#they way I squealed when I saw those new pictures of all of them together 😍😍

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YOU TELL ME | OS

༘۠ hyunjin x artist! m!reader

༘۠ falling in love + nsfw + one night stand + fan (hyunjin) x artist (reader) + masturbation + teasing + getting together

༘۠ a/n; nothing else to add, just that the nsfw is more like a flashback than full blown smut

“this week’s biggest news! artist y/n is doing a world tour! the rising artist had caught a lot of attention not only from his new album that has reached top fifty on the billboard charts but also prying eyes from his recent attendance at a fashion event in seoul, korea! the artist has spoken about his—”

hyunjin zones out after half of the video. the video of y/n smiling catching his full attention. you have a beautiful smile, one he had fallen in love with even more the moment he saw you in person at the fashion event. up until now he’s only been seeing you through his phone, hoping for a chance in his schedule to visit your concerts and get an autograph.

“how about i sign you instead of this picture?” you ask with a mischievous grin.

“—the artist is dropping his tour list today at eight pm. comment down where you live and if you’re excited to hear his newest album in person!”

hyunjin look at the time at the top of his phone screen. it’s 6:30 am right now. which means the tour list already dropped. he quickly goes to your instagram and squeals at the sight of the post. his eyes rack the list but his smile falters after a while. you’re going to the usa, italy, portugal, germany and spain. not korea. of course, no one really comes to korea. he sighs, turning his phone off and staring out into the darkness of his room.

“i’m sorry?” he asked, confused at what you had said. “sign me?”

immediately, a paper is held up to hyunjin by a man standing next to y/n. hyunjin recognizes the paper, he doesn’t even have to read what’s on it. he knows. he looks up at you, startled and bewildered. is this… for real?

he had managed to get you on the way to the restroom. the event was still going, everyone is still sitting and socializing. he turns to his own escort. he’s never been in this situation, he himself has never asked a fan to sign the nda contract. as exhilarating as this is, it’s also very… embarrassing.

“hyunjin, right?” you ask, snapping him out of his mental turmoil. “don’t you want to get to know me?”

hyunjin swallows, “pen?”

the sight of your grin growing makes him want to combust in the spot.

he turns over, groaning out of embarrassment. did he have to sound so stupidly nervous? he can’t complain though, at the end of the day he got to experience something even better with you. the memory itself makes him a hot mess. all he had asked was when your new album would drop. he made conversation for once because it was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.

and well…

the hotel. you were escorted to the hotel thirty minutes away from the event. the whole event you kept glancing at him. eye fucking him. not just him though, he was aware of everyone else eyeing him — yet, your eyes were what mattered most to him. he’s smiling to himself, biting his thumb until the time arrives.

he even texted felix, letting him know he’s on the verge of throwing up from nerves. all he received was a ‘liar, stop being delusional’. to which he replies with a picture of you serving him a glass of wine.

he pulls up that exact picture, eyeing your side profile. your hands— “oomf,” he groans, shoving his face into the pillow. those same hands that roamed his body.

he doesn’t exactly know what to say, he just listens to you talk. yet, his eyes are on you hand. the rings that decorate your fingers. you have one on each finger except the thumb.

he asked about it after you finish talking about how the event security did another artist dirty. you pause, looking at him intensely before smiling.

“it’s more aesthetically pleasing that way. don’t worry though, i’ll have my hands clean for you.” he stares at you with wide eyes as you lean in, after all, i want to feel you under them.”

and he leans in to kiss you.

hyunjin turns his phone off again, screaming into his pillow. the nerve he had! to kiss you! what if you thought he was desperate. well, regardless, what’s done is done. you had him and he had you. the desperation was both sided…

“you know you’re beautiful, right? why say it?” you say as you slide your hands up his inner thighs, feeling the firmness of his muscles. “you’re already a work of art,” he whines when your hand grazes his hardened member. “let me add some final touches though.”

you kiss his jaw, slowly going further down his neck. there’s a spot that get a gasp out of him. you kiss and lick, humming and moaning at his noises. he sounds so beautiful. you kiss down his collabone, his chest. as you reach his nipple, you bring your other hand up to his neck. the weight of your hand— ringless, because you had taken them off before bringing him to the bed— making him whimper. you suck and nibble on his hardened bud. he jolts and writhes under you, you have to add some pressure on his neck to get him to behave.

it’s hot. really hot. hyunjin almost cums from your attention alone. you kiss further down, your hand leaving his neck and coming down to his thighs. he gasps and buckles his hips when you kiss his leaking tip.

“don’t worry pretty,” you breathe out, smiling at how undone he’s becoming in your hands, “you’ll get what you want.” and you take him in your mouth.

hyunjin moans as he cums in his hand. he goes limp on his bed, airy breaths leaving his mouth. he closes his eyes, the last smile you threw at him before leaving the hotel replaying in his head. he remembers how weak his legs were after hours of you pounding him into the sheets. after coming four times and the aftercare that came with it.

it was so much.

yet so little.

——

weeks pass by. months. hyunjin is stuck reminiscing on the past, at some point he doesn’t. his schedule gets hectic again. there is hope though. hope that one day you two could do something again or maybe just text. it’s not possible though, his management wouldn’t allow it unless the two of you undergo some sort of process. which sucks.

he’s being delusional, especially now with how he was told two months ago that they will be attending an award ceremony. the billboard awards.

the practice is crazy. the schedule is hectic. he wants to barf at some point because you’re going to be somewhere near his seat and the thought alone makes him nervous. will you treat him indifferently? will you act like nothing happened?

“you good?” felix asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

they’re backstage now, ready to perform.

“i wanna throw up,” he confesses, giving felix a look.

the younger catches on fast. almost everyone in the group already knows now, his anxiety as the day of the awards drew near was too worrying. they all assured him they’ll have his back, yet he still doesn’t know what he’ll do if he really does become another person on your list that was a one time thing. obviously, it’s better for both of you for it to not repeat.

yet, he can’t help but be hopeful. as much as he knows it’s for the best… as much as he knows that the contract strictly says this will not be repeated… why is his heart so yearning?

he doesn’t mean to. he looks across the stage and glides over the countless faces before them when they finish their stage.

“wonderful work out there!” their managers yell out as they all file backstage. “if anyone needs to use the bathroom go now.”

“i’m good,” seungmin shrugs.

“come with me?” felix asks hyunjin, who nods.

hyunjin and felix are the only ones that go. felix happily praises him for “not spilling your guts out! see? all good!”

hyunjin rolls his eyes and shoves felix into the stall. he waits outside by the sinks, looking at himself in the mirror. he’s damp with sweat, his hair is still a little messy, they’ll do touch ups once they return.

the door opens, he’s not a social person, so he shies away and doesn’t dare look at the person.

“hey hyunjin,” you say loud enough for him to hear. he turns around, almost getting whiplash. you were standing before him, smiling warmly. “you look great,” you grin, “i’ve always wanted to see you perform…”

“ah, th-thank you, you perform in a bit, r-right?” hyunjin can’t believe it.

“yeah but…” you look around, “we could perform something else together later…”

hyunjin blinks. he wants to be swallowed up whole right now. felix is here. “i- uh…”

“hey, sorry, i don’t want us to just be hooking up… it’s hard to get past your management,” you hum, “let’s stay in contact. i liked talking to you, yeah we had fun but i like hearing your stories.”

hyunjin swallows, “ah yeah… me too, um, i could fight something out for us.”

“i’ll give you my personal number,” you offer, “just for you.”

you’re a lot closer now. he looks down at your lips, “okay, i’d like that.”

“awesome, good to know we’re on the same page.” you chuckle. “wanna wish me good luck on the stage?”

hyunjin can’t help but give you a look, “you don’t need luck, y/n.” he leans in and pecks your lips, “a kiss yes, but luck?”

you’re quite taken aback, really. yet, you grin, “yeah, i need you more.”

“ah, my teammate is here,” he ushers, panicked.

“ah,” you laugh. “okay then, one more kiss will do just fine.”

hyunjin’s heart could practically leap out of his chest.

and he kisses you, arms around your neck. he doesn’t want to let go, but with how sweet you’re being, he knows he’ll see you a lot sooner again. the hug you give him feels so good, he wishes you two had more time.

later, when you win an award. the words that come out of your mouth makes him want to die then and there.

“-and i also want to thank that person that gave me a good luck charm before coming here. i was good with just that but now having this award it feels like i have it all, thank you all for supporting me until now! i hope you continue to support me!”

felix’s side eye is something hyunjin might never live down.

[leclerc-s]

track four - the men start wars yet troy hates helen

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user01 YOU'RE A BARCA FAN??

user02 she was a madridista by association not choice ines_sainz força barça!!! user01 fernando was found screaming and crying in a corner somewhere logansargeant you should see them on game days...it's way too intense

jensonbutton is that why you texted me, 'fernando's going to disown me' or was that over something else?

fernandoalo_oficial she is dramatic, i would not disown her. i am not some people user03 OH SHIT! HE WENT THERE!! ines_sainz no, that was because [redacted] almost set the kitchen on fire fernandoalo_ofical OTRA VEZ?? SAQUEN LO DE MI COCINA!! [again? get him out of my kitchen]

user04 see, part of me wants to believe that she's actually dating charles or oscar but neither of them dress that way. so it can't be them.

user05 hear me out, she dresses them so people won't suspect a thing. user04 that's very possible

charles_leclerc that explains the scream i heard from his drivers room five minutes ago when lando ran in there.

ines_sainz fucking snitch. this is why he has no wins louieee someone get this girl a pr manager maxverstappen1 no, please don't i'm loving this.

pedri paddock passes🙏??

ines_sainz barca game tickets for me and a few others?? pedri do i finally get to meet the boyfriend?? user06 SINCE WHEN ARE THESE TWO FRIENDS?? pedri honestly, i don't know but i can't get rid of her anymore? ines_sainz fuck you, forget about the paddock passes pedri NO AMIGA PERDONAME!! [no friend forgive me!!]

fernandoalo_oficial eres una traicionera [you're a traitor]

ines_sainz dad, you knew this about me when you adopted me? fernandoalo_oficial yes, but i chose to ignore that when it wasn't public information.

patriciooward my ahijada looks so cute in her outfit [goddaughter]

ines_sainz yes, [redacted] squealed when he saw her in that alex_albon thank you for blackmail infromation pierregasly he's not special, kika squealed too. alex_albon this is a grown man georgerussell63 is he grown?? logansargeant poor him catching strays when he can't defend himself

user07 INÉS SAINZ IS A CULER??

ines_sainz AND PROUD OF IT!!

user08 hear me out, she's dating pedri and is trying to trick all of us by telling us it's charles and oscar.

user05 BOOO!! THIS GUY SUCKS!! user08 PEDRI'S THE SAME AGE AS HER!! IT WOULD MAKE SENSE?? user01 just say you don't want us to have a throuple in formula 1 and move on.

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shoutout to the fan that gave me these socks. they are my newest prized possession track walks with jb and father nando this is the face of a man who i just told who i invited to the race tomorrow

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georgerussell WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE SOCKS?? I NEED SOME!! ines_sainz george, a fan gave them to me, i think they made them. georgerussell boo!! i want some

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pedri is he actually mad? ines_sainz i think he's disappointed i'm a culer and not a madridista pedri tell your boyfriend i can't wait to meet him ines_sainz boyfriends* pedri perdoname, que? ines_sainz would you look at the time, i have to go walk my gold fish

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cheerios are all back together again!! fredrickvestiofficial liamlawson30 logansargeant theopouchaire oscarpiastri not pictured is arthur_leclerc because he as fighting with charles over which kart he wanted oscar's learned some moves from track terror leclerc 💞💞

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ines_alonso new name, who dis?

jokes aside, papá, thanks for showing me what unconditional fatherly love was. no one's ever loved me (familially) the way you have. i haven't stopped crying since i got the news, [redacted] can attest to that. it means the world to me that we now, officially, get to be father and daughter after so many years of us joking about it. te quiero mucho papá 🩷🥹

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aussiegrit he called me crying when he got the news

jensonbutton you have to clarify that he demanded a groupcall and proceeded to tell us through tears. ines_alonso wait, who else was involved? lewishamilton think the group chat you created ines_alonso he loves me that's why 🥹 fernandoalo_oficial yes, the whole world now knows that i love my kid

lancestroll congrats! he hasn't stopped talking about this for weeks.

ines_alonso i hope you people know i'm going to keep crying if you keep saying things like this lancestroll it's true, i think everyone on the team knew how excited he was to be your dad, officially that is.

louieee oh baby, i'm so glad you finally have someone who loves you the way a father should love his child. i'm actually crying for you. things are just starting to look up for you 🩷🩷

ines_alonso lou, i'm literally sobbing. a big thank you to you for sticking by my side through this entire mess and for always thinking i was capable of being loved 🩷🩷 louieee you've always been capable of being loved, it's not your fault they have the emotional range of a teaspoon and never knew how to appreciate you.

charles_leclerc félicitations! i know you've waited for this day for a long time

ines_alonso i'm still crying charles, please stop..i'm going to become dehydrated soon. charles_leclerc please drink water

patriciooward VAMOS!! AL FIN!!

ines_alonso MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER (OFFICIAL) patricooward wait, does this mean i have to give [redacted] a shovel talk?? ines_alonso no. max, daniel, and fernando already did that patriciooward thank god. i am not cut out for that.

mickschumacher welcome to the world champion's children club inés!!

ines_alonso who else is in the club? mickschumacher me, you, nico (reluctant) and any other world champion children

oscarpiastri finally, just let out a huge sigh of relief

ines_alonso thanks osc

maxverstappen1 oh thank god, it's about fucking time this happened. can he adopt me next?

ines_alonso back off!! i just got him, get your own dad. i heard kimi is taking applications, but you might have to fight osc

alex_albon WAR IS OVER! SHE'S FREE!!

lilymhe we can throw a party for them alex_albon that might be one of the best ideas you've ever had

georgerussell63 the sigh i swear i just heard nico let out

lewishamilton 🤨 what are you doing with nico?? georgerussell63 mind ya business

pedri felicitaciones!! al fin tienes un papá que te aprecia! [congratulations!! you finally have a dad who appreciates you]

ines_alonso por favor, parale, no puedo llorar más. [please, stop, i can't cry anymore] pedri eso es una mentira, siempre estás llorando [that's a lie, you're always crying]

fcbarcelona felicitaciones a ti y a tu nuevo papa!!

ines_alonso the scream i just scrumpt charles_leclerc i can confirm that oscarpiastri i can also confirm that

sabrinacarpenter congratulations you beautiful girl 💝

ines_alonso holy shit- oscarpiastri i can't take much more screaming charles_leclerc neither can i. please stop. sabrinacarpenter i'm sorry??

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ines_alonso oops, sorry *shared one last name

user08 STOP! INÉS YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! user09 ICON!! BEING ICONIC RUNS IN THE ALONSO FAMILY LADIES AND GENTLEBITCHES!!

user10 she's so family jewels coded

louieee i would say i'm sorry but i'm not and the people deserved to know the truth 🩷

ines_alonso speak your truth king!! maxverstappen1 if you didn't say something, i would've and trust me i would've been a lot less nice alex_albon trust us, we're aware

user11 i don't know what i find more shocking that isa is in her likes or that jude bellingham is

user12 a footballer for real madrid in her likes after the barca post is fucking funny user13 i feel like we're forgetting that she's probably close with isa, she told her about carlos' alleged (confirmed but i don't want the sainz family to sue me for defamation) cheating

user14 the pictures 😃🩷 vs the lyrics 💔💔

mickschumacher i rate your first scandal as an alonso a solid 6/10

ines_alonso i definitely could've topped crashgate but dad said no fernandoalo_ofical i can only handle so much from you and [redacted]. if he sets my kitchen on fire one more time i'm going to ban him for a few months.

logansargeant hey, who got you smiling like that?

ines_alonso your mom logansargeant i hate you

maxverstappen1 a not so kind reminder to judebellingham she's a taken woman. not by me but i'll defend their honor

danielricciardo just say you think of her as a little sister and move on dude maxverstappen1 shut your mouth ricciardo ines_alonso it's okay i already know he loves me maxverstappen1 debatable

isahernaez que lindura, estás brillando inés

ines_alonso isa!! te extraño 🩷 isahernaez igualmente pequeña 💞 user15 oh i bet c*rlos s*inz just shit himself

liamlawson30 do you think he wakes up in a cold sweat whenever you post?

ines_alonso god i hope he does jensonbutton it's what he deserves, xoxo ines_alonso what is your ass doing here? go take care of your children?? jensonbutton you are my child??

user16 YES BABE!! CALL OUT YOUR SHITTY FAMILY!!! SERVE THAT CUNTLONSO!!!

user17 cuntlonso?? is that what we're calling them now?? user18 kinda matches them because they serve cunt!!

patriciooward when you said i'm so marina & the diamonds coded this is not the song i had in mind

ines_alonso what other song could you possibly think of?? patriciooward bubblegum bitch? primadonna? how to be a heartbreaker?? anything but this?? maxverstappen1 she's so matilda coded, according to twitter logansargeant MATILDA?? BY HARRY STYLES?? maxverstappen1 i don't fucking know who sings it. ines_alonso it's okay max, we can both be family line coded patricooward STOP IT!! GET SOME HELP!!! oscarpiastri THERAPY!! BOTH OF YOU!! NOW!! maxverstappen1 therapy is a hoax

user18 racing is a serious sport they said. our drivers are so serious they said. the said drivers are arguing over what song is them coded

user19 and they're all depressing..FIA get them some therapy we beg. user20 but for the record max is so seven coded and inés is so matilda coded user18 STOP MAKING ME SAD?? user21 and charles is so mirrorball coded user22 alex is definitely this is me trying coded user23 logan is also this is me trying coded user18 YOU PEOPLE JUST MADE IT WORSE?! STOP IT!! user23 but is so fun to share our pain with others??

