You guys were so awesome, you did so well!” You gave them a big smile and they both looked ready to pass out from receiving praise from you. They smiled sheepishly at one another and wandered off. 

You greeted and gave congratulations to each player. After having attended so many practices, you were getting used to all of the team members and they were all getting used to you. Tsukki and Yamaguchi were the last two to walk through the gym doors and you gave Yamaguchi a high-five and congratulated him, even though he hadn’t played in the game. 

You stood in front of Tsukki, looking up at him, and gave him the biggest smile you could muster. 

“Good job, Tsukki. I’m proud of you,” you gave him a thumbs up. 

He scoffed and walked around you. “I don’t need praise from a runt,” even though his words were laced with their usual coldness, he put a hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair slightly. 

You giggled softly at how he ruffled your hair. “Fine, if you don’t want praise, I’ll make sure to tell everyone, except you, that they played well,” you turned your nose up at him and began to walk towards Kageyama and Hinata, who were having some random competition in the middle of the walkway. 

Tsukki stopped you by putting his hand back on your head. “I was kidding, you loser,” he said. He leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear and whispered, “Don’t stop. You help me play better.” 

You could feel your cheeks heating up at his words. You couldn’t manage to form any words so you just nodded and mumbled something incoherent. 

Why did Tsukki have that effect on you? Why was he able to scramble all of your thoughts with a simple seven words? 

Tsukki removed his hand and began to walk towards his team, leaving you frozen. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the lingering feeling of Tsukki’s breath against your ear. 

You sighed and then took quick steps in order to catch up to Tsukki. You walked by his side silently. Thoughts of Ichiko’s questions about who you liked on the volleyball team suddenly filled your mind. You glanced up at Tsukki and thought about how he made you feel versus the rest of the team. 

Everything with Tsukki could be so complicated though. Just yesterday morning he was upset with you but by the end of the day he was at your house eating dinner with you. You thought about the emotional rollercoaster your friendship was with Tsukki. It made you smile, though, thinking of the moments you two had shared. 

But that didn’t mean you liked him. Tsukki just knew how to press your buttons in the right way. That’s the type of person Tsukki was, he loved to press the buttons of the people around him. 

You sighed, frustrated by your feelings. You definitely didn’t like Tsukki. 

Right? 

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All Too Well // prologue

Spilled Ink & Blueberry Wine

pairing: Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader

warnings: angst

word count: 1.6k

Y/N accepted a job on the props team for a small rom-com never expecting her life to change completely because of a boy with blue eyes and a bright smile. But as autumn turned to winter, she found herself embracing her vulnerabilities and hoping her love didn’t end when the movie wrapped.

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A/N: i would love to hear what everyone thinks of this series! i’m very excited to write this for you all! italics indicate flashbacks! 

Moving to your new apartment was supposed to be the opportunity of a lifetime. The ability to be a part of a major Hollywood movie was beyond your wildest dreams. But it was coming true all over again. 

A chance to forget about the East Coast and all of the painful memories along with it.

Instead, you were sitting on the cold hardwood floor of your empty studio. Saying you were shocked was putting it lightly. 

A box that shipped from your sister’s address sat in front of you. However, it wasn’t from your sister. It was from Harrison. You recognized his handwriting immediately after tearing away the tape and opening the box. 

The letter, your name scrawled across the envelope, was at the very top. You ignored the rest, keepsakes of your time spent with Harrison, and tore the envelope open.

Dear Y/N,

I wasn’t sure of your new address, so I sent your things back to your sister’s address. If you’re reading this I guess it means you got them back. 

I almost packed up that bottle of blueberry wine you gave me with everything but I realized if I was shipping this in the mail I wouldn’t want it to break. And it’s damn good wine. I hope you understand.

I swear I’ve written this letter about a hundred times. I could never find the right words to say, what you wanted to hear. Until I realized that I was going about this letter all wrong. I shouldn’t be worried about your opinion of me or what you'll think of me when you’ve finished this letter. I just need to be completely honest with you. That was always the biggest problem between the two of us. 

