#but honestly? it was the cursive for me

[heynhay]

perchance, klance as a crimefighting cowboy-esque gunslinging duo?

well since you asked so nicely

[cleo-serotonin]

im on the floor sobbing

[orcelito]

Actually it is SO weird to me to remember that I was an engineering student and that later on I had been pursuing a minor in statistics

I may be a IT & com person in the end, but I do have the foundations of engineering and statistics in my brain too. Wild !

[draconicsplendor]

Why do some university students two years younger than me not know how to use Microsoft Office? I knew that schools don't teach computer skills as much as they used to, but like... this is worrying.

[the-cooler-king]

Bad news: my bf isn't here (no cuddles)

Good news: my bf isn't here (can do schoolwork undistracted)

[hagravenholm]

Yay I got over 100 on my final for Northern Renaissance

[thinkinonsense]

call me if you're lonely⟡

old man!logan howlett x phone sex hotline worker!reader

cw: dirty talk, mutual masturbation

author's note: very short. just an idea that came to mind.

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this is so desperate, logan thought to himself as he dialed the number written on the fourth page in the second column. in pretty cursive words it read, call me if you're lonely!

your number had been living in the back of his head for almost a month now but he never got this close to calling it. in the column, it's written that you are a college student working on your masters degree and that you are very popular within your profession as a phone sex hotline worker. honestly, logan didn't care if you just started yesterday. he's been so stressed and overworked lately that he needs a release soon. logan waited as the phone rang after entering his card information. he's sat up on the old mattress under him, waiting patiently to see if anyone answers.

on the third ring, someone picks up.

"thanks for calling, hush hotline." you say, giving him the typical welcome speech before jumping straight in. "what would ya' like me to call you tonight, sugar?"

the sweet tone in your voice made logan's boxers feel tighter. resting his hand on top of his heavy cock, squeezing lightly and slowly stroking himself over the thin material.

"james is fine, honey." logan mutters.

"i like the way you call me, honey." you purr, getting relaxed in bed.

you had a long day; woke up late, missed class, messed up during important meeting at work and needed to blow off some steam. normally, the people you talk to over the phone don't have an effect on you, instead opting to fake it and offer phony pornstar like moans but something made you want to give it another shot.

"is that so?"

the stranger's voice was rough around the edges. deep, cold, straight to the point. it sent a shiver up your spine. usually, your customers were weak. willing to give into your every word and fully submit to you.

"mhm," you hum, lightly running your fingers up and down your thigh. "so, what's gotcha call in tonight, james? rough day at work or you just wanna hear me touch myself for you?"

"bit of both." he was already lost in this little world between the two of you.

“aw, can’t wait to make you feel good." you tell him, playing with the lace of your underwear. "wanna hear what i'm wearing right now?"

"mhm." he grunts.

"a white t-shirt and lacy blue underwear. wish you were here to take them off of me." you sigh, slipping your hand under the waistband.

"what would you do if i was there right now?"

"hmm, think i'd start by kissing you, making sure you get nice and hard for me then i would beg you to fuck my tight throat for hours. are you hard for me right now?"

"y-yes." logan sighs, trying to slow down a bit.

"that's sweet, james. got me blushing just thinkin' about it." you run your middle finger through your folds, gathering the slick and circling your button a couple times.

"just blushing?" he teases, catching you off guard.

"not 'just blushing'." you giggle softly. "you also got me r-really–ah, fuck! really soaked."

logan could hear the obscene squeak of you dipping your fingers inside of yourself. his chest moves up and down at the same rhythm as his strokes. your pretty little gasps made it difficult for him not to release right away.

"s-shit, honey." he groans, listening to the small wet slaps of you fucking yourself. "wanna taste that pussy of yours. i'm sure it's as sweet as that fuckin' mouth you got on you, honey."

never have you actually gotten wet from the men that call you. most of them let you do all the talking, only offering moans and whimpers. you couldn't quite place a finger on it but something about james was doing it for you.

"w-wish it was you inside of me instead of my fingers." you whine, tickling the spot that makes your vision blur.

"bet you would look so pretty wrapped around my cock, honey."

"i would look even prettier with you dripping out of me." faintly, you can hear him shuffling around, trying to stifle his groans. "don't hide yourself, baby. wanna hear you."

like a rubber band, something snapped inside of logan. unable to control his noises anymore, he's fucking his fist faster than before, chasing after every little moan you let out.

you move to rubbing your button switching occasionally, picturing the man that you believe james to be. a little older and rugged. maybe even someone your father would be friends with. someone you would definitely have a secret crush on.

logan's hips thrusted with need. the louder you got, the faster his orgasm was approaching. he had to hold off, he thought to himself. hear you cum first. by the broken whines and little hiccups you let out, he could tell you were only moments away from your release.

"f-fuck, i'm so close." you squeal, legs shaking a little as you near your high.

"me too, honey."

within seconds, your head is thrown back against the silky pillow case. the sheets under you were drenched but you were too full of bliss to care. logan finally allowed himself to let go as well, pearly white spurts coating his lower stomach and even some landing on his tank top. it's quiet for a minute or so before your little giggles can be heard on the other end of the line.

"something funny?" he asks, confused.

"no, no, it's just..." you giggle again with a sigh. "ever since i started this job, no one's ever made me orgasm. at least not like that."

"hm.." logan couldn't fight off the smile creeping on his face. "might need to call more often then."

"i'll be looking forward to it."

[birdmenmanga]

anyways just to show off. I think it looks pretty rad on my particular phone

Merry Tanabemas @riboku!! Here's what's intended to be a phone wallpaper of Saqr (obviously you don't need to use it in that way if you don't want)

It's my first time drawing Saqr and also my first time drawing someone with their nominal bird (shocking??) and I had a lot of fun! I hope you like it!

[esotericbluntbaby]

request! i read in your post you wanted angst requests, and i loveee the trope of him being a jealous roommate, and seeing you with another guy, leading to an argument about it. honestly, do whatever you feel right, i believe your writing style is so unique you couldn’t mess it up.

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hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: a night of studying obviously entails stressful situations: not knowing the answers to your problems, sleep deprivation, and cramming, to say the least. however, another problem arises when you decide to hold a small study session with a boy from your class: a roommate who hates your study partner.

mentions: angst, jealousy, argument, she/her pronouns, angsty love confession, happy ending, making out, mostly sfw!

thank u to whoever sent the request. small comments and compliments really keep me going <33

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you were sleep deprived, to say the least.

violet bags formed droops underneath your eyes, followed by the weighted heaviness your eyelids held with each blink threatening to be longer and longer each time. your back was almost curled into a "c," slumped onto your desk as your head was held in your left hand, pencil being grazed upon paper in your right. exhaustion devoured the whole point of the study session: to hold as much material in your brain as you could about the material for your final exam in two days.

you started off strong at around 5:00 in the afternoon. the material was able to be grasped and understood as if it was truly a part of you that was forgotten and remembered. however, the longer the you stared at the numbers and symbols on your notebook, the more your brain turned as mushy as a rotten apple. one redbull turned into three cans, in addition to a shot of espresso taken at around 12:00 in the morning, as you delved deeper into the madness of the units you learned in math.

now, you originally were going to do this completely on your own. you've done it before; actually, you've done it so many times that it's almost expected of you to procrastinate until the last minute to study and review, no matter how many times it ends with regret, twenty pages of notes, and sleep deprivation. however, after posting about how much you've been struggling with a certain subset of problems given in the study guide, logan, a boy from the same math class as you, texted.

he told you he could help you if he needed: that he could come over and assist you with your studying, since he understood the material quite well. you believed him, since you sat next to him constantly. each time papers and tests were being handed back to you, your eyes lingered and glanced at his paper, an A+ written in slanted cursive each time at the top of his paper. though you've studied by yourself many times and each time got a knowledgable, thoughtful grade, you began to lose hope in yourself. so, logan showed up at your doorstep at around 1:00 in the morning.

you both crammed and retained as many formulas, problems, and tactics as you could as the sun began to rise slowly and steadily, showing and revealing itself to the residents living in the northern hemisphere. by the time the sun was fully up, around 7:30 in the morning, you told him that you could take it from here and that he was free to leave now.

as you walked him out, your roommate sat on the brown, leather couch of your shared apartment, binge watching some random show he found on the netflix account you both had access to. this wasn't an unusual sight; hamzah streamed quite often, most of the time resulting in all-nighters or a scattered sleep schedule. however, the sight in front of him was the unusual one: who the fuck is that blonde haired boy who was in your room, leaving at 7:42 in the morning? his eyes widened at the thought of another man stayed in the same room as you for the entire night. that was practically his room; hamzah had clothes in there, as well as his monkey plush that the both of you got together. another man was practically in his space and he did not take it lightly.

"bye logan. thanks for all the help last night. i really appreciate it," you thanked, genuinely grateful that he was able to help you with your studies.

he smiled a toothy grin, "yeah, anytime! just call me whenever you need me. i'll be there."

his backpack, full of textbooks and notebooks from the night, was the last thing hamzah saw before the door was shut and his roommate's body was turned towards him. he noticed how rough you looked; eyes half-shut and lidded with an intense look of sleepiness laced into your gaze, as well as a yawn coming from out of your mouth before you began to converse with him.

he smiled at you, momentarily forgetting the fact that you just walked a boy out of your apartment, "morning, pretty."

you and hamzah's relationship was weird; you weren't really dating, yet, you weren't really only friends either. there was an certain unspoken tension between the two of you; a tension that kept you connected with string, yet couldn't be cut even if you had the sharpest pair of scissors available. you enjoyed his presence, he enjoyed yours. however, you both also didn't want to ruin what you already had, so it was a simple understanding of each other that never got to be turned into spoken word.

"morning, hamzah. did you sleep at all?" you asked him.

he turned down the volume of the show in front of him with the remote, "huh? oh, nah. i was streaming 'til like, 6, or something. who's he?"

you looked around the room for another body besides yours and the boy in front of you, "who's who?"

