#but yea people look at me funny when they ask for my phone number or address and i take out my phone to check

[syrips]

me when i forget my acc/password, personal info, or anything that people expect me to remember permanently: life is pain. i hate this. there is no joy in this sorrow. memories are the sands of time, slipping through the unknown threads of false hope.

me when i forget i have food on my table: omg free cookies!!

[whowantslovergirl]

An: this picture is very dear to my heart

Celebrity Crush

Kate Martin x influencer! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: reader goes to umich, cursing, this was before the umich vs iowa game and let’s pretend it was a home game for Michigan, reader is a beauty influencer, Kate being whipped, timeline of the relationship 😝 wbb masterlist

Summary: Kate goes on live saying the famous beauty influencer N/n L/n is her celebrity crush

posted: July 25, 2024

The question that started it all:

Jada was live and Kate was seen in the background listening and scrolling on her phone. Jada was looking through the comments trying to find something to respond to.

katemartinsgf: who’s yall celebrity crush??

“My celebrity crush is my boyfriend. What about you Kate?” She looked up. “What?”

“Who’s your celebrity crush?” She got up with a smile super excited to talk about you.

“It’s that one girl, she goes to umich and she does like day in the life and like get ready with me’s. I forgot her name!”

The comments immediately knew who she was talking about.

user1: OMG N/N L/N

user2: ITS N/N L/N

user3: OMG N/N L/N I LOVE HER SHES SO FUNNY

user4: N/N L/N

“Everyone’s saying N/n L/n.”

“Yes, that’s her! She’s so pretty oh my god.” Kate talked about you the whole live.

That one clip went viral, but you never seen it.

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You were scrolling on TikTok, and your notifications went crazy. People kept tagging you in this video, but you never checked it and just silenced mentions.

Thank God your friend asked if you wanted to go to the basketball game next week.

How N/n and Kate met:

“Hey guys! So today we are going to a basketball game. A girls basketball game because women sports are better and more entertaining.” You were vlogging your time before, during, and after the game and you were with your friend in the wolverine colors.

“Who’s playing?” You ask your friend.

“I think Iowa and I heard that they’re good so this will be fun.” They responded.

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“So we’re getting some snacks from the vending machine because the food that they sell is-.” Your friend cut you off.

“Fucking terrible! Omg did I tell you when I literally got food poisoning from it? Almost died for real.” You were shocked because they never told you that. They laughed at your reaction.

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While you guys were getting snacks the Iowa team were coming into the locker room. While they were walking Kate saw you at the vending machine and freaked out.

“Jada! Jada! Look who’s at the vending machine!” She looked and started going crazy with Kate. Gabbie saw this and just had to ask. “Why are yall freaking out?” They just pointed to the vending machine.

“Oh my god! Is that N/n L/n?!” They nodded out of excitement.

“Kate get her number!” Jada exclaimed. Kate looked at her with wide eyes. “What! No!”

“Why not? Just go!” She pushed Kate and you saw her, and it looked like she tripped so you went up to her.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” She looked up and widened her eyes. “Yea yea I’m fine thanks for asking.” You looked at her and your jaw actually dropped. Her height alone was very attractive and her eyes oh my. "Oh ok, wait are you on Iowa?"

"Uh yea I was just going to the locker room."

"Oh well I'm Y/n or N/n whatever you feel comfortable with."

"I'm Kate." She smiled and turned to Jada; Jada mouthed "get her number now!" She turned back to you. "Do you think I can get your number?" You raised your eyebrows, and you looked shocked. "If you're not into girls its fine I'll just go-."

"No, it's fine and yea you can get my number." You gave it to her and went back to your friend who was recording the whole thing. Jada was jumping up and down out of excitement when Kate came back.

After the game you started editing your video and left in your interaction with Kate and the comments went crazy.

user5: I just know Kate is happy asf 💀

user6: AHHHH IT HAPPENED

user7: our dream came true guys

user8: they better get together istg

user9: this cured my depression

First facetime:

You and Kate have been texting back and forth with each other even if you guys live a few states apart it never stopped you guys from liking each other. Then you suggested that you guys should facetime more, and Kate freaked out.

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"She wants to facetime! Do I look okay?" Kate asked Jada as she was trying to fix her hair. "Yes, Kate you look fine."

Then you called. "Oh my god she's calling!"

"Then answer it, Kate."

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"Hey N/n"

"Hey Kate. Wait I feel like you should have a nickname too." She smiles. "Oh yea? What should it be?" You shrugged. "I don't know like martin the martian or something." She busted out laughing. "Extra points for creativity N/n." You smile. "Thanks! Really thought about it."

You guys fell asleep on the phone together.

When Kate and Y/n finally became girlfriend and girlfriend:

Kate was planning to fly to Michigan to visit you and you were very happy. Her plane just landed, and you are almost on your way to pick her up.

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You saw her come out and got out of the car to hug her. You jumped in her arms, and she dropped her bag.

"Hey N/n."

"Hey martin the martian." You guys got in the car and drove to your apartment.

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You guys are watching a movie, and you guys were on the part where the guy asks the girl to be his girlfriend. "That is so cute. So simple but so cute." You said and Kate looked at you. "So, you don't want anything extravagant?" You shook your head. "I feel like something private between two people is better than something public."

"So do you want to be my girlfriend?" You look at her in shock. "Are you serious?!" She nodded. "Yea I'll be your girlfriend." You smiled.

When Y/n surprised Kate:

You and Kate haven't seen each other in three months. Since it was winter it was very hard to find a flight that wasn't getting delayed or cancelled but luckily you found one and are on your way to Iowa now.

You told Kate that there was a big snowstorm coming and you couldn't come until next week. That was obviously a lie. You were informed by Caitlin that there was a team dinner tonight and you should surprise her there. Right now, you are vlogging your trip to Iowa and now in a hotel room with Caitlin. "Alright guys I'm in Iowa right now with Cait." "Hey everybody!" She yelled. "But we are getting ready for the team dinner and surprise Kate. So, this will cut to when we're ready."

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"Hey guys so Y/n is still not ready so I will be occupying you guys." Cait said while setting up the camera. Before she can you came in. "Oh my god she's here guys."

"I did not take that long!" Cait just rolled her eyes. You picked up the camera. "Ok so we are going to show our outfits even though they're basic black dresses." You flipped the camera to show Cait and she started posing dramatically. Then took the camera to show you and you did the same thing you both laughed, and it cut to you hiding in the bathroom of the restaurant.

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"Right now, I'm hiding in the bathroom waiting for my signal." You said while whispering. "Jada is going to knock on the stall and Ima come out. We are doing it after dinner so I'm going to be here for about an hour but it's fine because I'm playing episode, and this story is so good oh my." After an hour passed Jada knocked on the stall and you rushed out and Jada was holding your camera. "Is it recording?" You shook your head and turned it on. "She was literally talking about you the whole dinner." You laughed. "No really, she was like 'I miss N/n' 'I'm seeing her next week, but I wanted to see her today.' You took the camera from Jada.

"Yall heard that? My bae loves me."

"No, she actually does guys." You and Jada laughed.

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The team was getting ready to leave when Coach said they're going to take a picture. Lisa was in on it, and she saw you and asked to take a picture. "Hey, can you take a picture of us?" She says smiling. "Yea of course." Kate recognized your voice but didn't turn around because you're not here anyway. You took her phone to take the picture and Kate's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. You took the picture. "We should retake it because Kate's face ruins the photo." You said laughing. She ran up to hug you. "What about the snowstorm?"

"Babe there was no snowstorm."

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When you guys got home you went to edit the video after spending time with Kate and the team. "What are you titling it?"

'Surprising my Iowa bae'

She laughed and you posted it.

user10: this is so cute omg

user11: I LOVE THEM OMG

user12: THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT????

N/nreplied: girl where you been 🧍‍♀️

Random N/n and Kate video:

You and Kate were going to eat dinner together. They got Culvers when Kate had an idea for a video. They were going to eat while answering questions.

"Hello everyone, today we are going to be answering questions that you guys have. I was going to do something like this, but Kate wanted to do a video so bad."

"Not true." You just looked at her. "Okay before she starts lying even more, we are going to start."

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"Alright them what you got babe." Kate started showing her food. I got the cod fish burger withe extra tartar sauce with fries and a lemonade."

"She has to be healthy because she's an athlete or whatever, But I got a double butter burger with a large fry and a large Dr. Pepper. Also, some vanilla custard." She looked at you. "You're so big."

"Shut up! Ok let's eat and answer your questions!"

What's one thing you guys like about each other? And one thing you hate?

"I like Kate's smile and I hate when she makes a joke and she like looks around to make sure you laughed, and she always looks a dad waiting for his kids to laugh with like a huge smile on her face." She was laughing. "No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"My favorite thing about N/n is her humor and one thing I hate is how she makes fun of me." That made you burst out laughing. "I don't make fun of you." She looked at the camera with her jaw dropped. "Shes lying to you."

Favorite memory of each other?

They both were silent, trying to think of their favorite memory. "I don't really have one." Kate said and you nodded. "We only been dating for like six months-."

"Seven." Kate corrected. "Sorry seven months and we only spent like four of those together, so we don't really have that much." You shrugged.

First impression of each other?

"When I first saw N/n for the first time I freaked out you can ask Jada. I freaked out."

"Was that the first time you saw me in person?" She nodded.