I was scared if I was honest with you, you’d run away. I guess neither of us realized it would be me who’d do the running. 

I think I was afraid. I was afraid of commitment and I was afraid of how quickly and easily you were able to make me feel everything. Does that make sense? 

I realize now, that’s love. That feeling of sheer hopelessness when your time with someone is running out. When the clock is ticking and your feelings have a deadline. When you want to smash that clock against the wall to shut it up because our time wasn’t enough. And you didn’t need another shitty reminder of that. 

I guess I’m trying to say that our time doesn’t have to be over if you don’t want it to be. We didn’t have to have an expiration date. 

I love you. And I’d understand if you couldn’t forgive me. I’d understand if this letter ends up in your fireplace or the bin. 

But I hope you’ll hold onto it. Even if it’s just a reminder of the time we had. 

Love,

H

You couldn’t contain the angry sobs that wracked your body, tiring you as the sun rose in the early hours of the day. You cried even harder when you realized you didn’t even have curtains to hang up.

You came to Los Angeles with whatever could fit in your beaten up, old blue Subaru. Curtains not included.

You lugged in a single box from your car thus far, food and of course, another bottle of your favorite alcohol.

And so you got drunk, off of lukewarm blueberry wine at 9am. 

Just the taste reminded you of him. So you managed to curl up on the softest part of your apartment, the small rug in front of the shower that the last tenant left and you cried.

The memory of his blue stained lips, soft and gentle against yours, exploring, yearning, invaded your mind, invaded your heart. 

You glanced at your phone, half expecting a missed call or a text message from Harrison. Your lockscreen was empty.

So you did the only thing you knew how to do when it came to Harrison. You poured your heart out into a letter back to him.

Granted, it was written on the notes app on your phone because there was little chance you had a pen or paper in your car or you’d be able to get yourself up from this spot without taking a tumble.

Dear H,

I hate you. Who am I kidding? I couldn’t hate you. I can’t even say I hated the way you made me feel. Like I was a baby bird getting thrown out of the nest for the first time. Hey, you have your metaphors, I have mine. You’re just better at words than I am. But for the longest time when we were together, I thought I was flying. That’s the best feeling I can use to describe the euphoria of what first love feels like. It wasn’t until all was said and done, and I hit the ground while you just watched, that I realized I wasn’t flying. I was falling. 

But none of that matters now. Because I’m in LA and you’re in London and neither of us are willing to sacrifice our careers for one another. We shouldn’t have to, and that shouldn’t have been a fight. But it was. 

Your mom called me by the way, on my drive to LA. She told me you still loved me, said you came home with that red scarf of mine. For days you contemplated sending it back to me, but she said she found you sleeping with it next to you.

You can keep it.

- I’ll see you on the red carpet,

Y/N

Still no messages from Harrison. 

Sending a quick text to your sister, you let her know you made it to your place and you were safe.

Then you threw your phone across the bathroom, not even flinching when it thudded against the wall and fell to the ground.

With your one way you could reach out to Harrison and amend things now inaccessible, you leaned back against the bathtub, lips stained blue, and delved into the box of memories. 

Blue mittens, ones you taught him how to knit, sat on top. It was humid, even in January, you were sweating. But you held the fabric to your chest as you remembered the playful banter between you that night.

“Why’re you teaching me this?” He asked, setting the knitting needles down with a frustrated sigh.

“Because! Knitting is an amazing skill to have. When you’re bored, knit. When you want to keep your hands busy, knit. Want a cheap Christmas gift? Knit!”

Harrison chuckled, tossing the ball of yarn and needles to the side.

“I can think of a much better way to keep my hands busy.”

“Haz!”

You set the mittens aside, picking up his yellow and brown flannel next.

“Here, take my shirt,” Harrison said, sliding his arms out of the flannel. You glanced up at the red light anxiously.

“No way! It’s freezing. You’ve only got a t-shirt under there!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, glancing over at Harrison’s bare arms, goosebumps prickling under his skin.