"the guy you just walked out of the apartment," his voice had a slight essence of an attitude in it, "the one that looks like fuckin butters from south park."

you laughed, taking a seat next to him and resting your head on his shoulder , "that's logan. he was just helping me out with something last night."

"how long was he here?"

"he came here around, like, 1 in the morning. why?"

"'nothin," he said, turning the volume back up.

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logan became a regular guest at the house, oddly showing up mostly at weird hours of the morning. most of the time, it was you answering the knock on your wooden front door, greeting him and going to your room to study some more. on the contrary, the times where hamzah was conveniently in the living room watching a show or editing a video and the door knocked, he became slightly hostile. each time, no matter where or what you were doing, he wouldn't answer the door. the first couple times, you didn't realize it; you thought that possibly hamzah could've not heard the knock because of how loud he watches his shows. however, you soon realized that he simply just wouldn't get up. you shrugged it off, letting him in after he texted you that he was outside the door.

currently, your exams are on pause for the break that you were given from school. your sleep schedule was in ruins, either sleeping at 6 in the morning or 5 in the afternoon. you noticed that throughout the break, hamzah was distant, only occasionally asking you if you wanted some food that he was cooking or if the wifi was out. you missed him. you didn't know what was wrong, nor what was happening. his short responses and leaving the room whenever you entered was confusing you. a week ago, you two were cuddling on the couch and he was forcing you to watch horror movies with him. now, he leaves the room whenever any part of your body touches the wooden floor of your living room. at 12:00 in the morning, you decided that enough was enough.

you knocked onto his bedroom door, before letting yourself in. his eyes remained locked onto the screen in front of him, not caring to recognize that you were now in his room. he seemed standoffish; he seemed cold. it was like the man that was once radiating a certain warmth from within himself was extinguished and watered down. it worried you, really. you wanted him back, though he wasn't yours.

"are you streaming?" you asked him.

his eyes remained stagnant and his voice spoke to you in the same monotonous tone, "no."

"do you wanna go do something?"

"like?"

you sat on his bed next to him, "i dunno. anything."

"can't. busy."

you were tired, however, not tired in a way that can be fixed with sleep. in fact, you didn't know how this could be fixed. though the connection you two had was never truly spoken about and simply understood through actions and gestures, you finally decided to speak about it.

"hamzah."

"what?"

"what's wrong? did something happen?"

he finally made eye contact with you, "nothing's wrong, nothing happened."

"you've been so distant, something's wrong. y'know you can talk to me about anything, right-"

he swiveled his chair towards you, frustration painted as a mural onto his face, "jesus fucking christ, dude. just because i don't wanna go out- it doesn't mean anything."

you were taken aback, "it's not even just today. it's this whole week. did i do something wrong?"

"if you wanna go out so bad, why don't you go ask logan?"

a switch suddenly flipped into your head; hamzah was jealous. putting yourself in his shoes, you understood why he was; not only was he jealous, but he was rightfully so. you didn't realize that your nights were now always spent studying and memorizing instead of spending time with him.

"why would i go ask logan?"

hamzah scoffs, "why wouldn't you go ask him? he's over almost every fucking time i try to go ask you if you wanna go get food or go watch a movie. you might as well date the kid if you're gonna be sleeping with him every night while dragging me along."

"hamzah-"

his eye contact remained intense, "no, i'm not done. fuck, i thought we had something. i thought those nights on the couch where we'd just sit and talk and watch random shit and make fun of random shit meant something. i liked you. i liked you so fucking much. and then logan comes around and just steals you. what does he have that i don't?"

"hamzah-"

"i'm still not done. i would've loved to be with you and do corny couple shit with you if you weren't with him. shit, i feel fucking stupid because i still would love to be with you and it's so, so obvious you don't feel the same way. do you know how much it hurts to hear you two at night? our rooms are next to each other, do you realize i can hear you guys laughing? then, when it's quiet, i just think about how you guys could be sleeping together and cuddling just like how we did. this kid- he came out of fucking nowhere. and now suddenly, i'm just fucking alone and you just fucking left me. it's like your fingers are intertwined in my brain and just fucking with every single fold. why did you do that? why would you do that-"

impulse struck your brain like lightning on the highest mountain peak. hamzah wouldn't shut up. yet, he's never really shut up a day in his life. so, you did the obvious. you grabbed his cheeks, forcefully making his face directly in front of yours. your lips landed on his, a kiss of desperation and risky acts.

you pulled away, not realizing what you were doing until after it happened. you both looked at each other wide-eyed and shocked, almost as if a total stranger kissed both of you.

"fuck- i'm sorry- i don't know why i did that-"

he grabbed your face with both of his hands, cupping your cheeks in each one. his lips, once again, settled on yours. this kiss was different; the way you kissed him was spontaneous and filled with uncertainty. his, on the other hand, was rough and needed. you never realized how truly needy hamzah was until the moment where he pulled you onto his lap, straddling his lap. his hands made its way up and down your body. his tongue, tasting like the mint gum he was chewing before you came into his room, entered your mouth as if it lived there previously. you both were upset at each other, however, with every moment where your lips were touching, it was like you completely forgot why you both were tense. you attempted to pull away; you remembered that you still needed to explain everything. however, you watched as his lips grew magnetic to yours, attempting to chase after your mouth like he would die from even a split second apart.

"hamzah. i don't like logan."

his eyes turned soft compared to the gaze he gave you beforehand, "did you sleep with him?"

"no, baby, i didn't."

his heart melted at you calling him baby. you could see it in his eyes and the yearning expression he gave you.

"what were you guys doing at, like, 3 in the morning?"

"i've been struggling with math. i don't really know anyone else that's good at it, either. so when he offered to help me study, i took him up on it. it's at weird hours because he has work."

guilt began to eat hamzah up. he realized he had just scolded you for something that his brain made him believe, as well as the fact that he could have simply talked to you about it.

"i'm sorry. i'm actually so sorry- i don't know why i didn't just ask you. i just assumed that he was like, i don't know, a sneaky link or something."

you kissed him on the cheek, lovingly, "it's okay. i should've told you that he was just helping me study. i'm sorry, too."

you stayed there for a solid hour, with you still straddling his waist in his gaming chair with your legs. it wasn't sexual at all; in fact, it was the opposite. your arms wrapped around his neck as his arms wrapped around your back. your face held shelter in the area between his neck and his shoulder, finding solitude within the boy in front of you. it was silent, until hamzah decided to break the quietude filling the room.

"do you still wanna go out?"

you removed your face from his neck to look at him, "hamzah, it's one in the morning."

"so? i thought you wanted to go somewhere- get out of this apartment."

you gave him a peck on the lips, "no. i just wanted an excuse to be with you."

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authors note!

okay i dont rly like how this turned out but i'll post it anyways. i might update it n add some more detail into it later on. have a good rest of ur day/night! i will eventually get to all the requests i get, but please be patient since i do have school outside of this <3

[pizzaapeteer]

Framed

Just a sweet wholesome - and a little goofy - scene where Theo see's you wear your glasses for the first time.

An: I myself wear glasses and went through the I can only assume universal years of feeling unconfident in them. I'm a happy glasses wearer now but my own bf helped my confidence and when i saw this quote from this Tumblr post here (I think last year honestly) I knew i wanted to write some sweet for the glasses pals 🥹🌟

Warnings: The picture provided does not represent the readers looks in anyway. Indicates f!reader from the quote, but don't think I specify gender. No other, just cute fluff. Word count: 1200

The last of the students file alongside you with haste as you make way towards your seat for charms. Sliding yourself onto the long bench, you settle, fixing your disarranged tie and carefully smoothing your hair down as you wait for class to begin. Flitwick announces his presence with the scrapes of chalk on the board and you lift your head, instantly squinting at the blurred vision before you.

A silent curse to yourself with the quick realisation sinking in that you had forgotten to insert your contacts and cannot make out Flitwick's cursive. Favourably, you always made sure to carry your glasses with you as an absolute backup, but a seeping dread and apprehension surges in your chest at the thought of needing to wear them.

Having no choice, you begrudgingly grab them from your bag and slide the frames onto your face, your vision correcting instantly. You pray no one pays enough attention to confidently point them out, leaning your head in your hand in extra effort to hide yourself, glad when your hair falls, creating more of a shield. But of course, the one person you wished wouldn’t notice does. 

Theo, often your desk neighbour who had also been running late, slides into the seat beside you, his head snapping down to the way you're sitting. His eyes trail over you as they usually do, before stopping to rest on the frames perched on your nose. His expression is nothing more than a mere eyebrow raise at the new accessory, though his gaze doesn’t falter despite the class beginning.

Sensing the lingering stares from Nott, you raise your head, glancing at him, reactively lifting your glasses to rest on your head in a moment of embarrassment. The once clear views of the handsome boy in front of you vanishes at your worsening site, and a deep chuckle leaves him when you squint instinctively.

“Huh, didn’t know you were blind as a bat.” His face resorts back to his signature resting face, a small smile peeking through his casual manner. “Cute bat nevertheless.” 

Scoffing lightly at his cheeky compliment, your hands lift, covering your face, trying to hide your obvious flustering. “Shut up Nott, and quit staring. It’s rude.” Lowering your gaze back to your notes and ignoring the rush of heat sweltering within your body, leaving you feeling nervous. 

Theo makes no endeavor to listen, deep eyes taking in every expression your face changes through. He feels lost, spiraling down a hypnotizing well as he drowns in your beauty. He’s drawn by the glasses that seem to enhance your elegance, watching you lower the specs. His lips curl wider. “Ah ha. This makes so much sense ya know.”

“What does?” Quirking your head in curiosity, your brows furrowing. 

His face shifts, exposing his adorable, charming toothy grin, one of your favourite features of him. “This is why you’ve never hit on me isn’t it. You haven’t been able to see how hot I am. Merlin, look at what you’ve been missing out on.” He whispers, emphasizing his face moving his hands in a circle before he runs a hand through his hair. His eyes meet yours with an impudent gleam, raising a brow in a sarcastic manner that he’s right. 

Rolling your eyes, attempting to hide the smile stretching onto your face, you snort. “Theo I wear contacts, you idiot.” You continue focusing on Flitwork's work, looking away from Theo momentarily, giving you time to breathe. “Stupid contacts,” you mutter under your breath, irritation laced in your tone. 