"My first impression of Kate was I thought she was clumsy because I thought she tripped and then seeing her up close I was very attracted to her."

"Awwww you love me!" You rolled your eyes at her statement.

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After a few more questions, you ended the video and posted it without editing.

user13: them arguing is hilarious

user14: N/n and Kate world domination

user15: KATE CALLING N/N BIG BYEEEE

user16: i love their relationship like when is it my turn :(

The WNBA draft:

"Good morning! Today is the WNBA draft and Kate is getting drafted-."

"We don't know that for sure!"

"Shut up!" You wanted to vlog Kate drafted because you know it's going to happen. "Kate doesn't think she's getting drafted, but I believe that my bae is getting drafted."

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"Ok guys were getting ready and looks who's here!" You pan the camera to Jada and Gabbie, and they cheered. "So, I know some people here, but I never really watched college sports since I met Kate soo and from the people I had seen so far. By far the most attractive women I ever seen." Everyone laughed. "So yall know the drill we are going to be ready after this cut."

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"Look at us!' Kate exclaimed. "We are on our way to the draft guys. I'm so excited!" You said.

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"So, we are in our seats, and I don't know if I'm allowed to film so you guys are in my lap." You whispered. "We are almost done on the first round of picks and Kate will be chosen the second round."

"You don't know that." She whispered back and you just ignored her.

"She will be picked."

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On the 17th pick you are starting to get nervous because Kate didn't get chosen yet. They are about to announce the 18th pick for the Las Vegas Aces.

"For the 18th pick of the 2024 WNBA draft the Las Vegas Aces select.... Kate Martin." You screamed out of joy and jumped up causing your camera to fall. You hugged and kissed her with a huge smile on your face. You picked up your camera real fast so you can film Kate holding the jersey.

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"My Martin the Martian is a Las Vegas Ace!!!" You screamed in the camera with an Aces hat on. "Guys didn't I say she was going to get picked? Yea and guess what happened? She got picked!"

Since you were so happy you completely forgot that Kate will be all the way in Las Vegas.

user17: YESSSSSS SHES AN ACE

user18: I love how supportive N/n is 😍

user19: THE CAMERA BYEEEE

user20: so cute :)

Kate surprising Y/n:

It has been four months since Kate and Y/n been apart. They're still going strong because they're used to doing a long-distance relationship, but they miss each other dearly. Kate been planning on surprising you in Michigan when she goes to play a game there and she filmed most of it so you can post it.

‘Martin the Martian takeover’

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“Hey guys so I am going to surprise N/n today because she doesn’t know I’m going to Michigan. Since she graduated she is doing her masters online which is amazing clap it up for my girl.” She started clapping. “She’ll add clapping sounds don’t worry guys.”

“But anyway I’m on my way to Michigan now and I’m very excited to see her cause I haven’t seen her in like four months.”

“She tells us all the time!” Aja exclaimed in the background. Kate looked at the camera and ended the video.

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Kate is in Michigan and you are at your parent’s house just until the apartment you have gets ready for you. Your parents know that Kate is coming over and it’s killing your mom that she can’t tell you.

You got a call from Kate and you answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey N/n I sent you a little present and it says it delivered say can you check if it’s there?” You had a confused look on your face. “Ok?”

You went downstairs to see if the ‘present’ is there. You opened the door and screamed. Kate was right there filming your reaction. “Look babe I’m vlogging!” You laugh and jumped into her arms. “I missed you.” You mumbled into her shoulder. “I missed you too baby.”

“I actually got you a gift though.” She took her jersey and some tickets out of her bag. “There’s three if you want to invite your parents or friends.” You teared up. “Thank you Kate.” You give her a kiss. She ended the video and you guys hung out before you guys went to the game she left a little earlier but you were still there.

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Kate sent you the videos she made and you edited and posted ‘Martin the Martian takeover’

user21: the fact that she vlogged this knowing that N/n would want a video I LOVE THEM

user22: no they’re honestly the cutest

user23: yall better marry each other 🙄

user24: i love them

By the way this was all because Kate said N/n is her celebrity crush.

An: ending was ass BUT HOPED YOU ENJOY MY LOVERS 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[captain-n-crunchies]

Sah- De not Sade

Earthy Black reader x Denki Kaminari

Music. The one thing even I wouldn't give up for the world, to pop, to neo-soul, to even metal; I've been finding new artist recently at this record store by my apartment, the store is just a small business ran by a family of 4, their daughter has been with me since I was a kid moving to Japan because my dad got a new hero job was difficult; culture shock.

It's honestly too hot to be walking the street today, June heat and the fact my summer outfits ain't even giving just made my mood dop, then it some boy with yellow hair staring at me like I'm some newly discovered species!? Turing my head to look at the boy he just smiles and waves, a little taken back I just wave and speed walk into the record store, my best friend told me a new shipment of records from my favorite artist came in! SADE, even though it's a old album they vinyl was brand new got the cd in too! combing my finger through each album to grow my collection from Miseducation of Lauryn Hill to BLONDE by Frank Ocean even a CDs of Snoop Dogg and Selena was littered across each table. Picking up a Sade album when the werido from early comes up to me

" You like Sade? She's my-"

" I'm sorry but who is Sade?

" The woman on the album, Sade?" He looks just as confused as me.

" Baby this is SAH- DE not Sade hun"

"... Im pretty sure it not sah-dey but I like her music that one song-

" How she your favorite artist but you can't pronounce the band name?

... He just stares at me and pulls out his phone trying to prove me wrong with a recording of her saying her name, when she starts is smug smirk turns into a frown and I giggle at his deflated expression.

" Oh... it is sah-de and they are a band? I thought that was her name?"

" It's her stage name but also the band name, i dont undertsna d it either but she been my favorite singer since I was kid"

Fo the next few minutes we talk about our music taste, and I know I called him a werido before but, he's kind of cool getting past his confident mistake. I pay for my album, and he asks me if I had a boyfriend.

" And if I don't?"

" Then my plan worked and I could ask you out duhh"

" And if I dont accept"

His face turns a little gloomy making me giggle more as he lists all the reasons that going on a date with him would be worth my wild, I accept, and he slips me his number as I write my number down on his hand

" So, what plan did you have?"

" I heard the music in your headphones and I knew the band right, seeing you pick the album I acted like I didnt know her name"

" So...you lied?"

" And it worked idnt it" He boost a smirk on his face widen as i roll m eyes and chuckle"

" Your funny, a liar but funny you what's your name again?

" Denki, yours"

" y/n"

He writes a smiley face next to my number and name on his hand and we wave goodbye, I heard him say to a friend group that was waiting on him that he talked to me, and they laughed at him off as he tries to convince them.

" But it true! She even told me the band's name and everything!"

" Yea right and I'm Beyonce, now let's go before Aizawa beats our ass for missing training"

Snickering at the thought I walk aback home, a new boy in my mind as Kiss of Life plays through my ears.

A.N: ( I dont like the " Sade aesthetic " girlies because they all white with bad fashion sense. I make my claim with the fact I heard 5 people in my life say Sade name and band name wrong... THEY THOUGHT I WAS LYING TOO! But hope y'all like it! Love y'all <3

[hanakihan]

thanks to Vlad and his videos about pretending to be a girl at Omegle (plz check it out it’s pure comedy material) me and homies created cracked AU

so like Jinchul coming from orphanage is really proficient in girly things because he was really close to girls during his orphanage years. Girls found him pretty enough to drag into their circle to try make up on him or just style his hair plus with younger girls he usually ended up the one to style their hair at mornings. He also had friends among boys but boys mostly avoided him because he looked different and was mostly by himself.

So anyway after leaving orphanage Jinchul still kept in touch with others from orphanage from time to time. And one day they gathered for drinks and jinchul lost probably the most dumb bet in his life and he absolutely forgot that betting against group of girls IS a death or life gambling.

So yea he lost and they decided to remember old times so they dress him as a girl and for amusement and funny reactions make him go on Omegle or shit and so jinchul plays really convincing lady until he lets out his real voice and that fun continues for serval hours while his friends die on background from laughter. Jinchul isn’t uncomfortable but it makes him feel awkward because many actually complemented how pretty she looks.

And then randomly they end up connecting with jinwoo and his company and jinchul just starts to sweat nervously because what the actual fuck hunter sung is doing here with his sister and his friend—

jinchul is always this close to failure because his voice just keeps cracking and stuttering and he’s panicking and feels his face continuing become redder and redder because it’s jinah, jinho and songyi doing all the talk and jinwoo just stares at him with ✨suspicion✨ until jinwoo just opens his mouth and asks for phone number and jinchul finally freaks out by making a weird squeaking voice and turning connection off.

Days pass jinchul is kinda panicking around jinwoo because he just keeps staring at him from time to time as if trying to connect the dots (he hopes he won’t).

Jinwoo: Chief, I would be really grateful if you’ll help me find one lady, I would really like to meet her.

Jinchul, sweating nervously: how about N O

Funny thing jinwoo did eventually stumble upon group of girls he saw hanging with that lady and approached them asking if they know how he can contact their friend. They are this close to laugh their asses off but agree to organize a ‘date’ and later jinchul just wants to murder them but he can’t because he cared for them during orphanage years goddamnit.