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Bugust. Day 19. "Is this for me?" Buggy x OC (I'm sorry, I love writing about them)

“You all piss me off sometimes, honestly!” Buggy sat on a pista with his head in his hands.

“Captain. There's a courier waiting for you.” Cabaji sat down next to him, muttered softly.

“What courier?”

“Outside your office.”

“What a fucking day! It's all wrong!! Spotlight was late, you completely missed my entrance. Five fucking times! This is a rehearsal but everything must be perfect!! Fine!" Buggy clapped his hands. "It's an hour break. I need a break from you all. I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots.” Grumbling to himself, he strode to his office.

"So where's the fucking delivery guy?" Buggy looked around. "Fuck him too. All right, I'll at least rest for an hour. Need a nap. Oh, and I'll send a picture of Richie to cot---" He opened the door to the office. "Cotton candy? What are you doing here?"

"Hi!" Catherine sat cross-legged on the couch and waved at him.

"Cathie-pie.. Seriously?" Buggy pointed at her clothes. "You have a picture of a whale playing drums on your t-shirt?"

"Don't laugh at my clothes, jerk! I love this whale. He looks like a true rock star."

"You've been coming in here more often, haven't you?" Buggy grinned and sat down next to her on the couch. "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know, about twenty minutes. Oh, saw a guy in a cap, he brought you some papers. And I carefully put them on the table, but I didn't touch anything, don't worry. And decided to wait for you a little. But I was about to leave but see! Here you are!" Catherine squealed and hugged Buggy around the neck and kissed him on the cheek several times. "Hi-i-i!! I was just passing by." Smack. "And thought I'd drop off a present for you." Smack. Smack. Smack.

"A present?" Buggy tried to dodge her kisses. "Geez! Stop doing this, woman!!"

"I want and I kiss you!" Smack. "Yes, the gift. Here!" Catherine held out a small box to him.

"You're all covered in my makeup now." Buggy gave Catherine tissues and opened the lid. "What is this?"

"Oh," Catherine wiped her lips. "I ordered you some new gloves. When I threw the things in the wash a few weeks ago, I noticed your old gloves were already a little frayed. And since your girlfriend is not a very good seamstress, I went to the best sewing atelier in all of Cairo and a lovely sweet girl, you'd like her by the way, made you new gloves."

“Why would I like her?”

"I don't know." Catherine shrugged. "She was pretty and from the conversation, I understood she can sew, cook, keep the house in order. Well.. I'm not really good at any of those things she mentioned." She rested her chin on Buggy's shoulder. "Maybe somewhere in a parallel universe you are together, who knows."

"My personal advice, talk less to people, Cathie-pie. I don't give a shit that you can't sew, and you're not a super cook. Although I do love what you cook for me. And.. And you're the.. the.. the most beautiful girl in the world." Buggy blushed. "At least in this universe."

Catherine laughed, squealed and kissed him on his nose.

"Fuuuck, Catherine!! Stop it!!" Buggy took the new gloves out of the box and examined them. "So.. Did you go to the atelier and order these special for me? Is this gift for me?"

"Of course! I can't let my Buggy Bear performing in ragged gloves. Your fangirls wouldn't understand such a thing."

"I don't have fangirls, stop mocking me, little shit!"

"No, you have! I saw them!" Catherine took one glove in her hand. "Try them on, please! I want to make sure I got the size right."

Buggy shrugged, put the glove on, and clenched and unclenched his fist a few times. "Perfect."

"Great!" Smack. "Oh, I also brought sandwiches." Catherine pulled a lunch box out of her bag. "I remember you took a couple this morning, but I decided to bring you some more."

"Do you remember how the sandwiches ended up last time?" Buggy giggled idiotically. "Need I remind you? It was here on the couch." He started imitating her. "Oh, yes, Buggy. More, Buggy. Damn! I will remember that day for the rest of my life."

Catherine punched him in his shoulder. "Fuck you, honestly. First, speak more quietly, someone might hear. Second, your office is banned again." Catherine opened the box and gave him a salmon sandwich.

"We'll see, Cathie-pie." Buggy grinned and winked at her. "Yes! With salmon!"

"I hate you and your natural charm." Catherine narrowed her eyes. "I don’t understand at all how you conquered me after you wanted to leave me in the desert."

"Fuck!! I didn't leave you!!"

He sniffed the food and took a bite.

"Tasty?" Catherine asked, stroking his hair.

"So fucking good."

"You know, when my dad wasn't on business trips, my mom always left the bakery on her lunch break to bring him lunch to work. They'd go out to the park near his office, and there was a bench under a lilac tree. They would sit there for an hour, talking about everything. One time, when I studied at university, I passed by that park and saw them on the bench. Dad was holding mom's hand, eating rice with his other free hand. But you know, I'll never forget the way dad looked at mom. They had been married for over twenty years, and he looked at her as if he had just fallen in love with her. I thought at the time how happy they were. And when my dad went on business trips, he always came home with lilacs and my mom met him with pecan pie. We always knew that if Mom baked it, it meant Dad was about to arrive. You'd love her pie. It was soft, spicy and smelled like home." Catherine exhaled and put a turkey sandwich in Buggy's hands. "So, when my dad came back he always kissed mom on her cheek and she stroked his back. After dinner, dad would sit on the couch, mom would sit next to him, pour him cocoa, and he would tell her how his trip went. Yeah, they'd fight sometimes, but then dad would pull some stupid romantic crap…"

"Like what?" Buggy asked, with a mouthful of food.

"Chew than talk." Catherine laughed and kissed him on his cheek. "One time they had a big fight and mom didn't talk to him for three or four days. So my dad climbed in their bedroom window, dressed up in the clothes he met her in. By then, dad had gotten a little fat and his jacket didn't fit him very well. Imagine this." Catherine started laughing. "My well-fed dad crawling down the wall into his own bedroom with a jacket that barely buttoned up on him and lilacs in his teeth. My mom laughed for a long time afterward, but forgave him right away. She loved my dad very much. Like I love you." Catherine put both arms around his neck and kissed his cheek a few times. "Love, love, love you so-o-o much." Smack. "Okay, I think I should go, you're busy, and I don't want to distract you. I'll leave you sandwiches and go on my walk. I wanted to go to the library and dig through some books, remembering the depressing time I had working there." Smack. "I'll be waiting for you at home with pizza." Catherine was about to get up.

"Well, actually. We're on break for an hour." Buggy cleared his throat. "Can you... Can you stay?"

"Are you sure? I'm not gonna bother you?"

"How can you bother me?" He shrugged.

"Okay. Then let me make us some coffee." Catherine got up off the couch and ran over to the coffee machine. "But take note, clown! We only drink coffee and eat, okay? Because I know you and your naughty hands!"

"But you never complain!"

"Buggy!" Catherine crossed her arms.

"Fine." Buggy took a bite of the sandwich. "Cathie-pie…"

"What, my blue-haired love?" Catherine looked over her shoulder at him as she placed her cup on the coffee maker.

"Tell me more about your parents."

[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani, I'm alive!

Let me start with this very accurate meme I made on the train:

This is pure entertainment! I did try to take the test when you made it on my way to the library, but I got to the third question and saw a classmate so I had to drop it (socialising sucks) and just got the time to finish it.

Is 70% acceptable? If not, please tell me so I can leave quietly and in shame🙃 I remember you made a video once about your tattoos but I can not find it anywhere and now I'm curious! I love tattoos, how many do you have?

In other news, I saw a video you made about naming characters with alphabet and it was hilarious 😂 You have an adorable laugh, by the way, it made me laugh too.

Also, I had just enough time to read one update, and did I choose the funny, Malec one? No, I chose the Mavid, angsty one. Something is wrong with me. But Dani, my Mavid babies😭 The fics of them growing up together are a little extra close to my heart. I mean come on, they were talking to each other like they've been married for years and they were children! Also, I'm kinda excited about pissed off Max LB, am I going to regret that? "Right where you left me" is amazing🥹

I can't wait for exams to be over so I can start OFRI, Alec and Asmodeus besties? Malec getting married and then falling in love? Pure poetry✨️ Although, Malec meeting and not having a crush on each other immediately? Sounds suspicious🤨 I can't wait to read and find out.

I read "Marauders" in an ask and I squealed I'm so obsessed with them at the moment and I adore Sirius Black. I mean, the parallels I see between Sirius/Remus and Max/David? I could talk about it all day long, and I will once I get the time believe me.

Can I just say, your characters have like, the most amazing names? Alyse? Prettiest name I've ever seen. And I love how there's a meaning behind them, enough that a picture can resemble it? I can't wait to find out everyone's names and personalities! What is your process in choosing their names? Does their personality play a part in choosing? Or their story and journey in the book? Like David meaning beloved?

Okay, I'm gonna fuck off now and go back to studying now, hopefully I survive the next two weeks and come back. I leave you with a bunch of tik toks that will hopefully make you smile, have a fantastic week☺️🌼

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNecjwHqM/

David with Max??

These two are my favourite Wolfstar (Sirius/Remus) cosplayers, they are adorable🥹

That meme is so accurate 😭😭😭

How are you, Vicky? I hope the exams are going okay and you are taking good care of yourself 🔪 (yes this is a threat)

70% is actually very good (apparently 🤣)

I have 5 tattoos so far. I don't have a dragon tattoo yet. I want to get one, but I need the right design!!

Omg the names games was something else. I was so exhasuted when I made it so I have no idea what I was saying lol.

Of course you picked the angsty story 🤭 Pissed off Max LB does not make good decisions, so we probably shouldn't be excited. But then again, not pissed off Max LB doesn't make good decisions either lmao. We will wait and see how things go 😌

Wolfstar is a whole thing, isn't it? I love the dynamic too. If i remember correctly, Gigi is a big fan (it's mentioned in the early LBAF fics).

The name is actually Anise 😇 The naming process is actually a nightmare because in this world, people are named according to a system and I have to fit a name that fits the system while also giving nice vibes. IT'S A STRUGGLE I TELL YOU. But I love all the names so far. They are vibing hard. I can't wait for you to learn all the names and why are given those names 🥰

I hope the next two weeks go well. I have a bunch of deadlines for end of September, so I hope we both survive it ✊🏾 Good luck with your exams and can't wait for you to come back and enjoy OFRI 🩵

PS - The sharks and camels thing??? AH. And that's definitely David with Max hehe. I love my codependent clusterfucks 😎 And those cosplayers were so cute 😭

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

Beauty is in the Eye of the Bow-holder

2018 31 Days of Ficmas, day 14 - bows

@doctorroseprompts

31 Days of Ficmas masterlist

Summary: A random customer on a cold day makes a big purchase for his daughter - and they both gain so much more than the sought-after hairbows.

Rated T for language and some innuendo

AO3

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The tinkling of the bell in concert with a gust of frigid air made Rose look up from her spot behind the counter.  A man hurried in, and oh, he’s fit had scarcely crossed her mind when she saw he was accompanied by a small girl; any remaining hope died as she squealed, “Daddy, daddy, look!”

Figures.  How come I only meet cute blokes when they’re almost always married with kids?  Nature of the beast, I suppose, but still.

She dragged him by the hand towards the back wall of the shop, where the assorted hair accessories were displayed.  “Look how pretty!” she enthused, going straight to the set of hair bows.  About seven, with dark hair and eyes, she was the target demographic for those bows; Rose must have sold at least a dozen that week alone to similarly aged girls.

“Very nice,” the father agreed mildly, adjusting his own bowtie.  “A deal’s a deal.  Which one do you want?”

Seeing that they weren’t just there to look, Rose came out from behind the counter.  “Welcome to Bows Galore & More!  I’m Rose.  How can I help you?”

“Hello,” the man responded perfunctorily, then did a double take.  “Hello.”

“Hello,” Rose smiled back, letting her tongue catch between her teeth; she didn’t go for married men, but certainly wasn’t above a bit of flirting – it usually resulted in an extra sale, and was always fun.  When he didn’t say anything else she raised her eyebrows; a glance down at the girl showed her preoccupied with the selection.  “Can I help you?”

He came back to life, adjusting his bow tie and coughing.  “Yes!  Hi.  Hello.  How are you?  Ow.”  He looked down at his daughter.  “Did you just kick me?”

Wise beyond her years, the girl shook her head.  “I’m Susan, this is Daddy.  John.  He gets weird when he talks to pretty girls.  Can you focus, please?”

Rose and the man- John- both turned red.

“Yes, my love, of course,” he recovered first.  “Erm, tomorrow’s picture day, and we’ve got to have one of these for it.  She’s been talking about them since term started.”

“They’re so pretty, and all the popular girls have one.  I had to get top marks on my maths test to have one, and I did!”

Rose crouched down to be more at eye level with Susan and the bows.  “Congratulations!  I always struggled with Maths, so sounds like you well earned it.”

Susan nodded fiercely.  “I worked soooo hard.  Now I get to have my bow, so I can be beautiful!”

“Hey, hey, you are beautiful, just the way you are,” her father chided, squatting as well.  “Can you say that for me?”

“I’m beautiful just the way I am,” she repeated dutifully.  “But see how much beautifuller I am with one of these!”  And she jammed on a headband full of bejeweled bows; it ended up at a funny angle, but it didn’t seem to bother her as she inspected herself in the mirror.  “So more beautifuller.”

Both adults straightened up, him groaning before giving her a wry smile.  “It’s a work in progress.”

Rose just laughed, shaking her head.  “Blimey, wish I had her confidence- now, let alone at her age!”

“Why?  You’re gorgeous.”

They stared at each other, Rose almost taken aback at how matter-of-factly he’d said it.

“I’m sorry, that was completely inappropriate.  True, but still… Susan, have you decided yet?”  He rubbed at the back of his neck, cheeks pink, and it was a damn shame he was almost certainly married; Rose wanted to see how far the flush went.

Get yourself together.  Kneeling on the floor for better balance, she bit back a laugh; Susan had continued her sampling, but rather than take one off and try a new one, she’d continued to stick the bows in her hair, nearly covering her head.  “Well, they all look great, but maybe you should try to match your outfit?  What color shirt are you wearing for picture day?”

“Pink!” was the unsurprising reply; besides being what Rose sold the most of, nearly all of the bows Susan wore were some shade of it.  “It’s my favorite.”

“Mine too!  What shade is your shirt?”

Susan gave her a blank look.

Badly disguising his laughter as a cough, the man- John- pointed to a blush shade.  “Like that?”

“No, Daddy,” she shook her head, bows wobbling precariously.

“Oh, okay.  More like that?”  Rather than move more into the pinks he went the other way, pointing to a peach color.

Susan heaved a sigh that seemed too big for her little body, making a face at Rose.  “He thinks he’s funny.”

“Oi!  Am too funny.”

“Funny looking.”

Rose couldn’t help but giggle, both at the deadpan delivery and his offended expression.

“Seven going on seventeen,” he muttered.  “God help me.  Now, quit mouthing off if you want your prize and pick something out; we’re late for Mummy.”

Why are the good ones always happily married?

“I have to look pretty for Mummy,” Susan said firmly, trying on a few different ones.  “But she’s not gonna even know.”  A fuchsia-colored headband seemed to be the winner as she tried it on a third time, meeting Rose’s eye in the mirror.  “Mummy’s an angel.  She died ‘cause I was born.”