A quiet chuckle escapes him while he studies you, noticing the clear insecurity you're projecting about your eyewear and his heart softens. Here you were worried and anxious about how you looked in your cute glasses, while he thought you’d never looked more beautiful. He’s struggling to wrap his head around why you seem so bothered, asking his next question quietly with a genuine interest, “Why don’t you ever wear them?” 

Theo’s soft and calm tone surprises you, making you raise a brow, heartbeat speeding up, skin sweltering as he continues his wanderlust stare. “I don’t like them.” You mumble nervously, gazing back down, feeling your insecurity grow. A gentle caress brings your gaze back up to him, and he studies your features again, but closer. 

It’s a very intimate moment for the middle of class, your body becoming flustered staring into Theo’s ocean orbs. You always had a hard time giving him direct eye contact, finding yourself melting into a puddle. They held you captivated, saying so much with such little emotion.

Everyone is always comparing them to the ocean, and they were right, not even just for the colour but for how they always acted. His gaze could switch from calm to stormy in a matter of seconds, always so unpredictable, just like the weather. 

His gaze holds a truth to them, while you’re getting lost in his eyes he can’t help but mirror your actions. The colours and emotion swirling in them make it hard to look away, he feels trapped while he flickers between the contrast of your iris and the frames of your glasses.

“But you’ve got them framed now, like a piece of art. Nothing could be more beautiful.” 

Nothing could have prepared you for what he just said, your mouth parting in a state of awe, that the infamous Theodore nott could even hold such amazement for you. Gaping at him, you struggle to absorb his compliment.

Did he just compliment your glasses to art, something that should be marveled at? A piece of work that is admired by many. You can’t help the way your body flushes and the smile that creeps as you gaze at him appreciatively. No one has ever complimented you in such a way, and so casually. “Really?” 

He watches in sweet amusement, a swell of pride blooming in his chest, watching your face light up. A glow of pure happiness takes over your features, and he swears you’ve never looked prettier. He finds himself matching your smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, keeping his voice quiet to not disturb the class. “I wouldn’t lie to an angel.”

You’ve never found yourself so flustered before, feeling the heat migrate over your body, looking away from him momentarily. He laughs, breaking the romantic moment and you relax, relishing in the natural manner between you two falling back in. He leans back into the booth, smirking, “you should wear them more often. I like the idea of sitting beside literal art.”

Rolling your eyes but grinning again at his compliments, the idea that he likes you for you is making your heart swell hopefully. “And I get to see you all flustered like this, it’s adorable. It’s just spec-tactular, don’t you think?”  

Snorting a little too loud at his glasses pun you draw the attention of your professor, and he decides now to call on you for a question. Your face flushes in embarrassment at the extreme awareness that now is looking at you and your alternative eyewear.

Theo chuckles quietly once you answer and shrink back in your seat, glaring at him. He can’t help but continue his annoying and starting-to-seem-endless supply of eye related puns. “Hey now, don’t lash out at me, don’t lose sight of what’s important. You're a real vision.” 

The rest of class speeds by in a blur, with Theo never shutting up and your eyes unable to stop rolling, but with a small grin that’s unable to leave your face. Your mind can’t stop replaying his original moment of sweetness and, surprisingly, you feel a new growth of confidence has spurred. You’re seeing a whole new perspective with him.

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@slytherinravebabe I promised I’d let you know when I finished it 🌟

[ramblingautisticman]

So, I haven't stopped thinking about the dyslexic Wade headcannon- like at all- so here is the second part/expansive of this post!

I really like the idea of him being really insecure about it but slowly accepting it more and being more open about it.

I also wrote from my experience, and I'm not officially diagnosed don't come at me, but I struggle alot with reading and writing so yeah!

Anyway, enjoy. Please. I hope everyone likes this as much as I do!

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It isn't that Wade can't read- or that he doesn't want to- it's more that it's a massive fucking struggle. Most of the time anyway.

He's always had trouble reading (and spelling, but he can avoid that with emojis now! How technology grows!) ever since he was a kid.

And maybe it's because he didn't grow up in a great environment, or maybe it's because he was never really encouraged, but Wade never ever mentions it. Not to anyone.

He never told anyone when he was in school that sometimes words didn't really make sense to him, and that he was behind in work because of it, not because he would sit and talk (though he did that too). He never told anyone that he preferred art over english because it was easier to understand a picture to him than it was words. He never told anyone that he struggled to spell simple words like "bakery" and "shopping" but could spell "because" and "beautiful" because of a stupid rhyme he had heard once.

It was just something he had grown up with- something he had assumed other kids dealt with- u til he got to high school. Suddenly, he was surrounded by people writing 3000 word essays like they were nothing and people reading 200 page books during lunch, all while Wade still hadn't finished a single book he owned. While Wade still struggled to understand words that weren't in a specific font or colour- something he had realised shortly after turning 10- and everyone around him could just do it. They didn't take 10 minutes to finish a page of a book. They didn't get headaches from the concentration he had to use while staring at a page trying to figure out if the word "wandering" was spelt correctly. They didn't struggle to read the teachers writing because of the cursive writing. They could all just do it and Wade had to just sit and try.

Naturally, people noticed that he would read slowly and awkwardly when they read aloud in class, or that his work always came back covered in red pen from where he had misspelled simple words. He quickly became a target for bullying. Honestly, he probably wouldn't feel as self conscious as he does if that hadn't happened. If teachers had just stepped in and helped- noticed that something was wrong- he would've gotten some help and grown up with accommodations that would've helped him succeed. But he didn't get any of that. He got bullied for reading slowly and being dumb. He got kicked and punched because he had been spotted reading a book meant for younger kids (big mistake).

Wade tried. He did. He read books as often as he could to try and make his brain click- and it never worked. He would try and spell random words- and sometimes he got them and sometimes he didnt- and eventually he gave up. Eventually he succumbed to the voice in his head telling him he was stupid and that he was just going to have to go through life suffering.

And as he got older, he figured out stuff that helped and stuff that didn't. He managed to find a few fonts that helped, a few overlays that made it easier, and a few things to remind him how to spell certain words he usually struggled with.

He also got better at hiding it. Wade would tell people he preferred calls over text. He would open birthday cards and smile at the writing even if he couldn't quiet make out what it said. He would avoid anything that involved him reading in public.

And again, not because he couldn't read, but because it might take him alittle longer than it should, and the idea people would notice made his stomach fill with anxiety, sending him right back to being that scrawny kid I high-school who got beaten up every lunch time.

All of that only got worse after his accident. Well, the cancer and the torture and the murders, but ya know.

Now people were staring at him anyway. People would look and gasp and gawk as he walked down the street or went to the store to get groceries. Everywhere he went people stared. Everywhere.

So instead of being slightly worried people would notice him focusing too hard on reading, he was fully aware people were staring at him constantly because of his skin, and he liked to avoid giving them anymore reasons to stare.

To his suprise though, moving in with Al had helped. She was the only person he had told, and she was the only person who seemed to understand, telling him about something called dyslexia and telling him that his brain just worked alittle different than his. Then proceeded to pass out after using the last of her cocaine- but the thought was still there.

And she didn't seem to mind that he read alittle slower sometimes, because she still asked him to read her mail to her, and sometimes write letters or cards. Wade would have to ask her how to spell the words, but she never seemed to get angry about it, and she always seemed to know how to spell them. Plus, if anyone noticed it wasn't spelt right, they could blame it on her being blind (how was the recipient to know this letter hadn't been writing by Al? She could probably write stuff if she wanted. She's blind, not stupid.).

When he started to gain friends and family- somehow gaining a little group of them- he didn't feel as bad about them noticing. He still didn't say anything- didn't make it obvious- but he wanted them to know he read there cards. Make sure they knew he read the group chat messages. Make sure they knew he did care (and for some reason, probably because the writer loves this headcannon, it seemed like alot of him showing his cared had to do with reading and spelling), writing them birthday cards and Christmas cards, and responding to every single message.

He found a quick way around the messages. That was easy. Emojis, memes and gifs quickly became his best friend. They were easy to dichiper most of the time, and Wade loved them, so it was a win win! He did write things too, and auto correct usually helped if he was struggling that day, but he was getting better thanks to Al and her bossing about of writing letters to her grandkids.

Writing cards took a little longer, but he spent alot of time on each one, making sure everything look neat and was spelt well. It always made him proud giving someone a card that he knew he spent so much time on, perfecting every last word.

When Logan moved in, it was a topic Wade was trying to avoid. He knew he should tell him- they were getting closer and closer each passing day- but he always felt so stupid trying to explain it. It made him feel stupid, even if he knew he wasn't. Most of the time.

Luckily, it doesn't actually come up for awhile, not until they have moved into their own place and Wade is handing Logan a birthday card with a huge grin on his face, practically bouncing on his feet.

And Logan opens it and reads it, and smirks a little because "I don't think the word awesome is spelt like that" and suddenly Wade's smile is wiped off his face.

He really had tried- maybe he didn't read the word properly off his phone or something- because Wade is taking the card and trying his best to quickly read it but can't, and he let's out a grunt of frustration because rambling at Logan apologetically. "I really tried to fucking spell everything right- I'm the idiot for fucking trying to read the word to spell it- I mean, who does that when you can't even read properly? I can re-do it- gimme like an hour and a half to go get a new card and get Al on the phone to just ask her how to spell it and then I can give you one that isn't fucked up-"

And Logan shuts him up with a small kiss to the forehead, telling him that he "likes this one just fine, has more charm" and Wade wants that to feel reassuring but it somehow doesn't, and it just makes him more annoyed.

So after a small melt down and a good cry in the shower for fucking up Logan's birthday, he explains it to Logan. Tells him about how he sometimes struggles with reading and spelling, but he really did try with the card. He really does try to read and write properly but some days it's hard and some days he can do it easier, and that he never really told anyone until he met Al. He messily rambles about everything- including the bullying- and Wade expects to be met with some laugh or ridicule. Though, this is Logan- and somehow this man loves every other part of him- so why wouldn't he love this part too?