So yea they actually meet, jinchul dies inside almost entire time (god I hope he won’t notice my mana signature god—), jinchul jokes about being a rather tall lady (and dying inside) and honestly when he’s home he just falls backwards right on door like ‘holy fucking hell’

And then next time he and jinwoo meet at KHA jinwoo like a true little shit admits that he figured out its jinchul because of same mannerisms and stuff plus it’s a national trend now that a local man dresses like a lady perfectly only to give people heart attacks with his real voice. Jinchul dying inside and asking why the meeting then and jinwoo just admits that he wanted to see top tier levels of disguise that Chief Woo is able to pull out (and also to witness him panicking entire time because it’s hilarious)

[yunhowifeu]

Snowball

The8 x fem!reader

Word count: 660+

Warnings: None

About: A normal day with friends outside until y/n meets a guy in an embarrassing situation.

I'm y/n and it’s snowing outside, so I decided to go out with my friends today and play in the snow. My friend group consists of 2boys and 1 other girl. 

Ryan: we’re waiting!

Y/n: I know I know, almost done!

I get done getting ready.

——————————————————————————————

We’re outside walking to a near park and there’s a few shops around still open.

May: let’s go get some coffee!

Leo: come on, why? Let’s get hot chocolate

Y/n: why are we drinking hot beverages if we are gonna be outside the whole night anyways?

Ryan: that’s what I’m saying

May: oh come on, what’s wrong with craving something warm when it’s cold outside?

Y/n: I guess you’re right

We decided to get coffee and went to the park to sit on a bench.

I was about to sit down when I felt someone throw a snowball at me.

I turned around quickly and they were all running away.

I put my coffee down on a little table next to the bench where everyone else put their coffees before running away.

I ran behind them and started throwing snowballs.

It became a snowball fight between girls vs boys.

May and I ran back to our bench giggling and crouched.

I saw them carefully coming our way so I threw a big snowball.

Turns out I don’t have the best aim.

I was having too much fun that I didn’t realize there were people in the bench next to ours and accidentally hit the back of one of the guys head.

There were 4 guys and I hit a tall guy with dark brown hair.

When he turned around I was too concentrated on his face that I forgot what I had just done.

Wow he was handsome.

I then saw from the corner of my eye, Ryan and Leo covering their mouths laughing. Then I get nudged by May.

Y/n: I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you

I said while standing up and bowing

?: just be more careful next time

Y/n: yea

Wow he was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous indeed.

I saw him smirk

and his friends looking my way

They all stood up

?: are you trying to have a staring contest with me or what?

Y/n: oh no I’m sorry

He grabbed my hands before I could turn around, then shook them.

?: I’m Xu Minghao, you should stop saying sorry about everything, it’s fine, now if you’ll excuse us, we need to get going.

I just stood there trying to process what just happened while he starts walking away.

May: Wait!

Y/n: what are you doing, you better not say anything dumb

She smiled 

They looked back

May: She would like your number!

They walked back to us

Minghao: who’s?

Y/n: haha funny May, so funny, don’t listen to her

I forced a smile and dragged her the opposite way until I felt a hand grab my wrist.

Minghao: here

He showed me his phone number on his phone.

I just stood there again, not moving an inch.

Minghao: I usually don’t give people my number but you seem quite adorable.

He smiled

Minghao: unless you’re rejecting me right now, you don’t have to save my number, I’d just like to get to know you better

Omg what is wrong with me!? Snap out of it.

Y/n: oh yeah of course I’d like that too

I took my phone out of my purse and we exchanged phone numbers

He smiled again.

Y/n: UGH stop smiling! You’re killing me!

No no no, I said that out loud!! 

I covered my mouth quickly.

The other guys giggled and he gave a small laugh and smirked

Minghao: I’m sorry, can’t help it

I think I might scream and cry right then and there.

Minghao: text me later

He smiled, waved and walked away

May: you’re welcome

She walked towards Ryan and Leo proudly

Y/n: you’re so annoying!

I threw a snowball at her

And there we go again with the snowball fight

I hope you guys enjoyed it! My inbox is empty so be free to request or ask for anything <3

[diaryofageminivenus]

no. 11 - hood

sigh, I gained another body yall. this was a body that was caught during a time of extreme horniness. now I do like him, but I was supposed to link with him months ago and just got around to doing him. this is a pretty short story and you'll see why as you keep reading.

lets talk about P, he's a guy that my best friend is close to, we actually met through my best friend. the way we met through her was that she would tell him about me, he wondered what I looked like and he was like "oh yea, lemme get her insta". he followed me, then she gave him my number and we texted. it was cool, he's a great conversationalist. he's a hood dude so we just talked about hood shit, or he was just talking about something random. I really enjoyed talking to him because he's so sassy it's a little funny, this man will have an attitude for no reason. he was attractive on Instagram, I just saw him for the first time last month and we were talking for a good 10 months before we first linked. I have been procrastinating on linking with this man for 10 months, and he has been following along with me for 10 months.

two weeks ago, i asked my best friend as a joke to tell him that I want to link with him only because he was with her. I didn't know that he would actually text me, but he did. we planned a day, but I ended up becoming quite busy. so I texted him a few days later and told him "wyd tomorrow", he said nothing so I told him I was coming over. I was supposed to go to his house early but I had to do some stuff. I then went over to his house two hours after I told him I would be there. when I got to his house, it was like a typical grandmother's house. a house that is cluttered but you know where everything is. it was a lil hot in there too, i don’t really wanna describe the rest of it, let’s get to the real thing.

so after a minute of talking, he says “so what we doing, you finna take them off?” i took my pants off cause atp i just knew there wasn’t gonna be any foreplay. i had to suck his dick for it to get hard, it wasn’t hard to get it hard fr, all i had to do was spit on it. i sucked his dick for a second but man i had cotton mouth bad! i barely even smoked before i saw him and i drank some water so i wonder why my mouth was still dry. anyways after that i got up, he told me turn around, i told him i didn’t wanna start in backshots. he had an attitude but he said “alright, turn around”, i got in missionary and he just went soft. idk that kinda fucks with my self esteem, but then again… i’m beautiful. i then sucked his dick again, and then i got up and just bent over. i wasn’t expecting anything honestly, atp i was just like empty headed. i was a little irritated about that, that’s just not how im used to having sex but i guess we all gotta try new things. he started fucking me from the back, i was moaning and he was just silent back there. i was like hmmm okay, but he was constantly grabbing and rubbing on my body. he would grab my neck and pull me up to him, he would push my hands away when i was running from him, he would hold my arms. idk i actually liked that, but what i didn’t like is how he literally would get on his phone and text people while we were having sex. can i even classify this as having sex? i felt like a sex toy, like damn i’m just bent over and you just fucking me. idk, it’s just not what i’m used to. he was using a comdom for the time was were fucking and then his dick slipped out, so i took the confom off and put his dick inside me. he nutted within 3 minutes. after that i just left, he didn’t walk me to the door even though he told me to hold on, i was just ready to go. about 5 hours later he texted me and told me that he likes how i fuck. idk what girls he’s used to but i swear i didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, all i did was kinda throw it back, nothing extreme at all.

is it crazy that i’m going back? although i didn’t like being treated like a sex toy, i did enjoy the dick. idk i’m pretty conflicted. maybe i’m just going back cause he’s accessible, he’s not a bad person but im just used to having sex in multiple positions and having some sort of connection.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[bethanysnow]

“I didn’t give it” (A fic for @maneskinbrainrot​ )

Måneskin was invited to perform for New York Fashion week with Gucci. Paraded around by the luxury brand was not a exactly- fun - thing for them to experience, but it paid the bills. Their manager knew this about them, so it wasn’t a big surprise for her to get a text message from Thomas saying they were ‘escaping’ and would be back by dinner. They were in New York City after all! Play tourist for a while in a country they felt a little more safe not to be spotted in. Especially on fashion week where all the art hoes came out of the woodwork. A couple Italians were nothin! With some rudimentary googling Vic found a cafe and a thrift store to barricade themselves in for the next hour or so. The streets of New York were messy and smelled funny, but were alive. The ground hadn’t been smoothed flat with a millennia of people. The brick buildings rose into the sky and the skyscrapers tore holes into heaven. 

People around them didn’t give them the time of day. No one was shouting their name. No one knew who they were, and if they did no one gave a flying fuck by the looks of it. It really was heaven. They loved their job of course, music was their life. But fame was bitter, grainy and left something stuck in their teeth. Here it was like they were nobodies. Not that they minded of course. Vic led the way to the thrift store she had found online, under a block of apartments was the glass window front. A green awning with golden letters of the store. The neon open sign was lit up so the band walked in. A brown countertop near the front of the store was personless. Racks on racks of clothes covered the floor. 50s-60s ball gowns hung from the ceiling beams. The air was musty just in the way vintage thrift stores tended to be. History on all sides by the articles people have worn. Rock music left the speakers pinned to the walls, playing Arctic Monkeys, Queen, and others. 

The band split up to look for a clerk of some kind. A store wouldn’t just be open by itself- right? 

Damiano went down a long aisle of what looked to be 70s memorabilia by the avocado green and bright yellow clothes. A neon red glow caught his attention. Making his way to the back of the store the glow came from a neon sign bent to look like a naked lady. Strategically placed ribbon over certain areas. A paper taped to a hanger with ‘XXX Lingerie section’ printed on it piqued his interest. Even more so when he looked in to find a beautiful woman laying on the red shag carpet cuddling up to a nighty asleep. 