“Yeah, it’s your shit car with no heat. But I don’t want my girl to be cold. Here.”

He insisted, draping the flannel over your shoulders. Your cheeks warmed and it was almost enough to bring your entire body warmth, if you weren’t in the middle of Vermont winter, when he called you his girl for the first time. 

“Fine, bossy,” you teased, poking your tongue out at him.

“As if you don’t like that.”

You were pleasantly surprised he gave you the flannel, especially since it was his favorite. But he knew it was your favorite too. 

Next was your photo album; you kept polaroids of your antics on set and the cast. 

You gave it to Harrison as a keepsake, to commemorate his first big film and your time together.

You told yourself you weren’t sentimental, but when you opened to the first page, you nearly cried. 

“Why’re you signing it? It’s not a yearbook,” he teased, watching you scribble your signature and a small heart on the bottom of the first page.

“Because, one day my signature will be worth something. Don’t forget to cash this in.” You shoved the book across the bed toward him, the first picture was one of him snoozing on a chair while waiting for an early morning shoot. 

He shook his head, eyes crinkling as he laughed. “This is priceless.”

You flipped to the back page, where the entire cast and crew signed their names for the keepsake. Your thumb ran over the ink of his signature, the biggest one on the page, written in purple ink, a pen he definitely stole from your room. 

“I love you,” he said as you woke up. 

“I love you too.” You smiled, the usual sleepiness in your voice gone. 

“I’ll see you at the party tonight?” His thumb gently stroked your cheek, your eyelids heavy.

“Yeah, you better kiss me when the New Year chimes in.” 

“Couldn’t imagine doing anything else.” His lips pressed against yours before he kicked the covers back.

“Go get ready for your magazine shoot, movie star. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Bye, love.”

As you laid down with his flannel underneath your head, you knew that your goodbye to Harrison two weeks ago was never really a goodbye. Not a permanent one, not when you still loved him and he still loved you. 

You could only hope that with time, the pain of what happened would disappear, and you and Harrison could look back on this winter with warm hearts.

***

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SEVENTEEN Imagine

seungcheol x reader

notice! before you start reading, the BLUE texts with underlines are links to show you what I’m talking about. you can click on it or not, it doesn’t matter. it’s just more of a visual just to let you see what I’m talking about. also, here are some terms/abbreviations I used for this imagine so you don’t get confused: (Y/N) your name; (F/N) friend’s name; (U/N) username

plot: the boys are filming a going seventeen episode and your boyfriend seungcheol asked you to come with.

Slowly opening my eyes, I reached for my phone on top of my bedside table. I squinted because of the sunlight beaming through my white and slightly translucent curtains. The bright light filled my room, but not enough that it blinded me.

I rolled on my back and checked to see if I had any important notifications.

30mins ago from FACEBOOK — (F/N) tagged you in a comment.

4hrs ago from FACEBOOK — (F/N) liked your picture.

17mins ago from INSTAGRAM — (U/N) and 12 others followed you.

18mins ago from INSTAGRAM — (U/N) and 25 others commented on your photo.

4hrs ago from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ : Good morning, jagiya. I’m on my way to the company. My schedule is full today ㅠㅠ I miss you. I hope you’re getting your beauty sleep. I love you, beautiful. 😚

I smiled and tapped on the message from my boyfriend. It wasn’t a secret that he’s always busy, especially since he is in a band called Seventeen which is becoming very popular nowadays.

They haven’t been touring because of the pandemic. That’s the reason why they’ve been busy just preparing for their comebacks, stages and different contents that they will be releasing. I don’t really mind not seeing him as much.

It might sound as if I don’t love him, but the real reason might be too cliché. Although, it’s really because of the fact that he’s happy with what he’s doing. I can see it in the way Cheol’s eyes light up when he talks about his members.

Everytime he calls me or FaceTime’s me after a long day at work, he’s still gonna be smiling. You’d thought after a long day at work just practicing for hours and hours, he would look tired. But he’d be so happy to tell me about his day and how much he had fun with his members.