And Logan just apologises to Wade that he made him feel bad about misspelling the word awesome- makes a joke about how it's a hard word to spell- and that Wade shouldn't have been bullied for something he couldn't help. Tells him that it's nothing to be ashamed off, and that he shouldn't let it hold him back. Tells him that if he ever needs help with spelling something he can ask Logan, that if he ever can't figure out a word that he can ask Logan, asks if there are any accommodations he uses to help him.

And Wade tells him the things that help, the things that don't, thanks him for the offer of help, and suddenly it doesn't seem so terrifying that Logan knows. Suddenly he feels better about it. Sure, Al had helped, but hearing this from Logan made him feel less afraid to hide it. Made him feel better about telling his friends so they knew.

And Logan stays true to his words. He helps him when he is struggling with a word- never jumps in a reads stuff or spells things without being asked first- and even uses some of the accommodations. He has his phone set to a font Wade can read easier, and his next birthday card is in big bold writing (Logan's writing is normally really scribbly and hard to read) and on a colour that helps him focus on the words more.

And he tells his friends and they understand, they do the same. They help if asked, they don't rush him in reading their cards or messages- Yukio starts to use more emojis and Collosus tries his best to give Wade mission debriefs in person or voice messages- and it helps him immensely. He gets more confident about his reading and writing, and he starts to work on ut even more. And yeah, he can't get rid of his dyslexia, but he can try and find new ways that help him. He can find books in safe fonts and listen to the audio book as he reads to help (Though, he does prefer listening to Logan read to him, because his voice is so smooth and gruff somehow, and he could listen to it for hours).

Wade hated that stupid part of himself for so long, but now- even if he is 47- he doesn't really mind it anymore. He makes jokes about his spelling errors or words he missreads, and he works on finding new things to help with Logan, and everything is alittle bit easier knowing he isn't going to be ridiculed and judged.

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WANT vs NEED

♱CONTAINS: toxic juju, oc standin on bidness ♱NIYAHSPEAKS: yall like when i do the toxic shit so lmk if you want a pt 2

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"you gon let me in?"

this girl is sitting at my fuckin door- after i dont hear from her for two weeks- asking me to let her in.

for access to me. access she's had for the past two months. access that i gave her no matter how bad she treated me, no matter how much she lied, no matter how she spoke to me. she always got whatever she wanted out of me.

and i would have given in tonight, because honestly, two weeks wasnt even the longest we'd been no contact. had it not been for what went down in these past two weeks, i would have opened the door wider, let her prance her happy ass in my crib like i always did and take me places no one else ever had.

but not tonight. not any night ever again, because a week ago a video circled on the internet. a megan thee stallion audio with a girl who was excited to broadcast the arm lazily slung around her neck. they were at a party. one i'd asked her to go to with me, but she declined.

juju's face wasn't in it. her bun wasn't showing, no usc merch. but her tattoo was. on her hand, "tears dry" in the pretty cursive that i'd helped her pick out was on full display.

and i'm not stupid. i knew she was fucking other people, but it was the principle of the matter.

"no." my tone was dry and hard, like dead soil. but i felt weak.

i wanted her. i wanted to breathe her in like she was the oxygen i needed to live.

but that's the thing. i didn't need her. and i'd gotten so caught up in my own 'i can fix her' fantasy that i forgotten that that's all this was. a want.

it was deep fucking want though.

"no?" she sounded shocked, and she had a right to be. like i said, she always got her way with me.

"no." i blinked. "you gotta go" i tried to remain non-chalant, as i tried to close the door, like it standing on business didn't feel like standing on nails.

but of course, she couldn't just let me shut her out. she pressed her palm to the door, and pressed it open and i tried not to stare at the tattoo, not to track the veins from her hand down her arms.

"wait wait" she squinted at me, like she was trying to solve a puzzle, "you mad at me?"

i should have said no. that i wasn't mad, i was just done with this dance. that would have been the smart thing to do, but i've been known to be a bit dingy when it came to her. to throw my morals out the window and engage in petty disputes that i wouldn't engage in with anyone else.

"yes, i'm mad at you."

"for what?" like she couldn't fathom that i could be pissed off enough to not let her in.

"how was jaden's party, judea?" a cocked my head to the side. immediately i knew she got my message. she threw her head back with a deep sigh and covered her face with her hands, rubbing her eyes in frustration.

"if i hear about this shit one more time..." she groaned before shaking her head and lowering it. "i ain't even wanna go to the fucking party-"

"but you did." i bit out.

she stopped mid sentence and just looked at me. i watched ever muscle in face. i could see her thought process.

she could usually talk me out if my upset. and i think she could tell that this was different because i never cut her off. she knew she wasn't winning this one. not tonight at least.

and for a second, her face softened. for a tiny fraction of time, she'd looked defeated, but then she rolled her shoulders and hardened back up into the 6'2 basketball phenomenon that couldn't be bothered.

"i'm not boutta argue witchu you, jaliyah."

"then don't." i sassed, moving to close the door again, just for her palm to meet my front door again.

"liyah, cmon, bro." she groaned. she was irritated.

good.

"what, judea?" i asked, resting my head on the door sill. i kept that hard tone, and i felt it getting easier to use.

"you for real?" her laughed a little before continuing, "you're really boutta close the door on me?"

it was like she thought this was funny. my feelings were comincal to her. i was a joke, in her mind.

well shit's boutta get real hilarious.

"bye, judea."

♱

the next week, i showed out.

i prided myself on being a homebody, but that week? i was OUTSIDE.

during the day, when i wasn't in class, i was posted at whatever day party was poppin in LA.

it's true when they say the freaks com out at night, because when the sun set, my close friends was flooded with packed, dark rooms of USC students.

but there was a method to my madness.

i could function without her. i could be without her. and i was trying to prove that. to show myself, and anyone who would look that i didn't need her. all i had to do what get over this want- this yearning- for juju fucking watkins.

i was determined. focused.

i didn't talk about how every person i'd danced with didn't have strong hands like she did. didn't acknowledge the way i unintentionally searched for her in every crowd. i blocked out the majority of my own mind because it didn't feel like mine anymore. she occupied nearly part of it.

that saturday, i decided to branch out. to leave the USC campus because she was everywhere and it was too much. i guess i'd gotten sick of seeing the '12' jerseys everywhere i went.

i don't know why i did it- but i fucked with the opps. i went to a UCLA function.

juju and i had an inside joke. UCLA was the suburbs and USC was the hood. and as soon as i stepped into suburbia, i so desperately wanted to return back to the hood.

i didn't belong there. it felt so unnatural, but again.

point to prove.

so i made sure to post my bruins blue on the main story, gold jewelry adorning my locs, my ears cuffed with small gold hoops. bangles clanked in the background of terrible music.

i looked the fuck good, and i wanted everyone to see it. i wanted her to see it.

to see that i did not need her.

but in reality, i was a wallflower. no one there knew i was from USC. and no one in general knew that i was involved with UCLA's biggest hater. but i still felt like i was betraying... someone.

juju. my school. myself.

take your pick, but i knew i was wrong to be there. i felt like i was on guard, watching and waiting for someone to expose me.

then finally, it happened.

she called first, and i didn't make it outside in time to answer. for a second, i was glad that i missed her call and then i began internally kicking my own ass for foing outside to pick up in the first place.

that didn't last long though, because my phone dinged with a text.

wtf r u doing jaliyah?

my first instinct was to come clean. it was natural, the way i wanted to admit that i felt to out of place and i shouldn't have went there.

but then i remembered what i was doing this for.

im at a party why wsp

i smiled because i knew what the fuck i was doing. yes, i felt like an alien, but she didn't need to know that.

#nonchalantfinalboss

dpmo come home rn.

and just like that, it was easier to not give a fuck, because juju never failed to remind me that she had less to give than anyone i'd ever met.

she was still telling me what to do. expecting me to run back to her like i was that pitiful. and maybe i was in the past, but no more.

no <3

and that was the end of it. she didn't text again. she didn't call. it was that simple.

i stayed at the party until i couldn't take the music anymore, and by the time my lyft dropped me back at my apartment, i was ready to melt into my mattress.

on the elevator ride to my floor, i thought about why she'd given up so easily. she loathes UCLA, and she took my 'no' just like that? like it didn't really matter to her? like i didn't really matter to her?

i got my answer the second the elevator door separated. juju sat, legs crossed, hands folded between her knees, head resting on my front door.

she looked like she was meditating, kinda.

but when the elevator dinged, she popped her head up and i knew that she had no peace to share.

her eyes set on me, and that was when i knew i'd fucked up.

"you have fun?" she inquired, not moving to get up. she just craned her neck up as i stepped to her.

i knew she was pissed. she was devoid of any expression. she didn't even look mad, and that's how i knew she was mad.

but i wasn't about to let her win. she couldn't have this. she couldn't have me any-fucking- more.

"tons." i smiled, then nudged her knee with my foot. "move."

"no." she cut her eyes at me, intentionally throwing my words back at me.

she was so fucking petty, it irked the fuck out of me.

"juju, i'm not playin witchu." i kicked her a little harder, "move."

"jaliyah, i'm not playin witchu." she mocked me, "no." she smiled sweetly, like she wasn't acting an ass.

it was like magma boiled within me, giving me the strength to cock my foot back, and swing that bitch like i played professional soccer.

"get. the fuck." i kicked her with everything i had, knowing that at 5'4 it wasn't alot. this wasn't about hurting her. once again, it was the principle. "away. from. my do-"

i didn't feel it when her hand wrapped around my ankle, but i felt it when my knees touched the floor. i felt it when my skirt rode up my waist. i felt it when the pads of her fingers danced under my top.

i was silent. my tantrum was over. there was no kicking, no arguing, no nothing. just me on top of her.

she smelled so good, she looked so good, and she felt even better under me. for a moment, i let myself get lost in her eyes. i let myself find comfort in the way she was holding me. i let nostalgia take me back to when we'd first started this. when were friends with benefits and not... whatever we are now.

looking at her, i saw who we used to be before i'd convinced myself that i would be the one she'd act right for. i'd always listened to her ho tales and laugh, feeling sympathetic to the poor women she'd hoodwinked, and i told myself that i wouldn't be one of those stories. we were friends first. i was different.

not.

the present sunk in when i saw the way her jaw was so tight i could see it poking out of her cheek a little, and i found my breath.

she used to never be mad at me. she always told me it was impossible to hurt my feelings, because she would do anything i wanted. it didn't used to be like this.

i told myself that as i pushed on her chest to get up, untangling myself from her and huffing a little when i found my footing.