“‘Scusa- Miss? Are you- do you work here?” Damiano asked quietly. Her eyes shot open and looked at where the voice came from. She held a hand to her heart, taking a breath.

    “Sorry! No uh, my best friend works here. I am just visiting, but I can help I guess. Whatsup?” She said getting up. Brushing off imaginary dirt from her hands as she reached her full height. She was shorter than him, her hair was slightly a mess from an interrupted nap. She’s cute. Damiano was lost in admiring her beauty until he blinked and she was waving her hand in front of his face, unaware that he was staring. 

    “Earth to dude, you ok?” She chuckled though still slightly concerned for his wellbeing. 

“Sorry- I'm Damiano, I’m here with friends of mine and we were checking things out. What was your name? I didn't catch it.” 

    “Cuz I didn’t give it.” She winked and Damiano’s blood pressure went higher. Attractive and a flirt too??? Fuck! 

He grinned at her as she was about to put the nighty she was using as a pillow up back on the rack. Damiano took his shot. 

“You know, it might look good on me. What do you think?” Holding it up against his body, the white silk ending just above the waistline of his pants. Leaning on the clothing rack he tilted his head to catch her eyes looking at the garment. “Look better on you though-” Whispering as her face froze and flushed a bright red. Quickly grabbing it and putting it back where it belonged she cleared her throat. 

    “No- uh I don’t wear that kinda stuff. But on you sure. You looking for anything specific?” 

“Besides your number? ...I was looking for some shirts honestly” She nodded and pointedly ignored his previous comment. 

The rest of the band were busy debating on a pair of corduroy pants Ethan was wearing as Damiano showed up with another person in tow. Introductions were made of who they all were and the woman offered some suggestions to the debate going on. But Damiano couldn’t help himself. 

“So Bellissima we have a gig going on later tomorrow if you want to join. Be our plus one as it were-” Vic raised a brow at that. Asking some random girl to go with them to something was one thing, but to ask a random girl to a gig at fashion week was another. And to top it off, a runway of one of the most well known luxury brands in the world. Her concerns were met with their singer giving her a look that meant he knew what he was doing. Or at least he thought he did. 

To Damiano's surprise the woman in front of him shrugged, looked at her phone checking something and said sure. SHE SAID SURE! That was enough for him. Soon the whirlwind of the band and their new found friend were busy trying on clothes and dancing through the store. Thomas' foot got stuck in a platform boot as another person walked into the enclave that they had made that afternoon. The woman that they had met earlier smiled and introduced them as her best friend- I.E the one who actually worked at the store. Explaining what had gone on and the fun chaos that had happened since. 

The day started to wind down and the band had all gotten texts from their manager telling them to come back to the hotel. Picking out their favorite pieces, it all was thrown onto the counter. The woman placed everything in bags, handing it to them once finished. 

As Damiano was to leave the woman he had met stopped him. 

    “You forgot something-” 

“I did?” Checking for his phone or wallet or whatever he could have misplaced. 

    “Yea here- hold on” She ripped out some paper from behind the counter and wrote on it slipping it into his front pocket. With a wink they left. Getting back to the hotel he pulled it out finally after it was burning a hole in his brain.

it read-

‘###-###-#### y/n <3 P.S. Nice music btw. L’altra dimensione slaps.’

[robinrequiems]

Cashier Damian just being one of those bubblegum bitch cashiers. Also Jon becomes a regular customer for SOME reason hmmm

He always comes during nights and offers to walk dames home 👀👀

Damian: Yea no thanks Im not ASKING to get kidnapped lol.

Jon: :( *Plan B*

Jon: Can I have your number at least?

Damian: Why? So you can hack into my phone and see my location to kidnap me??? I think not, you thumb sucking noob

Jon:🥺😭

Jon: I just wanted to take you out

Damian: HA! So you DO want to kill me!

DAMIAN JUST POPPING HIS GUM IN JONS FACE

• to pass time, Damian chewed gum, blowing bubbles and then popping them. he did it to extremely rude customers

• or ones who were annoying

• the weird boy came back again, he look disheveled and sweaty. ew. this time he was buying Gatorade’s and snickers.

Jon: hi

Damian: hello.

Jon: i like your outfit

Damian: thanks, it’s my work uniform. im sure the old man behind me has the same. im sure you two can hit it off.

Jon: you’re playing hard to get

Damian: im not playing anything because you won’t get me. * and then blows a bubble in jons face and pops it. *

• damian smells of bubblegum a lot, jon liked it. it was hard explaining to his parents why he needed to go out for a while on weekends, but yk he did it.

• sometimes instead of bubblegum, Damian was sucking on a lollipop.

• at nights, he is worried about Damian, he’s cute, okay? so many jon had a itty bitty crush. shut up.

Damian: your license plate is from Metropolis.

Jon: um.

Damian: you aren’t from bludhaven. why are you out this far. late, as well? you could get mugged.

Jon: hhahahah— BYE

• so maybe him walking Damian home when he had a license plate from metropolis was a bad thing, too

• & Damian was also really paranoid. He also always threatened jon. It was hot but.

Jon: why would i kidnap you???

Damian: fuck if i knew, creep.

Damian: all i know is rhat you could probably overpower me with your weight and height, go back to metropolis, good boy.

• so that’s how jon earned the name good boy. Damian could read jon like a book, he was your picture perfect son, ( yet he was driving all the way to bludhaven to talk to a cashier for 10-30 minutes.. )

• his friends ask him why jons always busy now. he has no excuse and instead does not answer

• on one night, when it’s raining. Jon insists on dropping Damian off at least close to where he lives.

Damian: I want you to know that I have a knife on me and if you do anything I don’t like, you’ll get stabbed.

Jon: noted, but get in before you get sick.

• slowly, Damian began warming up

Damian: why do you come out to bludhaven?

Jon: there’s this really cute cashier I like talking to who won’t give me his number.. this is the only way to talk to him

Damian: he won’t give you his number because you would probably hack his phone

Jon: do i look smart enough to hack your phone?

Damian: .. here’s my number

• jon has watched people come and flirt with damian, it’s a funny sight since damian just aggressively chews gum and is so obnoxious with it until they leave

• jon finds it endearing

[todoroki-waifu]

Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team. 

————

“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder. 

“‘Samu!" 

"Could you be any more obvious?" 

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand. 

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?" 

"I’m working on it!" 

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen. 

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out." 

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues. 

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look. 

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member." 

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place." 

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure. 

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at. 

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do." 

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze. 

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones. 

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair. 

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume. 

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours. 

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here." 

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals. 

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list. 

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?" 

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders. 

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories. 

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you. 

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone. 

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality. 

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three. 

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink. 

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you." 

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone. 

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet. 

Except for today. 

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy. 

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone. 

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it. 

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place. 

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?" 

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put. 

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache. 

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head. 

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image. 

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?" 

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you. 

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On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily. 

“Hello?” You answer. 

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

[mxltifaves]

The One About Last Night (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: After an eventful night you wake up with an unimaginable hangover and try to piece the events of the night before.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Hey guys I've had this written in my for a while now so here it is. I got the inspiration from a TikTok I saw and Katy Perry's Last Friday Night. I hope you enjoy this mess.

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You groaned as you woke up. Your head pounding as the events from the night before tried to resurface. You turned your body only to feel someone next to you. Slowly opening your eyes only to see Bucky next to you. Your whole body froze, your eyes scanning the room realizing you were in Buckys. You looked down at your body, covered by a very thin sheet with nothing underneath. The last thing you remembered was going out with the team for some drinks. Slowly and carefully you slid off the bed. You tried finding your clothes but your dress was ripped in half. Great. Wrapping the sheet tighter around your body you carefully slipped out of Bucky's room and made your way to yours across the hall. What the hell happened last night?

You slipped in the shower trying to get rid of the alcohol stench you had. After you finished you put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. You made your way to the common area only to see it trashed. Bottles of alcohol all over the place, furniture misplaced, and a lot of broken things. What the hell? You went to the kitchen to trap a cup of coffee and saw the whole team, including Bucky, nursing their own coffee.

“Do any of you remember what happened last night?” You asked, walking over to the coffee pot.

“Not so loud,” Nat groaned.

“I’m pretty sure we drank all of the alcohol in New York,” Wanda said

“Figures, given the number of empty bottles out there,” you said pouring your coffee.

“What happened to you?” you asked Tony, pointing out the purple eye.

“No idea,” was all he said.

“Y/n what's on your neck?” Steve asked, causing everyone to look at your neck.

“What?” Your eyes shot wide.

“Is that…a hickey?” Tony asked, getting a closer look. You ran over to the mirror to get a good look at it. A clearly visible purple hickey sat on your neck.

“Uh y/n, you have another one on your shoulder,” Bruce pointed out.

“Is that a bite mark?” Sam raised his brow at you. You were going to kill Barnes. Bucky’s cheeks flushed red as he saw you looking at last night's evidence.

“Who did you sleep with?” Wanda asked

“I’d rather not talk about it,” your eyes landing on Bucky for a brief moment before turning back to the mirror.

As you finished your coffee you opened your phone and were greeted by thousands of notifications. You scrolled through your Instagram and there were pictures of last night. “Oh god,” you said under your breath.