I quickly replied to him with, “Good morning, oppa. I woke up later than anticipated. ㅋㅋ I don’t have anything planned yet, but I might go to the café I own later just to check things out. I might have my breakfast there too. I know you’re having fun at work. I love you.❤️”

I opened up Spotify and connected my phone to my home speakers. I clicked on my playlist which played their recent song Home Run and stood up to get ready for the day ahead of me. With the song playing loudly in the background, I went in the bathroom to take a shower.

It was about 11:40 when I had finished taking a shower. As soon as I was finished, I went in my closet to find what to wear for the day. Dancing through the song playing in the background, I dug through my closet to figure out what to wear.

About 5 minutes later, I settled on wearing a casual business outfit since I’ll also be checking on my café today anyway. My days usually just consist of working in my café or just staying there while I work on how to improve the cafés menu, ambiance, or managing the different places where people who franchised had put up our café.

Although it’s theirs to take care of, I still make sure to visit and keep in touch with the owners. So as not to bring down the good reputation of my brand name. It’s been about 3 years since I had started this business and I couldn’t be luckier. My sweat and hard work had finally paid off.

After getting dressed, I took the elevator to the parking lot. I walked toward my white Mercedez, then drove to the direction of the café. It’s located near Han River at Apgujeong-dong. It was a really hard spot to get but, thanks to my hard work I convinced the owners to sell it to me.

I finally arrived at the shop, so I parked my car at the back. I took out my laptop and bag, check if I had my keys and phone inside before circling back to the front to go inside.

“Annyeonghaseyo, (Y/N)-nim!”

I was greeted by the two staffs as soon as I entered. I greeted them back and went to a table near the counter to place my things down. Then I walked up to the counter to tell the staff what I wanted.

“Kindly give me a Summer Jam Waffle and one iced americano. Thank you.” I said then gave my credit card. Yes, I own the café but I still had to pay so I won’t mess up the gross sales and inventory.

I proceeded to my table and opened my laptop to check my emails. About 5 minutes in from what I’m doing, the staff handed me my order. I thanked them and continued to eat while I worked.

Standing up, I took my phone with me because I had to go to the comfort room and stretch my legs a bit. I’ve been in the café for I don’t know how long. There were a lot of emails coming in today. I had to read each and every one of them, then send my responses.

After washing and drying my hands, I opened my phone to check the time; 3:28 PM; when I got greeted by a text message from my boyfriend.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; Hi babe, you’re probably still busy at work. Don’t forget to eat. I just wanna tell you that you can come by the set if you want. We’ll be filming at for our next Going episode.

I got excited when I read the text. I don’t really go to their filming sets that much since I’m busy most of the times, or just the fact that there’s always a lot of staff with them and I get shy.

“What time should I come and how many people are there?” I replied.

I sat down to continue working while waiting for Seungcheol’s reply. Not a minute later, I immediately got a response.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; You can get here before 7pm. I’ll send you the address. It’s only gonna be the staff and the members.

I clicked on the shared directions he sent. It was about a 40 minute car ride. I guess I’m gonna be driving for a long time then. It’s a good thing I always keep sneakers in the trunk of my car.

“Wow, I didn’t know it would be so far. But it’s okay. And I wanna know because I want to bring some food from the café to you guys.” I replied.

I put my phone in my pocket and went to the counter to check the inventory. There were still a lot of cups and straws in stock, so I went to check the back of the house for ingredients. Everything was still okay. I think I can bring them food. My phone vibrated in my pocket so I took it out.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; You really don’t have to, babe. But there’s 13 of us, plus the 9 staff that’s with us. Drive safely. I’ll wait for you.

“Alright. I’ll be there. 😚”

Fast forward to how many hours later, it was finally 5:30 PM. I went to the bar to help the barista make 22 iced americanos and heat up 22 croissants. I thought I should just bring snacks since they’ll probably have dinner after the shoot.