“When,” her father spoke sharply, kneeling and turning her to face him.  “Mummy died when you were born, not because you were born.  And now she’s your guardian angel.  Okay?”

She nodded.

“Say it, please.”

“Mummy died when I was born.  Don’t see how that’s different, though.”  She looked up at Rose.  “What’s this one called?”

“Fuchsia.”

The little girl beamed.  “That was Mummy’s favorite, right?”

Looking like he wanted to continue the when/because conversation, he nonetheless let it go.  “It was.  You look very pretty.  Is this the one?”

“It’s the color,” she corrected.  “Now I gotta pick the- what’s it called?”

“Style?”

“That’s it!”

-

Twenty minutes later Rose finally checked them out; one of each style, all fuchsia.  The girl was a proper chatterbox, and Rose now knew everything about her, from favorite food (fish sticks and custard), subjects in school (maths and science) to friends in school, though she got the sense the last list was embellished.

Pulling out his wallet as he watched his daughter explore the rhinestone tiaras, he cleared his throat.  “Uh, sorry.  We’re still working on what’s appropriate to tell complete strangers.”

“She’s precious,” Rose said sincerely.  “I loved chatting with her.  And, erm, sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks.  It’s not easy, but… she’s worth it.  And it’s been years, now.”

Rose shook her head.  “Doesn’t really matter.  I was a baby when my dad died – not a day goes by I don’t think about him.”  She grimaced.  “Sorry, that was probably the opposite of helpful.”

“Eh,” he shrugged.  “It’s hard to miss someone you never knew.  Just have other peoples’ memories to lean on.”

They watched together as Susan held a pair of earrings up to her ear, and he gave a full body shudder.  “God, she’s going to be a teenager any second, and I am not ready.”

Laughing, Rose said, “She might already be; but she’ll be fine, and you’ll get through it, reasonably in one piece.”

He smiled, and her treacherous heart thumped.  Just ‘cause he’s a widow doesn’t mean he’s available.  “Right, munchkin, time to go,” he announced, gathering the gift bag with their purchases.  “Thank you for your help, Rose.”

“Thanks, Rose!”

Thump thump thump.  “Thanks for coming in.  If you’re ever passing by, stop in and let me know how picture day goes!”

She waved goodbye as they left, Susan contorting herself around to wave until they were out of sight.

“Cute kid.”  Rose sighed.  “Hot dad.”

-

Chewing his pizza, John watched his daughter.  She was picking at her food more than eating it, and he wondered yet again whether their ritual of Tuesday pizza graveside was healthy for her.  River would know.  “You know, munchkin, you can always talk to me.  About anything you’re thinking, or feeling.  Any questions.  I’m always here for you.”

Her lower lip caught between her teeth, Susan lowed her slice back to the plate, toying with her napkin.  “I do have a question.”

“Shoot.”

She looked up.  “D’you think if you and Rose got married I could get free hairbows?”

The fuck?  “Wha- the girl from the bow store?”

“Uh huh.”  Her dark ponytail bobbed.  “She was pretty, and she liked you.  You liked her too.  You’d have pretty babies.”

John pinched himself, certain he’d fallen down a rabbit hole.  “You think the pretty girl from the store and I should get married and have babies?  So that you can get free hairbows?”  His voice got progressively higher pitched, and by the time he was done, she was giggling.

Jaw hanging, he didn’t know where to start, spluttering for a long moment (to further laugher), before managing, “What makes you think either of us would like that?”

“She’s pretty, and nice, and she kept looking at your bum and smiling.  I bet she’d kiss you if you asked nicely.”

Forget seventeen, I’ve got a matchmaking grandmother over here!  He looked at the headstone next to him.  “What do you think?  Do you hear what your daughter is saying?"

“You always say Mummy would want us to be happy,” Susan pointed out logically.  “That we should remember her and honor her, but we have to keep moving with our lives.  Don’t you want to be happy, Daddy?”

That was a path he wanted no part of, so he circled back.  “Okay, let’s say she did like me.  What makes you think I like her?”

A smile so like River’s it made his breath catch stole over Susan’s face; like he’d stumbled into her trap and she held the upper hand.  “’Cause if you didn’t, you’d’a just said not happening and changed the subject.  Tha’s what you usually do.  You liiiike her.  You wanna kisss her,” she taunted.  “Can I be the flower girl?”

With no good retort, and blown away at the conversation, all he could manage was, “Eat your pizza, Susan.”

Her little smirk said she wasn’t fooled, but she took an oversized bit all the same.

-

It would be a lie to say she’d forgotten the little family, but it took her a week to stop looking up with hope every time the bell chimed, only to be disappointed it wasn’t them.

Oh, come on, Rose groaned, when the bell tinkled.  Five more minutes and I can go home to a bottle of wine.

“One second,” she called, straightening up her paperwork before stepping back out onto the shop floor.  “How can I- Susan!  Hi!”

The pair were standing in front of the register, Susan in a dress, while John tugged at his bowtie.

“See?” the little girl said smugly to her father, making him sigh and shake his head.

“Proves nothing.”

“Don’t be a coward.”

Rose snorted, though their conversation went past her.  “Don’t you both look nice and dressed up.  Going out?  How did picture day go?”

Susan looked up at him with an expectant expression, and it was amusing to watch the contortions his face went through.

“If you don’t like this idea, blame Susan,” he started off.  “We- ow, stop kicking me!”  Susan won the exchange of glares, so he cleared his throat and started again.  “I was wondering if you might be interested in hearing about it over dinner.  With us.  Both of us.  We’re kind of- well not kind of, we are- a package deal.”

Two anxious faces looked at Rose, and she took a moment to compose her thoughts, though a smile was threatening to overtake her face.  “Is this a date?”

He said no while Susan said yes, and the withering look coming from the seven-year-old could’ve made a grown man cry.

Rose raised an eyebrow, enjoying the show.  I would definitely like to spend more time with this family.  “Which is it?”

“It can be a date, if that’s what you want,” John said, swallowing nervously.  “Or a friendship thing.”

“What do you want?” she asked gently, watching his face.

“Date!” chirped Susan, earning her an exasperated look from her father.

“Don’t you wanna go see if there’s new bows or something?”

She shook her head.  “Uh uh.  It took me weeeeeks to get you in here!  Hurry uuuuup!  Mooo!  Moooooooo!”

“Moo?”

John rolled his eyes fondly at that.  “Coward – cow – moo.  Coward was the word of the day, and it’s unfortunately her new favorite.  Especially after a trip to Scotland over the summer.”

Rose smiled, tongue catching between her teeth, watching his Adam’s apple bob again.  “I like steak.”

“How’s Italian?  Daddy promised me stuffed shells,” Susan asked, oblivious, but John’s eyes went dark as he caught her meaning.

“Yeah?”

“Susan?  Does Daddy make breakfast?”

“Uh huh!  His waffles are the best.”

Rose and John exchanged a steamy look, and she licked her lips, eyes lingering over him.  “Give me ten minutes to close up.  Italian sounds great.”

“Yay!”

-

Eighteen months later, Susan was allowed to pick out two bows to go with her flower girl dress.

[avatar-saiki]

Birds of a feather…

… are supposed to flock together. So why did he feel like he’d been left behind?

*Beelzebub/reader, 2k words, Beel’s past regrets*

He’d never forget that day.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Lilith.”

Conversations lulled as a young girl walked in, dressed in the simplest of robes with her feet bare and her expression bright. Lucifer had asked them all to be present as he often did, either to discuss assignments or introduce new angels to the fold. This had been no different.

And yet…

“I would like the following to watch over her and guide her in Enlightenment.”

“Mammon.”

“Aw, again? Why another one?” 

“Leviathan.”

“Wh-What?! Why me?”

“Asmodeus.”

“Oo yay! I haven’t been chosen as a mentor in ages! This’ll be so fun!”

“Belphegor, and…”

Beelzebub glanced over at the empty seat beside him.

“Beelzebub.”

“Me?” He looked at Lucifer in surprise. “But I’m—“

“Beelzebub?”

Lilith all but sprinted to him, excited footsteps tapping on the granite tiles.

“Lilith, don’t—“ Lucifer began to scold her, but she paid it no mind.

“You’re Beelzebub?” She asked when she reached him, “Really?”

“Ah…” He sat up a little straighter, wanting to make a good impression. “Yes, I am.”

Her smile widened and she stood up on her toes, her excitement so bright it made his chest feel lighter.

“Beelzebub, the twin of Belphegor, right? Is it true? Is it true Father created you two from the same beginning?”

“Oh um… yes, that’s true—“

She squealed in delight. “That’s so cool! Can you really communicate with your minds? Do you know his thoughts right now? Can you—“ “Lilith.”

Lucifer’s sharp tone finally caught her attention and she flinched, looking over her shoulder.

“Sorry, Lucifer…” she mumbled sheepishly, quickly taking a seat next to Beelzebub and sitting on her hands, doing her best to be the picture of innocence.

Lucifer only sighed and shook his head, continuing on with explaining the rest of the agenda.

That day he learned mornings could be… bright.

Lucifer always assigned a group of mentors to fledglings while Michael tended to only choose one or two. It was strange, especially since the young angels would often end up favoring the teachings of a select few until they found a way to recognize Fate for themselves. 

Lilith wasn’t quite like that. She quickly became fond of all those around her, even those who had not been assigned to mentor her. Always eager and excited to learn, it was hard to resist her charm. She held a tenacious curiosity within her, something that never seemed to dim no matter how much time passed.

If anything, it only grew brighter.

He’d never forget how excited she’d been when Belphegor showed them his new Manifestation. A glimpse at a new world, he’d said, something Father had created most likely. It was a strange place, and Beelzebub felt that if Father hadn’t mentioned it to them, then they weren’t meant to know.

Lilith, however, was captivated.

So many questions she’d asked, many that Belphegor couldn’t answer but had been excited by. He’d shown his Manifestation to a few angels, but most had dismissed it much in the same way Beelzebub had. No one had asked or felt the need to give it more than the briefest of glimpses. This unknown realm was of no concern and had no bearing or meaning in the Celestial Realm, so why pry? 

But whenever he saw Belphegor and Lilith together, a contented smile on his twins’ face that he’d never seen it…

It was hard to feel the need to squander it.

Afternoons had never felt so warm.

Soon she’d become older, and it was time for her to choose her path. What had she learned, and where would she like to grow? They had been walking together in the grand hall of the cathedral, her worry and uncertainty creeping in the closer they came to Lucifer’s door.

“I wouldn’t worry,” he’d said, “I don’t even have a clearly defined path.”

“Really?” She’d looked up at him in awe, “But you always seem to know what you’re meant to be.”

He’d never realized how… amusing that sentiment had been in that moment. Known who he was meant to be? Did he? He’d felt like a half of a whole since the day he’d been created, though the feeling never brought him distress. Nor peace. It just… was the way things were; it was his Fate to share with Belphegor.

“Do you know what you want to be?” She’d asked, “Maybe knowing your vision will help me find mine.”

“I want to protect what’s right,” he’d said.

Her smile was like sunlight.

“Lucifer! Lucifer!”

Belphegor had never spoken up or interrupted another before, but when he burst into the room even Lucifer was stunned into silence.

Without pausing for a second, he strode past Lilith and Beelzebub and stopped at the end of Lucifer’s desk.

“Belphegor, we’re—“

“I know, but look.” Belphegor held his hands at shoulder’s distance apart in front of his chest, recreating his Manifestation before their very eyes.

“Belphegor I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’ve no interest in—“ “But look!” He’d cried, thrusting his arms out to make Lucifer see. “Look at what they’re doing to Father’s Creation!”

Lilith was at his side in an instant, peering over his shoulder. “What… what are those things?”

“I don’t know, but they’re awful. They’re ruining everything!”

Lucifer’s expression had soured, but he said nothing. Only analyzing. Then he’d looked into Belphegor’s eyes and asked.

“Where did these creatures come from, do you know?”

He’d shaken his head, tears starting to form in his eyes. “No, I just noticed them recently when I looked. They don’t seem like they’re from Father’s Creation.”

“Haven’t you seen creatures… cause harm to one another before?”

“Yes, but this is different! These… these things aren’t like animals. They don’t obey the laws of the realm!”

Lucifer quieted, and Beelzebub had taken a chance to glimpse into Belphegor’s distress. So many awful feelings, many he’d never felt before. Had Belphie… coveted this place?

“What do you think we should do, Beelzebub?” Lucifer’d asked him unexpectedly, snapping him from his thoughts.

He’d looked to the imagery, then Lucifer’s eyes and answered without a second thought.

“Whatever these creatures are, we should make sure they can’t enter this realm.”

The stricken looks on both Lilith’s and Belphegor’s face would never leave his memory.

“Yes… yes, that’s a wise idea. Beelzebub, I’d like to position you to watch the gates while I discuss this further with Michael.”

In a world full of sunlight…

“Beelzebub…”

Lilith had taken to a new hobby, walking along the meadows and gazing out across all that Father had created for this realm. From the scent of grass that stirred in the shapeless breeze to the way the wind swept her hair, she was the picture of serenity and grace.

If only it could be reflected on her face…

“Beel?” she repeated, half turning to him with a sad smile. “Could I… ask you for something?”

“Of course,” he said, “anything.”

She bowed her head and asked in a voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it over the grass’ rustle.

“Will you… hold me?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, not knowing why but wanting to comfort her all the same. He didn’t need to know why, all that he needed to know was he could make her feel safe and shield her from whatever caused her smile to lose its light.

“Thank you, Beel…” she whispered, holding him close as he folded his wings around her, hoping to deafen the sounds around them to bring her peace. “You’re always… there for me,” she said, reaching up to caress his feathers as she’d often done when she was little. She’d always praised his feathers, and even shown him that they could glitter like rainbows in the light. So soft and bright, she’d said, like the realm’s greatest embrace.

…when did it become so cold.

He should’ve known.

“Lilith!”

He should’ve known.

Belphegor’s wails rung out far into the night, piercing and wrenching deep inside his heart.

Agony.

Despair.

His knees buckled and he fell, dimly aware of his own pain as he watched Belphegor howl to the moon, tears mixing with the blood that poured from fresh wounds at his temples as thick, monstrous horns adorned his crown.

He should’ve known.

His twin’s cries became hoarse but never ceased. Never faded. Even as his consciousness ebbed away, his wails followed him into his dreams.

Without her smile, there was no light.

“Beelzebub?”

Without her, there was no right.

“Beel?”

He held himself steady, having trapped you between himself and the wall with no one else around. You, who had been nothing more than a simple human selected for the exchange program but quickly became more, so much more. Not just to him, but to everyone. Never had he thought he could make a pact with a human, let alone befriend one.

And yet…

“Beel?”

His jaws parted, breath ragged and hunger setting in. A pact, a friendship, a fondness… nothing could make the emptiness inside go away. Not when you looked like that, so curious and eager. So warm.

So… bright.

“Beel?”

“Order me away.”

“Wh… what?”

Saliva began to pool under his tongue, the temptation to eat what he hungered for rising. This hadn’t been the first time he’d trapped you like this, frightened you like this.

“Order me to stay away.” He forced himself to say, sickening himself with the chilling buzz of his wings. What had once been soft and comforting was now nothing but another reminder of the creature he’d become.

“Tell me I can’t be alone with you,” he continued, swallowing the burning in his throat. “Make me promise to never be alone with you.”

“Oh… Beel…”

Don’t.

“Please.” He bowed his head until his forehead touched the wall, wishing he could say it was in defeat but in reality he didn’t want his prey to escape. 

“Why?” You asked naively, making the burn rise even higher, tightening in his throat. 

He couldn’t protect her.

“I trust you, Beel.”

He flinched as arms wrapped around his middle, another anxious flutter of his wings breaking the silence when he couldn’t speak.

He can’t protect you.

You reached up to caress his shoulders, fingertips lightly gliding along the edges of his wing.

“You’re just hungry, right? It’s been a long day.”

The burning reached his eyes, tears blurring his sight.

This empty feeling…

A low rumble vibrated in his abdomen and you laughed softly.

“See? You’re just hungry. I get cranky too when I haven’t eaten.”

Stop.

You rubbed his back, humming a nonsensical tune.

Stop trying to fill it.

He didn’t deserve to feel whole.

Not without Belphie…

Another rumble and you chuckled again, squeezing him a little tighter. “C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll make you something. How’s that sound?”

Not without Lilith.