Pictures of everyone at the bar, pictures of you doing shots with Wanda and Nat, some of you laughing, dancing on tables. “Have you seen these?” you asked Nat showing her the pictures. “Yea kinda hard too when your phone’s been blowing up every second,” she responded. You kept scrolling as more pictures of last night appeared. Sam holding a nearly empty bottle, videos of Thor pouring shots of his Asgardian booze, more videos of you dancing in tables but this time at the compound, pictures of Steve and Bucky streaking through the tower, Thor pouring his Asgardian booze down your throat, you hoped that was it. Even though the hangover was excruciating, last night looked pretty fun.

“Fury is going to kill us all,” Steve said. As soon as the words left his mouth Tony’s phone rang.

“Speak of the devil,” Tony muttered. They spoke on the phone briefly before hanging up.

“He wants us all downstairs in ten minutes,” he said

“Where is Thor?” you wondered looking around the room.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, where is Thor?” Tony asked the A.I.

“He is in the pool,” F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. They all made their way outside to the pool and found Thor sleeping on an inflatable bed. You grabbed a pool stick and started poking him to wake up. He stirred awake slowly, opening his eyes to be met by everyone staring at him. “Come on Fury wants to talk to us,” Steve said. They helped him get to the edge of the pool to get out.

Once everyone was ready they all made their way downstairs to see Fury. Before Bucky could make it inside you pulled him aside. “What the hell Barnes? You bit me? And left a hickey?” you hissed.

“From what I remember you weren’t complaining,” he smirked “I barely remember what happened. How did we end up having sex,” you whispered. “It was the alcohol,” was all he said before entering the room.

Everyone was sitting down when Fury came in. “What the hell happened last night?” he yelled causing everyone to groan in pain. “If you’re gonna yell, do it quietly please,” you said.

“You guys are the avengers, you’re not supposed to be getting kicked out of bars, or starting fights, or run around naked,” Fury listed

“Well that explains Tony’s black eye, and why we ended up here,” Nat said

“You seriously don’t remember what happened?” he asked looking at everyone’s confused faces.

“Not really,” Sam said.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, play the recording from last night,” he said “Oh god, you said to yourself bracing for whatever was going to play.

The first shot of the video was of everyone is stumbling in from the elevator, clearly drunk. Nat, Wanda, and you collapsed on the couch, giggling. Tony grabbed some ice for his eye, while the guys started pouring shots for everyone. Fast forward an hour later, everyone was playing beer pong which resulted in the table being broken in the end. You doing body shots with Thor and Bucky. Now that sorta explained how you and Bucky ended up in bed, I mean those abs. Wanda, Nat, and you dancing with each other on a table. At some point, you and Nat started making out. You and Nat looked at each other across the table and burst out laughing at the video. “Something funny, agent y/l/n? Romanoff?” Fury asked sternly

“No sir,” you both said trying to hold back your laughter.

“Look, sir, we are sorry for the trouble to be caused, it won’t happen again,” Steve apologized

“I’m not,” you said making everyone look at you.

“I admit we got a little too crazy but we work our asses every single day to make sure the people of New York, the world for that matter are safe. We deserve a night off to blow off steam and have some fun,” you said

“I guess you are right. But next time you decide to “have fun” do it here not out in public. Got it?” he said

“Understood,” you smiled proudly at yourself.

Everyone started leaving the room, heads still pounding, you grabbed Natasha and dragged her to your room. “Y/n hold on, what’s going on?” Nat said with wide eyes.

“I had sex with Bucky,” blurted out

“He’s the one that did that to you?” she gestured to the bite mark and hickeys.

“Yup,” was all that came out.

“Well it looks like you had fun,” Nat smirked

“Not helping. And I totally don’t remember all of it, but from what I do remember it was… pretty hot,” you said a small smile forming.

“You’re totally blushing,” the redhead teased

“Am not,” you denied it

“So you gonna do it again?” she asked

“Of course not, why would you even ask that?” you asked

“Because you clearly want it to happen again,” she said, which part of you knew was true but the more sane part said no.

“Okay maybe I want it to happen again but it won’t,” you said

“Whatever you say y/n. I gotta go cure this hangover, I’ll see you later. Try not to have sex with anyone,” she laughed exiting your room. You collapsed on your bed, thinking about what Nat said. A few minutes later you heard knocking on your door. You got up and opened it only to reveal Bucky standing there.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” you asked furrowing your brows. He lifted his hands to reveal a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water. “To nurse you back to health,” he said

“Thanks,” you took the items from him letting him into your room.

“So about last night,” he began to say. “Before you say anything, we were incredibly drunk last night and we had sex. We should just move on and forget it happened,” you said, not believing a word you were saying.

“If that’s what you want, then okay,” he nodded, a little heartbroken at your words.

“Okay,” you stood there looking at his blue eyes, unable to look away. Before you realized his hands cradled your face and he crashed his lips onto yours. “What are you doing?” you said breathlessly. “I can’t just forget about it,” he said hoping you felt the same. This time you kissed him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “You sure about this?” he asked between kisses.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. The two of you collapsed onto your bed, let’s just say things got crazier than the night before.

[spencerhotchner]

Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1 

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

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You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick. 

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally. 

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it. 

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date. 

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens. 

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious. 

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways. 

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit. 

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you. 

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane. 

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression. 

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.” 

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer. 

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big. 

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed. 

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU. 

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now. 

“Yes, that's me.” he answers. 

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe. 

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Nervous Wreck-Louis Partridge

Summary: Dating famous actor Louis Partridge and being scared about the fans disliking you. You almost break up over the drama but Louis convinces you to stay. 

Requested: Yes

Warning: None

Words-1109

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting @arianagrandes-things​. I hope you like your imagine. 

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Your POV

I was spending my time in my apartment when I got really bored all of a sudden. I wanted to call Louis but I knew he was on set filming for the role he got in Enola Holmes. I then just decided to go on Instagram and found I had lots of comments on my recent picture I posted of  Louis and I since I was missing him a lot today. I looked at all the comments and a lot of them were hate comments. I read them and started tearing up because a lot of people were saying how Louis should break up with me because I am not good enough for him. I wanted to throw my phone, but I kept getting more deeper into the comments where I couldn’t stop looking at them. It wasn’t until Louis waved his hand while saying my name that got me to snap out of my daydream. 

“ Hey darling, you okay. What’s wrong? Why are you in tears?” He asked me 

I looked at him and broke down in tears again. I looked down, but felt the couch sink in and arms pull me into his chest. It took me a while to calm down, but I eventually got my breathing back to normal. I felt him lift my chin and made me look at him in the eyes. Before he said anything he kissed me on the lips gently so I wouldn’t break down again. Once he pulled away he asked me the same question.

“ What’s got you so down my darling angel?” 

I took a shaking breath and told him about all the comments on my post. He asked if he could look at them and I nodded while giving him my phone. I laid on him while he was looking. After about 20 mins I felt his eyes on me again, so I lifted my head and waited for him to say something.

“ Don’t listen to them.” 

“ But...” I started

“ But nothing, they're just jealous of you dear. Please don’t let them get to you.” 

I nodded my head and lied back down to give him a hug that I know I needed after the conversation. 

‘Next Day’

I woke up and moved around but fell to the floor with a huge bang. I heard someone start laughing. I looked up and saw Louis staring right at me from the couch. 

“ Haha, very funny.” I mocked 

“ Yea it was. That was so funny. Also thanks for the wake up call.” 

I got up off the floor by myself and headed to change into a different set of clothes to wear. Once I was down I looked around the apartment for my phone, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

“ LOUIS!” I shouted 

“ WHAT!” he yelled back

I made my way over to him and asked...

“ Have you seen my phone anywhere?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. I groaned at his response. 

“ Can you call it.” I asked 

He proceeded to call it and I heard the ringing, but I could pinpoint where it was coming from. I then looked right at Louis and heard it coming from underneath him. I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“ Give me it back you idiot.” I said

“ No, can do pumpkin.” He said 

I rolled my eyes and said “ Louis please I need to look at something.” 

“ I know what you're going to look at.” 

I huffed in protest and crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. 

“ You can pout all you want but I am not giving it back so you can cry over mean comments from haters that are just jealous you are.” 

“ But...what if they are saying is true. What if they find a way to make us hate each other and we break up. What if...” 

“ Slow down darling. Nobody will break us up and if they try we will know it’s not true because we have trust and faith for each other.” 

“ But the drama’s already bad, maybe we should break up Louis.” 

He looked at me with sad eyes. “ What?” 

“ I am just saying. What if we take a small break so the fans can be happy.” 

“ Baby, please don’t just dump our 2 years relationship down the drain. We love each other no matter what. Who cares about the drama that’s going on. I don’t want anybody else but you Y/n. You're my number one girl, number one fan. I can’t do this without my partner and crime by my side.” 

I didn’t know what to say after he just confessed why we should stay together. I was a crying mess. Louis was on the verge of crying so I decided to sit in his lap and cuddle him so we both can get the same amount of attention. I kissed the top of his head when I felt him shaking due to the crying he was doing. We spent hours sitting on the couch together. 

“ Baby, I promise to protect you from all the mean people in the world even if I can’t physically hurt them I can pass it though online.” 

I smiled at his thoughts, I then led in and kissed his soft perfect lips and held them there for a while. I felt him smile and pull closer to him by my waist. Louis pulled away first and rested his forehead on mine and said...

“ You are the only girl that I would love and want to keep forever. Don’t let the fans get to you and if they do come find me or just call me. I am always here for you even if I am busy. I am a phone call away dear. I love you with all my heart.” 