"just leave, ju." i whispered, but i knew she heard me because she rolled her eyes.

she threw her arms behind her head before bringing them back in front of her, like she was presenting something. "but why, though." she groaned, "what is the problem, liyah? what the fuck is the point of all this?"

the point.

"the point is ion wanna do this shit no more." i heard my own voice raising, and i didn't car that it was almost 2 in the morning.

it was saturday in LA. let's be for real... i could still hear stunna girl bumping down the street...

"it's not fuckin worth it." i finished, deciding that i didn't need her to move.

i would climb over this bitch if i had to.

i moved to unlock my door, leaning over her, but she taps my hips, pushing me back to where i was across from her.

"i'm not worth it?" she's on her feet in a second, stalking towards me until my back is to the closed elevator doors. "for real?"

i was intimidated, not scared. intimidated not by her height, but the look in her eyes. she was right there, staring down at me like i'd cursed her firstborn child. like i'd ruined her life or something.

i didn't understand how she'd managed to flip my words. how the tables had turned and somehow her feelings were the ones hurt. but that's the way it happened. she'd flipped the script, as she'd always done.

but it she wanted to play victim, that was fine.

i shoved her, "for real." and i knew when she stepped back it was her own doing, but she did it nonetheless.

i had a clear path to my door, and i took my opportunity. i found my key, and unlocked the door as fast as i could, but not fast enough because when i stepped in to my home, so did juju.

"no-" i gripped her shoulders in an attempt to manually turn her around, "get the fuck out."

it was no use, because she pushed past me and plopped on my couch like she paid bills. she man spread, folding her hands in her lap like earlier, "nah, we finna talk."

"there's nothing to talk about."

"what the hell is up witchu, bro?"

"YOU." i threw my keys. they didn't touch her, much to my dismay. "you are what's up with me. you got me fucke-" i dropped the hand i had pointing at her.

she didn't need to hear my reasoning. the fact of the matter was i was done, and she had to accept that.

"i'm not doing this." i sighed, shutting my eyes. "i said that already, and i'm not saying it again." when i opened my eyes, she still had that same dumbstruck face on, like she wasn't comprehending. "leave, judea."

"no."

"the fuck do you want from me?" i sighed.

this shit was exhausting. i wasn't even tired from the party. it was her. in what- 10 minutes?- she'd drained me of everything i had.

"i want you to talk to me." she said it like a conversation was all it took to fix this. she didn't realize that i was beyond fixing anything.

but the irony wasn't lost on me. the fact that she was begging for me to 'talk to her' like this whole thing didn't start with her not talking to me.

"i wanted you to talk to me for two weeks."

i walked past my kitchen, slowly creeping towards her with my middle and index finger up, in case she needed a visual representation. the muscles in my hand felt tight because she stressed me the fuck out, but she wanted to talk right?

she was finna hear me.

"two fucking weeks, wondering why the fuck i was on delivered and then you pop up, slung on some bitch like- like what?" my shoulders were heavy when i shrugged them, feeling the joints flex.

"like i didn't ask you to go? like you just said 'fuck jaliyah, who's constantly pouring into me. imma just ignore her, the one fucking time she wants to go out, and then go anyway, and imma rub it in her fucking face." i clapped between my words at the end because she truly had me fucked up.

i didn't wanna have this conversation because i knew that she pulled a side of me out that i didn't like, but here we are.

"so this is because i ain't take you to a damn party?" she squints like she can't grasp the concept, and she couldn't. it really just flew over that goddamn bun.

"oh my fuckin goood," my throat was scratchy when i let out a genuine shout. "no. it's not about the dumbass party, it's the principle."

she was still looking at me like she was fuckin slow, so i took a breath because i was running out of patience. when i opened my eyes again, i squatted down so i was setting on the edge of my coffee table.

"how long have we known each other, ju?" i ask, bracing my hands on my knees to ground myself.

"like three years," she shrugged, "what's tha-" i cut her off because i didn't wanna hear her stupid ass question. i already knew what it was.

what's that gotta do with it?

"three years. we been friends for three years, fuckin for what? four months?" i didn't give her time to think about it because i knew how long we'd been sleeping together.

i remember that first time, like it was my first time. we'd been eating and watching 'Love and Other Drugs." she made a joke about how the characters didn't do no strings correctly. one thing led to another and bam! i found myself doing shit i'd never done.

i think that's what really irritated me about the whole thing. she knew that i didn't just fuck for fun. she knew that i protected that side of myself. i'd expected her to cherish it, and she destroyed it instead.

"four months ago, you would have taken me to that party. you wouldn't have ignored me, because four months ago, you gave a fuck."

"whatchu talkin bout?" she spits out. she wags her finger in a circle, gesturinng to my apartment. "you think i would be here if i ain't care about you?"

"you care because i won't fuck you." i corrected.

it was the truth. she didn't care this whole time. she saw me going out all day and night, knowing i wasn't that type of person. yet, she didn't say fucking word until i was doing something she didn't like.

well, all she did was shit i didn't like. all she did was cross my boundaries, and break my rules, and i was sick of letting the shit roll off my back.

"it took me going to a fuckass UCLA for you to show up." i exclaimed, emphasizing on the ridiculousness of it all. "you get how fucked that is?"

"that's not the point-"

the point is i'm here.

heard that one before, too.

"but it is though." i nodded fast, leaving my chin in the air. "it is that fucking deep."

the situation may be small, but the principle be big as fuck, and that's what she wasn't understanding.

"i let you hit and all of a sudden you treat me like i'm somebody you laugh at inna group chat."

the group chat i started. the one where i let her mingle with my other friends because she'd complained about not having a life outside of basketball her freshman year.

we'd all talked shit about her conquests. calling them groupies. saying they should have known better. i'd encourage her, never imagining that i'd be on the other end of her whore-like actions.

"liyah, b-"

"ain't no 'liyah' NOTHING." i stood up, because i knew this wasn't going anywhere.

i knew it wasn't before it'd started, but i let her take me there and now i had to reel myself back in.

"you got it ju." i put my hand up in defeat.

because she had defeated me. she won because even after this whole thing, i still wanted her. i still wanted to keep trying to fix her, no matter how much she chipped away at me.

"you cracked. linked 'ms. unlinkable' - whatever the fuck you was trynna do that night - you did it." i clapped for dramatic effect. i wanted her to feel like a winner, even though she'd just lost.

she lost a friend. she lost good coochie. she lost a supporter. she lost it all.

"jaliyah, cmon." she kept saying that. trying to make me feel like i was being unreasonable, or i was crazy and saying my name would make me open my eyes to that that fact.

"get out my house, judea."

and finally- fucking finally - she listened. hung her head and drug her feet out the door.

when she was gone, i exhaled, like i'd been holding my breath that whole time. i slugged to my kitchen island and dropped my head against the cold marble, and i just breathed for a second.

what the fuck do i do now?

was the first thought i had, and the second was:

i don't even know.

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High school Sevika x Secret admirer Reader. Like Sevika keeps getting love notes from reader and she’s just like .. da fuq. She’s just too emotionally constipated to realise their love notes FOR HER. And reader (as well are) is so hopelessly in love with her.

okay OKAY this is so fucking cute i'm gonna make this the masc4masc childhood friends story too heheeh

lets just assume zaun has a underfunded shitty education system lol

men and minors dni

sevika keeps getting these stupid fucking letters.

they're written in glitter pen, usually on construction paper cut out into a heart. the handwriting is agonizingly neat, like whoever's writing them's spending hours getting their cursive perfect. they're always unsigned, and they usually contain some stupid, romantic compliment, like 'your eyes are the stars of my galaxy' and shit.

"whatcha got sev?" you ask as you catch up with her in the hallway, hipchecking her as she glares down at the latest of her growing collection.

this one reads 'sev, you're prettier than you let yourself think.'

sevika scoffs and crumbles the paper up into a ball.

"are there any other sevika's in this school?" she asks. you blink up at her.

"what?"

"like, does anybody else have my name? or is there a sev or a seven or a sven?"

"fuck are you talking about?" you ask.

sevika groans and shoves the note into your hands. "this!! i keep getting these stupid ass love notes. some poor sap's got the wrong fucking locker, or the wrong sevika, or something." she scoffs.

you don't laugh. sevika slows her walk to blink over at you.

you're... staring at her. almost like you're angry?

"what?" she asks.

you take a deep breath then shake your head. "n-nothing."

"nothing?"

"it's nothing." you insist, nodding. sevika glares at you.

"you're horrible at lying."

"and you're gonna be late to chemistry."

"so i'll skip." sevika shrugs and nudges your shoulder. "what's that look for?"

"you're so fucking stupid!" you shout. sevika jumps a bit. you huff, then smack sevika's shoulder as you storm down the hall. she jogs to keep up with you. "you-- you get these romantic, heartfelt notes, addressed to you, and you think; what? there's another sevika in school? you're fucking ridiculous!"

"wh-- you think these are for me!?"

"of course they are!"

"who the fuck would write love letters for me?!" sevika asks.

honestly, she's completely flabbergasted. you never struck sevika as the kinda girl who cares about stupid shit like romance, but apparently it means a lot to you.

"someone who likes you, you idiot! a-and you're probably hurting their fucking feelings by treating their hard work like garbage. this is like the sixth one you've crumpled up. you spit your gum in the first one." you huff.

sevika blinks at you. she didn't tell you about the notes until now.

you seem to realize this at the same moment, because your walking comes to a halt, your eyes stuck on something far away.

sevika starts to giggle. your shoulders shoot up to your ears. "shut up." you mumble.

sevika's laughter only grows. "oh, janna." she snorts and throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. "what, you gotta crush on me?!" she asks.

you glare up at her. "'y don't have to laugh about it."