While the barista was making drinks, I punched in the orders and swiped my card.

Iced Americano — 22 x ₩ 5,600

Croissant — 22 x ₩ 3,640

Total : ₩ 203,200

I helped the staff pack the orders and made a double ristretto for myself. The coffees and croissants were inside two different thermal bags to preserve the heat of the pastry and coldness of the americanos.

I went to put the drinks in the trunk and sat down to change into my sneakers. It would be much more comfortable to drive with my sneakers on. After changing into my sneakers, I closed the trunk then went off for a long drive.

“You have arrived at your destination.” The app said. The place was quite big, there were lots of parking space. I saw where the staff were setting up so I just parked behind them.

Seungcheol knew what my car looked like, so that’s probably why he was walking towards my car with some of the members. I turned off the car and exited the vehicle, thinking it was best to just keep my bag in the car and put my keys and phone in my pocket.

“Jagiyaaaaaa!” Seungcheol shouted, running towards me. I laughed, facing him. He went to hug me and lifted me up.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered.

“I missed you too, baby.” I told him, kissing his cheek. He put me down and held my face between his hands then have me a quick peck on the lips.

Dino, Mingyu, Joshua and Jeonghan who went with him greeted me. I gave them all a hug, greeting them back.

“How was the drive, (Y/N)?” Joshua asked.

I sighed, “It was long. And pretty tiring.” I laughed. “But it was great. As long as I get to see this big baby.”

I turned to Seungcheol who was smiling from ear to ear. He grabbed me by the waist, “You can’t resist not seeing my handsome face.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Now help me get the food out.”

“FOOD!” The 4 other members yelled at the same time and quickly followed me to the trunk. They took it out as soon as I opened the trunk.

They were going to bring the food to the other quickly before I stopped them, “There’s also food for the staff.”

They all nodded and ran to bring the food to the others. Seungcheol grabbed me by the waist and held a hand to my cheek. “I’m glad you came, even if it was a long drive. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“I know. I missed you so much.” I leaned in to his touch. He pulled me close and kissed me softly.

After pulling away, he kissed my cheek. “Come on, we’re about to start soon.”

I nodded, then suddenly remembered my coffee. “Let me just get my coffee. I forgot it in the cup holder.”

When I finally got it, he held my hand and led me to the set. When we got there, the staff was thanking me for the food that I had brought for them. I bowed to greet them. “Annyeonghaseyo. You’re welcome.”

Seungcheol then led me to where the members were at. They seemed to be enjoying the food that I brought. He sat down on one of the chairs and patted his lap, signaling for me to sit. I was too shy to do it so I shook my head and just stood by him.

“Thanks for the food, (Y/N). I swear your café has the best pastry and beverages.” Seungkwan said, sipping on his coffee.

“Thank you.” I laughed. “I try my best to establish quality control within the café. Taste is very important.”

“You brought the food just in time. The staff told us we couldn’t eat until we finished filming. Who knows how long that would take?” Jeonghan joked and the staff laughed, along with the members.

“Okay, guys. We need to start filming so we can wrap up quickly.” Their producer announced.

I squeezed Seungcheol’s hand and smiled down at him. “I’ll be behind the cameras with the producers.”

“Okay.” He pouted, then pouted his lips. “No goodluck kiss for me?”

I scoffed at him while smiling. “We’ve have enough PDA for today.”

I walked towards where the staff was at. We greeted each other again and I sat beside their producers. All of them went inside the car.

“Hana, dul, set!” The staff yelled. Then one by one, they slowly went out.

“Someone looks very happy to see you on set.” The producer whispered at me, while laughing. I turned to see my boyfriend Seungcheol smiling while looking at me. I waved my hand to tell him not to focus on me.

The film set was full of laughter. The past half an hour or so consisted of Joshua’s failed attempts at hosting the show, the members getting angry and protesting at their producers. Even I couldn’t hold my laughter in. These boys don’t even need content to have a content, because they are the content.