When he was done I was again in tears. Louis looked at me and looked worried, 

“ Y/n/n I didn't mean to make you cry, I wanted you to be happy.” 

I smiled and said, “ I am happy.” 

“ Then why are you crying all of a sudden.” He asked concerned

“ These are happy tears.” I stated

He nodded his head and cuddled me and put a movie on so we can spend some quality time with each other. Well he wanted to just hold me and make me feel better from all the social media drama.

[katsukikitten]

In which you find yourself fake dating Bakugou to appease his mother. Thank @bakugotrashpanda​ that I even write. Comment your thoughts below or if you’re shy leave me an ask! AGED UP/PRO HERO AU, and dolls there are currently no warnings.   Part on is HERE

Anger fuels your actions as you withdraw a knife, face twisted into a feral snarl as you close the distance between you and your not so lucky boss. He matches your disgusted features, closing faster than you can to keep your knife from finding purchase between his third and fourth ribs. He corners you out of sight, the woman who was attending to you turns away with a blush. Truly thinking the two of you were having an intimate moment when it was anything but.

"This joke isn't fucking funny." You growl struggling to keep your voice low as his vice grip on your biceps becomes harsher. 

"It's not a fucking joke." He hisses, before one of his hands runs through his hair. A sign of stress you noticed for the ash blonde, while the other hand sets blunt nails into your skin. You blow air through your nose as if you were a steaming dragon waiting for him to explain. 

"My mom won't leave me the hell alone about a girlfriend. Like I fucking have time for one." He starts and you break away from his grip.  

"Then we just pretend." A huff while he shakes his head. 

"But we have to make it look good. She will expect PDA, and a lot of it." You laugh at his statement while he looks away. 

"Please as if Dynamight is touchy feely." You tease making hand motions as you let your fingers play against his clothed muscles. He gives you a pointed look, something odd shines deeply in those dark eyes. Something like hurt, your smile falters for a moment as you watch him peek over a guarded wall. 

"Growing up I was. And still am with people I...know well. Plus she's already seen me in a serious relationship." 

"Then why aren't you bringing her?" The venom escapes you faster than you can stop it. Regret blooms in your stomach as you watch his guard blow sky high, burning sugar fills the air. His glare pure anger as he bites out 

"She only loved me for my Pro-hero money." 

He turns away from you to collect himself, angry that he's still angry over a bitch that should be long forgotten. Still your tongue was sharper than any knife on your thick yet fit body. He sighs, trying to let the tension free from his shoulders before he reluctantly offers you his large, ungloved hand. 

The thought of your bare palm touching his sends your stomach into a summersault before he grabs onto your hand himself, even interlacing your fingers. 

It had been years since you held someone's hand, let alone been close enough to smell them. A cold sweat prickles over your skin before he speaks. 

"Let's make this shit look good." 

With that he pulls you out of the store, setting off rhythmic short blasts so nothing but blinding light can be caught on film. Some camera's lose their lenses thanks to your sly hands as you shove them deep in Bakugou's jacket that he insisted you'd wear over your cute outfit. That his mom would take it more seriously that you wore his clothes that he might have offered to you. 

Your hand feels warm in Bakugou's as he guides the two of you down the street, eyeing jewelry through glass windows here and there. He tries to keep his focus on the way to the bakery instead of how small your hand is in his.

"So is there something special about tonight's dinner? Any sort of occasion?" You prompt, anything to avoid the squeezing in your heart. 

"It's her birthday today." He says nonchalantly as your anxiety skyrockets. 

"Birthday?! Baku-" 

"Katsuki." He cuts you off, sending you a glare, "It has to be Katsuki or some dumb pet name from now on, Princess."

You point daggers as you glare up at him, his slightly messy hair dances in the wind as his faded sides do anything to protect him from the biting cold. You think to offer him his jacket back, it felt three sizes too big. 

"Look, Katsuki a birthday dinner is a big fucking deal. She'll think we are serious." The two of you stop just before the bakery, he let's go of your hand to open the door for you, a habit he's picked up from Kirishima. You step inside the warmth and let the smell of mouth watering sweets over take your senses. The smell fights with the smokey sweet scent that rolls off of Bakugou as he crowds closer to you due to the busy cafe.

"Good. She needs to think we are. Before you say anything else it's one dinner. She won't remember by Christmas." He snarls, pressing his hand into your lower back to gently push you forward in line. Suddenly someone behind the counter waves to catch your attention. 

"Ah Dyna-" The clerk clears his throat before he causes a frenzy, most people already too timid of Bakugou to approach him, having you the tough as nails hero by his side makes him seem even deadlier. 

"Bakugou-sama. I just finished the decorations for the order. Would you like to approve it?" 

"Yea yea." He says cooly, eyes glancing over his usual cup of an iced americano, he taps the lid and the Barista gives him her full attention. Lashes batting as she practically squirms with pleasure beneath his weighted gaze, you fight to keep the disgust off your face. How could anyone fawn over this wet blanket?

"I need a toasted white mocha iced coffee with sweet cream." His voice is smooth and she begins to get to work even without his please but you're caught too off guard to scold him.  How did he know your coffee order? 

You always went to get the coffee with Kirishima and only then for an excuse to get out of the office and away from a pig headed blonde. 

"Trying something new?" She asks as she sets it down, her number clearly written on this cup as well. You keep your face blank as she ignores you. 

"Maybe." He says giving her little eye contact as the owner pushes her away to show off the cake.  He removes the lid of the box and before it is all the way off a genuine, although small, smile forms on his face as he stares at the beautiful array of flowers in icing. Another surprise that his face can go so soft before it changes in an instant. His normal cocky smile returning as he removes his wallet and over pays for it all. 

"This is too…" But the owner is cut off by a nasty vermillion glare before he passes you your coffee grabbing for his own and the bag. 

"See ya round." Is all he offers before slipping out of the ringing door. Stunned into silence you drink your delicious drink as you two make your way back to his car. 

"It's cold enough that the icing won't get fucked up. Are you cold? I want to get that hag one more thing. Not sure what though." He says gently placing the cake into the floorboard of the back seat. 

"Well for starters I'm sure she'd love it if you stopped calling her a hag. That's rude, dickface." You say finishing your coffee, body singing from the much needed energy. He rolls his eyes at your comment, grabbing for your trash as he tosses his empty cup as well. 

"Yea well, she pisses me off." He grunts, eyes shifting for cameras before letting his hand slide down your forearm to your hand. You jolt from the touch but absentmindedly lean into his warmth. 

"Mmhmm." You affirm with a bit of an attitude. He sneers down at you as the two of you actively look for anything that screams Bakugou Mitsuki. 

Although you aren't so sure you know what that would be. Your mind wanders to what his family is like as his molten eyes rove over window shops and glare at passer byers. Anyone with their phone out and aimed at him gets an especially intimidating look. 

"Do we have a background to our fake relationship?" You ask, curiosity bubbling through your bloodstream carried by caffeine. 

"Kinda explains itself doesn't it?" He prompts, "We work together a lot. She's heard your name before." 

"Oh." Is all you can say, would his mom ask for details? Well it wouldn't be too hard to believe that she would want the story most likely from you, hoping you'll gush over the details any other man would skimp. A sigh leaves your lips before your eyes catch an odd glint in the light, ahead of you two is a small woman beneath a parasol as if the lazy winter sun threatened the day. Your eyes blow wide as she turns, heart racing in your chest as you see the black kimono and fox mask slightly askew. 

Quickly you grab onto Bakugou's black dress shirt, backing yourself up against a brick wall, guiding him with you. 

"What are you doing?" He hisses as your brain panics, he sees a rare twinge of fear in your eyes. Setting him in high alert, his skin crackles as he tries to summon his quirk. 

"It's just...I think I saw my ex and I'm not ready to see him yet." A lie, a bold face lie as you fight the screaming need in your blood. To withdraw a knife, to send it through that bitch's third eye chakra. 

But if you did, then everyone would know. 

Bakugou would know. 

You gulp down the instinct. 

"Where?" He growls leaning closer to you to block your face. The busy crowd overlaps the petite woman in black before it parts again leaving you with an uneasy pit in your stomach. 

"I-" You catch your breath, smoothing his dress shirt as your eyes are fixated to the spot, "I guess I only thought I saw him." 

Your voice threatens to crack and in the three years the two of you have worked closely together, he has never seen you like this. Worried, disheveled almost. He leans in close, leveling himself to you as he stares into your eyes. 

"Did he…?" His eyes linger over your scars for a second, unknowingly and for the first time, Bakugou makes you feel weak. Your eyes screw into a nasty sneer before you give him a light shove. 

"No." You hiss, wanting to cross your arms but after what looked like a kiss, you gently relax your face, grabbing for his hand as you pull him along.  Suddenly tired of the easy stroll and knowing exactly what to get his mother.  

"A watch? Not a bad idea." He says as the two of you look over the case. 

"No, too old fashioned. Your mom would like this." A smile forms on your lips as your finger taps the glass case over a silver bracelet. In your head you've seen four different ways to take the bracelet without alarm or notice until it was much too late. Instead you flag someone down. 

"Do you all still inscribe in house?" You ask, earning a nod from the attendant, "Perfect. Now Ba- Katsuki you just have to think of something nice to say." 

He glares down at the bracelet for a long time before he writes something down on the form. After an hour the man returns asking Bakugou to confirm the writing after a nod and a few minutes the hot head is passed a delicate white bag. 