"no, i'm not-- i just-- you're so fucking cool, you don't need to leave stupid notes in my locker, i already--" sevika cuts herself off. you giggle. it's her turn to fluster. "shut up." she demands. you giggle.

"c'mon. let's ditch and smoke under the bleachers." you suggest, tugging sevika toward the exit.

as you walk outside, sevika worms her wrist out of your grip and replaces it with her hand-- her fingers intertwined with yours.

"you should become a professional card maker."

"fuck off."

"i'm serious! they're impressive." she says. you groan.

"they're cheesy, i know, i just--"

sevika darts in and kisses your cheek.

you're so distracted by the feeling of her soft lips against your cheek that you walk face first into a low-hanging bar under the bleachers.

sevika cackles as you clutch your head.

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sweet surprises

messages; b. eilish

warnings: honestly absolutely nothing but an overflow of fluffy fluff, billie being a sucker for birthdays, surprise!billie, cuteness overload (I may have gotten carried away with the day dreams of what billie would be like on your birthday), soft!billie, sweet!billie, half proof read, kinda on the long side don't know the word account for this...

au: To the sweet anon who requested this, I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to give this you, but I hope that it is everything you wanted! I thought I would add a lil twist and make it into this lil series... I also wrote this a different times of the day so please ignore the time stamps on the messages lmao

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The sun’s rays danced around the room, casting a golden glow across the bed. The light teasing your fluttering eyes as you fight the weight of sleep. A soft breath rolls across your lips, as they lay in a perfect ‘o’ shape. Head heavy on the pillow as your cheeks are snuggled deep into your duvet. The sweet chirps and whistles of the blue birds outside your window slowly pull you away from your slumber. With a deep yawn and long stretch you finally sit yourself up still keeping yourself wrapped in the blankets as you reach over grabbing your phone. 

A small smile working its way across your lips as you read all the happy birthday messages. Searching for a message from one person in particular, your cheeks heating up a bright red when you see her contact with one unread message from her. With shaky fingers you quickly tap open the message thread. 

Your bottom lip falls between your teeth as you can’t help the giddiness that slowly consumes your entire being. Your skin warms as the blush works across your body sending shivers down your spine. The butterflies swirling around deep in your belly causing your heart to beat rapidly against your chest. Kicking your feet excitedly as you flop back into the depths of your pillows with your hands covering your face as you let out a small squeal. 

Glancing at the clock, 8:32 am, as you quickly scrabble to fix the bed head that is currently taking place on your head. Trying to make yourself look a little bit more presentable before you give her a call as you fix all the fly aways. Swiping your tongue across your lips before moving to make yourself comfortable. Tucking the blankets back around your waist as you fluff the pillows surrounding you. 

Going to unlock your phone only to be stopped midway. The steady knocking on the front door echos down the hall causing confusion to lace through your features. Reluctantly untucking yourself and padding your way down the hall. Clutching your phone in one hand as the other reaches for the door knob. Balancing on your tiptoes as you peek through your peephole. A small smirk working its way across your face as you quickly unlock the front door and swing it open. 

“Good morning, birthday girl. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” Finneas says as he stands there with a shit eating grin. His hair gently blows in the breeze as he holds out the bouquet of roses and an iced coffee with your name written in pretty cursive on it. The natural light shining down on the both of you causing you to slightly squint up at him. 

You offer him a soft shake of your head accepting the flowers and coffee. Taking a step to the side offering him to come in as you raise the roses up to your nose smelling the fresh flowers. A bashful smile lays on your lips as you see Finneas glancing down at you. 

“I had very strict instructions to deliver these to you, and to tell you that your second surprise will be delivered at 10 and for you to not do a single thing but lounge in bed until then.” He says with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Quirking your eyebrows up at him as you look up at him questionably. His smirk only grows. 

“My second surprise? What?” You ask as you motion for him to follow you into the kitchen. The cold tiles along the bottom of your feet do little to help the burning sensation taking over your skin. Not really sure what was happening but you don’t miss the excitement that is slowly building up deep in your belly. You have always loved surprises. Even as a child. Most people looked at you crazy anytime you would say that. Not being common for someone to like the feeling of not knowing what was to come, but for you, it always made you feel giddy and gave you a sense of adrenaline. The excitement ringing in your ears as your heart beats fast against your chest. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he was following you as you went to search for a vase. 

“Did you really think she wouldn’t have something up her sleeve? You know how she gets with birthdays.” He says with a deep chuckle. Biting back a smile as you quickly place the flowers in the vase. Grateful that your back was facing him, not wanting him to see how incredibly red your cheeks were from Billies thoughtful gift. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks like a burning flame. How was it that she was thousands and thousands of miles away and she still has you blushing like a little school girl experiencing your first crush all over again. She always made things feel like this. Always the smallest things meaning the biggest importance to her. Remembering your favorite flowers. The way you liked your coffee in the mornings. Always reminding you that she was always paying attention to the little things in the best ways.

“I don’t know, honestly no one has ever made my birthday feel important, so I guess I just wasn’t expecting anything.” You answer honestly with a shrug of your shoulders as you see the card that came with the flowers. Quickly turning over the card along the tips of your fingers as your eyes scan across the words written in black ink. Your fingertips firm along the edges as you hear Finneas’s soft huff behind you. 

good morning my love, 

your favorite sweet treat to start off your birthday right, and your favorite flowers just because I love you. Enjoy your morning baby, and please for the love of god, send me pictures of that gorgeous smile of yours today. I miss you so much. Happy birthday, Mamas. 

I love you always, 

B 

Gripping the card tightly to your chest as you feel your eyes begin to swell up. Your bottom lip quivering as you try and hold 'em back. It was the smallest, simplest thing to receive flowers but she made it feel so big. So high on her priority list to make sure you felt special even with her clear across an ocean. God, how desperately you wished she was here too.

“Well I can guarantee that you have nothing to worry about. No matter what, she will always find a way to make your birthday feel special.” Finneas replies before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Squeezing you tightly across your shoulders before he offers you a final, happy birthday, and leaving you to wait for your next surprise. 

Hearing your front door click shut you grab your drink and bounce your way back down the hall to your room. Checking the time on your phone and notice that it’s now almost 9 am you happily take Finneas orders and climb back into bed. Remembering Billies request for you to call her you dial the familiar number and wait impatiently as it rings. Your fingers fidgeting with the loose thread along the seem as you hear muffled sounds on the opposite end of the call. 

“Hi birthday girl.” You hear her soft sweet voice through the speakers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you bite back a smile. “Hi Bils, how are you?” You soft ask as you gently kick your feet under the covers. Sinking yourself lower into your bed as you lose yourself in conversation with her. Billie smirks to herself as she does a good job at distracting you from the truth of her plans for the day. Enjoying the small talk and light banter between the two of you.

After spending the majority of the hour on the phone with billie she finally tells you she has to go to get ready for sound check. With lingering i love you's, and promises to send her pictures throughout your day you say your final goodbye. 

With a soft sigh you check the time, your smile quickly returns as you notice it is almost ten o’clock. Kicking the blankets off your legs as you make your way into the bathroom. Running a brush through your hair and brushing your teeth. Glancing at yourself in the mirror with a pout on your lips you're not given much time to change your clothes as you hear more steady knocks on your front door. 

Excitement laces your features as you run to the front door. Gripping the door knob and swinging the door open, not bothering to check the peephole this time. Your smile drops only for a brief second before utter disbelief consumes you. 

“What the actual fuck? How are you here right now?” You half scream as you jump up and down in excitement. Standing there with her arms open wide is your childhood best friend. Haven’t not been able to travel back home as often as you would have liked from how busy your life got since you’ve moved to California. Without a second thought you run into her arms and squeeze her tight. 

“That girlfriend of yours made it all happen.” She states as she wraps her arms tightly around you as you gently rock back and forth refusing to let go. Pulling back briefly to take her in, noticing all the small changes about her. “Damn bitch, you dyed your hair darker?” You gasp. Running your fingers through her dark locks remembering the last time you saw her she wore a pretty burgundy shade. 

With a shrug of her shoulders and a coy smirk she holds you at arms length. “I needed a change. You know me. If I’m not changing my hair that means something is seriously wrong.” She laughed as she pulled you inside demanding a tour of your place. 

Bouncing around your place as you make sure to show her every corner. Sharing laughs and giddiness as you find yourselves cuddled up in your bed. Finally catching your breath as you look up at her. 

“So tell me everything.” You state as you scoot closer. A smile hung off your lips. 

“Look I’m sworn in. All I can say is she’s down bad for you girl. Like crazy in love. Wouldn’t let me handle any of the trip details. Told me my one job today was to make sure you had the best time.” She states as she copies your actions, scooting further into the pillows as she props her head up on her hand. Looking down at you as her smile matches yours. 

“But she did send me something to give to you.” Your best friend states with a quirk of her lips. With a quick glance across the room directing your attention to her bag that sat next to the door. Glancing over your shoulder as you eye her bag before looking back at her. Not fighting the smile that was laying across your cheeks. 

“She sent a gift?” You ask shyly. Your cheeks burn bright red as your best friend sits there with her cocky smirk. A nod of her head before she's gently pushing you out of the bed. “Go, go! I want to see what she got you!” She urges as you roll out of the bed and run over to her suitcase. The giddiness works its way across your skin leaving goosebumps in its trail. Gripping her suitcase tightly as you rush back over to your bed. Stopping right before the edge placing the bag on the bed. Glancing up at your best friend, taking a deep breath, your bottom lip sits between your teeth as you slowly unzip the zipper. 

At the top of her bag lay a perfectly wrapped present with a note sitting on top. You recognize Billie's handwriting as you feel the butterflies deep in your belly. 

my pretty girl, written across the write paper in black ink. 

With shaking hands you pick up the paper and open it slowly as your eyes scan over her messy handwriting. 