After Joshua was “fired”, the producers just randomly played Sorry, Sorry for the boys to dance to. Then they went in to get angry and throw the table with bowls, chopsticks, spoon and fork.

Suddenly Cheol stood up announcing that they had to have a meeting with the staff. One by one, everyone started complaining. It was all getting so noisy and I had to bury my face between my arms and knees to hide my laughter.

“Come here, come here.” Hoshi said, gesturing for them to there. “You too, (Y/N). You’re part of this too. Apologize now.”

Seungcheol gestured as well, pointing to the spot beside him. “Babe, apologize right here.”

When it was Dino’s turn, we all couldn’t take him seriously. Everybody was just laughing too hard. Then he showed the letter in front of the camera that was facing the staff, which included me. I gasped but still couldn’t hold in my laughter when one of them brought the camera closer to the producers.

At that point, I was kind of nervouse because it might be an issue. But I ignored it since both of the producers were women and it just looked like I was one of them.

Then the complement festival came. It was a part of the episode where they had to complement each member.

It was time for the each one of the boys to pop up on the sun roof of the van and other other members to speak up one by one. My stomach had been hurting for about 40 minutes at this point. These boys never cease to make people laugh.

“Thank you for being a reliable person.” Dokyeom told Seungcheol.

Next it was Jeonghan. “Hyung, thank you for having a girlfriend like (Y/N) because she always brings us food and is such a great person.”

Everyone laughed and looked at me. I shook my head and hid my face, being shy.

“Mmm,” Seungcheol nodded while smiling and looking at me. “But we can’t air that.”

“Producers, please edit that out.” The boys begged. “We have to keep Seungcheol’s private life in... private.”

We all laughed, then Jeonghan said. “Do I have to say something else then?”

“Yes,” I yelled. Everybody chuckled. “Please do.”

“Okay. Okay. Let me think,” he seemed deep in thought then spoke up. “Hyung, thank you for having the same hobbies as me.”

Then everybody started laughing again.

Unbeknownst to them, the staff had prepared fireworks for them to enjoy. They handed out the candles and fireworks to each of the boys.

“Eonnie, can I light one firework in the back?” I asked the producer. There were lots of fireworks that were set up behind them, waiting to be lit up.

“Of course. Just be careful.” Then she handed me a lighter.

While the boys were lighting up their sparklers, I stood up and dusted myself off. One of the staffs accompanied me to light up the fireworks. There was a song playing, while the boys were enjoying themselves.

I proceeded to go at the back, knowing that they’ll blur my face if I ever get caught on camera. Seungcheol looked at me with a questionable look, probably wondering why I was going there.

I held up a the lighter and gave him two thumbs up. I bent down, slightly shaking. To say that I wasn’t nervous or scared would be an understatement. But I proceeded to light it anyway.

“Woah.” I whispered as soon as it lit up the sky. I was in awe, it was beautiful.

I heard the snap of a camera and looked at the direction of where it came from. I saw my boyfriend holding his phone out, with the camera pointing at me. He smiled, embarrassed that I caught him.

— photo creds —

I proceeded to look up at the beauty of exploding lights above me. After what felt like a long time, someone had finally snapped me out of it. I felt a hand grab my arm and an wrapped around me. I looked to see my boyfriend beside me.

“It’s beautiful.” I told him, looking back at the sky.

“It is.” He answered. I looked back at him only to see that he was staring at me.

“You’re so cheesy.” I giggled, burying my face in his neck.

He kissed my forehead and told me, “Only for you, babe.”

“Alright! We’re done!” The staff announced. Everyone cheered and clapped. Seungcheol and I went back to where they were.

“We’re done for today. You guys can stay or you can ride with us back to the dorm.” They announced.

Cheol went to his members and talked to them. I checked the time on my phone. 9:39 PM

I looked back at him and saw him saying goodbye to his members. Then they went to bid goodbye to me and gave me hugs as well.

“Let’s go?” Cheol asked, his hand waiting out for me.