Time blurs together as your eyes search the crowd for a haunting fox mask while Bakugou guides the two of you to the car. Shutting the passenger door behind you and only then do you let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

The drive isn't long before Bakugou pulls up in front of a nice two story townhome, parking his black sports car.

"Get out." He states, slipping out of the car himself only to wait impatiently by your door. 

"This is turning into a lot more than half a day." 

"Make it through this dinner and I'll make it worth your while." He snarls, picking up the gift and cake before heading to the front door. He slides in his old key and opens the door to his childhood home expecting you to follow him in. Tentatively you do, slipping off your shoes much slower than him as he rushes to the kitchen. Your heart rushes in your ears banging against your ribcage as your mind races. You had never been in a home so nice before, well not invited anyway. You always had to resort to climbing through windows or picking the lock to reveal the shiny contents of inside. 

Was this what it was like to grow up in a home?

Your third thought only after mentally logging the windows and doors, listing the valuables in descending order. Your eyes wander over the pictures on the foyer table, you smirk to yourself as you see a tiny Bakugou with what must be his mother and Father. They are all laughing and for a moment your heart hurts as you think of your sister shivering under a piss covered blanket.

"Oi! Come here." Bakugou calls from somewhere within the house, you pass the stairs and small hall into the dining room with tatami doors that open into the kitchen. 

"Sit." He orders, pointing to the low dining room table. 

"I'm not a dog, I'm your 'date' Asshole." You snarl, "What are you doing anyway?" 

"What's it fucking look like? I'm cooking! Ma will be home by the time I'm done. Get comfortable, bitch face." 

"Wow what a great pet name." You hiss, collapsing into the pillows with a sigh, part of you wished this was a kotatsu so you could take a nap. Instead you stare at the ceiling mind wandering as the smell of something good floats through the house. You think of how warm the home feels compared to the blistering wind that whips outside, reminding you that maybe you should fix your hair before meeting his parents. 

"Bathroom?" You whine, still unmoving on the floor. The hot head sticks half his body over the threshold to stare down at you. His glare speaks a thousand words. 

"Yea yea hands to myself I got it." 

"Upstairs, to the right."

"Got it boss!" You fake salute from the floor before rising. Taking the stairs quickly, fully intending to take a right but the door at the top of the stairs is slightly open. A faint smell of caramel tickles your nose as you near closer. Peering inside you see what had to be Bakugou's childhood bedroom, seemingly untouched. Bed made, All might and singed villains hang from the walls, some long forgotten laundry in a basket and a bookshelf filled with a variety books. 

His room was bigger than your current studio apartment and all you can do is sigh. And wonder. Trying not to feel jealous over the nice life he clearly had growing up while you were kept in a dark room to "strengthen your mind" for days at a time. Still it's not as if it were Bakugou's fault, he was just lucky. And you wouldn't wish your childhood on anyone. 

Not even Bakugou. 

Your record mentioned your thefts but never your much darker past. And how could they? It had been drilled into you how to clean up after yourself.

Habit forces your hand for something, anything as you snatch a small keychain of Allmight and shove it into your jeans pocket. 

"You lost?" Bakugou yells through the quiet home. 

"No, a woman takes her time!" You shout back slamming the door. Staring into your reflection as you wish for the night to end. 

It doesn't end as quickly as you'd like but it goes by at a decent pace. Introductions come easy and Mitsuki smiles brightly at you which feels like a good sign. Dinner goes by smoothly, the food delicious as you even help yourself to seconds. 

Surprisingly the Bakugous are easy to talk to, it felt as if you'd always know his parents. Laughing over shared stories and even listening intently to their work and fashion. 

"So what did you think?" Mitsuki asks as Katsuki goes to clear the table. You try to stand to help only for his broad hand to land on your shoulder, forcing you back into a seated position. You straighten your back. 

"Ah dinner was delicious. I didn't know Katsuki-kun could cook so well." You smile as her face begins to sour. Uh oh.  

"KATSUKI ARE YOU NOT FEEDING HER? HOW HAS SHE NOT HAD YOUR FOOD NOT ONCE? YOU JERK YOU BETTER NOT BE SOME ASSHOLE THAT MAKES THE WOMAN COOK!" 

"LISTEN YOU HA-!" He stops himself and glances at you causing you to quickly intervene. 

"Oh Bakugou-san…" 

"Mitsuki-san." She inturrpts, suddenly level headed as she looks to you. 

"Mitsuki-san, Katsuki and I have only been dating officially for a month. We haven't had the chance for a home cooked meal yet." You lie with a sweet worried smile that Mitsuki buys. 

"I see, so what is it that you like about my bullish son?"  

Nothing, is what you want to say, looking at him to buy you time as you think. Slowly the words come to you. You think of how he knew your coffee order, how angry he looked on your behalf when he thought the person who carved you up was someone you once loved. 

"Underneath all that brutish attitude is a really nice guy. He can be kind and caring. He is heroic despite his mouth." He looks as surprised as his mother when you speak before she smiles. Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on you as he returns from the kitchen with the cake and gift. 

"Here." Bakugou sets the small gift box in front of his mom, who tears into it immediately. She smiles looking down at the bracelet as she turns it to see the inscription inside. Her eyes water as Masaru smiles reading the words aloud. 

"Family first." He rubs Mitsuki's back as she quickly wipes away a stray tear. 

"I think it's time for the photo album." 

"NO!" 

"YES!" She slams the old book down, flanking your other side to look over the pages with you.  Awkwardly you offer a smile as Katsuki groans beside you. 

"Mooooom!"

"Hush ungrateful brat! It's my birthday!" Mitsuki says as if it's final, Katsuki grumbles in defeat. 

She pours over the pictures, pointing out things here and there, after a while you begin to smile. Relishing over the fact you're probably the only person who's seen their boss' embarrassing baby pictures. 

"I should blow these the fuck up!" Bakugou growls, reaching for the album. You grab onto his poppin hand to stop him. 

"No, you're so lucky you have these…" Fuck, you're about to make things super awkward, there will be a dreaded question and no matter how many times you answer it, even if it is a lie, it hurts. Feeling as though an icy hand cradles your heart as it beats, fingers becoming an uncomfortable vice. 

"Why? Did something happen to your photos?" The pity in Mitsuki's voice digs beneath your skin, you sigh. 

"They were lost to a fire." An easier lie to the actual truth. Honestly you weren't even sure if you had ever been photographed before. 

Maybe just your mug shots. 

Still you couldn't stomach the thought of telling Mitsuki that you didn't know whether your parents died tragically or if they left you and your sister to die in the streets. 

After a moment Mitsuki presses her hand to your back, a brief rub before she presses into your shoulder blade, as if you remind you she was there. 

"Well, you always have family here dear." She smiles softly, your heart flutters. The Bakugous, even if it was supposed to be pretend, felt like family to you.

"Thank you." You smile back as Mitsuki allows you to flip the page. Your smile forms into a smirk as you see a smaller version of your hot headed boss standing next to a boy with curly emerald hair. 

"You and Izuku used to be good friends huh?" You tease, "What happened?" 

Bakugou doesn't react as you expect him too, he is not raging and cursing instead his face is calm, open. 

"Pride got in the way." His words somber, "But Deku's over it." 

A small silence falls over the room from Katsuki's honesty, Mitsuki glances at her husband who gives a small nod. Still you stare at the ash blonde who starts to crowd you, something odd sitting on his face. 

"Are you?" The question falls from your plush lips. Bakugou grits his teeth

"Turn the fucking page." And you do, the next picture his graduating glass and you are elated, excited to see your newfound friends in their youth. 

"Eijoru-kun! Gods look at his hair. It was so short then! Look at how close you guys are!" 

The next hour is shared over cake and memories. It feels good to be "family" if only for the night. 

"It is getting late Mitsuki dear." Masaru says softly, pulling a sigh from his wife. She stands and everyone follows. She gives hugs out by the door, squeezing you especially tight. 

"Oh Katsuki! The two of you should have Christmas dinner here, we are having fried chicken!" Mitsuki exclaims, immediately Bakugou shuts it down giving you a look as if you gave her the idea  

"No! We havta work." He shrugs his shoulders, holding out his jacket for you to slip into. Slowly you slip your arms in as you watch disappointment wash over Mitsuki's features. 

Don't say it, don't say it don't say it. 

You ignore the voice in your head and say it anyway. 

"Actually, Eijirou forced us off Christmas remember? Since we've worked so many in a row." Bakugou bristles, obviously agitated as he roughly places the jacket on your shoulders, resting his hot hands there. 

"Come on we didn't have any plans right?" 

A part of you does it for the money, another part of you does it out of loneliness.

He glares at you, squeezing you so hard you're sure it'd be bruised. 

"Fine." He bites out while Mitsuki grabs at his ear. 

"Don't act as if we are a chore!" She taps her bracelet, "Family first!" 

"Family first." He growls and you're learning this is what they say instead of 'I love you'. He tries to guide you out to the car but his mother grabs his sleeve. 

"It'll be just a moment dear." She smiles at you, Bakugou goes into his pants pockets for the keys for you but you are already dangling them with a devilish smirk. His eyes harden as you turn to give him your back. Hand smoothly removing the old All Might keychain to attach it to his keys. A part of you will wonder if he will notice. 

Meanwhile Mitsuki gives Bakugou a deadly look before an even deadlier hug. 