Just one bite.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back against the wall.

Just one bite, then you’d see.

You’d see the monster he could be.

“What’re you doing, Beel?” you asked unflinching, keeping your chin up even as he leaned in to tear at your throat.

“I…”

A monster.

He couldn’t save her.

“You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

He held your shoulders tight, hating the sound of his wings at his back.

“I… I…”

You reached up to wrap you arms around his neck and stood up on your toes, tucking his face into your neck and surrounding him in your scent. Your sweet, delicious scent.

His hands began to shake, but you only rubbed your cheek against his neck and whispered.

“I know you, Beel.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

He choked out such a wretched sound, but you only held him and stroked his hair, speaking sweet nothings while he salivated over your soul.

He had no right…

“C’mon,” you cooed gently, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers and tickling the back of his neck. “Let’s go get a snack.”

“… Okay…” he whispered. “A snack does sound nice.”

No right…

He could fill your cheeks pull back into a grin. “We should hurry then or Lucifer’ll kick us out of the kitchen and make you wait till dinner.”

No right to let your light fill the emptiness inside.

[x3kristax3]

Invaded by the Past

Chapter 8:

As we left the apartment, Jake told us there was somewhere he wanted to take us that was going to be a fun family outing. I was shocked he was taking us somewhere without asking me what the kids liked but I trusted him and knew he wouldn’t disappoint them. He was holding Lauren as we walked and Lucas’s hand and I found myself falling behind watching him walk with them like that. I took out my phone and snapped a picture because those moments are what I’ve been missing these five years.

We get to the place he told us about and its an indoor arcade place that has laser tag, a ball pit and so much other fun stuff. As he paid for us all to get in the kids took off running. I couldn’t keep up with them so we kept a watch. I found one of my favorite games near where the kids were and started playing, until i felt a hand on my back that made me jump and lose the game. I sighed as I turned around and saw Eric.

“Hi Morgan’ he surprised me as this isn’t a normal place he would take his daughter but it is someplace new so she probably wanted to come.

“Hi Eric,” i say as i turn and watch the kids and I see Jake grabbing Lauren and tickling her. I find myself smiling watching this. It’s like he hasn’t missed a beat, but I know the kids have to learn to trust him just as much as I do.

‘So who was that guy that took your phone last night?” he asks, shaking me from my train of thought.

“He told you, my husband and my kids father.” I say with a sigh. 

He grabs my chin making me turn to look at him, “come on no way he’s still alive. Its probably a conartist trying to get close to you.” he says. 

I move his hand, “you can believe what you want, but i have to go. We got four tickets for the laser tag to us.” i say as i start to walk away but he grabs my hand and pulls me against him.

“Come on you know we both felt it.” he says into my ear.

I push him away not noticing Jake came up, “everything okay, MC?” he asks wrapping his arm around me.

“He was just about to leave, babe.” I say looking at him and I see the glare he’s giving Eric.

“You have to be kidding me, your joking right? This is the new guy you brought around the kids before me?” he asked shocked. “You know he’s a hacker,” he tries to grab my hand but Jake stands between us.

“She is mine, Eric,” he shows him both of our left hands with the matching wedding band.

“I guess I don’t know you like I thought I did Morgan, have fun with a hacker and always looking over your shoulder.” he walks away.

Jake turns around and wraps his arms around me pulling me close. “Im sorry if that was too much but when I saw him grab you I had to protect you.” 

I lookup at him and into his eyes, “it wasn’t. I wasn’t expecting him to be here let alone do that. But where are those kids of ours so we can go have fun playing laser tag.” I say with a smile.

He kisses me softly right there and then we find the kids and head into the laser tag. I find myself hiding, trying to outlast Jake and he finds me hiding. I'm crouched down getting ready to take someone out and he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

"Lets hide from the kids together" he whispers in my ear.

Feeling his touch melts my heart and I can't help but smile. I turn to face him and he kisses me deeply thinking the kids won't find us.

We get caught up in the moment and all of a sudden we both feel a zap on the vest "GOT YOU!" Both kids squeal.

We pull away and drop the lasers and grab them to tickle them. We head out afterwards to grab food and drinks as we're all getting hungry.

As we walk out I see Eric and his daughter and Lucas runs up to her and hugs her as they go to school together. I feel Jake's arm wrap around me as I'm holding Laurens hand. "Lucas let's get food" I say, calling him as they are talking.

I hear him fuss but he comes back when Jake calls for him. I roll my eyes as he's already stepping into being a father again and even with Lucas he's not missing a beat.

We enjoy the rest of the day playing and just having fun.cas we get back to the apartment lauren plops down on the couch and Lucas looks up at Jake. "Dad, are you going to stay here or go back?"

Jake and I look at eachother and I nod, "so do you want me to move back in?" He asks.

All of a sudden from Lauren on the couch we hear "YES!" I let out a giggle as she already wants him around but I look at Lucas and I see him looking at me.

"Sweetie, do you want us to be a whole family again?"

"The therapist said having a whole family again might help me. I know you were seeing Ashley's dad but I do want Dad back," he sighs as he walks away.

"Come back here Lucas," I said gently. He turns back and walks in front of me. "I was seeing him. However, you know how I tell you if your heart isn't in it to not keep doing something?" I ask and he shakes his head in agreed. "My heart wasn't because your father will always have mine but I want you and Lauren to trust him because you want to not because of me okay?"

"Having dad around all the time will help with trusting him." He states

"Okay then it's settled, I'll move back in tomorrow okay?" Jake state put his hand on Lucas's shoulder.

He runs to his room and I see Lauren passed out on the couch. I look over Jake and he pulls me in for a hug and I just melt again. I feel the stress of these five years leave me and Jake lets go of me. He goes and grabs Lauren and I walk him to her room and he lays her down on her bed, covering her up.

We head back out to the living room and we curl up on the couch with the TV on. He kisses me gently but deep again like in the laser tag and I give in to him kissing him back. My hand goes to the back of his neck and he does the same as our kiss deepens.

I reluctantly pull away from him and lean my head against him. "Not with the kids here. We need to talk to Jessy and Andy about them taking them for a night." I say trying to control myself.

"I should go. I'll come back tomorrow with my stuff. I love you, MC" he looks into my eyes.

I look back into his "I love you too, Jake."

He gets up and kisses me before leaving.

[aioniaa]

Pond family reunion 🤍

[kyufessions]

JACOB - LILY OF THE VALLEY

meaning: lily of the valley’s represent the return of happiness

pairings: single father, idol! jacob bae x teacher! g.n. reader

synopsis: when single father jacob goes to drop off his daughter to their first day of first grade, he didn’t expect to see you there as well.

warnings: fluff, some angst but barely there

a/n: part one of my tbz flower series, you can find the other parts here ! i also put “mx.” instead of “mr.” or “ms.” to keep everything as gender neutral as possible, feel free to change that as you read along ! enjoy ~

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“are you ready for your first day of first grade, kat?” jacob questioned his daughter as he helped her hop down from her car seat, a comforting smile on his face.

she nodded eagerly, her smile just as bright as her fathers. “of course! I even get to see my friends again!”

“You saw them everyday this summer, sweetheart.” he chuckled, double checking her french braids that he learned to do specifically for her. When she told her dad she wanted her hair to look exactly like a picture she’d shown him that had a young woman with french braids, he spent the entire night learning how to make them look perfect.

“so? being in school with them is different!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down happily.

kat, shortened for katherine, was the light of jacob’s life. after he found out about his ex-wife’s actual intentions with him, which was to gain fame and money off of him from his idol status, he left her and gained full custody of kat. since she was only two when her parents separated, kat didn’t remember much about her mother. she asked about her sometimes but jacob never told her much since he didn’t really see her as an important part of her life.

as soon as jacob wanted to end things and brought forth the divorce papers to his now ex-wife, all she did was laugh and sign the papers- all her things being gone the very next day as he was out running errands with kat for only two hours. he was hurt for quite some time, but not too long since he knew he deserved better. once he was out of his heartbreak funk, he promised himself to only focus on katherine for the time being. five years later and he hadn’t gone on one date or even so much as kissed someone. his best friends tried setting him up multiple times but never agreed to go, only wanting to focus on his current life. besides, he did a lot of thinking as well during this time.

he thought about his relationship before meeting his fame-hungry ex-wife and how purely beautiful it was. about how utterly in love he was with that person before they parted ways. they only parted ways because he had met his future ex, believing he was more in love with that stranger than he ever could be with the person he truly was in love with. sure, they were only together for thirteen months but he swore he had never felt happier. when he tried to bring those emotions into the present, all he could feel was merriment, contentedness, and love. which were things he thought he felt with his previously described ex, but was just blinded by lust and manipulation.

jacob grabbed his daughter's hand, walking through the front doors of her school and down the hall to her classroom. he listened intently to the small human as she explained how excited she was for her first day, telling her father how she was so grown now. when he reached her classroom she squealed with excitement as they both waited in line for her to check in. and when he noticed who the teacher was, he started to feel like his daughter to an extent.”

“y/n?” he questioned, his eyes widening as he realized he said it out loud.

you smiled politely at him, a small laugh leaving your lips. “i’m y/l/n, pleasure to meet you again, mr. bae.” you knelt down to his daughters height, your smile never leaving your face. “you must be katherine, i love your braids!”

kat’s smile grew wider, thanking her new teacher as her eyes sparkled. “my daddy did them! aren’t they pretty?” she twirled her braids in her tiny hands, glancing up at her dad and hugging his legs before running inside to say hello to one of her friends. he waved goodbye to her before she left, giving her a small forehead kiss and telling her he’d see her later along with an ‘i love you’. she reassured him she loved him as well as she ran towards a cubby, throwing her bag inside and then towards her one friend.

you glanced behind jacob as he stood up with a grunt as he was previously at his daughters height. you noticed no one was behind him and knew no kids were behind you as they all sat in a circle in the middle of the room as instructed. you took this opportunity to speak to your old lover who you hadn’t seen in over twelve years.

“i’d appreciate it if you called me mx. y/l/n, mr. bae.” you exclaimed to him, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared him down. “especially around your daughter.”

jacob gulped, nodding in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i didn’t expect you to be my child’s teacher i was just shocked.” he smiled awkwardly, making you cringe internally. “you look good.”

“i know.” was all you said before telling him class was starting soon and that he had to leave. he happily obliged and left, but not before saying how nice it was to see you again after twelve years.

the school year had just started and there were already parent-teacher conferences that had to be held. school had been back in session for two months, and you already hated seeing that same smiling man every morning and afternoon.

twelve years ago jacob decided to leave you for someone else, who he ended up flaunting around any chance he had. at the time you had assumed he was rubbing it in your face, and considering he was your first love it hurt like hell to see them together. whenever a new dispatch photo would drop or they would both do an interview together, you couldn’t help but feel a few tear drops fall from your eyes. it took you a few months to figure yourself back out, and once you did you started feeling okay again.

you began to focus on your future career, making sure to pass all your college courses with flying colors to make sure to get the best job possible for yourself. and that you did. you graduated top of your class with honors, getting a job opportunity in a big city five hours away from where you had previously resided. you figured this would be a fresh new start for you- your dream job in a new city with new memories to be created and new relationships to discover. change had never excited you before, but after having your heart ripped out by jacob bae himself made you change your mind.

you didn’t still hate or resent him. in fact, you admired him if anything. the fact that all these years he continued to be a successful idol with a growing daughter, not once declining in talent or sales when it came to his group was something worth praising. and the fact his messy divorce was in the public eye made everything worse, and not once did he ever say anything negative regarding the mother of his child whether she did the opposite or not. watching jacob get brutally pulled apart publicly for his divorce hurt you in some aspects, because despite him having hurt you years ago he was still overall a sunshine of a human being who deserved respect and support.

tonight was the night of katherine’s parent teacher conference along with three other kids' parents. there were different time slots and jacob chose the last one of the night, assuming he had a schedule to attend to. the first three conferences went by in a breeze, all of them lasting no more than fifteen minutes each. when the third parent finished, you had half an hour before jacob had to come by so you had some time to yourself. you decided to walk three doors down to the teachers lounge, feeling yourself getting tired from the long days work.

you normally didn’t put more than one spoon of sugar into your cups of coffee, but in order to keep yourself awake you needed around three. you poured the irish cream from the fridge, swirling around the mixture and smiling to yourself contently- that was until you heard a knock on the open door of the lounge. startled, you jumped up a bit in your spot in front of the mini kitchen counter which caused some coffee to spill over your baby blue shirt.

when you looked up to see who caused you to make such a mess, you were surprised to see the last parent of the day rushing over to the napkins and helping you clean up the mess. apologies spurted out left and right, saying he didn’t mean to scare you in any way but rather to just capture your attention. you reassured him it was fine, telling him it was your fault for being so scared in the first place. after you both cleaned up the mess, you took a quick sip of the coffee before walking out and back towards the classroom. jacob followed behind you, hating the silence you served him whenever he was around.

you told the father to take a seat in one of the chairs that were set up in front of your desk as you carefully placed your mug on a coaster. you scrummaged through your top drawer and pulled out katherine’s file along with a picture she drew that day, ready to tell jacob about how well katherine was doing in class so far. that was, until he decided to speak first.

“why are you so quiet around me?” he questioned, playing with his thumbs as he watched you. when you looked up to meet his gaze, he felt himself get smaller. “you act like you don’t know me, it’s a bit weird.”

“i’m here to talk about katherine, not us. but if you’d like to discuss that quickly to get it out of the way, we can.” you cleared your throat, setting down his daughters file for a brief moment to say everything you’ve been wanting to for twelve years. “you left me for someone else, flaunted that relationship to the media like no tomorrow, only to end up getting divorced years later. you were my first love and acted like i meant nothing when you left. you just, moved on just like that. to someone who didn’t even deserve any of your attention.” the tone in your voice held no emotion which gave jacob shivers.

he had nothing to say because at the end of the day you were right. his ex didn’t deserve him at all, not then and not now. he was manipulated by her from the start, and he was so young and convinced he was in love that it all just happened before he knew it. he just stared at you, continuing to play awkwardly with his thumbs as you just stared back blankly at him. “i’m sorry, y/n. i was young and didn’t know better. but you’re right, she didn’t deserve me at all-“

“mx. y/l/n.” you corrected, picking back up his daughter's file and pulling out her drawings and progress reports.

for the next ten minutes you showed jacob all of katherine’s progress. the drawing she made of herself with her dad gave him the brightest smile, and hearing about her amazing progress warmed his heart with pride. the meeting finished up rather quickly, ending with you thanking him for coming by and handing him the folder of her papers. you had told him to have a good night and automatically stood up to gather your things, but we’re confused when he hadn’t moved much from his seat.

“you can leave, mr. bae. the meeting is over.” you stated, grabbing your jacket and bag.

“can we talk? please?” he asked, his eyes staring daggers at you with something similar of regret. truth be told, jacob never regretted leaving you for his ex just for the sole fact that at the end of the day, she gave birth to his daughter. but to say he missed you was an understatement, and he sure as hell didn’t want to let you go this time. if you were being put back in his life, it was for a reason. right?

you let out a deep sigh, walking towards the door as you responded to him. “i said all i had to say, mr. bae-“

he followed behind you, touching your arm gently to get you to stop walking away from him. “please just call me jacob. i’m not a stranger.”

“i’m on school grounds, i’m not going to call you jacob. that’s unprofessional of me.” you replied, turning to look at him for a brief moment before walking through the door and motioning for him to follow you so you can lock the door behind him.

he did as you instructed, watching you lock your classroom door and following you through the exit of the building towards the parking lot. “so let me treat you to dinner, we can catch up. if you have the time, of course.”

you walked towards your car, taking your keys out of your bag to open the drivers side door. the sun was just starting to set, the skies a burnt orange with the moon threatening to rise in the skyline. “it’s inappropriate, i’m your child’s teacher. i don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

he shook his head, running a hand through his hair nervously. “no no, we’re just old lovers catching up. it just so happens that you’re my child’s teacher, it’s a coincidence.”

for a moment you just stood there, thinking if you actually should go with him to go eat. you were hungry, and if he was offering that means he must be paying so the food would be free. jacob did have a point, you were only old friends catching up at the end of the day. he stood there in hope you would agree, and when you finally did he thanked you more than a hundred times. you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his happiness from the agreement of his simple invitation, finding it kind of cute.

as you sat across from your ex-boyfriend, you couldn’t help but laugh for hours on end as you both caught up. it was mainly you telling him about yourself, since jacobs life was pretty much all over the media since he still held an idol image, but he still listened intently to every word that left your mouth. he had taken you to a local diner he went to often when he needed some time alone, a diner he never took anyone to because he wanted to keep it a secret for himself. but this was the first place that he thought of to take you to, wanting to share his love of the desserts they offered and burgers they made with you.

in those moments, both of you felt a happiness you haven’t experienced since you both were together. a pure love that had both of you overflowing with joy. each laugh that left your lips has jacob falling for you all over again, wanting nothing more than to hold your hand but being both scared to do so and not wanting to push any limits with you.

you glanced over at a hanging clock above the milkshake machines, frowning at the time it showed. how had two and a half hours passed already? jacob noticed the change in your features, starting to overthink he said something wrong that made you uncomfortable.