I held his hand and I looked at him confused. “Aren’t you gonna go back with them?”

“I was thinking, we could drive back together.” He smiled. “Then I could sleep over at your apartment.”

I nodded and led him to my car. I was about to go to the driver’s side when he stopped me. “Give me the keys.”

“What? No! You’re tired enough as it is. Let me drive” I protested.

“Babe, come on. You drove a long way just to see me. Now get some rest.” He tells me.

I tossed the keys to him and went to sit on the passenger side. He sat down and gave me a peck on the lips before starting the car. Then he proceeded to back out of the parking lot and drive the both of us home.

It was a great way to end the night.

[trashfor-imagines]

Loved your latest ushijima post!!! If it’s not too much trouble could I pls get an imagine where ushijima’s gf convinces him to finally get Snapchat and he starts off with random af snaps like “this cloud looks like a bunny” and THEN JUMPS TO SENDING PICS OF HIS ABS LIKE “can’t wait to see you later” 😩😩

Aaaa~ this is so cute I love it. Lets do this.

No Filter | Request

Ushijima x Reader

Warning: None.

Sitting on a park bench, you raised your long legs a bit to kick them back and forth as you scrolled through social media, enjoying an ice cream cone. It was Sunday and it was beautiful out. You tried convincing your gentle giant and his friends to come with you into town, but Ushijima shut it down quick, breaking Tendo’s spirit. Volleyball practice strikes again. Snapping a cute photo of yourself, you posted it on Snapchat in the Shiratorizawa VBC group with the caption: wish you were here, xoxo.

With a sigh, you finished up your cone, heading to the department store to buy Ushijima some new clothes. It didn’t take long for you to receive several replies of the guys taking photos of each other. You saved the one from Tendo. He’d taken a selfie with Ushijima in the background, wearing his classic muted expression. You texted Tendo.

(Y/N): Sa-Sa~~~ get my boyfriend to join snapchat! Tendo: What makes u think I can get him 2 join? (Y/N): B/c I believe in u~~~ uwu (Y/N): Besides, u got him to read shonen jump! U can do anything.

You didn’t hear back from him so you figured he was back to practicing.

After doing some damage at the stores, you finally headed back to campus with several bags in hand. You usually posted outfits you tried on and if enough people gave positive reviews, you bought it. It was a guilty pleasure of yours, but you loved getting couples outfits and taking photos of you and Ushijima wearing them, even managing a dedicated Instagram account. Being in your pictures was the closest your boyfriend got to being a part of social media.

Dropping off your bags at your dorm room, you headed to the gym to catch the end of practice. Goshiki was the first to spot you, waving in your direction. Waving back, you watched quietly, taking out your phone and posting videos of your boyfriend on Snapchat with a heart filter as he practiced his jump serves.

When practice was finished, you waited patiently for Ushijima who immediately approached you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before cleaning up the room and showering with the guys. You were in the midst of posting another selfie on Snapchat when Ushijima took your phone from you, putting it in his pocket. Pouting, you gently bumped your shoulder against his arm.

“Wakatoshi, give it back. I looked really cute in that one,” you whined.

He looked down at you and pulled you against his side, walking with you to your dorm. “You’re always cute. You don’t have to show everyone.”

“I know that you think that, but don’t other people deserve to see your cute girlfriend too?” Your pout seemed to be permanent.

“No.”

“Wakatoshi~ please get Snapchat. I’ll send you cute content all the time,” you tried to entice him.

“I’d rather see you in person.”

Skipping a few steps in front of him, you placed your hands against his chest, stopping him. Pressing your body against his, you let your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You stood on the tips of your toes to press kisses along his jaw. “Anata *, I just miss you when you’re not around. If you had Snapchat, you could send me pictures of things you see or like, or what you’re doing. I’ll feel closer to you.”

He was silent for a while before sighing. “Tendo says it won’t clutter my camera roll.”

You tried to not seem so excited. “He’s right. It’s very clever.”

Resting his hands on your hips, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before handing you your phone back. “Fine.”