Now that you have successfully received your second surprise for your birthday, I want you to treat yourself to your favorite food, on me of course, and get yourself ready for your third surprise which will be ready for you at 3:00 pm today baby. Spend the day with your bestie and have as much fun as you possibly can! I insist.

I love you so much, and I hope you have the best time with your best friend. :ppp 

I know what you're thinking pretty. How did I manage to pull it off? Well I’ll never tell!! lol I’m surprised myself, if I'm being honest. It was so hard to keep it a secret from you, buuuuttt I knew it would make it ten times better if I did!! I want today to be absolutely perfect for you because you deserve nothing but the best, my love. 

Eat some good food for me baby, and have lots of fun! I can’t wait to hear about it all later! 

I love you always, 

B 

Glancing up through your lashes at your best friend, your cheeks burning as your lip still lays captured between your teeth. Swollen and red matching your cheeks. “Well what are you waiting for? You’re killing me. Open the present!” She gushes as she moves across the bed kneeling next to her suitcase. Taking Billie’s note out of your hands and laying it down next to her on the bed as she motions for you to continue.

The excitement radiating off the both of you as you rip the wrapping paper off the box.  Mouth hanging open as you stare at the neatly folded dress in the box. Your fingers running over the smooth material as your eyes swell up with tears. You couldn't believe your eyes. You didn't know how she even knew how badly you wanted this dress. The dress you've spent weeks staring at through your phone screen. Adding it to your wishlist the moment your eyes landed on it that warm sunny afternoon. You didn't notice her watching you as you laid curled up on her couch scrolling through your phone. Her smile growing wide as she watch your eyes sparkle with want as you read all the reviews of the dress. Making a mental note to one day get you that dress. She couldn't imagine you looking prettier in anything but it. Imagining how your smile would grow, how your cheeks would burn a rosy red as she begged you to twirl around for her wanting to take every inch of you in. Making quick, yet sneak work to glance at the website you were on and adding it to her notes app for later use.

You notice the small note card sitting onto of the white floral print dress. Picking up the card and toying with it between your fingertips your smile big as it works it's way across your cheeks.

A pretty dress for my pretty girl x

"Well what is it?!" Your best friend asks as she bounces up and down on her knees slightly losing her balance which causes you to lose yourselves in a fit of giggles as you pull the dress out of the box to show her.

After lounging around in your bed, gushing to your best friend about the dark haired blue eyed girl you were hopelessly in love with, you both can't deny the rumbles in your belly anymore. Deciding to order brunch from your favorite cafe near your apartment you both agree to spend the late morning doing self care and catching up on everything you've both missed out on. As the morning goes on you don't forget Billie's request and keep her updated on all your shenanigan's.

Once your bellies were full of delicious pancakes with warm sticky syrup you couldn't help the jitters ricocheting through your nerves. Needing to distract yourself from the realization you didn't have your girl with you on your special day, you decide to spend the afternoon showing your bestie around all your favorite places that you've discovered while living here. The internal desire to have her near you experiencing all this with you only made you miss her more, but Billie never fell short to show you how much she loved and missed being there with you. You were grateful for your best friend. You were beyond happy and thrilled that you at least had one of your girls here with you.

The sunlight warm and bright as you drive around town jamming out to all your favorite songs. Dancing around and singing at the top of your lungs with your best friend making your way closer and closer to one of your absolute favorite places. The bookstore. Welcoming the scent of new books and the coffee beans being roast in the small cafe that sat in the back corner you begin your browsing. Sharing all your favorite books and to be reads that you had sat in a neat pile on your desk back home with her. Discussing how you both always had a love for books and the endless possibilities of all the different worlds you could escape into that lay between the covers. Taking pictures off all the books that you soon wanted to add to your list your eyes land on something you just couldn't miss out on sharing with Billie. Your favorite book with a twist to it. Quickly snapping a picture and grabbing it off the shelf as you open up your message thread. Not realizing that you already had two unread messages from her you couldn't help the tingles that worked their way up your spine and through your fingertips as you saw her gorgeous smile on your screen. Trying to bite back the soft moan that desperately wanted to escape you return to the task at hand. Not before adding her selfie to your camera roll for you to admire more later.

Reading her last message as you feel the butterflies taking flight through your core. Heart skipping a beat at her reminder, you grip the hardback book tightly to your chest bouncing your way through the endless isles of books in search for your best friend. Glancing at the time on your phone noticing that it was almost two pm. Your mind wonders on what else Billie could have up her sleeve. Still trying to wrap itself around the fact that she already had surprised you with your favorite flowers and coffee this morning, to follow up with flying your best friend clear across the country to spend your birthday with you, you just couldn't imagine what else she could have planned. The tour causing her to be super busy you weren't even sure how she had the time to do what she already had done for you. You once again felt your cheeks heat up for what felt like the millionth time today you finally found your best friend in the mystery section, stating that she got sucked into this genre a couple months back when she had to read a certain author in her English class at uni.

She goes into detail about the book as you make your way to check out. Not missing a single detail of all the twist drama in the book as you welcome the warm rays on your skin continuing your journey to your car after making your purchase. Sliding your sunglasses up your nose as you turn the car over continuing your jam session as you shoot Maggie a text that you will be headed that way shortly. Chilling in the car as you show her the book you will be reading later tonight as you wait for Maggie to give you the go ahead to head that way.

After a few moments she replies back stating to head on over and to let yourselves in once you get there you buckle up and make the drive. The nerves setting in as you get closer and closer to your destination. Gripping the wheel tightly as you make the final turn onto her road. Your best friend sensing your nerves she reaches over and releases one of your hands from the wheel. Offering you a comforting squeeze along your fingers as you pull into the driveway. Taking a deep breath as you glance over at her using your free hand to tuck a few fallen pieces of hair that lay in your line of site.

"Do you know what it is?" You ask softly as you shut the car off and throw your keys into your bag. Turning in your seat to face her you don't miss her biting smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm sworn in remember?" She states as she squeezes your hand one final time before letting go and leading the way out of the car.

You swore you could feel your heart beating in your ears as you lock your car and lead the way up the driveway. Your bestie hot on your tail as you reach the front door. Before you could wrap your hand around the door knob you feel her hand on your lower back.

"Don't worry you're gonna love it!" She gushes in your ear. You could feel her smile as you get the final gust of encouragement to swing open the door and lead her into the home you've been in countless of times. Shark bounces his way down the hallway at the sound of the door opening wagging his tail excitedly as he notices you in the walk way. Giving him a quick pat on the head and soft scratch behind the ears as you wave your friend to follow you into the house. Confusion laces your features as the house is dead silent. Eyebrows furrowing as you glance back at you bestie.

"I wonder where she is? She told me it was okay for us to head over," You quietly ask as you round the corner leading into the dining room. Your stopped dead in your tracks the moment you rounded the corner at the view set up in front of you.

Standing there in the middle of the dining room is your beautiful girlfriend, who should be across the ocean getting ready for her upcoming shows, but instead is standing right in front of you wearing the biggest smirk across her face. Her eyes wide and bright with happiness as she captures her bottom lip between her teeth. Her baggy clothes hanging off her perfectly has her dark hair is slightly hidden under the cap she chose to wear today. Her hands buried in her jean pockets as she gently rocks her self back and forth on the heels of her feet.

Her eyes are quick to glance you up and down. Finally being able to witness your prettiness first hand in the dress she bought you. The tension in the air is thick as you continue to stand there gawking in shock. You are absolutely taken over with disbelief being stuck in place as your eyes refuse to believe she's actually here. Taking everything in, from the soft dim lighting that was set in the back ground to the soft hum of the background music she had set to play. You hear Maggies soft chuckle echo from the kitchen into the dining room. The balloons handing neatly along the arch ways of the door leading to the kitchen catch your attention for a brief second. You hear the soft clanks of utensils and cabinet doors being open and shut as she finishes up the task she was working on in there.

Bille's soft chuckle pulls your attention back to her. Her lips soon moistened by her tongue as she swipes it across her swollen lips.

"You gonna just stand there starin' or are you gonna come give me a hug, birthday girl?" She questions as she pulls her hands out of her pockets and motions for you to make your way into her arms.

Not wasting another second before you rush into her embrace. Welcoming her sweet scent and familiar tug of her arms as she pulls you tighter against her. Your face deep in her neck as she squeezes you tightly.

"God I fucking missed you pretty." She whispers into your hair as you feel her lips leave a gentle kiss to your temple. Refusing to let go as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"How-How are you here right now? You have shows, and you should- you should be across an ocean right now?" You mutter as you don't stop the hot tears from breaking the damn. You body slightly shakes in her hold as you finally got the one thing you desperately wanted for your birthday. Her.

Pulling back slightly and brushing your fallen bangs out of your face she flickers her gaze across your features. Reaching up and gently brushing her fingertips across your cheek she can't help the burning desire to kiss your rosy lips. Cupping your cheek and pulling you closer gently brushing her nose against yours.

"Did you really think I would miss your birthday?" She asks as she looks up at you through her dark lashes. Her bright blue eyes twinkling with lust and love as your hands lay on her hips. Gripping her tightly, scared that if you blinked even once she would disappear and that this would all be a dream. With a shake of your head and a small smile that works its way across your lips. Forgetting everything else around you and only focusing on her body pressed across yours and her fingers that are slowly tangling themselves in the hair at the base of your neck. Gently pulling you down to her.

You feel her minty breath brush across your lips as her smile matches yours. "Happy birthday, angel." She whispers across your lips before capturing them with hers in a passionate kiss. A kiss that had your heart stopping and your breath catching. Thoughts running wild as you loose yourself into her. Lips tangling as you tilt your head deepening the kiss. Not missing the low groan that leaves her lips as she grips your head tighter. Her forehead lays against yours as she pulls apart to give you both a chance to catch your breathes.

Reaching down and tangling her fingers with yours. The blush evident on your cheeks as you glance back at your best friend who is just standing there with a huge shit eating grin on her face. Phone in hand as she had been recording the entire thing the moment you stepped in the door. Per Billies request of course, not wanting you to miss out on watching this sweet moment later tonight.