“are you okay? did i say something wrong?” he asked, running a hand through his hair yet again out of nerves.

you laughed, shaking your head in disagreement. “i’m fine for the most part, just upset at the time it is right now.”

he glanced at the clock, turning back to look at you and frowning as well. he didn’t want tonight to end, he wanted to stay in this moment forever. being with you made everything around you both dissipate, the world only revolving around the two of you in these moments. he started feeling young again, even if he was only thirty five.

“we should do this again sometime, then.” jacob suggested, handing the server his bank card to pay for everything.

you thought for a moment. should you? was this okay? what if something happened between you both and he left you again like he did all those years ago? surely he wouldn’t do it again, right? all those thoughts had you overthinking for a solid minute, leaving him staring at you awaiting a response that left him to start thinking as well. maybe too much for his liking.

you quickly grabbed your bag, starting to shuffle out of the booth and stand up. “um, this was nice but i’m not so sure. see you tomorrow when you drop off katherine, tell her i said hello.”

and with that you walked out. as if on cue, the waiter brought him back over his card and he thanked him for the meal before running out the diner to catch up to you. he caught you right before you made it to your car across the parking lot, grabbing your arm gently and spinning you around to look at him.

“did i do something wrong? if so i’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention. i just- i missed you a lot. i missed us. i wanted to catch up and see if there was anything still there. i thought there was, am i wrong?”

you shook your head, looking down at his hand since you were afraid to look him in the eyes. “there is but-“

“but what? am i too forward?”

“jacob,” you started, guiding up the courage to look him in his eyes once again. “i don’t want you to leave me. again. if this goes anywhere, i don’t want to be heartbroken again. that’s why i’m scared. and i feel stupid for feeling so terrified of loving you because we’re fully grown adults now but for some reason you make me feel young again, like a lovesick teen.”

he reached up to run his thumb along your cheek, cupping your face in his one hand as his other snaked to behind your back and around your waist. “tonight, i felt a sense of happiness i haven’t felt in twelve years. all those years away from you, i never want to experience that again. i’m not making that same mistake again, and i can promise you that.” he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, causing you to crack a small smile.

“gosh, the things you do to me, jacob bae.” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his as you ran your fingers through his grey-turning hair.

“can i kiss you?”

and with a simple nod of your head, he took that opportunity to crash his lips onto yours. every emotion he felt within that kiss is something he had been missing, something he’d been wanting to feel again. and he found all of that within you: his lost love. but since the universe rewarded him with your presence, he wasn't going to let you go again.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Hey! I saw that you have fics based on Victorious and those are my absolute favorites. Im not sure if you aren taking requests but I like the idea of the episode where Jade goes to Tori for help with getting Beck back. What if Bakugou was Jade and he has to get help from the one person he never thought he would go to.... that damn nerd, Deku.

I love your Bakugou fics! I have read them all and some multiple times. You write him so perfectly!

You know what?….I like this idea. So ima do it. I KNOW REQUESTS ARE CLOSED but some of y’all just be hitting the target PERFECTLY

Love Me Again…Please? - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, crack, angst, cursing, crying

Summary: read request

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were sitting by yourself at lunch waiting for your friends and boyfriend to arrive. You got there a little early and decided to just wait on your phone until Kaminari arrived.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N!” He said as his perky usual self. You giggled before putting down your device to give him a greeting.

“Hey Kami- WOAH!”

Just before you could finish your sentence, Mina came rushing to your table and slammed into you as she took the seat to your left. She was smiling and bursting with excitement and curiosity as she asked: “WHAT IS THIS?”

You looked at the picture she was showing you on her phone and scoffed with a laugh. “Oh, that.”

“Oh?! That’s you and Kotaro Bokuto! Together!” She squealed as she showed you the picture of you and your friend. Denki’s face grew in shock before he took the phone out of Mina’s hand to see the pic.

“No way…..THAT’S Y/N AND KOTARO BOKUTO! TOGETHER!” Kaminari exclaimed in shock.

“Why’re you guys so impressed?” You asked as you took a sip of water.

“‘Cuz Kotaro Bokuto is Famous!” Mina said.

“And hot!” Denki added.

“His dad is also a billionaire.”

“And hot!” You and Mina both looked to Denki with a confused face as he stuttered out what he really meant. “I- I meant Bokuto.”

Mina sighed before taking the phone out of Denki’s hand to show it to you once more. “Explain this!”

“We go to the same gym when I train outside of UA. Some paparazzi saw us together and took that pic but we’re just friends!” You cleared before going back to your food.

“Uh-huh..and how does Bakugou feel about you being just friends with Kotaro Bokuto.” Mina smirked.

“Pfft, Katsuki was cool with it.” You said nonchalantly as you poked at your food and looked out the window. Your friends slanted their eyes at you until you gave in. “….he threw a rock at me.”

“Yeah, well I’d be careful. ‘Cuz I don’t think Bakugou is the type to be okay with you being friends with someone like Bokuto.” Mina warned. You took her words into consideration but you trusted that your Suki knew you better than that.

—

Wow. Guess you were wrong. Because Bakugou was following you down the stairs in the dorms as you peacefully tried to walk to the common rooms to see your friends. It was the morning of a Friday and you just wanted a calm day at school before you went to visit your parents at home tomorrow but of course your boyfriend had other plans.

“Hey! We’re not done talking about this,” you’re boyfriend said from behind you. You deeply sighed as you kept walking.

“I am!”

“Well I’m not.” He replied. You stopped walking as you neared the common area and turned to face him.

“Listen. Kotaro Bokuto is just a friend.” You said calmly to ensure his anger wouldn’t surface.

“Yeah. A friend who’s texted you 6 times in the past 30 minutes.” As you opened your mouth to reply, your phone went ding! to notify you of a new message. “Seven.”

“..you don’t know that’s him,” you said with a scoff and silly face.

“Is it?” He seethed through shut teeth and a blank face. You pulled out your phone to check and when you saw he was right, you quickly changed the subject.

“….What’s your favorite tropical fruit?” You asked. Bakugou rolled his eyes before answering you.

“The mango and I don’t like your new little relationship with Kotaro Bokuto.” He quickly said.

“It’s a text message,” you said waving your phone in the air before walking closer to the common rooms before he stopped you again.

“And what does it say?” He said extravagantly. “Maybe, ‘Hey Y/N! I just got richer and my face got prettier, let’s make out!’”

“Okay, let me see if I understand you,” you said walking towards your tall Pomeranian.

“Let’s see if you do.” He said with crossed arms. He towered over you but that didn’t stop your small frame from standing up to him. It didn’t matter if you looked like an elf staring up at a giant, you were gonna stand your ground.

You sighed before speaking. “Because I’m dating you, and I have been for the past 4 years now ever since junior fucking high, I can’t be friends with other guys?”

“You can be friends with ugly guys,” he smiled. You rolled your eyes at him before he continued speaking as he grabbed your arm. “But not rich, buff body, socialite athletes that are attractive and text you a hundred times a day!”

“You think Bokuto is attractive?” You snickered.

“I said he was attractive. I never said I was attracted to him. I know a good looking guy when I see one, I see myself in the mirror every morning.” He said matter of factly.

‘Cocky bastard…he’s not wrong,’ you thought to yourself as you admired your handsome boyfriend. You shook your head to stop yourself from silently praising him and got yourself back in the game. “You know what- you-..”

Before you began, you noticed Midoriya walking down the stairs and decided to get his opinion so you called him over. “Hey! Midoriya! Can you come here, please.”

Midoriya looked at the two of you and felt the tense atmosphere. He saw how pissed Bakugou looked and hesitated but still followed your directions nonetheless. “Whaaattt,” he asked hesitantly.

“If you were my boyfriend-“

“Oh! Great way to start the question,” Bakugou intervened. You placed a hand on his arm to settle him before retracting it and speaking again.

“Would you be all freaked out that I’m just friends with Kotaro Bokuto?” You asked, expecting your green haired friend to agree with you.

“Who cares what he thinks?!” Bakugou said.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t love it.” Midoriya replied to you.

“I care what he thinks!” Bakugou said and walked to stand next to Deku and face you. You laughed to yourself in disbelief as you continued the conversation.

“How can you say that? You don’t even-“

“You know, I really should find Todoroki and-“

“Nope, you stay right here!” Bakugou said, pulling him back to his place as Midoriya protested.

“You don’t think think that a boyfriend should trust his girlfriend especially when they’ve been together for so long?” You asked the freckled face as you looked at your boyfriend.

“No! I- I do!” He agreed with you.

“Get out of here, Deku.” Bakugou said.

“I’d love to,” Midoriya said and began to walk away before you called for him.

“Stay.” You demanded. He reluctantly walked back but Bakugou had another thing to say.

“Alright, you know what?” He asked.

“Tell me what.” You demanded with crossed arms.

“No! No, don’t tell her what!” Deku said, trying to stop Bakugou from making the situation worse.

“We’re done.” Bakugou said, gesturing between the two of you.

“Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed, shocked his childhood friend could do this to you. Meanwhile you laughed to yourself before you spoke.

“You’re breaking up with me?” You said with a chuckle.

“No, no, no, no, no, no he’s not.” Midoriya said, standing frozen and nervous.

“Yeah, I am.” Bakugou said and began walking away to his dorm room. You turned to him as he walked and shouted.

“You’re being ridiculous!” You called out. He turned to you as he kept walking to his room and spoke.

“What do you care?! I’m not your boyfriend anymore!” He said and walked away. You grunted in frustration before heading to your own dorm. Meanwhile, you both left a very shocked and frozen Izuku standing at the bottom of a staircase.

—

Students were now walking to school and this time, Bakugou was walking alone. Usually, nobody liked to bother the blonde when he would get pissed but that was before they all grew on him. Now the only time they avoid the blonde is when he’s had a bad fight with you. Like now.

Bakugou just arrived at the gateway when 3 randoms tried to stand near him at the same side. All he had to do was give them a glare and a stern ‘no,’ before they scurried off to go somewhere else. Seeing the mess was Kirishima and Kaminari. Now Kaminari knew better than to bother the blonde but the red head being the ash blonde’s best friend decided to heck with it.

Kirishima nudged his head to Bakugou as he looked at Kaminari. The electric blonde knew what his friend was trying to do and immediately shook his head ‘no,’ to try and get out of hanging with the angry gremlin. Kaminari tried to run away but Kirishima caught his arm and dragged him to Bakugou before they both began to speak to him.

“Hey man!” Kirishima said happily.

“Hey, Bakugou,” Kaminari said slightly less enthusiastic but still with a smile.

“You look like you could use some buddies,” Kirishima said before he took a sip of water. Bakugou only grunted as he continued to poke at the ground with his foot. “Look, I just thought you would be mad and kinda upset at what happened with Y/-“

“I broke up with Y/N. Okay? I dumped her.” Bakugou said, trying to make a point that he wasn’t sad when his head and heart knew damn well otherwise. As they all began to quiet down again, the trio noticed an expensive car pull up to UA’s entrance, grabbing a lot of students’ attention.

“Woah!” Kaminari exclaimed. Everyone looked to the car and Bakugou was quick to notice your beautiful face in the passenger seat. He quietly whimpered at the sight of you with none other than Bokuto himself, who was apparently dropping you off at school now.

“Is that Kotaro Bokuto?!” Kirishima said, starstruck at the athletic teen celeb.

“Yeah! So?!” Bakugou asked his best friend with a mean face. Kirishima hesitated before speaking again and forced himself to calm down.

“Nothing!” He cooed out. “He’s gross! Hehe…protein bar?” He asked, handing the blonde a snack that he was reluctant to take.

“Gross??” Kaminari asked. “Look at him! Oh man! That guy is smoking hot! I’m serious!” Kaminari laughed before Bakugou turned to him with a glare. “I-…I should shut up.”

“Look, Bakugou, he didn’t mean it like-“

“I don’t care!” Bakugou shouted. “If Y/N wants to date that then I hope she has tons of fucking fun with it!” He said as he squeezed the snack that Kirishima gave to him.

“Umm…”

“What?!”

“..you’re hurting your protein bar.” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked down at his hand before tossing the food to the floor and storming off into the school building.

—

It was the end of the day around 10:00 at night. Deku was sleeping when he was awoken by thunderous knocks repeatedly hitting his dorm room door. He yawned and stretched as he walked to the entrance and opened the door to reveal a teary-eyed Bakugou holding a kite. “Kacchan?”

The blonde ignored the green haired boy and walked in uninvited, leaving Deku at the door. “And, now you’re in my dorm.”

He shut the door and turned to face the distressed blonde that was now in his room. He walked to his childhood friend with a confused look, causing the blonde to speak. “This kite is broken.”

“Uh, okay? And?” Izuku said, thoroughly confused.

“I was just walking around the damn park and- and I saw this stupid kite stuck in a bush- and- and it’s broken and just- fucking- somebody needs to fix it!” Bakugou shouted with a broken voice as tears flowed down his face. Izuku got the idea that the blonde actually meant that he was broken and somebody needs to fix him. Playing along with the game, Izuku spoke up again.

“…You want me to fix your kite?” He asked. Bakugou threw the toy to the ground as he snapped at the teenager in front of him.

“Will you forget about the fucking kite?!” He screamed at Deku.

“I’m..sorry I brought it up?” He replied. Bakugou began crying and sobbing as he threw his head back to try and stop his tears.

“I want Y/N back!” He sobbed. Deku nodded as he figured that was the problem and allowed the explosive boy to cry in his dorm.

“But you broke up with Y/N.” Izuku reminded him.

“I know! Just like when I was 7 and I threw away my All Might plushy but then I realized I fucking wanted it back! But it was too damn late because my mom already gave it away to some greedy orphans!” Bakugou vented as he took a seat on Deku’s bed. Deku tilted his head in confusion as he was still dazed from slumber before going towards the sad boy.

“Kacchan, if you want to get Y/N back then why don’t you tell her that?” He asked.

“I fucking did but she rejected me!” Bakugou cried out as he kept his head in his hands.

“Um- not to be mean but, why’re you coming to me for help?” The green haired boy asked. Bakugou finally looked up to him with red eyes that were filled with water as he spoke.

“Because I don’t want anyone who’s cool to see me like this!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Deku sighed before finally giving in to help him.

“Okay, maybe you should- wait are we friend- we’re not even friends!” Deku cried out in realization. Bakugou continued crying trying to get some help.

“Well yeah! But maybe if you fucking help me then maybe I’ll like you!” The blonde sobbed. Deku walked over to sit on the edge of his bed next to the crying teen.

“So, if I help you I get a mean friend and a broken kite?” He asked. Bakugou lifted his face from crying before reaching behind him to grab one of Deku’s pillows.

“Listen! Just fucking talk to Y/N for me! Okay?!” Bakugou asked as he slammed his face into the pillow and sobbed into it, biting at it with his sharp teeth. Deku looked around for no help as Bakugou kept crying and after a minute he gave in and hesitantly began to pet the blonde’s head awkwardly.

“…Okay….Okay! Okay, I’ll talk to Y/N!” Deku said. Bakugou kept his face in the now damaged pillow as he spoke.

“Do it soon,” he said in a muffled and sad tone. Deku sighed at the rude but familiar behavior. Bakugou then lifted his red face from the pillow and looked down at it in guilt before giving it back to Deku. “…I- *sniff*…I kinda ripped your pillow.”

Deku nodded as he took the pillow and held onto it. “It’s okay…I’ll just..asked my grandmother to make me a new one.” Bakugou looked at him in relief and nodded before the green haired boy continued. “….if she ever comes back to life.”

—

You were currently sitting at your desk finishing up some easy homework as you played gentle music in the background. You were wearing a silk sleeping set when a knock was heard at your door. You stood and calmly danced your way over to the entrance. You opened the door and was confused to find a standing Deku. You smiled nonetheless before standing to the side to let him in. “Enter.”