"I really like her." She pulls away allowing Bakugou to step outside, "Don't fuck this up." 

[lgcjisoo]

CHARA UPDATE 

what were the last 5 songs that you’ve listened to?

“let’s see... fifth is ‘candy’ by shin-sunbaenim. speaking of which, are those dating rumours true...? i don’t know hanbyul well enough to ask,” jisoo hums with curiosity in passing. “ the fourth song is ’if you’re not the one for me who is’, by keshi. i really enjoy keshi’s music. third last song, ‘bad dreams’ by bevy maco and summer soul, this is one of my favourites that i keep going back to. the last two songs i listened to were english ones, mmm... ‘summer is for falling in love’ by sarah kang and eyelovebrandon, and ‘cursive’ by billie marten. i found those two songs off a playlist. i really do like spotify for that, because you never know when you’ll find another song you like enough to add into your own personal playlists. 

what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone?

messenger & facetime, kakao T, yogiyo food delivery, spotify, youtube

"my screen time is miserably low.” it’s quite funny that none of the camera or social media apps actually make it onto his top 5, but it’s no surprise. “sometimes when i don’t feel like taking transit, it’s practical to use transport services. and food delivery. always a bonus. and yes, i do pay for youtube premium... it’s expensive but someone’s got to do it.” jisoo grimaces slightly, but after he’s tested out the trial, it’s hard to go back. “but number one is definitely messenger and facetime. after splitting up from the guys in the trainee group, i miss them a lot, honestly and with our schedules not aligning anymore, this is the best way to stay in touch with those that i’m closest to.”

what is the most random note in the notes app? 

“sometimes i keep track of my dreams once i wake up and put them in the notes app. i don’t want to bother anyone else with it, and i’m rather private regarding the majority of things. i’m pretty sure there was a note in here.. let’s see. ‘ran away, axe murderer or something, kept running until i jumped off, woke up, sweaty’, with lots of typos. yea. i don’t remember anything about this night, or when this was,” the note was dated from 2018 too, which was even before his time at the company. “but apparently it was a rough night. if i don’t write it down, i genuinely don’t remember any of my dreams or nightmares. food for thought.” 

what was the last message or call you’ve received and who was it from?

 “there’s like three people who i speak to on the phone regularly,” as jisoo swipes through the phone log, it’s really a cycle of the same people. “my dad, my mom, and teddy,” he laughs, as it’s the same names with the exception of some work calls in between. “other than the work calls, of course. i’m not going to ignore the agency and i’m always down for a work call. mmm..... i speak to my mom more than my dad, but it’s nice of both of them to check in. also, text message is probably keeho.” a ding goes off, and jisoo laughs as it’s an update from keeho. “right on cue.” 

what were the 5 most recent online searches?

“they’re all things i was looking at fashion wise, it’s so boring. look. i was looking up some silver jewelry, and ‘how expensive is a birkin’. ‘how to buy a birkin’. ‘why are birkins so expensive’. i’ll count that as one, to be nice, i suppose but that was three different searches, technically.” no, jisoo doesn’t actually want to own one. he just wonders why people fawn over them in the stylists clothing selections like crazy. “oh yes, ’popular niche fragrances for winter.’ i am in the middle of trying to expand my fragrance collection, beyond oh... elysium and some others,” jisoo chuckles at the name drop. “it seems that there’s so many popular fragrance brands lately that it’s hard to choose. but i’ve been told i don’t really need it, though it should still be a good accessory for red carpet events. oh... and the most recent search was for what movies were playing at the theater near me so... yea.” 

[morgansmoreid]

Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Five

Chapter Name: "Don't Make Me Regret This"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Drug Abuse talk, Parental Abuse, Cheating, Smut, Gaslighting 

Bold Italic stands for the talking between phone calls

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"You sure your ok?" Derek asked.

Everyone drove back to the station and split up in different cars. Surprisingly, Derek and Y/n got one to themselves and were following others to the hotel.

"Yep," Y/n answered quickly, popping the p as she took out her phone.

Going to her messages, she clicked the second to last name, ignoring the most recent message from Emily.

James Aug.22nd,2008 at 7:59 P.M

Happy's Diner at 9. No funny business.

See you at 9.

"I'm going to regret this," Y/n silently mumbled as she closed her phone and reached out for Derek's hand.

She couldn't help but feel like betraying him. She wasn't doing anything wrong, just going to meet up with an old friend.

Even if he's done things to her that friends don't do.

"You don't wanna stop by your old house or something?" Derek grabbed Y/n's hand as he pulled to a stop at a red light.

"Get sober or get out!" Y/F/N shoved Y/n into the wall, her head bouncing from the impact.

"I'm gone." She walked away, her hand rubbing her head trying not to wince at the touch.

"Not the best memories at the place," Y/n chuckled, shaking off the tears that dared to fall.

Derek pulled into the hotel lot, parking behind Hotch and others almost exactly 4 minutes later. Everyone grabbed their bags from their trunks and key from Hotch and headed into their separate rooms.

Clearing her room, Y/n sat down on her bed and glanced at the small clock.

8:07 PM

Burying her face into her hands, Y/n shot her head up at a small knock on the door. With no hesitation, she ran to the door and opened it, relief running through her body at the sight of Derek's warm smile.

She pulled the door open more and let him step in before locking it.

"What was it like growing up in Texas?" Derek stepped over to the window, staring at the cars on the street on the other side.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Everyone chanted.

"It's only one! Just try it!" He said.

"That's my best friend!" Y/n screamed at Daniela.

"It was pretty boring, not much to do." Y/n shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms around Derek's torso from behind.

"Looks like it," He joked.

Y/n buried her face into the shirt of her boyfriend, his cologne strong in her nose. They stayed like that for a while, the outside world disconnecting in the moment. The silence was interrupted by Y/n's phone going off at the sound of a new message.

"I'm going to head to my room and grab some clothes, ok?" Derek called out and left at the small nod Y/n gave in return.

James's name appeared on her phone, along with 2 new messages. Ignoring them both, Y/n grabbed her jacket and headed to the door, bumping into Derek on her way out.

"Where are you-" He started.

"I gotta go. I can't explain it right now. I just have to go," Y/n quickly rambled.

Derek eyed her for a second before kissing the top of her head.

"Just be careful alright?" He said, moving out of the door frame.

Y/n turned around and mumbled something into his ear before heading into the elevator. Derek closed and locked the door before he set his clothes on the bed and pulled out his phone, dialing Hotch.

"Derek?"

"Yea, it's me."

"Did you find out anything from her?"

"No, she just went out though, in a rush also. Follow her?"

"No, if she has her guard down, Garcia can track her phone in the worst-case scenario."

"Hotch man, this doesn't feel right. We're betraying our own."

"Y/n is hiding something. It's crucial to this case and we need to find out."

"Still isn't right."

"Neither is lying."

Sighing in defeat, Derek wrapped up the conversation and started the shower, the water flowing over his body with ease.

The bell above the door dinged as Y/n walked into the diner.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the figure sitting in a booth towards the back. She walked towards and sat across, neither of them making eye contact.

"Your early," He mumbled.

"So are you," She scoffed.

"Why did you call me here James?" She looked up.

"Why did you agree to come?" He questioned back.

Instead of answering him, Y/n scooched to the end of the booth and started to get up.

"You can't pretend that everything is fine, not this time," James started.

Looking back, Y/n finally made eye contact with James and scoffed at his words.

"Excuse you?"

"You can't pretend that everything is fine." He repeated.

Taking a seat at the very edge of the booth, Y/n kept herself together as James continued talking.

"You do this thing where you shut people out. When you shut us out, shit gets bad. It can't get bad again. Y/n, we can't do this again."

"Bullshit." She mumbled.

"Oh? What about the day that Dani-" He flinched at the finger come at his face.

"Finish that sentence and I'm gone." Y/n threatened.

"Shit Cat!" Daniela's voice echoed throughout the floor.

"I'm not done with you just yet," Catarina teased.

Y/n swung the door open and gasped at the sight of her best friend in between her girlfriend's legs.

"Kitty? Dani? What the fuck?" She screamed, turning on her heels and down Daniela's stairs.

"Y/n! Wait," Daniela chased after her, only wearing Catarina's shirt.

"That's my best friend!" Y/n cried, leaving out the front door.

"... they all did you wrong." James's voice brought Y/n back into reality.

"Yea, they did," Y/n muttered.

"Did I? Did I ever do you wrong Y/n?" He questioned, his tone completely changing.

"Yes." She quickly answered.

"Really? When? I was the shoulder to cry on, I was the one who helped you get sober. I didn't leave like them. I didn't leave when you pushed me away, I stayed-" He started to ramble.

"You used me when I was vulnerable." Y/n accused.

"I used you?" James got up and walked over to Y/n, face to face with her. "Baby, you wanted it. You wanted me and I let you have it. Y/n, I know what's best for you, I'd never hurt you. I never did." He took her in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.

"I'm not like them," He cooed.

After a few minutes, they both walked out of the diner, James's arm around Y/n's shoulder as they headed to the SUV.

"Thank you," Y/n said, unlocking the car.

"Anytime." James nodded and waved off at the car disappearing before him.

He pulled out his phone before hitting the number labeled as M. He let the person talk for a bit before rolling his eyes and cutting them off.

"I did not fuck her! And I told you, we have Y/n right where we want her."