"C'mon me and Mom made you a cake, and Finneas and Claudia are here too! Dad's out back setting up the table for us to eat and watch you open your presents." She whispers against your lips before laying a quick peck on the corner of your mouth. Squeezing your hand as she takes a step back motioning for the both of you to follow her. Glancing between Billie and your best friend you couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Shaking your head as you quickly pull her back in for one more kiss.

"You're all unbelievable you know that? You sneaky lil thing you." You mumble as you cup her cheek. It was Billies turn to feel her cheeks heat up. Her once porcelain skin heats up to a pretty pink as she meets your gaze. Bottom lip caught between her teeth as she offers you a suggestive shrug of her shoulders.

"Just wanted you to have the best day baby. Even if it meant I only got to spend a couple hours of your birthday with you. I couldn't stand being away from you. Not today love." She admits softly her ring covered fingers brushing across your smooth skin as she flicks her gaze up to yours.

"Thank you," You whisper as you notice her orbs getting even softer than before. "Thank you for everything Bils. I-I had so much fun today, and somehow it just keeps getting better." You admit.

Your smiles both growing bigger as you finally let her lead you guys into the kitchen to be greeted with even more hugs and smiles from the people you call family. Soft touches and warm kisses are stolen and shared between the two of you as the night progresses. Not wasting a moment as you spend the remainder of your birthday wrapped up in your girlfriend's arms sharing endless laughs and pieces of cake with the people who now call family.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Helloooo can you do a fic in the jaehyun tiktok series with the trend that’s going around of gfs giving their bfs a note that says “ if you don’t smile I’ll give you head “ hahahaha

honestly anon go ahead and give your brain a kiss for me bc I saw this trend and it didn't cross my mind to write about it ily

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ don't smile... ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: MDNI, f!reader, dirty talk, tiktok trend, literally a prank revolving around giving head)

What better way was there to cure your boredom than scrolling through TikTok? It just happened to be rather unfortunate for your boyfriend that your time on TikTok usually went hand in hand with his torment. Hmmm, sucked for him but not for you!

While fratboy!Jaehyun was busy watching some basketball game on the screen you duh around his bedside table for a stack of sticky notes you were sure you'd left here. You pulled one from the stack, grabbing a pen and giggling madly while you wrote out the note. An extra pretty note in your finest, curliest cursive and decorated with hearts and stars.

You stood from his bed, shuffling over to your boyfriend and extending the note. His eyes had been locked on the screen watching as the team he had money on scored yet another point from the free throw line. "You good, sweetheart?" He asks, not having caught sight of the note quite yet. Well, he hasn't even taken his eyes off the screen.

Jaehyun groaned as the third quarter came to an end, finally turning his attention to you. He missed the sneaky smirk on your face and your camera pointed right at him, but his attention was on the light yellow square of paper you were holding out to him.

His brows scrunched as he read your loopy scrawl on the paper, 'don't smile and I'll give you sloppy toppy later :)'.

He can hear you giggling, see the smile on your face in his peripheral vision, but right now he's focused on the dresser that holds his TV. His brows are furrowed, cheeks taut, and lips puckered as he tries not to smile. But come on, can you blame a guy? Your beautiful girlfriend comes with a note offering a blowjob and he's expected to not be excited? Give him a break.

Your giggles bubbled into laughter while you watched him try to suppress a smile. His eyes were focused, rolling his lips into a frown in the hopes that it would help keep a smile from popping out. His dimples were on full display and you couldn't help but cup his cheek at the sight.

You cooed through your laughter, "so what do you think, baby?"

Jaehyun moved away from your touch, turned his head away from you, hoping that not looking at you would make this easier. You laughed harder as he spoke, his words completely contradicting the upset look on his face, "I think it sounds like a great idea."

You pinched his cheek and let out what sounded a lot like a cackle when you saw the corners of his lips turn up for just a single second, it was paired with a loud, "fuck! No!"

You stopped recording there, leaning in to kiss his cheek with a soft laugh, "I'm feeling generous. I'll still give you head later, baby."

He stood up with the brightest smile, tugging you into his arms, whooping and cheering, "let's go!"

You could vaguely hear one of the guys yelling down the hall, "Bro, your team just fucking lost and you owe me 100 bucks, why are you cheering?" Little did they know...

[inkdrinkerworld]

Oh my god post-prison spencer and sunshine!reader is my new favorite 🥹

Can I request how spencer would react if something goes wrong in one of their cases and reader is held hostage/taken? I imagine she would be shaken ofc and spencer would comfort her after

canon level violence, reader has dislocated her shoulder and was concussed while also trying to fight off the feelings that are rapidly developing for spencer, and spencer doesn't give a fuck about her fighting their attraction

“Unlock the door, Y/n.” Spencer’s outside your door, he has been for the last couple of days. You’d been injured in the field, a concussion and a dislocated shoulder that had come from the unsub taking you during what would’ve been his take down. 

You’d been dispatched from the hospital last week after being less than attractive to the doctor who wanted to keep you there for longer. 

You’d answered texts and calls from your co-workers, but you’d been ignoring Spencer. 

“Go away Spencer, you’re supposed to be in Nebraska.” you were consulting on a case the team is currently on, so he can’t lie. 

He doesn’t try to, like you’d suspected, “I asked Emily to stay behind, you aren’t doing well.” 

You sigh on the other side of the door, relenting because you know that he won’t leave. 

“How can I help you?” You’re a little less than polite, but Spencer doesn’t seem to care. He knows what it’s like to be sidelined from the team due to injury and be upset about it. 

“Well first, you can let me in, I may look strong but these arms were not made to hold more than five bags at a time.” he’s as tender as he always is and it softens you. 

Stepping aside, you let Spencer in. Your apartment is clean, you’ve been surviving off delivery breakfasts and take out lunches, you can’t raise your hand high, so cooking is a no. 

You’re not worried about your attire, you’re in a green tank top with ’save the planet’ embroidered in cursive with a sick earth just beneath it, and a pair of cotton shorts that hit just above your knee- the heat in the city was driving you crazy and you also didn’t have the energy to try for more clothes- certainly not without upsetting your shoulder some more.

If Spencer is surprised by your outfit, he says nothing. You’re hardly surprised by his, a purple shirt tucked neatly into his dress pants and smart shoes; you’re not sure how he’s managed a perfect outfit in this heat.

Spencer sets the bags down and begins the task of taking out all the things inside- he pulls out packages of various nuts, passion fruit juices and a mountain of those clear, plastic bowls filled with fruit. 

“You didn’t have to buy pre-cut fruit; I know it’s more expensive that way.” You say to him, finding a bit of trouble pushing yourself into the chair you have at your kitchen island. 

Spencer sets down the plastic bags and moves around the countertop to help you, “I cut them myself, they didn’t have the ones you like in the grocery store.” 

You’re stunned silent, the bowls are full of watermelon, cantaloupes, orange quarters, mangoes, grapes and pineapple. All your favourites cut exactly the way you liked. Spencer must’ve spent around a hundred dollars just getting the fruit alone, maybe even more if the number of grapes is anything to go off of. 

“Spencer, you didn't have to.” He shrugs, his eyes searching your face. 

“How’s your head? Have you been feeling dizzy or having double vision?” It’s not easy to lie to Spencer, doubly so when he’s standing before you and staring at you so intensely. 

“The dizziness comes and goes, mostly when I’m in the shower.” You say honestly, and Spencer frowns. 

“You could’ve told me,” you blow a raspberry and pull the bowl full of mangoes towards you. 

“You would’ve made me go back to the hospital; I don’t like the smell of them.” you chew on a piece of mango while Spencer carries on assessing you. 

He notes that the mottling on your shoulder has gone down significantly, now it’s just purple and a little blue. Your eyes don’t appear unfocused, and Spencer is glad for it. “I wouldn’t have.”

“So, what’s your verdict, Doc?” you ask, shutting the lid on the mangoes before you burn through the entire container. 

“You’re not concussed, I think your dizziness in the shower is from you moving your shoulder too much and agitating it.” Spencer presses a light fingertip into the bruised skin and you hiss, batting his hand away making him laugh. 

You hum, “So what? I just never shower again? In the middle of this heatwave? I’d rather die.”  

“I forget how dramatic you can be.” Spencer shakes his head, “Or, you could’ve called me, or Penelope and either one of us could’ve given you a sponge bath.” 

You make your eyebrows dance, “You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you Spence?” He rolls his eyes, tugging on the braid your hair is in. 

“How’d you do that?” he asks, helping you off the chair and leading you into your kitchen. 

Your face is red hot, “I bribed my neighbour’s kid to do it for pumpkin bread the minute my arm is out the sling.” 

Of course you did, you might be sunshine incarnate, but Spencer knows everyone has a spot they don’t want others to see- this is yours. You don’t want anyone in your team viewing you as incapable or in need when they should see you as capable and able to do every facet of your job. 

“I can help you make the bread tonight if you want something to do when the case is over.” 

You tilt your head, watching Spencer look around your cupboards for a glass. “Top left cabinet,” you say and he nods, smiling when he finds a glass covered in stickered ladybugs. 

Spencer fills it almost to the top with passion fruit juice and passes it to you. 

“Are you staying the night, Spencer Reid?” you take a sip and sigh in delight, it’s been a while since you’ve had passion fruit juice, you’re not entirely sure how Spencer knew it was your favourite. 

“If you let me, it isn’t good for you to be by yourself and the more you strain your shoulder, the longer it’ll take for you to get back in the field.”

An impish smile tugs at your lips, your eyes gleaming with a mischievousness Spencer hardly thought you possessed, “So what you’re saying is, you miss me desperately and will sacrifice your hatred of germs and touching other people just to ensure I’m back in Quantico at your earliest convenience?” 

A call from Penelope cuts through the fat of your question, making you laugh when Spencer rushes to answer it and slides you a mock glare that you know is just for show. 

“Yeah, Penelope, what have you got? Y/n and I are here,” well, there’s no escaping his presence now. You find you don’t mind it quite so much, your beginning aims of not falling for him is shredding more and more as the months go on.