“Thanks,” he laughed as he walked into your dorm. You shut the door before turning to face him. You noticed he was looking around you room, listening to the music, and looking at all your graphic designs and urban styled room. “You got a cool room Y/N! Do you like staying at the dorms?”

“Heh, definitely,” you said walking over to your desk seat again. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed yet but I’m not exactly a pretty pink and perfect princess. I love my parents and all but they always told me that if I lived under their roof then I gotta live by their rules.”

“Ahh, so your roof?”

“My rules.” You said, bringing out a laugh from him and yourself. “Sooo…?”

“So! You’re probably wondering why I’m here! Probably thinking ‘Hey, Midoriya’s here. I wonder why?’” He said, imitating your voice.

“That’s how I talk?” You laughed as you took a sip of water.

“No, that’s just my generic girl voice.” Izuku laughed. You nodded your head at the answer before closing your bottle.

“Ah! I like it, do more.” You said with a giggle.

“Okay! Ummm..’Oh my gosh! Girl! You should like, totally get back together with Kacchan!’” He said with a high pitch. You squinted your eyes in confusion and titled your head as you sat up a little straighter in your chair.

“I should get back together with Bakugou?” You asked.

“Uh-huh,” Deku nodded sincerely.

“Why?” You questioned.

“‘Cuz! …He’s…you know…awesome..?” Izuku said as he struggled to get the whole sentence out. You placed your bottle down on your desk before standing up and walking towards the green haired boy.

“Guess what!” You said.

“What?” Izuku asked in a worried tone.

“I’m glad me and Bakugou broke up.” You said with an honest tone.

“Why?” Izuku asked, genuinely confused. He thought you two were a great couple. He’s known the blonde bomb for years and you’ve always brought out the best in him. Made him a better person. He was always happier around you.

“Because, I can’t remember the last time he wasn’t mad at me and did something genuinely nice for me. Not him trying to be romantic or trying to swoon me, just..him being nice. And recently, he hasn’t.” You explained.

“Oh- come on! Didn’t you just have a birthday?” Izuku asked. “He didn’t get you anything for your birthday?”

“Yeah, Bakugou doesn’t really see the point in birthdays. And so..” you said and stepped closer to Deku. “He got me a can..of lemonade.”

—

“‘Cuz she likes lemonade!” Bakugou said in defense when Deku went to him and told him about the conversation.

“Yeah but out of a can??” Deku asked as he stood by his locker.

“She drank it!” Bakugou exclaimed causing Deku to roll his eyes.

“Yeah but-“

“Do I have a girlfriend or don’t I?” Bakugou asked. That’s when some random extra came up to his side and looked at him with glee.

“Do you want one?” She asked happily.

“Walk away.” He demanded with evil eyes that sent her scurrying. Izuku gave a deep sigh before walking towards a vending machine with Bakugou following. “You damn nerd! Would you just help me?! Fucking..please?!”

“I tried!” Izuku said. “Maybe you just need to move on from Y/N.”

Bakugou looked at him in shock as his mouth opened and closed multiple times as his lips quivered. In a rush, Bakugou grabbed Deku by the collar and pulled him into a janitor’s closet before turning on the light.

“And now we’re in a closet.” Izuku said in the corner with a tired tone. That’s when Bakugou turned to Izuku again full on crying.

“How could Y/N not want me back?! After everything we’ve been through??” He sobbed. “And what about me? I’m so cool! And fucking hot! I’ve got it all!”

“Yeah but girls don’t just care about how cool and hot you are.” Izuku said getting closer to the sobbing beast.

“Yeah well what else is there?!” Bakugou asked with heavy tears.

“Y/N said you hadn’t done 1 nice thing for her in the past few months. Maybe a year!” He said.

“That’s not true!” Bakugou cried. “I do things for her all the time!”

“But just to be nice? Not because you wanted it to be a romantic gesture to show your love for her or getting her to do something for you. Just being nice.” Deku added on. “Maybe she’d take you back if you did something nice for her.”

“…You mean like make her fresh lemonade?” Bakugou asked with a cracked voice causing Izuku’s head to begin aching.

“If you want Y/N back, you’re gonna have to think bigger than beverages.” Izuku said.

“A dog!” Bakugou stated and pointed at the green haired boy.

“Okay! If you’re gonna be rude-“

“No! No, Y/N’s always talking about how she wants a dog. Uh- uh- A rotten-hymer!” Bakugou said with an imaginary dog breed.

“A Rottweiler?” Izuku corrected with sarcasm.

“Yes! That’s what she wants. Okay, what’s our next move?” Bakugou asked as he began to think. That’s when the two heard an unfamiliar voice speak up.

“Just get the girl a dog!” A grumpy man said in the corner of the closet. He seemed to be napping, as he had a blanket, before the two teens came in. Noticing the strange man, Izuku stiffly looked at Bakugou to tell him to..

“Go..go! Go! Go! Out! Yeah, run!” The two said in unison as they hurried out the closet, allowing the man to sleep once more.

—

It was now a Friday night and you had gone home to your parents house to spend the weekend with them. The boys had snuck into your backyard where your room window was located, which Bakugou was currently peeking in to check for you. The two had brought over the big dog and planned to let it into your room with a bow on a collar and a tag that stated the big furry friend was from Bakugou.

“Okay. Y/N’s asleep.” The blonde said to the green haired boy who was currently holding onto the canine.

“Alright, oh! Hold on, he has a runny nose.” Izuku said, reaching for a tissue in his back pocket.

“What? That’s ridiculous, dogs can’t blow their noses you idiot.” Bakugou said as he looked down at Izuku who held the white clothe to the wet nose.

“Blow~” he cooed in a baby voice while the dog did as instructed. Izuku merely looked up to Bakugou with a smug look as the blonde rolled his eyes.

“Okay, whatever. Give me the dog.” Bakugou insisted as he took hold of the collar and opened your window to assist the dog in getting into your dark room. Bakugou shut the window and turned to the green haired boy with a sigh. “Alright, if this makes Y/N love me again, I’m gonna owe you big time”

“You already owe me big time.” Deku mentioned. All of a sudden, vicious barking could be heard and a girlish scream went on. The two snapped their heads towards the window with wide eyes as they realized the dog was going crazy in the room. “W-What’s going on?”

“I- I don’t know!” Bakugou replied. The screaming and harsh barking continued as the boys saw the light in the room turn on behind Y/N’s thin curtains. They saw a woman’s silhouette running around the room in a frantic manner and freaked out.

“Y/N?..Y/N! Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! HEY!” Bakugou screamed from the other side of the window trying to reach you.

“Does she sound okay?!” Izuku cried with sarcasm again. The two continued to try and see what was going on but the two boys shouted in fear when they saw a body pressed up the window with a scared hand slapped against the glass.

“OH SHIT!” The two screamed.

“This is fucking hell!” Bakugou screamed.

“I know!”

“Now Y/N’s never gonna take me back!”

Izuku looked at the blonde with a look of disbelief. “THAT IS NOT THE KEY ISSUE RIGHT NOW!”

The two began to scream at each other and scream in shock at the wails of a women from inside your room until you came running to the two of them. “What is going on in there?!”

“AHH!” Izuku screamed in shock of you being out there with them instead of inside your room.

“Y/N?!?!” Bakugou screamed in the same manner and reason.

“How can you be out here?!” Izuku asked.

“You’re in there being mauled by the dog!” Bakugou said as he pointed to your room.

“DOG?! I snuck out to take a walk! My mom’s in there!” You shouted.

“YOUR MOM?!”

“Oh my god!”

Now the three of you were trying to make sense of the commotion while you had the common sense to open the window, only to jump back and shut the glass at the sight of the large animal. “Mom! Mom! Fuck! That’s a big dog!”

—

Eventually, you all finally got the dog away and got your mom out before calling the ambulance to come and check on her due to all her wounds and scratches. She was placed on the gurney and put into the ambulance as you waved to her from outside. “I’ll come check up on you at the hospital in the morning.”

“Okay,” your mother croaked out in pain. The boys said their apologies alongside you and your mom merely ignored them as she groaned in pain. You watched as the medics shut the door and a young man approached the three of you.

“Umm, she’ll be okay but she has some pretty nasty injuries. Other than that, she’ll be fine.” The man said as he approached you.

“Thanks.” You replied with a sweet smile. He smiled back and walked up to you as he gently placed a hand on your arm.

“Hey..are you in college yet?” Hearing his words, Bakugou perked up and territorially pulled you into his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“BYE!” He shouted at the medic as the young man took a hint and got into the ambulance. Seeing the ambulance drive off, you shook your head before walking away from the two and out of Bakugou’s arms. The two boys watched you go in silence before Bakugou spoke up. “..Deku told me to get you a dog!”

“Dude!” Izuku said in defense.

You turned to face Bakugou as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Okay, it was kind of my idea but I didn’t think that the dog was gonna bug out like that. I just wanted you to have a dog because I know you’ve talked about getting one ever since I met you and I thought that maybe-“

Before he could continue you reached up to leave a hot and passionate kiss on his lips. A kiss he happily leaned in to. You pulled back only inches away and smiled at the blonde as he smiled back down at you before speaking. “You love me again.”

“Who ever said I stopped?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Awwww,” Izuku cooed from behind the both of you as he watched his two childhood friend make up. You both turned to him slowly with weird faces as Izuku got the hint. “Oh..sorry.”

“No..it’s cool. And, I really do owe you.” Bakugou said with a small smile to show appreciation for what the green haired boy did. With that, he turned back around to face you and pull you in for a hot make out session that you gave in to. Katsuki’s hand wrapped around your waist as his other held the side of your face while his tongue danced with your own. Izuku continued to stand off on the side awkwardly and uncomfortably due to being so close to the love fest. After about 30 seconds, Izuku leaned over to speak.

“Um, it’s getting kind of late Kacchan and you sort of drove us over here so I was maybe wondering if you could take me back to the dorms?” Deku asked. Bakugou pulled away from your lips in annoyance to reply.

“It’s not that far a walk.” Was all he said before he returned to your lips and this time added a lil spice by gripping your ass. Deku huffed before turning to begin his long walk back.

“Try not to swallow each other!” He said in annoyance to the revived couple that were still kissing as he walked away.

A/N: YALL IM STILL ALIVE! I’m sorry this is so late but with school, my home life, and as some of you may know I do play volleyball seriously and it is Fall so I’ve been putting in the WORK. I barely have time to write but I’m still here little by little adding into my pieces of work.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this piece and to the person who requested it I’m sorry it took so long!

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Hunting Season, Unseen: A Theo Raeken Imagine

So below the cut, there will some parts of Hunting Season that didn’t quite make it to full imagines. There will be a heading above each snippet so you can skip past anything you don’t want to read, but to warn you guys, I’m just going to provide a list here of what to expect:

Mutual Masturbation, Tit-fucking, Over-stimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Come-play, Anal/Ass-play, Mutual Oral Giving and Receiving/Mouth-fucking,Thigh-riding, and some other bog-standard smutty stuff. 

Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x 

Mutual Masturbation

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off Theo’s hand pumping at his cock, couldn’t stop listening to the moans that escaped his mouth. The sight only spurred her on as she curled her fingers inside her core, picturing it was him doing this to her as her teeth found her bottom lip. “Fuck Theo, I’m going to come.”

She could see in his eyes that he wasn’t far off, his movements speeding up as he worked at himself. There was a knot building in her stomach, and she slid her fingers out of her core as it unravelled, letting the essence of her release drip down her legs. 

At the sight of her, Theo swore, growling as his cock twitched and he came in his hand. Both were breathless, both aroused only by the sight of the other coming undone, fucking themselves with as much vigour as they would had they been doing those things to each other. 

Y/N lay back on the bed and listened to the sound of Theo’s footsteps as he made his way over to her. She spread her legs, eyes closed in bliss as she felt his cock at her entrance. 

Tit-Fucking

Y/N circled her nipples with her thumbs as she held them against Theo’s cock, the chimera fucking the valley between her breasts as if it were her core. She was wet, soaked at her core at the image before her, and she couldn’t wait until that cock was buried deep inside of her. But she could feel the tip of Theo’s cock against her neck as he fucked her tits, her nipples hardening with each hiss of breath he let escape. 

“Are you going to come, baby? Are you going to come all over my tits?” She could feel him hardening, wanted him to have his release anywhere he liked. “Come all over me baby.”

Theo’s cock slipped from between Y/N’s breasts, his hand wrapping around it before he pumped it a few times. Y/N giggled as his release landed on her breasts, the warmth of it familiar. Her nipples were still hard, something Theo had clearly noted as he leaned down, mouth enveloping each as he cleaned her with his tongue. Y/N moaned, a sound that only intensified when Theo kissed her, and she could taste him on her tongue. 

She had done that to him, and it was power unlike anything she had ever felt. 

Over-Stimulation

“You’re so fucking sensitive, princess.” 

If Y/N had been able to talk, she would have told Theo that the reason she was so sensitive was because of him. She’d had his fingers inside of her, his tongue, every toy they owned, some she didn’t even remember buying. And he hadn’t let her come. 

She knew all it would take was for him to thrust his cock into her and she would explode. It was bad enough trying to hold it in now as his fingers brushed over her tender folds, her core pulsing with the need to come. But as it was, she couldn’t talk, so just whined, bucking her hips against his hands. 

“So fucking sensitive.” Theo chuckled. He shifted, positioning his cock at her entrance. Y/N opened her legs wider, and Theo seized an opportunity. “Tell me how much you need it, Y/N. Beg for it.”

“Please, Theo.” She shifted. “Just give it to me. Just fuck me. I’m so fucking sensitive, and I need your fucking cock inside of me.”

When the tip of Theo’s cock entered her, Y/N lost the ability to breathe. She could feel her wetness growing, could feel the product of an early release pulse from her core. She arched her back as he entered her to the hilt, screaming when she finally let go. 

Multiple Orgasms

“That’s it, baby. Just let go.” Theo was on his knees, Y/N on his lap, slowly moving herself up and down his cock. He had already come inside of her, his hand on the small of her back, his lips on her neck. He could feel her hands on the back of his neck, and he leaned up and kissed her as she continued to move. 

She had followed not long after her, and Theo had expected her to climb off him. But she had stayed, continuing to move. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came again too, but he didn’t care. Not when all he wanted was for Y/N to find her satisfaction. 

“Need more of you,” she mumbled against his lips. “Need your cock in me all the time.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Theo sucked on her tongue, and felt Y/N’s grip on the back of his neck tighten. “Come on, Y/N. It’s okay.” She clenched around him, head thrown back as she came over him again. And still she continued to move. 

“Are you - are you going to come again?” She asked him, words not coming too easily. “I want you to come again.” She sped up in her movements, rotating her hips around him. Theo felt himself tense. 

“I’m coming again, baby.” His release was accompanied by a sloppy kiss, before he mouthed at Y/N’s cheek, tasting the sweat that had gathered on her skin. He looked up at her, and she was smiling. “How was that?”

“So,” she moaned between words, the sign of another release building, “so good. You’re so good.”

“And so are you, baby. So are you.”

Come-Play

Y/N stood, and Theo smirked as he saw how shaky she was. He had done that to her, had fucked her hard just like last time. He had promised her that she wouldn’t be able to walk, that she would stink of him and would have a hard time hiding it from her friends. 

He could see his come dripping down her legs, expecting her to wipe it away, expecting her to throw a hateful glare at him as she had the last time. But instead, it was if she hadn’t even noticed it, noticed him, and it bugged him. So he climbed across the bed, and wrapped an arm around her waist. 

She tensed at his touch, at the two fingers that slid up the inside of her thigh. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Theo’s teeth caught her earlobe as he trailed his fingers through the line of his come, rubbing it back into her core. She leaned back into him, moaning. “Does that feel good, Y/N? Having my come in you? Taste it, taste my come and yours together.”

Y/N took his two fingers into her mouth, and Theo almost lost his nerve. Before he showed any sign of weakness, he removed his fingers, letting Y/N speak. “Tastes so good. I love your come, Theo. I want it all over me.”

Theo smirked. “Well, that can be arranged.”

Anal/Ass-Play

Y/N was on all fours, waiting eagerly for whatever Theo was going to do. She moaned as he spread her ass cheeks, muttering to her about all the plans he had for her. She whined when, without warning, he thrust her finger into her asshole, curling it inside of her. “God, this is tight, Y/N. I think we might have to loosen this up a little.”