Your eyes lit up and you jumped up, pressing a kiss against his lips.

The next morning, you woke up and checked your notifications, smiling when you gained a new follower, the name making you smile: @ushiwakaa_. Laughing to yourself, you knew this was Tendo’s doing. You smiled as you opened one of his messages to you and your heart felt warm. He had taken a picture of the sunrise for you with the caption: You always sleep in.

You sent him a selfie in reply, smiling sleepily at the camera and showing off your tousled bedhead: Sleep in with me some time!

Quickly, you took your time getting ready for school, skipping breakfast to organize the clothes you had gotten Ushijima yesterday. You checked your phone during breaks between classes, enjoying the wholesome content your boyfriend was sending you. He sent you photos of:

a leaf on the sidewalk: no caption.

a snail that was next to the leaf: Slow.

the third years on the volleyball team at breakfast: They told me you would want photos of them.

the tree outside his classroom window: no caption.

a hair clip some girl in his class was wearing: Would you like something like this?

a smiley face he drew in his notebook: no caption.

a cloud he saw outside his classroom window: This cloud looks like a bunny.

the same cloud but at a different angle: Do you see it?

Laughing softly, you wondered how you got so lucky that you ended up with him. You didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought as class ended and it was lunch time. Getting your food, you walked over to the usual table of third year volleyball boys, sitting down across from Ushijima. He preferred sitting across from you; on your first lunch date he said it was so he could enjoy looking at you. He nodded at you from behind a bowl of rice, eating peacefully.

“I love your posts, Wakatoshi,” you commented, smiling brightly at him. 

He paused for moment in acknowledgement that you spoke, before returning to his meal. Giggling, you turned to Tendo to discuss the newest Shonen Jump, slipping off your shoe and gently running your socked foot up and down Ushijima’s calf, letting him know he was the one really on your mind. Despite how confident and strong he seemed, the VBC captain was just as capable of jealousy like any other mere mortal.

You were laughing at something Tendo said when you heard the sound of a phone snapping a picture. Looking over, you noticed Ushijima on his phone. “Wakatoshi, come on! I wasn’t ready. Let me see.”

He sent you a sharp look that told you to be patient, making you pout. There were some chimes around the table and you glanced at your phone, a notification reading that @ushiwakaa_ had just sent a snap. Quickly opening the app, you saw he had posted it in the VBC group. It was a photo of you and Tendo laughing, and surprisingly it was really good. Taking your phone, you sent him a private message: xoxo.

After school, you holed yourself up in the library, working on an essay for History. You scrolled through Ushijima’s stories: a photo of the empty gym, the huge basket of volleyballs, another photo of the gym. You took a photo of your study set up and posted it to your story: Wish me luck!

You then flipped to the front facing camera, taking a pouty selfie and sending it to your boyfriend: anata i wish you were here... uwu.

Sighing, you settled in and engrossed yourself in the the life story of Nobunaga. An hour and a half into your paper, you sighed in boredom, picking up your phone and procrastinating a bit. Checking your messages, you scrolled through your different feeds, mindlessly liking images that caught your eye.

A notification appeared, telling you your boyfriend had sent you something.

Opening Ushijima’s message, your face lit up brightly. It was a selfie of him, sweaty from his workout, winking at the camera with a smirk on his lips as he raised the front of his sweaty practice jersey, revealing his blessed physique. Biting your lip, you rubbed your thighs together, taking in every defined feature on his body, from his pecs down to his adonis belt: See you later.

Quickly packing your things, you headed straight to your dorm, knowing exactly what you were going to send back.

;)

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*Anata is a very intimate term of address, like calling someone “baby” or “honey”, said by females to their male significant other or husband.

[liberolove]

Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going. 

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied, 

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages. 

You opened up the first message. 

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell. 

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons? 

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try. 

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet. 

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him.. 

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. 

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting. 

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled. 

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings. 

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite!  I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike. 

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered. 

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger. 

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly. 

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]