He replaced his finger with his tongue, swirling it around. Y/N could feel the wetness from her core growing, knowing that it would have to wait. Theo would fuck her somewhere else first, and she looked forward to it. She pressed her ass against his face as Theo continued to eat at her hole, his mouth enveloping over it. She felt desperate for him, for this something new, to arrive, and let out a squeal as Theo drew his face back from her. 

“You ready for this baby?” He placed one hand on the small of her back, the other positioning his cock at the entrance of her ass. The tip brushed her ever so slightly, and Y/N let out a breathy yes. 

Her eyes watered when Theo entered her. He was so big, and she so tight. But as Theo stretched her out, she found herself finding the pleasure beyond the pain, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming in delight. 

“I’m going to come Y/N, I’m going to come in your ass.” Gone was Theo’s tenderness, his concern. His animalistic desire was only present and Y/N couldn’t contain her glee when she felt his release in her. When it was over, Theo rested his head against the small of her back, pressing a kiss against a tender ass cheek. 

Mutual Oral Giving and Receiving/Mouth-Fucking

Y/N was so peaceful when she slept, Theo decided. But he was bored, and he wanted her awake. It was only natural then, that he lay on his side, head at her legs. He move them apart gently, revealing her bare core to him. She shifted slightly as he licked up the centre of her folds, and he smirked against her when she moaned. 

She was waking up, slowly, and in the best possible way. Theo set to work, properly this time. 

He lapped at her core, taking her clit into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see movement, but didn’t acknowledge Y/N yet. He would do so with arrogance when she came, he would do so - oh. 

Y/N was certainly awake. Theo knew that much with his cock in her mouth. With each bob of her head as she took him whole, Theo pushed his tongue in and out of her core, her wetness making his erection grow. 

He could feel himself on the edge of release, could feel that Y/N was there too. The peaceful morning atmosphere was soon shattered by the orgasmic cries of the two, each with their lips coated in the essence of the other. Theo lifted his head, looked at Y/N with her head still by his cock. She kissed the tip of it. “Good morning.”

Thigh-Riding

The feel of Theo’s jeans beneath her core was too much for Y/N. He had turned down sex, claiming that he was too busy, so she had taken things into her own hands, not giving him the chance to complain when she straddled his leg, naked, in the hope that he would fuck her. 

Instead, he had told her to get herself off, so she chose to do exactly that. 

As she moved against him, she could see the outline of Theo’s erection against the material. But he was still choosing to ignore her, pretending as if she wasn’t even there. So she moaned louder as she rode his thigh, moving faster, hand accidentally brushing his cock. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Theo’s hands flew to his jeans, and Y/N smirked as he unbuttoned them and pulled his cock out. She got the hint, moving from his thigh, denim coated in her essence and sunk onto him. 

Now this, this was what she wanted. And as Theo fucked her, she knew it was worth the wait. 

And Finally...

Theo’s lips were at Y/N’s cheek, his hand on her neck. They were both on their knees, and Y/N wrapped her hand around to tangle in Theo’s hair as he thrust into her. Neither could speak, all dirty talk having fled from their minds. 

It had been a long time since they had been together like this, Theo having come back from the dead only recently. It had taken a matter of moments to rid each other of clothing, to tumble back into bed, each of their movements meaning the same thing. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

Y/N had forgotten what it felt like to be with Theo, to have his cock buried inside her, stretching her out, making her feel a release unlike any other. She moaned as he thrust into her from behind, his grip on her neck tightening ever so slightly. Theo regained his breath just so to talk to her, his lips against her cheek. “Does that feel good, princess? I missed you so much, Y/N.”

“So good, don’t ever leave me again.” 

Theo’s cock tensed inside of her, and Y/N joined him as the two reached their satisfaction. 

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of doing so. I love you, Y/N.”

Hunting Season Masterlist

Masterlist

[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[whoneedssubtitles]

favorite hero ☁️

part one of “to be loved by deku,” a mini-series about pro-hero deku falling in love with his seamstress. deku masterlist. general masterlist.

pairing: deku x costume designer!reader (fem reader, poc friendly)

genre: fluff, canon-verse ish, slightly suggestive at times?

wc: 1.5k

author’s note: i think pro-hero deku gets kinda funny and weird like this when he thinks he might like someone, so there’s a lot of little banter. i quite enjoy it and this piece overall, hopefully you do too!

Pro Hero Deku knows he’s good looking, he must be. The way his fans rush up to him during every patrol, looking up at him through batting lashes. The way they drape their arms around him in photos, the largest smiles on their faces. The way they shyly press a kiss to his cheek with a compliment Deku falls for every single time — “You saved me, you’re my favorite hero!”

But he isn’t any better. His hand rests on the fan’s lower back as they take a picture together. He lets it linger there, fingertips barely grazing their skin when he pulls away. And when they ask for a hug, he pulls them in as tight as he can and whispers something sweet in their ear; he is their favorite hero after all. Each movement was planned and thought out, calculated almost, to send shivers down spines, raise goosebumps on skin, and improve his rank amongst the other pros.

The TV screen in your office was flipped to the news, showing Deku going through his post-rescue routine of hugs, pictures, autographs, and interviews. He was still a tiny bit nervous in front of cameras since UA, or at least pretended to be, but it didn’t hurt him one bit. If anything, it made the news lady gush over him more. “What a cutie!” She squealed between clips, her hands smoothing down the tight, green work dress she definitely wore for the up and coming hero. Deku, still within earshot, bit back a smirk as he pushed his hair from his face.

You saw through the crap, all of it. No smile of his was sweet enough to distract you from the real issue at hand: his half-destroyed hero costume, and in a few hours, he buzzed your office to let him into the top floor of Plus Ultra Designs—home to Japan’s finest designers of hero costumes, gala looks, and more.

You had worked with other top pro-heros before, acting as a design assistant for Hawks and Mt. Lady during your high school internship, but you had a preference for the rising stars like Froppy, Shoto, and Uravity—the same heroes whose costumes you helped design back when you were a student in UA’s support course. During your first year at Plus Ultra Designs, you always kept your eye on Deku, bending over backwards to align your schedule with his usual designer’s so you could sit in on the appointment and make small suggestions. Soon enough, the two of you hit it off and Deku started personally requesting you—that’s when your manager moved your office to the top floor. We can’t have Deku seeing you in a shack like this!

The way Deku profusely apologized as he stumbled into your office closely mirrored the habits of his high school self. A light blush dusted his freckled cheeks and he still wore those damn red sneakers. He was just taller, a lot taller, and bigger, a lot bigger.

“It was time for an upgrade anyway,” you sighed as you ushered the projected number one hero into the changing room.

“Another one already? The last was only a month ago.” Deku’s voice carried from behind the curtain, his feet shuffling about as he put on the tattered jumpsuit.

“The best hero needs the best things, always.”

“You’re too good to me.”

You roll your eyes at that and make your way to your desk. It was littered with costume sketches: ideas for upgrades, smaller suggestions to increase performance, and possible outfits for TV interviews. Behind it was a wall of photos and kind notes from past clients. Your favorite was a picture of Froppy and Uravity posing with peace signs, their legs propped up on a captured villain. You took pride in your work. “Just doing my job.”

Deku poked his head out from behind the curtain, green eyes searching for yours. “I mean it.”

He disappeared behind the curtain for a few moments before coming out and stepping onto the small raised platform. There were several mirrors in front of him at slightly different angles, allowing him to see more of the damaged costume.

You took your place beside him, sketches and notes in one hand and tape measure in the other. “Would it be too much to ask for you to at least try to keep your costume together, Izuku?”

“I do try!” His scarred hand came up to scratch the back on his neck as he looked at himself in the mirror. There was a giant hole in the fabric on his side, exposing nearly half of his abdomen and his upper thigh. His right arm was bare except for his glove and protective material around his shoulder. He had already been patched up, with bandages littering the exposed skin. “I used to try,” he corrected.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you shifted to stand in front of him. “This one got you good, huh?”

“You should see the other guy.” He smiled as he began to reminisce, his chest bubbling with pride. “I saved people, so I’d say it was a good day.”

He raised his arms slightly to give you easier access as you wrapped the tape measure around his chest. “Where do you want me to put them?” He was always awkward with his body during appointments.

“So you can defeat a country’s worth of villains but you can’t figure out where to put your arms,” you teased under your breath. “On my shoulders is fine.”

He hummed in acknowledgment before leaving his hands on your shoulders. You took a few more measurements and scribbled them down on your clipboard.

You handed him your notes, letting him hold the small stack as your hands dipped below his waist to wrap the measuring tape around his hips. His gaze followed your careful hands. He bit down on the inside of his cheek once he felt your hands and fingers gently graze against his exposed skin.

He cleared his throat, shifting his attention to the papers you gave him to hold. “How long have we known each other?”

“Long enough.” You thought for a second before adding, “Maybe two years now.”

“Not longer than that? Not since UA?” His brows furrowed together, trying to search his memories for any moments with you.

“I’ve known of you since our first year, it was pretty hard not to,” you said with a dry laugh. “But I didn’t talk to you then.”

He nodded. “Why didn’t you?”

You shrugged. It’s not that you didn’t have a reason to not talk to him, besides maybe the general intimidation of his hero course status and your stupidly overwhelming high school crush on him. But you’d pass on saying that out loud. “I thought you liked Mei Hatsume. She was your first designer, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t like her like her.” He was quick to follow that up with a couple compliments. “I mean she’s definitely pretty and majorly talented, don’t get me wrong, but I think I spent most of my time around her completely tongue-tied and flustered.”

“And I’m not ‘definitely pretty and majorly talented’? I don’t fluster you?” You feigned hurt, momentarily placing a hand on your chest.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But now I’m curious, would you like to?”

“Like to what?”

“You know,” he shrugged, “fluster me.”

“Izuku, what are you even saying?” You shook your head, a slightly awkward laugh escaping your lips. What a weirdo. “You should think before you speak.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I was only teasing.”

“Well? Are you going to answer my question?” He gently squeezed your shoulders, looking down at you from his elevated position.

You looked up to meet his gaze for a moment before looking back at your hands, wrapping the measuring tape around your fingers. Is he really pressing me about this? “You’re a handsome, sweet, up and coming hero. I think anyone would be lucky to have you, yes.”

“But would you want to have me?”

Now he was flustering you. You let out a small exhale as you felt heat rush to your cheeks, tearing yourself from Deku’s loose, but warm grip. “At least take me on a date before asking me something like that.” You took the papers from his hand, writing down the extra measurements you took as you made your way to your desk.

“Alright. Let’s do tomorrow,” he said, stepping off the platform and into the dressing room to change back into his clothes.

“Tomorrow?” You mentally raked through your schedule for the next day.

“At eight. Wear something nice,” he said before poking his head through the curtain with a smile, “though I’m sure you won’t have a problem with that.”

“It seems like I don’t really have a choice in the matter,” you stated matter-of-factly.

Deku laughed, the sound filling the office. “It was your idea.” He stepped out from behind the curtain and made his way to the office door, leaving his costume hung up neatly on the hanger. “I’ll see you then.”

Well, he was everyone’s favorite hero for a reason. This would soon be yours.

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[softboydrew]

Hi! do you think you could write something about fans meeting Drew and wanting pictures and stuff while he’s out with y/n and y/n is just really proud of him and offers to take some of the pictures for them and fans really love her.

signings and impromptu goodies

"I love the city in the morning." y/n gleams at the nearby buildings while Drew held onto her hand, making their way towards the cafe on 6th.

People nod and say their 'good mornings' as the couple pass thousands of sleepy citizens, most getting ready for their days up above in apartments, maybe even still sleeping, or passing those who are already making their daily commute.

"I feel like people are nicer in the morning which is odd." Drew replies, looking around as the pair cross the street.

Y/n chuckles, tightening her grip on her boyfriend's large hand, his rings clinking against her's causing them to smile at one another before Drew reached for the front door of the cafe.

The bell above the door rings, signaling the workers that more customers have arrived for the morning rush, which caused the barista's and cashier's to look up and greet the couple happily.

"Good morning!" Drew and y/n say in unison while they stand in line, relieved that there are only three people ahead in line.

The line moves quickly and before they know it, Drew and y/n are ordering their regular iced lattes. On a whim, y/n decides to buy a box of treats, Drew bumps his hip into hers as she quickly inserts her card to pay for the order making the cashier chuckle at their banter of fighting over who'd pay.

"Shut up its just coffee and food!" y/n grumbles out as they move to the side and wait for their order.

Drew folds his arms over his chest, a playful glare slicing through y/n causing her to shove at his chest while shaking her head. "It was my turn, and you're starting classes again." he points making y/n scoff.

"Drew, really? can we not talk about this right now?" she questions making drew huff out in response.

The barista calls out y/n's name and hands them the lattes and the box of warm baked goodies. The couple thank the workers and head out towards the street, silently deciding to head towards the park and enjoy the morning air while people watching.

"Thank you," Drew finally says, "I love my coffee." he says, bumping his shoulder into y/n's, her giggle ringing around them as she rests her head against his arm.

"You're welcome." she hums as they turn the corner, nearing the park that's now coming into view. "Oh!" she says excitedly causing Drew's ears to perk up as he takes a sip of his latte, "I almost forgot to tell you about that apartment on-"

Y/n pauses as her and Drew both gasp out in shock as they hear a loud squeal from behind them, They turn around quickly to see where the noise is coming from and because their nosey, and they obviously need to know what's happening behind them.

To their surprise, they see a group of girls, younger than them, they're in school uniforms and Drew immediately understands why they're excited, and why they are making their way towards him and y/n.

"What is going- ohhhh!!" y/n nods happily as she steps back slightly to give Drew his space to meet the girls who begin to stand around him.

"Oh my God we saw you down the street and were scared to call your name!" one girl smiled.

"I couldn't not scream when I saw you!" another squealed.

"You're Drew Starkey right?" another one blushes.

Drew smiled happily, "Yes! It's nice to meet you guys! You can call my name any time." he chuckles making the girls swoon, blushing, and nervously looking at each other as they ask him to sign whatever they were carrying. Some asked him to sign their phones, backpacks, arms, and notebooks.

Giggles and loud murmuring erupt all around them as Drew make's conversation with the girls causing y/n to smile shyly, not really knowing how to act, or what to do.

"Can we get a picture?"

"Of course!" Drew says, watching the girl's take out their phones so they can all take selfies.

One girl peers over towards y/n and smiles and waves. Y/n smiles brightly and waves back, she shuffles closer causing the girls to turn their attention towards her.

"Hi guys!" y/n says.

"You're y/n!!" one girl says excitedly, "You guys are dating right?"

Drew smiles at y/n and pulls her towards him in conformation, "Yep, she's the reason why I'm always in New York!" he winks making everyone chuckle.

"You're so pretty!" One girl says.

"Thank you!" y/n blushes and laughs, pointing at the rest of the girl's before flying her hands up as she looks around at the pretty faces in font of her, "You all are literally so gorgeous! and so nice."

Conversation begins to flow between the small group, jokes, laughter, and questions fill the corner of 6th street as fans get to know an actor and his girlfriend.

More pictures begin to snap and y/n offers to take the photos, making sure to be generous by snapping a bunch to make sure that different angles and poses are being met.

"Can we all take a picture together?" the fan's ask Drew and Y/n making them happily oblige.

Even though y/n nods, she's shock as to why they want a picture with her in it, she's nowhere near famous, she's just a college girl with an average gpa.

"Lets all say, I'm a proactive person!" Drew shouts as he throws up his middle finger causing everyone to laugh and repeat after him, holding out their fingers to the camera as he snaps the group selfie. "This is amazing," he says looking at the picture. "I'm posting this and tagging you guys." he says making them all stare at him in shocked excitement.

While Drew begins his posting process, asking for the girl's instagrams, y/n grips onto the box of goodies as her eyes light up as an idea comes to mind. "Do you guys want some croissants or cannolis? I got them from the cafe down the block."

The girls all nod, thanking y/n as she opens the box for them to peer inside and take the ones that catch their eye. "These are so good. thank you y/n!"

"Of course!" she says before they all take turns going in to hug y/n and Drew. The girl's decide that they should probably head towards school before they end up being late which cause the couple to laugh and say their goodbyes, sending them on their way.

As the pair watch the group of girls head in the opposite direction, they decide to continue making their walk towards the park.

Drew smiles from ear to ear while looking down at his phone revealing the instagram picture that was now posted. Y/n beams up at him and kisses his shoulder, "I'm so proud proud of you. That was incredible."

Drew blushes, throwing his shoulder around her and squeezing her tight against his side, "I think they liked you more than me!" he jokes causing them to laugh loudly.

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jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

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Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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Goldrush (Taylor Sloane/ Reader)

Hello everyone!

Venturing out from Wanda/ Leigh to provide you all with, drum roll please... fluff! Taylor Sloane fluff to be specific! Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's "Goldrush".

Summary: Social media influencer were shallow. You couldn't stand them... So why were you letting this one get close to you?

It took all you had to bite back the groan of annoyance when you stepped foot on the beach. Your little hideaway had been discovered and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to find peace there ever again if it was going to be full of all these shallow ‘influencers’.

“Nothing is sacred anymore.” You mumbled to yourself as you carefully pulled out your vintage Olympus OM-1. Your most prized possession.

As you began to prepare the film a commotion caught your attention. You turned your head to see someone approach a small group of obnoxiously loud people. It looked like the person was asking to take a picture with a blonde in the group. The sight immediately lost your interest as you turned your attention back to your film.

You were scouting to see if you would be using this location for your future photoshoots. That was your priority. Not the obnoxious people who wanted attention.

Carefully brushing away the sand, you wandered over to a manmade trail of rocks that lead out into the serene ocean. The sun gleamed brightly on the water and tinged it with an ethereal glow. A beautiful sight if you slowed down long enough to take it in. You kneeled so you were at eye level with the rocks, aligning the camera so it was could capture the sight, the cold water gently lapping against the soles of your worn-out converse.

Just as you had set up the shot a sharp cough made you jump, almost making you drop your camera into the water. The interruption alone made you clench your jaw in annoyance as you turned to find the source of the sound. Your eyes meeting with the blonde from earlier, a fake smile on her face. It was clear she was one of those ‘influencers’.

Beautiful but empty. An illusion of beauty.

“Can I help you?” You mumbled.

The plastic smile never wavered. “You’re a photographer.” You stared at her blankly, waiting for the question. “Can you take a picture for me and my friends? We’d ask someone else, but you’d probably be a little better.”

“Sure.” You eventually replied flatly, taking the phone she held out. The group arranged themselves against the light, so they’d all be washed out, but you didn’t say anything. That wasn’t your problem.

As soon as you lifted the phone they all stopped bickering and began laughing as if they had just heard the funniest joke . Several peace signs showing up among the group.

Fake, you thought to yourself as you took the photo. You then handed the phone back to the blonde, fiddling with the strap of your camera that was slung across your chest.

The woman immediately handed the phone back to you, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “We’re washed out. Do you mind taking it again, but like… better? Maybe try getting lower.” You bristled at the comment. The charming smile she flashed you was something you were certain got her whatever she wanted.

You almost denied the request just for the satisfaction. “Sure.” You mumbled again, crouching ever so slightly to take the picture again.

“Do you mind getting lower?” She questioned.

Before you could stop yourself, you made a face. “What? Like in the sand?”

“Yeah, that’d be perfect! Thanks.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the sarcastic comment that was threatening to fall from your lips. As you kneeled down in the sand you heard her whisper to her friends. “It’s cute, an amateur photographer being able to take pictures for me. She’s probably just nervous.”

The comment made your blood boil. That was the issue with all these influencers. They thought they were god’s gift to the world. That’s why you refused to work with them.

Without paying any attention, you took the picture and marched over to the woman. “Just so you know, I have no idea who you are. Have a nice day.” You said in an overly cheery voice, shoving the phone back into her hands.

The woman sputtered slightly in surprise, but before she could say anything you hurried away, clutching the strap of your camera tightly. You needed to find new places to shoot at.

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As much as you tried to avoid all the places that the social media influencers went, you couldn’t help but go to this small café that they had infiltrated. It was on the edge of the coast, close enough that the ocean breeze swept through your hair as you read by the open window.

You had become such a fixture in the shop that the owners had come to expect you at least twice a week. Today was no different as you absently picked at the chocolate croissant that the owners granddaughter had eagerly given you.

Even the little girl had become familiar with your presence (mainly because you let her play with your older cameras when you were around).

Just as you were about to turn the page, the stillness of the café was interrupted by the sounds of exaggerated laughter. You refused to look up, you knew the type. They’d be gone as soon as they got their pictures anyway.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to see two women standing before you, one the blonde from the beach. You were surprised to see she actually looked a bit uncomfortable when she saw it was you. “Yes?” You replied, placing a finger in your book so you wouldn’t lose your place.

“Do you mind switching places with us? This spot would make a better picture.” The other woman batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.

You couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. “You know what? Sure.”

The squeal that came from the other woman’s lips made you wince. “Perf! Let’s go get our stuff, Tay.” The other woman walked off as you turned to gather your things, it was time to leave. You had a photoshoot early the next morning anyway.

“What are you reading?”

Not looking up, you began packing your things into your backpack. “Middlemarch by George Elliot.” You replied. As much as you were sure this woman was vapid, you didn’t want to be rude. Even if the aftermath of her comment still prickled under your skin.

“What’s it about?”

Curiosity got the better of you as you finally turned to face her, eyeing her skeptically. “It’s about marriage, idealism, self-interest, hypocrisy, political reform… It’s a masterpiece in my humble opinion.”

The woman’s eyebrows raised interestedly. “You sound passionate about it.” You shrugged. It was your favorite book, but she didn’t need to know that. “My names Taylor.” The same charming smile she wore on the beach made a reappearance and you tilted your head in response, not impressed.

“Y/n.” You supplied.

There was a brief moment of silence in the air, Taylor’s smile wavered slightly. “About the beach, I think I came off as kind of a bi-”

“Tay! Let’s take a pic of our coffee. The beach in the background will be adorbs.” The other woman interrupted. “Do you mind?” She asked you, gesturing to the space you were standing in front of.

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “Not at all. It’s all yours.”

As you passed Taylor you made eye contact, she looked like she wanted to say something, but you had already walked away. Playfully you ruffled the hair of the owner’s granddaughter on the way out. You were so occupied by the way the young girl eagerly showed you the pictures she took that you didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you with interest.

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The movement around you faded as you focused on the controlled chaos that surrounded you, the people all living their own lives. Your fingers itched to capture these unsuspecting moments of beauty. Of the elderly couple holding hands on a walk, of the two friends laughing over a picture they had just taken, of the children playing catch with their dog. Of- your peace was interrupted when someone stepped into your line of vision.

You fought the urge to groan. “Are you following me?”

Taylor raised the bag in her hand, smiling slightly. “No. I was actually on my way home from the farmers market.” You squinted at her slightly, unsure of what that had to do with you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday.”

“What makes you say that?” Your paused slightly. “Do you think it’s because I’m an amateur photographer that’s nervous to be around you?” You asked with a mocking pout.

Her face flushed. “I didn’t mean to sound so…”

“Stuck up?” You offered flatly.

Taylor nodded slowly. “I swear I’m not… that type of person.”

You chuckled as you began packing your things. “Yeah, for some reason I don’t buy that.” When you stood you noticed how close she was to you. Your breath faltered slightly because you were certain you’d never seen eyes more beautiful in your life. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” You grumbled stepping around her.

Her footsteps followed you as she fell into step beside you. “I don’t know, you seem different than anyone I know.” You huffed in amusement. That was probably certain. “Let me show you I’m not as bad as you think I am.”

“You see, as intrigued as I am by that offer I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen your type.” You quipped, glancing at her out of the corner of your eyes. “I have an amateur shoot that I need to get to anyway.”

She groaned. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?” You shook your head. There was a brief pause. “Can I have your number?”

A short chuckle fell from your lips. “Seriously?”

Taylor nodded and held out her phone. “Get coffee with me this weekend and I’ll prove you wrong.”

You had to admit, the persistence was admirable, you’d even say cute. “Fine.” You took the phone and put in your number. “I really have to go.”

“See you this weekend. Same café on the coast.” Taylor said as you turned to leave.

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When you arrived at the café you were greeted with warm smiles as the owner offered you a tea, and raised eyebrows when you requested two. You rolled your eyes at the suggestive waggle of eyebrows you received as you walked the teas over to a table in the corner.

Glancing down at your watch, you couldn’t help but frown. 12:05. It was five minutes passed the agreed upon meeting time.

A sigh fell from your lips when another fifteen minutes passed. You mentally berated yourself for allowing yourself to hope she wouldn’t be what you thought she was. Not even a moment later you heard the chime of the bell, indicating someone had entered.

Like a whirlwind, Taylor came rushing in just as you stood to leave. “Y/n.” She hurried over to the table. “There was an accident and they stopped the freeway. Like… completely stopped it. We literally just sat there for twenty minutes. I was supposed to be here at 11:50.”

Despite yourself you couldn’t help but be amused. “Taylor.” Her eyes were still a bit wide when she met your gaze. You enjoyed the authentic emotion she was showing. “It’s fine.”

“I’m not making a good impression, am I?”

You shrugged playfully as you took a seat again, Taylor taking the seat opposite of you. “You could be doing worse.”

Taylor pushed a hand through her hair. “That’s not very reassuring.”

Again, you shrugged. “I never said I was trying to reassure you.”

For a moment she just stared at you then burst out laughing. You couldn’t help but duck your head at the sound. “I’m glad you aren’t. It’s refreshing.” She admitted when her laughter faded away.

“What? Honesty?” You chuckled as she nodded. “I hate to break it to you, but if authenticity is refreshing, you should probably reevaluate the people you surround yourself with.”

Her hands fiddled with the tea cup that you slid over to her. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be contrarians.” She retorted back.

Her words peaked your interest, you raised an eyebrow. “Did you just call me out?”

The smirk on her lips made you fidget in your seat. “How’s it feel to be on the other end?”

You nodded approvingly. “Touché, Taylor... Touché.”

“I read that book you told me about. The Middlemarch?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I liked it.”

For some reason you couldn’t help but feel skeptical. “Did you really like it?”

Taylor nodded. “Yes, I did!”

“Okay.” You accepted her words as you took a sip of your tea. “Why?”

The woman sitting across from you faltered slightly. “Why?” She repeated back to you.

Your brows furrowed. “Yeah... Why did you like it?”

For a moment you watched in amusement as Taylor looked around the café as if it would hold the answers she was searching for. “I liked the characters?”

The response came out in the form of a question and you couldn’t help but feel entertained. “You know, you don’t have to pretend around me.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed, seemingly bothered by you not believing her. “Okay. I hated it.”

You couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that fell from your lips. “That’s better!” You exclaimed. “Tell me why.”

“It’s just so pretentious and dull. I thought my eyes would fall from their sockets if I had to read another page.” She admitted flatly, her eyes shimmering with confusion when you smiled back at her.

“That’s what I like to hear!” You said encouragingly.

Taylor let out a disbelieving laugh. “What? I just insulted your favorite book.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “I know. It’s amazing.”

“You can’t be serious.” She mumbled suspiciously.

You leaned across the table slightly. “I am, and you know why? Because you’re finally being authentic.” Silence. “Look, Taylor, you don’t have to like this book because it’s my favorite or because it would make your followers think you're intriguing if you did. Ignore what everyone else is telling you to think because none of it matters. The way I see it is, you can lie and pretend to like what everyone says you should like and be miserable OR…”

Taylor leaned forward a bit as well. “Or?”

You smiled. “Or you can be honest and say when you hate something and talk about what you love instead… and be happy.”

Taylor’s breath hitched slightly and for a moment she just stared back at you. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” you questioned curiously.

“Show me how you see the world.”

For a moment you considered her words, your heart racing in your chest. “Well let’s start with this small little coastal town.” The invitation was wordless as you stood and offered her your hand.

Her hand twitched for a moment as if she was silently debating with herself. The smile she gave you when she finally took your hand took your breath away. You rolled your eyes at the way the owners watch you walk out of the shop hand-in-hand.

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“Babe.” Taylor whined quietly.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. Smirking when you finally processed the word. After dating for a few weeks the term of endearment was new. “Babe you say?” You teased lightly.

Her cheeks flushed red. “When I asked you to take a picture of me, I meant with my phone not on film.” She mumbled, ignoring your question.

You decided you wouldn’t comment on it.

Just like you wouldn’t comment on the way she’d develop the film herself just like you taught her. You wouldn’t comment on the way she'd smile when they developed just right. You wouldn't comment when she would say how much better the picture looked on film… And you definitely wouldn’t comment on how endearing you found every single thing she did either.

“Taylor, everything looks-”

“Better on film.” She finished with a playful eyeroll. “I know. You probably tell me that mmm… at least once a day.”

Laughing quietly, you held the camera up to your eye, so you could focus the shot. “Only once a day? I’m going to need to step it up.”

Taylor shook her head lightly, her eyes twinkling from your antics and her lips forming into the beginnings of a genuine smile. You took the shot.

That was an authentic Taylor. No peace signs and fake smiles. The real Taylor was all twinkling eyes and crooked smiles. You had never seen a more beautiful sight.

And when she wandered over to press her lips tenderly against yours, you were sure you’d never felt anything more beautiful either.

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Taylor surprised you. And you fell for her. Fast.

Four months with her and you were certain you were ruined for anyone else.

She was something your heart had never expected.

“Babe?’ you hummed distractedly. “Babe!”

You blinked rapidly, refocusing on the world around you. “Yes?”

Taylor’s laugh drifted into your ears and you smiled at the sound. “I was asking if you’ve seen my Eagles shirt?”

“It was hanging on the door.” You mumbled. “Wait. Don’t you mean my Eagles shirt?”

She pecked your lips to avoid answering. “Thanks, babe!” Taylor winked and ran over to the door, pulling the shirt over her head. “Anything on the agenda for the day?”

You began getting dressed. “I have a photoshoot where they’re giving me complete creative freedom. Then I’m meeting with my manager since I have a few more offers to shoot a couple different things.”

A soft noise of excitement fell from her lips. “Everybody wants you.” She padded across the room, her arms draping around your shoulders. “And I have you.”

The smile on both your faces made it almost impossible to kiss, but you didn’t let that stop you.

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The movement around you faded out as you looked over your camera, feeding the film into the machine serenely. You had no idea who you were shooting today, but the company who booked you was very eager to work with you and let you have complete creative freedom. Complete creative freedom meant film for you. Not digital. The thought alone excited you. “She’s here. Are you ready?”

You looked up at your assistant after you were sure your camera was ready. “Did they water the rose bush?”

“Yes. I still don’t understand why you wanted a rose bush. We’re in the middle of a desert.” Your assistant mumbled.

“Double vision in a rose bush. An illusion… Because of the dessert. The beauty is an illusion?” You explained, rolling your eyes when you saw your assistant bite back a smile. “Shut up. Where’s this person?”

A small tap on your shoulder answered your question. “Looking for me?”

When you turned around you were met with the sight of a playful smirk on familiar lips. You squinted at her teasingly, hiding the surprise of seeing your girlfriend here. “Are you following me?”

“You’re the infamous photographer that this company was telling me about?” Taylor questioned back at you, feigning confusion.

You sent her a sarcastic smile. “No. I’m just an amateur that’s here to take pictures of you. I’m so nervous to be working with you!” You said mockingly.

Taylor groaned, the act falling away almost immediately. “That was a year ago. Before we even started dating! Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, your finger on your chin. “Nope.” You quipped back, popping your lips on the word.

You began walking away, smiling slightly when you saw Taylor fall into step beside you. “Maybe I’m nervous to work with you.” She said softly, taking your hand in her own and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “After all, everybody wants you.”

“What a coincidence because I will only ever want you.” Before you reached the set-up, you turned to face her, pressing your forehead lightly against hers. “Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Her soft breath fanned over your lips and the smile she sent you made your cheeks flush. “Well... She hates the sand but loves the beach. She practically lives on the coast she’s there so often. I sometimes need to call her out on her contrarian shit, but… I’ll never find a love as pure as her.” Her words were quiet, but sincere. Authentic. “Tell me about something you love.”

“She loves to sing to songs on the radio even if she doesn’t know the words, she dances like a goof when she’ s drunk, but she claims she doesn’t when she’s sober. Hmm… She steals my clothes.” Taylor giggled, and you couldn’t help but smile. “And more importantly, she’s also stolen my heart.” You mumbled, her lips connecting with yours almost as soon as the word left your mouth.

After a moment you pulled away, noticing your assistant walk up to you both. You turned to face her. “Never mind about what I said earlier. This beauty isn’t an illusion... and she never will be.”

That's all folks! And you all thought I couldn't write happy endings. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed since this is fairly different from what I usually write.

Please let me know what you think because as always, thoughts and comments are always welcome!

P.s. Should I make a general tag list?

(P.p.s. if the Gerri stealers are reading this... rude.)